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Part 1
It all started innocently enough. Well, not totally. I was being a bit naughty
but I had no idea how far it would go.
I've been cross dressing for years. I remember the days is college sneaking
into the women's dorm and stealing the odd pair of panties from the laundry
room. Even then I think I wanted to get caught. I also enjoyed the thrill of
visiting the local lingerie shop and buying a gift for my girl friend. She
coincidentally wore the same size as I. I always imagined that the sales girls
really knew what I was up to. It just grew from there.
I was in the city for a user's conference and had time on my hands come Friday
afternoon. I often wear lingerie under my business clothes when I'm at these
sort of functions, and this day was no exception. I had developed a nasty run
in my black thigh highs and decided to check out the local Victoria's Secret
store to replace them. I always find an excuse to enter that place, its just so
.... sexy.
I didn't want to be too conspicuous, but at the same time these trips are no fun
without a little dare. I'm always daring myself. Sort of my own little
imagined domme telling me what to do. This time I packed my bra. It had been
flat throughout the morning, but just before leaving the hotel I added my soft
silicon inserts. I chose not to include the fillers that fit the inside of the
cups and build the busty 40D look I prefer, but even without them I still had a
nice B cup that juggled in my light lace bra. The tight sweater and light
jacket I wore did little to hide my little twins. The dare was to unzip the
jacket and shop with the tight sweater and what they contained a little more
visible. There I was again, just wanting to get caught.
In this city the VS store was located in a large shopping mall on the outskirts
of town. I'd been there several times during previous conferences and business
trips. I took a taxi to the mall and just before entering I looked around to
ensure noone was looking and unzipped my jacket. I had to be true to myself,
this was a dare. Then, with shoulders back, back straight, I entered the mall.
I could feel them jiggling on my chest. What a slut!
Well, I wasn't really being that brazen. I had purposely asked to be dropped of
at the entrance I remembered being closest to the VS store. It was only a short
walk down an access hall and a little to the left and I was there. The mall was
near empty, noone was around to see me. I'd cheated them again, too bad.
Even when I entered the VS store noone was around. I made my way to the hosiery
bar to find the thigh highs. It was then I saw it. My undoing. The thing that
started it all. It was a bit out of place. Something you'd be more likely to
see in a Frederick's of Hollywood store. It was a simple display with a
mannequin dressed in a maid outfit, but it was the kind of outfit. It featured
a tight high collar with a large cutout in front to expose lots of cleavage.
Long tight sleeves with heavy frilly cuffs. It had lots of bows, belts, and
straps that secured, almost bound the wearer in the outfit. The skirt was way
too short and was stiff to stand out and expose a lacy thinly pantied rear. It
featured lots of white lace and tight black spandex that created a look only
appropriate for a sex slave. I loved it, it was me. "Oh, some day" I thought.
I tore myself away and went to the hose section. I found my size in a pair of
black seamed thigh highs and started back to the counter. On the way past I
couldn't help stop and stare again. I was so engrossed in the image and my
fantasies I never even saw her come up to me.
"May I help you"
It shocked me out of my other world, and I must have jumped a little. They
jiggled. I looked at her and she looked at me. I mean really looked. She saw
the jiggling boobs, the sliver of fishnet hose just visible above my shoes,
below my cuffs, and most of all, a very predominant bulge in my pants as a
result of what I had just been imagining. And she smiled. That knowing smile
reserved for those who know all. One look at me in that state and she had me
pegged. And the smile was to let me know that she did. I know I blushed, I
could feel it in my ears. I was caught!
She turned and looked at the display
"You like it? It would probably fit." My blush got deeper. I was probably
purple by now. "Come on we both know who those are for" she said pointing at
the packet in my hand. "Come lets ring you up, and I want to talk, okay?" What
could I say, I followed her to the counter.
Once at the front I leaned over the counter and avoiding her gaze put the
package down.
"No, stand up strait, let me look at you." It was almost an order. I did as
told and after a glance at my chest she looked directly into my eyes. Oh, that
look said so much. I sighed, she giggled.
