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Stylings By Bizarra, Inc. - Part 3 |
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By Nigel McParr
The Diva’s private suite lay beyond the double rosewood doors in her office. Senora Angelina wryly called it the sanctum sanctorum. It was where she frequently spent her evenings and dispensed her discipline. She’d taken Jeffrey Stillwell, Stylings By Bizarra’s CFO, to the suite after she’d caught him masturbating in his office. On this evening, the suite was shrouded in candle light and semi-darkness. The only sounds were measured breathing, whip thongs slapping flesh and an occasional moan. The Diva had stripped Jeffrey of his clothing and buckled him into a heavy timbered frame that stood in the center of the room. His legs were apart, his ankles buckled to the floor. His arms extended straight out from his shoulders and strapped to the posts of the whipping frame. In the flickering pale candlelight, his well-muscled body gleamed as if it were oiled. Molly one of Senora’s mannequins was also there. Earlier in the day, Senora had tight-laced her into a new red satin bustier that Maria had sewn. Intended for waist training, Senora was putting the new bustier design to the test. She’d put her knee into Molly’s lower back and drawn the laces so tight Molly’s slender waist was reduced to nineteen inches. She could scarcely draw a breath. The Diva and Senora had fastened her to a wall facing them several feet above the floor. Molly could only watch in wide-eyed fright while the Diva taught her CFO a thorough lesson in abject obedience. She hoped and prayed his whipping would dampen the Diva’s need to whip her, too. Last night had been bad enough. She still bore the marks of her mistress’ crop. As much as she liked being whipped, she wasn’t sure she could endure another whipping tonight. She yearned to return to her tiny suite in the basement and her bed-mate Daisy.
It wasn’t long into the whipping before Jeffrey felt the first flood of atonement and relief blotting away his shame. The Diva had caught him again on the Internet. Did she have eyes in the back of her head - a sixth sense so finely tuned she always knew what he was up to? On the other hand, he could not deny he wanted to be caught and punished. Taking risks and being apprehended had always excited him. He was reminded of his plump high school homeroom teacher with her overly generous bouncing bustline. She’d caught him masturbating at his desk with the rubber-tipped end of a pencil. God, he’d never forget that look of imperious disdain on her face as she set her hands on her hips and stared down at him. She’d taken him aside and said she wanted to give him a good spanking, but unfortunately, the school wouldn’t allow that. The ensuing guilt and mortification had been s-o-o-o delicious. The memory was still clear. For years after he fantasized what it would have been like for that teacher to take him over her knee. Back in the present, Jeffrey was grateful for the Diva’s personal attention. Even though it hurt like hell, he welcomed her punishment. The Diva’s cabinet was stocked with an assortment of whips and other implements. She’d once told him while she was a young woman living in Europe and getting her start in the erotic underwear business, she’d trained under a Belgian dominatrix. She’d immersed herself in the psychology and practical aspects of punishment and she’d learned her craft well. Tonight she’d begun expunging his sin with one of her rawhide whips. The whip hurt and hurt a lot. But he couldn’t nor would he deny the whip was exactly what he needed. He tried not to show her how much it hurt, which would have pleased and satisfied her. But every now and then he simply couldn’t suppress the moans that escaped his lips when the knotted thongs bit into his bare buttocks. To heighten his shame and add to his humiliation, the Diva had invited Senora Angelina. He had just turned 30. Both Senora and the Diva were older. He had let the two women morph him into a kept employee, a virtual prisoner. The Diva controlled every aspect of his life. He couldn’t see his mistress. She was out of sight behind him. Senora had positioned herself directly in front of him. She was wearing her every day black dress with a neckline cut dramatically low. The ebony satin bodice was stretched so tight her breasts welled from her dress like great scoops of vanilla ice cream. She wore an expression of detached satisfaction. She seemed unaware of her