Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby Devomax2005 » Thu Jan 10, 2019 12:54 pm

Sorry to all of you who will assume there’s been an update - it’s the most annoying thing ever I know!

Just wondering if you’re near another chapter Violet-C? I’m checkin in twice a day :)

Jen x
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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby summertime » Thu Jan 10, 2019 1:02 pm

Devomax2005 wrote:Sorry to all of you who will assume there’s been an update - it’s the most annoying thing ever I know!

Just wondering if you’re near another chapter Violet-C? I’m checkin in twice a day :)

Jen x


Very vexing, my excitement has been quashed :shock:
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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby Devomax2005 » Thu Jan 10, 2019 1:03 pm

summertime wrote:
Devomax2005 wrote:Sorry to all of you who will assume there’s been an update - it’s the most annoying thing ever I know!

Just wondering if you’re near another chapter Violet-C? I’m checkin in twice a day :)

Jen x


Very vexing, my excitement has been quashed :shock:


I know I hate myself too. But I’m in need here...

Sorry x
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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby Violet-C » Fri Jan 11, 2019 5:11 am

New Chapter 9

By 6.30 after spending less than I would probably have spent purchasing a new pair of shoes or certainly a handbag in the past, I caught sight of my new image reflected in a shop window as I headed towards the pub. I looked positively vicious and so very young. I wore a vintage biker jacket over my old black hoody, with a red tartan pleated micro-mini, fishnet tights that I’d deliberately torn and Doc Marten 11 hole boots. I completed the look with a black rubber backpack with spikes on it to hold my purse small makeup bag and phone. I’d never felt so different to the old Andrea in my entire life. In fact, looking at the image I couldn’t think of myself as Andrea any longer and would introduce myself as Andie from now on, which somehow seemed more appropriate and less sweet than “Andrea”.

To further my transformation, I walked into the pub and ordered myself a pint of lager, something I would never have normally done and found a seat in the corner waiting for Suzy as some thrash metal played in the background.

I flicked through my i-phone looking at old images of Simon and me and some of my old work colleagues on nights’ out. I took a selfie and compared it with the old images. Other than the small beauty spot on my left cheek I was looking at the image of an entirely different person as I took a large gulp of the ice-cold lager, listening to the clunk of the heavy steel rings that I had just purchased against the thin glass. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but it tasted fantastic, my first alcohol in over three months.

I looked around at my surroundings and other than few suits, realised that I didn't actually look terribly out of place. Most people were in leather and denim, with a Goth couple across the room who seemed to briefly throw me an approving glance before returning to their conversation, The only people looking at me with any interest were the two young casually dressed guys at the bar and I wasn’t sure f they fancied me or looked at me thinking “What a dog, why has she done that to herself and why would she want to walk around looking like that?”

I then noticed Suzy looking around not instantly recognizing me when I smiled and waved.

She walked over and greeted me with a very affectionate hug and the words

“Wow, that was unexpected, you look amazing, if possibly a little out there, oh and by the way if no-one’s mentioned it the look really suits you and you have great hair” she said laughing.

“Thanks” I replied, “Let me get you a drink” and I headed to the bar to get her the girlie large glass of Chardonnay that she requested, making me feel even more like the rebellious teenager with my pint of lager. We were soon talking like long lost friends. She told me about discovering she was a lesbian when she had a crush on a girl a few years older than her in school although she didn’t then have the courage to do anything about it and that after a few failed relationships with boys, aged 22 just over two years ago she admitted to herself that she should be open about her sexuality and since then had had a number of girlfriends but was very much single at present.

I told her a heavily edited version of my life story, telling her I was bisexual which was probably a lie, having never had a single gay relationship in my life, but I felt in need of a friend so decided to be vague on some of that. I did however tell her that I had just split with a boyfriend without letting on how serious it had been and I admitted to being a sub, which went down well as she said she’d always been the Dom in any of her previous relationships. However I didn’t feel ready to tell me about my desires to be completely humiliated and imprisoned. I didn't want to scare her off at this stage and have her thinking she was having a drink with a raving lunatic!

