Chapter 2

After our long journey, the idea of a shared shower seemed like the perfect way to unwind and refresh. As we stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, I was struck once again by Mya’s petite figure, which carried a delicate beauty that was almost too easy to overlook. But what really captured my attention was when she finally loosened her hair from the usual strict braid she kept it in. Chestnut brown locks cascaded down her back, reaching all the way to the curve of her cute ass. It was a sight to behold—Mya’s beautiful thick chestnut hair flowing freely, a stark contrast to her usual conservative appearance.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off my body as we stepped into the shower, her gaze lingering particularly on my anatomy, a mix of curiosity and awe painted across her face. “It’s so ... big,” she murmured, almost to herself as if she hadn’t meant to speak out loud.

As we showered, I watched her clean around her cunt piercings with meticulous care, her movements careful yet filled with a palpable arousal. The sight was intensely satisfying—knowing how these piercings, which I had suggested, were continually arousing her.

“Can I touch it?” she asked suddenly, her voice laced with a desire she probably didn’t fully understand yet. Her eyes, wide and full of lust, were fixed on me.

I chuckled, amused by her innocent boldness and the way she was so clearly affected by her desires. “All in good time,” I assured her, keeping my voice steady and commanding. This pure, innocent chestnut angel was showing signs of becoming my perfect sinful slut, her want and arousal telling me all I needed to know.

After drying each other off, we got dressed. She put on her old-fashioned clothes, which now seemed even more out of place against the backdrop of my modern apartment. Her naiveté and the way those clothes hung on her only highlighted her vulnerability—a trait I found myself ready to exploit.

“We should go out, get some drinks,” I suggested, watching her reaction closely.

She hesitated, her apprehension clear. “But I’ve never really been out in a city like this. What if it’s too much?” Her insecurity was almost palpable.

I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, masking my anticipation with a warm smile. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be with you every step of the way,” I told her, my voice a mix of reassurance and subtle control. “Think of it as part of your new adventure.”

“Okay, if you say so, Jake. I trust you,” she replied, her voice small but trusting, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

As we prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at her dependence on me, her vulnerability making her all the more endearing and malleable. Tonight would be a significant step for her, one that I intended to steer in a way that suited my desires perfectly. “Let’s have some fun,” I said with a grin, leading her out into the night, ready to introduce her to a world that would surely captivate and reshape her.

As Jake and I stepped into the buzzing atmosphere of the city bar, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. My conservative outfit, one of the few I had brought from home, seemed starkly out of place among the sea of cool, fashionable people swirling around us. The fabrics of my clothing felt heavy and stiff, making my discomfort all the more acute.

With every step, I felt the clicking of the pussy rings, a constant reminder of the new, foreign sensations I was still getting used to. Jake’s presence next to me was reassuring, yet his proximity also brought a blush of arousal each time I remembered the size of his anatomy, which seemed to loom in my thoughts unbidden.

The noise, the lights, the scents—it all amalgamated into a sensory overload that started to spiral me towards panic. I felt my breath quicken, my heart racing uncontrollably. Sensing my distress, Jake took my hand firmly. “Let’s head home, Mya. You’ve had enough for one night,” he said with a gentle urgency, guiding me out of the bar and into the quieter, cooler night air.

Back at his apartment, Jake’s demeanor shifted into something even more protective. “It’s okay to feel aroused when you’re around people in the big city, angel,” he reassured me as he began to help me out of my clothes. His use of “angel” felt so tender, yet there I was, feeling so sinful inside.

“Let’s shed away these negative feelings,” he suggested softly as he led me to the bedroom. Once there, he carefully played with the pussy rings, his actions gentle yet deliberate. The sensations quickly built up, overwhelming yet strangely grounding.

“Jake ... it feels so ... oh!” I managed to utter, my words losing coherence as the pleasure intensified. I found myself becoming more vocal under his expert touch, my innocent exclamations mingling with soft moans. “I ... I can’t believe how much I need this,” I confessed, my voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and discovery.

He smiled, his touch steady, “Just let go, Mya. Let it all out.”

And I did. As I climaxed, a wave of relief washed over me, refreshing and purifying. In that moment, any lingering inhibitions seemed to dissolve, leaving me feeling safe and cherished. “I trust you, Jake,” I whispered after catching my breath, feeling a profound connection to him that went beyond the physical.

