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Hi.
One of these stories in which you learn how wicked your aunt really
is. Be happy that yours isn't that wicked :).
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A Girl's Place is the Mall
by Mistress Kay
Introduction
This is the story of Frankie a young man whose lack of initiative led to the
ultimate lesson! He lives with his aunt Sinthia in Santa Cruz California, a
town that is quite well to do and which is well developed. Its beaches are
famous as are its many inhabitants with "eclectic" tastes. Frankie is a
little rebellious and possessed of, as yet, hidden desires. Like most young
people of his age, he is somewhat undirected about his future. While he has
an arrogant manner about him, he is in reality quite insecure and easily
embarrassed. His aunt Sinthia, lost her husband at an early age and at 35
is still quite active. Frankie's parents are dead and as a condition of his
inheritance at age 25, some years away, he must live with and be under the
complete supervision of his strong willed Aunt Sinthia. Sinthia is a
stunning woman, in great condition and possessed of a strong sense of style.
She feels women should always look their best, that they should be dressed
for power and that they were meant to be in control. As you might expect,
she is addicted to leather, fur, and the most outrageous provocative high
heels. Better yet, she wears them with a style and skill that would make
Alexis Carrington envious!
Chapter 1
"Frankie...Come here this minute", Sinthia called from upstairs in her
bedroom! "Yes ma'am", I replied, "I'm coming", I said as I rushed upstairs.
I always hate it when she has that tone in her voice. She had just returned
from a two day trip to San Francisco. I had been alone in the house while
she was gone.
When I entered the room, I could see she was upset. Even though it was late
spring and getting warm outside, there she was dressed in a really beautiful
leather suit. The skirt was at least three inches above her knees and it
was skin tight. As usual she had on black stockings and I knew from the
many times I had seen her dressing, I knew they were tightly gartered. As
always she had on those unbelievably high heels she loved so much. Like her
friend Kay, from Sacramento, she had hundreds of pairs of heels in her
closet and all of them, including the boots had those very high tiny heels.
"Frankie", she said with a questioning tone in her voice, "Has someone else
been in the house while I was gone"? I answered, "No one except for Grace
the cleaning lady. "Well, someone has been going through my dresser
drawers. This is the second time this has happened while I have been away",
she said with a hardening tone in her voice. "I don't understand how you
can say that Aunt Sinthia. How can you tell", I asked. She beckoned me
closer to her and I began to get nervous.
She was a gorgeous woman and had a pair of tits I could not believe. Once I
had seen her dressing through a crack in the door and I was staggered. They
were massive, but, very firm and very upright. All I had ever seen in the
magazines I looked at were breasts that seemed to hang down but hers were
like upturned bulging melons with huge nipples. She always wore bras with
holes cut out in them so her nipples poked through. She said to me once
when I asked her why that "she liked to leave no mistake who was in
charge!".
I didn't really understand that, but I guess it meant that if she had enough
guts to show them that way, she wasn't afraid of anyone. Actually she
wasn't afraid of anyone at all. She had a black belt in Karate and more
than once I had seen her throw a man for a nasty fall. When she worked out
with another woman, especially her friend Kay, a strange light seem to come
on in their eyes.
Her suit top was just like a mans suit with a deep vee opening, only she
always wore just a black lacy bra underneath. Sometime she wore those
beautiful silk blouses, but more often than not, just a very light camisole
or only her bra. I could see the deep dark vee her breasts formed as I
moved closer.
When she talked to me like this I was supposed to be standing almost at
attention, like when I was in that military academy. I could smell the
leather and her perfume and they were overpowering. "Frankie", she started
off, "were you a good boy while I was gone she asked with a mocking tone in
her voice. My face began to get red and I was embarrassed. She used this
approach to overpower me and I felt so humiliated and weak. "What do you
mean Aunt Sinthia?", I said hoping I was not in trouble. "Step over to my
dresser and open the top drawer", she said pointing to it with her index
finger.
Her nails were always done so brightly and she wore them so long they were
like claws. I felt weak in the knees as I moved over to the dresser. "What
do I keep in the top drawer of my dresser Frankie", she asked again with a
mocking tone. "You you keep you panti... panties and bras in the top
drawer Aunt Sinthia", I answered. I was trembling from the pressure and she
was having a ball. "What did I make you do when you dropped that load of
wash last month Frankie? What was your punishment for being careless?" I
answered with a real tremor in my voice and I could feel my face turn beet
red. "I became responsible for washing them and putting them away neatly
every week" "What else were you told about that Frankie", she asked.
