Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 21

"So? Am I not supposed to have your permission to cum?"

"Well, yes."

"Am I not supposed to tell you when I break a rule, whether it was my doing or not?"

"Yes. You should."

"Then unless you're going to start giving me boundaries and then letting me get away with breaking them, I'd say we're at a crossroads."

"So you're saying you want to be punished for this."

"No. I'm saying I expect you to punish me. Whether that happens or not is entirely up to you," she shrugged. "But you're the one that said you had no choice but to keep me until next Sunday because you told Alex the consequences for how he acted. That's sending me kind of a mixed message, don't you think?"

"You're an incredible woman, Chrissy."

"Yes I am. Maybe you'll take that into account when you punish me," she winked, standing on her toes to kiss him quickly on the lips.

He opened the back door for her, and the front one for Comet. As he walked around the Expedition to get in, he shook his head. "She really is the chosen one."

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Saturday afternoon, May 18th -- DAY 2

Maggie and Sarah were walking through the huge shoe store. It was like a warehouse, with thousands of styles and selections for men, women and children. Granted, the number of options for heels for young girls was rather limited, but if there was ever a place to find them, this was going to be it.

It was Maggie's favorite store to buy shoes. The brands weren't high end, yet they were recognizable names. But she never cared about that anyway. She cared about quality and price. She was a shoe whore, more concerned about how big of a bang she could get for her buck. The huge selection made her excited every time she went in.

They found the section of heels for Sarah, and she was beside herself. "There are a lot," she said excitedly.

"Yeah. More than I imagined, to be honest. I'm sorry I had you upset," she said, having warned the youngster that she didn't know what kind of selection they might have because she'd never shopped for kids heels before. She knew they'd have them, but she didn't want her to get her hopes too high. Instead, the problem was going to be having so many to choose from. It was the problem Maggie loved whenever she walked into the place. She knew it was going to take a while.

She wasn't going to rush her, but she gave a couple of parameters. "Okay Sarah, we're going to get you two pairs. We want them to be a little big so you can grow with them."

"Mommy does that for me too," she nodded.

"Good. So you know why. The other thing is we need to do is ease you into this. Young kids can't wear heels as high as an adult wears. Like I'm wearing," she said, pointing at the four-inch black stilettos that Sarah had brought her to wear with the outfit she had on.

"How come?"

"Because you're still growing. You're half my size, so we need to find something half the size that I'm wearing... or a little less. Most of my shoes have a four-inch heel, although I have some three and some five... it depends on the style and what I'm wearing them for. We're going to get you some that are one or two inches, with a wider base so you can learn to walk."

"Learn to walk?"

"You'll need to get used to walking with your ankles at a different angle. Look how mine are positioned right now compared to yours. See?"

"Oh, yeah," she nodded.

"Think of these as your princess training wheels. You're still going to be a princess in them, but as you get older, you'll be able to move on to shoes that are more like mine if you want. Not every woman likes to wear shoes like this."

"They don't want to be princesses?"

"Ha! Well, I guess I shouldn't have been so black and white when I said that. The truth is not all princesses wear heels. It's not a really requirement."

"It's not? Then why'd you say that?"

"Because a lot of them do, and I wanted to bring you here. The real truth is I love wearing them, and I love how they make me feel. I wanted to share that with you. You were asking why I had so many in my closet, and I wanted you to like me. I didn't want you to think I'm weird for having so many."

"But I do like you."

"And I like you too. Very, very much. But I also need to be honest with you. So, let's talk about some of those Disney characters again. Jasmine didn't wear heels. Neither did Esmeralda. Ariel was obviously a mermaid. Pocahontas was barefoot. What I'm saying is every woman is different. If you don't want to wear heels you don't have to in order to be a princess."

"I want to. My mommy wears them now that she's a queen. You do, and you look pretty in them. Please?"

"I already promised you, munchkin. I just don't want you to think you have to. It's like skinny dipping. You don't have to, and you certainly don't have to do it every day."

"I know. But I want to. Sometimes."

"Well, then let's find some you'll look great in."

