Author's note
: The story thus far: On a cold Thanksgiving Eve, under the direction of Jim, Soma is being passed from man to man on a sensual shopping spree. Before handing him off to the first man, Jim made Soma insert a remote controlled vibrating butt plug. Each one has taken him to a different store and bought him an item of women's clothing which he has to wear for the duration of the experience: crotchless fishnet pantyhose, a thong panty and a bralette. In return, Soma has to pleasure each man orally. After an intense encounter at a shoe store, Gordon buys him a pair of flats and ravishes Soma's feet through the open insteps. After being fed his fifth load of the afternoon, Soma has fallen asleep under a blanket, cold and exhausted, in the back of the van owned by the next man.
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The next thing I remembered was a hand gently stroking my hair and cheek. I moaned softly, feeling the warmth and comfort. Then, my eyes snapped open and I realized what had happened.
"I'm so sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"That's OK, Soma. You looked so peaceful and cute there, I didn't have the heart to wake you up. I must say, you're a sound sleeper: we're here at our destination and you slept through the traffic. And, in case you were wondering, I'm Fred."
His voice was a comforting baritone. His body suited it perfectly. He was the epitome of the distinguished gentleman. His hair was pure white and sat atop a face that was lined with wisdom, not debauchery. His smile was warm and his eyes...his eyes were deep blue and reflected kindness and something else I couldn't identify...something wistful.
"I didn't realize how tired I am. Thank you for letting me nap, Sir."
"I can imagine you've been through a lot today. Gordon told me a bit about your experience in the shoe store. I'm truly sorry you have to put up with people like that."
"C'est la vie, Sir. Frankly, I'm surprised there hasn't been more of that kind of reaction."
"You've lived here long enough to know this area is, over all, reasonably tolerant. Here, sit up a bit and get your bearings. Did anyone tell you how cute you are when you wake up?"
"No, Sir, not recently."
I sat up with the blanket still wrapped around me and Fred joined me on the bench seat. He put his arm around my shoulders for a hug and I saw he was a head taller than me and in good shape, much better shape than I was. He squeezed my shoulder, lifted my chin up, and looked like he wanted to lean in. I was definitely not looking for a kiss, but I didn't want to be rude, so I merely looked at him expectantly.
"Nothing personal, Soma, but you might want this," he said, handing me two pieces of mint gum. I blushed, and took them from him. He smiled at me, letting me know he found my post-nap cum breath as cute as he found me, though how he found either appealing was beyond me.
We sat quietly for a few minutes, as I chewed my breath fresh and adjusted to my new surroundings. I looked out the front window and saw we were back at the beginning of my journey, the same adult boutique where Jim had bought me my fishnet crotchless pantyhose and the butt plug which had become a part of me I now took for granted.
"Before we go into the store, I'd like you to put these on," he said, pointing at the sandals with the four inch heels Gordon had chosen for me and that had made their way to the floor in front of me.
I looked up at him quizzically. "Are you sure, Sir? Everyone in the store will see them and know what's under my clothes. What if someone takes a picture? I don't want to be someone's TikTok video."
Fred placed two fingers on my lips. "Shh, Soma. I know you're worried about being exposed, but look outside. It's already getting dark and the parking lot isn't exactly packed. Do you really think anyone's going to be looking at your shoes?"
"No, Sir," I replied slowly, still not sure about this. "But what about when I'm inside?"
"When you're inside, if anyone is looking at the shoes you're wearing now, do you really think they're going to think they're brogues? Besides, I suspect folks who visit this establishment are used to...more creative attire, shall we say?"
"I suppose you're right, Sir," I sighed, "At this point, it probably won't matter."
"That's the spirit, Soma! And," he added, taking my face in his hands and drilling his eyes into mine, "I want you to know that I'll be with you every step of the way and won't let anything bad happen to you, and I definitely won't let anyone film you. You have my word."
How he could make that promise, I had no way of knowing. But, somehow, I knew I would be safe with him.
