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This story is the property of Monica Blowinski, any similarities to anyone fictional or living is purely coincidental. Amanda's Journey Into Slavery By Monica Blowinsky It was three o'clock Friday afternoon and I had three promising appointments to go before I could start my mundane weekend. I had three policies sold already this week, so my mind was on the new computer game I was going to treat myself to when I arrived at her home. Home probably doesn't do the property justice, estate is a better term for the gated grounds leading to the mansion. I let out a low whistle as I drove up the mile long drive, examining the perfectly manicured grounds surrounding the house and outbuildings. Pulling up to the front door, I took a minute to gather my briefcase and examine the house, and let out another low whistle. "Adam", I say to myself, "there's no way she'll be interested in a life insurance policy". As I straighten my tie and head for the door. I am 5'6 weighing in at a lean 140 pounds, with short brown hair, blue eyes, with longish lashes. My last girlfriend in college loved my metro sexual looks, but it ended when I graduated a year before she did, and I've been too busy with my career to start a new relationship. I rang the bell and took a step back, the door was opened by a woman around my age (24). What a hottie, I thought to myself, 5'9 or 10, perfect olive skin, tasteful make up, black hair and beautiful brown eyes. I guess she's about a 34C and has legs to die for ending in a perfectly rounded ass, wearing 3" heeled pumps, tight jeans, and a low cut blouse. She introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Jennifer, Ms Madison's personal assistant, you must be Adam". She smiled brilliantly when I stammered, "um, yes, I'm uh Adam, I'm surprised you remembered my name." "Ms Madison makes a point of knowing exactly whom she invites into our home, please come in." We walk into the foyer, and I paused to close the door. As I turned around to follow her, she standing very close, and gently placed her hand on my chest, bringing me to a dead stop. "There are a few things you need to know if you plan on doing business with Ms Madison." I was too busy checking out her perfectly French manicured hand that seemed to be teasing my nipple, not to mention her perky breasts, to really pay attention to what she was saying. "When Susan negotiates, she makes a habit of using first names but, she will make up a name for you. Just play along, don't ever try to correct her, and you'll do fine. Also, you will address her as Ms Madison at all times, never, ever call her Sue." "Excuse me"? I say, I don't understand." "Ms Susan has a theory that during negotiations, she gains the upper hand and keeps her opponent off balance by distracting them with a false name." "Ah, ok" I say, " thanks for the warning". Wow, I think to myself, this is weird, as she turns to lead me down the corridor. We stop in front of a set of double doors, and Jennifer turns to me again. "One more thing, Ms Madison is a very busy woman, so I ask you to be patient if she excuses herself to answer the phone. It will be to your benefit, I promise you. She really needs more life insurance, and so do I," she says with a wink. "Cha-Ching" I think to myself, I may have enough for a new computer if I play my cards right. Jennifer knocks on the door, then leads me into a huge, beautifully decorated office, with a massive desk overlooking French doors that lead to a huge patio and in ground pool. There is a second desk, off to the left that I assume is Jennifer's. My God, I think to myself, Susan must be really loaded, I wonder what she does for a living. Ms Madison is on the phone, and Jennifer joins her behind the desk. I hear Susan say "no, I didn't get that photo, I got the photos of the Oriental, the African American, Native American, Hispanic models, and Jen's of course, but no Caucasian photo." She listens for a moment, and I take a minute to look her over. Incredible, she's stunning! Not your classic beauty, maybe not even as pretty as Jennifer, but there is something about her...She has this magnetism, I think to myself. Susan stands up and starts pacing, and I check out her lean frame, and I could see she towers over me. She's about 35, standing about 5'11 in her knee high black leather boots, with sky high spiked heels, black seamed stocking clad legs, tight white skirt, white silk blouse covering a 38D rack, long auburn hair perfectly coiffed, perfect make up, with long black lashes and copper colored lips, long fingernails painted to match her luscious lipstick. I hear her sultry voice say a little loudly,"Get Megan back for another shoot, I need to make a decision today! What do you mean she can't be reached? I don't care if she went away for the weekend!" I can see the fire in Susan's beautiful blue eyes, and my dreams of a successful sale slip out of my head. I inadvertently take a subconscious step back, much to Jennifer's amusement, and she smiles reassuringly at me. "Never mind Donna, I think I see a solution right here," as her eyes focus on me and looks me up and down, like a cat watching a mouse, "I'll call you back." She hangs up the phone and says, "Hello", with her throaty, sexy voice, "you must be Amanda". Smiling a smile that lights up her face, she steps out from behind her desk and extends her perfectly painted right hand. I was just about to correct her when I see Jennifer rapidly shaking her head at me, and I remember her warning so I let it slide. I extend my hand and say "it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Madison, you have a lovely home." She takes my hand in both of hers, and thanks me for the compliment."Amanda, tell me, have you set any more appointments for the day?" Amanda I think? WTF? I let it slide again, if she wants to play games, I can too, I'll just show her a more expensive policy. "If you could spare an hour, she continues, I believe you can help me out of a dilemma before we talk insurance." Looking up into her sparkling blue eyes, confidently I reply, "I could always reschedule my 5:00 if I need to, it would be my pleasure to assist you in any way I can." "Any way?" Susan says with a mischievous