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THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER THE SEQUEL
OR PREPARARING FOR MY LIFE AS A SUBMISSIVE T-Girl
CHAPTER VI
Now, time had passed until it was only three weeks away from leaving for
my life as the full time live in submissive slut with Mistress Anne and
Master Tom. On that Thursday evening, I had my nightly chat with
Mistress Anne on the phone. She instructed me to go tomorrow (Friday) to
an upscale clothing shop for young "disco" type girls and purchase the
sexiest, sluttiest, skimpiest outfit I could find. Then Saturday, late
afternoon, I was to go to the the beauty shop to get my hair done,
fingernails redone, and a make over with the cheapest sluttiest look
possible. Then she gave me an address that was only several miles from my
apartment to go to at 9 PM (I could take a taxi). She said it was a
party, and she wanted me to look as hot as possible, relax and have fun,
and make sure that I represented Her and Tom as their slut in training. I
took this to mean I was free to engage in any activity that I wanted.
I did as I was instructed, and that Friday evening (after getting paid) I
visited a very upscale shop and tried on several different outfits with
varying stylish looks. I settled on a open knit mesh apple red tank top
that barely covered my breasts, so as to show off maximum mid-drift and
navel piercing. It was transparent enough to reveal a hint of what was
(or lack of what was) underneath. I bought a very short red mini skirt
with a little flair to it that barely covered my ass checks, and a heavy
pair of red thigh high stockings to match the skirt and top. I also
bought several temporary body tattoos to enhance my slutty attire. I had
a red rose for my cleavage (that was now developing nicely due to the
hormones), a brown and purple unicorn for my left hip, and a large black
tribal design for the small of my back, then a medium size butterfly for
my right ankle. I also purchased a gold leather purse with shoulder strap
that was large enough for the essential items Anne had told me that a
slut should always carry. Like, cigarettes, lighter, lipstick, compact,
condoms, small tube of KY, breather freshener, small bottle of mouth
wash....just in case! lol
I chose the red candy apple 6 inch heels with the double ankle straps
that Anne had bought me during my week end vacation with them earlier
that year. My accessories were a gold wire braided choker, long gold
dangling earrings with zirconium stones embedded in them, and a heavy
gold bracelet that resemble more a wrist shackle than a bracelet for my
right wrist, but a dainty gold wrist watch for the left wrist. Also, my
body piercing jewelery was the gold septum ring with a captured gold
bead, tongue pierced bar with large ball ends on top and bottom, Prince
Albert in gold, and a gold dangling navel piercing curved bar with
zirconium stones. Also Anne had instructed me to wear the heavy gold
ankle chain with the rather large brass padlock that she had given me to
show that I was a "Kept Girl"! I guess I was soon going to be a "kept
Girl" as soon as I moved out west with them. Lol
On Saturday afternoon I dressed in more casual jeans and T-shirt white
tennis slip-on shoes for comfort, for a rather long walk to the beauty
shop, so as not to look trashy, at least until after my make over. Then
it would be difficult to look like anything but a slut! At least that was
my goal for the night. I stopped at a Pizzeria on the way to the beauty
shop for a late lunch so as not to mess up my make over by eating messy
foods like pizza. I figured two slices and a salad would hold me over
until later that night when the host of the party should be serving some
snacks. Even dressed this casual, there were several men in the
restaurant that gave me the eye, winked, and made it obvious they were
sex starved. I ignored them and enjoyed eating my lunch as slow as
possible since I had plenty of time before my appointment.
I finished walking to the beauty parlor and heard several wolf whistles,
and cat calls on the way. But that did not change my course to the parlor
since I was on a mission to be and look as sexy and slutty as possible. I
entered the beauty parlor and walked up to the receptionist and announced
who I was, that I had an appointment, and wanted to look as sexy and
slutty as possible. She said she had made the appoint with the same girl
that did my hair a few weeks back when I was with Miss Barnes. She told
me that Fifi was the best make over technician to create an "over the
top" look. I was rather taken aback that she was not shocked that I
wanted to look like that. Her added comment was, "We have quite a few
girls that like to look trashy on a Saturday night!" I smiled and thanked
her, turned around looking for a seat to sit and wait when I noticed Fifi
was motioning me back to her stall.
I explained to Fifi what I wanted and how I wanted to look for the night.
She said, "I know exactly what to do with you, and how you are going to
look tonight." "But before we start, what are you going to be wearing for
the party?" I explained to her what I had picked out for my out fit that
night. She thought about it for a few seconds and nodded her head with an
understanding look on her face. She just motioned for me to sit on the
parlor styling (barber type) chair. First she put my hair up in small
tight rollers, then put me under the hair dryer. While my hair was drying
another girl came over and did my nails with a candy apple red polish.
This took her about a half an hour, so by that time my hair was dry. Fifi
led me back to her styling chair and proceeded to brush out my hair and
style it in a nice bushy page boy look. Fortunately my hair had grown out
to a reasonable length to create a very stylish look, yet fashionably
short. As she started to put hair spray on it, I told her to use plenty
of hair spray saying with a smile, " I hope to be bedded, "used"
aggressively in the bed, the floor, and maybe even standing on my head."
Her response was' "You ARE going to be a slut tonight, aren't you!"
"Well, I will do my best to make you into the slut you desire for
tonight."
She pick up the can of hair spray again and gave my hair another long
spritz. She then attached a towel around my neck and proceeded to do my
make over. She wasted no time in applying a foundation, face powder, and
a light pink blush on my cheeks. She took great pains to align my
eyebrows with a light brown pencil, then using much darker eye shadows
blending the different colors together at the line they met. This
technique definitely made my eyes stand out. Then she applied black
eyeliner around my eyes in a thin line from the inner corner to widen out
at the far corner until it curled up at an angle to extend way past the
outer corner of my eyes. This technique gave the appearance of cats eyes!
