Housewife's Awakening
(MF, F+/F, wife, reluctant, humiliation, spanking, toys)
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Chapter Eight - The Makeover
By WF and CG
"Where's Debbie?" Brett asked Stephanie as she strode purposefully down the
stairs.
"Amber's taken her to get her hair and makeup done for her big photo shoot,"
Stephanie calmly informed him as she wrapped her arm around him and pulled him
close to whisper in his ear.
"I want to talk with you for a moment about tonight. Look, you have really hurt
your beautiful wife over the past few days. Despite all that you have done to
her she still wants to do something special for you for your birthday. So you
had better support her and encourage her tonight, NO MATTER WHAT!" Stephanie
emphasized her threat by strengthening her grip around Brett. "I want to hear
you telling her how beautiful she looks and how much she turns you on and all
that sentimental shit. She is very nervous about doing this and it would
devastate her if you let her down again. Am I clear you worthless wimp?"
Stephanie said as she let Brett go for a split second before grabbing the
startled man by his collar while pushing him against a wall.
Brett was like a small child being bullied as he tried to gather some words
together. "Look, enough is enough already. I've been thinking about it and I
am not going to let you run my life." Brett said trying to exude as much
confidence and authority as possible.
SMACK! SMACK!
Stephanie struck him hard across the face with an open hand before striking him
again with a fierce backhand. "You had better learn to treat me with more
respect. You are not the one who sets the rules around here, do you understand?
Stephanie started to shout at the bewildered man. "You're the faggot who likes
to stick his little cock up other men's assholes. What do you think will happen
if your precious little wife were to find out about your little secret? Do you
think for even a second that she would forgive you? What would your family say?
What would your employer and co-workers say?" Stephanie yelled at Brett.
Stephanie could feel the will leak out of her uncle as she forced him to
confront with the results of her earlier trap, his body relaxed in her grip as
he lowered his head in resignation.
"I can't let Debbie find out about this. She would take the kids and I would
lose my job and I'd be ruined." Brett thought to himself. "I would be so
incredibly embarrassed and humiliated. Stephanie and Amber are leaving in
another week and then all this will be over."
"You better look me in the eye when I speak to you little shit. Is that clear!"
Stephanie said in a flat tone, that made her all the more intimidating. Brett
snapped his head up and tried to look her in the eye. He was ashamed by the
fact that he couldn't figure another way out of this situation, but he had to
protect his reputation from this terrible secret at all cost.
"That's better you worthless prick. Make no mistake about it, if you fail to
obey even one of my orders tonight everyone in your little world will know what
a cock-sucking faggot you are. No matter what poses Amber and I choose for Aunt
Debbie, you will give her your enthusiastic approval. Do you understand, my
little panty bitch?" Stephanie said mockingly as she shook Brett by his lapels.
"Yes, I understand." Brett said in a defeated tone of voice while his shoulders
slumped and he felt a sick pain in his stomach as he realized what he would be
expected to do tonight.
"You are to tell her how beautiful she looks and encourage her to do WHATEVER
the photographer wants her to do. You will tell her how lucky you are to have
her for a wife and how much you appreciate her doing this for you."
"That shouldn't be too hard," Brett thought to himself, "I am lucky to have her
and I can't believe that she wants to have sexy pictures taken to please me.
Especially after I fell asleep last night while we were messing around. I can't
lose her and I can't lose my life." For a moment he thought he was going to
burst into tears. He couldn't do that! It would be so pathetic...
"We've hired a professional photographer who has graciously agreed to help
Auntie Debbie with your birthday present. You had better show her the utmost
respect or else we just might decide to let Debbie know were your dirty little
dick has been lately." Stephanie said with a smile as she thought about all the
wonderfully deviant things she had planned for her aunt and uncle this evening.
"We have to make you presentable for tonight and then we will meet Amber and
Aunt Debbie at the photo studio. Given the mess you are this may take some time
so start stripping." Stephanie ordered as she released Brett, who slumped
against the wall in defeat.
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"You want me to do what?" Brett asked in disbelief.
"I said strip and do it now you stupid fucker!" Stephanie yelled while raising
her hand to slap her uncle again.
