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It was her favorite store. The feitsh store on the corner. All her free time was spent there. All of my excess income also went there. It was a warm saturday and she talked me into shopping with her. I wasnt in the mood but there were some things she wanted me to try on so I decided to go.

We walked hand in hand into the store, her hand gripping mine tighter than ever, almost like a little kid entering a candy store.

Instantly I was pulled over to the back corner where there were an assortment of straitjackets. All types of material. Leather, rubber, pvc, spandex. I was feeling several of the different types as she pulled down a red rubber one and asked if she could try it on me.

I felt the material and the rubber felt nice. The inside was fleece lined and was very soft. I tried talking her out of it, but not hard enough to convince even myself, much less her.

I saw the broad smile as she led me over to the dressing room area with me in one hand and the jacket in the other. She had me remove my shirt as the jacket was pulled over my head. It felt wonderful. So soft. Yet so secure without her having even tightened anything. “It’ll do”, I said as she continued fiddling with the straps. She crossed them in front of me and spun me around and started tightening them in the back. “Mmmm... Sure is tight. Can we go now?” I asked as she continued to ignore me and kept on pulling and pulling.

She reached down between my legs and found the strap hanging from the front and moved it through my legs, noticing the bulge in my pants as she did so. “You hate this, dont you?”, she laughed as she started tightening the strap that ran from front to back. Tighter and tighter she pulled until I felt her fastening it through the straps in the back.

“Now, squirm for me my love”, she purred into my ear as I started to struggle slightly with the jacket. “Oh, you’ll have to do better than that”, she said as she bounded back out into the store leaving me to test the firmness of the rubber. I was already convinced we were going to buy this, but she had other plans.

As she returned to the dressing room I started to tell her that the jacket was perfect and I wanted to buy it. She smiled and started to tell me about some of the other things she was interested in without as much as listening to me stammer about how tight the jacket was.

While she continued to talk about a latex dress that she was interested in, she reached over and grabbed this deluxe looking ballgag with straps everywhere. Without as missing a breath she started putting the contraption on my head as I tried slightly to prevent her from doing so.

She grabbed my hair and pulled hard and snarled at me “On your knees SLAVE! How dare you try to prevent me from letting me do as I please.” She held steady to my hair until I started to bend down at which time she pulled *hard* forcing me all the way to my knees.

I started to stammer an apology which lasted all of three seconds before the ball was deep in my mouth and she was working on all the straps. They crosscrossed everywhere and went up the front of my face down the back of my head where the all seemed to meet. She started to fasten them, pulling this way and that and my head started to feel as though it were in a vice.

“That should keep you quiet while I find some other toys”, she said as she wandered off again.

I started to worry. I could see other people in the store so I assumed they could see me although I was in the back off to the side. But on my knees wearing a straitjacket and gag/harness wasnt really a normal sight.

She returned smiling, which was always bad news for me, carrying a large bag. She had me stand and led me back into one of the enclosed areas of the dressing room.

She unfastened the crotchstrap from the back and I thought for a second that she was going to undo me. I was wrong. She removed my shoes and pants and just smiled at me and my erection. “Dont you look just adorable?” she said as she dropped to her knees and started to lick my growing penis.

After several minutes I began to moan and she suddenly stopped, again smiling as she stood. “Now, we need to get you dressed.” She slid on a pair of latex panties which further frustrated my erection. She also slid a pair of shiny black nylons up my legs and again stood back and admired her handiwork.

Out of the bag next was the micro mini skirt that barely covered the stocking tops. I groaned realizing she was dressing me totally and there had to be a reason for it. “Oh dont worry”, she said sarcastically, “once I refasten that crotchstrap your stocking tops will be quite visible.”

Which she did. She pulled harder and harder on the strap hanging from the bottom of the straitjacket and fastened it in the back. The strap pulled up the bottom of the already short skirt revealing the tops of the stockings and the bottom of the latex panties.

“Now for my favorite accessory..”, she said to herself as she produced a pair of sky high ballet shoes that had to have 8” heels on them. I laughed knowing I could never stand in them, much less walk. She smiled at my laugh as if reading my mind and said “Dont worry, you’ll get plenty of practice.”

She locked the shoes on my feet and it was all I could do to just stand there and not fall over. I groaned and murmered behind the gag.

“This just wont do”, she said as she left once again and quickly returned holding a wide leather collar and a leash.

After fastening the collar and leash on me she again started out of the dressing room with me behind her trying to walk. Each step was an adventure. As we turned the corner to where the main part of the store was, I noticed that three girls who just entered the store were coworkers of mine. I stopped and started making loud grunts behing the gag.

She stopped, looked at me and then out to the store and noticed the girls and got the widest grin I’ve ever seen on her face. “This is too good to pass up.”

She walked me back to the dressing room, to which I was very thankful, and had me stand against the back of one of the small private rooms. She took the leash and fastened it to the hook in the wall that one would use to hang up any clothes they were trying on. And then she left, pulling the door shut behind her.

The door had a mirror on the back of it and I was faced with my reflection which brought my already hard penis to an even harder state. I stared at myself, wearing the deluxe ballgag and trainer, thick leather collar, rubber straitjacket, a short skirt that was pulled up so that I could see my latex panties, black stockings and to top it off, ballet heels.

I was a sight. Suddenly I heard her talking to at least one of the girls from work, “Sure, this lace bra would be perfect. You should try it on.”

I realized that she was giving them advice. Makes sense. After all, she was the queen of lingerie. Then it donned on me at the same time she said it. “Try it on in the back. Use the middle stall. I was just in there and its empty.”

I panicked. I was in the middle stall.





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