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We arrived home from the hospital and went into the house - the house
that only recently I had owned. Catherine led me into the lounge and sat
one of the armchairs.
"Take a seat", she ordered. I began to head towards the sofa. "No, over
here on the floor," as she motioned towards the carpet by her feet.
Obediently I sat on the floor in front of her looking up at her.
"The doctor has told me that all this sitting lying around for the past
few weeks hasn't done much for your muscles. Therefore, we will have to
work at getting you in shape. I have had a fitness instructor devise a
workout routine for you to follow. Also over the next few days I want
you to practice putting your make-up on. A lot. I can't be sending you
down the salon or wasting my precious time making you up now can I?"
She hesitated, awaiting a response.
"No mummy," I mumbled.
"Very good. Now go up stairs and get dressed in your outfit and go into
the gym I have set up in the room across the hall from your room. I will
meet you in there. Go," she said, giving me a "shoo-ing" action.
I went up to my room. Getting up the stairs was difficult and I felt my
legs move like jelly - the exercise routine was probably what I needed.
That said, I'm sure Catherine's plans were not for my meant for my gain.
I took off the hospital gown I was still wearing and picked up the
clothes on the bed which just appeared as yet another bundle of pink
against the pink silk sheets. I picked up the sports bra and put it on.
It was a tight fit with the huge mounds of flesh now on my chest, but at
least it would provide some support during my exercise. I then picked up
a pink spandex leotard. I managed to get it up to my waist OK, but
really struggled to get it on over my shoulders. Luckily there was some
padding in the crotch area to protect my wounds, but the strip of
material that barely covered my ass-hole was riding right into my ass
crack which I actually found arousing I hate to admit. After finally
getting the thin straps over my shoulders I tried to pull the spandex
material over my boobs. However, there wasn't enough fabric and most of
my sports bra was on display. As I tried to straighten the material out
I could see how ridiculous I looked in the mirror. I also saw the word
"princess" emblazoned in white and silver across the stomach.
Next came some pink knee high socks with a white lace trim and some pink
Nike trainers. Just to complete the look was a pair of pink sweatbands
and matching headband which I thought I'd better put on.
With that I crossed the hallway into the new gym. It was impressively
kitted out with lots of mirrors, machines and large TVs.
"My, don't you look cute," said catherine slapping my hard on my exposed
ass cheek. "It's time to get you in shape young lady. The exercise
routine is written on the wall over there. You'd better follow it
exactly or there will be consequences." With that she grabbed on of my
breasts and stuck her nails in deeply to the tender flesh.
"The equipment is set up so that when you are doing cardio work if you
fall below the target speed the images on the TVs will change. Normally,
the programmes will all be teenage soaps and films starring the likes of
Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff. However, when you fall below the
speed...." she tailed off and then pressed a button on a remote control.
The images on the TVs changed to that of hard-core porn. Catherine left
it on for a few minutes. During that time there was a number of scenes
showing woman being degraded by both men and women. There was whippings,
gang banging and bukkake parties being shown. When the remote control
was pressed the lights also dimmed and the stereo no longer played the
sound from the TVs but instead had Catherine or Alicia's voice making
snide remarks such as:
"Look at that pathetic bitch - but she's still better than you"
"I bet a dirty slut like you would like that treatment"
"I wonder what you'd look like with that much cum on your face"
Catherine continued, "It's just to help you get in shape baby. Its your
health and well-being that I'm concerned with you know. There are also
some other stretches and exercises to do to ensure your stomach is
always flat and smooth and your butt is nice and juicy. After all,
that's what men like isn't it? Isn't' it?"
"Yes," I responded dejectedly.
Catherine grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor. With my
atrophied muscles I easily fell to the floor.
"Listen, whenever you speak to me you will say 'mummy' in every sentence
to show me some respect or you'll be sorry."
She was mad and I didn't want to mess with her. She'd already done some
drastic things in the past few weeks when I never really did anything to
harm her so I thought I'd better go along with her wishes for now.
"Yes mummy. Sorry mummy. It wont happen again mummy."
"Darn right it wont young lady or you'll regret it. Now get your ass in
gear," she said pointing towards the machines.
I picked up the instructions and began to work out. Every so often my
speed would drop and the changes in the images, lighting and sound would
occur. I have to admit that occasionally I'd allow this on purpose just
so I could hear Alicia's voice. Despite everything I still loved her
deeply.
