Part 1

I had recently updated my Facebook and Twitter profiles since had purchased two new pairs of boots. One pair was knee high and the other pair was thigh high, both pairs had five-inch heels. My new profile pictures were of me wearing my bondage outfit. My bondage outfit consisted of a white spandex unitard, my black leather corset, my black leather opera length gloves, a black leather posture collar, a black leather mask and my new five-inch heel black leather thigh high boots. The white see through fabric of my spandex unitard was unable to hide my erection. I had purchased my unitard one size smaller so that the fabric would be tighter, slightly more see through and revealing. This, coupled with the fact that I had a slightly smaller that average penis, made for a thoroughly humiliating bondage outfit.

I completed the caption with my new photos by saying, "I just bought some new thigh high boots." My profile information said that I was a single submissive male into heavy bondage, foot and boot worship and humiliation. In the past, I had been contacted by other guys who wanted to tie me up and have their way with me. Unfortunately I had not had the same luck with women. My ultimate fantasy was to be a helplessly bound sex slave for a woman or group of women. The though of submitting to another guy was not something that I was really into.

I guess it was only a few minutes after I had posted the photos of me wearing my new boots on Facebook, I got a reply. The private message was from a woman who said her name was Kim or Mistress Kim. She said that she had seen my new photos and liked my bondage outfit. She said that she would love to see how well I could walk in my five-inch heel thigh high boots.

Kim said that while we were not actually friends on Facebook, we did both belong to a number of the same groups including a few local groups. She said that she noticed my new photos and thought she try to contact me. I thought for a moment that this was too good to be true and it must be some kind of a scam. That is until I friended Kim and she posted a few pictures to my timeline.

As it turns out, Kim was an employee at one of the local adult clothing stores. This particular store was just south of the downtown area in a trendy, somewhat eclectic neighborhood. The store carried a huge selection of BDSM equipment, sexy outfits for women and cross-dressing men and a large selection of sexy high heel footwear. I'd often fantasized about trying on and purchasing a pair of boots there.

Kim said that after seeing my photos this morning, she checked out my profile. She wanted to know if I was still into foot and boot worship and more importantly, if I was still willing "to be tied up in public?" I realized that my profile said that I was willing to wear my bondage outfit and "play" in public or private. I stared at my computer screen afraid to answer. Kim sent another private message that said, "Well yes or no?" I replied, "Yes."

Kim sent me another message that said, we (the store) have a small public "play space" set aside so that customers can try some of our products. She said that there were two homemade bondage chairs and a bondage pole so that customers could try things out. She said that customers could tie each other up to see if they like bondage. Kim did say that I would need to sign a waiver stating that I was submitting to being tied up, since it was going to be employees who would be doing the tying. I replied, "OK."

I asked Kim when she thought we could do this. She replied, "I'm at work right now, come on down." I asked her if I needed to bring anything with me other than my bondage outfit. She replied that she had tons of rope, a collar, a ball gag and a bondage helmet. I thought for a moment that if I didn't go through with this today, right now, that if I chickened out, I may never get this opportunity again. I replied, "I'll be there in an hour."

I was so excited and so scared at the same time. I immediately took a quick shower and slipped into my white unitard. I tightly laced up my corset to the point that it was a little had to breathe. I put on a pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt to try to cover my unitard. I put my new thigh high boots and my opera gloves inside a small duffle bag and headed out the door. I took a cab from my apartment to the store since parking in that part of town in the middle of the day was almost impossible. Fortunately it was a short cab ride otherwise I might have had second thoughts about what I was about to do.

When I arrived at the store my heart began to race and my palms got a little sweaty. I could feel my erection getting harder as I walked into the store and as my penis rubbed against the silky spandex fabric of my unitard. I was met by a sexy tattooed girl named Trish, who directed me to the back of the store to meet with Kim.

