Dominating Ken - Part IV Ken's Shopping Trip Adventure

Monday morning Ken was so horny and nervous about his new assignment that he could not bring himself to go to work.  He was not going to be able to calm his nerves until he went to the store and bought his big girl items.  He did not want to dress like a girl but the more he thought about it the more excited he became.  He did not know why he was experiencing these strange erotic feelings.  In his current state of mind he would not be able to concentrate at work.  He woke up a 5:00 am and called in sick to work.  Then he applied his clear nail polish and his pretty pink toenail polish.  He put on a purple pair of little girl panties, size 14.  All of this girlish preparation quickly shifted his mind from dogboy mode to little princess mode.  He was feeling feminine and girlish.  He thought about how this would probably be the last time he wore little girl panties since Miss Kareena was allowing him to move into big girl panties.  This made the day seem a little more special and exciting for Ken.

Although Ken was not going to work, he still put on the glossy pink lipstick.  He decided that he would wear it while he was at home.  Dressed like a cute teenage girl, Ken started his masturbation routine.  He was finding it increasingly difficult to stroke himself for a half hour in 5 minute intervals without cumming.  About half way through his masturbation session he had to stroke his cock very slowly and lightly in order to prevent himself from cumming.  He managed to control himself but not without a lot of cum leaking out. At one point he brought himself so close to the edge that a stream of warn cum poured into his hands.  It was a strange moment for Ken because he had no control over the cum that poured out.  He had never experienced this loss of control before.  He did not orgasm and it was not pleasurable.  It was just an overflow of cum building up in his cock and balls.  Ken licked it up quickly before any could spill on the floor.

Next Ken logged on to check for messages from Miss Kareena.  He was hoping she would allow him to cum today.  Ken was disappointed to find that Miss Kareena had not sent him an e-mail. He stayed on line for about 10 minutes hoping that a message would come into his inbox, but nothing came.  After that, Ken spent most of the morning online researching bras.  He was very nervous about his assignment and he wanted to make sure he at least knew what the different sizes meant.  In his aroused state he found himself lingering on the websites which had beautiful women modeling their bras.  Instead of having his pee-pee pushed between his legs like a pussy, he had his cock pointing out of his purple panties and he was stroking it.  

Ken eventually found a website which explained bras and had instructions for girls on how to determine their bra size.  Unfortunately he didn't have a tape measure so he couldn't determine his size.  Ken decided that he would just guess.  

In the early afternoon Ken headed out on his mission.  He figured the store would be empty on a Monday afternoon, thereby eliminating some of his public embarrassment.  Ken entered the store and it was empty.  Unfortunately Miss Jen was not around so he could not complete his assignment.  

One of the sales girls approached him. "Hello may I help you sir."

Ken nervously answered, "I...aahh....is Miss... I mean is Jen working today?"

The young sales girl smirked back at him.  Emphasizing the salutation, "MISS Jen is not here today.  She'll be into tonight.  Is there something I can help you find?"

Ken did not know if she was being sarcastic to him or if everyone referred to her as Miss Jen.  From the amusing and somewhat superior tone of her voice Ken sensed that his slip of the tongue clued the sales girl in on his situation with Miss Jen.  He quietly mumbled.  "um...no thank you ma'am.  I'll just stop by tonight."

"Whom may I tell Miss Jen to expect tonight?"

Ken was a little caught of guard at this request.  He was hoping to get by without being noticed. "Ken.  My name is Ken."

The sales girl smiled and playfully looked into his eyes.  Her tone was sensual and teasing. "Well Ken, I'll let her know you stopped by.  If there's anything you need in the meantime, let me know.  You may call me Miss D."  The sales girl turned and walked away.

Although the situation felt a bit awkward for Ken, he was becoming braver in the store.  Instead of blushing and rushing out of the store, he decided to browse around.  He saw tables full of panties on sale.  He saw racks and racks of bra's and lingerie.   Even with the research he had done on bras, he was clueless.  The huge variety of styles and sizes were overwhelming. He was definitely going to need help, but he was embarrassed to ask.  He was in deep thought when Miss D interrupted him.

"Excuse me Ken.  As luck would have it, Miss Jen called and I mentioned that you were here looking for her.  She would like to speak to you."

Miss D led Ken to the front counter and handed him the phone.  Ken picked it up unsure of what to expect. "Hello."

