TRAINING THE PROF
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Part 16
The two women rose from the bed after an hour or more of pleasure. Sam felt herself forgiven, for after Maria had fucked her she had gone down on Maria and worshiped before her hairy temple of pleasure until even Maria could hold back no longer. A large damp patch paid tribute to her new-found skill as a lover.
Dressed just in her panties and robe Sam made the tea. Maria was in her Tigger tee-shirt and panties, her face radiant, her breasts pushing out through the cotton covering.
`What's the time?'
After twelve' responded Sam. Why?'
`Well we need time to bathe before we use Big Boy again.'
`Use?'
`Well he has to suffer doesn't he darling for presuming to use you.'
`How?'
`Do you remember that shop I told you about, well I think we should take him back there to buy some new sissy slacks.'
Samantha kissed her on the lips. `Oh yes please. I should love to see him exposed, the bastard.'
And you will' responded Maria as she slipped her hand inside Sam's panties and fingered her pussy yet again. It is time he was reminded again of what a sissy wimp he really is.'
Julian received her call. He was to wear his pink silk shirt and white cotton slacks and no underwear, to carry the pink purse she had made him buy the week before, and to pick them up from the flat at three. He was also to make sure he was smooth shaved and wearing his cheap perfume plus some foundation cream. No more information was vouchsafed; he was just to obey, or else.
The two young women sat in the back of his car hand in hand as Maria directed him back to Mrs Bowen's emporium. Julian could guess this would be no easy shopping-trip, and he was right.
The shop was empty save for a woman in her 40s behind whom tailed a mousy looking man in his 50s. Mrs Bowen spotted her new customers straight away and came over, greeting Maria with a kiss to the cheek.
`And who is this?' she asked indicating Samantha.
`A friend.'
`Delightful. And what can I get for you?'
`I want something nice and sexy for Sam, and the wimp needs a new pair of slacks, the sissier the better.'
`And what had you in mind for Sam?' leered Mrs Bowen.
`I thought some shorts. Cut-offs would be good, nice and tight cut-offs.'
Oh, yes. She would delightful in those. The shorts are next to the slacks at the back there.' She pointed to the dim interior. If you can't find what you want, let me know. I may have something out the back.'
Maria led her lover over to the boxes of shorts next to the rails of slacks. As the two women sorted through the boxes, Julian was ordered to find a pair of slacks. He sorted through the rack, looking for something in his size. The only pair size 16 was a pair of pale-pink jogging bottoms, decorated with bright pink stars all over. He shoved them back out of sight. There was no way he could wear those.
Meanwhile, over by the lingerie section, the lady with the man was holding up an old-fashioned corset. `This should control your beer-gut' Julian heard her say to her husband. His cock stiffened. So the man was a sissy like him. The woman sent her husband into the changing room. Julian could se the man had had to strip right off to try on the corset, his male clothes showing clearly under the short curtain that provided some privacy for the customers.
Julian's voyeurism was brought to an abrupt halt by Miss squeezing his balls hard through his cotton slacks.
`Have you found anything, wimp?'
`No Miss. Sorry. Nothing in my size.' A lie of course, but Julian was banking on the hope she was more interested in her lover than him. She was, of course, but that didn't mean she didn't want her wimp suitably clothed. With practiced hands Maria sorted through the slacks on the rack.
What about these?' She held up the pale-pink jogging bottoms. These should fit you. Go and try them on.'
With a sigh Julian took the proffered garment. With pounding heart, Julian moved to the already occupied changing room. The woman waiting outside for her husband gave Julian a knowing look before calling to corset wearer to hurry up.
`Yes darling' came the wimpish voice from within.
`Does it fit?'
`I think so.'
`Show me.' The curtain was pulled back to reveal the man in all his glory. The corset covered him to his pubes and round his private parts was a pair of frilly pink panties for all to see. The two males made eye-contact, a flash of recognition passing between them.
