A Place to Stay – Shopping Spree

[Terri]

A Place to Stay – Shopping Spree

Adam had suffered completely and exhaustingly at Fiona's hands since
he woke up that morning.

Bathed inside and out, enema'd and douched, and electrocuted by Fiona,
the poor boy didn't know how much more he could take. Still the
thought of Internet fame and fortune captivated him and drove him
forward bending fully under Fiona's control.

“Get ready, baby,” ordered Fiona.

Adam stood at her bed and stared in disbelief at the outfit that she
had laid out for him. It consisted only of a a pair of girl's size
small, fuchsia tights and a tiny matching tank top. Beside her bed, on
her nightstand stood a long flowing red metallic wig. On the floor was
a set of high-heeled sandals that would strap high up his calves
terminating up above his knees almost to mid thigh.

“Fiona, ...” he started, before he was interrupted.

“Baby, you are either in the partnership to get rich and famous or
your out on the street. I never want to hear another hesitant word
from you or I'll boot your naked ass out on the street. Understand!”

“I think I should shave, Mumsie,” he said meekly, accepting his fate
for the rest of the day as a cross-dresser.

“No need to worry, baby. We're going to get you those pumps and the
pink spandex minidress at the Mall, then we're visiting Monte Tosche,
the spa for women where you'll be shaved, Naired, waxed,
electrolysized and lasered from head to toe. There won't be a single
hair remaining on your body. It's all part of your anonymity. Go with
it. It's harmless.”

Adam didn't like the sound of those things happening to him let alone
at a women's spa, but the dream of Internet fame (or in Adam's case,
disgraced Internet infamy) kept him going. The possibility of living
out his life a “kept man” serving two mistresses, Fiona, his “Mumsie”,
and Wendy, his “Aunt Wendy” pushed him to pull on the tights.

Beneath the thin, pinkish-purple tights his leg hairs matted down and
they would be plainly visible to anyone passing by him at the Mall.
The idea of teenie boppers and women walking past him and staring at
him, knowing full well that he was a guy wearing women's clothing. The
wig wouldn't fool anyone. All he could imagine was being pulled aside
by a plains-clothed detective and accused of shoplifting and having to
strip down bare while a nineteen year old female Mall store manager
watched him being stripped searched.

As he pulled the tights up further, he realized that his leg hairs
would be the least of his problems. The thin fabric of the tights
accentuated the monstrous bulge of his cock and from the mirror he
watched the crack of his ass staring out from beneath the tights.

“Jesus, Fiona. I can't ...”

“Get out! Get out of my house. Find someone else who'll take you in,
you ingrate. See how far you'll get without a work permit, too. You're
fired. You'll never work at my store again. I'll pay you the paltry
$120 I owe you for your shoddy sales clerk job. See how far it gets
you.”

Fiona opened her purse and taking out six $20 bills threw them on the
bed in front of Adam.

Tears started coming to Adam's eyes. “What am I doing?” he asked
himself. “I'm giving up a life of sex and wealth with two beautiful
women,” he answered

“I'm sorry, Fiona, … er, I mean, 'Mumsie'. I'm sorry. Forgive me.”
Adam got on his knees and pleading with his tear-filled eyes, he
begged her to give him another chance.

“I should kick your sorry ass out in the streets, you pathetic loser.
One more word out of you – EVER – and I'll dispose of your worthless
body in a dump in Hoboken or roll you out of a car while we're racing
down the highway. I'm sick of you and have the feeling that Wendy and
I have made a terrible mistake investing in the likes of you.” Of
course, Fiona was only attempting to debase the poor boy's sense of
worth and subjugate him further into a role of sex slave for herself
and Wendy's total abuse. She took complete advantage of Adam's
inability to prove that he even existed in this country – no working
papers, no visa, no passport, nothing. She knew and preyed on his fear
that the $120 sitting next to the pink tank top was all the money he'd
ever have, well, unless he whored himself out on the streets trading
sexual favors for cash at the risk of being sexually abused by Johns
or guys who would patronize a twenty-one year old wearing only think
pink tights. If he seriously thought about it, this alternative
wouldn't be all that much different than what Fiona and Wendy had
proposed to him as a “partner” except with these two women, he would
never earn a red cent.

“I'm sorry, Mumsie. I'll trust you. I'll trust Aunt Wendy. You're all
the family I have. Please forgive me. You can have my tongue removed
or keep me muzzled 24x7, I'll never balk at anything you or Wendy
suggest I do again. I promise.”

“That's 'Aunt Wendy', boy. Slip up again and you're toast! Get it?”

“I'm sorry, Mumsie. I'll get ready. I can't wait to serve you and Aunt
Wendy. I'll do anything you want – ANYTHING.”

