Torment Ch. 06

"Only one store left." Sasha answered. She gave her beautiful girlfriend a warm heartfelt smile. Barbara was still ready for more. She had really embraced what a shopping trip with girlfriends was supposed to feel and be like.

**

When Sasha pulled the car into the parking lot of the adult store, Barbara didn't even hesitate. She unbuckled her seat belt and was out the door, ready to shop some more. Sasha reveled in the feelings of having a girlfriend to take shopping. The trepidation Barbara had felt at the beginning of their day was obviously long gone.

Once inside Barbara and Sasha admired the clean, well lit, neat and tidy store. Clearly this was not a stereotypical seedy store in a rundown neighborhood. If it wasn't for the neatly arranged walls of marital aides openly displayed, racks of fetish clothing, and racks of sexy intimate attire this store would and could be mistaken for a boutique lingerie store.

Sasha led Barbara over to the lingerie section to peruse the wide assortment of merchandise. Contemplating the wide selection of lingerie Sasha asked Barbara an important question.

"So what do you like best, style wise?"

Barbara didn't want to admit it but she was actually enchanted by the store. In many ways this store was just too much. There was too much good stuff! The mannequins all adorned in amazing corsets, garters, stockings...feather boas, marabou slippers, truly the selection of erotic intimate attire was overwhelming.

"The corsets are nice, but are you sure you want to spend this much. I can't imagine we would get to play with them that much."

"Absolutely! Every girl should have at least one." Sasha answered.

They both found styles they liked and Barbara was surprised when Sasha agreed to purchase two corsets for her and only one for herself.

"Then why are you buying me these two?"

"Because two is more than one." Sasha shot back evenly.

She patted Barbara on her bottom.

"Because the black one is for upcoming fun while the white one is for much later." she whispered in Barbara's ear.

Sasha was planning long term. Wedding anniversaries were special and having her girlfriend dressed up for it would be wonderful. In her imagination she could already see the ensemble she would insist that Barbara would wear for her.

Sasha paused. Could they both wear a wedding dress?

She set that thought aside for later. Right now she had other ideas to execute.

Sasha led Barbara over to a section of lingerie devoted to Basques and torsolettes. Sasha hadn't given up on her idea of having Barbara in a Waist Nipper. She had done some cursory research on waist training and was eager to try.

She found exactly what she was looking for in a women's steel boned mesh waist cincher. The cincher had lace details that would work well with her current 50s lingerie as well as lacing that would help tighten and pull in her tummy.

Sasha thought about buying it right away and taking Barbara to the changing room to put it on. But there were still several things she needed to get. She would have to save the waist nipper for later. She could help Barbara put it on at home and then have her wear it for the rest of the day....and night...probably...

Placing the waist cincher in the basket they walked together to the toys section. Barbara smirked at the sign over the store's toy section: FUN WITH TOYS.

"So how about one of these?" Sasha teased, holding up a small anal dilator.

Sasha and Barbara had talked about these before. Barbara wasn't entirely sure. The butt plugs certainly didn't look comfortable although her brief on-line investigation gave conflicting statements about them. Some product reviews reported them as being fun and pleasurable while others simply stated they were painful if used for a long length of time.

"I'm just not sure." Barbara answered.

"Would you be willing to try? For me?" Sasha asked coyly, fluttering her eyelashes.

Barbara initially, merely smirked.

"For you? Yes." She finally answered.

As much as she hated to admit it Barbara was really enjoying having her wife be the dominant partner of their relationship. Submission to her was just...so...easy.

Sasha placed the small butt plug into the store basket with the waist cincher and 3 corsets.

"And maybe this for later." Sasha whispered as she selected another butt plug from the selection.

Barbara gulped. The plug she had selected was larger, vibrated, and was internet compatible.

"Are you sure you want to buy that now? We haven't even tried the small one." Barbara was almost whining.

Sasha seemed to consider it for several moments as she read the product details printed on the butt plug packaging.

"Yes!" Sasha decided and smiled. She placed the wi-fi and internet compatible plug into the store basket.

Sasha had wanted this plug since she first came across it while reading about them. The thought that she could send her feminine cross dressed or even under dressed husband out and about while she could remotely activate the vibrating plug from anywhere in the world positively excited her.

