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Decent into Beauty: Part 2 By latexslut Chapter 3 Desiree Needmore smiled as she went down the third flight of stairs to the music room; her heels click clacking as she went. Her little plan was going far better than expected. Her husbands tryst with that skank Dianna had gone beautifully and she had got it all on film. What she hadn't expected was his treasure trove of very strange magazines. She had spent all night reading them. Some she found distasteful, a few were offensively degrading to women and that infuriated her. But there were quite a few that made her moist and dreamy about things that her imagination had never really conceived. In a way, Desiree almost felt envious about Henry and his little hobby and how he had never shared it with her. But now he would. Oh yes, indeed he would. As she unlocked and opened the door to the music room, she saw Dianna. She was standing, chained and cuffed against the far wall. Obviously she had been crying, for her heavy mascara had left dark lines down her soft round cheeks. She was wearing the maid's uniform that she wore for work: High spiked heels of four inches at least with ankle straps, her short black maid's dress, the long lace black gloves, and the white pinafore. With her hands chained high, her black stockings and garters showed. Desiree thought Dianna, with her Asian face and pale make up, looked very beautiful. She was envious of her too. Desiree thought: Soon that will be Henry's uniform. Or something like it. Quickly she closed the door as Dianna began to scream. "You bitch, let me out of here! You can't keep me like this!" Six strides brought Desiree across the room and she slapped Dianna, hard. "Quiet," she whispered sensuously. "No one can here you honey, these walls are sound proof." Then she kissed the maid softly on the cheek where she had been slapped and her neck. Dianna didn't struggle. "Why are you doing this to me? Please tell me." "Of course, Ms. Smith, if that's your real name. You do deserve an explanation. But first are you going to be a good girl?" "Yes." "Yes, who?" Desiree asked, glaring. "Yes, Ms. Needmore." "Good girl." Desiree unlocked each arm at a time, recuffing them together, but now at least the skank maid could get some circulation. "Now, sit and relax and spread your legs." She smiled as Dianna did so - she can be such a submissive, Desiree thought, at least to a strong authority figure like me. Dianna wasn't wearing panties - that wasn't part of the uniform Desiree had insisted upon - and exposed her pussy. "What are you going to do?" "Dianna, I promised you a reward for getting Henry to sleep with you, and I'm going to give you an explanation. Are you listening?" "Yes, Ms. Needmore. Are you going to give me my money?" To answer, Desiree produced five crisp $1,000 bills. "All for you, but you can't spend it quite yet. So we'll keep them in a safe place." She then produced a vibrator and began to wrap the bills tightly around it, securing them with tape. "You know, honey, Henry is rich. He must be worth at least five million dollars, probably more - I don't know. And he has old money waiting for him from his old man when the old fart finally croaks." "I thought as much," Dianna said, looking greedily at the bills, but confused at the same time. "Don't interrupt! Anyways, he has a prenuptial agreement with me. If he divorces me, I don't get anything. Well, maybe an allowance, but I want it all. So I have to prove cause, like adultery, which helps make my case. You helped me with that and I am grateful." She kissed Dianna on the mouth, who responded eagerly. "But I found that there's more to it than that." "There is?" "Don't interrupt!" Desiree slapped her, but lightly, playfully. "Yes, I found out that he's really quite kinky, and I think I'm going to blackmail him. Apparently it's an old story, but in this case, I think it will work quite well. Besides, it will be fun - he's been such an asshole to me, a little payback will be good for him. Well, a lot actually. Here." She turned on the money covered vibrator and gently, slowly, lovingly slipped it into Dianna. She was surprised that the maid's vagina was already moist. "Your money will be safe here, as long as you don't get too passionate. Now touch my breasts and kiss me." Dianna's eyes were closed and she leaned forward and hungrily kissed Desiree. Automatically, one of her hands went down and began to move the vibrator back and forth. Desiree finally broke the kiss. 