They spent a good twenty minutes trying on different styles. Sarah got used to the change in angle with ease, and Maggie determined that she could handle the two-inch height versus the one with no problems. That gave them a lot more options, but Maggie was proud that one of the ones Sarah selected was a pretty pair of black wedges, because she said she could wear them with more things.

It was no surprise that the other pair she wanted were more in line with what a princess would wear. And they were purple.

"They go great with your nails," Maggie observed.

"Thanks. Mommy and I got them done last weekend. My toes too."

"I saw. Very nice. Okay, now that we got you all set, let's go see if we can find me a pair of blue ones."

They moved to another aisle to where Maggie knew they'd be. She'd been scoping them out for months, but she couldn't find a sound reason to buy them. She didn't have that many outfits to wear them with, but the one she currently had on qualified. Besides, she had something else in mind. All the shoes Sarah had picked out were four-inches. The ones she was drooling over her five, and made her legs really pop.

She slipped them on and walked to the full length mirror at the end of the aisle. "What do you think, munchkin?"

"They make you look sexy," she said, not really understanding what she meant, but knowing Maggie looked pretty.

"I think so too. Why don't you put on your wedges and we can take a selfie together in the mirror."

Maggie took a couple, and then she took a few of the happy young girl as she faced her. She was taking another when she heard a gasp behind her. Zooming in quickly, she took a picture of the woman reacting behind her, using the reflection of the mirror. Then she took a second as she turned away in horror.

She began to seethe inside. She knew it was possible, but she didn't really think it would happen out loud. She figured the judgement would be silent. There were people who were of the school of thought that kids as young as Sarah shouldn't wear heels because they weren't mature enough physically; that it might damage their growth because of the way the shoes changed the way they'd walk. There were also those that felt shoes of that type promoted an unhealthy self image, playing to the stereotypes of what a male dominated society expected women to conform to.

She turned just in time to see her scurry away hurriedly, ducking around the corner. Maggie looked at the last picture she'd taken, a profile of the beautiful blonde. The side of her head was cut very short, an intricate design shaved into it and highlighted with green dye. The rest of her hair was long and luxurious. Flipping to the next photo, Maggie noticed her attire as she walked away. It appeared to be a men's black t-shirt being worn as a shirt dress, tied tight to her waist with a belt. The woman was barefoot, but that didn't seem as odd, as she often did the same thing while shopping for shoes in that store.

As she flipped to a picture of Sarah in front of the mirror, she looked at the reflection of the woman in the image. Her hand was covering her mouth, a shocked expression in her eyes.

Taking the series of photos in total, Maggie was puzzled. She thought about the sound she'd heard. It wasn't a groan, or a grumble. It wasn't even a sound of disgust. It was more along the line of disbelief and despair.

"What in the world was that all about?" she wondered.

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Saturday afternoon, May 18th -- DAY 2

Christina was stunned. She'd never been in a store like it. She was surprised she'd never heard of it from one of her friends. The only reason she could think of was the location, since it was nowhere near her home. She hadn't been in the place but a couple of minutes and she was telling Gerard that she was going to have to thank Sasha again for telling him about it.

He smiled as he looked at his phone again. At the text Brandi had sent him, and the excitement she'd responded with when he told her not only would the be going to Vegas, but that they were going to be delayed on getting back to the house because he was taking Christina shopping for shoes. He was going to leave it up to her to take her clothes shopping for the trip.

Brandi's excitement wasn't just from what he'd told her. It was the way things were working out behind the scenes. She'd taken a road trip when she found out Christina was going to take her advice and use Maggie as a way to manipulate Alex. It was a whim, and it was illegal, but she saw it as a clever way to keep her thumb on all the parties involved in the world she was creating for her friend.

She'd driven to LA, specifically to the parking garage Alex's firm used. Going inside, she found his Mercedes easily. Finding Maggie's Mini Cooper proved more difficult. She actually had to stake out the parking lot early in the morning and catch her driving in. She'd listened to Christina describe the picture Alex was using as an avatar on his phone for his voluptuous redheaded executive secretary, and knew instantly it was her when she drove by to park and head into work one morning.

