The Dropping (part 2)

-- read part 1 here --



If the night was cold, Susie never knew it.

She was sweating like a pig as she stubbornly kept walking. Her initial feelings of despair and shock had been replaced with anger and resolve. She was going to get her revenge on that treacherous Katarina. It had been Katarina's plan all along of course. She had been afraid that this athletics champion might be a real threat to victory, and she used Susie's naivety to cripple her. But despite this, Susie was going to try to win - that would be the best vengeance possible. She was realistic enough to know it was nearly impossible, given the way she was restricted, but she would give it her best shot. So she plodded along the path. Her steps were small, because of the tight drawstring around her ankles, so she took quick little steps. It was exhausting, but she was in perfect condition, and she was committed not to give up.

When the van left, she had found herself at a crossroads of two dirt tracks in a forest. It was dark, and as the van's tail lights left her, there was only the moon to see by. She had briefly considered which way to go. She figured they'd want both contestants to start at roughly the same distance, so following the van was likely to get her neither closer to her goal, nor farther from it. So she had to take one of the directions perpendicular to it. In the end she just picked one at random. Susie knew that if it was the wrong road, she was now walking away from her target, but she had to take a chance.

So now she was doing that quick shuffling walk, and she realized it was hopeless. Susie's slow progress was frustrating. She could not see her feet, as her head was kept immobile by all the hoods, so she could only look straight ahead through the narrow opening in the pink hood. But she guessed her steps were only about ten centimeter; the drawstring at the bottom of the coat pretty much tied her ankles together. She calculated that even if she could do a hundred of those steps per minute, she made ten meter per minute, or 600 meter per hour. So if she had to walk, say, six kilometers to get out of this forest, it would take her ten hours! She felt desperate.

And yet... there was another feeling, mixed in with the despair. While every tiny step reminded her of her restriction and helplessness, and every drop of sweat reminded her of her hot prison, which she couldn't possibly escape... she was getting horny. But her arms were kept straight by her sides, with her hands locked in the pockets and the thick layers of down preventing any arm movement. So there was nothing she could do about the undeniable wetness in her crotch. And that excited her even more.

Susie slowly kept going... and she enjoyed it.

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It was almost noon when Susie finally reached a village. She was absolutely exhausted; she had walked more than twelve hours, bundled up in down clothes, and her sexual excitement had worn her out even more. It was a mild and sunny winter day, with temperatures well above the freezing point, so her incredibly thick down clothes turned some heads as she walked through the town's main street. But how was she going to get out of her clothes? She couldn't make a sound through the hoods and the tight scarf, and she could make no visible arm movement. She could make a ten centimeter movement with her Moonboots, that was all. So she couldn't just stop someone on the street. She had no way of communicating.

In the end she entered a bakery and hoped they would figure out something was wrong. There were two customers in front of her so she had to wait a bit. Then the young woman behind the counter turned toward Susie: "Yes?" So Susie just stood there, of course, as there was nothing she could do. "What would you like, please?" the woman asked now. There were three more customers inside now, and although Susie couldn't see them because her hoods blocked all side vision, she knew they must all be staring at her. The girl repeated her question, clearly very confused - what were you supposed to do when a customer didn't answer?

The moment dragged on, and Susie was very embarrassed, and oddly, very aroused again. Here she was, standing in a bakery full of people, dressed in the most ridiculous way possible, and completely helpless! The girl eventually solved her problem saying: "Just tell me when you've made your choice," and turned towards the next customer. So Susie just stood there, neglected, and now she realised just how hard it was going to be to get out of these clothes. She had focussed all her energy on reaching the village, always kind of assuming that the first person she met was going to help her out spontaneously. Now she thought it might take a lot longer, and that she'd have to face a lot more people, before she'd get out. Perversely, that thought excited her even more, and suddenly she came to a climax, despite not being able to touch herself. Thanks to her heavy, restrictive clothing the people in the bakery couldn't even see she was coming. They could only see her bend through her legs a bit.

