The Shopping Trip: Sandy’s View
When we were
taking Don out of the bath and preparing to get him ready to go, he started to
rebel. He was so vehement that he was
not going out of the house with his lips painted red and wearing pantyhose that
clearly showed below his pants, that I thought I had pushed him too far. As much as I loved watching Mary kick him in
the balls, I was now afraid that brief moment of pleasure was going to rob me
of the greater goal of a slave for life.
I could not afford to lose him now.
I had just learned how enjoyable it was to make his life miserable. And I still had so much more to test about my
dominant personality. Of course, I was
always sure I could find someone else to abuse.
From surfing the Internet, I had
discovered there were whole chat rooms of men just dying to bow down and kiss a woman’s ass. But developing another relationship would
take time and I did not want to wait. I
already had a perfectly good slave and I was going to keep him.
I also knew
that if I backed down now, all would be lost later. Every time he found something a little
uncomfortable he would start a fuss and refuse to obey me. So I played the only card I had left in my
hand. I threatened him that if he didn’t
obey I would send some pictures and videos of him to his friends, family, and place of employment. I told him one of the videos was of him
eating his own cum out of my cunt.
Now, the fact
that those pictures and videos did not exist was totally unimportant. He did not know that. And having put those doubts in his mind, he
became more docile and able to be controlled.
In fact, as we headed for the mall, I thought I
had won and was happily chatting with my friend Jenny.
And then we
parked and got out of the car when he
rebelled again. He just sat there and
refused to exit the vehicle. “Damn it,”
I thought. “When is he going to learn
that I am the boss in this relationship?”
Okay, what to do? I didn’t think
that threatening him again would work, so I decided I would play on his sense
of duty.
And so I went
to his door, opened it, leaned in and with my sexiest voice spoke into his
ear. “Now, come on, quit being a stick
in the mud. We are going to have fun
today. I know you think things have been
a little intense, and perhaps they have been, but we had fun yesterday and we
can still have fun today. Besides, we are going to get something to eat
at the food court. I know how you always
enjoy that and frankly you must be starving.
How bad could this be? And besides, there is practically no chance that
you will run into anyone you know. Come on, pretty please.”
He got out of
the car but before he would go into the
mall, he made me promise him that I would not hurt him anymore. Well, I refused to lie to him so I told him I
would not hurt him anymore that day,
physically. And I emphasized
physically. He caught on right away to
my subterfuge and asked what I meant by physically. So I told him that I would not hit, slap,
kick or burn him. But I made sure he understood
that I was going to humiliate him as much as possible. Oh, I know what you are thinking, why bring
that up before he had agreed? Well, I
had seen some of the websites he visited and one of them was called “The
humiliated Husband.” And I knew that he really liked the idea of
humiliation. So I figured that instead
of a deal breaker, it might well be a deal maker. And I was right. He got out of the car and willingly walked to
his doom.
When we got
inside, the first place I led him was to the food court. I knew that this time of day, on a Sunday
that it would be packed with people and many opportunities to humiliate Don
would present themselves. Sure enough, after we had acquired our food I
noticed one open table right in the middle of the eating area. I headed there and secured it before someone
else took it. I wanted to make sure that
Don, his lipstick, and his nylons were
plainly visible to as many people as possible.
I watched as
Don sat down on his chair and was pleased to see that his pants leg rode even
higher on his nylon-clad leg. Now, a
good 6 inches of nylon was in plain sight.
But I was disappointed that no one seemed to be noticing. “What the hell is wrong with these people?” I
asked myself. “Surely you must be able
to see a man with brightly painted lips and wearing nylons?” And so I leaned over and whispered in Jenny’s
ear that we needed to attract some attention.
She caught on immediately and began joking with me in a loud voice. And I joked right back at her. It wasn’t long before a couple of men across
the food court were openly staring at us.
And soon, after saying something to his companion one of them approached
out table. He leaned in and asked, “Is
he wearing nylons?”
I got a big
smile on my face and said, “Why yes, he is.
Stand up slave and put your foot up here on the chair. Then pull up your
pants leg and show him your hose. Come
on, you know you do not want to displease me.”