Kim was standing behind a sales counter that was full of cock rings, butt plugs and dildos. She was attractive, probably in her late 20's and also covered in tattoos. She introduced herself to me and asked me to follow her to the office in the back of the store. When we got into the office Kim introduced me to two other employees and told me that I could change and leave my street clothes there.

Kim said that she was pleasantly surprised that I actually showed up. She said that in reality most guys on the Internet these days are not for real and would never actually show up for a public bondage session. Kim said that she was really excited for our session.

I asked Kim if there was someplace to change and she replied, "yea, right here in front of us." Without thinking I slipped off my shoes, took off my shirt and pants. I stood in front of them in my spandex unitard and leather corset. There was no hiding my erection which was straining the sheer fabric of my unitard. I sat down in a chair and took my boots out and put them on. I pulled out my gloves and slipped them on as well.

Kim said, "Wow, I really like your outfit, lets see how well you can walk in those boots." I walked a few steps in each direction in the small office without any problems. I told her that I practice walking in them at home.

Kim said, "You look great, lets get this waiver out of the way and show you around the store." She handed me a piece of paper that had a blank place for my name and a place for my signature at the bottom. I didn't really read it very closely before signing the document. It basically said that I was submitting to bondage play of my own free will. What I hadn't read all that closely was that I was also submitting to any and all public humiliation from staff or customers, that I was submitting to the use of any and all toys provided by the store to include but not limited to: paddles, floggers, nipple clamps, ball gags, bondage helmets, butt plugs, dildos and insertables. I was also submitting to foot, boot and shoe worship to include kissing, licking, sniffing and worshiping the feet, boot and/or shoes of all staff and customers. And finally I was submitting to being photographed and/or video recorded during any and all parts of my session in the store. I signed the waiver and Kim put in in the desk drawer.

Kim looked at me with a smile and said, "Are you ready?" I replied, "Yes." She asked me, "Are you excited?" I replied, "Yes." She then asked me, "Are you scared?" I'm not sure if she could tell that my knees and hands were a little bit shaky when I answered, "Yes." Kim said, "Good, you should be."

Kim directed me to remove my gloves, which I did. She handed me a pair of small stocking and told me to put them on my hands. The stockings came up past my elbows and prevented me from fully opening my hands. The bondage mittens came next. The bondage mitts or thumb less mittens were like a long leather glove that came up past my elbows. But unlike my leather opera length gloved, the bondage mitts did not have any fingers.

Kim directed me to make a fist with each hand and fold my thumbs under my fingers. Then I slid my hand inside the mitten and she zipped each mitt up past my elbow. The bondage mitts encased each of my hands and arms in tight leather from my hands up past my elbows. I wasn't really in any type of bondage yet but there was no way for me to remove the bondage mitts myself and my hands were now completely useless.

Kim directed me to put my hands behind my back, which I did. She produced a pair of police style handcuffs and put them on my wrists. The ratcheting sound as she tightened each cuff down on my leather encased wrists made me realize that I had just past the point of no return. Kim asked me if the cuffs were on to tight. I was kind of choked up when I answered but was able to tell her, "No, their OK."

I was standing in front of her while she sat in an office chair. My feet were about shoulders with apart which helped me balance on my five-inch heels. Kim directed me to put my feet closer together. She produced a pair of police style ankle cuffs with a very short chain. She put the ankle cuffs on my ankles. They held my ankles about three inches apart and made walking extremely difficult.

Kim smiled a devious smile as she buckled a wide posture collar around my neck. I was no longer able to look left, right, up or down without moving my entire body. Kim then dangled a huge bright red ball gag in front of face. She put the ball gag in my mouth and buckled the single leather strap behind my head. The ball was so big I could barley breath around it. It made talking impossible, all I could do was make moans and grunts.

Kim directed me to sit down in one of the office chairs to rest my feet for a minute while she changed her choice of footwear. Kim grabbed a pair of black patent leather thigh high boots that were on the floor. She sat down and slipped off the flats that she had been wearing and unzipped each boot. She pulled a black nylon stocking from deep inside each boot and slipped them on her feet. I was staring in awe at her sexy feet and red painted toes. She slipped her boots on and sipped them up.

