 |
|||
|
|
Chapter 7. Transformation
"Kitty you were really good in there. Jean was impressed with your manners. I promised you a treat and I always keep my promises Kitty, but you'll have to wait until later."
"Thank you Miss, Kitty wants to please."
Why the fuck had she said that? She saw Lauren's eyes sparkle in response and knew the answer already. Seeing Lauren smile, seeing her happy in any way sent a flush of warmth through her body, spreading through her belly and up into her chest. She had never experienced anything like it before. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it made her feel good. And, apparently, she was willing to humiliate herself make it happen.
"Well keep it up Kitty, that is what you are for. Here we are."
Katie had barely been paying attention to her surroundings as she followed Lauren through the mall. She was beginning to feel the effects in her legs of wearing the heels that she almost never wore. She glanced into the store as they entered, wondering what they would be doing here. The beauty salon had rows of reclining chairs out the front, two of which were already occupied with women having their hair washed or cut.
"Hey Gloria," Lauren called to a woman at the back of the salon.
"Lauren," Gloria called out, dropping the brush and scissors back onto the bench. "So this is Katie huh. Has anyone ever told you, you look like that chick from Scott Pilgrim?"
"Hey wow she so does. I hadn't really noticed it before Gloria."
"Minus the blue hair of course," Gloria smiled cheekily.
Katie had never heard of whatever they were talking about, which only made her feel more an outsider. Lauren knew all these people, she had never seen them before in her life, but they all seemed to know her. The word buxom was just made to describe Gloria. Her breasts were huge, protruding from her chest like two zeppelins. She was wearing a purple corset that made her waist smaller and only served to make her breasts appear even bigger. She was wearing a long black skirt and black stockings underneath, her hair spiked at the front but long and layered at the back. Definitely someone who would stand out in a crowd.
"Quiet one isn't she?" Gloria said jokingly.
"She's a good girl Gloria, just a little lazy and needs a little more confidence. And that's why we're here," Lauren was all smiles as she talked about Katie as if she was deaf and dumb.
"Come on back and we can get started. I can't wait to get stuck in to those luscious black locks."
"You remember what we talked about right?" asked Lauren.
"Yep. You are so right, it will look perfect. I know you're gonna love it Katie."
Katie sat down in the chair at Gloria's direction dreading what was about to happen. Her hair was going to be cut, she knew that much, but what had Lauren chosen for her new look. She hoped it wasn't something stupid, or something short. Lauren wouldn't make her look ugly surely. It was a slave's duty to be pleasing for her owner and Lauren would not be pleased with a stupid haircut. Unless laughing at her all the time was the goal. Katie felt even worse after that little thought popped into her head.
She clenched tightly to her purse as the shiny cape was draped over her shoulders, covering her body. She could feel each and every bump of the glass dildo inside her purse and she watched in the mirror as her cheeks blazed red as she thought about what people would say if someone found that in her purse.
Lauren and Gloria chatted as Katie's hair was cut. Not once throughout the whole process did either one speak to Katie. It was as if she was just a mannequin wearing a wig. Katie couldn't believe how demeaning it was to be ignored so blatantly and so completely. Every now and then Gloria's prominent breasts bumped into her head, making her blush with embarrassment at each touch. Gloria didn't seem to notice, even when she brushed across Katie's nose, she didn't stop or even acknowledge that anything untoward had happened.
Katie watched her red cheeks in the mirror, feeling more self-conscious the more obvious her discomfort became which only made her feel worse. She was caught in a downward spiral of humiliation as she sat silently, subjecting herself to the unwanted haircut. It took almost an hour but Gloria finally stepped back, finished. It would have taken a lot less time if she hadn't stopped every five minutes to chat with Lauren, the young girl pouted. Katie looked at herself in the mirror, surveying the look Lauren had chosen for her.
Her fringe had been cut straight across her forehead. She had never had a fringe before. She had always liked to brush all her hair to one side, or pull it all back into a ponytail. The hair around her face had been feathered and layered so it was shorter at the front, lengthening as it went to the back. It was a strange look, not bad, just really different than anything she had ever had, and definitely not something she would have ever chosen.
"Perfect. You're a genius Gloria," enthused Lauren, giving the woman a hug, though how she managed to maneuver around those massive boobs Katie would never know.
"It's a fairly simple cut and Katie was such a good little model."
"Simple or not it looks great. It looks just how I imagined it would."
"Time to get started on the other hair then," Gloria winked at Katie in the mirror.
Other hair! The blood rushed from Katie's face leaving her as white as a sheet where only moments before she had been blushing like the young girl she was. Don't act so stupid, she told herself. You know what she means, there is only one possible thing she could be talking about. Katie didn't want to think about it but as Gloria removed the cape and Lauren took her hand and led her through a doorway into the back of the salon, she had no real alternative.
Katie was trembling as she was ushered into the back room, tiled in a sterile white motif that reminded her of a hospital. Lauren had to pull her through the doorway, stumbling like a reluctant child. Katie could see a long padded table in the middle of the room with cupboards lining most of the outside walls. She was gripping Lauren's hand tightly, afraid to let go, seeking comfort the only place that she could.
"See that Kitty," said Lauren, pointing to a large sign on one wall that said 'No Whining'.
"Yes Miss."
"You have been doing so well today and you look so pretty now, but you are going to look so much cuter after this."
"So right," said Gloria, following the two young girls into the room. "There's nothing like being smooth down there. You can hang your dress up here. You can keep your underwear on, we'll just move it out of the way when we need to."
"Up you hop," Lauren urged, patting the padded table top.
Katie stared at Lauren and Gloria as they watched her expectantly. It was alright for them, Katie thought indignantly as she shuffled out of her dress and hung it on the hook by the door. She was the one who was going to be half-naked showing off her sex to a stranger. Gloria might do this kind of thing every day but it didn’t make her feel any better. A complete stranger was going to be looking at her, touching her most intimate of places.
Shit, the young girl realised, she wouldn’t just be touching her she would be hurting her. She had heard about how much waxing hurt and this was her pussy they were talking about. She had to resist the urge to touch herself, to run her fingers through the thick bush of black curls, feeling, for what could be the last time, what she had always felt was part of the essence of her womanhood. She trimmed it into a nice bikini line sure, she wasn’t a fugly slag, but this was way different.