Her voice was sweet, "Hi Kenny.  So you're back again.  Did you like my little present?  Are you wearing the cock ring now?"

Ken was wearing the cock ring.  Miss D was standing nearby.  He lowered his voice because he did not want her to hear. "Yes I liked your present and I am wearing it now."

"I can barely hear.  Please speak louder.  How does it feel?"

Ken raised his voice slightly.  "It feels great.  It makes my cock feel extra hard and sensitive."

"Mmmm. That's what I like to hear.  Is your cock hard now?"

Ken's cock was straining hard against his panties from talking to Miss Jen.  Had it not been bent back through his legs like a pussy, it would have been hard as a rock.  He wasn't sure how he was going to explain this to Miss Jen. "No.. not really."

Miss Jen pressed him for more information, "Not really.  What's that supposed to mean.  I would think a pervert like you would be hard as a rock right now.  I know you came back into the store to buy something slutty.  I bet you're somebody's sissy-boy.  You are a sissy-boy aren't you?  You're wearing panties right now aren't you?"
 
Ken suddenly felt nervous and embarrassed.  Miss Jen had figured him out.  He was embarrassed to admit to a younger girl that he was wearing panties.  What made it worse was that Miss D was standing next to him listening intently.  "Well....uh...yes I am wearing panties.  How did you know?"

Ken heard Miss D giggle and his face flushed a deeper shade of red.  Miss Jen remained calm and in control.  "I may be young, but I've been working at this store for a long time and I can recognize a sissy-boy in training when I see one.  Let's see, your nails are coated in clear polish, you always come to me to ring up your order, and you've been back into my store 3 times in less than 2 weeks to buy or do something embarrassing.  All that adds up to a sissy-boy who's following orders from his Mistress.  So sissy-boy, tell me why you are not hard right now?"

Miss Jen's voice was commanding.  Ken found himself feeling very submissive to her.  He could have hung up the phone and walked out, but he was enjoying the submissive feeling.  "Ummm..my cock is not hard because my cock is pushed back through my legs."

"Poor boy.  You have a clitty just like a little girl.   Tell me little girl, what are you shopping for today?"

"I need to buy panties, a bra, and stockings."

"And do you need my help?"

"Yes.  My mistress has instructed me to have you ring up my order since you have been the person who has always rang up my order."

Ken knew that Miss D was listening to every word he was saying.  He felt totally humiliated.  His humiliation intensified when a woman walked up to the counter to purchase some lingerie.  Ken knew that the woman could hear his conversation.

Miss Jen continued, "Ask me nicely and I may help.  Tell me everything that you want me to help you with."

"Please Miss Jen will you help me buy panties and a bra for myself.   I need to buy 5 pairs of pretty panties and a red bra.  I need at least 2 thong panties and I also need stockings.  Please will you help me pick out these items?"

"What sizes do you need dear?"

"I'm not sure Miss Jen.  Will you help me pick out the right size?"

"Tell me you'll be a good girl.  Tell me you want me to measure your little girl titties."

Ken's heart was pounding in his chest. Everything was happening so fast.  He came into the store buy some lingerie and now suddenly he was talking like a little girl to a college age salesgirl and in front of other women.  He could see a devilish smirk on Miss D's face and he knew the woman at the counter was glancing at him like he was a freak.  To top it off another woman came into the store and stood in line.  Miss D purposely rang the order up slow.  Ken felt very inferior and submissive with everything that was going on.  He did not want to say these girlish words infront of all these women but he needed Miss Jen's help.  He did not know what to say.

Miss Jen encouraged him, "Come on darling, be a good girl and tell me."

Ken mumbled the words but Miss Jen would not go for it.  She ordered him to say them nice and loud or she would hang up and be done with him.  Humiliated, Ken clearly stated, "Will you please measure my little girl titties and help me find the right bra size.  I'll be a good girl for you, I promise."

Miss D and the two customers laughed at his expense.  Ken cringed and turned red.  Although he was humiliated he was aroused and his cock was pushing against his panties trying to grow.  Ken could not believe at how aroused he was from the situation.

Miss Jen finally agreed to help Ken. "Since you asked like a good little girl I will help you.  I'll be there shortly.  In the meantime, have Miss D take all your measurements, okay sweetie?"

