He texted me he would be at the "playground" (his name for the ABS booths near where I worked) and let me know he had plans for me.
Bill always had plans for me. I was not his submissive, but he knew what I liked, and needed. He enjoyed seeing me become a complete cum slut. I had sucked and fucked for Bill a few times, each getting progressively more public and open. My prior visit to the playground with Bill resulted in me naked in the hall and him fucking me as a crowd watched. He knew just how to turn me into a slut desperate for attention.
I left work and headed over. Mid-summer I was in shorts and a tee shirt.
I walked in, got my five dollars in paper tokens and headed into the dark booth area. The woman behind the counter looked at me strangely. Bill was there waiting for me. He kissed me right there in the hall like we were in a gay bar. A few guys glanced over but otherwise we didn't draw too much attention.
"Get naked in the last booth on the left. I will be right there," Bill stated with a tone of authority.
I loved him like this, taking charge. I trusted Bill to push my limits and he enjoyed seeing me go into that hypnotic state of lust that made me crave sex.
I went to the booth, dropped my shorts, boxers and tee shirt in the corner but left my shoes on. The floors were sticky and it didn't take much thinking to know why.
Bill appeared and handed me a small bag.
"Put these on" he said and then turned and left.
I was a bit puzzled, but I opened the bag. I found a tiny red lace thong, thigh high stay up hose and some ultra-high heels. How did he know? I never told him I cross-dressed for fun. Nobody had seen me dressed.
Crossdressing was a fetish of mine since a very young boy. I would dress in my sisters cloths and when I got older my mothers. I think my mother knew because I would find the panties under my mattress washed and folded occasionally. She said nothing about it. Mom always knocked before she came in. I think it was the best she could do. She couldn't bring herself to talk about my fetish. Her quiet acceptance was, in it's way, supportive.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled the thong on. It fit very snugly but I loved the way the back tickled my ass. I sat and curled my toes and pulled up the first of the thigh highs. Sheer, very red and a bit shiny. Then the other one. I pulled it up slowly and carefully to prevent a run. I loved the way my legs looked in hose. I shaved my legs and pubic hairs regularly, so the sensation of fresh nylons was just that much better.
I looked at the heels, black slides, maybe five-inch stilettos. Plain and very sexy. I slipped on the left shoe. It was a bit tight but he did a great job guessing my size. The right shoe fit a bit better. I stood. I was now five inches taller and I wobbled a bit. These were much higher than anything I had ever worn. My entire weight was on the ball of my feet. I stood up straight, letting my heels put weight onto the stilettos. I took a few steps. The sound of my heels clicking on the floor was intoxicating.
As I was trying them out Bill reappeared. I slid to the back wall of the booth and posed for him. I put one foot on the wall behind me like I had seen models do and looked at him. Bill's eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. He walked over to me and ran his hand up my thigh. I felt so erotic to have his hands on my nylon encased thigh. It was a sensation I had fantasized about. It felt better than I imagined it would.
He pinned me against the wall and kissed me. His hands explored me. I put my hands up over my head in a submissive pose. I liked doing that with Bill. It was a sign of trust and surrender. He could do whatever he pleased with my body. I loved how turned-on Bill was. I fed on how much lust I created in him.
Bill looked me in the eye and said, "follow me slut."
"Out there? Like this?" my tone was a bit panicked. There were video camera's for security, and I didn't want to get thrown out of the store -- or worse arrested.
"Julie is a friend of mine." He said quietly.
"Who the fuck is Julie?" I asked.
"The woman at the counter. The one you give your money too. I told her you would be like this and Julie said just keep it in the booths." Bill said trying to calm me down. I was a bit panicked. This was really pushing my boundaries, hard.
"OK then, wait here. I will be right back." Bill muttered under his breath as he left.
A guy walked past and saw me -- he wanted to come in but I waved him away. Where the fuck did Bill go?
"What do you think" I heard Bills voice say before he appeared. And he brought Julie with him.
I was embarrassed and humiliated. Bill was exposing my most intimate desire to a woman. I don't know this woman and he is putting me on display for her. I shrank into the corner.
"He's kind cute like that Bill. Make him come out of the corner so I can see him better." Julie said to Bill.
I didn't wait for instructions. I stepped into the middle of the booth. Julie's eyes moved slowly up and down my body. She looked at my face for a while, and I know I was blushing hard.
"Very nice but it's so dark in here. Why don't you come into the store so I can see you better" Julie said.
I panicked again. I looked at Bill and he smiled.