After a couple of hours an automated voice informed me that my work out
had finished. I was exhausted. I returned to my room where a note was
waiting for me from Catherine.
"Sophie darling, I hope you enjoyed your workout. Have a bath and go to
bed. I look forward to seeing you in the morning."
After a long bath I put on the nightdress that was waiting on my bed. It
was very short and barely came to my waist. It was a dark blue silk
affair with lace trimmings. My breasts were prominently displayed in the
skimpy garment. There was an accompanying pair of panties in the same
style which I put on. As I went to bed I was determined to think of a
way out of this situation but I was asleep immediately on account of my
tiredness.
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The next couple of days followed a similar pattern of working out and
practicing putting my make-up on. The only nourishment I got was the
shakes served to me in the baby's bottles which, as Catherine assured
me, had all the things a growing girl needs.
In fact, I lost track on the number of days it went on. I was running
further and working out longer on the Stairmaster. I felt my muscles
becoming taut and firm. However, I didn't manage to come up with a plan
for how to improve my predicament.
Then one day Catherine came in and announced that I would be adding
swimming to my exercise routine. I was glad of the change but didn't
like the way Catherine was so happy about it.
The pool was in a covered greenhouse adjacent to the house. I was
looking forward to my first swim when Catherine came into my (my?)
bedroom.
"Here, you'll need this," she said throwing a bikini at me. It was a
tiny red number that would barely cover me at all, held together by
laces.
"I've also installed a sun bed by the pool so that you can get some
colour in you. All this staying indoors has made you a little pasty for
my liking."
"Yes mummy," I replied getting into the small garment.
Just as I was about to enter the greenhouse Catherine spoke:
"Oh, before I forget I've got some gardeners in to landscape the place.
I thought it could do with a change. You'll probably be able to see them
thought the glass of the green house and I'm sure that when they see you
once they will be keeping an eye out for you too. Now, whenever you see
them I want you to give them a nice little smile".
"Yes mummy," I replied but I didn't like where this was going.
"Show me the sort of smile you'll give them," she instructed.
I gave a couple of attempts with Catherine ordering me to do it "more
sexily". After she was happy with my efforts she swatted me on the ass
and sent me into the pool house.
I nervously got in the pool and began to swim. After a while I was aware
of two guys watching me through the windows as they stood around smoking
and drinking cups of tea. I was aware of the leering as I flashed them a
smile to which they started nudging each other and laughing.
The swimming continued as part of my rehabilitation although Catherine
gradually changed the signals I was giving to the workers. It changed
from smiles, to little limp-wrested waves, to blowing them kisses.
Catherine told me that when I was blowing them a kiss I had to lean
forward Marilyn Monroe style so that they could see down my tiny
swimsuits.
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One day Catherine woke me up and announced that I would be having the
day off from my exercise routine. My initial joy quickly gave way to
paranoia as I wondered what Catherine was up to. After having a long
bath I returned to the bedroom. Catherine told me to put on the clothes
she had left out but not to bother with any make-up.
Again, the clothes selected were very revealing. There was a red demi-
cup bra with ruffles around the edges and straps. The bra managed to
lift my tits up without really covering them properly. Next I put on a
pair of black mesh panties with little red roses on them around the
waist band. Then there was a black silk suspender belt with matching
black stockings. They were very shiny and made my legs glimmer when I
moved them. I then picked up a lycra leopard skin print mini dress and
struggled to get in on. It was very tight and revealed much of my
cleavage. There were no shoulder straps so the red bra straps were
visible to all. I pulled the dress down and it just about met up with
the stockings. I then slipped on the red 4 inch stilettos and minced out
of the room.
"Do you like your outfit?" chided Catherine.
I knew what was expected of me and replied compliantly, "Yes mummy."
"Yes, you like the way it shows off your big titties and your legs don't
you? Well, and as for how tight it is around your ass......I tell you,
you look a right slut don't you?"
"Yes mummy."
"Well come on then slutty Sophie lets go for a drive."
We drove for a few miles and pulled up beside a beauty parlour. I was
very nervous as other than the trip to the hospital I had not been out
in public for a while and, of course, I now had my new body to contend
with.
"Out you get then baby...and try not to give everyone a view of your
panties."