I know that
Don must have wanted to crawl under the table, but he was a good sport and did
as he was told. And then the man did
something that pleased me to no end. He
actually yelled across the food court to his companion and told him that Don
was indeed wearing nylons. And of course
now, everyone was looking and trying to get a better view of my humiliated
husband. And then the man asked if Don
was a queer. Well, Jenny almost split her sides trying to
stop from laughing out loud. And of course, I was enjoying myself immensely as
well.
I looked him
directly in the eyes and said, “queer; you say?
I am not sure about that. I know
he is a little strange, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a queer. But then for a man to want to paint his lips
a bright shade of red, put on pantyhose
and wear a pair of pants that he knows are clearly
too small for him. And then top
it off by insisting on wearing a pair of low-cut
shoes without any socks, I guess you could say he was queer.’ And of course,
I carried on the conversation loudly enough so anyone within 25 feet could
hear. By now, Don’s face was as red as
his lipstick.
When the crowd
started to thin out I figured that I needed a new place to humiliate my husband
so I led him directly to Fredericks of Hollywood. But before we entered there
was something else I needed to do. My
panties were soaking wet from the excitement of humiliating Don in the food
court, so I told him I needed to go to the ladies room and take them off. So Jenny and I left Don standing in the
middle of the mall while we went into the ladies room. We were gone for several minutes and when I
came out I noticed that Don looked a little pale. Clearly something had happened to him while
we were gone but I did not want to take the time to find out at that juncture.
Instead, I led
him into Fredericks of Hollywood. Jenny
and I made sure that we removed ourselves quickly from Don’s sight. I
found a sales clerk that looked bored and asked her if she would like to have
some fun and earn a large commission at the same time. She was more than willing to cooperate when I
told her what I needed.
“What do I
have to do?” she asked.
I told her how
I was forcing my husband, to buy himself some lingerie and I wanted to make him
as uncomfortable as possible in the process.
And so after she knew exactly what I wanted she went to find Don. Jenny and I found a spot where we were out of
the line of fire but where we still could hear what was going on.
She really
played it up not allowing Don any leeway when he tried to tell her that this
was really my idea. She said, “If your
wife did tell you to buy lingerie, it is because you were always messing around
with hers. You probably were stretching
out her best panties and she got fed up with it. I don’t know how many men like you that come
in because their wives are pissed off with having their undergarments all
stretched out. You should be ashamed of
yourself. Did she know about your
perversities before she married you?”
Don was
clearly over his humiliation limit. He
was staring down at his feet and his face had changed from bright red to a
sheet white color and I was actually afraid he was going to have a stroke or a
heart attack.
And so, I went
to intervene. I figured I could give him
some type of a respite and let him recompose himself before I heaped a little
more shame upon him.
I went up and
distracted the sales girl and led her away to thank her for her service. When I saw that Don’s color had returned to
normal, I figured it was time to start anew.
And so I told the girl in front of Don exactly what I wanted including
having him purchase two bras and a new see-through
blouse as well as panties, garter belt,
and hose. And I made sure he heard me
tell her that I wanted him to wear his new bright red bra, with form inserts
under his new see through blouse out of the store.
If you have
never had the opportunity to humiliate a man, you really should at some
point. And if that male happens to be
your husband, that is even better. It is
the most delicious feeling you can have with the exception of being filled with a large cock. And I was hoping in the near future to
combine the two.
Our next stop
was the shoe store. I chose Pay Less
because they have a decent selection of heels and lower than average
prices. I did not want to spend more
than I needed on Don because I still had a pair of sharp-toed boots to buy for
myself. I made sure that Don was humiliated as much as possible in the shortest
amount of time. Making sure that
everyone in the place could hear me, I told the clerk that my slave wanted to
buy his first pair of high heels and that he needed to be measured.
She led him to
a stool in the middle of the store and took out a device for measuring
feet. She apparently enjoyed a good joke
as the next person and she commented about how small his feet were. She then asked me if size did really
matter. And I told her God yes if I had it to do over, I would never have
married a man with such small hands and feet.
I gave her an
idea of what we were looking for and she brought out about six pairs of shoes
with a five-inch heel. Of course, I made Don try on each pair and do a
walk around the store. I told him it was
to make sure they fit properly although I really did not care if they hurt his
feet. In
fact, I was hoping that he chose a pair that would become extremely
painful on his feet after he had worn
them for a while.
