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Subject: TG Story- Makeover PT3
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Date: Sat, Jan 31, 1998 22:34 EST
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Chapter Six:
Mistress was chuckling as we walked out of the beauty shop. "Sabrina, you
look like the sluttiest of sluts and the whoriest of whores. I declare
you look like the most shameless, painted, slut ever to mince in six inch
spike heels. Don't you just love having your fantasy become real, my
girl-toy? Just think, the girls were so sweet to you that you'll not need
to touch up your makeup for a week because of the indelible colors they
used. And they were so thoughtful adding those permanent eye lashes to
your own. Those should last at least a month Cathy said."
I nodded my agreement. What else was I to do? Here I was, totally slutted
up
and prancing through the mall and Mistress had already shown her
willingness to
humiliate me with the vibrators.
After informing me that I would be going back to each store and paying
for my earlier purchases I had made the mistake of telling her I had been
humiliated enough and wanted to go home. She looked at me quizzically as
if not believing what she heard. I mistook her quiet for hope that she
was listening to me. I told her how completely humiliated and embarrassed
I felt and that I couldn't possibly deal with walking around the mall
again considering my appearance.
Mistress, Joyce and Cathy had a quick conference and I found myself back
in the room where they had first done my hair, in the rear of the store.
My hands were cuffed behind my back, my feet chained tightly together and
a penis gag buckled deep into my mouth. Then Mistress, Joyce and Cathy
placed me in front of the full length mirror and seated themselves. The
vibrators began again after Mistress had done something to the controller
and placed it on the table. They then settled back and talked while
watching me squirm.
"Look in the mirror, slut and see how much of a whore you are. Look at
how slutty your makeup is. See how whorish your clothing is and how
exposed and displayed you are in it. Look at those impossibly slender,
spike heels you're locked into and how well they display your slutty
body. Your huge tits are quite prominent as is your lovely ass and your
sexy hips within the clinging confines of your hot pink micro-mini skirt.
Only wanton sluts would dress like that but that is exactly what you are.
Oh yes, we mustn't forget your very cummy panties can we?" Mistress said
each comment with a sarcastic and wicked tone in her voice. She got up
from her chair, walked over to me and pulled my skirt up over my hips,
totally exposing my wet panties. They in turn showed the outlines of my
pussy lips which looked completely real. Then she sat down again smiling.
"Those vibrators are set to increase speed every two minutes until they
reach high. Then they'll alternate from high to low and back again. I
would imagine that within ten minutes you'd be begging me to stop them or
let you cum if you weren't so busy sucking on that cock. However, they'll
continue teasing and tormenting you until I think you've learned to
become the submissive painted slut you wish to be made into. Enjoy it
SLUT!" Mistress was very angry and now I was going to pay for me earlier
defiance. And with that, all three began chatting and totally ignoring
me.
The time went by quickly as the vibrators rapidly increased their speed
until I was wriggling and squirming in my bondage as I tried to orgasm. I
thrust and pumped my cunt into the air trying to wiggle in such a way as
to cum. I moaned in sexual frustration and tried crying out and begging
forgiveness, only to hear muted, unintelligle sounds coming from around
the huge cock I was forced to suck. They looked at me in amusement for a
moment and discussed my overall appearance. A weekly appointment for
touching up my makeup was made and I realized that my bimbo slut
appearance was going to be a part of my every day life for a unknown
period of time. I heard Cathy say that each application of the indelible
makeup would make it harder to remove even with the solvent and that it
was possible that too many applications could make it an irreversible
look. Mistress laughed and said it would serve me right to become a slut
forever. Of course, since my makeup would be slutty she guessed I'd have
to dress as a whore at all times to keep the looks appropriate, saying,
"Well the bitch certainly couldn't go around with the painted face of a
slut while wearing every day clothing. She'd have to be attired as a slut
full time. That being the case perhaps she ought to be made to work as
one too. I'm sure she'd just love to suck cocks for a living," Mistress
laughing stated.
