We were quickly through the checkout and on our way again. Cindy dragging me by the hand toward the mall entrance. "C'mon, lets go. We have some more stops to make and we haven't got much time."
Our next stop was a high-end shoe store just outside the department store. I had lingered outside that same store many a time, admiring the sexy heels on display in the window and imagining myself prancing around in them. As we approached, my wife paused suddenly. Feeling a surge of disappointment, I had to ask, "What's up? Isn't this where we're going?"
"This is it all right. You just go on in. I'll be right there." She grinned and, as I surveyed the store, with the handsome salesman with his perfect, chiseled face, broad shoulders and sparking blue eyes hovering in the men's shoe section and watching me, her intention became clear. "Go now. Over to the mens side," she whispered.
Nervously, I wandered in and started looking at the assortment of mens' loafers, sensing the salesman approaching and feeling a growing tension in my gut. Then he was beside me. With a scowl he greeted me, "Yes..." a pause follower by, "Sir," in the most skeptical of tones. "Can I help you?"
And then, from behind us, in her sweetest voice, Cindy piped up, "She'd like a nice pair of heels. Can you help us?" She smiled her most winning smile. As he eyed her gorgeous body with its short skirt and low-cut top, I could see his expression change as his interest in Cindy won out over his distaste at having to deal with me. As she bent over in front of him, supposedly to look at some shoes low on the display case, he could see her stocking tops and, I'm sure, got a glimpse of her smoothly shaven pussy, I could see that the decision was made and a flush of shame overwhelmed me.
"Well, I'm not supposed to sell shoes to women, but this might kind of be an exception, wouldn't it," giving me a big smirk.
"She'd like something in cream to match her top. And, I think, at least a five inch heel."
As he looked skeptically at her on the latter, she assured him, "Don't worry, she thinks its her big secret but she's been practicing to be a little sissy for a while now. " I was stunned. She knew. How much did she know? Did she know about my whole secret stash. The little ballerina shoes, the six inch heels and everything in between? "You should see her in the six inch heels. She's pretty wobbly but she can get around OK. She can do just fine in the five inchers."
Well, after ten more minutes of her flirting and him leering we finally settled on a gorgeous pair of cream colored stiletto's. I was quietly thrilled at how they showed off my brightly colored toenails. As he prepared the box for our new purchase I started to pull on my loafers Cindy asked, "What are you doing? Put them on. We didn't go through all of this just so you could carry them around in a box." To him, "You can keep the old ones. Throw them out. She won't be needing them again today." Then, with a wink, "Probably never."
As we left the store, me tottering on the unfamiliar heels, he followed, clearly not wanting to let Cindy get away. She grinned and, looking over her shoulder, winked broadly, stage-whispering so that all could hear, "I'll be back. Next time she can wait at home for us." A surge of jealousy washed over me but, as I turned to complain she pulled me forward roughly. "Come on sissy. Look at you. Do you think you're in a position to complain? Just consider yourself lucky if I let you clean us up afterward." As my anger turned to humiliation I turned my glowing face away, wishing I could run and hide but knowing that, despite Cindy's observations, the best I could do would be to wobble away on my new shoes.
The next stop, a fashionable store filled, it seemed, to capacity with teenage girls, was at the other end of the mall. The hike there was filled with, the now familiar, stares and whispered comments, but was otherwise uneventful. Inside, Cindy was all business. After selecting a couple of short skirts in pink, pale blue and black she led me to the changing rooms. In response to the attendant's questioning look she asked, "She's got to try these on," showing the skirts. The attendant laughed a bit but shrugged and opened a room.
Cindy had me try each skirt on and come out to show her. Then, when none fit to here satisfaction, had me stand in the last one outside the changing room while she went to get some more. It seemed like she was gone for hours and the embarrassment of being stared at by a steady stream of teenagers and their mothers was almost more than I could bear. I felt eyes boring into me from all directions and it was all I could do not to run and hide back in the changing room. I knew I couldn't, though. Cindy, I was sure, would find a greater punishment if I did.
Three more to try on followed by two of them for a second time before she chose a cute little hot pink one with a frilly band of lace around the bottom. I knew what was to come and, on my final return to the changing room, removed the tags but put the skirt on. I bundled up my slacks and returned to where Cindy was waiting. As we headed toward the checkout Cindy dragged me aside, to a rack of tiny party style purses. Grabbing a bright pink one, "To match your pretty skirt," she proceeded to empty the pockets of my slacks into it.
Then, after paying for my purchases, it was back into the mall and again, Cindy was dragging me along, almost pulling my off my heels as I stumbled along. "Come on, Baby. Last stop now but we're already late. Come on!"
A few minutes later, after what seemed like a hundred miles in my new heels, we arrived at the day spa the had just recently added in the mall. It was decorated beautifully, mostly in pastels and honey colored wood and featured a two story waterfall. The hostess was gorgeous, with long legs I would die to have and the shortest skirt I had ever seen.
We hurried in, Cindy apologizing for our lateness as we approached the reception counter. "No problem," the hostess replied. "Matt told me about you and told me to call him when you arrived. He said he wanted to help you personally." She winked, and scanned Cindy from head to toe, lingering briefly on her low-cut top and micro skirt. "I think I see why."
She transferred her attention to me, all business. "So this is the one we have the appointment for? Lets get you registered while we wait for Matt. Les'll be your esthetician. He, uh ... has his own way of doing things but I think you'll enjoy it," she said, with an emphasis on the "you,ll", and a broad wink. "I see that we have you down for a full wax with a Hollywood, a pedicure and manicure." I must have looked confused and she looked at me questioningly.
"Uh, Hollywood?"
"Yea, Hollywood." Then, whispering so that the other women in the waiting room wouldn't hear, "Your cock and balls."
"Wha ..."
Cindy broke in, "You'll love it. Its a bit painful at first but its the price of being a sexy girl." Seeing a hint of rebellion she made it clear that there would be no discussion, "You'll do it! I don't want to hear any more about it."
"Ah, here's Matt now," from the hostess. I watched as he swaggered over to us. He was over six feet tall, perfectly proportioned, with a face from a roman statue, slightly curly black hair and intense blue eyes. He wore dove gray suit that fit his broad shoulders and tight body perfectly. There was a substantial bulge at his crotch. He didn't even glance my way, though. His attention was completely on Cindy, looking her up and down, obviously taking in her long legs, great breasts and gorgeous face.
"Hi gorgeous," he said, and finally sparing me a glance, "So this is her, eh. I'm sure Les can do something to make her presentable. Lets get her in and you and I can go somewhere and get to know each other better." With that, he put his arm around Cindy's waist and guided toward one of the rooms in the back, leaving me to follow in their wake.
