The Room (of Mrs. Alonso) - Part2

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 2 - The Finishing Touches

Now, to complete her outfit, Ariel looked among the accessories to see what she could use. Then she saw something that was not necessary, but that would give her a more elegant and perverse touch. She covered her arms again, now with some long black gloves, that seemed to merge with the sleeves of the bodysuit.

"Oh... Gods..." she said to herself as she saw herself in the mirror, with the whole red latex outfit, while listening to the delicious sounds of the latex, as she caressed herself. But what she liked most was how the pantyhose shined and how her legs felt as she slid her latex covered fingers over the thin fabric of the skirt. It was as if she was stroking her special spot. "Mmmh, this dominatrix looks hot!"

She was posing for a while in front of the mirror, taking some pictures and a video, pretending to be discovered by the security and using voices and a sensual tone, until she thought it was still not enough. Ariel turned around and looked in the dresser for what she needed to touch up her makeup, to make it more striking, more sensual.

To her surprise, she found in one of the drawers some 'Shaper-Masks'. Ariel had heard about them, they were very exclusive and extremely expensive. Some were to enhance facial features and others were to totally change the look of the wearer. They could also be temporary and permanent.

"It gets better every moment," she said to herself anxiously, picking up one of the masks, without looking at what kind of mask she had selected. "This kind of opportunity is not to be wasted."

As if putting on a beauty salon treatment mask, Ariel put on the mask and immediately noticed how it stuck to her skin. It was strange and uncomfortable for a moment. First, she had to open her mouth, and adjust the huge gag that, despite the saliva, paid out all over the place. Then she felt a tingling in her cheekbones and lips, her eyes stung for a moment. And when she was able to articulate a sound again, her voice cracked at first, sounded muffled at first and then sounded higher pitched, hypnotic and seductive. The more she tried to speak again with her new voice, her new tone, the more it became even clearer pronounced.

"What?! Why do I sound like one of those bitches...?" she said, remembering how stupid and ridiculous the 'Friends of Mrs. Alonso' sounded when they talked together "Hmmm... I have to admit now that my voice is like this... it doesn't sound so stupid (giggle) Oh! Now I'll have to do the make up like one of those sluts and gold diggers... (giggle)"

While she was putting on her makeup, Ariel noticed that her face did not lose sensitivity wearing the mask, quite the contrary. It was sensual to feel something touching her new face. Therefore, she used plenty of the foundation, used a lot of the black eyeshadow, with red shimmers, painted herself a cat-eyeline and a sluty red covered her now fuller lips. She enhanced her cheekbones with a reddish tone. And so little by little, she used more and more of the makeup until she had the perfect seductive look. Her high-lighted eyes stood out more than ever.

Then she saw a wig of brunette hair, bob cut, and without thinking twice, and not knowing that this wig could not be removed once it was on, she pulled her hair up and covered it with the wig, tightening and adjusting it until it looked like her real hair.

After that she grabbed some leather straps, with metal rings, and wrapped her wrists with them, and then examined the collars that were there. They were made of leather and studs, on which you could read things like 'Whore', 'Slut', 'Sex Addict' and so on. There were as many as there were sexual cliché words. Ariel opted for a demeaning one, with a ring to wear a chain or a leach with it.

"Mmmm, Yes!" Ariel said to herself, after closing the collar around her neck, as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"I'm perfect, unrecognizable... Oh Fuck, I feel so... horny and hot... and I look so much like a hooker." she said to herself, almost cumming with pleasure as she read the word on the collar and felt a strange addictive bond. It was as if that was now what she was, what she really and truly was.

Ariel, the Marketing Executive of the Softhealth Company, ceased to exist. Replaced by Ariel, the hot and horny prostitute, who could feel how a trickle of her juices stained her pantyhose down her leg, increasing the magic with which they were imbued.

Then in an outburst, she struggled to remove her skirt. She let it fall to the floor, after kicking it off with her foot lightly.

"YES! Yes... this is so fantastic!" she said to herself running her gloved hand through the clothes on the dresser, while with the other she caressed herself between the open zipper. And one finger ventured between the folds of her pink lips dilated with excitement. "I want to try them all on, to see myself in each of these clothes..."

Then Ariel froze, struggling with a desire that invaded her, and finally she surrendered with a wicked smile

"And if I try..." she said now with a tone of voice that was not like her, turning to the devices on the other side of the curtain.

Although the machines intimidated her, Ariel now needed to try at least one. She knew she would regret it if she didn't try one of them now. Since she didn't know when her small workload would coincide with Mrs. Alonso being away for a week again.


to be continued...