Not that she didn't look sexy as hell before, but now she looked powerful and menacing. Kim looked at me, looked down at my hard on and then back up at me and asked, "Did you like the show?" I tried to say yes but all I could do was grunt.

Kim said, "I have really stinky sweaty feet so I can't wear these patent leather boots all day long. Although my flats don't smell much better when I wear them with out sox, like today." She asked, "Do you want to take a sniff?"

I did my best to nod my head up and down indicating yes, but the posture collar made that hard. I also tried to grunt a yes past the ball gag. Kim knew what I wanted and put one of her flats over my nose and mouth. She pressed the dirty flat canvas shoe against my face while I drew in a long deep breath. The smell was overwhelming and intoxicating. I tried to take a second sniff but she pulled the shoe away from my face.

Kim said, "Enough of this fun, lets get out there on the floor and get you tied up." She attached a leather leash to a ring on the front of my collar and with a slight tug we were headed out the door of the office.

Trish met us just as we left the office. She had a fancy looking camera in one hand and her cell phone in he other. Trish said, "You guys look great, let me get a few pictures."

The store's floor was bare industrial concrete and seemed to echo with each step I took. I looked towards the main part of the store and was able to see about half dozen customers shopping that were not there when I came in.

We stopped in the back of the store where the footwear department was. Kim said that this is usually where they allowed customers to tie each other up and try out the stores merchandise. Kim said that they have made a new play space in the front of the store, right inside of the front doors and visible from the street. She looked at me and said, "Your going to be the first person we've had tied to our new bondage pole, kind of like a live mannequin."

As we headed towards the front of the store we passed two dressing rooms. There was a full-length mirror on one of the walls. I tried to get a look at myself as we walked past the mirror. Kim noticed this and put me directly in front of the mirror.

I was breathing a little bit hard through my nose as a result of being hobbled, ballgaged, scared and excited all at once. I took in my image and reflected on the situation I had allowed myself to get in. I looked at my five inch heel thigh high boots, my essentially see through white spandex unitard, my black leather corset and the collar and ball gag Kim had put on me.

Kim caught me looking directly at my crotch in the mirror. She said, "White spandex doesn't hide much now does it? Your outfit is what made me contact you today, I really wanted to see if you'd actually wear that in public like you said on your posts."

Then it hit me, there was something missing. My mask, I wasn't wearing my mask. In all the excitement leading up to this moment, I'd forgotten to talk with Kim about wearing my mask. Kim tugged on the leash and we were off towards the front of the store. I tried to communicate past the ball gag but all that I could get out was an indiscernible grunt.

Kim walked me towards the front door of the store but stopped just shy of actually going outside. She turned me around so that I was facing back inside the store. And there it was, about 15 feet directly inside of the store's front doors, their new bondage pole.

The pole was actually one of the building's structural poles that ran from the floor to the high ceiling. It was painted black from the floor to the ceiling and actually said "Bondage Pole" pained in white letters up high on the top half of the pole. At the base of the pole was what looked like a large black wooden box. It was about three feet squared and about one foot tall. The pole essentially rose out of the center of the box and the box made like a platform for the captive to stand on.

As I stared at the bondage pole I thought that I must have walked right past this thing when I came in the store. Then I realized that there must have been a clothing rack in front of the pole when I entered the store.

Kim began to walk me towards the pole. Once again the sound of my high heels on the bare concrete floors seemed louder that everything else around us. Once we reached the base of the pole, Kim squatted down in front of me and removed the cuffs that were around my ankles. She told me to step up onto the platform, which I did.

