Continuation of Sofia's story, the 40-year-old, history teacher who was sentenced to seven years of slavery and 500 lashes for negligent homicide. This story takes place in present-day Portugal, but in an alternative reality where crimes are punished with sentences of slavery and corporal punishment.
This part is somewhat long and perhaps should have been more concise, but I leave several doors open for future stories, Miguel and Sofia have sex for the first time and it is also the first time that I have written a sex scene in English, the translation is the hardest part and even then I'm afraid I made some mistakes.
No one is under 18 in this story. (In Portugal it would only be 16 years old, but there are no kids in the story.)
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Sofia Pov.
Carla washed my hair, her hands on my scalp, the smell of apple shampoo was pleasant, and the way she untangled my hair was skillful but Carla didn't talk much to me. After the relaxing massage, she gave me and the orgasm I felt in my breasts from her touch, I was still replaying the events of the past few days in my head - my sentencing to 7 years of slavery, last night at the courthouse laboratory where I was programmed for my slave collar to respond to both my thoughts and his, and then experiencing for the first time what it means to be a slave and used for my owner's pleasure. The fact that I felt pleasure is something that disturbs me. My whole life has been turned upside down.
After Carla washed and combed my hair, she showed me the end result in the mirror. "Look at you Sofia, your wavy hair looks like flames coming out of your shoulders. Are you sure you don't want me to at least trim the ends? Your owner said we should decide together?"
I said no, if I can, I'll let my hair grow at least until it reaches my breasts. Maybe then my hair can provide some protection against leering eyes. I've realized that my owner enjoys seeing me half-naked in public places and maybe even likes to see other men stare at me. Anyway, I love my long red hair very much.
Sofia, if you don't want me to cut your hair, let's move on to the final phase and let us choose a nail polish for you that is both sexy and classy, something elegant for an elegant woman like you. I never used to paint my nails as I thought it was vulgar, but it seems like I'll start doing a lot of things I've never done before, like those young girls who wear long gel nails that make them look like streetwalkers, but I guess times are changing.
"What do you think of this shade for your hands? The crimson is very close to the color of your lips and contrasts with your pale skin, but for your toenails, I think it should be a brighter red." Carla was the specialist and I went with her choice.
I have to admit, the end result was very good when Carla finished. I was all made up and she asked me again to be the face of her Spa. "You look beautiful Sofia, you are beautiful, but today you look spectacular. Tell me, will you accept to be the face of my Spa, say yes, please"
I was very reluctant, but my owner had already hinted that he would photograph me naked, as he had already done on the way here, so there was no point in refusing my friend's request.
"For me, it's okay but the one who will decide this has to be Miguel," I replied, but I was almost certain he was going to say yes. Carla smiled and looked at me with bright eyes as she stood behind me and undid my robe. As the robe fell to the ground, my entire body was exposed. Looking in the mirror, I could see myself as a new woman - my face, my nipples, my pubis all transformed by Carla's expert work. I had seen each part individually, but this was the first time I saw the complete result in the mirror.
"I think your owner is going to be very happy with the result, you look so beautiful. Turn around so I can admire you better. I think he will consider it as the best 3000€ spent in his life." 3000€, I swallowed hard. I wondered if his card had enough funds to cover such an expense. Mine certainly didn't. I handed Carla the credit card that Miguel had given me to cover expenses and waited anxiously to see if it would work.
"Authorized," I sighed with relief upon seeing this word on the terminal screen. I'm sure I'll be the one paying for this expense, but I'd rather not have to explain the lack of funds to both Carla and my boss. Miguel seems like a generous man, but this amount is a bit excessive and I don't know how he will react when he sees the bill.
I called my master and told him I was ready, and that he could pick me up whenever he wanted. I was very anxious to see what he would do when I presented him the bill, and if he would like it. Yes, surely he would like it. And the clothes, he had taken my clothes with him.
Carla didn't hide the fact that she found me extremely attractive. If I were a free woman, my dear friend would surely suggest that we become friends with benefits. Truth be told, after the orgasm she had given me on my breasts, I would probably accept. And him? He had already made me walk around the mall without underwear. Would he now take the next step and force me to walk around the mall naked?
I pushed away my thoughts. They were my fear taking over me, he would do as he pleased and I couldn't do anything about it. As Carla had told me in the shower, I had to always maintain control of myself. It was the only way to not turn into a beast, driven only by fear and lust.
