Zippers

 

 

 

PART 15

 

As I pulled the handbrake on and stopped the engine, I looked at the three ladies standing in front of the car.

 

Trisha, the stunning natural beauty that she was, looked effortlessly magnificent in a light, beige, long coat with a tan bag and high-heeled boots. Her hair was free and her wild curls erupted in a sprout; bouncing with life as she moved.

 

Vivienne, who was merely ‘very physically attractive’ at her side, made herself at least Trisha’s equal with her elegance, taste and class. Today, she looked disarmingly feminine. She wore a belted purple overcoat over what looked like short purple trousers. I recognized her deep purple boots from our first shopping trip, I had been dazzled by their £650 price tag as we had walked through the boutique; and Vivienne had the bag to match them. Her hair was combined back and knotted with a purple lily and her make-up was soft making her too unbearably pretty. She looked incredible. To look at her you would never imagine the kind of woman she really was.

 

The real shock for me though, was Lisa. What a change they had made!

 

Her hair was cut into an ultra-modern bob with a chaotic, shaped, side-fringe hanging down at one side; it shimmered with random high-lights. She wore a tight, sculpted, but immaculately cut, black suit with a micro-mini skirt. The lapels, a thick band of cream silk, matched a line which ran round her upper thighs, at her hem. Her toned legs emerged in white stockings and, already lengthened by the tiny skirt, ran all the way down to a pair of incredibly ‘designer’, black leather, t-bar shoes that lifted her a full four inches on needle-like stilettos of dark mahogany. Platinum hoop earrings and a tiny bag around her shoulder finished the outfit. I looked at her. Her shoes alone were worth twenty times what I was dressed in. I had expected her to be a ‘slut’ by now.

 

I got out and shut the door.

 

'Now Anita, you're going to be having a lovely afternoon with us. So give Lisa your car keys. I assume you brought some other shoes to drive in?’ Vivienne said

'Yes, Mistress, I did'

'What a good girl you are. Today I think 'Miss' or 'Miss Black' will be fine, okay sweetie', she smiled at me.

I didn't quite know how to react.

'Thank you, Miss Black', I said and smiled at her.

'You're welcome sweetie. Now show Lisa into your car and then come along'

Trisha snapped her fingers at Lisa, who hurriedly teetered over to my car. Lisa looked terrified, and as soon as her back was to the other two I could see tears forming in her eyes. Vivienne and Trisha became occupied with each other, chatting and looking the other way.

'What's the matter honey?' I asked, as soothingly as I could.

Lisa looked at me. She stepped past me and opened the door. She sat down in the drivers seat and as she set about unbuckling her shoes;

'They punished me'

She spat the words out in a tight sob, her brow furrowed and trembling as she looked up at me. I could see that it must have been bad, she looked like she was only just managing to hold it together; to not collapse against the steering wheel in tears. 'When I get home.......I......will be punished again.....' she looked up at me, half blankly, half in terror, 'Anita, it's so horrible! Please beg them not to, please say that you will, please, you have to help me', she was grasping my hand, pleading, as if I could help her, the tears now ready to drip from her eyes.

'Of course I will!’ I clasped her hand, 'Oh Lisa, I'll be back for you later okay'

She sniffed. I looked up, Trisha was looking at us.

'I have to go now', I wished I could have stayed and comforted her but I knew that it would not do to keep BOTH my Mistresses waiting. I walked back over to them, accentuating my hippy wiggle; I wanted them to see my obedience, that I was being a good 'slut'.

'You see. Now MY little slut is much better behaved, aren't you Anita', Vivienne seemed extremely happy.

She pulled out her mobile phone and showed it to Trisha. She smiled.

'See how well she did this morning'

Trisha looked over to the car as the engine started and scoffed at its wretched driver.

'Enthusiastic little cock sucker aren't you?’ Vivienne giggled, turning the phone my way. She beckoned me over to look at the screen. I saw myself naked, sweating and sucking off the dildo in my front room. I gasped to myself as I realised that she would always be able to have her eye on me. Whenever I was in my home she would be able to see me and what's more, I would never know when she was watching.

'The machine stats are very encouraging too', said Vivienne matter-of-factly. Clearly, she also had access to all the information from the computer. Trisha gave her a wry smile.