Katie stepped hesitantly forward and eased herself up onto the table. She sat, her bum barely on the edge, her hands shifting nervously in her lap. She looked at the door, locked by Gloria after she entered, and all Katie could think of was making a run for it: to the door, out into the salon, through into the mall and all the way home. Of course she would be doing it in her underwear. She knew nothing of the sort was going to happen, but she couldn’t help the daydream. She knew she was going to lie back and have her pussy denuded, each hair wrenched out tortuously by the root and she knew she would lie there compliant, submitting herself to the humiliation but never accepting it.
“Lie back Katie. You can pull your underwear down while the wax heats,” Gloria instructed.
Katie looked at Lauren, her watery eyes pleading silently with her owner. Lauren looked back impassively waiting for her to obey, she would find no solace there. They both knew this was going to happen, but Katie couldn’t help trying to wheedle her way out of it one last time. She was Lauren’s now, hers to do with as she pleased. What she wanted didn’t matter to the girl, of that Katie was now sure. As she looked into those pale blue eyes the last vestige of her independence faded away like a wisp of fog in a breeze. Katie lifted her bottom and pushed her panties down her legs, aware that her bushy sex was thrust into the air as she did so, as if she was inviting the ordeal to come.
“You may as well just take them off Kitty. Just put them on the end of the table,” Lauren decided.
Katie sat up and kicked the small boy-shorts over her ankles, folded them neatly and placed them in a corner at the end of the table. She lay back, breathing heavily, her palms sweating, unconsciously nibbling her lower lip as she waited for the process to begin, waited for her body to be prodded and poked by a strange woman. She couldn’t quite believe that she was sitting here, naked from the waist down while two women stared at her, evaluating and critiquing her nude form. Katie stared at the ceiling, unwilling to make eye contact with either Lauren or Gloria, each as complicit as the other in the coming ordeal.
"Well, you are a, um, you have quite prolific growth," said Gloria as she peered at Katie's groin.
"What Gloria means is that you have one hairy bush Kitty," giggled Lauren.
"Well that's certainly one way of putting it," said Gloria, joining the laughter. "It will have to be trimmed first. The hair needs to be a little shorter for the wax to have its full effect."
Katie was not laughing. She did not see the funny side of what was going on. Her thick covering of soft black curls, the very marker that helped make her feel a woman, was a joke now? Katie watched in trepidation as Gloria walked towards her, a small pair of scissors in her hand.
"Don't worry honey, I'll only cut above the comb, see," explained Gloria as she swept a small plastic comb through the profusion of hair on her mons. "Oh. Well... that’s alright."
"What?" enquired Lauren.
"Um, well. It's nothing to be ashamed of," Gloria reassured the young girl, patting Katie gently on the leg.
"Oh," Lauren said, giggling uncontrollably.
Katie looked down her body, just in time to see the comb rise from her curls, moisture glistening along its length. Her face felt as if it was being held to a flame. She was wet. Her fucking pussy was wet. It looked like just a little, but a little or a lot made no difference. She gripped the edge of the table as if the world was spinning and she was about to fall, her fingers whitening as her grip intensified. She closed her eyes, unable to face Gloria.
Lauren was still giggling but Gloria had gone silent, continuing to trim the long hairs covering the young girl's mound. She was disgusted by her, Katie knew. Gloria knew she was a slut, what else could she think. Oh God, what if Gloria thought she was getting turned on by what she was doing. What could she do? Her mouth was pressed firmly closed, not trusting herself to speak. Anyway what could she possibly say that would make any difference.
Katie lay back on the table wearing only her bra and heels, cringing each time she felt the comb slide through her pubic hair, wincing every time she heard the snick of the scissors. How could she be wet? This wasn't happening. It just wasn't happening. Lauren's incessant giggling told her otherwise, never letting her forget for a second what was happening. Gloria had said not to be ashamed but what she really meant was the opposite. She was a filthy slut and she should be ashamed of herself. Katie could not argue.
"Will that affect the waxing Gloria?"
Trust Lauren to find a way to make her feel even worse, Katie moaned as she imagined herself melting into the soft, padded table.
"No, the wax will bond to the hairs themselves. Of course it would be better if it didn't but..."
"No harm done then, eh Kitty. It might even take the edge off."
Katie could hear the smile in Lauren's voice. Her eyes remained tightly shut but she could imagine the twinkle in Lauren's eyes as she humiliated her with her innocent sounding comments. Katie knew Lauren was enjoying this, she seemed to find a perverse pleasure in demeaning her. The degraded teen wanted ever so much to hide her feelings, to deny Lauren the satisfaction of seeing how much the humiliation upset her, but she wasn't strong enough. All she could think of was Gloria, what she thought about her, what she would tell others. Would the story about the teenage slut whose pussy leaked all through her waxing become legendary at the salon? At the mall? She would be working here as well now. What if Mrs Farrell found out?
Katie was startled into activity by the loud burr of a machine. Her eyes flicked open in alarm, only to see a small hand-held vacuum hovering over her trimmed bush. The muted hum of the machine sounded deafeningly loud in the small room. She could not help but watch as Gloria played the machine over her sex, clearing away all the trimmed hair. Katie was horrified to see her legs splayed apart. When had that happened? She realised now that as Gloria had moved to trim the hair lower, she had instinctively parted her thighs allowing the strange woman access. It wasn't sexual in any way, it wasn't. She was just making Gloria's job easier. It was bad enough she had to deal with the sexual discharge of which Katie remained mortified but for her to think Katie was inviting any advances of any kind made the petrified teenager want to die.
"Ok, now this will hurt. I don't know what you have heard or read but anyone who says it doesn't is lying to you. Don't worry though, each time it hurts less and less as the hair grows back weaker. You've been so great so far."
"Yes Kitty, you have been a good girl," Lauren chimed in.
Katie remembered the next few minutes as filled with moments of blinding pain, juxtaposed with moments of unbearable tension as she anticipated the next torturous removal of hair. Gloria's movements were swift and graceful. She had vowed not to watch, she couldn't watch, but when she felt the cloth strip pressed into the hot wax that had been poured on her pussy, her eyes remained glued to the scene.
She remembered the sign and Lauren's expectations and she was proud that the only sound she made was a tiny yelp each time Gloria's arm arced away from her body. Her eyes watered at the very first application and her pussy had stung more than anything she had ever felt. The pain shot up into her belly but receded as quickly as it came, not like the lingering ache that the cane had left. Katie was still anticipating the next agonising sting when Gloria wiped the area between her legs with a cool, moist cloth.
