The Room (of Mrs. Alonso) - Part4

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Part 4 - The New Ariel/Amber

Back at the contraption she was going to try, she looked at herself in the small mirror in front of it. There so that the person imprisoned inside could observe and see herself. Even with the dark intention, that she could see who and what they were doing behind her. Ariel was stunned for a moment...

"It can't be," she said to herself, putting a hand to her face without touching it, out of fear, not believing what she was seeing. "I didn't realize... How is it possible that I put on make-up... Oh Gods... is this because of the mask? And with this wig... I... I... I..."

Her heart raced even faster as she instinctively brought her fingers to where the edges of the mask should be, but she felt no edges. The feeling of butterflies in her belly and the warmth in her body became more intense. Her ability to think clearly, as if she could still do so at this point, had evaporated. Then, a sensual sensation ran through her entire body, and she couldn't help but bring her hands to her body and caress herself, reawakening the pleasure it brought her earlier. As a sigh of satisfaction combined with a stupid giggle escaped her, it was spiced with her new tone and voice.

Ariel knew she should be scared, panicking, wondering what was going on, but instead... A familiar devilish grin came over her face, even the expressions she had were identical. In the reflection she didn't see Ariel in disguise, how could she not have noticed it before? There was only one possible explanation, and the reason she didn't notice was her growing excitement.

In an impulse, she then tried to remove her shaping-mask, only to discover that this was now her face, and there was no way to reverse her changes. That would be her face forever, and she would always have to speak with that voice of a gold digger or trophy wife. She was doomed to see that face, and hear herself speaking sensual and provocative forever.

So she looked at herself all over, not just concentrating on her face. There were some details, which needed to be improved, the lips were not plump enough or her breasts were a bit small... but otherwise she saw the slutty version of Amber Alonso, the CEO of her company. And right now, if it weren't for the fact that it would take her a long time to get undressed, she would have gone to the dresser and would be looking for a Lasvicia Bodyshaper. She suspected then, there should be a drawer full of them, just like there was one full of Shaper-Masks in the dresser.

"(giggle) That will have to wait," she said with a perverse satisfaction, taking the typical pose Amber put on when examining to cajole and manipulate with compliments or humiliate and sink into shit whoever was in front of her. "Ariel could never aspire to be me. She is dead, now only I exist. Later I will complete my transformation into Amber, I will have her huge juicy ass, tiny waist and huge fake breasts, (giggle) Oh Gods... I will be so... sooo.... PERFECT (giggle)."

The new Amber, began to embrace herself, to delight in her own caresses, to repeat to herself that she was Amber and the more she did it, the more disgusted she became with the name of Ariel, her pathetic life, her cheap clothes, her flat shoes, her pants, her comfortable and baggy dresses...

"I'm Amber Alonso, I'm Amber...." she said to herself as she first slid her fingers between the folds of her red pussy lips, and then she slowly dug them deeper and deeper, while she fiercely kneaded one of her breasts. "I love being Amber, I'll be cruel, ambitious, arrogant, proud, I'll collect ex-husbands and thousands of lovers... I'm a bitch... I'm a cruel slut, that's what I am... I'm a bitch, a cruel slut..."

"OH GODS YESSSS! I'm a bitch... with a wet... hungry... and insatiable pussy... YES, YES that's what I am, I exist only for myself, I will only love myself, I live to let all other women know that they are nothing, and make men kneel and humiliate themselves before me, and give me everything this slut wants. YES, YES... OH GODS... YES!!! I AM A GODDESS, A PERVERSE, CRUEL AND ARROGANT GODDESS!!!!"

The more Amber said that to herself, the more she liked to admit it, to be it and let what was happening to her, make it real. Her hips began to move twice as fast as her breaths. Her hand was no longer enough... and so she grabbed the dildo... but then she remembered... Why should she keep using her hands? She wanted to know what it was like to be trapped, with that dildo roaring inside her pussy, driving her even crazier with excitement than she was and hopefully, in that journey of lust, erasing all memory of who she had been...

to be continued...