Part 4
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My worse fears about attracting attention were confirmed as soon as we set foot in-
side the mall. I was in the wrong colors and definitely over dressed for a hot summer
day. Joan, on the other hand, looked cool and efficient in a light summer dress, no
hosiery and low heels.
So it was I who got the hungry stares from the men, you know, the casual turning of
the head as you pass. As I walked along I could feel the rough panty rubbing be-
tween my legs. It was getting heavier by the minute as I got more and more aroused.
All this had distracted me from where Joan was taking me, one look at the lingerie
store snapped me back to reality.
"Come, dear," she said sweetly, as if I were her niece, "We must improve your foun-
dations wardrobe."
I felt my face blanch and my throat go dry. I knew this store well, especially it's over-
sized changing rooms and the attentive staff that often came in with you to check the
fitting. Normally I didn't mind it but then I wasn't in this special gear either. My mouth
moved to make words but no sound came out. Then Joan grabbed one of my wrists
and physically pulled me into the store.
Fifteen minutes later we were in one of those change rooms. Joan had gathered up
a couple of lace up corsets and some garter belts. She had engaged the attention of
a pert young sales clerk who had made a point of staring at me as soon as she saw
my somehow strange way of walking.
"Strip down to your hosiery dear." Joan said sweetly.
Anyone overhearing her would never guess the evil in her intentions. I felt my hands
begin to tremble. I looked at her, terrified of the sales clerk coming in. I shook my
head, making my eyes do the pleading that was forbidden from my voice.
"You may speak," she said softly, finally.
"Please don't make me do this!" I whispered, trying to sound respectful and contrite
at the same time.
"Do what? dear. I simply don't understand."
"I'm shaved" I whined and felt more than ever like a little girl. "Please, please, don't
let the girl come in!"
I was almost sobbing with fear and shame but Joan didn't react at all.
I took a deep breath and began to fumble with the tiny buttons on my blouse. I was
breathing heavily, trying not to sob out loud. Just then the sales girl came in with an-
other corset.
"This is the heaviest boning we carry, Madam," she said and handed it to Joan. Then
she looked at me. "Is she alright? Is there anything I can do?"
"No, thank you," Joan, said with artificial sadness. "She has a little problem but we're
about to take care of it. Would you please bring us some garters for this corset?"
The girl had caught sight of the open purse and its contents. I felt her staring at me. I
could have died right then. The girl mumbled something and then disappeared.
Somehow I managed to get my blouse off, but my hands were trembling too badly to
manage the button at the back of the skirt. Joan had to unfasten it for me.
"You'd better make this a fast change if you want to be covered by the time she
comes back."
I let the skirt drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Then I fumbled with the garter
belt until it too was loose. There I stood, in seamed stockings and high heels when
the sales clerk strolled right in.
We both gave little gasps, me from embarrassment and her from surprise. Stunned,
we seemed to stare at each other for a few seconds. Then Joan calmly took the
garters from the girl's outstretched hand.
My face felt hot and flushed and I was transfixed by terror, frozen. The girl began to
back out of the room with her mouth hanging open. Soon I could hear excited voices
talking about me.
"Look what you've done!" I blurted out and instantly was sorry for it. Joan's face
showed a flash of smile and then took on that stern facade that I had already
equated with trouble.
"Get on with it!" she hissed. "It's a good thing we brought your little toy along. You
can cope with it for six hours -- starting now!"
I gulped and sobbed but Joan had succeeded in breaking my trance. Tears ran
down my cheeks. I didn't care about my make-up any more. Joan had taken the dildo
out of the bag and was untangling its harness. My rosebud tensed up in fear of its
impending violation. I peeled down my panties and Joan whispered that I was to
kneel on all fours.
It must surely be the most humiliating position there is. I did as she asked, present-
ing my bottom high in the air, ready for its punishment. I watched her shoes pace
around until she was in front of me. The black plastic intruder was presented to my
lips.
"Lick it!" she hissed, "Or do you want me to put it in dry?"
I closed my eyes and licked.
Suddenly she pulled it away and went around behind me again. I was choking with
fear of what it would feel like. Never had I allowed anybody to penetrate me from the
rear in any way. And there was the thought that the sales girl could walk in at any
moment. The seconds dragged by. I dared not turn and look. I stared at the carpet.
Then I felt it, a gentle pressure at first but then opening me, forcing me apart. I re-
membered that the dildo had a bulge near the tip that was wider than the shaft. I bit
my lip and tried to keep myself loose back there but fear made me want to tighten
up. Deeper and deeper it came, parting me more widely that I had ever been before.
I gasped and sobbed but Joan took no notice. I imagined its progress and prayed for
the bulge to pass soon.
Finally I felt the worst was over. There was only the thick, black shaft to distend my
virgin rose bud. It was not as uncomfortable now but the device's steady progress
reminded me with every fraction of an inch that I was being violated. It was all I could
do to hold still while this slow careful rape was being perpetrated on my body.
When I felt Joan fumble with the harness a great rush of breath came out of me. I felt
weak, dirty and shamed. The invader was stuck inside me like a finger pointing to my
sins. Joan tightened the harness slowly, making sure I was away of every strap and
every buckle.
As I got up, I felt the intruder shift a little. It couldn't be ignored. Every little move-
ment reminded me of its presence. I had just pulled my panties into place when the
clerk came back. Silently she began to fumble with my garter belt.
"Put her into this corset and come for me when she's ready," Joan said with authority
and left.
She had chosen her words carefully, the suggested meaning registered on the girl's
face.
The girl loosened the laces and I lifted my arms while she wrapped the heavily
boned garment around my body. Then she started the slow task of passing those
thin strands through the tiny eyelets.
"I'm Carole," she whispered.
I didn't want to talk but I whispered my name.
"It must be awful, I mean, about the dildo."
"You don't know the half of it."
"Is she mean to you?"
I nodded. It was better not to say anything Joan might overhear.
"She wants this tight, you know. Can you stand it? I can adjust it so it looks tighter
than it is."
"She would find out." I said in a choked voice.
"I like the seams."
"That's so I'll get more attention."
Carole knew her stuff when it came to lacing corsets. She pulled and tugged, starting
at the bottom, which gave her ample opportunity to brush my panties. Near the end I
was grunting every time she pulled hard. She attached the garters, stepped back
while I pulled up my stockings and then helped me straighten the seams.
I felt so imprisoned, so bound. Worst of all was the hard plug in my behind that
moved with me, reminding me of Joan and her power over me. I noticed that even
the garters seemed unusually tight when I took a few trial steps. It was hard to
breathe. Carole went to fetch Joan.
Joan did her inspection.
"Good!" she exclaimed. "Perfect. She'll wear it home. We'll take the other corsets
and the garter belts. Have you any stockings, and I mean stockings, like the one's
she's wearing?"
Carole nodded and Joan ordered six pairs.
I took my time getting ready to leave the change room. Miserable as I was from the
restricting corset, my hornyness and the damned plug in my rear, I was more afraid
of facing the sales clerks who must surely have been told about me. I tried to repair
my make-up. Finally there was nothing left to do. I picked up my purse and felt my
knees shake as I stepped back out into the real world.
The only clerk not at the back of the store to get a good look at me was the girl who
had seen my dildo. She was at the cash with Joan. The others stopped their conver-
sation and stared at me. I could feel their eyes searching me for some visible sign of
what they had been told. My lower lip began to tremble. I was close to tears. I saw
Joan watching me, smiling with the satisfaction of torturing me with public exposure.
Part of me wanted to scream but the butt plug was a constant reminder to be good.
Always be a good little girl, Sandy.
