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THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER
OR MY WEEK-END OF SERVITUDE AND HUMILIATION
CHAPTER II VISIT TO THE BEAUTY SHOP HUMILIATION
Friday morning came too early with the alarm clock blasting a way. I
slowly crawled out of bed, and hurried to the bath room to relieve my
bladder. I gushed what seemed like an endless stream, then noticed that I
was not nearly as bloated as last night, but had a light hang-over. It
dawned on me that during the night my body had absorbed most of the enema
along with the wine, causing the hang-over. I washed my face, then applied
my make-up in a subtle day time shades complete with mascara, pink
lipstick, blush, and thin eyebrows. I returned to my bedroom, and dressed
in the maids outfit without panties, little white apron, seamed stocking
and 5 inch heels. Then clippity clopped down the stairs to the kitchen, to
start breakfast.
I brewed up the coffee, and poured orange juice, and set out an assortment
of Danish and toast on a serving tray. It was almost 8:30 by that time, so
I hurried to get back up stairs to my Masters/Mistresses bedroom. But I
realized that it was going to be very difficult trying to carry all the
liquids without spilling any, while walking in 5 inch heels. Navigating
the stairs was even more difficult, and on the way up the stairwell a cool
draft of air rushed up my legs and cooled the tampon string down
(obviously it was still wet) and I could feel it swaying between my ass
checks. I woke them up and set the tray down on the bed between them. This
put me real close to Mistress Ann's side of the bed. Before I could
straighten up, she reached under my short dress, and grabbed my little
cock and pulled me real close to her.
She said, "Let me check that tampon," and reached down and grabbed the
string and gave it a little tug. "Good you were able to hold it in all
night. Tonight we must use more so we can build up to your flooding part
of your period Saturday afternoon."
I squealed, "Not another one, I had my period already!"
"Silly girl," she said, "a females period last at least 5 days, and you
are going to experience four days at least." She made me kneel beside her
bed while she drank her coffee, juice, and nibbled on a Danish. Every so
often she would feed my small pieces of a Danish. When they were done with
breakfast, she ordered me to carry the empty tray down to the kitchen and
wash the dishes, then meet her up stairs in my bathroom.
By the time I finished, and navigated up the stairs in my 5 inch heels
with the string again dangling between my legs, she was already waiting
for me in the bathroom. She ordered me to take off my maids outfit, then
squat over the toilet, but not sit down. She then grabbed the tampon
string and slowly pulled it out causing a little drops of red liquid to
drip into the toilet. She held up the tampon and showed me what a used
tampon looks like after doing its job. It was swollen and deep red in
color, the red food dye did its job!
Nurse Ann said, "That was a good girl keeping it in all night. You can
eliminate the remainder of the solution in the toilet, then go to your
bedroom to dress for the mornings activities. First, we are going to a
beauty shop to get your hair and wigs styled properly and do some
shopping at the mall."
While I was finishing my toilet, Mistress Ann went in my bedroom and laid
out the cloths she wanted me to wear. I changed into the clothes and put
on the 34 D bra, silicone pads, thong panties that kept my cock tucked
between my legs, tight fitting tank top, and Capri pants. She told me to
wear the 3 inch wedgie shoes which would be more comfortable to walk in
for long periods of time, freshen my make-up and put on some earrings then
meet her in the bathroom again.
After dressing and checking every thing out in the mirror, I assured
myself that I looked presentable, and sashayed into the bathroom. There
Mistress Ann was ready with the IV stand again, bag, tampon and bottle of
wine.
"Heather, present yourself properly for your tampon," she said while
measuring and mixing the dreaded solution in the bag. She announced that
this would not be as much volume as last night nor as much wine since we
would be very active walking and shopping.
I removed my tight fitting Capri pants, and again I was bent over the side
of the bath tub while she inserted the tampon as far as she could push it
in, evacuated the air from the nozzle, and eased it into my irritated
"pussy." She opened the valve slightly and worked the nozzle deep up in me
like last night and opened the valve a little more.
She called to Tom, "She's ready for you now." Tom walked in the room
without any pants on with his huge member swaying between his legs. Ann
said it was time for me to get the rest of my breakfast. "Ease off of the
side of the tub and crawl over to Tom, and make love to his cock like a
good little sissy slut."
It was very difficult for me to move off of the tub and over to Tom
without losing the tube inside my ass, but I managed it while down on all
fours. Tom held up his cock even with my mouth and said, "Here slut take
it all the way down your throat as far as you can, and start sucking and
licking like last night." I opened my mouth wide and took his member in as
far as it would go while swallowing like he taught me last night then ran
my tongue along the under side of has shaft.
I kept this up for about 5 minutes then heard the bag gurgle the last
drops out. I was so humiliated having to do this while taking the solution
in me at the same time awhile being on my knees. A minute later Tom
exclaimed, "I coming," and grabbed my head and pushed my head very close
to his crotch forcing his member deep into my throat. I felt a warm
sensation running down my throat while his cock was throbbing in my mouth.
