Long overdue update, but at least it's a long one! This story will be finished, friends, and I have so many more kicking around in my head. That said, when I compare my writing to a lot of stuff this... niche, it seems a lot higher quality than most. I might start writing kindle books to make some money/encourage faster output, let me know if you'd be a receptive audience member with a whopping $1.99 to spare. I'll finish this one for free though, since I have a conscience. Final note to any board admins that might be reading: Pasting from Word is Hell , please make it easier.
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Part 4
Vixen pulled Lana’s dazed and disheveled form out of the office, leaving Misti to revel in the afterglow. As she led Lana across the club back to the locker room, Vixen smiled at all the looks and whispers Lana was getting. Lana didn’t notice as her eyes were glued to her toes; the normally confident club owner seemed too embarrassed to face her employees. Considering her red, shiny face and lack of clothes, it was hard to blame her.
Lana was relieved that the locker room was empty, but wasn’t sure why they came back here, Miss Vixen told me to, she needed to start her day; the excitement of the past two days had put her way behind on her administrative duties. Miss Vixen answered the unasked question matter-of-factly, “That was a great example of service you gave Misti earlier, but you’re way too messy to dance right now. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for work.”
Lana summoned up what little will she had to speak up, “Um, Miss Vixen, I really don’t have too much time to dance today; there’s lots of office work I need to do and other stuff, and dancing’s fun, but it’s not really my main jo- “.
“Lana, your job here is to be a role model for your employees, so they can do their best every day! If you’re in the back office all the time, how will they follow your example?” Vixen shimmied out of her clothes casually as she asked the rhetorical, smiling at Lana’s eyes which were locked on her endless curves. She turned around to give Lana a view of her ass, “You need to be up on stage, so the other girls can watch and learn”. She lifted one cheek, let it fall and jiggle, then did the same with the other. Lana’s mouth was too dry to answer, she just nodded as one hand slowly made its way towards her frustrated little slit.
Satisfied her would-be boss was subdued, Vixen locked the door then grabbed her by the busy hand and led her into the shower, ignoring Lana’s desperate mewling. She turned the water on full heat making Lana jump in surprise, “Don’t worry, baby. It’s just hot to make sure you’re all the way clean”. The larger woman wrapped herself around the petite Lana so the back of Lana’s neck resting between Vixen’s generous brown breasts. Vixen had one hand gently teasing circles around Lana’s navel, and the other running fingers through her long, black hair; Lana was in Heaven.
Lana closed her eyes and leaned into the softness of Vixen’s curves. Miss Vixen is so good to me, I’m going to make her so proud on stage. I hope she’ll watch me. Lana let out a soft gasp in the steam as she pictured herself onstage. The only person in the crowd was Mistress Vixen. She crawled up to her lone patron and put her inferior, little breasts in the woman’s face and her arms around her slender neck. In her mind Vixen had grabbed one of her nipples while the other hand was sliding $100 bill down Lana’s skinny stomach, past her bikini bottoms, and right against her overheated pussy. Lana came with a shudder, braced against Vixen’s Amazonian frame.
The scene playing out in reality wasn’t much different. Hidden in the steamy stall, Vixen’s hand had traced a path right to the little pink cleft between Lana’s legs. The other was softly tweaking her nipple while her mouth was busy nibbling Lana’s ear. The red little girl was about to cum again when Vixen’s ministration painfully slowed then stopped. She impotently pushed her body into Vixen’s, but it didn’t do anything other than increase her frustrations. Vixen chuckled at the pathetic display, “Calm down baby, we’re just getting started and this isn’t all about you. Why don’t you get down there and show Miss Vixen what you’re good for?”
Needing no further prompt, Lana knelt down and started kissing the altar of My Goddess. She felt Vixen’s hands running through the long, black trusses of her hair, pushing her tongue deeper into the folds of her pussy. Two days ago, this would have upset her; now, the hands holding her face against another woman’s pussy felt reassuring. My Goddess is guiding me, she knows best. Lana smiled as Vixen’s voice woke her from bliss, “I love your hair Lana; it’s a shame that it looks like my pussy hair, it’s confusing when you’re down there, it’s hard to know what to grab”. As if to emphasize her point, Vixen’s hands left Lana’s head for a moment as she ran fingers through her thick bush. The kneeling girl’s worried, blue eyes shot up to meet Vixen’s. Oh God, what did I do wrong? How do I know if I’m in the right spot? Vixen smiled into the pretty eyes staring up at her from beneath her mound; she soothed the nervous girl, “Don’t worry, I can fix that”. Lana calmed down and closed her eyes again as the soft but firm hands of Mistress Vixen found their rightful place on the back of her head. “Yes baby, you’ll make a cute blonde. Black’s not your color anyway”.
