RELUCTANT PRESS

"I've always wanted a dolly like you, Cathy," said Lucy. very excited. "You stand still and your Mommy will change your clothes."

I stood passively as Lucy undressed me completely. I soon stood naked before her as she inspected my body, including my penis, which she held in her little hands.

"What a funny little thing," she said. "If you are a bad dolly, Cathy, your Mommy will take it right off! Now, wait here."

Lucy left the room and I stood there in terror of what she had said. Her Mother just might let her do such a thing! I would have to be careful to be the good dolly she wished me to be.

Lucy returned with a big box of clothes and began to dress me. She dressed me in a pair of black nylon panties, a garter belt and black silk stockings, a black bra that had fake tits built into it, a black half-slip and matching camisole, then a black cocktail dress with a flaring skirt, low bodice and long, transparent sleeves. She put two pearl bracelets on my wrists and a pearl choker around my neck, then stood back to look at me.

"You are very pretty, Cathy," she said, "but I don't like your hair. Come with me!"

I followed Lucy out of her bedroom and she took me to the slave level. We entered a room set up like a beauty parlor.

"This is my new dolly, Cathy," Lucy complained to a young slave girl who was inside. "I don't like her hair this way. I want her to be a blonde. She should have bangs and lots of curls. Give her a perm too," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," said the slave girl. "Sit over here, Cathy." I sat in a reclining chair and the slave girl went about changing me to Lucy's liking. My hair was washed, bleached, colored, cut, permed and then set in rollers while Lucy watched. I spent a while under a hair dryer, then my hair was brushed out and styled to Lucy's liking. A look in the mirror showed me that I now had long bangs falling over

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