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In the mall (sissy femdom story) Part 3Part 3Thankfully, it was not a long walk to the shoe store. I knew exactly were itwas, I had been there many times. Not to look a shoes either. One of the girlsthat works there, I think she may even be the manager, had the biggest set titsI’d seen in a long time. Although as I looked at the time I would have givenher some tough competition. And every time I saw her she was wearing tightsweaters. God, what a sight. She also had a habit of wearing light bras so theyswayed and jiggled. I had continual reminders that mine were doing the same,ouch! I’d gotten hard more than once in that store just watching her walk aroundhelping the other patrons. I’m sure I wasn’t the only man in there for somethingother than shoes.I had to keep my head down as I passed the food court. Not too busy yet, butlater it would be. Then I slipped into the shoe store without much notice. Kindof a funny place to send me. Rather vanilla place. Nothing wild here, justregular street wear. This should be no drama, after all what did she have towork with.I did notice one neat display in the window. Slightly spiked heals , notterrably high, but the laces. They had an interesting weave all the way up tothe knee. They seemed almost out of place in this kind of a store, but theylooked nice.As I stood there admiring the display someone came up behind me. It was her! Icouldn’t help focusing on that pair and letting out a little sigh. I guess I wasstaring a bit.”Excuse me, Can I help you”Then she saw the VS and as I lifted my face to reply, she gasped. “Oh shit,you’re not for real are you? Tell me this is a joke. She put you up to thisdidn’t she?””No actually I’m just doing as told. I don’t even know who you’re talking about”was my quick reply.”Well, this obviously isn’t your first stop, still game eh? Well, I’ll fix that,there’s no way she’s getting me!!” She asked one of the other girls there tomind the store and stay out of the back room. “Follow me”. Four big boobsbounced into the back room.”Look, let make this easy on both of us. I won’t lose so let me help you offwith the makeup and no harm done oaky?””I’ll still going through with the dare” I said a bit brazen”Okay, you asked for it slut!”She rummaged around a bit and came back with a pair of heels similar to the onesI was admiring in the window. She also had a big bag filled with black laces.”It all started when I found this. We were supposed to cut these into regularlace lengths as some sort of a sales saving. Screw that, they sat here formonths. One slow day I was bored and started playing. I saw you looking at thedisplay, you like?””Yes ma’am””Well, that’s just a start. I’ve been doing it for months. I’ve been practicingon this mannequin here and have even done a little self bondage play with it.I’ve gotten very good. I’ve tried to talk my boy friend into letting lace him upbut he’s not into it. So last chance, give?”Laced up under my clothes, that’s canlı bahis not so bad, what the hell “Try you’re best” IsmirkedI shouldn’t have put it that way. She looks at me and almost as if she read mymind she says “strip!”When she saw the little leather thong pouch I had on under my jeans she smiled”PERFECT!” She then took a big pair of scissors and preparing to cut my brandnew jeans into cut-offs asked again “give?”I just shrug my shoulders and smile.The cut was real nasty. She cut the legs into a V from the crotch to the bottomof the pocket front and back. Not much fabric left there. She then called to oneof the other girls in the front of the store and gave her what was left of myjeans. “Take this to Mary and have her put them in a commercial wash and hotdry. She’ll do it as a favour to me. ” Turning to me she said “work wearlaundry out back, should put a nice fray on those for us, now lets get to work Ionly have one hour””What’s in the bag” she asked.”Hose, stay-ups. That’s how this all started. Mine had a run and I went into VSto get a replacement””With nails like that it’s no wonder you had a run” she added.Looking at the hose I had on she seemed pleased that in was only a small rundown on the foot. “Just like a slut to go for seams” she chuckled.First came the shoes. Using the heavy scissors she cut off the regular anklestrap and dumps the laces out of the bag. It was a huge pile of thin braidedleather cord. Almost like a box chain necklace but black leather and they seemedmiles long. Routing around she found a small metal ring with four of the lacesattached. She slipped the ring over the heel, the heel over my foot and thenwith a look up and a wink starts lacing. Actually, it was more like a weave. AsI watched the tight weave come up one leg then the other to just below mycrotch. All the toughing and the occasional brush against her breasts had mevery excited. My little leather tng pouch was not doing a good job of hiding myexcitement. She liked that and patted the bulge a few times. The weave was verytight and when I moved even a little bit I could feel the laces tugging andpulling back at me. Nasty!Soon she had both legs covered to just below my crotch. She obviously had beendoing this a lot. She handled the very intricate weave very smoothly. Stoppingthere she sayed “now it gets interesting, it won’t be nice, are you sure?”A simple nod puts her back to work. She passed several of the laces inside mypouch not really caring what she touches. She lingered touching me there whichmade me even harder. She liked that. She was playing with me. The laces went inone side, across and around my balls and out the other. More up the back,between my cheeks, a few flips here, some loops, double back, passed the frontagain and finally all eight laces came out the top of my skimpy underwear andshe stops, stood, and grabbed two of the laces in each had and said “Now, thisis the fun part. When I lace myself I just use bahis siteleri slight little pull and get greatresults. Once I used a