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The Green Room By Ken Meredith Andrea Thomas awoke from a peaceful slumber at the sound of Madonna's Vogue emanating from her clock radio. It was 7:00 am, and she felt like getting just 15 minutes more sleep. She knew that she had to get up though, as she would be late for work, if she didn't. This was one day for which she did not want to be late. Andrea was a producer for the Sam Deacon show, one of the most popular daytime talk shows in the country. Some of her friends derided her for having such a lowbrow job, as she had graduated at the top of her class from Syracuse University with a Master's in communication. Sometimes she felt like she was too good for such a "demeaning" position. This feeling faded when she cashed her lucrative paychecks. She was only 25 years old and yet was pulling down $75,000 a year. Besides she got to live in New York City where the show was taped. This opposed to some of her friends who were working in such exotic locales as Tulsa, Boise, and Fresno, barely making $30,000 employed by some tiny affiliate. She rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. Today's topic was one of her favorites. Thus was the reason for her not wanting to be late. The topic was domineering husbands. The reasons why she enjoyed this topic so much were twofold. One, the ratings were always high, as the audience wanted to see these chauvinistic jerks get their comeuppance. The second reason was far more personal to Andrea. She grew up in a household controlled by her father. He wouldn't allow her mother to use the phone or go shopping without his permission. She could remember her mother's faced constantly being bruised and puffy from the beatings her father would administer as "punishment" if any of his rules were broken. Andrea was the oldest of three kids and received plenty of beatings, also, along with her brother and sister. When Andrea turned 18 she snuck her 12-year-old brother and 10-year-old sister out of the house, while her father was passed out drunk one night. She worked two jobs to afford a run-down apartment and some meager food for her siblings. It wasn't the best of circumstances, but at least their father could never hurt them again. She felt bad about leaving her mother in that situation, but her mother had made the choice of staying with that monster. Andrea had tears in her eyes as she recounted this painful part of her life, but she had grown stronger as a result of it. She had vowed that she would do everything in her power to help people in similar situations not be victimized by these assholes any more. She worked out for two hours everyday, and was an incredible physical specimen. Even though she was only 5'3", she carried almost 140 lbs on her petite frame. She was not at all fat though; her body was muscular but still feminine. She had also familiarized herself with over 20 different kinds of deadly martial arts, including Karate, Judo, Taekwondo, and the Indonesian Silat. She was also an expert at boxing, wrestling, and other forms of hand-to- hand combat. She felt confident that she could whip anyone's ass, man or woman. She got out of the shower and put on her make-up. She decided to wear her red blouse with a black leather micro- mini skirt that barely covered her thong underwear, and a pair of stiletto heels. Her outfit never failed to make almost every man she saw drool with lust. That was good because that was her desired response. She grabbed her keys and her purse, and went down to the lobby in her apartment building. She cooed hello to the doorman, Larry. She laughed silently to herself, as he stammered, "H-h-h- hello, Ms Thompson. Have a nice day!" She wondered if the old coot was cumming just from looking at her ass as she walked away. She normally took the subway to work, but wanted to get to work quickly, so she hailed a cab. Her outfit also had the desired effect on the cab driver. She noticed the cab driver kept peeking at her in his rearview mirror. She made small talk with the driver during the 20-minute ride to work, but she was distracted by her upcoming day at work. When they arrived at the studio, she gave him a generous tip, and went in to work. She could feel all of the male's eyes watch her backside as she glided through the office. It was 9:00 am when she arrived in her office. The guests of the show would arrive in about an hour, for make-up and to meet with the producers to go over any last-minute questions. The taping would start about 11:00. She checked her e-mail and any phone messages. Most of the messages were from people who had called the 800 number to be guests on the show. She spent the rest of the morning calling the 100 or so people who thought their lives were interesting enough to be on a talk show. Most of them were deadly dull, though, and that was the part of the job she hated most. It became very tedious to sift through all of the calls, and find the 5% that were interesting enough to appear on the show. At 10:00 Andrea left her office and picked up a tray with various muffins and pastries to bring in the green room for the guests of the show. Usually, the