Cringing, Brett could not believe that his teenage niece was ordering him to
strip in front of her. The embarrassment and indignity he felt at being ordered
around like a little schoolboy caused him to once again lower his head in shame
before starting to unbutton his shirt.
It was then that he began to cry...
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Debbie practically fell into the SUV as she teetered on the high heels that were
still securely locked to her feet. "Mistress Amber, were are we going?" Debbie
asked as she tried to cover her lush naked body with just her hands. As Debbie
settled her body in the car her mind rapidly recalled all that had happened.
It had been another horrible day for her. It began with another 'training'
session, this time besides practicing her stride and following her leash without
question, Amber made her adopt more and more demeaning poses. Maybe it was
because Amber had been forced to pleasure her sister that she found Amber even
more cruel than normal, so much so that she began to yearn for Stephanie.
Although Stephanie had whipped her and was more of a disciplinarian than Amber,
Debbie judged her as someone who punished only when there was an infringement,
stern but fair, just as a mistress should be.
As this line of thought dribbled away it dawned on Debbie that this line of
thinking, once unbelievably alien, was now dominating her every waking moment.
"Auntie slut, we are going to get your hair and makeup done for your big photo
session tonight. You have an appointment in 15 minutes so we've got to hurry,"
Amber answered with a wicked smirk plastered across her face.
"B-But, Mistress, I don't have any clothes on. I can't go into a beauty salon
naked. They would arrest me." The nervous housewife meekly stated.
Amber playfully replied, "Don't worry your stupid little head about it.
Mistress Amber will take care of her little pussy eating pet. Look in the back
seat. You will see an outfit specially picked that matches your new image which
you can put on during the drive over."
New image! With her attention fixed on other things she had forgotten the
second part of her training. Stephanie and Amber had decided that she should
behave like a teenager barely out of adolescence. She should talk like a
brainless teenager...be interested in the things a hormonally charged teenager
would be...and would dress like a teenager trying to attract the opposite sex.
When she had objected she had been spanked, made to bawl like a teenager. After
which followed an intense session where she had been forced to retrograde to a
teenager from the mature housewife and mother that she used to be.
Reaching towards the backseat Debbie nervously opened the bag and saw some
clothing that she tentatively removed. She lifted the small garments and looked
for more. There was nothing else to clothe her body!
"Yes slut, no underwear for you this afternoon. Now put on the clothing which
I've so generously bought for you. That is if you know what's good for you."
Debbie grabbed the white tank top and shorts that Amber had brought for her. As
Debbie tried to pull the tank top over her head to cover her exposed chest the
flimsy shirt caught on the top of her big breasts. Debbie tugged and tugged but
try as she might she just couldn't get the top to stretch and cover her large
breasts.
"Mistress Amber, this top does not fit me? It's way too small. I can't get it
to pull down." Debbie anxiously informed her teenage tormentor as she again
tugged at the flimsy top.
"Well, if it doesn't fit right, I guess you just can't wear it, now can you
pet?" Amber couldn't help letting out a small giggle before continuing. "I
guess you will just have to go into the salon naked if you can't figure out a
way to make the shirt fit."
Knowing that she had no choice but to continue, Debbie pulled and tugged at the
thin cotton tank top. Her breasts were just too large to fit in the top she
thought to herself. Finally, she managed to pull it down covering her naked
breasts. The top was pulled so taut that Debbie's areolas and nipples were
clearly visible through the thin white material. She also noticed that the top
only came down to within a half inch of the bottom of her twin globes as the
straining material seemed close to bursting as it fought to contain her lush
flesh. Below the bulging flesh of her breasts, her midriff was completely bared
to anyone interested in looking. If she stretched or took too deep a breath the
bottom half of her breasts would become exposed as the stretched to the limit,
thin material would ride up her creamy mounds.
There was the last piece of her ensemble of humiliation. Lifting up the garment
she looked at a pair of shorts, they were pink and red with the word 'Naughty'
pasted across the rear end. They were tight fitting boy-shorts that were
designed to come to just below ass cheeks. These short shorts were all the rage
with the teenage girls in Debbie's town, and now she was going to parade in them
herself. But she wasn't a teenager, she was a mature woman, not some pubescent
girl whose hormones were just kicking in.
