By Choice or by ForceChapter 2
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It had been a couple of months since his last visit and Harry Oyez was
looking forward to this one with anticipation as he drove up and parked
the car. He got out quickly and went up to the door and knocked.
"Ah pet, nice to see you again," she greeted him warmly. "Here let me
get a look at you. Strip!" Harry took everything off blushing ever so
slightly when he was down to his wife's panties that MzSuga had told him
to wear when they set up the meeting. "Here's a little cocktail for
you," she said handing him a tall glass of warm water. "Chug it!" He
drank it quickly but after stripping before her he got an uneasy feeling.
She poured him another from a pitcher and made him chug that also.
"I just wanted to get a look at you, now you can put these on," she
explained. She handed him a pair of beige thigh high stockings, which he
quickly pulled on. She then told him to get dressed again because they
had to go out instructing him to wear his own clothes (and his wife's
panties), except for his socks. When he was dressed his nervousness had
returned, along with urgency in his bladder. The latter had not been
helped by the two glasses of tepid water that she made him chug-a-lug
upon his arrival.
"Please Mistress, may I use the toilet?" he asked.
"I think you can wait" she responded, so they went out. She had him drive
and directed him to a nearby shopping center. They went into a retail
shoe store chain that sold shoes from boxes on racks. They went right to
the woman's size 12 section. She looked over the selection and picked up
a pair of T-strap sandals. "Try these on," she ordered.
He glanced around quickly noticing a few women who were not paying
attention to his shopping. He sat on the stool removing his loafers to
reveal his stockinged feet. Avoiding looking at anyone else, he tried on
the sandals.
"How do they feel?" she asked.
"OK," he responded.
"What?" she asked loudly.
"They are all right, Mistress," he answered.
"Walk around a little in them," she directed. He walked to the end of
the shelves and back. "Are they comfortable?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"The right size."
"Yes Mistress."
"Well they are not exactly what I had in mind," she explained. She moved
to the 11 1/2 size and pulled out another pair. "Try these," she
ordered.
Again, he sat on the stool changing one pair for the other. It was a
little more of a struggle to get these on. "How do they feel?" she asked.
"A little tight, Mistress," he responded.
"Not too tight are they?"
"Maybe not" he answered honestly.
"Try these," she said picking out a pair from the size 11 rack. He
struggled but was able to get his feet into them. "How are they?" she
asked.
"I think they are a little small," he explained.
"Are your toes curled up?" she asked.
He felt them and responded, "A little."
"Try walking," she directed, causing him to get up and walk to the end of
the rack again. This time he noticed another woman watching him, which
caused him to look away quickly. This whole shopping experience had made
him very nervous which increase the urgency of his bladder. "How do they
feel?" she asked.
"Not very comfortable" he acknowledged.
"Well, now that we have the size right we will have to work on the
style." She had him place the others back on the shelves while she
studied the size 11's. "They have a better selection in this size. We
girls always have to make little sacrifices for style. You will get used
to it," she explained.
She studied the styles and picked up a pair of black pumps with a 3"
heel. He noticed there were none with a higher heel. "Let's try these,"
she suggested. Again he removed his shoes and squeezed into the new
pair. "Walk around a little," she coached. He had no experience in heels
they felt even more uncomfortable. He walked awkwardly and uncomfortably
in the shoes, which squeezed his feet. "I think they will do," she
decided as he returned to her. "You can put yours back on now, if you
want," she added. He wasted no time returning them to the box and
slipping back into his own loafers. "OK pay for them and lets get
going," she told him walking out and leaving him alone in the store.
After he paid for them, she met him at the car in which they drove over
to another mall where they went to discount store where she selected a
white turtle neck cotton shirt and a long, olive corduroy jumper. While
she held it up against him to check the length, she didn't make him try
it on. Their last stop was at a wig store where she picked out a cheap
wig that was close to his hair color. Knowing what would be coming he
got an uneasy feeling. The feeling in his bladder didn't help either.
After he paid for the wig, they drove back to her house. As soon as they
were inside the door she made him strip down to his stockings.
