The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Suzi pulled into her driveway, as panic struck. Her husband’s BMW was parked in its usual spot, in front of the garage door. He had arrived home early.

All the way home, she had dreaded facing him with the new hairstyle that John had just imposed on her. Arthur had voiced concerned disapproval when she started wearing heavier makeup and shorter skirts. He had voiced an even stronger disapproval when she arrived home with the blonde streaks bleached into the front of her hair. He kept citing that decent women didn’t dye their hair. Now, she had no alternative, but to confront him, and again try to explain away another new look.

She sheepishly entered the drawing room to find Arthur seated at his large drawing table.

He glanced up at her before looking back at the drawing he was working on. Pausing for a moment, he suddenly whipped his head around and stared in disbelief, at a wife he no longer recognized.

“Suzanne? What the fuck have you done to yourself this time?” He bellowed.

Suzi’s eyes dropped to the floor as she felt the blood rise into her face.

“Don’t you like it?” She asked, hoping beyond reason that perhaps, somehow, he might find her more attractive. “If only he had the same taste in women that John had.” She thought to herself.

“Like it?” He shouted. “You look like a fucking tart! What the hell has gotten into you lately, some kind of mid life crisis? Look at yourself. Look at your hair! I hope to Christ that shit washes out!”

“I just want to look sexier for you, that’s all.” She said, trying to force a smile. “It’s just that... Well, we hardly ever make love anymore.”

She glanced down at the lump rising in the front of his pants.

He quickly shifted his position, trying to hide his obvious arousal.

“So you do find me attractive.” She pressed, reaching down to fondle his swollen manhood.

He quickly grabbed her wrist, before her hand could find its mark.

“In a cheap kind of way, yes.” He answered. “But certainly not like a man would look at his wife. What the hell were you reaching for?”

“Arthur, please. Let me suck your cock. I promise you’ll enjoy it. We never do anything kinky.”

As the words left her lips, she couldn’t believe what she had just heard herself say.

“Suzanne!” He bellowed again. “Where the hell are you getting this stuff?”

“Please Arthur? If I can’t suck your cock, then at least fuck me!” She pleaded; again the words she had uttered came as a complete surprise.

“That’s enough!” He shouted. “Now you go upstairs and wash that shit out of your hair. Then scrape off all that fucking makeup and change into something decent.”

“It won’t wash out.” She countered. “It’s been bleached, Arthur. It’s permanent! And I like the way I look, so you’d better get used to it!”

With that statement, she turned and stormed out of the house, leaving Arthur standing with a shocked look on his face.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she strutted to her car, climbed inside, slammed the door and started the engine. She wondered what was happening to her. God, she was horny. Maybe she could go downtown and find someone willing to fuck her. After all, she rationalized, she had made herself available to her husband and he had turned her down.

She slammed the car in reverse and recklessly lurched backward into the street, causing a passing motorist to slam on his brakes and lay on the horn. Without thinking, she quickly gave him the finger and sped off toward town.

John cursed as he walked, dripping wet, from the shower to the phone ringing on the nightstand. “Hello?”

“John?” The voice said, “I’ve got to see you. Tonight.”

“Suzi?” John said, half annoyed. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“John, I just had a big fight with Arthur. God, I’m so horny. Please John, I really need to see you. Please?”

John sighed, realizing that he had to find a way out of the situation he had inadvertently created. “Look Suzi, there’s no way. I have plans for dinner tonight and I can’t be late.”

“Of course, John.” Suzi allowed. “I promise, I’ll leave as soon as we’re done. It’s just that, God I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Not tonight, okay? Look, we’ll make it another time. Just not tonight.”

As John hung up the phone, he cursed silently to himself. “Fuckin’ horny bitch!”

Half way across town, a dejected Suzi stopped for a red light and began to wonder what else she would have to do in order to win John’s favor. She lifted her short skirt and began gently running her fingers through her thick, dark bush. Her middle finger instinctively began to lightly touch her swollen clitoris. Her breathing began to quicken.

Suddenly, she was startled by the sound of an air horn, as she realized a trucker had pulled up beside her and was watching her every move.

She stared up through the sunroof, as the trucker motioned for her to roll down the window.

Without thinking, she reached for the power window button and lowered the passenger side glass. He was not a bad looking man, she thought. A little older maybe, and he needed a shave, but not bad looking.

“Hey, little lady!” He yelled. “I can help you with that.”