interns performed this menial task, but today Andrea wanted to do it. She made sure to bend over teasingly as she set the tray down. She wanted to hear how the macho jerks would react. She was angered by the wolf whistles and catcalls, but that was the reaction she was trying to get. One of them sneered, "Now, that's what a bitch is good for! Serving food!" The other men laughed heartily. The women just sat stone- faced. One of the things that Andrea had first noticed about the women is that they all had depressingly dejected looks on their faces; like that they were already defeated. That was one look that Andrea never got used to seeing. She turned around and glared at the man who made the bitch comment. Like all the guests he was wearing a sticker with his name written in black magic marker. His nametag read Steve; his wife's read Kelly. Andrea knew at moment that she had to teach this Neanderthal some much need manners, more than any other cretin in the room. She knew that she had to do Kelly's pre-interview first. The other four producers came into the room, and Andrea welcomed the guests to the show. She explained that before the taping that all the guests would have to do a pre-interview with one of the producers. Andrea took Kelly into her office, and shut the door. Kelly looked around nervously, and mumbled something about Andrea having a nice office. Andrea was heartbroken at how beaten- down she looked and acted. Andrea sat at her desk, and calmly, began, "Kelly, first off let me say Thank You so much for appearing on the Sam Deacon Show. I know you are nervous, as it is not easy to expose your life on national television. I would also like to say that our goal is not to exploit our guests like some talk shows. We are trying to help our guests cope with the problems of their daily lives, by talking about them with a compassionate, impartial observer such as Sam Deacon. Also I would like to say that I empathize with the hardships of your situation, as I grew up in a household with a domineering father. "Now, before I begin, I want to understand that you can speak freely in here. I want to know how you honestly feel about how Steve treats you. Do you have any questions so far, Kelly?" Kelly meekly shook her head. Andrea asked Kelly questions, but became frustrated when she would only give one or two word answers. "Yes, Ma'am" or "No, Ma'am" were all the answers Kelly would give. Andrea sighed heavily, and spoke softly, "Kelly, if I could make a proposition to you, that if you give me 30 days with your husband that he would never hurt you or your kids anymore, would you agree to that?" Kelly looked confused, and didn't say anything for a few seconds, but then her voice barely above a whisper, spoke, "I don't think he can change, Andrea, but I don't like the way he treats my kids. I am willing to try anything to protect my kids from him. I don't even care about myself anymore!" Kelly began sobbing uncontrollably. Andrea rushed over to her with a box of tissues, and embraced her. Andrea tearfully spoke, "Honey, I promise you that he will never ever hurt you or your kids again. In fact, I think you will like his new attitude a lot better than his current one." Andrea let Kelly take a few minutes to dry her tears and collect herself before they went to the make-up room. When the other guests joined them in the make-up room, Sam Deacon came in the room to meet all of his guests, as he did for every show. The guests were star-struck and were nervous to meet someone that they saw on TV every day. Sam gave autographed 8x10 glossy photographs to all of his guests. Sam then gave the guests his standard spiel; the one he had given to all his guests since the show began all those years ago. "First, of all, let me say 'Thank You' for appearing on my show. I owe all of my success to real people like you who are courageous enough to appear on national television to discuss their problems with me. So again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. The second thing, I would like to say, I know all of you are nervous. That is perfectly understandable; I have been on television for over 15 years and still get nervous every time that red light goes on!" He paused for a few seconds to allow for the nervous titters that he knew were coming, before resuming, "No, but seriously, just be yourselves, and you will be fine. I have to go get ready for the show. I will see you out there. Again, thank you for appearing on my show." The guests applauded as he left the room. He met Andrea in the hallway, and derisively snorted, "Never fails to impress the fucking rubes! I am a fucking God in the trailer parks!" Andrea had learned a long time ago that Sam Deacon, was pretentious, phony, egotistical, and just an all-around nasty son-of-a-bitch. This was a far cry from his on-air persona of a warm, caring, funny, and empathetic listener. Andrea nodded, not really listening to his rant, as she had taught herself to tune him out unless he was giving her instructions on the show. He took a sip of the expensive bottled water that stocked the refrigerator in his office. He sighed, "What is the topic on