The Butterfly Girls

My childhood was perfect. I was the youngest of five children and the only girl. My mother doted on me. I was the girl that she always wanted.
She dressed me in pretty dresses and curled my long blonde hair, adorning it with pink ribbons.
I was taken to ballet lessons and became quite accomplished. I asked for a pony and my parents bought me one.
I was the girl that was invited to everyone's birthday party. I wanted for nothing. I asked for it and I got it.

One of my special friends at primary school was Michael. We moved up from primary school into high school. We both attended the local collage and achieved good grades. On leaving collage Micheal secured a good position at a local tech company and I became a PA within the same company.
Michael and I were always together, we became boyfriend and girlfriend and it wasn't long before we moved in together and set up home. In short life was perfect.
Michael was the perfect partner. He treated me like a lady. He took me to exclusive restaurants. He bought me beautiful clothes and some very sexy but sometimes very risky lingerie.
Michael did have one misgiving. He was addicted to gambling. His addiction started with online poker but this soon progressed into face to face poker games.
He would spend most Saturday nights at a private poker club. Although Michael had misgivings he continued to treat me with respect and would do anything to please me. I loved him so much and I was prepared to turn a blind eye to his weakness.

Life was about to change.

It was Saturday evening and Michael visited his poker club. I spent the evening at my home with my friend Sarah. We watched movies on TV and drank wine but as usual I went to bed alone whilst Michael stayed at the poker club.
Sunday morning arrived with the sunshine filtering through the window blinds painting dappled patterns on the bedroom walls.
I was in bed alone. Where was Michael?
The mystery was soon solved when he entered the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray loaded with toast and coffee. Michael kissed me and told me he loved me but something was wrong. He had been at the poker club all night. He seemed upset and wouldn't make eye contact with me. Was he having an affair?

Michael told me to get showered and dressed as he had someone that he wanted me to meet. I did as he asked and we were soon driving out of the village and into the countryside. Michael was very quiet during the journey. I tried to engage him in conversation but he refused to look at me and appeared to be close to tears. After a short drive Michael pulled into the driveway of a very grand looking country house.
Michael got out of our car and walked towards the front door of the house asking me to follow him. I did as he asked.
The door was answered by a very smart looking man. He had the build and appearance of a door man you would expect to see outside a nightclub.

Michael introduced us and we were allowed entry. We were escorted to a sitting room located just off the main hallway. Both Michael and I sat close together on a settee and Michael held my hand. With tears in his eyes he leaned into me, kissed me on the cheek and excused himself saying that he had to leave the room for a moment. Michael stood and walked out of the room. That was the last time I would see Michael.

I sat waiting for Michael's return. The door opened and I looked towards it expecting to see Michael. A tall elderly man entered the room. He was very smartly dressed in a suit, shirt and tie. He approached and sat in one of the leather arm chairs across from the settee on which I was sitting.

"Good morning Miss Reynolds, my name is Lawrence Cartwright. Please allow me to explain the reason for your visit here today. Your fiancé Michael has got himself into a great deal of trouble. His gambling addiction has resulted him in owing us a considerable sum of money. Five hundred thousand pounds to be precise. He is unable to repay his debts and has offered you in payment. You now belong to us."

My mind began to spin. I felt physically sick. What had Michael done to me? I thought he loved me.

The elderly man continued "You will be gainfully employed in our organisation until Michael's dept is repaid. If you are unwilling or unable to repay then then Michael will repay another way. With his life."

With that the elderly man stood and left the room. I was escorted outside to a waiting limousine.
The limousine drove a short distance down country lanes before pulling into a gated driveway that led to a very large Edwardian mansion.
The driver of the limousine escorted me to the front door and rang the bell.
As the door opened I was greeted by a very authoritarian looking woman dressed in a light grey skirt suit and pristine white blouse. Her hair was grey and was worn in a tight bun.

"Good morning Miss Reynolds. I have been expecting you. I am Matron, welcome to The Academy, follow me."