"Just turn over and up on your knees for the last part. You can ease down on your elbows sweetie, it opens it up better."
Katie obeyed without even thinking. She was in such a daze that she was taking orders from the strange woman as if she was Lauren. It was only as she rested her weight onto her elbows that she realised what position she was in, realised exactly what this 'last part' was. She rested her head on the table and clenched her jaw as the wax was applied between her buttocks.
Four swift motions later and the procedure was over. She was completely smooth from front to back, her soft teenage skin bearing no trace of the verdant black curls she had coveted. She suffered in silence as Gloria wiped the last traces of wax from around her asshole, feeling filthy as she wondered if her sex was still moist.
"Look Gloria, she's blowing kisses to me," Lauren laughed.
"Lauren you are so wicked," chuckled Gloria as she tidied away the apparatus used to denude the teenager, still perched on all fours. "Stop it, you're embarrassing the poor girl."
Katie froze knowing to what Lauren was referring. The position itself was lewd and revealing, one sluts adopted to be fucked from behind, she knew all about 'doggy style', but she had been tightening the muscles around her sphincter as an instinctive reaction to the waxing. She might have known Lauren was watching, but for her to comment was too much for the young girl. Her shoulders shuddered with the first choking sobs but she was adamant she would not cry in front of Gloria.
She just wanted to get dressed and leave. Right now she didn't even want to see what she looked like. In fact that was the last thing she wanted to see right now. It had been many years since she had grown hair down there and she dreaded seeing herself now. She had seen Lauren's bare sex of course and at the time she had found it exciting and sexy, but she was not Lauren. This was her body, her pussy. The changes Lauren was making had rammed home for the bewildered teen that it no longer belonged to her. What else had Lauren planned?
"You can get dressed now Katie, we're all finished. You were fantastic, one of the best. You should hear some of the women we get in here. And some of them have had babies! I'll leave you to it."
Katie breathed deeply when Gloria walked from the room. She was still on all fours, high up on the table. For some reason she felt she required Lauren's permission to move. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her chest when she saw the beautician's black clad form, silently sweep through the door.
"Don't you look delicious," Lauren purred, sliding a finger along Katie's smooth slit, pressing gently along the join of her delicate lips, now free of all obstructions. Katie shivered at the touch, though still fearful that they would be interrupted. She bit her lip as Lauren slid a finger inside her, testing her moistness. A moment later the finger was at her other lips, her mouth parting and inviting the slimy digit inside. There was her answer, Katie mused as she tasted the cream of her arousal as she cleaned her owner's finger. Would she ever stop? Would Lauren want that?
"C'mon Kitty, you can't stay like that all day. Gloria's running a salon not a brothel. Get those panties back over that sweet little cunt, you have shown it off quite enough for now."
Katie slipped from the table, her movements far from graceful. She collected her panties and slid them on, marveling at the sensation they produced as they rested against her now smooth flesh.
"I'll take care of the bill. Meet me out front, and make sure you thank Gloria. I am sure she doesn't deal with too many sluts like you Kitty, you should have seen her face when she saw you were creaming up a storm."
Katie wanted to curl up in a corner as Lauren confirmed her worst fears. She knew it, how could anyone possibly feel any different. She was disgusted, anyone else was bound to feel it more strongly. She couldn't help it, she really couldn't. She hadn't even known. What she could or couldn't do was irrelevant, she knew. A complete stranger had seen her arousal, that was all that mattered. She didn't know if she could face Gloria again with that knowledge bouncing around inside her mind.
She felt strangely safe, protected, when she was back inside her dress. It felt so good to be clothed again. How the hell did people be nudists? They must be mental, she thought, as she took one last look around the small room where she had become a girl again.
When she stepped back into the main room of the salon, a strange atmosphere descended around her. She looked from woman to woman. They all knew! Had Gloria already told her tale or had it been Lauren? The furtive looks the other patrons darted towards her were filled with revulsion. Weren't they? Katie's cheeks bore the telltale scarlet mottling that told of her shame. She spotted Gloria at the counter and hurried up to her, desperate to get out of the salon, away from the judgment she felt weighing her down.
"Thank you very much Ma'am."
"You're welcome Katie, any friend of Lauren's is welcome here. We'll see you in three weeks."
Katie didn't know what to make of that so she smiled timidly and scurried from the store. Three weeks? For what? She couldn't need another haircut so soon? Did waxing only last three weeks? Where was Lauren?
She spotted her owner by a lingerie store, windowshopping. Katie hurried to her, not wanting to keep her waiting but not looking forward to the next part of the day Lauren had planned, though what could be worse than having all the hair ripped out of her pussy by the roots?
"You let Gloria know how much you appreciated her work?"
"Yes Miss," replied Katie, hoping she had.
"Good, I'm starving. Time for lunch. Do you like sushi?"
"Um, I have never had it before Miss."
"You've never had sushi but you had to think about your answer? What's with all this 'um' shit Kitty? It makes you sound stupid or that you're trying to hide something? Well?"
"U- I don't know Miss," Katie said plaintively. Lauren had been in a good mood all morning, she didn't want to upset her now.
"The next time you say 'um', you will be punished."
"Yes Miss," the teenager replied despondently and followed her owner through the mall to their next destination.
* * * * *
"Four prawn nagiri, two egg nagiri, six salmon and cucumber rolls, a bottle of coke and a bottle of water. Got all that Kitty?"
"Yes Miss."
"Here's some money, off you go."
She took the money from Lauren as her classmate sat comfortably at the table. Katie had not been allowed to sit, instead she had stood by her owner's side as she decided what to order. She knew that she would only be getting up a few moments later anyway, but being denied a seat had affected her more than she would have thought. She was serving her owner, that was all she could tell herself, though it did nothing to ease the humiliation she felt.
She tried to ignore the feeling as she ordered the sushi, focusing on the strange looking food Lauren had chosen. Raw fish? She knew it was popular, it was just that she had never really even thought of trying it. She had to admit that she wasn't very adventurous, with anything really, but especially food.
She carried the tray back to the table and placed it in front of Lauren. She placed the change in Lauren's outstretched hand and took up her position of attendance by her side.
