Too far to fast!

“Mistress?” You whimper. “I’m... I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, but this is too much. I mean... I just came in here for a part time job and now it feels as if you are enslaving me.”

Her demeanor softens, and she hushes you as she pulls you into her in a motherly fashion. “There there, I know it seems scary, new things always are. But let me put it to you like this. You are currently locked into an extremely sexual feminine outfit, while filmed getting dressed and enjoying it...”

You interrupt “I, I was filmed?”

She looks mad that you interrupted, and you quiet down. “Yes sissy, remember that I told you that you would be doing modeling shoots? Well there are numerous hidden cameras around the store and you started your first shoot as soon as you stepped through those doors. Now here are your options. You can go home, handcuffed and looking like the prettiest sissy in the world, and try to explain away all of this to what I’m sure is very understanding parents and friends. And I’m sure they will be even more understanding when they see the website we are creating just for you where you are playing with yourself in your new outfit.”

You audibly gulp at the idea, picturing the freak out your conservative parents or your macho friends would have, let alone the story getting to any girl you would ever want to date.

“Or,” She continues in her overly sweet voice that hides the harshness of your situation, “you can choose to be a good little sissy, come to work when you are told, have fun, and never have to worry about anyone outside knowing what a beautiful gurl you obviously love to be.”

“You are at your crossroads right now, and I don’t want to hear any complaining after you choose. Either walk out the door and deal with the consequences and fallout, or stand up, curtesy, and present you little clitty to be locked away until you are paid up.”