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Residential Marriage Guidance - Aftercare Xxx So, a sequel to a sequel or the third part of a trilogy? The idea for this came to me as I was finishing "Advanced Residential Marriage Guidance" and I just had to write it. You'll probably have to read "Advanced Residential Marriage Guidance to learn the characters and background and get the most from this story. As always, feedback on what you find hot and what is not is gratefully appreciated - same goes for my other stories if you take the time to read them. Pull on your pantyhose and enjoy - S.S. Xxx Kimberley sat at the large desk in the extensive study of her opulent mansion. She was doing some admin for her business interests and investments, a necessary but somewhat tedious task. A gentle, polite knock on the door disturbed her and she responded, "Come." Poppy entered the room carrying a small silver tray with a delicate porcelain mug of steaming hot green tea. Kimberley looked up and smiled, pleased to be served her mid-morning tea and pleased at the sight of Poppy. It was almost impossible to remember that only two short years ago Poppy had been her husband Peter. Poppy was wearing a black velvet, pinafore-style dress with a short skirt that flared out from her slim waist. Black opaque pantyhose, with a subtle shine, clad her shapely legs and she wore black leather ankle boots with a pointed toe, a four-inch heel and gold zips with a ringed fastener on the inside of her ankles. Under the dress, Poppy wore a white angora, long-sleeved polo-neck sweater, her large breasts pushing out the front. Her delicate, pale face was immaculately made-up with pink eyeshadow highlighting her baby-blue eyes and her plumped lips were painted in a red pout. Her platinum-blonde hair was now waist-length but today it had been carefully pleated into multiple thin braids that were carefully coiled around her head giving her the appearance of a Viking princess. These days, unless she was dressing for work or a specific purpose, Kimberley allowed Poppy to choose her own clothes rather than the maid's uniform she had been made to wear at first on her return home from Dr Swift's "treatment'. It both pleased and amused Kimberley that Poppy chose to dress as a fashionable, stylish young woman in her late teens or early twenties. Poppy walked carefully across the room, her hips wiggling, and set the tea down beside Kimberley before taking a respectful step back and bowing her head as she held the small tray in front of her. "Dr Swift called earlier and asked if you would call her back, Mama-san," Poppy spoke, using her, now fluent, Vietnamese that Kimberley had insisted she learn. She could now pronounce Kimberley's real name but the "Mama-san" nickname had stuck and Kimberley enjoyed how it infantilised Poppy, enforcing her inferior status. Kimberley smiled at Poppy. She was so sweet and submissive now, no sign of the arrogant abusive man that she had been. Kimberley considered having Poppy remove the dress and sweater she was wearing - she knew that Poppy would be wearing some hot lingerie beneath it as always. Black lace, most likely, the colour carefully co-ordinated with the dress, Kimberley thought. Poppy just looked so cute and tempting, Kimberley was eager to use her for some hot lesbian sex. However, she restrained herself. In a few weeks, Poppy would have made her financial target from working as an escort and Kimberley would send her off for sexual reassignment surgery, turning her former husband into the perfect little trophy wife for her. While Poppy stood, obediently waiting for further instructions or to be dismissed, Kimberley picked up her phone from the desk and pressed a speed dial number before holding it to her ear. "Ah, Angela, good morning, how are you, darling....," Kimberley spoke into the handset, smiling broadly as she spoke to her business partner, accomplice and lover. "Yes, yes, I'm good, thank you....." she continued, Poppy only able to hear one half of the conversation. "Ah. They're ready? Excellent. I can't wait to see them. Shall we meet at the Doll's House, at four?...." "Perfect. I'll see you then...." "Oh, yes," she frowned slightly, pausing to think, "Today's themes?" "Bikinis for the Dolls.....and Cheongsam dresses for the Kittens, I think," she answered after a few moments. "Mmm, yes, see you at four, darling. So looking forward to it," Kimberley finished before ending the call and returning the phone to the cradle on her desk. Returning to Vietnamese, Kimberley addressed Poppy, "Poppy, let the Doll's House know today's theme is bikinis. And Cheongsam dresses for you and the other Kittens," she told her in a commanding voice. "And have Parker bring the limousine round for three-thirty. You and I will be going to the Doll's House together. You are dismissed for now," she told the patient girl standing beside her. "Yes, Mama-san," Poppy replied in her high, breathy voice, "As you wish." Poppy turned and walked towards the door. Kimberley drank in her long legs and wiggling ass, looking forward to the day that would come soon when she would make Poppy her wife and submissive lesbian lover. She breathed a sigh as the door closed - Dr Swift's news was making her extremely horny already - and forced herself to return to the paperwork she was dealing with. Three-thirty rolled around and Kimberley was again disturbed from her admin by a gentle knock on