Lessons to Look Prettier

“Wakey wakey Holly!" the grating baby-voice broke his deep sleep, making him blink bleary eyes as he took in Bellatrix standing by the door. Except this time she had someone with her.

Seeing that he was awake she gestured towards the younger girl she had brought with her, "this is Diana, she will teach you how to make yourself look prettier. I strongly suggest you pay attention to her lessons because I will not be forgiving of mistakes."

Her arctic voice chased away the last of the fuzz from his sleep addled mind as he quickly answered, "yes Mistress Bellatrix."

She nodded imperiously before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. The other girl didn't waste time teaching, and though he messed up more than he succeeded, the girl just had him repeat it over and over again until he got the basics.

Bellatrix had been pleased with the changes to him, a hint of eye shadow, a bit of lipstick and some mascara was all he really needed to satisfy her, yet he felt even more humiliated wearing it. Looking in the mirror and taking in his clothing, make-up and newly brushed hair even he had trouble believing he was actually a boy. He sighed and adapted, simply because he had no other options.

The following days continued in much a similar pattern, with him taking over as the maid of the manor, quickly learning to serve and obey Bellatrix's every whim. He proved to be a quick study on how to get his make-up right as she would bend him over and spank him before sending him up to redo it every time she was dissatisfied. In fact she had turned much less forgiving after the first day, ready to tan his ass for the smallest transgression.

That in turn had the effect of making him even faster at obeying her, no longer wasting time on matters he couldn't affect. His clothing remained much the same, although she had changed out the socks for thigh high stockings, but Harry knew better than to complain about them.

He was also fairly certain the heels on his shoes were growing every night, slowly adapting him to an ever steeper heel. They were still uncomfortable but being **** to wear them every day had at least made him adept at walking in them. He would develop blisters and sores on his feet, yet the next morning when he woke up they were gone, making him suspect she was slipping some sort of healing potions into the food he ate.

That in turn made him wonder what other potions she was feeding him, but it was not like he could stop eating either. When he first learned of it he had tried to shove his fingers down his throat in the toilet, yet the only thing that achieved was a tickling sensation in his throat. Mistress Bellatrix hadn't been joking, his gag reflex was completely gone.

Harry had even started thinking of her as Mistress Bellatrix, as it reduced the chance of calling her something else, which in turn would lead to a severe spanking. The spankings were still painful, but Harry was mortified to notice that a part of him had started to enjoy them.

On days where he received two spankings or more Mistress Bellatrix said he had been a bad girl, not receiving any evening relief at all. That in turn left him struggling in his bed with his cock constantly hardening and deflating in the constricting cock cage, trying desperately to will himself to sleep.

Harry knew why as well, it was the damned lust potions that had made him permanently horny. He was constantly so **** for release, so badly craving to cum, that his mind was seeking alternate ways to find pleasure with. Seeing as Mistress Bellatrix was the only way he was able to get that sweet release, he was rapidly associating any contact with her as pleasure.

Even the way the light silky clothes hugged his form had started to feel good, even if he knew it shouldn't. It scared him a lot, but struggling against his libido was proving pointless, as soon as he stopped paying attention he found himself daydreaming about her. He even found himself more **** to please her after evenings where she had denied him release, wanting to prove to her that he was a good girl who deserved her release.

He shrugged, not much he could do about it. Sitting down on the bed made him moan softly, feeling the plug shift inside him. Mistress Bellatrix had denied him release the last two evenings, so even the slightest brush against his skin made his cock twitch. He sat stiffly on the bed, straining his ears for any sound outside his door. His heart leapt in his chest when he made out the steady clacking of her high heeled boots, ashamed of how glad he was to hear that sound.

She strode in through his door, not bothering to knock, it was not like he had any privacy to begin with. His mouth dried as he took her in, watching her tall curvy body in front of him. Merlin but he was horny.

"Hello Holly,” smiled, crossing her legs as she took a seat in the chair that obviously reserved for her.

"Hello Mistress,” he answered automatically, trying to keep his eyes away from her plunging neckline and tantalizing cleavage.

"I assume you know why I'm here?” she asked.

He nodded, a blush coloring his smooth face. He tried to sit still but his excitement was showing in the way he wiggled.

"You see, I'm not certain you deserve a reward tonight though, you are still not the good girl I'm expecting you to be."

Harry froze, his eyes widening. He wanted to argue but knew better than to interrupt her. Merlin, he didn't know if he could survive another night in his frustrated state.

"But.." she smiled, watching as Harry eagerly leaned forward, "you might be able to show me that you can be a good girl. Would you like that?"

Harry nodded so quickly he heard a crick in his neck, “yes Mistress!"