today's show, Andrea? I hope to Christ it isn't housewife makeovers or amazing survival stories again." Andrea told him it was domineering husbands. Deacon flew into a rage, "Goddamn it! Every fucking week we do that topic! Next week, I want some topics that we have never fucking done before! Shit! Why do I have to put up with this incompetence?" Andrea ignored him as he complained about the topic every day and asked for new topics next week. She knew that he didn't really mean it, as his ratings were always sky-high every time they did this topic, no matter how many times they did it. Andrea was the only producer that knew how to handle Deacon. She had seen numerous producers run out of his office crying never to be heard from again. Andrea knew to just ignore him when he got into his blowhard mode. Deacon grabbed his suit coat and they made their way to the studio for the taping. Deacon shook hands with some of the audience members as he walked into the studio. They were just as star struck as the guests. His theme music hit and he started the opening of the show, "Hello, and Welcome to the Sam Deacon Show." The audience erupted into wild cheers and applause. Deacon resumed, "Thank You. Today's topic is husbands who are so controlling of their wives that they won't even let them go to the store or use the telephone without their permission." The audience jeered and booed heartily. "Our first guests came all the way here from Oklahoma to tell their story. Please welcome Steve and Kelly Sanders." Steve came out first and was greeted with a cacophony of boos, hisses, and jeers. Kelly meekly walked a few steps behind him. Steve got up and taunted the crowd, "F--- You! You don't know me! You're just jealous! You know all you bitches want me!" He then gave the crowd the finger with both hands, and then grabbed his crotch. Deacon laughed, and quipped, "Now that we've got all the pleasantries out of the way, Welcome to the show! Let's start with you Kelly. What are some of the ways Steve mistreats you?" Kelly hesitatingly began to speak, but was interrupted by Steve, "She ain't mistreated at all. I am the man and she has to follow my orders at all times. If she don't, then yeah, she gets punished." This comment was greeted with more boos from the crowd, followed by more posturing from Steve. Deacon calmed the crowd, and then asked, "Is it true that you don't allow her to go shopping or use the telephone without your permission?" Steve grinned, and said, "Damn right! If she goes out alone in public I know she will sleep around on me, because that is what all dirty slut bitches do. My dick should be enough to satisfy her, but it ain't. F---ing whore!" Deacon looked on in disbelief and said; "Now this question is for KELLY, not you Steve. How does it make you feel when he talks that way about you?" Kelly spoke softly, "Well, I never slept around on him, and would never. I love him." This was greeted with howls of disbelief from the audience. Deacon switched to his 'caring' voice, "Kelly, why do you put up with this kind of stuff? I mean, why do you allow him to walk all over you like that?" Kelly looked at Steve, who nodded, before she began speaking, "I love him, and besides the fact I have kids to think about. Plus, I am worthless as a human being and am lucky that Steve is the only man who would want me around! I am very fortunate to have such a wonderful man." The audience was too shocked and saddened to respond. Deacon was too, and about 10 seconds of dead air elapsed before he finally stammered, "We'll be right back after these messages. When we come back I will let our studio audience ask some questions." Andrea wiped tears away from her face, and saw members of the studio audience do the same. Her tears were not only sympathetic to Kelly but also angry at Steve. She could not wait to teach him a lesson he would never forget. The music hit again, and Deacon was standing in the middle of the studio audience, and spoke, "Welcome back, Today we are talking with Kelly and Steve. Kelly just dropped a bombshell that broke our hearts. She revealed that Steve has broken down her spirit so much that she feels fortunate to be with him, even though he is so abusive to her. Let's get some reaction from our audience." Deacon walked up to a large black woman, and asked her how she felt about Kelly and Steve's situation. She got up and said, "First, of all honey, you are very pretty, and you have it all backwards. That jerk is the one that is lucky to have you. Take your kids and leave his sorry ass!" The audience erupted in wild cheers and applause. Steve just sneered on stage. Sam took the microphone to another audience member, this one a tall skinny college age kid who spoke, "My comment is for Kelly. This guy is a jerk, and it pisses me off how badly he is treating you. Do your father or brothers know how badly he is abusing you? Because if it were my sister, I would drop the guy like third period French." The audience hooted and hollered. Steve stood up and snarled, "Come on, boy! Get your skinny ass up here then, punk! You better bring a sack lunch though, because it will take all day to whip my