Under Her Thumb - ?

I’m purposely not keeping to any posting schedule anymore, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait extra long for the next installment of Under Her Thumb.  I read through my newest chapter and hated every bit of it, so I deleted the entire thing.  I’ll have to start from scratch on this chapter as soon as I find a new direction to take it.  Sorry. 

Under Her Thumb - 6

 

Under Her Thumb – 6

By Karen Singer

 

 

His body had a need.  A want.  A huge desire.  All of it amounting to a constant state of discomfort.

All he could remember of her visit the day before, was pain.  There was no question in his mind that today he would follow her wishes to the letter – no matter what!  Discomfort was better than pain any day.  Before yesterday, he hadn’t been worried in the least about her consequences.  They had been nothing but empty threats to try and get him to do what she wanted.  Now, he knew better.  Her consequences weren’t empty threats at all.  They were painfully real!

The blue plastic that coated his cock and balls wasn’t exactly uncomfortable.  In fact, if he was lucky, he could ignore it completely and not even feel it…for a while.  But he supposed it was still too new for him to ignore it that much.

The biggest problem with it was that it was tight!  Very tight.  He’d do anything to be able to loosen the entire thing up a bit.  But of course, that was impossible.

The other minor little problem he had with it, was peeing.  Oh, he could pee standing up with it just fine as long as he wasn’t wearing any pants, but since it was all one big blob where he couldn’t separate his cock from his balls, and his balls were a lot bigger than his cock in there, he couldn’t manage to get his cock out through the fly of his pants.  There was just no pulling any of it out and away from his body at all.  He was stuck either pulling his pants and underwear completely down to stand up and pee, or of course, do the same thing and sit.  Either way, he already knew that using a urinal at work, or anywhere else, was going to be out until he could get the damn thing off.  If it was even possible to get it off.  It wasn’t like there was any kind of lock on the thing.  It was all one piece.  Solid.  And it was attached…to him!

How long did she intend on making him wear the damn thing?  He was afraid to ask.  Almost.  That was one of the biggest questions he intended on asking her.  That is, if she allowed him to ask any questions at all today.

She was coming again today.  Two o’clock.  That thought would have delighted him to no end before yesterday.  But today, he was simply scared.  And that was despite the fact that she had told him that today would be nothing but fun.  Somehow, he doubted that very much.  Well, he had to admit, deep down, he was probably going to love it, and hate it at the same time.  Still, he was scared.

What would she make him do today?  He could only imagine.  In fact, if she did any of the things he was imagining, he would be in absolute heaven today.  Except that some of those things he was imagining might be outside of his apartment, and those things would be nothing but pure hell instead.  He could only hope he’d be staying home.  He already had nail polish.  He already had stockings.  What more could she want?

He had no doubt she would probably make him play with himself today…after he wet his pants.  Like always.  Play with himself, just to get the point across that he couldn’t play with himself.  Not and get any kind of real fun.

He squeezed with his hand around his cock once again.  He had been sitting there for a long time now with his hand down inside his pants, playing with himself.  Squeezing the damn thing.  It was a useless exercise, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.  The problem there was the same as with peeing.  He couldn’t separate his cock from his balls, and since she had shrunk his cock with the ice water before she put that plastic prison on him, his cock was still tiny inside there.  Squeezing his cock meant squeezing his balls at the same time.  And that was painful.  Still, he couldn’t seem to help himself.  He’d never let her know that of course.  But then, he was only doing it because he had a need.  A want.  A need for sexual releasee he couldn’t seem to get.

How long would he be stuck in the thing?

He glanced at the clock.  Almost two.  He pulled his hand out of his pants and hurried to the bathroom where he washed his hands so she wouldn’t smell anything from what he had been doing inside his pants.  His bathroom smelled a little like that bath junk she had told him to put in it.  So did he.  How long before that stuff wore off, so he didn’t smell like it anymore?  Hopefully, not too long.

He glanced down at his feet.  The red nail polish was clearly visible through his hose.  Stockings again today.  He had been tempted to try something different with the pantyhose instead, but he had decided to stick with the separate stockings.  The problem there was that he had to keep pulling them up once in a while.  Maybe the pantyhose would have been better…if they didn’t fall down like the stockings did.