I followed the woman who called herself matron into a large and tastefully decorated entrance hall. From there I was led into a large and spacious room filled with comfy chairs and settees. A television set was playing to itself in the far corner of the room. I noticed a large bookcase filled with books and magazines.
The lounge area opened up into a restaurant with a self-service counter and the noise of meals being prepared in the back kitchen echoed around the room.
A short walk down a corridor from the restaurant led to a gymnasium equipped with all manner of apparatus. From the gymnasium I could see a large swimming pool surrounded by sun loungers. To the side of the pool was a sauna and a number of Jacuzzis.
On looking out of the panoramic windows in the pool area I saw an expanse of well manicure lawn and an ornamental pond.

We then took the elevator to the first floor. Matron informed me that this floor was accommodation and preparation rooms.
I followed Matron down a long corridor. On either side of the corridor I saw doors adorned with brass plaques bearing a girl’s name and a number.
Matron stopped outside one such door bearing the name 'Rebecca 87.'
Matron opened the door and invited me to step in. "This is your room Miss Reynolds. From now on you will not be addressed as Miss Reynolds. You will be referred to as Rebecca - Bitch Tag 87. Do you understand?"

"Yes I think so" I replied.

Matron scolded me saying "In future when you wish to speak to me, you will curtsey before you speak and you always refer to me as matron. Do you understand?"

I curtsied and replied "Yes Matron"

"Now undress out of your clothes including your underwear and put on that towelling dressing gown that has been laid out for you." She instructed.

I did as instructed.

I followed matron out of my room and back down the corridor to a set of large double doors. The sign above the doors read Hair and Beauty Salon.

On entering I was greeted by the site of the most vast and well equipped beauty salon I had ever seen.
On one side of the room lay a bank of 10 hair cutting stations complete with its own wash basin. On the opposite side of the room were 10 waxing tables and product stands. In the centre of the room stood 10 makeup chairs and work stations.

"Now take off your robe and lie on that waxing table." Matron instructed.

I curtsied "Yes Matron." and did as instructed.

My body was already smooth as I shaved regularly apart from the public hair around my pussy. Michael like me to keep my bush. He said it turned him on.

A young woman entered the salon. I would guess she was my age, early twenties. She had long blonde hair similar in length to mine and tied back in a neat pony tail. She wore a white knee length salon dress, white seamed stockings and a pair of white patent leather kitten heels. As she walked towards me I could clearly see the suspender bumps imprinting through her very tight salon dress.

Matron spoke to the young woman "This is Rebecca - Bitch Tag 87, please prepare her for her duties as a Butterfly Girl"

The young woman approached me as I lay naked on the waxing table.

"My name is Amy and I will be processing you today" she said to me.

'What do you mean processing me?" I asked

"When you speak to me or any of the salon staff you must refer to us as Miss, so I am Miss Amy. What I mean by processing you is I will be waxing you and doing your hair and makeup." replied Miss Amy.

Miss Amy began the waxing treatment and before long the whole of my body including my pussy mound was devoid of hair. A sweet smelling lotion was applied to my skin and massaged in by Miss Amy. Her touch was sensuous as her fingers massaged my body. Her hands gently smothered the cream into my thigh area moving towards my pussy. Her hands caressed my mound and I felt her fingers open my pussy lips, her fingers exploring inside me. Miss Amy lifted the two offending fingers to her mouth and licked my wetness from them. Once she had finished my skin felt silky smooth. I had never felt my skin so smooth.
Miss Amy handed me a pair of paper panties. Told me to put them on and take a seat at her hair styling station.
I did as I was ordered. I had never had my hair trimmed whilst naked before. I presumed I was getting a trim because my hair was one of my outstanding features. I had naturally golden blonde hair and when I didn't wear it in a pony tail it fell to just above my bum cheeks.

Miss Amy threw a salon cape over my naked body and fastened it securely around my neck. She took the hair bobble from my pony tail and set my hair free to tumble over my shoulders and over the back of the salon chair.
This shouldn't take long I thought to myself, a quick trim is all I need. I took good care of my hair and it shouldn't take much to sort out a few split ends.
I watched Miss Amy brush out my hair, take the top section and twist it into one long rope of hair and create a bun which she clipped to the top of my head leaving the under section of my hair hanging down over the back of the salon chair.
Miss Amy leant over to her styling table and unclipped a pair of barber’s hair clippers from their hook. My god, surely she's not going to use those on me. I thought to myself.

She stood behind me as I watched her through the salon mirror. She lifted the clippers so that I had a good view of them through the mirror.
Miss Amy fired the hair clippers into action.