Debbie struggled to pull the short shorts over her ridiculously high heels and
up her shapely legs while the SUV continued to swerve in and out of traffic.
After finally working them up her legs and over her ass cheeks she felt a sense
of relief to finally be clothed again.
That was until she looked in the mirror and saw what she looked like in this
teenage getup. She just about died of embarrassment upon realizing what she was
going to look like walking into the salon in this outfit.
"Wow! Auntie slut, you look so fucking hot in the tank and shorts I picked out
for you. I just bet all the boys at the mall will be sporting wood as you walk
by on our way to the beauty parlor." Amber teased her embarrassed aunt, noting
with cruel pleasure, that in spite of all the things she and Stephanie had made
their beautiful aunt do the woman still felt every iota of humiliation. There
was the look of shocked realization colored in her embarrassed cheeks. A sense
of helplessness invaded Debbie. Each day, each hour brought a new soul
destroying humiliation.
"You'll want to look your best for tonight. We've got you a nice handbag,"
Debbie heard Amber say. Down by her feet was a small purse made from a lurid
pink plastic. Just the type of thing to go with this too young and too small
outfit Debbie bitterly thought.
Then as the car continued its journey Amber made her put on her makeup, telling
her that she was now to ensure that her make-up was to be perfect at all times.
Debbie wanted to ask why, she also wondered why she was busy putting blusher on
etc. when she was being taken to a beauty salon, but she was learning it was not
her place to ask too many questions...she only risked punishment for her
'insolence'.
"M-Mistress Amber. I beg to a-ask a question," Debbie nervously fidgeted in her
seat carefully looking down so she wouldn't look her tormentor in the eye.
"What is it," snapped Amber?
Part one of the questioning had been successfully navigated. Amber had not
flown off the handle - yet.
"W-What were those pieces of paper I signed," Debbie asked?
"They were a number of contracts and things. One was a rolling contract where
you signed to become an employee of 'Slut Productions'. The only employee I may
add. The company is owned by Stephanie and myself. Another was you agreeing to
having Stephanie as your manager and myself as your agent."
Debbie sat up as she listened, bewildered by what Amber had said.
"There are other 'pieces of paper'. They're called contracts by the way - which
you shouldn't concern yourself with. Don't forget you've got space between your
ears where a brain should be. You wouldn't understand things as complex as
contracts." Of course she understood, or used to understand. She had been an
independent and intelligent housewife until Stephanie and Amber had started the
process of undermining and humiliating her Debbie bitterly thought. She only
had to look at herself - teetering high heels, hot pants and her breasts
threatening to burst out of the flimsy top, to see why no one would take her
seriously. 'No one', including herself.
"Looks like you got dressed just in time," Amber announced as she pulled the SUV
into the mall parking lot.
Debbie felt herself shaking as she contemplated her fate. She knew that she was
once again going to be forced to humiliate herself in public. Before long
everyone would think that she was the biggest slut in the world.
As Debbie climbed out of the SUV she tried in vain to pull her shorts down
further behind as she realized that half her ass was sticking out winking at the
world.
Just then she felt a sharp pain in her left buttock. She spun around to catch
her mistress pinching her exposed bottom. Amber stood in front of the nervous
woman, moving closer towards Debbie who nervously backed until the parked SUV
prevented any further retreat. Debbie's slender fingers tightly squeezed the
pink plastic handbag, her shapely legs felt like water as Amber slid her hands
around to cup her and massage her buttocks.
"I was going to pinch your big beautiful behind to show you how much I
appreciate that lovely ass of yours, but you've decided to hide it from me so I
will have to teach you a lesson," Amber said as she moved forward. Amber slid
her hands up her quivering aunt's slim waist, briefly rubbing the taught skin of
the exposed slender waist before cupping Debbie's luscious breasts.
