Orange

“Set the orange one up in the changing room.” DJ turned and headed in that direction, only to pause as he saw a section of the store set aside of heels. He could feel PK forcing him to look over the shoes and find the proper pair to match.

‘It’s not like I’m gonna let you wear anything else under it!’ PK laughed at it’s own joke as it was wont to do. DJ shook his head sadly before going back to the shoes. A number stood out to him. The first pair were tall white simple platforms.

Next to them was another pair of white heels without a platform that he felt like might add a bit of a classier touch.

The final pair grabbed his attention more. The pair of tall silver platform sandals seemed to match the vibe of the dress slightly more.

DJ swayed over and pulled out a pair in his size and carried them to the dressing room. Becky had set up the dress in one of the changing rooms. The changing rooms were all separated by heavy black drapes to allow for privacy. The sales girl stood off to the side nervously wringing her hands as DJ sauntered up.

Setting his purse and the new heels on the ground, DJ sat down on the chair and motioned Becky over. “Undo my heels.”

A lock of shock came over Becky’s face. “Excuse me?!”

DJ leaned over and pulled his phone out of the bag. “What was that corporate number again?”

Sputtering in impotent rage, the blonde stepped up and kneeled down in front of DJ. Seeing the bitchy woman in front of him humiliated like this brought a sense of power to DJ that he hadn’t expected. He could feel his cock lifting and growing within the tiny tube-like skirt. Setting his right heel clad foot in her lap, he pretended to be looking something up on his phone. Instead, he turned on the camera and recorded her every move.

Becky’s shaky fingers made it difficult for her to undo the strap of the platform stripper heel that DJ had on. Seeing an opportunity to push her buttons more, DJ continued on. “You can’t even undo the strap on a high heel? Don’t you work at a fashion store in the mall? You’d think even a useless cunt like you could figure it out.”

Becky stiffened as the words came out of the mouth of the slut in front of her. Her gaze traveled up to lock onto DJ’s. Of course this meant she was effectively staring into the camera. Becky’s breath began to stream in and out of her nose as she looked for a way to fight back against the person who had somehow taken what little dignity she had left and was crushing it.

Still, there was something else going on with Becky. She could feel her panties begin to become damp as she stared up at the stunning creature in front of her. Opening her mouth to try and control her breathing more, she still fumbled with the strap. “Or maybe, Becky just likes touching me. Is that it Becks? Do you like sitting at my feet and doing my bidding?”

Becky’s eyes widened as she felt her nipples harden and push out against her blouse. Her breath came rapidly as she gave up trying to undo the buckle and sat staring at the beauty before her. DJ smirked as he watched the signs of her arousal become evident. “Tell you what Becky. If you are a good girl and get my shoes off, I’ll let you help me put my dress on. Does that sound good, girl? Does Becky want to be a good girl for me?”

Becky’s head was nodding before her mind even acknowledged the words. DJ smirked down at her as he saw her fall under his power. “Tell me.”

“Becky wants to be a good girl. Becky wants to help you…” DJ laughed as the haughty bitch who had existed when he walked in the door was reduced to a gibbering mass of lust who was referring to herself in the third person just by a few minutes of his attention.

“Good, now take off my heels.” At the command, Becky’s hands became rock solid. Any shakiness or uncertainty fled her system as she held the shoe up against her chest and undid the buckle. Slipping the heel off of DJ’s foot, she froze as she saw the delicate hairless foot floating in front of her.

“Well, aren’t you going to kiss it to thank me for letting you touch me?” DJ’s voice was syrupy sweet as he continued to record the woman.

Without needing any more of a push, the blonde leaned forward and kissed the top of DJ’s foot. “Thank you.”

“Thank you what?” Becky’s face was confused as she tried to figure out where she had gone wrong.

“Thank you for letting me touch you…Mistress?” The whole line came out full of uncertainty as the woman tried to hedge her bets and go overboard. She was so afraid of messing up that she would have done or said anything to make it happen.

“Good girl. Now my other one.” Switching feet, Becky again followed the new procedure and stripped the shoe off. DJ only had to point to the new heels before Becky began to strap the silver platforms onto his feet. After putting each shoe on, she repeated the phrase she had been taught.

With the new heels on his feet, DJ stood back up right in front of the prostate woman. Turning off the phone recording, he set his phone down behind him on the chair. “Take off my skirt ****.” Reaching down, DJ unzipped the top of his outfit and let his bare breasts flop out into view.

Becky looked up and fear clouded her eyes as she realized they were visible if anyone walked into the store far enough. “Mistress, people might see…”

“I don’t care. Do not make me repeat myself Becky.” Swallowing down her fear, Becky reaches up and pulls down the tiny circle of cloth that counted as DJ’s skirt. Her eyes take in the wording on his panties and she giggles softly. A damp spot of precum darkens them as DJ stands towering over the woman. “Stand up and help me try this on.”

The two of them slip the garment on and Becky zips it up. The fit is perfect. DJ’s fake tits are on full display, his long smooth legs show perfectly from the high cut slit. The silver heels catch the eye and draw attention to them. DJ primps and preens in the mirror as Becky stands there, unsure of her next actions.

‘So, you wanna keep your pet?’