Forced to be Feminine

I watched her walk into the main body of the shop, her corseted body looked even better with the addition of the breast forms and the high heels really did improve her walk, there was one thing missing I realised, I called her back and placed a leather shackle around each of her ankles before linking them with a short chain, her stride was now effectively hobbled, once she was in a dress or skirt with a wig and make up she would be really feminine in every way.

Two hours later I went back to the shop, there was a pile of clothing on the counter and she stood meekly beside it her eyes downcast, she was obviously desperately hoping she had made the right decisions.

I went through the clothes separating the items into two piles, one that I found acceptable, the other pile the clothes I did not find feminine enough. She had done well, virtually all of the clothes were in tactile materials such as silk, satin, leather and PVC, they were in the main very feminine with high neck and back fastened blouses included, the longer skirts were a mixture of hobble and pencil whilst the mini-skirts were all pleated or just simply flared and all short enough to ensure they would barely cover her stocking tops, the dresses she had chosen included some really tight fitting gowns which would have the effect of restricting her movement. She had also done well with her underwear and nightwear with a selection of corsets and suspender belts catching my eye, I was pleased to see she had without prompting selected some bra's, she obviously accepted that the breast forms were to be a permanent part of her future life, she had chosen a selection of scarves, this included several small black ones, the only purpose of these would be to use as gags, again showing her acceptance of future bondage.

Where she had failed were two cotton blouses, (these were definitely not sensual enough), two pairs of tights (something I would never allow her to wear in place of stockings), she had also failed to select the satin maids outfit and the cream satin wedding dress which I had placed in a prominent position. I collected all these things into one pile slowly counting them out. She looked crestfallen; these errors meant she would receive thirty strokes with the flogger!