It was like they were discussing a horse in training, rather than me; like I was an animal; or a project. As well as that, for some reason, Vivienne seemed to be rubbing Trisha's nose in my 'good' performance. It was like there was some sort of friendly rivalry between them over Lisa and me and Vivienne was my advocate. All I could do was stand there nervously, trying to avoid unnecessary eye contact, shifting uncomfortably in my high-heels.

'Off we go then', said Vivienne. She beckoned me over to her and then took me by the arm. Trisha walked on the other side of me and took my other arm. It was deeply unsettling as we strolled together like three close girlfriends towards the building.

I must have been as tense as a board as we walked, our heels clattering together in random polyrhythms against the tarmac. Vivienne confided in me, close to my ear

'We've got the whole afternoon for shopping now. You will let your tensions go so you can be relaxed, open and honest'

She stopped and stroked my cheek gently.

'There now', she soothed. I relaxed a little and swallowed. I looked into her eyes. Her face was soft and comforting, like it had been when I first me her, but her eyes, I could only look at them for a moment before I was overwhelmed with her power. I felt her primal, basal, cruelty as I felt her gazing deeply into my soul. I felt faint. I tried to speak.

'Ssshhhh, Anita', she soothed.

I started to feel different; more relaxed yet more vulnerable at the same time. Vivienne smiled at Trisha and we started walking again. As they led me around to the front of the building, I felt clear headed and completely 'in the moment'.

We were on one side of a large outdoor market; it brimmed with activity. The large building was obviously some kind of ultra-low budget clothes outlet, one of a number of such stores around the market's perimeter. True to form, the windows were plastered with large signs with 'massive discounts' or '75% off' primitively daubed in thick marker. There was a steady but scanty trickle of customers milling around, apparently the bargains were not as enticing as the adverts would have had us believe.

I was led inside and immediately seated at a table. There was a small tea stall set up to one side. Trisha went over, returned with three steaming polystyrene cups, and soon was huddled next to me, with Vivienne sat across the table smiling at me.

'Now. We're going to work on some ideas for your new look, darling. I think that you want to be a cooperative,  good girl with this, don't you?'

'Yes I do Miss Black, very much'

'Good', she smiled,’ because your friend had other ideas and I think she's already regretted her decision. You see, she decided to try and keep things from us, she was trying to hold back and not be honest with us, we could just tell'

With that last remark, she exchanged a wicked smile with Trisha.

'Enough about her though, let's talk about you sweetie as it's you we're shopping for. Now we have to be focused here. Do you remember the Spice Girls?'

I looked at her, dumfounded, completely wrong-footed by her question. I nodded a cautious 'Yes'.

'Good. Now they had something for everyone right? Blonde, red-head, black girl, all that crap yeah?'

I nodded again having no idea where this was going.

'Well we want you to become one of our 'Spice Girls' as it were. We've done our market research pretty thoroughly and we've identified a hole to fill. We know what role we want you to take, think of it as like a vacancy, and it's a part that you are going to grow into. I choose my girls very carefully, the advert you replied to was designed to attract a certain type of girl'

With that she reached over and stroked me again, this time, it seemed, with some genuine affection

'We knew you could look the part, the first time you walked into my office. But it was only when I probed you a little that I realised what potential you really had. You're a very bright girl Anita.............and an incredible prude'

I blushed.

'I need girls that not only fit the programme looks-wise but who can learn well and have an eye for detail....And you my dear fill the bill perfectly. Now I've just 'disinhibited' you a little, you will have little choice but to be honest with us, all afternoon. We're going to make you tell us some of your deep, dark secrets!'

She clasped her hands together, half in mock excitement, but only half.

'Now I want you to think, and tell us how you think we should have you look. I want your ideas for a nice, trashy look. You're going to be the 'filthy red-head', our cheap-looking, hot, hussy'

She leaned over right into my face

'The real fucking dirty bitch of the pack. The guys won't be able to get enough of you'

Oh my God! This was going to be so bad. I swallowed and felt my head swim a little.

'So tell me how you're going to accomplish this look for me. I want something special or there will be......consequences'

With that she sat back, took a sip of her tea, smiled and stared at me expectantly. The last word, coming from Vivienne, was something that I very much wanted to avoid.