ass, bitch!" Security held the two apart, but they continued their verbal sparring. This went on an on, the audience expressing sympathy for Kelly, contempt for Steve. One female audience member stood up and said, "This question is for Steve. How do you walk with your knuckles dragging the ground like that?" The audience erupted in hoots and laughter. Steve sat there stone-faced as the insult went way over his head. Kelly just smiled slightly. Deacon finally ended the segment after a few more jibes from the audience. Steve and Kelly went backstage, where Andrea met them. "Great job guys! You guys were terrific!" gushed Andrea. She knew that she would not have another chance to ensnare Steve in her trap, and asked to speak to Steve alone for just a second in her office. He did not hesitate to follow Andrea. Andrea smiled to herself as she felt Steve check out her ass on the way to her office. Andrea opened the door and motioned for Steve to have a seat. She locked her office door, and sat on the corner of her desk. Her legs were crossed just enough for Steve to catch a glimpse of her panties. She let down her hair in a very seductive manner, and started playing with her red pumps with the tips of her toes. She breathlessly cooed, "I just wanted you to know that I was very impressed by your segment. I love a man who knows what he wants, and isn't afraid to do anything to get it. I think macho men are the sexiest." Andrea was nearly sick at her stomach to say such words to a repulsive figure like Steve, but knew what this type of man liked to hear. Her body gave an involuntary shudder. Steve either didn't notice it, or more likely, mistook it for a shudder of lust. He grunted, "Baby, You are one hot piece of ass! I like that you appreciate a strong man. How's about you and I go back to my hotel, and I rock your world, sweetie!" Andrea giggled like a schoolgirl, and responded, "Well, loverboy, that sounds like a lot of fun, but why don't we go back to my place instead. Besides what about Kelly?" Steve snorted in derision, "In case you haven't noticed, I have that bitch pretty much in check. She knows I sleep around. It is my right as a husband to fuck anyone I please. And, pretty lady, I would really like to take you up on your offer to go back to your place, and fuck your brains out." Andrea was disgusted, but moaned like a cheap slut, "Mmmmm... Sounds good! Let me grab my purse, and we will hail a cab to my apartment." Steve told Kelly that he was going out for drinks with Andrea. Kelly acted shocked and hurt, but knew this was part of the set-up that Andrea told him about. Andrea and Steve got in the cab, and Andrea brushed her hand against his dick. She could feel that it was already hard. She gasped in mock delight, "Oooh! It is so nice to feel a real dick, not like these small dicked little boys here in the city." Steve laughed heartily, "Yeah, they feed us pretty well in the country!" Andrea could not wait for the cab ride to end so she could stop stroking this moron's ego, and begin his training. As the cab pulled up in front of her apartment building, she gave the driver a fifty and told him to keep the change. Larry was still on duty, but they ignored him as they raced to the elevator to her apartment. Andrea fumbled for her keys and unlocked her apartment door. As they entered, Andrea locked the door behind them. Steve embraced her and started kissing her. After a few seconds, she kneed him in the balls as hard as she could. He grunted and collapsed because of the unbelievable agony. His voice barely above a whisper, he asked, "What the fuck is wrong with you bitch?" Andrea chuckled, "Well, I am afraid I brought you here under false pretenses. I don't find you attractive at all. In fact you are the most repulsive man I have ever had the misfortune of meeting in my entire lifetime. My purpose in bringing you here is to make sure that you atone for the horrible way you have treated Kelly, and also to make sure that you never harm her again. In the next thirty days you will learn what it is like to be completely beaten down, emotionally, physically, and mentally. First, I am going to give you the beating of your life. Any questions, my pet?" Steve stumbled to his feet, and growled, "You fucking bitch! I will kick your ass from here to Chicago and back! When I get done with you, I am gonna take you back to Oklahoma, so I will have two bitches." He then charged at her like a deranged rhino. She easily sidestepped him like a matador, and grabbed him by the arm, and used her leg to sweep him off his feet. He groaned in pain, as Andrea stood over his prone body and laughed, "Anyway, like I was saying, I am going to beat you worse than you have ever been beaten before. I want every square inch of your body to be in excruciating, mind- numbing pain. You can stop me at any time, by begging to be my bitch. However, if I feel you are not sincere, the beating will continue. Feel free to try and fight back at any time, as I actually prefer a challenge. Now, let's start round one!" with that she grabbed Steve by the hair and began pummeling his face with blow after blow. The first blow struck him directly