'I don't want to get carried away with this skank right now,' she thought. "So I'm going to have to keep you in hiding, while I lay my plans. It should be about a week before I can break Henry into doing all of my bidding. Do you understand?" But Dianna wasn't listening. In and out, the vibrator went, until she reached a quiet shuddering orgasm. Desiree watched with quiet amusement. She would have liked to have made Dianna the governess somehow, but she was too stupid and short sighted, and there simply was no way that she would have been able to dominate Henry - he would have sweet talked her into taking sides against herself in no time. Fortunately, Chantel had come along and she would do perfectly. Desiree knew that instinctively. She envied Chantel too. Dianna finally opened her eyes, smiling, and then looked down between her legs to see the moist shreds of the money she had just received between her legs and around her pussy. "Oh, no." "It's okay honey, there's more. You just need to do as you're told." "Yes, Ms. Needmore. But what do you want me to do? Do you want me to sleep with him again?" Desiree laughed, as she stood up and began to reattach Dianna's cuffs to the chair. "No honey, those days are over for Henry. You are going to show him how to be a maid. A maid as voluptuous as you are. With help of course. He is, I suppose, going to be the maid's maid." She was still chuckling as she locked the sound proof door behind her. Dianna was already playing with the vibrator again. No, that ditz would never have been able to think of such a perfect little scheme. She was to be the Mistress of the house, Chantel the governess, and ditzy Dianna the insatiable maid. And Henry would serve them all. Chapter 4 Chantel dressed in something more conservative for her first day at work: Blue. A deep blue bustier that forced her breasts out daringly, over which she wore a see through white long sleeved blouse, turquoise leather gloves and spike ankle boots and a sky blue leather short skirt. Her earrings were long and matched her several navy blue necklaces. Chantel believed in wearing all of a color on any given day. Fashion critics would have pounded her, particularly since she matched her make up with her clothes, but she really couldn't give a flying fuck about what the critics might say. She was, after all, her own force. Today it showed in her blueish lipstick, dark rouge and layers of blue eye shadow, mascara and liner. The only exceptions to her rule of color lay in the mixed of black and white; there she mixed them methodically, almost manically. She couldn't really figure out how those colors were supposed to work. She had gone shopping last night, spending freely and extravagantly, using a credit card that Ms. Needmore had given her after doing a credit check. But only for a few items. The rest, she had decided would be more fun to buy with Henry. Today I am going to have so much fun, she thought, that I'm going to come at least ten times. When she clacked into the huge office, Henry was slumped over, snoring restlessly. Chantel reached into her bag of tricks and withdrew a cattle prod, charged it, and zapped him. Henry came awake with a scream, eyes wide and disoriented. 'Wow,' she thought, 'this puppy really works.' "Good morning, Henry. We met, briefly, yesterday." Henry just stood there, looking straight at the cattle prod. After a moment, she saw his eyes look at her boots and slide up her body and finally reach her eyes. "I am your Governess, Henry. Do you understand?" He didn't say anything. 'God, is he stupid or what,' she thought. She zapped him. He screamed again, louder, more alert this time. "I, uh, I understand." "Good. I don't have a name for you yet, so I will call you Henry or maybe Henrietta. You will call me Governess. Do you understand?" Henry looked down. "I understand," he said. "Today, you will look at me when I talk to you. I want to see your eyes, right into your brain. Tomorrow, we will see. In fact, you might call today a free day." "A free day?" She slapped him. 'The zapper really was too cruel,' she thought, 'except maybe in emergencies.' She put it back and brought out a capsule of pills. "I told you to call me governess. Are you stupid?" "No. I mean no Governess. I'm not stupid." "Actually, I think you are. And even if you aren't, I'm going to train you to be. Today is the first day of your training. Here, take three of these. I don't think you got much sleep last night, and I need you alert. At least for today." She answered his inquiring eyes. "It's speed. Just dry swallow them." "Thank you, Governess," he said sarcastically. She slapped him again, hard. "Be respectful, or I'll just leave you here for a few days and you can shit where you stand. Do you understand?" He glared at her defiantly, so Chantel brought out the cattle prod again. He recoiled, but it was too late. She was determined. She zapped him. Once. Twice. She felt a seed of mercy, but it didn't blossom, even as she saw tears roll down his face. Training was training, and disobedience, she knew, was entirely unacceptable. