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MY NEW LIFE. PART 2 BY D. RAMONE My New Life, a story by Dee Ramone © D. Ramone 2018 My New Life is an erotic novel by D. Ramone featuring themes of chastity and cross-dressing and descriptions of sexually explicit acts which those of a sensitive nature may find not to their tastes. It is not suitable for such readers nor for anyone considered a minor by the authorities in their country of residence. My New Life is entirely a work from Dee Ramone and any similarities to places or people, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The names of all individuals in this story have been changed to protect their identities. Author's note. Thank you all those that took the time to write reviews and leave their comments. They are always very much appreciated. And while I thank each and everyone that made those comments some of your suggestions are perhaps a little misplaced. I am sure that your fantasies bring you a great amount of enjoyment, as do ours, however, this is not a work of fiction and all events related in this story are as true as I, and my dear Lisa can remember them. It was, after all, at her urging that I began writing this story. And we have been overjoyed at the response we have received. We, therefore, hope that you enjoy reading this installment, just as much as we have enjoyed living it. I also feel it is best, it any new reader to this story, that they should begin at the beginning. I find it is the best place to start. My New Life, and how I came to accept it. Part 2. Around five thirty on Saturday morning I woke abruptly with one all mighty pain in my testicles. I didn't understand what was happening to me at first. In fact, I thought that Lisa, for some unknown reason, had just grabbed bits and given them a damn good twist. It was only when I reached down under the covers, that I felt the hard, plastic cage locked around my penis. I also realized the causation of my discomfort was an early morning erection and that the only way to relieve the pain was to get to the toilet and urinate sharpish. With one hand holding onto the chastity cage, pulling it back to take some of the pressure of my balls, I managed to slip quietly out of bed and then waddled like a drunken duck to the bathroom. I almost disgraced by trying to pee standing up. But in my defense, I was still three-quarters asleep. When finally, I came to my senses, I sat down and relieved myself while also two mental notes. One, that in future I should drink less at night, and two, also to sit while wearing the chastity cage. After using a little clean water to rinse the cage out, and drying myself as best I could, I returned to the bedroom. But it seemed that all my efforts not to disturb Lisa had been in vain. She was beginning to wake up, although still very sleepy, and looking around to see where I was. I apologized for waking her as soon as I returned. But then Lisa did that thing of hers that only makes me love her every time she does it. Lisa flipped the covers back, exposing her nakedness, and giving me a delightful view of her large, firm breast. She reached out with both arms fully extended. Then, slapping her fingers to her palms of both hands, while keeping her eyes closed, she purses her lips for a kiss. That is my signal to get back into bed and give her a cuddle. Every time she does that I love her more than I could ever find the words to express, and she does it every time we are together. I climbed back into bed and gently pressed my lips to hers. One of my arms went above her head, softly cradling it in my hand as I kissed her. While my other arm went around her waist as I allowed my hand to tenderly caress the top of her shapely buttock. I felt Lisa's buttock respond to my touch with a tiny wiggle of her hips as she let out a breathless sigh. For one brief moment she pulled her head back, tilting her face up at me as she gave a little smile. "I love when you wake me up with a kiss sweetheart," she said in a dreamy tone. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips passionately to mine. At the same time, her whole body seemed to lunge towards me, bringing her into even closer and a more intimate contact. Unfortunately, in doing so she managed to drive her hip into a certain plastic device and I gasped audibly as my hips pulled back in an involuntary, self-preserving fashion. Lisa's eye shot open as she pulled her head back and stared at me. Then her puzzled expression faded and was replaced by one of concern. "I'm sorry darling," she whispered. "I'd forgot you're all locked up down there. Did I hurt you?" "No more than the average kick in the stots," I hissed, rubbing my already tender parts. Then she did something I wouldn't have believed it of her, she laughed. I mean she