1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    some new rules; she'd had me learn how to pseudo-gaff, or tuck, with a tight pair of panties, and I did that for an hour each day, at first. There were walking, and makeup lessons, and bras started being less interesting, because now sometimes I wore little water balloons in them. That started shortly after Heels Day, and I'd been doing it for at least a week before she showed up in my office, right after my Tuesday morning 8:00. It was 9:30 or so. &#034You don't have office hours until one, do you?&#034 she asked, coming to sit on the edge of my desk. &#034No, why?&#034 She got up, locked the door, and came back. &#034Because you're almost ready for an outing.&#034 I paled. I'd been thinking about it, but it seemed like a truly enormous step. &#034For that, I want you to have a dress that's perfect -- everything new, in fact. What I'd really like is to get you a corset. But that means you try things on. *Everything.&#034* &#034Nancy!&#034 I objected. &#034You *know* I can't do that! What if somebody from school saw me? I think all the cashiers are students!&#034 &#034No they aren't,&#034 she assured me. &#034It's really perfectly safe. There's a store that sells exotic lingerie in the mall at the north end of town. Hardly anybody from the University ever goes that far. We can get you a corset there. We'll do the rest of the shopping there as well. Tuesday mornings are a really quiet time for shoppers. You'll see.&#034 &#034Oh, come on! You can't be serious!&#034 &#034Lee, ...
    you know I'm being serious, and you know that sooner or later you'll give in. Don't you?&#034 I blushed furiously, and looked away. &#034The only question is whether you want to try to pass for femme while we're shopping, or whether you'd rather wear what you've got on now.&#034 Which explains why, ten minutes later, I was in the back seat of Nancy's car, pulling on the pink skirt. She'd brought earrings, my makeup, one of my bras, and the water balloons, too. The skirt and heels came from my office; I folded pants and jacket and laid them aside. Blouse, panties, and hose I wore every day. When we got there, she fixed my makeup slightly, and let me hold her hand, crushingly, sweatingly, as we walked inside. I suspect I looked terrified. First stop: the lingerie shop. Corsets, to fit right, have to be actually fitted. So I expected to be discovered there. Nancy told the saleslady that I'd lost a bet to her, and then wandered off while I was being fitted in a back room. When I came out, wearing what I'd worn in, though, she frowned, told the saleslady I wanted to wear the corset home, and then, perfectly openly, handed me a pair of panties she'd just bought, with a matching tap pant and camisole. &#034Tuck, while you're at it,&#034 she told me. And before I could even turn away from the amused grin on the cashier's face, she handed me a pair of thigh high stockings as well. It took me a while to come back out. The panties were high-cut, a size too small (that was deliberate) and ...
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