But whether someone had noticed or not, after coming, Susie was much more ashamed, and she quickly - well, slowly, in fact - shuffled towards the door. Her excitement gone for the moment, she didn't want to enter another shop; it was too embarrassing. But eventually she realised it was her best chance of getting help, so she repeated her performance in two more shops. However, she got no better result there.

Dejected, she moved on again, but then a young man who had been in the last shop caught up with her - which was easy of course - and asked if she needed help. Susie looked straight at him and batted her eyelids once, clearly. "Does that mean yes?" he asked, a bit unsure. She repeated the sign. "Look, I live right around the corner. I'm not sure what you need but I think it's easiest if you come with me to my flat, and I'll try to help you there. Is that okay for you?" Susie again batted her eyelids once.

She walked with the young man to his flat. He had to go very slowly to allow her to keep up. It took them twenty minutes to cover the distance; he normally did it in two minutes probably. The guy unlocked the front door and immediately went up the stairs. When he was almost at the top he looked down and saw Susie, still standing at the bottom of the stairs. She had tried to lift up her foot, but she could only bring it up halfway the first stair. The man came down again.

"You can't get up? Uhh... I'm afraid there's no elevator here." He scratched his hair, not sure what to do now. Susie knew though. She'd have to hop up the stairs. The problem was that she couldn't see her own feet. So she carefully made sure that the tips of her Moonboots touched the first stair. Then she jumped on it. She shuffled forwards again until she felt the second stair. Slowly, she advanced on the stairs.

Finally, they entered the young man's flat. Susie was so tired now, she immediately hobbled towards the sofa and let herself fall on it. At least she could rest. The man didn't seem sure what to do next. After a while he asked: "Don't you want to take off that coat?" I sure do, Susie thought. She batted her eyes. "But you can't take it off?" the guy guessed. Yes. Correct. "Do you want me to help you?" Yes, her eyes said.

About sixteen hours after Katarina had knotted them, the young man undid the drawstrings of the pink hood. He opened the collar and took off the hood. He saw the scarf wrapped tightly around the blue down hood and unknotted it. He opened the collar of the blue hood and pushed it down.

"Thanks! Thanks a lot!" Susie exclaimed. "Could you get me some water please? I'm terribly thirsty." She was also very tired, hungry, and she needed to use the toilet. But most of all she was very thirsty.

The friendly man put a glass of water at her lips and she drank. Her hands were still tied in the pockets, and she was still wearing three hoods, but she felt free already. "So what happened?" he asked. Susie told him the whole story.

After that, he freed her hands, and even offered to drive her home. Susie was glad this whole adventure was over... but in a way, she wasn't. In the next few days she found herself more and more wanting to be dressed in heavy down clothes, unable to take them off. But there was nobody she could tell this, so there was nobody to lock her in her clothes.

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Susie wondered what Katarina thought when she saw Susie's name on the list of participants for another dropping. Probably she'd expect that Susie wanted revenge and would try to beat her. Her amazement when Susie arrived was comical. Susie was wearing the long pink coat. It was open, so that the blue down pants and arctic jacket were visible underneath. Underneath, Susie was wearing a jacket she had newly bought. It had a long snorkel hood, which would come out of the opening left by the pink hood and restrict her vision even more.

But she wasn't wearing her hoods yet, of course. She stepped straight at Katarina.

"Hi Katarina," she said heartily, "Can you help me with my clothes again?"




Overview

The Dropping (part 1)

The dropping would start at 8 pm, and Susie had to take a twenty-five minute walk into account. Remembering Katarina's advice, Susie wanted to take her time to consider what she would wear, so at 7 pm she started to get dressed. "When in doubt, err towards warmer clothes," Katarina had said. "You can always take something off, but you can't summon another jacket if you need it!" Susie saw the truth in those words, so she made sure to wear enough layers. First she put on thick socks, leggings and a jogging hose. Now she needed a warm sweatshirt. She found her two warmest hooded sweatshirts and debated for a moment which one she was going to wear. She decided to play it safe and put both on. Then she put her jacket on: a trendy black down jacket which usually kept her warm enough in the winter.

