Discovering Melissa

by Melissa Losely

 

Part 1 – Losing an Argument

 

I don't know how the argument started, really. I meant my remark as a joke, just a laugh. We had been arguing a lot recently and this seemed to get worse far faster than I expected. We were talking about the differences between men and women and I made the point that men were stronger and faster. She said that women were smarter and more cunning and the disagreement got more heated.

I made the point that men had no choice but to go out and earn a living, whereas a women could just make herself look beautiful and lounge about all day at someone else's expense. She said that women did the same jobs better than men, but get paid less for their trouble. I said that they could never work as hard because they spent half the time in the toilet touching up their lipstick.

She said that men were basically lazy and couldn't maintain their appearance and function at the same time. What could be so hard about wearing a skirt, I asked. She argued that men were wimps and would never put up with the things that women put up with. I said that that was because men weren't stupid and that made her angry.

"Stupid, is it? Well men only think with their balls"

"I resent that remark"

She got up and came and sat next to me.

"Recite the seven times table, then" she challenged.

"Okay. One seven is seven, two sevens are fourteen, three sevens…"

Her hand slid up the inside of my thigh, nails dragging on the trouser cloth until she reached my groin.

"Five sevens are……..thirty-five, err… six sevens. Six sevens are…." Her hand was massaging the swelling lump in my pants.

"You're distracting me. That's not fair."

"Keep going." She breathed warmly into my ear.

"Six sevens are… forty…..two. Err, seven sevens are…..are…" I reached down to pull her hand away, but she caught my wrist and pushed it around behind me, meanwhile rubbing up and down slowly in my groin.

"Come on, seven sevens are?"

"Seven sevens are…forty-nine, eight sevens….."

Her hand slid up my groin and pushed my other hand around behind me, holding my two thumbs together. She returned the other hand to my groin.

"Eight sevens are fifty….fifty…."

She reached up with her free hand and pulled the length of blue ribbon loose, letting her hair fall forward and breathed close and warmly along my neck.

"Eight sevens are fifty what?"

"Fifty……"

She moved her free hand around and pulled my shirt out of my trousers, smoothing her warm hand along the bare skin across my back. Then I felt her adjust her grip on my thumbs and something tightened around them. I felt her tug at it and then release. There was something tight around my thumbs and I couldn't pull free. She had tied my thumbs together.

"Hey" Let me loose!"

"Well, if you're so strong, you can get yourself free can't you."

"When I get free, I'll…." I struggled to free my thumbs, but only succeeded in tightening the knot.

"You'll what?" She stood up. "Punish me? Use your superior strength and speed to injure a poor defenceless girl? I don't think so." She deftly undid the belt on my trousers and pulled it free. Then she slipped the button on my trousers and unzipped the fly.

"I don't think you are in a position to be threatening anyone, do you?" She pushed me backwards and pulled my trousers down around my ankles. Then she got up and left the room, leaving me to struggle upright again. I leaned forward, trying to ease a thumb loose. In truth, I didn't know what I would do if I got free, but I wasn't ready to admit defeat.

"Still struggling? So much for men's superiority." She stood in the doorway.

"You've made your point." I admitted.

"Here, let me help you up." She walked forward and helped me stand, by trousers falling around my ankles. I turned around expecting her to untie me. Instead a black band slipped over my head and over my eyes.

"Hey, I can't see!"

"That was the idea, silly. I'm just demonstrating that using only a ribbon, a hair-band and my female cunning I can make you totally helpless."

"I said you'd made your point, didn't I?"

"So you're ready to admit you were wrong and that women are inherently superior, to humbly apologise for saying that women are stupid."

"Well, yes, I didn't mean to say that, obviously."

"I don't think it is obvious actually. I think you should beg forgiveness for your arrogant attitude."

"Beg forgiveness?"

"Yep. And humbly apologise."

"But you said hurtful things too." I protested.

"Possibly, but I'm not the one with his thumbs tied together." I could hear her walking around me as I stood in darkness.

"Anyway, I'm not really sure what I'm apologising for, exactly."

"Well, how about saying that all the trouble and effort that women go to is stupid"

"Well, stupid is the wrong word. What I meant is that women get to play around with make-up and clothes, while men are out there working."

"And make-up and clothes is fun, is it?"

"Well, it's not hard work, is it?"

"So you don't like the way women look?"

"Oh, I do. I do." This was like walking over quicksand.

"And you don't think that women's clothes look good? That they're sexy?"

"I do, honestly."

"So let me summarise. You think women's clothes are sexy and look good, and that make-up and clothes are fun, is that right?"

"Well, yes. I suppose so."

"Okay then."

"So you'll let me go now."

"In a while, but not yet. I think you have some lessons to learn yet."

"Like what?"

"Like when you are tied and helpless is not the time to start mouthing off about what you do or don't think about the gender of the person who has you at their mercy. It's the time to apologise and beg forgiveness. I've given you three opportunities to do that and you haven't taken any of them. I think that's pretty reasonable, don't you?"

"But you just agreed that make-up and stuff are just fun, didn't you?"

"We'll see." Something cold pressed against my wrists and there was a ratchet sound. My heart sank.

"What's that?"

"That would be the handcuffs that you kept in your bottom drawer that you thought I didn't know about. Planning a few kinky games were we?" I felt the pressure loosen on my thumbs as she loosened the ribbon.

"No." I denied. "They were just in case you fancied experimenting." I blushed.

"I am experimenting." She cooed into my ear.

I tugged on the handcuffs, but they were well secured. I was pretty sure that anyone wearing them couldn't get out of them without help. That had been the idea, though I hadn't expected it to be me that was wearing them.

Her hands slid around my waist and eased my underpants down below my knees. My prick was semi-hard at her cool touch. She moved around and one hand slid around my rapidly hardening member.

"Want to try for seven times again?" She squeezed and I gasped as she pushed my stiffening prick downwards. I automatically bent my knees to compensate. She laughed and slid her other hand underneath, I felt a soft fluttering sensation around my balls and then a little tug. She had tied the ribbon around my balls.

"Now, being a mere women I am not good at knots," she explained, "so I'd be very careful that this knot doesn't slip, as it may end up too tight for comfort."

She was behind me now and her hand slipped between my legs and pulled the free end of the ribbon back and up between my cheeks. There was a clink of the chain and then the cuffs were pulled down as she tied the ribbon to the cuffs. I was encouraged to cooperate as the ribbon tightened around my balls, pulling them back. She tugged my arms experimentally, getting a gasp from me.

"That's tight enough I think."

"Is that strictly necessary?"

"Necessary? No, but it adds to the fun. Now why don't you sit down for a moment?" She pushed gently and I stumbled backwards into an armchair, hampered by my trousers and pants and sitting awkwardly as I struggled to keep the ribbon from pulling. Before I could recover myself, she had my shoes off and my socks removed and was pulling my trousers and pants off.

"Hey! I could have injured myself, then"

"Ah, but you didn't, did you?" The pants were gone and I heard her leave the room for a moment.

I managed to get my feet under me and pushed myself into a better position on the chair without pulling on the ribbon. I leaned over onto my side to try to move the band covering my eyes, so I could see, but the ribbon made it very difficult to move my arms without tugging at it.

I had just about succeeded in getting my head near to the back of the seat when she returned.