the door. Kimberley again responded with the command, "Come," and Poppy re-entered the study. As required, she had now changed her clothes although her hair and make- up remained the same. She was now wearing a white silk cheongsam style dress, printed with vivid red flowers. The hem of the dress finished just above mid-thigh and the split in the skirt teased against her slender legs. On her feet were a pair of red, patent leather, platform shoes with a high heel and Poppy was forced to take dainty, small steps to walk across the wooden floor. "Your transport is ready, Mama-san," Poppy informed her in soft tones. Kimberley stood up from behind the desk and walked round to stand in front of Poppy. She, herself, was wearing a tight black leather mini- skirt and a white satin blouse with a black leather waist cincher that exaggerated her curves. Her long black hair was tied up in a high, pleated ponytail and she had carefully applied her make-up with dark purple lips. She wore large-patterned fishnet pantyhose and black, suede, high-heeled knee-boots with an open toe and laces up the front. Despite her petite stature and delicate Asian features, nothing about Kimberley looked meek or submissive. Indeed, her confidence and appearance would have had most men, and many women, falling at her feet, eager for her control and domination. Poppy had her head submissively bowed and Kimberley lifted her chin with a finger and stared into her eyes with a penetrating gaze. "Come, my pet. Time to go and meet Dr Swift and see my new toys," she told her with a wicked grin. She walked past Poppy and out the door and Poppy obediently turned and followed. Outside, at the front of the large mansion, a long black stretch-limo was parked. A man stood beside the open rear door. Extremely handsome, with swarthy good looks and a muscular, fit body, he was wearing a charcoal grey uniform coat and trousers and a peaked cap, with gleaming black riding boots on his feet. Parker, the chauffeur, had been one of the earliest clients for "Mistress Kym', Kimberley's dominatrix alter-ego. However, he had become rather obsessed with her and had ended up giving everything he owned in tribute to her. Kimberley had taken pity on him and had decided to keep him as a live-in slave - she occasionally found it useful to have a man around the house. She knew that under the smart uniform trousers, Parker had on a metal chastity device that kept him placid and obedient and totally under Kimberley's control, willing to do almost anything for the few moments of release she occasionally permitted him. Kimberley stepped into the rear of the limousine, ignoring Parker. There was no need for her to give him the attention that he craved and she knew that Poppy would have already briefed him on their destination. Poppy followed and sat on the plush leather seat opposite Kimberley. Reaching in to a small refrigerator, Poppy took out a small bottle of sparkling mineral water and poured it into a tall glass. She added two cubes of ice from a bucket and a slice of lemon before handing it to Kimberley. Kimberley smiled. Poppy was so well trained now that she often anticipated her mistress's needs before they were even voiced. Kimberley was still feeling extremely horny and, once again, she was tempted to force herself on the pretty, feminine girl that had once been her husband. However, she again forced herself to be restrained as she sipped her drink and watched the streets pass by on the short trip to their destination. Presently the limousine pulled off the street and through the gates of another large mansion. Stopping in front of the house, Parker got out and walked round to open the door for Kimberley and Poppy. The three of them stood on the stone steps of the house and waited a short while before another black car drew through the gates and parked behind Kimberley's limousine. From the driver's door, an elegant brunette woman in a navy-blue blazer and skirt stepped out. She smiled at Kimberley and walked over to her. The two women embraced before kissing long and passionately. Parker stood impassive, staring into space, but Poppy shifted uncomfortably on her heels. Partly she was jealous of the obvious affection that Kimberley held for this woman but mainly she was still rather scared of the woman that had completely turned her life upside down. Breaking off their clinch, Kimberley kept her hands on the woman's upper arms and looked happily into her eyes for a moment before speaking, "Angie, darling. So good to see you, my love. So.... Do you have them?" Dr Swift smiled back and answered, "I surely do. Would you like to see them?" Without waiting for an answer, Angie stepped over and opened the front passenger door. The figure inside was obscured from the trio on the steps by the door. Their first sight was of a slender, tan ankle and shapely foot, in a strappy high-heeled sandal with a row of glittering diamonds across the toe strap, step down on to the gravel of the driveway. The person's other foot joined the first, displaying a row of toes painted with a white polish, before they left the car. Standing and stepping out from behind the car door, a stunningly beautiful, tall and shapely woman appeared. She was wearing a tiny white bikini, shimmering with sequins. The top was little more than a set of straps and two small triangles of fabric covering her nipples and struggling to contain her large E-cup breasts. The