Descent Travel Working it Out
Jenna awoke with a feeling of ease, the VR headset still on her head, vibrator still in place. As she placed the unit on its stand, she marveled at the beauty of the Barbie in the box on the nightstand next to her bed. She rose, put on her 4- inch heels and then removed the stim fit from inside of her and padded to the bathroom. She cleaned her toy and placed it where it belonged with her other training equipment.
She walked over to the training bars, and hooked the strap of her corset to the horizontal bar that had been installed at midsection height on her first day of training. She then reached up and grabbed the bar hanging from the ceiling, and began tuning counterclockwise to tighten the strap of her corset to cinch her waistline even further. It had been weeks since she started wearing her corset and she enjoyed seeing the progress. The corset was a tightening, heavy boned style in white, designed for extreme waist training, and her progress was remarkable, even as she got used to smaller, shorter breaths.
Next was a white button up top, which covered the corset's heaviness, followed by a pair of capri jeans, which she had to remove the heels to put on, then put the heels back on after.
Effectively dressed for the day, she went to the vanity table and started her makeup, foundation first, then her subtle pink eyeshadow, pink blush and dark heavy eyelashes. Next she put in the blue tinted contact lenses, which covered her natural hazel eyes. Her makeup was completed with a bubble gum pink lipstick that matched her nails perfectly, fingers and toes.
As she left her bedroom, she saw the box with the Barbie in it and thought 'twinning!'.
She exited the front door and there waiting was the limo, with Cordelia's ever present driver Mallory there to escort Jenna to her first appointment of the day. Jenna greeted the driver with a hug and air kisses so as to not smudge her makeup, as she smiled and moved to the back of the car for the short ride ahead.
"Miss Lance has set everything up for you at the salon this morning, Jenna," the driver said, looking in the rear view and catching a glimpse of the ever changing girl seated and smiling brightly.
"Thank you, she is soooo amazing!" Jenna said with glee.
The rest of the ride was silent, as Jenna smiled and looked out the window until the car came to a stop outside of the fancy salon where she was greeted by salon staff.
"Good morning Miss Roberts, you look fabulous this morning," the girl said as she led Jenna inside. "Miss Lance has Genevieve all ready for you, she called ahead."
"Thank you!" Jenna responded vapidly as she was taken to the private style room, where a black cape was placed around her shoulders as she was escorted to the chair in front of the mirror where the work was to be completed.
"You will be platinum in no time, Jenna," the stylist said. "Please, just relax and let us do all the work, I know you will love the results."
"Mmmmm K!" Jenna said with a shrug as she followed the instructions and sat and relaxed while the team began its work.
Jenna had zoned out, as she had started to do recently when she was not being directly spoken to, and was shaken alert by Genevieve.
"We are finished here, Jenna," the stylist said as she turned the chair around to face the mirror. "It is perfect. You will need weekly touch ups to hide the roots, but MIss Lance has approved the recommended schedule so for the foreseeable future, you have nothing to worry about."
"OMG is that really me?" Jenna asked, her hands by her cheeks, her mouth open in surprise as a platinum blonde, arrow straight hair, looked back at her.
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she flashed to the Barbie doll in the box on her bedroom nightstand in horror.
Her inner turmoil was short lived, as Mallory entered the styling room and began a conversation.
"Jenna, that color and style suits you, it is perfect for that makeup and you rock that look," the driver said, quashing the doubts of Jenna. "But we do have a schedule to keep, Miss Lance is expecting us."
"OMG wow this is sooo crazy and amazing! Thank you everyone!" Jenna said as she was led to the limo by Mallory.
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In Prague, the first of the Descent Girls and Adler were being prepared in mind and body to be the lead for each of the fetishes at the locations, and Cordelia Lance gave the task of assigning them to the well paid, experienced trainer simply known as Instructress.
"That's right slaves! Hold that position until you hear the chime in 10 seconds!" the rubber clad, curvily built Domme yelled, as she watched her 7 charges all holding themselves one inch above the floor as they stopped their bouncing on a 7 inch trainer that sprouted from the floor. "Hold it slaves! You will not fail me!"
"Yes, Instructress!" The six lovely ladies and Jonathan Adler, the ostensible partner of Cordelia Lance, responded in unison, all maintaining their position as they melded body and mind to work in tandem to be the most effective sexual beings they could be.
The weeks of training were a pattern for the group, 6 am wake up call, yoga for flexibility, then breakfast. After breakfast was individual training, depending on their individual needs. After the individual work, sex/task training like they were in currently with their dildoes. After the task training of the day, the group would pair off and have live training with a partner in whatever they learned as reinforcement.
As the Instructress scanned the semi circle where her pupils were posing the 10 seconds on their mounts, asses an inch off the ground, she was pleased.
Oliva Becket, former girlfriend of the architect of this endeavor, Technology guru Cordelia Lance, took her normal spot to the left of Instructress. Her training was proceeding well, as she was being trained as a 'Jill of all (sex) trades' and after a slow start, her VR session adjustments saw her rise to become a star pupil. Mentally progressing, and physically nearing perfection during her time under the Instructess able tutelage. Olivia smiled as she held her pose, her ass one inch above the ground, legs wide, hands on her own breasts as her physicality held the 7 inch dildo in place.
To Olivia's left was Jonathan Adler, the lone male of the original 7, and the 'partner' of COrdelia on the Travel Agency, who was ably holding the dildo inside him as he was able to capably handle the physicality of the request, keeping himself one inch off the ground. A former collegiate athlete, Adler had the physical tools necessary for the rigors of such intense training, and the Instructress was focusing with the lone male on his mental rebuilding. Instructress smiled, as Adler held his position, a slight smile of enjoyment on his face as the former straight, woman chasing star athlete rode his dildo.
To Adler's left was 19-year old Destiny, the daughter of a wealthy businessman who did nothing but spend her Daddy's money, who would be filling the role of the lactation specialist and would be shipping out to Canada to be part of the deviant farm community. A cocktail of traditional antidepressants, with prolactin and a natural supplement called fenugreek were being fed to Destiny, and after several weeks there was noticeable movement toward lactation. Instructress noted that as she ably held her position with the others, she managed to use her hands to hold her breasts up, as the cocktail began yielding results- as she was holding her breasts the instructress noticed her right hand rolling the nipple, resulting in a tiny wet spot on her uniform. CHecking the notes, Instructress noticed a swelling of growth in the young woman's breasts.