She heard herself say, “Okay, Cowboy. Lead the way.”

“What was she doing? She thought. “This is how women get raped and killed. God, she felt so horny.”

As the big rig finally pulled off into a truck stop, she pulled in behind it and proceeded to walk up to the driver’s door.

He motioned to the sleeper with his thumb and she nodded.

Once inside, she proceeded to suck and fuck for all she was worth, riding his thick cock from one shattering climax to the next. She felt like such a slut. What was becoming of her? Where would it end?

John arrive at the restaurant just as Heather was climbing out of her car. She looked even better than Jennifer had described her. He introduced himself and invited her inside to discuss the job she was interviewing for.

As usual, John was greeted by the owner and escorted to a private booth in the rear of the popular eating establishment.

“So Heather,” John began, “I understand you are looking to work in a more upscale salon?”

Heather nodded as she answered. “Yes, that’s right. I’m working for a Mall salon at the moment. Your secretary, Jennifer, told me you were looking to add some more girls to your salon. And to be honest, I was really hoping to make a little more money.”

John smiled. “Well if things go as planned, you’ll have the potential to make a lot more money. So how long have you known Jennifer?”

“Since high school, I guess. Jeez, the last time I saw her, I hardly recognized her. I would love to get my hands on Jennifer’s hair.” She continued. “It’s so bleached and damaged.”

John chuckled to himself. He had already made mental plans for his new potential acquisition. Her hair appeared to be naturally blonde and John considered all the possibilities, working with hair already so light.

“You don’t approve of Jennifer’s new look?” He questioned.

“Well to be honest with you.” Heather began. “I think she looks kinda cheap, don’t you?”

“Yes, definitely!” John said with a grin.

John began to concentrate his stare into Heather’s eyes, as he reached out and took both of her hands.

“You know you are a very beautiful girl.” He said, without looking away.

Heather’s face began to redden, as she instinctively began to feel a little uncomfortable.

She had agreed to this meeting under the premise of it being a job interview. She silently cursed Jennifer for getting her into this situation. She didn’t quite know how to respond to this older man, who was now obviously hitting on her. As she looked back into John’s eyes, she began to try to figure out how to tactfully ward off his advances.

She suddenly found herself noticing, for the first time, just how clear and blue John’s eyes were. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She tried to look away, but found she could not. An indescribable calm, euphoric feeling suddenly came over her.

“Heather can you hear me?” John began in a soft, almost inaudible voice.

“Yes, I can hear you.” Heather replied, her voice lacking all expression.

“How do you feel?”

“Mmmm, very relaxed.” Replied Heather, contently.

“Good.” Said John in a soothing voice. “Now, I’m going to give you some instructions...”

Suzi climbed down from the cab of the big eighteen-wheeler.

Taking three steps toward her car, she stopped to retrieve a Kleenex from her purse. She looked around nervously as she reached down and quickly dabbed at the thick, milky substance that had begun to run down the inside of her leg. Her pussy was still throbbing and she still felt congested deep within her womanhood. It suddenly dawned on her that she had just fucked a truck driver.

“God,” she thought to herself. “What the hell is happening to me?”

She reached her car, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door. Flopping down in the seat, she pulled the visor down and studied her face in the mirror. A long section of bleached hair fell across her eye and she instinctively pushed it back, trying to make it stay behind her ear. She redid her crimson lipstick and fluffed the back of her hair, turning her head from side to side. She was trying to get used to the way she looked now that John had taken charge of her appearance. If John intended to make her hair all blonde, she wished he would go ahead and do it. Having her hair just bleached in the front, only served to amplify the fact that her hair was dyed. The feeling still made her feel uncomfortable.

John had gone to great lengths to be sure all his girls were still capable of feeling shame and embarrassment at the way they looked.

“Maybe if it were all blonde”, she imagined, “At least no one would know how dark my hair actually was. Maybe I could surprise John and ask Barbi to do it for me tomorrow?”

She turned the key in the ignition, causing the engine to start.

“No, on second thought,” she thought to herself, “Maybe I could just stop by a drugstore and pick up a bottle of Clairol or something.” A smile of satisfaction crossed her face.

“That’s it, I’ll just do it myself.” She mused. “It can’t be that hard. Women dye their hair all the time.”

As she pulled out into traffic, her only thought was finding a drugstore and renting a motel room, so she could start bleaching her hair. She was sure John would be pleased and reward her for taking the initiative, by trying to look sexy for him. Besides, if it were all one color, at least it wouldn’t attract so much attention, even if it was bleached blonde.

