In the front window

Your employer leads you wobbling on your new heels to the large display window. There are already two mannequins in the display, the right one dressed in full dominatrix black and white latex while the one on the left was wearing a stripper-esk nurse outfit.

“You’ll be perfect right here. Now what pose should we put you in?” She looks over her options as it fully dawn on you what is expected. You are about to be bound so that any and all strangers walking or driving by can see you in full sissy garb. Your only real comfort is that they did such a good job feminizing you that you really aren’t recognizable... atleast that is all you can hope. Your employer seems to have made up her mind, and pulls you up to position you and the other dummies.

She first attaches a pink spreader bar to your ankles, forcing your heeled feet to spread apart wider than your shoulders. She then grabs a chain from the ceiling, bringing it down to attach at the end of your arm sleeves. When she tightens the chain back, it forces your arm up backward and makes you bend over 90 degrees from the floor and facing 45 degrees toward the window. This isn’t the most comfortable position, balancing on spread apart toes to relieve your shoulders from supporting your weight, but the chain keeps you from falling forward. You realize in slight horror your ass and locked cock are on full display at this angle, but thankfully only back to the store and not at the window.

The Manager then sets up the other dummies, positioning the dominatrix mannequin in mid swing with a long leather whip aimed at your exposed ass, while the nurse was set with her fake hand on your head and sliding a harness and large black strap-on an inch from your face. The scene now looks like you are being whipped from behind and being prepped to give a bj in front. In fact, if you didn’t move, most passing by would simply think you were a dummy as well.

“Now stay still like a good gurl, and enjoy being sexy piece of eye candy. If you behave, you can choose which of these action you’ll receive for real later. But... just remember, if you move too much or don’t bring in enough customers, well let’s just say these acts will seem mild in comparison to the punishment you will receive.”

You want to ask so many questions, but you also fear punishment, leaving you to just quietly play along with the humiliating plan. You simply stay as still as you can while bound, spread, bent over, and humiliatingly exposed. People slowly start to trickle by, most not even paying attention to anything not in their path, but those that do notice all stop to gawk. Some groups who notice stare and point, while others pull out their phones to take pictures pictures of the outlandish store display. Your face is burning red in embarrassment, imagining all the degrading things they could be thinking and saying. You aren’t sure how many realize you are more than the dummies surrounding you, but your mind assumes the worst either way. When people aren’t passing by, you focus on the fake cock tip an inch from your face, close enough to be constantly on your mind, yet just far enough away you can’t do anything about it.