But, I allowed
him to make his own selection and then asked him, tongue in cheek of course, if
he wanted to wear them home. He chose
not to and I did not press the point.
Nothing I could do would further humiliate him and I knew it. I was tired and hungry and just wanted to get
home. And Jenny also told me she needed
to get going so she could get ready for work tomorrow.
We stopped and
got something to eat at McDonalds on the way and chose to go through the drive
through to save time. We ate as I drove
and so there was a relative quiet in the car for most of the trip. I was pleased with that as it gave me time to
reflect on the day’s activities and a little time to plot and plan of where I
could take this from here.
That evening
when we got home, I made Don put on his new heels and do some chores in
them. I wanted him to get used to
wearing them because I knew he was going to spend a lot of time teetering
before he really learned how to walk.
The one task that I forced him to do was to vacuum all the carpets. If you have never seen a man, trying to push
a vacuum while he wears high-heels, well it is a hoot. Even if you do not plan on completely
feminizing your husband you should make him wear heels so he will know what you
go through to make yourself attractive to
him.
It was getting
close to 10 p.m. when I finally allowed him to stop. I told him to come into the living room and
asked him if he wanted to sit beside me or kneel at my feet. I was actually surprised with he chose the
latter. I really thought that after
everything he had been through he would not be in the mood to be subservient.
When he was in
his position of submission, I held one of my shoes up to his lips. Without hesitation,
he took it in his hands and kissed first the nylon-clad foot and then the shoe
itself. I then gave him a gently pat of
approval on the back of his head and he reached for my other foot and repeated
the process. I was filled with joy and
not a small amount of hope.
I said, “Don,
I am going to make you an offer. Before
I do I want you to know that I sincerely hope you do not take it. I know today was hard on you, but you should
also realize that today was one of the most enjoyable days of our marriage for
me. With that in mind here goes. You said earlier that you wanted out of our
agreement. I took that to mean that you
no longer desired to be my slave. If
that is still the case you need to tell me now.
And I held out the key to his chastity belt. If you take this key and unlock yourself, I
will take that to mean that you are declaring your independence. But, before you decide, I must tell you that
I will immediately file for divorce. I
have no desire to return to the way things were. I love owning a slave and if that slave is
not you, I will someone else to dominate.
So now, do you want to take the key or do you want to get undressed and
go to bed with me?”
You could have
heard a pin drop for the next several seconds.
I had just thrown a huge decision in front of Don and I knew he was torn
about which way to go. And then he
spoke, “Can I ask you something before I decide?”
“Of course, I
know it is a big decision and you have the right to have as much information as
I am willing to share with you. What is
your question?”
“If I decide
to stay on as your slave, are you going to allow other people to cause me
pain?”
I reached down
and tilted his head up so that he was looking directly into my eyes. “I am not
going to lie to you, Don. If you want me
to promise not to include other people in
our arrangement, I will not do that. If
you are going to be my slave, as you asked me to accept you as such, then you
are my property. I will own you body and
soul. If it amuses me to loan you out to
other people, I will do that. If you do
something that displeases me and I want to see you punished severely, I may
well ask someone else to administer the punishment. If you cannot live with that say so now.”
“I don’t want
you to leave me. But I really do not
like pain and Mary kicking me in the testicles was way past anything I had ever
felt before.”
I again
addressed my kneeling husband. “Don, I
want you to think back on today. I want
you to take the entire day as a whole, not just pieces here and pieces
there. Knowing that I enjoyed everything
we did and you claim to worship me so much that you are willing to endure
anything for my pleasure, would you go through another day exactly like this one
again if I ordered you to? I need an
answer because I am tired and need to go
to bed. I would prefer having you lying
by my side but that is up to you. Make
your decision now.”
“Yes,
goddess,” he announced. “I want to be
your slave. And I do worship you enough
to endure anything you ask.”
“Good, then.”
Let’s go upstairs and get undressed and get into bed. We have both got a busy week ahead of us.”
I was up
before Don the following morning. Of course, I had tried my hardest to make sure
that he was as sexually frustrated as a man in a tube could be so I guess he
did not sleep exceedingly well. I took a
quick shower and then went to his dresser and emptied out all his underwear and
socks. I replaced them with his new panties and hose. I then went down to get a
cup of coffee.
