The Wager Part 1- 11

The Wager Part 4

"OK, my little man, I have a task for you.
Tomorrow at eleven am, you are to go to this address and ask for Mr. Green.
We are going to a party on Saturday evening, and you are going to be fitted for a proper tuxedo.
You are not to worry about the cost, it is all paid for.
Do not be late, Mr. Green will report back to me on how the fitting went, along with your demeanor.
I want you to understand, your behavior is a reflection on me, do not disappoint me.
Now you need to get dressed and head home, I will call you tomorrow afternoon with details for the party."

The next morning I stood in front of the shop I was asked to visit.
It was a nondescript shop front, the only indication of what type of business was conducted inside was a sign that read "Costumier." Below that, a smaller sign read "Seville Rd. England."
Upon entering, a small brass bell above the door tinkled as the door hit it when opened.
Once inside, I was impressed as I observed row after row of fabrics on racks that lined the walls of the shop.
From behind a curtain came an elderly gentleman, bid me welcome.
When I informed him that I had an appointment set up for a fitting, his eyes lit up, along with a wide smile.

"Good morning, young man.
Your Mistress has called ahead to inform me of her needs and the style of tuxedo she desires you to be fitted for.
If you will follow me, we can begin by taking your measurements, if you will step behind that curtain, we can begin.
Miss Lisa, will you take the measurements while I jot down the information."

Miss Lisa entered, causing my mouth to hang open.
Miss Lisa was a middle aged woman whose very presence emitted class, along with an air of command.
She had long brunette hair and the deepest blue eyes I had ever encountered.

"Alright, young man, please remove your clothes and stand on the platform in front of that mirror."

Looking over at Mr. Green, he just nodded and told me to follow Miss Lisa's directions.
Undressing was an experiment in embarrassment.
When I was down to my boxers, I stood upon the platform awaiting to have this done and over with.

"Young man, please remove your shorts, there is nothing to worry about, it's necessary to accurately record your measurements."

Sliding my boxers down and away, I stood there holding my hands in front of my crotch.

"Young man, place your hands at your sides, and leave them there until told otherwise.
If you fail to cooperate, we have your Mistresses permission to correct your behavior."

Dropping my hands, I stood there on display as Miss Lisa stepped forward.
Beginning with my neck size, Miss Lisa read off the measurements, while Mr. Green made note of the sizes.
Working her way downward, Miss Lisa made enough measurements to blueprint a cruise ship.

Kneeling at my feet, she began to run the tape measure up the length of my inner leg, from the heel to my crotch.
When the tape reached my cage, Miss Lisa took hold of my balls and cage while lifting them out of the way of her measuring tape.
The most obvious effect was my little penis trying to get hard, at least until the cage exerted its will.
Dropping my cage, Miss Lisa apologized for creating my discomfort.

"Mr. Green, I think we have enough information to begin crafting this young man's tuxedo."

Turning towards me, she told me to dress, and the tuxedo will be ready on Friday and will be delivered to my apartment then.
Dressing, I made my way out of the shop and headed home.
Once in my apartment, I changed into a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt.
Once I was comfortable, I set out to finish up most of the homework assignments I needed for the next day's classes.
Shutting down my laptop, I sat there thinking about the strange twists and turns my life has taken in the last week.