CLICK PLOP BZZZZZZZZZZZ

She saw the look of desperation on my face and smiled. The bitch was enjoying this. She was going to shave my hair off and she was enjoying it.
She placed her fingers on the back of my head and pushed it forward so that my chin touched my chest. I could no longer see what she was doing to me. I was at her mercy.
I felt the cold steel of the clippers touch the bottom of my nape and push upwards towards the crown of my head. The sound of the clippers changed to a deep buzz as they ploughed through my beautiful blonde hair. The clippers were returned to the bottom of my nape and another furrow of hair was sheared from my head.
Miss Amy continued to shear me until all of the long hair from my nape and around my ears was removed. With the clippers job completed she hung them back on the hook beneath her styling station.
She took a can of shaving gel from her station, squirted some into her left palm, stood directly in front of me and massaged the gel with fingers from her right hand. The very same fingers she had stuck inside my pussy not 10 minutes earlier. The bitch I thought to myself.
She massaged the gel into a cream.

"I'm really going to enjoy shaving that pretty little nape of yours." She said with a smile.

She smothered the cream over my callipered nape and around my ears. I watched as she took a straight razor from her styling station and expertly shave the shaving foam and bristles from my neck and the skin around your ears. When she had finished all I could see was pure white virgin skin on the side of my head around my ears. My hair line now started 2cm above the top of my ears.

Miss Amy released the clip from the bun at the top of my head allowing my remaining hair to fall over my shoulders and down the back of salon chair. I looked in the mirror and the image I saw looking back at me was Rebecca with the long hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Miss Amy had given me an undercut. Not so bad I thought. I can still hide the fact that I am partially bald.

Miss Amy picked up a pair of scissors, placed the blades midway up my right ear and commenced cutting my hair into a short bob. I watched as 50 cm lengths of my beautiful blonde hair fell to the salon floor. She continued to cut my hair around my nape but instead of cutting in a straight horizontal line she graduated the cut upwards to the occipital bone at the back of my head. On reaching the highpoint of my nape the hairline was cut downwards towards the midway point of my left ear.

Miss Amy stood in front of me and brushed the long hair out that was to form my fringe.

“I’m going to give you a really short fringe" she said with a giggle.

She placed the scissors to a point midway up my forehead and snipped. The last of my long hair fell to the salon floor.

She held a mirror to the back of my head so I could see the results of her work. She had given me a very short Louise Brooks style inverted bob with a shaved nape.

The skin on my shaved nape stood out virgin white until it reached my new hairline just above the occipital bone.

If I thought my ordeal in the salon chair was over but I was mistaken.

Miss Amy lead me to to wash station and I was laid back whilst she washed my hair. Her fingers felt so good on my scalp. I could feel the area between my legs getting wet. She was turning me on.
Miss Amy's right hand stopped massaging my head and slipped under the salon apron in search of my wet pussy. I felt her fingers part my lips and slip inside me. Her fingers explored deeper and deeper, faster and faster as she finger fucked me. My body tensed as I released my juices into my paper panties and over the salon chair.
Miss Amy removed her fingers slowly from the depths of my wet pussy, raised them to her lips and licked my juice. Her wet fingers touched my lips inviting me to taste my own pussy juice. I opened my mouth her fingers explored my mouth pushing back into my throat causing me to gag. The bitch.

"Now I think we had better finish you off" she said.

A jet black hair dye solution was applied to my hair and allowed to take. After another quick rinse at the wash basin my hair was blow dried.

I sat staring into the salon mirror. That wasn't Rebecca Reynolds with the long blonde hair, that was Rebecca - Bitch Tag 87 with the very short jet black Louise Brooks style inverted bob with the shaved nape and undercut staring back at me.

I was quickly moved across to the makeup area of the salon.
Miss Amy applied my makeup. My eyebrows were shaved and replaced with a very fine arched brow drawn on and a set of very long curvy eye lashes applied.
The makeup Miss Amy applied was very pale with rosy red cheeks and deep red lip gloss. I looked like a china doll.

Miss Amy instructed me to follow her into an adjoining room. This room was a very small room and had just a few pieces of furniture in it.
A dentist type chair, a bed and a cabinet with what looked like tattoo artists tools set out on a cabinet.