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please stop. Please." She stopped, leaned over and kissed him several times. There was a time for the fist, and a time for the hand. His wife could be the sadist if she chose, and she probably would, Chantel thought, but I am here to train him, have fun, orgasm, and make a boatload of money. "Henry, today is your free day. Today, you can say anything you want, with respect mind you, but I will let you communicate with me. Starting tomorrow, you're vocabulary will be limited to seven words, as follows: Yes. Please. Thank you. Mistress. Master. Governess. Do you understand?" Henry was still crying and shaking, nakedly. He made no objection. He probably doesn't even understand, she thought. "Yes, Governess." "Good girl," Chantel said, unlocking the belt securing him to the wall. Ms. Needmore had given her an extensive set of keys with the credit card the night before. "Now let's get you into a shower to freshen you up, so that we girls can go shopping." She had to correct him when he started towards the master bathroom, telling him that he was to use the guest bathroom from now on, and then only with permission. Showers, bathroom breaks, indeed everything such as food and water, even sleep, was going to be strictly regulated on a reward basis. Good girls get privileges, bad girls don't. "But, Governess, what's happening? I don't understand. All I did was sleep with the maid, once. I mean, I didn't do anything wrong." Chantel made her voice sharp, angry, even though inside she almost agreed with him. "The first thing you need to do is learn remorse. Adultery is the worse sin a man can commit. Worse even than murder." She reached inside her bag of tricks. She didn't trust him to do a decent job of it, and didn't feel like arguing, so she took off her leather gloves, put on a pair of Playtex rubber gloves and began to apply the hair remover herself. She started with his face, then neck, working her way down. "Why did you sleep with the maid, anyways?" Henry eyes were wide with shock. "What are you doing?" Chantel jammed two fingers into his solar plexus, and then held him up by his chin. "It's Governess, you stupid slut!" she hissed, truly angry for the first time. "Do you get it or not?" "Yes, Governess," he groaned. He added. "I'm sorry, Governess." "That's better. Remember and we'll get along just fine. I'm removing all of your hair. My, what a little wiener you have," she said as she reached his cock area. "Does it get hard and big? Was the maid pleased with your little itty bitty?" "Yes, Governess, she was quite passionate and pleased," Henry said, standing a little straighter. She knelt and smoothed the liquid up the crack of his ass and worked on down, methodically, thinking he is going to look so vulnerable once he showers and he didn't even know it. "So why did you sleep with her?" "Governess, she practically forced me too. I fell asleep on the couch, and I woke up to find her half naked, giving me a blowjob. It was the best feeling I've ever felt. And she's so beautiful." "Do you know how to give a blowjob, Henry?" "What, Governess, no way. That's... That's just disgusting." "There. All finished. We'll just wait about ten minutes. Oh, by the way, Henry, when I'm through with you, you'll be the best cocksucker in the world." She zapped him, just for emphasis. "Pussy licker too." Chapter 5 Henry stepped out of the shower feeling more naked and confused than he had ever felt in his life. His sleep had been troubled, with dreams mixed with memories. Of Desiree screaming at him, of Dianna giving making sweet, if unimaginative, love to him, and of the lady in red that he had seen yesterday. She had never looked at him once, but he had been entranced. She was beautiful. Statuesque, strong, her blazing long red hair teased out like a wild mane, he had found that even while they were discussing him as if he were a pimple on the world, he couldn't take his eyes off her back. And her feet, arched so high in those red, red shoes leading to taut tight long legs. He had been vaguely dreaming of her, when he felt a pain that made his bones shudder and want to bite his tongue off and when he opened his eyes, she was there again, only this time in haunting blue. At first, he had been defiant, but it was all show. Henry knew that he was in trouble, though he couldn't really figure out how it had come to be. It was, after all, his mansion and his money. But Desiree had shown him the tape of him and Dianna. He knew, more so even than Desiree, that if his father, the cranky old school buzzard, saw that tape, there would be hell to pay. So he decided to just play along. But the shit had really hit the fan when Desiree had found his stash of long unread kink magazines that he had collected years ago: Comics written by