He kissed my forehead gently, “That’s good, Mya. Trusting me is important. Remember, cumming can free you from all those worries, make you feel light and happy.”

As I lay there, basking in the afterglow, I realized that cumming did more than just physically satisfy me; it deepened my trust in Jake, making me feel closer to him than ever before. It was like unlocking a part of myself I hadn’t known existed—a part that was free, open, and completely his.

Waking up the next morning in Jake’s arms felt like the safest place in the world. His chest was warm and steady beneath my cheek, and I smiled to myself, my body still tingling from the pleasures of the night before. I couldn’t believe how free I felt—how much lighter everything seemed now. Jake had a way of making me feel like nothing bad could ever touch me, like he had all the answers.

Later that morning, Jake surprised me with an idea.

“I think we should do something to help you feel more comfortable in public,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “How about we take you to a beauty salon? We’ll give you a little makeover, something to help you feel confident.”

My eyes lit up at the idea. “Really? You think I could ... look like those other girls?”

Jake smiled. “You can look even better. Trust me.”

We arrived at the salon a short while later. It was bright and lively, with women chatting and laughing as stylists worked their magic. Jake introduced me to a woman named Maria, a tall, curvy woman with bold makeup—thick eyeliner, bright lipstick, and perfectly arched brows.

“Maria’s going to take good care of you,” Jake said, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

Maria grinned, her dark eyes sparkling. “Oh, girl, we’re gonna have so much fun. First, let’s wash that gorgeous hair of yours.”

I sat back as Maria gently washed and styled my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp in the most relaxing way. When she was done, my hair fell in soft waves, a glowing hue making it look shinier and richer than ever.

“Your hair is amazing,” Maria said, running her fingers through it. “So thick and long. It’s a dream to work with.”

“Thank you,” I said shyly, watching as she moved on to the makeup station.

“Now, let’s talk makeup,” Maria said, pulling out a collection of brushes and palettes. “We’re gonna go bold. Think lashes for days, sharp liner, and lips that make a statement.”

I watched in awe as Maria worked, explaining each step as she went. She showed me how to apply foundation until my skin looked flawless, how to contour my cheeks for a chiseled effect, and how to blend eyeshadow to create a smoky, dramatic look.

“These false lashes will give you that doe-eyed look,” she said, carefully placing them on my lids. “And we’re gonna cake that eyeliner on thick, babe. Trust me—you’ll love it.”

When she was done, I barely recognized myself. My eyes looked huge and sultry beneath the heavy liner, my lips full and glossy. My cheeks glowed with just the right amount of blush, and my lashes were long and fluttery.

I stared at my reflection, my heart pounding. I looked ... sinful. But the tingle between my legs told me that was a good thing.

“It’s so ... different,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over my cheek. “But ... I like it.”

Jake leaned in, his eyes gleaming. “You look incredible, angel. This is the real you. Bold. Confident. Ready for anything.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, kissing my forehead. “This is just the beginning.”

Maria handed me a large bag filled with makeup and hair products. “Now you’ve got everything you need to recreate this look anytime you want,” she said with a wink. “You’re gonna knock ‘em dead, girl.”

I giggled, clutching the bag to my chest. “Thank you, Maria! I wanna learn everything!”

As we left the salon, I felt like a different person—stronger, braver, ready to take on the world. Jake’s plan had worked. With my new look, I felt like I could be anything, do anything.

Jake slipped his arm around my waist, his voice low and warm. “See, angel? Trust me, and you’ll shine brighter than anyone else out there.”

And I believed him with every fiber of my being. He always knew best.

Mya looked undeniably stunning—and daringly slutty—with her heavy makeup. It was a transformation I had meticulously orchestrated, knowing it would be the first step in a more liberating direction for her. As we entered the crowded mall, her unease was palpable. Dressed in her conservative outfit but with her face boldly done up, she was a striking contrast to the typical city dweller. It was perfect; her discomfort meant she was ripe for further molding.

To ease her into it, I took her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “You look amazing, Mya. Let’s add a little something to match that bold new face,” I suggested with a smile, guiding her towards a trendy boutique I knew would have exactly what I envisioned for her.

Inside the boutique, the modern, sleek designs contrasted sharply with her traditional dress, and I could feel her hesitancy. But that was part of the plan. I picked out a pair of tight black leather pants and a tiny white belly top emblazoned with the word ‘Angel.’