bigger tug and the result was wild! One a man, or even asissy like you I can only guess the effect, so give?” With that she wraps thelaces around her hands and made it obvious this was not going to be a gentlepull. My blush is all the answer she needs!When she pulled the whole weave reacted. The shoes were sucked onto my feet, thelacing on my legs get tighter if possible and the result up top is breathtaking, literaly! It felt like someone had just kicked me between the legs. Isucked in air as my balls were ripped apart and my ass was ripped open. Theweave on the back was spreading my cheeks so wide I can feel my ass hole open.My balls have been pulled down and apart so that each was pulled to the limitsof my pouch making a lump on each side. She grabbed one in each hand sueezedthem a little and smiles when I winch. Moving around back she slaps my spreadcheeks and giggles. Then she pushed a little bit of the back of my leather T barin my gapping ass “That should be fun to walk in. I knew it would do wild thingsto a man, no wonder by boyfriend won’t try it.” Smart boy!”Saying nothing more she picked up the laces and works a weave up my chest to myneck line. She enjoyed working about my breasts and stopped several times tofondle hers and mine in comparison. She didn’t know about the little secretinside the cups, but she did enjoy my winces when she played with my jugs. Shedid a beautiful job on enclosing them in the weave and I was almost thankful forthe extra support. She even added a couple of neat little knots and I had atight ring around each nipple.Then she took a collar off the mannequin and I noticed it has a series of littlerings around the bottom. It’s was a tight fit but not as bad as after she passedeach of the laces through the loops. She wrapped the laces around her hand againand I knew it was coming. This time it tightened from my balls, spreads mycheeks even farther, and now my nipples are almost poking through there littlerings like some sort of little cage. The normally flat front of the breast cupsnow featured very predominant nipples like a well endowed swimmer getting out ofcool pool.Finally, she separated the laces into two sets and worked down each arm to thewrist. A few loops and a little snip and she used a tiny pad lock to secure thelaces around my wrist. Every time she moved my arm I felt it in my balls. Shewatched as I tested the limits and chuckled when I winch a few times. ~!@Justthen a girl came in from the front caring a plastic laundry bag. She stoppeddead in her tracks when she saw me and laughed out load. She couldn’t evenspeak, she just left the bag on the desk and exited still laughing.”Okay, sissy. As you now realize you can’t leave the store like that, so howabout I just take these last 5 minutes and cut you free””May I have my jeans please” bahis şirketleri was my short reply.With a disgusted grunt she threw me the bag. I had a hell of a time putting themon. What with the nails, fighting the weave and the cutoffs themselves it wastough. The hot dryer had shrunk them. The material is cut so thin in front thatit did little more than fit between my balls and accentuate the two black orbsnow fully in view. On the back the cut just barely covered my T-backedunderwear. With all the fray blowing around it looked like something a stripperwould wear on stage in a sleazy leather bar.”Oops, a bit to too much off !” she smirks. “Sorry about that …… well??”holding the sissors in an offer of repreave.”May I have my sweater please” She threw me my top which almost covered mybottom and began to plead as I made ready to leave.”Oh you can’t. No self respecting man would walk out there like that. Come on ajokes a jokes. Don’t do this to me I can’t handle it. You have know idea whatshe will do to me. I’ll do anything. Here, how about….”Damn if she didn’t get down on her knees and rubbing throbbing cock licked herlips and offered me a blow job from heaven. I was tempted. What I didn’tunderstand is why she was so upset. I was the one laced up. God it was intense.Every step causes a reaction. I had to go through with it. Damn it was going tobe wild walking out there.Catching me at the door she made one last ditch effort. With a huff she grabbedthe heels and screwed off the short metal spikes. Rummaging through her desk shecame up with two phallic ends and screws them on in place. Now I walking in 4″penis heels! She also found a couple of small elastics, sort of like tiny bungycords. Walking behind me I felt her clip them to the weave between my shoulders.After clipping them in back top and bottom she said “Now reach very slowly andtry to touch yourself.”As I reached down the cords in back tighten and my balls started to pull. Alittle farther and it started to get painfull. I realized I couldn’t get within6” of my pouch.~!@ She smiled and took the key to the locks on my wrists andpulling my pouch aside tied it with a ribbon around my purple cock head. “You’llhave to find a very special friend to help you get out of this now” She wasright, I certainly wasn’t able to get the key.”It’s the same on the back” Sure enough, I tried to touch my very exposed assand the reaction was opposite but just as painfull. There was no way to coverthat, I was open season to anyone that wanted access to my privates. Now that’sa laugh, privates. I was a showcase of slutdom. I looked like some wild cheapstripper from a leather bar. And the shoes, the heels clicked with every stepcalling attention. Yup she had me, I couldn’t go out like this. I looked at thescissors, she smiled, and as she picked them up I walk out of the store.Behind me I heard “You bastard, you can’t, No way, she can’t win, I’ll get youfor this” All the yelling attracted a lot of attention and other girls in theshop literally gasp when they see me. I just couldn’t understand what was withthese girls, I was the humiliated one and they were pissed off at me. What wasgoing on?
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