"I was told that they had to be folded very neatly", I answered. "Does the
drawer look neat now Frankie", she continued. "Doesn't it look messed
up....as if someone had been rummaging around in there? I wonder who could
have been so curious? Was it you Frankie? Did you feel the need to rummage
through my panties? I was turning beet red and I knew she could see it. I
felt mortified. She reached in the drawer and took out a really silky pair
that had lace all over them.
"Aunt Sinthia, I don't know what you could mean. You know that even
handling them embarrasses me. Why are you being so mean to me now?" I
whined. "I guess I just like to see a high and mighty male teenager really
understand what women have to put up with and more than that I love to see a
man cry real tears", she said. With that, she began to rub the panties all
over my face. I began to squirm and blush even more. "Do they smell good
Frankie", she said. Of course they did....all her clothes did. "Well I
think you were the one in my drawers so your washing duties will now include
doing my stockings and it is now also your responsibility to keep the drawer
neat at all times.
"Now, I have been on the road all day and my feet hurt. Go get your stool,
and change into those Speedo trunks I bought you. Bring the large basin and
the foot care tray from downstairs. Oh wonderful, I thought to myself, now
this. I hated taking care of her feet and she knew it. She had such lovely
legs and wore only the barest of thong panties, that I was in a constant
nervous state. The worst thing was that Speedo bathing suit. It seemed as
if she took the utmost delight in embarrassing me at every opportunity.
When I returned with everything, she was stripped to her bra garter belt,
stockings and the thong bikini panties. She had on a short lace robe, but
it concealed nothing. "Unhook my stockings and roll them down as I taught
you. Make sure that you do not snag them", she said. She stood in front of
me and I kneeled in front of her to do as I was told. My head began to swim
and I broke out in a cold sweat. Her aroma was overpowering and I began to
get an erection. It was so embarrassing because that Speedo bathing suit
revealed everything. "I didn't give you permission to do that", she said.
She reached for her clothes brush and whacked the head of my penis. It
shrunk and I almost began to cry. I was trembling all over.
For the next hour I washed and then massaged her feet and her legs. I
finished up with a soft skin cream rubbed in clear up to the crack of her
thighs. All the while she was talking to me in that sexy soft voice of
hers. It was like she was trying to seduce me. I got excited several times
more but each time I was rewarded with the hair brush. After a while I was
so sore that I couldn't have gotten excited on a dare. While I was
massaging her legs we talked...or rather she talked and I listened. "How
were your grades for this last quarter?", she asked. "About average, I
replied, keeping my head down concentrating on my work. I really didn't
want to look at her and talk about grades. I had barely missed getting two
D's and I knew if she found out she would be furious.
"I talked to Mrs. Johnson, the Girls Vice Principal, this morning by cell
phone on the way home. She said you were not living up to your potential
and lacked both direction and discipline. She told me that Mr. Doren, the
Boys Vice Principal had given up on you and that she had been asked to take
over in his place. What do you have to say for yourself young man?", she
asked. "I don't have anything to say for myself", I replied with my head
still hung downward. It was bad enough that she knew of this but to also be
assigned to the Girl's VP was even worse. How could she understand my lack
of motivation especially since all she ever dealt with were girls.
"I am going to get you an attitude tutor who will also work on your weak
subjects during this off period. You have three months till you go back to
school for your Senior Year", she said. But Aunt Sinthia, I don't know why
I am so blah on school, how can a tutor help me? I won't cooperate with the
tutor cause I don't believe in it." She replied in a very firm voice, "with
an attitude like that you won't get anywhere. In fact I am so angry that I
am going to motivate you in a special way. If you get your head together
and start to cooperate in one month, you'll regret it in ways you never even
considered.
Just then the door bell rang and I was told to go answer it. "Go just as
you are, there is no need for a robe", she said. I was really embarrassed
at how skimpy the trunks were. I answered the door to find Aunt Sinthia's
friend from Sacramento. Ms. Kay, walked right past me and went on in.
"Where is she, upstairs?" she asked. I said "Yes Ma'am", and followed her
upstairs.
She went on in to Aunt Sinthia's sitting room and they greeted each other
like sisters. I was told to clean everything up and went about my business.
