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 Valerie by Julien Sorel (juliensorel61@hotmail.com)
Categories: FF, Fdom, mc, nc, humil

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   The story is based on some pencil drawings that I did a long time ago.

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   The girl was 18, tall, raven-haired, and a real dish, with a
heart-shaped face, violet eyes, and a voluptuous body in a tight black
dress that emphasized her big, womanly curves.  She was also loud, brash,
and not a good judge of social situations.  Her date, who looked at least
ten years older, became disgusted with her vulgar, aggressive manner, and
walked out of the ritzy cabaret without her.  But the girl, whose name was
Valerie, landed on her feet, as she usually did, and was taken in by a pack
of businessmen sitting at the next table.  She wound up on the arm of
Harrison, a big, gray-haired man of 50 who didn't care in the least that
the girl was stupid and abrasive.

   The floor show that night was a hypnotist by the name of Clarissa, a
handsome woman of about 45, tall and thin with blonde hair, and dressed in
a sparkly showgirl outfit.  She looked and acted like a well-to-do soccer
mom, though in fact she had never married nor known any life other than
show business.

   Valerie, somewhat the worse for alcohol, wasn't a very good audience,
and loudly expressed her doubts when Clarissa hypnotized a few volunteers
and convinced them to do some silly, harmless things.  Harrison told
Valerie to shut the fuck up, but in a pleasant way; he didn't really care
one way or another about her making a public nuisance of herself, but he
wanted to see how much authority he had with the gorgeous teenager.

   "But this is ridiculous," protested Valerie, accidentally spilling some
wine down her inviting cleavage.  "She's paying those people to pretend
they're hypnotised."

   If Clarissa was troubled at all by the fuss, she hid it well.  She
dismissed her volunteers, acknowledged the audience's applause, then said,
"Would the young lady like to give me a hand with my next demonstration?"

   The audience yelled its approval.  "Go fuck yourself, you old faker!"
yelled Valerie.

   "Val, put your money where your big old mouth is and get your ass up on
that stage," said Harrison, with a big smile.  "You're crazy!  You're
drunk!" said Valerie, but she was smiling too; she secretly wanted to get
up on stage.  Eventually Harrison put both hands on Valerie's amazing ass
(her best feature, among many good ones) and pushed her onto the platform,
where she stood grinning and basking in the audience's applause.  She was
an alcoholic mess, but she still looked terrific: her smile was worth a
million dollars.

   Clarissa seemed happy to have the curvaceous youngster onstage.  "Can I
offer you a seat, Val?" she asked.

   "Valerie, if you don't mind," said Valerie.  "Go ahead, give it your
best shot.  It won't do you any good."

   "I'm sure it won't," said Clarissa, pulling up a chair for herself and
putting it face-to-face with Valerie's, so that the audience was looking at
the women's profiles.  "With your permission, though, I'll try a technique
that I reserve only for very special guests." Clarissa sat facing Valerie,
so close that she had to put her long legs on either side of the girl's. 
"Do you mind my touching you?"

   "Go for it," said Valerie, getting another burst of applause from the
audience.  Clarissa had used spinning discs to hypnotize the other
volunteers.  But now she leaned close to the tipsy beauty, putting her
hands on Valerie's elbows and pressing her thighs against hers.  Their
faces were just inches apart.

   "Describe my eyes," said Clarissa.

   "They're blue," said Valerie.

   "What else?' said Clarissa.

   "They have too much eyeliner." The audience laughed.

   "Please help me by being as quiet as possible," said Clarissa to the
audience.  Then, to Valerie: "Look into the blue part of my eyes and tell
me what you see."

   After a second, Valerie said, "There's a black fleck."

   Clarissa started moving her hands slowly down Valerie's forearms in a
repetitive motion.  Valerie flinched a little; Clarissa noticed, and
stopped immediately.  She moved her hands to Valerie's lower biceps, and
kneaded the soft flesh gently.  This time Valerie seemed to accept the
caress.

   "And in the other eye?" asked Clarissa.

   "There's a fleck in both eyes," said Valerie, more quietly.