"Yes.  Miss Jen.  Thank you."

Miss D was just finishing up with the last customer when Ken hung up the phone.  After the customer walked away, Ken politely asked, "Miss D, could you please do my measurements."

Miss D's devilish smiled returned. "Of course sweetie.  I told you I'd be glad to help you with anything.  Take your shirt off dear and we'll get started.

Ken was waiting for her to usher him to a backroom but she just stood there and waited.  He knew it was going to be a long day.  Ken removed his shirt and Miss D came over to him with a long cloth tape measure.  

Miss D began to instruct Ken on what to do.  She purposely spoke to him like a little girl.  "Okay sweetie stand up straight and point those titties outward...  Good girl.  First we have to measure below your titties.  Hold our arms out to the side."  

Ken raised his arms and Miss D wrapped the tape measure around him, just below his chest.  Ken's attention was focused on Miss D.  He figured she was only 18 or 19 years old. Her body was slim and athletic.  Her perky tits pressed firmly against her tight white t-shirt.  She was about 5ft 7and her hair was dark brown.  He could not believe he was being measured for a bra and being talked to like a little girl from a teenager almost half his age.  The moment was surreal and exciting.  Ken's bent cock pressed hard against the crotch of his panties.  He wished he could pull it out and enjoy its fullness.

Miss D moved the tape measure up to his chest.  The tape measure was cool.  Miss D purposely rubbed it over his nipples a few times causing them to grow hard. "Now we must measure your titties...My, my, they are small little titties.   Hold them out nice proud darling so I can get the right measurements.  Ken tried to push his chest out far.  He was actually ashamed of his small titties. Miss D wrote the measurements on a pad of paper.  "Okay honey, I need a few other measurements.  Take off your pants."

Ken panicked.  "Miss D, don't you think we should do this in the back room."

Miss D's voice was gentle.  "Don't worry baby doll, it's just us girls here.  We never get men in here during the day.  Nothing to be ashamed of.  Let me help you."  

Ken stood there in disbelief as Miss D unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down revealing his purple pre-teen panties.  Miss D commented, "Oh how cute.  Little girlie panties.  Miss D pressed her hand against his crotch to feel his boypussy. "You really are a baby doll.  Is this your first time buying big girl panties?"

"Yes."

"Well let's pull these off and get the right measurements."  Miss D pulled his panties down and Ken's cock popped out from between his legs.  It instantly grew hard.  Miss D stared at the pink bow and saran wrap on his cock head and giggled.  "How cute.  What's the plastic for?"

"It's so I don't wet my panties."

Miss D giggled again.  She reached down and stroked his cock a few times, causing pre-cum to press against the saran wrap.  Miss D jumped right into the role playing.  "Poor little baby girl wets her panties.  Are you sure your ready for big girl panties?  Can you hold that cum cum in for mommy?"

Ken was so aroused from being denied an orgasm so long.  His mind was fragile and easy to manipulate in his current state.  He shifted into baby girl mode. "Yes. Please let me wear big girl panties."  

Ken's attention darted to the front of the store when he heard the door open.  His body tensed with fright from being in such a vulnerable and exposed position in the middle of the store.  Miss D remained calm and unconcerned.  Ken relaxed slightly when he realized it was Miss Jen.  

Although Miss Jen and Ken had only briefly met before, Miss Jen walked in with complete control and dominance.  Miss Jen approached the two of them. "Well, well, well.  I see Miss D is taking care of our sissy-boy."

Miss D replied, "Yes.  Look at those cute girlie panties.  The poor boy had his little pee-pee pushed between his legs like a pussy."  

The two teenage mistresses laughed at Ken's predicament.  Miss D continued, "and look at those cute girlie panties and that cute pink bow around his little cock.  He really is a baby-girl."
 
Miss Jen giggled and took the measurements from Miss D.  "Hmm let's see if we can find some sexy items for our sissy boy."  She made Ken follow her around the store as she browsed through the various racks.  Occasionally she would hold a bra or nightgown against Ken and comment on how sexy it would look on him. After about 10 minutes she had a handful of bra's, panties, and night gowns.  First she sent Ken back to a dressing room with a matching white bra, garter belt, thong, and stocking set.  "Try these on sweetie.  Come on out when you're done.  I want to see how they look on you.

