After the long drive to my hotel all I want to do for the reat of the evening is relax, and for me that means slipping into some nice satin womens clothing and teasing myself silly, until i erupt in a massive orgasm which on occasion I have been known to eat, but more often than not i simply flush down the toilet. So, after checking in and confirming with the receptionist that I do not want a paper in the morning, but would like breakfast, and that no I would not like to have a table booked for me at the restaurant, thank you, I go up to my room and layout my chosen outfit for the evening on the bed. For this trip I brought along a full set of black mesh lingerie consisting of an underwired bra, suspender belt and thin, see-though knickers, a pair of sheer stockings finished off my underwear. Also from my bag of secret clothes I pull out a pair of home-made silicone breastforms, some black patent high-heeled shoes, a long sleeved white satin blouse and a black satin pencil skirt which ends just above my knees. I also pulled out one long satin nightdress and a shorter satin chemise. The chemise was one of the first things that I ever bought, and unfortunately no longer fits me, however its would have another use later in the evening. So with my clothes layed out before me on the bed and me already getting hard within my shorts, I quickly change and go to the attached restaurant for something to eat, enjoying the knowledge of what the evening ahead of me would bring.
After finishing my meal I return to my room and start to get ready for an evening of teasing. I always like to be clean when I tease myself so I thought that I would have a quick shower before getting dressed and getting down to the business at hand. I start to pull off my male clothes and fold them up and pack them into my suitcase, before heading to the shower for a quick rinse off. Then I swear to myself as I remember that I am meant to bring in the equipment that I had to bring for the job tomorrow into my room for the night, something about it not getting stolen from the car overnight or something. So I quickly throw back on the jeans, sweatshirt, and trainers and pop back out to the car for the laptop, handheld computers and other equipment that I brought with me. Needing to make two trips I notice that the receptionist was not at her desk as i finish my second trip, but do not think too much of it (after all, I remember what she looked like and would definitely be using her in my fantasies tonight!), that soon changes however as I approach the door to my room, and find it opening from the inside. As both my hands are full, she holds the door open for me and explains that she just had to check the heating was working as the weather report was for a cold night tonight, and their guests confort is very important to her. I smile and thank her for the thought, all the time a soft flush rising on my cheeks at what she must have seen all layed out on my bed. She must have noticed my flushing cheeks as rather than leave the room she shuts the door behind me and waits for me to put down the boxes that I am carrying.
"Are you here on business or is this all for pleasure?" she asks me.
"Business," I reply, "I am doing a small job just round the corner tomorrow and then heading back home."
"Oh, really, and is home far away?" She asks
"Yes, it took me about 4 hours to get here today, so it is a bit of a trek."
"I see, and is this how you relax?" She asks innocently as she points to the clothing on the bed. The temperature in the room rises by ten degrees and I suddenly find myself unable to speak, so with my blush deepening and cock hardening, I simply nod my head. I see her smile widen as she says "I love it! OK, I need to go and check the heating in the other rooms, but in about one hour I will be back here and I expect to see you wearing all that is on the bed, except for the nightie and chemise, and none of your horrible male clothes. I also expect to find you sitting on the chair, facing the window and with the TV off. When you hear the door opening you will not turn around, is that clear?" She asks, although i know that she is not asking me a question, sheepishly, I nod my head but cannot stop my cock hardening. "Good, " she responds, "we could have a lot of fun together so make sure you behave, and be ready on one hour!" With that she turns on her low heel and leaves the room, not even looking back at my somewhat stunned face.