stupendous display of breast and cleavage, which aroused him even more. In spite of the angry pain radiating from his backside and the fact he’d ejaculated barely an hour before, he felt a familiar shudder run through his groin. His cock began to enlarge and stiffen. He didn’t dare look down at himself, but every application of the Diva’s whip fueled his excitement. A tiny smile spread over Senora’s face. She held a gleaming crop - one of the Diva’s favorite implements. Tonight, she’d use it on him when the Diva had grown tired of wielding her whip. Senora teased the bulbous tip of Jeffrey’s cock with her crop. The combination of the Diva’s whip lashing his backside and the hard touch of Senora’s crop electrified him, causing his cock to respond with a series of upward jerks. Senora smiled openly. In the soft light, she caught the glint of the emerging pearlescent bead at the tip of his cock; a minuscule glimmering that reminded her of her husband. She adored Jeffrey’s surrender. He looked like a lost little boy. Try as he might, she knew he couldn’t keep his eyes off her exposed bosom. She knew Jeffrey had never been sexually attracted to the Diva, but there was no question he was attracted to her. Well, that was how it should be. She’d always turned men’s heads. On her wedding night, she’d skillfully wrapped her mesmerized husband around her little finger and he’d been there ever since. Jeffrey was clearly infatuated. Ultimately, she knew the Diva would tire of his antics and she’d be granted full charge of him. What fun it would be and he wouldn’t have an easy time of it either. He was so much like her husband – always eager to please. One never knew. Perhaps a ménage à trois? She reluctantly transferred her attention back to the Diva. “Eileen, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Master Stillwell’s cock is growing. Do you suppose it’s your whip or the prospect of my crop that’s exciting him so?” The Diva never missed a stroke as she responded. “I don’t think it’s my whip or your crop that’s turning our little boy on, Angelina. I think it’s the magnificent view of your bustline that’s quickening his pulse.” “Well if that’s so, let me see if I can accelerate the process. I find it ever so much easier to administer the crop when my breasts are freed.” Senora reached into her dress and lifted out one huge breast. She watched Jeffrey’s eyes widen as she took out the other. She lifted them both to him, tantalizing him with broad expanses of olive-skinned breast that overflowed her hands. Her nipples were thick and distended so that they popped like ripe fruit from their dark-skinned areole beds. When she released them, they settled heavily, rippling into each other below her waist. “Do you like what you see, Master Stillwell?” she asked softly. Close to ejaculation, Jeffrey nodded dumbly, his head and blushing countenance jerking back and forth in synchrony with the Diva’s whip strokes. “Y-Yes, M-Ma’am,” he whispered as his cock shuddered and exploded. “Well, you may like them, but you’ll never touch them.” The Diva paused and shook out her arm. She was breathing heavily. “I need a break, Mother.” She glanced at Molly. You’ve done a wonderful job on the Mannequin’s waistline. But I’ll bet you can extract another inch or two.” Senora laughed. “Anything is possible.” “I’m sure. Since I mean to give our wall hanging a good whipping before her bedtime, I’m going to rest my arm. Would you mind putting the finishing touches to Master Stillwell.” “I don’t mind a bit, Eileen. I’ve been looking forward to this almost as much I look forward to introducing Page to the inner workings of our firm.” The Diva laughed at that. “Angelina, you are so droll…”
When Maria drove home that same evening, she was still preoccupied with her morning meeting with the Diva and Senora and their wanting to hire Page as a mannequin. She had no inclination to cook dinner. On the way to the apartment, she picked up an order of Chinese. After she’d deposited the food in the kitchen, she hesitated for a second. Dinner could wait. She flipped open her Blackberry, and thumbed a text message to Page. “R u avail tomorrow nite? Need 2 c u. Call!” Lips pursed, she laid the Blackberry on her kitchen table and opened the bag of Chinese. “Come on, Page,” she murmured impatiently. While she was eating dinner, the Blackberry lit up with a musical phrase. Maria set down her chopsticks and picked it up. The message was from Page: “Yup. Free tomorrow nite. I’ll fix dinner. Luv u. P.”
