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As she sat in her taxi, travelling to the hotel, she noticed how foreign everything looked. She had never been to America before and here she was now, with little more than the clothes on her back and a small case which she had no idea about. The taxi pulled up and she got out, feeling tired after her long journey. The driver took her small case from the boot and she generously tipped him a fifty-dollar note. "Thank you Maam." He smiled as she extended the handle of her case, rocked it onto its wheels and then rolled it behind her into the hotel. "Lita Fox, ah yes, here we are, mini-suite 417." He handed her a card. "Fourth floor" he said and pointed to the lift. A woman in a bell-boy outfit quickly walked over and took charge of her small case for her. She soon realised that this was the sort of hotel where guests did not carry their own luggage; so she didn't interfere as the woman followed her towards the lift. When they reached the door of the suite, the woman opened it for her with her own card, ushered her inside and gave her the guided tour. There were two bedrooms, a sitting area and a bathroom. Lita had never stayed in such an expensive place before. She had no idea what the correct form was. Lydia took pity on her and tipped the woman fifty dollars in ten- dollar notes from her handbag. "Your deliveries arrived earlier today; I have put them on the coffee table in the second bedroom for you Miss Fox." "Thank you. Er, that will be all." Lita smiled sweetly. The woman let herself out and closed the door. Lita was weary and sank herself down into one of the comfortable chairs. It was nine o' clock in the evening. She felt emotional and clasped her hands together. It was difficult to know which feelings were real, and which were being engineered by her control program. As she relaxed a little, she thought back to her encounter with James on the plane. It seemed unbelievable now to her, what she had actually done, and she grimaced when she thought of how the poor bartender must have felt seeing them both disappearing inside the toilet on the top deck of the plane together. This didn't help her however. The memory of James only served to inflame her arousal system, which was the last thing she wanted at this time, she wanted to go to sleep! "How would you feel if I told you that James had booked penthouse four in this very hotel for the week?" Lydia asked teasingly. "Really?" "I've just checked the hotel manifold and yes, he has it, he checked in five minutes ago." "Why are you telling me this?" Lita asked, frustrated as she had planned to go to sleep but now the mere suggestion of her master's presence was impossible for her to ignore. "Well, I thought you would like to know where your owner is and thought that a good pleasure girl like you might be interested in making sure that he is satisfied?" Lita cursed as she felt a small but unignorable increase in her sexual arousal and knew that it would not go away now. She started to question whether she would be able to sleep at all knowing that he was just a few floors away, in the same building. "Perhaps you could go and check on him, you know, to make sure that he is okay?" Lydia seemed to be taking a sadistic pleasure in planting these ideas. "But darling he has already seen you in your lovely body, jeans and boots outfit. I think if you are to pay him a visit, then you should wear something different." Lita figured that she was done for the day in these clothes and started to strip down her slouchy ruched thigh boots, pulling them both off, folding them up and laying them neatly on the floor. She dropped her jeans down, feeling a stiffness around the crotch material where her juices had dried, and then stepped out of them. Then she unfastened the body and slipped it off, finally removing her underwear and put it all in a neat pile. She looked at herself in the mirror. The large, sexy tattoo down her side made her body look like it craved attention and the two metal barbels through her nipples made her realise that she had one terrible purpose and that there was no getting away from it. She had to try and see her master again. "Like I say, I will not allow you to try and see him wearing your smelly clothes from the day, you must wear something new for him if you are to go calling on him at this late hour." Lita huffed in dismay. She opened her case and saw that it only contained some electronics, toiletries, makeup, hair products and a comfortable night dress; but nothing to wear for a man. And then she remembered, oh no! She walked in trepidation over to the small parcels that sat on the coffee table. There were two small packages and two boxes. She could hear Lydia grinning. "Perhaps I get to find out what your choice was after all!" Lita opened all the packages. It didn't help, she was still faced with exactly the same choice that Lydia had set her in the airport. "Fuck it, I'm going red," she thought. She donned the