   "Now, just keep looking at the flecks in my irises, and let yourself
rest," said Clarissa in her beautiful, full stage voice.  She was running
her hands further and further up the back of Valerie's arms, and pulling
the girl slowly toward her, so that Valerie's bare knees were drawn along
the inside of Clarissa's stockinged thighs, closer and closer to the crotch
of her black tights.

   Valerie's mouth fell a little bit open as she stared at the flecks.  Her
eyes rolled briefly upward, then settled again.

   "When you get tired, just let your eyes close, and keep relaxing," said
Clarissa.  Her hands reached around Valerie's arms and caressed the girl's
naked shoulder blades.  Valerie's knees met at the join of Clarissa's legs,
and began to sink into the soft flesh there.  Her eyes fell shut as if they
were weighted.

   The audience remained as silent as the grave while Clarissa took Valerie
deeper and deeper into relaxation.  Her hands met at the girl's back, and
slowly traced a pattern down the sides of her spine.  One of Valerie's
shoulder straps fell down.

   "Can you hear me?" asked Clarissa.

   "Yes," said Valerie quietly.

   "Are you relaxed?"

   "Yes." She breathed in deeply: the palms of Clarissa's hands were flat
on her lower back and were pushing her rib cage gently up and out.

   "Would you do something if I told you to?" Clarissa slowly slipped off
her high heels one at a time, and placed her stockinged feet on the back of
Valerie's calves, pushing the girl's legs deeper into her crotch.

   After a while, Valerie said "Yes."

   "It feels good to do what you're told sometimes, doesn't it?"

   Valerie's second shoulder strap fell.  "Yes," she said.

   "Do you feel good now?" asked Clarissa.  Her hands brought Valerie's
torso forward again; the two were now so close that Valerie's fleshy chest
made glancing contact with Clarissa's more modest, better covered curves.

   "Yes," said Valerie.

   "And you'll do whatever I tell you?" asked Clarissa.

   "Yes," said Valerie.

   "Do you feel my hands on your back?"

   "Yes."

   "I'm going to take them away now.  But I want you to imagine that you
can still feel them caressing you.  Will you do that?"

   "Yes."

   Clarissa gently disengaged herself, stepped back into her high heels,
and moved away, smiling at the audience.  Valerie remained seated with her
eyes closed and her back arched forward, her luscious breasts almost
lifting free of her black dress.

   "Can you still feel my hands?" asked Clarissa.

   "Yes," said Valerie.  Her upper torso rose as if being lifted by
Clarissa's hands.  At the top of her motion, her left nipple popped stiffly
free of her bodice.

   The audience, which remained completely quiet throughout Clarissa's
seduction of Valerie, began to make appreciative noises again.

   "I'm going to stop touching you now, Valerie," said Clarissa.

   Valerie's upper body, which had been moving through a sensuous circular
motion, relaxed into stillness.

   "Now when I count to three, you can open your eyes.  But you'll stay
relaxed, and you'll continue to enjoy obeying what I tell you. 
One...two...three."

   Valerie opened her eyes and looked placidly around the room.

   "Stand up, Valerie, face this way, and remain still," said Clarissa. 
The curvy girl stood up, her nipple still peeking out of her dress, and
faced the audience.  Clarissa smiled at the audience, stuck out her finger,
and tweaked Valerie's bare nipple hard.  The audience laughed, but Valerie
remained still, a dreamy expression on her heart-shaped face.

   "Now just continue to stand still," said Clarissa, walking behind
Valerie and unzipping her tight dress, which fell to the ground like a
stone.  The audience broke out in hoots and applause: the obnoxious
teenager was wearing nothing beneath the dress but a skimpy black thong. 
Her naked body was spectacular: her big, upturned breasts sat high on a
massive rib cage, and her hips were even more substantial.  "Built like a
brick shithouse," said one of the businessmen at Harrison's table.

   Clarissa, who had seemed so well-bred at first, was showing a coarser
side.  "Lift your feet, one at a time, darling," she said.  She fished the
black dress from under Valerie's high heels and checked the tags.  "Size
12. Any of you girls out there a size 12?" A few women yelled out
drunkenly; Clarissa picked one and hurled the dress at her, saying "Here
you go, honey, it's all yours." She checked Harrison's table, expecting a
bad reaction; but Harrison just sat beaming, staring at Valerie's
thong-covered crotch.  The young brunette stared dreamily into space,
seemingly unaware that she was exposing herself.

