Chapter 3

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, soft and golden, as I stretched in bed, feeling warm and happy. Today was my big day—my first day of lessons. I couldn’t wait to get started. Jake had left me a list of instructions before heading off to work, carefully explaining each step. His voice had been calm and reassuring, like always, and I hung on every word, wanting to absorb everything.

“You’re going to follow these steps exactly, angel,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ll be so proud of you if you do. This is all about learning to be your best self.”

My heart swelled at his praise, and I nodded eagerly. “I’ll do it, Jake. I’ll follow every step perfectly!”

Before he left, he smiled and held out a little silver object—a small, shiny buttplug—and a bottle of lube.

“This will help you focus while you practice your heel walking,” he said, squirting a bit of the lube onto his fingers. He gently coated the plug and pressed it against my ass. “It’ll remind you to sway your cute little butt when you walk.”

I gasped softly as the cool plug slipped inside me, my breath catching at the strange, full feeling. It wasn’t uncomfortable—just different. I blinked up at him, unsure for a moment, but Jake’s steady hands and calm smile made me relax.

“There,” he said, patting my bottom. “Now you’re ready to start.”

The door closed behind him, and I stood there for a moment, holding the list of instructions in my hand. My heart fluttered with excitement. I was going to follow every step exactly. I wanted to be perfect for Jake.

The first instruction was simple but felt strangely important: Start naked.

I peeled off my sleep shirt and stood in front of the mirror, my bare skin glowing in the morning light. My hair was still a little messy, and my face was soft and clean, free of makeup. Jake wanted me to start this way so I could learn to love my body.

I looked at my reflection, taking in every inch of myself. My piercings swung gently between my legs, catching the light, their weight a constant reminder of how much I had already changed. The buttplug nestled snugly inside me made my body feel warm and tingly, like there was a low hum of energy buzzing just beneath my skin.

Next on the list: Put on your six-inch stiletto heels.

I grabbed the black pumps from my closet, slipping them onto my feet. The extra height made my legs look longer, my back arch slightly, and my hips sway naturally when I took a step. I wobbled at first, giggling as I caught myself on the dresser, but with each step, I grew more confident.

Walk in front of the mirror and admire your body.

The clicking of my heels echoed softly in the room, each step making the rings between my legs jingle and swing. The sensation sent little sparks through me, my breath catching in my throat as the heat between my legs grew hotter, wetter. The buttplug pressed gently inside me with every sway of my hips, intensifying the tingles until my head felt light and dizzy.

I stood in front of the mirror, watching myself. My face was flushed, my lips parted, my body glistening faintly in the light. I felt ... beautiful. Not just pretty, but really beautiful.

Play with yourself for five minutes. Don’t cum.

My eyes widened a little at the instruction, but I trusted Jake completely. If he said it was important, it must be.

My fingers slid down between my legs, brushing over the wet rings. The sensation was electric, shooting straight through me and making my knees wobble. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering closed for a second before I forced them open again, watching myself in the mirror like Jake had told me to.

The pleasure built quickly, hotter and faster with each stroke. My fingers played with the rings, tugging gently at the jewelry around my clit, each pull making me gasp. The buttplug pressed deeper with every movement, heightening the sensations until I felt like I was going to explode.

But I couldn’t cum. Not yet. Jake had said so.

“Don’t ... cum,” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. “Not yet ... not without makeup...”

I bit my lip, struggling to hold back the wave that threatened to crash over me. My body shook, my thighs trembling as I slowed my fingers, trying to catch my breath. It felt so good—too good—but I couldn’t break the rule. I wanted to make Jake proud.

The timer on my phone went off, and I almost collapsed with relief, pulling my hand away from my aching, dripping body. I was panting, my heart racing, my skin covered in a soft sheen of sweat.

I felt wonderful ... but frustrated. I needed to cum. But not yet. Not until Jake said it was okay.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and moved on to the next step: Makeup tutorials.

I sat down at my vanity, my legs still shaky as I pulled up the first video on the list. My reflection stared back at me, flushed and glowing, and I smiled softly.

“I’m going to learn so much,” I whispered to myself. “Jake’s going to be so proud of me.”

I picked up my makeup brush, ready to begin my first lesson. The excitement bubbled up in my chest again, and I couldn’t wait to see how far these lessons would take me.

With determination bubbling in my chest, I set out to tackle the next part of Jake’s instructions: my very first makeup tutorial. The picture of myself from yesterday flashed on the laptop screen, and I stared at it for a long moment. My makeup had been so perfect then—every detail flawless, every stroke of Maria’s brush magical.

It felt like an impossible standard to reach, but I was determined to do my best. Jake had given me everything I needed: tutorials, tools, even extra notes in his calm, steady handwriting. You’ve got this, angel, I imagined him saying, and the thought made my heart swell with pride.

“Okay,” I whispered to myself, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “First, hair.”

I reached for the hair oils and brushes Maria had recommended and carefully began taming my long locks. My hair flowed like silk through my fingers, the light catching the soft golden hues. I brushed and smoothed, taking my time to get it just right, and when I was done, I admired the way it framed my face, just like it had yesterday.

