My Halloween Fantasy: Dressed As a School Girl by simple twist

If you have been reading my Male-Service.com blog, you know that I'm challenging the boys and gurls out there to dress as their fantasies for Halloween. 

My new boy, simple twist, volunteered to dress up as a school girl for a Halloween party this weekend and then to let me share his report with you. I'm very proud of him as this was his first time going out in public dressed!

I'm hoping his report will inspire more of you to take a step outside your normal comfort zone and use the rare opportunity that Halloween gives you to dress as your fantasy - whether it be as a girl, a puppy, a baby - whatever your heart desires. Send your reports to me at: ForMistressMagick *at* yahoo *dot* com, and maybe I'll include them in my blog.

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Mistress Magick,

I decided to dress as a girl for my Halloween party earlier in October, shortly after You had told me that You often make it your Halloween assignment for your boys to dress as their fantasies. You hadn't specifically told me to do it, but I knew it was something You'd like so I decided to do it on my own.
[Good boy! I like a boy who thinks ahead about ways that he might please me. ~ M]

I decided to go as a school girl and started looking online to piece together a costume. I soon found a pink, short plaid skirt, a white blouse, white tights, black high-heeled Mary Janes, and a blonde pigtail wig.

I was afraid of going too far with the costume, as people would begin to wonder how much of this was something I wanted to do even if it wasn't Halloween. I decided the tights and heels would make me look very feminine, but it would be offset by my beard and the campy ridiculousness of the wig.

The big night came, and You were generous enough to arrange your schedule so that I could get dressed for the party on cam for You. I felt very vulnerable dressing for You. My sissy fantasies are the ones I have the hardest time coming to terms with, but it also made me feel very submissive to You when I was on cam dressed like a girl.

I could tell that there was going to be quite a contrast between my lower half and my upper half. From the waist down I looked very feminine, with my legs encased in white tights and given a nice feminine form with the high heels. Above the waist I had a beard and a flat chest, but if I looked any more feminine, I don't think I would have been able to get up the nerve to go out in public.

After checking me out full over, You finally sent me on my way to the party. The first thing I realized that I had underestimated was driving in heels. It was a bit awkward at first, but I got the hang of it within a few blocks. When I arrived at the party, I took a deep breath and walked up to the house. Before I could talk myself out of it, I opened the door and walked in to see all my friends. The initial shock was priceless - no one saw my costume coming! People were even more shocked when they realized that I wasn't only wearing a skirt and tights, but heels as well. Another friend of mine was also dressed as a girl, but he wasn't nearly as feminine as I was. While he was simply a guy wearing a girl's Halloween costume, at least from the waist down I was dressed like a sissy - in a short pink skirt, white tights and shiny black high heel Mary Janes.

Everyone got a kick out of the costume though, and soon I was able to relax, have a drink, and start having fun.

There was one woman at the party who was younger than most of the people there, and she seemed very much pushed out of her comfort zone with me dressed as I was. She couldn't stop staring at me, and whenever she walked by she'd say she couldn't get over how much I looked like a girl. I assume she meant my legs.

One of the girls looked at my shoes and told me that in an hour I'd have regretted wearing them. She wasn't kidding either. After a while my feet began to hurt, but I did my best to keep the heels on for as long as I could. But after being in them for almost 3 hours, I had to make a change. For the last hour that I stayed at the party, I was in my sneakers instead of my heels.

I got home around 1:30am, and decided to stay in my costume and put my heels back on as I relaxed. I ended up laying in bed still wearing everything, and fell asleep that way. It wasn't until I woke up in the early morning that I finally took the shoes and rest of my costume off and got into bed proper.

Going out like this definitely pushed me well out of my comfort zone, but it was thrilling at the same time, and felt good to put myself on the line like that for Your pleasure. I'm glad I was able to make You proud. I joked to a friend the next day that I'd have to keep the shoes handy, and next year I could "go as a French Maid or something". Who knows, maybe that'll happen.