I heard drawers
being opened and shut from upstairs and I knew that Don was looking for his
socks. He was obviously not comfortable
with wearing nylons under his pants without socks to cover them up. When he came down, I inspected his
dress. I could see immediately that he
had decided on a way around the dilemma.
He had just not put on the nylons and he had put his bare feet into his shoes.
“You know I am
not going to let you get away with that,” I stated. “Go up and put on your garter belt and nylons
right this minute.”
“But everyone
will see that I am wearing them,” he complained.
“I suggest you
make sure you have on a pair of pants that come down to your shoe tops
then. And perhaps it would be best if
you do not sit down outside of your office today. Now this is not up for
further debate, I told you to do something and I expect you to do it. Is this perfectly clear to you, slave?”
“Yes,
goddess,” he said sadly. He then left
the room to follow my instructions.
When he came
back down I made him remove his trousers so I could inspect what he wore
underneath. He did have his garters, nylons, and panties on as he was told. I smiled to myself though when I saw that he
had made the classic mistake of putting his panties on underneath the garter
straps. I knew that was going to cause
him all kinds of trouble every time he had to use the restroom but I was more
than happy to let him discover that mistake on his own.
That evening
when he came home, I asked him how he liked his day.
“I was on
edge, every minute worrying about whether someone was noticing my stockings.”
“Well, did
anyone comment on them?” I asked.
“No, but I was
scared to death that they were going to.
And then when I had to go into the men’s room I discovered how difficult
it is to take a piss wearing garters and nylons. I don’t know how you women put up with that.”
“For the most part, we women are smart enough to
put our garters on and hook them to our stockings before we put our panties
on. That way we just go into the stall
pull the panties down and sit on the seat.”
“Really and
you didn’t think I should know that little piece of wisdom?”
I laughed out
loud and then replied, “Some things you just need to learn for yourself. Now make dinner and I will make a list of
chores for you to do. I am thinking of
having a small party Friday evening and I want the house to look especially
nice.”
“And may I ask
what I am going to be doing at this party?”
“I think you
already know the answer to that question, but in case, you don’t I am not going to spoil the surprise. Now, enough with the questions get busy.”
While he
prepared dinner I made an extensive list of things I wanted to be accomplished before Friday night. I broke down the tasks by the day and I
noticed that there was enough work to keep him busy every night of the week
until well after midnight. I thought
about whether I should perhaps help him with some of it but I decided that
sleep deprivation would not hurt
him. In
fact, I wanted to see if I could cause him to break down a little
bit. I wanted him to be particularly
vulnerable for the upcoming weekend.
The Friday night party was going to be the least of his worries.
After we had
eaten, I handed him the list and had him read it. “Wow,” he said. “I don’t know as I will have enough hours in
the evening to get all this done.”
“Well, you
will just have to extend your bedtime until you finish with each day's task.
And since it is not fair that I should have to be disturbed when you
come to bed late, I suggest you go upstairs now and make up the guest room for
yourself. And do I need to remind you to
put on your heels? From now on, unless I tell you differently
when you are not at work you will be wearing nylons and heels. I know that will slow you down a little bit
but it is necessary for what I have planned for you. Now, fix me a glass of wine, I want to relax
before bed.”
The week
seemed to fly by for me. I am not sure
if it went quickly for Don or if it dragged with the extra waking hours. I did notice that every morning he looked a
little more ragged. A few crows’ feet
could be seen under his eyes and a few deep wrinkles started to show on his
cheeks. I know I should have felt sorry
for him but for some perverse reason, it
gave me pleasure to see him in such misery.
I had a party
planned on Friday night and had invited all of Don’s friends, co-workers, and even his immediate family. It was to be Don’s coming out party but I had
to make sure that he did not find out until I had the coop-de-tat in
place. So when he came home from work on
Friday night I had our lawyer waiting with me.
This seemed to shock him and he asked, “What is going on?”
“Well, I have
decided that it is time to cement this relationship. You still want to be my slave don’t you?”
He looked sheepishly
at Madelyn not really wanting to admit his servitude in front of her. I began tapping my foot loudly and he finally
broke down and admitted that he did want to continue as my slave.
I then handed
him a set of papers and told him to read them.