I knew that whatever Lisa had done, she had tried to lie, or at the very least, she had omitted something important. I knew I had to start talking and I knew I needed to come up with something convincing. I also knew that I would probably have no choice anyway and that Vivienne possibly already knew what I would say or very probably some part of it

'To hell with it', I thought, I would have to be honest with them, otherwise they would see straight through me. I blushed and then tried my best. I opened myself up to them.

'Well, I think Miss Sanders ideas for my hair and make-up are a great start', I began nervously,' when I saw myself in the mirror, I felt like a really trashy bimbo. My lips especially, they make me feel like a porn girl'

They were both silent.

'My white shoes make me feel really trashy too', I began again,’ I’ve....kind of always though of white stilettos a being really......well......very cheap and nasty. I’ve never worn them before and to me they’re very………..humiliating'

'Yes', said Trisha, 'that's why I chose those for you. We want some of YOUR ideas now Anita, not ours'

I looked down, embarrassed but I felt that as the thoughts entered my mind, I should be sharing them.

'Actually white stilettos are about as trashy as it comes for me. I mean they are, aren't they?’ I asked looking up, 'They just look so cheap, I mean even really slaggy girls stopped wearing them years ago. When I wore them to the clinic I felt so embarrassed. When I stood in front of that surgeon'

I knew not to hold back but blushed even more,

'That gorgeous surgeon, I felt like such a tasteless, cheap slut. I was just dying'

'Good girl!’ said Vivienne encouragingly, 'keep it up! Carry on.......shoes are very important for a slut'

'I guess any cheap shoes with high heels really'

They both looked at me. I turned red again.

'Well, I mean, a pair of thigh boots is pretty trashy isn't it, you know, like Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman. I mean, how about her whole outfit'

I blushed again that I had made such a suggestion. What if they made me wear that outfit?

Vivienne giggled

'Oh Anita, you're so funny! Trust you to like that film, I mean "Hey it's really fun to be a prostitute right?"' she said laughing, 'what a crock of shit that was! You're right though about the outfit, very whorish....but far too generic. Girls wear that to fancy dress parties. I want something that's YOU, some outfits or ideas that would particularly affect you, particularly.......humiliate you'

She ran her hand through my hair

'You are going to learn humility, and learn it well. Every girl has something that does it for them. I have a girl who had a thing about facial piercings; she also was terribly affected by something so simple as wearing a dog collar. See, it's the little things that matter here. Now she's my little punk slut by the way, and she works hard to keep improving on her image. I want to know all the little things, all the important details for YOU. The devil's in them. I want to know what makes you squirm sweetie. All my girls have something. The white stilettos were a good start, so carry on'

I paused for a second. Some images flashed into my mind. I closed my eyes in despair. It was just so perfectly cringe worthy that Vivienne was forcing me to be the lead conspirator in my own betrayal.

'A really short dress to let people see my legs in my white stilettos, I've only had to wear them with trousers so far. I'm very uncomfortable letting people see my legs bare, so a short, tight mini-skirt would really.....work well'

I was looking at the table now; I was making myself very small indeed. Vivienne took my hand and held it.

'Tell me more about the dress sweetie'

Although I was staring to get a little wet in the eyes, my voice was unquivering

'Well I was thinking of something pink or purple because that would really offset the white shoes. It should probably lycra; cheap looking and tight on me.........The ones that have a high neck but a hole to show some cleavage through, do you know what I mean?'

I couldn't believe what I was telling them. This was my absolute worst nightmare of an outfit.

'Yes dear', said Trisha,’ that would be a great choice while your breasts are still discoloured too. Clever girl! What else?'

I blushed deeply again,

'Well......a dress with an open side, with straps going across but so that you can see a lot of skin between. There was a black dress I saw once that had these gold fastenings on the side of it, I can't remember where I saw it but it was really, really tarty; I'd just die if I went out in that. And..........I'm SO embarrassed at the thought of anyone seeing my breasts.......so......any tops or dresses where I show cleavage. I'm so embarrassed about my new breasts. I.......I...hate them so much'

I paused again, this time because of the swelling in my throat.

'You're making me very pleased Anita', said Vivienne,' we had to send your little friend to sit in the toilet and be punished you know, because she didn't just let it all come out, but you're my good girl, such a good girl!'