As the evening wore on and by the third round of drinks, it began to realise that she clearly fancied me and was in the process of chatting me up.

When I told her I was approaching my 27th birthday, she practically fell off her chair as she’d put me down as being 21 or 22 at most. I felt flattered and amazed that the new image and weight loss actually made me seem so young and vulnerable.

It soon dawned on me that my recent self enforced abstinence from alcohol, coupled with my weight loss and my choice of drink in lager was hitting me and I was more than a little tipsy. I also realized that I was in no fit state to return to Simon that night even if I’d wanted to. I don’t know whether Suzy saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of me or whether she was simply being a good Samaritan but she suggested we go back to her flat and I could crash for the night. I agreed and before I realized what I was doing we were sitting next to each other on a Northern Line holding hands. Where exactly was this heading I wondered.

We got back to her small flat and she ordered takeaway pizza saying that I needed fattening up and with some food inside me started to sober up slightly. I hinted that I was knackered and pretended to not know where I was going to sleep when she kissed me full on the lips and led me to her bedroom. I paused asking to use some of her cleanser and looking back at me in the mirror was a hollow eyed pale skinned punk with a severe case of smudged eye-shadow. I really looked like the sort of person most people would either cross the road to avoid or take pity on thinking I was some young hopeless runaway. I really did look so terribly young and frail. I wiped some of the black stains from around my eyes and shortly afterwards I enjoyed my first genuine sensual lesbian experience. She looked at my tiny body and was clearly very turned on by my pierced nipples and used her tongue expertly on them and on my increasingly moist pussy. After some fantastic pure escapist love-making I awoke some time during the night with my left arm draped over her lovingly warm body. For the first time in a long-time I felt totally at ease with the world whilst my mind went over what had just happened and how I was now a completely different woman to the one I was just a few short months ago. “What next?” I asked myself.

Soon after, I got up, pulled on my black knickers and dirty T-shirt and made Suzy a coffee, which I returned to bed with, for some further erotic kisses and cuddles. She left for work soon after trusting me to clean up and let myself out whenever I was ready and telling me to text or call whenever I wanted to meet.

After showering and tidying up the place I got myself dressed in what would be my new uniform. The hoody, scuffed leather jacket, tartan mini, ripped tights and my Doc Martin boots that I had already fallen in love with. I plastered on the palest foundation and made up my eyes as black and heavy as possible and added a deep purple lipstick. Coupled with my pierced septum I looked hot in a scarily alternative way and a million miles away from the professional sleek Andrea of a few months ago. There was no escaping the fact that I had effectively become an entirely different person. I wasn’t sure if I was straight or gay, a loving sub or a depraved slave.

I had no idea how I was going to spend the day or more importantly spend the next night or even the rest of my life as I took one last look at my new reflection in Suzy’s bathroom mirror.

I closed her front door behind me and made my way along a typically suburban London high street in an area I was totally unfamiliar with. I bought myself a newspaper I decided on The Sun as something that seemed far more appropriate to my new image than The Guardian that I would usually read. Also, having been confined by my own choice I didn’t really know much of what had been happening in the world recently, not that I was going to find out much about real news from The Sun. I did however learn about Celebrity Big Brother and a television star’s gay affair!
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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby garfieldcat » Fri Jan 11, 2019 11:07 am

Nice new chapter!
Very different from the previous ones, but it makes the story even more enjoyable - can't be all kinks all the time I guess :D
Thank you!
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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby Violet-C » Fri Jan 18, 2019 6:57 am

Chapter 10

I went into a coffee shop that was largely deserted when two young mums arrived with their babies, both dressed just how I imagine I would have been if I’d been the professional young mum. New tight fitting jeans, ballet pumps and t-shirts under nice fitted leather and suede jackets. They tried not to stare at me but couldn't help themselves. I smiled sweetly back and they briefly did the same before averting their gaze as soon as possible to chat away and dote on their young babies. “They probably feel they have such perfect lives” I thought to myself wondering if they’d ever put themselves into a single edgy or dangerous situation as was becoming something of a habit for me. They probably had husbands who worked in finance or property, probably exactly as I could have had until I chose to throw it all away! I took a big sip of coffee, grabbed my black rubber backpack and stormed out. I could feel tears welling up inside and I just had to get out rather than sit there being stared at as they ran down my face.