Kim removed the handcuffs that were around my wrists and told me to turn around. I was standing on the platform with my back against the pole, facing the store's front door. Kim told me to stretch my shoulders a little bit and then put my hands behind my back. As soon as I put my hands behind my back, Kim began to apply the rope to my wrists. With a couple of wraps of the rope around my leather-encased wrists, I was now helplessly bound to the pole.

Kim tied two more sets of rope to my arms, one above and one below my elbows. She was obviously an experienced rope smith as she worked very quickly. The ropes themselves were very tight but not painful in any way. Even if I didn't have my hands helplessly incased in leather bondage mittens, I doubt there would have been any chance I could have gotten out of the ropes she had already put on me.

Next, Kim worked on binding my waist to the pole. She wrapped the rope around my waist a few times and then she pulled me tightly to the bondage pole.

Last but certainly not least, Kim went to work binding my legs. She ordered me to bring my legs together and went to work on my ankles. In addition to multiple wraps around my ankles, she fed the rope under the heels of my boots. With a few wraps around the pole, my ankles were fused to the bondage pole as well. Kim finished up her part of my bondage with a set of rope above and below my knees.

Kim stepped back to admire her work and said, "I think that's enough for now, we'll let other people have fun too and apply more rope if they want."

Trish who had been recording my entire ordeal asked Kim to remove my ball gag so he could interview me. Kim stepped up onto the box with be and removed my ball gag. My jaw hurt and it took a few tries before I could actually speak normal.

Trish put her camera on a tripod that was directly on front of me. She clipped a wireless microphone to the top of my corset. Trish told me to say something. I replied, "Something." She giggles and asked me if I was ready for an interview. I asked her if I could have my mask that I forgot back in the office. She replied, "Awe sweetie, we've already posted both pictures and short video clip of you to our Facebook and Twitter accounts. I think were beyond the need for a mask."

Trish said, "If it makes you feel better, both your pictures and the video have quite a few likes and shares and a bunch of people have committed to come in and play with you. Now how about that interview?" I replied, "OK."

Trish was standing out of frame, next to the camera and tripod. She said, "Tell us about yourself." I replied, "My name is bootboy, I'm a single submissive male into heavy bondage and humiliation. I'm also into foot and boot worship and up until today, my biggest fantasy was to be helplessly tied up in my thigh high boots and bondage outfit." Trish asked, "So is bootboy your real name?" I replied, "No, my name is Edward."

Trish said, "Edward, tell us about your unique bondage outfit." I replied, "I'm wearing a white spandex catsuit that sips up the back into a collar, I got it a size to small to make sure it was very tight and revealing. I'm also wearing a black leather corset, five-inch heel black leather thigh high boots and a pair of over the elbow, bondage mittens. The bondage mittens force my hands into tight fists making it impossible to untie ropes."

Trish said, "So you've never been in bondage before?" I replied, "I've done quite a bit of self bondage at home but nothing like this."

Trish said, "So you've never been in real bondage before and your first time is public bondage?" I replied, "Yes mistress." Trish said, "Well I think you're very brave for trying public bondage as a first timer and to wear such a kinky outfit too. If you were my slave I make you wear that outfit every day."

Kim re-appeared with an ominous looking bondage helmet in her hand. She asked me if I'd ever had a bondage helmet on before. I replied, "No." She held up the helmet so I could get a better look. It was made of heavy black leather with two breathing holes under the nose and that's it. No mouth hole and no eyeholes.

Kim looked at me and said, "This is the heaviest helmet we have in the store and I'm gonna put you in it for a while and see how you do. Not everyone can handle being locked in one of there things. I usually use them as sever punishment or to make slaves do things they don't want to do." Kim said, "I'm gonna put it on you just because I want to."

Kim handed the helmet to Trish while she climbed back up on the box to put the ball gag back into my mouth and remove my posture collar. While she was up on the box, Kim pressed her body against mine, purposely rubbing against my spandex covered erection. While she worked on the ball gag and collar I could smell her hair and I could smell her breath. I was so turned on I almost came right there.