"Please Mistress, May I use the toilet?" he asked. She told him that if
she did not have plans for his cock she would deny permission and make
him wear a diaper so he would not bother her. But since she did, she
would have to allow him to go. Of course the experience was supervised
so that when he did not start immediately when he got in front of the
toilet she began to harangue him about wasting her time by asking when he
didn't need to. This, of course, did not make him start any quicker and
he soon feared he would lose her permission when finally he began to pee.
Again she began haranguing him about hurrying up and finishing even
though he had no control over the situation. When the flow stopped and
he self-consciously began to shake the last drops out, she complained
again that he was not there to play with himself. Even though he felt
that he had not completely emptied his bladder, he followed her back to
the living room.
Back in the living room, she made him put on his new shoes. Then she
grabbed his wrists and handcuffed them behind his back. Next she
blindfolded him leaving him rather helpless. He jumped as he felt her
grab his sensitive but rapidly swelling cock. He felt her pulling and
squeezing it not fully comprehending what was taking place. Then he felt
his cock being pulled by something that she had attached to it. He had
never worn an Arabian cock harness before, so he did not know what it
felt like to be wearing one. She led him forward by the harness, causing
him to hurry along awkwardly since he was not used to the heels. She led
him into another room where she told him to step up. He had little
choice and did as she told him. He walked forward uneasily up a slight
incline. Then she stopped leading him but he felt his cock attached to
something keeping a pressure on it.
"Pet, you obviously need some practice walking in heels so get started,"
she told him. He heard a hum and felt a jerk as his feet started to move
back out from under him. Instinctively he stepped forward but as he
placed his foot down it too moved under him. He immediately realized he
was on a treadmill with his cock fastened to the front of it. Only by
walking forward could he keep it from being pulled. He quickly settled
into the pace. She had set it at the lowest speed but in the heels it
seemed plenty fast. He got a shock when he heard the door close.
"Mistress" he called out to be sure she had not left him alone. When he
got no answer he realized she had. He continued walking on since he
really had no choice. His walking in the heels was getting less awkward.
Suddenly a terrible thought struck him - what if he were to stumble. With
his hands cuffed behind him he could not catch himself and being alone
she could not help him or shut off the machine. He began to get really
nervous.
He continued walking, the pace not too fast but certainly steady. With
the three-inch heels walking was anything but comfortable. After a short
time - being blindfolded made him disoriented so that time became a
problem - his feet began to feel the effects of the undersized shoes with
the uncomfortably high heels.
The strange thing about being blindfolded is that in addition to not
being able to see it plays tricks on the mind. The ability to judge time
also becomes distorted. He was not sure if he had been walking for a
half hour, an hour or more. He did know from the way the undersized
shoes had begun to hurt his feet that it had been for a long time. He had
always had trouble breaking in new shoes. However, he had never had to
experience breaking in a pair of heels before. As a result, his never
too tough feet were beginning to blister. Walking soon became very
painful. He began to accommodate his gait but this only caused pain
elsewhere.
"Having a little trouble, Pet?" her voice asked. He had not heard her
return.
"Yes Mistress. My feet may be beginning to blister."
"That's too bad, Pet," she sympathized. "Let me check. You're almost
there. You will only need to walk a little farther. I just checked the
odometer. It won't be long."
"Please Mistress, I really can't go on," he pleaded.
"You'll be fine Pet," she allowed. Again he heard the door close.
His heart sank but he continued walking. He noticed that his gait was
beginning to develop a definite limp in an involuntary attempt to adjust
to the painful blisters. He continued on, indeed he had no other choice.
Fortunately it was not more than ten minutes later when he heard the door
open again.
She came in and checked the odometer. "Oh, pet you've gone a little
farther than necessary," she explained, turning off the machine.
Mercifully as it stopped he was able to simply stand still. While it
still hurt his blistered feet, at least they were not getting worse. She
released the cord that kept him attached by his cock to the machine and
led him back into the living room. She removed his blindfold and sat
down on the sofa. "Kneel here, pet," she instructed, pointing to a spot
at her feet.