"Sit." Katie obeyed. "No Kitty. You do not cross your legs. You should know this. Legs straight in front, without your knees touching. That's better."
Katie changed her position as Lauren leaned to one side to look under the table and supervise. She doubted anyone could see up her skirt, after all her legs were almost together, her knees only an inch apart but the possibility was there. Her eyes flicked nervously at each passerby, wondering just exactly what could be seen.
Lauren placed the bottle of water in front of Katie and took the coke for herself, taking a swig and enjoying the sensation of the bubbles fizzing against her teeth. Katie's plate soon held two prawn and one egg nagiri and two of the rolls. Lauren had taken more but Katie didn't mind, as if it would have mattered if she had felt differently.
Lauren began eating, devouring almost half her food before giving Katie the command to begin her own meal. Lauren indicated a roll first, then one each of the nagiri. Katie ate dutifully, taking small hesitant bites at first, but quickly discovering that she liked sushi.
"Well Kitty, do you like it?"
"Yes Miss I do, very much," replied Katie with a smile, knowing that her answer would please Lauren.
"Which one did you like the best?"
"The salmon roll Miss."
"I knew it, I could see you enjoying the taste almost as much as your pussycream."
Katie looked down at the table, her cheeks instantly developing two small patches of mottled scarlet. She hadn't even lowered her voice, the teen marvelled. She was sure some of the people at the other tables had heard.
"Drink half your water now Kitty."
Katie reached for the bottle without looking up, knowing that when she drank she would have no choice. As she tilted her head back she glanced at the people around her. None of them were looking her way. Was it because they were disgusted? Katie swallowed mouthful after mouthful until half the bottle had gone. She was almost past the point of being annoyed by having every tiny part of her life controlled, even down to the order in which she ate her food, but something small and unsettling still niggled at the back of her consciousness.
Katie finished her meal as Lauren nattered away about school and music. Katie was only half listening, unable to devote all her attention to the one-sided conversation. So much had happened that morning, she felt so different. She had a straight fringe now but she caught herself once or twice moving to brush the hair back from her face. It was a weird sensation.
"Anything wrong Kitty?"
"No Miss," Katie replied, instantly worried.
"I feel like I am talking to a statue instead of my pretty Kitty."
"Sorry Miss," Katie said, with real remorse. She hadn't realised she was allowed to speak, but she must have missed some unspoken cue. She had disappointed Lauren again. She had to break that habit, and quick, before Lauren had enough and was forced to punish her.
For the rest of the lunch Katie almost forget they were owner and slave. Lauren was so great to talk to, smart and witty and her laughter was infectious. Katie had rarely talked with her other friends like this. It was not until the end of the meal that Katie was reminded of her status.
Lauren reached over and grabbed Katie's bottle of water. She placed it on the edge of the table and leaned over it, her mouth almost touching the rim. Her hair was draped down either side of her face, hiding the bottle from the view of anyone not directly in front. Katie watched in horror as Lauren pursed her lips and sent a long string of saliva into the half-filled bottle. Lauren kept going, the ropey cascade, tinged with brown from the coke, dropping into her bottle. After what felt like five minutes Lauren handed the bottle back, a thick film of bubbly saliva swirling on top of the water.
"Drink up Kitty. We have things to do."
Katie reached gingerly for the bottle, unable to take her eyes off the frothy mass that was settling through the clear liquid of the still untainted spring water. Lauren had spat in her drink. She had just sat there and dribbled string after string of spit into her bottle. And now she was going to drink it. The thought made her gag. She couldn't. She looked at the slimy mess that was slowly coming apart inside the bottle, knowing this was too much.
She couldn't drink someone else's spit. She risked a glance at Lauren. Her owner was sitting there, face blank, maybe the merest hint of a frown. Katie knew she had no choice. If it was a decision between making Lauren angry and swallowing another person's spit, she knew there was no real choice at all. Besides, she told herself, she had licked Lauren's pussy, surely that was worse. Yeah that was no help, she thought. She could just slap herself for thinking of that.
Katie brought the bottle to her lips and tipped the first mouthful of her spit spritzer into her mouth. She gagged, almost spitting the water all over herself but she recovered just in time, swallowing the mouthful reluctantly.
"Kitty, a slave not only reveres the body of her owner but anything that comes from it. I am a little hurt and disappointed by this display. I had thought you had made more progress than this. I guess I shall just have to be a little harder with your training."
Katie could do nothing but swallow and swallow and swallow. She finished the bottle without stopping, her owner's words churning her emotions, spurring deep-seated feelings of inadequacy to the surface.
"If I pee in a glass, Kitty, you will drink it and smack your lips to show me it was the most delicious drink you have ever had."
"Yes Miss."
That was a joke. Katie knew she was joking, she was just making a point. She had been silly to become upset by the spit. It was no different than what was in her own mouth. It was the same, she told herself. It wasn’t.
She had risked upsetting Lauren over that! She could be so fucking stupid sometimes. She was getting a little tired of promising herself to do better, she couldn't imagine how frustrated Lauren must be with her.
"Good girl Kitty, but next time I tell you to eat or drink you obey without pause. I decide what goes in and when and what comes out and when. Got it?"
"Yes Miss," Katie agreed, eager for Lauren to believe her.
"Come Kitty."
Katie hurried after Lauren who was already walking purposefully away from the table. Katie knew where they were headed. She remembered the lingerie store that Lauren had been interested in and she guessed that Lauren would not be buying for herself. It couldn't be too bad, Katie reasoned. At least she might get some more clothes to replace part of her heavily depleted wardrobe.
This time Lauren did not wait outside but instead strode boldly into the store, moving straight to the section devoted to panties. Katie stood mutely by as Lauren browsed, choosing only the smallest, sexiest designs. When she had a handful she took Katie's hand and led her to the change rooms.
"Take these Kitty, and these. You're only allowed to try underwear on over your own panties so wear those. It's especially necessary for you Kitty," Lauren added pointedly. "I'll take your purse, you won't be needing that in there. I think I have chosen your size but you never know Kitty."
Lauren put the pile of panties in one hand and exchanged her small purse for a tiny, weird g-string. Katie entered one of the small change cubicles and shut the door behind her. She was a little surprised that Lauren waited outside, but as Katie hung all the panties on a hook she looked around her, realising that two in the cubicle would have been a very tight squeeze.