"Ah, starting to get creative are we?" She held my shoulders and lifted me upright again. I heard her pull the footstool across and a second later felt her lift my ankles up onto the stool. This puzzled me, but after a moment I felt her pull something over my foot and around my ankle, like a sock. Then there was the same sensation with the other foot. It felt odd, somehow. She finished by hooking something around my feet and onto my ankles.

The next thing I knew, she removed the footstool and was pulling me to my feet again. Standing was much harder, as each time I leaned forward the ribbon tugged mercilessly. I hoped the knot wasn't slipping. I finally stood upright and she began undoing my shirt buttons, pulling it off my shoulders and down my arms as she finished.

"Are you having fun?" I asked, sarcastically.

Her hands slipped around my neck and pulled me towards her. Her lips pressed against mine and she kissed me long and hard, pressing her groin against mine.

"Are you having fun?" She inquired. My prick was suddenly erect against her and it was clear that she had raised a reaction.

She pulled me to her again, working her lips and her body against mine. The sense of helplessness and the darkness made it more erotic somehow. I was breathing hard when she let me go. Her hand slipped lower and wrapped around my member, just holding it.

"Someone is enjoying themselves." She breathed huskily. I moaned as she squeezed slightly and then let go.

"You have my lipstick all over your lips," she said. "Here, let me wipe it for you."

I held still while she wiped over my lips with her finger..

"Hmmm. It doesn't come off easily, does it? Let me try again." She wiped them again and pronounced herself satisfied. I licked my lips, noting that they still tasted of her lipstick even after she had wiped them.

She let go of me and stepped away again, leaving my prick pulsing slightly as I stood. I could hear her moving about, but couldn't tell where she was. When she returned, it was to press something against my middle and wrap it around me. It felt cool, but soon warmed as she passed it around my middle. She stretched and pulled it together at the back and it caught and stayed there around my waist.

"What are you doing now?" I asked.

She was behind me now and was pulling the wrapping in further underneath my arms, causing me to wince as the ribbon tugged. It tightened like a belt, up my waist to my chest. She finished pulling and moved around in front again, tugging it upwards.

"What is that?" I was beginning to suspect that I already knew.

"Just having a little fun, that's all."

"It's your basque, isn't it? What are you up to?"

There was no answer, but I felt her pull the shoulder straps over each shoulder and attach them, adjusting the tension as she did so. Then her fingers were against my ankles and I felt her draw something up over my legs. I knew now what she was up to.

"You're putting your underwear on me. Those are stockings. What are you playing at?"

"Well you're the one who said that women's clothes are sexy," she stated, "so I thought you'd like to wear some."

I felt her attaching the stocking to the front and back suspenders on the basque and moved on to the other leg.

"I didn't mean I thought they were sexy on me! I meant on you. On women."

"Your problem is that you say things before you think." She drew the other stocking up and I felt the pull of the suspenders as she attached them.

"You keep saying things that you say you don't mean and I don't know what to believe." She pulled something up my legs and over the stockings to my groin. They must have been panties because she settled them around my waist, leaving my semi-flaccid prick protruding.

"Hmmm. We need some finishing touches, I think." I heard her leave the room again and wondered what she had gone to get. I tried to feel where the suspenders were at the back, but found I could only just touch the straps as the ribbon was wedged between the cheeks of my bum.

She returned and I could hear her fiddling with something. Then she held my ear and pressed something onto it. When she let go, I could feel something cold and heavy attached to my ear lobe. She moved around and repeated her action on the other side.

"There. How's that?" He enquiry was clearly humorous.

"How's what?"

"Your new ear-rings, darling"

I shook my head experimentally. They were clip-on ones as I didn't have pierced ears, but they didn't move, even when I shook my head quite violently.

"Excellent."

There was a pause while she moved around and then suddenly it was light. She removed the hair band from around my eyes and I could see again. She stood back, admiring her work. I looked down, seeing the black and red lace of the basque around my waist and moved my leg to reveal black stockings on my legs.

There was a flash. I looked up to see her pointing the digital camera at me.

"Smile darling." Another flash.

"Stop that!" I protested.

There was one more flash. She fiddled with the camera and enabled the display on the back, turning it for me to see. The picture of me in her underwear showed in the display. You couldn't see my hands and it looked like I was posing. I was surprised to see that I had bright red lips. I licked them, trying to taste the colour, but it was as before. I understood then that when she told me she was wiping her lipstick off, she had been wiping more lipstick on.

"Oh God! I look terrible. This is so embarrassing."

"Well, it is more Rocky Horror than Page Three, but we can improve on it later."

"What do you mean later? I think you'd better let me go now."

She stepped closer in, running her hands down my chest and into my groin. One hand cupped my tethered balls while the other wrapped around my prick. It swelled rapidly.

"Oh, but darling. Aren't you having fun playing with make-up and clothes? Isn't this what you said you wanted?"

"No. Now let me go." I tried to move away from her, but she tightened her hold on my balls.

"I don't think you are in a position to make demands, sweetheart. I think you'd better do what you are told." She squeezed harder, eliciting a gasp from me.

"Okay, okay. Anything you want." I agreed. She eased off and began slowly massaging my prick, sliding her hand up and down.

"Isn't that nicer?"

"Well, yes but I think you'd better stop soon." She slid back my foreskin and my breath was getting shorter.

"Okay." She let go and stepped back, picking up the camera again and taking another shot, this time with my erect penis sticking out of my panties.

"That should do nicely." She put the camera down and picked up the hair band. I was helpless to stop her as she slipped it over my eyes again.

She left the room and I was alone again. My penis was still throbbing from the attention she had given it, but I was more worried about the pictures. From the doorway I could hear feint noises as she moved around. After a while I heard the sound of the computer logging on. What was she up to?

The sounds continued for a while as I stood there. Then she came back in and removed the blindfold again.

"Just so you know where we stand, I have emailed those pictures to a friend of mine, so there is already one other person that knows about your little dressing up games." She smiled wickedly.

"Oh! How could you?"

"Shut up! Right. I am in charge now. You should know that if I don't ring her at a pre-arranged time with a password then she is under instructions to send them to the receptionist at your office and the girls in the post room. I'm sure the office rumour mill will do the rest. Okay?"

I was shocked.

"Understand?" She demanded.

"Yes." I conceded.

"Yes Mistress, I think." She replied archly.

"Yes Mistress." She had me and she knew it.

"Good. Don't forget it. Now I will have your apology for your arrogant and insensitive remarks earlier." She waited.

I guessed I'd better make this good to have any chance of getting free again.

"I apologise for all my remarks earlier and realise that you are the superior gender." I said. "Your cunning and intelligence has completely overcome any strength or speed advantage and I am sorry if I upset you with my arrogant attitude." I waited for her reaction.

"There. That wasn't so bad, was it? If you had apologised like that in the first place you wouldn't be where you are now."

"Yes, Mistress." I thought for a moment that I had laid it on too thick, but she just smiled.

"Your apology has granted you a temporary reprieve, but I still don't think you understand the effort and trouble that goes into looking good. You seem to think that it's all just play and fun. You enjoy the benefits without any of the effort. I intend to make sure that you appreciate all the trouble I go to."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see." She moved around behind me and tugged at the ribbon, loosening the knot. There was a painful moment, but then it loosened and I felt the ribbon come free. She paused for a moment and I felt her unlock the cuffs too. Things were improving.