After dinner, Maria went into the bedroom, pulled the jeweled comb from her hair, shook her ebony hair free, and let it spill down her back. After un-strapping and kicking off her stiletto heels, she stepped out of her navy denim mini-skirt and stretchy see-through apricot top with its crossover bodice that exposed most of her cleavage and barely held up her breasts. It was her first full day without a bra since she been a tween and it felt wonderful. No straps marks or lines beneath her breasts. She’d worn a skimpy scarlet thong with the firm’s signature open crotch and matching scarlet garter belt to work. Having masturbated several times throughout the day, she and her thong were still wet. The lingering wetness pleased her. The Diva’s plans for Page had put her into a sustained level of excitement. As she unfastened her garter belt and rolled her seamed nylons down her legs, she suddenly realized what it would mean if she coerced Page into the firm. The ball was in her court now and she knew now she was up to it. The firm had become her life, ever erotic, vibrant, and exciting. When Page became one of Senora’s mannequins, life would be even more fantastic. It was becoming a reality before it even happened… She stood before her mirror with one hand between her legs and the other hand at her breasts, teasing her nipples. While she studied her reflection in the mirror, she thought about Senora and what she would do when she got her hands on Page. There would be frequent whippings. She could almost hear Page’s pleas and shrieks. Moreover, Senora would begin Page’s waist training. She could scarcely wait to see Page in a tight-laced training corset, the perfect hourglass shape. Hopefully, Senora would allow her to participate in Page’s waist training and discipline. The imagery and possibilities brought Maria to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel her body tense and tighten as her glistening fingers worked their magic. Her nipples were fully erect now and straining to grow even larger. The nipple pain excited her and stiffened her nipples until they hurt. She’d never felt so exuberant. Her dominance was emerging and this time it would not be put off. Tomorrow morning she’d ask Senora about a whip of her own to use on Page. She’d been spanking her by hand and for the most part, it had been effective. However, a little black whip, well, that said something more - a lot more about Maria and who was in charge. Damn! That feels s-o-o-o good. Too bad Page isn’t here…o-o-o-g-h… I’d whip her bare butt and then I’d make that brat…a-a-a-g-h…eat mah lil’ pussy. O-m-i-i-g-o-d! As the first wave of ecstasy engulfed her, she glanced at herself in the mirror and half consciously noted her breasts were actually encroaching on her waist. They are growing! Dammit, there was no question. Her boobs really were growing. She screamed in unadulterated joy as Senora’s puzzling words came back to her, trailing like a banner across her mind. Weeks ago, Senora had taken her aside one evening and told her she just might be chosen by the Diva to replace Senora when Senora retired. Senora Angelina, bless her heart, had assured Maria she had the mindset and dominant disposition to assume control of the firm’s mannequins. Maria had argued with her, saying she wasn’t capable of administering Senora’s legendary discipline, but Senora said she knew better. She told Maria when her inner and outer personas came into synchrony, Maria would know it. Her bustline would begin to increase in size until it matched Senora’s. Maria had not believed a word of it, dismissing it as an old Sicilian folk tale. However, her bust size was increasing and Page would be coming to the firm. Maria’s eyes filled with tears and her mouth fell open as she began to tentatively relish who she really was. In some mysterious way she didn’t understand, she was like Senora. She knew now it was mysteriously ordained that one day she’d be as plump and big in the bust as Senora. The pure joy radiating from her glistening sex merged with her aching throbbing breasts. She could almost feel them enlarging and becoming heavier. Her breast flesh rippled and grew taut as they swayed from side to side. Her nipples were taut and hard, larger than she’d ever seen them. The ache of her breast growth flowed into her nipples like electrified currents. Unable to stay on her feet, Maria collapsed onto the bed, drew up her legs, and closed her eyes. A vision of Page in Senora Angelina’s office overwhelmed her consciousness…
