Part 2 - Re(s)training Angela.
Angela rushes upstairs eager to try the suit on, disturbed and a little
disgusted by Fiona who's brazen almost flirting nature has made her feel
uncomfortable but nervously excited, like she's never before. She undoes the
clasp on her long skirt letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it,
she then removes her new top, finally standing just in her white lacy bra and
black satin thong panties. She glances at herself in the mirror and is shocked
to see how red her face is and prominent her nipples are.Trying to calm down she
looks at the clothes she has brought with her. She slips her legs into the skirt
and pulls it up. Its seems tight and much shorter than Fiona's. She tries to
position it so the split isnt obvious, but no matter what she does the skirt
seems to gape open exposing almost all of her leg and only just covering her
panties. Next she reaches for the blouse, still warm from Fiona's body and
smelling of her perfume. She pulls it on, but its obviously too small. She
pauses not sure what to do, but her eagerness to be rid of Fiona and these
disgusting feeling, resigns her to making do. She buttons the blouse as much as
she can but it will barely button midway, bulging open and making her bra clad
breasts obviously visible, lifting them more than normal, her hard nipples
pressing against the thin fabric of her bra and blouse. She pulls on the jacket
doing it up in order to hide the tight fitting blouse. Standing before the
mirror she looks at herself, her breasts are lifted high and still prominent
even with the jacket buttoned, the skirt is tight against her legs with the
split wide open almost cut to her thighs. She is reminded of how slutty Mrs
Dilton looked earlier on. She tries to pull the skirt down but only manages an
inch or so. Resigned to the fact that it wont fit better she decides, with some
trepidation, to go downstairs to show Fiona.
Fiona hears Angela coming back down stairs and smiles to herself, awaiting a
better of view of the young nervous girl, knowing full well that the clothes
will barely fit her. Angela walks into the room looking flustered and obviously
uncomfortable in the clothes. Fiona is standing there hands on hips, her bra
clad breasts with obviously long hard nipples facing Angela. Angela looks up at
Fiona and pauses, unable to avert her gaze from Fiona's breasts. "Erm well what
do you think? I don't really think its my size actually" mumbles Angela. "Oh I
think you look wonderful dear, why dont you give me a twirl". Angela turns
slowly aware that Fiona is watching her every move, shes feels embarassed and
ashamed that she has let this woman into her home. "Thats a good girl and is the
skirt a good fit?" prompts Fiona. "Well.." starts Angela, but before she can
finish "Why dont you bend over and see if it stretches correctly" says Fiona.
Afraid to argue and eager to get the experience over with she leans forward a
little feeling the skirt rise higher on her thighs, aware that moving too much
is going to make the skirt rise even more. Fiona has positioned herself behind
Angela and watches as the skirt rises to reveal Angela's creamy thighs. "mmmmm
excellent" Fiona thinks to herself. "Why dont you let me take a quick picture
for you Angela so that you can see exactly what you look like from behind" Fiona
says smirking, while retrieving a small polaroid camera from her bag. Before
Angela can respond she hears the click of the camera and the flash as Fiona
takes a picture. "Bend over a little more and open your legs wider Angela so
that we check the fit is perfect" Fiona says almost sternly. Without thinking
Angela spreads her legs a little wider. "more Angela my dear and make sure you
bend a little, lean against the wall if you need to" Fiona says. Yet again
feeling flustered and nervous Angela responds widening her legs aware that this
is making the skirt rise more and then bending forward leaning against the wall,
suddenly realising that her panties must be fully exposed yo Fiona's gaze. Fiona
smiles as Angela widens her stance and leans against the wall bending over more.
"Good she's responding to my commands already" Fiona thinks to herself. Fiona
lifts her hand and rubs her nipple through her bra as she watches Angela skirt
rise to reveal her satin black panties, tight against her crotch outlining her
pussy lips quite clearly with wisps oh hair obvious at the edges. "Click!" and
Angela hears the camera again as Fiona take another picture of her in this
exposed position. "Thats lovely dear, you can stand up now. Oh and I do love
those satin panties!" says Fiona. Angela feels a warm flush go through her body
as she stands again. Fiona stands beside her with the photos in her hand. "See I
think the skirt fits wonderfully, dont you?" says Fiona gliding closer to Angela
her nipples rubbing against Angela's arm.