I tried to get out of the vehicle as demurely as possible but I still
ended up with my skirt hiked up to reveal the tops of my thighs and a
hint of my black panties. I pulled it down carefully to ensure that my
breasts didn't pop out of the top of the garment.
It was quite a large salon and there were a number of stylists attending
to various ladies. All of the salon girls looked beautiful and they
mostly looked in their early twenties. I could figure out why we had
come here but at least the views wouldn't be too bad.
"Hi, I have an appointment for my daughter Sophie," said Catherine
confidently to the beautiful receptionist.
"Sure," she replied. "Amanda," she summoned one of the stylists. A young
girl of about nineteen sauntered over. She was a real knock out with
light brown hair with blond streaks, lots of fake tan and impeccable
make-up.
"Hi-ya," Amanda greeted us.
"Sophie, go and sit in that chair whilst the grown-ups talk," Catherine
ordered, humiliating me further by placing more seniority with the
stylist who was almost ten years younger than me.
"Yes mummy," I relied as I did as I was told.
I could see Amanda and Catherine chatting in the mirror as I sat there.
Catherine then left the salon. I was just thinking about maybe doing a
runner but any such thought was quickly wiped away when Amanda put her
hands on my shoulders.
"So, your mum told me you're getting all this work done for your
sixteenth birthday?" I almost fainted. "You're lucky to have such a cool
mum. So I'm gonna start by washing your hair."
With that she slid a basin behind my neck and tilting my head back began
to massage my scalp. I did feel a little turned on by this although I
felt vulnerable as Amanda could see down my top. It took a while to do
as my hair had continued to grow and was now down to my shoulders.
After a little while she put a cape over me which at least covered my
body a little bit and began to dry my hair with a pink fluffy towel.
She then started putting some stuff in my hair from a canister and we
made some small talk. She asked me some questions about what school I
went to and what I did for fun.
I wasn't sure what to say but managed to say that I was finishing school
soon. She then commented that she could see about getting me job at the
salon as they were always talking on lots of staff. I just thanked her
and tried to ignore a lot of what she was saying.
After a while she started applying straightners to my hair and
complimenting my on how "developed" I was for my age. Again, I was
unsure of what to say but seeing the confusion on my face Amanda laughed
and said that Catherine had explained all about the operation I got for
my sixteenth birthday. Again, Amanda started gushing about what a great
mum I had. Amanda then started saying about wishing she could save
enough money for a breast job.
"Can I feel them?" she asked and without waiting for a reply slipped
her hand under my dress and bra and started to squeeze my right breast.
I let out a little gasp as she played with my sensitive flesh. I could
see a mischievous look in Amanda's eyes and could tell that she was
enjoying it. Suddenly she withdrew her hand as another client was led to
the chair beside where I was stationed.
"Right, now we need to get your hair set," she said and led me over to
another chair with a hair dryer overhead. On the walk over I saw my
reflection in the mirror and could clearly see my erect nipples, aroused
from Amanda's actions.
I was put under a blow dryer and left there for about an hour. Every so
often I caught Amanda looking over at me and giving me a little smile. I
might have been wrong, but it seemed she was sweet on me.
Amanda came over and released me from under the dryer and directed me
towards another workstation. As I walked over to it I could feel her
eyes staring at my arse and felt aroused that this beautiful girl was
checking me out. When we got to the workstation, Amanda introduced me
to another young beautician.
"Cassie, this is Sophie, she needs her nails done. She's such a doll
isn't she so make sure you do your best with her."
"I always do my best," Cassie said coolly.
Cassie was a bit more aloof and only made basic small talk with me as
she started to expertly manipulate my hands. She fitted extensions to my
nails and asked me what colour I wanted them painted. I looked confused
by this as I'd assumed Catherine would have organised this type of
thing.
"I don't know really...." I weakly said.
Cassie shook her head and called Amanda over.
"This bimbo doesn't know what colour she wants her nails, do you know so
I can get this over with."
"Hey, don't call her a bimbo," countered Amanda, "she's only 16 and not
used to all this, are you?"
I shook my head.
"I think a nice pink will suit you, won't it?" Amanda asked me.
I nodded this time.
"Whatever," Cassie said as she started applying the polish to my new
nails.
After a couple of minutes cassie told me she was done and that I could
go.