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So noted! ;-) 

Feminization Script #2 by ed cantor

I've been busy moving, so I haven't had an opportunity to record these yet. I'm planning to edit them a bit first, and I'd love feedback from my readers on the parts that work for you and the parts that don't.

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It's morning, my boy, and it's time for you to get ready for your service to me.

Are you used to the routine yet??

The long, hot shower, steaming your flesh to softness, dreaming I might touch you.

Slathering the shaving cream over your chest, your legs, all around your cock and balls.

Sliding the new razor over yourself, removing any stubble that has grown in, itching you, since your last grooming.

It feels strange, doesn't it? Moving that razor so intimately and carefully, knowing the results must hold up to close inspection.

But don't linger too long, you have a lot to do for me. I don't want you too tempted to touch yourself either.

Walk out to the bedroom, ignoring all those disgusting clothes you wear every other day. Go right to that cherished, secret collection of garments.

You're going to dress up for me now. You're going to get all pretty, just to please me.

Your uniform is waiting for you, laid out on your little bed, in the princess room I've made for you in my home.

Yes, there are a lot of pieces to put on today.

First, roll the fishnet stockings up your freshly shaved legs. Be careful, any pulls or rips will result in punishment. You do not want punishment.

They look almost as pretty as I'm sure they feel. Wasn't it worth it now to make sure your legs were nice and smooth for me?

I want the seams straight up the backs of your legs and the lace tops nice and even across your thighs. Nice... perfect...

Now the high heels. I can't wait to have you balancing atop them. Five inch heels should be quite a challenge, but you will just have to get used to them, won't you?

Good.. good... step up onto them... can you reach your toes without bending your knees? A good girl bends only at the waist. Buckle them on. Notice the little locks? Close them.. they don't come off until I choose.

Mnnn... so pretty you are like this already, but we have work to do.

There's a pretty pink plug for your slutty little ass. Yes, that soaked cloth is all the lube you get, so coat it nice... that's right... bend forward... just at the waist, remember, now... push and ease the plug up inside your tight, hungry ass. Mmmm all the way in, until you feel its width stretch into you, and your body grips the
narrow neck....

Ohh... I just know you feel like a slut now, don't you? After all, who else but a sissy slut would be standing there in stockings, heels and an ass-fucking toy?

Next are the cock rings. Yes, rings, with an "s." Do you remember how I like them on you?

First the big one, up over your balls, one at a time... then wriggle that cock through too. Yes, yet it nice and snug around the base there...

Second is the medium ring... around your balls again... do they feel swollen with attention? Yes, get it nice and pretty around them.

Third is the smallest... just over your cock, around that shaft... I bet your cock is already getting happy and thick with attention.

Mmmmm... take a moment now... just appreciate how fully you are decorated and displayed for me...

Next are the panties... I know, they are so small and frilly... but I want you extra pretty today.

They are special in another way too... Yes, you can see it now, can't you? Yes, crotchless panties today. I want your pretty package tugged out through that slit of silk.

Next is your dress... Yes... you can see it now. You pretty black satin french maid's dress... all trimmed out in white lace. Notice the built in petticoat in the skirt, all those layers of frilly ruffles, keeping your skirt poofed out.

That skirt that is so short that I can see your packaged cock dangling there for me. That little length of white ribbon isn't there by accident you know. Tie it around your package for me. A nice pretty bow.... yes...

There's a waist cincher built into the white apron... see that? Yes, lace it tight... around your middle... accentuate your hips for me... Dream of having a sexy sissy figure for your Mistress.

Next are the four cuffs... Yes that is while lace trimming out those leather cuffs.... buckle them securely around your wrists and ankles... Yes, and those are more locks to close and secure for me. Locking yourself up under my control.

A couple more final touches now.... First the perfume. On a whim I chose some of Britney Spears' new fragrance for you. Dab your wrists, your neck, your chest... Mmmmm... what a princess you are...

Lipstick now... Bright red. Get those lips pretty and full and sexy for me. I know boys that call those cock-sucking lips... ha ha...wouldn't you love to prove your devotion to me like that...

Do a good job, or I might sent you for collagen injections, to get you to look more properly like my slutty maid.

