Ann Ch 12

Friday morning at the breakfast, we told Jenny about our evening. She took my hand and looked into my eyes:

"And how are you?"

"I am fine. I needed an orgasm, and yet not. Bringing Rosie two of them gave me a strange satisfaction. I felt that her orgasm meant at least as much to me as my own. Is that submission?"

"Seems like it. Or at least dedication. I might challenge you a bit from time to time."

"Thank You, Mistress!"

Rosie took my other hand and gave it a squeeze. I leaned over and kissed both my girlfriends.

"You are so good to me. I really appreciate it and I hope that I am worth it."

Jenny took hold of my jaw and turned my head in her direction, looking directly into my eyes:

"Don't underestimate yourself. I have told you that before. You bring what you can to a relationship, and if there are problems, we discuss them openly. Have we discussed anything yet?"

"No, not what I know of."

"That's because there are no problems. Have you other concerns than your potential inadequacy?"

"No, not really."

"Not really? C'mon, spill it!"

"I trust you, but I am a bit insecure about what's coming. I know that the old Ann is no more, but where will it end, and who is the new Ann?"

"The old Ann is still there and will always be there. But she's changing. I cannot tell you how, but we will find out together. Who did the shopping last Tuesday?"

"I did."

"And you bought heels, tight jeans and T-shirts. All on your own. And the other day you bought a pink scrunchie and wore it in public. You are changing yourself more than I am. Right?"

I nodded. She was right. Am I breaking out of my prison all by myself?

"Are you going to wear your company's logo wear again today?"

"No, I expect a normal day at the office"

"Then I have something you should try on. When you have finished your breakfast, you can go changing. Rosie and I will clean up."

I was curious; Jen had talked about starting my transformation into clothing I couldn't use as a hideout. I finished my buns and went to the bedroom with half a cup of coffee.

"Did you finish your breakfast?"

Jenny yelled after me.

"Yes, Mistress. I have just got my coffee."

"Then you didn't finish it. One demerit."

"Aww Mistress, it is just half a cup!"

"Two demerits!"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress!"

I had a few points from the week before. I wondered when it was payday. I had to ask Rosie about the system. I didn't dare to ask Jenny. Or did I? There was only one way to find out if I dared or not. I went to the kitchen and asked Jenny:

"How does that demerit system work?"

"You cannot expect me to keep track of your numerous misdemeanors. And of course, I cannot let you do it yourself. Rosie and I have tried a small black book, but one of us should bring it everywhere. Plus a pen. Of course, it would be a task for Rosie, but it didn't work. Now we count to five. At the fifth incident, we clear the board with a spanking or another punishment right away."

"On the spot? What if I break a rule while we are out?"

"I am not asking you to bend over on a display of canned beans to get your spanking, but don't expect me to wait until we get home every time. Five demerits are seldom cashed out with only five strokes. That depends on the situation, how busy we are, our company and such. But I won't disappoint you - you'll get plenty. Sometimes the punishment isn't a spanking, but still a punishment. Or you may get a task instead."

"Oh, thank You, Mistress!"

"You are welcome."

Jenny rose and came to me, hugging me.

"Now go get dressed."

I went to the bedroom and saw a dark blue pair of jeans and a shirt in thin white and pale blue stripes. The jeans sat fine - they weren't baggy, but still not tight. The shirt was oversized, but not as tent-like as my own shirts. I returned to the kitchen to show Jen and Rosie.

"That is nice, just as I thought. It is an oversized shirt. It is not supposed to go into the jeans."

I pulled it out. It would partly hide my bum, but only halfway.

Rosie checked the fit more professionally - pinching an inch of fabric here and there, pulling a couple of seams to the left or right. She seemed satisfied too.

"Thank You, Mistress. I am satisfied myself, this is exactly the next level I had in mind. I can't wait to show it to Jeannette."

I got another hug from Jenny, and then a long one from Rosie."

"By the way, girls, how was your evening yesterday? Did you like the chain?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. It was nice to be forced to be so close to each other. We loved it!"

Rosie had been quick to answer, so I just nodded and added:

"It gave us some challenges, but we worked things out pretty easy."

"You know that it is a tool too? If I find you fighting over something one day, you'll be chained together until you are friends again, even if it takes weeks."

"Then when we want that chain again, we just have to shout at each other?"

Rosie looked at Jenny, tongue in cheek.

