Zippers

Part 35

‘Hi everyone’, I smiled, ‘my name’s Anita…and…..I’m training to be a Zippers girl!’ I said with as much enthusiasm as I could manage, keeping the unnatural, vacuous smile stuck on my face.

‘I just wanted you guys to get a look at me…..so……here I am!......and I’m just SO excited to be able to show you guys my body out there! It’s making me so…..Hot!....Just thinking about it…And I’m gonna work so hard for you guys, you’ll see!.....I’ll be ready to show you one hell of a time…’ I gushed, winking at the camera and pushing my lips together into a kiss. I blew it softly at them. Then I opened my lips again, slowly, and I licked hungrily at the air in front of me before staring right back at them and letting an enthusiastic grin take hold. I stuck my tongue out.

‘So…..my new tongue stud, I guess you guys can tell what THAT’S for…..Right?’

I tried to look cheeky as I lifted one painted fingernail up to my lips. I splayed my fingers widely, showcasing the cryptic but currently accurate lettering painted on my nails. I pointed them right at the camera so that they would be readable. I ran my tongue stud firmly up from the base to the very tip of my index finger, all the time keeping my gaze locked on the centre of the camera thinking ‘please, I need you to fuck me’ thoughts and hoping that they manifested on my face. I was a slut, just like it said on my nails and I needed Davina and the camera to be convinced of that. It was easier to be a slut than to be punished any more.

‘It’s still healing right now so I can’t do all the things that I SO want to do with it just yet…….but don’t worry, it’ll come…..and maybe so will you’, I giggled naughtily. I winked at the camera as lewdly as I could and gave a little playful lick again. I hoped that I was not blushing as a slut shouldn’t blush, and I tried not to think about the number on my bracelet; it was enough of a threat that I was wearing the damn thing. That fact kept me totally focused on my task at hand. I was committed to doing my absolute best to act like a wannabe whore, anything less and Davina would add to my infraction bracelet.

‘Ok….so these down here, these are my new tits! I’ve had implants put in especially for all you guys out there who like a girl with a big pair, and I just love them! Maybe you will too? ’

Davina panned the camera view out so that the screen would be filled with my head, neck and now my breasts, held slightly upwards and together as the edges of my palms proudly advanced them towards the camera.

‘They’re not as big as I want them just yet though….I can’t wait for them to be lovely and full and well…HUGE! (giggle!)......so I can show them to you guys and turn you guys on! I want them to be a nice big target for you when you spill on me!’ My face turned a deep purple saying that, I swallowed and prayed that my makeup would disguise it.

‘.....And these here’ I set my mind back on the task. I pushed my thumbs through the rings in my nipples and gently tugged them away until my nipples twitched slightly at the camera, ’these here are my new rings, aren’t they just gorgeous!....I love how they hang here and how they make my tits look so sexy and I love how they make my nips look so swollen and turned on!’

I pushed my breasts together more firmly and smiled

‘And I love how much cleavage I have now, I just want to wrap them around your cock and rub them up and down until you cum onto me!’

I started to pump my breasts up and down massaging an imaginary cock nestled in between them. I couldn’t believe how I was behaving and I couldn’t believe that I was thinking of all this stuff. My brief time surfing through the computer porn collection had made me assimilate much more than I had realised.

‘I need to stop doing this as its just making me TOO hot and I’m going to wish that you really were inside my tits ready unload….over my tits…and my face…and maybe get some in my mouth…..I just love cum so much!....’ followed by the little confessional giggle that Vivienne had punched into me.

‘And so, down here’

Davina panned out further, to include the view down between my legs. I was sitting back, against some red silk cushions, wearing my white, studded collar and my new punishment bracelet. Davina had blow-dried and styled my hair again after my exercises and had supervised me putting on a ‘nice, new glamour-girl’ makeup regimen. My eyes now wore a bright, glittery pink eye-shadow that blended into neon white and then a dark silver as it filled the space between my lashes and my brows. My lashes were puffed and laden with thick, black mascara and my eyelids were lined with ultra-fine, twinned strips of white and black eyeliner. On my cheeks, I wore a heavy red-pink blush over a thick pad of foundation that fully disguised my natural skin tone and would hide my natural embarrassment reactions. She had painted a thick, glossy, metallic pink onto my lips, with a fine, deep dusky-fuchsia liner drawn around them to emphasise them. I looked like a heavily made-up bimbo from an eighties porn mag.

For my ‘performance’, she had made sure that I wore all seven sets of my earrings and that my hair was aerated enough that these would be well displayed. I was to be naked otherwise, with one other exception. She had brought, amongst the other things, a plastic bag from my flat. When she pulled it out from her own larger bag, my heart quickened. It was my third purchase from my shoe-shopping trip with Vivienne and I had not yet worn them. She extracted the plastic package from her bag and then, one by one, she pulled out the last of my unworn footwear.

I had wanted to stamp my feet in protest as she unzipped them and sat me down in a chair, I didn’t want to be seen in them, and especially not only in them. Obediently, but fretting, I slid my foot down and inside. Slowly, I pushed my foot until it slipped fully into the first of my new boots and my heel nestled on top of the precarious five-inch stiletto. Davina pulled the man-made matt-white material around my calf and then started to zip them up.

She stood back and smiled, lifting her hands up, commanding me to stand. As I balanced on them, I was naked and I wore a pair a white spike-heeled thigh boots. Along the outside of each there was a criss-cross of lacing that ran from the top, all the way down to just above my foot, the strings pressing into and exposing my flesh between the side-seams of the boots. The tops of the thigh boots left a short stretch of inner thigh but otherwise served to draw the attention upwards, into my crotch. The five inch white stilettos ensured that my voyeur wouldn’t know which part of me to look at. They were screamed for attention and were incredibly slutty, the preserve of porno girls, or prostitutes. They had been the things in the shoe shop that had affected me most and, when I had told her, Vivienne had delighted in making me buy them.