Then he pulled his cock out until the head was all that I had at my lips
and said, "Suck that last drop out and taste it slut." I did as I was told
and swallowed the remaining seamen.
Ann removed the tube from my ass, wiped the lube and wetness out of my ass
crack. "Get up," she said, "and follow me to your bedroom." In the
bedroom, she found a pair of panties, and told me that she didn't want me
to have an "accident" while shopping. She put a large overnight feminine
pad in the crotch of the panties and said, "Here put these on."
I struggled to slip the panties on and keep the "napkin" in proper place
pushed up into my ass crack. Next I pulled up the Capri pants and smoothed
them into place. Ann told me to freshen up my make-up since it got smeared
servicing Tom earlier. While touching up my make up, I noticed in the
reflection in the mirror that the feminine napkin was creating a
noticeable bulge in my crotch area. Upon turning around and looking back
over my shoulder, the outline of the napkin was very noticeable where it
extended above my ass crack.
I said to Ann, "Look, it shows through my pants, I can't go out like
this!"
Ann said, "You will go out like that, I want every one to know what you
are wearing."
I was so humiliated having the "outline" of my pad so visible. Ann told me
to take my extra wig in the wig case with us.
Ann led me down the stairs with my 3" wedgie shoes clippity-clopping all
the way out the foyer. We got in the car for a short drive to the beauty
salon that took only about 7 minutes. Even then, I started to feel the
effect of the wine and even though I did not feel as bloated as last
night, I was starting to get twinges of cramping. She parked the car in
the parking space in front of the salon and we went in with me carry the
wig case. We went up to the receptionist and Ann said, "Good morning
Marci."
The receptionist replied, "Good morning Mistress Ann, I don't see your
name in my appointment book."
Ann said, "No, I made the appointment for Sissy Heather here," pointing to
me. Marci looked in her book and said, "Oh yes, she is scheduled for a
wash and set, nail application, and wig styling."
I exclaimed, "Nail Application?" and Ann said, "Yes slut, you must have
nice long red nails for the club tonight, now don't start complaining or I
will spank you right here in front of all these nice girls."
I was so embarrassed, that I hung my head down so they couldn't see how
red my face must have turned. Marci told Ann that Jackie would do the wash
and set, and while I was under the hair drier, Joyce would do my nails.
Then while all this was being done Betty would be styling my wigs. Marci
escorted us to Jackie's station and introduced me to Jackie saying, "This
is sissy Heather ready for her wash and set."
Jackie said to Ann, "Oh how cute she looks, and why is she so fidgety?"
Ann replied, "She is experiencing her first female period."
Jackie said, "Oh that is why the bulge in her pants. Do you think that pad
is enough protection?"
Ann replied, "Her first line of defense is the tampon she is also
wearing."
Jackie gasped, "Oh, Ann, you are so cleaver, I am sure that Heather is
learning that being a girl is not all lipstick and perfume under your
guidance."
Ann remarked, "No she already has learned how to please a man orally."
By this time I was sitting in the chair and wished I could slide under it
and hide being so embarrassed like this. Jackie took off my wig, and took
it to Betty's work station along with the wig case.
Jackie returned and started to wash and then set my hair while Ann sat
down and started to read a fashion magazine. Next I was placed under the
hair drier with big rollers in my hair. I now realized why Ann had wrote
and told me not to have my hair cut any more, and by this time it was down
over my ears. Just then Joyce came over with a tray and started to give me
a manicure before applying the nails. Ann came over and told Joyce that
she wanted the longest nails available put on me.
Then she said to Joyce, "And I want the sluttiest 'Come Fuck Me Red'
polish you have."
Joyce said she knew just what she wanted, and started to apply the nails.
Joyce asked Ann, "Is she still a virgin?"
Ann replied, "Yes, but not for long, we are taking her to the Black Orchid
Club tomorrow night, and I suspect the men there will want to break her
cherry. Oh, I am sure that will be very painful, those men are so rough
and horny. I should know, I was there last Saturday, and I could hardly
walk after they got done with me."
Ann said, "And you loved every minute of it didn't you?"
"Yes Honey," Joyce responded, "and I know your sissy will enjoy it too, at
least when she gets use to it!"
Again I was so embarrassed hearing these women talking so explicitly about
sex, and with me being the one they were referring to. Joyce finished my
nails, and while they were drying, Jackie combed out my hair and spritzed
hair spray all over it. Betty had finished my wigs and gave them to me in
carrying cases. Then we were ready to go, Ann stopped at Marci's desk and
told her to put the charges on her bill, than turned to me and said, "We
need to get you a purse so that you can start paying for your
necessities."
I responded rather shyly, "Yes ma'am," because, I was not used to going
out in public, and never needed a purse.
