Out Shopping with Lisa

Ever since the day she caught me wanking, dressed in her bra and panties, my partner Lisa had made the rules that allowed me to wear female underwear - always when we go out together, sometimes when I go out on my own, and always when I go to the pub with my mates, (in case I fancy my chances with another woman). She has also developed a habit of tying up my cock and balls ending with a lead from my balls that she can pull on them if I need a reminder of my subservience to her, or to be directed.

Mostly, she likes to be with me to watch my humiliation and before we go out she tells me what to wear. This is usually just a pretty lacy bra and panties from my personal collection, but sometimes I have to wear breast forms as well. Invariably she chooses the colour of my bra and this never matches my over clothes, although I am allowed to wear a jacket. A pullover would really enhance the outline of my breasts to everyone, so thankfully she has not shown an interest in totally humiliating me in this way.

Last weekend we were going out shopping and Lisa told me to get dressed in a little more than the usual. I knew from experience when the more humiliating dressing up days were likely, as she always called me Jennifer then, rather than Jenny and it usually followed my not having pleased her in some way.

On this occasion I had to wear my red lacy bra and panties with white stockings and suspenders. Before I put on the panties she tied my cock and balls with a length of black cord and eased a medium size butt plug into my sissy pussy. Then she passed the cord through a loop at the base of the butt plug and pulled it tight up between my ass cheeks. Then she fitted my B-cup breast forms and had me wear a thin white shirt and some fairly tight trousers, passing the cord through the rear belt hoops so she could give me a tug on my tightly wrapped balls.

As I looked in the mirror I realised that anyone paying more than a little attention would obviously notice both the outline and colour of my bra through my shirt and also the tell-tale signs of my suspenders. I protested quite a lot, which annoyed her further, but finally I was allowed a light jacket, it was a hot day and hotter with my nylon underwear on but at least I had a little modesty.