For a few minutes I simply stand there not really believing that the dreams I have had for so many years are finally about to come true. I was about to be dressed in front of a beautiful woman, who will tease me mercilessly all night, before, probably, denying me my final pleasure. Wonderful! Wishing that I had time to remove the hair from my body I jump in the shower and, using the supplied gel scrub myself thoroughly in the shower. Drying myself off I move back into the main bedroom, and fix the suspender belt round my waist, my cock hardening more in anticipation of the night ahead. I slide the nylons up my legs and again wish that I had removed the hair, but knew that there was not time, so I continued trying to fix the stockings to the suspender belt, something that I always have trouble doing. Several minutes later, with both stockings fixed to the suspenders, I slide the knickers up my legs, settling them over my ever growing cock. Quickly, I finish dressing, attaching the bra against my stomach and then sliding the garment around my waist before lifting it up into place. Once the bra was in place I slip each breastform into the appropriate cup and cannot help but do a quick turn in front of the mirror, loving how I am looking. Reaching to the bed again I pick up the silky fabric that is the blouse and push my arms through its sleeves, then doing up the buttons down the front, leaving the top one undone. Picking up the skirt I find that back of it and undo the button and zip, then step into it and refasten it around my waist, finally sliding the satin fabric around my waist. Standing back in front of the mirror I look at myself again, this time fully dressed. Looking into my own eyes I know that someone else is going to see me fully dressed for the first time, and a shiver runs down my back, and my nerves makes me soften just a little. Walking over to the bed I pick up the pair of heels and then drag the chair to the window and sit on it facing the window. I lift my leg onto my knee and slip the shoe on, fastening the strap round my ankle. Repeating with the other shoe, I sit there ready to be tormented. Staring at the drawn curtains I try to imagine what the night would bring.
Sometime later, I had lost track of time so it may have been an hour later, it may have been three, I heard the door open behind me, and I thicken again in my knickers. I feel her nearing my back and suddenly feel hands on my shoulders. "Very nice" I hear her whisper, almost to herself. "Does it feel nice to be wearing those clothes?" she asks me, I nod my head in answer, knowing that my voice just would not work. "Good, now I am going to make you feel even better! Give me your hands." she tells me. Slowly I pass my hands to my back and feel her tie them together. I now know that I am helpless to her demands and wishes, and I love it. She moves to be in front of me and I see the curves of her breasts through the regulation purple cotton shirt, and the swell of her hips as the black pencil skirt hugs them. Telling me to lift my bum off the seat she hitches my skirt up to my hips, displaying my suspenders to whoever wants to see them, and tells me that she wants to check that i am wearing all the lingerie. Smiling, she slowly undoes the buttons on my blouse to expose my black bra, gently pushing the edges of the blouse back so that my breasts are fuly exposed, she steps back a couple of paces and a hand slips into the pocket of her skirt. With a now permament grin on her face she pulls out her mobile phone and flips the front up. As I see her point the phone at me my cock grows and I know that she is taking a picture of me in my feminine finery, and that the picture will clearly show that it is me. My mind runs with the knowledge of the power that she now has over me, and from the look on her face, I know that she fully understands her position.
Tuesday 8 December 2009
Sunday 20 January 2008
Chapter 1
I was so nervous, which really is no surprise when you think of what I was wearing. You see I am by all measures a man, but at that moment in time I was dressed entirely in womens lingerie: hold-up stockings adorned my legs, a tight satin thong kept certain anatomical items secure, and a soft chemise covered the majority of my body. All of that and here I was walking down the street. Of course, the lingerie is not all I was wearing! In what was no more than a nod to my actual gender, I was also wearing a sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of white and navy trainers. The other reason that I was nervous, apart from my chosen underwear, was that I was on my way to my favourite store to get some more ladies clothing. I had always liked the idea of being made into a Dominant Womans "personal assistant", to be bossed around by her: get me a coffee, copy these proposals, run this errand, type up these reports, on and on it would go, her demands would never end, so with that in mind I was on the look out for a nice short black or navy satin skirt and satin shirt-style blouse, perhaps in pale pink, but as always I would start by seeing what lingerie was on offer today, and if any would suit my secretary persona.