Stanton, pictures of Betty Page, women tied up. Men tied up. Men in women's clothing or baby clothes. Just stuff. But the kind of stuff that could ruin him. His will had started to melt, not so much from the Zapmaster thing, of which he was terrified, but when the lady in blue had kissed him gently on the cheek. Her lips weren't like the cold lips of Desiree, or the thin lips of Dianna. They were somehow, luscious, loving. And her eyes, when she talked, sparkled playfully and looked right into him. And he didn't even know her name. She was his Governess, whatever the hell that was. That was her title, and therefore, it seemed, that was her name. While he had showered and watched his hair slough off, watched his masculinity fall away, Governess had continued talking, her tone, light but commanding, advising him of his future routines. "You will reapply this lotion every Sunday. It's better than Nair by the way. Gets to the roots, kills them over time. Do you understand?" "Your days of wearing men's clothing are over. Do you understand?" "You will never come, nor touch your privates, except with permission. Do you understand?" "You will always wear gloves. Do you understand?" "I will determine what you wear each day. Do you understand?" Henry was puzzled by some of the commands, but of course he said, "Yes, Governess. I understand." He used his most respectful voice. Once he asked her, since she had given him permission to talk, if she would please not use the Zapmaster thing on him. "Henry, I won't, if you're good. We discussed that. I don't like it either. In the wrong hands, it could be cruel, so I won't even tell anyone I have it. You will of course be spanked every morning, but not today. We really don't have the time. Just be good. Do you understand?" Now he stepped out of the shower and dried himself with the towel that she gave him. His skin tingled. The air felt very cool. His wiener looked lonely and small. It had started to stiffen when she had kissed him, and again when she was fondling it while applying the smelly lotion, but now it was sad. The Governess lifted his chin and gave him a kiss. "Be good, and you will be rewarded. Now kiss me back. No tongue, just open your mouth a little." Henry did and felt her tongue explore his, and felt himself melting. He put his arms around her, but she put them back at his sides, and then broke the kiss. "Let's go shopping." Henry saw her reach into her blue bag where she had kept the pills and Zapmaster, and withdraw what looked like some Attends diapers. "Oh, no," he whimpered. I can't wear diapers, he thought, anything but diapers. "Please, Governess, please don't make me wear those." "Why not? Do you want to go out naked? I mean, you have no clothes and I don't think Ms. Desiree wants you wearing hers." Henry heard the sharpness in her voice, but persisted. "Please, Governess. Please. I'll do anything. Anything, but please don't make me wear those. I mean," and his voice became petulant, "I'm not a baby." Governess broke into laughter, eyes twinkling, and he found himself smiling a little. "I'm not," he repeated. "Henry, you really are a baby," Governess said, when she found her voice again. "You're starting all over, as naked as the day you were born, learning a whole new set of rules, skillsets, whatever. And, honey, remember, anything is a very big word, almost as big as everything, both of which you will do, whether you want to or not. But," she paused. "I suppose I could think of something." "Thank you, Governess," Henry said hopefully. The Governess, he thought, was only as cruel as she needed to be. If I please her, maybe everything will be okay. Her heart isn't as mean as she thinks it is. He watched as Governess tugged up her leather skirt and lower her midnight blue panties over her garter belt and stockings. They were satin and shiny. His wiener grew at the sight. "You can wear these instead after you lick me to two orgasms. I don't need them anyways. I usually don't wear panties." She smiled, turned and said, "Follow me." The guest bedroom was huge, but dominated by a king sized bed. Henry watched as Governess lay back on it and spread her legs. She had unzipped and dropped her skirt on the way and Henry was entranced by they way that Governess' hips swayed. God, but she's beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful ass in my entire life. Governess motioned him over. "Kneel. Hands at your sides. Lick me." Henry almost stumbled, forgetting completely about his nakedness. Her pussy was shaved, pouty and moist. She's loving this. I turn her on. She loves me. He put his lips to her and began to lick and nibble. She smacked his head. "Not so hard, and not so fast. I'm not in a fucking hurry, you idiot. Nice and slow." He had wanted to get Governess horny fast so that