Lady said i need more shoes. i dreaded going to the mall and trying on shoes, it was always so embarassing. i whined and even started to cry. Lady then offered me a compromise.

If i would wear my chastity belt 24x7 for one week i could order shoes on-line. I quickly agreed.

When the seventh day came around, Lady and I begin to browse the Payless shoe site. We decided on 4 pairs, 2 styles of MaryJanes, a wedge, and a ballerina flat.

But then came the proclamation that since i refused to go to the mall, i would be kept in chastity until the shoes arrived. Okay, that was only a few more days. Since i was unsure of my size in their styles, Lady suggested i buy three of each, one larger and one smaller as well as my usual size 12.

i gladly paid the rush shipping fee and prayed there would be no back orders.

Three days later the shoes arrives, all 12 of them (4 styles, 3 sizes each). Lady released me from my chastity and had me bathe and shave my legs.

Lady ordered me put on a fashion show, requiring that i wear a different dress or uniform with each. I modeled the Mary Janes wearing two of my maids uniforms. To show off the wedge espadrilles, i pranced around in a one piece floral bathing suit. And finally i wore a white leotard, tights with a pink tutu to model the ballerina flats. They were all so nice. The heels of the mary janes would surely cause me some discomfort as i did my chores, so I selected the larger size. The wedge and flats fit fine in size 12.

i started to box up the 8 extra pair when Lady stopped me cold. "What are you doing?" You have tied up my credit card with 12 shoes and rush charges. You need to return these shoes directly to the local Payless."

Lady is very petite and has a very small foot. When I walked into the store, surely the clerk would know they were not Hers. I was allowed to put on some slacks and a generic looking polo shirt over my panties, bra and stockings. As was our custom when leaving the house i was allowed to remove my breastforms from my bra.

Things did not go well at the store. The clerk was friendly and helpful, but needed to call the manager to approve the return. I stood there, rather red-faced as other customers came in. i was sure they could see my bra straps under my shirt. After what seemed like an eternity, the manager came over to complete the paper work. He (yes, it was a male manager) looke at the stack of very large sized shoes, glanced at Lady and then looked me up and down. i could sense his disgust at this sissy standing in front of him. He asked me outright, "what is the reason for return?" i tried to sink into the floor, my face turned crimson. i looked at Lady, and She said, "go on, tell the nice man why you are returning the shoes." i whispered, "because they don't fit." The thoughtful manager asked me to repeat what I had just said as he could not hear me. Twice more i squeaked, "they do not fit.". "Perhaps the customer could come in and try on the proper size" he said, with a knowing look of contempt. Lady jabbed me and said, "please explain the situation to the gentleman." By now a line had formed by the register as a few ladies were impatiently witing to pay for their purchases.

i know this was the moment of truth; if i ever wanted to get out of the store i would need to explain. "These shoes do not fit ME and i already have the correct size at home." A hush fell as the women behind me stared at me. One started to giggle and then they all begin to laugh. The manager calmly completed the paper work and then had a final shot, "perhaps next time the gentleman could simply come to the store and try on the shoes."

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