To keep her legs warm, she had thought of a good idea: down pants. Again, this was based on what Katarina had said: "Down clothes are the best of all. They always keep you warm, and they weigh almost nothing." However, Susie didn't own any down pants. But her niece Yolanda often went trekking to arctic regions, so Susie had visited her the day before, and asked if she could borrow hers. That hadn't been a problem, and Yolanda had even offered her the matching coat as well. Susie had refused, saying it wasn't necessary, but Yolanda gave them anyway, "just in case". After all, she wasn't going to need it any time soon.

Soon enough, Susie had slipped into the down pants. Wow, she thought, those really are warm. Her legs weren't going to be cold in those! She put her feet in dark blue Moonboots. They weren't the most practical garments to be walking around in, but she definitely wouldn't get cold feet, and that was important. She looked in the mirror. Her appearance had changed a lot. Her black coat wasn't thin at all, but compared to her now enormous, shiny light blue legs, her upper body now seemed underdressed, despite the three hoods bunching up behind her. Maybe she should wear Yolanda's coat after all. It would make the complete outfit more balanced...

She took the big down jacket, put it on, and zipped it up to her breasts. It was light blue as well, matching the pants. Yes, this looked better. If she was too warm she could always unzip the jacket. But with all this, she was running out of time. She grabbed her mittens and left in a hurry.

After a few minutes she already noticed she was getting hot, and she unzipped the expedition jacket. Oh well, at least she wouldn't get cold tonight. But by the time she reached the meeting point, she thought she might have exaggerated a bit. None of the others was dressed remotely like her, and she felt a bit ridiculous. This was the first time she participated in one of these droppings, and she was very unsure if she had been right to follow Katarina's advice.

But then she saw Katarina and she calmed down again. She was wearing black down pants and a matching black down jacket. They weren't as thick as her set (of course, hers were suitable for an arctic expedition) but that wasn't all. On top of those she was wearing a really striking piece: a very thick, bright pink, nearly ankle-length down jacket. She had left it completely open, revealing the black lining. Unlike Susie's, Katarina's black down jacket underneath didn't have a hood, but Susie thought the pink hood would do fine by itself: it was a massive pile of down that stood up behind her head by itself. A red woolen scarf, draped in large circles around her neck, completed Katarina's outfit.

If Katarina was dressed like this, she felt justified in her own choice of clothing. After all, Katarina was very experienced in these droppings. Susie was grateful she had so kindly helped her out. After all, this dropping wasn't just an ordinary one - it was an exclusive game, organized by some rich guy, and a nice amount of cash was on the line. Susie didn't know any of the organizers or participants, but she had gotten a special invite, being a local athletics champion. So despite her inexperience, she could be a very real candidate here.

There were sixteen participants; they would be brought to their starting points in little closed vans. Each van would take two of the players. Katarina and Susie stepped into one of them together and soon they were on their way. The vans were empty inside; they sat on the floor facing each other.

They talked about various things at first, but after about twenty minutes Katarina said: "It's time we prepare ourselves for the start." Susie didn't know what she meant though. "Well, you know, make sure we're ready to go. Like, do up our clothes properly. Wait, I'll help you." Katarina stood up and came over to where Susie was sitting.

"I see you've taken my advice about the clothes, that's good. First, let's put your sweatshirt hoods up." She unzipped Susie's black down jacket, then put the first sweatshirt hood up and tied it firmly. She repeated this with the second sweatshirt hood. "Do they really need to be tied so tight?" Susie asked. "Of course. If you start running and your hoods just fall off all the time, you'll lose a lot of time." Katarina zipped up the black jacket again and put the hood up. She tied this one tightly as well. Susie thought her head was covered pretty thoroughly now.