"You may go downstairs and make me a cup of coffee. I'll have it at the computer." She demanded imperiously.

"Of course." I said. I massaged my wrists and then reached down to undo the suspenders holding the stockings up.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm just taking these off first." I explained.

"Oh no, my dear. You'll wear that outfit until I say otherwise and if I see one item out of place you will be punished, do you understand?" I stopped and looked at her. She was determined.

"Yes Mistress."

"Go." She said. I went.

Downstairs, I was intensely conscious that someone might see through the windows, even though we are not overlooked, so I skipped past them. I stopped opposite the mirror in the hall as I passed my reflection, still surprised by the red stain of my lips. In truth the colour was uneven and askew, so it looked odd anyway. It also felt funny walking in the underwear. The basque was really too small and it pinched where the under-wiring for the cups was too tight under my chest. The suspenders tugged and relaxed as I walked and the stockings slid against each other. I wondered if this is how it was meant to feel.

The kitchen floor was cold in the stockings, but I boiled the kettle and made a coffee, almost making one for myself as well but deciding against it, and carefully took it back upstairs. She was in the spare bedroom where the computer was, talking on the phone.

"…yes, I'll send him round. Are you okay with the other parts? Good, thanks for your help. Bye." She put the phone down.

"Ah, my coffee." She clicked the browser closed on the computer before I could see what she had been looking at. That only made me more suspicious. She moved a drink mat so that I could set the coffee down, which I did.

"Thank you. Now I have some instructions for you. You will go into the bedroom where you can take all of that off and leave it on the bed." I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature.

"Then you will go into the bathroom and run a bath with my perfumed bubble bath. You must bathe yourself and then shave your face and your legs."

"My legs?"

"Yes, your legs. How do you expect to wear stockings with hairy legs?"

"But I thought you said I could take it off?" She stared at me hard, waiting for something. My mind raced.

"Mistress." I added.

"That's better. I only said that you could take those off. You will do as you are asked or that email will be sent. Now which is it to be?" She waited.

"I'll do it, Mistress." I conceded. What choice did I have?

"Good. Now go and bathe and wash your hair. Shave your face and legs and be careful not to nick yourself with the razor. When you are finished bathing and before you empty the bath you may call for me and I will inspect your work."

"Yes Mistress." I went to undress.

Removing the panties and stockings was no problem, but the basque was more difficult. The catches were at the back and it was difficult to undo them. Eventually by pulling my tummy in and using both hands I was able to squeeze and undo the bottom catch and after that it was easier. I breathed a sigh of relief as it fell away. I picked it up and placed it on the bed. I sat in front of the mirror and used a tissue to wipe the lipstick off. I felt better once that was done.

I went into the bathroom and ran a bath. Reluctantly I added a little of the perfumed bubble bath as instructed and swirled the water around. A flowery, musky smell rose from the bubbly water. While it filled, I used the sink to shave. When the bath water was reasonably deep I lowered myself into it and relaxed. This argument was getting silly, I thought to myself. She couldn't possibly be serious about emailing those shots, could she? I remembered her anger at my comments and her expression from our brief discussion. Maybe she would. If she did, then I knew there would be no mercy at work. The girls on reception and in the post room were notorious when they had the upper hand. I started soaping my legs.

I started on my upper thigh, using the razor in short strokes. After a few strokes, I ran my finger over the spot. The razor had done its job and there was no stubble. I carried on since having a bare patch on one leg seemed more ridiculous than having no hair at all. The backs were the most difficult, and I had to stand in the bath to reach around. The hollows on my ankles were also tricky but eventually I had smooth hairless legs. I lowered myself back into the water.

"Mistress! I'm ready for you to inspect"

There was a pause and I thought she hadn't heard. I was about to call again when I heard voices. She was on the phone again. I wondered who she could be calling, with some dread.

I waited a short while and then she appeared looking quite cheerful.

"How are you doing? Stand up so I can see." I did as she had asked.

"Is there any particular reason why you are wearing ear-rings in the bath?" She enquired, smiling.

My hand shot up to my ear and I realised that the rings were still there. I had forgotten I was wearing them. I blushed and started to feel for the catch.

"No you can leave them in now, since you seem to like them." I blushed further, but dropped my hand.

"Pass me the razor, you have missed some patches." She picked up the soap and worked up a lather in her hands. She took the razor from me.

"Turn around." She spread the lather on the backs of my legs and began drawing the razor down the backs of my thighs. Then she rubbed the soap over my bum and began shaving that. I didn't feel able to comment, even when she asked me to lean forwards and spread my legs. Then she asked me to turn around and began soaping my pubes. My prick stirred until she picked up the razor.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Keep still. And quiet."

I kept still as she began drawing the razor over my lower stomach and down around my pubes. In fact I held my breath. She used the flannel and wiped the soap away and then picked up the nail scissors from the shelf and began snipping. I held my breath again. After a few moments, she soaped my pubes again and used the razor once more.

"Okay, back in the water." I knelt down in the water again and washed off the soap, feeling carefully.

"No need to worry. I haven't cut anything off that won't grow back." She grinned. "You can get out and get dry now. Use some of this talc when you're dry." She passed me a florally decorated talc container and left.

I got out of the bath and used the towel. The mirror was all steamed up, so I couldn't see the results of her work except that my pubes seemed shorter and lower down. I dried my legs, which seemed oddly smooth and slightly red from having been shaved.

I took the talc and shook some out onto my hand. It smelled the same as her bubble bath. I used a little over my body and legs, but tried to keep it to a minimum. When I had finished I hung the towel up and wondered what was next. I returned to the bedroom.

To my surprise she was laid casually on the bed. To my greater surprise, in the time it had taken me to get dry, she had changed into suspenders and black stockings and a bra that emphasised her cleavage. She looked delicious.

"You like?"

"Very much." I replied. "Mistress." I added quickly.

She slid off the bed and approached me slowly, her eyes wandering over my nakedness.

"You see what it's like when you make an effort?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress." My prick was voting yes, too.

"Lie down diagonally on the bed with your head at the bottom corner." I moved to the bed and sat down and then slid across until I was laid as she said.

"Put your hands on your head." I did as she asked

"Now keep them there." She moved beside me and began stroking her hand over my body, lingering over my newly shaved legs and pubes. She moved down and sat on the bed next to my feet with her back to me. I noticed that her stockings were seamed, which she knew I found sexier. Then she leaned over my feet.

"Keep quite still and don't move." There was a pause and then I felt her stroking my feet and then my toes.

She leaned across and picked something off the bedside table. There was on odd sensation and she pressed something up between my toes.

"What's that Mistress?" I was puzzled.

"Nothing to worry about." She replied. Now keep still and keep quiet."

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. After a few moments she held my foot and I felt a tickling sensation as she brushed against my foot. I looked up.

"Lay still, or I'll start thinking of punishments for you." She insisted.

"Sorry Mistress." I lay back again. The sensation continued along with the pressure of her leaning on my ankles. I realised that she was painting my toenails with nail polish. The realisation didn't help much as I didn't feel I could do much about it. After a few moments the pressing sensation repeated on the toes of the other foot and she moved across. She continued. It seemed to take ages to do. I felt her move again and she added a second coat to each foot.

After what seemed like an hour, she sat up and turned to me.