"There is one more thing I want to get." Sasha said as Barbara followed her to the next section.

"You already have a strap on." Barbara commented, blushing.

Barbara was embarrassed but not from the idea of her wife wielding a strap-on cock. She was flush with embarrassment by how much she had enjoyed getting pegged the one and only time so far that she had been the recipient of anal sex.

Sasha had to be in the just right mood for her husband to fuck her in the ass. As such sodomy between Sasha and her husband had been a rare occurrence.

As Barbara though, she was self aware enough to know that she was just the opposite of Sasha. She knew she was very willing to try sodomy and be pegged again. The orgasm she experienced while being fucked had been amazing.

"Actually, this is for you...to wear." Sasha informed.

Barbara looked confused.

"This is a Strap-on 'for him'" Sasha pointed out the image on the packaging. "It's so I can still get some dick while you are locked up and chaste."

Barbara blushed even more. Her cheeks were flushed red with warmth. Her caged cock again tried to swell in arousal causing extreme discomfort under her vintage panties, petticoats and 50s dress.

Sasha placed the strap on into the basket with the other items. The idea of her husband all locked up and chaste while she was still able to receive pleasure was another source of arousal. She felt the warmth and moisture form in her panties and she was getting wet just thinking about the idea.

Sasha was pleased with how their experiment in chastity was going. Keeping him frustrated and eager to please her had, thus far, been working perfectly.

Truthfully she did envision sending Barbara into the store alone in the future. She had a sneaking suspicion that after today, and her experience being out dressed en femme that Barbara would like that.

Together Sasha and Barbara also added Lube and a special formulated toy cleanser solution to their basket. On the way to the register Sasha made two more purchases on impulse.

The first item was a fetish collar. Barbara spotted it and paused to look it over. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands as she admired the quality. She held it in both hands, and then turned her head, looking Barbara right in the eyes.

Barbara gulped and blushed yet again as Sasha, with a look of satisfaction added it to the basket.

The last item was a package with two small heart shaped locks. Sasha saw the little pink metal hearts and instantly knew that they would be perfect for Barbara's new collar as well as for her chastity cage.

"Is there anything else we want to get while we are here?" She asked.

Barbara merely shook her head in the negative.

"No? Ok then. If we think of anything else we could always come back later." Sasha said, smiling.

**

The ferry ride and drive home was largely silent. They were both a bit tired from their shopping trip. It had lasted all day and once on the ferry they spent most of their time checking mail and messages on their phones.

Once they disembarked the ferry and were driving home Sasha again watched as Barbara fussed with the 50s dress and once again admired how the skirt floofed out around her as she sat in the passenger seat of the car.

The 1950s style blue floral print dress with its pinched waist, exaggerated hourglass silhouette, rounded shoulders, exaggerated hips and full skirt ending at mid calf suited her well. The dresses short sleeves ended just above her elbows. Its wide ribbon like design around the waist and large bow at the back truly made her waist appear smaller.

Sasha just knew that the waist training cincher she bought would make her waist even smaller.

Sasha again admired the bodice of the dress with the three large buttons up the front and v-shaped collar that plunged down between her breasts, showcasing Barbara's décolletage.

What excited her most was to envision Barbara's undergarments. Her white petticoat that gave the skirt its loft as well as a black bullet bra holding Barbara's realistic silicon breast forms that gave her bosom such definition and prominence.

Sneaking peeks while driving; Sasha again looked down to Barbara's feet and her vintage black baby doll rounded toe heels. Her thoughts followed her eyes as she admired the sheer champagne stockings at her ankles and in her minds eye she envisioned them as they ascended Barbara's legs ending at the stocking's wide black hem as her thigh highs attached to the black 1950s style 6 strap garter belt.

Her imagination supplemented her memory of Barbara wearing the white vintage style high waisted nylon panties and their delicate black lacing details. Knowing her intimately kindled her arousal. As an afterthought Sasha wondered if she should have purchased a vintage style girdle. She would bet Barbara's ass would look amazing when held tight by a girdles constricting design. She wondered how the compression would affect Barbara's caged cock.