The next morning on the way up the back stairs to speak to Senora about procuring a whip, Maria met Jeffrey Stillwell coming down the stairs. He’d changed from their last encounter. A lock of his blonde hair had fallen over one eye and his boyish demeanor surprised her. He was super polite and would scarcely look at her. The leer was gone. He kept his eyes averted from her jiggling breasts, which were even larger now and visible at her waist through her sheer chiffon blouse. Over night, she’d grown more than another cup size and he wasn’t even looking lasciviously at her. His submissive demeanor sent a hot surge of dominance through her, making her feel like she’d moved another step closer to Senora and the Diva. When Maria walked into Senora’s office, Senora was tight-lacing one of her plumper mannequins into a new corset. She had one knee firmly planted in the mannequin’s lower back and was tugging fiercely on the laces. The corset was drawn so tight the mannequin’s breasts erupted like twin mounds of vanilla ice cream from the ruffled top of the corset. Turning her head, Senora saw Maria. “Your boobs have grown, cara mia, - a good sign. Didn’t I tell you?” She tied off the straining corset laces and stood her mannequin in a packed closet. After she’d closed the door, she smiled broadly and extended her hands to Maria. “Ah, Maria, you are…bellisima!” She put her finger to her lips, saying, “Soto voce. We must speak softly. That one in the closet has big ears. I see you’ve begun to accept your new persona. Your expanded bust line becomes you. The Diva will be so pleased.” Maria glanced down at her enlarged bosom and blushed. “I-I’m not used to their weight, Senora,” she whispered. “I have to be careful on stairs.” Senora laughed until her bosom quivered like water-filled balloons. She hugged Maria and whispered, “Maria, bless you. How I wish you were my daughter. I have the same problem, but I’m accustomed to it. If you’re like me - and I know you are - you’re going to learn to love your new bustline in spite of it all.” Senora ran her hand over the jiggling expanse of Maria’s breasts. “Look at you, cara. Already, they are much larger and fuller. I’ll bet you have gone up two cup sizes since I last saw you and there’s more to come. They won’t stop growing until you’re as big as me and hanging below your waist. Did you see that mannequin’s eyes pop when she saw you? And you thought you were turning heads before.” Maria smiled awkwardly. She was thrilled with her new bustline and yet she was afraid, too, afraid of what she didn’t yet know. She silently wondered if it was really happening. “Mother, if our boobs have enlarged why haven’t the Diva’s? She has a gorgeous shape but she is slender and her chest is so much smaller-” “That’s a good question, Maria. Honestly I’m not sure why.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s our fate that we are blessed. We should not question our good fortune.” “Coming up here I met Jeffrey. His behavior was s-o-o odd. He barely looked at me much less at my new boobs. He was as shy as a little boy.” Senora laughed. “Last night The Diva and I punished that boy for ogling dirty pictures on the computer. We gave him a thorough lesson in comportment and obedience he won’t soon forget. However, eventually of course he will forget. Last night’s punishment won’t be his last. The Diva has decided it’s best to keep him here on campus.” “You mean like the mannequins?” “Mmm hmm, except of course he won’t be anywhere near them. He’ll have his own little nest. The Diva has already ordered the construction.” Maria drew herself up. “Frankly, Senora, I think that’s the best thing. He’s terrific at cost accounting, taxes, and managing our budget, but other than that he’s helpless. He needs a woman’s firm hand.” “Senora, would it be presumptuous if I asked you for a whip? I’m seeing Page tonight…to prepare her for coming here.” “Bless me! Of course. I should have thought of that? Let me see.” Senora opened a cabinet, took out a black whip, and gave it to Maria. “Be sure you to use it tonight before you bring her into the firm. If necessary, use restraints when you bring her in.” Maria hadn’t thought about that. The notion of restraining Page set her on edge. “Should I tell her she won’t be going home?” “Not until you’ve got her in your car and you’re on the way here. We’ll take care of her apartment, her car, and her belongings. She won’t need to bring anything. I will need her bank account information. ” Maria nodded and slapped the whip thongs into her palm. Even the light application of the knotted leather strings left a trail of bright pink tracks. “This feels so good I hate to put it in my purse.” “Maria, you’re going to be a fine replacement when I retire. Now get along with you. I have a waist to train and a corset to lace.”
After work that day, Maria drove home happier than she could remember. She put on a pair of the firm’s black denim jeans and a crisp white cotton blouse. After lifting the collar, she knotted the blouse tails beneath the ample spread of her breasts and left the blouse open down to the knotted tails. Satisfied with the cleavage display, she brushed her hair back, then twisted and pinned it into a plump bun at the nape of her neck. She pulled on a pair of well-worn riding boots that added several inches to her height. She freshened her makeup, added fresh carmine lip-gloss and more than the usual amount of cerulean eye shadow. When she glanced in the mirror, she was struck by the transformation. With her heavily outlined eyes, scarlet glossed lips, and enlarged breasts that swayed heavily at the belt of her jeans she was beginning to look more like Senora by the minute. The line of her stunning cleavage softened