tiny, provocative red dress. It was far too small for her enormous breasts but they had considerately packed a few pieces of double-sided tape with the garment. This was so that a lady could stick the edges of the dress to her breasts on the insides of her nipples so that she wasn't exposed any more obscenely than the dress was designed to do. Lita used all of the double-sided sticky pads to arrange the dress so that it was stuck to her without her nipples falling out. She looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like a complete slut. She was just starting to blush when she felt Lydia send a wave of lust through her and it was half in pleasure and half in abject humiliation that she plucked the obscenely high red stiletto sandals from their box, set them down, pushed her feet into the pretty toe straps and then started winding the ankle straps up and around her heels before fastening the little buckles closed. She stood up and looked at herself. She looked like something out of a porn film. Earlier that day, in the airport, this had been her vision of hell. Now she felt like she was in with a chance if she could just get to her master. The sandals were particularly difficult to walk in, her heel felt like it wanted to come off the side of the tiny area below it as the thin straps were the only thing holding it in place. She carefully stalked her way out of the lift on the top floor and made her way down the deserted corridor. She saw a door, penthouse 3, and opposite that penthouse 4, this was it! She tried to adjust herself in the shoes but realised that there was not a comfortable way to stand on these cheap heels. She cursed herself for not having chosen the pink dress, even though the shoes had been the same style and that this made no sense at all. She looked up and then knocked as loudly as she could upon the door. She started to pray that he didn't have another woman in there with him, and then she heard footsteps. Oh my god, she couldn't believe that she was going to be seen looking like this! Five minutes later, Lita was on all fours, propping herself up on his bed whilst he drove his cock into her ass. She was yelping and breathing quickly in a mixture of discomfort and utter pleasure as she felt him reaming his way in and out of her. She was still wearing her slutty red dress; it had been trivially easy for him to hitch up the back of it and she had not bothered to wear any panties for this late evening date. She still wore her slutty red sandals and as she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror at the side, she felt like she was little more than her master's fuck-toy for the evening. She gasped as he pushed his massive cock fully into her behind one last time before she felt him adjusting his position. When she had come in through the door, she had wasted no time in telling him how hot and bothered she was, and how she needed to feel him inside her. However, when he had tried to lie her down on her back and enter her pussy, Lydia had forced her onto her front, in doggy position and had made him enter her in her rear passage. "Haven't you even read The Rules, Lita?" Lydia had asked. "Well actually yes, I have," Lita thought, "but they say that you shouldn't have sex until the third date!" "Well, we're practising the slut modification of the rules. You aren't allowed to feel him in your pussy until the third date," Lydia had giggled. Lita had then moaned with pleasure as she had jacked her up with further dose of lust and she had felt him bring his hand around to her front. "Ooh, a reach-around, this guy is definitely a keeper!" Lydia grinned as Lita felt him find her clitoris with his index finger and start to work it around there. She could barely contain herself and screamed out in abject lust. She knew that she was forbidden from climaxing until her master was coming himself but it was unbearable for her to wait for him as she was, sat on the very brink of release. After another minute, just when she was starting to think that she would go insane from how good his cock felt in her ass, she felt him tense up and start to unload into her. The final twitch of his hand on her clitoris sparked her ultimate release and she screamed uncontrollably at the top of her voice as her first female orgasm smashed into her. It felt like her body was going supernova and there was nothing that she could do about it other than to shriek her lungs out and be swept away by the insanely strong wave of pleasure. Breathing deeply in recovery, she felt him slide slowly out of her. Like on the plane, she was once more overcome with a deep sense of love for him. She rolled over onto him, holding him tightly as he grabbed the covers and pulled them around them both. She slid her top leg over him and around his body, still wearing her high-heeled sandals, unwilling to let him go even for the minute that it would take to unbuckle them. Lita opened her eyes. It was light through the curtains and the clock said 9:15. My