Atlan69 - Ich Komme Aus Schleswig Holstein

Speaking might not be your most prominent talent. But there is so much else you can do.

Anni was making sure she was all perfect. Her man would be home soon and after seeing all of those frumpy women at the office, he deserved to see something beautiful, something he had created. The memory of being one of those frumpy girls rose up to the surface and made her feel slightly ill. She couldn’t believe how much she didn’t care back then.

Oh, sure she complained about how hard it was to be a girl. But when winter came, she always saw it as an excuse to stop shaving her legs. The thought of her master having to feel hair legs made her whimper a little. But now she was a good girl. Her master had seen that little spark in her. He caught her looking at Vogue one day when she was supposed to be working on a spreadsheet.

“You look at those beautiful women and want to be one of them, don’t you?” His soft voice surprising her as she cringed, expecting to be yelled at. Blushing as she looked down and away.

“Yes.” Her voice tiny, trying to hide in her seat.

“It’s alright. I can tell you like it when you do your job right, but you worry that I will figure out your an imposter.” His hand lifting up her chin, making her look up into his eyes. His dark hazel eyes making her feel pinned in place as she gives out a little whimper. “No, no need to answer. I can see it in your eyes. You will report to my office for special assignments every day.

And it began. He controlled what lingerie she work. Making her throw out her comfortable cotton panties and giving her the money for proper lingerie. Forcing her to groom herself properly. Checking to make sure her legs and cunt were smooth. Making her work out. To lose that little bit of chubbiness she had.

She could see the changes in her. Her body becoming toned and tight. Her lingerie making her feel pretty. Her make up done flawlessly. Then he started with the hypnosis. Putting her under as he reshaped her mind. And she loved it. Anni never realized she could be so happy. Even her coworkers noticed how bright and cheerful she was.

But that lead the frumpy women to attack her. To make mean comments. To try to tear down her happiness. That’s where master saved her again. Telling her she was moving in with him. Sending the movers to pack up her things. Taking care of her lease. Telling her she’d become a trophy wife soon. Hiring a wedding planner for Anni didn’t have to worry about the details.

“Master saved me from being a frumpy old bitch. I will be the best trophy wife I can be.” Speaking the words aloud banished away all of the sad memories of having to deal with mean women. Now all of her friends where happy little bimbos like her. She couldn’t wait to have them at the wedding.

But now it was time to make sure Master’s drink was ready for him and give him his hello blow job when he came in the door. One of her favorite parts of the day.

White Christmas