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You're Mine Now Sissy - A Continuation (2) free porn video
You're mine now sissy! - a continuation
Author: timestar
[Note: This is a second continuation of a story originally written by
Sarah Kentish and which you can find on Storysite.org. I always liked the
story and I hoped that she would write more. You might want to read the
original first, as well as her 2 other stories so that you're familiar
with the context and characters. The positive responses to my first
chapter have encouraged me to add more.]
The sharp insistent ringing of the alarm clock roused me from a troubled
night's sleep. As my mind cleared, my face fell as the reality of my
situation came clear. I realized that today was the start of my new life
as the new junior girl working in Aunty Jane's salon. As I stood beneath
the warm shower I felt the water falling on my newly waxed skin and my
freshly shaved scalp. I picked up the bottle of scented shower gel that I
had been instructed to use. I washed quickly and then shaved my face as
close as I possibly could. Although my facial hair had never been that
dense, I had been told to make sure that I was extra smooth from now on.
Stepping from the shower I doused my smooth body with the heady perfume
of the body spray I had been given by Aunty Jane. The scent wrapped my
body in a coat of femininity as I turned to the clothes I had been
instructed to wear to the salon. Aunty Jane wanted to take charge of the
actual dressing in my new work uniform, so for now it was simply a plain
pair of panties and a pink dressing gown.
Due to it being so early there was little traffic on the roads as I drove
to the salon and I felt sure that very few people would have spotted me.
I did get some inquisitive looks from other drivers, no doubt due to my
newly shaved head catching their eye.
I parked in front of the salon and rushed into the building. I dared not
be late, especially on this, my first full day working day.
"I see you were sensible to be on time sissy," a stern voice greeted me
as I walked through the door.
"Yes Madame," I replied quickly.
"We have little time to waste today so strip completely sissy and get
into the styling chair."
I undressed and lowered myself into the chair feeling the cold leather of
the chair against my naked flesh. Even though I knew what was to follow I
still felt nervous. There was something deeply symbolic about having my
head shaved, almost as if with each stroke of the razor any remaining
traces of my masculinity were also being shaved away.
A fluorescent pink cape in heavy latex was draped over my seated figure
and the familiar tight band was roughly buckled around my slim neck. With
little ceremony Aunty Jane began to spread the cold shaving cream over my
scalp, even though there was hardly any hair growth since the previous
day's shaving. Having covered my entire scalp she paused to think for a
moment, and then spread some of the cream over my recently plucked
eyebrows.
I sat very still as she began to scrape the sharp razor over my head.
Although this was the second time of my being subjected to this
treatment, I still felt its full effect. The simple act of removing my
hair also removed something deeper, and pushed me deeper into this world
of submission and new life of obedience. Not satisfied with the results
of the first shaving, Aunty Jane re-lathered and then shaved my head for
a second time and she also removed what had been left of my eyebrows. She
wiped my head roughly with a towel removing the traces of shaving cream.
She walked away for a moment and returned holding a canister of furniture
polish.
"The finishing touch!" she laughed as she coated my scalp with the fine
spray. Picking up the towel she began to rub my head vigorously as she
buffed my scalp to a high shine with the waxy polish. She stood behind me
holding the hand mirror to show me the final result.
"There we are my shiny and smooth sissy - hair is a luxury for you that
you need to earn," she explained.
She unbuckled the latex cape and told me to stand quietly in the middle
of the salon as she disappeared into the rear of the salon. A few moments
later she returned holding some clothes. She picked up a shiny pink latex
corset and began to wrap it around my body. She did up the row of hook
and eye fastenings at the back of the corset and then started to pull
tightly the firm cords of the garment.
"Breathe in deeply sissy" she told me.
I inhaled as much as I could as felt the corset begin to mould my body
under its firm rubbery grip.
"Keep breathing in sissy - we have quite a way to go yet," she continued.
As the cords were pulled tighter and tighter I could feel the very breath
being squeezed out of my body.
"That's enough for your first day in a corset but you have a good few
inches tighter to go yet sissy," she told me.
Next she picked up a pair of pink stockings and began to roll them up my
waxed legs before attached them to the suspenders dangling from the base
of the corset. She adjusted the straps to ensure the stockings were
pulled taut with no wrinkles. Then she held out a pair of pink latex
panties that were covered with layer upon layer of starched lace frills.
I carefully stepped into the panties and she drew them up my body over
the suspenders and the stockings.
Turning around Aunty Jane produced a pair of pink satin pumps with a 3
inch stiletto heel and instructed me to place my feet into them. Although
I had worn heels before they had not been this high and I felt unsteady
wearing them. I wondered how I would get through a full day's work
teetering around the salon.
"I have been generous with you sissy and started with a low heel for now.
But by the end of the week you will be in at least 5 or even 6 inch
heels. Understood?" she demanded.
"Yes Madame," I responded.
With much wrinkling and rustling she held out the final part of my new
uniform. It was a short dress made from shiny pink plastic. I stepped
into the dress and Aunty Jane pushed my arms through the short sleeves
and pulled the zip closed. Then she attached a small padlock to the zip
so that I was now locked into the dress. The sleeves were short but
ballooned out just above my elbows and were edged with a lace frill. The
neckline was high and fitted tightly around my neck buttoning right up to
sit below my jaw. The bodice was plain but very tight and I would need to
be careful moving about, even with the corset now pulling me in tightly.
The skirt of the dress was full and tiered and cut alarmingly short. I
noticed that when I stood still the hem sat only just about covering the
frills of my latex panties. But the cut of the skirt meant that even the
slightest movement and the skirt would swirl up displaying my panties to
the world.
"Hold your skirt up sissy," Aunty Jane told me.
Doing as I was told I saw her open a box and pull out a ball of starched
pale pink petticoats. She bent down and wrapped the petticoats around my
cinched in waist and tied the attached ribbon tightly. As I lowered my
skirt I saw that the fullness of the petticoats was so great that my
skirt was now held out almost horizontally.
Aunty Jane walked around me, adjusting here and there until she was happy
with the final look.
"Now sissy, this is your standard outfit when working in the salon and
you will dress like this from now on. This little ensemble has not come
cheap and the cost will come out of your wages. In fact, you will get no
wages at all until all of this has been paid for," she informed me.
I went to protest but she resumed her mini lecture.
"Haircuts and make-up are also not cheap so the cost of all the cosmetics
and the head shaves will also be taken from your salary. Understood?"
"Yes Madame," I replied.
"Good girl, now back to the styling chair."
I sat in the chair once more as a latex shoulder cape was tied tightly
around my shoulders. Aunty Jane then began to apply make-up to my face.
First she curled my eye lashes and then applied a thick coat of eye
liner, followed by mascara. Next she applied eye shadow. A hint of
blusher was brushed into my check bones before a lip pencil was used to
outline my lips. This was followed with a generous coat of wet look pink
lipstick and a coating of lip gloss. To complete the look my shaved eye
brows were painted on with a thin high arch.
She then took one of my hands in hers and started to work on my nails.
First she cleaned and shaped my nails. She then applied a set of false
nails to my own that extended a good two inches beyond the ends of my
fingers. Once the nail cement had dried she applied a thick coat of pink
nail varnish to each nail.
Aunty Jane removed the shoulder cape and told me to stand.
"Now you are ready to start work sissy!"
To be continued....
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