Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2_Disc2.iso/stories/vacsurp2.txt

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     CHAPTER TWO - THE MALL

     I couldn't believe it! Here I was, tied into my car seat,
dressed as a woman for all the world to see. And my wife was
driving me to the shopping mall to shop for clothes to complete
my wardrobe.
     After she stopped the car in the parking lot, she turned to
me and unlocked the collar, cuffs, and removed the gag from my
mouth. "Now, can I trust you to behave in here, or will I have to
really embarrass you? And by behave I mean do everything I say
without question." With a numb feeling in my stomach I said, "Yes
honey, I'll be good." "Wonderful, I know we're going to have a
marvelous time." With that, we got out of the car and walked into
the mall. The heels caused my hips to sway noticeably. She looked
at me with a grin and said, "My, aren't we calling attention to
ourselves" and laughed.
     "Our first stop is at the beauty parlor. We don't have that
much time so today we'll just touch up your makeup and do your
nails. Your hair can wait until tomorrow. I've already made an
appointment for you." We walked into the parlor, and she said,
"Hi, I called earlier for the 'special appointment' for Sheila
here." "Hello, I'm Cindy and everything is ready. Follow me
please," as she led us into a back room. "Please have a seat
here." I looked at the chair and then my wife with some
misgivings. "SIT DOWN, you heard the lady," my wife said and
shoved me into the chair. Before I could even recover, she pulled
two velcro lined straps out of her purse and quickly strapped my
arms to the armrests, rendering me completely helpless. "Now sit
there quietly, or I'll have to take further steps."
     The stylist was trying (not very hard) to cover a big smirk
on her face. "You may begin with her now. I don't think she'll
give any trouble. How long do you think this will take?" "For
what you requested, about an hour and a half." "Good, I'll be
back then. I want to do some shopping. If he gives you any
trouble, feel free to take whatever action you think is
appropriate." She then walked out of the store, leaving me alone
with the stylist.
     "You aren't going to cause me any trouble, are you?" I shook
my head no. "Too bad, I think I would enjoy disciplining and
humiliating you." That definitely made me decide not to resist
(As if I could have anyway). "Debbie here is going to do your
nails, and I will be giving you a light makeover. I will have to
make a separate appointment for your hair for tommorrow." She
began working on my face as Debbie began my nails.
     Sixty minutes later, she was still working on my face, and
Debbie was still working on my hands. "This is a LIGHT makeover?"
I wondered to my myself. How long does it take for a complete
job? I really didn't want to know. At that moment my wife walked
in with a shopping bag. "How are we coming? Oh, that looks just
darling." as she grinned at me. She then bent over and began
removing my shoes. "What are you doing honey?" I asked. "Oh, I
didn't think that those shoes were flattering enough so I dropped
into the Wild Pair to find you a prettier set. "I know your just
dying to wear them, but with that corset on I think you'd have an
impossible time trying to bend over to strap them on." That was
no understatement! I couldn't see what the shoes looked like from
the angle I was sitting in the chair, but I could tell they had a
much higher heel than the other set.
     "There!" said Cindy. "That about finishes you. How are you
coming, Debbie?" "Just a few minutes, to let the last coat dry
enough." After about five minutes, she said, "That about does it.
Let's stand up and have a look at you." My wife then removed the
velcro straps, freeing me from the chair. I stood up...and almost
fell down! I looked down at my shoes...they were a pair of cream
ankle straps with at least a 5 inch heel! I could barely stand in
them. It was amazing what a difference an inch and a half made. I
then looked in the mirror and almost didn't recognize myself. It
was a beautiful woman staring back back at me. The skin looked
perfectly smooth and the eyes were strikingly highlighted.
     I raised my hands to my face, not believing what I was
seeing and then noticed my nails. One inch long and a deep liquid
red. My wife smiled at me and said, "Don't they look lovely,
Sheila?" "Y..Yes, they're beautiful...I can't believe it." As she
paid Cindy and we turned to go, she said, "By the way, I asked
her to use a permanent set on they nails. You won't be able to
remove them." I looked down at my hands in shock! How could you
hide nails like that? What would I do at the end of the two
weeks? "Let's go, we've got plenty still to do." As we walked out
of the beauty parlor.
     "Now its time for some clothes shopping. With a gorgeous bod
like you have, we have to get you some 'hot' outfits to go with
them." Our first stop was "The Body Shop". My wife had me try on
countless outfits. She ended up picking out a short black leather
skirt with matching bustier and a white satin minidress with a
scooped neckline. Then she made me pay for the items with MY
American Express Card which had my real name on it. The sales
clerk gave me a shocked look and then a big smirk. My face turned
beet red from embarrassment.
     This continued for about 2 hours. I must have tried on 40
outfits and purchased at least a dozen. My ribs were killing me
from the constant pressure of the corset and my feet ached from
walking and standing in those incredible heels. "Here we go, one
last stop," my wife said as we turned into another boutique. "Why
don't you have a seat for a couple of minutes." She didn't have
to tell me twice. I sat in the chair she indicated, releived to
get a load off of my feet. I carefully smoothed my hemline as I
sat down (I had learned this lesson the hard way through some
embarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers). I was so
tired, I didn't know what store I was in, and really did not
care.
     One of the clerks came up behind me and said, "Just sit
steady now...." ZAP! There was an intense burning sensation in my
right ear. She held my head with one hand and said, "Just a few
seconds...Hold your head steady..." ZAP! In the other ear. She
then rubbed them with some alcohol and fiddled with each ear for
a few seconds. "There, that does it. You can get up now." I stood
up an looked in the mirror. She had pierced my ears and placed a
little gold ball in each of them. What would I do at the at the
end of two weeks? Those holes in my ears were not going away.
     "Okay, that finishes us here. Its time for us to go home and
get ready to go out tonight." With that, we walked back towards
the car (slowly, because I was forced to take such short steps in
these shoes). As we got into the car I turned and said, "Honey,
this is ridiculus. Look at my hands; I can't..."  SLAP!    She
slapped me right across the face. She immediately pulled out a
pair of handcuffs, put them on me, and secured them behind me to
the headrest, making me completely helpless. "I can see that you
need a lesson to show you that I mean business. Well, when I'm
finished with you, you're going to beg me to dress you up, take
you out, and make you look as pretty and sexy as possible. I know
that you've secretly dreamed about this. Well it's happening and
there is nothing you can do to stop it."
     "But Honey, don't you think that this is a
little....MMFFFPPHH!" as she popped the gag back in your mouth.
"What were you saying dear, I didn't catch that. Oh well, I guess
it wasn't very important." We pulled away from the mall with me
helpless in the passenger seat, thankful that the tinted windows
offered me a little protection from casual observation. As I
began to look around me I realized that this was not the way
home! Where was she taking me? She noticed me squirming and
looking around and said, "Don't know where we're going? Well, as
much as you deserve to be humiliated in public, we are only going
to another store where I have to make a pickup." Whew! what a
relief.
     A relief which quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped and I
looked at where we were. It was a shop entitled "Exotic Leather
Goods. "I need to pick up a few things to ensure that you learn
you lesson properly. Don't do anything naughty while I,m gone."
     So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any passers
by to see, trapped in a feminine appearance and clothing. Now
that we were stopped, the tinted windows didn't look nearly dark
enough. Suddenly, I saw a man approaching, walking towards the
car. He was casually looking at each of them as he passed by.
Would he notice me through the window? My heart was racing a mile
a minute. Just as it looked as if he would pass by the window, he
stopped and did a double take. HE SAW ME! He stood there looking
in the window for about a minute with a big grin on his face
while I tried to become invisible. Just about that time my wife
came up to the car with a bag in her hand.
     "Enjoying the view?" She casually asked the man. "Sure am
Honey." He replied with a leer. "Well this is my display model,
look but don't touch." With that she got in the car and drove us
away. As she drove us home, she said, "I was planning to take you
out for a nice dinner and dancing, but you are obviously not
ready to do that yet. So, instead I am going to teach you a
lesson in obediance tonight. When I am through with you, you will
beg me to dress you up in sexy outfits so you can show off."
Brother, was I in trouble. I was afraid to even think of what my
"lesson" would be. I was sure that it would not be pleasant.