smile, and since I am thinking dirty thoughts about her, I could only nod my head. "Jennifer, be a dear and go get the sample, better bring the whole kit, Amanda may need some foundation too," Susan says as she studies my face. Susan maintains her hold on my hand as she leads me over to a leather couch and gestures for me to have a seat. "I'll get us a drink", she says and walks to the bar in the corner. My eyes follow her across the room, and I feel an erection stirring. "No, thank you," I say, "I have a couple more appointments after I leave." "Nonsense," she says, "one drink won't hurt, besides I insist," Susan says while looking over shoulder. "I'm thinking a Black Devil." "Um, may I ask what that is?" Her face lights up in another smile as she says "You may." "Ah, what's a Black Devil?" "Tequila on the rocks with a splash of lime and Coke, by the way, I love the way you ask permission, you will continue to do so." I nod in compliance. Susan brings me my drink and sits down so close to me that our knees are touching. "Tell me about yourself, Amanda." Susan practically whispers in my ear. I take a gulp of my drink to calm my nerves, and try to control the quiver in my throat. I can smell her perfume, it's light, floral, extremely feminine and very arousing. I make a move to stand both to hide my erection and embarrassment, but Susan places her hand on my knee firmly to hold me in place. Her hand only makes me squirm more, and my cock throb even harder. Innocently, Susan asks if I'm ok, and I could only nod yes. "So?" she prompts me, and I reply, "there's not much to tell, both my parents died four years ago, my dad was a career Marine, so I grew up all over the world. I have no siblings, so I sold the house, and came out here to go to college." "That's fascinating", she says, "you didn't follow in your fathers footsteps?" "Um no, I couldn't pass the physical." I say with my head hung low. "You poor dear, are you in school?" " Ah, no, I finished school in three years." "Oh, how impressive, what is your degree in?" "Um, business management and computer programming." Susan's perfectly shaped brows arch as she replied, "two degrees in three years? Very impressive." Jennifer enters the room and I see her left eyebrow raise at the sight of Susan sitting with her hand on my knee. She looks inquiringly at Susan, and asks "in the studio?" Susan replies, "I think out on the patio, I like the natural light out there, besides I need cigarette." Jennifer's other eyebrow raises to join her other one at that remark, and says to me, "you look like you need one as well!" I blush furiously, as Susan laughs. "After you, Amanda," Jennifer smirks and I shoot her a look before I follow Susan out the French doors to the patio. "Sit here," Susan commands as points to a chair and takes my chin in her hand. She is all business now, and I have to admit, very intimidating. She closely scrutinizes my face, tilting my head to the left and right. She beckons Jen off to the side and I overhear Jen ask, "Just make up, or full?" They both stare at me, and Susan says, "She's responding much better than I expected, I bet she'll submit to whatever we want with minimal resistance, start with make up and swim suit." I must have had a confused look on my face because they both smile reassuringly at me, and for the first time I feel like I lost control of the appointment. Susan places her hand on my head, I raise my eyes to meet hers and she immediately says in a firm voice, "eyes down, Dear." My eyes inadvertently drop to her boots. She looks at Jen with a I told you so look, and says "that's my good girl." Susan then grabs my chin and lifts my eyes to meet her, "Amanda," "Ah my name is"... "Amanda!" Susan says much sharper, then with a softer more seductive tone, "I want you to reschedule your last two appointments." "Ah Sus..." "Ms Madison, Amanda!" Jennifer barks. "Ms Madison, may I ask why?" Susan looks at Jennifer triumphantly and says sweetly, "any way, remember? You'll do it because I want you to." Knowing that I'm between a rock and hard place, I grab my cell and call my last two appointments to reschedule. Susan and Jennifer step away to converse, and as I finish my last call I hear Susan say, "And take care of that erection, it's distracting." "Come with me, Amanda, we have to get you ready." "Ready for what? And please stop calling me Amanda," I say in a low voice that Susan can't hear. "Shush, do as your told and I'll make sure she buys a policy before you leave, you have really impressed her." Jennifer takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her bedroom. As we're walking through the house she says "Susan is the boss, but you will do whatever I say without resistance." By this time I'm extremely confused, I can't quite get a handle on my situation. In one sense I'm frightened of these two, but I'm also very excited by the prospect of pleasing these alluring women. We enter Jennifer's room and it's stereotypically feminine, with lilac colored walls and ruffled, lace trimmed window treatments, and comforter on her queen sized bed. "Strip!" Jen commands, and I look at her incredulously, I'm about to ask her to repeat herself when she squeezes my balls and drops me to my knees. "Are you deaf, Bitch? I said strip!" I slowly get to my feet as I keep my eyes down and say, "yes Miss Jennifer." I take my clothes off as she smiles and says, "that's my good bitch." Jennifer commands me to lie down after I get naked, and crawls between my legs. I close my eyes as she takes my rock hard cock in hand and starts stroking. "I'm glad you're only average, Amanda, it will be easier to hide your clitty." "My what?" I try to say, but she grabs my balls and gives a squeeze, and all that comes out is "meep." "From now on you're my bitch, therefore you have a clitty, not a cock, understand?" "Yes Miss." "Good, now I'm going to suck your clitty, and I order you to cum as soon as possible, we're on a tight schedule." I close my eyes and moan as she takes me in her mouth and starts licking the tip, swallowing the massive amounts of pre cum. Her hot lips start sliding up and down the shaft as she strokes me, twisting her hand in rhythm with her strokes. I know I can't hold back much longer, as she's