The red nail polish on his fingers simply couldn’t be missed.  He still wasn’t used to seeing that red color flash around him every time he did anything at all with his hands…except stick them down inside his pants.

He was startled by the knock at his door.  He was expecting another phone call.  He was expecting to have to lie on the floor again before she came in.  He hurried to answer the door.  He opened it and….

“Well, hello there Jozy,” she said.

He was staring at her face…except, he couldn’t see her face.  She was wearing a pink wig and a COVID mask.  Why hadn’t she bothered to wear that yesterday?  He didn’t know what to call her.  Mistress?  But she had never said.  “Hello,” he replied and backed up to let her in.  As she came in, he could see the way she was looking him over.  Behind that mask, he couldn’t tell if she was smiling or not.  He just didn’t want to get punished.  After yesterday, he’d do almost anything to avoid that.

With the door closed behind her, he stood there while she walked all around him.  He couldn’t help but notice that unlike yesterday, today she was wearing a short dress, stockings, and high heels.  She had a large purse slung over her arm.  His eyes tried to follow her legs, but they soon disappeared as she walked around behind him.

He felt her head leaning over his shoulder so she could whisper in his ear.  “Have you had any fun since yesterday?” she asked.

“Fun?  I can’t!”

She laughed.  “How much have you tried?”

“Some,” he admitted.  He’d never tell her that there had been many times his hand had wound up down the front of his pants before he realized what he was doing.

“Did you try it wetting your pants too?”

“Once,” he admitted.

“Hm!” she said, sounding amused.  “Is it nice to be able to see the pretty red nail polish through your hose again?  Is it nice to see how pretty your legs are again?”

“Yes,” he admitted.  He was going to leave it at that, but he didn’t.  “It’s just that…”  But he stopped, not sure he should continue.

“It’s just what?” she asked.

No sense not telling her.  “It’s just that…I want to see my legs when I do it.  Or try to do it now, since I really can’t do it.  With my pants on, I can’t see my legs.  Just my feet.”

“Oh,” she replied as she continued to walk around him.  “Now that’s an interesting little problem.  One we’re going to have to look into a bit further.  Soon.  But not today,” she told him.  “In the meantime….”  She leaned in close to his ear and whispered.  “Do you have any short pants?  Try those.  Later, we’ll try to figure out something…better.”

“What?”

She backed away.  “Who knows.  The shorts was just a suggestion.  I know how much you love wetting your pants.  I wonder if it will be better for you wearing long pants or short pants.  But that’s not on the menu for today.”

“Uh…what is?” he asked.

“Why Jozy.  What a question.  More things to make your legs look better of course.”

“More?”

“Yes!”

“Like what?”

Beneath her mask she was smiling evilly.  “We’ll just have to see.  Won’t we.”  She backed away from him a bit.  “Now…first things first,” she told him.  Go put your shoes on.  We’re going out.”

“Out?”

“Yes!  Of course.  I’ve got a fun day lined up for us, so no time to dawdle.  Shoes Jozy.  Let’s go.”

“But…I don’t want to go out?”

She slowly moved right into his face.  “Jozy.  Tell me honestly.  Do you really think what you want matters to me at all?  Or would you rather we did a repeat of yesterday instead.  And trust me, I’ve got lots of other fun games we can play like I did yesterday.  Not to mention, you’ve still got two more consequences we need to take care of.  Or did you want to make it three again?”

All Joe could think about was how horrible yesterday had been, and all the pain he had been forced to endure.  Not to mention, his cock and balls where now fixed in such a way that even peeing was a major hassle…let alone getting any pleasure down there.  “No!” he said quickly.

“Are you going to give me any trouble today then?” she asked.

He hung his head.  “No.  I just don’t want…any more pain.  Please!”

“Good answer,” she whispered.  “Shoes Jozy.  Get ready to go out with me.  And don’t be silly enough to think about covering up those lovely hose you’re wearing with socks.  That would be just stupid.”