She removed her dress and panties, stopping when she caught a glimpse of her freshly denuded pussy in the mirror. She couldn't help but stop. She had guessed what she would look like, using Lauren's smooth sex as a guide. It was not the same, not at all. Her lips were much fuller, plumper, forming a prominent pink mound that had a sheen like satin.
Compared to Lauren she had a fat pussy and she wondered if it was normal. It was so weird to see herself like this, she felt like a little girl again. On Lauren it looked sexy and right, so right. On her, well her breasts were now the only thing that showed she had blossomed into a woman, but right now they did not feel like enough. She felt little, vulnerable, wanting more than anything for someone to look after her.
She unfolded the tiny crumple of material that Lauren had given her to wear. It was the smallest g-string she had ever seen. The crotch was a small triangle of flesh coloured material that would barely cover her sex and the straps were made from a clear plastic. Once she had them on she glanced at herself in the mirror. It appeared as if she wasn't wearing anything at all, which was obviously the whole idea.
Katie selected the first garment Lauren had chosen for her, a small pair of full briefs in a striking red and black stripe pattern. It felt a little strange wearing two pairs of panties but the under-panties, as she had termed them, didn't really feel like much at all. The young girl looked at herself in the mirror. They fit, she guessed. They were really small, barely coming up past the top of her sex, the waistband sitting well below her hipbones. The full brief covered her ass but the pair was a little tight, though the material felt a little stretchy so maybe that was the style.
"Kitty, what are you doing in there?"
"The first pair fits Miss," Katie said through the slats of the closed door.
"I will be the judge of that Kitty, come out here."
Katie glared at herself in the mirror. So that's what I look like when I'm scared. There had only been one other woman in the store when they came in, but that meant nothing. The store could be full of hundreds now, though admittedly she couldn't hear them. Surely she wouldn't be allowed to go out there into the store, wearing only her underwear. The staff wouldn't let her, she would get in trouble for sure.
She couldn't keep Lauren waiting much longer. If she tried to fight it she would get in trouble with her owner and she would be made to do it eventually anyway. She had to get it through her thick skull that whether she wanted to do something or not no longer mattered. Everybody had to do things they didn't want to do right. She just had to think of it like that. Yeah but other girls had to do the dishes or take out the garbage, not eat another girl's pussy or parade around a public place half naked. She was nothing like other girls, not anymore.
Her hand rested on the doorhandle for what felt like an eternity before she edged it open slightly. She poked her head out of the cubicle but could not see Lauren anywhere. The change rooms were at the very back of the store and off to one side but Lauren was not in sight. She edged out further, babystepping her way into the store, craning her neck to spot her owner. It was only when her entire body was out of the safety of her cubicle that she whispered for Lauren.
"Miss," Katie said a little louder, one hand still touching the door, holding on for all the world to her lifeline to safety. Katie almost fainted with relief when Lauren came sauntering in to view.
"I thought you were never coming out Kitty. It was very naughty to keep me waiting."
"Sorry Miss."
Katie's cheeks grew pink as she was chastised openly. Her hands fidgeted nervously in front of her body until she noticed Laurens' frown and shyly moved them to her side. When the frown remained she self-consciously moved her hands behind her back, glancing furtively around the store to see if her humiliation was being witnessed. One of the staff, a middle aged woman, was looking her way inquisitively. Please don't come over, please don't come over, Katie chanted looking away timidly.
"Cute much!" Lauren exclaimed. "Turn around. Oh they are a definite yes. Let's see the others. And Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied anxiously.
"If I have to wait again I just might be on the other side of the shop."
Katie scurried back into her cubicle and removed the panties in one swift motion, hanging them from a spare hook. The next pair were similar in style but they were a delicate pastel pink with the words 'EAT ME' in an elaborate calligraphic font across the front. These were cute but they also screamed 'slut' to the demure teen. She really didn't want to go out into the store wearing these but she had no time to deliberate.
Thankfully Lauren was there when she opened the door. She exited the small stall, twirled for her owner's appreciation and was given another 'yes'. The next two changes went smoothly, one pair meeting with Lauren's approval and the other deemed unsatisfactory. Katie's composure came tumbling down the next time she exited the cubicle. She was modelling a pair of culottes, almost all lace. She really, really didn't want to leave the stall wearing these. When she did, instead of Lauren, a man stared back at her.
Katie froze, dumbfounded. The man, in his late thirties, was as surprised as Katie, but not too stunned to realise what he had been offered. His eyes flicked up and down Katie's soft teenage body, a smile creeping unconsciously across his face. He quickly remembered where he was and who he was with and his attention snapped back to a closed cubicle which no doubt held his wife or girlfriend.
Katie looked frantically for Lauren. She spotted her at the end of the row of changing rooms, looking through small babydoll nighties. When she saw Katie had reappeared, she casually made her way back to the stalls.
"Very nice Kitty. Turn around." Katie turned smoothly, pivoting on the ball of her left foot. Her arms shifted as she twirled, moving from behind her back and flaring out daintily at her sides, her hands bending out horizontally at the wrist. She was the perfect picture of girlish innocence and she did not even realise what she was doing. "I say yes to those."
Lauren noticed the guy sneaking surreptitious glances at Katie as he waited. She smiled, knowing he would cop a ton of crap if he was caught, but she couldn't blame him. Who could resist such a sexy little slut.
Katie closed the door behind her and rested her head against the wall. She pressed her hands against the wall beside her head when she discovered them trembling. Her face burned with the shame and she knew what she would see if she looked in the mirror: her cheeks two blazing vermillion spots. She may as well have been naked out there, she could still feel the hungry eyes scouring her young body.
She had no time, she never had enough time. She quickly stripped the lacey underwear and put the next pair on; a small pair of light blue boy-shorts. These looked incredibly tiny, more like little-girl shorts than anything that could be made for her body. She removed them from the hanger and eased them up her legs. When she pulled them tight up against her crotch, the material stretched to accomodate her curves. The impossibly small garment covered her body like a second skin, barely covering the top of her buttocks and allowing the soft flesh to peek out underneath.
Katie was thankful that Lauren was waiting directly outside her cubicle. The man was still there but as she modelled the new pair of panties for her owner his wife came out of her own stall and glared at Katie. She quickly looked away but the malevolent stare was burned into her memory. She could read every emotion in that short look and they all said the same thing 'slut'. She tried to ignore the feeling and focus on Lauren.