really began to giggle at my discomfort. "Oh, I am sorry darling," she said, doing her best to suppress her giggling. "Here, let me make it all better." Lisa reached down and tenderly took hold of my somewhat tortured balls. She began to softly examine them, rolling them gently in her hand as she tried to soothe them. And what she did was soothing, to begin with, but, as she continued to stroke and caress my testicles, I began to get aroused so then my penis began to feel the pinching inside of its plastic prison. As Lisa's compassionate ministrations went on, I became more aroused and, the more aroused I got, the more it began to hurt. "Ah, poor dear," Lisa whispered. "Got yourself into a right old pickle down there. Haven't you?" "I suppose you could always take it off and kiss it better," I said hoping things would progress as I anticipated they might. But instead, Lisa stopped what she was doing. She pulled her hand away and even pulled herself away from me. Raising up onto one elbow she looked down at me, her expression incredibly serious as she looked directly into my eyes. "Let's get one thing understood mister," she said in the most assertive tone I had ever heard come from her. "You agreed to wear it for me and wear it you will. I say when it comes off, if it comes off, not you. So, let's be clear, from now on I control your cock, not you. You can use it to pee with, but that's all. And you don't get to ask for it to be unlocked. That is my prerogative, and mine alone." I was shocked, and not just by her words, which were astonishing in themselves, but I was truly shocked at her reaction. Yet, as I stared up at her, speechless and bewildered to know how to react, her expression softened slowly as she looked down at me and she once more became the Lisa I loved. "I sorry darling," she said again snuggling into me. "I didn't mean to get cross with you. And I understand this is all very new to you. But when you give somebody a wonderful gift like you freely gave me last night, you can't just ask for it back; that's cruel." Lisa stroked my face lovingly as she came and laid down beside me. She lifted my arm and snuggled herself against my body. I felt her lips lightly kiss my chest. As she embraced me, and while toying with the hair on my chest, Lisa began to explain. She was nearly whispering to begin with, almost as if she was talking to herself, and I was finding it hard to hear her. "You know David I really liked you from the first time we met," she said slowly. "No, that's not right. I think I loved you from the first time. I didn't really believe in love at first sight. I thought that was just something people made up. But then I met you and, well, I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I know we sort of got to know each other by email, but that's not the same as really meeting somebody and getting to know them properly." Lisa lay back on my arm then, so she was looking directly at me. "You know something funny. All the time I was getting to know you I really was telling myself that I should tell you everything. I mean wouldn't be fair to keep things hidden. The really important things I mean. I wanted to say something, you know, about how I am and how I like things with my lover. I really truly did. But I just couldn't think of a way to bring it up. Also, I didn't want to scare you off. I mean some men would run a mile if they knew me like you know me." Lisa was silent for a minute or so and, I was sure there was a tiny tear forming in her eye. "In a way David I am kind of glad you found the bag," she said after her long pause. "It sort of forced my hand, as it were. Once you'd seen what was inside you would either going to run for the hills or at least hear me out." Lisa suddenly raised herself you, kissed me, then settled back under my arm. "I'm glad you didn't run. It means you are willing to try and understand me. And I know that might be hard for you at times, no, I know it will be hard for you at times. But it's who I am." "Does it really mean that much to you? All that bondage and domination, and having me in chastity?" Lisa nodded her head. She brought her hand up and lightly stroked my cheek. "Yes, it does darling. Does that scare you?" she asked in a soft whisper, her voice trembling. "A little," I replied honestly. "Have you always like to be dominant, sexually?" "I never used to be. In fact, it had never occurred to me. I mean a good Catholic girl like me. Convent school, and all. But then my late husband begged and begged for me to try. He wanted me to dominate him full time. Wanted me to call him slave, and treat him like one, and for him to call me mistress; even in public. He was all into the fantasy of being tied up and groveling at the feet of my black thigh high leather boots. But like I told you