"That would be topping from the bottom. You don't want to go there."

"No Mistress! Of course not."

"Now get dressed, you horny slut. Did you get your orgasms last night?"

"Plenty, Mistress. Ann is the perfect pleaser."

"Just treat her nice."

Rosie hugged Jenny and went to dress, and I continued:

"She did for sure last night. I have never been so horny and still able to control myself. Of course with some help. She was fantastic!"

"I was in doubt when you wanted to give your orgasm away, but you know how to set up some goals and get there. The tease and denial were planned before you gave your orgasm away. If things went wrong, Rosie had my permission to let you cum. She woke up horny in the middle of the night and texted me. I am so satisfied with you."

"Thanks. I loved it. Last night was really good. The thought of pleasing others while being denied myself was so much me. You two are so easy to serve and please."

"For now. Small steps."

"Small steps, Mistress."

"Did you talk about other things?"

"Plenty, Mistress. I was curious about what changes You would do to me."

"I don't know much about you yet. And you don't either."

"I know. But I want to tell you..."

I hesitated. How should I put it? I stepped closer and hugged Jenny.

"I - I just want you to know that when we have been visiting my parents this summer, I am more than ready to have my nose pierced like Rosie's. It looks so cute, and if you feel like doing it, I am ok with it. If you don't want it, it is ok, but now it is said, and I don't want to be able to take it back. Don't see this as topping, please."

Jenny raised her eyebrows. Was I trying to top?

"When you say so. I don't see it as topping, just remember that I might not tell you in advance. It could easily be a surprise in one way or the other."

"Thank You, Mistress."

Rosie came out from the bedroom in a fitted blouse in a pattern with a lot of small flowers in red, white, and pink. Her trousers were dark grey, almost business attire, but sitting tight over her butt and with wide legs.

We hugged Jenny goodbye in the hallway, and each other next to my bicycle.

"Perhaps I should get a bicycle too. It depends."

"Depends? Of what?"

"Of what you say the day after a severe spanking. Might be a painful ride to work."

"I haven't thought of that. I have had no problems so far. If it is too bad, I can take the bus."

"Unless Jen has included a bike ride in the punishment. I had a task on the bike at the gym. 20 miles on a sore ass."

"You must have been a naughty girl then."

"I had. Well, bye, and have a gorgeous day."

"The same to you, my love."

A hug and a kiss later and we were on our separate ways.

At work, Jeannette was at her desk when I arrived.

"Gee, girl. You are improving. You look like a cake ready to eat."

"I thought you were into boys."

"I am, and be glad for that. Borrowed stuff? They don't look brand new."

"No, we go for circular economy. Jen went to a thrift store the other day."

"It is a nice find. Fits you perfectly. I wish I thrift shopped more myself."

"We went shopping last Sunday. They found clothes, I found a book. I haven't even had time to open it yet, let alone finish the other book, I am reading. There is always a girl waiting for a kiss..."

"That love takes a lot of time and energy, right?"

"Yes, but now that I have tasted the forbidden fruit, I don't think I can live without it."

"How right you are."

During my small breaks the next hours, I worked on my document from the day before. I wanted to make a menu card so the girls could see what coffee drinks they could have. I planned to carry the coffee maker over sometime during the weekend. I tried different layouts, but couldn't even determine if I couldn't choose the best or if I just wasn't satisfied at all.

"Jeanneeeett? Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure, I hope."

"Remember our old coffeemaker? I am trying to list all the things you can get from it. I cannot decide which layout is the best. Can you help me?"

"Sure, send it to me."

I did, and she opened it.

"Can I make a few changes?"

"Anything you want. You are better at layout than me, so I take what you suggest."

The phones were ringing too, so I lost track of the time and couldn't really see if Jeannette was doing work or layout for me. She rose, took our cups, and left the office. She returned with coffee for us and typed a bit more.

"What was it? They are Jenny and Rosie, right?"

"Yes."

A few keystrokes later, she went out of the office again. Perhaps five minutes later, she returned with something in her hand. It was a light brown A4 paper, plastic laminated and folded like a book to stand on a table like the real cafe menu cards. The front read in cursive: 'Chez Jenny, Rosie & Ann.'

On the center page, the coffee drinks were listed, and a few small vignettes made it look professional.

"Gee, thanks! That is just perfect. You are skilled. I love it."