Giving her twenty minutes to park and leave the garage, Brandi circled the garage until she found both cars and hid GPS trackers in the undercarriage of them. She'd done the same thing to Christina's new Escalade, wanting to be able to keep tabs on any of the vehicles that they might use while Christina was with Gerard.

Brandi saw that Maggie's car was on the move, and that she'd driven home. She didn't think much of that in and of itself, because of Gerard dropping the bomb that he was keeping Christina until the next weekend. She was going to need clothes just like Christina, so it made sense. But when she stopped on the way back at the shoe warehouse, Brandi became inspired. She couldn't prove it, but she would have bet anything that Maggie would have taken Sarah with her. That's what she would have done.

She texted Gerard with her theory, and challenged him to take Christina there and push her sexually inside the store. Either way, it was another step in breaking down Christina's resistance, which would be important once they got to Vegas. Gerard alluded he had plans for her, and he did. He wasn't just a puppet. But Brandi's mind was exploding with ideas already. She told him to tell Christina that Sasha had recommended the store, knowing she'd want to know how Gerard knew about it.

For Christina, it was a bit unnerving to walk into a store barefoot, thinking she might be asked to leave. But once she was inside she relaxed. It wasn't uncommon for a woman to take off her shoes to try other ones on. Comfortable now that she was inside, her thoughts returned to the naughty ones she'd had when they pulled into the parking lot.

She'd cum a half dozen times from the vibrating egg Gerard had handed her. His goal of having her juices running down the inside of her thighs was accomplished as she slowly strolled through the immense warehouse full of footwear. Once she got inside, he challenged her more. She began by flashing Gerard, lifting the front of the makeshift dress, or bending over in front of him. Pulling him down an aisle of high heels, she sat on one of the padded benches and motioned him toward her. First she took a selfie with her thighs parted, the front pulled up, showing her glistening pussy and newly transformed pubic hair.

Pulling down the front of Gerard's tight-fitting shorts, his cock sprang free in front of her face. She fired up her camera on video, and began sucking him wildly. She loved that he was only half-hard, and how he grew in her mouth. Once he was fully engorged, she took him down her throat for a bit before stopping.

She quickly fired off a a couple of texts to Alex, showing him the new hair for the first time, with no explanation. None was needed. She'd said she was going to come back to him a changed woman. Apparently the type with wild hair and a willingness to perform sex acts in a public place, like a huge shoe store.

What she'd done was a big risk, and she giggled as got up and moved away, leaving Gerard there with his hard shaft out in all his glory. He chuckled as she walked around the corner, leaving him to tuck it back in, only to have her come back a few moments later in a panic.

"What's wrong," he asked, seeing the expression on her face.

"It's my daughter!" she shivered, speaking in a hushed tone. "She's around the corner with Maggie, three aisles away!"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

The idea that she'd been a hundred feet from her youngest child with a strange man's cock down her throat horrified her, and she stood frozen, trembling. Not that it would have been explainable to be deep throating her husband if he were there. But this was Gerard, and she was being a slut at the moment.

Maggie was inquisitive, never one to let a riddle go unsolved if she felt there was an opportunity to find the answer. The key was the stunning blonde, now standing nearby down the aisle next to them. She had her back to them, along with a large black man she was apparently with. Maggie led Sarah down the aisle they were suddenly in, stopping directly behind them, using a prop as a device.

Picking up a red five-inch heeled sandal, she said, "Look at this one, Sarah. Isn't it cute?"

"Yeah. I didn't know they had ones that show your toes. Do they have those for me?"

"I'm afraid not, munchkin. You'll have to wait until you get older."

"How old do I have to be?"

"Ha! It's more about how big you are. They don't make them in youth sizes. You'd have to wait until your feet are big enough for the smallest adult size. And of course your mom would have to approve. I'm getting you a couple pair because I think you deserve to feel like a princess."

Sarah smiled. "I am a princess."

"I know. You keep telling me how your mommy is a queen. That makes sense. So do you like these?"

"Uh huh. It would go with your outfit too."

