A Shoppping Trip (Part I)

When I woke up in the morning I was still bound. My hands werecuffed behind my back and my ankles were tied tightly together. MyMistress walked into the room and informed me that she had to go towork, but I was going to have a fun day ahead of me. She told me therewas a note on the kitchen table, which I was to read. I was also tofollow the directions to the letter. She said it would take me most ofthe day to complete my tasks, so I better get started. I was slowlywaking up, but the excitement of pleasing my Mistress gave me a charge.I wiggled myself around so that my feet hung over the edge of the bed.With a good amount of effort, I was able to stand and I hopped into thekitchen. As was getting to the bedroom door, I heard my Mistress tellme to enjoy myself, and then I heard the door shut. I hopped into thekitchen, and read the note on the table. It read as follows:

Your Mistress

I read the note and quickly hobbled into her bedroom. I opened thedrawer with my mouth bu grabbing the handle between my teeth and pullingout. The drawer was too high to reach with my hands bound as they were,so I rooted through my Mistresses dirty panties with my mouth. Ifinally found the key and using my tongue and teeth I finally was ableto get a grasp on it and pull it out of the drawer. The aroma from myMistresses panties gave me an incredible erection. I lowered myself onto the floor and dropped the key from my teeth onto the floor. Lyingdown flat, and with a great deal of manipulation and contorsion, I wasable to get the key in the right hand cuff. I turned it, and the cuffslid open. I undid the other hand and untied my ankles. I took a briefstretch and got the cage from the top drawer. I had to wait for a fewminutes until my erection went down before I could place it on. It wasmade of 6 steel rings that barely fit over my limp cock and sqeezed theminto a 3 inch little stub. It also locked with a leather strap behindmy balls. Once the lock was on, it became physically impossible to getit off. It also became impossible to get hard without the 6 steel ringsdigging into my cock and balls. I had experienced the sensation severaltimes, and it was excrutiatingly painful. Just snapping the lock shut,reminded me of how hard I must concentrate to remain limp. As it was,the rings were very tight, and if my cock grew even slightly, I couldfeel a good bit of pain.

I stretched for a few minutes, enjoying my freedom, and then made myway into the living room where I found the second note. It read asfollows:

Well Slave, I see that you have made it this far. Very good, I am pleased. Now, I want you to put on a pair of grey sweatpants and the sweatshirt that is hanging in your closet. You are to visit four places for me and buy the things on this list. You need not worry about the money, that is all taken care of. Here are the places you need to go:

I want you to buy the sexiest lingerie that you can find. I will judge your taste when I get home. Make sure that you ask for Margie when you get there. She will help you pick out something special for me.

The Fantasy House, 7th and Marquette Ave.

Here you are to purchase three things. First, a butt plug. They have several sizes, so you should ask Janet to help you figure out which size is right for you. Second, buy a pair of fur lined cuffs for your wrists. Third, I want you to buy me a pair of nipple clamps, they have all different kinds, so you should ask Janet again for help in deciding.

Uptown Shoes, 123rd and Martinsdale St.

Here you are to buy 3 pair of shoes for yourself. One pair of bright red pumps with heels at least 4" high. One pair of any style of high heels, with at least 3" heels. And one pair of high heels that match your new outfit for me. You should ask for Sam to help you.

Stockings and Things, Charles St. and North St.

You are to hand the saleslady an envolope. She will help you from there. Make sure that it is a woman, and make sure that you return home with 4 pair of stockings. I don't know anyone there, so the letter will be very important, don't forget it. You will find it on the table by the door.

Enjoy your little shopping spree.

Love,

Your Mistress

I went back to my room and quickly got dressed, putting on my sweats asmy Mistress had instructed. I put on my sweatpants and my sweatshirtand picked up the letter and envelope by the door and headed to my firstdestination. Along the way, I re-read the first part of myinstructions:

I found aparking spot right in front of Mary's, got out of the car andwalked in. I saw two absolutely gorgeous women behind the counter. Onewas talking on the phone when I arrived. The last thing I heard her saywas "I think he is here now. O.K. Talk to you later." She hung up thephone and turned around to straighten some of the items behind thecounter.