Miss Amy instructed me to sit in the chair.
Miss Amy was a woman of many talents. She gave me a beautiful tattoo of a colourful butterfly on my left breast.
I was then instructed to lie face down on the bed. I did as instructed and soon found myself getting another tattoo at the base of my nape. Just when I thought my ordeal was over the ink gun started up again this time along my back at waistline just above my buttocks.

Miss Amy finally told me that my inking was complete and instructed me to return to the chair. She showed me another of her talents and proceeded to pierce my nipples and adorn them with a nipple bar through each. She then turned her attention to my pussy placing two fingers inside me and piercing my outer labia before placing a gold ring into the piercing.

"There that is you processed. A perfect Butterfly girl" she said.

Miss Amy led me back into the salon and allowed me to inspect the tattoos she had given me on my back.
If they were anything like the beautiful butterfly on my breast I would be very happy.

I stared at the reflection of my tattoos. I mustered all the strength I had to stop me from bursting into tears.

Tattooed on my nape was; REBECCA BITCH TAG 87

Tattooed at the base of my back just above my buttocks was; PROPERTY OF THE BUTTERFLY GENTLEMANS CLUB.

I had been well and truly tramp stamped.

The next step in my process was a visit to the nurse. She was a woman of middle age and wore her dark brown hair in a no nonsense short tight curly perm with shaved nape and the skin above her ears clearly visible. Perhaps she had also been a victim of Miss Amy's razor.
She was dressed in an old fashioned nurse’s uniform, black seamed fully fashioned stockings and a pair of black patent leather kitten heels.

I was given a medical check and passed with flying colours. The nurse gave me a contraceptive injection to stop me falling pregnant. I was injected with a microchip that held my personal details and a tracking device that should I wish to leave The Academy without permission I could be tracked down and returned.

My next visit was to the dressing rooms. My personal measurements were taken and recorded. I was issued with my Butterfly Girl uniform to try on for size.

I dressed in a beautiful white lace corset with six suspender straps, pair of white satin ruffle panties with a sheer mesh front that afforded a view of my freshly shaved pussy and its new piercing, a pair of black fully fashioned seamed stocking with a Cuban heel. The stockings were made from the finest nylon and slid up my soft silky legs sending shivers down my back. I pulled on a frilly lace petticoat that would give my dress a full skirt appearance. Next came a very short black maid’s dress that clearly would not cover my stocking tops. The bust line of the dress was cut very low and showed off my ample breasts and gave a glimpse of my beautiful butterfly tattoo. I clipped a white silk ribbon in my hair. I slipped on a pair of black patent leather shoes with a 6 inch stiletto heel. My uniform was finished off with a black leather dog collar around my neck. Attached to my dog collar was a dog tag. 'Rebecca – Bitch Tag 87.'
I was issued with a small black velvet purse. Inside the purse was my black leather dog lead to be used by the master who chose and paid for my company whilst I was on duty at the Butterfly Gentlemans Club.
I looked in the mirror and could not believe how sexy I looked. I had always considered myself as pretty but never a sexy temptress.

Matron appeared next to me.

"Right young lady that is the uniform you will wear whilst on duty at the Butterfly Gentlemans Club" she said.
"It is now 2pm and that gives you two hours free time before the 4pm preparation bell rings. When the bell rings return to your room, shower and put on the towelling robe provided and proceed directly to the hair and beauty salon. Now take off that uniform and place it in the dirty linen basket. You will be provided with a clean uniform for each of your duty dates at the club, keep hold of your dog tag, your collar and lead they are your personal issue. Also wipe your face clean of your makeup. Your make up will be reapplied by our beauty team before you leave for duty"

I returned to my room in just my towelling robe and my face clear of makeup.
My room was very plush. It had a king-size bed covered in white satin sheets and covers. I discovered that the wardrobes had been filled with clothing for me to wear when off duty. I had an en suite bathroom with the biggest bath you ever did see.
I dressed in a pair of jeans, t shirt and training shoes and went to explore my new home. I walked around the beautiful gardens taking in the late summer sunshine. Time passed quickly and the 4pm preparation bell rang.
I returned to my room, showered then made my way to the Hair and Beauty salon along with the other 9 nine girls on duty that evening.