Kim climbed down off of the box and sat down in a chair. She said, "I have one more little surprise for you before we try on this helmet." Without saying a word she took off her boots, removed her stocking and then put the boots back on. Kim climbed back up on the box with her stocking in her hand.

Kim stretched the first stocking apart with both hands and slid it down over my head and did the same with the second one. She pulled the excess fabric of the stockings down around my neck and tucked them into the high neckline of my catsuit. I could feel the moistness of the stocking on my face and smell the odor of Kim's feet with each breath.

Kim climbed down off of the box and stepped back to admire her work. She said, " Are you ready for the helmet?" I did not answer. The though of heavy bondage and even heavy bondage helmets had always intrigued me. Now the thought of that helmet just scared the hell out of me.

Kim climbed up on the box one last time with the helmet in hand. She instructed me to close my eyes while she slid the helmet down over my nylon-encased head. She positioned the helmets nose holed under my nostrils so I could adequately breath. I opened my eyes to nothing, complete darkness.

I could feel the helmet tighten around my head as Kim tightening the laces on the back of the helmet. She tucked the excess laces down the back of my catsuit and strapped the posture collar around my neck.

I struggled to control my breathing as I began to panic a little bit. I came to realize that I could breath out through my mouth a little bit around the huge ball gag. Inside the helmet it began to get warm quickly and the stinky smell of Kim's well-worn stockings became more intense.


Part 2 (added: 2018/03/17)

"It's not really bondage until you want to get out." As I stood there, bound to the pole in the front of the store I thought about that quote.

Every time before today when I wanted to get out I just let myself out. There was that time when I froze the keys to the locks that secured my wrists in a small block of ice, but even then I was able to let myself out eventually. Today was so much different.

I thought about the predicament I had gotten myself into and if there was any way to get myself out of it. I had allowed a women to tie me up in public in a humiliating outfit with no way to get out until she allowed me out. We had not discussed a "safe word" prior to her tying me up. Not that it would have mattered, the huge ball gag in my mouth and the leather bondage helmet secured over my head precluded me from communication with the "outside world" anyway.

The stinky, sweaty stockings Kim had put over my head and under the bondage helmet provided me with some great "scent torture" for a little while, but as the time passed so did the scent. I couldn't tell if the scent wore off or if I just became accustomed to the smell. Either way the stocking just made it slightly harder to breathe through the nose holes of the leather bondage helmet.

I took a mental assessment of my predicament. I was bound to a pole just inside of the front door of an "adult clothing " store with no hope of escape. And since the public bondage was not enough for me, I wore a somewhat humiliating "bondage outfit" of my own design, to make matters worse. I wondered if Kim would have invited me to the store and put me in bondage if I just wanted to wear regular street clothes. Probably not, since it was a photo of me on Facebook, wearing my new five-inch heel thigh high boots that had gotten me here in the first place. Kim, who worked at the store had responded to my photo of my new boots and asked if I was still willing to "play in public in my bondage outfit."

My bondage outfit consisted of a white spandex unitard that zipped up the back into a high collar. The white silky fabric was almost see through and did not provide much in the way of concealment for my penis and balls. Before getting dressed in my unitard I put a small rubber cock and ball ring on to help keep me hard during my adventure. The white silky fabric of my unitard was as close to being naked as I was willing to be, epically in public.

On my feet I wore a brand new pair of black leather thigh high boots with five in high heels. While I had never actually been into cross-dressing, I have always had a boot fetish and I have always loved to wear high heel boots. I have always felt that the combination of white spandex and black leather boots make for a humiliating outfit. I also wore a tight laced black leather corset that somewhat restricted my breathing and movement.

When I arrived at the store, Kim had me remove my leather opera length gloves and replaced them with a very restrictive pair of bondage mittens. The bondage mitts forced my hands into tight fists and zipped up past my elbows. The bondage mitts took away any chance I would have had to get out of today's bondage by my self.

