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The Shopping Trip@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


   Jeannette had been a little worried lately.  Allan had been busy at
work for the past few months and had not been paying her as much
attention as she would have liked.  She was beginning to feel a little
insecure of her own femininity and was wondering if Allan might have a
little something on the side.  She herself had been busy at the lab
recently and didn't have much time to take corrective measures, but
now the opportunity presented itself.  She had just completed an
important research paper and finally had some time to herself.  She
felt that an afternoon shopping spree might lift her spirits.

   She had nothing special in mind, so she just wandered from shop to
shop, seeing what was new this season.  Nothing really caught her eye
until she went into a shop offering bridal and formal fashions.  She
saw a little black strapless cocktail dress that had one of the short
"pouf" skirts that had been in fashion recently.  Something about the
dress seemed very sexy. She knew that Allan found certain types of
clothing to be very bondage oriented; the type of style that would make
a woman very aware of her femininity.  Short skirts imposed an obvious
bondage:  the wearer must be constantly alert when sitting to avoid a
lewd display.  High heels certainly restricted a ladies mobility and
forced a very attractive and suggestive posture and gait.  Sheer white
blouses showed varying hints of feminine underwear, which in itself was
a definite bondage device: straps and hooks and elastic designed to
restrict and shape the wearer's figure.  The strapless dress seemed to
combine many elements: the short skirt would reveal Jannette's shapely
legs and make her careful of how she moved; the heavily boned satin
bodice would restrain and mold her breasts to display them perfectly
and the bare shoulders of the strapless gown would give her a feeling
of vulnerability.  A detail she didn't notice at first was a large
satin bow at the small of the back.  It was a very feminine touch and
hinted strongly of being "tied up". As she tried it on, her slave
alter-ego, Jeannette, began to surface.

   The shop clerk interrupted her daydreaming.  "It's a gorgeous dress,
isn't it?  The perfect thing for a party or formal occasion".

   "Oh, yes, it is lovely.  How much is it?"

   "Well, it's really last season's design and we need to make space for
the newer dresses.  It's on sale for $37.99. That's 60% off the regular
price."

   Jeannette began to have an interesting series of thoughts.  "Do you have
it one size smaller?  I'm on a diet and this would be a great incentive
to lost 10 more pounds."  This wasn't exactly true, but Jeannette thought
of
something that might light the Master's fire.

   "Why, yes we do.  Let me get it for you."

   As Jeannette waited for the clerk to return, she wandered around the
store.  As she walked past the accessory section, a pair of shoulder
length black satin gloves caught her eye.  She flashed back to a picture
Allan had shown her in one of the Harmony magazines.  It was a picture
from the 1940's showing Lois Meriden in a strapless gown wearing a pair
of black gloves and bound to a large wooden frame.  Allan had said it
was one of his favorite pictures.  A plan began to fall into place.

   "I'd like a pair of these black gloves, also.  Could I try them on?"


   "Certainly.  They are very elegant, aren't they?"

   As Jeannette pulled the gloves on, the cool satin material gave her goose
bumps.  They were snug and gave her a delicious confined feeling.
"Yes, ummm, I'll take a pair of these also."

   After paying for the purchases, Jeannette headed for the "Wild Pair" shoe

store where Allan would always window shop.  He had jokingly pointed out
a pair of black satin pumps with outrageous heels.  They would be
perfect.

   She went into the store and pretented to browse.  The shoes now had
a strong erotic attraction for her and she became embarrassed.  The
clerk startled her when he asked if he could help.

   "D-d-d-do you have these in a s-s-size 8 1/2?"  She felt humiliated
that she was stuttering.  She felt cheap and trampish asking for such
a blatantly sexy item.  She thought she heard the clerk whispering to
someone in the back room and heard some faint male laughing.

   "This is you're lucky day, ma'am.  The last pair of that style and
just in your size".  She thought she could detect a lecherous tone to
his voice.  "Here, let me help you with them."

   Jeannette wished she had worn pants for her shopping.  When the clerk
lifted her foot onto the little stool to assist with the fitting, she
felt sure he could see up her skirt.

  The shoes had the highest heels she had ever worn.  She guessed they
must be five inches, at least.  They were obviously not designed for
comfort as the toes seemed extremely pointed.  As the clerk slipped the
right shoe on, she could feel her foot being forced into an unfamiliar
arch.  But, they did  fit her.

  "Ummm, I think they will be f-f-fine."

  "You really should try both shoes on, just in case they are cut
differently."