As I entered the salon I saw Miss Amy beckoning me over to her.
"Good afternoon Rebecca Bitch Tag 87" Amy greeted me with a smile.
"Good afternoon Miss Amy" I replied
Miss Amy instructed me to lie on the waxing table.

"Surely I don't need waxing again. You only did it four hours ago." I asked.
"The rule is that any Butterfly Girl going on duty has to be processed fully" Miss Amy replied.
I had another full body wax. My skin was covered in the sweet smelling lotion. Miss Amy gave herself a little treat and fingered my pussy enjoying my sweet taste as she sucked her fingers.
I was shown to the hair styling chair. Surely I wasn't going to be shaved again. Miss Amy covered my already bald nape with shaving foam and shaved me.
I saw her pick up the scissors from her styling desk. She stood in front of me, combed down my fringe and snipped off another cm from its length. The line of my fringe was now almost at the top of my forehead. Miss Amy laughed. The bitch.

My makeup was reapplied and I was now almost ready to report for duty. Together with the other Butterfly Girls who had also been waxed, shaved, clipped and made up I made my way to the dressing room. We all dressed in our uniforms and made our way to the entrance hall to be inspected by matron.
We lined up like solders being inspected by a general. We were all shapes and sizes but we wore identical maid’s uniforms and had the same Louise Brooks style hair bobs with shaved napes. I do believe that my fringe was the shortest. Miss Amy is such a bitch. Matron walked down the line and inspected each of us in turn.

"Very good girls you all look beautiful." She said.

"Before you leave for the club I have an issue that needs to be addressed."" She added.

At that moment a door at the far end of the foyer opened. A naked girl was led out wearing a dog collar and lead. She had a similar hair style to us.
She was led to a chair placed in the middle of the entrance hall floor.

Matron continued "Many of you will recognise Tracey - Bitch Tag 58. She believed she could escape the academy without paying her debts in full. For this she will be punished."

A set of barbers clippers was produced from a side table. Matron fired the clippers into action.

CLICK POP BZZZZZZZZZZ

Matron placed the clippers on Tracey's forehead and pushed back towards the crown of her head leaving a 4cm bald furrow down the centre. The process was repeated until Tracey’s head was left with just a covering of short bristle. Matron produced a can of shaving foam and covered Tracey's head. Matron skilfully shaved the foam and bristle from Tracey's head.

"Tracey will now keep her head shaved; she will be reshaved daily to maintain its beautiful shine. The master has decided to open a new room at the Butterfly Gentlemans Club. He is calling it 'Gentlemen Prefer Balds.'
So if any of you ladies would like to join the new room please come and see me and I will arrange for the salon stylist to shave your head and keep it shaved daily to maintain its shine." Matron said.

Hmm I thought to myself. I bet Miss Amy would like to take her razor to my head. Something to consider at a later date.

Together with my fellow Butterfly Girls I boarded the limousine and was driven to the club.
On arrival we stood on a raised platform in the foyer of the club awaiting our masters.
A bell rang and the internal doors to the club opened and ten very handsome men dressed in suits and black tie entered. Each of the girls was chosen by her master for the evening.
A handsome young man with tanned skin and collar length jet black hair approached me, took my hand and kissed me on the cheek.
I opened my black velvet purse., took out my dog lead and handed it to him.
He clipped my lead onto my dog collar and walked me into the Butterfly Gentleman's Club.
I walked behind my master with my dog tag REBECCA BITCH TAG 87 jangling from my dog collar.

My first night as a Butterfly Girl.
Master walked through the large oak double doors into the Gentleman's Club. I followed him obediently at the end of my lead, my stiletto heels clicking on the wooden floor.

The room was all I imagined a Gentleman's Club to be. It had oak panel walls, a roaring log fire burning in the stone hearth, red leather Chesterfield armchairs and in the far corner a long well stocked drinks bar.

Master lead me to the far corner of the room and sat down in an armchair next to his friend who was the master of Jennifer Bitch Tag no 61.
Jennifer sat obediently at her masters feet with her head bowed. I followed Jennifer's lead and sat at my master's feet and bowed my head so as not to displease him.

Our masters drank whiskey and smoked cigars whilst they discussed a business deal they had just completed. I know I should have felt outrage at the situation I found myself in but I felt contented in my role as a Butterfly Girl ready to please my master.