Ken's cock was pulsing hard from the pure perverseness of what was happening.  It seemed surreal to him.  He was actually going to try on women's lingerie.  He took the items from Miss Jen and headed back to the dressing room.  He heard Miss Jen and Miss D whisper to each other and giggle as he walked away

As soon as Ken undressed, his cock popped out and swelled to its full size.  He stared at the items on the hangers infront of him.  They were soft, pretty, and delicate.  The bra was decorated in fancy white lace.  The garter belt was silky and accented with lace that matched the bra.  He was starting to get excited to wear them.  First he pulled on the white thong.  The silk triangle in the front was soft and smooth and it sent shivers up and down his spine.  He barely noticed the thin silk string that snuggled between his ass cheeks.  Ken wondered how women could wear them without being aroused all day.  The thong was just the right size for him.  It felt very comfortable compared to the little girl panties that Miss Kareena had made him wear.  He enjoyed the soft comfortable feeling and was glad that Miss Kareena had allowed him to buy big girl panties.  Although the thong fit him appropriately, his balls hung out the bottom a little bit and his hard cock bulged out of the top.  There was not much Ken could do about it so he just moved on with feminizing himself. 

Ken pulled on the white stockings.  As he pulled the soft feminine material over his legs it sent shivers through his body.  He was surprised at how the stockings stretched and conformed to his legs.  He admired his legs in the mirror and was amazed at how well they accentuated his muscular legs.  Had it not been for the hair on his legs, he would have passed for a sexy leg model.  The lacy stocking tops made him feel very girlish and feminine. He was becoming more aroused by the minute.

The garter belt proved to be a little tricky for Ken.  It was a little tight around his waist and he had trouble getting the back clips attached to the stockings, but eventually he got everything into place.  Finally he made an attempt at the bra.  Ken found it very awkward to reach around and try and buckle the strap.  He struggled with it for a few minutes and then was interrupted by a knock.

Miss Jen called through the door, "You o.k. in there sissy?"

Ken replied, "ahhh....yeah...I'm almost done.  I'm having a little problem with the bra."

Miss Jen did not hesitate.  She opened the door and walked in.  She laughed at the sight of a 30 year old man dressed like a whore, trying to put on a bra, with his cock sticking out of his panties.  Ken suddenly felt exposed and embarrassed but Miss Jen quickly wiped away those thoughts.  She placed her hand on the front of the silk panties and began rubbing Ken's cock.  "I see you're enjoying being a sissy-boy.  You like wearing these pretty girl clothes don't you?"

The soft friction of the silk rubbing over his sensitive shaft weakened Ken.  He could not think straight.  The young Miss Jen instantly had him wrapped around her finger.  All he could do was mutter. "Yes."

Jen stopped rubbing his cock and moved behind him.  She made Ken face the full length mirror in the dressing room.  She took the bra straps and snapped them in place.  "There you go darling.  It just takes a little practice.  Look how pretty and sexy you are."

Miss Jen's fingers slowly and lightly slid down Ken's sides and across his stomach.  Her feathery massage was causing Ken's body to tingle and his cock to twitch.  He stared at himself in the mirror and felt a little strange to see his body clothed in such delicate and soft undergarments.  They hid his masculinity and brought out a gentle girlish feeling within.  He did not know what was happening to his emotions.  Part of his mind was telling him this was wrong and crazy and that he should stop what he was doing. However, it excited him to know that he was doing something so perverted for Miss Kareena.  He knew she would be pleased at his obedience and her pleasure is what mattered to him.  He was also enjoying the attention he was getting from Miss Jen and Miss D.  They were both beautiful young girls and he could not resist their sex appeal.  In the back of his mind Ken was hoping that the situation would lead to an exciting sexual experience with Miss Jen and maybe even Miss D.  That fantasy and his desire to please Miss Kareena was enough justification for Ken to humiliate himself by wearing women's lingerie. 

Miss Jen's hand moved down to his cock and she began rubbing it through the panties.  "Such a pretty whore.  You're Mistress is going to be pleased with this outfit.   Tell me what's your Mistress's name?"

Ken's cock was dripping precum.  He was struggling to keep himself for cumming. He replied to Miss Jen in deep breaths.  "Her name is Mistress Kareena." Then he pleaded to Miss Jen, "Please stop rubbing my cock.  You're going to make me cum."