bottoms were full backed and tied at the sides. Her glossy black hair shone in the sun, styled straight with a fringe and hung down to the middle of her back. Round her neck was a rigid collar, sparkling with diamonds and two matching bracelets were round her wrists. Diamond earrings and a matching stud in her navel completed her look. Dr Swift took a thin white leather lead from her jacket pocket and attached it to the taller woman's collar. She led her over to stand in front of Kimberley. The woman gave her a brief glance with her piercing blue eyes before lowering her gaze submissively. If she had any recognition, she kept it well hidden. Poppy, however, was not so discreet, gasping in surprise even though she had known this day would come. Despite the woman's obviously enhanced breasts and lips, Poppy easily recognised her as Diana, the wife of Peter's best friend. Dr Swift spoke as she handed the end of the leash to Kimberley, "This is Mistress Kym. She will be your new owner and I want you to obey her as you would obey me." The stunningly beautiful woman on the other end of the leash replied softly, "Yes, Dr Swift, as you command." Kimberley smiled broadly, clearly delighted with her gift, "Tell me. What shall we call you?" she asked, although she knew as well as Poppy who the woman was. "My name is Diamond, Mistress Kym," she replied without hesitation. "Excellent. Now Diamond, let us test your obedience. Get down on your knees and kiss my toes," Kimberley commanded. Gracefully the woman dropped to a kneeling position, placed one hand on either side of Kimberley's left foot and lowered her head to begin kissing her polished toes that extended from the open front of her boots. Dr Swift turned to Poppy and Parker and spoke, "You two. There is a package in the trunk of my car for your mistress. Go and fetch it for her." Silently, Poppy and Parker walked to the rear of Dr Swift's car and opened the trunk. Inside was the hogtied and gagged figure of another woman. Parker released her bounds and lifted her from the trunk. Poppy and Parker gently massaged her wrists and ankles to restore her circulation before removing the gag. They helped the unsteady girl over to stand beside Dr Swift in front of Kimberley. Kimberley inspected the new girl with an appraising glance. She was dressed similarly to Poppy, although her satin cheongsam dress was pink with white flowers and her patent, platform shoes were a bright bubble- gum pink. Her dark-blonde hair hung in lose ringlets to her shoulders, the ends dyed a bright pink and her full, glossy lips were painted pink with shimmering lipstick. Kimberley smiled at her with a slight air of menace, "And what do we call you, my pet?" she asked. The girl looked scared and confused, clearly recognising Kimberley, and glanced from her to Dr Swift, down at the kneeling figure of Diamond still worshipping Kimberley's toes and finally at Poppy. She showed a hint of recognition at the sight of Poppy and seemed about to speak before reconsidering and clamping her mouth shut. Kimberley raised a hand and slapped her sharply across the cheek, "Answer me, bitch. Don't you dare try my patience," she said crossly and Dr Swift grinned in admiration of her dominant friend while Poppy looked horrified. The girl recovered from the shock of the slap and replied nervously, "My..my name is....is Daphne," she stammered. "Daphne. How cute. Daphne and Diamond," Kimberley spoke in an amused tone before adding some authority to her voice, "Now, Daphne. I have two feet. Why don't you get down and worship the other one, as Diamond is doing?" she said, although it was clearly not a question. Without hesitation, Daphne got to her knees, lowered her head and began kissing Kimberley's toes. Poppy looked on, still slightly in shock. Peter's best friend had been Dirk, a successful businessman running a string of hotels and bars. He'd also been the originator of what they'd come to call "Fuck Club" - the regular meetings where they, and their other friends, had got together for kinky group sex using their wives or prostitutes or, sometimes, willing women they'd sourced on the internet. Dirk's wife, Diana, had been a very successful lawyer. She'd also been a "member" of Fuck Club, willingly indulging in every sexual perversion and actively enjoying humiliating, abusing and torturing other women (particularly Kimberley) for her own and the men's pleasure. Poppy was more than a little shocked to see her former friend and his beautiful wife reduced to this status, debasing themselves in front of Kimberley. Parker looked on with a lecherous half-smile. He knew he would never be allowed to touch Diamond; she was far too valuable. However, he also knew that if he was good, or more likely if she was bad, he would be allowed to stick his cock between Daphne's pert, round, satin-covered buttocks that were currently sticking enticingly up in the air in front of him as she knelt and worshipped Kimberley. As the scene unfolded, Kimberley and Dr Swift chatted amiably. "So, Angie, darling, what next?" Kimberley enquired. "Well, I'm thinking of taking a holiday," Angie replied. Kimberley had meant more about what her plans were for the evening, thinking they might have some fun together, but this news interested her. "A holiday? You're not thinking of stopping your work, are you?" Kimberley asked. "No, no. I just felt like taking a bit of a break, do a bit of travelling and see