god, she had slept right through. She turned over in the bed but he was gone! Where was James?! There was a little note on his bedside table. "Gone to play golf, back later, pick you up at 8 O'clock, let me know where from, love you later, you sexy, sexy girl, see you. James x." She grasped it and clutched it tightly to her. Her master had not abandoned her! She got out of bed and realised that she still had the ridiculous stiletto sandals on. She bent down and unbuckled the straps and took them off. I have to get back to my room she thought, at least then I can put on my clothes from yesterday. The lift went 'ding' as the door opened and she stepped out onto her own floor. She held out her index and middle fingers on her right hand and had one of her red strappy sandals dangling from each as she walked down the hotel corridor in a white towelling bathrobe that she had taken from James' suite. Several people passed her on the corridor, her hair dishevelled and she had no idea what her face looked like, but she finally understood what people meant by the 'walk of shame.' She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally made it back to her own room and closed the door behind her. She wanted to flop onto the bed and cry, the last two days had been so unbelievably emotional. Whereas before, in the subversion environment which she now knew to be a lie, she had had Lydia as her friend, she now felt more alone; Lydia was a task master and was the voice of her control program. She needed a friend! "Hello Lita." She turned, surprised, and saw a woman standing in her hotel room. "Handshake complete. Identity confirmed. Pleasure unit A27," Lydia spoke matter-of-factly. Lita looked at her. She had dark straight hair, which was up at the back but which hung around her face, parted in the centre at the front, becoming blonder towards its ends. She was taller and slenderer than Lita. Whilst her eyebrows were made up and she wore a reddish eye shadow, her lips looked natural and the rest of her makeup was subtle and understated. She wore a beautifully fitting white dress with dark-navy side panels which only served to enhance the shape of her lovely slim figure. The skirt fell high up her bare thighs and she wore a pair of designer black and white shoes which Lita could see had little white ankle straps and the giveaway red soles of Louboutins. Lita put down her cheap red sandals on the table. "I'm Tanya." She walked over, held Lita's shoulders and then kissed her on the cheek. Her elegant face looked genuinely happy to see her. "Sorry to drop in on you when you've just finished the walk of shame." She smiled sympathetically. "Still, if you've been a dirty stop-out, that usually means that you've had a good night, am I right?" Lita didn't know what to make of her. "Who is this?" she asked Lydia. "Pleasure unit A27 is a Waverley Systems model X201, has version 1.64 hardware and an incept stamp from two years two hundred and seventy-five days ago. This unit has passed local security clearances, identity is confirmed and communication is secure." "Hey, it's okay, I'm a friend." Tanya's face went still for a moment. "Oh wow, are you really only a day old!? Unit number A56 and version 2.0, my goodness! Oh, come here, you must be terrified!" Tanya walked over to her with a look of genuine concern on her face and gently held Lita. "I knew you were a new girl, but I didn't realise quite how new. You must let me take care of you!" Later that morning the two girls sat at the table on the balcony of Lita's suite. Room service was serving them each a plate of scrambled eggs with smoked salmon with a large jug of orange juice and a pot of fresh coffee. Lita was beaming, sat happily in her new outfit, being looked after by her new friend. Tanya had wasted no time making her shower and had then sat her down whilst she had done her hair and makeup for her. She explained that they had a lot to do that day because Lita had nothing to wear for the party that evening but that it was okay. Tanya delighted in taking on the role of her saviour and was going to take her to pick up some things. She had brought some bags with her; some gifts she had said to welcome the new girl to the gang. Lita's initial suspicion had been overcome when she had seen the lovely dress that Tanya had brought for her to wear Lita had looked at her as she had unpacked the beautiful designer dress that she had had made for her and had got Lita to step into it. Tanya pulled up the zip at the back of the dress and Lita saw the lovely white dress with flattering, figure-enhancing pink flanks close tightly around her, fitting her perfectly around her huge breasts. "Yes, I had to have this made to measure, it isn't easy buying a size 8 with L size breasts you know!" Lita loved how she looked in it. She felt sexy, but it felt fashionable and sophisticated rather than the cheap slutty dress that she had worn the night before. Tanya had sealed the deal though when she had lifted the second bag