Amanda led me over to another workstation. "Don't worry about Cassie,
babes, it's just her time of the month," she said
I laughed a little at this. Amanda was being so nice to me. It was it
stark contrast to how I'd been treated in the last few weeks. I almost
felt like crying. Christ, what was wrong with me?
Amanda sat me down and started to work on my face with some products.
"So your mum said you wanted it really over the top and quite slutty?"
I just nodded.
"You know, I reckon you look really sexy."
I blushed at this last compliment and could feel the heat from Amanda's
body as she worked on me. I began to feel aroused and had a weird
feeling down below.
In what seemed like only a few minutes, Amanda moved away with a "there,
all done". I looked at myself in the mirror and had to admit that
Amanda had done a great job in making me look slutty. I had huge painted
lips and way too much mascara around my eyes.
Amanda then came back with a piercing gun and put three studs in each of
my ears.
"I can't believe your mum wouldn't let you pierce your ears till you
were 16," Amanda commented as she worked.
After she was done we walked back to the reception area where Catherine
was waiting with a smug look on her face. After the company of Amanda
the thought of having to deal with Catherine was made all the more
worse.
"Wow Amanda what I great job you've done. I can hardly recognise my
little girl," commented Catherine.
"Oh, it was nothing, your daughter is very beautiful" Amanda replied as
she rubbed my shoulder.
Catherine then handed Amanda a ?50 note as a tip.
"Thanks," said Amanda "we never usually get any tips here, never mind
this much"
"Not at all, you did a great job. Now say thanks Sophie."
"Thank you Amanda," I sheepishly said.
"Amanda? Come on darling show her some respect. Amanda, what's your
surname?"
"Strauss"
"Thank her properly Sophie."
"Thank you miss Strauss."
"That's better. I'm sorry, sometimes she has no respect for her elders,"
said Catherine as she dragged me out of the salon to the car.
As the car pulled away I could see Amanda waving at me from the salon
window as we drove off to the next instalment of Catherine's evil plan.
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We drove for about 30 minutes to an industrial estate and pulled up
beside one of the units.
Catherine ordered me out of the car and motioned for me to follow her. I
couldn't help but notice how fantastic her arse looked in the skinny fit
jeans she was wearing. All the time with Amanda at the salon had got me
feeling quite horny as well and I actually felt a bit aroused as I
stared at my tormentor's behind.
We entered the building and a receptionist asked us to have a seat.
A couple of minutes later a buy of about 40 comes into the reception
area dressed in a bright shirt with his balding hair in a ponytail.
"Hellooo darrrlllling," he shrilled to Catherine as they did one of
those double air kisses. There was no doubt as to which side of the
fence this guy was on.
"So this is Sophie," he said looking me up and down, "well, I must say
she looks divine. Please come this way."
We followed him into a room which had racks of clothes in polythene
covers and a small desk for which we were headed. My confusion over what
was happening was soon alleviated by the man.
"So these are the standard release forms that Sophie needs to sign. All
the models have to sign these forms before I'll shoot them."
I was stunned, I was now going to be a model. I didn't like where this
was going.
"I'll leave you to sign these forms and pick out some outfits. How many
did you say you wanted to do today Catherine?" he asked.
"Let's just say 10 today. We can always come and see you again."
With that the man minced off leaving me and Catherine alone with the
release forms and the costumes.
"I can see you look a bit puzzled dear. You really shouldn't scrunch
your face up that way, it'll give you wrinkles when you get older. Now
that we've got you all pretty at the salon, we need to record it.
Jeremy, that's the photographer stupid, is going to take some nice
photos of you. don't worry, I'm not going to do anything with the
photos. In fact, in the terms of the release forms it states that you
have the sole ownership of all the images and you can do what you like
with them. So, sign the forms."
I didn't trust Catherine and certainly didn't believe what she said but
what choice did I have.
"Yes mummy," I answered and signed the forms.
"Good, now let's see what outfits would show you off best. I wonder, I
wonder..." she tailed off as she started to sort through the garments on
the racks.
I stood there looking at all the clothes and worrying about what was
going to happen.
"Here, this will do for starters," said Catherine carrying some items
over and putting them on the desk beside me.
"Well come on girl, what are you waiting for, get changed," she ordered.
"What, right here?"
Catherine slapped me hard in the face then grabbed one of my nipples and
tugged me towards the ground.