"Lay there and don't move." I nodded.

I lay on my back while she moved around the bedroom, tidying things away and opening and closing drawers. I didn't watch her as that might be construed as moving. After another age she came and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You may sit up now." I took my hands off my head and pushed myself upright. My toes were all a deep glossy plum colour. I wiggled them experimentally. They didn't seem like my toes any more, somehow.

"Do you like them?"

"Well, I didn't really want my toes painting, Mistress."

"It takes a long time, doesn't it?" She commented.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Still, it's done now. Do you like it?"

"I'd like it if they were your toes, Mistress."

"But they aren't, are they? They're your toes. You have toes with nails that are…" She stood and walked to the dressing table. "…Bordeaux Gloss" She confirmed, lifting the little vial of polish.

"I think they look very sexy…. hmmm. What do I call you? I can't call you by your male name as he would never be caught dead wearing Bordeaux Gloss nail polish." I blushed. "I need a feminine name for you. Pick one." I looked up.

"I can't." I replied.

"Cant or won't?" She replied sternly. "I want you to pick a sexy, feminine, girly name for your sexy, girly, self." She insisted.

"But Mistress, I already have a name that I am happy with."

"And I am not happy with it. Here, put this on." She picked up a suspender belt from the top of the chest and tossed it over to me. I hesitated. "I haven't made that phone call yet." She confirmed.

I reluctantly stood up and drew the suspenders around my waist, clipping it at the front and sliding the catch around to the back as I had seen her do many times. It was a stretchy black one with silky panels and lace edges and a red bow in the centre. The suspenders flapped against my legs.

She handed me a cellophane pack. It said 'Sheer Black Stockings, Seamed' on it and 'XL'.

I looked up, but her expression was firm. I pulled open the seal on the pack and extracted the card around which the stockings were wound. The stockings fell slowly free onto the bed as I unwound them and I picked one up. I looked at her again. She was waiting.

I bunched the stocking up over my hand as I had seen her do and lifted one foot up onto my other leg. I slipped the gauzy material over my foot, making sure that the toe and heel were in the right place and drew it up my ankle. I stood up and drew the stocking up my smooth leg, trying to keep the seam straight up the back. It felt entirely different with shaven legs, somehow silkier.

I pulled a suspender down and fiddled with my large fingers to get the stocking top on to the button so I could press the catch over it. There was a little ribbon that, when straightened out, sat under and over the button, presumably so it wouldn't snag. I took the other stocking and repeated the process, again having trouble seeing whether the seam was straight. I straightened the ribbon and stood up.

I didn't look at her now, as I knew I would blush. I felt the heat in my cheeks anyway. I leaned and turned, trying to check if the seam was straight. I leaned forward and used both hands to straighten the stocking and then adjusted the position of the front suspender. Then I leaned around and pulled the back suspender down until I could catch the button in the stocking top and clip it on. I pulled up the stocking and smoothed it, feeling the elastic in the suspenders take up the slack.

Then I picked up the other stocking and bunched it over my hand as before, slipping it over my painted toes and straightening the heel. I put my foot out and slid the stocking up before standing up and adjusting it, clipping the back suspender for that stocking too and smoothing and straightening as before. I checked that the tops were even and straightened the suspender belt.

I looked up to see her holding out a black bra for me to wear. I reluctantly took it from her and dangled it by the strap before sliding it around my waist and hooking it together at the front. Then I slid the clip round to the back and pulled it up to my chest, slipping my arms through the straps as I had watched her do on many occasions. I settled the straps over my shoulders and used my thumbs under the straps to smooth it out.

"Here, let me adjust it for you." She offered.

I turned around and she let the shoulder straps out until they were more comfortable for me.

"There, that's better." I turned and she moved closer.

"Now your dressed as I am, except for one thing." She slid her hand into my pubes, curling her fingers in the hair.

"No panties. You may go and choose some from the drawer.

She stepped back and I went to the drawer in the dressing table where she kept her lingerie. As I did I walked in front of the mirror and could see the reflection of the black suspenders and stockings. I could also see that she had shaved my pubes into the shape of a heart. I blushed again.

Her panties were on the left and I searched for a conservative pair. There was nothing of the conservative nature that I would have liked, though I was fairly sure that she had some. She must have moved them out. Given that black seemed to be in order, I was faced with a choice between a tiny lacy pair that would barely stretch around or a deeper pair that had lace and ribbons on. I took the lacy ones and sat on the bed to pull them up. They were a little tight, especially as my prick seemed to swell at the touch of the sheer stretchy material. I tucked it downwards between my legs and they pulled up over the suspenders and settled around my waist. My prick pulsed between my legs.

She came and sat by me on the bed.

"Now we're dressed the same. It's not as easy as you thought, is it." Her hand stroked over my stockinged leg and up to the panties. I moved to catch her wrist.

"No. Put your hands behind your back. Now." I did as she said.

Her hand settled onto the silky bulge that was pulsing.

"Now, do think this outfit is sexy?"

"I do when you wear it, Mistress."

"So this is all in my honour, is it?" She pressed against the hardness.

"Yes Mistress."

"I don't believe you. You didn't have this when you came in and I was dressed like this. I haven't changed, but you have." She softly stroked the bulge.

"Now I can hardly carry on calling someone wearing stockings, suspenders and a bra by a male name, can I?" As she said this she pulled the strap on the suspender and let it go so it snapped against my skin. I jumped slightly in response.

"Can I?" She asked, softly.

"I would prefer it if you did, Mistress."

"This isn't about what you prefer. This is about understanding all the trouble and effort that women go through to look nice. This is about seeing things from my point of view. Now how can you do that without a pretty feminine name to answer to?"

"I don't know, Mistress."

"I could choose one for you. One that would reflect my low opinion of you right now."

"I rather you didn't, Mistress."

"Then you choose. Something feminine. Not a male name with a female version like Terri or Pat, something particularly feminine. How about Cissy?"

"No, not that one, please Mistress?"

"Gaye?" She smiled wickedly, "with an 'E' on the end?" I flinched.

"What about something more exotic, Jezebel or Candice?" I shook my head. I really didn't want to choose any of them, but she wasn't going to give in.

"If you don't choose one soon I shall pick for you. After all, you didn't choose your other name, did you? What about Amanda or Melissa?"

"Melissa is okay, I suppose Mistress." It was the best thing she had suggested by far.

"Excellent. Melissa it is. Now Melissa, I would like you to go to the dresser and put some perfume on. There are three to choose from there and you should apply only one."

"Perfume, Mistress?"

"Yes Melissa. Every girl should smell nice. Go on."

I went to the dresser and sat down and examined the three perfumes on the top. They were called Entice, Passion and ID. I picked up the ID one, but a quick smell put me off completely. It smelled musty and flowery. The second one I tried was Entice and it had a fresher odour, but still with a musky spiciness about it. The last one was Passion and it smelled acid and sharply fruity to my nose. I picked up the second again and looked at the top. It had a spray cap.

I directed it at my wrist and sprayed a tiny amount on. Then I put it down again. The smell warmed and spread as I did and filled my nose with a feminine musky spice.

"A little more than that Melissa, I think." She came and stood by me and picked up the bottle. Before I could stop her she had sprayed some onto my exposed neck under my ear and had caught my wrist. She turned it and sprayed a good dose onto the inside of my wrist.