"You do this a lot?" she asked.
"Only when I can. I'm visiting the city alone, away from family, just a little
thrill to pass the time." I replied.
"And those?" she asked glancing down again.
"Just a little dare, I wanted to spice things up a bit." That made her giggle
again.
"If you're alone, who dared you?" A natural question I guess.
"I did, I dare myself lots of things, keeps it from getting boring." I was
surprised how open I was being with this total stranger.
"You'd like to dare yourself into that I bet" she said pointing at the
mannequin. I blushed again. No answer was necessary.
"Would you like to earn it?" I must have looked stunned, she just winked and
continued. "Come on, we both know you're a little sissy boy slut. Out on a dare
to see what you get away with. Well, this time you got caught. I've seen you
here before. I wasn't sure, but I suspected. Now, well now we know. You like
dares. Well I have a dare for you, and this one is serious. If you accept it,
under my terms, and go through it all the way, the outfit's yours. And I'll
even through in a very special bonus. That's it. It's a dare. Are you slut
enough?"
Well, she had me. It was a dare. A nasty, sleazy, mysterious dare. And was I
slut enough? Most of the outfits I wore in private and the fantasies I had
while wearing them proved that point. It only took a second and looking strait
in the eye I said "You're on."
"I knew it! That look in your eye, that bulge in your pants, and you might just
do it. Oh, the girls are going to die. Are you sure?, really!, they won't be
easy on you! You'll be used and abused! Can you handle it?" She was so
excited I was taken aback. Finally she gave me a chance to reply.
"I can't turn down a dare, and from such a pretty lady, and with such a special
prize, how can I refuse." She liked the compliment, I could tell. I continued
"I can handle a lot of things, hell, I even get off on the humiliation aspect.
Give me your best shot, but you'd better be ready to pack that up." I said
pointing at the maid outfit of my dreams.
"Oh, not so fast little sissy boy. This won't be easy. And it's not me that
will be giving you the shots. Here's the deal. All you have to do is visit
three other shops in the mall. You have to remain in each for 1 hour regardless
of what they do to you. Then, you return here so that I can see the result of
those visits. If you return here, three hours from now, looking as I'm guessing
you will, then the outfit, and a special bonus offer is yours. Deal?"
Sounded pretty simple to me. After all what could happen here? A very open,
public mall. Your standard selection of Gap, Sears, etc. Nothing too risque.
This was a safe enough place to play, why not. After all, I had nothing to do
until my flight the following morning. "Okay, where do I start."
"First, we get you ready. Give me your jacket." She took it and hung it on a
hook behind the door. "Now lift your sweater." I looked around the store and
when my eyes came back to her she quipped "No sense being modest, compared to
what I expect you'll go through in the next few hours this is nothing, now up."
I lifted my sweater bunching it around my shoulders and she looked at my light
lace bra. With a scowl she had me turned around and checked the tag on the
strap. "This is a 40D, and with those little ..... oh, I see, didn't want to
show too much. Well, we'll fix that" She reached under the counter and pulled a
pair of hard silicon bust enhancers, much like I had back in my room. Slipping
those under the silicon forms my bra was now very full.
After I pulled down my sweater she had me check myself in a nearby mirror. The
sweater was bursting. They were big, heavy, bra busting tits. And in the light
bra I was wearing they jiggled and swayed with each little step. So much for
inconspicious, these hooters demanded attention. Before I could have hidden my
little twins with a slight slouch, especially with the jacket. But now, I
looked like a 1940's sweater girl.
As I stood there looking at them she filled in the details of my afternoon's
visits. Three stores where I was to ask for three specific people. Each in
turn. I was not to speak unless spoken to. I was not allowed to tell them
anything, as if I had any idea what I was to say. There was to be no rough
stuff, no sex, and no payoffs. She hinted the real fun would come later, but
first the hard part.
With that, she put my hose in one of those cute little pink VS bags and I was
sent on my way.
End of part 1.