an expert at giving head. To please her I say, "Miss Jennifer, may I cum?" "Yes Amanda, you may cum." And much to my surprise, she swallows my cock, er clitty, and sucks every drop of cum out, and swallows it. She keeps my clitty in her mouth until I go flaccid, and stands up. "Let's go Bitch, we have to get you ready." I stand up and say, "may I ask what I'm getting ready for?" "You may not, you will do as you're told. Now, get in the bathroom and wait for me." Now I'm really concerned, and think this Amanda/Bitch thing is way out of my comfort zone, but I've always been too intimidated to stand up to assertive women, besides that was the best blow job I've ever had, I figure I will wait and see where this is going before I blow the sale After five minutes Jennifer enters the bathroom wearing a sexy black bikini, and grabs a pink bottle out of the cabinet and shakes it vigorously. "Amanda, I need you to stand here for about ten minutes," Jennifer says as she starts spreading this smelly white cream all over my body, from the neck down. She covers every inch, including my balls and the crack of my ass. "You will tell me if it starts burning, got it?" "Yes, Miss," was my only reply, which seems to please her. After about eight minutes my legs and groin started to tingle so I tell her and she orders me into the shower, and commands me to make sure I use a wash cloth to scrub all of the chemical off. I exit the shower and towel off, as I'm drying, I notice much to my dismay, that I'm completely hairless from the neck down. "Tell me Amanda, have you got a girlfriend, or maybe a boyfriend?" Taken by surprise at the question, I reply,"if I had a girlfriend, do you think I'd still be here? and I don't do dick, I'm not gay." "Yet," I thought I hear her say, "yes, you would still be here, you really want that sale." Jennifer says this with so much conviction, I find it hard to disagree. Jennifer bids me to sit on the bed as she disappears into her huge walk in closet. She calls out, "what size shoes do you wear?" "Ah, size eight." As she returns, she's carrying a hot pink bikini, with bandeau top, hot pink 3" pumps, and some kind of flesh colored jock strap looking device. She holds up the device and says, "this is a gaff, it will tuck away your clitty, and give you a more feminine appearance." "Woah, why do I need to..." Jennifer just raises her left brow and I stop talking. She says, "Amanda, you're a smart girl, and you told Ms Madison you would help her in any way possible. Now, are you backing out, or do you want to sell a huge life insurance policy?" "I want to present my policy." I manage to say. "I'm losing my patience with you, stand up." "Please, Ms Jennifer, this is all very overwhelming, and a bit scary, please give me a few minutes to think." "I understand, I'll tell you what Adam, let me help you put the gaff on, then If you choose Adam, take the gaff off, put your clothes on, come down, and we'll conclude our business, if you choose Amanda, put the bikini and heels on, and meet me pool side in 10 minutes. Whatever you choose, I won't mention this disobedience to Mistress." "Mistress?" I think to myself as Jennifer departs. My first instinct was to get dressed and get the hell out as fast as possible, as I gathered up my clothes I started to think about the money I'd be passing up. A million dollar sale would buy me a BMW convertible, computer, and quite a few new games. Maybe even garnish me a promotion at work, a sales management position would equal big bucks in 6 months, Susan looks like she can afford a high monthly premium payment. I sit back down and look at the bikini, and think "ok, these girls are really kinky, but, how bad can it be? I can help Susan out by wearing a bikini for an hour or so, write the policy, and be done with it. It can't be that hard, I just wish I knew what kind of help she needs, I know it has something to do with photos." Well greed wins out, so I reach for the bikini. I slide the bottom up to my hips, and thank Gawd that they're not a thong. I'm amazed at how well the gaff hides my 'clitty' (I shudder at the thought) and slip into the bandeau top. As I slip into the pumps, I think to myself, "I can do this," and head for the pool. I stumble a bit on the stairs, but over all, I find walking in heels easier than I thought. I walk through the French doors. Susan and Jennifer are sitting at a table under the shade of an umbrella, Jen in her black bikini and patent leather pumps. Susan in a bright red bikini and matching mules I pause at the sight of them, and think, holy shit, they look hawt! Susan is on the phone when she looks up. She eyes me up and down with her gaze pausing on my crotch, and breaks into a million dollar smile and waves me over. I see a look of surprise quickly cross Jen's face, followed by a smile. "Amanda, my dear, I'm very pleased with your appearance, come join us." Susan says and she returns to her call. I walk over to the table and Jen points to a chair and commands me to sit. For a moment I think she's pissed, but then see the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile and I'm relieved. Susan ends her call and turns her full attention to me. I can't help but squirm a bit as I feel her eyes bore into mine. I can't stop myself from dropping my gaze from her eyes to her nipples poking at their Lycra prison. I hear the humor in her voice when she says, "Amanda dear, cross your legs, it's not lady like..." Blushing furiously, I immediately cross my legs, and lower my eyes further. "Jennifer, time is getting short, I think we'll just run with a full glamor day at the beach look. Work your magic and make Amanda beautiful." Susan stands up and goes into her office. My eyes raise to follow her gorgeous ass, but Jennifer grabs my chin, looks me square in the eyes, and. quietly says, "I see you made your choice, Amanda!" emphasizing the name, "I hope you understand the full ramifications of your decision." She pauses to let her words sink in. "I'll expect full compliance from now on." I try to nod in agreement but her hand grips my chin tighter. Her eyes dig into mine with such force, I whimper a bit. for effect and say, "yes Miss Jennifer. I will be a good girl from now on." She holds her gaze a moment