"Thanks. I thought that we should go all the way."

"They are going to love that. Thanks again.

"You are welcome. You saved the company for some trouble Monday - you deserve a favor or two. By the way, it is more fun to layout with a personal purpose."

"Thanks again."

I hid it in my bag - it would be a surprise, so the girls shouldn't see it too early.

The rest of the day was not eventful - I got an email from Matt. He thanked me for the visit the previous day and sent me some data for the Monday meeting. I thanked him and wished him a good weekend. Then it was time to wrap up and think of my own weekend. Jeannette and I left the office with a hug, and then I was on my way home. We had no cooking today - we just needed some time to 'get ready', as Rosie said. I decided to do some shopping for the following day. It was not time-consuming, just lamb chops and a bunch of veggies.

Jenny was still asleep when I got home, so I undressed and sat on the couch with my book after I had put my shopping away. I hadn't opened my book in almost two weeks. Well, I had tried the Sunday before, but I couldn't remember what I had read that day and had to start over again. I had read a few chapters before I heard sounds. Jenny was using the bathroom, and Rosie came home before Jenny had finished out there.

I welcomed Rosie at the door, and after hugging, we hugged Jenny in turns. Jenny and Rosie had their routines when they were going out, and I just had to follow. After a nice cup of coffee and a chat, we were sent to the bathroom and had a short shower. Rosie toweled my hair, and when she did her own, Jenny was ready with my hairbrush and the hairdryer. Then Rosie took my hands and led me to the vanity in the bedroom. With my hands flat on the tabletop, I got a coat of nail polish. It hadn't struck my mind that I would wear that, and she had chosen a pale pink! It wasn't that bad - in fact, I saw that in dimmed light, no one would notice it - my nails were almost the same color in nature. That calmed me a bit.

"Go to the living room and do nothing. Don't touch anything the next ten minutes or you'll ruin the polish."

I did that while she did her own nails. That evening, Jenny was going out too, but not to a place that craved make-up. Of course, she was going to work afterward. She called me into the bedroom again, and I sat on a chair next to the vanity as I did when she gave me a little make-up the Sunday before. This time, she worked longer with me, smearing things all over my face and drawing with mystic pens and brushes. It was a bit weird when she used the eyeliner and the mascara on me, I was so tempted to clench my eyes shut.

"One day you will be able to do this on your own. I will teach you to do your foundation first. Then you can learn the next things one by one. "

"Thanks, because I have no idea what's going on. I have heard of eyeliner and such, but where they go, when, and how, is a mystery to me."

"You'll be all right. Please smile with an open mouth."

I did, and she put lipstick on my lips and told me not to move in a minute. Then she painted again and I had to wait another minute.

"Now you should be able to keep that lipstick most of the evening. It is guaranteed to last 48 hours, but they tell nothing about excess kissing and pussy licking. Don't kiss too much before dinner."

"Yes, Mistress."

I turned around and looked in the mirror. I couldn't recognize myself at all. My eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner, and the lashes were heavy from mascara. I have never focused much on my eyelashes, but they appeared very long, and when they were black, they made my eyes look bigger and sexier. I had never been wearing lipstick before, and the deep red color looked unfamiliar but good. I leaned closer to the mirror and closed one eye to see, how it looked. I had never imagined that I could be dolled up this way.

"Gee, Jen! I love this. If I were allowed, I'd kiss you!"

"You'll get the chance tomorrow. Did you know that you have beautiful and long eyelashes? When you are comfortable with it, I'd like you to have them tinted and treated. No one will notice directly, but it will give you a better expression. You will enjoy it. If not, it'll be gone in a month or two. Doesn't last longer."

"As You wish, Mistress, but please let me get used to the idea first."

"Of course, my dear. Now go and dress. Your clothes are ready."

And they were. A pile on the bed included stockings, a G-string, and my bra. My blouse, skirt, and jacket were on a hanger. I sat on the couch waiting for Rosie, and she had finished her dressing a few minutes after me. She was wearing a little black dress and black stockings. There was something rigid over her, and when I noticed the shiny steel belt around her waist, I saw that her waist was narrower than I remembered. She came to me for a hug, and as I embraced her, I could feel she was wearing a corset. Wow!

"I - you - you are wearing a corset! That is sexy!"