Do you feel good now, my maid? You look so pretty. So perfect. Your heels, your stockings, your panties, your dress, your tight waist, your fuckable lips...

I see you are so excited... so aroused... but nothing to do about it yet...

One more thing... a real honour for you...

Yes, you see it don't you? That collar... black leather, trimmed again in white lace... it is perfectly sized for your neck, slave. Put it on with honour. Yes, it locks too.

Take a long look at yourself in the mirror... You are my maid. You are my slave. You are my slut. You are totally and completely mine.

You have two hours, to complete the chores on your list. The bathroom had better be spotless by the time I get home. Every toy should be perfectly cleaned. There's a feather duster for you to use, for all the shelves and furniture. Do the dishes, clean the kitchen, and vacuum the carpet. Be a good maid for me.

When I get home, I want to find you tucked nice and tight under my desk, on your knees, with your wrists crossed behind you, waiting.

I might be home in as little as two hours. I might be home in three hours. Maybe four. You will just wait for me there, ready to serve. Ready to please.

I won't say a word when I come in. I'm just going to have a look at your work, pour myself a drink, and come up to sit at my desk.

I'm going to edge my skirt up and spread my legs.

Then you will get a chance to really do some good work.

Feminization Script #1 by ed cantor

I've asked by boy, ed cantor to write some feminization scripts for me to record. I'll be editing them, and perhaps even making two versions of some of them (one with boy parts and one with a clittie), but I thought you might enjoy reading the original scripts. Your thoughts and feedback are much appreciated.

Here is the first one. Can you imagine hearing my voice, warm breath brushing your ear, as you read it?

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It's me. Your Mistress. You can feel me inside your mind, can't you? You can feel me giving form to your desire, your dream, your fantasy.

I can feel it too. Just how much you want me to take over. How much you need me to make you mine. How much you ache to have me remake you in the form of my choosing.

I'm sure you can see it in your mind, just as clearly as I can. You're standing there in the middle of the room, before me, shifting from one foot to the other. Nervous. Scared. Wanting.

You feel the heat on your cheeks when I tell you to strip. You sense the redness as you obey. Peeling out of your street clothes. Exposing your body and hearing the sounds of my breathing and coos of appreciation.

Yes. I nod when you look up. All of it. Out of those socks and underwear too. I want you stripped. Bare. Ready to be remade.

I gesture with my fingers and you turn for me, your hands behind your head. Letting me see every inch of you.

You want me to make you mine. Totally. A completely new you, every bit of you formed for my pleasure. Should I send you for a long hot shower? To wash every male scent from your body? Shall I have you shave for me? Your face. Your chest. Your legs. Should I have you shave even your cock and balls for me?

You might feel embarrassed standing before me naked and hairless and fresh, but you know it's only beginning.

I've laid out some clothes for you.

Yes, sheer white stockings. So pretty on your freshly shaved legs. The pattern accentuating the curves of your calves. I'll help you with the garter belt, to make sure you put it on right. The clips can be tricky too, but you'll get used to them in time, and with enough practice.

Now, the pretty pink lace panties are next. Feel them on your skin, holding you close and tight. Yes, shaving was the right idea, so you can feel them even more strangely and intimately. Nice and snug.

Ooohh, I can't resist cupping you through them. That's right, I can feel your arousal. You already love this.

You might jump a bit, when I playfully let your garter belt slap against your inner thigh, but I love the sounds you make.

Yes, it might be out of order, but I want you in your high heeled shoes now. I want to see the effect they have on the curves of your legs. They way your posture will tighten up your ass for me. That's right, step up onto them. I know, those four inch heels will take some getting used to, but just like before, practice will make you perfect.

Go ahead, walk a bit for me now. Feel how they affect the way you walk. The way you move. The way your ass moves for me, so pretty in those panties.

Alright, now it's time for the next piece. Yes, isn't it pretty – the bra matches your panties. Look it's a perfect fit. Especially once we slide these breast forms into the cups. I know you always pictured yourself as a big-titted bimbo, so that is what you will be. I believe these fill out the DD cups rather well, don't you? And they will bounce and jiggle quite wonderfully when you move.

