From - Sat Feb 08 04:06:49 1997 Path: wagner.spc.videotron.ca!wesley.videotron.net!news-penn.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news1.rad.net.id!news.sprintlink.net!news-stk-11.sprintlink.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!hunter.premier.net!uunet!in2.uu.net!165.87.194.248!news-m01.ny.us.ibm.net!news-s01.ny.us.ibm.net!MYHOSTNAME From: slutty@ibm.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Barbi New Story Part 1 Slut, Fetish Date: 07 Feb 1997 12:34:00 EDT Organization: BUILD 10-NOV-95 (0.9.7.6) Lines: 219 Message-ID: <303272640045417slutty@ibm.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: slip139-92-20-95.wk.uk.ibm.net Xref: wagner.spc.videotron.ca alt.sex.stories:188371 Hi, well even though I started off leaving school with fucking good exam results and had my life all planned out as a good wholesome member of the community, I always knew I was a slut in the back of my mind. I was brought up to be very girlie and was always encouraged to dress up and flirt with boys, both my mother and father loved to see me act up and tease the little boys. As I got older I rebelled against this and by the time I was leaving school to go to collage I was quite a tom boy and heavily into feminism. Luckily this is when I met Rob and fell in love. He was very straight with me and told me what he liked, slutty cheap and artificial looking bimbo's and disliked, smart mouthed feminist dykes and if I wanted to be with him I would have to change. This caused some big arguments but Rob was not going to move so I had to. My first efforts were to get some blonde highlights in my natural dark blonde hair and started to wear tighter jeans and small heels. Rob was very positive about this and encouraged me to go further. Next came makeup, something I had always used but very sparingly, now I started to be a bit bolder using red lipstick, black mascara, eye shadow and blusher. Even my parents said how nice I looked. For my birthday Rob got me a makeover at a saloon, I appeared after what seemed like hours to be met by Rob's smiling face. My hair was light blonde all over, my face was a mass of bright colours, my nails pointed and bright red. He then took my out to get a new dress to go out with that evening for my birthday dinner. We ended up in Morgan a shop that sells club fashion lots of micro dresses, halters, short shorts. I nearly died of embarrassment as Rob selected things for me to try, a black lycra micro dress with halter top seemed to be his favourite even though it was a size to small for me. So that what I bought, along with some lacy thong panties and a black wonder bra. From Morgan we went to a shoe shop, not a normal one but one that specialised in heels called Ritual. I was sent to get changed into my new dress and Rob picked out some shoes. I was horrified to see what he had picked, black 5" spikes with very pointed toes and silver metal heels, I said I can't wear them but I was told to put on some stockings and stop being so fucking stupid. The black hold-up's had seems and were what's called fully fashioned like old fashioned nylons. No matter how high I tried to pull them they stayed well below the bottom of my very short tight dress. Rob slapped my hand away from my stockings and called me a stupid cunt and handed me my new shoes. I was very near tears and struggled the shoes on blindly just staring ahead. Rob lifted me to my feet and held me as I hobbled round the shop He said to swing my ass and to stop fighting the shoes. The shop girl who was dressed very much like me showed me how to walk in the heels. I watched her closely and for the first time saw how Rob wanted me to be, just like the shop girl with her heavy makeup, big cheap jewellery, bleached out hair, her ass cheeks showing below her skirt as she strutted up and down the shop. I said I needed to go to the toilet and tottered away, I needed to be alone with a mirror. I looked myself straight in the face and thought about what Rob wanted me to be like, I imagined I was the shop girl and pretended to be her as I put on some more lip gloss, mascara and blusher. I readjusted my stockings so they were even and the seems straight. Then I walked out as confident as possible, my walk wasn't perfect but it was much better, my ass swayed and my tits bounced and Rob and Annie smiled. We took the shoes and some with 6" heels. The jewellers shop was next, Rob picked out some big hoop earrings for me as well as rings, bracelets. I looked a the jewellery he had picked it was all really showy and cheap looking. He had picked 3 pairs of hoops, 1 gold, 1 silver and one clear blue plastic. He asked the jeweller if he did piercing and if it could be done on the spot. The shopkeepers face lit up as he realised that we wanted all three pairs of earrings and my ears pierced another three times each, I had already got one pair of studs in, nice small modest ones. It was a strange feeling as the big hoops swayed against the side of my head, but I was slowly getting to like my new image. Every where we went men stared at me and women shock their heads. We had a lovely meal with the waiters dribbling all over me as I enjoyed the attention. And as I strutted across the restaurant after the meal I managed to really act the part showing off my ass and tits. We went to Rob's flat and I have to say that we didn't make love to for the first time. we fucked or should I say I was fucked. Well Rob seemed to be happy with my look and we fucked like rabbits, I had got a job as a trainee manager at a bank in town after leaving school and before meeting and falling for Rob I had been doing well. But with the combination of my new taste in clothes and my general appearance I started to get warnings from the manager, he said I looked like a tart and if I wanted to be a manager I'd have to tone things down a bit. I'd thrown out all my old suites and sensible heels and had got some beautiful very tight very very short suites, sort of every mans dream secretary look and had bought lots of pairs of heels from Ritual all of them very high, in fact I had discovered with Annie's help that I was unusual because I could wear such high heels and after a little practice was comfortable to wear them all day so I had abandoned my 5" heels and now wore nothing but 6" heels, not ideal for a bank. After my warning on a Friday afternoon I rang and made an appointment at a saloon I had noticed in town, it was called Jane's and seemed to specialise in more extreme makeovers. It was set for Saturday morning and as I spoke to Jane I knew she would become my best friend, I just knew it. When I arrived at the saloon I was amazed all the girls working there looked like, well there is only one word sluts, I thought I was a bit slutty looking but these girls were the perfect image of Rob's dream girl. A girl with bright white