“Well,” said Sandra, “Let’s see what beautiful shoes we can buy you today.”
Richard now understood why Sandra had ordered him to wear a pair of loafers and his stockings. He could try on the shoes more easily and he certainly wasn’t going to be wearing socks when he wore high heels to amuse Sandra and be in his maid’s uniform.
Sandra had Richard roll up his trousers to mid-calf and then had Richard try on a pair of shoes and stand up. She’d walk around him looking at his feet from all angles. Then she ordered him to walk away from her, stop, and then back again.
Richard’s feet were beginning to hurt. Even though the shoes were sized right size for his feet, their designs and heels and straps were definitely something he wasn’t used to.
‘Are we almost done?” Richard asked. Quickly adding , “Mistress Sandra.”
Sandra look him up and down and said, “Tone, Richard. Tone. If you’re going to be recalcitrant, we can forget everything and you and Master James can work things out when he comes home. I’m not sure how he’ll react if I tell him you’ve been difficult while he’s been away.”
Richard felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. “No, no please, Mistress Sandra. It just that these shoes, well, they hurt.”
Sandra said, “Do you see the pain we women go through to make ourselves beautiful and attractive? You do want to be a beautiful and attractive maid for me, don’t you Richard?” and pouted at him.
“Yes, Mistress Sandra. Yes. I do. I do want to be as beautiful and attractive as you require. Please don’t say anything to Master James.”
Sandra let the apprehension sink into her husband for about a minute and then gave him a small smile and said, “I won’t say anything to Master James. This time. But no more complaining, understand young lady? You’re here to obey!”
“Yes, Mistress Sandra.”
Sandra had Richard try on all the shoes including a pair with four-in heels. Richard could hardly stand up in them.
“Strange,” thought Sandra, “I don’t have second thoughts about putting on high heels. The saleslady was right, though. Richard would break his ankles in those before he could serve her a glass of champagne! We’ll start him off in the two-inch heels and work his way up to higher heels.”
She couldn’t help but notice how his calves tightened in the heels, and was pleased with her maid’s legs. Not bad. Not bad at all. With a little work they’d be almost as shapely as hers! She’d talk to Richard later at home about the training program she’d been thinking about.
“Richard, get Jan. I want to ask her something.”
Richard reached down with his right hand to take off the two-inch heeled pumps he was wearing and Sandra said, “Leave them on. You need to practice.”
Shamefacedly, Richard tottered to the front of the store. There was a man and women looking at a display case full of leather cuffs and collars. The man nudged the woman and nodded towards Richard’s rolled up pants and shiny black pumps.
The girl giggled and said to her companion, “Sissy training, I guess.”
Richard blushed, went to the front counter and asked Jan to join them in the shoe section.
Sandra said, “We’ll take those,” pointing to four shoe boxes. “And the one’s he’s wearing. But I wanted to know if you had a heeled sandal in his size. Something open toed. With a strip at the vamp and ankle.”
“We do,” Jan said. And brought out a delicate pair in a faux lizard pattern.
“Perfect,” Sandra beamed. “We’ll take those too. Well, I think we’re done for the day. But I have a question about these,” pointing to an oddly-shaped pair of shoes.
“Ah, those are ballet boots. It merges the look of pointe shoes with a high heel. The idea is to restrict the wearer’s feet en point, like a ballerina, with the aid of very long, slender heels. When upright, the feet are held nearly vertical by the shoe, putting all the body’s weight on the tips of the toes. They get tightly laced to mid-calf to hold the instep and heel. They’re an absolute bitch to have someone wear! May I ask you a question?”
Sandra nodded. Jan continued. “Are you home all day with your sub? If not, I’d like to suggest one other pair of shoes to you.”
Sandra said, “I’m in and out, but mostly out. What do you suggest?”
“As I said when you first came in, you need to train sissies to wear heels. It’s a good idea to have them wear them whenever they’re at home. Break them in as it were. The shoes and the sissies. But if you’re not home to monitor them, they’ll slip them off the first chance they get. I have something that ensures they’ll practice as long as you want and won’t have to watch them every minute of the day.”
“What did you have in mind?” Sandra asked.
Jan went to a shelf and pulled down a box. She took out the a pair of shoes in pink leather.
“They’re called ‘locking high heels.’ They can be locked on the feet of your sub at the ankle via small padlocks. With the padlock, these heels cannot be taken off and therefore your sissy is forced to stay in them until you, the key holder, her Mistress, releases them. They’re wonderful training devices. I saw the stockings and the painted nails. Is he caged?”
Sandra nodded. “I’m training him to be my maid.”
“Do you have a uniform for him?”
“I dress him up in panties, garter belt, stockings and an apron, if that’s what you mean,” said Sandra. “And now the high heels.”
“We have maids uniforms in a number of styles and colors. Would you like to see them?”
Sandra said, “Why not? Would you like a new uniform, Richard?”
Richard replied, “Whatever would please you, Mistress Sandra.”
Jan looked back as she took them to another section of the store.
“He’s certainly polite,” Jan commented.
Sandra looked at Richard and beamed with delight and pride.
The racks were full of woman’s clothing. Gowns, dresses, slips and petticoats, skirts and blouses, even a rack of hats with feathers, flowers, and veils.
“This is what I wanted to show you,” Jan said taking a hanger from one of the racks. She held up a black and white French maid’s uniform.
“It’s satin. It has a full circle skirt, back zip with four locking points. Once your maid slips into this uniform, you zip her in and close the padlocks. She will not be getting undressed again until you say so. Oh, there are also locking points on both wrists, neck and on the waist. If you want a really girly look, you’d have to buy one or two organza petticoats. This is the real thing, not a Halloween costume. Would you like him to try it on?”
Sandra, glanced at her Jaeger-LeCoultre watch and said, “Not today, Jan. We’re running a bit behind schedule. But you’ve been very, very helpful, and we’ll be back. I would like to buy this though.”
“Certainly. By the way, I have a seamstress who can whip up any outfit you’d need for him. Just something to keep in mind.”
Sandra said, ‘Thanks, I will,” and reached over to the hat rack and took a lacy cap, which typified the French maid look. “He’ll look cute in this. Oh, we’ll take this, too,” taking a plastic package from a small display rack.
Richard and Jan carried the shoe boxes up to the register. While the Jan was toting up the receipt, Sandra looked in the display cases that lined the walls.