CHAPTER TWO - THE MALL I couldn't believe it! Here I was, tied into my car
seat, dressed as a woman for all the world to see. And my wife was driving me
to the shopping mall to shop for clothes to complete my wardrobe. After she
stopped the car in the parking lot, she turned to me and unlocked the collar,
cuffs, and removed the gag from my mouth. "Now, can I trust you to behave in
here, or will I have to really embarrass you? And by behave I mean do
everything I say without question." With a numb feeling in my stomach I said,
"Yes honey, I'll be good." "Wonderful, I know we're going to have a marvelous
time." With that, we got out of the car and walked into the mall. The heels
caused my hips to sway noticeably. She looked at me with a grin and said, "My,
aren't we calling attention to ourselves" and laughed. "Our first stop is at
the beauty parlor. We don't have that much time so today we'll just touch up
your makeup and do your nails. Your hair can wait until tomorrow. I've already
made an appointment for you." We walked into the parlor, and she said, "Hi, I
called earlier for the 'special appointment' for Sheila here." "Hello, I'm
Cindy and everything is ready. Follow me please," as she led us into a back
room. "Please have a seat here." I looked at the chair and then my wife with
some misgivings. "SIT DOWN, you heard the lady," my wife said and shoved me
into the chair. Before I could even recover, she pulled two velcro lined
straps out of her purse and quickly strapped my arms to the armrests,
rendering me completely helpless. "Now sit there quietly, or I'll have to take
further steps." The stylist was trying (not very hard) to cover a big smirk on
her face. "You may begin with her now. I don't think she'll give any trouble.
How long do you think this will take?" "For what you requested, about an hour
and a half." "Good, I'll be back then. I want to do some shopping. If he gives
you any trouble, feel free to take whatever action you think is appropriate."
She then walked out of the store, leaving me alone with the stylist. "You
aren't going to cause me any trouble, are you?" I shook my head no. "Too bad,
I think I would enjoy disciplining and humiliating you." That definitely made
me decide not to resist (As if I could have anyway). "Debbie here is going to
do your nails, and I will be giving you a light makeover. I will have to make
a separate appointment for your hair for tommorrow." She began working on my
face as Debbie began my nails. Sixty minutes later, she was still working on
my face, and Debbie was still working on my hands. "This is a LIGHT makeover?"
I wondered to my myself. How long does it take for a complete job? I really
didn't want to know. At that moment my wife walked in with a shopping bag.
"How are we coming? Oh, that looks just darling." as she grinned at me. She
then bent over and began removing my shoes. "What are you doing honey?" I
asked. "Oh, I didn't think that those shoes were flattering enough so I
dropped into the Wild Pair to find you a prettier set. "I know your just dying
to wear them, but with that corset on I think you'd have an impossible time
trying to bend over to strap them on." That was no understatement! I couldn't
see what the shoes looked like from the angle I was sitting in the chair, but
I could tell they had a much higher heel than the other set. "There!" said
Cindy. "That about finishes you. How are you coming, Debbie?" "Just a few
minutes, to let the last coat dry enough." After about five minutes, she said,
"That about does it. Let's stand up and have a look at you." My wife then
removed the velcro straps, freeing me from the chair. I stood up...and almost
fell down! I looked down at my shoes...they were a pair of cream ankle straps
with at least a 5 inch heel! I could barely stand in them. It was amazing what
a difference an inch and a half made. I then looked in the mirror and almost
didn't recognize myself. It was a beautiful woman staring back back at me. The
skin looked perfectly smooth and the eyes were strikingly highlighted. I
raised my hands to my face, not believing what I was seeing and then noticed
my nails. One inch long and a deep liquid red. My wife smiled at me and said,
"Don't they look lovely, Sheila?" "Y..Yes, they're beautiful...I can't believe
it." As she paid Cindy and we turned to go, she said, "By the way, I asked her
to use a permanent set on they nails. You won't be able to remove them." I
looked down at my hands in shock! How could you hide nails like that? What
would I do at the end of the two weeks? "Let's go, we've got plenty still to
do." As we walked out of the beauty parlor. "Now its time for some clothes
shopping. With a gorgeous bod like you have, we have to get you some 'hot'
outfits to go with them." Our first stop was "The Body Shop". My wife had me
try on countless outfits. She ended up picking out a short black leather skirt
with matching bustier and a white satin minidress with a scooped neckline.
Then she made me pay for the items with MY American Express Card which had my
real name on it. The sales clerk gave me a shocked look and then a big smirk.
My face turned beet red from embarrassment. This continued for about 2 hours.
I must have tried on 40 outfits and purchased at least a dozen. My ribs were
killing me from the constant pressure of the corset and my feet ached from
walking and standing in those incredible heels. "Here we go, one last stop,"
my wife said as we turned into another boutique. "Why don't you have a seat
for a couple of minutes." She didn't have to tell me twice. I sat in the chair
she indicated, releived to get a load off of my feet. I carefully smoothed my
hemline as I sat down (I had learned this lesson the hard way through some
embarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers). I was so tired, I didn't
know what store I was in, and really did not care. One of the clerks came up
behind me and said, "Just sit steady now...." ZAP! There was an intense
burning sensation in my right ear. She held my head with one hand and said,
"Just a few seconds...Hold your head steady..." ZAP! In the other ear. She
then rubbed them with some alcohol and fiddled with each ear for a few
seconds. "There, that does it. You can get up now." I stood up an looked in
the mirror. She had pierced my ears and placed a little gold ball in each of
them. What would I do at the at the end of two weeks? Those holes in my ears
were not going away. "Okay, that finishes us here. Its time for us to go home
and get ready to go out tonight." With that, we walked back towards the car
(slowly, because I was forced to take such short steps in these shoes).

