With slutty makeup and a choker in place she strips imagining Jenni fucking her

Like an obedient puppy Marissa trotted over to the makeup table. Her legs were a little clumsy and slow in the platform shoes, but she made it without making a fool of herself and leaned eagerly towards Jenni.

"Close your eyes, Izzy" Jenni ordered, and Marissa did, after a slight hesitation. It would take some getting used to be called Izzy, but it would be worth it. She inhaled strongly, pulling the scent of the larger women deep into her lungs, imagining it swirling into her heart as well.

"Izzy, cut it out," Jenni snapped, and Marissa realized she'd been smiling a little. Wiping the pleasure from her face she waited while Jenni applied the makeup. It was all too quick and efficient for her liking, for soon Jenni was saying, "Done. Wait." A second later she felt something going around her throat. A necklace? A token of affection?

A pressure around her neck was followed by a clicking sound that made the pressure just a little tighter. She felt like she couldn't breath properly, and in spite of orders she snapped her hands open and her hands flew to her slender neck.

"What?" she gasped, clawing at a band or a collar that was around her neck, **** her.

Jenni pointed behind Marissa and she whirled to stare at the mirror. Thoughts of her neck were momentarily sidetracked by her slutty makeup, heavily applied with little style or apparent skill. She looked like some slutty girl's idea of 'sexy'. Like a whore.

With hurt eyes she looked up at the woman who'd done her make-up, who she though would be making Marissa beautiful. The woman just shrugged. "It goes with the costume."

Marissa wanted to say something about that, to protest, but then she saw why she couldn't breath. "A collar?" she squeaked, fingering the pink band around her neck, searching for the way to get it off. It was bad enough that it was pink, but it was also a little too tight, pressing on her throat and stealing some precious air.

"It goes with the costume," Jenni said again, and turned away. "Get over here, Izzy."

Marissa stared at herself again, hardly recognizing herself, and the reluctantly she slipped off the chair and went to where Jenni pointed.

"Good girl, Izzy. Now we're going to make you strip off your clothes like the camera's a guy with a giant cock you want stuffing your cunt and ass."

Marissa stared at Jenni confused. How could she pretend that? Who'd want that sort of sick thing anyway? She shivered, and instead pictured Jenni in her mind. Jenni getting naked, Jenni fingering her, Jenni kissing her and asking her to lie down so she could lick at Izzy's **** cunt....

"Good girl, Izzy. Now try the dildo."

Marissa stared at the giant thing Jenni threw her; it was big as her forearm, maybe even thicker. Then she stared down at herself. She didn't remember getting naked, or whatever she'd done to bruise her little breasts. She didn't even remember lying down and spreading her legs wide.