Twenty minutes later, she found herself nervously searching through rows of hair dye. She was trying to find something to dump on her hair that would make the back match the front. Finally, she settled on some Lady Clairol with a pretty blonde on the box. She walked over to the cosmetics isle and held the box up next to the bleached hair surrounding her face. Looking into the mirror, she mused that it was almost a perfect match.

Once in the motel room, she read the directions and nervously poured the contents of the little brown bottle into the large plastic bottle containing the developer. Pulling on the crude plastic gloves, she proceeded to push the nozzle into the dark hair at the back of her head. She carefully squeezed some of the pale blue liquid onto her virgin hair and began working it in with her other hand. As she worked her way around the rest of her head, it dawned on her that she hadn’t a clue as to what she was doing. Slowly, however, the hair began to lighten and Suzi became more confident as she watched herself in the mirror.

After an hour, her hair had only achieved an obviously fake looking, bright orange. Suzi panicked. She knew John would be furious if he saw her hair looking like this.

Soon, she was back at the drugstore buying two more bleach kits. The man at the checkout counter made eye contact with a good looking, young man standing in line behind her. She could tell they were having a private laugh at her expense. Her face reddened and she felt like crawling in a hole, but she had no choice but to pay for the bleach and leave, hoping she would never see them again.

Back at the motel room, she repeated the entire process two more times and eventually her hair turned a brassy shade of raw bleached blonde. It didn’t quite match the front, but it would have to do. At least, until she could get to The Salon Hairem tomorrow and into Barbi’s trained hands.

By the time she got home, Arthur was in bed and she opted to sleep on the couch and deal with him in the morning.

The next morning...

Heather arrived at the Salon Hairem five minutes early for her appointment. John was waiting eagerly for Barbi to escort his latest acquisition into his office and ultimately into his private salon. There, Heather would undergo her initial makeover and as a result, John would greedily sample her fruit.

As heather glanced around the salon, she couldn’t help but notice that all the girls looked like sluts. From their fake looking hair to their revealing clothes and heavy makeup, they all seemed to personify a look that Heather found to be disgusting. She reasoned that maybe John was hiring her to bring a little class to the shop.

As Barbi approached her, she looked Barbi up and down as if to say, “Who the hell are you? Barbi felt the instant tension between them, as if Heather thought she was better than everyone else.

Barbi silently escorted Heather to John’s office door and knocked lightly. The voice on the other side summoned them to enter. As always, John instructed his young charge to remove her clothes.

Initially, Heather was reluctant to comply and eventually she out right refused.

John patiently demanded, once again for Heather to remove her clothes.

Again, she refused.

As a result, John was now forced to give her a little incentive.

Reaching into his top drawer, he retrieved a rather large black dildo. The bullet shaped head was slender and pointed, but the shaft was thick with simulated veins running down the length.

Heather’s eyes widened at the sight of what was certain to be an unwanted intruder.

John merely said, “Okay, Heather, you have left me with no alternative but to have you bury this in your tight little pussy before we have our little session today. It will remain there until Barbi is finished with you, at which time I shall look forward to replacing it with the real thing. You’ve obviously displeased me and there is always a price to pay for misbehavior. Now, if you don’t remove your clothes immediately, there will be one even bigger in your ass. Do I make myself clear?”

Soon, Heather was standing naked in front of John, crying and hopelessly begging him to reconsider.

Meanwhile, Barbi busied herself preparing things in the private salon.

John was pleased to see that Heather was in fact a natural blonde, as the fine hair on her sparse little bush was only slightly darker than the hair on her head. As he slowly walked around her, he lifted a lock of her long blonde hair and held it up to his nose.

“I’ve always preferred the smell of freshly dyed hair.” He said releasing the lock and allowing it to fall back down onto her shoulder. A shiver of fear suddenly shot through her mind.

“What do you mean?” Heather asked innocently.

John smiled, stopping to look into Heather’s eyes. “Maybe you hadn’t noticed, but all my girls have had little bleach job.”

“But my hair is already blonde.” Heather reasoned. “So why would you want me to bleach it?”

John reached down and gently began stroking Heather’s silky pubic hair with his fingertip.

She instinctively stepped back, “What are you doing?” She asked, as her young face began to redden.