some more of the world. The past two years have been quite hard work, although they have made me wealthier than I would have imagined. I just thought it was right to take some time and enjoy that wealth," Angie explained. All Angie's "patients" over the past two years had signed their wealth over to her and she'd split it equally with Kimberley, making both women extremely rich. "Fair enough," Kimberley agreed, "And when you return?" "Well, when I get back, I was planning to take a step back and do more research, rather than working "hands-on" all the time. Don't worry, though. I've got a couple of eager young medical students in my class that I'm planning to take on as my assistants. With a little instruction, I just know they'll enjoy the more...er...practical side of my work. I'll introduce them, I just know you'll love them," Angie told her. "Well. I'll look forward to that, darling," Kimberley replied with a grin. "You two! Up!" she commanded and Diamond and Daphne stood, keeping their heads submissively lowered. "I better get going, my flight is in the morning and I need to pack," Angie told Kimberley, beginning to wish she'd delayed her departure. She always enjoyed spending time with the beautiful Asian dominatrix and it would be quite satisfying to see Diamond and Daphne commence their new lives. "OK. Well, keep in touch. I'll send you regular updates on these two and I'll see you when you get back, my love', Kimberley said with a smile. The two women embraced warmly and, with one last loving kiss, Angie turned and got back in her car before driving off. Kimberley waved before turning to Poppy and Parker. "Take Daphne to the car and wait for me there. I'll be with you shortly," she instructed. Parker put a strong hand on Daphne's tight ass and propelled her towards the waiting car, Poppy tottering along in her heels. Daphne gave a last, rueful glance over her shoulder at the beautiful Diamond, but did not resist. Taking up Diamond's leash again, Kimberley led her up the steps to the large front door of the mansion. The door led them into a large, bright open hallway/reception area with a white tiled floor. A wide stairway led to the upper floor from the end of the room. The walls were painted white and an opulent crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. The walls were also hung with erotic paintings and small marble statuettes of Greek gods and nymphs indulging in a variety of sexual acts stood around the edge of the room. The most striking feature of the entrance hall, however, was the four women standing in line ready to receive Kimberley and her new slave. Each was dressed in an identical manner to Diamond but in a different colour. While each of the women were different in their body type, they all had a common feature of large, enhanced breasts and plumped, enticing mouths. Kimberley walked up to the first of the women, a petite, pale skinned girl. Her bikini was a deep, simmering red, matching the jewels on her collar, bracelets and the toe strap of her sandal. Her long hair was also dyed a deep, unnatural red colour and was tied back into twin plaits, emerging from the sides of her head and falling down her back to her waist. Her face was extremely pretty, her skin and eyes perfectly made up and with full scarlet lips. The pale, soft skin of her body and limbs was adorned with a variety of tattoos, in the manner of a "Suicide Girls" pin-up girl. "Ruby," Kimberley addressed her, "this is Diamond. She will be joining you here in the Doll's House and I want you to show her to her room and explain her duties to her." Ruth had been the sweet, innocent trophy wife of Harry, another of Peter's friends. She had been completely unaware of Harry's secret sex life in "Fuck Club" until Kimberley had confronted her with evidence. Harry had tried to keep his beautiful young wife demure and obedient to him, pretending total love and devotion to her that she reciprocated, while he took out his most perverted fantasies on Kimberley and other women behind her back. Her treatment and transformation by Dr Swift, from perfect housewife to trashy whore had been a painful punishment to Harry. Whether it was something Dr Swift's treatment had created, or whether the innocent Ruth had always had a dark side that had been uncovered, Ruby actively seemed to enjoy servicing strangers sexually for money. She was also a willing and enthusiastic lesbian and Kimberley considered her the most "senior" of her Dolls. Kimberley handed her Diamond's leash, "I will send Parker back at eleven to collect her and take her back to mine," Kimberley informed Ruby. Ruby allowed herself a sly, knowing smile, understanding exactly what Kimberley would be doing with Diamond later. "Her special skill is "ass-to-mouth"'. Make sure all the guests are aware of that," Kimberley continued. She had had all her Dolls trained with a "special skill" that they were expected to excel at. The "guests" would be the male visitors that used the Doll's House as a brothel, paying large sums of money to use the beautiful, talented whores that Dr Swift had created for Kimberley and that now provided a significant part of her income. Ruby smirked even wider at that piece of information, verging on sniggering out loud. Ruth and Diana, such total opposites as women, had always hated each other; each trashing the other to their friends when the opportunity arose and sniping at the other in conversation