Adam took the tights and pulled them up to his navel. He looked like a
complete moron. His cock was bursting through the thin material in
front. His ass cheeks showed prominently behind him. He donned the
tank top and sat on the bed putting on the sandals and strapping the
prostitute-like ties up and across his ankles, over his calves, across
his knees and tying them off behind his thighs. He looked like a male
prostitute. Adding the metallic red wig only confirmed his status – he
was Fiona's plaything. No more. Much less.

“Wait for me in the car,” Fiona ordered.

“Yes, Mumsie.” Despite his ability to walk gracefully in the high-
heeled sandals, Adam walked out into the rain and stood next to the
locked Mercedes.

Fiona watched as his tank top and tights got soaked by the drenching
precipitation. His outfit became nearly transparent, something that
Fiona adored.

She was now set for driving her sub to the Mall, where he would be
“exposed” literally and figuratively to every woman there that
Saturday afternoon. When they pulled in the parking garage, Fiona
arranged to park on the roof, insuring that Adam's outfit would be
resoaked and newly transparent as he walked in back of her trying to
hide his nudity.

“Stand here, next to me, baby.”

Adam moved along side her as they walked through each level of the
garage. Two older women stood as they passed and stared at Adam's
pronounced and swollen cock, turning around to watch his ass as Fiona
and he walked away. The two women laughed and laughed and laughed.
Adam heard them and wished he was an inch tall. Fiona just smiled.

On the second level of the garage, the two approached three college
coeds, who stood pointing and laughing out loud at Adam's near
nakedness.

“Hey, lady. Nice catch. Can we use him later? We think he'd make a
nice addition to our Saturday night 'Girls Night Out'. We'll take care
of him. We promise!” one of them shouted.

When Fiona and Adam entered the Mall itself, hundreds of women were
walking about. Mothers shielded their children's eyes from looking at
Adam, but they themselves could not help themselves – gawking and
laughing at the poor boy.

After walking the length of the entire Mall, they entered a chic young
women's store and went to the Junior's department.

The clerk who could not look away from Adam's cock as he tried to
cover it, asked if she could help Fiona.

Fiona swatted Adam's hands away from his groin, thus giving the sales
clerk a good look at Adam.

“My baby here needs a bright pink minidress. Do you have something in
a size 0?”

The sizing was lost on Adam. He didn't realize that Fiona was
requesting the very smallest minidress in the store.

“We don't have anything like that in a Junior size, but I do have a
little girl's pink miniskirt and Britney Spears criss-cross camisole
corset or a Cosabella Ceylon Camisole top and matching panties. Follow
me.”

“Oh, we won't need the panties, but the criss-cross corset sounds
perfect,” said Fiona embarrassing the poor boy to death.

Adam just couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he dutifully
followed Fiona and the nineteen year old clerk who continued to look
behind her at Adam's bulging cock imagining him in a tiny girl's
miniskirt with nothing underneath it.

The clerk took a size 7-8 girl's miniskirt off the rack. It was a
bright pink with a tie waist. “Do you think this would work?”

Fiona said, “Let's try it on him. Is there a dressing room?”

“Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. The dressing room got wet with a leak in the
roof. You know with all this rain.. I'm sorry. Do you want to try it
on right here? There are no other customers right now.”

Not believing what he was hearing, Fiona said, “Sure,” in a matter-of-
fact-like tone.

“Strip off all your clothes, baby and make it snappy, unless you want
some other Mumsies to come in and watch you.”

The sales clerk stood there chuckling as Adam tried to delay taking
off his tights for as long as possible.

He took off his tank top and started to unlace one of his sandals,
when he heard two women talking. They were approaching the girl's
department and were headed right for Adam.

“Oh, my. Oh, my. What have we here? A bad boy?” asked one of the women
who was staring at Adam's ass.

“Oh, just a little logistical issue,” said Fiona. “The dressing room
is flooded, so my daughter needs to change right here on the spot.
You're just in time for the show.”

Adam's face turned as bright a red color in his shame as the metallic
red wig that he was wearing.

“Our daughter's are coming over from the NM. They should be here in a
minute. They wouldn't want to miss this,” said the other woman.

The clerk said what Adam was thinking, “Oh, it may not be a good idea
for little girls to watch something like this.”

“Back off, girlie. They're eighteen years old. I think they'd quite
enjoy themselves.”

Adam stared at Fiona, who gave him a stern look.

He slid off the second sandal as the two girls approached and started
giggling.

“Mommy, what's he doing?”

“What's it look like, Ginger? His Mommy is making him strip right here
in a show for us. Gather around. Do you think he's more than a little
ashamed of being made to get naked in front of us?”