Aunt Sinthia ended up telling her friend Kay all about my problem and her
threat. Kay said, "I have a great idea, why not put her, excuse me I meant
him in a position that really forces a decision". Aunt Sinthia asked what
she meant and Kay said, "why don't I just show you". Aunt Sinthia agreed
and with that Kay grabbed my arms and told Aunt Sinthia to grab my feet. I
began to struggle but realized how helpless I was between these two very
strong and determined women.
I was taken into my bedroom, where they sat me down in a chair. Kay
stripped the covers off the bed and reached into her purse. "I always keep
a pair of old stockings and panties in my purse for training aids", she
said. The panties were slipped over my head blocking my view. I was dumped
on the bed and they proceeded to tie my wrists to the bed post. Aunt
Sinthia went back to her room and brought out another pair of stockings.
Kay had her tie my ankles to the bed posts as well. I was so embarrassed
that I began to cry. "Oh look she has..oopps I mean he has tears in his
eyes. Isn't that adorable. Now lets strip off those trunks and get to
work", Kay said to Aunt Sinthia.
"I still don't know what you have in mind Kay darling but this whole thing
has really excited me", said Aunt Sinthia. In fact I would love to play if
you are interested", she said to Kay. "Oooohhh I would love to said Kay,
here, unhook me and help me off with my clothes". They were going to carry
on right in front of me. That would be mortifying. Kay was as well endowed
as Aunt Sinthia but she was also wearing a full length corset. Her waist
was squeezed down so small that her bosom overflowed. I started to get
excited again.
"Go get me your nail tray and some cotton strips", she said to Aunt Sinthia.
She left and returned with the tray. They were both standing there, Aunt
Sinthia with only the thong bikini and bra on and Kay in that corset
gartered stocking and heels. Her bosom was simply spilling out of her bra.
I could see all of this and it had me very excited. Kay said, "you get his
nails ready for painting on the right foot and I'll do the left. Can you
imagine the sight of these two beautiful women bent over filing and trimming
my nails. Their bosoms jiggled and swayed as they worked quickly.
"Here's the plot my dear Sin ( she always called Aunt Sinthia "Sin"). I am
sure he has things to do and people to see on the quarter break and since
its summer, they'll want to go to the beach soon. If he doesn't change his
attitude in a week, this can stay on till he does. He will have the
crappiest summer of his life because there will be no place to go. When it
comes time in a month for his annual physical, which he will need to be
readmitted to school, he won't be able to go if we haven't removed this
polish". Aunt Sinthia said, "I love it and it gives me another idea for the
rest of this week to really reinforce it. We will go shopping at that new
mall in Santa Clara, only it will be a special shopping trip for Francie!"
They finished preparing my toenails and started in. "First lets put on two
coats, no three of ridge filler. Then there will be no way to miss the
gloss of the actual polish", said Aunt Sinthia. Half an hour later they
started with the real polish. I like this Fire Ruby iridescent red", said
Kay. Aunt Sinthia agreed and they proceeded to put on two coats of that.
After half an hour while it set, they put on an acrylic top coat. "This
will keep the polish hard and on no matter what he tries to do.
Aunt Sinthia said, "You know for this trip I think she needs a light coat of
very pale pink polish on her fingernails". Kay agreed and they proceeded to
file and shape my fingernails. They actually made them slightly pointed.
They put several coats of a pale pink polish on them and then the acrylic
overcoat. "Now people who pay attention will suspect a real 'sissy boy' and
pay a lot more attention", said Kay. They put their stuff back in the tray
and began to fondle and kiss each other.
Kay was really hot and it was obvious that they had been together before in
this way. Aunt Sinthia was moaning and mewing as Kay's fingers slipped
under the front of the bikini thong panty. Soon Aunt Sinthia was racked
with spasms as she orgasmed. Kay was there lapping at her shaved pussy
while my Aunt Sinthia twisted her fingers in Kay's gorgeous blond hair. I
was embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief.
They left me tied that way for several hours. About 6 p.m., they untied me
and allowed me to have a light supper. I hadn't noticed it because I had
drifted off to sleep, but now I could see that my closet was virtually empty
except for a pair of jeans, some kind of black shoes and a T shirt. Aunt
Sinthia brought me a sleep shirt and said, "get to bed early, as we have a
full day tomorrow. The sleep shirt was a huge pink one with some kind of
figure painted on it. It certainly didn't look masculine at all but I had
come to learn in this household, you do what the Mistress of the household
says-or else.