She felt the pressure on her head lighten up, but Lana barely registered the words as she sucked up and down the thick brown lips of Vixen’s pussy. Unbeknownst to her, as Vixen worked her hands through the girl’s hair this time, it was getting lighter. The thick black hair that Lana was so proud of was becoming brown, as the black washed down the drain like cheap dye. Unsatisfied, Vixen began scrubbing harder, as if shampooing the little girl between her legs. For her part, Lana enjoyed the feeling of her head being twisted and shoved into the pussy, no idea the changes that were happening. The black circling the drain was now brown, as the hair in Vixen’s hands lightened to sandy, then platinum blonde. There were no discolored roots to be seen, her girl was now a true blonde. Smiling triumphantly, Vixen pulled up the brand-new blonde to look her over. Something still wasn’t to her liking.
Slowly Lana came down from her pussy high. Seeing the angelic hair coming from her head, she tugged at it, only to feel a sharp pain, “What did you do to my ha-“ Vixen hushed her and Lana quickly complied, ashamed she had spoken out of turn. After a moment where it seemed like Vixen was inspecting a work of art, Lana spoke up again, much more softly, “I’m sorry Miss Vixen, it’s just that I’m confused. Why is my hair blonde now? Did you dye it?”
As if she was explaining a simple concept to a child, Vixen replied, “No baby, your black hair didn’t suit you, so I got rid of it. This is your new hair color. Just like those silly curves that didn’t suit you yesterday, I got rid of it, and it’s never coming back. You’ve spent your whole life building a bad bitch image, and it probably seemed so real to you, but it wasn’t. You tried to be an independent woman, surround yourself with subordinates and weak men to make yourself feel stronger, but in the presence of a real bad bitch,” Vixen looked down into Lana’s eyes as she cupped her heavy tits and let them fall, “that image just fell right apart”.
Lana looked down, ashamed. It wasn’t just an act was it? I’ve been a badass my whole life, I’m just as sexy and tough as she is… Lana stole a glance at Vixen’s frame; there was no comparison. Starting at the legs, Lana’s were athletic and thin, while Vixen’s were thick, strong and sexy. Their pussies offered even more contrast: Lana’s smooth mound, pink lips tucked in as if hiding, looked simply childish compared to Vixen’s thick, musky bush, barely containing her inviting, dark brown lips underneath. Raising her eyes to their chests was almost worse; her newly upturned nipples capped perky, apple-sized breasts. Vixen’s were just as perky, but at nearly triple the size, hers were gravity-defying mountains, capped with thick nipples that begged to be suckled. Seeing her shrunken tits stirred something in Lana. She’s doing this to me! She’s not some bad bitch who knows what’s best, she’s just trying to take what’s mine! That’s it, fuck her I’m going t-. As her gaze rose to meet Vixen’s predatory grin, her courage melted and she could barely keep eye contact. The submissiveness that Misti had given her recognized the hierarchy, and any will she had to fight against it had been given to Misti. Not only was Lana unable to fight against it, I want to give into it.
As Lana’s eyes went from angry, to scared, to subservient, Vixen sensed a turning point and changed her tone, “It’s ok, baby. That image was fake and I’m getting rid of it. I don’t want another bad bitch. I’m doing this to uncover the real you, that I know is a good little girl. Don’t you want to be my good. little. girl?” Vixen lifted the scared girl’s chin as she spoke the last three words. Lana’s pussy melted. The real me is a good little girl, Vixen’s good little girl. She accepted her new role as she planted delicate kisses from the taller woman’s neck, working down to her tits. She was about to suck one of her fat nipples when Vixen pulled away. “Not yet baby, there’s still one thing off. Your hair looks way fake on your tan skin, good little girls don’t do something dangerous like tanning, do they?” Lana could tell Vixen wanted her to say no, so she shook her head. Vixen smiled at the new stage Lana had entered, “No, good little girls stay inside and take care of their skin with lots of lotions and sunscreen. But, it looks like you got all tan while you were pretending to be a bad bitch, didn’t you?” Lana dejectedly nodded, but her spirits rose with Vixen’s tone, “It’s ok, little one, Mistress Vixen can fix it for you. Turn around and put your hands on the wall”.
