SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

I felt somewhat ill at ease at being in the ladies dressing rooms. in the department store, but the other women seemed to take no notice of me, except for some admiring glances at my hair do. Joyce was very pleased with the way the pink cocktail dress looked on me and she bought it without having me try on any others, which was a relief.

Joyce took me all over the store, buying everything a young woman could want in the way of lingerie and accessories to go with that dress. We even stopped in the shoe department to buy a pair of pink high heels that tied at the ankles with pink satin ribbons.

Finally, our shopping trip was done and Joyce drove me back to her house. She had me carry all the packages inside and lay them on the bed. She ran a bubble bath for me, had me strip, put my hair up in a bonnet to protect it from the bath water, then left me to soak in the bubble bath. The water was very relaxing and I lay in a half-drowsy state and thought about the day's events. This really wasn't so bad! I mean, I hadn't been hurt in any way. I had to admit that I was really very pretty which had come as a shock at first, but I was slowly adjusting to it.

In fact, I was sort of having fun now that the initial embarrassment had worn off. If all Joyce wanted was a sort of living doll to play with, then I was paying off the three thousand dollars very cheaply. The only thing that worried me was what she had done to my voice. My throat felt normal again, but for some reason, I was afraid to speak. Joyce interrupted my thoughts by coming back into the bathroom.

"OK, Honey, enough soaking in the tub. It's time to get you dressed for tonight," she said.

Joyce helped me out of the tub and dried me off with a big fluffy green towel. She gave me a close shave with a straight razor, redid the make up on my cheeks where I had been shaved, then covered my body in a fragrant body lotion. I was getting used to simply obeying her commands and stood still to let the body lotion get absorbed by my skin. Joyce gave my body a dusting of Yardley Rose Dusting Pow-

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