onto the table and pulled out a smart box with "Christian Louboutin" written on the top. Lita had looked at her in awe as she had lifted the top and taken out the shoes which had sat in their own individual little bags. Tanya lifted the first shoe out and Lita gasped when she saw the beautiful smart pointy white stiletto court shoe. She took it from her, immediately feeling the quality as she turned it over and saw that the underside was indeed the same red colour as Tanya had on the bottom of her own pumps. "My god, are these really for me?" Lita asked, genuinely humbled. She knew that a pair of these shoes cost more than five hundred euros. "Of course, darling," Tanya laughed, "why not put them on?" And so it was, that the two of them sat, sharing breakfast, both wearing their designer Louboutin shoes and fitted dresses, looking immaculate and talking as good girlfriends. "My goodness, that sounds so exciting Lita! I'm not sure I needed to hear that now though," she confessed, "my husband was away last night and... well...I spent two hours dancing this morning, but I think you understand about our needs a little by now?" Lita reached across the table and took Tanya's hand. "Yes, I understand." She grasped it, she needed a real friend who had been through the same things that she had. Tanya looked into her eyes. Lita could hear a voice inside her head. "I'm so happy that you have joined us Lita." After breakfast, Tanya had taken Lita out into the city. She had taken her downstairs in the lift. Lita had followed Tanya's lead as she had strolled across the large hotel reception. Tanya had an effortless, sensual walk which was very elegant. She knew that she was stunning and paid no attention at all to all the people in the reception area who were turning to look at the girls with varying degrees of subtlety about whether they attempted to hide this or not. Lita tried to hold an arrogant posture as she conducted the only walk that she was now able to do, with more wiggle at her hips than Tanya was making. She was trying to emulate Tanya's confidence but was overcompensating for the fact that she was actually extremely nervous being seen in her short dress, high heels and full glamour for the first time in daylight. The expensive shoes and dress helped her composure somewhat though; she at least didn't feel like the complete slut that she had looked the previous night. Tanya had put on a pair of large dark glasses which Lita felt afforded her a screen of protection from the prying eyes. Lita herself felt more exposed and worried that her heavy eye makeup, pink lip gloss and Monroe stud was making her feel overdone at 10am whilst everyone else in the reception was much more dressed-down. "Don't worry Lita, you are stunning," Tanya told her quietly but matter- of-factly. Lita wanted to take her hand and hold it as they walked but didn't want to disrupt Tanya's beautiful walk, so she continued at her side. They walked through the front entrance, a towering glass opening which was held for them by an elaborately dressed doorman with a top hat. At the sight of Tanya emerging, Lita saw the rear door of a huge white car opened for them by a chauffeur. The two girls climbed in to the back. Lita's mouth was open when she saw the cavernous back area with front and rear facing seats, television and mini bar. It was all decked out in beautiful light-cream leather, polished wood and white knobs and controls. "We're picking up Anubis," Tanya said to the driver before flicking one of the white switches which raised the screen between themselves and the driver. "Very good Maam," they both caught before the soundproof glass slid home, isolating them in privacy. Tanya took Lita's hand and held it. She turned to her as the car pulled slowly away. "The girls are so excited to meet you Lita, it has been a while since anyone new joined us out here." "Is this car, yours!?" Lita asked, she was stunned at the luxury and had never been inside anything quite like it. Tanya scoffed lightly. "You've no idea have you Lita. I mean how much do you think a girl like us costs? It's millions and millions. A custom slave girl, grown to perfection, loyal, devoted, will never betray or divorce anyone, will stay young and perfect for years and will give better sex than any normal woman on the planet? I mean, you're the newest one of us and are only serial number fifty-six, there are not many of us; we are precious commodities. Who do you think can afford us?" She stroked Lita's hair. "Your master is far, far richer than mine in any case. Just you wait until you see his house. And you're only just up the road from us." She grinned, putting her arm around Lita's shoulders; her new best friend. After a while, the car made its way through increasingly sparse and exclusive-looking suburbs and they turned into a driveway which had been barely visible from the road. It passed down a long, narrow track between two other estates before opening up a little to reveal a small parking