when together. Kimberley caught Ruby's near outburst and smiled, remembering how the two women had disliked each other in their former lives. She also remembered that Ruby's special skill was deep rimming and thought of the times that the redhead's skilful tongue had explored her sensitive asshole. "On second thoughts," Kimberley spoke, "When Parker arrives to collect Diamond, I want you to join us." The thought of the two former enemies performing an intimate, erotic show for her before servicing her own sexual requirements was immensely arousing and Kimberley grinned. Ruby's smile fell slightly but she would enjoy time with Kimberley and helping to break in Diamond was not too much of a punishment for her. "Yes, Mistress Kym," Ruby replied brightly before leading Diamond away up the stairs. Kimberley enjoyed the sight of their swaying posteriors, clad in the shimmering, full-backed bikini bottoms, her mind on the delights that she would receive from her two slaves later that night. After the two women had finally disappeared from view, Kimberley turned to the next girl in line. Dressed in a bright green bikini, with matching jewelled collar, bracelets and shoes, was a striking Asian woman with her long black hair tied up in a bun with green chopsticks through it. Kimberley affectionately stroked her pale cheek and smiled. Like Kimberley, Jessica had suffered badly at the hands of her husband, Jake, as he abused her at home and sexually with his friends. Jake had been an extremely successful tech entrepreneur and Kimberley had been tempted to let Jessica go with a share of his large fortune. It had been Dr Swift that had persuaded her that Jessica would fail to thrive in those circumstances and that there were better ways to heal her. Dr Swift had helped her re-discover the sensual pleasures of sex and Jade now seemed happy in the controlled environment of the Doll's House. All her guests were required to treat her gently and in return she provided them with slow, erotic pleasure. Her special skill was prostate massage and she quite enjoyed introducing men to the pleasure they could experience by having their assholes penetrated by her fingers or toys or, sometimes, her strap-on. Jade smiled shyly back at Kimberley and gently kissed her on a precise spot on her inner wrist that made her shiver. Kimberley began to think that maybe she should invite all the Dolls back to hers later for a lesbian orgy but decided against it and moved on to the next girl in line. The next girl was far curvier than the others, her blue bikini top struggling to contain her F-cup breasts. Her skin was a glistening black and her full lips were painted a bright red, contrasting with her blue accessories. Her long black hair was tied back in tight cornrows, each braid ending in a set of dark blue beads. Kimberley smiled mischievously before raising a finger and twirling it in a signal that the girl should turn round. The curvy woman instantly shuffled round so that her back was to Kimberley and her ample rear, covered in the thin, shimmering blue material of her bikini bottoms was displayed. Kimberley couldn't resist grabbing those full ass cheeks, kneading and juggling them for several minutes as she admired the way the flesh jiggled at her touch. Finally, she gave it a hard slap that made the girl squeal with surprise and, perhaps, enjoyment, before saying, "Got to love that money-maker, Sapphire. Sure you're going to be busy tonight," with a wicked grin. Like her husband, Victor, Sheri had been a member of the highly corrupt, local police force. Like Diamond, she had also been a willing and sadistic participant in their husbands" sex games. Now, as Sapphire, her special skill in the Dolls House was anal. Most guests, many of them her former colleagues in the police, could not resist paying that little extra to penetrate the tight hole between her large, black, ass-cheeks. In fact, Kimberley was sure that if she checked she would find that Sapphire's ass saw more action than her pussy. Stifling a giggle, Kimberley moved on to the final girl in the line. She was dressed in a dark orange bikini with matching accessories and her long, chestnut-red hair fell in waves about her shoulders, down to her large breasts. Kimberley reached up and stroked her breasts, running her thumbs over the shiny material of her bikini-top cups. Instantly the girl's nipples sprang erect, protruding very visibly under the thin cloth. "Feeling horny, Amber?" Kimberley teased, knowing the answer - Amber had been conditioned to be perpetually horny and frustrated. The stunning girl could only nod, biting her bottom lip seductively to stifle a moan. Alison had also been a willing participant in her husband's sex games, although she had not been in any way sadistic like Sapphire and Diamond. Her husband, Hugo, had loved how eagerly she had given herself to any sex act he required. It had been part of his punishment that she was now even more eager to give herself to strangers for sex but would never again give him any sexual satisfaction. Kimberley lowered one of her hands and cupped the front of the girl's biking pants, feeling the heat there. Amber moaned in response and Kimberley smiled as she slipped a finger under the edge of her panties. Quickly finding Amber's wet sex, she slid that finger, quickly joined by another into her hot, wet pussy. Kimberley played her thumb over Amber's throbbing clit and was rewarded