As I rode the escalator into that world of femininity, my breath became short as it always did, and I could feel my face start to heat up. Jumping off the moving platform at just the right time, my eyes take in the lines and lines of satins, of silks, and of lace and I imagine what it would feel like to have a Mistress who would tell me to wear this item or that item. Still, I did not have a Mistress yet (well, only in my fantasies) so I wandered through the aisles until I found a range of hot pink satin underwear. After seeing that a bra in my size was available I crouched down and started to flick through the knickers looking for my size, which as is often the case was nearer the back. Anyway, it was as my hands were buried in row after row of satin knickers that I heard a voice behind me.
"Excuse me, but is there anyting that I can help you with, sir?" Came that sweet sounding voice. Turning my head I see a pair of feet in a small-heeled shoe, and as my eyes traveled up her body they took in the sheer nylons that she wore, then the black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, and finally the red cotton shirt that covered the curves of her breasts.
Smiling back to her, I replied "No I am fine thank you". You see this was not the first time I had been asked if I needed any help when I buy lingerie, and while I have long fantasised and dreamt about admitting to the sales assistant that I was buying for me, I had never actually had the courage to do so yet, and so I again turn down the opportunity to admit the truth. Smiling, she then left me to my wonderful task.
After a further minute or two I finally find the knickers of the right size and standing up I pick out the matching bra to fit. With the same apprehension that I always feel when I am paying for my lingerie - this is the point of no return! - I walk through the department towards the nearest pay desk. As I approach I see the woman that offered me her help earlier, and when she sees me walking towards her I see a grin spread across her face.
As I pass her the two items of pink lingerie, I say "Can I just take these please?"
"So, you found what you were looking for then?" She asks as she reads the labels on the lingerie.
"Yes, I did thank you." I reply. She then shocks me by asking me the quesiton that I have only ever been asked once before.
"Tell me sir, Would you like to try these on before you buy them?"
After feeling the heat rise on my face, I reply "Why would I want to do that?"
"Well, firstly we are not very busy yet today, and then when I asked you earlier if you wanted any help, I could not help but notice the stockings that you have on beneath your jeans, so I know that you wear lingerie. Also, the sizes of these two items should be just the right size for you, but I am sure that I can get a better fitting bra for you, all you need to do is try this one on then let me measure you up? So, do you want to try the lingerie on or are you going to waste your money on a bra that does not fit?"
Her logic was unassailable, and this was turning into the shopping trip of my dreams, so I agreed with her. "OK, yes I will try them on, please. But bear in mind that this is the first time I have done something like this, so please be gentle with me!" I answered her with a smile. "But, erm, what should I call you?"
She smiles back at me, "My name is Amy, and do not worry, you are not the first man that I have helped like this. Come on, follow me". Feeling like a lamb to the slaughter I followed her round the side of the desk, and through a short passageway, then entered the cubicle that she held the curtain open to. As she hung the bra and knickers on the hooks in the cubicle, she asked me "Right, what else are you wearing beneath your clothes?"
"Just a chemise and a thong" I replied.
"OK, I want you to take off your male clothing, and the chemise, but leave the stockings and thong on, then you will see that I was right about your bra size. Hurry up, we do not want the other customers catching you in here do we?" She smiles as she closes the curtain.
Well, even with all the fantasies and dreams that I have had in my life, I never thought that I would find myself in this position, I was actually about to stand in front of a woman and reveal my lingerie clad body to her, then she has threatened to measure me for a bra. As these thoughts ran through my head, I could feel the blood engorge my cock within my tight thong, and I shuddered.
I removed my trainers, then took down my jeans and rolled them up and put them on the small stool that was in the cubicle, then I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and added this to the jeans on the stool. Finally, I slipped the chemise over my head and laid it across my male clothes. Turning around I pulled the knickers from their hanger and slid them up my legs, I was pleased to see that I was right with the size of these as they hugged my ass cheeks in their soft embrace. Next, and with heart thudding in my throat, I pulled the bra from its hanger, and opened the clasp at the back. With hands that have done this many times before, I slid the bra round my waist and fixed the clasp together, then pulling the bra around one side I positioned the bra cups to my front and pulled the garment up my body. I was a bit disappointed, but not too surprised when I felt the tight cut of the bra across my chest and beneath my arms, with those feelings I knew that Amy was correct, this was not the correct size.