  She felt commanded to obey.  As the clerk put the left shoe on, Jeannette
had a feeling of helplessness.  Walking would be difficult and possibly
painful. "Yes, they both fit.  I'll take them."

  "Get up and walk around.  Make sure they feel OK".  There was a
commanding tone to his voice that she didn't expect from a shoe clerk.
The second clerk came out of the back room.

  Jeannette felt she was on display as she tentatively got up on the shoes.
Most of her weight was carried on the ball of her foot and she felt very
unsteady.  Her toes were pressed together and she could feel her calf
muscles bunching up.

   "Yes, they feel good."

   "Walk to the mirror and let's see how you look".

   "Please, just let me pay for them."

   "Do it, NOW!"

   Jeannette took small tentative steps toward the mirror.  She had some
trouble balancing herself on the impossibly tall heels, but carried out
his command.  She noted the change in her posture - the shoes imposed
a will of their own on her.  She had to admit that they did enhance the
lovely swell of her calf muscles.  She carefully turned and saw the two
clerks leering at her.  She blushed.  Even though she was humiliated and
very uncomfortable, or perhaps because of it, she was experiencing a
pronounced sexual rush.  She prayed the clerks would free her from their
control.

   "OK, Honey, we've seen enough.  That will be $50."  Jeannette was
surprised, since the shoes were marked $29.95.  But she was glad that
they were going to free her and she paid the extra money.  After she
left the store, she went straight to her car and sat there for a half
hour recovering her composure.  Jeannette then drove home and began her
preparations.


                             The Preparations

   Before she began, Jeannette had to make sure that Allan would be home on
time.  Lately he would sometimes work past his normal quitting time and
come home at odd hours.  This made it difficult for Jeannette to plan
dinners and they would often just catch some fast food after Allan got
home.  When she got through to him at the office, he sounded a little
gruff.  She convinced him that she was planning a nice dinner tonight
and got a promise that he would be home on time.

   Having done this, Jeannette began setting up her surprise.  A few months
ago, Allan had built a bondage frame for use in their dressing room.
It had a vertical support made out of 2x4's in the shape of an A.  A
horizontal brace ran perpendicular from the top of the A to the top of
some cabinets where it could be fastened with a lock hasp.  The top
piece was 8' from the floor and had three eye hooks positioned at the
ends and in the middle. Allan had drilled 1/4" holes along the sides of
the A frame so that eye bolts could be inserted to facilitate convenient
attachment points. Another 2x4 could be connected between the center eye
hook of the top brace and a piece of particle board on the floor to make
a sturdy bondage post. The Master had used it once, much to Jeannette's
enjoyment, but hadn't employed it since.  Jeannette located all the pieces
and assembled the device.  She was surprised how difficult it was for
her, and it took about an hour to get everything right.  She had never
put herself in strict bondage before and the thrill of it was making her
nervous and clumsy.  She had decided how she would confine herself and
connected a 6' chain to each of the outer eyehooks.

   To calm herself down, she ran a hot bath.  She could view the bondage
frame from the tub and had a hard time relaxing.  Finally, she got out
and dryed herself off.  She could wait no longer.

   To start her dressing, she choose a lacey white g-string panty.  It
had a very feminine lace panel to cover her pubic region and a simple
white ribbon thong for the back and around her waist.  A special touch
was two pink bows at the sides.  She had chosen it to contrast with the
rest of her outfit.  She next pulled on some black silk hose that Allan
had bought her for Christmas.  They had an interesting top border that
had fine silk laces that could be adjusted to hold them up without a
garter belt.  The laces were an obvious bondage symbol.

   The next item was Jeannette's special black corset.  Jeannette and
her Master had spent a day at the public library some years ago and had
found a book titled "Underwear Through the Ages".  It contained plans
for a 18th century corset that was very strict.  They bought some
heavy black satin and some boning and had constructed the garment.
It could reduce Jeannette's waist by six inches and give her an
appealing posture.  Usually her Master helped her put it on, but
today Jeannette would have to struggle by herself.  It had hooks
and eyes in the front and three sets of laces in the back.  It was
difficult to tighten the laces herself, but she managed.  The result
was as she had planned. The corset top was about 1/3 the way over her
breasts and supported them very well.  Her figure took on a hour-glass
shape which accentuated her flaring hips.  It ended a few inches above
the swell of her pubic mound.  As she had figured, the white lace of
her panty contrasted dramatically with her black stockings and corset.
The exertion of tightening the corset had got her breathing hard and
she felt the implacable grasp of the garment resisting her attempts
to get a deep breath.  She looked and felt very feminine.

