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Sissy in the Window-1

Sissy in the WindowPimped & Publicly Humiliated by a Dominant Girl

By Verity Black

Chapter 1 – Party Confessions

Justin brought through another bottle of wine. The girl on the sofa looked up and smiled at him, she crossed her long legs and Justin couldn’t help but stare at her muscular calves smoothed by her black silk stockings that ended in a pair of sexy black patent leather stiletto heels.

‘Here you go Emma, another glass of red for you.’

‘Cheers.’

He couldn’t believe he was sitting here drunk with Emma Devon of all people. He found her vulgar and course and the only redeeming feature about her was her appearance. She was in her early twenties and wore a tight low-cut white top revealing her ample cleavage, a short leather pleated skirt and these amazing black patent leather heels which he wanted more than anything to kneel down and worship.

God, he couldn’t believe how wrong this evening had turned out. Everything had begun so well. A few drinks in the pub with a few select female colleagues, then back to his flat for a nightcap and hopefully Kelly would stay the night. That was his fantasy, what was before him was the reality.

Emma had sort of tagged along and clearly intended on bagging him for herself. She was all over him in the pub and had at one point rubbed his groin under the table with her shoe. The girl was in her early twenties and, to be fair, in a certain light was pleasing on the eye, but nonetheless Justin was not drawn to her in the same way as he was to Kelly.

Everyone else had departed at midnight leaving him with Emma who promised she would get a cab later, after just one more drink. God, he hoped she didn’t want to stay the night.

He knew he had to resist. If he slept with Emma he was certain she would tell Kelly and his chances there would be blown.

Emma patted the seat next to him. He sat down and they struck glasses.

‘So now you have got me back to your flat and all alone what are we going to do now?’ She purred.

Justin’s alcohol addled brain struggled to find an excuse not to engage in cardinal delights with this extremely forward girl. What the hell was he going to say?

‘Look Emma. You know you are really attractive and you have a great body and all that. But the thing is I am . . . well . . .’ He started to panic. What was he? Was he going to say he was gay? That would hardly play out very well given he had a couple of relationships at work with girls that Emma was aware of.

‘Yes, well what are you?’ She looked rather annoyed and he thought she was seeing through his façade.

‘The thing is I have . . . well that is to say . . . ’

‘For Christ’s sake, mate, spit it out! Listen whatever it is I have probably seen and done it. Nothing is going to shock me. You like my shoes eh? I saw you looking at them. Not a problem. Lots of guys like high heels. That is unless you want to wear them?’

Justin looked at her, this was perfect, he thought! He could pretend to be a cross dresser that should turn her off!

‘Yes, I like wearing them and women’s clothes.’ He blurted out. ‘And I have always wanted to be walked on in high heels!’

This was not part of the plan he thought as he really did have fantasies about being trampled in high heels. He went red at the thought of his inner perversions being publicly exposed.

She looked at him and smiled.

‘Wow, kind of kinky aren’t you?’ She grinned.

‘Yes, I am. I am a really quite perverse, I am sorry. You are probably disgusted, I will call you a cab and we will say no more about it, okay deal?’ This, he thought, was it; there was no way she would be into this. Thank god for that he would be free of her tonight and then resume his pursuit of Kelly the following week.

‘So what clothes do you have?’

Justin’s eyes widened; he couldn’t believe this. She wanted to know more! In his mind he had envisioned her getting up and calling a cab there and then, not to be probed further about it. He needed to show some sort of proof that he did enjoy wearing women’s clothes, he couldn’t back down now.

The only thing he had in his flat was an outfit he had once purchased for an ex-girlfriend. Sasha had been horrified when he had produced an all-in-one black pvc catsuit with hot pants. She had bawled at him for some time explaining she was not some doll he could dress up. They had split up not long after that and he had always thought about returning it but something about it made him want to keep it.

‘Well I have a black catsuit which is kind of sexy.’

‘Oh wow! Go get dressed for me – go on!’

‘Well I really don’t think . . .’

‘I am not going anywhere until I see you in that catsuit, got it!’ She folded her arms and sat back in the sofa.

He got up and went to his bedroom. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. He pulled the plastic bag from under the bed and removed the catsuit.

He unzipped it, stripped down to his underwear and pulled on the suit. It was really small, Sasha had a slim figure and he could not get into the shorts with his underwear on, so completely naked he struggled into the tight shorts then pulled the top part slowly up his body and then his arms through the sleeves. He tried to pull the zip up the back but he could only just manage to the small of his back as his arms were really restricted in the tight suit.

He walked into the living room as Emma gasped and then giggled at him.

‘Oh my god that is tight – well give us a twirl!’

He spun round smiling in an attempt to make this look like it was a normal evening attire for him.

‘Oh, hang on a moment honey, let me just do your zip up.’

‘No, it’s fine honestly.’ He protested but it was too late Emma had grabbed the zip and started to tug it up his back.

‘Breath in!’ She laughed and pulled the zip right up to the collar.