yesterday, he was in love with the fantasy but he couldn't take the reality. I find it really odd but, it takes a strong man to be truly submissive. I suppose it's just a paradox about a BDSM lifestyle. Anyway, what he didn't realize was that he was opening Pandora's box. Once I got a taste of it, I wanted more of it: lots more. But not quite in the way he fantasized." I looked at Lisa closely. My head was spinning a little as I tried to figure out exactly what she was saying. I knew she was trying her best to explain to me what she wanted out of a relationship, out of our relationship. But something was stopping her. Perhaps she still feared that I was, at any moment, going to jump out of the bed, dress and keep driving till I was nothing but a memory. What I did know was that she would tell me everything, she just needed the time and the space to tell me in her own way. So, did you?" I asked quietly. "Tie him up while standing over him in your boot, I mean. You don't have to tell if you don't want to." For a long moment, Lisa didn't say anything. Rather she just lay, looking into my eyes and testing me see if it was safe to continue. "I did. In fact, I did quite a few times," Lisa admitted slowly. "I still have the boots. Plus the leather corset, knickers, and gloves that go with them. But, being honest, wearing towering heels like that absolutely kill your legs. That's what I mean about it being a man's fantasy. You all seem to love seeing a nicely turned leg propped up on towering heels. You wouldn't think it so sexy if you had to wear the heels." All I could do was give a little shrug. "I couldn't say. I've never worn high heels before." Something about what I had said appeared to cheer Lisa up a little. She got that endearing little smile on her lips that I loved, the one that just turns up the right side of her mouth. "Maybe you should," she teased with that wicked smile. "You've got not bad legs. I think they might look pretty good in heels." I laughed at that, but Lisa didn't. "No," I said staring at her. "You just teasing right? Right? You're not teasing, are you?" Lisa shook her head slowly. "Does that scare you?" she asked earnestly. "I don't know," I replied hesitantly, and then we were both silent for a long time. We talked for a couple of hours. Lisa trying her best to explain her feelings while, for the greater part, I just listened. Something I am told men don't do enough. As best as I understood her Lisa was a truly dominant person. She liked to be totally in control of a relationship and, when it came to sex, she knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. As she put it, Lisa didn't go much on calling each other mistress and slave, but she did want us to have a female lead relationship: and that meant in all aspects of our relationship. Lisa would decide all things. When we and how we had sex. What we did at home and who did what chore. Where we would eat when we went out and what movies or shows we went to see. She would take care of the bills; even though we would both contribute. She would even decide what clothes I should wear. My wardrobe leaving a lot to be desired, according to her. It seemed that she didn't much approve of my jeans and t-shirt default for all occasions. If, as Lisa explained it, I was able to live that type of lifestyle, she was sure we could have a wonderful life together. If not, well I really didn't want to think about the "if not". After talking for so long we were both feeling dry in the mouth and it was past breakfast time. Lisa told me to go and make us both a cup of tea, and to hurry up about it as she needed something else from me. She didn't have to ask twice. But, as I got out of bed and reached for my jeans, Lisa stopped me. "I want to see you naked darling," she said, that wicked smile curling the right side of her lips again. "Besides, nobody can see you up here." It was true that nobody would see me. Lisa's house was in a very rural area and set back from the road some three hundred meters. So, naked as the day I was born, and only a clear plastic tube to cover my modesty, I padded off downstairs to make the tea. When I returned it was to find Lisa cooing softly to herself with her eyes tight shut and one hand beneath the covers. She stopped what she had obviously been doing when she heard me come back into the bedroom; giggling like a naughty schoolgirl at being caught. And, after I handed her a cup of tea and got into bed beside her, Lisa took hold of my free hand and guided it down between her legs. "Just thinking about you walking about the house naked has got me all wet darling," she said, pressing my hand against her swollen, and clearly very aroused sex. "Be a sweetheart and take care of it while I drink my tea." What could I do? I had said I would try to live