I think my skin looks pretty all tan, but I guess it is weird with blonde hair. Good girls obey first and think later. Lana quickly did as she was told. She sighed, feeling Vixen’s hands rubbing her back, then reaching around to her torso and breasts. She gasped as the skilled hands worked up to her neck and sensitive ears. She bit her lip as fingers tickled the contours of her face. Closing her eyes, she arched her back expectantly as Vixen massaged her arms then worked back down towards her ass. Good girls spread their legs. Her pussy was open for the taking but Vixen passed right over it, instead kneading the girls bubbly butt cheeks before slipping a finger into the tight hole between them. When it emerged, along with a fresh squeal from Lana, the hole was bright pink instead of dark brown. A similar effect had taken place everywhere else on the small girl’s body. Gone was her deep tan from years of surfing and sunbathing. Her skin was now pale white, Lily white, just like the good little girl she now was.
Unlike her hair color, which washed off and down the drain, her skin pigment hadn’t washed off. Instead, it was all under Vixen’s hand, which was currently resting on Lana’s stuck out, squirming ass cheeks. It looked like a big, dark brown birth mark. Vixen came up with a plan, “Now sweetie, I know you liked your dark skin, and probably don’t want to be completely pale”. Lana let out a quiet ‘Mhmm’, happy that Mistress Vixen was being so nice. Her trap was set, and Vixen pounced, “I’ll give you ten good spankings, and if you’re a good little girl and count them for me, I’ll let you keep your all your pigment”. Lana was only too happy with the terms and nodded vigorously. Vixen wrapped one arm under the girl’s belly, bracing it against her larger torso; Lana wasn’t going anywhere. “Alright, be strong for Mistress Vixen”.
SLAP! Lana’s eyes shot open, both in the pain and the shock of the wet slap on her tight little body “One!” Oh my God that was so hard, she’s way too big to hi-
SLAP! Her thoughts scattered with the second spank, “Two!” Holy shit this hurts so bad, bu-
SLAP! “Three!” Good girls are polite. Wait, polite about wha-
SLAP! “Four, thank you Miss Vixen, can I have another please?” The torturer smiled with sadistic glee. Her good little girl’s psychological and physical changes were accelerating. On her backside, the brown birthmark was breaking apart under Vixen’s punishment.
SLAP! “Five, thank you Miss Vixen, can I have another please?” Lana started playfully swaying her hips, as if to tempt her tormentor. This feels so weird, it hurts so bad but feels so g-
SLAP! “Six, thank you Miss Vixen, can I have another please?” There were brown spots all over her bright red cheeks now, seeming to scatter farther with each hit.
SLAP! “Seven, tha - nk you Miss Vi - xen, can I – please - have another please?” The tiny girl was trembling, gasping, and working towards a huge orgasm.
SLAP! “Eight, thank you Mistress, please more!” The brown birthmark had completely shattered and hundreds of brown spots were all over Lana’s butt and lower back.
SLAP! “Nine, pleeeease?” Her pussy quivering in anticipation. Pain from my Goddess is pleasure.
SLAP! “Te -AHHHH!” In an instant, her hands slipped down the wall, she had her first squirting orgasm, and the dark spots broke apart and flew all over her body, concentrating on the bridge of her nose across her face, her butt cheeks, and the top of her breasts.
Vixen held up the little girl by her torso, the small body still braced firmly against hers. She shut off the water and set the semi-conscious Lana on one of the changing room benches. She dried off and dressed slowly, taking her time to recover her own stamina. She chose a black crop top with matching ripped booty shorts. By the time she was done, Lana was finally coming to, “What happened, Miss Vixen?”
Seeing her cute little girl rubbing those sleepy eyes, it was Vixen’s turn to drool, but she quickly recovered, “The world just became better, and your place in it finally makes sense”. Lana didn’t really get that answer, but she didn’t care enough to clarify, she was still a mile high in afterglow land. She looked down at her skin and long blonde hair, vaguely remembering Mistress Vixen doing something to it for her. She didn’t have much time to consider it when Vixen came up behind her with a towel and dried her off, then gave her a small package, “This is your outfit tonight”.