"What part of this dress do you like best?" Sasha asked as she once again watched Barbara fuss with the dress.

"These decorative buttons on the front." Barbara answered without hesitating.

"Why those?"

"I just think they look adorable."

Sasha smiled and nodded in agreement.

"What do you like best?" Barbara asked.

"The ribbon around your waist and the bow at the small of your back." Sasha answered.

"Why is that?" Barbara asked.

"They just make your waist look smaller and more feminine." Sasha responded.

Barbara felt around her waist. Sasha nearly giggled when she tried to put her hands around her waist to see if her fingers could touch. Despite her flat tummy, it wasn't even close, but the gesture was incredibly feminine to watch.

Sasha also thought about her husband and his mannerisms. When en femme, all dressed and dolled up he became Barbara in more than just appearance. She like the way 'he' became 'she'.

The way he became her in motion as well as vision, the way she held her hands and arms, not like a guy with elbows out and shoulders hunched but like a girl with elbows in and forearms slightly out, hands down and shoulders and back straight...just like a girl.

Then there was her walking stride when wearing heels, her heel to toe stroll with a subtle roll of the hips and sway of her bottom. Of course she never walked that way when just being 'him', her husband, in guy mode.

Sasha sat in wonder at the transformation that her husband underwent every time they fully transformed him into her and had play time. Sasha had to admit, she was slightly addicted to the fun of having her husband as her girlfriend and lover.

"You know, it's been, what...six, seven months now...what type of stockings do you like best?" Sasha asked. She was pleased to see from her expression that Barbara was giving it serious thought.

"I don't know that I can choose. They all have their merits."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there is this feeling of vulnerability when wearing panties and the stay up thigh highs, especially if I wear them with a short mini skirt. Everything is so...accessible."

"It's slightly less so with the garter belt and thigh highs. It's visually more erotic but it seems like such an unnecessary contraption when silicone bands on the hem of the stockings do a better job."

"Pantyhose look nice as well with the continuous sheer material going all the way up the legs and then over the ass. Uhh...they also feel more 'secure' as they provide...umm...'full coverage'."

Sasha giggled briefly at the admission but quickly cut herself off.

"I can agree with all that. The wonderful thing is that hey all have their merits and they all have their drawbacks. But some styles just pair better with certain outfits." Sasha agreed.

"Oh totally. Absolutely. Fer sure!" Barbara said affecting a California accent.

"So what are you now? A valley girl?" Sasha asked, stifling her laughter at the unexpected impression.

"What can I say?" Barbara answered dramatically, "the mood like, you know, totally struck me."

Sasha giggled again. Barbara was way more playful than when she was being her husband.

"So what is the best part of a woman?" Sasha now asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Uh...like, are you a breast man or a butt man? Or maybe a woman's legs?"

Barbara seemed to ponder Sasha's question for many moments.

"None of the above."

"What do YOU mean?" Sasha asked, confused.

"You can't break a woman down into her component parts. A woman is a whole person; she is more than the sum of her component parts."

Barbara continued; "A woman is synergistic and wonderful. It is impossible to like only one thing more than another without diminishing her mystery and romance."

Sasha was astounded and temporarily unable to speak. She had never felt more flattered than she did at that moment. A smile of appreciation brought light and life to her face far in excess of the mere happiness she had been experiencing thus far from their day together.

Suddenly the shopping trip and day spent with her cross dressed feminine husband felt less like an outing among girlfriends and more like a date.

Sasha flushed with embarrassment as a warm feeling of affection and love surged through her body.

Yes...this definitely felt like a date.

"Well, what do you like best about your presentation?" She asked.

"The whole...all of it...the forms that give me the illusion of breasts, the cinched waist, the flare of the skirt and my heels that make my legs and butt look better...all of it."

Driving now in silence, several moments passed before Sasha responded.

"Yes. I think so too."

**

Arriving home Sasha parked in the Garage and let Barbara unload all the shopping bags. Sasha was slowly slipping into her domme mode.

"I'll pour the wine. You get the laundry going and hang up whatever doesn't need washing." Sasha said sweetly but her tone was clear. This wasn't a request.