Miss Jen moved her hand to the top of his cock and she used her fingers to rub the pre-cum all over Ken's sensitive cock head. She could tell that he was struggling to hold back and that he was close to the edge.  His excitement fueled a passionate erotic fire in Jen's pussy.  She loved the control she had over Ken.  Jen was experienced at teasing men and she knew that he could last a little longer.  She also knew that his mind was focused on the pleasure that she was giving him and that she had him under her complete control.  Her pussy quivered at this control and his desperateness.  "Don't you want to cum sweetie?"

"Yes...very badly...but Miss Kareena has ordered me not to cum without her permission.  Please stop.  I can't last much longer.  Please stop rubbing my cock."

Miss Jen gently licked and sucked Ken's ear lobe.  She moaned into his ear, while continuing to rub the precum around his cock head. "Mmmmm I just love to tease sissy boy's and rub their boy pussies.  Ask me to stop rubbing your pussy and maybe I'll be nice."

"Please Miss Jen, stop rubbing my pussy." Referring to his cock as a pussy almost sent him over the edge.  Fortunately for Ken, Miss Jen stopped rubbing his boy pussy.  He took a few deep breaths and was able to recover.

Miss Jen stepped back and giggled at Ken.  "This is soo much fun.  My pussy is all wet from seeing your little clitty swollen and full of cum.  Your cock's so small it might as well be a pussy."  Jen giggled again.  "So tell me about your Mistress.  What does she look like?"

" I don't know. I uh...I met her online."

Miss Jen laughed out loud.  "You're kidding right?"

"No, I have never seen her."

"I've got to tell Dee this one.  Follow me."  

Ken had no choice but to follow Jen.  She took his hand and led him out of the dressing room and into the store.  This was the first time Ken walked in his new outfit and he was aware of every sensation.  He could feel the tightness of the bra around his chest.  He could feel the garter straps stretching and rubbing along his thighs as he walked.  The stockings felt comfortably tight around his legs.  He was aware of the thong pressing between his ass cheeks and rubbing his asshole.  The combination of these sensations heightened his arousal and made him feel girlish and horny.

Jen found Dee and excitedly announced, "Miss D, do you believe that all the perverted things this sissy has done is from obeying an online Mistress?  Isn't that pathetic?  He hasn't even met her and he's humiliated himself for her and dressed up like a cheap whore."

Miss D laughed.  "How pathetic.  You must really want to be girl."

Ken tried to defend himself, "No, I don't.  I..I don't know how this happened.  I just wanted to please her."

Jen started massaging his cock again.  "This must be a real treat to have two pretty girls paying attention to you."

Miss D moved infront of Ken and gently pulled his balls while Jen rubbed his cock.  Once again Ken was on the edge.  Ken moaned, "Yes, this is amazing."

Miss Jen pressed him, "So you like having us tease you like this while you're dressed as a whore."

Ken didn't want the pleasure to stop so he just agreed, "Yes."

Miss D added, "We like teasing sissy-boy's."

Jen commented, "I bet you'd like to put that little cock of yours in my tight young pussy wouldn't you?"

Ken nodded his head yes.

"It's a shame you can't cum.  You want to obey your Mistress don't you? Do you think you could put your cock into my teenage pussy without cumming?"

The teasing from Miss D and Miss Jen and the dirty talk was bringing Ken closer to the edge.  The thought of fucking Miss Jen excited him.  The fact that she was only 18 was even more enticing. He knew that he would explode inside her immediately, but now his thoughts were short-term and all he cared about was release.  He lied just to make it happen.  "Yes.  I could put my cock in you without cumming.  Please let me put my cock in your pussy."

Suddenly Ken felt a sharp pain in his groin.  Miss Jen squeezed his balls hard causing him to double over in pain.  She pushed him down onto his back and pressed her foot on his balls.  Miss D stood over Ken with a look of dominance and seriousness. 

 Miss Jen scolded Ken.  "You're such a slut.  You wouldn't last more than 3 seconds in my pussy with that pathetic thing.  You have a pussy not a cock.  My pussy is for real men, not sissy's like you.  Ken's cock was soft from the pain and for fear of what she was going to do next.  Miss Jen smiled at his fear.  She began to gently massage hi cock with her foot.  Ken could not control himself.  His cock instantly grew hard again. 