Angela looks at the pictures feeling flushed and hot with Fiona standing so
close, watching her reaction. They remind her of the top shelf magazines she
glanced at earlier, her arse pushed out and in the second one her panties
clearly visible. "Oh I'm not sure! I really shouldn't have done that. They dont
really fit". "Oh I think your wrong, now why dont you take that jacket off so we
can see the blouse". Before she can respond Fiona steps in front of her and
undoes the jacket pushing it off Angela's shoulders but leaving her arms in it,
almost restraining her. "mmmmmmm that looks lovely and your breasts really fill
it out" Fiona says. Angela is anxious as she cannot move her arms to cover her
body and is well aware that her nipples are hard and pressing against the
blouse. "Oh and is that a lovely bra I see there as well? lets have a look shell
we" says Fiona. Angela begins to protest as Fiona reaches up to undo the first
button but is powerless to stop her "Please no" she whimpers but Fiona continues
onto the second button which releases her bra clad breasts. "Mmmmmmm now that is
nice underwear" says Fiona as she strokes the lacy bra just grazing Angela's
hard nipples causing them to grow more and for Angela to shiver uncontrollably,
"but I'm sure I have something much nicer in my case. Lets remove your jacket
and blouse and I can see what we have for you". She takes the jacket off Angela.
Angela is so relieved that her arms are free that she doesnt complain. Fiona
pushes her blouse back removing, it her own breasts rubbing tantalisingly
against Angelas. " Now why dont you have a drink while I see what we have".
Glad to step away from Fiona, Angela takes her glass and drinks its contents not
noticing the slightly bitter taste. "Now take a seat and let me see what we
have" says Fiona in a stern voice again. Angela sits down quickly trying to
cover her chest. Fiona fusses in her case for 5 minutes waiting for the contents
of the drink to take effect. Angela's suddenly feels very warm and a little
muzzy headed. Her arms feel heavy and shes not sure what Fiona is doing, but all
of a sudden she doesn't feel stressed or care too much. She's aware that she is
staring at Fiona's arse and can see her panties under her skirt, but it no
longer worries her and she just feels a little excited.
Fiona's glances back seeing the change in Angela's expression. "Ahh dear I see
your relaxing a little. Now what do you think to these" says Fiona holding up a
diaphonous flimsy black bra which quite clearly has the nipples cut out and a
black pair of mesh thong panties similarly see through. Angela fighting her
drugged state knows they are somehow wrong but simply smiles and says "nice".
"Thats a good girl Angela now why dont you try them on. Stand up and let me help
you" says Fiona. Angela stands shakily to her feet. Fiona smiles seeing that the
girl is now totally in her control. She undoes the clasp on the skirt and
watches it fall to the floor able for the first time to see Angela glorious body
fully. She notices how firm Angelas body is and how it is obviously becoming
aroused from the rosey flush on Angela's face and her pert hard nipples. She
takes another photo and then moves towards Angela reaching behind her to unclip
her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Angela stands dazed simply smiling and
unable to do anything even though she is trying to resist and making small pleas
of "No". Moving swiftly Fiona takes the waist band of Angela's panties and
slides them down her legs, sniffing the fragrance eminating from her pussy as
she does so. "Mmmm what a lovely hot body you have my dear and oh what fun I am
going to have molesting you". She steps forward cupping one of Angela's breasts
flicking the nipple with her thumb, pleased at the response as it hardens
further. She steps back resisting the temptation to touch Angela further knowing
that she will have only a hazzy memory of this and wanting to make sure that she
is fully aware of what is going on when she does molest her. Wanting to hear her
begging for her to stop before she sucumbs and begins to beg for more.
She takes the new bra and clips it behind Angela's back before pulling the cups
into place. Squeezing and pulling her nipples through the cut outs. Next she
takes the panties, pulling them tight against Angela's crotch, Fiona noticing
that while a little puffy Angela is not yet fully aroused making later even
better. As a final touch Fiona pulls Angela's hair back putting it into two
schoolgirl pony tails and applies bright red lipstick, finishing it off by
applying it to her nipples. She stands back looking at Angela transformed into a
nice slutty little girl wearing slutty underwear all ready for her next lesson.
"Now ,don't you look pretty Angela! why don't we go upstairs so that you can see
what you look like in a full mirror and then you can have a little lie down" say
Fiona as she lightly spanks Angela's arse. She reaches into her case removing a
small collar and chain attaching it quickly to the drugged Angela she picks up
the case and then leads Angela by the chain and collar towards the stairs.
