Erin is cleaned, shaved bald and made to look unrecognizable (switch to Donna POV)

Your Master, in his wisdom decides to leave Erin in your hands. What a show of trust and accomplishment. Your Master's approval always makes your clit itch with pleasure. And this is no different. He smiles, he tells you that he has no doubt you'll do a good job and he's out the door.

And now it's just you and Erin... Master's girlfriend. How long have you wondered who had the honor actually living with him day in and day out. And now you find it's this vanilla bitch?

But that's all going to change. You're not going to replace her at your Master's side, after all, you know where your place is. But you're going to make sure she's worthy of being at his side.

Sure everything you've done so far, all the cum you've **** down her throat, all the humiliation you've made her suffer, has been a good start. But she's just been a girl pretending to be a slut.

Now it really starts.

And there's no reason why you shouldn't be kind to her. After all you don't need to dominate her by fear anymore. You're going to dominate her because her only purpose in life is to be dominated. Or at least, you'll teach her as much.

"C'mon dear, let's go upstairs." You say. And she obeys, still uncertain as to what will happen, but in no position to refuse.

You take her into the bathroom and into the shower. You turn on the warm water. She takes a nice deep breath. It's got to feel so good on her bruised body after what she's been through. You rub your hand over her soft flesh, helping clear the cum off her, helping to wash it down the drain.

Eventually your hand makes its way to her sweet pussy, and you begin to rub at her clit. Gently at first, but with building intensity.

She moans.

Every step of this process is going to make her cum. She'll never understand how lucky she is to be a true fuck pig, unless she's in a constant state of climax. And you'll make sure of that.

She certainly is a pretty girl, you think, as your rub her clit with one hand and caress her body with the other. You'll give her that. But you're not jealous. In fact, this wouldn't be nearly as much fun if she wasn't so naturally beautiful.

You feel her pretty body begin to melt in your hand. She's a quick cummer. Surely that must be one of the reasons that Master has chosen her as his girlfriend.

"Oh god... oh god..." she starts to say with her pretty voice as her pretty knees begin to shake. You grab a handful of her long brown hair to keep her from falling over right there in the shower.

Even her hair is pretty. Of course, it'll have to go.

After the shower, you dry her off. She makes no attempt to do anything for herself unless ordered. So far a good girl. Then you grab a pair of scissors and start to cut. You position her staring at herself in the mirror as you cut off an inch. Then more. Then more. And finally there's hardly any left atop her head. She just stares at herself in the mirror.

But you're not nearly done. You grab some shaving cream and a razor, lather up her head and take off the rest of it, right down to the skin.

You step back and give her a good look.

Damn, she's one of those girls that even looks good bald. Her breasts heave as she looks at her new self in the mirror.

You smile at her "You will only have hair if you're allowed to have hair. Understand?"

She nods.

"You will only wear clothes if you're allowed to wear clothes. Understand?"

She nods again.

You laugh. "I'm just kidding. No one is ever going to allow you to wear clothes." She doesn't flinch. So you go on. "You will only answer to the names 'Slut' and 'Fuck Pig.' Do you understand?"

She doesn't react. What a good girl she is.

"Do you understand, Fuck Pig?" You ask.

"Yes" She whispers.

Then it's time to get some makeup. Some black lipstick on her lips, and some thick black mascara around her eyes. Both will smear and run nicely.

She almost looks like a different person in the mirror now. But, of course, this is just beginning. "Well, I think you're ready for the next step... don't you Slut?"

She doesn't know how to answer. She wants to say yes, but she thinks it might be no. She won't admit that she's ready until she's told as much. Her mind is coming along nicely, you think.

"Do you want to know what the next step is?" You ask. She nods.