She wanted to "break me in "to using heels and eventually as I progressed she wanted all my shoes and boots to be lockable. Marie said this should be no problem and asked Mistress Keera's permission to take me away and measure me up. My Mistress said she would start shopping for herself as Marie took me away to a private fitting room. Once she had completed measurements she set a selection of shoes aside, all made by Boudoir, a well known fetish shoe brand. All were lockable, in that the straps could be fastened in place by small padlocks. She put out six pairs of shoes, three of the same basic style but with two, four and six inch heels. One pair of platform shoes that looked huge to me. One pair of thigh high boots, again high heeled but laced up to a pair of rings which would again take a padlock.
Finally there was one pair of what she called ballet boots, which contorted my feet into an almost impossible and completely unbearable position, Marie told me that they were not really designed for walking but were for "play and fun" I don't know who was going to have the fun but it definitely wasn't going to be me. On our return to Mistress Keera, Marie explained that my foot size was slightly bigger than a size 7 but that the constriction would only add to my overall pleasure. She showed my Mistress her choices and Mistress Keera whistled softly. With the shoes that Mistress Keera had picked out for herself the bill was over four thousand euros. My Mistress gave Marie a healthy cash tip as I watched almost two months income vanish in less than a couple of hours. Marie also gave us the name of a shoe repair place which could adapt some of mistresses cast offs so that they could be altered to lock onto my feet. She said that they had an expert locksmith on the premises too.
So it was we headed for Mr. Currants emporium with yet another list. The elderly proprietor was extremely taken with Mistress Keera and quickly agreed to modify any of her shoes in the manner that Marie had suggested. He was also able to provide a dozen small padlocks with six master keys that would open all twelve. I had to show him a pair of the shoes and one of the chastity devices to enable him to get the size of the padlock hasps right. To my extreme embarrassment old Mr Currant was fascinated by the chastity device, questioning how it was to be fitted and, more interestingly why would anyone want to use one. Mistress Keera explained how it worked and offered to come back and show it in place when it was fitted. She then had Mr. Currant fit me with a few collars, all with the inscription "tinytim Property of Mistress Keera." And on the obverse "If found please phone 083 1000724 or any Garda (Police) Station." Both Mistress Keera and old Mr. Currant found this hilarious and they discussed getting this tattooed onto me. I could not wait to get out of there, even something relatively simple and innocent had turned into a totally demeaning experience for me. I gladly paid the bill and was anxious to get out of there but Mistress Keera made me thank old Mr. Currant profusely and assure him that I would be back to show him all the items that he had supplied us with fitted and in place. Phew, couldn't wait to get out of there.
Our last stop of the day was in Penney's, a Primark store that specialised in "cheap and cheerful " clothing in bright colours. Very much a young persons store but that didn't stop Mistress Keera. Piles of female garments, underwear, mainly thongs and boy shorts, crop tops, tight girly shorts, and lots of little ankle socks, headbands and various other accoutrements. One of the more unusual items that we bought here was ten oversize wooden dice. The ping of the cash registers was the soundtrack to my Sunday.
Finally we were done. Not finished it's just that we ran out of time. I drove Mistress Keera home.
She had me put up two white boards in what was now her bedroom. She wrote Task Board on one and Demerit Board on the other. Then it was back downstairs for an evening of cleaning and cooking. Finally at about 10 pm. She had me go upstairs and stretching me out on the bed she produced a bag of frozen peas which she applied to my little excitement. It shrivelled up to almost nothing as a result of this. She quickly put the smallest ring of the pink CB6000 around my little danglers, fastened the tube to this using the smallest spacers. The "click" of the lock finally confirming my chastity. Then the cuffs were applied through the padlock to and cinched tight to my right wrist while my right wrist was handcuffed to the bedpost and I was stretched into my nighttime position.
"Nighty Night Bitchboy tinytim," as she opened the windows wide and closing the door left me in my chastised misery.
Tinytim spends a second night in humiliating chastity. Mistress Keera spending all his money and is firmly in control. What happens next? Comments and suggestions welcome.
