She quietly strode down the hallway towards her owners bedroom. Myra quietly let out a soft sigh as she reminded herself how ugly she looked when she cried. She pressed the backs of her hands gently against her closed eyes and stood in the dark corridor for a long moment as she attempted to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Her bouncy blonde curls were frizzy and tangled and her cheeks were still flushed from the tiresome workout she recently performed in her futile attempts to calm Keery. She stared up at the intricate crown molding right below the ceiling blinking several times as she worked away her tears. Finally managing to compose herself, Myra shook her head as a determined look formed on her face.
"Enough. I will look beautiful for him and he will take pride in his doll. No more moping around, I didn't manage the girls and now I will have to take my punishment that I deserve." There was a bit of anger and frustration ringing in her voice. Myra was always the responsible one which was something she took a lot of pride in.
As she slowly walked up to the locked door she thought about what outfit number 5 was going to look like. Her owner had many outfits designed for her, some of the outfits were stunning, others sexy, and still others were embarrassing. Myra figured since this was a punishment, she wasn't going to like what he was going to make her wear. Even one time, he made her dress like a duck! She absentmindedly entered the code to unlock the door as she mentally prepared herself for what was to come.
James' bedroom, like the rest of his estate, was attractively decorated and definitely spared no details when choosing how to furnish his large room. Myra recalled that James once spoke of how his house had been in his family for generations. His father, who had since passed away, was the medical director of a large inner city hospital for most of his career. The community helped him to restore a medical facility located on his grounds which had been built by his great great grandfather many years ago.
What once used to be a research and treatment center for tuberculosis eventually became an abandoned hospital wasting away for decades. It was James' father who dreamed of turning the building into a free clinic and trauma center which, with the help of charitable donations and volunteers, became a reality. Unfortunately his fathers untimely death brought many unpleasant memories for James and though he pursued a career in medicine, he never found the desire to open the clinic back up to the public ever again.
The estate was quite literally a mansion, many years of additions to the manor and various renovations truly made the enormous house quite a spectacle, and with all of the security features James had added into the house over the years, Myra knew there was no chance of ever escaping.
"Outfit 5 outfit 5" Myra muttered to herself as she walked towards a door in the far corner of the room. As she turned the knob to the door she met resistance as the door was still locked.
Sighing annoyed "Oh right right, goodness it's been a while hasn't it lovey." Myra stated quietly to herself. Using her right hand she gently patted her curls with the tips of her fingers clearly feeling for something.
"Aha!" Myra stated as she carefully pulled what appeared to be a bobby pin out of her hair. The pin was shaped like a heart on one end with a small 'M' laced in the middle of the heart and had two 90 degree angles at the other end of the pin making the end look like a handle. Biting her lower lip and focusing hard, she used the nail of her index finger to carefully push the top curve of the heart inward. As the small curve of the heart and the letter 'M' pushed inward the heart made a small clicking sound and slid easily into the rod of the pin creating what appeared to be a small key. It was beautiful things like her pin that made Myra truly love James. She smiled as she turned the key around to look at the letter 'J' that had formed as she transformed the device. That key was the first gift he had ever given her. It was also the device that led her to his trap.
As the door of the closet opened with a creak Myra softly walked in to the sizeable room and clicked on a light. The room was circular and filled with opaque bags each carefully labeled but hiding their outfits inside. There were so many outfits hanging in that closet and yet when Myra entered, it seemed as if she saw 50 more bags each time.
"How will I ever wear them all." She stated in an excited, yet refined, manner. She absolutely loved that room and delighted in the fact that James spent so much time, money, and effort on making her look perfect. She spun around with her hands out in the air as she laughed happily.
As she stopped spinning, her eyes met with another's causing her to jump and shriek in surprise. Myra had spun right over to a large white marble mirror and she now was staring at her highly disheveled face.
Dropping down to her knees Myra crawled up to the mirror never breaking eye contact with herself. She sat on the floor, legs tucked underneath, as she studied her sad face. Her full pouty lips were smeared with red lipstick staining the skin around. Her dark eye shadow had spilled down her cheeks and smudged against her forehead and brows. Her blue eyes were glassy and tear stained and her skin was a ghostly shade of white. Blinking in shock she slowly moved her finger up to her bottom lip slowly touching it, just making certain that it truly was her face in the mirror. She sighed in despair as she ran her hand through her thick blonde curls.
"This just won't do, I must shower right now. Outfit 5 or not it will have to wait." And with that Myra stood up and purposefully switched off the light to the closet and headed to James' white marble bathroom.
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The steam from the shower fogged up the large mirrors covering the entire left wall directly across from the shower. Myra hummed softly to herself as the hot water ran down her face, stinging slightly as it washed off the sins of her day. Everything had to be just right for James and Myra took great pride in pleasing him, even if tonight would not be a pleasant experience for her.
After one last check to ensure her skin was soft, smooth, and clean, Myra turned off the water and quickly stepped out of the shower to grab the large, soft towel hanging right next to her. Myra's body was truly one for the books. She looked as if her skin was sculpted from stone with a golden tone evenly distributed across her body. Her breasts were B cups and her nipples slightly pointed up towards the ceiling. The crests of her hips poked forward and rounded symmetrically and her skin was taught across her pubis creating a slight depression below her flat abdomen, though her labial lips were plump and pouty just like the lips on her face. She was of average height, around 5 feet 4 inches though most of the time she wore heels. Her collarbones peeked out just below her neck and her bouncy blonde curls sat just above her shoulders. She had high cheekbones and cerulean blue eyes. Myra was, and always had been, a stunningly beautiful girl.
After the cool air from the bedroom circulated into the bathroom, the mirrors began to clear up just as Myra finished lightly tossing her curls with a towel. She finished delicately running lotion up and down her legs then she moved to the mirror in order to make sure all of her makeup from earlier had been washed off and so she could moisturize her face. As the foggy mirrors slowly cleared, Myra's eyes roamed down to a small lump just below her right collarbone. She sighed in despair as she touched the port that was implanted underneath her skin. It had been there for months and Myra absolutely hated it because accessing it meant punishment. James used the port to administer a paralytic agent, it would burn for days after use and it just felt unnatural. Myra always felt that people would stare at it and any time someone would go to touch her chest she would withdraw out of fear that they would be disgusted by the access.