   "Kick off your shoes, dear," said Clarissa.  Valerie obediently shed her
shoes and stood barefoot.  Clarissa once again tossed them to a girl in the
audience who wore the same size.

   Then Clarissa walked behind Valerie, knelt down, and, with a suggestive
smile to the audience, began to roll the stringy little thong down the
girl's majestic thighs.  Valerie lifted her feet on command, then stood
calmly, waiting for another order and showing her neatly trimmed pussy hair
to the hooting audience.  Clarissa said, "Any of you gentlemen want this?"
and got a roomful of volunteers.  She tossed the scanties to Harrison, who
had good-naturedly indicated his interest.

   "Valerie, don't you feel embarrassed, showing yourself stark naked in a
public place like this?" asked Clarissa sweetly.  The teenager blinked a
few times.  "Everyone in the room is looking at your boobs - can you see
them looking at you?" Valerie's eyes scanned the laughing audience
uncertainly.  "And don't you wish you hadn't trimmed your pussy hair so
much?  Because people are looking right through it and seeing some very
private things." Valerie fidgeted a bit.  "You can't cover yourself, but
you're feeling really, really embarrassed.  It's horrifying, isn't it? 
You're so completely bare, and everyone can see.  You really want to cover
yourself, but you can't do it."

   Even in the back of the room, the audience saw Valerie blush furiously.
The redness spread from her face down to her neck and the tops of her
breasts.

   "The really bad thing is that you have to walk around to each table,
stick your boobs out for inspection, then turn around and wiggle your butt.
Right now."

   The crimson girl made a circuit of the audience, who craned their necks
to watch as she awkwardly dangled her breasts and shook her ass for every
group in the room.

   When Valerie shakily resumed her standing position on the stage,
Clarissa said, "That was very good, sweetie.  You're so obedient that you
make me think of a little puppy.  Why don't you get down on your hands and
knees?"

   The teenager obeyed slowly, still looking flushed.  The people in the
back stood up, and the audience reacted loudly to the sight of Valerie's
magnificent rack swinging free beneath her.

   "Do you know how a puppy behaves?  Show me.  Open your mouth and let
your tongue hang out - that's very nice.  Go ahead, move around a little.
If I give you my hand, you'll lick it, won't you?  That's so sweet."

   After a minute or two of little adjustments, Valerie was frisking around
on all fours in a plausible imitation of a dog, panting and issuing little
yapping sounds.  The audience was clamoring and moving closer to the stage,
as Valerie's doggie posture was giving them a startlingly explicit view of
the girl's open cunt lips.

   Valerie's face was still bright red.  "It's so humiliating to be naked
in public, isn't it, Valerie?" said Clarissa.  She took Valerie's face in
her hands, positioning the girl so that her upturned, mobile ass was
pointed toward the audience.  "Everyone is looking all the way up your
little cootchie.  You have no secrets left, poor thing." Valerie gave a
high-pitched bark, looking agitated.  "But there's nothing you can do about
it at all while you're a puppy."

   Standing up, Clarissa said, "Beg, Valerie!" The effect was spectacular,
with Valerie's big breasts bouncing up after her as she stretched her long
torso up toward Clarissa, her hands tucked in front of her shoulders. 
"Now, heel!" Clarissa gave Valerie a number of doggie commands, and the
naked girl obeyed them all as best she could, looking eagerly as Clarissa
for approval, tongue hanging from her lipsticked mouth.

   "Now, Valerie," said Clarissa, "dogs don't understand human language,
right?" The red-faced beauty just looked at her and panted.  "You
understand your name, and you understand all the commands I've just taught
you.  But, when I count to three, all other words will just be sounds to
you.  You won't understand anything else I say to you, unless I teach you
all over again what the word means.  You'll remember your name, and all
those commands...everything else will be just sounds.  One...two...three."

   Valerie looked much the same.  Clarissa reached down and scratched the
girl's head, which she seemed to appreciate: her panting got louder. 
"Heel, Valerie!" said Clarissa.  Valerie scampered around behind Clarissa
and stood on all fours to her right.  "Good girl!" said Clarissa, patting
the brunette's hair.  "Now, sit!  Sit, Valerie!" Clarissa hadn't taught the
teenager that command: she just looked up at the older woman.