in the nose, sending blood splattering everywhere. She hit his nose again just to make sure it was broken. Then she turned her attention to his eyes, raining punishing blows on each on of them until they were almost swollen shut. They would be bright purple in just a matter of hours. After her canvas was bruised and battered to the right palate of colors she desired, she turned her attention to his mouth. She delivered a powerful uppercut to his jaw. She heard the satisfying crunch, letting her know that he would be drinking his meals through a straw for a little while. His lip was soon just as puffy and bruised as the rest of his face. Steve actually spit up a couple of teeth along with the blood that was gushing from his mouth. Andrea released her grip on his hair, and got up. Steve was in so much agony that he could not even scream; he was relegated to whimpering like a little puppy. Andrea laughed and calmly lit a cigarette. "I need to rest a little while, sweetie. Whipping your sorry ass is quite a work out! But don't worry; I have enough stamina to continue all night long, even if you don't! I know that your body wants to quit and just agree to become my bitch, but your male ego won't let you, now will it, dear?" For his part, Steve was simply stunned for a number of reasons. First, that she had read his mind. He did want to quit so badly, but pride would not allow him to. Second, he was amazed that this petite woman could inflict so much pain on his burly 250 lb. Frame. He had never felt so much pain in his entire life, and he had once been shot in a hunting accident. He knew he had to fight through the pain, and do something or this crazy cunt might actually follow through on her threat to make him her bitch. He could barely see with his eyes swollen as they were, plus blood and sweat were trickling into his eye sockets. He got up on one knee and tried to reach for a table to pull himself up. Andrea snubbed out her cigarette, and looked at him with derision. "Oh, I see you are ready for more, honey. Well, come and get some then, bitch!" Steve tried to shake loose the cobwebs, and yelled, "YOU FUCKING CUNT! IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!" He turned and started purposely walking toward her, running only on pure adrenaline. Steve had been in his share of bar fights (not surprisingly due to his abrasive personality) and certainly could handle himself in a fight. He had learned from his previous encounter with her, and did not charge at her. He put up his fists fully intending to kill her. He threw a wild haymaker, and Andrea just ducked out the way at the last possible second. His fist hit the wall; unfortunately for him it hit the stud. He yelled in pain, as he looked at his surely broken hand. Andrea took the opportunity to give him a powerful kick to his ribs. He immediately sunk to one knee, unable to breathe for a few seconds. He knew at least 3 or 4 ribs on the left side of his body were broken, or at least severely bruised. He didn't have time to concentrate on the soreness in his ribs though, as he felt a sledgehammer-like blow to his stomach. Then another. Then another. He collapsed on the ground and curled up into a fetal position. This was not voluntary, but his body's natural survival instinct to protect itself from further harm. He was about to pass out from the pain, when the right side of his body erupted in the same fire that he had felt on the left side when Andrea had broken his ribs. He felt pain in so many parts of his body that it all melded together in one big blur of agony. He was crying like a little girl, and was just about to give up when his balls erupted in searing pain again. He could only tell what section of his body was being attacked, by the fresh pain he felt. Steve had had enough, and blubbered as contritely as he knew how, "I am sorry for mistreating Kelly like I did. I have learned my lesson and will never abuse her again. Please, just don't beat me anymore! I can't take anymore! I will do anything you ask! Just please don't beat me anymore! I am begging you, Please, I will do anything you ask!" Andrea looked at him with pity, and shook her head. "Goddamn, you really are pathetic! We have only been at it for an hour, and you are willing to give up your manhood just like that! Okay, have it your way then. First, you will address me as Mistress or Mistress Andrea. You however cannot be addressed as Steve, as that is a male name. I think Stephanie is a perfect name for a little bitch like yourself. Now, I will give you a test of your listening skills. I want you to strip off all of your clothes, in less than a minute. While you are doing that, I will ask you a couple of questions. You better get them right, or so help me God, I will give you a beating that will make the one I just gave seem like a paper cut! Your time starts, now, bitch!" Stephanie took off his clothes as fast as possible, a task made ever difficult by the soreness of his body. "What is my name, bitch?" Stephanie stammered, "M-mistress Andrea." "Very good, bitch. Now what is your name?" He stammered again, "Stev- er I mean Stephanie, Mistress." Andrea chuckled