Aftercare

Erik slowly started to come back to consciousness, feeling sore and crusty. With his eyes still closed he inhaled with his nose which let him catch a whole whiff of what he smelled like. It was a combination of sweat, cum and all sorts of lewd body fluids. As he attempted to reach back and assess the damage to his asshole he felt pain all over his body. He winced and hissed. He opened his eyes but quickly closed them once the bright light blinded him. Yet in that brief moment he noticed that he certainly wasn't in a comfortable place or position as he lay on the floor in the middle of the room in which he had been dolled up in. All of his tiny muscles felt stiff and were hard to move, his stinging hole was obviously leaking something aswell. He assumed that it was cum, which it was of course. He tried to look around once again but this time he used his hand to protect his sensetive eyes. He only reaffirmed what he already knew however, but he needed to get his bearings.

He moved gently as to not hurt himself any further. As he pulled himself up his foot slipped in the puddle of bodily juices which he had left on the floor, which **** him back down. After his second attempt he finally got up on his two feet, shaking as he did so. His first instinct was to call for help, knowing that he could do nothing else in the state that he was in.

"H-hello?" His voice was weak. He clutched his naked form, covering his exposed chest and dangling clitty. He caught a glimpse of himself as he turned around to look for anyone. He was completely ruined. Only one of his ponytails had remained as it was before, the other had been straightened out and ruffled into a mess. His mascara had run down his cheeks along with the tears of joy and pain. The lipstick was smeared all over his mouth and chin. Looking lower he noticed red hand marks on various places on his body such as his ass, 'tits' and neck. He knew that his mistress had done this to him, but it didn't make him mad or scared. The only thing that scared him was that he was alone. No, he smiled with accomplishment. The things that he did remember from the night before were only good things, no doubt some of that was due to the spray. He didn't care though, Clara had finally used him the way SHE wanted.

Once again he tried to get someones attention, hoping that he wasn't completely alone. "Hello? C-Clara are you there?" Suddenly he heard clacking from high heels coming towards him. It came from the hall leading into the room. Quickly he made his way to the door and waited patiently. When it opened in came Tingle instead of Clara. She was in her usual state however now she wore nine inch pink high heels. "Good morning Princess, you look like you enjoyed yourself last night." She winked as she walked past him. Once again she knocked on the door and called out the other fuck-puppies. They flooded the room and prepared for some aftercare.

Once they had all gathered their tools, they went to work straight away. All the sweat and cum was scooped off his body, and the ground only to be saved in bottles. For what reason Erik did not know. They scrubbed him clean, smeared him in lotion and dried his hair only to refashion it into a new style. Make-up was applied but this time he wasn't made to look like a whore, but instead he actually looked like a cute girl. By now he had gotten used to looking the way he did, even though it was slightly embarrassing. While he was being glammed up, Erik decided to strike a conversation with Tingle.

"So, Tingle? Um... how's the woman you work for? Is she uh, is she nice?" The awkwardness was obvious, but Tingle had apparently been reeducated to not care for such nonsense. She had no dignity, no pride or felt not embarrasment. As she lathered Eriks battered hole with lotion she responded, "Master Rose is the greatest Master I could ever dream of. She feeds me cummies, gives me lots of pretty tattoos and lets me be in her photoshoots. I love her." Her eagerness was clear and her tone as high as ever. Even as her fingers were digging inside his ass, there was no shame or discomfort in her voice. Her confidence, or ignorance, was quite refreshing to Erik. It was soemthing he began thinking about intensly. 'Why should anyone be ashamed? This is what we're for, right?'

"What about your Master, Princess? From what I saw yesterday she seems to like you alot!" She giggled and pinched Eriks buttcheek playfully with her free hand. "M-Master? Oh, you mean Clara. She's great! She changed my life completely. I love her, I'd do anything for her." He sounded genuine, his devotion to his 'Master' couldn't be questioned. Tingle giggled and continued to aid her sisters in cleaning up Erik as best as they could.

Soon enough he looked as good as new. The mirror he had infront of him displayed his new look beautifully with lights and all. His blond hair was braided behind his back, girly make-up had been applied to bring out all his girlish features. A pink choker comfortably hugged his thin neck which was perfectly framed by his milk pink low cut v-neck t-shirt with ruffles on the shoulders which hugged his lithe torso like a glove. He had also been fitted with tight white jeans and a sparkly pink belt. Underneath was a pair of lacy pink panties. He was astonished at how utterly girly he looked. Despite the fact that he had been wearing clothing in this style for the duration of his time with Clara, he seemed to baffle himself every time he looked in the mirror.

"All done, a car will be waiting for you in the driveway in the back. Chop chop!" Once again Tingle spanked Eriks tight ass. He squeeled and jumped before he promtly navigated the winding halls and rooms of the studio.