He kept my face in his hands and our eyes locked as I kicked off the wedges and slid my feet into the heels. It was awkward trying to maneuver without seeing what I was doing, but I could't pull away from his gaze, even if I wanted. He was narrowing my universe to his presence. I remembered staring down the bigot in the shoe store and realized Fred was establishing his dominance over me. Surprisingly, I didn't mind.
I managed to buckle the straps and turned my ankles as best I could, doing my best vamp imitation. Fred broke his gaze and whistled his approval at my stockinged legs. His smile brought a glow to me: I really wanted him to approve.
Get a hold of yourself, Soma. This is a bit of oral fun, not a romance. You like men for their cocks and nothing else, remember? You're just exhausted from the afternoon's events and are experiencing a bit of Stockholm Syndrome. Get your act together.
"Do you like them, Sir?"
"Very much so, Soma," he said, pulling the blanket off me and giving me the once over. "You're quite the looker."
"I've never been accused of that, Sir."
"Well, I'm accusing you of that and I think my judgement is sound. Moreover, I'm accusing you of being a bright, sensual, intelligent man who is finally getting to show the world how very special he is."
"You're making me blush, Sir, but thank you for trying to make me feel good about how I look."
"I'm not flattering you, Soma. I'm only stating self-evident truths about a very special person."
"Damn, Sir, you're giving me goose bumps. Are you trying to seduce me?"
"And if I was, how would you say I was doing?"
"I can't honestly say. However, given that I don't think of men that way and I can't honestly say how you're doing, I guess you must be doing a pretty good job."
His fingertips moved up to my neck and I gasped with pleasure as he stroked my vein. I could not draw my eyes away from him. I was getting in way over my head and needed to get this back to a cocksucking adventure quickly.
"It's getting late, Sir, and the store will be closing soon. May I have my pants and shirt?"
"Do you trust me to take care of you, Soma?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, wondering where this was going, but not caring for the loaded question.
"I'm glad you do, Soma. You won't need your shirt and pants. Here's your jacket. Put it on and we'll go in."
It had gone exactly where I feared it would and I pulled away in shock.
I had a feeling that would happen, but I didn't protest like I knew I should. After all, the heels were a dead giveaway anyway, and my jacket went down almost to the bottom of my tush. As long as I walked carefully and didn't bend over, I should be able to avoid arrest. I did a quick check of my tuck, sighed and put on my jacket, zipping it up to the top of my neck.
Fred opened the van door and my legs started chilling from the wind. He stepped out, took my hands in his and helped me out of the van. Then, his arm in mine, he walked me to the boutique door. Like the perfect gentleman, he held the door open for me and I walked in, momentarily unsteady on the four inch heels, but getting my balance quickly (hooray for muscle memory).
I was surprised and relieved to see we were the only customers. I was unsurprised to be greeted by the same saleslady.
"Hello, again, Soma. I'm glad you've come back so soon. Those heels look great with the stockings. Are you back for more clothing?"
"He needs a kimono to go with his new outfit," said Fred, unzipping my jacket and removing it from my unresisting arms. He held me by my shoulders and showed me off to the saleslady. I was burning with embarrassment and shame. How dare he expose my hairy, flabby body to this woman? I suddenly realized just how ridiculous I looked. Had Fred not been holding my shoulders, I would have fled the store.
You are not going to cry. You are NOT going to cry.
She looked at my patchwork ensemble: black crotchless fishnet panty hose, a blue thong with an embroidered rose (and which held my now completely shriveled cock in an easy tuck), a dark blue bralette that pushed my man boobs together but emphasized the hair on my chest and, of course, the sandals that put me forward on display. She walked around me, looking me up and down. I tightened my tush, once again irrationally desperate to keep the plug from falling out.
"I love what you've done here, Soma. You have an eye for what works together. Obviously, it's not as nice as what we could put together for you, but, on you, it works. I'll bet you made someone very happy. You carry yourself like a proper lady."
Was she lying to get more sales? Was she making fun of me? I didn't know, but at that moment, I didn't care. She said exactly what I needed to hear and I felt the tears on my cheeks.
