Date: Wed, 12 May 1999 23:46:45 EDT

From: Farnorth

Subject: Shopping for Sissy

Shopping for Sissy

By Farnorth

It was President's Day and neither She nor i had to go to work. in the

living room i sat down in my comfortable armchair to read the morning paper.

i rolled up the sleeves of my white shirt. Also, i had on a pair of tan

Dockers, white socks and loafers.

And women's briefs. She kept me in panties all the time, of course. Today

they were lacy white nylon Vanity Fair, size 7.

She walked into the living room wearing a pale green sleeveless blouse, some

comfortably fitting stone washed jeans and sneakers. "Darling, Nordstrom's

will open in an hour. There's a sale on today." There was a mischievous grin

on Her face and i felt a stirring... "I want you to go put on a bra and some

stockings."

"Yes, Mistress." i had an inkling of what was on Her mind but i knew not to

ask what She had planned. in the bedroom i took a pretty white bra from my

drawer. It was designed for those needing an A cup but through the miracle

of modern technology, when i put it on it gave me the hint of a figure, and

even a little cleavage. Also from the dresser i took an old but cherished

white lace Vassarette garter belt and a pair of sheer nylons. i put on the

intimate feminine apparel and stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror

to admire what She had instructed me to wear. i put on my shirt, pants and

loafers and again stood in front of the mirror.

My bra was not glaringly obvious; both it and my shirt were white. But,

depending on how i turned or how the light caught my body, you could see the

outline of something feminine and pretty, And a close look below my pants

cuffs showed my nylon-encased ankles. i returned to the living room where

She was curled up in my chair reading the Metro section. She looked up at

me, noticed the bulge in my pants and smiled.

"Get me a pair of anklets and a pair of short pumps, sweetness."

"Yes, Mistress." i went to our bedroom and took Her black 1-1/2" pumps from

the closet, a pair of ankle-high nylons, and returned to kneel at Her feet

and remove Her sneakers. i carefully slid the nylons onto Her pretty feet

and slipped them into the pumps. She stood.

"Better grab your sweater, dear. I think the bulge in your panties is just

delightful but what will the neighbors think?" i got my blue cardigan and

opened the front door for Her. We held hands as we walked down the driveway

to the car. i was holding the sweater in front of myself with the other hand

so nobody could see my embarrassment.

i opened the car door for Her. My quickened breathing was because i needed

more oxygen, i suppose. i said to Her, "Mistress, You are such a wonderful

Woman."

"of course I am, sweetness." She gave me a light kiss on my cheek before She

sat down and buckled Her seat belt. i closed the door for Her and went

around to my side and got in. my cock was rock hard. She kept it that way

all the way to Nordstrom. Every so often She would lean over and pet me,

matter-of-factly. i knew my place and kept my hands on the wheel. Somehow i

managed to carry on a normal conversation with Her. She was interested in

the new tower building project and the animosity between city hall and the

architects. She had such an insight into the politics of the situation.

Mistress was one very smart Woman, in more ways than one.

When we arrived at the department store i parked away from the entrance. It

was a beautiful day and i knew She liked walking with me along the

tree-lined cobblestone path holding hands. You might have thought i didn't

need my sweater because of the balmy weather but i sure needed it to cover

up my embarrassing erection. Or to cover up the bra beneath my shirt. Or if

i wore it to cover my bra and also leaned way forward maybe somehow nobody

would notice my arousal. i began to feel confused as i so often did when my

wonderful Mistress was inside my head, controlling my life. At that moment i

wanted so badly to go back home with Her and kneel at Her feet and ask to

take off Her shoes and jeans and put my head between Her thighs and worship

Her.

That made me feel so safe, and i knew where i belonged...

She knew what was going through my mind. "Dear, you should have brought two

sweaters, don't you think?" She smiled at me and took my hand as we walked

towards the entrance. i found it hard to look up. Because every so often i

would and sometimes a couple would be whispering to each other and looking

at me and pointing. And i felt so embarrassed. But my penis didn't seem to

be bothered in the least.

As we walked into the lingerie department a saleslady came up and said, "May

I help you?"

"Yes, we'd like to look at nylon briefs, sizes 5 and 7," Mistress replied. i

looked up from the floor to the saleslady. She was looking at my chest and i

thought i saw a trace of amusement on her face as quickly she took in who i

was and who really wore the panties in my family. She resumed her

professional demeanor. i knew Nordstrom employees had a reputation for their

high level of training and helpfulness.

The saleslady took us towards the selections of full-cut panties. As we

passed by the counter i thought i heard a giggle from the two salesgirls

there but i wasn't sure and i couldn't look directly at them. i felt so

embarrassed and humiliated.

Mistress noticed my distress, raised Her hand to my face and lovingly ran

Her fingers down my cheek. "There, there, darling. Everything will be all

right." Mistress and the saleslady exchanged a knowing look. It was so

embarrassing.