He didn’t answer.  He headed for his bedroom and put his shoes on.  He grabbed his wallet, keys, and cellphone and stuck them in his pockets.  He was ready to go out…except he wasn’t.  He didn’t want to go out.  There was too much of a chance that if his pants rode up someone might notice the stockings he was wearing.  And that didn’t come close to his embarrassment over his red fingernails that he knew would be impossible to hide.  Like it or not, he was going out into public this way.  And like it or not, he just knew he would be facing a day of worse humiliation than just his fingernails.  At least, he expected that to be the case.

“Ready Jozy?” she asked as he came back from his bedroom.

He said nothing.  Together they headed for the door.  She opened it and walked out, but just before going through the door, Joe had another little problem.  He paused just a moment to grab his right pants leg, and the stocking underneath, and he pulled the stocking up before straightening his pants leg again.  Then he did the same with his other stocking under his other pants leg.

“What’s the matter Jozy?” she asked, already seeing the problem.  “Are your stockings falling down?”

“Yes,” he replied.  “Some of them stay up, but this pair seems to be worse than the others.”

“Not to worry, Jozy,” she told him.  “We’ll fix that problem today too.  Now come along.  And I think I’ll let you drive.”

Feeling foolish about being outside with his bright red fingernails, Joe led the way down to his car.  He felt better about being inside the protective environment of his car, but that did nothing to quell the trepidation over what might lie ahead.

She gave him directions, knowing exactly where she wanted to go.  Fifteen minutes later, Joe found himself driving through a large parking lot with a number of large stores bordering it.

“Park anywhere around here,” she told him.

He found a parking place as close to the stores as he could get, which wasn’t close enough for his comfort.

“Come along Jozy,” she said happily.  “I just know you’re going to love this.”

Joe wasn’t exactly too sure about that.  Fearing her wrath, he got out of the car and walked with her toward the stores ahead.  Once they reached the sidewalk, she veered to the right and led him directly into a large shoe store.

Joe’s first thought was not just his fingernails, but the darn stockings he was wearing.  His second thought was the realization that she was leading him away from the men’s shoes.  A minute later, he realized another thing.  She was looking at only very sexy high heels.  Very high heels!  He just knew she was going to want him to buy a pair.  He was just too afraid to actually say anything.

He saw her pointing toward a small bench.

“Sit,” Jozy.  “Take your shoes off.”

He couldn’t remain silent any longer.  “You want me to buy…heels?”

He saw her looking at him like he was crazy.  “Of course, Jozy.”  She moved closer to him.  “What is it we’re trying to do here Jozy?  Make your legs look better of course.  Look at my legs,” she said.

The truth was, he had been most looking at her legs…until they had walked into this store.  His eyes seemed to automatically find her legs again though.

“Don’t they look great in heels?”

He didn’t bother answering.

“Jozy!” she said sternly.  “I asked you if my legs look great when I wear heels.”

“Yes!” he replied quickly.  “Really good.”

“See,” she said, backing away a bit.  “And we want your legs to look just as good.  So Jozy, I ask you, what do we need to buy then?”

He knew the answer.  He didn’t want to say it, but she wasn’t exactly leaving him a way out.  “Heels.”

“Right!” she declared.  “So get those shoes off while I try to find something pretty to stick on your feet.”

Joe really hated his life just then.  And worse, that darn plastic encasing his cock and balls felt like it was squeezing them tighter than ever.  Hating doing it since he feared what she might do to him if he didn’t, he sat down and removed his shoes, completely revealing his socking covered feet and the red toenails that could be plainly seen through them.  It was…embarrassing!

Things didn’t get any better for him when he watched her searching among the boxes before she pulled one off the shelf.  She carried it over to him and handed it to him.

“Try those on,” she told him.

His plastic covered balls were aching like mad as he opened the lid on the box to reveal a pair of beige colored shoes with very high thin heels and two straps that would go over his foot and his ankle.  He didn’t want to touch them, even though part of him was dying to touch them and put them on.  But the embarrassing situation pretty much prevented him from feeling any of that fun, and that didn’t count the way the plastic in his pants prevented it as well.  Just touching the shoes felt shocking.

With her standing right over him, he dared not try and get out of it.  After yesterday, he knew he would have no choice but to do this…in public…with other people watching.  Damn his balls hurt just then.