"There, rub your wrists together." As I did, she reached around and sprayed it under the other ear.

The smell enveloped me.

"Don't worry, it'll wear off to a more acceptable level in a bit. Now, take your ear-rings off because you are going out for a while."

"Dressed like this, Mistress? I couldn't go out. What if someone sees?" I was alarmed.

"They won't see because you'll have your normal clothes on over the top."

"But they might notice."

"Then you should choose some clothes that won't show the black underwear underneath. That is unless you want to be seen as a complete tart."

"But, Mistress…" I pleaded.

"You can either go out and do the things I require, or you can sit here and wait for that email to arrive at your office. I know that Mandy and June in the post room would be delighted to know about your little games." She smiled. She knew exactly how cruel Mandy and June could be when they had the upper hand.

I got up and went to my chest of drawers. I selected a pair of socks from the drawer to go over the stockings and, after consideration, some underpants to go under the trousers.

"What are you doing, Melissa?" She enquired.

"I was going to put these on over this." I indicated my attire.

"The only underwear you are allowed to choose, Melissa, is that which you are wearing now. Now put some clothes on and hurry up." I was about to protest, but I realised it would make no difference. I put the things back.

I selected a pair if chinos from the wardrobe and a casual shirt and put them on. The shirt was dark cotton and a little warm for the time of year, but it hid the bra. I slipped some shoes on, but they felt loose without socks.

"My shoes are too big without socks, Mistress." I pleaded.

"Then choose a pair that are normally a little tight." She replied, showing signs of losing patience.

I swapped the shoes for another pair that were more formal, but didn't slide around as much.

"Are you going to wear a jacket?" She enquired.

"This shirt is already warm, with a jacket, I'll swelter."

"Then wear a cooler shirt. I think a jacket would be best." It was an odd remark, but I slipped the shirt off again and found a lightweight shirt that would be okay under a jacket. I buttoned it over the bra and inspected my reflection. You couldn't see it in the bedroom light, but outside it might show through. I picked a lightweight jacket from the wardrobe and slipped it on over the top. That was better.

"I have printed off two maps of where you are to go. The first is a unisex parlour not too far away where I have booked you in to have your ears pierced."

"Pierced! I can't have my ears pierced."

She looked at me hard. "Mistress." I added.

"You seem to be use the word can't when you mean won't, Melissa." She said sternly. "I don't want to hear the word can't again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." I bowed my head.

"Lot's of men have pierced ears." She added. "It's very fashionable and I've told them its part of your birthday present, so they're expecting you. Just relax and let them do it and you'll be fine."

"Very well, Mistress." I capitulated.

"The second place is on this map and is a little further away. They are expecting you and have already put the things that you are to collect on one side. When you go in, you are to identify yourself as Melissa and they will know what to do."

"As Melissa, Mistress? Can't I just give them my real name?"

"The shop is called 'A Girl Thing' and they specialise in women's clothes in men's sizes, if you see what I mean."

"You can't be serious, Mistress."

"Oh, but I am. Very serious." She had that determined look again.

"You are to identify yourself as Melissa and pay for the things I have selected for you. You may be asked to try some things on. You are to cooperate completely, am I clear?"

"But Mistress, I ca…I will be too embarrassed." I corrected myself.

"Don't worry, they are quite used to men with shaved legs and a taste for silky panties." She smiled wickedly.

"Oh Mistress, please don't make me do this?" I pleaded, hating the whiny tone that had crept into my voice.

"Melissa you can't carry on stretching my underwear out of shape. I'll have nothing to wear for myself. It's time you bought some for yourself. Alternatively you can just sit here and wait and things will take their course."

"I'll never forgive you for this." I said, determined to make a stand.

She lifted her chin and looked at me, her head tilted slightly to one side, waiting.

"…Mistress." I added.

"And don't you forget it." She added. "Now go."

I went to the door to leave and then realised that I still smelled of Entice perfume.

"I smell all flowery!" I protested,

"Go." She replied, with finality.

There would be no mercy. I think she was enjoying having the upper hand and humiliating me was part of the game. I would just have to try and get through it.

I went out to the car and was immediately faced with the dilemma of whether to keep my jacket on while I was driving. I decided to keep it on and settled myself into the seat. I could feel the rear suspenders slide sideways around my cheeks as I sat down and the bra straps were tight over my shoulders. I started the car and looked at the map.

The salon wasn't far and I navigated carefully through the traffic. I was terrified that there would be an accident and the police would be called, so I drove cautiously. I reached the address, which was part of a row of shops, and I parked in the nearby street. I locked the car and walked along the row. Initially I walked past the salon, checking to see how many people were in there. It didn't look too busy, so I stiffened my resolve and went inside.

A young lady sat behind a small worktop area. She was the mousy small sort and the stool she was perched upon seemed too large for her. She smiled brightly in greeting.

I gave her my name and she asked me to wait a few moments. I sat down in the waiting area and watched. Thankfully there were both men and women customers in the salon, so I didn't feel too out of place.

"Would you like to come through now?" The young lady had returned.

I followed her through to an annexe at the rear of the salon where there was an area that could be curtained off. There was an upright chair and a wheeled trolley with lots of bottles, oils and things on it. I sat on the seat.

"Lynne will be with you in a moment." She left.

After a few minutes, Lynne came through. Lynne was tall and leggy and was wearing those pedal-pusher slacks that left her ankles bare. She was wearing lots of make-up and had bleached blond hair in a sort of masses of curls style.

"Hi," she said, "Happy Birthday."

"Sorry?"

"Happy Birthday. Your girlfriend said it was your birthday when she phoned up to book?"

"Oh yes." I improvised, "Yes, thanks. Sorry, I was miles away."

"That's okay, Now we're having both ears done today, are we?" She walked around me casting a professional eye on my ear lobes.

"Yes. I think so."

"Your girlfriend said you'd been meaning to get it done for ages. It's very fashionable these days. Are you sure you want just the pair?"

"Pair of ears?" I said, confused.

"No silly, two holes. Some men think that two holes looks rather feminine, so they have an extra one put in one ear, usually the left."

"Ah, I see." She hadn't said I couldn't get extra holes put in, so maybe that would be better.

"Yes, that would be great. Thanks."

"No problem," she smiled "and we won't charge extra as it's your birthday."

"Oh. Thanks very much."

"We'll just mark where they go so that you can check them." She picked up a pen from the trolley and leaned forward to mark my ears for the holes. She sniffed.

"Is that Entice?" She said. My heart sank.

"Is what?" I fumbled.

"Entice perfume. I can smell it on you." She stepped back, considering.

"Ah." I improvised rapidly. "It's my girlfriend's favourite. She must have been wearing it this morning. We were…well it must have rubbed off I suppose." I blushed, but not for the reason she thought.

She gave me a huge grin and continued, marking the spots on my ear lobes.

"There. How's that?" She held up a circular mirror.

There were black marks on my ears, two on the left and one on the right. They looked even, so I suppose it was okay.

"That's fine." I confirmed.

"We'll just use a sterile wipe and then do it. It might sting a bit, but it doesn't hurt so you needn't look so worried."

I smiled, weakly. She tore open a sachet using her scarlet nails and used the wipe to clean my earlobes. Then she took a thing that looked like stainless steel clippers from the trolley.