          THE LESSON
     Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned over,
placed the collar around my neck again and connected my wrist
cuffs to the collar. After this she disconnected my hands from
the headrest, giving me no chance to get free. She then reached
into her bag, pulled out a leash, and connected it to the collar.
Getting her bag, my wife got out of the car and came around to my
door. I still could not move because I was still strapped in by
the seatbelt. She unhooked it and gave a tug on the leash. "Come
along now," as we walkked into the house.
     "Now the first thing we need to work on is this tendency of
yours to talk back and question everything I say. After all, I
can't keep that gag in your mouth all the time. Well, perhaps I
can at that." I shook my head violently "NO". "Well, you need to
show me about that." Having said that she pulled what looked like
a leather sleeve with some laces running down the length out of
the bag. She then walked out of the room for a few seconds and
returned with several pieces of rope. She then unlocked the wrist
cuffs and had me put my hands behind my back. She then secured
them with the hands facing.
     Next, she picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms,
securing it with some straps in front of my shoulder,
guaranteeing that it would not come off. Then she began
tightening the laces, straightening my arms and pulling my elbows
together until they were about 4 inches apart. This forced me to
pull my shoulders back and arch my back to accomodate the
position of my arms. My arms and shoulders bagan to ache almost
immediately.
     "My, aren't you the brazen slut." she laughed as she looked
at me. I had to admit that the way my back was arched, did throw
out my chest emphasizing my breasts. Next, she look a long length
of rope, tied it to a ring on the sleeve below my hands and ran
it to a hook it the ceiling. That ring! She had me put that in
the ceiling last week for a heavy planter. How long had she been
planting this? A tug on the rope brought me back to the present.
As she pulled in the rope, it forced me to bend at the waist as
my arms were raised behind me towards the ceiling. Tying the rope
off onto a doorknob, she commented, "There, that should keep you.
Comfy?"
     Hardly; I was still in those ridiculus heels and this
position forced all of my weight onto my toes, which were already
in agony. Adding to this, the bent over position made the corset
so tight that I was gasping for breath in tiny pants. I felt like
I was going to pass out.
     The next thing I know she is pulling my dress up over my
waist, exposing my pantied bottom. Then she pulled the panties
down around my ankles. "Are you ready for your first punishment?"
As she fumbled around in the bag. When I looked, she had pulled
out a leather paddle. There was no doubt what her intended target
was. Bound as I was, there was also not a single thing that I
could do about it.
     SMACK! As she connected right on my bare ass. "I think that
50 is about right for talking back to your mistress, don't you?"
     SMACK! She continued. After about 20, I lost all control and
was crying like a baby. Each stroke seemed to sting more than the
one before it. Finally, she reached 50. My entire behind felt
like it was on fire. She then pulled the panties up and pulled my
hem down again. "That was just your first punishment. I told you
that you would not forget this lesson. I'll be back in a little
while. I'm going to take a shower and rest a bit. My arms are
tired. Don't go anywhere." her arms were tired at my ass and
thigh's expense. I stood there, bent over, dreading the next
punishment, and wondering what it would be......

     To Be Continued.....
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