Happy to be off his feet, if not out of the cramped heels, he knelt
before her. "Pet, my feet are kind of tired from our shopping and the
running around I've done today, why don't you massage them for me?" she
suggested.
Harry carefully removed her left shoe and began to massage her foot. He
received a stern look from MzSuga. He bent over and placed a gentle kiss
on top of her toes. She smiled "that's better, pet." He massaged one
foot then the other vigorously for the next fifteen minutes.
"Ah" she exclaimed with obvious pleasure as he did. As he kept up his
work, he was wishing that he could do the same for his own feet, which
were still squeezed into the tight fitting heels. "They feel much better
now pet," she said as she began wiggling her toes. "Pet, I would like
you to get me a nice soft pair of slippers. I think they would feel good
now," she advised.
Harry gave a, "Yes Ma'am," as he rose to fetch some slippers for her. On
his return he knelt before her again kissing her foot before gently
sliding it into the big soft shaggy slipper, then kissing it again.
After he repeated the process with the other foot, she sat back.
She looked at her watch, exclaiming that it was getting late and they had
not eaten. She told him to get his purchases then supervised him as he
put on the top and the jumper. She helped him with the wig and gave him
a quick make up job. She pronounced him "presentable enough to go out"
even though he had not seen himself in a mirror. "Since your voice is so
low, you had better not speak louder than a whisper," she counseled. She
had him fetch her a pair of comfortable flats. After he kissed her feet,
put them on her and kissed them again, they were ready to go out.
They went to a nearby TGI Fridays where they enjoyed a quiet and
uneventful meal. He had whispered to her his order which she ordered for
him from the waiter. Of course she changed it where she did not like
what he had selected. He could not help the uncomfortable feeling that
people were looking at him oddly and talking behind his back.
After he paid and they were on the way out, she told him to walk
straighter without limping from his blisters or he would do a few more
miles on the treadmill. In spite of the pain it caused he walked in an
improved gait to the car.
When they got home, she made him assist her in undressing, folding each
item as she took it off. He helped her into her nightgown, robe and
slippers, again paying particular attention to the latter. She then
allowed him to remove his heels and stockings for the first time.
"Oh, pet, those are some nasty blisters," she observed, seeing the red
spots where the outer skin had been scraped off. "Here, we will have to
do something about them". She left, returning with a bottle of alcohol
and some cotton cosmetic puffs. She soaked a puff with a liberal amount
of the alcohol and dabbed it on his blister. Harry screamed in pain as
it began to sting. "I know it hurts, pet, but it is good for you," she
allowed, dabbing it on another one. Harry was moaning as she re-soaked
the cotton before moving to another. After she treated them all, she
allowed him to fan them a little before making him put on a pair of
stockings and his nightgown which he would wear when they both got some
sleep.
Before they retired she said, "There is on more thing I have for you,
pet. Stand here, pull up your skirt, and bend over." Harry did as he
was told. She showed him a 5" long one inch round butt plug which was
flared at the bottom. "This will help get you ready for the surprise I
have for you tomorrow night." With that explanation, she lubricated it
and began to force it up his ass. When it was all the way in, she hooked
up some little chains to its base and attached them to a belt. Buckling
the belt around his waist, she told him that would keep it from being
forced out. While Harry had seen it, if he had not he would have
described it as more than twice that size from the way it felt.
She kissed Harry's cheek telling it was time for bed. Harry would sleep
on the floor under a blanket at the foot of her bed so that he would be
available if needed.
In the morning, taking off the stockings turned out to be a painful
experience as scabs had begun to form on the blisters. Nonetheless, she
would treat them with alcohol again, then cover them with "new skin"
before covering them with band-aids. This would allow him to get through
the day, most of which would be spent in a pair of canvas ballet
slippers. It would not be until evening that he was forced to return to
the undersized heels. Much to his relief, she also removed his butt plug
in the morning. Still he felt stretched out for most of the day.