Especially so, after she applied a set of not too modest length black
eyelashes. They were not as long as either the "Drag Queen" or "Vegas
Show Girl" style lashes but they did give a dramatic sexy look when I
blinked them with a surprised look on my face.
Lastly, she applied a Candy Apple red lipstick with a lip brush. She told
me this way, she could control the exact shape of my lips better. Then
she took a black eyebrow pencil with a real sharp point and applied a
thin black line around the outer edges of my lipstick. She had to stop
several times to resharpen the pencil. She explained, " We don't want the
line to be so wide that the black distracts from the pretty red color." "
Just enough contrast to act as a target to your lips to aim something
at." With a smile, I acted dumb, and said, "what would be aimed my lips,
I wounder?" She smiled back and replied, "You will know when to open your
mouth when you see it coming closer!" I knew then, she knew exactly the
slutty look I was wanting, and she knew what I was wanting to happen at
the party. The last thing she did was to sprinkle some reflective red
flakes onto my hair, and applied another generous coating of hair spray.
After about two hours in the beauty parlor, I was finished. I stood up,
looked at myself in the mirror, and gasped out loud, "Oh my god, is that
me?" "Its perfect, I look like a street whore!" She responded, "that is
what you wanted wasn't it?" I shot back, "yes, but this is so wild, but,
I love it." The last thing she did before ushering me over to the cash
register was to hand me the tube of lipstick saying with a smile, "You
will need this to retouch your lips after each encounter with with a
cock!" Again, I felt comfortable with her since she definitely knew what
my "special talents" would be during the party. I thanked her, slipped
the tube in my purse, and reached for my wallet. When she handed me the
bill, I was a little shocked at the price, it was way over one hundred
dollars! When I looked at the itemized listing, I knew that it was a
reasonable amount for their services.
I looked into my cash compartment, and realized that I was running
dangerously low on cash since I had spent so much on my outfit and
accessories. I pulled out my credit card knowing that I could cover it
after my next payday. I was really pleased with the look she had created,
her understanding of not only the look, but my intended sexual escapades
I was expecting later that night. I felt she provide services above and
beyond the ordinary. As I filled out the credit slip, I added a very
generous tip for her, signed it, and handed it too her. She looked at the
amount and thanked me profusely, saying, "I wish I were going to that
party, so I could watch you perform." "I am sure you will be the hit of
the party....oh, and suck one for me too", with a big grin.
I took the long walk back home since my cash flow was running low, and I
still had plenty of time to dress, and make it to the party. Once inside
my apartment, I laid out all of my clothes that I was going to wear that
night, took a "body shower" so as not to mess up my hair and make-up,
applied body deodorant, and spritzed on a liberal amount of perfume in
strategic places. Remembering, that I was ordered by my Mistress Anne
that I was to be on my last day of my period, I eliminated the old
tampon. I retrieved all the equipment, new tampon, and ingredients for
the retention enema. I mixed up all ingredients and added them to the bag
(with a little more alcohol then the recipe called for), and hung it from
the IV stand. Then I leisurely laid back on my bed, inserted the lubed
tampon and pushed the plunger to discharge it from the applicator. Then,
I inserted the vaginal nozzle deep into me as Mistress Anne taught me,
then released the valve to a slow trickle. I knew this way, I could
retain it until I wanted to let it out for penetration, if and when I had
the opportunity. I laid back and felt the warm liquid slowly fill my ass
as I stroke my cock to get me very horny. By the time I heard the last
gurgle of the fluid leaving the bag, I was starting to feel the effects
of the alcohol.
I returned to the bathroom, put away the equipment, and wiped my ass
crack dry. Then, I applied all of the tattoos I had purchased on their
strategic location on my body. For the next half hour I dressed in my new
clothes, since I had not purchased a matching bra, I went bra-less. I
felt that my breast development, while not really very much, that a bra
was not really needed and they did look like they were "budding out"
nicely. This way, my nipple piercings would be visible through the
fabric. Then I put on all my accessories, and filled my purse with "all
of the necessities a slut should carry" as Anne had put it. I checked
myself in the mirror several times before heading out the door. The walk
of a block and a half to the main street was very difficult wearing those
6 inch candy apple red pumps. By the time I arrived, my feet were
"killing me". Fortunately, it only took me a few minutes to flag down a
taxi. It was the first one that I saw, and it was headed in the opposite
direction, and he made a quick U-turn and pulled up to the curb, jumped
out of the taxi, came around to the rear passenger door, and opened it up
for me. I was so shocked with his eagerness to drive me someplace that I
forgot to give him directions.
He returned to the drivers seat, pulled away from the curb, then asked,
"Where to young lady". I inwardly smiled at that remark since I sure was
not going to act like a lady tonight. I gave him the address, and eased
back into the seat to relax and recover from the tortuous walk to the
main street. Within a few minutes, I was able to relax, and felt me
getting light headed as the alcohol gave me a euphoric feeling. By the
time the taxi pulled up in front of the building, I was getting very
horny, and anxious for some action. The taxi driver told me what the fare
amount was, then added, "If you like, I would love to take my tip in
"trade". I replied, "No Thank you, I lied, I am not that type of girl",
and handed him the cash with only a two dollar tip...for being so rude
and bold. Now, had he offered to return later that night and pick me up,
I might have accepted. But him wanting a $50 blow job in exchange for a
$5 tip was an insult. I opened the door my self and exited the taxi, then
slammed the door very hard.
TO BE CONTINUED
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