Turn around now. Yes, that's it. You'll need to hold on to that bar on the wall, as I'm going to put on your corset now. I'll have to tug quite firmly on its laces, to make it snug. That's it... Yes..that's the way. I'm going to start by taking maybe four inches from your waist measurement to start.

Mmm, yesss, that's perfect. Ooooh, you've got curves for me now. It only makes your panty-clad ass look more delicious, and your boobies look even bigger!

You're going to need my help to get you into the the red latex mini dress I've picked out for you. It's going to hug you so tight, and it will make your new curves just sing! Can you feel it pulling at you, as I zip it up?

Oh yes, you look so pretty. Such a sissy whore you make! What a delightful slut!

The wig now. Yes, the long blond wavy curls are perfect! They are going to set off your bright red lips so well, and your eye shadow is going to be so pretty! Yes, that's right. Make-up is yet another skill that is going to require your attention and practice.

Mmmm.

Walk for me again. Feel those heels on your feet as your ass wiggles.

Feel the way your titties bounce and jiggle. The way your corset holds your posture perfect for me.

Stop right there. Yes, right in front of that full length mirror.

Drink in the sight, like I've been doing.

Your hands are my hands. Reaching under to so-short hemline of that dress.

Stroking your stiff, hungry cock held so tight in those panties.

You can feel my body behind you, pressing up against. Your hands are my hands reaching into those panties and taking firm hold of MY cock.

Stroking for MY pleasure. Feeling you grow in my grip. Feeling you heat up. Feeling you tremble. Your body shaking atop those heels. Looking at yourself.

You are a sissy. You are MY sissy. My pretty little pet. My barbie doll to dress up and then undress and dress up again and again.

You will do whatever I want. You will be my plaything. My pet.

Your hands are my hands, stroking faster and harder and faster again. You want to cum. You can feel the need so powerful. It comes from deep inside you. The thrill at knowing you are already mine so completely.

Yes, feel it.


You are my sissy girl.


The meat in my hands is my cock.

You will serve for my pleasure.


Cum...

Cum for me... Shoot your gooey cum all over that mirror. Spurt thick and hot against it. My hands pumping and stroking, urging every drop from you.

Mmmm

Yesss... feel it... feel me against you, behind you, reaching around to hold MY cock as your body shakes with that last spasm and shot of cum.

Now, on your knees. Lick up that mess. Get nice and close to your
reflection.

Hurry up... the french maid's uniform is next.

Shoe Shopping & Release Report by WP2

I love his cover story for buying the shoes. However, I am sure that they wouldn't have believed it for an instant if I had sent him to buy the shoes in his own size!

I also like the way that he slowed down and edged, once again imagining himself kneeling at my feet, reporting to me on his tasks and finally receiving permission to cum.

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Mistress,

I have purchased the shoes as you instructed, and I thank you for the release that I took on Thursday. I have also paid my fine Mistress which I hope you have received.

I thought it would be fairly straight forward to purchase a pair of similar shoes to those of my colleagues that I handled at the same time when I handled her panties. To make it easier for myself to be able to find a shoe that was similar, I went to an out of town shoe store that carries a wide range of stock. I was aware of my colleague's shoe size, as it was something we have talked about in the past. My feet are quite a large size 11 where as my colleagues shoe size is a very petite size 4.

The shoes I handled were simple black shoes with a small heel. The shoes were quite practical and a ‘classic’ small-heeled black shoe. I arrived at the store and parked outside. Having purchased panties I was experienced in walking with confidence into a women section of a store.

I went into the shop and walked to the women’s section. As I knew the type of shoe I was looking for I didn’t feel as though I was looking like a fish out of water. I walked up and down the aisles of women’s shoes. There were so many to choose from and even though I knew the kind of shoe I was to purchase, it was quite difficult to casually just find a pair. I saw the cashiers were busy with a couple of customers so took the opportunity to look much closer at the shoes. I must have been absorbed in my task, Mistress because an assistant seemed to appear from nowhere and ask if I needed some help. I had not seen her leave the counter and approach me. I explained that I was looking for a pair of size 4 black shoes with a small wedge heel rather than a stiletto without any buckles or similar, just a straight forward pair of shoes.