‘Oh, now those boots were just MADE for you, Anita. You look so right in them’, Davina had smiled, she had walked up to me and stroked my face, ‘imagine how you will feel wearing them in front of a man who has paid for you’

Davina panned the camcorder out so that my viewers would be able to see me, sat against the red cushions, my right leg up, bent at the knee and balancing on my stiletto, my left leg open and to the side. My pussy had been made up with oils and lubricants to look like I was aroused and slick with my own juices. My gaping lips were framed by a short stretch of inner thighs and then the white artificial leather of my thigh boots. The stiletto heel of my bent left boot sat close to the entrance to my pussy, completing the scene.

‘This down here, between my favourite boots…..this is my hot…..wet….cunt’

I opened my legs a little more and thrust myself up towards the camera

‘See how my cunt-lips are all glistening?....Well that’s because I need a fuck SO badly right now!’

I tried to let the camera see how needful I was, I tried to summon a sense of intense sexual frustration and lust to myself

‘Please….You guys have to promise that you will come and fuck me!’

I swung around and got down on all fours, lowering my body down and then parting my legs and pushing my backside up to the camera.

‘And if you don’t feel like a piece of my cunt, then my little ass will be waiting for you’

At this, the tail-end of my video presentation, I was on all fours, bending my head round to face the camera which was looking straight between my buttocks.

‘I’ve had it bleached because I think it looks pretty and, well, inviting!.......... I wonder if you can imagine sliding your cock inside me here…….mmmmmmmm!.......the thought just drives me WILD!.....And let me tell you, you won’t have to imagine it for much longer…….in a while, you’ll be able to have the real thing……..I know I can’t wait……Can you?

I reached behind and gently spread myself so that they could see all of my bleached asshole. It was not something that I got to see much of myself, but Davina, Vivienne and Trisha had all made a fuss over how ‘pretty’ it was after the treatment. Now that the camera was off my face, I allowed myself to blush with shame and to screw up my eyes. The last thing I really wanted to do was to advertise myself, but to advertise my ‘cunt’ and my ‘ass’ this way was inconceivable. And the way I had been forced to talk about myself made me cry with shame.

The camcorder beeped as Davina stopped the filming.

‘Finally, something that was JUST passable. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was repetitive, and stupid, but then you really are just a vacuous little slut-girl, and we’re not expecting an oratory masterpiece from you’

She patted me patronisingly on the head, like I was a disappointing child that had finally done something that was just passable.

I couldn’t look at her. I was so relieved that I had done something acceptable. I just looked down at the glowing number 4 on my bracelet and wished we could start again at zero.

After the failure at my workout, Davina had prepared me, sat me up on a red velvet chaise-long and then thrust the camcorder into my face. She had said that we would be working on my presentation and language skills. She had fetched a digital camcorder and had announced that this was as good a time as any for me to record my first video diary.

‘We usually post some teasers on the website about up-and-coming new girls. We find that it can generate real interest for when you are fully trained and ready to go to work. Sometimes we’ve even had advance bookings for weeks of a girl’s time!’

She had fiddled with the lens cap and looked unsure about the buttons.

‘Also, it’s nice to make a record of your journey as you train, and the clients enjoy seeing that as well. It’ll be funny in a year’s time, when you’re a brazen stripper and hardened and heavily-used sex worker, to look back at this amateur effort and see how naïve and inexperienced you were’

She had smiled and for the first time I saw the sadism on her face, I saw how she was enjoying the process of my degradation. I had started to cry when she had painted this picture of what the future held for me. I couldn’t control myself as I thought of what life would be like as a full-time stripper and whore. Davina ignored me.

‘So, I want an introduction and then a guided tour of your body for the fans at home. I want you to convince us of what a slut you are and of how much you want the boys at home to come in and give you a good seeing to. Take it away!’

When I had just sobbed at her, she had walked over, yanked at my hand and when I looked down, ‘3’ had been summoned to my bracelet. She made no attempt to comfort or help me.

I had breathed quickly and hurriedly started with some weak ‘hello’ comments and then a feeble smile and a shy invitation to look at my ‘breasts’.

‘4’ had immediately followed.

‘You are supposed to be a dirty slut Anita! I don’t want to see you looking shy or to hear that kind of language from you’

I couldn’t believe that she was using this expression to reprimand me for using language that was not dirty enough.

‘I’m so sorry Mistress’, I had begged ,’please, help me to do it properly, I don’t know what to say!’

The number ‘4’ was very scary indeed, and I didn’t want a ‘5’.

She had sighed and had then made me talk her through all my female body parts. Her hand had hovered, near my wrist as I carefully sounded my way through my anatomy.

‘My tits?’

That seemed ok. My hand travelled down.

‘My puss..’

She frowned. I gulped. I never ever used the c word.

‘My…….cunt..?’

She smiled.

I glowed, an uncomfortable deep red, and swallowed. I knew that this would be have to be a core part of my new vocabulary, given my new occupation. I felt incredibly dirty even saying that word, without it becoming the word that I would use to refer to my own genitals.

‘And what do you call these bits?’ she grinned and reached between my legs and, thankfully, before I could react, pinched and rubbed my inner lips between her thumb and forefinger, looking at me, expectantly, enjoying this little teaching exercise.

‘erm…..my……lips?...erm..No..Sorry Mistress…..my cunt-lips?’

‘That’s right’ she patted me on the head, ’clever girl! Now, let’s make your little film. Show off your stuff and your sexy new boots’