"Excuse me, sir, but how is it going in there" Amy called from outside the cubicle.
"Well, I have the underwear on, but you were right, the bra is a little tight."
"Hang on, let me come in and see for myself." She replied as she opened the curtain and entered the small cubicle. "Oh, nice, I'll bet that feels really good against your skin doesn't it?" She asks me with a giggle.
"Yes, Amy, it does feel good, if a little tight"
"OK," She said as she tried to stifle her giggles. "We need to get you measured up for the right size bra don't we, but first you need to take that one off." I remove the bra and hand it back to her. "No, you need to replace it onto the hanger, please." Sheepishly, I refasten the clasp on the bra and replace the garment back to its display hanger I then hang it back on the hook. "Better" Amy tells me. "Now hold your arms out at right angles so that I can get you measured up."
As I hold my arms out I feel her reach round to my front and then feel the coolness of the plastic tape on my chest and back, I then feel her reposition the tape and measure me again. "OK, you need a 38b, so you wait there and I will go and find the correct bra for you." Saying that she grabs the bra that I picked out from the rack and disappeared out of the cubicle. It was only then that I realised that I was now left in the cubicle wearing nothing more than a thong, a pair of hold up stockings and a pair of pink satin knickers, quickly I closed the curtain to spare my blushes and hoped that no-one tried to come in.
After what felt like ages but was probably only a few minutes, Amy poked her head round the curtain, "Are you decent?" she asked with a grin. Smiling, she hands me another bra that matches the knickers and says "Try this one, I am sure that you will find it a better fit".
Repeating the process from before, I fasten the bra around my waist, I then slide the bra up my body and position the cups across my chest. "Yes, you were right, Amy, this is a much better fit, thank you for your help."
"No problem, but while I was getting the bra I also got you this suspender belt to try on as well, so why don't you put it on for me?" She raises her eyebrows as she asks me this and with a blush rising up my face I take the sliver of satin from her hands. She smiles and sits on the stool in the corner of the cubicle, which she knocks my clothes off to sit on. As I wrap the belt around my waist and fasten the two ends together, I turn my back to her and start to fix the suspenders to the stockings. This is always something that I have trouble with and it takes me a good few minutes to do each one, so it is only after about ten minutes that I turn to face Amy once again, and what I see takes me back a bit. She is sitting on the stool with her mobile phone pointing at me and taking my picture. As I turn to face her she takes a couple more pictures which I know will show my face, and then quickly scuttles though the curtain. Popping her head back round, she says "Get the lingerie off and get dressed in what you came in wearing, then come and pay for your purchases, and hurry it up!" and she was gone again.
Stunned, I stand there not moving for several minutes, then come to my senses. Quickly I strip off the new lingerie and pick my stuff up off the floor and redress in my chemise, jeans, sweatshirt and trainers. I then pick up the new hot pink lingerie, and hangers, and make my way slowly through the, thankfully, still quiet department. Walking towards the pay desk, my hopes of keeping this between myself and Amy are shattered as I see her with two of her colleagues and they are all laughing and looking at Amy's phone. As I get closer I begin to slow down, but as soon as Amy sees me approaching she beckons me forward with her finger.
Smiling at me she holds her hands out and I pass her the lingerie which she rings up, as she is doing this her colleagues wander away together and I can hear their fervent whispers and keep seeing them glance back towards me and burst into laughter. "Hey, fluffy brain!" Suddenly I realise that Amy is talking to me, and with what is now a permanent grin on her face she says "that will be £28 please." Silently I hand her my credit card which she swipes through the machine, I then enter my PIN, and she gets the recipt, slides it into the bag with the lingerie and hands it to me. Just as I think that my ordeal is over, she stands there for a minute reading my card, and I start to get nervous all over again. Finally, she looks up at me. "OK, my girl, here is the situation. I have had great fun in getting you dressed up, and I loved it when you put on the suspender belt that I got for you. I am also very sure that you enjoyed being dressed up by me, therefore this will happen again, OK?" She look at me questioningly.