she would let him fuck her. God, but he wanted to, but now he slowed. "Easy, girl. Lick me slowly, and around, like you're licking ice cream. That's it, nice and slow." Henry lost himself to her. Licking and sucking and kissing. Her scent was overwhelming, like lavender mixed with sex. She must have put some perfume on, he thought. No one can smell this wonderful. His heart smiled as Governess started to buck, and then to moan, and he knew he had found the mark. And then she came, screaming frightfully loud, bumping and humping and Henry had to put his arms around her stockinged legs so he couldn't lose his pace and place. She didn't notice. And her come smelt like lavender. "Stop!" He stopped; panting, his wiener stiff and upright, rigid, and knelt back. He looked at her. Her hands were upon her breasts and her blue painted eyes closed, dreamily. "Would you like me to make love to you, Governess?" She laughed. Then said, "You need more training. That was satisfactory, barely, but for your first time... get my skirt, get dressed. And the answer is no. You don't make love to anyone. Ever. Do you understand?" Henry's heart sank. He had been sure. He was ready. But he got her leather skirt and gave to her . "But Governess, you mean, um..." He trailed off. "When the time comes, you will be made love to. But you are still far to full of yourself. Too selfish. Here's your lesson for the day. Remember it. Giving love is submissive and good. Sharing love is a gift you get. Humping someone is bad. I want you to write that down fifty times a day, starting tomorrow. Do you understand?" "Yes, Governess." It made sense to him, now that she had put it that way. I never saw it that way before. He handed Governess her skirt, and because it seemed like the right thing to do, bowed a little and got the panties. They were tight, and he felt silly pulling them on. But strangely, he didn't feel so embarrassed. He saw his hairless legs and naked private parts. He felt the nylon slide up and for some reason it felt good. Something was very wrong here. He should feel horrible and terrified but there was something about this woman that made him feel safe. "They look good on you," Governess said and then looked at her watch. "My, it's late already. Let's go shopping." Chapter 6 Henry was cold and afraid, though the sun was hot and the sky blue. Governess was driving her red Mercedes 410LS with the top down like a maniac, weaving in and out of traffic. Henry was dressed only in her blue panties. They had almost had an argument about that. "Let's go," she had said, after her coming session was finished and she had put her skirt back on. "What?!? Like this?" He said, forgetting the titular Governess in his surprise. She had not, however, and instantly slapped him. "Of course, like this. No, wait. Get my gloves." "But, Governess, what shall I wear," he asked as he went to get her short blue leather gloves. "I'm practically naked." "That's why we're going shopping, you idiot." "I won't go out like this. I won't," his voice was petulant again. He knew that and inside he knew that arguing was going to hurt, that he was going to get zapped, but he had to try. There simply was no way that he was going to go out, hairless and dressed only in a pair of skimpy blue panties, panties which matched Governess shades of blue perfectly. "We can do this the easy way, Henry, or the hard. Your choice, last chance." "Yes, Governess." "Apologize." "I'm sorry, Governess." "Kiss my feet." He bent over and pecked each one. She kicked him, lightly. "Kiss them like you love them, Henry. Suck my toes, kiss my heels. Jesus, you know what to do, so do it!" He had. He had kissed her toes, each one, and her ankles, and the spiked heel and the arch of her foot, while she stood imperiously silent over him. Finally, she had been satisfied, apparently and started walking down the hall, her heels clacking on the tile floor, and said, "Follow me." Now Governess slowed and turned right into a strip mall. Henry's heart slowed as he saw the sign of the store: Kinks n' Things. "You go first, Henry. I'll be right behind you. Bring your notebook." She had given him a pen, which was tucked behind his ear and a little black book, though he didn't know what it was for. "N-n-no. Please, Governess. Not like this, not like", he trailed off when she gave him a baleful glare. "Yes, Governess." They parked. The pavement was hot on his feet and then he open the swing door and entered the dimmed store. It was cool in here, and he got more goosebumps than he had already had. His eyes darted around like a cornered rat. The store clerk looked at him and burst out laughing. Several of the patrons turned to look, some from raunchy magazines, some from videos they were contemplating renting, some looking at various kinky clothes of