The assistant pointed me to a range of shoes that seemed like the pair of my colleagues’ shoes that I handled. She then said that if there wasn’t any size 4 shoes of the style I was shopping for that she would look in the stock room for some. She passed a couple of pair to me and I explained that I was buying them for a family member who wasn’t able to get out. The assistant seemed to take that in her stride. I’m sure that she has heard a similar story to that many times before but carried on to assist me. I selected a pair from the several very similar styles of black shoe, size 4 with a small wedge heel and walked with the assistant to the counter. Our conversation was very civil about how long it was to Christmas and that they get busy in the New Year with the sales.

I paid for the shoes. Behind me a couple of customers were waiting and I wondered what they would be thinking if they knew why I was purchasing the shoes. Surely they wondered why a man wearing size 11 sturdy outdoor walking shoes was purchasing a pair of size 4 heels. They would have if they had known I was wearing a pair of black panties. Perhaps they knew, perhaps I was the subject of their conversation when they got to their car, who knows? I quickly left the shop, put the shoes in my car and carried on with my day, thankful that I had completed your instruction, Mistress.

The following day (Thursday) I took advantage of your permission to release. I undressed and took the shoes out of their bag. I had washed the panties that I had previously worn to buy the shoes. As you had given me permission, Mistress to release I made sure that my evening was going to be free from interruptions. I began to masturbate and quickly found myself at full erection with the urge to go for the finish. Realising that I had only one chance I slowed down. I had the panties and shoes on the cabinet next to my bed and relived both purchases and how I had felt in the queue, holding the panties waiting to purchase. I also thought of the conversation in the shoe retailer with the assistant and what she may have been saying to her work colleagues when I had left the shop.

I masturbated as slowly as I could and managed to take myself to the edge 3 times. The temptation to conclude was very hard to resist. The thought in my mind was that I would not be able to release again until you instructed, Mistress and the fact that I have punishments due for my behaviour towards my work colleague to fulfil. After the third edge, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to beat the urge a fourth time so I got off my bed, knelt on the floor with my purchases in front of me. Taking my ‘catching box’ in one hand and my penis in the other I rubbed slowly. This time when I reached the edging point I pushed myself a little more but the inevitable happened. I came into my catching box, imagining Mistress that you were stood behind me, asking me to describe my experience as I purchased both the shoes and panties. I also imagined that you were giving me permission to conclude my act of masturbation but reminding me that further punishments were due for the masturbation I indulged in after talking to my colleague and for masturbating after I had handled her panties and shoes.

I came strongly, not producing the most cum that I ever have but producing a substantive amount that I caught. As I recovered, I imagined you Mistress, still behind me saying that I now had to consume my cum, which I duly did Mistress.

Thank you for the release and for your instructions so far. I realise that I am going to be punished once again Mistress by written lines and expect that the panties and shoes I have purchased will be playing a role in my punishment.

One Day Sunday: Part 3 by debee

One Day Sunday: Part Three

Our next stop was shoes and I was standing in front of the 10’s at a discount shoe store, with our shopping bags in hand and my wife’s hand bag over my shoulder. After considering having me wear just the corset on top, she changed her mind and decided on the tank (it was a coral shade with lace trim), reminding me of my morning comment, that this was not an appropriate time to look slutty. It hid my corset but was clingy and revealed my curves. My waist was further accented by a wide studded belt she bought along with the corset. It hung very loosely around my waist and rested on my hips.

At the moment my wife was in the next aisle. She kept her distance, wanting to watch me. I was ordered to shop on my own. There was a man and woman working sales in this store. I was relieved that the woman offered to help me first. “What are you looking for today?” She was about 35, conservatively dressed. Although I wasn’t entirely “en femme”, few could have doubts as to the kind of shopping I was doing.