Jennifer's master spoke "Would you mind terribly if I left my bitch here with you? I have a matter to deal with."
"Of course, so long as she's no trouble." my master replied.

Master sat alone and with no one to distract him, he started to stroke my hair and pat me like a pet dog.

"Unzip my trousers." master commanded.

I rose to my knees and did as he ordered.

"Now take me in your mouth and make sure you do a good job."

Master's penis was flaccid, I kissed his tip and rolled my tongue around his hood causing the blood began to flow and I was soon swallowing his erect cock. My head worked him methodically taking his full length in my mouth, I could feel his tip touching the back of my throat.

Master's hand stroked the back of my head lifting my hair to reveal my undercut. His fingers began to stroke my shaved nape.
Master complimented me "You're good, I can see you have had plenty of practice, you really are a good whore"
I may have been giving head to a complete stranger but I was becoming sexually aroused. My pussy lips started to swell and my clitoris hardened.

Master's friend returned. "Look what I have got old boy?"
Both masters laughed. I couldn't see what he was holding but it was obviously funny.

Jennifer's master spoke to her "What are you doing sitting there idle. Get on your knees and clean Geoff's bitch out. I want you to make sure she's clean before I stick my cock inside it."

I was obviously Geoff's bitch.

I felt my panties being pulled down and a tongue I presumed was Jennifer's tease its way inside my pussy. Jennifer was very good at this as her tongue lapped my folds finding it's way to my clitoris. The tip of her tongue teased me as my body started to tremble.

Master grabbed the hair on the back of my head.

"Don't you dare climax you bitch." He shouted at me.

Jennifer pulled her tongue out but left her face touching my pussy so as not to displease her master.

My master's cock stiffened and I felt it pulse releasing his hot silky cum into my mouth but before he fully unloaded he withdrew his cock showering my face in his cum.

"Wipe that off your face now. You look like a whore." master commended.

At our master's command Jennifer and I stood.

Jennifer's master held up two very large chrome butt plugs.

"Look what I have got for you girls, now both of you bend over."

We did as ordered and I felt lube spread around my rim and my butt plug inserted, it felt very big and heavy as it stretched my rim.

The masters led Jennifer and I into one of the private rooms.

" Now then Geoff, I believe this is your bitch's first night at the club so I think we should use her. Give my bitch the night off."

Jennifer was ordered to sit on a chair near to the bed and watch.

"Get on your hands and knees." Master said.

I did as I was ordered, opening my legs slightly waiting for whichever master chose to take me from behind.

Jennifer's master took hold of my hips and slid his erect shaft into my wet and waiting pussy.
My master knelt in front of me and thrust his cock down my throat making me gag.

Both masters pounded me from both ends. It was the first time I had all three of my holes filled at the same time and I am ashamed to say that it felt satisfying and good.

It was as if the masters were working in unison because I felt them both shudder and fill my holes with their hot sticky cum.
My master must have a thing about showering his bitch in cum because once again he pulled his cock from pussy showering my face and hair with it.

That was my introduction to the Butterfly Club.


Time for a change.
I have been working the Gentleman's Club as a Butterfly Girl now for 12 months and I looked on with envy at the girls working in the new room at the club
'Gentlemen Prefer Balds'

They were known as Dragonfly Girls, they got more privileges than Butterfly Girls and they had more freedom around the academy.

A vacancy arose to join them. I applied and got the position.

I met matron as arranged in her office.

Matron spoke " Now that you are to become a Drangonfly Girl the rules will change. You no longer have to curtsy before you speak to me and you will no longer have to wear your dog tag, plus I am pleased to tell you that will no longer be referred to as Rebecca Bitch Tag no 87, you will be known as Rebecca Dragonfly Girl 87. I will now take you to be processed."

Matron and I walked down to the hair and beauty salon.

Matron spoke to Miss Amy.

"Good morning, you already know Rebecca, she is to become a Dragonfly Girl. Please process her and from now on please refer to her as Miss Rebecca."

Matron left me in the capable hands of Amy.

"Good morning Miss Rebecca, let's start by getting you waxed."

I undressed and lay naked on Amy's waxing table. Amy was her usual efficient self and the whole of my body, including my eyebrows were waxed within an hour.
Dragonfly Girls don't have eyebrows.
Amy's supple fingers massaged fragrant oils into my skin whilst she took her reward. Her fingers explored the folds of my vagina collecting my juice before licking them clean.

