New you salon

I needed a quick haircut as my hair was getting along and decide to try out this salon I have stumbled accross. Laughing as I enter, how I could use a new look.
 
I needed a quick haircut as my hair was getting along and decide to try out this salon I have stumbled accross. Laughing as I enter, how I could use a new look.

Hello and welcome to the New You salon. I am Robyn Dominique, the owner here and what are we looking for today?
 
Hello and welcome to the New You salon. I am Robyn Dominique, the owner here and what are we looking for today?

"Well maybe somethig different ... I have grown a bit tired of the same hair style .. I could use a change .. maybe some excitement." I reposnd, thinking I am only speaking of a haircut.
 
"Well there is a problem here.
The New You salon is not for giving men hair cuts. But giving men and women complete makeovers
The women come out as gorgeous babes. And the men as well
 
I look at the lovely stylist. "I alwys get my hair done at a stylist. Do whatever it is you need to I guess." I smile.
 
"well we can definitely give you a new look"

I walk around the desk and head for the transformation salon

I hand him a plastic coat to wrap around himself

"Up into the chair by the sink and we will get your hair washed first"
 
I willingly follow the very attractive stylist, follwoing her and what she asks, sliding into the plastic coat and into the salon chiar so she can wash my hair.

"Right here ... fantastic ... I love getting my hair washed." I smile, naivley not knowing what my destiny holds.
 
Robyn Dominique starts to wet the hair all over and then reaches for the special shampoo.
The shampoo contains a nanites that will quickly start to rewrite the boys DNA and turn "Her" into the gorgeous fetish slut she was meant to be.
Robyn turns on the music that send subliminal messages to the slut
 
Laying back as she messages the shampoo into my hair, my eyes closed, my scalp warms and tingles, soon my thoughts go wild, setting sluts in my thoughts. Slowly the tingling Cascades down my neck to my chest, them continues.
 
I can see the the nanites start to work
Her hair is already grown longer. Her face is softening and her beard shadow is disappearing. The front of her shirt is already showing to small bulges. the arms inside the sleeves are changing. So are the legs in the pants

I look at a screen that as lit up with the sluts new mental commands

1)You live to obey and please your mistress. you are unhappy if you mistress is not pleased with you
2)You love to be your mistress sexual and fetish slut and please her both as a sexy toy and a BDSM plaything
3)You dress to please your mistress, you love it when she likes what you are wearing for her
4)You obey your mistress with out question. If you do have a question about what you are doing you ask your mistress politely to explain.
5)The Commands of your Mistress are to be obeyed promptly and without comment or back talk
6)The jobs that your Mistress has given to you. You will do promptly and expertly, as this will please your mistress.
7)If your Mistress loans you to anyone you will obey them as you would your mistress. Until your mistress comes to end the session and return you to her rule. if while loaned out the other domme ask some that conflicts with your Mistress’s rules you will tell the other domme about the conflict and tell her she must return you to your mistress as you can no longer play with the other domme
8)The Mistress likes curious sluts, so never be afraid to ask questions.
You must always look your best for your Mistress. that means makeup and in and out of your clothes
9)You love and desire your mistress and will never do anything that hurts her in any way. That means you keep her secrets and make sure none of them ever get stolen or copied. You are allowed to seriously hurt anyone you think is stealing from your Mistress
10) Your memories of your life before you became a submissive slut for your mistress will slowly

Robyn Dominique smiles and click on a remote to let the command enter the brain through the music
 
My body feels as if I am dreaming, yet my eyes are wide open, focused on the screen before me. I try to move yet cannot, my hair feels bunched up and longer, my lips seem to swell , my clothing loosens and feels oversized, with the exception of my chest where my t-shirt feels tight as if a size or two , too small.

Slowly I read the screen, wondering what it all means. my own self awareness is changing, wearing makeup excites me, dressing to impress, to be seen, to be ogled excite me, pleasing my lover, being submissive, obeying. All these contrast my natural thoughts and desires, yet .. yet .. the thoughts crowd out my own desires.

"What... what is happening ... Mistress?" I say calling her Mistress without a thought as to why. The voice I hear is not my own. "Who is that .. who is talking for me?"
 
a slut is made

Robyn see the slut get a little agitated

"No worries girl you are just becoming what you need to become, and you will love it"

Her hair is much longer and slowly lightening to blond

Her face is much more feminine and the lips are closing on cocksucker perfect. Even the eye brows are becoming feminine and the lashes lengthening noticeable.

The body was moving toward a much more curvy look and her tits were fighting with the shirt they had to be C cups at least. the waist was now noticeably smaller and her hips widening threatening to rip the pants at seams. The shoes were threatening to fall off but still stayed on.

Robyn Dominique had heard the new voice and it was perfectly bimboish and sexy for the slut's new look

"Just lay back and relax as the shampoo does it work"
 
I felt as though I was intoxicated, though it was still before noon and I had not been drinking. My body was odd .. unknown to me. My clothing seemed so ilfitting, getting uncomfortably tight at my chest and hips, though the waist was loose ... my vision cloude by long hair, lightening as I watch. I arch my feet and my shoes fall off as if the shoes are oversized.