in a few brief minutes with the horny girl reaching a shuddering, squealing climax in front of the other girls. Kimberley withdrew her soaking fingers and slipped them into Amber's soft mouth. Amber instantly swallowed them up to the knuckles and Kimberley enjoyed the feeling of Amber's tongue stud playing over them. Amber's special skill was deep-throat and, later that evening, a number of guests would be experiencing the sloppiest, most enthusiastic blow-job of their lives as Amber's skilful mouth brought them to climax. Her fingers clean, Kimberley stepped back and turned to address the girls, "To work my beauties. Go make money for Mama-san!" Dismissed, the girls turned and wiggled up the stairs to prepare themselves for that evening's guests. Smiling in satisfaction, Kimberley turned and headed out the door to join the trio in the limousine. She again ignored the waiting Parker as he held the car door for her to climb in to the waiting limousine. Inside, she sat on the bench seat and regarded Poppy and Daphne sitting opposite her. She smiled as she noticed that Poppy had taken Daphne's hand to comfort her, their different coloured nails intertwining with each other on the seat between them. Daphne still looked confused and scared despite Poppy's caring act and Kimberley enjoyed that discoomfort as they drove home in silence. Once they were back at Kimberley's mansion, they exited the limousine and Kimberley led the two girls, still holding hands, up the steps and through the front door. The entrance hallway was similar to that of the Doll's House, although the paintings and sculptures were more artistic and tasteful than erotic. Again, like the Doll's House, Kimberley was greeted by a line of waiting women although this time they were dressed in silk Cheongsam dresses rather than bikinis. Kimberley stood in front of the line and Poppy and Daphne joined on the end. Kimberley grinned, enjoying the sight of her feminised husband and all his former friends lined up in a similar state, ready to do her bidding. She felt a large sense of satisfaction now that Daphne competed the full set of the collection she had set out to create. From her bag she drew out a smartphone and called up that evening's plans for her Kittens. She smiled wickedly, enjoying what she was reading and drawing things out to tease the nervous Kittens. Finally, she spoke, "Violet. Heather," she said pointing at two of the girls who stepped forward one pace to receive their orders. Violet was an attractive, curvy black girl in a vivid purple silk dress with darker purple, suede knee boots and black glossy pantyhose. Her black hair was a shock of tiny ringlets sprouting from her head and cropped level with the top of her neck. She had captivating, large brown eyes, heavily made-up with black eyeliner and purple eye-shadow and her full, enhanced lips were painted with a shiny lilac lip gloss. The front of her dress had a keyhole cut-out that displayed the full cleavage of her magnificent rack, leaving no doubt that she was dressed and ready for men's pleasure. Like his wife, Sheri, Victor had been a member of the highly-corrupt local police force. It gave Kimberley immense satisfaction that she, with Dr Swift's help, had been able to turn the hard-nosed cop from tough sergeant to street walker. In contrast, Heather was a petite blonde. Her dress was also purple but in a more pastel shade, with an extremely short skirt, her shapely legs leading down to a pair of extremely high stiletto shoes in a colour that matched her dress. Her hair was a light blonde colour, styled into a short bob that framed a delicate, attractive face with large blue eyes, an upturned nose and large lips, painted a light shade of pink. Of all the Kittens, Heather had had the most extensive (and expensive) facial surgery leaving her almost unrecognisable from the man, Hugo, she had been before treatment. Kimberley thought it had been worth every cent. Hugo and his wife Alison (now Amber) had been enthusiastic participants in their group-sex games and Heather was probably now the most willing of Kimberley's Kittens. In fact, Kimberley sometimes thought that Heather actually enjoyed her new life and that it wasn't too much of a punishment for her. Kimberley explained that night's duties to them, "Once I dismiss you, Parker will take you out to the main drag to turn tricks. Take Daphne with you and show her the ropes. At about eleven, I'll have Parker pick you up and take you to the truck stop. Put Daphne to work at the glory-hole there. I know you are experts, but I think Daphne could use a bit more practice in cock-sucking. You two can service any passing business you can find while you wait for her," she told them as if matter-of-factly sending them for shopping. Daphne looked shocked and horrified as the plans for her evening were given to her. She wanted to resist the disgusting, degrading tasks she'd been set but, to her own increasing horror, she found that she was becoming aroused by the thought of being used by strangers and that she could do nothing other than obey Kimberley's commands. "Oh, and Violet," Kimberley continued, "If there are any fines tonight, you will pay them." Violet nodded, answering with a soft, "Yes, mama-san." The local police were fond of taxing the local prostitutes both in money and sexual favours. Of course, they knew better than to take money from any of Kimberley's girls. However, the unspoken