"One thing is certain.  You are a weak pathetic sissy-boy and I control your cock.  I can make it hard and I can make it soft. You like this don't you slut?"

Ken nodded his head in agreement.  Miss Jen ordered him to stand up and go back to the dressing rooms.  For the next 1/2 hour the teenage mistresses made Ken model various lingerie.  He wore bras, teddies, night gowns, and even a beautiful corset.  Ken was their little Barbie doll to play dress up with.  At first it was a bit humiliating, but Ken was enjoying the attention he was getting.  The slight glimmer of hope that he would get to see these beautiful girls naked kept him obedient and willing to put up with their game.  The chance of him scoring with such young and beautiful girls was slim and so he did not want to upset them.  His sexual lust and taboo desires pushed him to a deeper level of perverseness and submissiveness. Both Miss D and Miss Jen continually commented on how pretty he looked and they frequently would touch and squeeze his cock and ass through the silk lingerie.  The whole experience was keeping Ken at a heightened level of arousal and turning his mind into a childlike state.  He was their princess to play with.  He wanted to be one of the girls so that the fun could continue and he just did as he was told.

The last outfit he tried on was the one that Miss Kareena had instructed him to purchase.  It was a red lace bra, garter belt, thong panties, and white stockings.  Miss Jen laughed at him.  "You look like such a whore.  You just need a little perfume and you'll be the perfect slut."  

Miss Jen pulled out a small perfume spray bottle from behind the cash register.  She sprayed a generous amount on Ken's neck. The sweet aroma engulfed Ken and the smell seemed to make his cock twitch. 

Miss Jen lightly kissed his neck sending chills through his body.  Ken's body was trembling from the intimate gesture. "Such a pretty slut.  I know you're just dying to be fucked aren't you?  Would you like me to put my girl cock in your little pussy hole." 

Ken thought about what she just asked.  He did feel like a slutty whore.  He guessed she was talking about fucking him up the ass.  The mere thought of this made his asshole tingle with anticipation.  Ken didn't know what was happening to him.  A few weeks ago he would have cringed at the thought of being fucked up the ass.  A few weeks ago his common sense would have told him to not mess with teenage girls in a sexual way.  Now he could not control his thoughts.  A sensual and seductive tigress was manipulating his mind and body.  His cocked ached for release and that's all he could think about.  He became excited at the though of Miss Jen fucking him up the ass and so he begged like a little school girl. "Yes.  Miss Jen, please fuck me.  Please fuck my pussy."

Miss Jen was amused at his pleading and she decided to toy with him a bit.  "Pull your panties down sweetie and show Miss D and myself that pussy."

Ken's heart pounded with excitement and his cock twitched in anticipation.  He pulled the red silk panties down to his thighs and turned around to show them his ass.  Miss Jen said, "Bend over and pull that pussy open for me darling. Let me see what you got."

Ken could not believe how far this was going.  His online relationship with Miss Kareena seemed like a big step to Ken when he first met her.  Now he was actually being controlled and humiliated in person by a teenage goddess with her friend watching.  He felt ashamed at what he was doing but he could not deny the extreme excitement he was experiencing.  His willpower was gone and he submitted to his dark desires.  Ken bent forward and spread his ass cheeks wide, exposing his pussy hole for Miss Jen and Miss D.  The stretching brought more pleasure to Ken.

Miss Jen lightly slid her fingertip around his pussy causing Ken's cock to twitch and causing Ken to moan quietly.  The sensations were new and strange and very erotic.  "Your pussy is so tight darling?  Are you a virgin here?"

"Yes. Mistress. I've never had anything in my pussyhole."

"oohhh.  Naughty slut.  I don't think your pussy is ready for me yet.  Besides, you need to obey you're mistress.  Isn't this the outfit she wanted you to buy?"

Ken was extremely aroused and sexually frustrated.  He wanted release very bad and the idea of Miss Jen fucking him up the ass was driving him crazy.  His was mad at Miss Jen for reminding him of his commitment to Miss Kareena because he didn't want the fun to stop.  However he obediently replied, "Yes. Mistress.  This is the outfit."

"Well then I guess were done here.  Pull up your panties slut, get dressed, and meet me at the cash register," ordered Miss Jen.  She picked up the pile of lingerie that Ken had tried on and headed to the front of the store.