"Yes, Amy, I enjoyed being dressed up by you, but I am not sure what you are asking of me."
"Good, don't worry, you do not need to know anything just yet, all you need to know is that I am now your Mistress, and you will address me as such. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress".
"Very good, I do like having obedient little girls. So I am now your Mistress, and I now have control over you, my girl. When I give you an order you now have no choice but to obey me and do as I say, or else I will make your life a whole lot more difficult than it is now, is that clear? The other thing that you need to know is what your tasks are for the next week, so are you paying attention? Good, firstly, you need to get some hair remover and remove all the hair from your underarms, chest, stomach, legs and especially your groin, I want your body to be smooth from now on until I say otherwise. Secondly, on your way home today you are also to go to six other shops that sell lingerie and purchase a single pair of satin knickers in each store. No two pairs should be of the same colour, and I want to see all the reciepts next week when you come back and see me. Lastly, next week you are to be waiting outside this store when the store opens. I expect you to be the first eager little customer to come up here and see me. Is all that OK for you, little girl?"
"Er, yes Mistress, it should be fine. Uhm, Mistress, may I ask if there are any styles of knicker that I should get, or can I make my own mind up?"
"I will allow you to make your own mind up, depending on what you can find, but make absolutely sure that they are all of different colours".
"Yes, Mistress"
"Good. Oh and one other thing, little girl, if you do not follow these orders to the letter, then I will have no option but to expose you as the submissive little sissy that you are. I have picures of you wearing your hot pink satin lingerie, and I have your name from your card, so do not think that I do not have anything on you, and also do not think that I would not use it, you would not be the first girl that I have humiliated and exposed! If you behave and do as you are told then I will not display these pictures round town, but if you do not show up next week, or if your body is not smooth, or if you do not have the six reciepts from your knicker shopping, then your name and picture will be on posters all over town a week tomorrow, and you really should beleive that - for your own sake!"
As Mistress Amy was going through all of this, I am sure that I must have looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, for that is certainly how I felt. How could I have let myself become trapped in this situation by this small blonde creature before me? And more importantly, was there a way out for me? As she said she now had a picture of what is clearly me dressed up in hot pink satin bra, knickers, and suspender belt with black sheer stockings, and she also had my name from my credit card. If she was true to her threat to get posters made up with my picture and name on them, and if she did get them distributed round town, what would my family, friends and work colleagues think of me then? I would be totally humiliated at work and would need to find another job, but I would not be able to get a local job because word would soon get around, so I would also need to move away from my family, who would probably disown me anyway. I knew that she had me, and my only course of action would be to follow her orders no matter what they were and hope that she would keep her word and keep my pictures a secret.
"Thank you for keeping my pictures to yourself, Mistress, please do not get posters printed of me, I will follow your orders and let you have your way, but please be gentle as I have never served a Mistress in real life before."
She smiles at me as she says "Do not worry, girl, if you do as you are told only I, and my friends, will ever see those pictures. But do not forget that I have them, and that I WILL use them if you do not behave yourself, so if anyone else does get to see them it will be by your own hands. Now enough, take your card and go and finish your shopping. And remember, be waiting here when the store opens next week, now go else I will get those posters printed immediately!"
With my head in the clouds, and her every word rolling round inside of it, I left the store and sat on a bench not too far away. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes trying to think of a way out of my predicament, until finally conceding that she had caught me and I was now helpless to whatever demands she made of me. I knew that I was now trapped in her silken web, and also knew that this was exactly what I had been looking for all of these years. Finally, I was being forced to submit to a woman who wanted to feminise me and knew that she had the power to do just that, and that I could do nothing to stop her, I was powerless before her and would have to submit to all of her orders and all because of a few pictures of me on her phone.