I began browsing looking for something that I knew my Mistress wouldlike. I liked six or seven outfits that I saw, and I held a few of themup to see how they would look on me. The two women behind the counterwere giggling and whispering to each other as I examined each outfit.I felt so embarrassed. They were looking and pointing at me. I turnedbeet red. I knew I mustn't fail my Mistress, so I stepped up to thecounter and asked if Margie could help me pick something out. A tallerblond woman looked at me and informed me that she was Margie. Shelooked at the other woman and laughed. She told her that it might takea while and asked if she would cover for her. The other woman agreed.She laughed as well.

She walked around the counter and took me by the arm and led me tothe risque lingerie section. Just looking at the wonderful assortmentmade my cock begin to grow, until I was reminded by my cock cage thatsuch activity was not permitted. I let out a small gasp, and Margieasked me if I was o.k. I told her that I just had a cramp, and shelaughed again. She began showing me several very sexy pieces oflingerie, mostly corsets and garters, some lace, some satin. Anotherwoman came over and asked if she could get some help trying on anoutfit. Margie responded by telling the woman that she was helping afriend's dirty slut slave pick out some kinky lingerie for him to wear.She kept a straight face, and the woman blushed. Margie told her tocheck the counter, another saleswoman should be there who could help. Iwanted to crawl up and die. I was so humiliated by what Margie had toldthe woman. She saw my embarrassment and asked me if I was a dirty slutslave shopping for kinky lingerie. I nodded. She smiled and told meshe thought so. After looking at six or seven very pretty items, shetold me she had something special that she thought I might like. Shetold me to go to dressing room 3 and get undressed and wait for her.

I walked over to dressing room 3 and tried the door. It was locked.I heard the other saleswoman call over to me from the counter. Therewere 4 or 5 women browsing around the store when she called over to me.She tossed me a key, and called out loud "Here you little slut slave,you need a key to get in." Every head in the place turned, and Ifumbled with the key to try to open the lock. Finally I got in and outof sight of all the customers. From outside I could hear them talkingand discussing what was going on. For the most part, they all found myplight amusing. When I looked around the dressing room, I found abeautiful blue lace and satin corset and a pair of blue seamedstockings. The corest had garters that ran down from the bottom and hadlight blue lace trim all around it. I got undressed quickly and beganto roll the stockings up my shaved legs. They felt nice and fit well.They had a peculiar touch to them, however. At the top of the stockingsin four places were four gold rings that circled the top of my thighs.

Without notice, Margie unlocked the door and walked in. She wasimpressed by how nice the stockings looked, and was even more impressedby how cute she said my cock looked in its cage. She lifted the corsetoff of the hanger and told me to hold my arms out in front of me. Shewrapped it tightly around my waist and chest and told me to take a deepbreath. As I sucked in all my air, she put her knee in my back and beganlacing the corset up the back. She pulled very tightly on the laces,until I could barely stand it, and then I heard a small click behind me,just under my neck. She had placed a small padlock on the top of thelaces of the corset. I liked the idea very much at first, and then Iexhaled. When I did, I found I had no room to expand, I was completelyconfined. She showed me how I looked in the mirror. I had a perfecthourglass figure. My waist was reduced almost 10 inches and thetightness of the corset shoved my skin and muscle up to the top of thecorset, forming what looked like breasts in the cups of it. My nippleswere raised ever so slightly over the top of the cup. Margie commentedon how pretty I looked, and then she laughed. She reached down andpulled the garters to meet the rings in the stockings. The garters tooended in small rings, each which was padlocked to the corresponding ringon the stockings. My corset was locked shut and my stockings werelocked on. I loved it. I told Margie that I would take it, and that myMistress said she had made other arrangements to pay. She nodded andsaid that was fine. I asked if she could gift wrap it for me, and shegiggled. She told me should could, but.... I asked her what theproblem was, and she told me that my Mistress had picked up the keysearlier this morning. She laughed again, and told me she was sorry.With that she picked up my sweats and shoes and left the room, shuttingthe door behind her. I was dressed up with no way to get out withoutexposing myself to whoever was in the store. I called out for Margie tobring back my clothes. After about 5 minutes of hollering, a note wasdropped over the doortop. It basically said that I was not getting myclothes back until I came to the counter and that if I didn't stopscreaming they would gag me. I looked ridiculous enough in lingerie anda cock cage, the gag would have put me over the edge. I finally decidedto step out and retreive my clothes. When I came out, the store wasempty, and the door was shut. I noticed that the sign now read closed.I looked at Margie and asked her for my sweats back. She told me Iwould have to ask Ann about that, and went back to counting registerreceipts. Just after she told me that, the other woman came out of theback room. She was wearing my clothes. They were very baggy on her,but they made her look very cute. I asked for them back and she askedme what I would give her for them. I told her that I would do anything.She told me that she didn't want anything from me, and that she had toleave, since she had to go pee. She started to walk away when Margiestopped her and suggested that I might be able to save her the trip. Iwasn't sure what she meant until she said that maybe I could earn mypants back if I was to save her the trip of going to the bathroom. Annliked the idea and told her that would be a fair trade. Margie told meto lie flat on my back and close my eyes. Ann took off my pants andplaced them on the floor. Margie told me if I spilled even one drop,that I would lose all rights to my shirt and would have to leave wearingonly my pants and the corset, so I should be careful.