By this time I was in such sexual torment I would've said or done
anything for release. Being made to stare at my slutty reflection in the
mirror only made matters worse as I was being seduced by the picture
reflected back at me. I could feel myself flowing as I was teased
unmercifully by the vibrators. A particular long flow escaped my pussy
and in the mirror I could actually see the cream oozing out of my pussy
and through my panties. This was particularly humiliating as I watched it
begin to dribble down my thighs. I was squirming and wiggling so much
that I was becoming exhausted from trying to orgasm as well as
maintaining my precarious balance in those terribly spiked high heels. My
tits were on fire as Mistress had refused to release my tortured nipples
from the fiendish bra they were in.
It seemed like hours had passed before Mistress finally turned the
vibrators off and asked me if I would now behave. She reminded me that
she could turn them on again at any time and would not hesitate to set
them on high and leave me that way....out in the middle of the mall.
Having witnessed how I would look in the throes of heated sexual needs
and frenzy I quickly nodded my head. I was released and allowed to sit
down but the penis gag remained in my mouth. Mistress then released my
nipples and I screamed out in pain as the blood rushed into them. The gag
muffled my screams and the women smiled at my anguish.
The gag was removed and we all walked up front. There I was told to pay
Joyce and had my first experience with my very long nails. Fumbling in my
purse I managed to get my credit card out but not before the tampons and
kotex had fallen out once again. The beauticians giggled at my discomfort
as I hurried to pick them up and replace them in my purse. The tampons
were quite difficult to get my fingers to pick up and it took me several
tries, much to everyone's amusement. Then I signed the invoice finding
out that even such a simple thing as that was nearly impossible with my
nails. Trying to place my card and invoice into my purse was once again a
major accomplishment and Mistress and Joyce stood there chuckling while
watching me fumble about due to my extremely long nails.
Our first stop was Ms. Belinda's corset and lingerie shop. When I walked
into
the store I wasn't at first recognized but because of my hair and earrings
plus
my extremely pointed tits Ms. Belinda caught on. "Well if it isn't my
corset
model, Sabrina. Well my dear, you certainly seem to have achieved the slut
look
you so badly desired! You look like a total whore, my girl. Exactly as you
should of course."
Mistress told me to walk around and show myself off while she and Ms.
Belinda discussed a few things. Mandy was thrilled at my looks now and
was constantly embarrassing me as she showed me items she thought were
ideal for a slut like myself. There were a few women shoppers in the
store and they stared at me with disgust. Mandy quickly explained that I
was a SHE-MALE Slut and undergoing forced feminization into my dream
whore. At that, the women sneered and their looks became derisive as they
made degrading comments about my looks. Mandy laughed as the women warmed
to their ridiculing and sarcasm about me.
Meanwhile Ms. Belinda and my mistress were deep in conversation and I
feared
that it didn't bode well for me. Then I was ordered into the fitting room.
With
much apprehension I entered the room. My blouse was removed and the corset
loosened slightly at the top. Soon the fiendish bra was removed and my
terribly
sore nipples and breasts were free. My joy was short lived as Ms. Belinda
approached me with another diabolical looking piece of leather lingerie
with
straps and laces all over. It was placed around my chest and the lacing
began.
My breasts were still distended and swollen from the vacuum treatment and
this
devise had twin openings in the front that forced my breasts into
prominence.
All too soon the lacing was completed, the straps tightened to extreme and
I
had twin mountains protruding from my chest. The corset was tightened even
more
than before and Ms. Belinda informed my mistress that she had reduced my
waist
by another inch. That made a total of eight inches my waist had been
reduced.
The new item was called a breast harness. It was red in color and was
stiffly boned. It took all the flesh pushed up by the corset as well as
all extra flesh from my chest area and forced it out of the openings
giving me boobs of my own. Besides pushing my breast flesh out it also
forced my breasts together giving me a deep cleavage of embarrassing
size. Then a red satin bra was placed over it and to my dismay it had
openings over my nipples. I was told this was called an open tip or open
nippled bra. Once snapped on and adjusted my blouse was put back on and
to my horror my bare nipples and part of my breasts poked out the slits.
I knew I'd be arrested for indecent exposure if I went out like that.
The problem was solved by placing tasseled pasties over each nipple.
Mistress told me that I would be getting a different blouse to wear soon
but for now I could just flounce and jiggle my tits while the tasseled
pasties drew attention to my barely covered charms.