“Well, I’m on a mission. I’m told that I look too “nice.” My wife turned into my aisle, pretending to browse. “So I’m looking for something… wicked. You know what I mean?” This was for her eaves-dropping ears, and I watched her suppress a smile. I’d show her slutty.

It had a pleasing effect on my clerk as well. “I know exactly what you mean! A sexy, “come hither” look? How much of a heel do you want? These black pumps are really sexy I think. And we have some really great specials on boots. These over-the-calf leather boots are a bit naughty and are only $40. What size do you wear?”

“Those are naughty,” I agreed. “Sometimes a 10, sometimes an 11, depends.”

“We’ll get both those sizes.”

“Can I find help you find something?” This was the male clerk speaking to my wife.

“I was looking for these in a seven. I see them in 8’s and 9’s, but… “

“7’s are here on the other side. I’m sure we have them. Let’s find you a pair…”

I continued to poke around and browse while I heard my wife pretend to speak under her breath to the salesman. “Can you believe that guy? Weird, huh?” He replied something that I didn’t catch. “Well, I think it’s weird, kinky weird.” Again I couldn’t hear his reply. “I certainly prefer a manly man.” Pause. “If you know what I mean.” They chuckled together.

My sales clerk was also listening to the rude comments and shook her head sympathetically at me. “Some people,” she said quietly and patted me on the arm.

“No worries,” I said cheerfully. “Listen, I’ll be getting into a taller heel, I’m sure, and I have a longer pair of pants here. It’ll be much easier to see what I like in these. But I don’t see a changing room. Is there a place to…?

“No changing room, but you can use the employee restroom. It’s right through that door at the back.”

I’m a girly man, I thought to myself as I changed my jeans. “So own it” I said aloud.

I walked out with three inches of my new jeans dragging on the floor My wife was still being “helped” by the salesman. He was crouched in front of her with a half dozen open shoeboxes littered about them. The man had just said something apparently funny. My wife laughed and playfully shoved her foot against his chest. She slyly winked at me as I quietly stood behind him.

“Let’s try the browns” she said to him and she held out her foot. He held her leg unnecessarily high at the calf and held the shoe out for her. She slowly slid her foot in and turned her foot and leg back and forth with his hand still on her calf. With slow deliberateness, my wife withdrew her leg from his hand and offered him her other foot, and the flirty game of footsie was repeated.

“Do you want to stand and see how they feel?” he asked her.

“No. I want to try those now.”

“My” saleswoman was offering help to a young woman who said she was just looking, and so came back over to me and led me to the next aisle. “I left those sizes for you here. Do you need any more help?”

“Probably, yes please. At least help in the way of advice,” I smiled.

“My favorite kind.” she joked. I sat in a chair and crossed my legs. She watched as I slid my pants up, revealing my stockings.

“Let’s try the 10’s.” I suggested, and bent forward for the box on the floor.

“Let me get that,” and she sat on her heels and opened the box and removed a boot.

“Well! What service.” I said.

“It’s what I do,” she returned cheerfully. She unzipped the instep zipper and held the boot. I pushed my foot into it with effort. “It should be snug,” she offered as she zipped the boot and I stood up.

“The length is just right with those jeans,” she said. “Feel ok?”

“Wonderful. Let me try the other.” When I had them both on I took a few steps back and forth, remembering to “heal to toe” making my hips swing. “Yes, the right length… but I wonder if they look good with pants?”

“Well, they are wasted under pants. I’d wear a skirt. And you’ve got the legs for it.”

“Awe, that’s sweet of you.”

“Seriously, you do. If ya got it, flaunt it, I always say.”

“I don’t have a lot of practice flaunting,” I peered at the name on her employee pin, “Katherine.” She smiled. I sat down. The corset was so stiff that bending at the waist was impossible. To reach the zipper on the boot I needed to bend my knees, keeping them together and bring my ankle to within reach. It was a more graceful, more “ladylike” movement.

Katherine watched me with undisguised interest.

“Those open toed strappies are cute. Could I look at those?”

“Of course,” she said, and reached for a box. “Not a lot of practice? Practice flaunting, or practice in general?”