As I rode the escalator into that world of femininity, my breath became short as it always did, and I could feel my face start to heat up. Jumping off the moving platform at just the right time, my eyes take in the lines and lines of satins, of silks, and of lace and I imagine what it would feel like to have a Mistress who would tell me to wear this item or that item. Still, I did not have a Mistress yet (well, only in my fantasies) so I wandered through the aisles until I found a range of hot pink satin underwear. After seeing that a bra in my size was available I crouched down and started to flick through the knickers looking for my size, which as is often the case was nearer the back. Anyway, it was as my hands were buried in row after row of satin knickers that I heard a voice behind me.
"Excuse me, but is there anyting that I can help you with, sir?" Came that sweet sounding voice. Turning my head I see a pair of feet in a small-heeled shoe, and as my eyes traveled up her body they took in the sheer nylons that she wore, then the black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, and finally the red cotton shirt that covered the curves of her breasts.
Smiling back to her, I replied "No I am fine thank you". You see this was not the first time I had been asked if I needed any help when I buy lingerie, and while I have long fantasised and dreamt about admitting to the sales assistant that I was buying for me, I had never actually had the courage to do so yet, and so I again turn down the opportunity to admit the truth. Smiling, she then left me to my wonderful task.
After a further minute or two I finally find the knickers of the right size and standing up I pick out the matching bra to fit. With the same apprehension that I always feel when I am paying for my lingerie - this is the point of no return! - I walk through the department towards the nearest pay desk. As I approach I see the woman that offered me her help earlier, and when she sees me walking towards her I see a grin spread across her face.
As I pass her the two items of pink lingerie, I say "Can I just take these please?"
"So, you found what you were looking for then?" She asks as she reads the labels on the lingerie.
"Yes, I did thank you." I reply. She then shocks me by asking me the quesiton that I have only ever been asked once before.
"Tell me sir, Would you like to try these on before you buy them?"
After feeling the heat rise on my face, I reply "Why would I want to do that?"
"Well, firstly we are not very busy yet today, and then when I asked you earlier if you wanted any help, I could not help but notice the stockings that you have on beneath your jeans, so I know that you wear lingerie. Also, the sizes of these two items should be just the right size for you, but I am sure that I can get a better fitting bra for you, all you need to do is try this one on then let me measure you up? So, do you want to try the lingerie on or are you going to waste your money on a bra that does not fit?"
Her logic was unassailable, and this was turning into the shopping trip of my dreams, so I agreed with her. "OK, yes I will try them on, please. But bear in mind that this is the first time I have done something like this, so please be gentle with me!" I answered her with a smile. "But, erm, what should I call you?"
She smiles back at me, "My name is Amy, and do not worry, you are not the first man that I have helped like this. Come on, follow me". Feeling like a lamb to the slaughter I followed her round the side of the desk, and through a short passageway, then entered the cubicle that she held the curtain open to. As she hung the bra and knickers on the hooks in the cubicle, she asked me "Right, what else are you wearing beneath your clothes?"
"Just a chemise and a thong" I replied.
"OK, I want you to take off your male clothing, and the chemise, but leave the stockings and thong on, then you will see that I was right about your bra size. Hurry up, we do not want the other customers catching you in here do we?" She smiles as she closes the curtain.
Well, even with all the fantasies and dreams that I have had in my life, I never thought that I would find myself in this position, I was actually about to stand in front of a woman and reveal my lingerie clad body to her, then she has threatened to measure me for a bra. As these thoughts ran through my head, I could feel the blood engorge my cock within my tight thong, and I shuddered.
I removed my trainers, then took down my jeans and rolled them up and put them on the small stool that was in the cubicle, then I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and added this to the jeans on the stool. Finally, I slipped the chemise over my head and laid it across my male clothes. Turning around I pulled the knickers from their hanger and slid them up my legs, I was pleased to see that I was right with the size of these as they hugged my ass cheeks in their soft embrace. Next, and with heart thudding in my throat, I pulled the bra from its hanger, and opened the clasp at the back. With hands that have done this many times before, I slid the bra round my waist and fixed the clasp together, then pulling the bra around one side I positioned the bra cups to my front and pulled the garment up my body. I was a bit disappointed, but not too surprised when I felt the tight cut of the bra across my chest and beneath my arms, with those feelings I knew that Amy was correct, this was not the correct size.