Going back up front I found that Mandy had been busy gathering up all
types of corsets and cinchers, bras and other lingerie items. Included
were several open tipped bras, two additional breast harnesses, and even
some old style open bottomed, high waisted rubber girdles with garters
attached. Then the fiendishly cruel bra I'd been wearing earlier was
added to the pile of clothes I was getting.
Ms. Belinda rang everything up while I stood there watching. Each item
was held up for my inspection supposedly but was really done to further
embarrass me as customers looked on. After fumbling for my credit card
and signing the slip I thought my ordeal was over in this shop. But that
was not to be.
Grinning, Ms. Belinda said, "It's so nice of your Mistress to offer your
services to me. Starting tomorrow you will be assigned to me for three
hours a day as a model for my merchandise, Sabrina. I'm sure you'll enjoy
modeling a variety of sexy items for my customers and you'll be
exceptionally helpful when other mistress's bring their sissy boy\girls
in for feminization. I'll be able to show them how their submissive
"girls" will look when decked out with appropriate items to emasculate
them and turn them into girl-toys for their mistress's pleasures. I'm
sure you'll have such fun exposing yourself in all the sexy, frilly items
I have here and you'll be able to tell the mistress's how they'll effect
a she-male from first hand knowledge."
I stood there in stunned silence and looked at Mistress. She smiled
wickedly
and said, "I knew you'd be overwhelmed with joy and gratitude for the
opportunity to be displayed publically in such sexy and slutty things as
Ms.
Belinda carries here, darling. So I volunteered your services in exchange
for
clothes for your wardrobe. This way you can help in the expense of
outfitting
yourself, unless you'd prefer working in the trade you're dressed for that
is?"
Knowing I was trapped I nodded my agreement and thanked Ms. Belinda for
this chance to be her model. "Very good, Sabrina," she said, "And I'm
sure you'll be happy to know that Mandy will be supervising you while
you're working here." She laughed, seeing the apprehension on my face at
that bit of news. I cringed at this thought as I heard Mandy laugh.
Before I could turn around, her hands came from behind and fondled my
bared tits through the blouse giggling as she roughly kneaded my breasts.
Unable to get to my nipples because of my pasties she whispered in my
ear, "Oh am I going to relish humiliating you by having you model some
very constricting and painful items, slut. And you'll be displaying your
large titties and nipples for everyone's pleasure. I can promise you'll
be constantly aware of your nipples and boobs, girl, by the time you
leave here daily." Her smile was devilish and I dreaded being under her
control.
Mistress escorted me out of the store and then headed off towards Monica's
clothing shop. Monica was delighted with my total look and ohh'd and ahh'd
over
me. Mistress told her that I needed a different top with my newly added
bared
breasts and Monica suggested the perfect blouse. It was a black poets
blouse
with a very low, scooped neckline. The front was nearly transparent and it
buttoned up in back with lots of tiny buttons. The sleeves ended in long,
flounced, ruffled cuffs that belled out around my wrist and dropping to
half
way down my fingers.
Monica had me change right out in front of the store and when the new
blouse was buttoned I was appalled at the sight. My red breast harness
and corset were clearly visible through the diaphanous black blouse and
my jutting boobs stuck out as the blouse accented them. The upper
portions of my breasts were exposed as well as my bountiful cleavage
which the blouse didn't cover. My bare nipples poked out noticeably,
tenting my blouse in a sensual display of my femininity. They had been so
badly pinched and pulled that they had swollen and now were hard points
of flesh protruding out almost a half inch. As I moved and the blouse
rubbed over my sensitive nipples I nearly swooned with the excitement
they were causing me. Monica had me walk over to a mirror to see how my
new blouse looked and I was shocked to see how blatantly my breasts and
nipples were show-cased. No one could miss the fact that I was wearing an
open nippled bra and though I couldn't be arrested for showing them off
in this way it was terribly humiliating. I knew that my breasts and
nipples would be focal points of interest for the rest of the day.
Mistress, with Monica's help then proceeded to pick out several more
outfits for me. All were going to be extremely tight and restrictive
while displaying my femininity to the utmost. There was a dark red patent
leather hobble skirt that looked to be about mid calf in length but
narrowed so drastically I doubted I could get my legs through it. Monica
laughed at my reaction to it saying, "Wearing this and high spike heels
you'll learn the true meaning of being hobbled, cunt! It's so tight that
you'll be unable to sit in it so once you're in it you'll remain standing
or mincing the entire time you're wearing it."