“Both,” I said. “If by ‘in general’ you mean… this.” Katherine smiled and nodded. “Lets see… “ I pretended to think. “I first started this… um… today.”

“No! Really?”

“Yup. So I’d say… damn.” I was struggling with the tiny buckle on the shoe strap. “This is microscopic. Are they all this way?”

“Let me help”, Katherine said. “Actually, you’re really not expected to unfasten them, usually. The strap is a little stretchy. Just slip it over your heal, like this. Now lets see!”

I stood and walked in front of the mirror. “I know. A skirt with these too, right?”

“If it were me. I’m just saying.”

I paraded a bit more and sat and crossed my legs. “I’ll need to shop for one or two, I guess. You have any tips?”

“You don’t have a skirt? Well getting just one is different than two, if you’re thinking about function. But you also said you look too ‘nice.’ A ‘wicked’ something? What else do you have to go with? Probably not much. You said you just started. Unless you can wear a friend’s clothes. Or a wife’s? Are you partnered? Does she know? Is she the one who thinks you’re too nice? Sorry to pry. Only tell me what you’re comfortable with. This is just so... interesting.”

“Really? Interesting? Or just weird?”

“Both, of course.”

“Well… I could be aloof and coy… But, since you asked! I have no wardrobe beyond what you’ve seen. I do want to look wicked. I do have a partner. Most of her clothes would be too short for me. She does know. She is my wife. And I’m comfortable telling you she’s the one flirting like a bitch in heat with your coworker.” Our conversation, animated enough, was in low tones and didn’t rise above my giggling and chatty wife on the other side of the shelves.

I heard her ask, “Now Carl, be honest. Are these heels too much? To slutty? Stand there and look. Would you date a chick in these or do I look trashy?”

“You could pull it off, I’m sure,” Carl said.

“You think? But they rub my heel. See? Here, feel that…”

Katherine was listening and looking levelly at me. “So,” she said lowly, “is she looking to get fucked? Is this a game you two play?

I shrugged. “Don’t know. All new territory. We’ve never cheated before. But then again, she’s never put me in girly clothes. Until today. I suspect that she’s just fooling around. Having fun leading him on. I know that doing this to me has made her real horny. Almost as much as me.”

“Interesting. So interesting. Still, to tease you with her flirting. Not to mention Carl.” Katherine laughed. “Still want those skirt shopping tips?” I nodded eagerly. “Carl,” she shouted over the shelf, “Now that Kim’s back I’m taking my lunch. Might be a long lunch.” To me, “Let me ring up those boots and we’ll go.”

“You can just… go?” I asked.

“When you’re the manager, yes.” We walked past my wife and Carl on the way to the counter. My wife was standing, bending down pretending to adjust something on a red leather pump she was wearing. “Yes, they make you look trashy, honey”, Katherine told her. “But a nice kind of trashy. We’re going shopping for skirts after we buy these, with your permission of course.”

Without straightening up she said, “fun!” Her sweater was unbuttoned and my wife beater she was wearing hung loosely, giving the kneeling Carl a clear view of her small but perky breasts and he has not pretending to look away. “Sexy, without being slutty, please,” she said over her shoulder to Katherine.

“Got it,” she said and led me to the counter. As I was fishing through “my” purse to find my wallet, my wife joined us.

“I’m getting this,” she said firmly. “A sweet little thing like you doesn’t need money to by your little pretties. Those boots are so hot, Hun! Those heels! You are wearing them out, of course. Look how well you walk in them. Well, you seem born to it.” To Katherine, “You should have seen how Hun slid those thigh highs on for the first time. Born to it. So it’s off to the sale racks like a couple of girlfriends. But, Katherine, if something is just so perfect for our girl here, don’t mind the cost. And one more thing… “ and she pulled Katherine aside out of my hearing and spoke to her in low tones. Katherine nodded and asked one or two questions as if to clarify something. They both occasionally glanced over at me and smiled or laughed. “Ok, then, you two,” my wife said now including me, “I’ll catch up in a bit. Have fun!”

(Check Back Next Week for Part Four)
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