The next morning I was told to shower and come down for breakfast. While I
was in the shower washing the color of my toenails hit me. They were a wild
sexy hot red color. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that they had done
this to me. I looked for my bathrobe but found only a short colored silk
one and my regular slippers were gone. In their place was a pair of soft
cotton slipons that had a single wide band across the instep. They were in
red and pink silk to match the robe.
As I went down the stairs to breakfast, I was shocked to find they had a
guest. It was another woman and when I entered the dining area, I could
tell she was looking me over carefully. "Good morning Francie darling",
said Aunt Sinthia. I nodded my head meekly. "See how full his hair is",
said Kay to the other woman. "Why yes, there is a wonderful amount to work
with", she answered back. Aunt Sinthia said, "this is your motivation
tutor, Francie. Her name is Mistress Danielle and you are always to address
her that way. She will start working with you tomorrow. We are going to be
busy shopping today however".
Kay and Aunt Sinthia were already dressed for the day. Kay was in a leather
jump suit that clung to her body like glue and Aunt Sinthia was in a white
silk blouse with a red leather skirt. Both of them had heels on I couldn't
even believe. I wondered what they had planned being dressed like that.
With that introduction, the woman finished her coffee and left. "Now
Francie" Aunt Sinthia said and I interrupted her. "Stop it right now. My
name is Frankie...You are all crazy..I won't put up with this". Kay reached
over to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward her. She backed her
chair up at the same time and pulled me over her lap. She reached in her
purse and pulled out a long handled ruler like thing. Aunt Sinthia pulled
up my little shortie robe exposing my bare bottom. Kay proceeded to give me
the whipping of my life till I thought my bottom would burst into flames.
I tried to reach back and stop her but the blows came even harder. I gushed
tears sobbing out my cries of pain. That seemed to excite her even more.
Then with my bottom in flames, she began to knead and pinch my bottom. I
was actually getting excited by the whole thing. All of a sudden, my fanny
cheeks were pulled apart and in horror I felt ice cubes being pushed up my
bottom. One, two, three, four, five, six and more. I tried to wiggle out
of the way, but the spanking resumed till I was in flames. "Poor dear",
said Kay to Aunt Sinthia, "she might leak today, get me a Tampon". This was
the ultimate humiliation, I thought. Aunt Sinthia came back saying, "I only
have Supers". "That will do just fine till tonight", said Kay, "Push it in
Sin dear". Then that horrible feeling I had never experienced before. They
pushed it deep inside of me. I could feel the little string between my
flaming cheeks.
I was given no relief however. I was led upstairs to my bedroom. On the
bed I found what I described earlier. A pair of jeans and a skimpy T-shirt.
I couldn't really tell much about the jeans except that they had no back
pockets and no belt loops. The T shirt was kind of light weight and a had a
little pink bow at the neck. The bow was real tiny but it was there. There
were no sleeves on the T shirt. The shoes were like men's loafers but had a
big kiltie flap on them and almost no heel. They were maroon colored and
had little black patent inserts on the flap. I realized they were girl's
loafers. There was a pair of multi colored nylon panties laying on the bed
as well. I started to get very red in the face. "You don't expect me to
wear those things do you", I pleaded. "Well, you could wear these skin
tight jeans instead ", said Aunt Sinthia.
"We could make her wear pantyhose under the jeans", said Kay but Aunt
Sinthia said no "she is going to shop for her own". I was told to take off
my robe which I did but by now I was blushing beyond belief. "I just
realized", said Aunt Sinthia, "He can't go around in that T shirt with that
underarm hair. We'll have to shave his underarms immediately". I was
dragged back into the bathroom and made to shave my underarms till they were
smooth as silk.
Then I was taken back to the bedroom and told to put on the panties. i did
and immediately got an erection from the smooth silky feeling. Once again,
Aunt Sinthia's hairbrush was swung sharply and my erection died but my tears
flowed. I was given the jeans to put on which I did. At least they were
ok. Then I was handed a pair of little socks with a large lace ruffle top.
"Here put these on and fold the lace ruffle down nicely", said Aunt Sinthia.
I was in deep shock and blushing beyond belief. Tears rolled down my cheeks
all the while. I slipped the loafers on and then the T Shirt as I was told.