As her hands rolled the big mounds, Amber noted how swiftly the nipples of her
beautiful aunt seemed to harden. The enslavement of her luscious aunt was
progressing quite nicely. The woman was no longer in control of her body's
response to stimuli. Prim and shy Aunt Debbie was discovering she had hot slut
instincts. Uncontrollable drives being released by her enslavement.
"Don't ever turn away from your mistress again. That is very poor behavior
young lady." Amber said as she squeezed and fondled Debbie's breasts soliciting
a deep moan from the embarrassed housewife who remained leaning back on the hood
of the SUV. Debbie stared down at Amber's hands as they sensuously slid down
her along her waist across her skimpy shorts before squeezing the top of her.
"What great knockers you have auntie slut. You really do need to learn to show
them off better. Maybe if you did you might have better luck with your
uninterested husband." Amber continued to mock and humiliate her victim while
she mercilessly massaged her aunt's tits as they strained against the thin
material that barely contained them.
Without warning, Amber suddenly grabbed both of Debbie's rigid nipples and
pinched violently.
"Ouch!" Debbie exclaimed as she felt a sharp shooting pain shoot through her
nipples.
"Don't ever turn away from me again you stupid whore." Amber warned as she
continued to twist and squeeze Debbie's aching nipples.
"Now you had better remember all of your lessons this afternoon. If you
embarrass me in there, I will have to really embarrass you. Now you wouldn't
want that would you my pussy pet?" Amber asked as she slowly released her grip
on Debbie's tormented nipples.
"No, Mistress Amber, your pet will not embarrass you." Amber heard her
demoralized aunt answer. Amber relished in the realization that her aunt was
starting to refer to herself as instructed. She realized that another small
victory had been won in the enslavement of her gorgeous aunt.
"Now follow behind me at least 5 paces back. You are not to talk while we are
in the salon unless you are spoken to. You had better remember that you are a
slut and how slut's walk and talk. And above all, you had better
enthusiastically agree with anything and everything I say no matter what."
Amber cautioned before taking off for the mall entrance.
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As Brett pulled his underwear off he felt more naked than at any other time in
his life. He couldn't believe that he was naked in front of his teenage niece
and helpless to do anything but follow her orders.
"Very good. Now as long as you follow my instructions you just might enjoy
tonight after all." Stephanie said as she cuddled up to Brett and gently took
hold of his limp penis.
She started to slowly run her right hand over his shaft while her left hand
rubbed her uncle's now naked ass. "See, this can be a good thing for you, if
you just learn to trust me." Stephanie whispered huskily into Brett's ear as
she continued to stroke his growing cock.
Brett was trying his best to think of anything else but what was happening to
him. He didn't want to give in to this teenaged vixen. He had let his loving
wife down terribly already and didn't intend to add to his growing list of
indiscretions. But damn, he had to admit that Stephanie's hand felt so good.
The way she was slowly working the skin on his shaft up and down and the way she
was gently rubbing his ass was driving him crazy. Her hot breath on his neck as
her soft flesh rubbed against him was forcing him to concentrate...to wallow in
the pleasure enveloping him. "But I can't let Debbie down again," he said to
himself as he tried to steady conviction.
Stephanie gently began to kiss her uncle on the nape of his neck while she
continued to give life to his growing member.
Stephanie whispered into her uncle's ear, "Slave, I want you to place your hands
behind you. If you want me to continue stroking my cock you will do as I wish."
Brett's mind was a blur. His lust was growing and his resolve was failing. He
couldn't help himself any longer and with great effort he placed his hands
behind his back. Stephanie noted to herself the sign of resignation as her
humbled uncle placed his hands behind him as instructed.
"Did she say 'her' cock?" Brett questioned himself. "What did she mean by
that?" Before Brett could complete his thought he felt something cold snap
around his left wrist and then just as quickly something snapped around his
right wrist. He pulled wildly at his bonds but he couldn't free himself.
Stephanie stepped back and watched as her uncle vainly thrashed about. She
enjoyed watching his now pulsating cock being wildly whipped about as her uncle
tried to free himself. Protesting at his helplessness.
"You stupid, stupid, little prick. I just told you to relax and trust me and
look at you now. You really need to get a hold of yourself." Stephanie said as
she reached into her bag.