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 As we
got into the car I turned and said, "Honey, this is ridiculus. Look at my
hands; I can't..." SLAP! She slapped me right across the face. She immediately
pulled out a pair of handcuffs, put them on me, and secured them behind me to
the headrest, making me completely helpless. "I can see that you need a lesson
to show you that I mean business. Well, when I'm finished with you, you're
going to beg me to dress you up, take you out, and make you look as pretty and
sexy as possible. I know that you've secretly dreamed about this. Well it's
happening and there is nothing you can do to stop it." "But Honey, don't you
think that this is a little....MMFFFPPHH!" as she popped the gag back in your
mouth. "What were you saying dear, I didn't catch that. Oh well, I guess it
wasn't very important." We pulled away from the mall with me helpless in the
passenger seat, thankful that the tinted windows offered me a little
protection from casual observation. As I began to look around me I realized
that this was not the way home! Where was she taking me? She noticed me
squirming and looking around and said, "Don't know where we're going? Well, as
much as you deserve to be humiliated in public, we are only going to another
store where I have to make a pickup." Whew! what a relief. A relief which
quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped and I looked at where we were. It was
a shop entitled "Exotic Leather Goods. "I need to pick up a few things to
ensure that you learn you lesson properly. Don't do anything naughty while I,m
gone." So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any passers by to see,
trapped in a feminine appearance and clothing. Now that we were stopped, the
tinted windows didn't look nearly dark enough. Suddenly, I saw a man
approaching, walking towards the car. He was casually looking at each of them
as he passed by. Would he notice me through the window? My heart was racing a
mile a minute. Just as it looked as if he would pass by the window, he stopped
and did a double take. HE SAW ME! He stood there looking in the window for
about a minute with a big grin on his face while I tried to become invisible.
Just about that time my wife came up to the car with a bag in her hand.
"Enjoying the view?" She casually asked the man. "Sure am Honey." He replied
with a leer. "Well this is my display model, look but don't touch." With that
she got in the car and drove us away. As she drove us home, she said, "I was
planning to take you out for a nice dinner and dancing, but you are obviously
not ready to do that yet. So, instead I am going to teach you a lesson in
obediance tonight. When I am through with you, you will beg me to dress you up
in sexy outfits so you can show off." Brother, was I in trouble. I was afraid
to even think of what my "lesson" would be. I was sure that it would not be
pleasant. THE LESSON Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned over,
placed the collar around my neck again and connected my wrist cuffs to the
collar. After this she disconnected my hands from the headrest, giving me no
chance to get free. She then reached into her bag, pulled out a leash, and
connected it to the collar. Getting her bag, my wife got out of the car and
came around to my door. I still could not move because I was still strapped in
by the seatbelt. She unhooked it and gave a tug on the leash. "Come along
now," as we walkked into the house. "Now the first thing we need to work on is
this tendency of yours to talk back and question everything I say. After all,
I can't keep that gag in your mouth all the time. Well, perhaps I can at
that." I shook my head violently "NO". "Well, you need to show me about that."
Having said that she pulled what looked like a leather sleeve with some laces
running down the length out of the bag. She then walked out of the room for a
few seconds and returned with several pieces of rope. She then unlocked the
wrist cuffs and had me put my hands behind my back. She then secured them with
the hands facing. Next, she picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms,
securing it with some straps in front of my shoulder, guaranteeing that it
would not come off. Then she began tightening the laces, straightening my arms
and pulling my elbows together until they were about 4 inches apart. This
forced me to pull my shoulders back and arch my back to accomodate the
position of my arms. My arms and shoulders bagan to ache almost immediately.
"My, aren't you the brazen slut." she laughed as she looked at me. I had to
admit that the way my back was arched, did throw out my chest emphasizing my
breasts. Next, she look a long length of rope, tied it to a ring on the sleeve
below my hands and ran it to a hook it the ceiling. That ring! She had me put
that in the ceiling last week for a heavy planter. How long had she been
planting this? A tug on the rope brought me back to the present. As she pulled
in the rope, it forced me to bend at the waist as my arms were raised behind
me towards the ceiling. Tying the rope off onto a doorknob, she commented,
"There, that should keep you. Comfy?" Hardly; I was still in those ridiculus
heels and this position forced all of my weight onto my toes, which were
already in agony. Adding to this, the bent over position made the corset so
tight that I was gasping for breath in tiny pants. I felt like I was going to
pass out. The next thing I know she is pulling my dress up over my waist,
exposing my pantied bottom. Then she pulled the panties down around my ankles.
"Are you ready for your first punishment?" As she fumbled around in the bag.
When I looked, she had pulled out a leather paddle. There was no doubt what
her intended target was. Bound as I was, there was also not a single thing
that I could do about it. SMACK! As she connected right on my bare ass. "I
think that 50 is about right for talking back to your mistress, don't you?"
SMACK! She continued. After about 20, I lost all control and was crying like a
baby. Each stroke seemed to sting more than the one before it. Finally, she
reached 50. My entire behind felt like it was on fire. She then pulled the
panties up and pulled my hem down again. "That was just your first punishment.
I told you that you would not forget this lesson. I'll be back in a little
while. I'm going to take a shower and rest a bit. My arms are tired. Don't go
anywhere." her arms were tired at my ass and thigh's expense. I stood there,
bent over, dreading the next punishment 

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