“Stand still!” He snapped, causing her to jump to attention. “Now where was I? Oh, yes. We were talking about how I require all my girls to bleach their hair. You might say that I rather enjoy the process as much as the results. There’s just something very appealing about a girl that so recklessly flaunts her sexuality. She knows how other women look at her and she knows how her appearance makes men lust after her. It’s like that’s exactly the image she wants to project. I merely help them make the decision. Most men have always considered girls who bleach their hair to be much more sexually attractive. Don’t you think?”

“Please don’t.” Heather pleaded. “I really want to keep my hair natural.”

John slowly shook his head. “We men have developed many ways for women to display their willingness to please us. We’ve developed silicone, so they can enhance their plain little titties. We’ve developed makeup and false eyelashes, so they can enhance their plain little faces. We’ve developed high-heeled shoes, lingerie, garters, fishnet stockings, and crotchless panties. All for our entertainment. And we’ve developed a wide variety of artificial hair colors. Wonderfully effective bleaches and dyes, so they can make their mousy little hair a more appealing color. How many porn stars and exotic dancers have their natural hair color and why do you suppose that is?”

Heather was terror-stricken. She had always been so proud that she was a natural blonde. Even as a hairdresser, she had always resisted the urge to add even a few highlights, when her coworkers had urged her to do so. Now she was to be thrust into the same category as porn stars and exotic dancers.

John had carefully implanted all the feelings that she was now experiencing. He so enjoyed watching each of his acquisitions helplessly obeying his every whim. Especially knowing that they were complying involuntarily. He enjoyed watching them resist and even when he was finished with them, they were still humiliated by their own slut-like appearance. John would further delight in making them flaunt their new trailer trash images. Emphasizing their heavy makeup and wearing sexy clothing, but that would come later. Right now, all he could think about was playing in her hair.

“Enough chatter.” He said indignantly.

Reaching for a tube of K-Y Jelly, he handed it and the thick black dildo to Heather.

“Put one foot on my desk.” John commanded, “I want see that pussy stretched nice and tight, as you fuck yourself with this thing.”

Her eyes immediately welled up. “Please don’t do this to me.” she pleaded.

“I’m not going to, you are.” He said with a smirk.

“I can’t.” Her voice cracking with emotion.

“Yes, you can!” He said coldly. “And you WILL! Once I deem out a punishment, it stands. There is no appeal process.”

“But it’s too big.” She pleaded. “It will hurt.”

“That’s the idea.” John countered. “If the feeling were pleasant, it wouldn’t be a punishment, now would it? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon enough. Now, do I have to get out the one for your asshole too?”

Heather reluctantly picked up the items, pausing to look pitifully one last time, at an unfeeling John.

He immediately motioned for her to begin, causing all hope of a reprieval to disappear.

She began smearing the lubricant heavily down the length of the artificial cock and after putting her foot on John’s desk, positioned the head awkwardly, against her pussy lips.

Looking at John one last time, she whimpered quietly to herself, as she began to slowly twist and push it into her tight little cunt hole.

As Heather struggled to force the large object into her womanhood, John pulled a heavy leather belt from his desk drawer. It looked much like a leather chastity belt, designed to go around the waist and under the crotch. A battery pack was stitched into the side with the wires leading to a triangular shaped lump in the front.

Heather had struggled to work almost the entire length into her tight little pussy, as John came from behind, pulling the belt up tightly between her legs, forcing the remaining two inches of thick black cock into her aching cunt.

She cried out, both in surprise and pain.

“There.” He said, as he cinched the belt tightly around her slender waist. “That should keep things tightly in place.”

Her open sobs were suddenly interrupted, as she jerked and grunted. John had casually flipped the switch on the battery pack, causing the little vibrator pressing tightly against her clitoris to quietly hum.

She felt shame, as she fought to stop herself from enjoying all the sensations concentrated in the area between her legs. The congestion she felt, deep within her, was almost unbearable, as she was led through the door and into John’s private salon. The mass inside her was causing her to walk with her legs wide apart and the sight of it made John’s cock strain against his zipper.

“I want to pull out all the stops,” John barked at Barbi. “For what I have planned, I need to make it impossible for her to look at all wholesome, regardless of how I permit her to dress.”

“Okay, I understand the goal.” Barbi obediently responded. “But, what have you got in mind?”

“Hair coloring of course, but something audaciously brazen and utterly blatant.”

“More than we’ve already done with the others?” Barbi asked, somewhat surprised.