Yes, they will do' announced the lady. Get changed. And hurry up. There someone waiting.'
With a sigh of relief the man retreated back into the semi-privacy of the changing-room.
When he emerged Julian could enter. It did not take him long to change into his new slacks - all he had to do was drop the pair he was wearing. He knew better than to just check in the mirror. He drew back the curtain to show his mistress. Gathering his slacks in one hand, he went in search of her.
He found her kissing her new lover. He waited, head bowed for her to inspect him.
Ooh, look!' cried Samantha. Maria gave Julian a cold cruel inspection. Do you think they suit him?' she asked her lover.
`Yes! He looks such a sissy! Just right.'
`You heard, wimp. Go up to the till and pay for them now. And don't change. You can wear them back home.'
Julian had no option but to accede. As he moved to the front of the shop he had to wait while the man paid for his new corset. Mrs Bowen took her time wrapping up the garment, all the while chatting to the man's wife about the advantages corseting a male. It was a very humbled husband that opened the door for his wife.
`May I pay for these please' asked Julian, pointing to the joggers. Mrs Bowen came round and inspected the ticket still hanging from the garment.
`Seven pounds' she announced.
`But it says five' protested Julian.
`Do you want to tell your Mistress you wont pay a mere seven pounds to please her?'
`No.'
`Then pay up wimp.' He handed over the money and she snipped off the price-tag.
He waited for the two women to finish their shopping. He saw Samantha disappear into the changing room and emerge in a pair of skin-tight cut-offs, to be greeted with delight by Maria. a few moments later they came to the counter to pay.
Mrs Bowen congratulated them on their choice and wrapped up the garment in some pretty paper before placing it in a plastic bag. Only then did Maria indicate that Julian would be paying. Once more he reached into his purse for more money.
What a pretty purse' observed the lady of the shop with a leer. so femme don't you think?'
Julian, blushing red with humiliation, acknowledged that it was.
Mrs Bowen turned to Maria.
`There is a nice shoulder-bag which would go just right with his current ensemble. Would you like to see it?'
She led the two young women and a cringing Julian back into the shop's interior. She rummaged through a pile of bags and pulled out a short trapped pink shoulder-bag, decorated with small silver stars, the sort of bag a teen girl might carry on a night out on the town.
`What do you think of this?' she asked Maria and Samantha.
It's wonderful' said Samantha, clapping her hands with delight. `Just right for the wimp.'
`There you are! you have your answer. we'll take it.'
For the third time Julian extracted money from his purse, only this time when he had completed the transaction he was forced to put the purse in the bag and hang it from his shoulder.
As they left the shop to return to the car, Julian was acutely conscious what a sissy wimp he looked in his bright pink shirt, pink joggers and shoulder bag. It was with relief he got to the car and opened the door for the two young women.
He was about to get into the driver's seat when Maria stopped him.
Where are your slacks?' With a frisson of fear he realised he had left them in the shop. Go back and collect them.'
Walking back alone to the shop, Julian felt more vulnerable than ever. Somehow the absence of the women highlighted his faggy stated. Two teen lads passed him and whistled, one calling out something like come here faggot and give us a blow-job.
It was almost with relief he entered the shop.
`What do you want?' demanded Mrs Bowen with a leer.
`I forgot my slacks, Miss.'
`I thought they were a part of the price' she responded.
`What do you mean?'
`I knocked three pounds off the bag in exchange. So if you want them you will have to give me an additional three quid.'
There was nothing he could do but pay up even though he knew she was simply blackmailing him. If he wanted the slacks back he would have to pay her. With trembling fingers, he took out his purse and paid her before searching out his discarded slacks, left in a crumbled heap on the dirty shop-floor.
He almost rushed out of the shop this time. Only then did he realise something was wrong. The car wasn't there! They had driven off! In his car! he was abandoned in a rough part of town, miles from the nearest cab-rank. Alone. Dressed like a screaming faggot! In a panic he fled back to the shop.