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I awake to the buzzing of the alarm clock next to my bed. I quickly turn
it off and slide out from under the covers, hoping I didn't let it ring
long enough to wake her up. I stumble to the bathroom lift my blue, silk
nighty and pull down the matching panties to free my still hard cock.
While I'm waiting for my hard on to subside, I remember it's Sunday and
that means I need to go grocery shopping if I am to have any chance of
watching the football game. I finish up peeing, pull up my panties and
turn around to wash my hands. There on the mirror over the sink is a note
written in lipstick.
Shelby,
I have gone into town to do your grocery shopping for you. Don't worry I'm
still going to let you enjoy the game today but I think you need to be
dressed in proper attire to cheer on your team. I n the livingroom you
will find a big box, open it and put on the items inside in the order that
you come across them. I hope to be back by 11:00 A.M. so be standing at
the door ready for inspection when I get home.
Love Mistress Vickie
PS. Clean this mess off the mirror and it had better be streak free.
I looked at the clock on the wall it read five after nine I needed to get
moving. First I wiped away the message making sure I did a good job. Then
I ran to the livingroom to find a huge box wrapped in pink baby shower
paper that said "It's a girl." No, one can ever accuse Mistress Vickie of
not having a scents of humor. I tore off the paper and opened the box,
inside was a bunch of smaller boxes with a manilla envelope on top.
Undoing the little metal tabs on the envelope, I find a pair of black
seemed stockings with lace and elastic at the top. Slowly I pull them over
my blue painted toes and up my smooth-shaven legs, being careful not to
cause a run. In the next box there is a cheerleader uniform. The skirt is
black with white, silver, and blue in the pleats. I slipped it on and spun
around to watch it fly up like an parasol. The top has a white upper half
and the bottom is black, a single line of black is bordered by white and
then blue on ether side of a criss-crossing horizontal pattern that
separates the two colors. In the middle of the white part, right over the
built in bra that Mistress has thoughtfully filled with 34C silicone
breast forms, outlined in white and then black is a leaping lion in
Honolulu blue.
That's right, I 'm one of the long suffering Detroit Lions fans. Why I
don't just give up on this bunch of sad sack losers is beyond me, I think
it has to do with the fact that I'm a masochist and they certainly have
caused me enough pain over the years. Why else would someone stick with a
team that has only won one payoff game scents the 50's.
Once I have on the top, I do a jump kick so I can feel my boobs bounce up
and down. Then it's back to the boxes. Next I find a makeup bag filled
with all the things that I will need to become Shelby. I start by putting
on Mac foundation and setting it with powder, I don't have to use bread
cover as Mistress made me get electrolysis a few years ago. The dark red
lipstick is a brand I have never used before but it looks fantastic on me.
A picture is attacked to the eyeshadow case of exactly of how she want's
my eyes to look. There is no need to work on my eyebrows as they have been
plucked into a fine thin arc for so many years that the hair has stopped
growing back.
I remember the first time I asked Mistress if she would thin them for me,
she sat me down in a straight back chair and tied my hands behind me. She
then straddled me and sat down on my lap, making sure her breasts brushed
my face as they pasted. Taking the tweezers in hand she plucked the hairs
out one at a time for a few minutes and then picked up a mirror to show me
what they look like. When I started to whine that they weren't thin
enough, she calmly set down the mirror and picked the tweezers again. She
began pulling chunks of eyebrow out five and six hairs at a time. If I
yelped, it only seemed to bring a smile to her lovely crimson lips. By the
time she was done my eyes were watering, sweat was running down my
forehead and I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
There I don't think you'll have any problem telling the difference now
Shelby and nether will anyone else. I blinked the tears out of my eyes and
gazed into the mirror to see two vary red, swollen and extremely thin
eyebrows that had an obviously feminine arc to them. I tried to call in
sick for work the next day but Mistress wouldn't let me. If anyone asked,
I told them my eyes were puffy from allergies. I don't know if they
believed me or not but nobody pushed it too hard. When I told Mistress
about my little fib, she bent me over her knee and paddled my ass to a
nice shade of cherry red. I was told if anyone ever notices one of her
"works of art" I am to tell them because that's the way Mistress likes
them. I could use wife in place of Mistress if I liked but I was to tell
the truth.
