The Mall
Part 3
Thankfully, it was not a long walk to the shoe store. I knew exactly were it
was, I had been there many times. Not to look a shoes either. One of the girls
that works there, I think she may even be the manager, had the biggest set tits
I'd seen in a long time. Although as I looked at the time I would have given
her some tough competition. And every time I saw her she was wearing tight
sweaters. God, what a sight. She also had a habit of wearing light bras so they
swayed 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 around
helping the other patrons. I'm sure I wasn't the only man in there for something
other than shoes.
I had to keep my head down as I passed the food court. Not too busy yet, but
later it would be. Then I slipped into the shoe store without much notice. Kind
of a funny place to send me. Rather vanilla place. Nothing wild here, just
regular street wear. This should be no drama, after all what did she have to
work with.
I did notice one neat display in the window. Slightly spiked heals , not
terrably high, but the laces. They had an interesting weave all the way up to
the knee. They seemed almost out of place in this kind of a store, but they
looked nice.
As I stood there admiring the display someone came up behind me. It was her! I
couldn't help focusing on that pair and letting out a little sigh. I guess I was
staring 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 this
didn'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 to
mind the store and stay out of the back room. "Follow me". Four big boobs
bounced into the back room.
"Look, let make this easy on both of us. I won't lose so let me help you off
with 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 ones
I 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 regular
lace lengths as some sort of a sales saving. Screw that, they sat here for
months. One slow day I was bored and started playing. I saw you looking at the
display, you like?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Well, that's just a start. I've been doing it for months. I've been practicing
on 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 up
but he's not into it. So last chance, give?"
Laced up under my clothes, that's not so bad, what the hell "Try you're best" I
smirked
I shouldn't have put it that way. She looks at me and almost as if she read my
mind 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 brand
new 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 bottom
of the pocket front and back. Not much fabric left there. She then called to one
of the other girls in the front of the store and gave her what was left of my
jeans. "Take this to Mary and have her put them in a commercial wash and hot
dry. She'll do it as a favour to me. " Turning to me she said "work wear
laundry out back, should put a nice fray on those for us, now lets get to work I
only 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 VS
to 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 run
down 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 ankle
strap and dumps the laces out of the bag. It was a huge pile of thin braided
leather cord. Almost like a box chain necklace but black leather and they seemed
miles long. Routing around she found a small metal ring with four of the laces
attached. She slipped the ring over the heel, the heel over my foot and then
with a look up and a wink starts lacing. Actually, it was more like a weave. As
I watched the tight weave come up one leg then the other to just below my
crotch. All the toughing and the occasional brush against her breasts had me
very excited. My little leather tng pouch was not doing a good job of hiding my
excitement. She liked that and patted the bulge a few times. The weave was very
tight and when I moved even a little bit I could feel the laces tugging and
pulling back at me. Nasty!
Soon she had both legs covered to just below my crotch. She obviously had been
doing this a lot. She handled the very intricate weave very smoothly. Stopping
there 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 my
pouch not really caring what she touches. She lingered touching me there which
made me even harder. She liked that. She was playing with me. The laces went in
one 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 front
again and finally all eight laces came out the top of my skimpy underwear and
she stops, stood, and grabbed two of the laces in each had and said "Now, this
is the fun part. When I lace myself I just use slight little pull and get great
results. Once I used a bigger tug and the result was wild! One a man, or even a
sissy like you I can only guess the effect, so give?" With that she wraps the
laces around her hands and made it obvious this was not going to be a gentle
pull. My blush is all the answer she needs!
When she pulled the whole weave reacted. The shoes were sucked onto my feet, the
lacing on my legs get tighter if possible and the result up top is breath
taking, literaly! It felt like someone had just kicked me between the legs. I
sucked in air as my balls were ripped apart and my ass was ripped open. The
weave 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 limits
of my pouch making a lump on each side. She grabbed one in each hand sueezed
them a little and smiles when I winch. Moving around back she slaps my spread
cheeks and giggles. Then she pushed a little bit of the back of my leather T bar
in my gapping ass "That should be fun to walk in. I knew it would do wild things
to 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 my
neck line. She enjoyed working about my breasts and stopped several times to
fondle hers and mine in comparison. She didn't know about the little secret
inside the cups, but she did enjoy my winces when she played with my jugs. She
did a beautiful job on enclosing them in the weave and I was almost thankful for
the extra support. She even added a couple of neat little knots and I had a
tight ring around each nipple.
Then she took a collar off the mannequin and I noticed it has a series of little
rings around the bottom. It's was a tight fit but not as bad as after she passed
each of the laces through the loops. She wrapped the laces around her hand again
and I knew it was coming. This time it tightened from my balls, spreads my
cheeks even farther, and now my nipples are almost poking through there little
rings like some sort of little cage. The normally flat front of the breast cups
now featured very predominant nipples like a well endowed swimmer getting out of
cool pool.
Finally, she separated the laces into two sets and worked down each arm to the
wrist. A few loops and a little snip and she used a tiny pad lock to secure the
laces around my wrist. Every time she moved my arm I felt it in my balls. She
watched as I tested the limits and chuckled when I winch a few times. ~!@Just
then a girl came in from the front caring a plastic laundry bag. She stopped
dead in her tracks when she saw me and laughed out load. She couldn't even
speak, 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 how
about I just take these last 5 minutes and cut you free"
"May I have my jeans please" was my short reply.
With a disgusted grunt she threw me the bag. I had a hell of a time putting them
on. What with the nails, fighting the weave and the cutoffs themselves it was
tough. The hot dryer had shrunk them. The material is cut so thin in front that
it did little more than fit between my balls and accentuate the two black orbs
now fully in view. On the back the cut just barely covered my T-backed
underwear. With all the fray blowing around it looked like something a stripper
would 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 my
bottom 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 a
jokes a jokes. Don't do this to me I can't handle it. You have know idea what
she 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 her
lips and offered me a blow job from heaven. I was tempted. What I didn't
understand 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 to
be wild walking out there.
Catching me at the door she made one last ditch effort. With a huff she grabbed
the heels and screwed off the short metal spikes. Rummaging through her desk she
came 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 bungy
cords. 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 and
try to touch yourself."
As I reached down the cords in back tighten and my balls started to pull. A
little farther and it started to get painfull. I realized I couldn't get within
6" of my pouch.~!@ She smiled and took the key to the locks on my wrists and
pulling my pouch aside tied it with a ribbon around my purple cock head. "You'll
have to find a very special friend to help you get out of this now" She was
right, 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 ass
and the reaction was opposite but just as painfull. There was no way to cover
that, I was open season to anyone that wanted access to my privates. Now that's
a laugh, privates. I was a showcase of slutdom. I looked like some wild cheap
stripper from a leather bar. And the shoes, the heels clicked with every step
calling attention. Yup she had me, I couldn't go out like this. I looked at the
scissors, 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 you
for this" All the yelling attracted a lot of attention and other girls in the
shop literally gasp when they see me. I just couldn't understand what was with
these girls, I was the humiliated one and they were pissed off at me. What was
going on?
More to follow
