SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

"Open your mouth, slave," she demanded.

I opened my mouth and she sprayed the aerosol deep down my throat. It was cold! It seemed to freeze my throat way down into my chest. I gasped in shock.

"Do not speak!" said Dr. Omar urgently. "Very important! Your throat must thaw! It must warm up before you say anything again. Do not say a word until at least three hours have passed. Do you understand me, slave?"

I nodded.

Martha took me by the hand and led me to the main level of the house, which was far larger than I had at first suspected. This was apparently the level where Janet and Lucy lived. I was taken into a bedroom where Janet was waiting for me. It was all done in white and Janet rose from the desk at the side of the room as Martha and I entered.

"You have been told by the Doctor to keep silent?" asked Janet, and I nodded. "See that you do. It is very important. Now, sit at that vanity."

I sat at the vanity table she indicated. It had a lace covered stool that faced a large mirror and the top of the vanity table was covered with various kinds of cosmetics.

"We will start with your doll make up," Janet explained. "Later on, you will learn to do women's and fashion model make up, but today you are Lucy's birthday doll. Pay attention! You will be expected to do this on your own quite soon."

Janet pulled my long brown hair back from my face and tied a scarf around my head, then she went about making me up as I watched in the mirror and listened to her instructions. First, she applied a base that made me very pale. My nearly non-existent eyebrows were drawn on. Blue eye shadow filled in my eyelids and my lashes were made heavy with mascara. Two small circles of rouge were applied to my cheeks and my mouth was painted in a very small and very red, Cupids bow. When she was finished, my face was, well, cute! I really did look like a little doll. I was actually pretty! I didn't want to be, but it was obvious that I was, pretty!

"Time to dress dolly for Lucy."

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