the severity of her new look. Outside her bedroom window, lightening flashed followed by peals of thunder. It was only six PM, but already the sky was growing dark. It was raining when Maria parked in the lot adjoining Page’s apartment house. She checked her purse for Senora’s whip before she opened her umbrella and dashed through the rain to Page’s second floor apartment. She was shaking out her umbrella when Page opened her door. Page was shorter than Maria with long chestnut hair, soft brown eyes, and a small pouty mouth. She had a generous bustline, a cute high school girl shape and a waist Maria knew Senora couldn’t wait to make smaller. She had on faded blue jeans, sneakers, and a wash-worn t-shirt. Beneath her cotton top, her bouncy braless breasts pointed defiantly at Maria. She’d rubber-banded her hair into a ponytail. Before Page could react to Maria’s new larger and lowered bustline, Maria enveloped Page in her arms and kissed her on the mouth. “Orange kisses?” Page nodded brightly. “I was eating an orange.” Her starry-eyed look was not lost on Maria. “Geez, Maria, what’s happened? Talk about cleavage. Your boobs…I mean you’re huge! Wanna go to bed?” Maria’s look stopped Page in her tracks. “Sorry, Page, but I’m not here for romance. I’m here to discuss your future. You can start by offering me a drink.” Page flushed at the mild rebuke. “Of course, darling. I’m sorry. The usual?” Marie nodded and walked into the living room where she sat down and watched Page in the kitchen. Page was clearly taken aback by the growth of her breasts, her outfit, and her demeanor. It felt wonderful to come at Page from a new direction. It made it easier to keep her off balance and subjugate her. When Page came into the living room with two glasses of wine, she was clearly unsure. Maria sensed her frantically reading between the lines to figure out where she was at. Maria found herself feeling more and more like Senora and less like her old self. Looking into Page’s limpid brown eyes, Maria saw herself as Senora, putting a scarlet thong on Page, unmercifully tight lacing her into a satin bustier, and striping her plump ass. “M-Maria, you are stunning. What happened? I mean like where did those tits…? Wow!” “Never mind. They’re real and you’ll find out soon enough. And stop drooling. Don’t you have dinner to fix? You know I don’t like to be kept waiting and lately you’ve been doing a lot of that.” Surprised, Page looked wide-eyed at Maria. “Yes, Ma’am,” she stuttered. “I was making a mandarin orange salad. I’ll just get back to it.” She backed nervously out of the living room to the relative safety of the kitchen. Maria flipped on the TV and idly watched the news while she sipped her wine. “How’s work going,” Page asked from the kitchen. “Honestly, darling, I don’t know how you can work there, I mean-” Maria set down the paper and strode into the kitchen. Page had her head down and her hands buried in a huge salad bowl. Maria took Page’s chin in her hand and lifted her face until she was looking straight into Maria’s hard gaze. “Don’t get uppity with me about my job, Page - she who doesn’t have a decent job and can’t get by. What would you do if I didn’t pay your rent and buy your groceries? I happen to have a very good job. It pays well and I love sewing Senora’s new creations. I’m currently in the number three position and will be assuming Senora’s number two slot when she retires.” “Maria, I-I didn’t mean-” “Don’t interrupt. I know exactly what you meant. You haven’t been spanked for months and it shows! Shame on me for not seeing to your discipline. Tonight I’m not going to spank you - no, you’re going to get a whipping.” When Maria opened her leather designer bag and took out the whip, Page turned so pale Maria thought she might faint. “M-Maria, what’s come over you? You…You’re frightening me. I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean-” Maria’s flattened palm caught Page on the cheek, leaving a bright imprint. “You’d better start paying attention, girl. Maria’s got her claws out and she knows how to use them.” The ensuing dinner was quiet and subdued. Page was so frightened she hardly said a word. She was made to listen while Maria outlined her plan. “Look, you’re going nowhere in that would-be modeling agency. I’m putting you to work as a Stylings By Bizarra mannequin. You’ll model lingerie for our customers. You’ll live at the firm with all expenses paid.” “Maria,” Page breathed. “How exciting. When do I start? What about my apartment…the lease-” “Don’t worry your pretty little head. The firm will take care of everything. Now come over. I want to kiss those rosy lips. ”
