No but it gets worse....

Vanessa managed to untie herself and get to the shower just a moment before her mother and sister returned from the movie. As she cooled down in the cold shower she was standing in she began to feel a deep shame come over her as she recounted the events of the evening. Vanessa got out of the shower and dried herself off swearing she would never debase herself like that again, she put on cotton pajamas and went straight to bed...

When Vanessa awoke there was an email waiting for her from a strange address with several photo attachments that read:

My darling secret whore,

Enclosed you will find some souvenirs of our slutty time together last night; enjoy them and let them remind you what a total whore you really are; Im sure your conservative minister father would love to see what his little girl is up to while your mom works an extra job to pay tuition... follow my instructions and meet me at the following address tomorrow afternoon and none of that needs to happen.

Do not be late or I'll start emailing links to everyone you know...

Manic depression gripped her heart pulling with a heavy weight. What was she going to do she desperately thought to herself? There was no nope. Her parents thought of her as a perfect angel. If they saw those photos it would break them and her. The police she had already decided were not an option. The only thing she could do was go along with the cruel Mr Taylor and save her future.

After her last class and gymnastics practice she went to the mall. Vanessa had convinced her father that she needed new clothes, and she had borrowed his credit card to handle the task after much pleading. Considering all she had to buy she could already see his face when the bill came.

As part of her instructions he had said that she was only allowed to wear thongs, g-strings and lingerie under her clothes.. . From now on she could never wear pants or anything conservative or preppy when she came to see him. She had to be wearing something "slutty" and whorish as he called it, when he answered the door he wanted to see short skirts, mini dresses, and skimpy whore shorts that had to be form fitting and couldn't come down any further than her ass, were what she had been ordered to buy.

Telling her that wasn't all, he had also outlined more, telling her that she should wear bright red lipstick and get her ears pierced twice more. She was to always wear heavy makeup, unless he wanted an innocent look as he put it, which he would tell her ahead of time about. High heels or platform sandals were also a requirement now.

Her mother would freak when she saw the new piercings but she might be able to hide them with her hair. Vanessa spent all afternoon at the mall getting her ears pierced and buying clothes. When she came out of the shoe section of the department store and saw the time she knew she was about to be late and wouldn't have time to go home

She went into the restroom and changed into small shiny silver thong and into a matching ultra tight shiny sleeveless dress that came three inches down from her ass, that she had bought at some rave place. She was scared but secretly loved the idea of being **** to dress up like a whore and go meet a strange man who wants to use her tight little body. Vanessa then applied the new red lipstick and makeup she had bought completing her "hooker look" Before when in public she had never worn much makeup, preferring the natural look, but she slathered it on now, and then looked in the mirror.

Her bright red lips instantly stood out, as did the dark mascara around her eyes. The dress was skin tight and her tits were displayed prominently. Feeling nervous and already ashamed of herself because she looked like a teenage call girl she left to go to his house.

She felt like a total slut....