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Miguel POV.
I was finishing buying the last piece of lingerie I had chosen for Sofia when she called me to say she had finished her treatment at the spa and that I could go pick her up. In reality, I already knew that she had finished, the bank had sent a notification to my phone. The amount was high but it was within what I was expecting, as the micropigmentation treatment would cost almost the same price. If Carla was the professional that Sofia claimed, then it would be money well spent. Either way, he had also gone crazy with the shopping.
I was walking, loaded with bags from various clothing and shoe stores when I passed by a woman, she invariably looked at me and the bags with the logos of Aldo, Quebramar, Gant, and Zara. Who would be the lucky lady to have a man like this one? She certainly didn't consider herself lucky, but I am determined to make us both lucky, in our own way. For now, I would see the luck I had when choosing her friend's spa.
When I entered the spa, the receptionist looked at me carrying bags, smiled, and told me to enter Carla's office. Two ladies who were drying their hair commented on themselves, and one of them winked at me as I passed by. I realized that designer bags were an aphrodisiac for women. I then knocked on Carla's door.
"You may come in, the door is open," Carla replied from the other side. I entered and found Sofia sitting at the massage table, she jumped to the ground, still remembering what had happened the last time I had walked into a room while she remained seated. I chuckled and even thought about giving her a little shock, just for fun, but I didn't do it.
I stood there with my mouth agape, Sofia was a woman with naturally pleasant features, but now she seemed like someone else entirely. Her lips were a deep crimson shade, matching the color of her nail polish. Her red hair was glossy and her eyes were lined, the makeup highlighting the dimples on her cheeks. It all came together to create a look that seemed natural, and yet it was evident that it was the result of skillful work.
"I hope you are satisfied with the end result. I know I shouldn't be the one to say this, but Sofia turned out to be a masterpiece. Let me show you the rest." Carla was visibly pleased with herself and proud of the work she had done, and so was I. She was about to remove Sofia's robe and show me the rest of her work when I stopped her.
"Stop! I want my Slave to undress on her own, Sofia please take off your robe so I can admire the rest of the work Carla did on your body." She clearly would have preferred if it was Carla or I who removed her robe, but by forcing her to undress herself, I was forcing her to confront her own condition.
Sofia stared directly into my eyes, her hands loosened the cloth belt and then moved up to the collar, down the edges, pushing them aside. She cleverly stopped her hands just above her breasts, revealing her visible pubic hair and beautiful red triangle, but still keeping her breasts and legs hidden. She gestured for me to approve, and I nodded with a smile. Then, in one swift motion, she opened her arms behind her and let the robe fall to the ground, exposing her entire body.
I approached Sofia and examined her body, particularly her breasts and areolas. Carla and Sofia had good taste in choosing the shade of brown to tattoo. I felt the urge to touch Sofia's white breasts, kiss her nipples, and squeeze the roundness of her boobs with my hands, I didn't.
Carla saw that I was dazzled by her work and the way it enhanced Sofia's beauty, Sofia herself was proud of her body despite this situation not being of her choosing. "Congratulations, ms Carla, I must confess you exceeded my expectations, you are a true artist."
"Sofia, my dear, I would like to show Mr. Miguel the work I did on your vulva and pubis. Could you please spread your legs?" Carla asked Sofia in a sweet voice.
"Of course not, and you don't want me to also spread my lips apart so that Miguel can have a better view?" Sofia's voice was dry and ironic, I should have given her a shock to make her stop talking in this tone, but instead I chose to think about her moistening vagina.
"Excellent idea Sofia, please spread your pusy lips apart so I can feel if they are as soft and velvety as they seem." She obeyed, parting her legs and separating her lips with her fingers. Her facial expression was as neutral as possible, but her lips were becoming dilated and the dampness on the surface was now visible to the eye. I noticed that there wasn't a single hair in her groin area, extending from her anus to the lower half of her vulva. I ran my fingers along her labia majora and they truly were as velvety as I had imagined. I wished to have once again introduced my fingers inside Sofia's pussy, but I didn't want to be disrespectful towards Carla.
"Sofia, you're so beautiful that I think I'm going to take you home just as you are, naked," she panicked.
"What? No, please...don't do that." She covered her breasts with her hands and crossed her legs, suddenly overcome with modesty.