by her rules. I loved Lisa and would do anything for her, even submitting totally to her in all things. So, I did as she asked, or rather as I was told. I began to slowly, and very tenderly fondle her wet opening. My fingers traced lightly over the outside of her swollen pussy lips, teasing her open slightly as I gently stroked her. As I did this Lisa closed her eyes and lay back against the pillows, sighing sweetly as she took in several deep breaths. For several long minutes I did this, stroking her mound and outer lips while at the same time deliberately avoiding her clitoris or the inviting inner folds. After taking only a few sips of tea Lisa reached over and took my cup from me. She placed them both on her bedside table then, turning back to we kissed and, as our lips parted, Lisa took hold of my hair and ever so gently guided my head down between her thighs. I was greeted by the wonderful aroma arousal; a sweet musky fragrance that was Lisa's alone. But just as I had teased her with my fingers, I began to tease her with my tongue. I liked her outer lips, kissing them and nibbling on them which I knew she loved. I kissed her mound, licking it and blowing over the wetness made by my tongue. I saw tiny goosebumps raise on her delicate flesh and her a deep, lustful moan escape her throat. As I continued to blow softly I rested my chin on her sex, knowing that Lisa would not be able to resist from rocking her hips and rubbing her clitoris against my face. But, as she did, as she began to rock her hips up to meet my chin, I quickly pulled away and began lightly kissing her inner thighs. Lisa groaned loudly and slapped her bed with her hands as she balled her fists in frustration. She knew how to tease me, she had demonstrated that many times. And she could even tease me to distraction while I was locked in a chastity device. It seemed only fair that I should tease her; which I did willingly. Time and again I would kiss, nibble, lick and sometimes blow her vulva, mound and inner thighs. But all the while I avoided touching her clitoris. Above me, Lisa alternated between moaning sweetly and groaning in frustration. She must have known what I was doing, known it but enjoying it too much to stop me. It is a paradox of a BDSM lifestyle; one learns to love the fulfillment of frustration. And Lisa was loving every second of it. Several times, while I was softly kissing her outer lips, Lisa would suddenly raise her hips, lifting her sex and trying to bring her clitoris into contact with my lapping tongue. Yet each time she did that I managed to avoid giving her the contact she was then clearly demanding. Time and again she did it, and time and again I avoid her. And each time she failed Lisa would groan and whimper loudly. I eased my arms under her outstretched legs and, placing my hands on her thighs, I gently parted them even more. Lisa was fully exposed to me then. I could see how swollen and puffy her outer lips were; how they had darkened slightly as they became engorged with blood. She was positively soaking, her sex oozing wetness that had coated not only her sweet sex but also her inner thighs. Very lightly I pressed my fingers at her opening, parting her outer lips and exposing the deep red folds within. Lisa gasped in anticipation, raising her hips and tilting herself up toward me. But rather than penetrate Lisa with either tongue or finger, I lightly kissed her inner folds and then returned to kissing her thighs. That was too much for Lisa. She cried out in frustration, thumped her fists on the bed one last time, then reached down and grabbed hold of my hair. Non-too-gently Lisa took hold of me and thrust my face and mouth into her sex. She held me by the hair, holding me still as she tilted her hips to just the right angle. Then she forced my mouth down onto her sex as her legs clamped around my head. My tongue darted out, finding her clitoris at the first attempt. Seconds after finding my mark, Lisa's whole body tensed, her thigh squeezed my head, her stomach tightened, her upper body lifted off the bed and her head fell back. She began shaking, groaning loudly as I sucked her clitoris between my lips and flicked my tongue over the sensitive little bud. For a brief second Lisa fell back on the bed then, she suddenly tensed again, crying out loudly as her whole body balled itself around my lapping tongue. