Punishment? For whom though?

As her son disappeared into the depths of the salon Deedee turned to Ashley and finally found her voice. “Miss Ashley, I am so sorry. Please forgive me for that?” The tone in Deedee’s voice had shifted from the sterner words she used with her son to be more submissive and cowed. “I am still getting used to dealing with having him around and it just slipped out.”

Ashley’s hand slipped up and cradled the cheek of the girl she had helped feminize in front of her. “I know Deedee. I’m sure you are still finding yourself in all of this. And I do forgive you. Yet, Miss Jameson was clear. I am to give you grace when it comes to these moments. Now, that does not mean a lack of punishment. Just a lessening in severity.” The soft words were comforting to Deedee. If Miss Jameson hadn’t involved herself she had no doubt that Ashley would have her in the back and be taking it out on her ass, one way or another. While Deedee no longer had to worry about serving Chloe outside of work, it was clear that the relationship between Deedee and all the other dominants in her life had not changed. Ashley strode over to her work station and opened a drawer. Deedee knew exactly what was in that drawer and licked her lips in anticipation. She had always loved coming here. There was something about being dominated by the tall willowy ice queen that did something for her deep down.

Ashley’s hand slipped out of the drawer and pulled a decently sized plug out of it. The sight of it made Deedee lick her pink painted lips as she slowly moved up to the tall goth woman. Each step was the perfect display of a woman prowling on high heels. The sway of her hips and the slow sensual movements drew attention to every part of the cougar body that Deedee possessed. “May I lube it up first, Miss Ashley?”

“You may.” As Deedee’s lips wrapped around the egg-shaped plug, with its black jeweled end sitting just past her lips, she locked her eyes on Ashley’s and moaned into the object in her mouth. “You can wear that for the rest of the day. I know for a slut like you it won’t be much of a punishment, but I imagine with that tiny cage in his panties, it isn’t like Trent is going to be able to help you get any satisfaction.”

Still sucking on the anal toy, Deedee shook her head in the negative as she agreed with Ashley. After covering the toy in her spit, she slowly withdrew, letting her tongue loll out and drag along it as she stared up at the woman in front of her. “Miss Ashley, would you prefer to have me insert it or would you be so kind as to do it?”

Stepping back from the blonde girl, Ashley placed the saliva coated object into Deedee’s hands. “You can do it.” Hearing that, Deedee turned and began to work her way towards the bathrooms in the back of the salon. “Where do you think you are going?” The words froze Deedee in her tracks. “Do it here, now.” Sitting down in one of her own styling chairs, Ashley crossed her legs and stared up Deedee. The look on Ashley’s face spoke volumes as Deedee nodded.

Setting her purse down in the nearest chair, Deedee reached down and began to unbutton the incredibly tight jeans. Cursing to herself in her mind that she had not worn something easier to get in and out of, Deedee struggled with the garment. “Just think, right now Sara is back there rubbing down your son so she can get him to fall asleep. The combination of the **** you fed him, the shot and massage that Sara will give him will put him to sleep for hours. Then, we are going to turn him into your perfect little trad wife. Waxing every part of him below his neck, gluing on the breast forms, fake nails, eyelash extensions, lip plumpers.” Ashley’s voice began to grow thick with lust as she spoke. “Aren’t you just the mommy of the year? Making your son into your perfect little trophy wife.” The deep throated laughter fell out of her black lips as she continued on. “And I can see, you are enjoying this as much as I do.”

It was true, by the time that Deedee had finally managed to pull her pants down far enough, the gusset of her tiny thong panties was no longer enough to keep her dick from hardening and slipping out. It was made even worse as the hard metal plug that was lubed up with her own spit began to tease open her hole. The moan that slipped out of Deedee’s lips was louder than she expected it to be as it coincided with Ashley calling Trent her trophy wife. “Oh yes, fuck.” A deep breath and a push was all it took to firmly seat the plug into her correctly. Standing back up straight, Deedee looked down and realized there was no way she was going to be able to hide her bulge now. Her fearful eyes looked over to Ashley as she pleaded with her silently.

“What do you want me to do about it? This isn’t a reward Deedee. This is a punishment. Maybe after he is all done getting pretty we can get someone to do something about that? Now, cover up and come sit down.” Standing up out of her chair, Ashley patted the seat and smiled evilly.

Deedee struggled to pull her pants up over her prodigious ass. The hard 7 inch cock that jutted from her groin only made it more difficult. Finally able to shove the hard offending tool down the leg of her pants, she buttoned them back up and walked over to the chair. Sitting down gently so as not to make the plug an even bigger issue, she went to cross her legs like normal and winced as she realized that might not be an option for a bit. The process had given Ashley time to gather up the little blue pill off her work stand. Sticking it onto her tongue, she leaned down and kissed Deedee deeply. Deedee’s ingrained training **** her to open her mouth to the tall goth woman’s invading tongue as she deposited the viagra pill there. Pulling back from the kiss Ashley stood up and grinned, her eyes lighting up with glee. “Now we won’t have to worry about that going away before your new wifey will be ready for you.”

Swallowing the pill without water, Deedee’s gaze drifted off of the slightly sadistic and most certainly sexy woman in front of her and looked back towards the doorway that Sara had led Trent through. “I can’t wait.”