“More than we’ve ever done—period. As I said, pull out all the stops.”

“But her hair, I mean it’s already blonde.” Barbi replied.

Suddenly Heather’s eyes rolled back and her face flushed bright red. She began to shiver and thrust her hips involuntarily, as the first orgasm ripped uncontrollably through her young body.

“Fucking horny bitch.” John said, watching Heather convulse in ecstasy. “I’ll bet she’s going to be one wild fuck, once we’re done with her.”

“What exactly are we going to do with her?” Barbi questioned again.

“I don’t care how blonde she is right now.” John stated flatly. “I want her hair bleached until it has no more color to give. Then I’ll decide. We may just bleach it again after that. I want to intentionally damage it, so she’s a slave to conditioners. Just because she’s a natural blonde, doesn’t mean she should have to work at maintaining her hair any less than the other dark haired girls.”

“I can certainly do that,” Barbi said confidently. “When I’m done with the little bitch, her hair will light up a dark room. What else?”

“Makeup.” John added. “And lots of it. Cake it on. You know how I like it. I want her to look like the little whore she’s about to become.”

Barbi smiled smugly. She would enjoy taking this one down a peg or two.

Heather’s urge to fight was somewhat clouded by the intense sensation between her legs, but somehow she still managed to resist to the point where John and Barbi decided to restrain her. Besides, just the thought that the whole process was taking place while his victim was strapped down, excited John that much more. Seeing a girl struggle as the bleach was being applied to her hair was an indescribable feeling. John always formed a mental picture of the event just as he was about to deposit his load deep within one of her orifices.

The heavy leather straps on the chair easily rendered her immobile and Barbi was finally able to begin processing the young girl’s hair.

The bleachings were administered in three sessions, the first of which, being an off scalp power bleach, as John called it. Power bleaching was a term John found rather descriptive and was certainly not something reputable hair salons practiced. John and Barbi had perfected the process through trial and error. In fact, by now most of the girls in the shop had at least some, if not all, of their hair power bleached at one time or another.

John credited the process with being able to produce the most amazingly fake looking blonde hair. He hoped the process would lighten and damage Heather’s hair to the consistency and look of white cotton. It usually takes years of bleaching and chemical abuse to produce hair that looks like a true whore’s hair. With the right makeup, on a young girl like Heather, John could only imagine how sexy she would look.

Heather’s power bleaching session consisted of 40-volume peroxide and Wellite powder bleach with three accelerators. In spite of her fighting and screaming, this was eventually applied heavily to her dry hair, beginning about an inch from her scalp.

When her entire head was covered, Barbi used a blow dryer, on the highest setting, to heat the hair. She gently lifted each section and directed the heat around and under it, as the bleach processed. This not only tremendously accelerated the bleaching process, but when continued until the bleach had completely dried, lifted her hair to a much paler shade than a normal first bleaching would render.

After working the dried bleach back up into a lather, using hot water and peroxide, her hair was rinsed, shampooed twice and blown dry. By now Heather’s resistance had diminished to a quiet whimper.

Another off scalp bleaching, this time with 30-volume peroxide and two accelerators, immediately followed. This was allowed to process for a full hour under normal conditions. Meanwhile, Barbi went about the task of plucking and dyeing Heather’s heavy virgin eyebrows into thin jet black arches.

Barbi spent the remainder of the processing time applying layer after layer of mascara, eyeliner and long, thick false eyelashes to Heather’s pale blue eyes. When she was finished, Heather had the face of a hardened street whore.

John had determined the strength and duration of the third and final bleaching, based on the dramatic effect the first two sessions had on Heather’s naturally blonde hair. It was, however, an on scalp session designed to bleach the root area up to the level of the previously bleached hair. After the roots had reached the same stark shade as the rest of Heather’s tired hair, the bleach was then pulled through all the previously bleached hair and left to process until completely white. Heather’s stark bleached tresses would serve to personify the image of a total slut, a girl to be used for pleasure and looked upon as a mere vessel for collecting sperm.

Content that Heather’s transition was nearing completion, John reached around and unbuckled the chastity belt from around Heather’s waist. He pulled it down her long legs and over her feet, pausing to savor the sight of her fine, light pubic hair and her glistening, passion soaked pussy lips. The end of the black dildo came quickly into view and Heather sighed in relief as it slid an inch or two out of her wet, dripping hole. John quickly took his thumb and pushed it back in, causing Heather to wince and cry out.

