Edit: Thank you for all the comments on the previous chapters. I've done my best to spell check and proof read this one.
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Emma had decided to stay with us and take charge of Louise's training. Each morning before she went to work, Louise had to stand in front of us, and seek permission to wear the clothes she had chosen. Emma was making her wear her oldest saggy bras each day, and tiny thongs which pulled into her pussy, making her sore by the time she returned home. Her trainer had recommended that she wear a butt plug for 4 hours a day, so Emma was making her put it in as soon as she got home, and then spend the evening naked. She seemed to be taking a special pleasure in making Louise sit in hard chairs while she was wearing it, and watch her wince as it pushed inside her.
Louise was sent to bed early each evening to wait for me. I had left her alone the first night she came back from her training weekend, but at Emma's suggestion, as soon as I got into bed the following nights, I just flipped her on her front, and roughly fucked her as soon as I got into bed, rolling away as soon as I had shot my load inside her. Each morning I woke to find her mouth around my cock, sucking me hard and then swallowing my cum before she slipped out of bed.
Emma had been through all Louise's wardrobe on the first day and packed most of it away, following the instructions of what she was to wear. She had also bought some new clothes for her to wear, and I was looking forward to seeing them on her at the weekend. When Louise got home on Friday night, Emma took her upstairs to get ready to go out. I waited downstairs, until Emma called me, and then went up to our bedroom.
I hardly recognised Louise. She was wearing a tiny white skirt, so tight that she was unable to button the waist band. Tottering on spike heeled boots, which must have had at least a 6 inch heel, her top was nothing more than a narrow white band that encircled her full breasts, the nipples clearly visible through the thin materiel. Her hair was pulled into a tight pony tail, and her make up was thick and heavily applied. She looked like a cheap whore, which was of course exactly the look Emma was going for.
"She can't go out like this?" I asked.
"She can and she is," replied Emma. "We are going to play pool!"
We left the house dressed for a causal Friday night out, Emma and myself in jeans, with the street whore tottering between us. Emma had booked a taxi, and as we got in, the driver couldn't stop looking in the rear view mirror as Louise sat beside us, trying not to cry. She always looked perfect when we went out, with expensive clothes and makeup, and I had never seen her looking so slutty and cheap.