Ann squatted down near my face and let her golden stream flow intomy mouth. It tasted warm and a little bitter. I gulped as much as Icould as she peed in my mouth. I kept swallowing trying to keep up.Her flow was constant and hard, each time I swallowed, I felt like mymouth was again full. I tried in earnest to keep up. Finally itstopped, after what seemed like an eternity. I licked my lips and rubbedmy face with my fingers, licking them afterwards. Margie approved andAnn removed the sweatshirt, revealing the lace bra she was wearingunderneath. I began getting hard but again was cut short by my cage.The both commented on how unfortunate it was that I was caged, sincethey both wanted to have a cock inside them so bad. After a few minutesof their talk, I couldn't resist getting hard, and I payed for it. thepain in my groin was un believable. Ann tried to help relieve it bytickling the head of my cock from underneath the cage, which just addedto the pain. Ann looked at Margie and said "you were right, I really dolike this." They both laughed and Margie tossed me my shirt as Ann ledme to the door. She turned the sign back around to indicate that theywere open. As I left I could hear Margie on the phone. The last thingsI heard her say was "Yes, it went very well. I even got Ann to help.You were right, I knew she could do it too." Then the door shut.

I put my shirt back on, drawing some strange looks from people on thestreet and got back in the car and pulled away. As I drove, my cockbegan to grow limp again. I looked over the note and began heading down7th street. I pulled around to the back of Fantasy House, where theyhad parking spots and walked inside. I had been in Mary's Boutique foralmost two hours, so I needed to get moving. I again, read the note:

I went inside and immediately asked for Janet. The man at the desklooked at me and smiled and asked me to wait a minute. He picked up thephone, pressed a button and said, "He's here." A few seconds later, adoor swung open near the back of the store and a shorter thin woman withvery short blond hair stepped out. She was dressed in a pair of longshorts and a madris shirt. I felt relieved. She looked very sweet andvery cute. She motioned me to come over by waving. I walked over to herand she introduced herself as Janet. She had a very sweet and gentlevoice. She put her arm around me and asked me why I walked over to her.I told her because she waved me over. She told me that was correct, butshe never gave me permission to walk. She told me to do it over again,and this time to crawl. With that she pushed me back towards thecounter. I walked back slowly. When I got down on my hands and knees,I heard the clerk whisper to be to be careful, that she was quitedangerous. I waited for her to motion to me again. When she did, Icrawled quickly and stopped at her feet. I couldn't believe that thiscute little thing could be so dominant. She looked down at me and toldme that she would have to tell my Mistress how dissapointed she was inmy training. I knew that would not go over very well at all! I askedher if I could redeem myself. She told me that I could, but it wouldtake some doing. She told me about her love for spanking, and how badlyshe thought I had been trained. To correct such a problem, she told mewould take quite a bit of discipline. She told me if I was willing tosubmit to follow her upstairs. She turned and jogged up the stairs. Ifollowed on my hands and knees. When I got to the top, the door wasshut. I knocked and asked to come it. She called out from behind thedoor, that shit slaves like me don't speak, they bark and scratch. Ibarked and scratched at the door. After a few minutes of barking andscratching she open the door and let me in.