slightly, "That would have been a costly mistake, my dear. Now get those fucking clothes off right now, I don't care if you have to rip them off. You have 20 seconds left, bitch!" Stephanie hurriedly ripped off his male clothes. He was completely naked, with only seconds to spare. Andrea looked at him, and admired her handiwork. "Get down on your knees, bitch, now! I have a present for you." Stephanie hastily dropped down to her knees. Andrea grabbed a pink leather dog collar from her bedroom. She was also carrying a remote control type device. She put the collar around his neck, and explained what purpose the collar served. "This collar has an electric shock device built into it, Stephanie. Now, there will be some times that you feel the urge to try and escape. In fact, you are free to walk out that door right now. Go ahead and try it." Stephanie hesitatingly got up. He should have known that it was a trap, but was in so much pain that he wasn't thinking straight. He ran to the door, and as soon as he opened the door, his body was jolted by an electric shock. He yelped in pain. Andrea laughed, "Poor, stupid bitch! Okay, there are sensors around the door and every window. If you try to escape, you will receive an electric shock. You will keep your collar on at all times. If you try to remove it, you will be shocked also. Don't worry it is completely waterproof for showers or even bubble baths. Also it has ten levels, you have just felt level one. Every time you fuck up, or just plain piss me off, it will increase one level. You had better hope your bitch ass doesn't get to level ten, because then you can kiss your ass goodbye. Just nod if you understand, dearie." Stephanie barely moved her head, as he was so weak from the torture he had already received. "Now, bitch, it is time for your transformation into my slut. Crawl to the bathroom, my little Stephanie." His body was in so much agony, that even this simple task was almost impossible. Andrea gave him several swats to his exposed ass with her riding crop, when he went slower than she wanted. When they finally arrived at the bathroom, Andrea told him step in the shower. He had almost every bodily fluid on his body, and was filthy. He was so exhausted and in so much pain that he had to brace himself against the shower wall to keep him from falling down. Andrea turned on the warm water, and almost instantly, the caked blood, shit, piss, sweat, and tears cascaded down his body and into the shower drain below. The massage head on the shower actually felt good on his tired and sore muscles. Andrea let him stay in the shower for a few minutes longer than she had planned. After he had washed his hair and scrubbed the rest of his body, Andrea abruptly shut off the water. She threw Stephanie a bottle of hair remover and told him to remove all of his hair from the neck down. He looked at her quizzically, as he had never used a depilatory before. Andrea rolled her eyes, and sighed, "You rub the stuff all over your body, and leave it on for a few minutes. Then you take a washcloth and wipe all of the hair off. By the way, this stuff stinks to high heaven, but it is better than the alternative of waxing. Do it now, bitch, before we try out level two on your collar!" Stephanie hastily removed the cap from the bottle, and nearly gagged at the overpowering smell. He rubbed the noxious cream all over his arms, armpits, chest, stomach, genital region, and all over his legs. Andrea laughed as she watched him writhe in pain, when a rash broke out in his armpits and on his balls. She knew this would happen, and did not tell him about it, just because it never failed to amuse her when one of her conquests learned this rather painful and embarrassing lesson. Andrea was laughing so hard, that tears were in her eyes. She chuckled, "Sorry, girl, that was mean of me. I should have told you not to put that stuff on your balls or in your armpits. Oops, my bad! By the way, I will not refer to you in the masculine sense anymore, because you are no longer a man. You are nothing more than a little sissy bitch. You don't have a dick anymore. You have a clitty. You don't have an asshole anymore, either. You have a pussy. Do you understand, Stephanie?" Stephanie meekly spoke, "Yes, Mistress. I am your bitch, and will do any thing you ask, without question." Stephanie was amazed at how feminine and skinny her legs looked without the thick covering of hair. Her clitty looked even more pathetic naked as it was. She dried herself off and Andrea threw her a pair of pink satin panties along with a matching bra. Andrea told her to put them on. Stephanie was amazed at how soft the panties felt against her hairless clit. Despite the torture to her genitals earlier, she was semi-hard just from the feel of the panties. She had trouble putting the bra on. Andrea snickered, "Now, bitch, why is it that you sissies have no problem unsnapping a girl's bra when you want to get laid, but you can't put on one yourselves." Stephanie blushed, and meekly spoke, "I am sorry, Mistress. I am just so tired that I can't even think straight." Andrea helped her snap the bra in place. The next step