   Clarissa smiled at the murmuring audience.  "Can someone out there lend
me a newspaper?" she said with a grin.  A paper was produced, and Clarissa
rolled it up and approached Valerie.  Pushing the girl's massive hips down
to the floor and holding them there for a few seconds, she said "Sit!  Sit,
Valerie!" When she removed her hand, Valerie stayed still for a second,
then got up on all fours again.

   In a flash, Clarissa swung her arm and landed four vicious blows with
the rolled-up newspaper on Valerie's fleshy ass cheeks.  The terrified girl
yelped and scurried to the other side of the stage, watching Clarissa
intently.  The entire room could see glowing red marks appear on Valerie's
ass, marks that did not fade.

   Clarissa strode purposefully over to Valerie and once again pushed her
ass roughly to the floor, saying "Sit!" Frightened, Valerie held the
position.  Clarissa walked away and addressed the audience: "As a girl, she
was not very bright.  But by dog standards she is super-intelligent.  I
think we've trained her to sit already.  Come here, Valerie!" The girl
obeyed the already-learned command and bounced across the stage to
Clarissa, jumping up onto her.  "Now, sit!" said Clarissa sharply.  Valerie
looked puzzled for only a second - then her big ass dropped to the floor.
The audience laughed and applauded.

   "And now, I have a farewell present for my little friend," said
Clarissa. She produced a dog collar and leash from her kit, and buckled it
around the panting teenager's neck.  Holding the other end of the leash,
she said, "Come on, Valerie!" and led the naked girl briskly out into the
audience.  In a flash Clarissa made Valerie scramble up onto Harrison's
table, spilling drinks and knocking glasses to the floor.  The girl sat
naked and panting in the midst of her companions of the evening, blushing
from head to toes.

   Clarissa handed the leash to Harrison, ran back to the stage, and said,
"Good night, everyone, and thanks for coming out!" The audience applauded,
the house cued Clarissa's theme music, and the hypnotist made her bows and
disappeared backstage.

   When the applause died down and the house music began to play, Valerie
was still kneeling on the table in a pool of spilled liquor, leashed and
naked.  Audience members approached the table and stared.

   Harrison said, "Okay, Val, snap out of it.  Enough is enough."

   Valerie looked at him, tongue hanging, but didn't move.  He gave a jerk
on her leash; she turned awkwardly around on the table and tried to lick
his face.  People laughed and called out obscene suggestions, but no one
knew what to do.

   Harrison was a man of action, and he and several of his cronies forced
their way backstage, with the leashed teenager crawling behind.  Clarissa,
in her stockinged feet and wearing a sweater over her costume, was rousted
from her dressing room by the stage manager, and found Harrison and Valerie
in the hallway.

   "Okay now, bring her out of this trance," said Harrison.

   "I can't bring her out of it," said Clarissa.

   "What do you mean?" said Harrison.

   "I have no idea how one would do that," Clarissa said.

   "Well, look here, this is your problem, not mine," said Harrison,
handing her Valerie's leash.  "I've never seen this little twit before
tonight."

   Harrison and his entourage departed, leaving Clarissa standing in the
hallway, with Valerie looking up at her and making little whining sounds.
The stage manager and a janitor stood nearby, gawking.  Clarissa apologized
to them for the disturbance, then led Valerie into her dressing room and
shut the door.

   Sitting down, Clarissa looked at the naked teenager kneeling before her.
"What in the world am I going to do with you?" she said.  She idly reached
down and fondled Valerie's swaying breasts; Valerie seemed to enjoy it, and
rolled on her back, arching into the caress.  Clarissa's forearm brushed
Valerie's face, and she felt the girl's tears on her skin.

   "I like you a lot better now that you're a puppy," Clarissa said.  "You
really were not very nice before." She gave Valerie her hand to lick.

   Clarissa sighed, went to her makeup table, and began applying cold cream
to her face.  Valerie bounced up and crawled to her side, whining softly.
Her big ass was still marked with red welts from her training session.

   "I wish I had turned you into a cat instead, so I could teach you to use
a litter box," Clarissa said, wiping her face clean.  Valerie couldn't
understand a word she said.