I was led over to the full length mirror and almost died. The lower half
from waist to foot was very natural for a young girl but only barely for a
young man. From the waist up it was too easy to see sissy boy written all
over me. I tried to protest and say no. First I was rewarded with a sever
caning by Kay. My bottom ached by this time. I felt all plugged up with
those ice cubes and the Tampon. When I asked about that, Aunt Sinthia said,
"you can always go to the lady's room and 'change' your Tampon my dear, but
I will inspect you at home and if you haven;'t replaced it, you'll get the
beating of your life. Personally, I wouldn't go in a ladies room looking as
unfeminine as you do however". Kay came over and began to tease and fluff
my hair. Kay sprayed it and put some clear lip gloss on me. My natural
color was crimson red and tears and that's exactly how I felt.
"She has no purse, no ID, nothing at all", said Aunt Sinthia. "That makes
her just perfect for a day at the mall" said Kay. If she runs away from us
she has no way to get home or anything but arrested! Unceremoniously, I was
dragged from the house to Kay's red Lincoln Town Car. It was only 9:00 a.m.
and we were on the road to Santa Clara. As we drove over the hill, I had
time to think interspersed with comments from Aunt Sinthia. I realized I
was totally at their mercy. In a moment I could be on my way to jail. I
had no choice but to do exactly as I was told all day. I was so terribly
uncomfortable with that plug up my bottom, but at least i wasn't leaking
from the melting ice cubes.
Aunt Sinthia started off saying, "Francine, today you are going to have to
exert some initiative today when we are shopping because if you don't, you
will either be arrested for impersonating a woman or beaten up by men or
both. If you are arrested, I will have to let you go to jail and there they
like boy-girls. We are putting you in the position of having to make an
alternate choice to how you have been living or you will live the way you
end up today. When we tell you to do something today or we suggest it or
ask if 'you wouldn't like to...', we expect you to accept our
'recommendation'. We expect you to smile nicely and say how happy you are
to accept our coaching and ideas. If you don't we will take you someplace
where the changes will be made more permanent and far more dramatic".
She continued, " I have your shopping list here and we will not go home till
its complete. Kay and I have overnight bags in the trunk so we will be able
to stay in Santa Clara for the week if necessary. Since you don't have any
clothes with you, we will be shopping today and tomorrow for your whole week
away. You'll need all kinds of clothes since this is also a vacation for
all of us. We will not be returning to Santa Cruz until your shopping is
done or you are permanently taken care of!" Kay added, "I absolutely delight
in giving public whippings and nothing lights my fire like embarrassment and
humiliation of 'boy toys' in public. Your tears and shame are my
aphrodisiacs so be warned."
Aunt Sinthia started to cover the list with me. She read each item slowly
emphasizing the words and licking her lips mischievously as she read on.
"Bras- oh yes dear you most certainly need bras", she said emphasizing the
plural. "I think several with one in black, one in red and one in pink.
You'll need at least three in white for school this fall". "Oh no I'm not
wearing any girls clothes to school", I yelled out. I was rewarded with a
stinging slap across the mouth. "I'm sorry ma'am", I stuttered with tears
again flowing. "Well you know the colors that are needed, you'll have to
pick them out yourself and for that outburst young lady we'll double the
numbers!", she said. I was blushing again and they loved it.
"Next there will be panties and you'll need at least two dozen in assorted
colors and styles". Kay chimed in, "I just love those high thigh cut French
panties and we'll have to get her some thong style. I think the boys call
them 'butt floss' panties don't they Sin?". I was beginning to tremble and
twitch from all this and we had only been on the road for fifteen minutes.
Were they going to torture me for the next two hours all the way to Santa
Clara I wondered. What kind of women did this to men?
"My dear Francine, you'll also need garter belts, just like mine, stockings
and pantyhose as well. I know, ... we'll stop at the discount mall and you
can browse to your hearts content getting all these undies and stockings
you'll need for vacation. The girls at the Hanes store will be very
helpful, especially when they realize that you are a sissy boy shopping for
yourself. Kay and I will be in the store but we won't get involved unless
we have to", continued Aunt Sinthia. Kay said, "ooh I am getting squishy
just thinking of her torment and embarrassment. We can stay in that store
for an hour if necessary can't we Sin? After all we have all week if
necessary and as I said, whatever Francie needs she can buy so we really
don't have any time limit do we. Who knows maybe we'll meet some people and
can also have some real hot social time".
Aunt Sinthia quickly read off the rest of the list and I panicked. "Let's
see there's also makeup and a make over, blouses, skirts, shoes, purses,
earrings, a manicure, wash, cut and set that you need. There is a great gay
hairstylist who owns a shop in the mall. They specialize in new wave
styling. You'll also need sweats and a sexy jogging outfit as well as a
leotard and aerobic shoes, shorts and some of those hot shorts called 'Daisy
Dukes', summer sandals especially those sexy ones with the pretty stones and
very bare straps on them. We probably ought to get you some luggage and of
course you'll need a new wallet for your new ID.