agreement was that they could use one of them for sexual relief if they stopped them in the street. This was extremely satisfactory to them as the Kittens had become known for their skill and enthusiasm in paying these "fines'. Kimberley also found it highly satisfying, enjoying the thought of Violet squatting down in a dark alley, sucking the cocks of her former comrades in the force. Kimberley dismissed Violet and Heather with a wave of her hand and they stepped back into line. She took a moment to enjoy Daphne's clear distress before pointing at another two of her Kittens. The first few nights would be the worst for Daphne, Kimberley knew. However, she had a wide range of punishments and humiliations for her if she failed to shape up. As well as spankings and beatings and extended periods in chastity, Kimberley could call on Parker to give a recalcitrant girl a thorough fucking with his large cock. Normally this would take place in front of the other Kittens for added humiliation. Of course, there was a kinder side to the girls" conditioning. They had been trained to love receiving gifts of clothes, lingerie, jewellery and shoes as a reward. They also loved being primped and pampered with spa and beauty treatments, mostly administered by the other Kittens but occasionally at a salon or spa for a real treat. Kimberley could also choose to lower their financial earning targets, taking them closer to being released from their servitude (in theory). Finally, she might reward them with some intimate attention from herself. All the Kittens loved being on their knees in front of her, meekly lapping at her pussy or rimming her perfect asshole and, if they performed satisfactorily, they would be allowed to jerk off to orgasm for her amusement. "Holly. Jasmine," she spoke curtly and the two girls stepped forward a pace. Holly was wearing a green dress with shiny, black, patent high heels and black sheer stockings. Her wavy, dark-brown hair flowed over her shoulders and her full lips were painted with a dark red lip gloss. Holly had been Harry, married to Ruth and had tried to keep his sex life secret from his wife. Holly and Ruby had been the first, after Poppy, to receive their treatment and had almost forgotten their previous lives. Almost. Jasmine was a slightly shorter, Asian girl in a white Cheongsam dress with a pale pink pattern. Her legs were bare but her black, suede high heels had ribbons that criss-crossed their way up her calves and tied just above her knees. Her face was extremely pretty, made up almost like a Geisha with pale, porcelain skin and a neat, red bow for her lips. Her jet-black hair flowed down to her shoulders, curled under in a long bob. Jake had been an extremely rich, tech entrepreneur and was actually the source of most of Kimberley and Dr Swift's current wealth. Unfortunately, he had also been extremely cruel to his wife, Jessica, and Kimberley which was why he now found himself utterly broken and turned into an obedient whore. "Once Parker has dropped off the other three sluts on the street, he will come back and take you to the Grand Hotel," she explained as if telling them about some routine task, "There's a stag party in the Presidential Suite and you two are the entertainment, so remember to take a few extra outfits and plenty of toys. You'll put on a good show for them, they've already paid extremely well for that, and they're allowed to perform Bukkake on you both once. But remember, that's all. If they want anything else, and it's likely they will, they have to pay extra. And they have to take you back to their room individually to do it, no gang- banging." She waved her hand again and the two girls stepped back, blushing beneath their make-up at the shameful instructions they'd been given and would willingly carry out. Shameful acts that they would later find themselves enjoying despite themselves. While sexual abuse and humiliation was an integral part of her Kittens" lives, Kimberley would not permit them to be abused by groups of men. At least not without them paying handsomely for it - she was simply worried about her pets being damaged by an over enthusiastic group that got out of control and damaged them, impacting her earnings from them. Finally, Kimberley turned her attention to Poppy who obediently stepped forward to receive her instructions. "Poppy. Parker will drop you at the Metropolitan Bar. You'll be meeting one of your regulars, Mr Jones. After dinner you will accompany him back to his hotel room for a couple of hours. I'll trust you to get a cab back here afterwards," Kimberley told her pet. She was about to dismiss Poppy and the rest of the girls when she noticed a small smile on Poppy's face. "What's with the smile Poppy? Explain yourself," she said in a voice the brokered no argument. Poppy blushed and replied, somewhat flustered, "N..nothing, Mama-san. I..I'm just looking forward to a nice meal at the Met Bar." Kimberley detected that there was something more to Poppy's smile and response than that. "Really? Are you sure there's nothing else?" Kimberley quizzed her. "W...well, Mr Jones is a regular and he's good company, you know, kind and thoughtful and an interesting conversationalist," Poppy attempted to divert the conversation. "Is that all? You're looking forward to a good chat? Come on, girl, tell us what's put you into such a good mood," Kimberley interrogated, putting on a harsher act than the amusement