"See... you're learning. Look to see if they have my size. You look on the shelves down there, I'll look up here."

Maggie knew the size she would need was near the top. She was using the opportunity to set the reason to be there, and to use her acute sense of hearing to her advantage as they searched in silence. It was one of her gifts, the ability to hear conversations from a great distance. More than once she'd used it to gain information at work. She'd referred to it as being attentive for Alex when she'd drop some snippet, saying she overheard it. He called it for what it was; simple eavesdropping. She would shrug at his choice of description, but the fact remained it was one of the things that made her so good at her job. It was an integral part of her perceptive nature that made her invaluable to him as his executive secretary. The woman was innately aware of her surroundings, and able to piece together clues that others missed. She was like a legal detective.

Standing directly behind the couple in the next aisle, pretending to look at shoes just like she was, she trained her ears and waited.

Christina knew she was behind them. She dared not move for fear of being discovered. Sarah wouldn't be able to see her because she was too short. But she couldn't take the chance Maggie might recognize her, even though the two had never met face to face.

She leaned over toward Gerard and whispered, "That's definitely Maggie. And she's got Sarah with her."

"Are you sure?" he said in what for him was a whisper, but in his deep voice still reverberated louder than Christina wanted.

"Ssshhh! Of course I'm sure. I know what my own daughter looks like. She called her Sarah for God's sake. She even called her munchkin. That's her nickname."

"Oh, yeah. She did," he chuckled.

Maggie's eyes opened wide at the discovery. She almost gasped herself when she realized who the woman was. She checked the photos she'd taken, comparing them to the images she recalled of Christina. Other pictures she'd seen. "My God, that is her! That's Christina!" she yelled in her head.

Christina was just as stunned. "What the hell are they doing here?"

Gerard shrugged and said, "I'm not sure, but my guess... and it's just a guess, would be they're buying shoes. I could be wrong about that though."

Maggie had to fight the urge to snicker at his retort. Christina didn't find it as funny.

"Seriously? I don't need sarcasm right now. It doesn't make any sense. I don't live anywhere near this place."

"Well where does Maggie live?"

"I have no idea where she lives. Why would that even matter? I didn't even know this place existed until you said Sasha told you about it."

"I was just thinking maybe she lives closer to Sasha than to your place."

"That doesn't make any sense either."

"It might. Maybe Maggie had to go to her place to get some things because you're going to be with me for another week. That's why we're here, isn't it. I'm certainly not going to drive all the way to your place to get you more shoes and clothes to wear. Your kids are there."

"No. One of them is like six feet from me on the other side of that wall of shoes! I'm freaking out right now!"

Maggie had heard enough. It helped that Sarah said, "I don't see any."

"Me either, munchkin. I'll get the blue ones. Let's go."

They headed back the way they came, but she stopped when they got around the corner. Sarah caught her image in the mirror again, smiling as she saw the shoes she was wearing.

"Would you like to wear them home?"

"Are you serious? Can I?" she yelled, loud enough for Christina and Gerard to hear her.

"I'm going to wear mine. You'll have to take them off when we buy them so they can check them, but you can put them back on when they're done."

"Okay," she said happily.

Maggie let her keep looking at herself, deciding to have a little fun. She sent off a text.

5:57 PM
I live in Pomona.

Christina felt her phone pulse in her hand, the accompanying chirp alerting her to a text. She thought it would be Alex responding to the ones she'd sent, but she was in for another shock when she checked it.

"Oh my God! I just got a text from Maggie!"

"Really? What's it say?"

"It says she lives in Pomona."

"Haha! She heard us. That's funny."

"She heard you because your voice is so fucking loud. What am I going to do?"

"Text her back. Find out what she wants."

Christina decided to play coy.

5:57 PM
What?

5:57 PM
This is u, right?

Maggie sent the picture of Christina's profile, showing off the design on the side of her head. Christina got it and panicked on another level.

"She's got a picture of me!" she yelped, showing it to Gerard.

He shrugged. "So? She also has your daughter. Do you trust her or not?"

"Of course I trust her."

"Then fucking act like it. Be honest with her."

5:57 PM