She had seen him trying to peek in the windows of her new boutique, she knew the type. If she could only find some way to lure him inside, she knew she had the perfect candidate.

One day, he noticed the back door open, so he got closer to get a better look. Approaching the door, he could see several boxes, each overflowing with lingerie. Inside he could see the clerks finishing up, turning off lights. He carefully stepped inside, just for a second, and ran his hand across a bright red lace bra. He was lost in a whirl of sensation as he daydreamed about all the pretty things around him. He had always wondered what they must feel like against his skin. He had even taken one of his mothers bras, but it was a plain white cotton small bra; and it just wasn't the same. These were all so lacy, so sexy. He lost track of what was going on around him. Suddenly the sound of a door slamming closed brought him back to reality. He looked around and saw that he was alone. Just him and all the pretty women's things he had always dreamed about.

Once he felt he was in the store alone, he quickly undressed. Picking up the first red lace bra, he strapped it around himself and stuffed a pair of panties in each cup. He soon found a pair of red panties to match. Then came a red garter belt and stockings. He walked over and began posing in the mirror. In the reflection, he saw a shoe display. He walked over and found a pair of red shoes with 3" heels. Again he posed for the mirror, excited by what he saw, and felt. Getting excited, he rubbed himself through the panties. Pulling his cock out, he stroked it until he shot against the mirror.

"Hey bitch", a female voice boomed, "If you're going to be a whore, do it right."

He froze in horror, he had been caught. From behind the mirrors walked the owner of the boutique, with a video camera in her hand. An ebony amazon, she was dressed in a black leather corset that pushed her large black breasts up and out, crotchless panties, and fishnet stockings she was awesome. Her breaided hair was pulled up in a dramatic style; with the colored beads at the ends falling between her shoulders. In her 5" spike heel knee high boots, she easily towered over him. The riding crop in her other hand left no doubt of who was in control. Trembling, he tried to cover his still dripping penis. "And just look at the mess you've made. Not only did you ruin your pretty things, you made a mess of my mirrors." She made him kneel at the mirrors. Standing behind him, she straddled his shoulders. "Clean up that mess." reaching out with his hand, she stopped him. "Not like that bitch. Lick it up, like the white trash whore you are!" He slowly leaned over, but she pushed the back of his head, smearing his own spent cum across his face. When she was satisfied it was clean enough, she released him.

"Now bitch, if you are going to dress and act like a slut, at least you can do it right. And as my slut, you will learn to do it right, or pay the penalty. Take off those filthy things." When he was naked, standing before her; she circled him, looking him up and down, with a wicked smile crimson lips that sent chills though him, and made his cock start to harden again.

She walked over to the counter, and returned with a fully loaded cart. She produced a razor, and quickly shaved what little hair his young body had. Sitting him on a stool, she quickly rid him of his unwanted hair. He turned and bent over, leaning on the stool. He felt the coolness of the shaving cream on his rear. He cringed as she ran the razor across his butt, and deep between his cheeks. She didn't miss an inch. Turning around she finished his legs, then moved to his crotch. Smearing cream across his groin, she explained, "Can't have out little slut ruining her pretty panty line with any stray curls sticking out. Although that does look sexy at times, I prefer a nice clean look. With a deft hand, she shaved his crotch, then shaped his pubes into a lovely 1/4" strip, an inch long, just above the base of his throbbing shaft. She then wiped the excess shaving cream off, and rubbed in a creamy white lotion all over his body. "This cream has a special hair retardant in it, so your hair will grow back in slower, and what little does, will be finer. Next time we'll wax it, that will take longer and hurt more, but it lasts longer and does a much better job. After a few times, we might not even have to do this anymore."

She then picked up a bright red dramatically curved corset from the cart. "Turn around bitch." she ordered. Turning his back to her, he faced the mirror. Unable to see the video camera she had placed in the corner, he stood meekly, waiting for her. She wrapped the heavily reinforced corset around his slim, hairless body. She pulled the lacing tight. When he thought she couldn't pull any tighter, she reached into the cup section of the corset, pulling as much flesh up and over the top of the corset as she could. She pinched each nipple, making sure it was accessible. Then she lowered a bar from overhead, and strapped his hands to the bar. Lifting his feet off the ground, she put her knee in the middle of his back, and began to pull the laces anew. Finally, she had the edges of the dramatic red corset until they almost touched. From planning, she knew that this had his waist down to 22". Then she wrapped the laces around his waist and tied then securely. Lowering the bar, his feet touched the ground. She released his hands, and sat him in a small chair. There she strapped his wrists and ankles firmly in place. Returning to her cart of supplies, she paused, and smiled, and a chill shot through his body.