longer, and finally says, much to my relief, " good girl, you are the property of Mistress Susan Madison now, so you will behave accordingly," as she releases her grip. "That's right, play the roll, write the policy, and gtfu. You'll have one helluva story to tell one day." I think as Jennifer grabs her case, and says, "Ok Amanda, it's time to turn you into a model." My heart starts to race as Jen grabs some thread. "I need to thread your brows a bit to give them some shape. You don't mind, do you?" "No, Miss Jennifer, make me beautiful." I can see an evil grin on her face as she works on my brows, after fifteen minutes she sets her thread down and picks up a small pair of scissors. "Hold very still, I just need to trim up a few stray hairs, then we'll start your make up." She finishes up with the shears, and says, "Here, place these cold packs on your eyes, while I run inside for a moment, don't peek, don't even move an inch, understand?" After 10 minutes Jen comes back and removes the cold packs. "Here, it looks like you could use a drink", she says as she hands me a cold glass of white wine. I take a few sips, and set my glass aside as she starts on the foundation, taking her time to define my cheek bones, and thin my nose a bit. She then applies eye primer and while that sets, she lines my eyes with electric blue eyeliner. Jen chooses pink and blue shadows followed by a very black mascara. "I'm jealous of your lashes, bitch", she murmurs as she applies a second coat of mascara. Jen then fills out my brows with a pencil, applies a coral blush to my cheek bones, and pink lip liner to fill out my lips. "I see a bit of Botox in your future", she says as she picks up a tube of hot pink lip stick. She applies one coat of lipstick, and tells me to work my lips. She then applies a second coat, and finally a clear top coat to seal in the color, leans back to check her work, and says, "now for some bronze for that sun kissed look." Jennifer then reaches into a hatbox and pulls out a long, curly platinum blonde wig, and hair cap. She places the cap on my head, and fluffs out the wig, which she finally places on my head. After brushing and picking at the wig for about ten minutes, she declares the job done. Jennifer steps back, and I see her eyes go wide. For a second I panic, thinking I must look like a circus freak. "Oh my, oh my oh my oh my." Jen says with wonder on her face. "What? Let me see!" I say with excitement growing in my voice as I jump out of my chair. "Just you stand right there!" She growls, "Don't you dare move an inch, I need to get the Mistress." Jennifer rushes off to get Susan, and I can't help but squirm with excitement. I'm dying to look, but dare not move an inch. I can taste the lipstick coating my lips, and feel the mascara on my lashes, and silently thank Jen for the gaff, because I know my bikini couldn't contain a stiff 'clitty'. I want a drink of wine to moisten my dry throat, but dare not move to grab it. I hear Susan and Jen approach me from behind, and start bouncing with excitement. I imagine I look like a cheerleader without the pom poms. I hear Jen say, "Please forgive me, I haven't done her nails yet." "That's ok, you can do it after the photos. Amanda, be a dear and turn around for me...Slowly". I slowly turn around to keep my balance, remembering to keep my eyes lowered. My long blond hair is partially covering my face, so Susan says, "Lift your head, that's a good girl." My wig parts and I can see the pride on Jennifer's face. I shift my eyes and meet Susan's inscrutable gaze. "Jennifer, you are a true artist, she looks incredible, but I'm thinking that bikini is too much, it clashes, we're selling lipstick, not swim wear. Please go get the black tropical print and the Hermes scarf for Amanda, thank you, Darling." As Jen turns to go, Susan says to me, "My darling, you are a vision of loveliness. You turned out much prettier than I could possibly imagine. Be a dear and go fetch my cigarettes, they're over by the hot tub." I'm dying to take a look at my face, but there aren't any mirrors available, so I walk over to get her cigarettes. As I start walking Susan says, "Amanda, you're walking like a boy, you must place one foot in front of the other, not parallel to each other. Turn around, watch and learn". I watch as her hips swivel and she places one foot in front of the other. I notice that her legs seem to cross, and her knees line up perfectly. She turns and I watch her beautiful ass swing back and forth. I emulate her stride when I cross the patio to grab the cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray, I can feel my hips swaying, and my ass swinging back and forth as I come back to the table. "Very good, dear, you learn quickly. We'll make a woman out of you yet." I don't know wether to be proud, or terrified by her comment, "get through this, make the sale, and gtfu," I'm thinking while my mouth is saying, "Thank you, Ms Madison," as I lower my eyes. I can feel her watching me when she asks if I smoke. I say "Yes Ms Madison, may I go out to my car and get them?" "No, you cannot. My girls will smoke a woman's cigarette, long and elegant, not some short, fat, masculine cigarette. You will smoke Virginia Slims 120's, and never call them smokes. Have I made myself clear?" "Um, yes Ms Madison, may I please have a cigarette?" "You may." I pick up the lighter and one of her cigarettes and it seems to be a foot long in my small hand. I give her a light, and she thanks me as I light my own. As I take my first puff, I feel Susan's eyes on me, and start to feel self conscious. "Do I make you nervous"? Susan's voice startles me. "Yes, I'm afraid you do," comes out before I can stop myself so I take another puff. "You shouldn't be nervous, I really like you. No, no, my dear, you're holding your cigarette all wrong. Hold in-between your fingertips, not in your knuckles, like this." I watch her fingers as she holds her Virginia Slim near the front of the filter between her fingertips. I've never given it any thought before, but watching Susan's long, perfectly painted fingers really arouses me, and by her smile, I could tell she knew the effect she was having on me. I adjust my cigarette and I realize I'm sitting with my elbow bent, my