Katarina now zipped up Susie's larger light blue jacket. "I wasn't going to zip that up," Susie protested, "it's too warm like that." "Nonsense," Katarina said, zipping the collar over the girl's mouth, "in the woods it'll be a lot colder. And if you leave it open it's just going to flap around and hinder you. Here, put your mittens on."

Susie put her warm black mittens on. Meanwhile Katarina took off her pink coat. "Why are you taking it off? Shouldn't you get ready for the start too?" Susie asked. But Katarina just shrugged and held the jacket up: "I'm not going to wear this. Can you stand up a moment?" Confused, Susie stood up.

Katarina took her left arm and pulled the sleeve of the pink coat over it. "I brought this for you, not for me," she said, while she turned behind Susies back and quickly helped her into the other sleeve as well. "What! But I don't need - I already have - I'll be too hot!" Susie stammered. The collar, wich was zipped tightly over the three hoods she was wearing, muffled her speech a bit, further weakening her protests.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be wearing so much already, to be honest," Katarina said, while she calmly zipped the long coat up. Because Susie wasn't as tall as Katarina, the bottom of the coat just touched the tips of her Moonboots. Katarina continued: "I thought you were going to neglect my advice, like most beginners do, so I brought this just for you. I guess it's not exactly necessary now, but since it's here now, you'll just have to wear it. And anyway, as I said, it's better to have a layer too many than to have one too few. You can always take it off if it's too hot."

Stunned, Susie looked down at the enormous coat she was wearing now. She looked like a fluffy pink pillar with arms. And behind her triple-hooded head she could feel the two large down hoods standing up. Katarina had arranged the light blue hood so that it more or less fit into the pink hood. She tried to find the right words to protest; this was just too excessive. But before she got anywhere, Katarina exclaimed: "Oh! I nearly forgot!" From the pockets of the pink coat she dug up two mittens. They were easily twice as long as Susies hands, and probably twenty times as thick. Katarina took one of Susies already mittened hands and started pulling the larger mitten over it. She then pulled the drawstring around the wrist as tight as she could and knotted it. She then took Susies other hand - Susies tried to pull away, muttering incoherent excuses, but Katarina grabbed it easily - and repeated the process.

"There you are," Katarina said, stepping back admiring her handiwork with a broad smile, "I'm sure you won't get cold in that." Susie helplessly tried to tug at her mittens, but it was to no avail. Her hands were almost useless. "I can't get these mittens off," she complained. Katarina came up to her again. "I'll help you with those in a minute," she said, "but I just want to see you wear this nice blue hood for a moment." While she said that she pulled the hood of the arctic down coat over Susies head and fastened the Velcro flaps. They covered her entire lower face. In the opening of the hood one could only see Susies eyes, the two sweatshirt hoods just above them, and a large part of the black down hood. Katarina pulled the drawstrings of the hood until all the hoods underneath were hidden as well, and only a small hole for her eyes was left.

"Please let me out of this. I'm really way too hot like this Katarina. Please help me out of these mittens." "I've had enough of your complaints." Katarina took her red scarf and wrapped it over the big blue down hood where Susies mouth was. She wrapped it tightly around the girl's face, again and again, before knotting the ends.

Susie could now only manage a faint "Mmmph! Mmph!" while her hands tried to grope the scarf. But there was really no way those thick mittens could get any grip on the tight folds of the scarf. Katarina calmly pushed the pink hood over the rest, and zipped the coat up the rest of the way, brushing aside Susies useless hands. Because the coat was way too large on Susie, she managed to zip it to the top even over all the hoods and the scarf, but it wasn't easy. She also did up the button flap of the pink coat and tied the hood as tight as she could, leaving Susie just a miniscule slit to see through. Finally she did up a drawstring at the bottom of the coat, doing it up so tight that she almost tied Susie's ankles together.