He pulled one of the shoes from the box.  It took him a moment to get the straps out of the way.  He bent down and forced his foot into the shoe.  It immediately felt weird.  Putting his foot firmly on the floor he began putting his red nailed fingers to work buckling the straps, one over top of his foot, the other wrapping around his ankle.  The feel of the high heel preventing his foot from being flat wasn’t lost on him.  It was mostly what he was concentrating on as he buckled the shoe on.

“Do the other one too,” she told him.

“He grabbed the second shoe and repeated the process.  All too soon, both of his feet were stuck at an extreme odd angle against the floor.  He knew she was going to say it.  He just knew it!

“Beautiful!” she declared.  “Stand up and walk a bit.”

Yeah.  He had been exactly right.  He carefully stood up.  The shoes felt even stranger with his full weight balancing on them.  He chanced taking a careful step, then another one.  Manageable, but…weird.  Was anyone watching him…other than her?  Red fingernails.  Stockings, and now very high heels.  His eyes glanced around.  “Yeah.  A few people were watching.  Damn!  And there was nothing he could do about it.

“Lovely, Jozy,” she declared happily.  “Stay there a minute while I try to find something else.”

No!  She was prolonging his torture!  But he stood  there, not moving, looking down at her legs so he wouldn’t have to see how many people were watching his embarrassment.  She seemed to be taking her time as she looked over all the dressy women’s shoes.  He finally noticed her pulling another box from the shelf.

“Okay Jozy,” she said.  “Get those off and try these next.”

He sat back down and gratefully began unfastening the shoes he was wearing.  He still couldn’t get used to seeing the red nail polish on his fingers.  He carefully put the beige shoes back in the box and opened the next one.  No surprise, very high thin heels again.  This time in black patent leather.  No straps.  Without being told, one shoe found its way onto his foot, then the other.  He stood carefully.  For some reason, they felt even weirder than the first pair.

“Walk around a bit,” she prompted.

Again, he took a few careful steps.  Then he had to stand there as she once again went back to looking over the shoe selection.

One pair after another.  All kinds, all colors.  Some with sparkly jewels, some in different materials.  But all of them with high thin heels.  He was forced to change shoes, stand, then walk around a bit.  He was starting to get the feeling that she wasn’t going to make him buy any of them.  She just wanted to prolong his torture out in public by making him try so many pairs on.

He had noticed another little problem going on too, one that he was surprised she hadn’t noticed.  His stockings were falling down again and were starting to bunch up around his ankles.  The feeling of them doing that inside his pants had him wanting to pull them up in the worst way, but he’d never do that inside the store.  It was bad enough doing it at home when he was alone.

Finally, she had him try one of the previous pairs of shoes on again, then a different previous pair, gradually whittling the selection down from about a dozen pairs to two.  The first two that she had made him try on to begin with.

He was again wearing the beige pair with the straps when she finally said, “You know what Jozy.  I love both of them on you.  “Keep the beige pair you have on and put your old shoes in the box.  But let’s also get the black patent pair as well.  I know you’ll enjoy both pairs.”

Two pairs of heels!  And she was making him wear one pair out of the store!  He couldn’t believe it.  No, he could believe it.  He had been very much afraid she would do this to him.  Like it or not, he put his men’s shoes into the empty box, grabbed the box with the black patent pumps, and began the arduous trip tottering his way carefully through the store toward the checkout counter.  How many people were watching him?  From what he could see, more than a few.  He was so embarrassed, he could have wet himself…a real accident in his pants.  Fortunately, he kept it together at least that much.

Red fingernails flashing, he paid for his purchases, thankful that the girl at the checkout counter didn’t say one word about what he was doing, and soon he was tottering his way carefully out of the store with a large bag in his hands.  It was a huge relief for him to get out of there.  With home primarily on his mind, he was glad when she led the way directly toward his car.

“We’ll just drop that big bag off here Josie,” she told him, “and continue our shopping.”

He nearly died.  “Continue?”

“Of course,” she replied.  “How do those shoes feel?”

“Weird and uncomfortable.  They’re very hard to walk in.”

“You just need to get used to them,” she told him.  “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting lots of practice.  I guarantee it.  Like now.  More shopping.  And it’ll be for your legs too.”