arm up, wrist turned out, and hand partially cupped hand just like Susan, and can't help but be pleased at how effeminate it looks. I can tell she is pleased as well. "One more thing, when you ash, never flick the filter with your thumb nail. Use your finger to tap your cigarette along the filter, like this." "Yes Ms Susan", what else could I say? Jen returns with the bikini and scarf and Susan tells me to go change in the pool house. As I walk away, I hear Susan tell Jen to watch me walk, so I throw a little extra wiggle in there, and hear them laugh. I emerge in the black and pink tropical bikini, and Susan grabs her SLR camera. "Now Amanda, I need you to stand still for my photos." A look of fear must show on my face when I realize just how I'm dressed and they want to take pictures. Susan gets a concerned look and asks me what's wrong. "Wellll ah..." "Speak up Amanda!" Susan commands, "the light is fading." Lowering my eyes I mumble, "I need to know what you plan to do with the pictures." I look back up in time to see her left eyebrow raise and arch menacing, in a low voice she says, "You need?" Feeling sick to my stomach, I say in a high pitched voice "I hope you understand, but if these pictures get out on the web, my career would be kaput, my bosses Google us monthly, and if they see me dressed like this, they'll dismiss me." Susan's stony expression doesn't change, but I can see Jennifer staring daggers at me, and I know I'm in deep shit. "I think we're done here, you may gather your things and go." Susan finally says, and stands up. She turns to Jen and says, "start making some calls, we have got to find a model willing to work this late on a Friday night. I'll go to the Salon and set up the studio." Susan walks away without a backwards glance. Jennifer storms over to me and grabs my arm in a vice like grip. I can feel her nails digging in as she yells, "you stupid stupid cunt! You dare insult Ms Madison like that?" I just stand there with my head hung low. With venom in her voice she hisses, "you promised me you would be good, and that you understood the ramifications when you came down in that bathing suit! Do you think this is a game? The photos would never leave this house, Ms Madison needs the photo to determine if that lipstick you're wearing will make the fall pallet. If it looks good on all skin tones, she could have THE hot product for the season!" "I don't understand", I stammer, trying to break eye contact. "I was thinking about my career," I say with a whine in my voice. "That's right, cunt". She says while shaking my arm. "You don't understand, all she needed were two or three good photos, and you could have gone back to your boring little life with a couple more policies to brag about. But no, you had to go insult Ms Madison, and act like a Diva." "Do you even know who Susan Madison is? Do you even Google your potential clients before you set your appointments?" Shaking my head, I say "no", in a low voice. Jen just looks at me incredulously, "you're not a very effective sales person, are you?" Defiantly, I raise my head and reply, "I do alright. I sell two or three policies a week". Jennifer just lifts her head and laughs loudly. "Susan Madison owns the hottest chain of day spa's and salons in the SouthWest. She's expanding to New York City, Palm Springs and Beverly Hills. Her new cosmetic line is the talk of the industry. In three years her name will be as well known as Revlon and Paul Mitchell. You have heard of Revlon, haven't you?" I nod. "Just three little photo's, for her eyes only." She say shaking me again. "I had no idea, I thought you were playing some kind of eccentric game with me, you know, fuck with the sales guy, and laugh about it at the next Cotillion." Jennifer gives me a look that screams Bullshit. "Listen, Je...", a look of anger crosses her face, so I hastily add, "Miss Jennifer, I can't tell you how many times I've stayed with clients for four hours, only to have them 'change their minds' at the last second. You can hear them laugh at you as you walk back to your car, with nothing to show for the last four hours of work". She looks on skeptically, and waves her free hand, as if giving me permission to continue. "I'm sincerely sorry if I hurt either of your feelings, I'll take the pictures, I just need your word that the photos are never emailed, or posted to a website." Jen just shakes her head, and says, "you still not getting get it, look up in the eaves, there are security cameras all over the house and grounds. If we wanted to, we could post videos of you entering my room wearing a shirt and tie, and leaving it wearing a hot pink bikini and high heels." My eyes roam to the eaves, and a dreadful understanding hits me like a ton of bricks. She continues, "I can just imagine what your co workers would think about your make over on Hot or Not, I bet they will get a real kick out of your little sashay when you went to change bikinis. Or you jumping with excitement, when I finished your make over, they would get a lot of hits on YouTube. No Adam, this is not a game, we never had any plans to ruin you, in fact, Ms Madison took an immediate liking to you. She appreciated your humility, and politeness. Most of the people she talks to, feel the need to act snobbish, and full of themselves. Ms Susan told me you were a refreshing break from the snobbish models. If it bothers you that much, I'll make sure the security DVR is deleted before you leave." "No! That won't be necessary," I hastily say, feeling like a total ass, I reach for my wine and drain the glass. Steadying myself, I say "I need to apologize to Ms Madison, I need to make this right before I go." "Why? You don't owe us anything". "You, don't, understand, I was raised the son of a Marine, all I have is my honor, and I tainted that today. I need to apologize." I get down on my knees and look up at Jennifer. "Miss Jennifer, please accept my apology, I was wrong about your intentions, and have made a complete ass of myself. Please forgive me." She looks down at me and shakes her head in wonder. "I believe you're sincere, either you're telling the truth, or I'm the biggest mark on the planet. I'll forgive you this last time, understand? One last time." I thank her