Being Barbi's Bitch

" Barbi had me zip up the suitcase before we hurried back down to the car. "Now, I need you to watch out for an ATM so we can withdraw a few cash advances off of your MasterCard." She watched me for a reaction, but I was already fully committed to the expense of being her present. "Trust me," she whispered, "you really don't want a paper trail leading back to your male masquerade from some of the people we'll be doing business with his week."

I swallowed loudly. "Thank you."

"After that, we need to make two more quick stops, and then you can start earning your place as my bitch."

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Once we arrived at the hotel, Barbi handed me her bag of purchases from the drug store and herded me into a bathroom that was larger than my bedroom back home. "Start with the enema first. Once you're clean, get your ass in the shower and shave."

"Yes, Goddess." I was trembling in anticipation. "Do you want me to shave my sissy clit as well?"

She shook her head. With a mischievous smile, she told me, "Listen, you silly cunt, when I tell you to shave, I intend for you to shave." She backed me into the bathroom until I nearly fell into the two-person tub. "If you come out of there with so much as a single hair anywhere below the top of your head, I will be very disappointed."

I nodded meekly, even as I fingered my eyebrows. How the hell would I explain them at work next week? I had no problem shaving the rest of me -- I'd done it enough times before, but the eyebrows scared me. At the same time, I was excited by the thought of just how much properly penciled-in eyebrows would transform me.

"While you're getting yourself ready, I need to make some long-distance calls." She pulled the door shut on her way out.

I immediately stripped naked. I ripped open the box and began fumbling with the enema kit. I'd never used one before but, like any good submissive slut, I knew how to follow directions.