Getting back to the story of last Sunday, I used the mirror in the
compacted to apply the Honolulu blue to the lower lid of each eye. From
there a light coat of silver extended up to my well-maintained eyebrows.
Next I take the dark charcoal gray and starting a third of the way in from
the outer edge of the lower lid I make a triangle up to the crease. I then
run a thin line of the same smokey color right down the crease to separate
the blue from the silver.
A set of very long and thick false eyelashes are then glued on and last
but not leased is the black liquid eyeliner. Two jewel boxes with a gold
necklace of a leaping lion with matching earrings came next. Then I pull a
shoulder length blond wig out of a box with a styrofoam head in it. I
carefully put it on making sure not to mess up my makeup. I know what is
in the next box before I even open it. In big bold red letters on the top
it reads Sexy Shoes.
Mistress is one of their best customers with close to a hundred pairs that
she owns and the two dozen or so she has bought for me. Every night when I
get home from work whether she makes me dress in full fem-mood or not I am
required to put on a pair of five inch heels and wear them until bedtime.
Opening this one excites me the most because of my many fetishes high-
heeled shoes is number one.
I slowly open the lid and peak at what's inside. There is a pair of six
inch patent leather heels warped in tissue paper. The strap that goes
across your toes is only 3/4" of an inch wide in the middle but it widens
to three inches by the time it reach's the sides. Another 3/4" inch strap
comes off the back of the heel that runs up to a 3" one that raps around
my ankle. That strap locks in place with a gold padlock and d-ring that
pushes thru one of the five slots in the it.
There's no keys in the box so I guess I won't be taking them off until
Mistress frees me. As I stand to retrieve the last box I almost fall
forward because the angle of the shoes is so severe. All of my other six
inch heels have inch and half platforms making them easier to walk in. The
final box has a set of three inch press-on nails in it and a small bottle
of glue. They are painted black with a decal of the same leaping lion
outlined in white that's on my uniform.
I walk to the bathroom teetering on my sky high heels to get a bottle of
fast drying clear nail polish. I leaned a long time ago if you apply two
coasts of clear polish first the press-on's will stay on during play time
but pop off much easier when you are done. It also helps with cleanup as
the glue is stuck to the polish and not your nails. When I had them all on
I held out my hands to admire the job. Nail art really isn't my cup of
tea, I usually go for a french manicure or one solid color in some shade
of red but in the sprite of things I thought my nails looked pretty good.
I had just finished picking up the mess I made in the livingroom when I
herd Mistress's white Escalade backing into the drive. The clicking of my
heels on the entry-way floor sent shivers down my spin. I was standing
there with my hands folded in front of me when Mistress Vickie opened the
door.
She smiled and said, "Shelby you look fantastic, you turn out looking
better then I could have hope for."
"Thank you Mistress I do try."
She walked around me looking me over from head to toe. Stopping behind me
she placed her hand up under my skirt and rubbed my smooth, soft butt
cheek in a circular motion. She leaned in and whispered in my left ear,
"No panties, I see you followed my instructions well. Now hurry along and
bring in the groceries, we have a lot to do before game time."
"But Mistress what if..." was about as far as I got before her hand came
down on my bare ass with SMACK! She hit me hard enough that I jumped
forward and almost fell on my face. If it weren't for the fact that she
garbed my balls with her right hand and put her left on my shoulder I
think I would have. Digging her perfectly french manicured nails hard into
my sack, she began scolding me.
"If I were you, I'd hurry up well, Josh's truck is still gone and before
the Sanders get home from church," she said. Beside I do you a favor by
going to the store this morning and now your giving me back talk? You know
how much I hate dealing with those pathetic losers. They ether stand there
staring at my tits and drooling on themselves or hit on me with one of
their lame pickup lines. I swear it's like they can't see this huge rock
on my hand, she said nodding to the diamond that I worked a second full
time job for two and a half years to pay for.