Turning to my mistress she went on, "You know L., if you build a platform
with
a chair on it, you could have men sit there and make this slut suck cocks
while
wearing that hobble skirt and spikes. That way she could get the pleasure
of
sucking cocks while being made to stand all night. I'll bet she'd look so
cute
trying to keep her balance while swallowing cum all evening, knowing she
had no
choice but to remain standing as cock after cock exploded in her mouth!"
Monica
seemed to take perverse delight in dreaming up some of the worst scenarios
possible and Mistress seemed intrigued by the ideas.
By the time we were finished there were piles of dresses, blouses and
skirts and all were of a slutty design in one way or another. Short mini
and micro- mini dresses and skirts, long straight tight skirts, slit
skirts that were slit in such a way as to expose most of my legs and
thighs as I walked and make sitting without exposing my pussy an
impossible task. Rubber and latex predominated the materials while
leather abounded also. Blouses were either skin tight or very low cut and
all would reveal, in one way or another, my breasts. When it was all
totalled up and I had signed the invoice the next bombshell was dropped
on me.
Monica grinned evilly while she said, "I'm sure you'll be in 'girl
heaven' modeling some of my sluttier outfits for my customers, Sabrina.
It was such good luck finding out how much you wish to be publically
exhibited! And think of all the sexy clothing you'll be able to strut
around in while being exposed as the whore you've become!! In exchange
for working three hours a day I'll ensure you get to take home the
absolute sluttiest of outfits imaginable for you to go out at night in or
whenever your Mistress commands you to. I don't necessarily stock things
any sluttier than you wore today but I certainly can order them for you.
I saw the sexiest dress the other day. Turtlenecked, bare shoulders, long
sleeves, but your entire bosom is exposed while your titties are pushed
even further together than yours are now. Very tiny waist, tight over
your hips but your butt cheeks are completely exposed with a tight g-
string up your ass. And even better, you're entire pussy is uncovered by
a cut out on the front of the dress. The skirt stops about four inches
above your knees and is super tight with a severe rubber hem that will
guarantee you take petite, little steps of three to four inches maximum.
I think you'd look ever so much like a whore if you dressed in that and
your Mistress took you out!!!!"
Monica was laughing so hard at my expression of horror that she had tears
running down her eyes. When she was able to slow her laughing down she
looked at me with an evil glint and smirk, saying "Oh Yes, you little
cunt bitch, I've grand plans for you. You think you've been humiliated
today, just wait till I have you modeling some of my more risque and
provocative items. I may make you walk through the mall in several
outfits that are sure to attract more attention than you ever dreamed of
and you can hand out my business cards. Think of how much fun you'll have
parading through the mall looking like the best dressed slut in town!"
Mistress insisted I thank Monica for the opportunity to put myself on
display modeling for her and made me tell her that I'd adore strutting
about the mall in outfits of her's. As we were leaving, Monica added, "Oh
Sabrina, one important requirement. You must always act as overly
feminine and swishy as possible. I want there to be no doubt that you're
a girl packaged toy that simply loves being a painted slut and showing
that fact to the world. You'll always be smiling or blushing regardless
of how you're dressed or the comments you receive. Half my customers
think like your mistress and I do and will really have fun humiliating
you, knowing you're a feminized she-male whore!"
As I minced out of the store with my jiggling, bouncing breasts
threatening to fall out of my blouse I begged Mistress to reconsider
making me model for the two women. "Why Sabrina, I'm surprised at you,"
Mistress stated. "I thought your most wished for fantasy was to be made
into a whore and then be taken out in public so everyone could see how
much of a slut you are. All I'm doing, my pretty, is making it possible
for you to live your fantasy in real life. And what better way than to be
forced to model sexy, suggestive and even lewd outfits in women's shops
while perfumed, made-up, and looking like a such a whory cunt! You get so
exceedingly wet when humiliated and made to act like a slut I just
decided you should be forced into working where you'll be constantly
displayed and exposed to the public. Now if you don't want to do that
I'll just put you out on the street at night as a hooker and you can fuck
and suck like a real whore. Of course, you'll be having to suck a lot of
cocks and swallow their thick cream all nite and you'll be walking the
streets like a common slut but if you'd prefer, THAT can be arranged."