lace, leather, latex and chains. They started to laugh too. One man, a hairy fat sweaty thing reached between his crotch, leered and said, "Pretty boy is mine!" Henry stopped dead in his tracks. Oh my god, this can't be happening. Then he remembered Governess saying that he would be the best cocksucker in the universe. Surely not today. Not already. He started to turn, and then Governess strode in. She removed her shades, glared at the clerk, the others, the hairy beast. They quieted, but Henry could still here snickers. "Henry, see the wall there, " she said. He did. It was a wall of vibrators, butt plugs, chains, clips, collars and whips. "Yes, Governess," he whispered. "I can't hear you!" "Yes, Governess." Now there was a crowd of almost fifteen people. Even the manager of the store had come out of his office to stare. "I want you to go pick out the following: Five butt plugs, two chains, a double dildo. Choose a good set of earrings, something decadent, mind you, and a good pair of nipple clamps. Get some weights too." Henry listened aghast. Then he felt his knees folding and he shut his eyes and curled into a ball on the dirty carpet of the store. Please, no, this can't be happening... No. No. No... He felt a jab in his ribs, and then another in his back. Dimly he heard, "Get up, you stupid bitch." He opened his eyes. Everyone was looking at him. Hairy beast was pumping himself through his jeans. He rolled over and looked into the eyes, those beautiful eyes, of his Governess. She was holding out her hand to help him. Shaking, but god was he shaking, he let her help him. Except for the muzak over the cheap stereo, there was dead silence, dead motionless. "Yes, Governess." The clerk smirked, and then grimaced as Governess shot him a glare. "We are your customers. Respect it." He tottered over to the wall of devices. He grabbed the smallest plug he could find, then the second smallest. Searching, he found another of the same size, and then another just slightly larger, but with a red color instead of skin tone. And the last was about an inch wide and five inches long, the fifth smallest he could find. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he did this, but he couldn't turn to face them. He slid left and picked out the smallest two-sided dildo, found a pair of baby clamps that looked benign, saw a pair of chains and grabbed two. His heart was pounding. He was crying, he found. His arms were full, but now, he would have to turn around. He looked down. He watched his feet carry him over towards the check out counter. Someone said, "Whoa, awesome." He set all the items down on the counter. Governess said, "Look at me." Slowly, he raised his eyes, hoping to see some compassion. Instead, he found fury. "Do you think that this crap is really worth anything! This won't train you to be a sexhound slut. Jesus." Governess swiped everything off the counter. The clerk said, "Hey, lady!" She grabbed him by the arm and led him back to the wall. "Here. This plug, and this one and this one and this one." Henry almost fainted. They were large and fat and not at all pleasant looking. One of them had little rubber spikes. Governess handed him one: it was about one and a half inches fat and five inches long, made of a soft red jello substance. She turned, grabbed a liter of lubricant. "Beg me for this." "Gov, gov..." he lost his voice. He felt ready to vomit. Everyone was looking at him! Somewhere he thought, I'm a millionaire. This can't, can't, can't be happening. But it was. "Please, Governess, may I have some slippery stuff." He fell to his knees and began kissing her feet, lapping at them, like a dog. "Good girl. Stand." This time when Henry found Governess eyes smiling lightly. "Th- thank you, Governess." "Now go ask the man if you can use his restroom." "N-now? Governess?" "Right now." Henry fell into confusion. He had to obey, he knew that. Governess still had with her the bag of tricks, and he didn't even know what all was in there. But he knew there was the Zapmaster. He didn't want to disappoint her, though that was distant on his mind. And everyone was watching him! It wasn't fair, and he felt another tear roll from his eye. But he stumbled forward. "Mister Clerk person. May I use your restroom?" The clerk, a dark lean man with dead eyes, looked at him, then glanced away towards the lady in blue. He reached up and caught the credit card she had deftly thrown, smiled, and said, "Sure," giving Henry the keys. "Make sure it's nice and tight now," he said, before doubling over in laughter. It broke the tension. Everyone laughed. "Sissy", "Faggot", "Shitlover", echoed after him as he stumbled to the bathroom with the plug and lubricant in hand. "Leave the door open, Henry," Governess said as he passed. "I want to make sure." To be continued.