After dinner, Maria instructed Page to clean up the kitchen while she went into the living room to read the newspaper. Page thought about the menacing black whip in Maria’s purse. She’d never been whipped and was dying to see how it felt. She longed to take another peek at it, but didn’t dare for fear of getting caught. When she came into the living room drying her hands on a towel, Maria folded the newspaper and looked up at her. “You’re a big girl, Page. Senora Angelina has suggested it’s time I introduced your backside to a whip. Now, fetch my purse and then into the bedroom with you.” Page was so excited she was nearly in tears when she returned with the purse. Maria’s boot heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she followed Page into the tiny bedroom where they’d made love so many times before. However, everything was different now. Resigned and compliant, Page sat on the bed and studied her lap. “You’ve been a thoughtless and lazy girl, Page. Beginning tonight, that’s all going to change. A diligent whipping will improve your behavior.” Page watched Maria stack the bed pillows in the center of the bed. She couldn’t hide her incredulous look. Was it a nightmare or a dream come true? Maria sat on the bed and stood Page in front of her. After she’d removed Page’s jeans and cotton panties, she held up the yellowing panties and said, “Well, these have seen better days.” Shivering and pale-faced, Page whispered. “I-I ran out of bleach…” “Why am I not surprised? Shame on you! You can’t even do a proper wash. Well, sweetie-pie, where you’re going that will change. Get on the bed face down. Place your hips on the pillows. Extend your arms and spread those legs. I want to see every bit of your pink pussy.” Snuffling, Page crawled onto the bed. A thrill shot through her as she obediently opened her thighs. She prayed the whip wouldn’t hurt more than the hairbrush, but deep down a part of her secretly hoped it would. She would have endured anything for Maria. Maria could sense her charge’s fright and compliance. She caught Page’s scent beginning to emanate from her inner thighs. Page’s whimpers and the vision of her rosy plump bottom rising from the pillows perfectly poised for the whip intoxicated Maria. All was well now. She was awash in dominance. Never before had she felt so powerful. She was comfortable with the whip. Senora Angelina had shown her how to use the whip on Molly, one of her mannequins. For the first time, she fully understood the power and joy Senora felt when she whipped her mannequins. While Maria took a moment to soak in the ambiance of the moment, Page squirmed in anticipation and buried her face in the coverlet. Maria tightened her grip on the whip handle and lifted her arm. Page flinched when the knotted whip tendrils landed on the lily-white crowns of her buttocks, leaving a trail of pale stripes. Maria whipped her again. This time she struck hard enough to elicit a shriek. “Perhaps you’ll behave now!” While Maria whipped Page and soaked up her shrieks and cries, she suddenly realized she might be losing control of Page. Page had been her raison d’etre and she was reluctant to give her up to Senora. Senora had promised to share Page with her, but she could only hope Senora would make good on her word and allow her to participate in Page’s discipline and waist training. She was getting the feel of the whip now, landing it with vigor on Page’s quivering bottom cheeks. Page’s mewing protests brought a smile of pride to her lips. The criss-crossed tracks and welts on Page’s bottom bore testimony to her commitment. The sounds of the stinging whip tendrils and Page’s protests drifted out the open bedroom window and into the rainy night. “You’ve become slack and lazy! You think of no one but yourself. Shame on you!” Maria punctuated each of her words with another stroke of the whip. Senora would appreciate her work. Each fresh stroke drew whispered promises. Page lay unmoving as if resigned to her punishment though Maria sensed she was enjoying it in her own small way. Damp spread through the fabric of her blouse as she accelerated the pace. She landed the whip in a rhythmic cadence that reverberated off the bedroom walls. Beneath Page’s welts, her flesh was suffused with a rosy lavender glow. One of her legs rose from the bed. Maria whipped the elevated thigh back onto the bed. Breathing hard, whip flying, Maria ignored Page’s pleas. Her forehead glistened in the damp night air. “Page, I won’t end your whipping until you understand it’s well meant. The Diva and Senora expect no less.” Page nodded silently, reluctantly, beginning to understand what was in store for her. She was going to become a Bizarra mannequin. She had no other choice. Every time Maria spanked her, she was reminded she was a failure. She was broke and in a job that didn’t begin to cover her monthly expenses. Maria was training her to submit to Senora Angelina for whatever training she might have in mind for her as a mannequin. When Maria finished the whipping, she pulled a handkerchief from her jeans and wiped her brow. She dropped the whip onto the bed. The only sounds in the bedroom were Page’s soft sobs and raindrops spattering noisily on the window panes. “Tomorrow morning I’m taking you in to the firm. You’ll put on your best dress and take nothing else with you. Am I clear on that, young lady?” “Y-Yes, Ma’am,” Page whispered as she turned to smile faintly up at Maria. Maria lay down beside Page. She took Page in her arms and kissed her. Holding her tightly, Maria whispered, “It’s all right. Maria’s here and she’s gonna spend the night…”