Barbara blushed again. Her arousal strained her chastity cage something fierce. Try as she might she could not feel any irritation at Sasha's directions...her orders. There was simply something about being en femme that felt so right and when dressed en femme following orders that was provocative and stimulating.

Barbara didn't really know why she liked it so much, letting Sasha dominate her, she just knew that she did.

Besides, it was a small chore. All the laundry from the previous day and the new items they had purchased today would barely make a full load of delicates.

With the load started, Barbara went to her closet and hung up her leather skirt. She put away her grey heels she had started out the day with. She took a moment to pause and notice how many 'girl things' she had now.

One side of the walk in closet now had an entire rack of dresses, skirts and blouses that were hers and hers alone. She had about 5 pairs of heels sitting on the floor below them. Her petticoats were stuffed onto a shelf above the hanger rod.

On a whim, Barbara went to her dresser and looked inside. Her underwear drawer was now her panty drawer. She didn't even have any pairs of male underwear left, Sasha having burned the last of her boxers at a bonfire.

Her sock drawer shared space with her stockings, nylons, and garter belts. Yes, she had more than one garter belt, in fact adding the new 50s style one she was now wearing she had three. She noted how her male socks took up only 1/3 the drawer space compared to her other femme items.

'He' used to have two t-shirt drawers but now he only had one. The other drawer was now hers and was filled with her bras, breast forms cradle and women's t-shirts and tank tops and camisoles.

Barbara wasn't sure where she would put her corsets or waist nipper when they came out of the wash. She would have to find room somewhere. She set the adult items; the new strap on, butt plugs, fetish collar and locks on the bathroom counter. They would have to be washed before use. Barbara felt a quiver of anticipation and fear thinking of Sasha fucking her. She also wondered about fucking Sasha while being locked up. She had to set that thought aside as once again her cock strained uncomfortably inside her cage.

It had been an unusual day; her almost constant arousal had been tormenting her cock. She really hoped Sasha would unlock her so they could make love. She had to set that thought aside quickly as the strain of her arousal on her cock only increased the discomfort.

Barbara walked out and found Sasha had kicked off her heels and was relaxing on the couch. A bottle of chilled white wine already opened and two glasses already poured.

**

Sasha heard Barbara drawing near, the tapping of her heels on the hardwood floors betraying her approach. She lay back, reclining languorously onto the rich smooth leather of the sofa, the material cool to the touch upon her bare skin.

Barbara entered the room, and couldn't help but smile.

Sasha had stripped to her bra and panties. Her heels, top and leggings cast aside on the living room floor. Laying back upon the couch her full firm breasts were just barely contained by her demi bra. The top half of her aureoles were visible above the top edge of the bra. Her bosom tapered down to her narrow waist and then swelled back out to her full womanly hips and bottom. Her pretty panties, matching her bra, betrayed her arousal, a damp patch forming at the gusset.

"I'm so glad you finally decided to join me." Sasha said in a seductive tone. She sipped her wine.

"So am I." Barbara's smiled widely, a giddy feeling stirred inside her while yet again she felt the strain of her cock swelling against her chastity in a futile attempt to grow.

Gah! So frustrating!

She had never experienced this many foiled and frustrated attempts of her penis to become erect in a single day. The torment of inadvertent and incidental eroticism throughout the day now seemed unending. It was as unyielding as the cage keeping her penis frustrated and constrained. Barbara's breath once again hitched as the discomfort of denial overwhelmed her, a behavioral and physical response that Sasha recognized.

"Cock in distress dear?" Sasha asked knowingly.

"No...not distress...just, frustrated."

"Aww, poor baby, do I make you hard?" Sasha teased.

"You know damn well you do...or at least you try. You could unlock my cock and I'll show you how hard you make me." Barbara taunted back.

"Mmm...I just might do that." Sasha replied.

"I'll tell you what gorgeous, why don't you kiss me, then get on your knees and lick my pussy. Give me your talented tongue and maybe, if you're good I'll unlock you and ride that dick again!"

Barbara felt her mouth water. The mere thought of tasting and teasing Sasha with her tongue caused her imprisoned penis greater discomfort and yet, spurred her on by her desire, she knelt next to her wife slipped one hand behind Sasha's head, and gave her a passionate kiss.