It all started innocently enough. Well, not totally. I was being a bit naughty
but I had no idea how far it would go.
I've been cross dressing for years. I remember the days is college sneaking
into the women's dorm and stealing the odd pair of panties from the laundry
room. Even then I think I wanted to get caught. I also enjoyed the thrill of
visiting the local lingerie shop and buying a gift for my girl friend. She
coincidentally wore the same size as I. I always imagined that the sales girls
really knew what I was up to. It just grew from there.
I was in the city for a user's conference and had time on my hands come Friday
afternoon. I often wear lingerie under my business clothes when I'm at these
sort of functions, and this day was no exception. I had developed a nasty run
in my black thigh highs and decided to check out the local Victoria's Secret
store to replace them. I always find an excuse to enter that place, its just so
.... sexy.
I didn't want to be too conspicuous, but at the same time these trips are no fun
without a little dare. I'm always daring myself. Sort of my own little
imagined domme telling me what to do. This time I packed my bra. It had been
flat throughout the morning, but just before leaving the hotel I added my soft
silicon inserts. I chose not to include the fillers that fit the inside of the
cups and build the busty 40D look I prefer, but even without them I still had a
nice B cup that juggled in my light lace bra. The tight sweater and light
jacket I wore did little to hide my little twins. The dare was to unzip the
jacket and shop with the tight sweater and what they contained a little more
visible. There I was again, just wanting to get caught.
In this city the VS store was located in a large shopping mall on the outskirts
of town. I'd been there several times during previous conferences and business
trips. I took a taxi to the mall and just before entering I looked around to
ensure noone was looking and unzipped my jacket. I had to be true to myself,
this was a dare. Then, with shoulders back, back straight, I entered the mall.
I could feel them jiggling on my chest. What a slut!
Well, I wasn't really being that brazen. I had purposely asked to be dropped of
at the entrance I remembered being closest to the VS store. It was only a short
walk down an access hall and a little to the left and I was there. The mall was
near empty, noone was around to see me. I'd cheated them again, too bad.
Even when I entered the VS store noone was around. I made my way to the hosiery
bar to find the thigh highs. It was then I saw it. My undoing. The thing that
started it all. It was a bit out of place. Something you'd be more likely to
see in a Frederick's of Hollywood store. It was a simple display with a
mannequin dressed in a maid outfit, but it was the kind of outfit. It featured
a tight high collar with a large cutout in front to expose lots of cleavage.
Long tight sleeves with heavy frilly cuffs. It had lots of bows, belts, and
straps that secured, almost bound the wearer in the outfit. The skirt was way
too short and was stiff to stand out and expose a lacy thinly pantied rear. It
featured lots of white lace and tight black spandex that created a look only
appropriate for a sex slave. I loved it, it was me. "Oh, some day" I thought.
I tore myself away and went to the hose section. I found my size in a pair of
black seamed thigh highs and started back to the counter. On the way past I
couldn't help stop and stare again. I was so engrossed in the image and my
fantasies I never even saw her come up to me.
"May I help you"
It shocked me out of my other world, and I must have jumped a little. They
jiggled. I looked at her and she looked at me. I mean really looked. She saw
the jiggling boobs, the sliver of fishnet hose just visible above my shoes,
below my cuffs, and most of all, a very predominant bulge in my pants as a
result of what I had just been imagining. And she smiled. That knowing smile
reserved for those who know all. One look at me in that state and she had me
pegged. And the smile was to let me know that she did. I know I blushed, I
could feel it in my ears. I was caught!
She turned and looked at the display
"You like it? It would probably fit." My blush got deeper. I was probably
purple by now. "Come on we both know who those are for" she said pointing at
the packet in my hand. "Come lets ring you up, and I want to talk, okay?" What
could I say, I followed her to the counter.
Once at the front I leaned over the counter and avoiding her gaze put the
package down.
"No, stand up strait, let me look at you." It was almost an order. I did as
told and after a glance at my chest she looked directly into my eyes. Oh, that
look said so much. I sighed, she giggled.