I began to tremble at the thought of shopping for those items and the words
"new ID" made me crazy inside. The part that worried me the most was
actually going through the act of purchasing them. I mean why would any guy
be shopping for such things? I would be so embarrassed and humiliated each
time I bought something feminine. Well, I thought to myself, all I had to
do was go from store to store and order each thing delivered to Aunt
Sinthia's home. All I had to worry about was the ridiculous clothes I was
wearing. I was so embarrassed by the things they had me wearing. Thank god
at least no one could see my toes.
Finally after more than an hour of emotional and verbal torture, we arrived
in the San Jose area. We stopped along the way at one of those Road Side
Rest Areas. I was told to use the men's room at which I panicked. I tried
to argue with Aunt Sinthia. She grabbed me and pulled me over her lap. Kay
unfastened my jeans in front, and pulled them down over my bottom. next she
pulled the panty girdle down exposing my bare bottom. She took out a hair
brush and paddled me viciously for more than ten minutes. My bottom was
scorched to say the least and I was bawling like a baby. Kay pulled my
panty girdle up and then my jeans. I was told to zip them and do what I was
told.
"Why do I have to go to the men's room looking like this?", I cried. "I am
so embarrassed and humiliated by all this. Why do you take such pleasure in
torturing me with all this? I didn't do anything to deserve this". They
would have no end of it. Aunt Sinthia said, "you have done nothing but
screw off all year. Your teachers are at their wits end with your lack of
direction. You can't figure out what you want to do. you are disrespectful
to women and especially to me. Now do you want to hear more!"
Aunt Sinthia was furious and I could tell there was no arguing with her. "I
don't know what I want to do or be for that matter", I cried with tears in
my eyes. "I am so mixed up about life. I don't seem to have any success
with girls and I really don't understand them". I was sobbing throughout
this whole affair and so terribly embarrassed. There were people all around
us. I could see some of the men and women pointing at me and laughing.
"Please take me away from here, please please", I sobbed. Kay said to me,
"come on with me to the ladies room, I have to pee and you can wipe me after
I am done then we'll go on to Santa Clara and you can do your shopping.
I followed her into the ladies bathroom and went potty myself. There was no
urinal and I realized I would have to sit to pee just like her. When I was
done I flushed and left the stall. Kay called me in to her stall and had me
wipe her pussy. "That's right Francie, wipe it with the paper till I am
dry." We left the stall and went to wash. "A woman always washers her hands
after going potty. Were not like those filthy me", she said. I smiled and
nodded my agreement. "let me touch up your hair and lips", she said. I
smiled weakly as she picked out my hair even more than it was before. She
handed me a tube of lip gloss showing me how to extend it. I noticed it had
a red tinge to it. "That's it... carefully follow the contour of your
lips", she said.
As we got back in the car, Aunt Sinthia said, "I don't want another
episode like that at any time. If you do, we'll just leave you to the mercy
of the locals. As punishment for that outburst you will have something
special added to your list. Now, what is your name", she asked. I knew she
wanted me to say Francie. I tried to avoid her eyes in the rear view mirror
but she had me. "Come on say it or get another punishment and another
whipping .... NOW!", she barked at me. "My name is Francie", I said. She
complimented me and said that I was making progress. Toward what I wondered
to myself.
The rest of the ride to Santa Clara was pretty much in silence. I was deep
in thought. The tight panty girdle was crushing me and cutting into my
thighs. The jeans which were tight in the hips and tummy, made it
impossible to breathe normally. I found myself breathing in shorter breaths
using my upper chest. Finally we arrived at the Mall. It was huge and
there were people everywhere. It was a Thursday but it looked like a
Saturday from the business. I saw so many teenage girls and they all looked
so attractive. The guys were everywhere and they looked normal, not like
me.
Aunt Sinthia parked the car at the outside edge of the parking area. That
only meant we had a long way to walk. "You know Francie, if you walk
slouched like that everyone will notice how out of place you look. Try
moving your hips more and push them forward so at least you won't be read
for what you really are so easily. I did my best and there seemed to be a
little change. Once inside the mall we went to the directory. "Well I see
at least 20 or 30 stores I want to visit", said Aunt Sinthia. Off we went
to our first stop a shoe store.