“I’m so excited,” Page said the next morning as she slid into the passenger side of Maria’s car, in an unsuccessful effort to offset the pain in her bottom. “I can’t wait see Senora again. It’s going to be so much fun working in a firm as grand as Styles By Bizarra. Just imagine, little old unimportant me, moving into the firm and receiving room and board and a salary.” Marie smiled and said nothing as she drove away from Page’s apartment complex. When they arrived at the firm, Maria parked in her assigned space and hurried Page up to meet Senora who took Page into her huge bosom and hugged her tightly. She welcomed Page and assured her she’d be well taken care of. From Senora’s office, they went to the private elevator where Senora entered a password that allowed the elevator to descend to the secure quarters in the basement. When the elevator door opened, Page caught her breath at the sight of the softly lit hallway, lush carpeting, and tasteful appointments. Senora took her by the arm and led her down the hallway and into a tiny suite - her new home. Page clapped her hands as she walked through it. Page looked at Senora. “It’s adorable. But there are no windows.” “Not to worry, dear. It’s a security precaution for my mannequins. Page didn’t notice nor did Senora mention there were hidden cameras watching her every move. Senora took Page’s handbag. Page held onto the purse. Maria intervened. “Page, give Senora your bag!” Senora’s expression hardened as she took the purse. “From now on, I’ll tell you what to wear. Everything you need will be provided.” “I-I don’t understand…” Page glanced at Maria who stood stoically with her arms folded. She regarded Page with an inscrutable expression. “Maria, what’s going on?” Maria’ smiled wickedly. “From now on, Page, you’d better do exactly as Senora says. When she speaks, you listen. If you don’t, Senora will whip some obedience into you.” Senora was pleased with Maria’s haughty demeanor. Her look had drained the color from Page’s face. The Diva would be pleased to hear her kitten was becoming a tigress. Senora remained in the background, watching Maria subjugate her girlfriend. She could see Maria was itching to give Page a whipping. That would happen at some point, but for now, she alone would take Page in hand. Later on today, Page would be tight-laced and introduced to the Diva herself. She might elect to welcome Page into the firm with a dose of her strap. It would erase any question in Page’s mind about where she stood in the pecking order. “I-I’m s-sorry,” Page whispered. “Are you ever going to question Senora again?” Maria asked. “N-No…” “Have you already forgotten how to address me?” “Ma’am.” “That’s better! Now strip. Get out of that dress and underwear. Senora, I think we should burn her clothing. None of it is worth keeping.” Senora shook her head. “I should say so. But that’s no matter now.” A stunned Page stood naked and shivering in front of Maria and Senora. . She gave them a terrified look and wondered what would become of her. She’d never seen Maria more in control. Maria had always been the stronger one, but she’d never seen her like this – so intimidating and yet so beautiful. She was frightened and scared, but at the same time she felt an eerie sense of calm descending over her as if this were meant to be. Senora and Maria left abruptly, shutting the suite door behind them. Page tried the door and found it locked from the outside. A moment or two later, she heard a girl in the adjoining suite and then in the hallway, protesting. There were slaps and cries and then she was gone. Stillness fell over the suite. Hours later, Page was awakened by the sounds of the sobbing girl being returned. She held her breath while the door was unlocked. Page heard Senora’s voice sharp and clear. “You won’t be so uppity and sassy the next time I come for you. You’ve had your whipping and now you’re going to stay in that corset.” “Senora, when are you going to take the new girl up to the Diva?” “What do you think?” Page’s eyes welled wetly with tears. “Omigod,” she whispered. “Please, not another whipping. My seat is still sore from last night. And I’m as naked as a jay bird.” Page blanched at the sound of the key sliding into her door lock. The lock clicked and the door swung open. Senora stood profiled in the door way. Her hands were on her hips and she was holding a waist cincher. She smiled at Page. “What is your waist size?” “Twenty-six,” Page whispered in a strained voice. “Bust?” “36 F.” “Hips?” “38.” Senora came into the room. “26” waist, eh?” She wrapped the cincher around Page’s waist. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be a perfect 38-20-36; the definitive Bizarra mannequin.” She wrapped the bustier around Page’s waist and began to draw hard on the laces. Page found herself gasping for breath. “Senora,…m-may I speak?” “What is it?” “Will I see Maria again?” “Not for a long while I should think. She has her work and you have your training. Let out your breath, child! Mmm, that’s better. Now, put on these heels and let’s get you upstairs. The Diva doesn’t like to be kept waiting…” The End |