As I stood there bound to the pole in the front of the store, I wondered how long I'd actually been there. Since Kim had put the helmet over my head and fastened the collar around my neck no one had touched me. The heavy leather helmet not only took away my ability to see anything, I also greatly restricted my hearing. It was almost impossible to hear was going on around me.

I was able to breath in and out relatively easily, I could move my fingers ever so slightly inside the mitts but I could not unclench my fists. I could also wiggle my toes inside my boots but not much more. I could also move ever so slightly against the ropes that secured me to the pole. My shoulder, lower back and feet were starting to hurt a little as well. I thought about he quote that I had read somewhere, "It's not really bondage until you want to get out."

Despite the slight pain in my shoulder, lower back and feet I didn't really want to get out, at least not yet. I wiggled around against my ropes and kinda moved my hips a little. Thanks to the rubber cock and ball ring, my erection had not really gone down since I took off my street cloths in the store's office, some time earlier. But I found that as I wiggled against the ropes, the silky spandex rubbed against my cock and felt really good. My semi hard cock began to stick straight out away from my body.

As I gyrated my hips I could feel my cock getting harder. I also began to breath heaver and feel it getting warmer inside of my helmet. I found that if I breathed out around the ball gag, my warm exhaled breaths help to renew the scent inside my helmet coming from Kim's stocking. I was in heaven and felt like I was about to come all over myself.

My ecstasy was interrupted by a sharp, squeezing pain in my balls. It made me gasp for air and cry out in pain. Then I heard a voice say, "You little pervert, your not gonna get yourself off here in front of everyone." Whoever had my balls gave a final hard painful squeeze and released them. Almost simultaneously my captor smacked the head of my hard cock. I couldn't breath right and my knees buckled. If I wasn't fused to the pole with tons of rope I'm sure I would have collapsed on the ground.

It took me a minute or two to recover from my punishment. The inside of my helmet was a sweaty mess and I moaned against the huge ball gag in my mouth in hopes of some pity. Next my captor took hold of my hard cock and began to rhythmically stroke me and it felt amazing.

I was once again near orgasm. The faint smell of Kim's feet mixed with the hot sweaty leather smell inside of my helmet was intoxicating. I felt like I had been on the edge of cumming forever now. Whoever was out there, keeping me on the edge obviously knew what they were doing. The rubber cock and ball ring I had put on myself was definitely doing its job. I doubt that I could orgasm right now even if they allowed me to.

Then it all came to a stop and I was able to slow my breathing again. I felt someone unbuckle and remove the posture collar around my neck. Then they begin to loosen the laces that ran down the back of the bondage helmet and remove that as well. At first the light hurt my eyes but the cool air on my face and head felt amazing. Kim was standing up on the box with me and reached up and pulled her stockings off of my head.

She leaned against my body and reached up to remove the ball gag in my mouth. My jaw was so tight it was hard to open my mouth so she could get it out. When she pulled the big red ball out of my mouth I realized that it was hard to close my mouth. Kim said, "Your jaw will loosen up in a few minutes." She produced a bottle of water and poured a little bit in my dry mouth.

Kim asked me how I was doing. I told her I was OK. She said that I had been tied to the pole for almost an hour and said that a bunch of people had come by to see me while I had been up there. Fortunately they had already left the store when Kim removed my helmet.

Kim and Trish went to work at untying me from the bondage pole. They helped me down from the box to the floor. My feet were hurting pretty bad and it was a little hard to walk. I had been wearing my high heel boots for well over and hour now and had been standing for most of that time. I was a little shaky as we walked from the front of the store where the pole was to the back office.

When we arrived at the office, I immediately sat down on the couch to rest my feet. At this point the only restraint I still had on was the bondage mittens. I was still pretty much helpless and at the mercy of Kim and Trish until the mitts were removed.