area in front of a tall white house which was otherwise hidden by thick trees around its sides. "Anubis is one of us but she is, well, a little different from the rest of us." Tanya had an odd look on her face. When the car had stopped, Lita saw the door to the house open and a woman walk out. She was tall with light black skin and long black hair which was parted perfectly along the dead-centre of the top of her head. Her hair fell around her beautiful high-cheek-bones and slightly severe- looking face. "I don't think I've seen Anubis not wearing leather," Tanya explained. Lita watched the formidable lady step down towards the car. She was demure and unhurried, moving slowly but arrogantly in her black leather dress which had wide, puffy shoulder pads, a thick knotted belt and a tight, knee-length skirt to it. She stopped and stared ahead, blinking her long eyelashes patiently until the driver got out and opened the door for her. She ignored him completely before bending to step into the back of the car with us; taking a seat facing backwards. She crossed her legs. Her shoes had incredibly high stiletto heels on them which she had moved effortlessly in. She looked Lita up and down and then smiled slightly. "You look very nice dear," she spoke. Her voice reminded Lita of Lydia's, only a little deeper and less playful. "Pleasure unit C11," Lydia interjected briefly, "communication secure. C11 has selected access privileges." "Thank you. I'm Lita," she smiled nervously, holding out her hand. "Anubis," she smiled back, a little more warmly, but she did not take Lita's hand. "Anubis is a secure dominatrix," Tanya explained, "she provides services where absolute discretion is guaranteed. She is extremely exclusive, some of her clients occupy extremely sensitive positions. She is a bitch." Anubis turned to Tanya, but this time she started to grin a little. Tanya gave her an icy look back. "Anubis is unique among us in that she does not have an arousal management system." Tanya looked back at Lita, speaking slightly spitefully, "And she takes pleasure in reminding the rest of us about our needs and generally delights in tormenting us." "What can I say, I have my own set of needs and demands," Anubis smiled unapologetically, "and really, what do you expect from a Domina? You girls worry about how to suck cock. I learn how to dominate, humiliate...... control. And besides, you know that deep down I love you all like sisters." Tanya's poker face finally broke and she relaxed into a warm smile at her leather clad friend. Anubis gave a little scoff of recognition but otherwise maintained her air of grace, effusing confidence and poise. She stared once more at Lita, making her feel nervous and small. "I'm sure we will get on splendidly as well. As I was saying, you look very nice dear...." She looked down at Lita's white Louboutin's. "If maybe a little too 'Tanya,' but I'm sure we can set that straight." The girls spent the rest of the morning making a few stops at some selected shops where they were all greeted like royalty and were fawned over by the staff there. Tanya collected a few bagged items from these exclusive shops. Lita could see that at least two of them were long, large bags which held thick, puffy dresses. The chauffeur helped her to lay these down carefully in the back of the car. Tanya and Anubis had grinned at Lita when she had asked about them and they had told her that there was a cocktail-dress code for the evening party and that they all had to look their very best. Tanya had also collected some other, card-sided bags which had pretty rope-like handles which looked like they had shoe boxes inside. Finally, they had driven to a very different part of town. It was scruffier, less clean and littered with discarded rubbish, with more people milling about on the streets. They pulled in to a back street and parked outside the back door to a shop. Anubis looked up at Lita, a predatory smile taking hold. "Come with me Little Lita, we want to make sure our Princess will be ready for her ball now don't we." Anubis looked at Tanya. "I'm staying here," Tanya said bluntly, "I wouldn't be seen dead in there, thank you very much Anubis." Anubis had knocked loudly on the metal door. It had black gloss paint which was flaking off and a worn glossy red frame around it. A young black woman opened the door, obviously recognised Anubis and ushered them both inside. After walking through the back area, they emerged from behind the till into the main part of the shop. Lita looked around nervously, it was a low budget shop which sold cheap, sexy women's clothes. There were rails of short dresses made from nylon, artificial leather, lace and latex. There was another rail of short mini-skirts made from similar materials. The mannequins were dressed like hookers. On the walls were numerous little shelves, each had a women's shoe sitting on it. They were all sexy but cheap, high stiletto-heeled styles. Lita swallowed. "How lovely darling, isn't it nice