“More for my legs?”

“Josie, Josie, Josie.  That’s what this is all about.  Remember?  Now while we’re here, pull your stockings up again.  They look terrible all bunched up at your ankles like that.  You really need to learn to keep after them better.  Remember, we’re trying to make your legs and feet look good.  Can’t have pesky little problems like that now, can we.”

Joe threw the large bag from the shoe store into the back seat of his car, then hoping he was hidden by the other cars, he began the arduous process of pulling his stockings up inside his pants.  Unfortunately, as long as the process took, it didn’t take him long enough.  Before he knew it, they were walking back toward all the stores lining the parking lot.

He was more than aware of the click, click, click sound his heels continually made against the pavement and sidewalk.  He was equally aware of all the people who were glancing down and looking at the kind of shoes he was wearing.  He wasn’t sure if he should be grateful that she wasn’t walking too fast for him to keep up, or if he would have preferred that she hurried so they could get out of there sooner.  But walking in those heels was just plain difficult!  Everything about it was nerve wracking!

He followed her in through another door.  A door to a large store.  He saw clothes all around him.  No, he wasn’t the least bit surprised when she led him toward all the women’s clothes.  Where else would she take him?  She seemed to look at clothes all over the place in there.  Slowly dragging him this way, then that way.  Prolonging his embarrassment by making it look like she was actually shopping.  She wasn’t going to make him buy some of those clothes she was looking at, would she?  But he knew better.  She very well might!

It was some time before Joe found himself following her through the lingerie section.  But that was where she seemed to become a woman on a mission.  She looked all around, but she didn’t seem happy.

“You can never find any help when you need it?” she complained.

Help from a salesperson was the last thing Joe wanted just then.  She kept looking though, and he kept following her around, glad that there weren’t too many people in that part of the store and his embarrassing shoes were mostly hidden by the racks of clothing all over the place.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.  “Here they are.  Who would have thought they’d put them over here?”

It took Joe a moment to figure out what she was looking at.  It took him another moment to figure out what they were.  The straps on them finally gave them away.  Garter belts!

“Okay Josie,” she said.  “Now let’s see what would look best on you.”

There, in the store, where anybody might see what she was doing, Joe had to stand there while she pulled garter belts off the racks and held them up against the front of his pants.  Once again he came close to wetting his pants for real.  Running away while wearing very high thin heels wasn’t going to work very well.  Not to mention, with two different straps keeping the things tied to his feet, he couldn’t just kick them off.  He had no choice but to stand there and let her do it.

“Which ones do you like best?” she asked as she held another garter belt up to him.

“Uh…I don’t know,” he replied.

“No opinion?” she asked, sounding surprised.  “Do you want me to pick for you?”

“Uh…please?” he said, just wanting to get the ordeal over with.

“Sure,” she told him, sounding happy.  “I think…this one, and…this one she finally decided as she held up the two most colorful and laciest ones the store had.  “They should be absolutely perfect for a sissy like you.”

Sissy?  He said nothing to that.

“Now pull your stockings up again,” she told him.  “Then we’ve got to pay for these.”

Joe once again pulled his stockings up.

“You know,” she said.  “If you had bothered to read the packages, you might have found stockings that were the stay up kind so they wouldn’t keep falling down like that.  At least they wouldn’t be so bad.  Those stockings you’re wearing were meant to be held up by garters.”  She held up the two lacy garter belts.  “Luckily, now you’ll have them, and you won’t ever have to worry about it again.  Ready?” she asked.

All he was ready for was to go home!

Click, click, click through the store, all the way to the front where the checkout counters were.  Pay for everything while putting his bright red nail polish on display, grateful that the checkout out girl couldn’t see the shoes he was wearing while she was behind that counter.  And one longing thought on his mind through the entire process.  Home!  Soon!  He hoped.

Once he held the bag of garter belts he had just bought, glad that the bag at least hid those from view, he expected her to lead him out of the store and toward the car.  Unfortunately, he soon realized she had other ideas.

“Where’s your ladies’ room?” she asked the girl who had rung up the sale.

The girl told her the rest rooms were all the way in the back of the store.

“Thank you,” she replied politely.  “Come along Josie,” she said as she headed back into the store.