"Hold still a moment." She held it to my ear and there was a clip as she punched the hole. She was right, it didn't hurt but there was a stinging sensation. She came around to the other side and clipped twice on the other ear. Then she took some cotton wool pads and clipped them onto each lobe with little things like fat clothes pegs.

"Those will just stop any bleeding, but there isn't much usually. Hang on there just a moment."

She left me sitting in the chair and went back into the salon, returning a few moments later with a small box. She handed it to me.

"Your girlfriend said I was to give you those as a present from Melissa."

"Melissa?" I was startled to hear that name. "How nice."

I opened the box and there were two small gold rings inside.

"Would you like me to put them in for you? They can be a bit fiddly to start with until you get used to it."

"Yes, thanks."

She unclipped the pads from my ears and took the box from me, then tore open another sterile wipe and wiped each ring carefully before inserting it through the hole"

"You should always clean the rings before inserting them until they are fully healed over." She advised. "There. How does that feel?"

It didn't feel any different, except each ear was still stinging slightly. She held up the mirror and let me see. The gold rings shone under each lobe, looking distinctly feminine to me, but Lynne seemed to think it was okay.

"What would you like in the other one? People usually have two studs and a ring, but your girlfriend said you particularly wanted rings. How about a stud?"

"Yes, that would be great." She left again and returned a moment later with a small tray containing a selection of gold studs. I selected one that was a plain gold ball and she cleaned it and put it in for me.

"There, all done. Didn't hurt, did it?"

"No, it didn't. Thanks." She smiled.

She led me through to the entrance again.

"There'll be a charge for the stud, but your girlfriend paid for the rest over the phone for your birthday." She explained.

I paid her for the stud and left, walking back to the car. I was intensely conscious of everyone I passed to see if they spotted my pierced ears and stared, but no one seemed to be bothered. Either that or they were more discrete. I got back in the car and used the rear view mirror to see what had been done. The rings and the stud were still there, looking as feminine as ever. Oh well, the damage was done now and I suppose they would heal over in time, once the rings were removed.

I picked up the other map and examined it. It was for a part of town I had not visited before and it looked out of the way. I planned my route and then started the car and set off. I drove for about half an hour and had to stop twice to check the map, but eventually I found a street with a row of shops. They were an eclectic mixture, with jewellery wholesaler and a mountain bike dealer either side of the shop I was directed to. It had "A Girl Thing" in sparkly letters on the window, which displayed a range of high-heeled shoes, and had a mannequin wearing a leopard print dress and platform heels. The mannequin's wig was pink. The sign said "Specialists in large sizes and exotic wear, TV and stage."

There was a parking ground across the road. The area seemed more commercial than retail and there seemed to be few people about. I was relieved.

I locked the car and stepped across the road to the doorway. There was no one near so I stepped quickly through the door and into the shop. The door hushed closed behind me. It was darker in the shop. It was lit in pools of light from spotlights on the ceiling and wasn't helped by the fact that the walls were painted black.

There were racks of clothes along the walls and in the centre aisle. On the other side was the cash desk where a young woman was putting some items on hangers. She smiled at me and I smiled nervously back. She went back to her hangers. I walked in a bit further and spotted the racks set out to display smaller items, such as magazines, handbags, shoes and accessories.

I wandered down the aisle. Many of the clothes were made of leather or plastic or that shiny nylon material. I spotted a long sheath dress made of black leather and a black PVC top with lacing up the front. The predominant colours were black, though there was white and red, and an occasional pink or blue.

"Can I help you, Sir?" It was the girl from the counter who had come to hang the items on the rack. They appeared to be rubber mini skirts. She was wearing a short tight black leather skirt and her top was loose white cotton with a lace tie at the neck. She wore black leather shoes with platform soles and spiked heels.

I remembered my instructions.

"Er, yes. I'm Melissa."

"You are, Sir?" She looked puzzled. They were supposed to be expecting me.

"Yes, Melissa? I was supposed to pick some items up?"

"I'll deal with this, Caroline."

The voice came from behind me and turned out to be from an elegant women in a black wool skirt and top who walked towards me from the back of the shop. She had dark wavy hair and bright red lipstick.

"You would be Melissa?" She phrased the question oddly.

"I would." I answered, trying to answer in the same manner.

"Then come with me, please. Thank you Caroline."

The girl smiled at me and I followed the woman to the back of the shop. She was wearing slim heeled stilettos and they clicked on the tiles as she walked ahead of me.

"I have assembled all of the items, but there are one or two that I will need you to try on. Is that okay?"

"I suppose so." I didn't know what the items were so it was difficult to answer that.

"Please go into the changing room and remove your outer clothes. It's at the back on the right."

I was about to say that I wasn't going to do that, but she pre-empted me.

"Are you wearing stockings or tights?" She led me down the length of the shop to a curtained cubicle at the rear.

"Er…stockings." I admitted, blushing.

"Excellent. You can hang your day clothes on the hanger and I'll be back in a moment."

She drew the curtain aside on a cubicle with a mirror along one wall, a full-length mirror on a stand and a small chrome and leather chair. I hesitated, but she walked away back into the shop. I went in to the cubicle and drew the curtain closed behind me. I looked around, but there was just the mirror, a chrome and leather chair and some hooks on the wall. I didn't feel able to strip down to the lingerie, even in the privacy of the cubicle, so I dithered.

The curtain twitched after a few moments and her face appeared.

"Are you not undressed yet? Your Mistress said that if you were uncooperative I was to call her. Shall I do that?" She seemed very businesslike.

"Er no. That won't be necessary. Give me a moment, will you?"

"Just a moment then."

I took the jacket off and hung it over the back of the chair and sat down to remove my shoes. Then I slipped off the trousers revealing stockings and suspenders in the reflection from the mirror stand. Finally I slipped off the shirt and stood in embarrassed silence as she re-entered.

"I would like to measure you, Melissa, if you please." She held up a tape measure.

I stood with my arms outstretched as she used the tape around my waist and hips and then my chest. She also measured between my shoulder blades and my lower back. She clearly had a good memory because she wrote none of it down.

"Shoe size?"

"A nine." I responded.

Finally, she measured around my head above my eyes.

"You can slip the bra off too, please." She left again for a moment.

I watched myself in the mirror as I reached around behind to unfasten the catch and remove the bra. I had gone pink from the waist up while she measured, but it was fading a little. She returned with a couple of long boxes. I slipped the strap of the bra over one of the hooks on the wall.

"Suspenders too, though you can leave the stockings." She was removing something from a long box lined with Tissue. I slipped the buttons on the suspenders, wondering what type of lingerie I would be obliged to wear now. At least they would be my own size and should therefore be more comfortable. I draped them over the hook with the bra.

"Face me and put your arms out, please." I turned and stretched my arms out and she lifted a black satin basque up and guided my arms through the straps so that it hung in front of me. So that was it.

She moved around behind me and pulled the sides around until it wrapped around my middle. "Would you mind reaching up and holding the bar above your head, please."

I looked up and there was a chrome bar about 6 or 8 inches above my head. I reached up and held it, looking towards the back of the cubicle. She moved the straps onto my shoulders, and I glanced down to see two mounds were built into the front of it, giving it the shape of pale breasts.