Brett watched in fear as his niece pulled out something made of leather and once
again approached him. She leaned into Brett and started to kiss his neck and
chest. Slowly Brett began to let down his guard as his breathing began to
quicken and his thoughts began to stray to the sensual touches of his nieces'
tongue on his body.
As he closed his eyes and tried to fight off his building arousal he felt
Stephanie's hands on his cock and balls. She was gently massaging them while
continuing to kiss his chest. Brett could feel the palm of Stephanie's hand
gently circling his now throbbing cock head. "I can't give in, I must be
s-s-strong...," he tried to tell himself as he felt himself losing control.
Stephanie looked at her uncle and realized that he was completely under her
spell. "Time to take this to the next level ," she told herself. She then took
the leather strap and applied it around the base of his cock snapping it shut.
It fit very tightly restricting the blood flow which would keep Brett on the
edge and hard for as long as Stephanie wished.
Brett looked down in horror just in time to see Stephanie secure a tiny padlock
to the leather restraint that was now holding his penis prisoner.
Next she took a long metal wire and formed a noose at one of the ends. She then
took his ball sac and placed it through the noose and pulled on it until she
couldn't feel any further resistance. "Now that my slave is properly leashed we
need to get you cleaned up for your big night." Stephanie informed Brett as she
started to lead him to the master bathroom.
Stephanie had collared and leashed him so quickly that Brett didn't have a good
understanding of what had just happened. One second she was playing with his
cock and the next she had it tied up and harnessed. He was so confused.
In his dazed state Brett didn't react quickly enough for Stephanie's taste so
she gave the wire leash a hard pull which elicited a scream from her captive
uncle.
"Ouch! Stop!" Brett yelled as he doubled over in pain.
"Look you limp dick, the sooner you learn to obey me the easier your life will
be. If you prove to be a slow learner then your puny little dick just might get
pulled off." Stephanie said as she gave the leash another tug for emphasis.
Brett pulled himself up from his knees and hurried after Stephanie making sure
to stay close enough to her that the leash binding his cock and balls would have
some slack at all times.
"Okay, we need to get you cleaned up. We want your little wife to be proud of
you tonight. Climb in the tub and stand still while I get some soap to clean
that filthy body of yours." Stephanie said while Brett clumsily climbed into
the master tub. He found this harder to do than he thought it would be due to
his hands being bound behind his back.
Stephanie returned with what looked like a bottle shampoo. Brett watched as she
took a generous amount and started to rub it all over his chest, back, arms, and
legs. Lastly she rubbed more of the soap onto his still rigid cock and his
balls.
As she rubbed his encased manhood Stephanie sternly warned Brett, "Your cock
belongs to me now. You will not touch it without my permission. You will not
go to the bathroom without permission. And above all else, you will NEVER
orgasm without permission. It belongs to me and I alone will decide if you ever
receive pleasure from it again. Do I make myself clear?"
Brett heard what his niece was saying, but he couldn't grasped the full meaning
because his mind was on his pulsating cock which was being sensually rubbed
while Stephanie applied soap to it. "Slave, do I make myself clear?" Stephanie
repeated herself.
"Yes, Mistress!" Brett blurted out hoping to avoid any further punishment his
mind still clearly on the hands that were driving his cock crazy.
"Yes, Mistress, what? What are you acknowledging? I want to hear you say it."
Stephanie ordered her embarrassed uncle. Stephanie smiled to herself noting
that he referred to her as his mistress without being instructed.
Brett hung his head in humiliation as he answered his tormentor, "Mistress, my
cock no longer belongs to me. It belongs to you and I am not to touch it or
gain sexual gratification through it without your consent."
"Very good slave. Now stand still and I will be back in a few minutes to finish
your bath." Stephanie said as she climbed out of the tub and left Brett alone
with soap thickly covering his entire body except for his head.
After about 5 minutes Brett started to feel a slow burning sensation spreading
throughout his body. At first it was just a bit uncomfortable but within a few
minutes he was starting to feel as though his skin was on fire.
"Damn, this hurts. What did she put on me? My dick feels like it's on fire."