Had she called him Josie instead of Jozy?  He wasn’t sure.  But he was sure that he wanted to scream as he once again followed her into the store.  Deep into the store.  Click, click, click.  Why did high heels have to be so noisy?  How many people were turning to look at him?  How much longer was this ordeal going to last?  He had no answers and if he didn’t want more pain in his life than he could handle, he had no choice but to keep following her around.

They found the restrooms and he waited while she headed straight for the ladies’ room.  But once she got the door open, she turned and said, “Coming?”

He was shocked.  “In there?”

“Josie, where else would a sissy like you go.  Now get your ass in here.  Now!”

It was the first time all day that she had used that commanding tone of voice on him.  After yesterday, there was no way he was going to disobey her.  And this time, he was almost sure of it.  She had called him Josie.  He thought anyway.  It was hard to tell, especially with that COVID mask she was wearing.  He followed her into the ladies’ room feeling more embarrassed than ever.  He did his best to look around inside.  So far, he didn’t notice anyone else in there.

She grabbed the bag from him containing the garter belts and opened the door to one of the stalls for him.

“Inside, Josie,” she ordered.  “And while you’re in there, if you have to pee…don’t!”

Full of trepidation, he walked into the women’s bathroom stall.

“Now get those pants off,” she ordered.  “See if you can do it without removing those pretty new heels you’re wearing.  If not, I guess you’ll just have to sit down and take them off first.”

Joe was a bit surprised to notice that she was going to stand there in the stall doorway, holding the door open, while she watched.  It took some tugging and more than a bit of work, but he finally managed to completely remove his pants without taking his shoes off.

“Good Josie,” she told him, seeming to be happy about it.

He watched as she dug through the bag, then pulled out one of the lacy garter belts.  A pink and white one.  She struggled a moment to remove the store tag from it, but it soon came off.  She handed it to him.  Joe didn’t need to be told that he was expected to put the thing on.  He turned it around, trying to figure out which was the front and which was the back.  He finally got it oriented the way he thought it had to go.  In those high heels, it was a bit difficult, but he carefully stepped into it and dragged it up his stocking covered legs.  It was a bit tight getting it over his hips, but eventually it was in place.

“Now,” she said.  “Can you figure out how to attach those stocking?”

Under that COVID mask she was wearing, he couldn’t see it, but he just knew she had to have an evil expression on her face.  It took some figuring out, but in the end, the process wasn’t that difficult.  What was difficult however, was attaching the garter straps to the back of his stockings.  But finally, it was all in place and his stockings were being held securely up with little chance of them falling down.

“Hold the door a minute,” she told him.

He reached out and grabbed the door to keep it open while she backed away from him.  Unfortunately, he saw her pull out her cell phone and aim it at him.  “No!” he tried to argue, but it was too late.  He heard her clicking away as she took several pictures.  When she seemed to be done, he watched as she spent a few moments doing something else on her phone before she finally put it away.

“Pants,” she said to him.  “Come on Josie.  I don’t want to spend all day in here.”

Joe went through the arduous process of trying to get his pants back on without removing his high heels.  Once he was ready, she made him thoroughly wash his hands before they left the ladies’ room.  Joe was very glad that nobody else had come in while he had been there.  He didn’t want to think about what he would have done if anyone had.

As soon as they got back into the main part of the store, although now at the very back of it, she stopped him.  “Okay Josie,” she said.  “I think it’s time.  “And you’ve been very good today, so go ahead.”

“Go ahead?” he asked.

“Yes.  You’ve earned your fun, so go ahead.  Wet yourself.”

He was flabbergasted.  “Now?”

“Yes.”

“Here?”

“Of course.  Josie, don’t make me get angry.  And don’t forget, you’ve still got two consequences to go.  You really don’t want to make that three again.”

No, he didn’t!  Not for anything.  And he couldn’t imagine what she’d do to him for those other two consequences.  There had been a few times since he had left home when he might have accidently wet himself just from the shear embarrassment of the situation.  But now, she wanted him to wet his pants…for real!  In public!  And they were at the very back of a big store.  He would have to walk all the way through it just to get outside.  But would she let him go home after this?  He didn’t know.  He only knew that pain, bad pain, awaited him if he didn’t.