As I entered, I saw a mat on the rug with several butt plugs, shacklesand cuffs and a whole range of nipple clamps, some of which lookedpretty fierce. She was sitting at a chair behind her desk with her feetup and invited me to have a seat and join her. I stood up and walked upto the chair. I was ready to sit down, and as I lowered myself, I wasstopped by some sort of obstruction. I looked down and saw that it wasa butt plug fastened to the chair. She told me I couldn't sit down likeI was, and I would have to remove my pants before I could sitcomfortably. I still couldn't believe this sexy cute woman could be sodominant. I pulled my sweatpants down and when she saw my garters andstockings she began laughing outloud. She commented that she would haveto remember this for her slaves. As I eased down on the plug, it filledme completely. Fortunately it was well lubricated and slid in easily.She looked at me and batted her eyes. She looked adorable. I figuredthat the butt plug was my punishment so I smiled back at her. Shesmiled at me and blew me a kiss. I blew one back at her. As I did, hereyes opened widely and she began shaking her head. She asked if I wasflirting with her. I denied that I was. She told me that we would haveto see about that and picked up the phone. She told me that she wascalling my Mistress to tell her what I had done. I begged her to stop.She did, momentarily. Only long enough to gag me with a ball gag,remove my shirt and put two of the tamer looking nipple clamps on me.She told my Mistress I was coming on to her and refused to besubmissive. She explained that she asked me to crawl to her and Iwalked, assuming I was her equal. I tried to deny it all, but the gagkept me silent. I was shaking my head to say no, but it did no good onthe phone. Janet put the phone down and attached the leather cuffs tomy wrists, and then attached their leads to the back of the chair. Shejust listened on the phone for a few minutes and then told me to stand.She blindfolded me and I could hear her fidgiting with the chair. Shereached into my ass and I could feel her fingers smearing my ass holewith vaseline. She ordered me to sit. As I did I could feel a huge buttplug being shoved up my ass. After about fifteen minutes of wiggling andmoving, I was seated all the way. The next thing I felt was leatherstraps being pulled across the tops of my thighs and being locked shut.The straps were to hold the plug firmly in place. She removed theblindfold and told me to hold still. I looked down and saw theelaborate harness that held the plug in. It was attached to both mythighs and my balls. Any attempt to expel the plug would result in astretching of my balls that I was not anxious to experience.

Janet returned to the phone and all I heard her say was that she wasfamiliar with what my Mistress was talking about. Janet hung up thephone and went back downstairs. When she came back, she held two nippleclamps. She removed the the smaller ones from my nipples and put thenew ones on. These had a reverse action to them. The tips that bitinto my nipples sqeezed tighter as the top parts moved closer together.To take them off, they had to be stretched apart, rather than pushedtogether. As Janet put them on she squeezed the ends tightly together.The pain was very intense. When they were together as far as they wouldgo, she snapped two locks on them and dangled the keys before me. Shetold me that my Mistress would be by to pick up the keys on her wayhome. She untied my wrists, but left the cuffs locked on. I asked herif I could have a bag to carry them home and she informed me that myMistress already had the keys to the butt plug belt and the wrist cuffsand I would have to wear them home. She also told me that my Mistresshad told her that a spanking was definitely in order, and that she wasto give me one hundred strokes before I left. She went down stairs andselected a large leather covered wooden paddle. She warned me that shemay be small, but her technique was outstanding. I must admit, I had mydoubts. This cute little pixie giving me a spanking didn't seem to bemuch of a threat. She asked me if I thought she was capable of reallyhurting me, and I honestly told her I didn't think so. I had beenthrough pretty severe spankings before and those were by strong and bigwomen. I knew I could handle what she had to offer. I even doubted ifshe could give a hundred strokes without taking a break.