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever witnessed. Lisa's body went from tense to limp then back again. She cried out, screamed in fact as I darted my tongue deep between the hot folds of her sex. Her orgasm seemed to go on for an age and so deep inside of it was Lisa that she was unaware of just how tightly she was squeezing my head. In spite my own discomfort, and not just from the way Lisa was squeezing my head and neck, but also from the way the chastity device was squeezing my aroused cock, I kept lapping at her sex determined to keep her on the crest of her orgasm for as long as possible. How long her orgasm lasted, I couldn't be sure. But it seemed to go on for a long time. Perhaps she was having a sequence of multiple orgasms; smaller one but with each overlapping with the last. At the end Lisa was laid back on the bed, breathing deeply and whimpering almost. I really think it was at that point that I began to realize that perhaps I was submissive as Lisa had suspected I was. While Lisa had pushed me, albeit willingly, down to her sex to worship her. She hadn't told me to stop and it never occurred to do stop neither. I was between her legs, giving as much pleasure as I could, and it just felt like the right place for me to be. Finally, it was Lisa that brought things to an end. She again took hold of my hair, this time to gently raise my face so that I could look up at her as she looked down at me. "That was very nice darling," she cooed breathlessly. "But I would like to finish my tea now." As I sat beside her Lisa handed me my cup of by then nearly cold tea. She gave me a quick kiss saying, "Thank you for that. It's by far the best way to start the day." And with that, she drank her tea. But I noticed that, as we were drinking our tea in silence, Lisa kept giving me sideways glances. There was a curious expression on her face as she looked at me, and I didn't know what I had done or even if I had done something. In the end, I had to ask why she was looking at me like that. Lisa replied by giving me a passionate kiss. "It's because you did ask," she said smiling. "Ask what?" I replied. "You did ask to be released," she smiled. Lisa put her cup down then sat astride my hips, her very moist sex gently pressing down on my caged manhood. "Thank you for the tea," she said kissing me. "Thank you for worshiping at my love nest," she kissed me again. "And thank you for not asking to be released. And for accepting your position in our relationship." After that we showered together, dried each other off but, while Lisa put on a short dressing gown, she told me I had to go naked for the time being. But she did have something for me downstairs. That something turned out to be a short, white apron with a lacy edge. The apron only just covered my lower belly and groin. Barely enough to hide the chastity cage. And Lisa had tied it around my waist so that the tails of the bow constantly brushed against my naked bottom as I made breakfast. Lisa also delighted in watching me cook in that Naked state while she sat at the table and painted her nails. Even when I had finished cooking she said as how her nails weren't dry yet so I then had to feed her a spoonful at a time. But it was later when we were getting ready to go shopping that I hit a really big snag. I was going through the bag I had brought with me for the week when I realized I had forgotten my underwear. "Aar, bugger me," I groaned out loud. "If you really want me to sweetheart," Lisa giggled. "What? Err, no. Please try and be serious for one minute," gently admonished her. "I just realized I didn't bring any boxers with me. I must have been in such a hurry to get up here I forgot to pack them." "Good," Lisa smiled. "Never did like them baggy thing anyway," "They're comfortable," I protested. "They're ugly," Lisa replied. "Even so. I will just have to wear the same pair as yesterday till I can buy some more." "You will not. I'm not having you come out with me in those sweaty, stinky, smelly, and yes, ugly old boxers." "Well, I can't go commando." "You're right, you can't," Lisa agreed. "You will have to borrow some of mine for today." I was speechless and, even as I tried to form the words to protest, Lisa was already picking out a pair of her panties for me to wear. Lisa handed me a pair of full cut briefs. They were red in color and trimmed with delicate lace. "These should fit," she said lightly. "And they should also give your chastity a little support." I could only stare at her as she held the panties out in front of me. "Well come slow coach," Lisa said waving the panties at me. "Put them on you're wasting time." "I can't wear them," I said meekly. "What if somebody sees?" "Not planning on exposing yourself, are you?" Lisa teased. "Besides, if anybody sees your panties they will also see your chaste cock. So here, put them and stop being silly." Up until that point I had only ever worn boxer shorts, and perhaps y- fronts while at school, but these panties felt some much different. The material was softer, more elegant, and altogether more fragile. They seemed to caress my buttock in a featherlight embrace while also gently cupping my caged penis. They were also thrilling in two ways. Firstly, they