that you've found a new friend who can show you about town?" came what had been a rare comment from Lydia whilst Lita had been with the girls, "Anubis and Tanya have been incredibly helpful, I don't think I could have got you such a nice outfit for tonight without them." Anubis pointed to a cushioned stool in the middle of the shop. Lita sat herself down and looked up at her, feeling like a young girl being dragged out to buy her school clothes. Anubis made her kick off her Louboutin pumps. The expensive shoes looked completely out of place discarded on the worn, faded black fabric of the shop floor. Anubis spoke briefly with the woman from the shop who disappeared into the back area before reappearing with three white shoe boxes. "Now Lita," it was Lydia, "I think a good rule of thumb for your style of dress, going forwards, is something expensive, paired with something cheap and slutty. That way you can look sophisticated but crass. Classy but trashy. I think it will work wonderfully for you." It was as if Anubis and Lydia had been conspiring when Anubis continued, "We have got you really quite an expensive dress to wear for the evening, so I'm thinking something like this will make the whole thing a little more 'Lita'." Anubis opened one of the white boxes. There was no extraneous material for packaging or presentation. Sat inside, were a pair of the sluttiest shoes that Lita had ever seen. She didn't even know people made shoes like that. Anubis grinned as she took them out and showed them to Lita. "A cocktail dress really allows a lady to show off her footwear at the ball. Now, we just need to find the right size for you Cinderella." Then she heard Lydia whisper, "Lust ten percent." After Lita had calmed down from her experience in the shop, and after they had dropped Anubis back at her house so that she could deal with her afternoon clients, Tanya had taken Lita back to her room and had tucked her into her bed for an afternoon nap. "You get some sleep before your big night sweetie," Tanya had said, "you'll get to meet the other girls before we go and they are so excited." Lita had looked up at her new friend as she had stroked her hair, kissed her cheek and then soothed her gently with the duvet pulled up around her. As Tanya had got up to leave, Lydia had activated Lita's sleep mode and she had dropped out of consciousness. Later that evening the girls had arranged to meet up in Lita's suite so that they could all get ready together. The party was, after all, in the ballroom and grounds of the same hotel. They had booked a hairdresser and a second girl to come and do their nails and were taking it in turns. Lita had had her hair done and they had put a shiny, shocking pink varnish onto her long fingernails and her toenails. She had sat down and Lydia had done her makeup for her in her usual full style, then she had taken a white lacy G-string that had been bought earlier that day and had drawn it up snuggly against her underside, enjoying the feeling of the cool but slightly sharp material as it seated intimately underneath her and between her buttocks. "Whoa there, little girl!" she heard Anubis calling. She felt like she had to obey the dominant amazon even though she knew that she was also one of her fellow pleasure units. "What's with all the hurry," Anubis had purred, stalking slowly over to where Lita was standing. In spite of her obvious pleasure in humiliating her, Lita couldn't help but like Anubis a little. As with the rest of the girls, she found her directness and almost blunt honesty to be reassuring at a time when she struggled to determine what was real and what was not. Anubis already had her hair and makeup done and walked over effusing confidence from her flawless naked body wearing only a pair of black leather high-heeled shoes; her breasts and neatly-trimmed sex fully on show and a look of disdainful virtuosity on her face. Lita could see how her look would work so brilliantly as a Dominatrix and she was glad that she was largely on her side. A small, increasingly aroused part of herself was wondering what it would feel like to be her slave for the day though. Lita caught herself from putting her hand in her mouth and smudging her lip gloss. "Let's make you pretty," Anubis decided. She walked to the wardrobe bent over and lifted up the white shoes that Lita had bought for the evening, "Here, put these on." Lita didn't speak and would have found it slightly sexy to pretend that she was in fact Anubis' slave and was obeying her, were it not for how completely humiliating her shoes were. Nonetheless, she could feel Lydia pressing her to obey. "Yes, Anubis," she said, taking the shoes, slipping her feet into them and bending to fasten them on. She stood precariously on them, the heels were even higher than she had become used to. "How pretty," Anubis smiled, "I thought that you would like to see how you looked naked in just these shoes." The white shoes screamed "slut." They had closed, pointed toes and