hair, heavy makeup and a spray on cat suit headed my way in 6" spiked ankle boots. This was Jane. I put my bags down and we discussed what I wanted and she suggested a few things and said she knew what to do. My face was scrubbed and cleaned of all the makeup on it. Then my eye brows electrolysed away and my lashes were plucked out. All my finger nails were cut right back Then my legs were treated with electrolysis after them my crotch. While the electrolysis was happening my finger and toe nails were polished and sealed and my hair was washed. I was then moved to the hair section were I had horrible smelling chemicals poured over my hair and a plastic cap fitted over my head. then back to the nail girl who fitted moulds to my finger tips and poured in clear plastic this took about half an hour and as soon as they were all poured and setting I was back to the hair department. The cover was removed to release my now platinum blonde hair, my face must have looked funny as I shut my eyes and prayed. Celia the stylist came over and started to back comb and get any knots out, when she was happy Melanie the makeup girl arrived and started to rub lotions and foundations into my face, layer after layer. Then my eyes were made up first long false eyelashes then shadow, mascara, more shadow, finally I felt a series of pencils and brushes were my eye brows had been. With my eyes finished she did my cheeks with brush after brush of rouge. Thicker and thicker, the more foundation then more rouge. When she was happy my lips were pencilled round and the gloss added by the spoon full and sealed with a high gloss layer. Melanie was finished so Celia arrived with her dryer and cans of hair spray. She back combed my hair for what seemed like hours and kept spraying heavy hair spray over my head. She seemed to be getting further from my head as she worked on my hair. finally I was swung round to look into the mirror. I didn't recognise myself. I looked totally different, totally artificial, totally slutty. My bright white blonde hair was in a really 'big' style back combed away from my face and it looked wonderfully tarty and cheap as did the rest of my new look. My makeup was beautiful, heavy rouge high lighted my cheeks, my eyes were buried in thick black liner, blue, purple and white shadow with very long black lashes. My favourite bit were my new brows that were high and very thin. As I looked I licked my lips, feeling the heavy gloss with my tongue. I then checked my legs and quickly looked at my pussy, my legs were smooth and soft to the touch and my pussy was bald except for a thin line of platinum blonde hair that came up from the crease of my lips. I had no time to think about how I looked as the nail technician started to remove the moulds and then shaped my new nails. Half an hour later I was the proud owner of blood red 2" finger nails. I was finally finished 6 hours after I had arrived. Jane came over and said how beautiful I looked, she said how Rob would hopefully love how slutty I looked. I had never been told I was a slut as a compliment before, it felt good. I said I had brought some new clothes to change into to finish my new image. Jane called me a cheap cunt as I appeared from the changing room. I had on my new red lycra lace dress with a deep low cut front and only just covered my ass, but the best bit was that it was at least 50% see through and very very tight. Under this I had a quarter cup black lace shelf bra and that's all, no panties. On my legs were red seemed hold ups and on my feet white Heels with nice shiny metal 6" spikes. I looked in the mirror and saw Rob's dream girl, me looking like a total whore. I spent an hour chatting to Jane and this is when I had my first cigarette, she brought out some coffee and sat down a started to light up and naturally offered me one. I hesitated then she said that if it was my first now was the time to try it and how it would do wonders for your figure. I held the cigarette and slowly inhaled as Jane lit it. When I finally left I was enjoying my forth. next stop was a tattoo parlour were I had booked a 4PM appointment. When Rob rang and said he was coming round later that night my heart nearly leapt out, I had only been back for ten minutes after the tattoo parlour and a little more shopping for clothes and makeup. He was coming round at ten o'clock, just 45 minutes later. I sat and waited and smoked some more of the packet I had bought on the way home. I fitted the new red plastic hoop earrings I had bought, Rob liked the plastic ones best as they looked cheaper, put on my ankle bracelets and waited. The bell rang and I sashayed over to the door and swung it open. Rob nearly came in his trousers as he stared at me, his eyes lusted over. I pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and licked my lips. I reached down to his cock, unzipped him and right there in the middle of the door way gave him head. He held my hair and started to fuck my mouth with his cock, my plastic hoops banged into my face as I moaned and swallowed. I pulled away from his cock and reached down to the hem of my dress, slowly I pulled it up to reveal by bald and bleached cunt. I used the word cunt for the first time as I told him that my cunt needed to be fucked hard. I told him that I was now his SLUT and I wanted him to USE ME with his cock. I said I was ditching my bank job on Monday and that he would have to look after me because I was his cunt now. He smiled and told me to pack my bags and to move in with him. I quickly found myself bending over in the doorway clasping on to the frame as he worked his cock up my cunt and a finger up my ass. Fuck it good, use your sluts cunt, tell me I'm a cheap whore I hissed as he rammed away, 3 fingers up my ass. He withdrew and using his fingers pulled my ass wider open before placing his cock at the entrance to my anus and starting to push. I was relaxed and even though it fucking hurt I let his cock in by pushing down like I wanted to shit and opening my ass for him. He slid in a little and then waited for me to recover then pushed again, this time hard and hammered his cock right in 'til his balls banged against my cunt lips. The rhythm started slowly and build up, the pain in my gut's died and slowly changed to deep pleasure as I was so full of cock and he was rubbing my juicy clit as he fucked back and forward. All the time telling me what I wanted to hear, telling me I was his slut, his cunt, how beautiful I looked and how plain and horrible I used to look. He said maybe I be his whore and go on the game. Just the thought made my body tense up and release as a orgasm, being used as a whore, I couldn't wait. More to follow soon! Please let me know if you like the story and what you whould like me to add to my own story just to add a little spice to the truth. Lots of Love Barbi Bleached Blonde Big