The next morning, as the three women were finishing their breakfast, Ilsa announced, "slut, I have a list of errands I want you to run for Me." And handing her the list, She said, "here is some money for you to get what I need. When you're through, why don't you take Bryanne out for a nice lunch?"

"That would be lovely, Mistress, thank You>"

"I'm glad you agree. Why don't you take her to the Ring's Bistro in TriBeCa? They haven't seen you for a while. I'm sure the experience will be memorable for Bryanne as well."

A shudder coarsed through slut when she realized where she would be going and what it meant. "Thank You, Mistress. We'll go as soon as we bathe."

"Don't forget to do your exercises for Elaine first. She'll be stopping by any day now to see how you're doing. you may shower after you're through." And turning to Bryanne, She said, "You may dress as you wish, Bryanne, but slut," She added, turning to face Her slave, "you are to wear your heels and cape only."

"Yes, Mistress," slut replied.

The girls headed straight for the den, where Bryanne sat and watched as slut went through her regimen. Fifteen minutes on the mini-tramp, followed by fifteen on the bongo board, and then thirty minutes practicing her steps and prancing. Bryanne kept silent the whole time, studying everything slut did. When the hour was up, they headed for their baths.

slut grabbed her cape and slung it over her bare shoulders as she and Bryanne descended the staircase. Mistress Ilsa was waiting for them at the base of the stairs in the foyer> "Don't worry about the time getting back, slut. That decision will be made by the Ring members. Have a good day!"

"Thank You Mistress," slut answered, as she and Bryanne walked through the door and into the bright autumn sunlight. They got into Ilsa's Jaguar and drove to their first destination, Diana's Salon in Chelsea, a hole in the wall shop that one would easily miss if you didn't know of it's existence.

"Ah, here they are now," a matronly older woman announced to two beauticians and a client receiving a pedicure. "I've been expecting you! You must be slut," she decreed, looking slut over carefully. "Let me see you!"

Bryanne was shocked at the lack of modesty slut exhibited as she untied her cape and laid it across the back of a chair, standing naked in the shop. But slut was far beyond the modesty stage, and did as she was told, knowing that this woman, somehow, had a connection with her Mistress, and therefore, she had control over her. "Ilsa told me She beat you last night with a cane, is that true?"

"Yes, ma'am, She did."

"Then please turn around for us so we can see Her handiwork.

Slut turned and bent at the waist without being asked, displaying her badly bruised buttocks and legs. Thick purple and blue welts stripped her from the top of her hips to mid-thigh. "Oooh, I'll bet that was a painful session for you! I see She cut you as well."

"Yes, ma'am, She did. Mistress believes that a caning should draw blood>"

"As usual, She is right," Diana remarked. "Now, is this the young Bryanne Ilsa has told me about?"

"Yes, she is, Ma'am," slut answered, but I have no idea what She sent us here for."

"Never you mind about that, slut. I know exactly what She wishes to be done. I spoke with her last evening. Now, come, Bryanne, and take off your clothes. Let me see this tiny little body Ilsa is so excited about!"

"Right here? In front of these people?"

"Yes of course, cunt," came the stinging reply. Diana slapped Bryanne's face as hard as she could, knocking the girl backwards, and toppling her over one of the salon chairs. "What is the matter with you? Have you no training at all?"

Ma'am," slut interceded, "she's just beginning her training, in fact, today is her first day. She has no idea what is expected of her."

"That's all well and good, slut, but it doesn't cut it for me! Strip her immediately!"

"Yes, ma'am," slut answered. she quickly pulled the baggy sweater over Bryanne's head, unhooked the bra, undid the jeans and slid them, with the panties, down her lithe legs. she then knelt and had Bryanne step out of her sneakers, socks, panties and jeans. When she was totally naked, Diana exclaimed, "my, she looks just like a little Lolita! I see just what Ilsa wants to do with her. slut, be a darling and run up to the corner and get me a large decaf, light and sweet. Maybe a scone as well. You may as well get something for yourself too. This will take a good hour to finish."

"Is there somewhere around here you'd suggest?"

"Just over on the west side of Seventh Avenue is a good coffee shop, fresh baked goods too.

"I'll be right back," slut said, as she put her cape back on and headed for the door.

"Now you, you insolent little cunt, get your skinny ass in that chair and put your feet in the stirrups!"

Bryanne climbed into the chair Diana was pointing to and lifted her legs up, spreading them wide in the stirrups, displaying her pouty sex. "Alright now, first things first. Let's take you back a few years, shall we?" And so saying, Diana started to spread a vile smelling cream over the girl's pubic area, generously applying the cream over all the hair. Within a matter of a few minutes, a foul stench saturated the salon, and Bryanne could feel an intense burning sensation where the cream was.