“Not so fast”. He said in a sadistic tone. “If you want that thing out of your filthy little fuck hole, you’ll have to earn the right. It’s time you learned that I own this thing now and I still want to play with it.”

Walking across the room, John removed the stirrup attachments from a cabinet and snapped them into the brackets on each side of the chair seat. Taking her bare feet in his hands, he guided first one, then the other into the footrests and held them there while Barbi silently buckled her ankles to the stirrups. John ratcheted the footrests wide apart, causing Heather’s legs to be painfully spread, exposing her entire genitalia. Heather felt totally vulnerable and humiliated as John took his position between her splayed legs.

“Barbi, get me some Q-tips and is there any bleach left in that bowl? John barked. “We might as well finish tuning her up before I fuck her.”

“There’s a little left, but I put almost all of it in her hair.” Barbi replied.

Barbi obediently returned, handing John the bowl containing a few small clumps of bleach and several Q-tips.

“Rinse her and dry her while I see how much I can irritate this little penis of hers.” John said, as Heather immediately began to struggle.

As Barbi tilted the chair back against the sink, John loaded a Q-tip heavily with bleach.

As she continued to struggle helplessly, he reached between her legs, pinching the skin forming the little hood, shrouding her clitoris, and gently lifted it. He then, deftly placed the Q-tip against her little bud and slid it between her femmi-foreskin and her blood-engorged clitoris.

She involuntarily jerked at the feeling of this new intrusion.

He slowly worked the Q-tip around the inside of the little tunnel, making sure her entire clitoris had been swabbed with bleach. Then, he once again placed the Q-tip against her little she-penis and pushed it under the hood, pinching the skin, this time against the white rolled paper shaft of the Q-tip.

This trapped the bleach saturated cotton end between the hood and the source of her sexual pleasure. He knew the bleach would burn the sensitive skin if left on too long, but his goal was only to irritate the nerve endings, causing them to be much more sensitive. As the irritation began, he watched Heather’s eyes grow wide. She was obviously beginning to feel this new sensation between her legs.

John patiently held the Q-tip in position until Barbi had finished rinsing Heather’s hair and begun to blow it dry.

Removing the Q-tip, John lifted the little hood once again and this time began to blot it dry with a clean, dry Q-tip. He followed this procedure with another Q-tip soaked with warm water.

By this time, Heather’s clitoris felt like it was on fire. She squirmed and cried out as John continued to rub it roughly with another dry Q-tip.

John was pleased to see that Heathers hair was a snowy white, as Barbi continued blowing it dry. Gone was the healthy, natural blonde hair of the hopeful young girl. It had been unceremoniously replaced with the un-natural, chemically abused hair of a hardened hooker. As Barbi finished teasing and spraying the hair heavily, John already had his belt unbuckled and his pants half down. He quickly excused Barbi and immediately unbuckled Heather from her bonds.

She made a half-hearted attempt at resisting, only to be bent backwards over the seat of the big barber’s chair. Reaching between her legs, John pulled the big plastic cock from her now gaping hole and quickly replaced it with his own swollen member. Her pussy felt incredibly warm and wet.

As he pumped her relentlessly, she tried to relieve her frustration by grinding her throbbing clitoris against his pubic bone. Nothing seemed to relieve the feeling of the assault on her clitoris. She fucked as hard as she could, trying to seek the relief she so desperately needed.

She reached a shattering orgasm quickly and John responded by quickly loosing his own self-control, cursing out loud, as he began spurting his hot load uncontrollably, into her deepest region.

Together, they humped one another, gasping and writhing, as they each sought relief from the other. John pumped load after load of searing hot sperm into Heather and she gasped as she felt each strong pulses blast against the back of her vagina.

Heather’s mind was racing. What was happening to her? How could she have let this man manipulate her in this manner? Her mind was overloading and she felt shamed and degraded.

As John withdrew his throbbing cock, large globs of sperm belched out and ran freely down the insides if her legs.

“What have you done to me?” She cried, with a trembling lip, as she started to cry openly.

Unmoved, John quietly uttered, “I’ve unlocked the hidden whore inside you. Now, get dressed, go home and take a shower. I want you to start first thing in the morning. Oh, and Heather? I want to see your hair and makeup just like it is right now, from now on. It will help you get used to your new life.”

Heather slowly got dressed and John retired to his office, his mind still savoring the events of the morning.

John had barely finished composing himself, when a knock on his office door broke his concentration.