in the transformation was to paint Stephanie's toenails bright red. "Stephanie, do you know why I painted your toenails red?" After not receiving a response in a few seconds, she continued, "That's okay, that you don't know, honey. Your toenails are red because all whores have red toenails. Now don't your toenails look pretty?" "Yes, Mistress. Thank you for making me look pretty." Andrea attached a leash to Stephanie's collar, and led her to the guest bedroom. When they arrived at the guest bedroom, Andrea opened the door. Stephanie was stunned to find the girliest room she had ever seen. The walls were painted pink, with little fairy princess trim. There were posters of Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, Barbie, and other assorted girly characters hung all over the room. There were even some posters of the latest boy band du jour with their shirts off brooding into the camera. The bed was a canopy bed made of pink wrought iron covered with stuffed animals and about twenty pillows. The dresser and the night tables beside the bed were also painted pink. The lamps were shaped like unicorns, also pink of course. On the ceiling was painted a mural with rainbows and clouds. Stephanie normally would have mortified to be in such a girly room, but was so exhausted, that he didn't care where he slept tonight. Andrea asked him, "Stephanie, what do you think of your home for the next month? It's very pretty isn't it?" Stephanie thought the room was more appropriate for a ten year old girl, than a thirty-three year old man, but dared not say that to her, knowing that the consequences would be dire. "Yes, Mistress. It is very pretty. Thank you for allowing me to stay in such a pretty room. Mistress, what do you want me to sleep in?" Andrea led her to the dresser, and opened the top drawer. Inside were several nighties in assorted sizes and colors. Andrea took out a pink Barbie nightie, which she felt would fit Stephanie. Stephanie hesitated before putting on the nightie. Jesus, just 24 hours ago, he and Kelly had flown into New York for the show. Last night he had fucked Kelly in the ass and pulled out just so he could come in her hair, instead. Now here he was, putting on a Barbie nightie, after suffering the worst beating of his life, at the hands of a woman whom he outweighed by a hundred pounds. Stephanie was led to the bed by his leash. Andrea pulled back the covers and Stephanie saw that the sheets were even pink. He just wanted to crawl into bed, and sleep for a very long time. Andrea tucked him in, and spoke softly, "Goodnight, my pet. Sleep well, for tomorrow, your training begins officially." She kissed Stephanie on the forehead, and turned toward the door. Andrea could hear Stephanie weeping softly as she turned off the light. During the next thirty days, Andrea was true to her words. She turned Steve from an asshole who had no respect for his wife Kelly as a person into a simpering little bitch named Stephanie who could not wait to get home so he could serve everyone of his wife's needs. The month was pure hell for Stephanie. She had sucked off countless men and eaten tons of pussy in thirty days. Men and women alike had also fucked her in her pussy. She actually began to enjoy the taste of cum after a while. Andrea had also trained Stephanie to drink her piss like it was wine. This was on top of all the domestic chores that Andrea had trained her to perform so well. Her long hair was permed in a very feminine hairstyle. She kept her long fake fingernails. On the day she was supposed to go back to Oklahoma, Andrea gave her a special gift. It was a plaque inscribed with these words: Stephanie, I am so very proud of you. You have come a long way from the first day I met you. I know some of my lessons were harsher than you would have liked, but you were so pig-headed. That is the only way you would have learned. Anyway, I commend you for being a graduate of the Andrea Thompson School of Behavior Modification. With Admiration, Mistress Andrea. Stephanie embraced, Mistress Andrea, and cried, "Thank you so much, Mistress. You have taught me the error of my ways. I will be the best husband to Kelly that I can. I am so fortunate to have her, Mistress." Andrea told her to call anytime, and that she would be checking up on their progress. She helped Stephanie put her bags in the trunk of the cab, and gave the driver money to take her to the airport. Stephanie received more than a few strange looks from passersby who were laughing at her hair and fingernails. At first she was embarrassed, but then she realized, Fuck it, she would never see these people again. Also, she was who she was. There was no need to be embarrassed. She was a little sissy bitch, she could no more change that fact, than she could change the color of her skin. The plane ride seemed to take an eternity, as she couldn't wait to see Kelly again. Kelly met her at baggage, and they embraced. Stephanie cried. "Kelly, I love you so much. I am so sorry for the way I treated you. I was an asshole. I promise you, though I will spend the rest of my life trying to atone for my misdeeds." Kelly spoke, "I know you will, bitch!"