I walked for miles in what I thought was the direction of the West End gradually pulling myself together and holding back the tears. I saw a bus approaching, heading toward Tottenham Court Road and simply decided to get on. I could spend time walking around Soho where I would now appear to fit right in.

I sat on the top floor of the bus, day-dreaming and going over in my head what had gone on the night before and whether there was a position for either Simon or Suzy in my life from now on. My flat was rented out for another couple of months at least and whilst there was nothing actually stopping me going back to live in Simon’s place, how would I fit back into that life. I no longer looked the part of a property developer and I’m not sure potential clients would be convinced that I was likely to have similar tastes to them in terms of décor when they looked at me, the seriously alternative slightly androgynous looking girl with the septum ring.

With regards to Suzy, she was sweet and seemed genuine, but did I really want a lesbian relationship and I had no idea if she was used to one night stands with girls and in her mind I might just be another ship passing in the night.

Getting off the bus I wandered through Soho looking at some of the slightly alternative shops that still operated there, but the on-going gentrification of even this part of London was very obvious.

I nervously stepped into one of the rougher pubs in Soho and ordered myself a pint of lager and proceeded to lose some change in one of the fruit machines and before long found myself in conversation with two Goth guys probably of a similar age to me and one of their girlfriends. I soon realized that I was slightly out of my depth when the conversation changed to the bands and music that they like. As my actual tastes were far too mainstream for the image I now presented to the world, but they didn't seem overly suspicious and after a few beers we were all quite drunk together. They were on their way to see some band I’d never heard of later that evening and were starting early on getting in the mood. I thought to myself that after a few more drinks they wouldn't be able to stand let alone enjoy a band.

The girl Debbie was determined to get a tattoo and we all followed along. It was obviously either too much beer or my on-going need to change but as Debbie got a most horrific skull tattooed on her left shoulder, I soon found myself lying on my back on the couch next to her.

I couldn't blame the tattooist for objecting but I finally convinced him to tattoo five letters across my stomach just above my belly button in the most amateurish prison style way he could.

The letters were” s L a v E” in different sizes and fonts and not even in a straight line or quite centred on my navel. I could tell that the tattoo artist looked at me as if I was quite mad and probably thought that she’d never done such poor quality work before, but as he wrapped the clingfilm around my waste I could feel an enormous weight lifting off me as if I’d finally made the real change I needed and by embracing my desire so publicly I was somehow free to live exactly as I wanted under my complete control. It was a feeling that was hard to describe but I felt an almost chemical high.

I was unsure as to where I was going to spend the night and rather reluctantly headed back to Simon’s riverside apartment not quite knowing what reception would await me. I let myself in and he was sitting at his desk typing away at his laptop.

“I was really worried about you” he began.

“Really?” I replied. “I don’t actually see any missed calls or messages. I rather get the feeling that you’ve had your fun transforming and humiliating me and now I’m surplus to requirements!”

“Andrea, you know that’s not true and I didn’t make you into the punk that’s standing in front of me. I loved your long hair and heels, I thought you were so sexy. But you chose this and I let you do it because I loved you and thought it would make you happy. Nothing was forced on you as you well know” he calmly explained.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be blaming you. I’m fucked up and I’ve fucked us up. I blame myself for this stupid crazed fantasy I had in my head, but look at me I can’t go back to being nice sweet Andrea anymore. I’m a different person now and look at this” I said unzipping my hoodie to show off my new artwork
across my stomach.

“Oh shit Andrea” he exclaimed “What the fuck have you done, is that permanent?”