Brett thought to himself as he shifted his weight from one foot to another.
Just as Brett was starting to really panic, Stephanie reappeared. "How is my
little slave doing? You look rather uncomfortable." She said with a smirk.
"Please mistress, get this stuff off me. It's burning my skin off. Please,
please, please!" Brett begged his teenage tormentor.
Stephanie stopped short of the tub and slowly inched her short skirt up. She
then slid her thong panties down her long athletic legs and stepped out of them.
"Not that you have a choice, mind you, but I will be much more enthusiastic
about cleaning you up if you agree to wear my panties for the rest of the day."
Stephanie teased as she slid her skirt back down her thighs.
"Was she really asking me to wear her panties?" Brett asked himself. At this
point he was in so much pain that he would agree to almost anything and
Stephanie knew that.
"All you have to do is convince me that you want to wear my panties and I will
whisk those nasty little bubbles away." Stephanie teased.
Brett couldn't take it anymore. His ball sac felt like someone was jumping up
and down on it and his penis felt like it had been set on fire. "Please,
please, please, Mistress Stephanie can I please wear your panties."
Stephanie took her thong and placed it over her uncle's head so that the crotch
was rubbing against his nose. "I want you to know what I smell like Slave. If
you are a good boy you just might get to taste me some day."
She then grabbed a towel and a wet washcloth and started to vigorously rub
Brett's legs. Brett watched in shock as all the hair on his legs came flying
off. Stephanie repeated this procedure until all hair on her uncle's body was
removed except for his eyebrows and on the top of his head.
Stephanie then pulled on Brett's leash and led him over to a large wall mirror.
"Now, isn't that better. My little slave looks so much better now that all that
nasty hair has been removed."
Brett looked at himself in the mirror in absolute shock. How would be ever
explain this to Debbie? He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He
couldn't believe how shrewd and conniving his nieces had turned out to be.
As he continued to contemplate his predicament, Stephanie pulled her thong off
Brett's head. Next she removed the wire leash from his balls but left the
leather cock ring in place.
"Here, put these on you little whimpy excuse for a man." Stephanie chided her
uncle as she handed him her panties.
Not wanting to anger his mistress Brett immediately lifted his leg and pulled
the thong on. His buttocks were completely bare, but his cock was mostly
covered up including the leather chastity device that he noted was still
padlocked.
"Wow, you look great in your new panties!" Stephanie teased her mortified uncle.
"Now get dressed it's almost time for you to get your birthday present."
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As Debbie stumbled along in her impossibly high heels, she heard whistles and
cat calls from the teenage boys hanging out in front of the video arcade.
Besides wishing she could disappear down a hole as she paraded in her hot pants
and top, there was the knowledge that this was one of her hometown's malls.
Until now, Stephanie and Amber had driven her out of town before humiliating and
tormenting her in public. But this time it was her own town and this meant that
there was a much greater chance of her being recognized. Her blood ran cold at
the thought...how would she, a member of the PTA explain how she was flaunting
herself in front of these teenagers, how would she a member of the local church,
to her congregation explain her behavior? And what would happen to her
reputation if some of the other things she had done slipped out. These thoughts
swirled through her mind with all the other emotions Amber had ramped up within
her.
But the vulnerable position her reputation found itself in was forgotten as a
couple of the boys...they were too young to describe as men rushed up to her and
surrounded and moved with her, circling her like dogs around a bitch in heat.
"Man, oh man, look at the tits on that slut!" One of the boys shouted out as he
leered at Debbie's incredible breasts as they liquidly undulated in her tight
top. Just a few weeks ago she would have known how to treat these youngsters
but now, her personality and values had been following her nieces treatment of
her. So now, instead of admonishing the two teenagers circling her she kept on
walking behind Amber.
"Wow, that's nothing, check out her ass. It's practically hanging out of her
shorts." His friend whooped back as he stared at Debbie's quivering, lush bottom
as her hips moved sensuously side to side.
Amber stood for a second, allowing Debbie to catch up with her.