It was an ironclad contract turning over all our assets into my name
only. He was relinquishing all rights to
property and monies that he held solely or we held jointly.
After he had
finished reading through the contract, he hesitated and then asked Madelyn what
happens if for some reason our marriage was dissolved.
“If you sign
these papers, then you are divested of any monetary interests that you now have
or that you will earn during the course of your marriage. If you decide to leave, you will leave with
nothing. Now, I have no idea why you
have decided that this is something you want to do. It seems like a completely ludicrous thing to
me but Sandy tells me this is your wish so I drew up the papers. Once they are signed I will then become your
wife’s attorney and will look out for her interests.”
Don then
looked at me and asked, “Could I have a word with you alone, please?”
“I was under
the impression that we had discussed and decided this. If that is not the case then Madelyn has
another document that you should read.
Then you can decide which one you want to sign.”
And then she
handed him the petition for divorce.
He had tears
in his eyes as he read it but it only took him a few minutes to make his
decision. He picked up the pen and
signed everything over into my name.
Madelyn picked
up the signed papers, put them into her briefcase and said, “Congratulations
Sandy. I am glad everything went
according to your plans. I will post
these documents and then I guess I will see you around 8 o’clock if the party is still on that is.”
“Absolutely, I
look forward to seeing you then.”
“When she
left, I turned to my now penniless slave and announced. “I am glad that is finalized aren’t you?’
“I don’t
know. I think maybe, I just made the
biggest mistake of my life.”
“Well, it
doesn’t matter now, does it? What is
done is done and you cannot change it.
Now go upstairs, and take a nice hot shower. Make sure you shave your legs and armpits
really close. I don’t want you
embarrassing me tonight. I will be up to
help you dress in about 30 minutes. Do
try to be ready by that time.”
I poured
myself a glass of wine and went in and sat down on the sofa. I closed my eyes and happily reflected on the
fact that I could now do anything I wanted to Donna and if she put up any type
of a fuss, I could throw her out naked into the cold world. It was such a wonderful comforting feeling
that I almost drifted off to sleep.
The 30 minutes
passed quickly and before I knew it, it was time for me to join my slave in my
bedroom. He was just coming out of the
bathroom when I entered the room and it pleased me to notice that he had shaved
off all of his body hair. He was as
smooth as a baby’s behind.
“Well, done,
slave. Now let me show you what I have
purchased for you to wear tonight. I
then went to the closet and took down a hangar with a dark red corset
attached. I had it custom made to
Donna’s measurements and with gel forms sewn into the bra cups. I am sure you are going to love wearing
this. It will give you the girlish shape
that you have always wanted. I handed it
to him and told him to slide it up his body.
When he was holding it in position
I told him to turn around and I would help him with the laces. I started to lace it up but quickly discovered that I needed a little more leverage to
pull the laces as tight as I wanted. So,
I had him lay down on the floor. I put
one foot in against his ass and started pulling the laces as tight as
possible. He could hardly breath when I
was through so I knew I had done it right.
I then told
him to get up and go get a pair of red hose and put them on. He discovered that he did not need a garter
belt because the corset already had garters attached. When he was done with that, I handed him a
matching pair of red panties, told him to pull his disgusting cage between his
legs and pull the panties tight trapping his caged cock between his legs. I could see right away that was not going to
work so I told him to take off the panties and handed him a panty girdle that
would be very restrictive. That held him
in place.
Next, I
produced a complete French maid’s uniform made of black satin and with delicate
white lace around the arms. A white lace
apron added the finishing touches. “And
now for your shoes,” I announced. “You have no idea how difficult it is to find
shoes with a 6-inch heel. And don’t you
just love the shade of red? I think it
will match your lipstick perfectly.”
I then made
him sit down at the vanity and I applied the brightest shade of lipstick I had
to his lips. And then I took my mascara
and lengthened his eyelashes I finished off by tweezing his eyebrows to a
narrow slit and applied dark mascara to those as well.
I checked his
appearance and was quite satisfied with the spectacle I had created. I told him to look in the mirror and asked
him what he thought.
“You could not
have made me more hideous if you tried,” he sighed.
“I will take
that as a compliment. I have rented a
hall for tonight’s festivities so we need to get going. I am sure you don’t want to be late to greet
our guests.”
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