I felt her fiddling with the back until I realised that she was threading laces into it. She continued this, starting to bring the base of the basque together and thread the laces higher. She pulled the laces in until it was closely fitted to my body and laced it up further. Then she began tightening it. She tugged the laces through, threading them higher and higher until it was laced almost to the top. This seemed more like a corset than a basque. I always thought corsets would be sexy, but I didn't expect to be wearing one.

I looked down to find the two globes of soft material pressing into my chest were being squeezed by the corset into the shaped cups. They even had nipples, which showed through the tight material as it fitted onto my form.

She began again from the bottom, this time pulling each lace in turn as they criss-crossed behind me up my back. She wanted it hellishly tight and seemed intent on cutting me in half. By the time she reached the top the bust had formed a cleavage as it was compressed inwards and upwards, pressing against my chest.

"Can I let go now?" I enquired.

"Not quite yet, Melissa."

She was pulling them in again, starting at the bottom. She tugged and pulled and wrenched at the laces and I began to see why I needed to hold onto the bar as she was pulling me backwards. My insides felt odd as the corset compressed them and it clamped like a vice around my chest, causing me to breathe in brief shallow pants.

She paused again and for one horrible moment I thought she might do it again, but she tied off the laces knotting them together at the back and tucking the long ends of the laces into the back of the corset. She bobbed down behind me and tucked the suspenders dangling from the rear of the corset underneath the panties, pausing to straighten the seams on each stocking before tugging the suspenders down and clipping them on. Then she moved to the front and did the same with the ones dangling there, adjusting the length of the elastic straps until they tugged lightly downwards.

"There Melissa, you can relax and let go."

"Hardly." I said breathily, as I dropped my arms, feeling the corset tight underneath them. "I feel I can barely move in this thing."

"Ah, but it gives you the correct figure." She commented, adjusting the shoulder straps until they were tensioned and turning me to look in the mirror.

The corset hugged me, curving in at the waist and out at the hips. The bust only accentuated an already girly shape. I slid my hand down the sides, feeling the feminine curves under the smooth material.

She produced the tape measure again and proceeded to take measurements around my hips, waist and bust with the corset on.

"Excellent," she pronounced, "I will get you the shoes."

She left me with the mirror and pulled the curtain behind her. I turned so I could see the rear view in the reflection from the wall mirror. The black laces marched up my back to the knot between my shoulder blades. It wasn't going to loosen up without help. I felt squeezed breathless and was a little light headed. Experimentally I squeezed a breast underneath the cup with one hand. It was pliable but firm. The curtain twitched behind me and I dropped my hand guiltily.

She re-entered with a pile of boxes, placing them on the floor.

"Sit on the chair please, Melissa."

I went to the chair and tried to lower myself, failing twice to sit down in the corset before dropping with a bump. She made a tutting sound.

From a box she produced a high-heeled red strappy sandal with a stiletto heel. She lifted my ankle and slipped it over the toe, pulling the back over the heel and pulling the strap around to buckle the tiny catch. Before I knew it I was buckled into it.

She had the other ankle in her hand and was slipping that on too. The strap was pulled up onto my heel and the buckle threaded. I felt it tighten and loosen as she threaded it into the keeper.

"Stand up please."

Hesitantly, I stood up in the shoes, sliding forward a little until my toes fitted tightly. My posture tipped forward and I had to steady myself on the chair until I regained my balance. The heels were very high and I felt as if I were standing on tiptoe.

"Walk around, please?"

I took a few steps, finding the stricture of the corset and the wobbly uncertainty of the heels a difficult combination. I walked back, catching a glimpse in the mirror of a tall feminine shape taking ungainly hobbling steps.

"Come and sit down again, please."

I went back to the chair and lowered myself for carefully onto it. I couldn't sit back as the corset wouldn't allow that, but I perched on the edge of the seat. She took my ankle again and removed the sandals, leaving me able to place my feet flat on the cool floor again. She opened another box and produced a second style. This was a black shiny court shoe with a pointed toe and a similar stiletto heel. She slipped them snugly onto my feet.

"Walk around again?"

I stood up with a little more poise this time and found my balance quicker. The heels on these were slightly lower. I took a few steps and turned around. It still felt like walking on tiptoe but this style seemed to offer a little more support. I walked up and down and stopped in front of the mirror, stopping to admire the slim sheer legs with the spiky heels, until I reminded myself that they were my own legs I was admiring.

"There are ankle straps for these. Do you want to try them too?" I shook my head. I didn't really like the idea of having them strapped on.

She indicated for me to be seated again and she removed the black shoes. Then she opened a third larger box and produced a black ankle boot with a platform sole and heels that were thicker, but even higher than the sandals.

"I don't think I'll be able to wear those." I commented, but she grasped my ankle firmly and slid the boot onto my stockinged foot. It zipped up on the inside and then buckled around the top. She did the same with the other, leaving me with my knees bent in the manner you get when sitting on a chair that's too low. I stood up carefully. It actually wasn't too bad. The heels seemed high, but the platform meant that they weren't as steep as the other two. However, it felt like walking around on stilts and I clumped around the changing room in them.

"Your Mistress said that you were to choose a pair of shoes from this selection, Melissa." The woman instructed.

"Well I'd really rather not." I stated, mustering my dignity as much as I could in the clumpy boots. I was really tall in them.

"She insisted that you should, though."

I thought about this for a moment. All the shoes were difficult to walk in, but the black courts had offered marginally more comfort. I hoped I wouldn't have to wear them for long.

"I'll choose the black shoes then." I stated, returning to the seat.

"Very well, Melissa." She obligingly removed the boots, packed the shoes back into the boxes and left the cubicle again, leaving me alone again for a moment.

She returned once more, a few moments later with another set of boxes and I began to wonder how long this would go on for. The boxes were tall, rectangular blocks and when she opened the first I realised that they contained wigs. She lifted a polystyrene head from the box. On it was a shoulder length blonde wig, which she lifted off and brought over to me on the seat. She put it on to the back of my head and then pulled it forward, pulling a tight cap onto my head, which presumably stopped it falling off. She adjusted it and then produced a comb, which she used to straighten it.

She looked down at me. I felt stupid with the wig on and looked up at her sceptically.

"You're not serious?" My voice was filled with scepticism.

She said nothing, but removed the wig and put it back on its stand and into the box, only to select another box and remove the wig from that. This was a black mass of curls. She put it onto my head in the same way as before and stepped back to view the effect. I looked back at her from inside the veil of curls. This felt really silly.

"It's not you is it, Melissa?"

"I don't think so." I agreed.

She replaced the second wig and took the boxes away, returning a moment later with a third and fourth box. The third box opened to reveal a short dark bob which she spent some time adjusting. It had a fringe at the front and tickled my ears. She considered this for a moment and then pushed the side back over one ear to see what it looked like. She considered for a moment and then removed it. The last box contained a red-blonde wig in a short feathery style. She put it on me and fussed about with the edges until she was happy and then stood back.

"Ah," she said, "the colour is good, but the style is wrong."

She removed that wig and then took the boxes away again. I sat and waited.

She returned with only one box this time, producing a short bob in the red blonde colour that she had used before. She spent longer this time, combing it through and adjusting it until she was satisfied.

"Have a look." She instructed.

