This is part of a short story, if you haven't read the previous chapters, I would encourage you to start with chapter 1 and read them all in order.
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The next weekend had arrived. Part of me was saying break it off with Amy so I don't have to go through with this. Another part of me said I should just say I have to drop something off with my aunt to give to my mom, but did I do either of those things? No. I think it was the part of me that wanted to be tortured. I told Amy my aunt was coming to town and that I should have supper with her. I gambled. It was only our second date; she could have freaked out and said no. I told here this wasn't like meeting my parents. I told her my aunt was more like an older sister, and if she didn't feel comfortable, I would take her out later, but I would really like it if she met my aunt and her friend Stacy. To my surprise, she agreed to do it. I called Stacy and told her to prepare a dinner for us.
She was surprised herself. "This girl must like you if she's willing to meet family already. Doesn't surprise me, you are quite the catch, to bad your nearly neutered though." she said laughing.
I picked up Amy. She was in a pair of tight jeans, a tight sweater, and her leather jacket, god how I loved the cold weather. She was wearing heels, not boots, but nice pumps. God this girl is perfect I remember thinking to myself. We arrived at Stacy's. I didn't know what the hell to expect. My aunt was there, and she got the door. She was in a pair of her knee high boots, a pair I had cum on many times, and if it weren't for the chastity device on my cock, I would have been harder than hell at the sight of those boots. She invited us in. Stacy came out of the kitchen. She was in a pair of awesome pumps also, with a real short skirt. I was surrounded by 3 beautiful women, all of whom I had a sexual connection with on some level or another.
Amy connected with Carla and Stacy immediately. She told them she loved their outfits, and said she really liked my aunt Carla's boots. I suddenly realized why Stacy and Carla wanted to meet her. I was going crazy listening to them, and that's exactly what they wanted. They had so much in common; clothes, even major's in college. It suddenly dawned on me why I liked Amy so much; she was a younger version of my aunt. If my aunt were our age, they would have been hanging out in the dorms together, going to parties, all that girl stuff. Amy was working part time in one of the high-end clothing stores.
As soon as my aunt and Stacy found this out, they said they were going to go shopping there the next day.
Amy floored me when she told them she would give them her employee discount if they would let her wear some of their clothes once in a while.
They said it sounded like fun, but Amy would have to let them wear her clothes sometimes also. I was just sitting there in my own little hell; my cock bursting at the chastity device. I wanted a release so bad I couldn't take it.
When we finished eating, Stacy said "Franky, why don't you clear the table and load the dishwasher and Carla and I will take Amy and see if I have any clothes I want to get rid of. A lot of stuff my ex bought for me, and I don't even want to look at it anymore. They are to expensive to just through away, but perhaps Amy will take some of them for us. Will that be even for your employee discount dear?"
Amy said it sounded like a great idea. I started clearing the table while the girls went to Stacy's room. I heard lots of giggling and almost got scared, but reassured myself that my aunt would not hurt me in that way. I almost wondered if they didn't know Amy ahead of time and were in on this little game of domme and slave. I finished loading the dishwasher, and went in the tv room. Amy came out of Stacy's room in a pair of knee high red leather boots, and a short skirt.
"How does this look?" She asked playfully.
"Amazing." was all I could say.