The saleslady stood next to the size 7 racks and looked at me. "Now, what

color would we be interested in today?"

"Blues and greens, I think," Mistress said. "Blue is for boys and, well, I

don't think my darling's collection of green undies is in all that good

shape and besides, St. Patrick's Day is coming soon. Here, sweetness, let me

hold your sweater."

My throbbing penis strained to break free of my panties creating an obvious

tent in my pants. And Mistress wanted to take away the only thing i had to

conceal it. "Come, along sweetness. We need to get an idea of how the pretty

new panties will look on you." i was mortified, i was confused, i was so

aroused and yet we were in a public place. i couldn't fall at Mistress'

feet, could i?

But i needed Her so badly. She was so good to me. i wanted to run behind the

racks of intimate, feminine apparel and hide. But i couldn't. Mistress

wouldn't like that.

The saleslady handed me a pair of lacy blue panties with a cute frill all

around the edges (actually, they felt soft and wonderful but i was so

embarrassed i was hardly aware of what i was doing), and she said to

Mistress, "You know, if we move over there to the large mirror, I think

we'll have a better idea of how simply delightful these will look on him. Or

is it 'her'?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter," Mistress laughed. "Why not 'her.' it's Monday, it's

a holiday and 'she' looks so feminine today, don't you think?" Well, the

customer is always right so of course the saleslady agreed with Her. i felt

so embarrassed. if only i could kiss and suckle Mistress' pretty pussy i

know i would have felt safe. i always did. But here i was out in the open

and ... "Darling, where are your manners? Offer to carry the pretty panties

the saleslady is holding over to the mirror."

We went over to the mirror and Mistress made me stand in front of it and

hold pair after pair of the lacy nylon garments up to my hips. The saleslady

kept referring to this pair or that pair and how cute or adorable she just

"knew" they would be on me and giggles were definitely coming from the girls

at the lingerie counter and i just felt so bewildered and ashamed. And hard.

"It really is all right, darling, there's no need to be embarrassed." She

confided in the saleslady, "'She' still hasn't got used to it, poor thing.

Would you get me a half-dozen pairs of size 5 Vanity Fair briefs? Plain

white would be nice, Diaphanique nylon." The saleslady left us to get what

Mistress had ordered.

Mistress moved right up next to me. "What are you thinking, sweetness?" She

whispered. She began to fondle the bulge in my pants.

"i ... i" i had no voice. i couldn't get the words out. i needed Her so

badly. She knew She controlled me body, heart and soul. "Mistress," i

croaked, "Puleeease take me home. i promise i'll be good."

"Of course you will, darling. You are always good. Mistress knows she can

always count on you to do what is needed to give Mistress the time she needs

to make herself beautiful. You do all of the housework and shopping. And you

serve all of Mistress' needs all the time. What more could a woman ask for?"

i was startled as i realized the saleslady had returned and had heard every

word Mistress had said. "Now, sweetness, these six pairs are for you and

these are mine. Please go to the counter and pay for them."

"Yes, Mistress." The saleslady laughed as she heard me address Mistress by

Her proper title. The two women chatted together and followed slowly behind

me as i went to the counter. The two girls at the cash register looked me

over with delight. One of them started ringing up the purchases and then

stopped, saying in a loud, clear voice, "There must be a mistake here. Half

of these panties are size 5 and the other half are size 7."

"It's OK, Shelley," said my saleslady. "There is no mistake." i looked at my

Mistress as i was surrounded by the three strange women. She was enjoying my

discomfort and She blew me a kiss and winked. Mistress is such a sweet and

demure Woman. But also Mistress is pure unadulterated power. She never has

to be obvious about it, but She just is it nonetheless.

The other girl behind the counter stared at me. She couldn't have been

looking at my crotch because i had that pressed hard against the counter.

She was looking higher. "Bras are on sale, too," she said coyly.

"Next week," said Mistress. And as i held the shopping bag filled with the

pretty panties in front of my body, Mistress held my other hand and led me

out. People were looking at me. Mistress held my sweater.

"May i put on my sweater, please Mistress?"

"No darling, it's such a nice day out." It was so embarrassing.

As we drove home She wiggled in Her seat and She smiled at me and i thought

i knew what was coming. When we got back She would make me remove Her shoes

and Her jeans and Her blouse and i would be required to take off my shirt,

pants and loafers and parade around in my bra and lace panties. She might

make me put on a pair of black nylons and heels just to add to my

embarrassment. But it was really not too embarrassing in front of Mistress.

It's just the way things were between us. She was so good to me, you see. i

would do anything for Her. my purpose in life, in fact my only reason for

existence, was to serve Her. i would be required to kneel in front of Her

and begin with little kisses and licks up Her legs, up the soft inside of

Her thighs ...

Mistress always knew what was best for me.