I stood and turned to face the wall mirror, still somewhat unnerved by the stark black feminine shape in the corset and stockings reflecting back at me. The hair was still swinging slightly from the movement as I turned. I turned my head slowly, somewhat disturbed by the way the hair gave my face a feminine touch, the fringe and sides framing it and the ends curling in to reveal the sparkling gold of my earrings. The earrings looked very feminine with this hairstyle and any trace of masculine bravado had vanished. My face was still mine, though the hair gave it more of that heart-shape that you see in women. It was a curious hybrid and it looked very odd.

"Good, you like it." She stated.

"No, it's just…." I denied, but I couldn't find the words.

"Sit down please and we'll pack it up." I sat back down and she removed the wig.

"You may get dressed again now." She began packing the wig back into its box.

I waited for her to finish and turned for her to undo the corset. Instead she stepped out with the box. I waited for a few minutes, but she didn't reappear. I waited some more. I moved the mirror so that I could see the back of the corset and undo it for myself. The ends of the laces were tucked into the back of the corset between my shoulder blades.

I reached around behind me, confused initially by the reversal of the image in the mirror, and tried to reach the knot. The corset was so tight it left me little room to move and I could only just touch the knot with my fingertips. I tried with one hand, but again only managed to touch the knot.

I reversed my tactics and tried to reach back over my shoulders, but I couldn't reach the laces at all like that. I reached and stretched and squirmed for several minutes, but was no closer to getting it undone.

In desperation I went to the curtain and peaked out into the shop. The woman was putting various things in bags by the cash desk.

"Excuse me? Could you give me a hand?"

"One moment." She replied.

She murmured something to her assistant and then walked towards me. I ducked back into the cubicle. When she appeared I explained the situation and turned so that she could undo the laces.

"Unfortunately, I am unable to assist you, Melissa."

I turned to her in disbelief. "Why ever not?"

"Because your Mistress insisted that you could only remove the corset if you did it yourself."

"But I can't reach."

"Then you must wear it home, of course." She replied, turning to leave.

I caught her arm. "You have to get this off me." I insisted.

She stared at my hand until I let go. "Your Mistress was quite clear on the matter, I am afraid." She replied coolly.

"But she is mistaken. I insist and I am the one that's here with you now." I was firm.

"Forgive me, but you have come into my shop calling yourself Melissa. You have pierced ears, are wearing women's underwear and you smell of perfume. I think it's quite clear who wears the trousers in your relationship with your Mistress." I blushed deeply.

"I am only following her instructions as are you, but if you would like to use my telephone, it is at the cash desk. You could call her and get her to change her mind?" I already knew perfectly well what she would say.

I pleaded. "This is all a misunderstanding. I can hardly move in this thing, never mind drive home. I can sort this out with my Mistress when I get home if you'll just undo the laces."

"I am sorry, Melissa, but that is not possible." She turned and left.

I returned in desperation to the mirror, wriggling within the limited confines of the corset to try and reach the laces, but it was impossible.

Finally, I gave in and decided to dress in my outer clothes. Maybe they would hide the corset underneath. I slipped my shirt on and started doing the buttons up, which was fine until I reached the bust. The buttons would hardly do up at all and gaped terribly over the twin mounds pushing out from my chest. The rest of the shirt hung loose, baggy even.

Getting the trousers on was more difficult. I had to perch on the chair to reach and slip them over my feet because I couldn't bend at the waist. I pulled them up to my knees and then stood, tugging them up at the back with one hand. I fastened the catch at the waist only to find that it fell undone again. There was a good three inches spare in the waist and they slipped down to hang off my hips. I pulled my belt in tight until the last notch, but it was still loose and the trousers bunched horribly. The trousers pulled the shirt in around my thin waist, further emphasising the mounds on my chest.

Thank God I had brought the jacket.

I sat down again at the seat and managed to get my shoes on with some difficulty, all the while trying to remember her exact words about the jacket as I left. Hadn't she said that a jacket would be better? Now I knew why. I slipped my jacket on and turned to the mirror.

My shirt gaped where the huge mounds at my chest pressed against it, showing the black of the corset underneath. I buttoned the jacket only to find that the jacket gaped as well too. I unbuttoned it again and let in hang loose. It draped to either side, exposing my bust. This was impossible.

I looked around the cubicle, spotting the bra and suspenders hanging from the hook. I collected them and left the cubicle, walking up to the cash desk.

"This is impossible." I stated, indicating the gaping shirt. "I can't go home wearing this."

"Well, I am sure that Caroline could find a dress in your size Melissa, if you would prefer?" Her assistant sniggered into her hand, making it into a cough and turning away. I blushed deeply.

"What if I get stopped or something?" I demanded.

"I would certainly be careful how you drive." She agreed. "Now, how would you like to pay for this? Credit card?"

She slid a bill over to me. I was open mouthed at the amount.

"It can't possibly be that much." I protested.

"I checked it twice, myself."

"But that's an enormous amount."

"Your Mistress was quite specific."

"Can I see the itemised bill?"

"She asked for it to be sent to her. It is in this envelope." She handed me a sealed envelope with tape stuck over the flap.

"If there is any problem, I have agreed with her that we will offer a refund for any item returned unused within 10 days."

"I'm sorry." I can't possibly pay for all that." I said firmly. God knew what she had ordered.

"Then I am afraid I will have to ask the police to come." The woman explained calmly.

"The police?"

"Yes. You understand that taking goods without paying for them is a criminal matter. It's shoplifting."

"But you could just put them back." I explained, starting to panic.

"You are wearing some of it," she explained, "and the rest was ordered over the telephone. Do you wish me to call them?"

"But you won't let me take it off!" I was shouting now. My breath was coming in short pants as my anger grew. I was starting to see green dots in my eyes. I put my hand on the counter to steady myself. My head was swimming. I just couldn't seem to get my breath.

"Caroline, bring a chair please."

Her assistant disappeared and she walked around and steadied my arm.

"You really must try and calm down, Melissa. You cannot get so excited or you will be feinting on us. I don't want to have to call an ambulance, you know." I tried to breath deeply, but the corset was just too tight. I was panting.

The chair appeared and I sat down gratefully. The woman was looking quite worried.

She waited while I sat and tried to calm down. I concentrated on breathing and slowly the spots before my eyes faded and I was able to stop panting.

"Are you okay now?" She enquired.

"I think so. Give me a moment." I concentrated on steadying my breathing and calming myself.

"What am I going to do?" I asked myself. The woman took the question literally.

"You are going to pay for your shopping and take it back to your Mistress. Perhaps if you speak to her she will allow you to return the goods. We will give you a full refund if they are unworn." She confirmed.

"Okay." I said, calmer now. "I'll do that. Put it on this credit card." I took my wallet from my jacket pocket and passed her a card, which she swiped into the machine.

It chugged to itself for a moment and then printed a receipt, which I squiggled a signature onto from my seated position. She put the receipt into the till and helped me to my feet.

"Caroline will help you with your shopping." She began passing me carrier bags and Caroline collected some too. They were all stapled together at the top. She noticed me looking at these.

"Your Mistress didn't want to spoil the surprise."

"You don't say." It fit the pattern.

"We have also added a little surprise of our own," she added, "for a valued customer. I hope we will be seeing you again?"

"You'll forgive me if I don't agree with that." I managed a small smile, which she returned.

Caroline helped me collect the bags together and followed me outside.

I was going to have words with 'Mistress' when I got home.

  

  

  

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