Chapter 1

Hi readers. I don’t want to write this, but Mistress Donnelly insists. She wants me to describe myself as if seeing my degradation in the picture above isn’t enough. I’m about average height at 178 cm (5-ft 10). I weigh a slender 6o kg. My aunt makes me stand on the scales every morning, and if I weigh a gram more than this, I’m punished severely.

My natural hair colour is a mousy blonde, and Mistress has made me grow long. I styled it in a pixie cut because it’s currently not long enough to do much more than that, and she dyed it to a bright red. She says when it’s long enough, she will make me wear it tousled and off the side of my face.

My face is quite androgynous until Mistress does my makeup, then I look like a sexy Irish chick. I have fair skin with freckles sprinkled across my face and body. When I go out in the sun, my skin turns light brown, emphasising my freckles. Mistress insists that I remain hairless from the chin down. She has taken me to numerous laser and electrolysis (for my face) hair removal appointments to aid this.

My eyes are a bluish-green and quite wide. The corneas are brilliant white and unblemished. My lips are full and pouty and very girlish. Aunt Liz keeps my eyebrows plucked and shaped. My nose, which, as you will read, needed to be repaired. It’s, perhaps, the least girlie part of me.

The final thing before Mistress makes me tell you my story: Ms Donnelly insists that I have a womanly shape with wide shoulders, a narrow waist, flaring hips, and a heart-shaped ass. Mistress makes me wear a tightly cinched corset to emphasise my shape daily. Currently, I have the beginnings of small breasts, and my measurements are 32-24-33.

Wait, Mistress Donnelly wants me to describe her. My aunt is a mid-thirties, black-haired, severe-looking woman with the most enormous knockers you’ve ever seen. They’re at least a 32 double-G. You’ve possibly met her before in The Adventures of a Slut Mommie, although her hair was dyed auburn in that story. She’s tall, slender and exquisitely toned. Aunt Liz typically dresses similarly to a school teacher. She wears long pencil skirts that cling to her delicious ass and shapely legs. Beneath her skirt, she wears suspenders and black stockings. On her delicate feet are usually 7-inch heeled strappy heels.

Mistress often wears transparent, tight, button-down blouses on her upper body that adhere to her enormous melons like a second skin. Aunt Liz restrains her gigantic tits in a push-up brassiere, also typically transparent. She has tiny, conical nipples that stand at constant attention as if she’s always turned on. Who knows? Maybe she is.

My aunt is always meticulously dressed and presented at any time of night or day. She never seems to have a hair out of place, and her makeup is always on point. Even when she’s ready for bed, her face washed clean of the understated makeup she wears, she looks top-model beautiful. Her negligée set is perfect, her eyes crystal clear, and her complexion fresh. In fact, she looks in her early twenties, not that much older than me, and not in her mid-thirties.

She’s a teenager’s wet dream come to life. Unfortunately, she’s also an avowed, man-hating lesbian.

I’m supposed to tell you my story now.