It was real high class and filled with lots of people. The saleswoman came
over to us and asked if she could help us. Aunt Sinthia said, "yes..can you
fit my "sissy boy" with a pair of those pretty sandals there?". She was
pointing to a pair of flat sandals with very small straps and little chains
and bright stones over the instep. " Let me measure her , oops I'm sorry
'him' and I'll try", said the sales girl. "Francie, sit down and take off
your shoes and socks like a good sissy", said Aunt Sinthia. I was beet red
but by now I was in no mood for another humiliating spanking in public. I
sat down slipped out of the loafers and took off my socks. The bright red
toenails flashed and glinted in the bright store lights.
"Oh what a hot color that is", said the sales girl. "I never would have
guessed a 'girl' like you would have gone for that hot a color-at least not
the way you are dressed". Aunt Sinthia said I had a lot of different sides
to me. The sales girl measured my foot and it turned out to be a size 8.
She came back with the pair and gave them to me to try on saying, "here try
these and I'll be back. With a color like that, I have just the heels for
this sissy to try on". Aunt Sinthia said to me, "Francie, slip those
sandals on and buckle them". I did and then she said to walk around in them
and go over to the mirror.
I did as I was told but I was trembling inside and blushing beyond belief.
The sales girl came back carrying a box. "Those look great, but you really
should have on some shorts with them , perhaps some really short Daisy
Dukes, and a gold ankle bracelet for sure". She opened the box displaying a
pair of high heels for Aunt Sinthia and Kay to see. "These have a 4 inch
heel and this wonderful full open toe cutout. As you can see, it shows
three full toes and a hint of the fourth toe. Not many women can wear this
but I think your 'niece' would be smashing in them. Shall we try them on
her", she concluded.
Aunt Sinthia said, "she doesn't wear many heels yet so she may have
difficulty in that height, but lets see them on her. I realize we don't
have stockings with us, but isn't that style often worn barefoot?, she
added. The sales girl replied, "yes in fact it is said that European women
wear these to allow a lover to worship their toes even when they are out for
an evening". I tried the heels on as I was directed and when I stood I
almost tripped. Slowly I was led to the mirror by the salesgirl. "See how
sexy they look. These will drive a man crazy and I know you'll just love
that" she said. Kay said, "look what they do to her ass and leg line.
Now That's the look I want on her, don't you Sinthia? Leave those on and
keep walking in them Francie so you'll get used to them", she said turning
to me. I was blushing so much that the sales girl said, "I'll bet she makes
a pretty girl and I have just the male friend for her. He is 34 and he
loves sissy boys but he is so horny I would worry about her if she went out
with him. I mean he gets off three or four times and dumps a real load in a
girl. He is so over endowed it is unbelievable". Aunt Sinthia said, "Let
me have your name and number. We are here for a week and she may need a
date for a movie or dancing". The sales girl gave her a piece of paper and
showed her a picture of the guy. He was in a football uniform and looked
huge. I'm sure it was just the protector that made his crotch look so big.
I just began to tremble inside at the very thought of going out with a man.
She had said his name was John and that he was 6'4 and "built like a brick
you know what"
Aunt Sinthia said about the spike heels, "I wish we could have her wear them
for the rest of the day, but we'll have her change into them when we need
the effect". They paid for the shoes after telling me to change into my
loafers and socks. I did as I was told when Aunt Sinthia said, "oh she
needs a purse to go with those. I think something in a little shoulder bag
with the long shoulder strap." The sales girl found just what Aunt Sinthia
wanted and I had my first purse.
The next shop we went to was Frederick's of Hollywood where Aunt Sinthia
wanted me to shop for undies. I wanted to protest, but the plug in my
bottom and the hot red fanny I still felt, made me think twice. When we
walked in a large, well dressed, but very severe looking, woman came over to
us. "May I help you ladies", she said. Aunt Sinthia explained that she was
here shopping with her 'sissy nephew' and how she expected him to make a
large purchase for himself. This made me really blush but the worst was yet
to come. "He is contemplating a lifestyle change and I want him to 'fully'
experience what that lifestyle would really mean", said Aunt Sinthia. The
saleslady responded with, "how wonderful of your new 'niece' to consider
changing over to the real world of feminine life. I can't tell you how
lucky you are that I am working today. I specialize in training sissies for
their Mistresses", she concluded.