"It's hot, ma'am," she said

"That means it's working, it's doing it's job. Another ten minutes and we can rinse it off. You won't recognize yourself. Diana went to turn on the exhaust fans to try and remove some of the foul odor coming from the cream. She busied herself setting up her hair cutting station while she waited for the time to pass. When the timer went off, she came back over to Bryanne and said, "time to see if one application will suffice, or maybe we'll need a second coat. Come with me."

Bryanne got up and followed the beautician to a broom closet in the back of the salon. "Stand in the sink, Bryanne," Diana ordered. Bryanne stepped into the filthy slop sink, and Diana took a hose and started rinsing off the cream with ice cold water."

"That's cold," Braynne exclaimed!"

"Really? I'm so surprised," Diana mocked. I would have thought you'd be grateful for the welcome relief from the hot cream. I guess there's no making you happy, is there?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Bryanne answered sheepishly.

"Step out here and let's have a look in the light."

Bryanne walked over to a full length mirror, and glancing down, she saw her smooth clean pubic area looking as it did in her days with Ankura. "Once more should clean it up," Diana said. "Ilsa hates residue" So the process was repeated a second time. But this time, the already irritated and unprotected skin burnt even more, and Bryanne moaned softly for the last four minutes of the treatment.

slut returned with the coffee and scones just as Bryanne was looking in the mirror again. "My God," she exclaimed. She looks like she's about thirteen!"

"Yes, doesn't she." Diana agreed. "Time for the hair now. Thanks for the coffee, slut. Would you like a creaming while you wait? It's a lot closer than shaving and lasts longer too. There is a chemical in the cream that retards new hair growth. "Please Diana, that would be wonderful. I have a lunch appointment and I don't want anyone offended."

":Oh yes, that's right. You're off to the Bistro. I should have known by your nose ring. Do you want to apply the cream, or would you rather I did it?"

"Would you please," slut asked. "I want as smooth a job as I can get."

"Not a problem. Hop in the chair and I'll cream you up."

Slut slipped off her cape and got into the chair, while Diana got the cream and applicator. "Let that sit until the timer goes off," Diana said after setting the timer. Then you may go in the back and rinse it off.

"Bryanne, get in my chair here, and let's do your hair. Bryanne set about washing and conditioning Bryanne's hair. Slut rinsed off the cream when the time was up. "Do you think I'll need a second coat, Diana," slut asked as she looked herself over in the mirror?

Diana turned from doing Bryanne's hair and said, " It looks fine to me. If we missed any, I can tweeze them out before you go. Let me finish up here, then I look closer for you."

About twenty minutes later, Diana proclaimed, Done! Go over to the mirror and let's have a look, shall we?"

slut's mouth was agape as Bryanne paraded past her to the mirror. Bryanne stammered out, "Oh my God!" With her hair dolled up in pigtails, and her hairless belly, the effect with her flat chest and skinny legs made her look like she was in elementary school.

"Thanks so much," slut said as she picked up her cape. "What do we owe you?"

"One and a quarter will do, slut. But first, get back up in the chair and let me look for and hair we may have missed." slut did as she was told, as Diana brought a bright light to have a close examination of the area. "I see no hair at all, slut. between your shaving skills and my cream, we got it all. Do you want a jar to take with you?"

"Please,' slut said, taking the money from her envelope and handing it to Diana. "Bryanne," she said, "get your clothes and get dressed. We have a few more errands before lunch.

They left Diana's and drove north to Hell's Kitchen. After finding a parking place, they walked up Ninth Avenue to a clothing shop. The window display was obviously intended for people in the fetish community. There were a pair of mannequins, both dressed in leather teddies, garter belts, and bras. One of them was chained to a pole, and the other was brandishing a studded leather paddle.

A short bald man was seated behind the counter, and he looked up from his newspaper as the bell on the door announced their arrival. He was wearing a black suede vest with no shirt, so his prominent belly distended over his belt. He also wore brown suede chaps, with no pants, and a leather pouch that kept his genitals tightly bound, In a high pitched voice, he sang out, "How may I help you ladies?"

"Mistress Ilsa sent us here to get some clothes for Bryanne," slut returned.

"Oh of course She did," he whispered. "I'm Peter, and I manage the store. She sent me a fax this morning. I'll go in the back and get it. Why don't the two of you browse around the store and see if something catches your fancy. I'll be right back." And saying that, he parted the beads that served as a partition to the back room, and disappeared.

"It won't hurt to look, slut," Bryanne started. "I mean, we're already here. Might be good for a laugh too. Some of this stuff looks pretty weird." Bryanne pulled a pink bustier with black stain trip off a rack to emphasize her point. It was a size 58. "I could put this on my car," she called to slut! "Look at the size of this! I don't want to think about someone wearing it."

"No wait. This is better," slut called out, holding up a chastity belt made entirely out of metal. "Look at it!" she held it up, showing off the two four inch barbed dildos that were built into it, as well as the large hasp with a keylock to render it not removable.