“No, I don't. Besides, look at his pecker, Mommy. It's sticking
straight out.”

The two mothers grabbed Adam to hasten his process and one of the
girls tore at the front of his tights tearing them off him and
exposing him front and back to all of them. Totally mortified, Adam
came in a pool before them. He couldn't cover himself, as the two
women held his arms behind him.

Fiona took the tiny children's miniskirt off the hanger and had Adam
slip his feet through the opening at the waist. To him it looked like
only one of his legs would fit through such a small waistline.

When he had both legs in the garment, Fiona and the sales clerk tried
to yank it up and over his outrageous cock. They weren't entirely
successful, but the sales girl asked Fiona if she minded if she
removed the waist tie.
“No, please go ahead.”

Meanwhile, Adam's cock and ass were in complete view of the women and
girls.

Without the tie, the miniskirt slipped up over his privates, but
without the tie, the skirt would start to slip off him.

“We'll take it. Can he wear it over to the camisole section?” asked
Fiona.

“Oh, sure thing, ma'am,” said the clerk.

The women and girls followed them over to the lingerie section and the
sales clerk looked for a bright pink camisole for the poor boy.

Adam wished that he could melt into the carpet or the wall of the
store.

His ass stuck out below the short skirt and his erect cock was the
only thing holding it up at all. If he didn't have a hard-on, his
skirt would drop to his ankles.

Trying on the pink corset, which also barely fit him, Adam's ensemble
was complete. Mini skirt, camisole corset and wig. His Mumsie made him
put on and lace up his sandals while the girls and women all watched
him try and maintain any semblance of decency. He could not. They all
stared and laughed. At one point, his cock shifted and his skirt
slipped down to his knees exposing himself fully again to the crowd.

Once finished and paid in full, Fiona and Adam left to go to the spa.

Adam did not fully comprehend what Fiona had in mind for him, but it
was clear to her.

At the spa, in front of dozens of spa employees and patrons, Adam
would be stripped naked, tied to a teak spa bench and while all of the
women watched, he would have every hair on his body removed with the
very painful, archaic electrolysis process which involves sticking a
needle into each hair follicle and pore and burning out the hair root
so it would never grow back.

By six o'clock that night, he would be as bare as a baby's behind, and
ready to go to the airport to meet his “Aunt Wendy”.

[Adam]

Aaaaah! Women, women everywhere! Nor any drop to drink! Or something - I can't think straight anymore! How do you think it feels to realise that every single second of your life will be spent being gazed upon by women. By women at their most cunning/devious/vengeful/horrific/horny. Truly, they are deadlier than the male, and I will be on the receiving end of it all!

The ultimate stress toy.

Seriously, I - like any straight man - have often imagined being surrounded by females, whether dressed or not. Now, it may be the ultimate in self-indulgence, but you can't deny the vulnerability of being in that situation.

I also liked the fact that Fiona has engineered a situation where my only possible alternatives involve sexual exploitation. It's definitely for the best that I stay with her version though.

[Terri Powell]

Laughing here, Adam!

Besides the female NP proctologist and receptionist/nurse/waiting room women story that Wendy told me about, she just read me a few days back a memory of Jack's where she took him to a Mall - women's store - and although he thought he was there to "approve" of her purchase of undergarments and lingerie for herself, IT WAS HIM WHO HAD TO TRY ON THE PANTIES AND BODYSUITS AND TIGHTS. Truly! As she read through his diary about this, she told me that she remembered that day so well still herself. She had him step into the dressing room after he had picked out sexy things he wanted for her to wear to excite him. She had other things in mind that day. While Wendy held the door open, AND AS THE TWO GIRL CLERKS WATCHED, she made his strip down to NOTHING. Adam, NOTHING. She told the girls he was a cross-dresser. He didn't utter a word, he was sooooooooooooooo embarrassed being naked in front of them and hard as a rock!!! I wish I had been there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then he tried on everything he had selected for Wendy and the girls were sent to fetch larger (and smaller) sizes and other girlish items from around the store.

Jack didn't say in his diary how long this lasted, but Wendy thought it went on for an hour or more. Then she made Jack wear a wig and a tight dress and a extra-small woman's thong out and walk through the Mall slowly with her as she continued window shopping in front of all the crowds. Jack wrote that he never looked up the rest of the day. Wendy confirmed this and that the walk around the Mall "took a long long time".

What a woman! Again, I want her to be my mistress. Hands off, Adam. I saw her first!

Ter

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Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 14:23:10 -0800
From: adamr...@gmail.com
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Subject: Re: A Place to Stay – Shopping Spree

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