These damn heels

You try your best to hurry, but the faster you walk the more you wobble in your heels. Shit shit… ok, you got this. You focus on walking, finding a steady pace one foot over the other. You notice your hips sway more, and your hands are perched out to accentuate.

Every time you mind wanders from your steps, like the fact you are actually dressed so risqué and embarrassing in public, you wobble, forcing you to empty your head and focus. By the time you arrive at the address you know you just hit the five minute late mark.

You look at the address again to make sure it’s right. It’s a bus stop outside a popular small city park. Thankfully it’s midnight so no one is around, but meeting a stranger here adds to the creep factor. All you see by the large lamppost is a bench with a box on it.

Just as you look at your phone (you’ve had to hold it for lack of pockets) the text comes through. “I see you finally made it sissy. I’m glad you came, but before the real fun can begin, we must address your punishment. Tardiness is not a wanted trait of a good sissy ****. So for being late, open the box and handcuff yourself to the lamppost. Anyone who asks what you are doing there (it doesn’t have to specifically be that wording) you will respond you are a sissy being punished, and are looking for daddies or mommies to serve. You will be released after atleast two groups or individuals take you up on your offer. Any requests they make, as long as they are legal, you will follow to the letter. We’ll be watching!”

And.. shit. You don’t know what you were expecting, but this has to be among the worst possible scenarios. Still… you are already here, dressed like this, and need this to get your cock freed. So what choice do you have? Thankfully it’s near midnight, so not many people will be walking by… maybe you should call out to any that seem less scary? Wait… are they watching you now?

Your mind continues to race as you open the box, putting your phone inside for safe keeping as you pull out the locking fuzzy cuffs. You actually take your own wrist cuffs off to put these in as well, deciding to lock with your hands behind you back, the lamppost against your back. Nothing to do now but wait.