Katarina sat down again and watched in amusement as the pink figure in front of her struggled with her clothes, trying desperately to take off a mitten or a hood, but there was nothing she could do. Two sweatshirt hoods and three down hoods, all tied tight. She must be getting pretty hot in there, Katarina thought. And I guess she'll have to stay like that for quite a while.

After a while Katarina thought of something. She got up saying: "Okay that's enough. I'll help you out." She took one of Susie's hands as though she was going to undo the drawstring. But instead she pushed the hand in one of the pink coat's deep pockets. She tied the mitten's drawstring to the zipper of the pocket, and closed the zipper as far as it went. She then grabbed Susie's other hand, despite the girl trying to pull away now, and without much trouble she repeated the process on the other side. This way Susie wouldn't be able to attract anyone's attention easily. With both her hands and her mouth disabled, it would be very hard to make it clear to someone that she wanted to be helped out of her clothes.

Eventually the van stopped. The driver opened the rear door and said: "One of you can leave from here." "You can go first, Susie," Katarina said kindly. She took the girl's arm and led her out of the van. Then she gave her some mockery of a kiss, putting her lips against what she knew were many, thick layers envelopping Susie's head, and wished her good luck. Katarina stepped back in the van and the driver closed the door and set off to Katarina's starting point.



-- on to part 2 --







Overview

A long day

 Thomas woke up slowly. Which day was it? Saturday. Good. He turned and felt Lisa’s side of the bed. Empty. So she was up already. Did they have any plans for today? He didn’t think so.

Oh yes. He inwardly groaned. Lisa had convinced him to go along shopping with her and her friend Barbara. Why had he accepted that? Of course, Lisa could be very convincing. And in the end, he would do anything for her, so if she put her mind to something, Thomas eventually went along with it. But it would be a long day, that was sure.

Then he remembered the package. It had arrived yesterday. It was something Lisa had ordered, apparently, but she wouldn’t tell him what it was. A present for him, she’d said, and she’d show him tomorrow. That meant today. Suddenly invigorated, Thomas leapt out of bed. The parcel had been quite large. He was really curious what it was.

Lisa had prepared breakfast already. Such a sweet girl, Thomas thought. They kissed each other good morning and had breakfast at leisure. Thomas, unable to conceal his curiosity, asked about the package again. “You’ll see it soon,” Lisa smiled. “First take a shower and get dressed.” She kissed his ear in passing.

Twenty minutes later, they were in the living room. “Go ahead,” Lisa said, “open your present.” Thomas quickly started to work on the tape sealing the cardboard box until he could open it. He reached inside and felt something soft. He took it out and saw a light blue down jacket. It was big; not only was it quite long (almost knee-length, as he would soon discover) but it was also very thick. Thomas didn’t think he had ever seen a down jacket that was so heavily filled.

“Since you don’t have a proper winter jacket, I bought you this. So you don’t have to walk around in that thin jacket you normally wear and freeze to death. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Er... yes. It’s nice,” Thomas said, not wanting to offend Lisa. In truth, he was quite intimidated by the idea of wearing this jacket. It was so... huge! He imagined wearing it when he entered the office. He would look like the Michelin man!

And then he discovered something else. The jacket had big mittens attached. He took one to inspect it closer. It was sewn on the sleeve. There was no way to remove them. Not understanding the point of that, he turned to Lisa.

“Great, isn’t it? I had those attached specially. So you won’t have cold hands. And you can’t lose them. I know how careless you are with those things, so just for you, I asked them to attach the mittens to the coat. I thought of everything, didn’t I? Come on, try it on, I want to see you in it.”

Thomas didn’t really have a choice. He couldn’t object to Lisa when she was so enthusiastic. So although he had his doubts, he slid his arm into the jacket until his hand was in the mitten, then he put his other arm in. He clumsily took the zip that was dangling just above his knees with his big paws. After several attempts, he managed to connect the zip and pull it up to his chest.