She returned to staring at me, clutching my hand. I felt like the school bullies were being nice to me because they wanted something from me, or because they were setting me up for something much worse.

'A tight leather skirt, a really short one', I said, ' a white one would be the worst, but a red one would be bad too and I suppose pink or purple with white stilettos would work well too'

I was getting into the swing of betraying myself and the ideas unfortunately stated to come thick and fast.

'A matching leather jacket too, and under that maybe a see-through top. Come to think of it, red heels are a good idea too. In fact, the thigh boots should be white or red even, that would make them more 'me', more individual, rather than what Julia Roberts wore. And I'll tell you what else, a pair of ankle boots that are lace-ups but with a high stiletto heel. Oh and wearing dark tights with white shoes, or any tights with patterns on. Maybe we could find some on-line that had special patterns on? Like maybe crude images or something'

I looked up. Vivienne looked gob smacked, she was absolutely delighted. I was thankful that she was happy but she needed to know it all. I knew I had to tell her what I really hated.

'What I really think would work though, is lots of gold, or better, fake gold'

'Oh yes!' said Trisha, ' you really are doing well Anita'

I never, ever thought that I would say this, 'My friend Melanie wears these gold earrings; they're just what I mean'

Vivienne smiled at me 'I know the ones, I'm sure we can find some nice big ones like that'

Twisting the blade in my own side , I continued,’ I could even wear more than one pair in each ear and they should be the same style but get smaller as they move away from the front pair, or maybe just a load of different clashing one, both would be kind of different kinds of ‘slutty’, maybe I should have a selection.......maybe even………three………in each ear'

Trisha cleared her throat, a little pointedly

'Oh I think you can do better than that darling', Vivienne purred, there was a slight warning to her tone; I shouldn't have tried to play a game; we both knew that I needed more earrings than that on one ear. I could feel Trisha gently squeezing my earlobe and running her finger up my ear. I thought about the idea of having lots of earrings, I shook and tried to push the image from my mind.

'Of course Miss Black, I could have my ears pierced many times. Many, many times'

I looked down again in resignation. I may as well just carry on digging the hole I was making for myself.

'Those handbags that have long gold chains to go over your shoulder? They would "work" too.'

'Oh, this look's really starting to come together', Vivienne said excitedly.

'Yes, very....co-ordinated', Trisha sniggered.

I remembered something else, oh my God.

'I could get a gold necklace with my name on as well. "Anita", written cursively'

Vivienne looked a little puzzled.

'Well, as well as looking totally, totally awful and tasteless.......I would feel objectified..........labelled. I don't know why, but I even hate to wear a name badge at work........I hate to be labelled.......I despise those necklaces……………And if I was 'with a stranger' they would know who I was'

I turned a deep purple at my own afterthought.

'Oh I LOVE it!!’ Vivienne grinned and clapped her hands together,’ I love that you want to be that kind of girl; that fucks before giving her name, I love the name idea. I tell you what, that can be my special present to you today. I’ll buy you that necklace!'

'We were thinking of changing your name though', Trisha interjected

'Yes, to something a bit more whorish', said Vivienne,' you know, like Candy or Traci or something but with a bit more imagination. We haven't found the right one yet though. Have you any ideas?

I thought for a minute.

'Well, Miss, I could.......er.......keep my own name. There are plays on it that I could make, you see, like "Anita man to fuck me" or "An...i-ta of cocks"'

They both laughed together.

Vivienne reached over and kissed my face affectionately.

'You're a special one you know? ‘Anita’ it will stay, I suppose it does suit you anyway, especially with those lips, you're right; they are so made for cocks right now. Any more ideas honey?'

'Well, one last thing. I saw a girl with a ring pierced through her fingernail; I thought that looked pretty tarty too. Then I suppose there are body piercings'

Vivienne held her finger up to her lip.

'Not now darling. You've come up with plenty without piercings or tattoos or anything like that. We've got enough ideas to get you stopping traffic by the end of the day. And if you carry on being this good, then I think we may be able to arrange a little treat for you'

I heard her drain the dregs from her teacup, I had hardly touched mine. I tried my best to smile at her.

'Right, let’s shop!'