Lana looked at the bag and realized it was new from a lingerie store. Mistress Vixen bought me a gift?! She opened it with poorly concealed excitement. It looked like a pink school-girl outfit, complete with panties, skirt, mini blazer and hair ties. Well, I guess it’s still a present. Lana’s momentary disappointment vanished when she brought them close to her face. Mistress Vixen’s smell! She wanted to rub it all over herself; it was the next best thing to kneeling and worshipping at my Goddess’ pussy. Vixen smiled as she watched the scene; she wouldn’t just give her cute little girl a normal set of lingerie, she knew they would be a perfect fit for the girl, with a bit of help from herself.
Lana was trying her best to shimmy into the panties, plain white with ‘Good Girl’ written in pink cursive on the butt. Eventually they got over her hips, but the text on back was closer to ‘Gooirl’ with a few letters missing in her bottom. The skirt was riding up too, but it got over her hips ok. The blazer was another story, she could just leave it undone, but Vixen insisted, “You have to have something to take off!” As always, she was right. So, Lana got two buttons to close; the resulting pressure gave her as much cleavage as the petite girl could ever hope for. Vixen tied Lana’s hair in long, high pig tails, put pink converse on her feet, and stood her up so they could both look in the mirror next to each other.
Lana blushed at her new appearance. Her pale skin was bright white in the fluorescent light, broken up only by the youthful freckles on her face, and some she could see on her partially exposed ass. Her platinum pigtails got rid of any thoughts that she might be a serious adult. Contrasting with her baby face, the blazer gave her a woman’s cleavage, and it was so tight her nipples shown through. Her pale belly led down to the pink skirt, which didn’t even hide her ass. In the front, she had the beginnings of a camel toe, and in the back, it almost looked like she was wearing a thong, if it weren’t for the letters missing in her pert little butt cheeks. Looking to Vixen’s reflection, she just saw pure sexual authority. The woman was bigger than her in every way, and in her eyes, she saw power that Lana herself has never, could never possess. She instinctively knelt and rested her head on Vixen’s thigh; a gentle hand caressed her cheek on the other side. They both felt the new natural order settling in.
After a moment enjoying each other’s energy, Vixen spoke, “Lana is a relic of your past life. She doesn’t interest me anymore. Lily is your name now.” Lily said nothing, she just nuzzled her head closer to Vixen’s leg. Vixen couldn’t believe how well things had turned out so quickly. She’d had her fun here and was ready to take what she wanted, namely Lily, and Lily’s assets, and leave.
Vixen was considering her options when her new pet asked, “Mistress?”
Vixen waited a moment before realizing Lily wanted her permission to continue, “What, Lily?”
“How did all this happen?”
“Oh baby girl, this is the natural order; you were lost for so long you couldn’t see it. It just took a strong guide to help you find your place in the world. Don’t worry about that now though. Just be good little girl and go dance for Mistress Vixen”.
“Yes, Mistress Vixen”.
Back in the office, Misti woke up from her nap feeling better than she had in her entire life. For the first time she could remember, she had real ambitions, and wasn’t scared to go for them. She wanted to dance in the ballet, own her own club, a real dance club, she wanted to dump her shitty boyfriend and move into her own place, she wanted to tell the jerks who grab her ass on stage to fuck themselves, she wanted everything. But first, she wanted to sit on her haughty boss’ face and cum again just like that.
She was still naked and felt great about it. She had a sexy body and shouldn’t have to hide it, though she preferred to wear more on stage so she had more to take off. She was rummaging through Lana’s closet to find something black to wear when she saw it. A black leather tote with a silver ‘V’ on it. She instantly recognized it as Vixen’s, gawdy as it was. Curious to find out more about the new girl, she looked inside. Nothing of interest, just a wad of small bills, a locked iPhone, and makeup. Wait, makeup? The beautiful black woman never wore makeup as far as Misti could tell, not like she needed it. She took out one of the bottles of nail polish and it was empty, a weird brand she hadn’t heard of before, and what little residue there was wasn’t nail polish. It was a thin liquid, and it smelled sweetly. Where had she smelt this before? Vixen’s beautiful pussy.
Then Misti realized what was going on. She checked every bottle in the bag, and eventually found one half full. Filled with Lana’s old confidence, she read the label in excitement:
Queen Bee Beauty Elixir: Bee the queen you were meant to bee. Watch as your drones fall in line and beecome exactly what you need them to bee. Take what you want, leave what you need, the world will fall at your feet and love it there, all it needs is a taste of your honey!
Cheesy with a capital C. Normally, Misti wouldn’t touch this type of HSN snake oil with a ten foot pole, but spurred on by Lana’s desire to dominate, the power she had seen in Vixen was very tempting. She considered her options and smiled as her scheme took shape.