That threat was enough to quiet me down. Mistress was looking at me to
see if I had anything further to complain about. Seeing I didn't she went
on, "I think you need to be disciplined girl and I know just the thing.
Follow me," she commanded and strode off leaving me to catch up as best I
could with rapid, small mincing steps that caused a clamor as my heels
beat a fast staccato on the tiled floor of the mall.
She had stopped at a small shop selling jewelry. Bangle bracelets,
anklets, earrings of all sorts were displayed on the wall. Having already
had my ears pierced I paid no notice to the small sign advertising,
private personal piercing. Mistress picked out several gaudy bangled
bracelets and slipped them onto my left wrist. The owner of the shop came
over and said hello to my mistress and said that my mistress's special
orders had come in. She looked pointedly at me and asked if this was
mistress's submissive slut to which Mistress answered by suddenly
grabbing my exposed nipples and squeezing them hard.
The owner chuckled and pointed the way to the back. We entered a small
room and Mistress opened several boxes. The owner smiled mischievously
seeing Mistress smile. A one inch wide black leather collar was put
around my neck and in red stitching I saw the words "Sexy Bit*h" A two
inch wide collar in red had the words 'Submissive Slut' spelled out in
shiny black. Next came a necklace that laid atop my breasts and in gold
were the words "I'm a Sexy-Slut-Whore" A charm bracelet was placed on my
other wrist. It had little bells that rang noisily but worse were some of
the charms. 'Wanton Whore', 'Sexy Slut', 'CockSucker' were a few of the
charms along with miniature dildos, butt plugs, and even a small pussy
with a cock protruding from it. In addition to these there were ankle and
wrist bracelets in red leather and in glistening gemstones each had one
word spelled out in large letters. "CUNT", "PUSSY", "WHORE", "SLUT",
"BITCH", "COCKSUCKER", "BIG BOOBS", "TEMPTING TITS".
Mistress chuckled and said to me, "Oh girl, are you going to be
embarrassed wearing these on your wrists and ankles. But at least
there'll be no doubt about what you are!" Both women giggled at this and
then Mistress showed me the tiny built in locks to each which would
ensure that I kept them on.
I had been told to sit and while I was still staring at the assortment of
humiliating jewelry I'd be wearing, I found myself pinned to the chair
with a wide strap holding my arms and waist to the chair. This was
immediately followed by another strap above my heaving tits. Mistress
then pulled my blouse down under my boobs and pinched a nipple hard,
causing me to cry out. As I did a large ball gag was buckled securely in
my mouth. Then I saw why!
In Mistress's hands were two gold hoops. Taking a special type of pliers
the woman opened one of the hoops up. There was a very strong spring that
held it together but once opened I could see a very sharp point on the
metal post and a metal pad on the other side of it. The pad had a deep,
thin hole into which the post would rest when closed and three small
spikes. The woman approached my left nipple while Mistress held the
breast stationary.
Mistress looked into my eyes and I saw that wicked, laughing gleam in
hers. "For your presumption and insolence in questioning my judgement of
having you work as a model I decided that you should be taught a lesson.
I had planned on having your nipples pierced just as I did your
ears....quickly and fairly painlessly. But due to your impudence I've
decided otherwise. These are special piercing rings that will slowly work
their way through your nipples until they are completely pierced. It
usually takes a full 24hrs for this to happen and during this time you'll
be fully aware of each millimeter the post pierces. The pain is not
unbearable but will be quite distressful. It is considered a minor
torture which will cause you some suffering and torment but what will
cause you the most anguish is knowing your nipples will be pierced
forever. And with pierced nipples I can tell you, you will be wearing all
types of cute and humiliating nipple jewelry. Whether your breasts are
visibly displayed or covered by a bra your nipples will have some form of
bondage on them to help you remember your indecretion today. But for now
you'll have the next 24hrs to enjoy the thrills of being agonizingly
pierced and further feminized."