Ken started to take off the bra, but Miss D stopped him. "No, no, sweetie.  You're a big girl now and big girls wear bras don't they?  You dressed like such a pretty whore and you should stay that way.  Let me help you get dressed."  

Ken was surprised at her order.  He did not want to wear a bra in public because he knew his shirt did little to hide the shapely bra.  He did not want to go out in public looking like a sissy boy but he did not want to disobey Miss D and Miss Jen.  Their dominance and seductiveness were incredible and Ken found himself willing to embarrass himself so that he could please them and continue his relationship with them.   Miss D did not give him a choice in the matter.  She picked up his shirt and helped him pull it over his head and the bra. The t-shirt was tight and the form of the bra was obvious underneath the shirt. Miss D handed him his pants to wear overtop the garter, panties, and stockings. Ken pleaded with Miss D, "Please don't make me wear the bra.  I can't go out in public like this."

Miss D smiled at his defiance. Her pussy quivered knowing that he was trembling inside in fear of public humiliation. "Oh yes you can and yes you will," she said firmly.  Miss D took Ken's hand and forcefully led him to the front counter where Miss Jen was ringing up his order 

Miss Jen rang up the last few items as Ken approached.  She read the total off to him.  "That will be $475.32."

The total shocked him.  "Uhh... Miss Jen.  I wasn't going to get all the stuff.  I just need the items I'm wearing and a few pairs of panties."

"Ohh, but Kenny darling, you looked so cute and pretty in all theses things.  You must buy them and wear them every night."

"Yes, but I can't afford all that.  Maybe just a few items."

Miss Jen listened but she dismissed his comments and started bagging his items. "Nonsense Kenny.  You can afford it.  You just need to prioritize how you spend your money and right now this is your priority, right?"

Ken didn't like where this was going.  He had no intentions on spending that much money. "Well...uh... I don't know..."

Miss Jen interrupted, "..You do want to obey Miss Kareena don't you?"

"Yes."

"And you need my help right?"

Ken thought for a second and realized she was right.  Without her help he would not be able to complete the tasks from Miss Kareena.  "Yes."

"And you are enjoying all of this aren't you?"  While Miss Jen asked the question, Miss D came over and hugged Ken from behind.  Her hand reached around and started rubbing Ken's crotch.  His cock was hard and swelling.  Miss D lightly kissed his neck and nibbled his earlobe. 

Ken closed his eyes and savored the wonderful feeling.  She was young and pretty.  Her perfume invaded his thoughts and easily broke down his already shattered willpower.  Ken moaned,   "Yes, but..."

Miss Jen was quick with her interrogation "...and you'd like to continue to see Miss D and myself, right?"

Ken wasn't sure if he liked where this line of questioning was going, but he found himself immersed in the pleasure from Miss D.  He did not want it to stop.  He continued to agree with everything.  "Yes."

"Well then, you owe it to us to buy all these things.  I need to hit my sales quota you know.  Besides, I can't sell these items after you've had your nasty cock all over them."

In the course of fondling Ken, Miss D managed to get a hold of Ken's wallet and pull out his credit card.  She flicked it out in front Ken and it landed on the counter.  Miss Jen picked it up with a devious smile and ran it through the credit card machine.  Miss D continued to stroke Ken's cock.  With one hand she squeezed his left bra cup and whispered into his ear.  "Good girl.  Now you'll have something sexy to wear everyday."

The gesture of squeezing his tit was silly, but to Ken's frazzled mind it was symbolic of his girlish state and his submissiveness.  For a moment he felt like a girl being fondled and ravished.  He closed his eyes and forgot about the credit card and the large bill.  The pleasure coursing through his body outweighed the need to protest.   He stood there and let the girls financially and physically take advantage of him and control him. 

Miss Jen left one outfit on the counter.  She picked it up and held it up to her body.  It was a leather corset.  "By the way.  This one is for me.  I've been wanting to buy this for a long time.  Thanks for the gift honey.  Maybe I'll wear it for you one day.  You would like that, wouldn't you sissy?"