They continued perusing the fetish gear, until they both stopped at a wall displaying a large selection of whips, paddles, and floggers. "Oh my God, slut," Bryanne shrieked, as she took down a flogger with fishooks tied to the ends." Can you see antone actually using this?"

slut shuddered as she answered, "yes."

"What do you mean. Have you seen this before?"

By way of answer, slut pushed her cape up on her shoulder, revealing her scarred breast, and she said, "these scars are from one of those. Mistress Ilsa had her slave whore whip me with it."

"I'm so sorry, slut. I had no idea." And as she was saying that, Peter emerged from the back shaking a piece of paper over his head.

"Yoo hoo," he sang out. "I'm baaaaack!"

slut and Bryanne looked over to where Peter was as he said, "Would you ladies please join me over here? I have Ilsa's shopping list. Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Peter waited as slut and Bryanne made their way through the crowded clothing racks to where he was. "Now, let's see what will work for you, Bry," he said, as he started looking through a rack of white cotton blouses. "Hmmmm, too big I should think," he remarked to no one in particular after pulling out a blouse and putting it back. "Let's try this one," he announced, holding a blouse on the hanger in front of Bryanne. "Gee, still too big. "You're really a petite little thing, aren't you," he asked rhetorically? "Ahh, here we are," he said, pulling yet another blouse off the rack. "Try this one on."

"Where are your dressing rooms," Bryanne inquired?

"You're such a silly," he laughed. We don't have any. Pull off your sweater and try it on."

Bryanne hesitated as she quickly scanned the store for other customers, then she pulled off her sweater. "A brassiere," Peter yelped? "What in God's name are you wearing that for? My titties are bigger than yours! Give that to me," he demanded, extending his hand and waiting for the lacy undergarment.

Bryanne took off her bra and handed it to Peter as he passed her the blouse. It was the type of white cotton blouse that is standard fare for any parochial school uniform. Long sleeves, no designs or patterns, rounded collar, and no darts. What made this one unique was it's lack of buttons to hold it closed. Bryanne realized that with even the slightest movement, the top would billow, allowing any gazing eyes a view of her chest.

"My that looks lovely. Let me find another, and then we'll pick out a skirt." Peter quickly found a second one, and taking Bryanne by the hand, he briskly walked her through the maze of racks to the front of the store, where there were dozens of plaid skirts. ""o any of these look familiar, Bry," he asked?

"Why yes," she replied, holding up a skirt on it's hanger. This is the exact same plaid I used to wear when I was a pre-teen in Holy Mother School!"

"Ooooh, this is sooooo exciting," Peter sand gleefully. "That's just what Ilsa was hoping for. Let me take a peak and see if I can find your size. He dug through the rack and pulled one out saying, I'll bet this is your size. Let's see how it fits."

Once again, Bryanne looked nervously around the store. Scanning for other customers. "Just try it on, Bryanne," slut said impatiently. You're standing in the Goddamn front window anyway!"

Bryanne spun around and saw that she was, in fact, only three feet from the large plate glass window that looked out onto the sidewalk. Quickly, she undid her jeans, kicked off her sneakers and stepped out of the pants.

"Panties too," Peter asked? "What is it with you, girlie? I mean, with a bod like that, you shouldn't even own underwear. Give me those!"

Bryanne handed the panties to Peter, and took the skirt, buttoning it around her hips. It was then that she noticed that while the plaid was the same, the skirt certainly was not. There was no overlap to the material on the wrap around skirt. The two ends barely met, which meant that he thin legs would be exposed well past mid-thigh with every step she took. "This is too small, Peter. I can't even close the skirt."

"Of course not, silly. It's supposed to open whenever you walk or sit. It's designed that way to make you more open and accessable. Now, let me look for a matching jumper, and then we'll find some shoes and socks. What size are you, a six?"

"I'm a five and a half."

" Ooooh, you're sooooo lucky to have small feet. It is going to look so much nicer with this ensemble." He pulled out a box of shoes and a pair of white anklets with pink trim. "Try these on," he asked.

Bryanne sat down and pulled the socks on, then she opened the box and found a pair of patent leather Mary Janes. After putting on the shoes, Peter said, "let's look in the mirror and see how we look."

They walked over to the mirror, and Bryanne was instantly transported back to her elementary school days. "Ilsa will be sooo happy," Peter sang out as he looked Bryanne over. "I'll bet you couldn't get into a PG movie looking like this!"

slut paid Peter for the clothes, as he bagged the jeans, sneakers and sweater. The bra and panties he kept for himself. "One more stop before lunch," slut announced as they left the store. We just need to stop at Mickie's Tack Shoppe in the West Village and pick up a package for Mistress' friend Elaine. Then we can head over to TriBeCa for the restaurant.