"Excuse me, sir, but how is it going in there" Amy called from outside the cubicle.
"Well, I have the underwear on, but you were right, the bra is a little tight."
"Hang on, let me come in and see for myself." She replied as she opened the curtain and entered the small cubicle. "Oh, nice, I'll bet that feels really good against your skin doesn't it?" She asks me with a giggle.
"Yes, Amy, it does feel good, if a little tight"
"OK," She said as she tried to stifle her giggles. "We need to get you measured up for the right size bra don't we, but first you need to take that one off." I remove the bra and hand it back to her. "No, you need to replace it onto the hanger, please." Sheepishly, I refasten the clasp on the bra and replace the garment back to its display hanger I then hang it back on the hook. "Better" Amy tells me. "Now hold your arms out at right angles so that I can get you measured up."
As I hold my arms out I feel her reach round to my front and then feel the coolness of the plastic tape on my chest and back, I then feel her reposition the tape and measure me again. "OK, you need a 38b, so you wait there and I will go and find the correct bra for you." Saying that she grabs the bra that I picked out from the rack and disappeared out of the cubicle. It was only then that I realised that I was now left in the cubicle wearing nothing more than a thong, a pair of hold up stockings and a pair of pink satin knickers, quickly I closed the curtain to spare my blushes and hoped that no-one tried to come in.
After what felt like ages but was probably only a few minutes, Amy poked her head round the curtain, "Are you decent?" she asked with a grin. Smiling, she hands me another bra that matches the knickers and says "Try this one, I am sure that you will find it a better fit".
Repeating the process from before, I fasten the bra around my waist, I then slide the bra up my body and position the cups across my chest. "Yes, you were right, Amy, this is a much better fit, thank you for your help."
"No problem, but while I was getting the bra I also got you this suspender belt to try on as well, so why don't you put it on for me?" She raises her eyebrows as she asks me this and with a blush rising up my face I take the sliver of satin from her hands. She smiles and sits on the stool in the corner of the cubicle, which she knocks my clothes off to sit on. As I wrap the belt around my waist and fasten the two ends together, I turn my back to her and start to fix the suspenders to the stockings. This is always something that I have trouble with and it takes me a good few minutes to do each one, so it is only after about ten minutes that I turn to face Amy once again, and what I see takes me back a bit. She is sitting on the stool with her mobile phone pointing at me and taking my picture. As I turn to face her she takes a couple more pictures which I know will show my face, and then quickly scuttles though the curtain. Popping her head back round, she says "Get the lingerie off and get dressed in what you came in wearing, then come and pay for your purchases, and hurry it up!" and she was gone again.
Stunned, I stand there not moving for several minutes, then come to my senses. Quickly I strip off the new lingerie and pick my stuff up off the floor and redress in my chemise, jeans, sweatshirt and trainers. I then pick up the new hot pink lingerie, and hangers, and make my way slowly through the, thankfully, still quiet department. Walking towards the pay desk, my hopes of keeping this between myself and Amy are shattered as I see her with two of her colleagues and they are all laughing and looking at Amy's phone. As I get closer I begin to slow down, but as soon as Amy sees me approaching she beckons me forward with her finger.
Smiling at me she holds her hands out and I pass her the lingerie which she rings up, as she is doing this her colleagues wander away together and I can hear their fervent whispers and keep seeing them glance back towards me and burst into laughter. "Hey, fluffy brain!" Suddenly I realise that Amy is talking to me, and with what is now a permanent grin on her face she says "that will be £28 please." Silently I hand her my credit card which she swipes through the machine, I then enter my PIN, and she gets the recipt, slides it into the bag with the lingerie and hands it to me. Just as I think that my ordeal is over, she stands there for a minute reading my card, and I start to get nervous all over again. Finally, she looks up at me. "OK, my girl, here is the situation. I have had great fun in getting you dressed up, and I loved it when you put on the suspender belt that I got for you. I am also very sure that you enjoyed being dressed up by me, therefore this will happen again, OK?" She look at me questioningly.