"OK Miss Rebecca, let's get your hair sorted out."

Amy led me to her hairdressing station and caped me. This was the moment I would loose the last of my hair. After this process my whole body would be devoid of hair.
I expected Amy to remove my Louise Brook bob with the hair clippers but she had other ideas. Amy took a water spray bottle from the hair station and drenched my hair. When it was sufficiently wet she took a straight razor and from the crown down towards my forehead she shaved my hair.

The touch of Amy's fingers on my bald scalp sent my senses into overdrive as she striped my hair away. My pussy lips swelled and I felt my femininity flood between my legs. Amy stopped and kissed me on the lips with such passion I thought my heart was going to burst.

"I want you" said Amy. My heart skipped a beat, does Amy have feelings for me or is she just using me.

Amy carried on shaving the rest of my head until every last hair on my body was gone. She wrapped my bald scalp in a warm towel. The feel of the towel was just luxurious, it's warmth sinking deep into my scalp sending me to sleep.

Amy woke me from my dreams. "Wake up sleepy head."

She unwrapped the towel from my head and smothered shaving cream across my scalp. With the usual expertise I came to expect from Amy my head was soon cleared of the shaving foam and whatever hair remained.

I looked at my reflection to see my scalp, it shone like glass. I reached up to feel my hairless dome, the feeling was incredible, it was as if my scalp had a million nerve endings and every touch of my fingers sent electricity coursing through my body. Amy's hand met mine as she massaged my scalp with oil.

Amy took me to the tattoo parlour and inked a beautiful Dragonfly tattoo on my left temple. My nose was pierced and a nose ring was inserted. The tattoo and nose ring were part of the Dragonfly Girl persona.

I visited the dressing room and was fitted for my Dragonfly Girl outfit.
I dressed in a black and red burlesque undercut corset that left my tits on show, a very tiny thong that barely covered my pussy lips, a pair of black fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings and a pair of black patent leather thigh length stiletto boots.


My First Night as a Dragonfly Girl.
Being a Dragonfly Girl was a completely different role to being a Butterfly Girl.
We didn't have masters, we had clients and we catered for all their fetishism needs as their mistress.

Together with my fellow Dragonfly Girls I stood in the dungeon waiting for my client.
When my client entered the room I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing, tottering into the room in 6 inch stilettos heels came Trixie.
Trixie was dressed in a Butterfly Girl uniform complete with dog collar and tag.
I recognised Trixie as being one of my regular masters from the gentleman's room who treated me horrendously. I was going to enjoy this evening and this was payback time.

"Hello my name is Trixie."

"When you address me bitch you will curtsey and address me as Mistress Rebecca. Do you understand?"

Trixie curtsied "Yes Mistress Rebecca."

"Now get on your knees and lick my boots." I said

Trixie knelt in front of me and kissed the sole of my boots. I placed my foot on Trixie's back and dug the tip of my stiletto into his nape making him scream out a cry of pleasure.

With Trixie still under my boot heel I asked "Tell me bitch, why are you here?"

"I have been a naughty girl and I need punishing." came his weak and feeble reply.

I took Trixie by his lead and made him crawl to a red leather chair. I made myself comfortable.

"Now then bitch you need to be punished so take off your panties."

Trixie pulled down his panties revealing his flaccid penis locked in a cock cage. That was the very same cock that he had used on every orifice of my body.

I bent Trixie over my knee and spanked him until his buttocks were red raw.

" Now Trixie stand up and bend over the back of my chair."

Trixie stood and curtsied, "Yes Mistress Rebecca."

Trixie looked a sorry sight with his red raw buttocks and his sissy cock caged.

Choosing the largest strapon I could find I strapped myself in and approached Trixie who was obediently bent over the back of my chair.

I lubed Trixie's cute little hole and slid the tip of my 8 inches in. Trixie cried out in what sounded like pain but I didn't care because he made me suffer as a Butterfly Girl and this was payback.

I thrust deeper and deeper whilst he cried out in pleasure or perhaps it was pain, I couldn't tell and I didn't care. I stopped thrusting.

"No please mistress don't stop." Trixie cried out.