"What was that you little bitch?" she screamed at me.
"Sorry mummy, sorry," I pleaded.
"Sometimes I worry about your lack of respect Sophie. Do I have to
remind you what will happen if you do not do exactly what I say?"
I kept repeating how sorry I was and how I would be try to be a better
girl in the future.
Luckily my pathetic pleas worked and Catherine let go of my breast.
I got up and started to peel off my clothes and pick up the outfit
Catherine had selected for me.
I put on a pair of high cut white cotton panties and a paid of thigh
high hold up white stockings. I was searching in the pile for a bra and
couldn't find one. At this stage Catherine was sorting through the
clothes on the rack so I thought better of disturbing her and possibly
raising her ire again to enquire about the lack of bra.
Next was a white shirt. The shirt was very tight and I couldn't do the
buttons up above my breasts. The tightness of the shirt actually
supported my breasts and pushed them together to make more of a show of
my cleavage.
I then put on a tie which had red and black diagonal stripes. With my
long nails I couldn't really do the bow up properly and so I had to wear
it loose.
Next came a wrap around mini skirt. It was loose fitting and had a check
pattern in the same colours as the tie. The skirt barely came down to
the tops of the white fishnets.
There was a pair of shoes with a 4 inch block heel and a red v-neck
jumper too.
I was just finishing putting these items on when Catherine marched over.
"Who looks a pretty girl then?" she chided.
"I do mummy," I obediently replied, to which Catherine let out a small
chuckle.
"Jeremy darling," shouted Catherine, "I think she's ready to start".
"Ok, send her in," he shouted back from the other room.
"Now, you go in there and act like the dirty little slut you are for the
camera and do whatever Jeremy says" she hissed in my ear before giving
me arse a hard slap as I walked to the away.
I went into the other room and was confronted by Jeremy holding a camera
and lots of lights pointing towards a bed.
"Now honey, you just relax and I'll take good care of you. I've taken
photos for loads of glamour models (glamour models? I thought) and its
always gone well. Get over by the bed and show us a nice sexy smile."
The next few minutes passed in a blur of flashlights and instructions
from Jeremy.
"Big smile"
"Arch you back more to get your tits to stick out"
"Take the jumper off"
"Hike your skirt up with your left hand. No, your LEFT hand"
"Give me frightened like I'm you dad and I've just come home to find you
sleeping with my friend"
"Give me sex kitten like you're trying to seduce your teacher"
"Loose the skirt"
"Lie on the bed and put your legs straight up in the air"
"Spread those legs and suck on your finger"
I was down to my fishnets and panties when he said that we were done. I
looked a bit surprised and he said that he doesn't usually do pussy-
shots. I was slightly relieved that I got to keep a bit of dignity.
I went back to the changing room where Catherine was still sorting
through the racks. I noticed that there was another set of clothes on
the desk so I changed out of the school girl outfit and put on the next
set silently.
This time it was a gold mini dress which had a plunging neckline to show
off my surgically-enhanced chest. Some beige stockings attached to a
black garter belt and a black lace thong. This outfit was accompanied by
a pair of black stilettos with thin metal heels of about 6 inches.
Again, Jeremy directed me through a series of poses. Some of the
features of the studio room had changed such as the sheets on the bed
and some pictures on the wall to give the impression of being in a
different room.
This continued through a number of other outfits. There was one photo
set of me in a short French maids dress with ruffled white silk panties.
Another of me in a tight red leather mini skirt and a tight beige jumper
that hugged my tits. Me dressed as sexy nurse with a scandalously short
skirt. Me wearing a pair of pink pvc hot pants and a ripped t-shirt
saying "easy" in big pink writing. And so on. By the end I was too
exhausted to care about the humiliation I as undergoing.
Catherine made a deal with Jeremy that I could keep the last outfit used
that day to go home in. this one was a red shiny cat suit that I
struggled to get into. It was very tight and gripped every inch by body.
I was wearing some black negligee underneath it for the shoot.
Jeremy showed us the some of the earlier pictures which his receptionist
had uploaded onto the computer. It was hard to believe that it was me in
the pictures. So much had changed recently. I had gone from a rich city
worker with a sizeable property portfolio and a huge inheritance to a
pretty girl posing in slutty outfits.
To be continued.....
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