profusely, and she says, "get up, you need to hurry if you're going to catch Ms Madison before she leaves." I can hear Jennifer start to laugh as I hurry away and it dawns on me that I'm still walking like a woman, even if it's at a much faster pace. Ms Madison is not in her office, so I go to the foyer and hope she hasn't left yet. Jennifer walks in and I say, "Miss Jennifer, do you know if Ms Madison has left yet?" "I don't know, let me phone her bedroom". I follow her into the office where she steps around the desk, and picks up the phone. She dials a two digit extension and let's it ring for a few moments. "I was calling to see if you left yet". Jen pauses for a few seconds listening to the receiver. "No, I haven't made any calls yet, Amanda would like to speak to you before she leaves." Jen listens for about a minute before speaking "Yes, I think you should hear her out, She has a greater understanding of the situation. Yes, I'll vouch for her, and accept my punishment if you're not satisfied." Jen looks at me as she hangs up the phone. "Well, Bitch, you better be convincing because MY ass is on the line now." Susan enters the office wearing a gorgeous midnight blue silk kimono, with white snowflakes, and three inch blue Caribou slippers. She walks behind her desk and makes a point of looking at her watch before raising an eyebrow and looking at me with a frosty gaze. "May I approach"? I say in a soft voice. Susan looks at Jen, who gives her the slightest of nods, looks back at me, and replies equally as softly, "you may." I slowly walk around her desk and drop to my knees, I lower my head and say, "Ms Madison, I would like to humbly beg for your forgiveness. It was dishonorable of me to question your motives, and besmirch your good name. I beg you to allow me to model your lipstick before I leave your presence for good. I beg you to allow me to atone for my atrocious, selfish behavior, before I depart, Please forgive me." I stay on my knees, with my head bowed, and hold my breath waiting for an answer. After what seems like hours Susan finally speaks. "Well Jennifer, what do you think?" "I think this bitch owes me an hour downstairs." Susan let's out a laugh, and I sigh audibly. "Ok Amanda, I'll allow you to model for me, only because I need to make a decision tonight, but, I have conditions. My first condition is, from this moment forward you WILL do whatever Jennifer or I tell you to, no questions asked. If I tell you to stand on your head, and learn Russian, I am to be obeyed... Do you understand?" I raise my head to answer, but she commands, "EYES DOWN!" I immediately drop my head, so she continues, "before you answer, remain here on your knees, for ten minutes and think about what I said, think hard, this is your future we're talking about, when you have decided, come outside." Susan and Jen depart and I stay on my knees. I think long and hard about my past and future, my loneliness, my lack of social life, my career, and it hits me. Here I am, wearing a bikini, fully made up like a girl, and groveling before the most intoxicating woman I have ever met, and I like it! I actually wish I had real tits, and a ghetto ass! Hundreds, no, thousands of thoughts run through my head at the speed of light. Am I gay? I'm not attracted to men. Why am I so comfortable in a bikini and make up? I must be fucked up in the head. How did I get here? Why do these women have so much power over me? What other conditions will she impose on me? What's downstairs? As I ponder these questions I take a peek at the clock and see I have one minute left. One minute to decide my fate! Do I walk away, and always ask"what if"? Or do I go for it? I have no one left, no one to explain myself to, no one to disappoint, no one who loves me. Time's up! Will I, Or won't I? I walk outside, making sure I sashay for maximum effect and stop before the table. Lowering my eyes, I say, "Ms Madison, may I give you my answer?" After a long pause, she finally says, "go ahead Amanda, give us your answer." I remove my wig, and see the disappointment in their eyes before I do a headstand and say in perfect Russian, "Ms Madison, I accept, I am yours to command." Susan and Jennifer both bust out laughing, and Jennifer playfully slaps me in the ass, and tells me to sit down. Susan finally says "I don't speak Russian, but I take it you agree to my terms?" "Yes Ms Madison, I accept unconditionally." "Are you sure?" "100%." "Good girl, Jen, fix her wig, and freshen her make up, we have photos to take." "Ms Madison?" A wary glance meets mine, "yes Amanda"? "May we take extras, I'd like to keep and treasure them." A beatific smile reaches her eyes as she replies, "Why Amanda, of course we can darling." My heart swells with love for this woman. Jen fixes my wig as Susan sets up the lights, screen and filters. When Jen deems me ready Susan says, "Amanda, Jennifer will be standing behind me feeding you cues, I want you to follow her lead, and we'll be done in a few minutes, ok?" "Yes Ms Madison." I follow Jen's lead and after about twenty poses Susan says we're done. "Amanda, help Jennifer break down the equipment and then join us in my office, we have your future to discuss." We both reply "Yes, Ms Madison" in unison and Susan smiles. We pack up the equipment and as we're carrying it into the office I make a comment about wondering what I look like. Jennifer stops and looks at me queerly for a moment, and it dawns on her that I haven't seen myself in a mirror yet. She say's "wait right here until I call you." "Now what?" I think to myself, "these heels are starting to hurt!" I can see Jen talking to Susan through the patio door, but with their back to me, I can't tell what they're talking about. I watch Jen walk over to a door and open it. She steps through the door, only to reenter the office and wave me in. "Amanda, bring the screens over here and put them away." I put the screens away and watch Jen leave the office again, as I close the closet door. "Amanda, be a dear and pour us a glass of wine, thank you. There's glasses above the bar, and a bottle chilling in the fridge." I open the wine and pour three glasses as Jennifer reenters the office carrying a large envelope. As I pick up the glasses I see Susan open the