High heel bondage stories

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In the ad there was a series of questions to fill out. I answered that it would be my ultimate fantasy to be forced into trying on a pair of high heel bondage stories heel thigh high boots in a store. Then being forced to pay for them and wear them out of the store. All under the direction of my mistress. Some time had gone by since I had placed the ad and I had not gotten much response. They had read my profile and wanted to know if I was for real. They really wanted to know if I was truly willing to let them dress me in high heel boots in a store and humiliate me in public.

Like a fool I said, yes. Over the next two weeks we chatted on line about the scene. I dealt with only one of them, her name was Jill. She was the dominant in their relationship. They both liked to dress up and go out in public and to parties.

Jill said they would have no problem going out in public with me dressed in my outfit. After a phone conversation we set a date and time. I could not believe I was going to go through with this. We had decided to meet on a Tuesday night at pm. That would give us enough time for me to try on more than one pair of boots if necessary. There was a shoe store in the mall that carried all kinds of high heel shoes and boots. They stocked up to size 13 in most of their shoes and boots. I wore a size As the day approached I became more apprehensive about what I told Jill I was willing to do. She had told me that almost every guy the encountered on the internet was a phony.

Jill called me on Tuesday afternoon to confirm our evening plans and to make sure I was not going to back out. She also told me to be there at pm instead. I got off the phone and began to get ready. I showered and laid out my clothes for the evening. I would be wearing a white pair of long sleeve, footed ballet tights that zipped up the back to my neck.

Then I laced myself into a leather corset and put on a pair of tight leather forearm length gloves. Over this I put my street cloths and my leather jacket. I called a cab and got to the mall at pm. As I walked through the mall I had to go past the shoe store to meet Jill and Anna. Just my luck, there was a sale going on. There were at least five or six women trying on shoes and boots and two more female employees. I hoped there would be fewer women in there when I am in there trying on my boots. I also noticed that the store was in the middle of the mall, a long walk in any direction to get back outside.

As I approached our meeting place I began to really have second thoughts about what I was going to do. I still had a few minutes before they would show up. I thought to myself I should get out of here before they get here. I must be nuts, what if someone I know is here in the mall.

And who knows what they plan on doing to high heel bondage stories when we leave here. Their first e-mail said they were into heavy bondage. We had never discussed that. I was so deep in thought that I never noticed the two leather clad women walk up to me. She wore black leather pants, high heel boots, a silky black blouse, black leather gloves and a black leather jacket. Anna was standing behind her wearing almost the same outfit except she wore a black leather mini skirt and knee high black leather boots.

They were both attracting the attention of everyone in the mall. We sat down at a table in the middle of the mall. Jill said the rules are simple. I was to address them as mistress at high heel bondage stories times. I was to answer only yes or no and was not able to say anything else. I said yes mistress. Jill said I was not permitted to refuse any order or request.

To do so would immediately end our relationship. Jill said that the keys to all the locks were left at their home. If I wanted to back out now was the time. Jill ordered me to put the collar on. I did so with out thinking and locked the padlock. Jill ordered me to my feet and we began to walk towards the shoe store. I got some strange looks as people noticed the collar. There was no hiding it, I was so embarrassed and it felt great.

When we got to the store there were still five women there and three female employees. Jill walked in and told the sales girl that I was her new slave and that I needed a new pair of heels for my training. The sales girl laughed and said OK. Jill said that she wanted me to try on several different pairs and to model them for her. The sales girl said that most guys just buy there size and leave, she never had one actually try on shoes in the store.

Jill then told the sales girl that I was looking for thigh high boots. She said cool, but it will be hard to get them on over those pants. Jill told the sales girl that I had a pair of ballet tights on under my clothes. I was ordered to remove my street clothes. All the women in the store were watching me. I removed my jacket, shirt, pants and shoes and placed them in a store bag. I was standing there in my tights, corset, gloves and collar.

My hands and knees were shaking. I looked at my reflection in one of the many full length mirrors. The white tights were almost see through and my erection was clearly visible through the tights. The women in the store all stopped what they were doing to watch me. One said nice outfit, I wish I had a slave. Another said nice package. It seemed they were all staring at my crotch. One of the sales girls took me by the hand and led me over to a chair and told me to sit down.

Jill looked at the selection of boots on the wall and chose a pair of five inch heel, black patent leather thigh high boots. Jill said that I would be wearing my new boots home today. We might as well start training right now, she said. Up until now I still could have backed out, put my clothes back on and walked out. Now they had my clothes, wallet and keys. Though not restrained in any way I was at their mercy. The sales girl returned with a large box. When she opened it revealed a shiny pair of boots.

She handed me the left boot and I tried to put it on. I was unable to bend forward due to restriction of the corset. She said you poor thing let me help you on with these. I slipped my feet into the boots and she slid the zippers up my legs.

The boots came half way up my thighs. They felt great. Jill ordered me to walk the length of the store, and model for the ladies. Two of the women in the store produced camera phones and began to take pictures. Jill said that she liked the boots but the patent leather did not match my corset and gloves. Nor would they match the rest of the bondage gear I would soon be wearing.

Hearing that made me excited and scared at the same time. Jill looked at the selection of boots and chose a pair of black leather thigh high boots, with five inch high heel bondage stories and lace up front. One of the women in the store asked Jill about the other bondage gear she had referred to earlier. Jill said they were bondage mittens and would render the wearer completely helpless.

High heel bondage stories

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