   Lei's new black dress was next.  As she had calculated, the corset
allowed her to fit into a smaller size.  Since the whole dress was a
little smaller in all dimensions, it revealed more of her legs and
exposed the swell of her breasts.  The skirt was tight across her hips
and restricted her walking a little.  She could see in the mirror that
she looked incredibly sexy and vulnerable.  She felt as if she was more
exposed than if she had been naked.

   Her new shoes were waiting for her.  She had some trouble putting
them on since the corset prevented her from bending over very much.  She
managed to sit perched on the edge of a chair and forced her feet into
the close confines of the pumps.  She knew she would have to practice
walking a bit before she could complete her work.  Her first steps were
as clumsy as in the shoe store and her memory of the experience came
flooding back.  Determined to learn to use her new shoes, she walked
back and forth across the bedroom and found that if she was careful to
make sure she put both the toe and heel of the shoe down at the same
time, she was more steady.  This technique also imparted a very
pronounced, sexy swing to her hips.  Her feet were adapting to the
unusual height of the shoes and she soon felt more confident.  They were
uncomfortable, but this just seemed to enhance her growing sexual glow.


   Last she donned her new gloves.  They felt just as good as they did
in the store.  She found that the slippery satin bulk on her fingers
made it difficult to pick up items and gave her a heightened sense of
helplessness.  She knew the final steps in her preparation would be made
that much more difficult.  She also felt that her Master would be very
pleased with her plan.

   Even as much as she felt in bondage just with her clothes, she knew
that some real bondage was needed.  She went to the special drawer and
got her studded leather wrist cuffs, a matching black leather collar,
a small padlock and two double snap hooks.  She locked the collar on her
slim neck and studied the effect in the mirror.  It was a snug fit and
sharpened the line of her shoulders and chin.  Standing against a dark
background, the overall effect was striking.  The dress was almost
invisible, with just the top of her breasts and the definition of her
collarbone seemingly floating in space.  The collar visibly separated
her head from her chest.  She felt she looked truly exotic.  She added
the black leather cuffs over her satin gloves and fastened them with the
snap hooks.  The effect of the studs and hooks was like a jeweled
bracelet around her wrists.  She hoped that her Master would take some
Polaroids to preserve her beauty.

   Flushed with her rising excitement, she began her final step into
true helplessness.  She got a short step stool from the kitchen and
placed it beneath the bondage frame.  Carefully, she stepped up on the
stool.  The snap hooks were long enough that she could connect the free
end to the links of the chains.  The chains themselves were hanging
about three feet apart from the horizontal brace of the frame.  She
picked a link on each chain that would force her to stand tautly when
she stepped off the stool.  Carefully she stepped down and found she had
misjudged slightly because her arms were not stretched as tightly as she
wanted.  She could see herself in the full length dressing mirror and
she was surprised.  Even though she could have freed herself by standing
on her tiptoes, she looked gorgeous, maybe even better than Lois Meriden
did 40 years ago.

  Jeannette, determined to give her Master a striking pose, got back up on
the stool and moved the snap hooks up a couple of links.  Heart
pounding, she again stepped off the stool and this time found that she
could only reach the floor by stretching.  The strain felt delicious.
Even by standing on tiptoes she couldn't get enough slack to unhook the
fasteners.  Satisfied with her work, she decided to make it permanent
by kicking the stool away.  She was now a prisoner of her own desires
until her Master got home.

   That thought brought her up short.  She didn't know what time it was!
In her excitement, she had not checked the time and there was no clock
in the room.  She had a sudden moment of panic and tried frantically to
undo the snap hooks but she had been too clever; she could not free
herself.  In her struggles, she lost her footing and momentarily hung
by her wrists. Regaining her balance, she took stock of her situation.
If she relaxed her arm muscles, she could get just enough slack to stand
fully on the floor, but her static weight soon caused her toes to go
numb in her tight pumps. She could ease the discomfort in her feet by
hanging slightly by her wrists, but that soon caused her shoulders to
ache.  She thought about kicking her shoes off to free her pinched toes,
but decided that the towering heels helped take some strain off her
wrists.  Jeannette soon resigned herself to accept her position and wait for
her Master.  It would be a long afternoon.

   She drifted between watching herself in the mirror and worrying about
what would happen if the house caught fire or a burglar broke in.  Jeannette
was amazed at the vision of vulnerability that she had become.  Surely
when her Master got home, he would take instant pity on her and release
her.  The thought buoyed her spirits and helped her accept her reality.
She hung in her bondage with her head against her arm.