"Yes, one of the things I wouldn't tell you. I have had a setback in the last few months, so I'll have to start again carefully. Jen hasn't tightened me very much. I can go down two or three inches in a few months."

"Gee, now I am the fat one here!"

"No, not for long. Remember the gym tomorrow."

"I'll go all in. I want to look like that too."

"Don't hurry. Can't be done in a month, this."

Jenny came in with her hands on the back.

"Now, my two beautiful girls. Kneel and get your presents."

We knelt before Jenny, and she handed me a small jewelry box.

"But why?"

"You don't own much jewelry. It is time to mend that. Open, please."

I opened it, and there, on the black silk, was a thin silver chain with a pendant that resembled a whale tail. I looked up at Jenny.

"It symbolizes good luck, strength, and freedom. And that I expect you to show me some whale tail from time to time."

She winked at me.

"Thank You, Mistress. I would love to show some whale tail when I get a pair of low-waist jeans. I have already discarded most of my big panties."

"All of them."

"All right - I'll let the rest go."

"I meant that you already have. I helped you yesterday - they are gone."

"Thank You, Mistress!"

I had kept those panties for my periods, but if things worked out the way they said, I wouldn't need them anymore.

"And this is for you, Rosie. I cannot give one sub gifts and not the other. To be honest I bought this a few weeks ago."

Rosie got a box almost similar to mine. It held a ring with half of it covered in shiny white stones. I guessed it wasn't diamonds; they were too large. The ring was made of very bright shining metal.

"Gee, Mistress. Is it a clicker? Yes! Can I wear it tonight? Oh, man, it is beautiful!"

"You can and you will. Let me give it a bit of lube."

I was curious.

"Lube?"

Rosie explained:

"When you haven't used a pierced hole for a while, it may be shrunk a bit, making it a tight fit."

Jenny got the small tube we used for our nipples and put a little drop on the ring. Then she opened a small hinged section of the ring. As Rosie tilted her head back, Jenny took the ring to Rosie's nose and carefully worked it through her septum.

"Not bad - it went smooth in. Now let us see you smile."

Rosie smiled and turned her head towards me. The ring sat under her nose with the gemstones shining bright. Her eyes were smiling and shining too.

"Nice. Go have a look in the mirror."

Rosie left for the bathroom, returned a minute later, and hugged Jenny.

"Gee, it is beautiful! Thanks a lot!"

"A beautiful ring to a beautiful girl. And Ann, let me help you with that."

Jenny put the silver chain around my neck and stepped back.

"Just perfect. Go to the mirror."

I did, and wow, my first real jewelry! The chain was long enough to let the pendant sit in the middle of the naked skin above my cleavage. The top of my cleavage hadn't been shown on my date with Jenny the previous Tuesday, but as a mystery, the two top buttons of the shirt had disappeared. Well, not that much of a mystery - if I asked Jenny, she would confess without any regrets.

"Gee, Mistress. I like it! Thanks!"

I hugged Jenny and kissed her. After that, Rosie got a hug and a kiss too. She looked so much different with her septum ring. I should have expected that. The rebel hair color matched fine with facial piercings. What would be next? Her makeup was a bit like mine; mostly eyes and lips. The small hint of freckles was gone, covered by some foundation or what it was called. Makeup was a new universe to me, and I had to learn everything from scratch.

"Among other things like doors and locks, Rosie is not allowed to open any of her piercings except her ears. This ring will stay in until tomorrow. And your necklace is sitting perfectly."

"Am I allowed to open it later tonight?"

"Yes, you are. Thin chains like that tend to break during sleep or sex. Now, what is missing? Ann, what are you bringing tonight? Phone and keys?"

"Yes, not much more, I think. No toothbrush."

We all laughed. Jenny disappeared and came back from the office.

"You can use this tonight. You'll get used to having a bag or a purse with you. I have decided that you are not allowed to use your pockets after you come home from work. Evenings and weekends, you'll need a bag when you go out."

"Thank you, Mistress. I have a challenge there, breaking a twenty-year-old habit."

"Well, if you don't have pockets like today, you cannot use them."

"How right you are."

I looked at the handbag. It was a little bigger than my phone, and the strap was an endless, shiny chain running through two eyelets on the top of the bag. I put my phone and keys in it and took the chain over my head as a crossbody bag with the chain running between my breasts. The chain's length was perfect - the bag sat at hip level. The leather was a fake crocodile in shiny black.