I thrust harder and harder until I felt Trixie's body shudder and he released droplets of sliky cum from his flaccid caged cock.

Trixie looked pathetic.



A new girl arrives.
Life continued as a Dragonfly Girl and I went for my daily headshave with Amy.
Things progressed between us and whenever we had the opportunity we had sex until one day Amy wasn't there.

A week passed and stilI no Amy so I was assigned a new stylist named Carly who was just as proficient as Amy but without the benefits.

One morning whilst Carly was shaving my head Matron walked into the salon closely followed by Amy whole was dressed in a white towelling gown.

"Good morning," Matron greeted us. "All of you will know Amy, she is to join the ranks of the Butterfly Girl's due to the transgressions of her boyfriend. Trudy would you please process her."

Matron left the room.

Amy knew the procedure and walked to the waxing table.

"Remove your gown and lie on the bed." Instructed Trudy.

"Yes Miss Trudy." replied Amy.

Trudy stripped the hair from Amy's body and commenced oiling her skin. Once my head shave was completed I joined Trudy at the waxing table.

"May I assist?" I asked Trudy.

Trudy handed me the oil and returned to her styling station.

I oiled Amy's body with the fragrant oils slowly moving my hands over her soft skin, my hands flowing over the contours of her body, along her thighs until I reached her vagina. My fingers hovered over her lips touching and caressing until I slowly and gently slipped my fingers inside her, Amy sighed a soft contented moan as my fingers slowly teased the folds of her labia.
Amy's eyes met mine. I removed my fingers and touched my mouth licking Amy's scent from them.

Amy sat in the stylists chair and her long blonde hair was efficiently and professionally styled into a Louise Brookes bob with a shaved undercut. Amy's blonde hair was dyed jet black. The transformation was amazing, the change of hair colour gave her a whole new sexy look, I wanted to reach out and touch her.
Amy sat back in the stylists chair for the finishing touches.

I stepped forward and spoke to Trudy.

"Could I make a slight adjustment, it is something Amy did for me and it made a huge difference to the look?"

"Yes please feel free, Amy is just one of the bitches now and her feelings no longer matter." replied Trudy.

I took the scissors from the styling table and stood infront of Amy placing them high on her forehead.

" I'm going to give you a really short fringe." I said with a smirk on my face.

With two snips from the scissors I reduce Amy's fringe so that its blunt edge sat 2 inches above her eyebrows and I was correct, it did make a huge difference to the look. It looked ridiculously short just like she had made my fringe look when she first cut it.
This was just a little warning to Amy to tell her that I was now in charge.

I watched as Amy was taken to the tattoo salon to be tagged and pierced by Trudy.


Visiting Amy 95
I knocked on the door bearing the name plate 'Amy 95' .
Amy opened the door and it was obvious she had been crying, she invited me in and threw her arms around me looking for comfort, starting to cry again.

We sat on the bed and held each other tight until her sobbing stopped.

"If it helps I can tell you that it does get easier as time goes on." I reassured Amy.

"I'm afraid of what is going to happen to me tonight at the club." sobbed Amy.

"Don't think about it, don't see your master as a person because they mean nothing to you. Whilst your on duty at the club just think of me because I will be waiting for you and I will help you through this."

"I'm sorry I was a bitch to you when you first arrived, I only did it because I liked you and it was the only way I could think of to stop getting too close to you.." said Amy.

I took Amy in my arms, we kissed and hugged each other for comfort.

Amy relaxed and all her pent up emotions flooded out, her hands caressed my buttocks drawing my body closer in to her.
My hands reached to her shaved nape running my finger tips across the soft silky skin above her ears.
Amy responded, moving her hands up to my bald head, the delicate touch of her fingertips running across my scalp made my stomach muscles tense and the feeling inside me was indescribable. It was the feeling you get when the person you fall in love with touches you for the first time.
Our hands caressed and explored, reaching deep inside each other. We made love scissoring bringing each other to climax.
This wasn't sex, this was love.

The 4pm bell rang and we both walked hand in hand to the beauty salon to prepare for our nightly duty at the club.

Whilst waiting for my limousine to transport me to the club I caught a glimpse of Amy being inspected by Matron before she left for the club.
Amy looked so cute in her Butterfly Girl uniform.

Our eyes met and we both new then that it was love, true love and not just sex.