"Q...T...Pie, Kitty. It's so pretty how those ones show off your lips. Look in the big mirror," Lauren ordered.
Katie turned and faced the large full length mirror that covered the wall at the end of the change room corridor. Even from five feet away she could see the seam of the shorts had slipped up between her pussylips, separating and cupping each plump labia. Despite wearing the small g-string underneath, the outline of her entire pussy could be seen as if the panties were merely painted on.
"Not leaving much to the imagination Kitty," Lauren chuckled.
As Katie snuck back into her dressing room she noticed three young girls headed her way. Two of them looked familiar, but they definitely weren't in her grade. She hoped they would be gone, or all changing when she had to model the final pair that Lauren had chosen. She looked at the tiny triangle of material and paled. The last pair was a small, sheer pink thong. Even with the material hanging on the wall she could see through it.
Katie looked at herself in the mirror before she stepped out to gain Lauren's approval for the final time. If she didn't know better she would have sworn she could see her sex through the translucent material. The only thing preventing it was the small triangle of flesh coloured material. This needed to happen quickly. She couldn't be exposed in this for too long, she just couldn't.
Lauren wasn't there. She fucking knew it. She knew it would not end easily. But had she taken too long? Or was Lauren just playing with her. Did it really matter? The result was the same, she would have to go looking for her, wearing almost nothing.
"Jesus!"
Katie spun around to see one of the teenagers, a girl maybe her age, maybe a year older, staring at her. Her stomach tightened and her cheeks became painfully hot. She hurried out to the end of the corridor looking frantically for any sign of Lauren. The words 'little slut' did not get missed as Katie stepped into the main part of the store. If she went much further she was in danger of being seen through the glass windows that fronted of the store. She spotted Lauren in the middle of the shop, browsing through bras, her back turned to the desperate teen.
"Miss," Katie whispered. "Miss," she said louder, growing frantic as Lauren failed to acknowledge her. She could hear giggles and whispers from behind her but she dared not turn to see. There was nothing else she could do, she had to get to Lauren.
Katie looked quickly left to right, then hurried out to her owner. She could be seen by anyone passing by the store now and the fear of being caught by someone she knew was palpable. She was breathing heavily by the time she reached Lauren's side.
"This is the last pair Miss," the young girl mumbled, the panic that was rising inside her, seeping into her voice.
"Yes very nice Kitty. Pink really suits-"
"Excuse me. You can't be out here like that. We have change rooms for a reason."
Katie almost died when the woman spoke. She kept her eyes on the floor, unwilling and unable, to look at her. Her knees trembled as the adrenalin coursed through her. She was ready to run. She wanted nothing more than to get back to the safety of the change room and get back into her dress. She could see other people in the store had stopped to look, her degradation finding an audience. She couldn't leave without Lauren's permission, no matter how much she desired it.
"Don't just stand there Kitty, apologise to the nice lady. Then hurry up, I still want to get to the bookstore, we can't spend the whole day getting stuff for you."
"Sorry Ma'am," Katie mumbled to the indignant woman before running back to the change rooms.
She collapsed into the corner of the cubicle, the humiliation blocking all her other thoughts, sending the young girl into a state of numbed shock. How many people had watched that? How many had seen her parade her young body half-naked through the store. It was a lingerie store but still, you didn't expect to see some slut actually walking around in her underwear. She was so stunned it took her a few moments to realise she was still half-naked and her dress was mere inches away.
She dressed in record time, her dress felt like a shield that would protect her. It was strange how her perspective on clothing had changed. When your life was no longer your own, when your state of undress was controlled by another, no matter the circumstance, being allowed to clothe yourself like a normal person, like a 16 year old girl instead of some horny slut, felt like an amazing privilege.
"Kitty, go and pay for those and thank the staff for being so understanding with you."
Katie took the money and carried the pile of panties to the counter. She had to wait as one of the other young girls purchased a bra. She shuffled nervously as her two friends looked at Katie, studying her.
"You're Katie Thomas right?"
"Y... yes," Katie stammered after quickly discarding silence as an option. The girl looked familiar but Katie could still not place her.
"Told you Tanya, wait till I tell Bobby."
That was it, Bobby Preston. This was his sister, Melinda. Holy shit, she was going to tell Bobby Preston what she had seen. Preston was a bastard, a smarmy little shit that all the girls hated. He thought he was he was some kind of alpha dog but he was really just a pathetic little creep. But now that pathetic little creep would know she was a slut. She quickly searched her brain for some way out, but there was nothing. The girls had turned their back on her once her identity had been confirmed, whispering quietly to each other. Katie could imagine what they were saying. She was sure she could make out the words 'slut' and 'tease' often. They mercifully moved away once their transaction was completed and Katie stepped to the counter with her selection of sexy underwear.
The anxious teenager shuffled demurely as the woman scanned each pair of panties and removed them from the hangers. She had been chatting with the other girls before her but with Katie she remained silent. Katie knew she didn't want to have anything to do with her, and she didn't blame her. Still, it wasn't a nice feeling, and small tears welled in her eyes as she thought about what she had done and what people must have thought of her, but she couldn't blame them, any of them. She would have done exactly the same. That was what made it so hard to bear the humiliation.
She paid and collected the small bag without a word from the attendant but Katie could not leave without thanking the staff. She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to leave and forget she had ever been here. She had been ordered to thank them and they deserved it, she knew.
"Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me Ma'am."
"Just consider yourself lucky I didn't call security."
It was the response she had expected and the words echoed in her brain as she hurried from the store to meet Lauren. No one knew that it wasn't really her doing these things. No one knew she was being forced. She understood though. It didn't look like anyone was controlling her. It just looked like she was a little slut that’s all. It just looked like it. She repeated it over and over as she hurried over to her owner.
Lauren was browsing the science fiction section of the bookstore, picking up a book every now and then and reading the back. Katie stood beside her quietly, waiting to be acknowledged. She glanced furtively around the store looking at the rows of books and the people browsing. She only dared peek as she knew that she needed to be ready in case Lauren wanted her.
It was one of the hardest things to cope with she mused, being ignored as if she was of no consequence - as if she was a piece of furniture. It was one of the hardest things, though with everything that had happened to her, everything she had been forced to do, it wasn't the hardest. It hurt, but in different ways. She could still feel the dull ache from the abuse her buttocks had endured. The emotional pain of being treated like she was nothing would pass, though right now it made her feel terribly small.
