"Robin, bitch," said Sharon, "my parents are out of town for the weekend, and you are all ours! Now crawl over to Jim and beg him to put the collar and leash on you."
Despite every fiber of her being screaming for her to stop, Robin crawled over to Jim and looked up at the nerdy creep. "Jim, please put the collar and leash on me!"
"Whatever you say, bitch," said Jim. He put the collar and leash on Robin.
"Now, bitch," said Jim, "here are some rules. 1) you will do nothing to hurt either Sharon or me or our loved ones. 2) You will tell no one that you must obey Sharon and me." He looked over at Sharon.
Sharon walked over and stood in front of Robin. "3) Obeying us will make you horny. 4) The more humiliating and degrading obeying us is, he hornier you will get. 5) You will always act like you enjoy obeying us. and 6) you will end every answer to us with 'Yes, because I'm a stupid, stuck up, ass-licking bitch.' Do you understand?"
Robin stared at the carpet as she said, "Yes, because I'm a stupid stuck up, ass-licking bitch." She said with fake smile, and she noticed that saying that made her slightly sexually aroused.
"Nice bra and panties," said Jim. "Stand up and give yourself a massive wedgie. Try to lift yourself off of the ground. Understand?"
As Robin stood up, she said, "Yes, because I'm a stupid stuck up, ass-licking bitch." She stood up and reached around and grabbed the waist-band of her pink, silk, bikini-cut panties. She then started to yank them up as hard as she could. She winced in pain as she literally tried to lift herself off of her own feet, but then acted as if she was enjoying it and even laughed. Inside she was humiliated at this and also at the fact it was making her horny. After a full minute, Jim ordered her to stop.
"Time for a makeover," Said Sharon. "Back on your hands and knees and follow me."
Robin dropped to her hands and knees. Her ass was sore from the wedgie, and her panties were wedged up good and deep. She followed Sharon into Sharon's bedroom. "Sit at that desk facing that computer," said Sharon.
Robin sat down at the desk. The computer as turned on with the camera on, and Robin saw her image on the screen. She was horny and humiliated.
Robin laid out a large pair of scissors, a can of shaving cream, and a pink ladies razor by the computer. Robin swallowed hard.
Sharon you will look into the computer and pretend like you are giving a lesson on beauty. You will cut off those rollers with the scissors like it's a perfectly natural thing to do then you will shave your eyebrows off. Tell the audience, who will be seeing this, that you are in for a change. Pretend like it's all your idea, and you love it."
Sharon clicked a button, and a red light appeared on the camera. "Begin" she mouthed to Robin.
Robin picked up the scissors. "Hello there. Today I'm going to give myself a make over!" she said cheerfully while on the inside she was dying. "First, let me cut these rollers off." She grabbed a roller and cut her hair off just under it. "These things are pesky," She found herself saying in a cheerful voice. She cut off another then another. Each time she did, she cut off a long lock of her hair and let the hair, wrapped in the roller, fall to the floor. When she was done, her hair was butchered. She then put down the scissors. "Now I'm going to shave off my eyebrows. I think I'd look much better without them!" Robin hated ever second of this though on the outside it appeared she loved what she was doing, and to make it worse, she was growing hornier and hornier. She lathered up her eyebrows with the shaving cream then shaved them off. She wiped the remaining shaving cream off with a towel Sharon had put by the computer. "There!" said Robin, "much better!"
Sharon stopped the recording. "Very nice, bitch," she said.
Robin looked at her image on the computer screen. She looked ridiculous. She wanted to cry but kept pretending she was enjoying this.