                                   Release

   Luckily for Jeannette, Allan came home earlier than usual. It had been
only 45 minutes since Jeannette had confined herself.  Allan was puzzled
that he couldn't smell anything cooking.  He called for Jeannette.

   "Master, please release me."

   The faint call aroused Allan.  The Master went into the bedroom to
determine what was happening.  As he went into the dressing room, a
beautiful sight greeted him.  Jeannette was hanging in the bondage frame he
had built.  She was swaying slightly in the chains that held her.  Tears
were on her cheeks.  The Master walked around the captive and
appreciated her handy work.

   "Master, please let me down."

   "The slave has not been given permission to speak."

   Jeannette looked more beautiful than she had ever looked before.  The
strain of her position was obvious.  Her breasts were almost out of the
the dress, having been pulled up by having her arms raised so high.  He
gently ran his hands up and down her satin-clad arms, causing her to
shiver visibly.  As she shifted her position to take some weight of her
feet, he noticed the erotic shoes she had bought.  He was very
impressed.  Out of curiosity, he slowly ran his hand up her right leg,
past the top of her stocking, up to her lacey panty.  After surveying
that area, he moved his hand higher to the smooth fabric of her corset.
He thought about the discomfort she had been enduring.  His touch had
started Jeannette whimpering.

    The Master decided to reward his slave for her thoughtfulness.  It
was common for him to devise little punishments for Jeannette to heighten
her sexual responses, but it looked like she had already done a good
job of that.  When he had explored her pussy, he had discovered a
sufficient amount of lubricant to indicate she was already highly
aroused.  The Master decided to devote the evening to giving Jeannette as
much pleasure as possible.

   "How did this happen to my slave?"

   "Oh, Master, I was very horny and you have ignored me lately.  I
wanted to get you interested in me, so I devised a punishment for
myself.  I hope my Master approves.  Before you let me down, would you
take some pictures?"

   "You have done very well.  Wait here while I get the camera."

   The Master's command was unfailingly carried out.  Of course it took
more time than it should to get the camera.  The flash attachment
batteries had to be carefully checked.  The existence of film had to be
verified.  Light levels had to be monitored.  All the while, Jeannette's
discomfort grew, but besides increasing the frequency of her moans, she
said nothing.  Soon, the camera was ready.  The Master had Jeannette slump
in her chains, posed her with her head hanging down as if she had passed
out and had her look up imploringly at the chains.  Jeannette enjoyed posing
in bondage.

   As a final pose, the Master thought Jeannette needed to be more turned
on,
to be in a more sexual mood than she currently was.  He went to the
drawer and retrieved a large dildo, her ankle cuffs and two more snap
hooks.  Jeannette looked dreamily at the new implements, but did nothing but
sway in her bondage.  The Master placed a cuff on her left ankle.

   "Please, Master, Jeannette is very tired.  Please let me down."

   "Soon,  But we have a few more pictures to take."

   The Master lifted Jeannette's left foot and pulled it up until her calf
was parallel to the floor, then connected her ankle to the end of the
left chain.  This put Jeannette out of balance and she swayed and pivoted
on her right foot.  It took a few moments for her to regain her balance.
All her weight was now concentrated on her one foot.  Any movement of
her left leg would upset her balance, with the result she was very
unstable.  Carefully, the Master lifted her skirt and pulled her panty
down until her pussy was uncovered.  He then slowly inserted the dildo.
The giant member sliding into her was too much for Jeannette to bear
gracefully.  Her left leg flexed uncontrollably and she twisted and
turned in the bondage frame.  The Master was sure she had reached an
orgasm, or had come very close.  When the dildo was fully inserted, he
pulled her panty back up to hold it in place and lowered her skirt.

   Jeannette now had the look the Master had desired.  She was breathing
heavily and had her eyes closed.  She was still swaying a little bit
and he could see she was moving her left leg to give the dildo some motion.
She seemed lost in a world of her own.  He took a few more pictures.