“Who is it?” He yelled, in an annoyed tone.

Barbi entered his office and approached his massive desk.

“What is it, Barbi?” He snapped. “What is so important that you have to disturb me right now. You know how I like to be left alone after one of our little sessions.”

“I know Sir, but I think you should see this.” Barbi said meekly.

“See what?” John replied, curtly. “You know how I hate playing guessing games!”

“It’s Suzi, Sir. She tried to bleach her own hair and now she wants me to fix it for her.”

“She did what?” John bellowed. “It was already bleached. I mean the front was.”

“I know, Sir. It seems she tried to bleach the rest to match.” Barbi explained. “She tried to use drugstore color.”

“Dammit! The fucking stupid cunt! Bring her ass in here!”

Barbi silently turned and exited the office, only to return a few minutes later, accompanied by a sobbing Suzi.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” John said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry Sir.” Suzi started blubbering. “It’s just that ... I thought...”

“No Suzi, you didn’t think!” John interrupted. “You just acted. Now you’ve fucked up that pretty hair that Barbi and I gave you.”

“I know Sir.” Suzi continued. “I’m so sorry. I should have come to you and asked first.”

“Asked?” John pressed.

“Asked if you could have Barbi make my hair all one color. You know, blonde. Like you want it.”

“How do you know how I want it?” John interrupted again. “I wanted the front bleached! That’s how I wanted it.”

“It’s just that, well, everyone stares at me with my hair bleached in the front like this and Arthur, my husband, hates it.”

“Your husband?” John sneered. “He ought to be happy that someone finally took an interest in the way you look. As far as everyone staring at you is concerned, well that’s about to get worse. Much worse!”

“Suzi looked at John, her lower lip trembling. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you have worked hard at earning another little discipline session.” John replied.

Suzi quickly remembered the first discipline session and the thought of another taste of the riding crop worried her.

“Lift your skirt.” John commanded.

“No, please Sir.” Suzi began to plead. “Please don’t.”

“I said, lift your skirt!” John bellowed.

Now, crying openly, Suzi reached behind her and pulled her short skirt up, exposing her bare bottom.

“Not the back, you stupid cunt. Do you think I’m going to be as easy on you as I was the last time? Lift the front!”

Startled, Suzi reluctantly lifted the front of her skirt exposing, her thick dark bush.

John looked at Barbi. “Look at all that cunt hair.” He said, as Suzi’s face began to flush. “I wonder how many hairs are in that fucking bush?”

A devious smile crossed John’s lips. “Well I guess there’s only one way to find out. Barbi, go get your tweezers and we’ll have our little disobedient Suzi here count them as she plucks out each one. Oh, and while she’s doing that, you can drive to the beauty supply and pick up a few of those punk hair colors for our little Miss Do It Yourselfer here.”

A terrified Suzi began pleading. “No! John, Please. Dye my hair back half blonde if you want and I’ll shave my pubic hair if you want. But, please!”

“Pussy hair!” John corrected.

“YES, PUSSY HAIR!” Suzi quickly blurted. “I’ll shave my pussy hair. I’ll do it right now, okay? Please, John? Please? Then you can make my hair as dark and blonde as you want, okay?”

“Bleach!” John corrected her again. “Not make.”

“YES, BLEACH! I’ll shave my pussy hair and you can bleach my hair! Okay, John?”

“No Suzi, you’ll PLUCK your pussy hair, one at a time. And you will count them, each one. It will help you remember that I decide what color your hair will be and I decide when you will change it. In fact I think we’re going to change it as soon as Barbi gets back.”

“And I’ll be right back.” Barbi said as she entered the office with a grin, handing John the tweezers.

John picked up a large crystal goblet from the credenza and set it on the corner of his desk in front of the chair.

“Now, sit down here, Suzi, and begin. Remember to count each one and put them in the goblet. I have some phone calls to make. I think we’ll make a few more changes in your appearance.”

As Suzi snatched the first coarse hair from her bush, she realized just how painful this ordeal would become.

John cautioned her to remove them slowly. He didn’t want to see her jerking them out.

Suzi reluctantly returned to her task, as John dialed the phone. She watched each hair pulling her tender skin out a full half-inch, before the root let go causing a sharp sting. After pulling out only a few hairs, the pain was already becoming unbearable.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down her spine as she heard John say, “Oh hi, Carol? This is John Fabian. Is Doctor Phillips in?”