She couldn't shake the feeling that she really didn't matter. She knew it was stupid but it was hard to feel anything else when Lauren was standing a foot away, ignoring her as if she was invisible. There were times when she thought Lauren really liked her and then there were times like this.
Katie followed her owner around the bookstore, taking tiny babysteps to keep close as Lauren browsed. She tried to take an interest in what Lauren was selecting but it all looked so foreign. She trailed obediently behind her classmate, following all the way to the counter where Lauren purchased a book with sinuous, curving octopus tentacles on the cover. Her purchase made, she handed the book out absently for Katie to collect. That was her acknowledgement? She took the package sulkily and hastened out of the store.
"Well Kitty, haven't you done well for yourself today? You are spoiled aren't you?"
"Yes Miss, thank you for spoiling me."
"Oh Kitty, aren't you sweet. I promised you a treat didn't I?
"Yes Miss," Katie said excitedly, though a slight cloud of misgiving tinged her hesitant joy.
Would it really be a treat or would it simply be something that Lauren would enjoy, no doubt at her expense. The candy store into which Lauren led her was filled with shelf upon shelf of brightly coloured confectionary. The store was full of people filling their own bags from the myriad containers, scooping out a cornucopia of candy tailored to their taste.
Katie had been in here once before. Her friends had filled their bags with everything they could, while she had stuck to two varieties. She just liked what she liked was all. She didn't think she was boring, though her friends had teased her. Lauren bypassed the multicoloured wall of temptation and chose two lollipops from the counter. She handed them both to Katie while she paid. Lollipops weren't her favourite type of candy but she remembered something her grandma used to say, 'beggars can't be choosers'. She was a slave, so she guessed that was even lower than a beggar. She should be grateful for anything she was given. Lauren seemed keen to change her body shape and from the evidence so far, a strict diet was going to be part of that.
"Unwrap them Kitty," Lauren ordered once they were out of the store. Katie obeyed, struggling to juggle the bags she was carrying and remove the plastic wrapping around the head of each lollipop.
"Mine is watermelon flavoured Kitty. Yours is cherry. The colour goes with the beautiful shade of red of your cheeks," Lauren smiled.
Katie blushed as if on cue, cursing herself as she felt the warmth spread into her face. Lauren laughed softly as Katie obliged her with the exact response she had wanted. Why was she like this? Katie hated that she was so predictable, hated that her body was so out of her control. It was at times like this that it seemed as if Lauren really did have some kind of strange power over her, much more than just telling her what to do.
Lauren took the dark red lollipop from Katie and popped it in her mouth. "Mmm, that cherry is delicious," she said after she pulled it slowly from her mouth, the red candy globe forcing it's way sensuously passed her shining pink lips. Katie took back the glistening lollipop and relinquished the remaining stick to her owner. Katie had quickly caught the petulant look that crept over her face when Lauren tasted her lollipop first, caught it before Lauren saw, or so she hoped.
"You may have your treat Kitty."
"Thank you Miss," replied Katie, wasting no time in getting the shiny red orb into her mouth.
The sugary sweetness was heavenly. She couldn't believe how good it tasted. She didn't eat candy all that often but she had to admit that it was rare for too many days to pass without her having something after dinner, not a lot just something nice and sweet. She knew she couldn't be too wrong in guessing that those days were over. All the more reason to savour the opportunity she was being given now.
"Come Kitty, I need to go."
The moment the words were out of Lauren's mouth, Katie realised that she also needed to pee. She hadn't gone since early that morning and that large bottle of water at lunch was way more than she usually drank. She didn't want to ask, but she knew she had to. It brought home to her just how her life had changed, as if she needed reminding.
"May I pee please Miss," Katie said, endeavouring to be as quiet as she could, her words coming out in a demure hush that sent a thrill through Lauren.
"Have you been a good girl today Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied sincerely, though a little too quick for her own liking.
"I agree Kitty and you have been rewarded," Lauren said, swirling her tongue around her own lollipop. "Tell you what, you have permission to play with your pussy in a stall. When you have a nice little dollop of cream, you come and show me. Then you may pee. How does that sound?"
"Good Miss," the stunned teen replied almost robotically.
Lauren smirked at the obvious lack of enthusiasm in her young charge. She should be grateful and eager to please but Lauren couldn't fault her too deeply. She was at such an early stage in her training that Lauren was constantly amazed at how malleable she had already become. She was still fighting it, still not convinced of her place. She had to be patient. All good things come to those who wait.
The restroom was almost empty as the two teenagers pushed through the inner door. Lauren had chosen the restroom near the boutique clothing stores and it was much nicer, especially when compared to those of the cinema. Katie didn't care about the décor though, her thoughts focused entirely on what she had to do.
The butterflies in her belly had gone hyperactive when she heard a group of girls come in the door behind her. Katie rushed into a stall and closed the door before any of the girls had a chance to see her. She stood in the stall, looking forlornly at the white tiles of the back wall, trying to build up the courage to masturbate in this strange, public place.
She heard movement in the stall next to hers and realised that Lauren was not wasting any time. It spurred her into action. She hung the shopping from a hook on the door, hiked her dress up over her hips and slid her panties off hanging them on the hook as well. She took a deep breath, opened her purse and removed her glass dildo and looked at it for a few seconds. She marvelled at how the thick curved glass distorted whatever was on the other side.
She thought back to when she had first bought it and had watched it slide into her pussy through a small hand mirror, the decadence of it almost making her come then and there. She banished the wanton thoughts and lifted her leg, placing one heeled shoe on top of the toilet.
Katie slid the cool glass shaft along her newly smooth lips, reveling in the feel of the sensation despite her predicament. She tried to block out all other thoughts and focus on what she had to do. The inane chattering of the other girls didn't help but as the bumps along the shaft slipped across her clit, hidden safely behind it's delicate hood, she felt herself moisten.
She dipped the tip inside her, the smallest globe pushing through the silken lips with ease. Katie bit back a moan, desperate to stay silent. Once the initial penetration had been made, the young girl plunged ahead, thrusting the unforgiving shaft with increasing speed. Small, muted moans escaped, in spite of her best efforts to remain silent. Her eyes had closed at the first intrusion into her intimate cleft but when she heard the toilet in Lauren's stall flush they snapped open.