"Yes, Amy, I enjoyed being dressed up by you, but I am not sure what you are asking of me."
"Good, don't worry, you do not need to know anything just yet, all you need to know is that I am now your Mistress, and you will address me as such. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress".
"Very good, I do like having obedient little girls. So I am now your Mistress, and I now have control over you, my girl. When I give you an order you now have no choice but to obey me and do as I say, or else I will make your life a whole lot more difficult than it is now, is that clear? The other thing that you need to know is what your tasks are for the next week, so are you paying attention? Good, firstly, you need to get some hair remover and remove all the hair from your underarms, chest, stomach, legs and especially your groin, I want your body to be smooth from now on until I say otherwise. Secondly, on your way home today you are also to go to six other shops that sell lingerie and purchase a single pair of satin knickers in each store. No two pairs should be of the same colour, and I want to see all the reciepts next week when you come back and see me. Lastly, next week you are to be waiting outside this store when the store opens. I expect you to be the first eager little customer to come up here and see me. Is all that OK for you, little girl?"
"Er, yes Mistress, it should be fine. Uhm, Mistress, may I ask if there are any styles of knicker that I should get, or can I make my own mind up?"
"I will allow you to make your own mind up, depending on what you can find, but make absolutely sure that they are all of different colours".
"Yes, Mistress"
"Good. Oh and one other thing, little girl, if you do not follow these orders to the letter, then I will have no option but to expose you as the submissive little sissy that you are. I have picures of you wearing your hot pink satin lingerie, and I have your name from your card, so do not think that I do not have anything on you, and also do not think that I would not use it, you would not be the first girl that I have humiliated and exposed! If you behave and do as you are told then I will not display these pictures round town, but if you do not show up next week, or if your body is not smooth, or if you do not have the six reciepts from your knicker shopping, then your name and picture will be on posters all over town a week tomorrow, and you really should beleive that - for your own sake!"
As Mistress Amy was going through all of this, I am sure that I must have looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, for that is certainly how I felt. How could I have let myself become trapped in this situation by this small blonde creature before me? And more importantly, was there a way out for me? As she said she now had a picture of what is clearly me dressed up in hot pink satin bra, knickers, and suspender belt with black sheer stockings, and she also had my name from my credit card. If she was true to her threat to get posters made up with my picture and name on them, and if she did get them distributed round town, what would my family, friends and work colleagues think of me then? I would be totally humiliated at work and would need to find another job, but I would not be able to get a local job because word would soon get around, so I would also need to move away from my family, who would probably disown me anyway. I knew that she had me, and my only course of action would be to follow her orders no matter what they were and hope that she would keep her word and keep my pictures a secret.
"Thank you for keeping my pictures to yourself, Mistress, please do not get posters printed of me, I will follow your orders and let you have your way, but please be gentle as I have never served a Mistress in real life before."
She smiles at me as she says "Do not worry, girl, if you do as you are told only I, and my friends, will ever see those pictures. But do not forget that I have them, and that I WILL use them if you do not behave yourself, so if anyone else does get to see them it will be by your own hands. Now enough, take your card and go and finish your shopping. And remember, be waiting here when the store opens next week, now go else I will get those posters printed immediately!"
With my head in the clouds, and her every word rolling round inside of it, I left the store and sat on a bench not too far away. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes trying to think of a way out of my predicament, until finally conceding that she had caught me and I was now helpless to whatever demands she made of me. I knew that I was now trapped in her silken web, and also knew that this was exactly what I had been looking for all of these years. Finally, I was being forced to submit to a woman who wanted to feminise me and knew that she had the power to do just that, and that I could do nothing to stop her, I was powerless before her and would have to submit to all of her orders and all because of a few pictures of me on her phone.
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