That wasn’t so bad, I thought, feeling a little more confident. But my eyes darted back to the list.

“Now for the hard part ... makeup,” I said aloud, my voice wavering slightly.

I pulled up the first tutorial and leaned in close, trying to absorb every detail. The girl on the screen made it look so easy—flawless skin with a few swipes of foundation, perfectly blended eyeshadow, and lashes that practically fluttered off her face. I bit my lip, glancing at the picture of myself again for reference.

She was a stunning blond, working her face like it was the most casual act in the world. I was jealous of her skills. Wanting to emulate.

“Okay ... foundation first,” I whispered, reaching for the bottle.

I pumped a small amount onto the back of my hand and dabbed it onto my face, using a sponge to blend it in. My fingers trembled a little at first, but the more I blended, the more I relaxed. The soft pat-pat of the sponge was oddly soothing, and before I knew it, my skin looked smooth and even.

“Not bad,” I said, smiling to myself.

Contour was next, and that proved trickier. I held the brush with shaking fingers, carefully tracing the lines the tutorial had shown me—under the cheekbones, along the jawline, down the sides of my nose. It looked ... a little dramatic at first, but after some blending and a quick rewatch of the video, it actually started to look right.

“Blush ... easy enough,” I whispered, tapping a rosy color onto my cheeks.

But when it came to fake lashes, things got a little more complicated. The glue was sticky, and the lashes kept slipping out of place. I huffed in frustration, my fingers fumbling as I tried to press them into position. The first lash stuck awkwardly, pointing slightly upward, and I had to peel it off and start over again.

“You can do this, Mya,” I said to myself, nodding firmly.

After three tries, the lashes finally settled into place, framing my eyes in thick, dramatic curls. I blinked at myself in the mirror, my heart skipping a beat at how big and doe-like my eyes looked.

Eyeliner came next—thick and winged, just like Maria’s—and though it took several tries, I finally managed to get the lines even. Eyeshadow followed, a smoky blend of dark colors that made my eyes look mysterious. Lipstick was the last step, a deep, shiny red that made my lips pop, and I topped it off with a layer of gloss for that perfect, wet look.

The process was harder than I thought it would be. I spent three hours in front of the mirror, going back and forth between the tutorials and the picture, wiping off mistakes and starting again. My hands were stained with makeup by the end, but I didn’t care. I was determined to get it right.

When I finally leaned back to admire my reflection, a soft gasp escaped my lips.

“Wow...”

My eyes were wide, framed by thick lashes and smudged with shadow. My lips glistened under the light, full and inviting. My skin was flawless, glowing softly with just the right amount of blush and highlighter. I looked ... different.

“Is that really me?” I whispered, touching my cheek gently.

A little tingle shot through me, sending a warm rush down my spine. My heart fluttered with pride and something else—something deeper and harder to define. It felt good to take care of myself, to lavish attention on my appearance. I had never spent so much time on myself before, and now, seeing the result, I couldn’t help but smile.

“I think ... I think I did it,” I whispered, glancing at the picture on the laptop again.

It wasn’t perfect—not quite—but it was close. And for my first try, it felt like a victory.

Jake was going to be so proud of me.

My chest swelled with excitement, and I sat back at the vanity, running my fingers lightly over my hair and face. I want to get even better, I thought, so Jake will always think I’m beautiful.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I reached for the next video, ready to keep learning, ready to become everything Jake wanted me to be.

With my makeup perfect and every hair in place, I set out to complete the next part of Jake’s instructions: practicing walking in my heels. My six-inch stilettos clicked softly on the floor as I stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath. Each step needed to be better than the last—more confident, more graceful.

I took a careful step, rolling my hips just like the tutorial had shown me. The buttplug nestled inside me shifted slightly, reminding me of its presence with every movement. Jake had been so smart to give it to me—it helped me focus on the sway in my hips, making me more aware of my body with each step.

“Okay, sway ... one step at a time,” I whispered to myself, watching my reflection closely. “Sway that cute little butt, just like Jake said.”

The leather soles of my heels tapped on the hardwood floor in a steady rhythm. My hips moved naturally now, the buttplug keeping me aligned, guiding me to move with just the right amount of confidence.

After a few laps around the room, my instructions told me to do squats for fifteen minutes to help shape my “peachy little butt,” as Jake called it. I smiled to myself, eager to make him proud.

With my hands on my hips, I lowered myself slowly, feeling the tension in my thighs as I bent down. The buttplug pressed deeper, and my pussy rings clicked and jingled softly at every movement, brushing against my sensitive skin. It was impossible to ignore the warm, tingling sensation that grew with each squat.

I was a hot mess after just a few minutes, my breath coming faster, sweat beading lightly on my forehead. The piercings swung with every movement, teasing me mercilessly as they slipped through their little holes. It felt so sinful yet so darn good, and I couldn’t stop.

“Almost ... done,” I gasped, pushing through the last few squats. My legs felt like jelly, and my body buzzed with heat and pleasure.