With a very warm understanding smile toward the woman, Aunt Sinthia said
firmly to me, "tell the saleslady each thing that you want and ask her for
permission to try each on. Ask her if she has other suggestions for you as
well and follow her guidance completely. We will return in an hour to see
the results. Here is your credit card Francie". I stammered, "where...
where are you going? I can't do this alone, I don't know what to do". With
that Aunt Sinthia handed me a short list. "You ask for each thing yourself
Francie ... now show some initiative or I will think up something even
worse for you!" With that she spun on her heel, saying to Kay, "let's go
have coffee and see if that shoe sales girl can meet us tonite".
"My name is Ms. Amanda, and I expect to be treated with respect as well as
obeyed without question", she said to me. "Your Aunt Sinthia is quite right
to make sure you get the full experience, but I am pleased that this is
something you want to do on your own". I responded, "well I'm not sure yet
but I am truly bound to obey my Aunt Sinthia, without hesitation so let's
get on wit it". I blushed badly as I started to read from the list,
realizing that Aunt Sinthia would question Amanda about how I handled the
requests and everything. it was so embarrassing.
"I need three white bras for school, a black one, a red one and a pink one",
I said terribly embarrassed. Amanda said, "what size do you wear and what
style do you like best". I had to reply and stammered, "I don't know I have
never worn a bra". "We can solve all of that", she said, " lift up your T
shirt and I'll measure you". "Right here in front of everyone", I whined,
"they'll all realize these are for me. It will be so humiliating and I'm
scared".
Amanda reached up under my T shirt and grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard
pulling on it and said, "if you don't do exactly as I say, I will turn you
over my knee this minute". The pain was intense as she twisted my nipple
viciously. Tears came to my eyes but I lifted my T shirt. The one nipple
was bright red and swollen from her treatment. "Hmm, we'll have to treat
the other nipple to the same", she said. She placed the tape measure around
my chest just about two inches under the nipple and said, "my dear 'girl'
you are just a bare 35 inches and of course an A cup. "Follow me", she
said.
We walked over to a set of drawers where there were many bras. I think you
need several which are lace and cannot be seen through too easily, however,
I think your Aunt Sinthia will want you also to have ones which are very
sheer and revealing. I've met women like her before and they take great
pleasure in tit torture to stimulate their playthings. She will want to see
a truly red and rich nipple on you". She took several white bras from
different boxes and told me to go in the dressing room and she would come in
to examine me.
I found an open dressing room and went in. I tried fastening one on myself
but I was all thumbs due to my trembling. She came in to the dressing room
and said, "no silly girl, here's how you fasten a bra. I did as she showed
me and stood up straight for her to examine me. After checking the first
bra she had me do each of the white ones in turn. Then she said, "lets look
at some of the colored ones and you can try them on also". I started to put
my T shirt back on but she said no, just to follow her.
We left the dressing room with me in a state of nervous excitement. There
were two young women in the store and when they saw me they started pointing
and laughing. I was so mortified I tried to hide. Ms. Amanda pulled out
several black bras and several in red and pink. She made me try all of them
on and I ended up with three of each of them as well. Then Ms Amanda said,
"how are you going to control your figure dear girl?" She took me to another
area in the store and selected a white and a black corset from the boxes.
Each had six garters on it and looked horribly severe.
I was led back to the dressing room and she placed it around my waist.
"Those jeans will have to come off for this to work", she said. I was in
shock but she would have no part of my protests. I took off my jeans
exposing the multi color panties I had been made to wear. "Ooh, they are
cute and so feminine", she said. "Are you sure you haven't done this
before? By the way, is that pink polish on your fingernails? Why you
really are the sissy boy aren't you. Those socks will have to go for this
outfit however. Now put that black bra on the way I showed you"
What did she mean by that I wondered. She called out, "Jani, come here
please and help me". A pretty woman about 24 appeared and looked in. "Oh"
she exclaimed to which Amanda replied, "its ok we are just getting a bunch
of goodies for this big sissy boy". Get me some white stockings and some
black stockings about size 8, sheer toe in both and trashy heel style with
seams in the black. See if we have some in pink and red also for the other
outfits. He'll need them to make this corset fit properly. I felt like I
was going to faint from embarrassment. Ms. Amanda told me to reach up high
and grab the railing up on the wall. Then she began to lace the white
corset around me; tighter and tighter she pulled. At one moment I thought I
could feel her knee in my back. Good, she said, and tied the laces off.
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