With each breath I feel my chest rise as though weight is upon me.

"yes Mistress" I repsond .... "Relax."

I lay as if in an out of body type dream. My thoughts wander .. to clothing .. not for a man .. but a woman ... no slutty women .. the thoughts of dressing like that exciting me.
 
Mistress Robyn smiles as the nanites have almost finished on the slut's body

Now for the clothing

The shirt begins to rip, some from the pressure of what had to be DD tits. but the rip seemed to be too controlled to be natural and the taters of the shirt started to look like a top of a corset and even started to change into Black leather

Mistress Robyn moved to the foot of the slut and put the shoes back on the slut's feet.
Immediately the shoes and pants reformed into a a short tight black leather skirt and a pair of skin tight thigh high black leather boots. There was even stiletto heels growing out of the bottom of the boots and the toes were curling forward to make the feet ready to stand with those heels

The top did become a leather corset and it tightened it self down to give the slut a tiny waist and her tits move up and forward to be displayed. finally her jacket shrunk and became a sexy little black leather bolero Jacket

The whole outfit screamed fetish slut
 
Thankfully I feel my shirt rip .. making it easier to breath, yet the weight upon my chest is increasing. Though just as I catch my breath, I feel something binding about my waist, pinching tighter and tighter.

I feel mistress left my leg, sliding upon each foot a boot of some type .. the fit is near perfect, though I feel as though my foot is steeply arched and in the boot I am unable to straighten my foot. The boots stretch to my thinghs and tighten as forming a second skin. As my legs shift I feel the bare skin upon my upper thigh, the air is cool, though I aslo feel something tight upon my hips wrapping around me .. even the slightest shift reminds me.

"am i wearing a skirt" I mumble. Shifting the skirt teases my exposed ass, now unseen, though a tight leather thong hugs my body tight.

My waist is cinched even more .. more .. more ... as whatever tightes it supports the weight upon my chest.

My mind stirs of images of blonde women .. dressed sexy .. slutrly .. bodies for one thing ... the images should excite me ... yet I crave to be like them ... I want to be desired ... I want to be ... I want to be used .....I want to be like them.
 
Robyn Dominique can see the makeup forming on the sluts face. of course it it gorgeous and slutty with cherry red shiny lips that are totally cock sucking lips.

The slut is moaning now and even her voice is high pitches and slutty sounding

the nails on her hands are now two inches long and the same cherry red as her lips

The Mistress sees that the slut is horny by her grinding movement on the chair

the final stage for her transformation will the slut having her first feminine orgasm and then wake up to her new reality.
 
"Oh Mistress" I moan not certain why or where the words came from. I am intoxicated with desire ... there is a void I need filled .. my mind stirs.

The clothing now hugging my newly designed body, though I am still unaware of the thing I am designed for.

My fingers move, my long nails I feel for the first time, not realizing just how long and perfect my nails are. I purse my lips, then lick, feeling how full my lips are, the oily lipstick so foreign to me.

"ohhhh>" I moan again hearing the sultry voice ..."ohhhhh ... fuck." Was that me ... no Ithat was a woman. "ohhhhhh ... what's happening to me." I moan as my body feels ... feels so ... on edge ... finally i realise that is my high slutty voice I hear. Again I moan ... unable to stop myself. "Ohhhhh ... gawd ... no no no." II squeel as my body is full with desire .. though the feeling of arousal puts fear into me, yet I cannot stop it, as the feeling builds. "Oh ... Oh ... yesssssssssssssssss" I moan .. louder and wilder each moment.
 
OCC your powerful orgasm might change some colors lol

the slut comes hard

"When you are done cumming, get up and present yourself to your Mistress"
 
My screams of pleasure fill the room as my body feels something, orgasmic pleasure like never before, so much more than the pleasure I have felt centered on my groin, this orgasm fills me body and soul, takes me away as if intoxicated.

Slowly it ebbs and fades, I begin to catch my breath, trying to get up, my knees are week, I am exhausted, my breathing heavy, I move my hand to scatch my face, the long nails, new to me, I scratch myself, startling me to life.

"What ... what did you drug me?" I think and then say the words, the voice is not mine. I struggle I need to escape, though I make it to my feet, I feel the boots with unforgivable heels locked to me, making it impossible to run.

As I look up and turn, I stop, frozen, seeing a mirror and my refection.

bimbo slut

I cannot but help but stare, though I move, she does, the image is me, what happened to tme ... I was rich, handsome, espected, businessman ... the woman i see... the reflection I am ... no one will take serious ... she is a fuck toy ... oh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh ... fucktoy ... why does that excite me.
 
Mistress Robyn comes up behind the slut and grabs her by the tits
"Yes you are a fetish fuck toy now, and you will love it. From now on ever time you cum from sex or BDSM, you will change one percent from the old mental you to the new fetish shut you are. And the great thing is that no one will believe you if you give them your old name. Even now you can't be anything but the fetish slut you see. if anyone else is around.
Of course you mind obeys my order no matter what . So get down on you knees slut and like my boots
 
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