FabGuys.com forum: Charitable Sissy Dresser PART 2

By *aul-C OP TV/TS
5 weeks ago

Winsford

After her spending a little bit of time fixing what I’d messed up she fitted the dress for me and standing back said “Oh yes, now that looks nice” and reaching back to a small table retrieved the heels and told me to put them on.

She actually wolf-whistled me once the slingbacks were in place, they were a little bit tight but I always think they’re so horny and let’s say I’d worn tighter and beggars can’t be choosers

“Would you like to see yourself ?” She asked and without waiting for an answer took me by the hand and led me into the shop where there was a full length mirror, and we actually chatted about how good I looked before a banging on the front door drew our attention.

I was like a rabbit in the headlights but despite being horrified that the man I could see could see me I did as I was told as she firmly told me to “Stay right there” and not to move and “This won’t take a second” as she went and opened the door.

“Come in” she said to the fella, “It must be freezing out there” quickly followed by “I’ll get a pen” - the fella stepped inside rubbing his hands together, and any hopes I had of remaining incognito lasted about two seconds when as she walked passed me with a wink he said “Evening” nodded in my direction and looked me up and down.

Soon she was gliding passed me again and this time although she winked at me she also whispered with a very broad grin “Go in the back if you want but make it look good” - I wasn’t slow in responding but she was on me straight away and told me in no uncertain terms I’d “better be good”.

I sauntered away, enjoyed swishing the dress and even hitched it a bit as I did so flashing a bit of thigh and with heart pounding made it back to the store room. Everything went quiet outside and just as I was getting worried she appeared.

“Well that was exciting wasn’t it ?” She asked and handed me some vintage nylons in a clear bag, and what turned out to be a multi-strap suspender belt asking me if I’d like to put them on. This time my response was tardy and in a mocking way she said “Oh come on dear, get on with it”.

She sat on a stool and gestured for me to get on with it again and made it very clear I needed to take the dress and heels off to do it properly.

Rather self consciously I slipped out of the heels and with a massive bulge in my boxers gulped when she said “They need to come off too!”