“Try these on,” I encouraged, handing her the clothes with a nod. “You’ll see how great you can look.”

Mya took the clothes, her eyes wide. “Leather pants? And this top, it’s so ... small,” she murmured, her innocence shining through her concern.

“Trust me, Mya. You’ll look stunning. It’s just clothes, but it’s also about how you feel in them. Let’s just see how it goes, okay?” I coaxed, gently pushing her towards the fitting room.

A few minutes later, she stepped out, and the transformation was even more striking than I had imagined. The leather pants clung to her small, peachy ass, and the top showed off her slender midriff, the word ‘Angel’ a playful contradiction to her increasingly bold look.

I couldn’t help but smile broadly, seeing her in such a provocative outfit. “You look absolutely breathtaking, Mya. My little angel,” I said, emphasizing the pet name.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she looked down shyly, clearly aroused and embarrassed by the attention and the term of endearment. “Do you really think so, Jake? I feel so different ... it’s a lot,” she admitted, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Absolutely,” I reassured her, stepping closer to adjust the fit of the top slightly, making sure she felt the weight of my approval. “You’re beautiful, Mya. And sometimes, it’s good to explore different sides of ourselves. This is you, just another part of you.”

She nodded, looking at herself in the mirror again, her initial resistance fading under my encouragement. “I guess ... I guess it’s fun to try new things. You always know best, Jake.”

“Let’s get these for you, then,” I said decisively, enjoying the ease with which she accepted the new direction I was steering her towards.

As we left the store, her hand in mine, I could feel her confidence slowly building, her strides becoming more assured. This was just the beginning, I thought. With each step, each new experience, I would continue to guide Mya, reshaping her into the image I desired, her pure innocence an untouched canvas for my designs.

As I stepped out of the dressing room, my breath caught in my throat. I turned slowly, catching my reflection in the tall mirror, and my eyes widened with awe and wonder.

The black leather pants clung to every inch of me like a second skin, hugging my hips and wrapping around my legs so tightly that I could feel every movement, every soft tug and pull as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. My little peachy butt looked rounder, higher, almost ... sinful. The shiny fabric gleamed under the boutique lights, drawing attention to every curve, and the crop top barely skimmed my ribs, exposing the soft, pale skin of my stomach. The glittery word Angel sparkled right across my chest like it was made just for me.

I swallowed hard, a strange warmth building deep in my belly. I had never looked like this before—so bold, so different. It felt ... exciting. The pants were tight and warm between my legs, and every step made them rub against my body in ways that sent little shivers through me.

“Jake,” I whispered, glancing up at him with wide eyes. “Do I ... do I look okay?”

Jake’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his hand resting on my waist. “Angel,” he said, his voice low and warm, “you look perfect. Better than perfect. You were made for this look.”

My cheeks flushed, and I felt a rush of giddy excitement. His hand slid lower, brushing gently against my hip, and I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. The warmth in my belly grew stronger, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling shyly.

“If ... if you like it,” I whispered, “then I’ll wear it.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, giving me a soft kiss on the forehead.

I couldn’t stop touching the fabric as we walked out of the boutique. It felt sinfully soft and smooth under my fingertips. Every time I took a step, the leather rubbed and shifted, sending little jolts through me. It felt so different from the cotton skirts and dresses I had always worn at home. So much more exciting.

Jake led me to another store, and then another. We bought short skirts—so short I could feel a breeze against my thighs when I walked. Tiny denim shorts that clung to my body even more tightly than the leather pants. Cropped tops, low-cut tank tops, and dresses that made me blush just looking at them.

“Are you sure these are ... normal?” I asked as I held up a skirt that looked more like a strip of fabric than a real piece of clothing. “I’ve never seen anyone wear something like this before...”

Jake smiled, taking the skirt from my hands. “It’s normal in the city, angel. Girls wear this all the time. Trust me, you’ll fit right in.”

I nodded quickly, trusting him completely. Jake always knew best.

Next, we headed to the shoe store, where rows and rows of beautiful heels sparkled under the lights. My eyes widened as I looked around, unsure where to begin. I had only ever worn flat, sensible shoes before—nothing like these towering, shiny stilettos.

“Try these,” Jake said, picking up a pair of black heels with a sleek five-inch heel. “The height will help with your confidence. You’ll feel taller, stronger.”