were women's panties. I shouldn't be wearing them because it was just plain wrong. And secondly, they felt wonderful. From the very first second when I had stepped into them, felt how they effortlessly glided up my legs, until the smooth fabric hugged bottom and balls; it was a feeling of forbidden delight. "I think somebody likes their new panties," Lisa smirked. "Well they're not really "my panties"," I said huskily. My throat dry and my voice breaking. Lisa's lips began to curl on the right-hand side. "You just keep telling yourself that if it makes it easier for you sweetheart." She stepped back a moment telling me to turn around for her. I wanted to protest but, before I knew it, I was slowly turning around in front of her. Strangely, something deep inside of me wanted Lisa to approve. Don't ask me what or why. But I felt like I needed Lisa's approval. Then, when she had me stop with my back to her, and I heard her humming favorably, I was delighted. "I never realized before, but you really have a shapely bum," Lisa said truthfully. She stepped close behind me, stroking my bum briefly before giving me a playful little slap. "You could make a girl quite jealous. Now come on, get dressed." We went shopping, driving about fifteen miles from Lisa's house to a retail park. We went to a DIY store, of one those big chain outlets that sell everything. There were still a few odds and ends I needed to build Lisa's new wardrobes. But, as I was getting what I needed Lisa thought it would be a good time for verbal teasing. I was just getting some help from one of the store assistants when Lisa came boldly strolling up. "I think they have that rope you were after darling. You know the one, the soft type that won't cut into anything." I don't know if the assistant knew what she was getting at, or if it was the expression on my face, as I could actually feel my cheeks turning red. But the look he gave Lisa, then me, then his slow breaking smile as he looked back at her. "I'm sorry to interrupt," Lisa said blithely. "I'll let you two boys get back to your screws but, before I go, where do you keep your chain. Something strong and secure. That was what you said you needed wasn't it darling." The assistant glanced at me again, a broad smirk on his face that was impossible to hide. As for me, I just wished the ground would open up beneath. My cheeks were burning and my mouth was open as my jar just dropped in embarrassment. "Two aisles over that miss," he grinned. "I'm sure you'll find something very secure there." At that point, I just grabbed the screws and got out of there as fast as the checkout line allowed. But then when I got to the car it dawned on me that Lisa had the keys. I had to wait around until she deemed it fit to make her appearance. Finally, she came walking over to the car, no strike that, she came sashaying over to the car. "Get everything you needed?" Lisa asked brightly. She held up the large bag she was carrying. "I did." "Can we get out of here please," I begged. "Oh, David darling whatever is the rush," she smiled her crooked smile saying. "You know sweetheart you look so cute and helpless when you blush. I couldn't tell which was redder, your cheeks or your pantie." I nearly broke my neck looking round to see if there was anybody within earshot, and Lisa had hardly whispered her comment either. After that, as we drove to get the weekly shopping, Lisa only made matters worse by asking if everything was alright down there. To make sure that I understood what she was getting at she placed her hand on my crotch. I had to drive with her hand there as she began gently rubbing me through my slacks. As she rubbed me she began asking questions. Was the chastity too tight for me? Had anything gotten trapped? Were the panties giving me enough support? In fact, her questions were nothing more than an excuse to keep her hand there so she could tease me all the way to shops. Even when we had to stop at traffic lights her hand remained in place. At least once a passenger in a truck that stopped next to us must have been able to see what she was doing. Getting the groceries wasn't much better. Every chance Lisa got she would step in close to my side and place her hand on my bum. If that was not bad enough she would be talking away, comparing the benefits of this brand of beans over that one. While at the same moment as letting her fingertips trace the outline on my bottom of the panties I had on. After that, which I still don't know if it was an agony of ecstasy or an ecstasy of agony, Lisa told me that she wanted to pick up a few things from a shop her friend Molly owned. So, following Lisa's directions, I drove to a car park beside a small shopping mall. As we walked towards the mall I took Lisa's hand. Partly because I like holding hands