She pulled a small stool up along side him. Opening a small case, she quickly polished his toenails the same bright red as his corset. Then she moved up to his hands. Before he could realize what she was doing, she had used superglue to attach long curved nails to his fingernails, reaching almost 2" past the ends of his fingers. She then polished them the same bright red, and added a sprinkle of glitter to each nail. Checking his feet, she made sure his new pedicure was dry. Producing a pair of black fishnet stockings, she casually rolled them up, then slid his foot in. Slowly she worked the stockings up his legs. She knew the effect this caressing would have on him, and thrilled to see his young shaft throbbing from his neatly trimmed crotch. When the stockings were in place, she attached each to the four garters hanging from each side of his corset. Then came a tiny pair of crotchless panties. Sliding them up his legs, she had him lift his butt and carefully positioned his shaft through the center, and pulled the back g-string section tightly up between his tender butt checks. A tiny red ribbon was tied in a bow around his little pink cock and balls and she was satisfied with this part.

She led him to the back of the store. She followed behind him with the cart full of her supplies, watching his young ass wiggle in the tiny panties, dreaming of how she could use him best. Her thick brown nipples hard with excitement as she thought of all the possibilities. She sat him in a chair in front of a set of large lighted mirrors. She combed his hair back, wetting it as she worked. She twirled his hair into tiny curls, then used several hairpins to secure them flat to his head. When his entire head was done, she opened a large case on the counter. She picked up a strange device. Holding it to his ear, he felt a loud pop. She repeated this 4 more times, then did the same on the other ear.

Looking in the mirror, he saw what she did. She had pierced his ears. Not once, but 5 times each side. Each ear had a small diamond stud with a tiny loop on it. She searched through a box, and pulled out long strands of rhinestones. The longest strand, over 8" long, she attached to the bottom stud, the next was 6", and so on, the top one was just a stud. As he moved his head, he was amazed at the sensation of the swinging earrings. Next she put the device to his nose, and he soon had the same tiny diamond stud in his left nostril. Reaching down and pulling on his nipples, she had soon pushed large needles through each hard nipple. She fit a large gold ring to each needle, pushing it through. Looking down, he saw that each nipple now had a 2" ring in it. She picked up a small tube. Holding it out in front of her as she worked, he could clearly read "super glue" on the label. She put a small drop in a ball on one end, then screwed it tightly to the other side of the ring, sealing it closed. Then she picked up a small bell shaped charm, and clipped one to each ring. flicking it with her finger, he heard the tiny bell ring.

Picking up a tweezers, she slowly plucked his brow. After about 20 minutes, all that remained was a thin arc, high above each eye. Satisfied with her work, she opened a large make up kit. After about an hour, she had more colors on his now slutty face that most billboards. His lips were a bright red, matching his nails. His cheeks had a bright pink glow. His eyes were heavily lines, and a blaze of bright blue, pink and yellow shadows. Several coats of mascara shaped his now curled lashes. She even applied a bright red color to his nipples and to the head of his dick. Turning the chair towards the mirror, he was shocked to see himself, now a sexy woman, a whore.

Opening a box, she held out a pair of shoes. Fitting them on his feet, he stared in amazement. They were bright red open toe pumps. Several straps wrapped around his ankle, then buckled in place, a hoop on the end of the buckle. Taking a tiny padlock, she snapped it closed through the buckle, locking the shoes on his feet. Staring down, he was still in shock. He had never seen shoes like this before. Under the toes of his feet were platforms of over 2", and the thin spike heels had to be well over 9" high, forcing his feet to dramatic angles.