The first blow came without warning on my left ass cheek. Thesensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. It didn't feel like shehit me that hard, but it STUNG! And then she delivered another to myright cheek, and the stinging sensation covered my whole ass. I waswimpering after two strokes. She stoppped, and in her little pixievoice reminded me that there were just 98 more to go. She paused for afew seconds between each stroke to let the stinging set in beforedelivering the next blow. After five I was squirming, after 10, I wasbucking and trying to cover my ass, and after 20 I was broken down intotears. She tied my wrists to a ring in the floor to stop me fromprotecting myself, and she continued slowly and methodically spanking myass. After about thirty strokes she began REALLY hitting me hard.After about forty, she told me that only dirty little slut slaves getspanked and that I should tell her that I was a dirty little slut slaveeverytime she gave me a stroke. I felt so humiliated, telling her I wasdirty slut slave while she spanked my ass. I couldn't figure how thiswoman could be so nasty. After 50 strokes she stopped and rubbed myswollen stinging ass. She told me she was going to continue with thepaddle in a few minutes, and I could beg as much as I wanted for her tostop, but there was one condition. If I wanted to beg, I had to callher "Mommy" and I had to refer to myself as her "baby." I guess duringthe break I had forgotten how much it hurt when she hit me, but Ithought the whole idea was kind of silly and I decided not to go alongwith it. I had made it through the first 50, I could make it throughthe last 50. So I thought. Janet had just come back and had me lieacross her lap again, my hands still bound to the ring in the floor.Before she hit me she scolded in her cute little voice, "baby has beensoooooooo bad today, he deserves a spanking doesn't he?" And with thatshe began spanking again, slowly, even slower that before, now taking 30second breaks between each stroke. I figured she may be getting tired,but the strokes were getting harder and harder, the second felt twice ashard as the first and the third twice the second. Within four strokes Iwas crying again. She repeated herself, "baby has been sooooooooooo badtodayy, he deserves a spanking, doesn't he?" I nodded and over my tearsresponded, "Yes Mommy, baby has been very naughty." Her strokes becameeven slower and slower, as she would ask me a question in between each."Baby has been a dirty little slut, hasn't he?" She would spank me and Iwould answer, "Yes, Mommy, baby has been a filthy little slut boy," andshe would spank me again. After 80 strokes, I could barely concentrateon what I was saying, and they were still getting harder and harder.After 90, I was starting to believe that I was her little baby slave andshe was my Mommy Mistress and by the 99th stroke, I had completely lostcontrol over any thought or action. Just before the 100th spank shesaid "Come for Mommy, Baby, Come for Mommy." As the blow landed on myreddened ass, I spewed my cumm all over her thighs. My cock didn'teven get hard. But there was cum all over my cage. I asked Janet tohelp me clean it up, but she told me I had bigger problems, and pointedat her leg. I bent down as best I could with my hands still tied andlicked my cum off of her legs and shorts. She stood up after I finishedand just shook her head. She pointed at her shorts and told me I betterhope they weren't stained. If they were, she said, she would have toreport it to my Mistress. She untied my hands and told me to getdressed and leave. I thanked her for allowing me to come, and shesmiled and nodded. She blew me a kiss as I got dressed and walked downthe steps. In a few minutes I followed her down. I must of looked abit weakened, as the sales clerk looked at me shaking his head saying,"Don't say I didn't warn you."

I got back to the car and just sat a moment. All the differentsensations were unbelieveable. My nipples ached from the clamps lockedon, my legs felt smooth and soft from the stockings, and my ass feltuncomfortable and stuffed from the huge plug. Finally the corsetpulling in my waist and pushing my chest out topped it all off. I wasgoing nuts from the pain and pleasure all at once. I grabbed the noteand found my next destination. Sitting was almost unbearable after thespanking I had received. Sitting still was painful enough, but when iwould hit a bump in the road or go around a corner, the movement wouldcause me to scream outloud. I checked the note again:

I found the store after a 15 minute drive or so and parked and wentin. I knew I was supposed to ask for Sam, but the thought of a guyhelping me scared me a little, especially dressed as I was and feelinglike I did. I knew I had better trust my Mistress however, or therewould be hell to pay. I went to the cash register and asked for Sam.There was a big burly guy in the back, who asked him to hold on for aminute. I freaked out! This huge guy was about to see me in blue silkstockings. The man at the cash register told me to take a seat. Iwaited for ten minutes, then fifteen, and as I was getting up to leave Ifelt a hand reach on my shoulder and push me back down into my seat. Iheard a voice say "Sorry to keep you waiting." I looked up inastonishment. It wasn't the guy from the backroom at all, it was a tallred haired woman in a tight green dress. She looked at me and smiled anevil smile, and said quietly, sorry to keep you waiting I was all.....well, tying someone up. With that she bit her lip gently, sneered alittle and turned and walked away. As she walked she slapped the sideof her right legs and turned her head back toward me. She wistled a bitas she headed back into the stockroom and called out "Here Boy! Comehere, Boy!" I followed her lead and crawled back to her on my hands andknees, following her back to the stock room.

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