‘There, you’re locked in for the night now!’ Emma laughed and stood back to admire her colleague in his pvc cat suit he really looked a sight.

‘Well now you have done what I have asked, let me pay back the favour and give you a good trampling. I had a boyfriend once that liked me to walk up down him in heels. Then, if you are a really good girl, I will let you wear my shoes.’

Justin went bright red. God was she really going to do that to him? He had always wanted a girl in high heels to walk all over him. He started to get really aroused and a large bulge appeared in his pvc shorts which Emma immediately spotted.

‘Oh looks like that hit the spot! Right let’s get you tied up. Arms behind your back. What are we going to use? I can take my stockings off. Hang on a moment. Lie face down while I get them off.’

Justin lay down on the ground and placed his arms behind his back. God this was so arousing, he could easily have just humped the floor there and then as he waited for Emma but he resisted the urge. This was hardly how he expected the evening to pan out but as he lay there his mind began to dream about all the things he wanted Emma to do to him.

He felt Emma sit on his legs and wrap her soft nylon stockings around his wrists then pulled them tight. The nylon dug into his wrists and she wrapped more and more around then knotted it tight. He was certain there was no way he could get out unless she untied him.

She stood up and booted his body so he rolled over and looked up at the magnificent image of Emma standing over him with crossed arms and a cross face.

‘You really are a f*****g pervert, aren’t you?’

‘Sorry?’ Ask Justin rather perplexed.

‘You will call me “Sir” I am your Master now, otherwise I will make a call and get Jo and Kelly back her to see what a little freak you are. So, what are you?’ Emma barked.

‘I am a freak, Sir.’

Emma laughed.

‘Ha you are really funny, look at you getting all embarrassed at the thought of Kelly seeing you like this. Does little pervy have a crush on Kelly? What would she think if she saw you like this. You don’t have a flying fart of chance with her and any possibility of dating her would up in smoke if she saw you like this. See I know Kell and she’s pretty much little miss straight and narrow. She looks a million dollars but she’s a s trike missionary position once a week sort of girl. If you know what I mean. Me on the other hand, I am a twisted little b***h for sure and I don’t care you prefer Kelly. The fact is I am her and she’s not okay?’

He looked dumbfounded up at Emma in a new light. She was quite majestic in this role. Superior, confident and really sexy. God this was quite hot. He nodded in agreement and started to get aroused even more.

‘You little fucker, all you are interested in is s*x isn’t it?’ She stomped on his groin as she yelled at him. He doubled over in agony, feeling nauseous with the pain in his balls.

‘Yes Sir!’

Using the dining room table for support she climbed up onto his body and placed one heel on his balls and the other on his chest. She ground them into his flesh slowly grinning with satisfaction as Justin squirmed and groaned in discomfort. She walked steadily up his body and stood on his chest looking down she smiled. He gazed up at her and felt completely in her power, which he strangely liked and felt compelled to suffer more at her hands or feet. The sole of her shoe hovered over his face and slowly the long sharp heel lower over his mouth and continued down as he was forced to take the stiletto into his mouth and down into his throat.

‘Suck my heel you little b***h!’

Emma laughed at him as he sucked the heel gagging as it moved around his mouth and deeper into his throat.

‘you are going to be my little dolly b***h. I am going to have fun with you. Keep sucking my heel. Let’s get you trained up. Harder slut, suck it harder. Any teeth marks on my lovely heels and I will batter your balls black and blue!’

He stared up at her magnificent strong body and felt completely helpless under her. She withdrew her heel that began pacing up and down his body giggling as her heels sank into his flesh and he groaned in pain as she laid a heel on his groin and pushed it down with all her weight.

‘Mm you are rock hard, you love this don’t you b***h. Stop moaning and squealing you are beginning to get on my nerves. Do you want me to gag you?’

He shook his head weakly.

‘I said b***h do you want me to gag you?’

‘Eh yes Sir.’

‘Good girl now open wide.’

Still standing on his body she pulled down her black lacey underwear, squatted down on his chest and pushed her panties into his gapping mouth.

‘Ha ha brilliant! Let me get a picture of this!’

He shook his head furiously.

She placed the sole of her foot over his mouth, took out her phone then took a number of shots of her panties in his mouth and then panned out to take a movie of his entire body clad in black pvc.

‘Oh you really are my little b***h now!’ She giggled.

‘Now you have had your fun, I want to have some fun.’ She smirked and evil smile.

He looked up as he saw Emma turn and slowly descend, the black pleated leather skirt spreading across her buttocks and the leather tightening as it came inches from his face and then she dropped her full body onto his head. Her shoes gripped the side of head and as her knees pressed into his chest. He breathed in the strong smell of the leather and felt completely trapped under her weight.

She pushed down on him making it hard for him to breath and slowly rubbed back and forth on his face. His head was completely encased in her leather clad buttocks and he started to panic desperate for air. After what seemed like an eternity she lifted a buttock and he gasped aloud sucking in the cool air but in a matter of seconds he was back encased in blackness.