she really felt inside. "Well.... He is very good looking. And fit. For a man his age, I mean," Poppy replied haltingly, her cheeks flushing red in the cutest girly blush. "And?" Kimberley asked, arching an eyebrow. "Oh. Dash it. He's also very well hung. And he knows just how to please a girl," Poppy blurted, wishing the ground would swallow her up. Kimberley laughed uproariously, pleased to have pulled the slutty admission from her former husband. The other Kittens sniggered too, adding to Poppy's discomfort at her confession. "Well, well." Kimberley finally replied, teasingly, "You really are such a little trollop, Poppy. Still I don't suppose there's too much harm in my tarts enjoying their work." She thought for a second before continuing, deciding to make that nights work a little more challenging for her sissy whores. "Tonight and tomorrow are our busiest nights. But after that is Sunday, usually our quietest. Here's a little challenge for you all. The girl that makes the most in tips in total for tonight and tomorrow can have Sunday off. Remember that every little extra counts to your targets and getting back to your wives faster." Kimberley told the group. The Kittens all took her words on board. Making their targets and getting back to their wives was the most important thing in the Kittens" lives. However, while they might fantasise about a loving reunion and a return to some form of normality, only Kimberley knew what was actually going to happen. Once a Kitten had reached their money-making target, Kimberley would have them sent for sex-reassignment surgery. After that, they would be reunited with their wives, but as handmaidens not husbands, and join them working as high-class prostitutes in the Doll's House. The girls all looked happy and eager at the announcement, except for Poppy who had a small pout. Kimberley thought for a second more before continuing, "And whichever one of you bitches wins the night off can choose one of the other Kittens to accompany her to their room," she told them. That brightened Poppy's face a little. As the girl with the fewest customers, Poppy had the smallest chance of winning Kimberley's competition. However, she knew she had a good chance of being picked to have some fun with the winner. Poppy was extremely popular with the other Kittens despite, in many ways, being responsible for their current predicament. Kimberley didn't know what it was that Poppy did to make her so loved by the other girls. No doubt something totally depraved and obscene, Kimberley considered, before deciding it was probably best not to know and didn't really matter anyway. If it kept the other Kittens placid and obedient (and it did) that was all to the good, really. Kimberley clapped her hands and the line of girls turned and walked out the room, leaving nothing more than a tantalising cloud of girly, flowery perfume as the sound of their heels on the marble floor clicked away. Kimberley returned to her study and sat at her desk, opening up her own diary for the evening on her tablet. She had two clients that evening. The first was a regular who she could easily put under her desk and have him do nothing but worship her feet for his entire booking, knowing he would be pathetically grateful for that privilege. The second was the town Mayor. He had been persuaded by one of his advisors (another one of Kimberley's obedient minions) to visit a dominatrix for the first time and Kimberley was looking forward to making him her little bitch. She was sure a man in his position would be quite useful to her, once she had properly broken him, of course. The time up to and during her first booking would give her the opportunity to think and do some research on an idea that had been growing in her mind since Angie had told her of her holiday plans. Perhaps it was time to take a break, now her revenge on her husband and his friends was complete? The only question was where to go. She thought that a return to the village of her birth might be in order. After all, there were a number of men there that had also been cruel to her in the past and she now had the money and the means to get even with them too. As she developed her thinking, she considered that there was a couple of things that would need covered if she was absent for a while. In a moment of inspiration, she considered a solution to that issue and picked up her phone. The phone at the other end picked up promptly and Kimberley spoke, "Hi Yvonne, Kimberley here. How are you?" "..." "Yes, I'm fine too. I just took delivery of a new Doll and matching Kitten from Angie. They're just prefect, can't wait for you to see them. Anyway, I have a proposition for you...." Kimberley was interrupted. "..." "No! Not that!," she laughed to the suggestion from the other end, "You have such a dirty mind. No, this was more of a business proposition. Although I think we might find time to consider your suggestion there too. If you're free tomorrow, why don't you come over and we can discuss it?" "..." Kimberley smiled, "Yes. Of course you should bring Rose. The Kittens have plenty of pretty panties that need hand-washing, I'm sure we can keep her busy. Great. See you about eleven." Kimberly hung up after the arrangements had been made. She smiled wider. Yes, her work wasn't yet completely finished but she could see clearly what the next steps would entail. And she was very much looking forward to carrying them out. xxx