The day was spent with Harry serving as MzSuga's maid. He arose a bout a
half hour before she awoke, cleaned himself up and shaved then dressed in
his jumper and top. He first served her breakfast in bed, then drew her
bath, assisting her by washing her back and drying her off. He got out
the clothes she directed then helped her dress. After he retrieved the
paper, she sat there reading it while he cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms
and vacuumed and dusted the rest of the house. Of course he made lunch
and dinner, cleaning up after each.
It was in the evening that he would receive his special treat. She was
taking him to the play party at the local BDSM club. While he cleaned up
from dinner, she put on a leather dress, fishnet stockings and knee high
boots. A cat hanging from a leather wristband completed her outfit.
She took him to the bedroom to get dressed (or un-dressed). For the
occasion, she had him put on black opaque thigh high stockings and a
black garter belt. Then he put on his new and painfully small heels.
She hooked him up with the Arabian cock harness and a collar. She tried
on a black leather complete head helmet that had eye and ear flaps as
well as a mouth zipper. She adjusted the two tubes that fit up his
nostrils, then took it off, explaining that he would not wear that until
he got to the club.
They went out to the hall where she put the helmet in her bag and got out
raincoat which ne put on. Then they walked out to the car. He was a
little nervous since his stocking covered legs and heels were obvious
below the bottom of the raincoat, but fortunately none of her neighbors
seemed to be watching. They got in the car and drove to the club.
At the club she took him to an entrance hall where she had him remove the
raincoat. She put on his helmet keeping the eyes covered but the ears
open. Then she cuffed his wrists behind him. "Wait here pet, I'm going
to put your coat and some stuff back in the car" she ordered. It was
really unnecessary since, blindfolded and without the ability to feel his
way, he was not going anywhere. He heard a few comments like "It looks
like an interesting night," while he waited for her return.
Once she got back she began to circulate around the club with Harry in
tow. She guided him by pulling on the lead attached to his cock. She
enjoyed a few drinks and chatted amiably while Harry just stood there.
He was actually thankful for the eye flaps being closed since it seemed
to detach him from the experience making him less embarrassed. At one
point he heard himself described as a new "trainee" and learned that he
would be "made available for use" later that evening.
At one point she seemed to walk him farther than usual. "OK pet, time to
go to work" she explained. She made him bend over attaching a short
strap from a D ring in the neck of his helmet to a ring three feet off
the floor. This would keep him bent over. She told him to spread his
legs further then he felt ankle straps being attached along with a
spreader bar. "Be a good slut, pet" she cautioned leaving him in his
vulnerable position. What he did not know was that he was one of three
subs in the same position under as sign reading "Rear Entrance".
He was only in that position for a few minutes when he felt something
touch is sensitive ass hole. He twitched, startled by the touch. Then
he felt something pressing against his resisting ass hole. Finally he
felt himself being impaled just like he had been with the butt plug.
This however did not stay all the way in but began to withdraw almost
immediately. Before it came all the way out it reversed and was thrust
back in. So Harry's first butt fucking of the evening, and his life
began. It continued for less than ten minutes when he heard a sigh from
whoever was inside him. All he felt after that was a quick withdrawal.
He would be happy to learn later that males were required to wear condoms
so that he was at least safe.
After about fifteen minutes he was used again. Something that would be
repeated so many times that evening that he lost count. One time someone
even pumped his cock as they pumped his ass. Unfortunately for Harry
they came first. He would learn later that a few Dommes with strap ons
had also used him in this manner.
Finally, he had no idea when since the blindfold had made him
disorientated, he heard her say, "OK pet your time here is up." He had
trouble standing after she removed the spreader bar and unfastened the
lead from his collar. He did know now that in addition to his sore feet,
something else would be tender for a while.
She complimented him, telling him, "You did well pet, I got a lot of
chips which I can use the next time I come back here." She seemed very
amused as she drove them home.
Harry would spend another night with her like the last, sans the butt
plug. In the morning she bid him farewell as he left to return to his
wife. As he drove home he kept thinking of the weekend he had just spent
as well as looking forward to and wondering what his next weekend with
Mistress held in store for him.
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