“Yes it is. It says who I am and if I’m not slave I’m Andie from now on, there is no Andrea anymore” as I stomped off into the bathroom to admire myself in the mirror.

I stood there looking at myself in my torn fishnets with this strange creature that I still hadn’t grown used to looking back at me and I would be lying if I said I wondered if I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of my life. What was I doing to myself.

I returned to Simon and asked “Could I stay here tonight?”

“Andrea!” “Andie” I corrected him.

“This is still your home even if I’m the legal owner and you can stay here as long as you like. In fact I would still like to think of us as a couple and I still love you, even if this new image might take some getting used to”

“Thank you, that’s very sweet, but at present I’d like to stay in the spare room if you don’t mind and if we are over or if I’m cramping your style please just give me enough notice so I can sort my shit out”

“If that’s what you really want of course, but I still want to be with you”

I kissed him softly on the lips and thought I could just sense the slightest hint of him pulling back as the cold steel of my septum ring touched his upper lip.

“Thank you” I replied. “I’ll sort out my clothes and probably need to but a few more cheap items that better suit my new look’

“Are you saying that you don’t think your business suits will quite work with the new look” he joked

“I think we both know that’s the case” I replied

“By the way I love the boots” he commented as I walked into what had been our double bedroom to decide what if anything I could get away with from my old wardrobe.

The next few weeks seemed to drift by endlessly I cleaned the flat, I purchased some cheap clothes and visited Suzy who regularly shaved the back and sides of my head. I had become used to my new image and lived in micro minis, fishnets and chunky boots. I also added a few more piercings to my ears. I also walked straight past a girl that I’d sat next to in my old job for over 18 months and she didn’t recognize me at all which was something of a thrill. My only sex was with Suzy as Simon and I were clearly drifting apart. The renovation on the house was well underway and he told me that in a few more weeks it would be habitable and that we should talk about whether I wanted to live with him or not.

I was now spending my nights when I was with him as some kind of lodger sleeping in the spare room and he often didn’t come back home at all. He was clearly spending more time with Xena and I believed not just as a paying punter and I couldn’t really blame him. I had now met her when they were both going out to dinner together and when not wearing her dominatrix gear I had to admit she looked a million dollars. The dominatrix business obviously paid well and I couldn’t escape thinking that she was a far more suitable companion for Simon than I now was.

After a few weeks of this she told me that one of her two maids was going back to Latvia and that there was an opportunity for a slave like me to clean up and open the door to her punters and asked if I would be interested. Having visited her chambers with Simon in the past I couldn’t think of a logical reason to say no and accepted on the spot. I’d be paid cash, a percentage of her daily takings and any tips that guests gave to me directly I could keep.

I was soon working for her on about three days each week when I’d clean all her toys and rubber outfits between clients and open the door to anyone who came in for an appointment. It was mundane and boring and she insisted that I wore a rubber basque with suspenders to hold up my fishnet stockings but I could at least wear my industrial boots not the sky high stilettos that's he always wore.
My days tended to start at about 10 in time for her first client that would generally turn up at around 11 and I’d stay until close to midnight, so they were long tiring days but they gave me a sense of fulfillment in that I was essentially skivvying for her but was also wearing the clothes that I’d grown to love. My nights would now be split evenly between Simon’s spare room and Suzy’s place and we had become increasingly adventurous in the bedroom as I absorbed knowledge from observing Xena at work and the fact that Suzy had a girlfriend who worked as a dominatrix’s maid seemed to turn her on incredibly. But for all I learned about the depravity and crazy fetishes of some of Xena’s clients I realized that I was being inexorably drawn back to the filth and squalor I'd inhabited in that stinking cellar. Somehow playing these games wasn’t enough. I knew I had a desperate desire to sink lower, maybe lower than ever before.
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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby BigBoy56 » Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:32 am

Wow! how much further can she sink?
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Re: Andrea's Downgrading & Degradation (DG)

Postby garfieldcat » Fri Jan 18, 2019 11:56 am

Another fantastic chapter! Thank you.
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