Now I have to admit I don't like when guys hit on Mistress but as far as
staring at her I can hardly blame them. She demands attention without
saying a word the minute she walks in a room. Standing five foot four on
tanned and toned legs that run up to a firm tight ass, a small waste gives
way to 36D breasts (I worked a second job to pay for those too). Her blond
hair is the color of the sun on a warm summer day and her eyes are such a
deep blue, you think you might fall in and drowned. A cute button nose set
above the soft full lips, that turn into a thousand watt smile when
something pleases her.
Just as I was taking the last two bags of groceries out of the Escalade I
heard a vehicle coming up the road. Slamming the hatchback shut, I ducked
down behind the SUV, which wasn't easy in those heels. Josh's truck went
past filled with firewood and turned into his drive. I moved around the
Escalade to the passenger side rear tire. Peeking thru the back window I
watched Josh jump out of his truck and run in the house.
A feeling of relief washed over me, now all I had to do was make it up ten
steps without falling and get inside. Grabbing the grocery bags I
negotiated the stairs as quickly as possible. When I reached the pouch, I
saw Mistress standing behind a locked storm-door, laughing so hard she had
tears running down her face. I pleaded with her to let me in. When she
regained her composure, she slid open the window and began to lecture me.
Now Shelby, is that any way to treat our neighbor? What would have
happened if Josh had caught you hiding from him? He might think you don't
like him and then I'd have to make you do something to show him that you
do, she scolded. Mistress has never had anyone else join in on our fun and
games but says if the right situation ever presents itself she wouldn't
hesitate.
When she finally let me in, I put things away and made us a salad for
lunch. After we ate, I did the dishes and took care of them. I went and
stood in front of Mistress waiting for her to look up from her book.
"I think I'm finished with everything. May I sit down and watch the pre-
game now?"
She closed her book, stood up and grabbed me by wrist. "Come with me
Shelby," she said, and led me down the stairs to the basement. The
treadmill that usually sat in front of the TV was moved over into the
corner of the room. There was a pair of blue and silver pom-poms on the
stand next to the television. She smiled picked them up and jumped around
doing a cheer. "I've got spirit, yes I do, I've got spirit, how 'bout
you?" she shouted, ending up pointing the pom-poms at me.
I answered back with the same cheer except I couldn't jump around in the
heels. Frowning Mistress shook her head and said, "Shelby, that'll never
do. We'll have to find a different way for you to root for your team."
She walked over and that's when I saw that the pom-poms had wrist cuffs
with D-rings on them. Attaching them to my wrists she then locked them to
the ropes that ran up and thru two pulleys in ceiling that were a little
more then shoulder width apart. She pulled them tight so that I was
standing with my arms above my head in a permanent state of cheering.
That's better she said and turned the TV onto the pre- game. I'll be back
before the kick-off she told me, then turned and went up stairs.
There was ten minutes until kick-off and even thought my shoulders ached
and my feet were killing me, at least I was going to see the game. I herd
the unmistakable sound of high-heels coming down the stairs, I turned to
see Mistresses lower legs come into view and she had on a pair of heels
that I had never seen before. They had five inch heels and a single thin
strap across the toes, spaghetti straps crossed just above her heel and
then criss-crossed all the way up her calf until they tied below the knee.
As the rest of her beautiful body comes into view, I saw that she had a
Baltimore Ravens number 52 jersey on. Her hair is twisted into a french-
brad that ran down to the middle of her back.. In her ears she was wearing
four inch hoop earrings in the main holes and has matching smaller ones
that decrease in size as they ascend the side of her ear. There are three
holes in the right earlobe and eight in the left. Her makeup is like
something off the cover of Cosmo or Vogue and done in various shades of
purple. Walking over to me she did a three hundred and sixty degree turn
and says.
"What do you think Shelby?"
"You look smok'n hot Mistress," I answered back, "I love your new shoes."