envelope and say, "Oh dear, I see Donna has found a model after all, I wonder why she hasn't called... Oh well, we won't need you after all Amanda, we'll just shred your photos, you can change and leave now." Leave? Is she joking? What about my future? Fuck the sale, I want to wear make up, and bikini's, lounge around the pool, smoking Virginia Slims, and drinking wine! "But Ms Madison," I say in a wounded voice, and choosing my next words very carefully, "may I see the photos, and decide whether I would like to keep them?" Susan looks at me for a moment, the tension in the room is palpable, and says, "I think not, if these photos were to get out on the web, the last thing I need is for these to show up on some shemale porn website. It might soil my reputation. No, we'll shred them, and that's my final word on the matter." She looks down at the photos, and without another glance says, "you can leave now, you're dismissed." With tears streaking down my cheeks I bite my tongue and turn to leave. I can sense Jennifer's eyes on me as I walk to the door, and I pray that she'll speak up for me, but the room remains silent as I get to the door and turn the knob. Just as I open the door I hear Susan say, "Amanda, perhaps you can do me one little favor before you go." I spin around so quickly my ass slams the door closed as I teeter on my heels. I try to regain my composure and reply, with my eyes shimmering in tears, and with way too much enthusiasm, "It would by an honor." I know how lame it sounds, but I can't think of anything better to say at this time. Jennifer excuses herself and walks out of the room again, as I sashay back to the desk, Susan is examining my every movement, and my only thought is to please her."You are in my target demographic, let me ask you a question before you go, Please have a seat." I sit down on the edge chair in front of her desk, making sure to keep my knees pressed together, like a good girl, and with hopeful eyes, I beg for anything, everything, just a crumb, whatever I can get from Susan Madison. She hands me a stack of 8X10 glossy photos to look at, they're all of beautiful young ladies wearing tasteful make up, and hot pink lipstick, like the shade I'm wearing. "I would like you're opinion on these photos, all of the models are displaying my new line of cosmetics, if you would please, look through the photos, and help me decide which model looks best, and if it suits every skin tone here, will you do this for me?" With an enthusiastic nod, I practically shout, "Yes Ms Madison, thank you for allowing me to assist you." I know I sound desperate, and really stupid, but I can't help it. I look at the photo's starting with an attractive Native American, I set the picture down on her desk, and taking my time, go through the rest. Asian, Black, Jennifer, and finally the white girl with the curly blond hair, and pretty blue eyes. I stare at the blonde for a minute longer than the rest, thinking I've seen her somewhere before, perhaps college, but finally setting her picture down on top of the stack. Susan sit's there and stares at me for what seems like hours before finally saying, "well, Amanda, give me your opinion." Staring down into my lap I say in a low voice, "Please forgive me for saying this, your cosmetics look great, especially the lipstick, and it pains me to say this, but it looks best on the blonde, and not Miss Jennifer, she is the model I would use to sell the line." Susan stares at me for another few minutes, and without taking her eyes off me, push's a button on her phone, and says, "Jennifer, please come in." I hear the door open, and Jennifer walking up behind me. She stops about 5 feet behind my chair, sets something down and remains quiet. Once again the tension builds, and I can feel the sweat soak into my wig cap. I can feel the tears starting to build again when Susan says, "You would choose the blond for the ad campaign? I was thinking the same thing." I hear Jennifer snicker behind me, but can't figure out the joke. "Amanda darling," Susan finally says with a smile, "Jennifer has brought it to my attention that you haven't seen yourself transformed, please forgive her, after all the drama this afternoon, it must have slipped her mind, would you like a peek?" She's smiling! I think to myself, she's happy with me! I swallow the lump in my throat, and reply "Oh yes Ms Susan!" I hear Jennifer clear her throat, and rapidly correct myself, "Ms Madison." Susan gives me a look that tells me I got away with that faux pas. "Amanda, you paused at the blond model, may I ask why?" Susan says to me as she reaches for a different stack of photos. She hands me the photos, as I look up at her and reply, "she looks a little familiar, I think I've seen her on campus, a few times." As I look back down at the pictures in my hand, I hear Jennifer snicker once again, but by the time I turn around to inquire about the joke, she has a straight face, so I let it pass. I look down at the first photo, and it's of me, wearing the bikini, scarf, and heels, posing flirtatiously. The next few photos are at the same distance, full body, one from where I'm looking over my shoulder at the camera, I think, "hey, I got a cute ass." The next photo makes me weak in the knees, and I almost drop the stack. It's a close up of the blonde model I suggested Susan use, staring back at me. I stare at it for what seems to be 5 minutes, and finally look up at Susan. I look back down, and then back up as if questioning what I'm seeing. "Is that me?" I ask so low, that Susan has to ask me to repeat myself. I continue as if not hearing her say, "that can't be me, there's no way that's me, this must be a joke!" I pick up my wine glass and drain it in one drink. Jennifer says "Take it easy, Amanda, let's not get drunk here." I slowly go through the rest of the photo's and finally say, "Ms Madison, may I look at you and speak?" With just a hint of amusement in her voice, she replies, "you may." "How is this possible? Am I really this effeminate?" "The pictures don't lie, Darling, I knew the minute I saw you, that you had great potential, and that I had to own you." "Own me?" I say, still in a state of disbelief. "Yes, Darling, when you called to make your appointment, Jennifer