Then came the final part of this set: five minutes of edging.

I sat down in front of the mirror, my body still trembling slightly, and let my fingers slide between my legs, gently exploring the thick rings that chastised my virgin pussy. I twisted them slowly, feeling them slip through their little holes, the sensation making me shudder with each movement.

Seeing my heavily made-up face in the mirror while I played with myself sent a strange thrill through me. I didn’t look like the same girl from the little mountain town. This version of me was bold, confident, and ... naughty. It was like the makeup unleashed something hidden deep inside me—something wild.

My fingers lingered on the ring right through my clit, the most electrifying of all. A wave of heat washed over me, making my thighs tremble as I tugged at it gently, my breath catching in my throat.

“Just five minutes ... don’t cum yet...” I whispered, trying to hold on.

But it was so hard. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve buzzing with pleasure. I noticed little drops of my juices dripping onto the floor, the sight making my pulse race even faster.

Finally, the timer on my phone went off, and I let out a breathless sigh of relief. With my makeup on, I was allowed to cum—just once. I glanced at my reflection, my eyes dark and full of need. My petite body stood tall in my stilettos, my skin glowing, my clit and pussy rings glinting in the light.

I was beautiful. Sinful. Perfect.

My fingers found the ring in my clit again, this time tugging harder, the pleasure building in a hot, dizzying wave. My legs trembled, my head fell back, and with one final pull, my body exploded.

“Ahhh! Oh my ... oh my God!” I cried out, my voice high and breathless as the climax tore through me, sending shockwaves from my core to my toes. My knees buckled, and I almost fell, catching myself on the dresser as my body shook uncontrollably.

The release was so intense I could barely breathe, my heart racing as the last tremors slowly faded. My fingers clung to the dresser for support, my body still buzzing with aftershocks.

But even after that earth-shattering orgasm, I still felt ... needy. My body hummed with an ache that hadn’t quite gone away.

I shook my head, giggling softly. “Wow ... that was ... a lot.”

After a few deep breaths, I felt steady enough to move on. My next task was simple: lunch. It seemed almost silly to go from something so intense to making a sandwich, but I followed Jake’s instructions carefully.

I kept my heels on, knowing it was good training for me. Walking to the kitchen felt easier now, my body adjusting naturally to the extra height. I even bent down to pick up a towel I had dropped, noticing how my butt stuck out a little more, how the stretch in my thighs felt nice and tight.

Jake was right—heels made everything better.

I opened the fridge and pulled out some ham, cheese, and lettuce, assembling a healthy sandwich. My eyes landed on a few cucumbers tucked neatly in the crisper drawer, and I smiled.

“Jake’s so thoughtful,” I said to myself, pulling one out and slicing it thin. “It’s so nice that he keeps such healthy vegetables around.”

I added the cucumber slices to my sandwich, feeling proud of my healthy choice, and sat down at the counter to eat. Each bite tasted fresh and delicious, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for how much Jake was helping me grow.

“He really is the best,” I whispered between bites, swinging my legs gently under the counter, my heels tapping softly against the stool.

As I finished my sandwich, I leaned back in my chair, feeling more confident than ever. Today was turning out to be an amazing day, and I couldn’t wait to see what else Jake had planned for me.

After lunch, I felt warm and floaty, my body still buzzing from everything I had done that morning. My high heels clicked softly as I walked back to the living room, my pussy still tingling from the release Jake had allowed me earlier. I glanced at the list of instructions again, my heart skipping with excitement when I saw the next task: porn training.

Jake had explained it was important for me to learn from the pros. I sat cross-legged on the couch, my heels still on, my makeup perfect, and pulled up the first video. The screen flickered to life, and suddenly I was staring at a gorgeous woman with big eyes, long lashes, and thick lips painted a deep red, just like mine. She looked so confident, so ... happy.

“Oh baby, I love sucking cock,” the woman said, giggling as she ran her tongue along the length of a thick, veiny cock.

My eyes widened, my lips parting slightly in awe. She looked like she was having so much fun, like it was the best thing in the world. Her eyes sparkled with pure joy, and she seemed so eager to please.

I leaned in closer, my breath catching in my throat as I watched her take him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Cock worship, the title of the video said. I thought about that word—worship. I had heard it in church before. This seemed kind of like that ... but different.

“It’s like ... worshipping Jake,” I whispered to myself, my fingers sliding absentmindedly down to my clit ring. The idea sent a thrill through me, making my whole body tingle.

The woman moaned around the man’s cock, her eyes rolling back as she took him deeper and deeper.

“God, I love sucking cock,” she said breathlessly, her hand sliding between her legs to play with herself.

I blinked, my heart racing. Love? Could it really feel that good? The way she said it, like it was her favorite thing in the world, made me want to understand.

The camera zoomed in as the man grabbed her head and pushed deeper. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” he growled. “Slam my throat.” She called out hazy and inviting.

I gasped softly, my fingers pressing a little harder on my clit ring. I had never thought about something like this before, but watching her eyes water, her lips stretched around him, it all looked so ... exciting. So raw. So real.