"I knew you'd like those Shelby, their Manolo Balnik's but what do you
think of the rest of my outfit? I thought it was only fair that scents
you'll be rooting for the Lions somebody in the house should cheer for the
Ravens. This official NFL crap is expensive though, between the jersey and
what the shoes cost me it was almost eight hundred dollars. I know I don't
have to have your approval or anything because your paycheck is direct
deposited into my checking account the minute you get it but I just
thought you should know what all your hard earned overtime is going for,"
she said with a wicked smile.
I knew you'd want me to have the shoes no matter what the price was but
doesn't it make you a little bit angry that your paying for stuff in
support of the other team. Even though deep down it did bother me, I
answered the way I knew she wonted to hear. "No Mistress, like you said
it's your money and whatever you choose to spend it on is none of my
business."
"That's a good girl Shelby, I might have to raise your allowance five
dollars a week ( I get a small allowance for gas and if I'm lucky I can
squeeze a couple of lunches out of it too)," she said as she patted my
cheek.
It was all most time for kick-off when Mistress stepped in front of me,
picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
"But Mistress you said if I dressed for the game that I could watch it," I
pleaded.
She spun around and glared at me, saying, "I said no such thing Shelby.
Maybe you didn't pay as close attention to my note as I though you did. If
you remember reading it right, it said that you could enjoy the game. I
would like to enjoy the game too but you know how much I hate watching
football with you, you're always yelling at the TV as if they can hear
you, you silly girl. I have homework for my collage classes, so I don't
need you making a bunch of noise. I think I have come up with a way we
both can enjoy the game."
She walked over to the TV stand, opened the drawer and pulled out a devise
I knew all to well. It's what Mistress likes to call the stockade and I
made it for her many years ago. The stockade is two 14"x4" pieces of wood,
the top piece has a inch and a half hole drilled into the center of it.
Connecting the two boards together are a hinge on one end and a latch on
the other and in the middle, right under the hole in the top board, there
is a 1/2"x3" crescent shaped relief cut into the edge of both boards. It
looked the same as the day I made it, accept now it was painted black with
the words SCORE BOARD in big white letters across the bottom.
"What do you think of my paint job?" she asked, as she lined up the head
of my cock with the hole in the top board.
"It's very nice," I winced, as she shoved hard trying to force it thru.
"Now Shelby, if you had better control over yourself this wouldn't be so
hard," she said, laughing at her own pun. Pinching down hard on the tip of
my cock she managed to pop the head to the other side of the board. As
Mistress tried to slide the stockade down my shaft my dick began to swell,
making the task at hand a lot more difficult. As her frustration began to
mount, she encircled the head of my cock with the thumb and forefinger of
her left hand. She than placed the palm of her other hand flat on the
board too the right of my dick with her thumb straddling it. As she pulled
with her left hand and pushed with her right, I let out yelp of pain. All
this seemed to do is make her try harder, until finely the stockade
slammed up against my legs with a THUD!
"There I knew I could do it if I tried hard enough," she said with a
smile.
She took her dark plum painted nails and ran them down the underside of my
dick. I purred like a kitten at her tough. Mistress always says it's
important to be very vocal so that your partner knows what you like.
"Oh Shelby your such a whore," she said with a lough.
Undoing the latch letting the bottom half of the stockade swing free
making my rock hard cock bounce up and down. She gives my ball sack the
same treatment with her long nails that she had given my cock. Then
roughly grabbing them in her fist she pulls out and up, closing the bottom
of the stockade as she does. It pinches the lose skin at the edge of the
relief and I howl out in pain.
"Shelby, you've had much worse then that over the years, quit being such a
big baby."
She roughly readjusts my sack, closes the stockade and locks it shut. My
balls now looked like the bulging eyes on one of those cartoon characters.
Going back to the draw she pulled out a wooden cooking spoon, turned
around and started to explain how her scoring system worked.