"You do this a lot?" she asked.
"Only when I can. I'm visiting the city alone, away from family, just a little
thrill to pass the time." I replied.
"And those?" she asked glancing down again.
"Just a little dare, I wanted to spice things up a bit." That made her giggle
again.
"If you're alone, who dared you?" A natural question I guess.
"I did, I dare myself lots of things, keeps it from getting boring." I was
surprised how open I was being with this total stranger.
"You'd like to dare yourself into that I bet" she said pointing at the
mannequin. I blushed again. No answer was necessary.
"Would you like to earn it?" I must have looked stunned, she just winked and
continued. "Come on, we both know you're a little sissy boy slut. Out on a dare
to see what you get away with. Well, this time you got caught. I've seen you
here before. I wasn't sure, but I suspected. Now, well now we know. You like
dares. Well I have a dare for you, and this one is serious. If you accept it,
under my terms, and go through it all the way, the outfit's yours. And I'll
even through in a very special bonus. That's it. It's a dare. Are you slut
enough?"
Well, she had me. It was a dare. A nasty, sleazy, mysterious dare. And was I
slut enough? Most of the outfits I wore in private and the fantasies I had
while wearing them proved that point. It only took a second and looking strait
in the eye I said "You're on."
"I knew it! That look in your eye, that bulge in your pants, and you might just
do it. Oh, the girls are going to die. Are you sure?, really!, they won't be
easy on you! You'll be used and abused! Can you handle it?" She was so
excited I was taken aback. Finally she gave me a chance to reply.
"I can't turn down a dare, and from such a pretty lady, and with such a special
prize, how can I refuse." She liked the compliment, I could tell. I continued
"I can handle a lot of things, hell, I even get off on the humiliation aspect.
Give me your best shot, but you'd better be ready to pack that up." I said
pointing at the maid outfit of my dreams.
"Oh, not so fast little sissy boy. This won't be easy. And it's not me that
will be giving you the shots. Here's the deal. All you have to do is visit
three other shops in the mall. You have to remain in each for 1 hour regardless
of what they do to you. Then, you return here so that I can see the result of
those visits. If you return here, three hours from now, looking as I'm guessing
you will, then the outfit, and a special bonus offer is yours. Deal?"
Sounded pretty simple to me. After all what could happen here? A very open,
public mall. Your standard selection of Gap, Sears, etc. Nothing too risque.
This was a safe enough place to play, why not. After all, I had nothing to do
until my flight the following morning. "Okay, where do I start."
"First, we get you ready. Give me your jacket." She took it and hung it on a
hook behind the door. "Now lift your sweater." I looked around the store and
when my eyes came back to her she quipped "No sense being modest, compared to
what I expect you'll go through in the next few hours this is nothing, now up."
I lifted my sweater bunching it around my shoulders and she looked at my light
lace bra. With a scowl she had me turned around and checked the tag on the
strap. "This is a 40D, and with those little ..... oh, I see, didn't want to
show too much. Well, we'll fix that" She reached under the counter and pulled a
pair of hard silicon bust enhancers, much like I had back in my room. Slipping
those under the silicon forms my bra was now very full.
After I pulled down my sweater she had me check myself in a nearby mirror. The
sweater was bursting. They were big, heavy, bra busting tits. And in the light
bra I was wearing they jiggled and swayed with each little step. So much for
inconspicious, these hooters demanded attention. Before I could have hidden my
little twins with a slight slouch, especially with the jacket. But now, I
looked like a 1940's sweater girl.
As I stood there looking at them she filled in the details of my afternoon's
visits. Three stores where I was to ask for three specific people. Each in
turn. I was not to speak unless spoken to. I was not allowed to tell them
anything, as if I had any idea what I was to say. There was to be no rough
stuff, no sex, and no payoffs. She hinted the real fun would come later, but
first the hard part.
With that, she put my hose in one of those cute little pink VS bags and I was
sent on my way.
End of part 1.
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