Next she carried over a display cart with several blonde wigs on it. One was a short, punk style, pure white. Holding it up next to him, she shook her head. Next was a chin length page boy style of golden blonde. After a minute, she set it down. Next was a very long, straight reddish blonde one. She set it down next to the others. Turning to look at him, she smiled as she picked up the last wig. It was a mass of blonde curls. The much of the wig was medium to light golden blonde. But over half of it was highlighted with platinum streaks. He couldn't tell how long it was, as most of it lay on the cart. Moving behind him, she fit it to his head. He was amazed at the weight. She took hairpins, using them to fasted the wig in place, pinning it to the curled pins she had already put in place in his hair. After about 30 minutes of securing it with hairpins, she picked up a styling brush. She started teasing the wig in all directions, getting well over 8" of height in most areas. Brushing it into place, she picked up a can of spray, and sprayed it heavily. As she stepped aside, he saw it for the first time. It stood way out from his face and head, a mass of multicolored blonde curls. It was right out of one of his fantasies, a hairstyle that most showgirls would envy, and one that would make even Dolly Parton jealous. As she had him stand up, he was amazed at the length of the wig, as if fell to the middle of his butt in large curls. As he stared at himself in the mirror, she reached over, pinching a nipple, and tugging on the new ring that decorated it, bringing him back to his new reality.

"Time to finish getting dressed, bitch!" she sneered.

She picked up a tiny spandex dress with a long zipper the full length of the front. Fitting it to his shoulders, she worked to stretch it enough to close the zipper in front, then forced the zipper the entire length. Finally zipped closed, she turned him so he could see himself in the mirror. The dress was very low cut in front, showing the edges of his corset bra cups, and barely covering his newly pierced nipples. But the dress was so sheer and tight that his hard nipples, and new rings, were blatantly obvious. The bottom of the dress was a good 2" above the tops of his stockings, showing smooth, hairless thigh; and it was even higher in front at the zipper. Little did he know, but it was short enough that when he walked, his panties, and raging erection, were visible. Even standing, the material was tight enough that any one would be able to see the bulge in front of his panties. Turning his to the side, he could see how the large curls of the bleach blonde wig swished across the curves of his ass. As she eyed, him up and down, it was all she could do to keep from drooling; so many ways to use this little slut, and so little time.

Bending him over a small bench, she tied his hands in place. Walking in front of him, she smiled as she stepped in front of him. Her hairless pussy was at eye level. Slowly she played with herself, until the juices flowed down her leg, smearing his face in her juices. Picking up a double ended dildo, she slowly began to work it inside her until she came, then leaving almost half of it's thick 18" shaft was inside her. Snapping the harness around it, she buckled it around her wide hips. Stepping up, she smeared the head of it against his lips, finally driving it deep into his throat until she came again. Smearing lube all over it as she stepped behind him, she reached for the bottom of his dress. As short as it was, she barely had to pull it up over his hairless white cheeks as she slipped a long manicured finger deep in his virgin ass. Feeling how tight it was, she almost came again just thinking about fucking him.

Pulling her lubed finger from his ass, she pressed the huge pink dildo against his puckered hole. Pushing into him, she felt him tighten, fighting the invasion. Reaching around him, she pinched his nipple through the tight dress. He gasped, and his erection throbbed against the material of his dress. Feeling him relax for a second, she pushed forward. Feeling the head of the monster dick enter him, she paused. Slowly driving the dick deeper into him, she worked him back and forth. After several minutes of advancing and pulling back, she was able to pick up a little speed. Then with one hard drive, she entered him all the way. As the big double dildo stretched him, she could feel his tightness sent through the dick into her own hot, dripping pussy. As her thighs pressed against his smooth butt, she reached around and began fondling his erection. Pulling back out so only the head was inside him, she started fucking him with renewed vigor. Soon she was driving the entire length deep into him with each stroke, feeling her thighs slap against his ass as the other end drove deep inside her, and she shivered with another orgasm. Only after she had her third orgasm, did she stop, buried deep inside him. Leaning over him, she fondled his shaft with one hand, while the other pinched and tugged his pierced nipples. Leaning down, she kissed the side of his neck, licking his ear, playing with his new earrings as they swayed from the hard fucking he had received. Kissing his neck again, she sucked hard, marking his neck with a bright hickey just below his ear.

To be continued....