He immediately let go and flooded his pants.  It wasn’t difficult for him to do at all.  Not only did his incredible embarrassment make it easier, but all the practice he had gotten doing it for the last few weeks had made the process seem simple.  He could feel his warm pee gushing out around him, soaking his underwear, soaking the tops of his stockings, running down his stocking covered legs, extending the wet feeling downward, all the way down to his ankles.  Ick!

She went up to him and patted him on his cheek.  “Lovely Josie.  Just lovely.  Now stick your hand down inside and have your fun.”

His eyes bulged.  “Here?  Now?”

She laughed.  “Yes Josie.  Have at it.”

“But…I can’t.”

Her voice came back with a very threatening tone to it.  “You can if I say you can.”

“No,” he replied quickly.  “I mean…because of that…plastic.  I can’t.”

She laughed again.  “That doesn’t mean you can’t try.  And that’s exactly what I want you to do now.  Try.  Try, and keep trying until I say you can stop.  Now get to work Josie.  Have your fun.”

Not believing it, he looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching.  He didn’t see anyone.  He stuck his hand down inside his soaking wet pants and began fondling his plastic covered penis and balls.  He saw her backing up and taking pictures of him again, and afterwards she again spent a moment doing something else with her phone.  Finally, she put her phone away.  He pulled his hand out of his pants.

“Oh no Josie,” she told him.  “You leave that hand there.  And I better see you obviously playing with yourself whenever I look, or you’re going to regret it.  I want everyone to see you in your stinking pee-soaked pants, and I want them to see how perverted you are trying to get yourself off that way.  Now get busy!”

Not believing it, he again stuck his hand down inside his pants and began playing with himself.

“Wonderful Josie,” she told him.  “Just keep at it.  Now let’s go.”

Still playing inside his wet pants, he followed her as she slowly made her way to the front of the store.  He didn’t bother counting all the people who saw him.  He didn’t want to even think about that, even though he couldn’t stop thinking about it.  Fortunately, she led him all the way back to his car.

“Okay, Josie,” she told him.  “Hands out.  Time to go home.”

He gratefully pulled his hand out of his pants.  She got in the passenger side, and he got behind the wheel and drove them out of the parking lot.

“Now you know why I wanted to take your car today Josie,” she said.  “I certainly don’t want any of your wet pee in my car.  It stinks!  Really!” she said.  “I just don’t know what we’re going to do with you.  You insist on wetting your pants all the time and then playing with yourself.  One of these days Josie, we’re going to have to do something about that.  But I guess for now, we’ve got no choice but to let you have your little bit of fun.”

Joe of course, knew the truth of the matter, despite what she was saying.  It was nothing new from her either.  She had said it many times to him before.

Once back in his own parking lot in front of his apartment, she said, “Okay Josie, now don’t forget the rules.  You wear those stockings from now on.  All the time, except in the shower.  And I’ll be expecting pictures of them from you anytime I ask.  Now you can remove that nail polish from your fingers tomorrow morning, but not before then.  And I want you to send me a picture of them tomorrow morning before you remove it so I can see that you’re listening.  Your toenail polish stays on…permanently!  Don’t forget, after work, baths with some of that nice stuff for your skin.  Shave completely, and don’t forget the skin lotion afterwards.  And Josie, one other important thing now.  I want you wearing those shoes until you go to bed.  Send me a picture every hour until you go to bed tonight of you wearing those shoes.  And Josie, from now on, I want you wearing high heels whenever you’re home.  All the time whenever you’re home!”

She opened the car door and got out.  “One last thing Josie, I want your hand down inside your pants playing with yourself as much as possible from now on.  Since you’re already wet, I see no reason for you to remove those pants until you go to bed tonight, so you can enjoy doing it in your wet pants.  I’ll probably text you to ask for pictures later to make sure.  And you know what would be really lovely Josie?  If those pictures later show that your pants are a lot wetter than they are now.  Won’t that be fun?”  With that, she said just one last thing.  “Ta-ta Josie.  Enjoy!”

Joe sat in his car and watched while she got into her own car.  With a little wave of her hand, she was gone.