Hanna's new hair

Hanna couldn't believe it. She absolutely hated her new hair. It made her look like...like...

Like Dumb Slut.

It was humiliating. She was a powerful partner at a major firm and now she just looked like a bimbo. It was...perfect. The fact that she had no choice made it even better.

"You look great," The hairstylist said, "Whenever you're ready I'll be at the desk."

Hanna frowned. She didn't control her money anymore, but she knew that Master would pay for this. He had to, it was within the scope of their deal. But still...

She took out the rulebook

Envy Hairstyles

Old Rule: When female customers are unable or refuse to pay the hairstylist is allowed to cut their clothes and assign a humiliating job to them. The customer must allow it to happen and complete the task assigned.

Hanna got up and walked over, "Excuse me, I forgot my wallet. I can't pay."

"You can't?" The stylist looked surprised, "But..."

"I can't. Really." Hanna said.

"Well...you leave me no choice. Stand still." She walked back to her station and grabbed scissors, then went back to Hanna and started cutting. She worked quickly, one long cut down her skirt and it fell off and then straight along the top of her shirt on either side of her neck until it fell to the ground.

Hanna waited, but the stylist chose to leave her with her underwear. She disappeared into the back and returned with a bucket and sponge, "Clean the floors. On your knees."

"Yes ma'am!" Hanna agreed. She got to her knees and started to scrub. It was deliciously humiliating. She was a powerful woman during the week, but now she was scrubbing floors in her underwear on the weekend. She hated it.

It took her more than an hour to finish cleaning the floor, but eventually it was done. Her clothes were ruined, so she had to go outside in her underwear. Even as adventurous as she was, she couldn't just walk around in her bra and thong all day. There was a clothing store nearby and she ducked into it.

"Hi I need-"

"Clothes. Yes. Obviously," The salesman said, "Carrie! There's a bimbo here. It's your turn!"

"Ugh! Fine!" A woman's voice came from the back. A second later a woman walked out and came over to Hanna, they kissed on the lips and then the woman said, "Come with me."

She led Hanna to a section at the back as was shocked to see they'd actually put up a sign that said 'Bimbo Section'. Carrie rifled through some racks and finally put out a dress, "This will do. Take off your bra and panties."

"ok I'll-"

"No. You won't use the change room. Here or get out." Carrie said forcefully.

Hanna nodded and obediently stripped nude. Carrie handed her the address and Hanna slid into it. It was actually quite nice, if a little risqué. It was cut very low and had a slit that went up above her waist.

Carrie looked her up and down, "Ok. You'll take it. I assume you didn't bring your wallet?"

Hanna blushed, "No, I didn't."

"Figures. We'll keep your bra and panties. That's a given. Let's see..." Carrie tapped her foot. Then suddenly reached out and grabbed Hanna's hand, reading the tattoo there, "Cumslut? Fine. I guess if you're asking for it. Follow me."

Hanna followed her to the back room where she knocked on the manager's door, then opened it. There was a man typing away on a computer and he glanced over as they entered, "Another one?" He said glumly.

"Yep. No wallet. I gave her the dress she's wearing." Carrie said.

"Under the desk. Suck until I tell you to stop." The man said. He never even looked at Hanna. Not at her face anyway. Hanna obedient crawled under the desk and started to take out his cock. As she started to blow him he seemed entirely unmoved, bored even. She did her best to try and make him cum but it was like he didn't even care. After a while he laughed, "You're trying to hard slut. Why don't you take a break and finger yourself. Are you one of those weird women who can cum that way? Just in case, don't cum."

Hanna had to obey, it was a rule after all. She wasn't wearing panties so it was easy to get started. She actually didn't know if she'd put herself into that 20% of women or not, but she had no opportunity to find out. She could only cum with a penis, and only with permission. That didn't mean this didn't feel good, didn't mean it wasn't incredibly frustrating. But there was nothing she could do, she had to follow the rules.