With that the piercer was placed on either side of my swollen, distended
nipple which mistress had pulled even further out from my breast. The
hoop was positioned so that the pad and spikes made contact first. Then
the post was released and began my piercing. I squirmed and thrashed
about in agony for a few minutes and watched my nipple ring swing up and
down. Then, when I had settled down somewhat they repeated the procedure
on my other nipple. Once more I thrashed about but to no avail. I could
feel the piercers making their slow way through my flesh.
"Those hoops are larger inside than the actual piercing pad and post
which is why those hoops swing so as you wiggle. You may wiggle and
bounce all you want but because of the small tiny spikes holding the pad
in place and the strength of the spring, the post will pierce your
nipples regardless. You may even try to pull them apart but I'd suggest
you be very careful pulling on them. You certainly don't want to tear
your precious nipples, do you my pretty slut?" Mistress watched my
reaction to her words, giggling as complete realization hit me. Not only
had my ears been pierced three times which was an exceedingly feminine
mark but now my nipples were to become pierced and I would forever be
wearing girlish pretties through them.
When it was determined that I had myself under control and was tolerating
the piercers as well as could be expected I was released and allowed to
pull my blouse back up over my titties. The mere touch of the blouse was
enough to stimulate my now extremely sensitive nipples and I felt myself
oozing more cream into my panties. The ball gag was removed and we all
went up front.
Leaving the store Mistress inquired how my nipples felt. Due to the
mincing walk that caused my titties to jiggle and bounce sensuously the
hoops also bounced about under my blouse. This added teasing torment was
exquisite pain/pleasure as I found myself becoming excited at this latest
feminization.
We then headed towards the Foot Fetish. It came as no surprise to me when,
after purchasing several more exaggeratedly high spike heels, Linda gushed
with
enthusiasm upon my Mistress saying that I'd be delighted to model high
heels
for her two hours a day in her store. After finding out I was to be
modeling in
the corset shop and clothes store, Linda suggested I model her shoes at
each
location.
With an evil chuckle Linda said, "I have several pair of fetish heels that
are
really considered bedroom fuck me shoes that are nearly impossible to walk
in.
However I'm sure Sabrina wouldn't mind just standing in them for my
customers
to see how sexy they are and I believe with proper training she could
possibly
be walking in seven or even eight inch heels within six months. Of course
the
eight inch spikes will really be a challenge but I've known several women
who
have mastered them. I'm sure Sabrina will try her best, won't you dear? If
not,
I'm sure continuous high heeled training 24hrs a day will teach her to
apply
herself."
"I can see from the way she's hobbling about in those six inch stiletto
spikes she must be unused to walking in them for long periods of time,"
Linda continued. "That will be rectified after a few weeks modeling for
all of us here in the mall. Sabrina, you will be required to wear nothing
lower than five inch heels from now on while modeling for me or the
others. You will not take them off for any reason without permission and
for each infraction you'll walk completely around the mall, outside, in
whatever pair you removed. Further, I will talk to the other ladies and
you'll be required to stay standing or walking in your heels constantly
with only a five minute rest each hour. A woman's legs look so much
sexier when perched on high spike heels and to see the full effect it's
mandatory to walk or stand. I'm quite sure Sabrina will become very adept
at wearing the highest of heels and they'll certainly help her acquire
the subtle swish and sway of her hips and ass that is a slut's trademark.
You'll look so lewd and suggestive as you swivel your hips and wiggle
that you'll be the main attraction at the mall."
After a few private words with her, Mistress motioned me to follow her out
of
the store. We strolled along casually which increased my exposure as a
prettified slut with jiggling boobs, pierced nipples and seductively
swishing
ass.
Mistress then giggled and said, "Well my pretty, I'm sure today has
surpassed your wildest fantasy. I really enjoyed seeing your humiliation
at each step of your makeover. You were so precious! Now instead of
dreaming about being put on public display occasionally while looking
like a painted whore, you will get to live that life in reality, every
day. We'll see how long you have fun being seen as the slut and whore you
truly are. Today's humiliation will be nothing compared to your future as
a humiliated slutty model who will spend her days on display in a busy
mall with hundreds of people seeing you all the time. And your nights,
well my sexy slut, your nights will consist of even more humiliation as I
parade you all over town as the slut/whore you've become."
The End
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