“You look great in it,” Lisa beamed. At that point, Lisa’s phone went over. “Hi Barbara. ... Okay, we’ll be outside.” – “Barbara will be here in a couple of minutes, let’s go.”

So she grabbed her own coat, a black Moncler with a fur-trimmed hood. She put on her white woolen bonnet and scarf and took her matching mittens and put them in her pockets. Then she put on her brown Uggs and headed for the door. Lisa locked it (Thomas couldn’t, with those attached mittens) and pushed the elevator button.

While the elevator went down, Lisa turned to Thomas and pulled the huge, thick down hood over his head. “No, I don’t want to wear the hood,” Thomas said, pushing it down again. But Lisa was having none of it. She pulled his hood up again, saying “It’s cold outside, you need to protect your head as well.” Then she immediately zipped up his jacket all the way and tied the drawstrings of the hood. She put a thick knot in them. “Now you can’t take it off anymore,” she smiled. It was true. Thomas helplessly tried to feel the knot with his mittened hand, but he could do nothing about it. He wanted to protest, but they had arrived downstairs and Lisa was already out of the elevator.

By the time Thomas caught up with Lisa, she was outside greeting Barbara. “Hi Thomas,” she greeted him, “you are wrapped up well!” Lisa wasted no time and started showing off his jacket to Barbara. She had Barbara feel the thickness of it, discussed the attached mittens and showed her the tightly knotted hood, explaining that Thomas couldn’t open it thanks to the mittens. “It’s a nice length too,” Barbara commented, as she bent to the hem of the coat. “Yes, just above the knees,” Lisa agreed, “and it even has a drawstring here.” She experimentally pulled it tight and knotted it. “Oh, nice, you should keep it like that,” Barbara said. Thomas protested that it hindered his walking, but the girls ignored him. Thomas sighed. That’s why he hadn’t looked forward to this day. When Lisa and Barbara were together, they could talk for hours on end, and he often felt unnecessary.

They had to take a bus to get to the shops. Lisa and Barbara, talking incessantly, immediately took a double seat. Thomas, whom they seemed to have forgotten, took a seat behind them. He leaned forward and tapped Lisa’s shoulder. “Lisa, can you take my hood off?” he asked. “Just keep it on now, it’s only ten minutes.”

So Thomas had no choice but to keep his hood up on the bus, although he felt quite ridiculous. Luckily the bus ride was brief. But he had no idea that was only the beginning. Soon after arriving, they entered the first shop, and Lisa and Barbara started discussing the clothes. Thomas had to attract Lisa’s attention for a moment and asked her again to take his hood off. But the result was the same. “I’m not going to put your hood up and down the whole day, Thomas. You’ll just have to wear it,” Lisa told him. “And if you’re a good boy, you’ll get a hot chocolate later,” Barbara added with a grin.

So Thomas could only hang around and feel humiliated in his impossible thick jacket with the attached mittens and the hood up. Later both girls disappeared into changing rooms, and Thomas was left alone waiting for them to emerge. He had noticed some shop assistants glancing at him, and now a young woman walked up to him. “Can I help you?” she asked, looking straight at his hooded face. Thomas blushed. “No... eh... I’m just waiting for them.” He waved in the direction of the changing rooms.

The shop assistant walked on but then Thomas had an idea. He quickly went after her. “Excuse me. You can help with something. Could you untie my hood please?” The shop assistant gave him an odd look, but she started to work on the knot. “Can’t you do that yourself?” “No,” Thomas admitted, “these mittens are attached to my jacket. It’s my girlfriend’s idea.” The assistant managed to untie the knot and helped Thomas out of the hood. He thanked her and went back to the changing rooms.

