Victoria gets a new look

John - he still thought of himself as John - walked into the next room, the door locking behind him with a THUNK.

This room was small, and well lit. Inside it was the familiar, and hated, vanity, a small padded chair at the vanity, and a door opposite the one he entered in.

John sighed. He knew he was going to get a makeover. Again.

“"Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will be seated,” the ever present computer said. “Failure to comply will be punished." John slumped into the chair, not looking forward to this

The mirror, as he expected, changed to a video screen. A perky blonde appeared. John didn’t even get his hopes up that this was a real person. She began speaking, and when her lips didn’t match her... dammit, his... name, he knew he was right.

“Good morning,” a pause, “Victoria! Your fiancé has certain requirements for his gorgeous bride to be. You’re here to learn exactly how he wants you to look. And don’t worry, compliance will be rewarded. He deserves a loving, obedient wife, don’t you think?”

John sat there, motionless, waiting to start. He received a powerful shock through his chastity plate and yelped in pain.

The video woman repeated herself.

“He deserves a loving, obedient wife, don’t you think?”

John realized he was supposed to answer.

“Yes,” he said, glumly.

A stronger shock zapped him. He groaned and fell of the chair, taking several moments to recover.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will be seated. Failure to comply will be punished,” the computer intoned again.

John slowly stood and seated her... himself. The blonde repeated her question.

“He deserves a loving, obedient wife, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” John sighed, defeatedly. “He deserves a loving obedient wife.” He squirmed as the vibrator in his chastity plate sprang to life, making him groan with need.

“And you will become his loving obedient wife, won’t you...” a pause...”Victoria?”

John didn’t want to say it. But he didn’t want another painful shock. The vibrations felt so good, if he could just orgasm...

“I...” He panted with desire... “will become his loving obedient wife.”

The vibrations increased in intensity. Oh, this was ****. He wanted to orgasm, and he was close, so close, then they stopped.

His chest was heaving, his nipples were erect.

The blonde spoke again. “You haven’t earned the right to orgasm yet.... Victoria... but if you are a good girl, you’ll get to soon. You will be a good girl, won’t you?”

“Damn this place. Damn this computer,” John swore under his breath.

“I will be a good.... girl,” he repeated. The vibrations stared again. This carrot and stick training was awful. He worried about how far his conditioning would go.

“Good girl!” The blonde said. “Now let’s start learning about how your fiancé wants you to look.!”

He was instructed on his makeup application, all the while the vibrations kept him on edge. He desperately wanted an orgasm. He was leaking into his panties. A wet spot appeared in his jumpsuit at his crotch. He was having trouble focusing on applying his makeup. And all the while, the blonde, and the computer,kept reinforcing that he will be a good wife, obedient and loving, and attend to his soon to be husband’s desires in any way.

When he was finished with the makeup, the hair dome descended. He felt warm liquids applied, combing, cutting, and drying. After several minutes, all with the intermittent buzzing of his plate, slowly reinforcing that looking like this was pleasant, the dome lifted.

John’s hair was now a deep, warm chestnut. It hung to his shoulders, styled in soft waves, he had side sept bangs that hung sexily behind his ears. His makeup was in soft pinks and pastels. He had drop earrings on, dangling sexily from his earlobes. He looked... like a politician’s wife. Or soon to be one. He shuddered.

The computer broke him out of his “oh so close to orgasm” haze.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will stand at the indicated spot. Failure to comply will be punished.” A spotlight shown on the floor and two glowing footprints appeared.

John hesitated and received a strong shock. He hated this new chastity plate!

The computer said again, “Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will stand at the indicated spot. Failure to comply will be punished.”

John minced slowly over to the indicated spot and placed his feet where they were supposed to be. His plate began vibrating again. He swayed and moaned with pleasure.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will remove her jumpsuit and place it in the bin. Failure to comply will be punished.”

John wriggled out of his jumpsuit, placing it in the chute that had risen from the floor. He stood there in his satin bra, wet panties, and heels. Apparently he was getting a new outfit. He wasn’t sure what to think of that.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will stand as indicated and lift her arms above her head. Failure to comply will be punished.”

Lost in the fog of wanting an orgasm and fear of punishment, John did as told, swaying as he tried not to think about horny he was.

A tube-like device descended to just above John’s head. A corset dropped out of it, falling into place around John. Arms rapidly positioned it and laced it before John had much time to react. It was quickly fastened securely around his waist, nipping it in and giving him a pronounced hourglass figure. All the while the plate buzzed, keeping him ****, on edge, and associating the crushing tightness with the need for sex. It pushed John’s meager chest up, giving him noticeable cleavage. He let out a soft, breathy moan, being **** to take shallow breaths due to the constriction of the corset

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will replace her clothing with that provided. Failure to comply will be punished.”

A shelf slid out of the wall, along with a long padded bench. The shelf had folded clothing on it. Footprints lit up on the floor in front of the bench.

Josh took the clothing, lightheaded from the teasing of the vibrator and the tightness of the corset, and sat, putting his feet where indicated. His feet were clamped, and his heels were removed. He was then released and he started to go through his new outfit.

A white satin push-up bra and matching g-string. He was rubbing his thighs together, grinding on the bench, trying to orgasm, as he removed his current bra and panties and put the new ones on. He deposited his old clothing into a chute that had risen from the floor.

There was a crisp, white, very fitted, three quarter sleeve blouse with flared cuffs that he would not have been able to fit into without the corset. The buttons did not come up very far, and his enhanced cleavage was heaving on display as the plate kept him oh so close to orgasm.

Nude stockings came next. Bending over to get them on was difficult with the tight corset. John was shocked several times for trying, and then stopping, to put them on. He managed to get them rolled up his legs and attached to the garters dangling from the foundation garment he was now stuck in. The stockings were sensual and really helped reinforce the vibrations from his plate. He was panting with need, **** to cum.

A tight black pencil skirt was next. He was instructed to tuck the blouse into the skirt by the computer, and John eagerly did. A narrow silver belt displaying his nipped in waist and matching his engagement ring and earrings was added.

He sat on the bench when the computer told him and new shoes were applied. Louboutins. Black stilettos. The red sole peeked out from under them. All the while he groaned with need.

A mirror descended, giving John a good look at himself. He was striking. His heaving chest showed nicely through the fitted, low buttoned blouse. His legs were long and lean. His pert ass was on display in the tight pencil skirt. The vibrator went into overdrive and John couldn’t help himself. He stumbled, falling against the wall, holding himself up with a daintily manicured hand.

He came. Hard. The g-string provided little in the way of catching any fluid. The restrictive corset made catching his breath difficult. Semen oozed slowly down his thigh and onto his stocking.

He stood there, panting, trying to recover and think his way out of the sex fueled fog he was in. He was hot. He wanted to fuck himself. He was so horny.

Another shelf appeared. This one with wipes and an identical set of stockings, g-string, and skirt. The computer had him change, and again, as he put on the clothing, his plate buzzed gently, reinforcing that dressing like this was erotic.

Once cleaned up, John knew he was in trouble. This conditioning would take hold in short order. He needed to do anything to get out of this place. He didn’t want to be a loving, obedient wife!

The rear door of the room unlocked and opened.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 will report to the cafeteria for lunch. Failure to comply will be punished.”

John walked towards the door. The tight skirt and high heels **** John to take small steps, his ass swaying seductively with each.

He was in deep, deep trouble here.