On the way to the Mall, Ann told me that a girl should always have a
purse, so that she can keep all the essentials necessary like lip stick
,powder, perfume, keys, I.D., cigarettes, lighter, and condoms. I was
astonished that she would say cigarettes, and condoms, but let it pass so
as not to let her know that I was not experienced in things loose women
needed. By this time I began to realize that I had to learn how to pick
things up and handle things differently with the long finger nails on. We
pulled into a large enclosed mall, and Ann led the way in to a shoe shop
that specialized in fetish shoes. Ann checked out the window display and
said that they had several pairs that was suitable.
We went in and a female clerk ask if she could help, and Ann asked her if
she had Style number 1256 in a size 9 ?.
The clerk responded, "Yes we do, but that is a little to big for you
ma'am."
Ann spoke up, "They are not for me, they are for my sissy here."
The clerk said, "Oh, then take a seat and I will get a pair."
We took a seat close to the door, and I noticed that any one passing the
shop could see us. The clerk returned with a pair of heels that had 4"
platforms, and nine inch heels in a candy apple red with double ankle
straps. After taking off my wedgies, the clerk buckled the shoes on my
feet and told me to walk around in them.
I wobbled up and down the aisle several time as the clerk mentioned, "She
doesn't have much experience in walking in platforms does she?"
Mistress Ann replied, "No, but she will learn or taste the sting of my
crop!"
The clerk giggled and said, "I don't doubt that at all, madam."
"We will tak them," Ann said. "Now do you have those hot pink 6" pumps in
her size?"
The clerk responded that she would check the stock room, and walked off. I
started to sit down, but Ann said, "Keep walking slut, you need the
practice."
By the time the clerk returned, I was at least walking more steadily, but
not too gracefully. The clerk removed my platforms and slipped the pumps
on my feet. Ann told me to stand up and walk again like before. I stood
up, but almost lost my balance since the pumps forced me forward so far.
Again, I really had a difficult time trying to place one foot in front of
the other, and after about 12 steps, my toes and ankles started to ache.
The clerk said, "She sure can't walk in those either."
Ann responded, "Well she won't be doing much walking at my parties since
she will spend most of her time down on her knees."
The clerk giggled again and responded, "You mean giving blow jobs?"
Ann said, "Exactly."
Again I was so embarrassed that I almost fell forward, and I felt my face
flush and turn red. Ann said we will take both pairs. I was never so glad
to sit down and take those shoes off. At the cash register, Ann noticed a
rack of hosiery and went over and picked out several pairs each of back
seamed stockings in red, black and pink.
We visited several more shops and Ann picked out several skimpy tank tops,
short shorts that left half of my ass cheeks exposed, a purse, several
pairs of long dangling earrings, and gaudy bracelets, and choker type
necklaces to match. At each of the shops, Ann was able to humiliate me and
embarrass me with her remarks of "slut" and "sissy" etc. Like the time we
were walking to another shop and I whispered that my cramps were getting
worse. She responded in such a loud voice that several people passing us
could hear, "Slut, you will keep that tampon in you until we get home!" We
went out to the car finally, and on the way back home Ann mentioned that
we had one more stop to make at the drug store for "essentials" as she put
it.
We stopped at the local drug store not far from her house and went in to
the prescription department. She handed the druggist, who called her by
name, a prescription, and he queried, "Ann you are a little young for
menopause aren't you?"
She replied, "No those hormones aren't for me, they are for the sissy
here."
The druggist said that if Tom prescribed them then that was good enough
for him, and filled the order. While he was filling the prescription, Ann
walked us around the store picking up items. She picked another large box
of Super Plus tampons, a large bottle of powered douche mix, several more
jugs of wine, and a package of Midol. About that time we were paged back
to the prescription department to get our (or my) order. At the check out
counter the clerk saw the powered douche and remarked, "Oh I see you are
going to try this new brand of douche, I really like it."
Ann responded, "Oh it isn't for me, it is for my sissy here along with the
tampons, she is experiencing her first female period."
The clerk's face showed a little surprise, but, said, "I hope it is a bad
period, all men should have to go through it like we do."
Ann remarked, "Oh it is going to be a bad one I assure you that. And by
the way, I think I am going to like this douche in the powdered form since
I can mix it as strong as she needs."
Then she winked at me with a sly smile sending a shudder down my spine.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot give me three packs of those Misty Menthol 120
cigarettes, and a dozen condoms."
The clerk asked, "What kind does the sissy like to wear?"
Ann replied again, "Oh they are not for her to use, but to be used on
her!"
The clerk looked at me and with a sneer retorted, "You are a slut aren't
you!"
By this time I was so humiliated that I could have crawled under the door.
Ann then picked out a pink lighter from the display on the counter and
added them to the items being rung-up. Then it was out to the car and back
to her house. That was the most humiliating morning I will ever
experience, I am sure.
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