with her, but partly to stop her feeling my bum every chance she got. I really should have known what was coming as we approached "Heart's Desires". Molly ran a stylish lingerie boutique on the main thoroughfare of the mall. The window display was of several dummies dressed in bra, panties and suspender belts on one side, with nightdresses and sleepwear on the other. Inside the place was packed with rack after rack of every type lingerie imaginable. But that was just the front of Molly's store. Toward the rear things went from more risqu?, to positively kicky. It went from sexy nurses and French maids to PVC, to rubber and finally heavy bondage gear. The moment Molly saw Lisa she came striding quickly toward us. "Lisa hen," Molly nearly shouted in her heavy Glaswegian accent. And Lisa and Molly hugged as they greeted each other. I figured Molly to be in her late forties, perhaps fifty at a push. She had a lovely round face that appeared to have a perpetual smile on it and she was attractive if, to my mind, a little heavy on the makeup. Her figure was curvy, leaning a tiny bit towards the plump side, but by no means fat. It turned out I was wrong. Molly was over sixty and had seen two husbands out of this veil of tears we call life. And, as she didn't just sell lingerie and heavy bondage gear, but actively tested all her wears personally. I could guess what had done for her two husbands. Still, at least they would have left with a smile on the faces. Lisa explained what she was looking for. Something for bed, a teddy or baby doll perhaps. And she wanted something in either white or ivory with a little lace trim but not too much. Molly said she had just the sort of thing Lisa was after but, when Molly went to show her what she had, Lisa put her hand up for me to stop. I would have to wait until later to see what she bought. While they looked through a rack that was slightly hidden from me I was left, a man standing alone, surrounded by the delicate lingerie conceivable. It crossed my mind that this was another of Lisa's little games to embarrass me. If it was, then it was working a treat. Several other women that were in the store gave me sidelong glances as they went to make their purchases. And each glance made me feel even more self-conscious than I had been when Lisa had left me there. My mind was wondering at that point, my feet nervously shuffling as I looked over the items in the store while trying look as if I wasn't looking. "See something you like hen," Molly said, surprising me out of my daydream. "Sorry, err, what?" I stammered. Molly nodded at the satin French maid's outfit I had been unconsciously looking at. "It's alright hen. Quite a few of our male clientele go for that sort of thing." I blushed a little, saying. "I can see why. I think Lisa would look stunning in something like that." Molly snorted a tiny laugh. "Ah hen, Lisa's a top. Surely you know that. Now, if it was for you I'm sure I can do you and Lisa a good deal." Again, I felt the flame flush in my cheeks, but Molly only smiled, thinking it was cute the way I blushed. "D'nee worry hen," Molly said softly, "I've seen everything in this shop so there's nothing to be ashamed of." Thankfully I saw Lisa coming to my rescue. At least I had hoped it was my rescue, but that hope would soon be dashed. "It's perfect Molly," Lisa said as she approached. She was hiding whatever it was she had found from me as she pasted it over to Molly. "I was just saying hen," Molly said to Lisa. "Your boy here was admiring the French maids set there. I'll do you a good deal on a full ensemble if both likes it." Lisa gave me a knowing smirk. She spoke to Molly but kept her eyes on me. "Very kind of you sweetie but not today. Later perhaps, we'll see how things go." Then, as she remembered, she turned to Molly adding. "I'll tell you what we do need dear. Do you have any of those multi-packs of panties left? You know, the brightly colored ones." "Just the bikini style," Molly replied. She then looked directly at me, making a point of lowering her eyes to my groin. "About a size ten I would say. D'nee want them too snug at the front d" we." O God, I thought, would this day ever end. The two women went off to get the panties, again leaving me to die of shame on my own. When they returned Lisa was carrying a discreetly sealed bag with the "Heart's Desire" logo on it. A bright pink bag with lettering that looked like lace. "Be a dear and carry this for me," Lisa said handing me the pink bag. They hugged again and, just as we were leaving, Molly asked. "Will we be seeing you both at our next little gathering?" Lisa looked at me, smiled her crooked smile, and said. "That is a very distinct possibility." If you like this story please let me know. Your comments are always very much appreciated. D.