Kim sat on the couch next to me. She was so close our legs were touching. She produced a pair of leather wrist cuffs and buckled one cuff around each of my leather-encased wrists. Next she told me to put my hands behind my back, which I did. Kim used some type of clip or something to secure the cuffs together behind my back.

I was a little uncomfortable but I did not want to protests. After all this was the whole reason why I was here in the first place, to experience real bondage. As uncomfortable as it was to have my hands secured behind my back again, I was still incredibly turned on. My cock was still hard and it still felt great to sit there in front of these two sexy women wearing nothing more than spandex and leather.

Kim said that she hoped I had enjoyed my first bondage experience. She said, "My work here is done, I'll leave you two alone to finish up." Kim got up and said, "See ya bootboy, I hope you come back for round two some time." She walked out of the office and left Trish and me alone.

Trish said, "She's off, her shift is over for the day and she doesn't like boys anyway." She said, "I however do and I don't want to let that hard on go to waist." Trish sat on the couch next to me and grabbed my cock. She began to stroke me off and it felt good. Trish tugged on my spandex covered erection and I leaned back enjoyed the hand job. But much to my frustration, she stopped just before I was about to explode in my tights. I had masturbated myself to climax in my bondage outfit so many times before and was so unbelievably frustrated right now.

Trish said, "We're not done with you yet and I can't bring you back out with a wet sticky crotch, now can I?" My voice was still a little scratch and dry when I responded, "We're not done?"

Trish said, "We got a few complaints that while you were tied up to the bondage pole, your ass wasn't easily accessible." I asked, "Accessible to what?" She replied, " Spanking, flogging, you name it." Kim told me to let you rest for a little bit and then to bring you back out there.

Trish said, "We have brand new stocks that I'm gonna lock you into. Their custom made by a guy here in town. We're not actually selling them, just showing them off to customers and you'll be the first subby to get to be locked into them here in the store." I was speechless.

Trish told me to stand up, which I did. My hands were still secured behind my, back, which made getting off the couch a bit of a challenge. Standing up again really hurt my feet. I had always fantasized about being forced to spend extended time in my high heel boots but had never really considered how hard that actually was.

Trish took me by the arm and led me out of the office and back out into the store. Once again it seemed like the sound of our high heels on the concrete floor seemed louder than everything else around us. We took the same rout to the front of the store and Trish stopped in front of the dressing rooms to allow me to look at us in the mirror.

When we got to the front of the store there it was, a huge back wooden stock. It had a platform that was about six inches off the ground and about four foot squared. The part with the head and hand holes was about my chest height. The head and hand holes were lined with soft leather. On the platform there were two eyebolts that were about three feet apart. There was a heavy leather ankle cuff with a large heavy-duty buckle chained to each eyebolt.

The huge stocks had been placed directly in front of the bondage pole and visible to whoever walked by the store. I realized that I had been at the store so long that it was starting to get dark outside. I wondered how many people walking by the store would actually come in if they saw me helplessly locked in the stocks.

There were a few customers in the store and they all came over to see what was going. There was a group of three younger girls who walked up to watch. They were all dressed in what seemed to be the usual attire for women these days, tight jeans or yoga pants and knee high boots.

One of the girls asked Trish, "What did he do?" She replied, "Nothing, he volunteered for this." The girl asked, "And the outfit?" Trish replied, "His idea too." The girls all began to laugh. The one asking the questions looked me up and down and said, "Nice boots although if my I had a cock as small as your I wouldn't be wearing white tights out in public."

Trish told me to get up onto the platform and spread my feet to where the cuffs were. I did as I was told and she buckled the heavy ankle cuffs around each one of my ankles. Each ankle cuff was permanently attached to the eyebolts with a short thick chain.

Trish removed the cuffs that were around my wrists. She told me to lean forward and put my head and hands in place, which I did. She brought the top half of the stock down securing my head and hands in place. Trish checked to make sure the stocks were not to tight on my neck and wrists. Then she locked the two pieces of the stocks together.

