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Taking the sluts shopping

... over to Mike, repeating the measuring process. With a few jotted notes, he smiled and headed to the back room. Mike looked up at me, looking a little concerned. “Um, Dave? Master? Heels?” I smiled down at him, “Yes, ‘Michelle’.” I stressed the name. “I think it will be interesting how much I can sissify you before you say, ‘Uncle’.” I chuckled as he blanched. “I won’t make you go to work or the like. It will be mostly around the house, for my amusement, though I might take you on limited outings as Michelle.” He looked down, a sullen, “yes, Master,” coming as Alan returned with several boxes in his hands. Alan sat in front of Mike first, pulling out a boot for my approval. I smiled and nodded. Mike let the salesman remove his shoes and socks, the slide one of the stocking pieces over Mike’s feet before fitting the boots on. They were snug, zipped up the inside of the calf. I chuckled as I saw the buckle and hasp to lock the boot in place. Alan knew exactly what he was doing, and I had to wonder just how often he filled such orders for customers. He looked up and smiled at my nodded approval before moving over to Gail. He pulled a wet wipe from one of the boxes and carefully washed her feet. I wasn’t sure if her shiver was from her treatment or the steel that shifted inside of her with every movement. Once Alan seemed satisfied, he produced several choices for me to look at. I picked an almost Romanesque sandal for her. Alan expertly wove the laces under her ankle cuffs. ...

... Yeah, Alan had some interesting clients. I made Mike keep the boots on and pack his shoes and socks in the box for the boots while I went with Alan to ring up the purchases. As I signed the receipt, the salesman slid a card across the counter. “This shop should be able to provide you with the sizes you’ll need for him.” I thanked him, pocketing the card for a dress shop. I turned and walked toward the front of the store. “Come along, my pets. I need to at least get Gail a dress that won’t show quite as obviously that she is wetter than if she had pissed herself.” I laughed as Gail turned to look in one of the mirrors to see the entire back of her “dress” was dark with her leaked arousal. Alan had already started mopping up the mess in the chair with another wet wipe and some paper towels, chuckling himself. Gail blushed again, looking panicked at me. “Our next stop is the dress store, my dear. The longer you stand here whimpering and cumming, the more people will be in the mall to see. Now let’s get moving.” Sure enough, there were more people wandering the walkways as I led my pets to the other end of the mall from where we entered. The sounds of heels clicking, ball clattering and chiming, and two voices whimpering in humiliation was enough that I had to adjust myself a couple times. When we finally turned into the clothing store, Gail was carrying the bag with the shoe boxes behind her back to hid the wet spot, and both were in as hard a blush as I’d ever seen. Suzette, the ...