five- and-a-half inch stiletto heels. There was a thin ankle strap which fastened around the narrowest part of Lita's ankle. The sides of the shoes formed a pattern of strips with her skin visible between. But what made them so slutty was a long, leaf-shaped extension of the white leather which ran up the back of her calves to just below the fullness of the muscle. Lita had looked at herself in humiliated horror as she had tried them on in the shop. They were fully the preserve of a stripper or a porn actress. She couldn't believe that she was being made to wear them in public for a fancy ball; she would feel like the sluttiest girl in the room! Anubis looked happy with Lita's obvious distress. She lifted Lita's shiny red-purple cocktail dress down from the rail and slid the coat-hanger out. Lita recognised the colour as it was exactly the same as the blouse that had excited her in the subversion environment. She had a feeling that this dress was something from her previous life as it made her feel unusually aroused and humiliated in a way that she was starting to feel some depraved pleasure from as Lydia continued to slowly rewire her. Anubis carefully carried it over before supporting it and sliding the zip down the back to open the dress up fully. They worked together to get Lita to carefully step into the dress, avoiding catching a stiletto on the buoyant layers of crinoline on the inside of the skirt that helped it to float outwards and give it it's big shape. Anubis then fed the dress up over Lita's hips and started to fasten up the zip behind her. Lita looked around at the other girls, each at various stages of dress, hair and makeup, as she felt her bodice tightening around her waist and starting to lift her breasts. She suddenly felt a little overcome with a mixture happiness at their friendship and humiliation at how Anubis was treating her. She knew that the rest of the girls loved her though and felt like at least she was not alone any more in her new life. "I love you guys," she telegraphed over her internal system, "thank you so much for looking after the baby!" Anubis stroked her head. "You do know that I am only doing this to make you perfect for your Master, don't you?" Her voice was uncharacteristically soft. The other girls, each in turn, looked up from where they were and smiled at her. "You are about to look very sexy, new girl," she heard Tanya sending back, "I hope you are ready for a long night!" Anubis had finished pulling her zip up and was now hitching the dress up around her so that it sat perfectly. "It's not much of a sitting dress I'm afraid Lita." The mid-thigh length skirt puffed out a full two feet behind her at the back. "I hope you have been training your feet to stand high heels. Now, come over here, I want you to be able to watch this." She led Lita over to one of the full-length mirrors in the room and stood her square on to it, facing it. Lita was in obvious discomfort. "These shoes hurt my toes and the ball of my foot," she said to Anubis. "Well of course they do girl, who's foot is shaped like a triangle at the front?" Lydia interjected. "I don't want to hear you ever complain about your shoes again, do you understand? You will be a perfect woman and will suffer in silence." Lita sulked a little but thought, "Yes, Lydia." "Jewellery time." Anubis was smiling at her in the mirror. When Anubis the Domina smiled, it made Lita worry. "Tanya has already given you her gifts, but the rest of the girls and I wanted to have something special made for you, for your debut if you like." Lita felt a little touched. "We had a little bit of inspiration though, from you of all people it turns out. First up, a diamante choker, custom made for your neck circumference." Anubis opened a drawer in the nearby dresser and took out a purple velvet box. She opened it and wasted no time in lifting a three-centimetre choker up and holding it to her neck. She pulled the cold metal against her skin as she stretched it around Lita's throat before clicking the ends together so that it sat around the lower part of her neck like a collar. "Beautiful," she said unemotively. Next, she took a pair of large elaborate heart shaped silver-coloured earrings and one-by-one hung them from Lita's earlobe piercings. The large earrings made Lita feel a little humiliated, they were quite showy and were not subtle; but they were very pretty. Again, she felt that they were a little sluttier than she would have liked for such a public outing. Anubis smiled broadly when she saw how she was reacting. My god, she's a bitch, she's enjoying this, Lita thought as she watched her heart earrings dangle gently and shake with every little movement of her head. "Now dear, I think this piece really sets the whole look off." She was now smiling widely. She took out a second, larger velvet box and flipped the lid open. Lita breathed in as Anubis lifted out the little tiara that was sitting there. It was made of a silvery material and had heart shape designs