I stood there, bent forward at the waist, legs spread and ass in the air, helpless, as I've ever felt before. The three girls stood directly in front of me, holding up their phones, recording my entire ordeal. One of the girls asked me, "What did you do to deserve this?" Sheepishly I responded, "Nothing, I thought they were just gonna tie me up."

Trish offered up my ass to the group watching the show. She said, "Come on over and give him a spank or two" and pretty much everyone obliged. Then Trish hung a cat-o-nine tails whip on a hook to my left and a braided leather switch on a hook to my right.

The spankings really didn't hurt. Actually having my ass spanked by a group of cute girls actually felt good. Probably the best part of being helplessly trussed up and spanked was how humiliating it was. And I had no idea that it was going to get worse.

For about ten minutes the group took turns swatting my ass with the cat-o-nine tails and the switch. The cat-o-nine tails didn't really hurt either but each lash of the switch had a bite. Unbeknownst to me, each lash of cat-o-nine tails and the switch left a thin black line across the white fabric of my tights.

Trish allowed each of the participants one or two final swings on my ass before collecting the cat-o-nine tails and the switch. There were about a dozen or so people now watching or participating in my humiliation and torture. Almost all of them had their dam phones out recording my ordeal.

Trish addressed the group and thanked them for participating in what she called "today's demonstration." Trish then unlocked my ankles from the cuffs that held them in place. Next, she unlocked the wooden stocks, removed the top piece and allowed me to stand upright.

It felt really good to stand upright and stretch my lower back. Trish buckled the collar around my neck again, attached a leash to the front of the collar and led me back to the office. I was completely wiped out. All I could think about was collapsing on the couch.

Once back in the office I did just that. Trish removed the collar from around my neck and unzipped the bondage mitts. I found it hard to move my hand as they had been balled up into fists for so long. Trish left me alone in the office, while she went back out to help close the store for the evening.

Despite being completely exhausted, my cock was still hard and I was still very much turned on. I pulled on my leather opera gloves and got comfortable on the couch. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself through my tights. Just when I felt like I was about to explode, Trish walked back into the office.

She stood over me and said, "You may want to reconsider." I stopped what I was doing and held back my orgasm. Trish said, "It's time to go, were closing up." I replied, "OK, I guess I'll get changed."

I reached for my bag where I had put my clothes a few hours earlier. As soon as I lifted my bag off the desk, I realized that something was wrong. I opened the bag and the only thing inside there was my keys, my wallet, my phone and a hand written note.

Kim wrote, "I hope you don't mind going home in your bondage outfit. You did great, stop by tomorrow to get your clothes and we can talk about your next adventure."

I sat there a little mad at first but then thought, I had asked for humiliation. I used my cell phone to call for a ride, hoping that I would not have to wait long. Before leaving the office I noticed Kim's boots on the floor. I picked them up, unzipped one and buried my nose down into the foot area. The smell was incredible, musky, cheesy and damp. I quickly stuffed the boots into my bag and headed for the front of the store.

I said good-by to Trish and thanked her for a fun and exciting evening. She said that she looked forward to my next visit. The ride home was uneventful and somehow I made it into my building, up the elevator and to my apartment without being seen by any of my neighbors.

Once inside my apartment, I collapsed on my couch. I immediately opened my computer and began to search for any photos or videos of my ordeal. I found a few photos and then the video on the store's Facebook page. While I watched my ordeal unfold on the computer screen, I got undressed.

I took off my boots, unlaced my corset and peeled off my unitard. I grabbed one of Kim's boots out of my bag and buried my nose where he foot had been about two hours earlier. Exhaling back into the foot area on the boot made the sent even stronger. I stroked my cock until I was ready to come. I released my entire load into the foot area of Kim's boot.

Once I was done I zipped the boot up and folded the shaft once. I figured that I would use the other boot tomorrow before returning them to her. Hopefully she would not be to mad, but I hoped she would get even.

I crawled into bed and passed out, exhausted.