She was wet, yes, but she was nowhere near being able to produce enough cream to satisfy her owner. She wasn't entirely sure how big a 'dollop' was but it was more than the tiny smear of white ooze that had collected in the ridges of the dildo. Katie brought her other hand down and began massaging her clit; small, tender strokes at first but quickly becoming faster and more insistent as her need grew.
She heard Lauren's stall door open and tried not to panic. She took the dildo out of her sex and put it in her mouth, tasting herself, her nostrils filling with the pungent aroma of her musk. She closed her lips around the third bump and speared two fingers into the heat between her legs. She curled her fingers, teasing the delicate folds along the front wall of her vagina, her passion growing with each practiced stroke.
She watched, caught in the moment, as her fingers thrust in and out of her puffy pink lips. Even in her heightened state of arousal she couldn't help but think about how different she looked, how amazing the smoothness of her bared lips felt under her fingers. Katie slid her fingers out and looked at the accumulated cream that coated each one.
It was enough. Was it enough? It had to be. She reached down and scraped the tips of her fingers inside her pussy, the prominent lips, her arousal turning them a dark shade of pink and highly sensitive to her touch. Her fingers came away with even more white slime coating them, a large blob of which sat along the crease of her first knuckle.
Katie took her foot down from toilet and straightened her dress with her left hand. Her right was unusable. How was she supposed to dress and get out to Lauren? First things first. She quickly cleaned the dildo, licking off all trace of her arousal and placing it back in her small purse. It still smelt of her sex and she cringed to think that her purse would now be forever tainted.
It was a frustrating struggle to get her panties back on, inching them up her legs, tugging one side at a time while she held her right hand out, well away from her body not wanting to lose the cream that she needed to show her owner. After what seemed an age her panties were on, not comfortably, turned a little sideways and crumpled, but it was all she could manage. She scooped up the shopping bags and flung back the door.
Katie stopped. She was confronted by a goggle-eyed trio of young girls, much younger than her, 14 at the most. They stared at Katie as if the abominable snowman had just emerged from a stall, juggling three midgets and wearing a tutu. Katie's right hand flew behind her back, attempting to hide her shame. The guilty movement broke the moment and the three young girls dashed from the room, their excited whispers like needles in Katie's ears.
It was only then that she noticed that Lauren was not there. She had taken too long. She had taken too fucking long. She checked the stalls in despair but only one was occupied and a middle aged woman emerged from that moments later, shooting a quizzical look Katie's way. The flustered teen could not meet the eyes of the older woman, keenly aware that from her very posture it was obvious what she had done.
Katie almost ran from the restroom, keeping her right hand by her side, her fingers curled inward to protect the creamy secretions of her cunt. She slowed once she reached the outside, striding purposefully down the small corridor that led to the main thoroughfare of the mall. She brushed passed a handsome guy whose eyes slid up and down her body.
Katie's face almost burst into flame. She looked away, unable to bear the humiliation, convinced that he could see some evidence of her arousal, smell her musk, know the degrading act she had performed in the toilet. When she reached the mall she looked around desperately for Lauren. She couldn't bear this. She was tempted, oh so tempted, to wipe her fingers and accept whatever punishment that was coming.
Somehow she did not. She continued scanning the mall for her owner, shuffling absently sideways, trying to melt into the wall and become inconspicuous. People were staring at her now and she became ever more frantic with each passing moment. Security was going to come any minute and take her away, she was sure of it. The humiliation she felt was a physical pain that constricted her chest, making her breathing ragged.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fucking thank you, she chanted once she had spotted Lauren far down on her left, at least four shops away. The relief brought small salty tears to her eyes and she walked slowly and purposefully towards her, not wanting to attract any more attention, as if that were possible.
"Enjoy yourself did you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie mumbled.
"Well?" Katie held out her hand shyly, keeping it low and unfurling her fingers at the last moment. "What are you showing me Kitty?"
"Ah my... ah my pussy cream Miss," Katie whispered hesitantly.
"Well show me Kitty, don't hide it down there."
Katie lifted her hand slowly until it was breast height between the two girls. Lauren looked at it critically, judging whether Katie had satisfied the strictures of the task. The quivering young girl held her breath, daring a glance around the mall as she waited. A few people looked at the strange tableaux presented by the two teenage girls and she quickly lowered her gaze, desperate not to add to her humiliation by seeing the bright light of clarity behind any of the passing stranger's eyes.
"Well Kitty, I suppose that's a dollop. You may eat it and then we probably should be going."
Katie's eyes widened at what she heard. Going? She needed to pee now more than ever. She had done what she was told. She was sure she had pleased Lauren. It wasn't fair.
"Kitty," Lauren said sharply. Katie popped her fingers into her mouth and began cleaning the thick cream with her tongue. The lollipop still protruded from her mouth, the candied head now shrunk to a nub, barely coating the stick. "You seriously didn't think your request would be granted did you. You made me wait Kitty. Not acceptable. If you can't get something done in an appropriate time, you accept your failure and remember your priorities. Now get moving. Your Dad'll be waiting."
It wasn’t fair. How was she supposed to know? She had half a mind to turn right around and just go. Of course that was just a childish outburst of petulance, she would do nothing of the sort. She would do as she was told though the frustration she felt was making it hard for her to focus on anything else.
She needed to pee, badly, and the more she thought about it the worse it got. It was not only that need that was making her fidget and frustrated. Her arousal remained high, tapering off only slightly after her pleasure-filled foray in the toilet had ended. The combination, all seated in the plump mound between her legs left her breathing shallow and a deep sense of injustice impinging on her thoughts.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. She had never done anything so bad that would warrant this kind of treatment. She didn’t deserve this kind of life. Katie trudged along behind Lauren, her feet landing heavily with each step, her mood manifesting itself in subtle ways that not even she was aware of. At least they were going home. But did that really mean much? She would be alone with Lauren again. She ignored the thrill that pulsed through her at the thought, pushing it deep down, focusing instead on the throb of her bladder and the liquid feel of her panties rubbing across her smooth, cream-slick sex.
She could feel the heat in her cheeks, more from arousal now the humiliation had lessened. She still did not dare to look at the face of any of the passing strangers. She kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to have her fears confirmed. She hoped and prayed she could calm down enough before her father arrived.
|
|
|