across the front with a single, larger heart in the centre in gold and a few small diamantes and deep red artificial gems throughout the pattern of hearts. She fixed Anubis in the mirror. "You're making me into a complete bimbo aren't you," she suddenly realised. Anubis smiled but said nothing as she lifted the tiara up and set it on top of Lita's head, fixing it in place with a few carefully positioned hair pins. Lita looked at herself in the mirror. The look was so deeply affecting but she could not remember where it had come from. "And, finally," Anubis declared as she took the last box out of the draw and flipped it open. Lita looked down into it. Of course. She closed her eyes. Anubis reached down and lifted up the little chain and laid it around Lita's neck. She fastened the clasp and then stood back and smiled at her in the mirror. The name 'Lita' sat in diamante-encrusted cursive silver, resting between her choker and the top of her cleavage. "Lovely," she heard Lydia intrude. "Lust. Fifteen percent." Lita gasped. Anubis smiled even more broadly and took a step back. "Yes, now you can feel it can't you Lita," she said. "Anubis you are SUCH a bitch," Tanya called out, Lita laughed a little but then was brought back to the animal desires that were now being impressed upon her. In the mirror was the embodiment of another of her previous creations. It felt so familiar and now it felt so right for her. She started to feel like she belonged as the bimbo that she had been made into. "God, I need to get to this party," she thought. Later that night, after Lita had been the model girlfriend to James all night, hanging on his arm, furiously resisting the urge to beg him for sex, and smiling sweetly the whole time regardless of what the conversation was about, she finally got him back into his room. She was hot and ashamedly horny from spending her evening being paraded about by James, dressed as the sexiest, sluttiest bimbo at the whole ball. The other men had ogled her, whilst her friends had gently needled her about how unbelievably sexy she had looked. Lydia didn't have to pump her up with anything, she was sopping wet between her legs and was all over him. As soon as the door clicked, she had him pushed backwards and falling onto the large couch. She kissed him chaotically before bending down and jerking his trousers from his waist. He smiled at her enthusiasm and helped her to take them off completely, shedding his pants at the same time as she climbed up him, pausing only for a moment to pull her panties off before pushing him backwards and straddling him, still wearing her dress, jewellery and shoes. She fixed him with an ice-cold glance and said, "This IS the third date, right?" James laughed and then feigned fear, being mounted by this serious woman. "Hey baby, this is whatever date you want it to be." "Thank god for that," Lita breathed as she wriggled her body over him and quickly slid her dripping wet pussy over his hard, waiting cock. Lita allowed herself a couple of cycles of riding up and down on him for her own essential personal relief before conceding to her prime directive; her pleasure must be secondary to his. So she composed herself, tensed her posture, and concentrated on giving her master the fuck of his life for his first proper vaginal sex with her. She rode him as vigorously as she could manage, her dress billowing around the two of them, making her appear a little like a swan with the glamourous bits above and all the hard work happening underneath. She felt her juices running down and oiling her legs as she slid and worked herself up and down on him. "Oh my God, sex with a man is incredible!!" she transmitted in the vain hope that one of her girlfriends could hear her. "Yes darling, being a woman is a wonderful privilege," she heard Lydia smile, "you made the right choice that day in my office." "How much longer can a bear this?" she thought, watching her master near his climax. She reached behind herself and struggled to catch the tiny hanging zipper with her fingers. Fuck, it was annoying! Finally, she grasped it and yanked it down, freeing herself and releasing her breasts from the containment of the dress. She bent forward and smothered her huge tits into his face, throwing her head back and screaming as he put his mouth around one of her nipples and started to suck and kiss her. Finally, sitting fully back on him, she felt him coming and it unlocked her own orgasm. She screamed at the top of her voice continuing to fuck him as best as she possibly could until he was fully spent and starting to wince with her further riding of him. She looked at his face before she lifted herself off him. She felt so complete like this, she never wanted to let him go. Lydia made her pull herself off him against her will and she was churlish as she was made to strip off her dress and jewellery. But then, in no time, she was straight back onto James, lying on him with a leg around him and an arm across his chest; her man.