"Part of your new 'teenage' image is that you will be going on dates with nice
boys like these." Amber said as she pointed to another crowd of gawking teenage
boys. "I bet you can't wait to jump in the backseat and get a hold of a nice
young cock that will properly appreciate a slut like you. But we will train you
to say no but always to put out. You'll be the tease who always says 'no' but
always allows herself to be fucked. The easy slut. Think of it. It'll be the
adolescence you never had."
Debbie's head swirled with the images Amber was implanting in her mind. She
would be in a acne covered teenager's car, its windows would be steamed as she
would be necking roughly with her date, his hands would be all over her, trying
to touch her breasts, her legs, between her thighs. All the time she would be
saying no, admonishing him, even as his groping became more familiar...soon her
breasts would be free...her legs would be parted to reveal her tight slit. She
would be looking at a penis, hard with teenage youth just before it entered her.
The penis would be thrusting in and out of her with no finesse, it belonged to a
teenager exultant at getting his rocks off in the slut who always said no but
always put out. This would be part of destruction of the old 'Debbie', the
Debbie who was prim and proper...the Debbie who never allowed a date in her
youth to stray beyond a chaste kiss goodnight.
The dream was broken up by the teenager who re-appeared in front of her. "Hey
naughty girl! How many quarters does it take to play with you?" Debbie tried to
block out their nasty comments as she staggered along whipping her hips
invitingly back and forth as she tried desperately to keep up with her mistress
who had strode ahead to a gaudy store front.
"OK auntie slut, we're here," Amber announced as they walked into a trendy hair
salon. "Go sit down and wait for me while I check you in."
Debbie walked over and sat down while Amber busied herself with one of the
beauticians. Part of her felt relief that she was no longer in front of
adolescents in heat but part of her was aware of a further torment. She felt so
cheap dressed in this skin-tight teenage outfit, her lush body threatening to
burst out of the tight hot pants and top. Her long legs and slim waist being
uncovered for everyone to see. The other patrons waiting for their appointments
were pointing and staring at her like she was some kind of freak from a carnival
attraction. She was grateful that there was no one she recognized but still
never felt so embarrassed in all her life as she self-consciously tried to cover
some acres of bare flesh on view.
Just as she was starting to settle in Amber approached her with a beautician and
pulled her to her feet as she was led to a small room. Debbie looked around,
there was a beautician's chair and a preparation table where Debbie guessed
massages and other treatments could be made, there were a number of mirrors and
cosmetics and lotions seemingly by the hundreds.
"Okay Pet, it's time to make you beautiful for your big photo shoot. This is
Michelle. I know you have your work cut out for you, but do you think you can
get her in shape for me?"
Carefully looking over Debbie, Michelle replied, "I think I can get the look
that you described." The beautician said as she led Debbie to the beautician's
chair. Debbie was made to lie back and stare up into Michelle's face. On the
opposite side Amber stared down at her.
"Pet, say hi to Michelle," Amber ordered as she continued to humiliate her aunt.
"Uh, like, uh, hi Michelle," Debbie answered as Amber had taught her in her best
teen babble.
"So, are you excited about your new look?" Michelle questioned Debbie as she
made herself busy preparing to transform the normally conservative housewife
into a movie star.
Debbie caught Amber's evil gaze as she replied, "Well, uh, like, it's going to
be so totally awesome! I just can't wait." Her nervousness apparent as her toes
curled under the slim straps of her high heels.
To her experience eye, the woman sitting in her chair had "potential": nice rich
honey blonde hair, nice pretty face, which could be made to look devastating
with a little makeup. Looking beyond the prone woman's face at first Michelle
thought Debbie must have had a boob job. But Debbie's mounds seemed to loll and
shake with every movement. Those big melons were real Michelle jealously
thought. Her envy of Debbie wasn't dissipated in anyway as her eyes went down
the tight rib cage to the wide hips onto her curvaceous legs displayed from the
high shorts continuing down to dainty feet, which seemed to be permanently
pointing towards the far wall as they remained in their contorted position.
Underneath this beautiful flesh doll there was a person who wanted to creep back
into protection of anonymity, Michelle knew enough about human nature though,
that Debbie's beauty would attract those who would covet her...like the tough
young woman who stood next to her nervous aunt.