"Your right nut will represent one team and your left the other." Standing
in front of me again she gripped them in her right hand with her thumb
pressed hard against the handle. Putting pressure on the spoon end of it
with the index finger of her left hand in the other direction she lets go
and it smacks my right ball. It's not like this is the first time that
I've felt how much this treatment stings but it is still hard to prepare
yourself for the pain. Over the years she has used the spoon, a hairbrush,
her horse wipe and anything else her devious mind could come up with. One
of the worst, was when she would snap them with a piece of surgical
tubbing, I though I was going die.
"For every point a team scores I'll give you a flick on one of your balls.
Your right ball will represent one team and your left the other. I'll be
back to update you after every quarter," and with that she headed up the
steps.
"But Mistress how will I know which ball represents which team?" I asked.
"You're a smart girl I'm sure you'll figure it out," she called back down,
as I watched her tan legs disappear from view.
It seemed like the longest quart in history but finely I herd the clicking
of her heels coming down the steps.
"How you doing baby?"
"My arms, legs and feet are killing me," was my answer in a whiny voice.
"Oh come on Shelby, we still have three quarts to go, I think you'll be
alright. Now lets get you up to date on the score," she grinned.
My left ball didn't receive any blows but my right one sustained fourteen
sharp smacks, the pain shot thru me like a lightning bolt. I had a funny
feeling in the pit of my stomach as I hung there recovering. I didn't know
if it was from the score keeping or the bad feeling I had about the game.
After all the Ravens did have the number two defense in the league and the
Lions weren't known as a offensive powerhouse, so I couldn't imagine they
scored two touchdowns.
I'll be back at halftime with the next update. You hang in there until
then sweety, she said, again laughing at her own joke.
When she returned she gave my left ball ten flicks and acted like she was
going to go to town on the right one again. "FOOLED YA!" she giggled and
grabbed two of the four extra kitchen chairs that we keep down there and
put one either side of me. A third one was placed right in front of me and
Mistress sat down in it.
"Time for the halftime show," she said. Putting a foot on each chair at my
side she lifted up her jersey and started rubbing her nipples with the
palms of her hands. She began to moan softly and tilted her head back as
she moved on to pinching them with her long purple nails. As she worked
herself into a sexual daze, she slowly slide her right hand down across
her tight stomach and berried two fingers deep inside her cunt. The moans
became louder now as she through her head back even farther now the front
to legs of the chair came off the floor. I could tell for after so many
years of being together that she was about to cum, I just hoped she didn't
tip over and hurt herself. Her whole body stiffed and she let out a big
sigh as the legs of chair returned to the floor. Kicking the chairs at my
sides away before standing and grinding up against me, she took the two
fingers that had been in her pussy just moments ago and shoved them in my
mouth. Leaning in she whispers in my ear, "Janet Jackson got nothing on me
does she baby?"
I nodded a slight no because I didn't want to stop sucking the sweet
juices off her beautiful fingers. When she though I had done a throw
enough job she pulled them out and inspected them.
"Look Shelby, no lipstick! That's because you're wearing a new lip-stain
that takes eight hours to wear off. For your sake I hope it does because
it's really bright right now. You know what to say if anyone does notice
though, don't you?" winking as she asked.
"Half way there now Shelby and when their game is over, I'll tell you how
we're going to end ours."
In the third quarter I caught a break and only received seven blows to my
left nut. Then sometime after 4 P.M. EST I heard the now all too familiar
sound of the Manolo Balnik's coming down the steps. This time Mistress was
carrying a big Toys-R-Us bag which she set on top of the TV. Picking up
the spoon she said, "It's almost time for post game but first we need to
let you know the final score."
The spoon stung my left ball seven more times and then my poor aching
right one experienced fourteen swats. "Ok Shelby, so now you know the
final score is 35 to 17 but you still don't know who won. I'm going to
give you a couple of options on how to find that out. I love giving you
choices and watching you squirm when you get yourself it a bigger mess,"
she said with a sinister grin.
"Choice number one is I just tell you what the score is, let you down, we
go upstairs where you make me dinner and then cleanup. When you're done
you eat me out until I am throughly satisfied. Than you masterbate,
stopping before you ejaculate. When you go soft, I lock you into your
chastity belt and you'll have to wear it until next sundays game. Choice
number two is that you guess the winning team. If you are right I'll take
you upstairs, again you make dinner, cleanup and then we'll have regular
sex but if you are wrong I use my new 'toys' on you and leave you hang
here while I go out to dinner with Chris.