“Ah, there you are. How did you get your hood off?” Lisa asked. “I got help from that assistant.” “I didn’t say you could take it off,” Lisa said. “Go back to her and ask her to put your hood up again.” Thomas was shocked. “But... why... I just wanted...” Lisa looked him straight in the eyes and said in a stern voice: “Do it. Now. Or else I’ll tie your hood completely shut and leave you behind somewhere. I’m serious.” Barbara couldn’t suppress a giggle at this threat, but Thomas was afraid. She wasn’t joking. He thought she might actually do it, even if just for a couple of hours. Dejected, he turned back towards the shop assistant. “And tell her to tie it tighter than it was before,” was Lisa’s parting shot.

Thomas walked up to the shop assistant again, his face crimson. “Can you tie my hood again please?” he asked. “Are you cold already? Or is it the girlfriend’s idea?” she asked. “My girlfriend,” he mumbled in embarrassment. The assistant gave him a pitying look, pulled his hood up and started pulling the strings. “Can you tie it tighter than it was at first please?” Thomas asked. The girl’s mouth twitched, as though she was about to burst into laughter, but luckily she got herself under control. “Of course,” she said, and pulled the strings tight until only a tiny hole for Thomas’ eyes and nose remained. She put a series of knots in it just like Lisa had done. “There you go. I have to say, that is an amazingly thick hood. And with such a small opening in it, I’m sure you’ll be kept warm.” Thomas didn’t reply to the comments and merely spoke a muffled “Thank you” before going back to Lisa.

With his hood tied even tighter, the rest of the day was even more of an agony. Still, you get used to anything, and Thomas found he could ignore the stares and giggles better as the day went on. So after a while, he didn’t feel too humiliated anymore. Until they were in that outdoor shop.

“Look what I found! Aren’t these perfect for Thomas?” Barbara was holding up a pair of black Moonboots. Before Thomas knew what happened, the girls were enthusiastically discussing several colors and types of Moonboots. “These black ones are really nice for you, Thomas,” Lisa said. But Thomas was horrified. Moonboots? When it didn’t snow? “I’m not wearing those,” he said with determination. Lisa seemed to reconsider. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Yes,” Thomas spoke firmly, although the effect was a bit diminished coming out from under that thick down hood. He was glad to at least have won this victory.

But Lisa quickly broke the illusion. “Okay then. Since you don’t want to wear the black Moonboots, we have two more options. Either these white ones... or these pink ones with the fur on them. Now my preference would be the pink ones. So it’s going to be those, unless you convince me you would really like to wear the white ones. Either way, you will wear Moonboots, if you ever want to be let out of that hood again.”

Thomas was desperate. He knew she’d have her way. So he gave in. “Okay, the white ones,” he said without enthusiasm. But Lisa wasn’t satisfied. “I said you had to convince me. You don’t sound convincing. I think it’ll be the pink ones then.” Thomas sighed. “I really like the white ones,” he said, “they’re beautiful. I would love to wear the white Moonboots.”

Lisa and Barbara exchanged glances, seeming to consider. “What do you think?” Lisa asked. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure he really likes them that much. And the pink ones do look nice,” Barbara said in a hesitating voice.

Thomas fell to his knees. “Please let me wear the white Moonboots. They’re my favorite shoes ever. Can I have them please?”

Lisa patted him on the hood. “Of course, dear. If you like them so much, you can have them.” She helped him up and handed him the Moonboots and some money. “Go to the cashier and buy them. We’ll look around some more. When you’re finished, ask someone to help you put them on. If you’re not wearing them by the time we get there, I’ll exchange them for the pink ones and have you wear those instead.”

Lisa and Barbara watched as Thomas left to do as told. “You see?” Barbara said, “it’s like I told you. Men are much more obedient when they are dressed in clothes that make them helpless and ridiculous.” “Yes, this is great. If I get him to dress like this the whole winter, he’ll be perfect. Have you got the videos?”

Barbara showed her phone. It had video clips of Thomas asking a shop assistant to tie his hood tightly and of Thomas begging Lisa to buy him a pair of white Moonboots.

“Thomas will be scared to death that those videos are made public. With those videos as a threat, you can make him wear whatever you want…”



Overview