   Having satisfied the needs of his photography hobby for the time
being, the Master moved to the next phase of his plan.  He first
unhooked Jeannette's ankle from it's confinement and allowed her to regain
her balance once again. Then he went behind her and unfastened her
dress, allowing it to fall to the floor.  The sudden exposure caused
Jeannette to involuntarily try to hide herself, to no avail.  Next he began
to unlace the restrictive corset.  He could hear Jeannette taking deep
breaths as the garment released its hold on her  rib cage.  He went to
the front and unhooked the snaps, allowing it to fall free.  He was
surprised at how hard her nipples seemed.  To verify this, he slowly
nibbled each one in turn, causing Jeannette to squeal in ecstasy.  After
satisfying his curiosity, he reached up and released Jeannette's wrists from

their captivity.  She was unable to support herself after standing for
so long and he carefully lowered her to her knees.  Jeannette gratefully
wrapped her arms around the Master's waist and hugged him for a long
time.  She was much aware of the throbbing erection straining against
his pants.

   "Would my Master like to put on something more comfortable?"

   "Yes, but first it looks like you need to be supported.  You seem
weak from your ordeal."

   Jeannette didn't seem to know what this meant and the Master gave her no
time ask.  He took her recently freed wrists and once again imposed
bondage on them.  He connected them back to the chains while allowing
her to remain on her knees.  This time she was not stretched as tightly
and was almost comfortable.  He, of course, didn't allow her to be
comfortable for long. He took her left ankle, still with its cuff, and
pulled it up towards her thigh and connected it to the end of the chain.
He took the other cuff and secured her right ankle likewise so she was
supported solely on her knees. Since the dressing room had thick carpet,
she would not be in any pain.  She was however, again very unstable and
was not able to balance herself.  With some slack in her arms, she
constantly rocked back and forth, alternately leaning forward and back,
arching one way or the other.  While she busied herself trying to gain
control, the Master went to his closet, undressed and put on his silk
robe.

   When he returned, Jeannette was not better off than before and she seemed
to be getting very aroused.  Her uncontrolled motions seemed to be
causing the dildo to move within her in such a way that she found
pleasing.  Beads of perspiration were visible on her forehead.

   "Master, please help steady me."

   Taking a hint, the Master pulled open his robe and offered his
engorged staff as a means of support.  Jeannette was quick to grasp the
meaning of this, both figuratively and literally.  She leaned forward
and took the Master's cock into her mouth.  He kindly helped her by
holding her head in his hands as she eagerly performed her favorite
ritual.  Much to his surprise, the Master found it impossible to control
his sexual feelings and came after only a few moments of Jeannette's expert
service.  Himself weakened, he sank to his knees and unfastened Jeannette's
bindings.  They both lay on the floor in a passionate embrace.

   After an appropriate interval Jeannette said, "Master, I have a very
strong need that has not yet been satisfied."

   The Master, recognizing his duty, picked Jeannette up and carried her
into
the bedroom.  He gently placed her on the bed and caressed her.  Soon,
she was again moaning in her sexual heat.  He then gently removed her
white lace panty by sliding it off her hips and down her legs.  The
dildo was still firmly embedded in her pussy.  The Master went to the
drawer and removed the four stout leather straps that were to be
employed next.  Each was actually two straps with a roller buckle
connecting them in the middle. Each pair of straps had a snap hook on
one end and a d-ring on the other. The Master connected each strap by
its snap hook to an eye hook on each corner of the bed.  Jeannette still had
her wrist and ankle cuffs on and the Master connected the d-rings of the
straps to the snap hooks on her cuffs. Jeannette was spread-eagled on the
bed.  The Master then used the roller buckles on the straps to stretch
Jeannette's limbs towards the corners of the bed until she was totally
helpless.  She was a picture of perfect symmetry, her black stocking
clad legs matching her black shoulder length gloves.  She had a look of
sexual ecstasy on her face.

   As the Master withdrew the dildo, he thought she might have climaxed
again.  Her breathing was shallow and fast and her writhing seemed
random and uncontrolled.  The final phase was to begin.  He climbed over
the foot of the bed and slowly lowered his face between her spread legs.
As she felt his breath on her clit, she began to moan loudly.  He
suspected that this was not going to take long and, out of mercy,
decided not to prolong her ordeal.  He carefully inserted two fingers
into her wet pussy and gently pressed up against the inside of her
vagina.  This caused Jeannette to arch in pleasure against the Master's
tongue, which went to work lashing her eager clit.  Jeannette's cries became
louder and louder, her writhings became wilder and wilder.  The Master
guessed that she was having a constant orgasm.  After a few minutes, a
spasmodic shudder coursed through her body and she sank back into the
bed, totally spent.

   Her plan had worked.  As her Master released her bonds, she drifted
off into a soft, deep sleep, a very happy slave.

Written by Diana Carroll