"So tell me Shelby are you feel'n lucky? Hah pussy are you?" she said in
her best Clint Eastwood impression.
Before I go on I should take a moment to explain the term 'regular sex' by
telling you about one of our recent sessions. I know a lot of dominant
mistress do not let their slave enter them at all but lucky for me
Mistress Vickie isn't one of them. She says it's her cock, she owns it,
why shouldn't she get to enjoy it. We start out with Mistress lying on her
back while I kneel between her legs. Taking my arms I hook the underside
of her knees with the inside of my elbows. As I enter her she grabs my
forearms and digs her nails deep into my flesh. I then fuck her too
multiple orgasms but I am not allowed to cum inside her. When she is
satisfied (I am usually at the point of collapse by than) I am made to
pull out and go get her favorite panties. They are made of black rubber
and have two replicas of my dick attached.
Mistress did a bust of my penis in one of her art classes and then sent
away to have the panties specially made. The cock that faces in goes into
her pussy and I think you can guess where the other one goes. She does let
me choose my favorite position which is on my back, at the edge of the
bed, with my high heels resting on her shoulders and her reaching around
my legs to play with my nipples. Gently she flicks them with her long red
nails, as she lines up the tip of the strap-on with my asshole. With one
swift push she pops the head into my ass, as I winch in pain. Pressing her
firm tits against my legs, she rams the faux me hard into my ass.
I howl at the shock of my ass-pussy being filled up with 9" of thick, hard
rubber. That's right baby you know I love it when your vocal, she coos,
pulling it almost out, only to plunge it back in up to the bass again. As
her rhythm increased her concern for the well being of my asshole
decreased. Pounding away on it she was almost in a animalistic state. Play
with yourself Shelby, she barked out, as her switched to pinching me
nipples now. I gladly grabbed a hold of my cock with my 3" crimson nails
and try to keep time with her. As Mistress approaches orgasm she finally
tells me I can release the hounds ( there's that since of humor again even
at climax). Both are bodies stiffen and I shoot my loud all over my
stomach. Mistress Vickie pushes my legs aside and collapses on top of me,
pinning my cock between us.
"Oh Shelby that was fantastic," she whispers. When she recovers she uses
two fingers to scope the sperm off my belly and feed it to me. Then
rolling on her back she tells me to lick the rest of it off her body. As I
concentrate an the task at hand, my nipples hurt and my asshole feels like
it's on fire but I am also the happiest girl in the world.
Now I not much of a betting man, so to speck. As a matter of fact I guess
looking at me hanging here in my cheerleader uniform, high-heels and
makeup you probable wouldn't think of me as a man at all. But despite the
fact that I love to dress in woman's cloth, my little head still rules my
big head just like every other man on the planet. That meant the thought
of going a weak without sex (no matter what form Mistress choose it in)
was out of the question. That left me to hope I picked the winner so I
wouldn't have to hang there for two or three more hours.
"So what's it going to be Shelby?" she asked, again grinding up against me
and lightly running her nails on the underside of my dick.
"I think the Lions won," I blurted out, praying I was right.
"Oh Shelby, are you ever going to give up on those losers?" she said in a
mocking tone. "Lucky for you even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now
and then."
She stopped tickling my cock, before giving it a squeeze and quickly
opening the lock to let the bottom half of the stockade swing free. The
relief I felt was short lived as blood rushed back to my testicles making
it feel like a swarm of bees were stinging them. I did a little dance in
my 6" heels making Mistress laugh. She told me I would have to get a lot
better if I was going to go clubbing with her. She undid the pom-pom cuffs
and I almost collapsed after 4 hours of hanging there. As she lead me
upstairs I asked her, "What was in the Toy-R-Us bag anyway?"
"Don't worry Shelby, it's a long season, I'm sure you'll find out sooner
or later."
A long season indeed.
To be continued
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