Michelle's job, as given to her by Amber was to give the housewife a complete
makeover: hair, makeup... the works. Her beauty would be altered to a different
type, something more suitable for the awful fate Stephanie and Amber had planned
for this evening.
As Michelle worked on Debbie she placed a hot towel over the blonde woman's
face. Amber had ordered her to sit still and let Michelle do her thing.
************************************************************************
She seemed to have been there forever and she could have sworn that she may have
even nodded off once or twice, this wasn't surprising as her mistresses were
'working' her increasingly hard. Every hour of her day now seemed to be
occupied in pleasing and serving her two nieces...like now, dressed and behaving
like a doll, a doll made of flesh and blood which her two cruel nieces took
great delight in humiliating and degrading. Bit by bit they were destroying all
that she had stood for and imposing a new and devastating regime upon her.
And the most disturbing thing in the ordeals she had been put through was the
excitement and thrills she felt as her two nieces played their twisted games on
her. Even now, she could feel an undercurrent as the beautician worked on her,
in the background she could occasionally hear Amber and Michelle discuss her and
she had to fight back the temptation to pull away the towel that had covered her
face over the last few hours. First her hair then her face and hands, Michelle
never seemed to cease her work on her. Amber had insisted that her eyes be
covered. The towel had only come off when the girl had insisted upon spending
what seemed to Debbie to be an inordinate amount of time applying makeup.
During that brief moment where she could communicate, Debbie tried to explain
that she didn't wear that much makeup, but Michelle just smiled and told her to
keep still.
After a while, Debbie stopped complaining and just sat quietly, all the time
worrying about what her husband and everyone else would think of her new look.
After the makeup, the towel had been replaced, and work began again on her hair.
After that, Debbie felt someone grab her hand and began doing something to her
fingernails.
Debbie lost track of time, but it must have been at least a couple of hours
before she was allowed to look at herself in the mirror. The shocked housewife
gasped at what she saw.
Was that her face staring back, open-mouthed, in the mirror? She took a secret
pride on how pretty she was but now...she was so... so beautiful and so...
feminine. The hair was the first thing she noticed. It wasn't just blonde. It
was a bright platinum blonde. And it was no longer a conservative cut. Instead,
it had been given a body so it rose high on her head before flowing down the
side of her face in thick waves, framing a luscious, heavily made up face.
She looked more closely at her eyes. She now understood why things had taken so
long. Her eyes had been heavily made up with thick rich mascara applied to her
eyelashes. A very deep shade of purple had been applied to her eyelids with a
light pink shade surrounding her now very dark and smoldering eyes. Her lips
now glistened with a lip gloss.
Michelle smiled down in satisfaction. The woman had a stunned look on her face
as she stared at her reflection. Once the shock had worn off though, maybe
Debbie would notice that she had applied a bit too much make-up and the colors
weren't the most subtle but then her commission was to make her client look like
a bimbo.
And she had succeeded!
Debbie was now no longer the cool sophisticated blonde but the stereotypical
blonde bimbo. And as the 'bimbo' ran her hand through her platinum hair she
noticed another thing...Debbie froze and looked on her fingers, they had put
false nails on her... long and pink. The nails were totally impractical!
"H-how am I going to look after my home," Debbie blurted out as she stared
transfixed at the lurid pink inch long talons seemingly sprouting from her
delicate fingertips. Amber had a cruel smile on her face as she responded.
"You don't want to be a home maker. It is much to time consuming, and besides,
there are so many other things for you to do." Debbie wanted to know what these
'other things' were but she was stunned at the new level of transformation
wrought upon her.
Amber reached into her purse and placed a $100 bill in Michelle's hand, "Thank
you so much for helping my little pet. She looks so great now."
"Now get up pet, we have to meet your husband at the photo studio."
Still in a daze, Debbie slid out of the seat and stumbled out of the beauty
salon. She was so astonished with her new appearance that she failed to notice
the gawks and leering eyes of all she passed as she followed her mistress back
to the SUV.
To be continued... If you have any story line ideas for future chapters, or
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