did her research, she saw your picture on your company's website, Googled your history, and we determined that you might make the perfect addition to our family, providing you were submissive enough, and the chemistry was there. I've been testing you since you arrived, you were so polite, and tried so hard to please, plus the chemistry was there, so we decided to see how submissive you really were. You followed every command without hesitation, and though there were a few minor signs of defiance, we decided to go ahead with our plan to enslave you." "Enslave me?" I think, "I need a cigarette." Deep down, I knew in my heart that I would do whatever Susan commanded, that I was her slave. Susan laughs her musical laugh and says, "That is a perfect example of what I meant, my Dear, you said cigarette, and not smoke. You pick up things very fast, and don't make the same mistakes twice. A quality I must have in my slaves. Now, we'll go outside and have a cigarette, and then we'll go out to dinner and celebrate." I stand up and Susan adds, "But Darling, we have a couple of matters to attend to first." In her command voice Susan says, "Jennifer, go fetch my paddle, and change into something more appropriate, Amanda, let's go have a cigarette." We step outside and I light Susan's cigarette before I light my own. At her gesture I sit down, still in shock at the turn of events we sit in silence as I contemplate my future. What does she mean by slavery? She says Jennifer is her slave, but she's also a confidant, and personal secretary, will Susan allow me to get that close? We finish our cigarettes and she beckons me to follow her back inside. Once inside, I see Jennifer has returned, wearing a red silk Kimono, and her black heels, she's holding what appears to be a fraternity paddle. Susan sits on the couch and in her command voice says, "Amanda, take off your bikini and gaff." I immediately comply with her command, getting a hard on now that the gaff is off, and await my next order, "Get over here and lay face down across my knees, I want your ass right in my lap." I lay as she orders, and feel her thighs squeeze my swollen "clitty". Susan starts rubbing my cheeks, lightly slapping and pinching them, and my clitty starts leaking pre cum all over her inner thighs. "Amanda, control yourself." She commands, and brings the paddle down across my ass in one swift blow. I yelp a bit, and tears spring into my eyes, as she lays into me with the paddle. After about 20 strokes, she stops and strokes my back. "I'm sorry I had to punish you. Amanda, but you're defiance couldn't go unanswered, do you understand?" I try to stop balling long enough to respond, "yes Ms Madison, I'll be a good girl from now on." "I know you will, my darling girl, now go grab a tissue off of my desk, blow your nose, wipe your tears and kneel in front of Miss Jennifer, now, dear." Jennifer has moved to the couch and sat down in the spot Susan vacated, while Susan walks over to the closet and returns a moment later, to stand behind Jennifer. I immediately kneel in front of Jen, and keep my eyes lowered. Ms Susan now says, "Amanda, I believe you owe Miss Jennifer a thank you for her efforts today, don't you?" I nod enthusiastically as I say, "oh yes Ms Madison, she's phenomenal." "Well my girl, what are you waiting for?" Jennifer opens her robe, and I see a cock hanging there. I don't have to be a computer programmer to know what's expected of me, so I take hold of her soft cock, close my eyes, lean in and guide her cock into my mouth. After I warm it up with a few swipes of my tongue, she gets hard, and fills my throat. It is all of 8 inches long, and thicker than my own! I fight back the gag reflex and start working the shaft in and out of my mouth, holding onto the tip with my lips, so it won't pop out, Jennifer starts moaning, and thrusting her hips, shoving her cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I hear her say "Oh my God Mistress, she's a natural, she's so fucking good! And mmm keep going, just like that," I look up at Susan as I continue to work her shaft, and see that she's holding a camcorder, and filming every move, so playfully, I let Jennifer's cock slide out of my mouth, and tease the tip with my tongue, before sliding down and taking her balls in my mouth. I continue to stroke her cock to keep her on edge as I tea bag her a few times. Jennifer is continuously moaning now, but I hear her say "Keep sucking my clitty, you dirty slut!" So I go back to working her cock in and out, gripping the head with my lips, and she starts moaning louder and louder. All this time I'm watching her tits, (must be implants) flail about as her hands grip my ears and she impales my throat with her cock. After about 15 minutes I hear Jennifer beg "Please Mistress, may I cum?" While thrusting her hips back and forth, after about 5 more minutes of torment, I can see Jennifer really struggling to hold back, Susan says, "you may cum, darling." Holding my ears, and thrusting her hips, she buries her cock deep in my throat, and lets out a massive load of hot cum. I swallow as much as I can, before a small amount leaks out onto her thigh. I keep her in my mouth until she finishes her spasm, and remembering my blow job for this afternoon, I continue to suck until she's done, and flaccid in my mouth. I then lower my mouth and lick up the small puddle that I let slip, before leaning back to a kneeling position with my eyes down, and smile on my face. Jennifer leans forward and plants a huge kiss on me, burying her tongue almost as deep as her cock went. "Well," Susan says with surprise in her voice, "that was most certainly educational, it appears that our little Amanda has done that before." I quickly say, "no Ms Madison, that was my first time, honest." She raises an eyebrow and reply's, "well I'm glad you're a natural at it, you will find yourself sucking a lot of cocks from now on, is that understood?" I bow my head in acceptance and quietly reply "Yes Ms Madison." "You will call me Mistress or Ms Susan in front of others from this moment on, now come over here and clean up this mess you left on my thigh." The smile on her face was worth a hundred million dollar life insurance policies to me... Part two to cum ;)