SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

Martha worked on training me to walk and move gracefully in a feminine manner, and I practiced talking in my squeaky little girl's voice in order to learn a sweet and girlish speech.

Lucy came home at the end of my day's classes and we played fashion show again for several hours. I learned how to serve her at dinner and was allowed a small meal myself. Then Lucy decided that I would be her baby. She undressed me and then put me into diapers and a christening gown and we spent the rest of the evening with her pushing me about the house in a baby carriage, showing me off to Janet and Martha and feeding me several bottles of warm milk formula!

Finally, her bedtime came and I once again donned the bikini and bathed her before putting her to bed. Then, Martha took me to my room, saw that I was properly dressed in the baby doll nightie and put me to bed.

The days became weeks, the weeks became months, and I gradually became used to my role as a slave girl. My day started with a visit to Dr. Omar's office for shots and medication. My body hair had long since been removed by the electrolysis device and twice daily applications of body lotion had made my skin smooth and soft. The posts had come out of my ears and I usually wore a pretty pair of earrings in my pierced ears. The daily shots and hormone pills had caused my breasts to enlarge and they had swollen to the point where I now had a pair of tits on my chest that required a CCup bra to contain them. My hips and my ass had grown, while my waist had been reduced to a mere twenty-five inches. My clothes fitted me much better and I walked and moved with a confident, feline grace in my feminine attire.

I had very little contact with the other slave girls outside of the classes. They had accepted me as one of them, but talking between us was forbidden. New girls arrived from time to time, and they were usually quite afraid and cried a lot for the first few weeks. I learned later that Dr. Omar would regularly go out looking for girls who were hitchhiking. She would pick them up, and if they were pretty enough, they would end up at the slave school instead of the destination they had planned on.

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