Ken was on the verge of cumming from Miss D's erotic assault.  He could feel the wetness on his panties from all the precum leaking out.  A small wet spot was forming on his pants.  Ken just nodded his head in agreement.  When the charge receipt printed out, Miss Jen put it on the counter to sign.  Miss D firmly gripped his cock through his pants and pulled him over to the counter using his cock as a leash.  Ken was powerless and at her mercy.  He had no choice but to follow.  As soon as he signed the receipt Miss D stopped touching his cock and said, "that's a good girl.  I knew a little cock teasing would change your mind.  It's pathetic how easy it is to manipulate sissy boys."

Ken knew that she was right.  Her teasing was driving him crazy and all he cared about right now was being pleasured and wanting to cum.  He was disappointed and sexually frustrated that Miss D stopped her teasing when he was about to cum.  

Miss Jen pushed the shopping bags towards Ken and said, "thanks for shopping with us.  I know you'll be back soon.  Maybe next time you'll be allowed to cum sissy."

Both girls giggled at his frustrated and needy look.  Ken didn't want to leave.  He was enjoying the teasing and attention.  However, it was obvious that the girls were done with him for the day.  He picked up his bags and headed out of the store.  Ken's heart pounded fiercely as he rushed to his car.  He prayed the no one would be outside a notice that he was wearing a bra.  

Fortunately he made it to his car without an embarrassing incident.  His pulse was quick with excitement on the ride home.  His cock remained hard and the wet spot on his pants grew larger.  Ken could not believe how excited he was from the whole experience.  This was his first real brush with domination and feminization.  Part of his mind was telling him that what happened was crazy and silly.  It was embarrassing and he wanted it all to stop.  On the other hand the attention and teasing he was getting was incredible.  A much larger part of his mind was thrilled and energized from the experience.  The pleasure and arousal that both girls brought him was far better than anything he had experienced before.  Their control and manipulation over him was exciting to Ken.  His recent experiences with Miss Jen, Miss D, and Miss Kareena were reinforcing the idea that other women become excited at dominating him and dressing him in pretty feminine clothes.  Ken did not realize it yet, but he was slowly accepting the feminine lifestyle. 

At home Ken took off his clothes, but left on the lingerie.  He couldn't help but stop and look at himself in a full length mirror.  He had to admit to himself that the red lace bra was very sexy and the stockings nicely accented his muscular legs.  He was feeling extremely horny and randy.  Ken pulled out his glossy pink lipstick and applied it to his lips.  Next he got a bottle of pink nail polish and painted his nails.  He had never worn a color on his nails before and he admired how girlish it made his fingers look.  Ken's left hand slid around his hard cock and he began to slowly stroke it.  Precum instantly dribbled out.  Ken used his forefinger to rub it around the tip of his cock.  He imagined it was Miss Kareena's hand that was doing this.  Ken took his other hand and gently squeezed and pulled his balls through the soft silk panties.  He felt so kinky and slutty at what we was doing.  In a matter of minutes Ken was on edge and ready to explode.  He slowed his stroking down so that he barely touched his cock.  It twitched in his hand.  His balls were swollen and full of cum.  Ken knew that one firm stroke of his cock would ignite a powerful explosion deep in his loins.  He was teetering on the edge and he wanted to cum very bad.  For a moment he considered doing it.  His strong desires almost caused him to disobey Miss Kareena and self indulge in an orgasm.  Somehow he managed to refrain from proceeding. He let go of his cock and took several deep breaths.  He had never been so close to the edge before.  His pulse was racing, his heart was pounding, and perspiration was beading on his forehead. It was a wonderful feeling.  

Ken finally calmed himself down and decided to e-mail Miss Kareena.  He wrote a lengthy e-mail describing Miss Jen and his shopping experience.  He told her that he was wearing the bra, garter, stockings, and panties and the he almost had an orgasm as he admired himself in them.  He admitted that he skipped work because he was too excited and nervous about his assignment.  Ken purposely left out the details about him trying on several outfits and being dominated by Miss Jen and Miss D.  He did not even mention Miss D in his e-mail and he referred to Miss Jen as just Jen.  He left out the details because he was embarrassed at how these young girls were able to easily manipulate and control him.  He was also unsure of how Miss Kareena would react to the situation.  He didn't know if she would be jealous, mad, or excited at what happened.  Ken did mention that Jen had figured out that he was buying the panties and lingerie for himself and that she referred to him as a sissy boy and was glad to help him pick out the right sizes.
