3 comments/ 16923 views/ 0 favorites On Display: A Mannequin Fetish Ch. 02 By: Chameleongirl Michelle was a model employee at Vivienne's Boutique and had worked her way up to assistant manager. She enjoyed the store discounts, especially the new lines of clothing and arrivals for each season. It was easier to stay in fashion, and she didn't have to spend as much of the money given to her by her parents, who strictly forbade her to work during her studies, which she hid successfully. It had been just over one year since she began, and working her way up had given Michelle a new level of confidence. She also regularly visited the gym to exercise and took up yoga classes to accentuate her already firm, curvy body, keeping herself in immaculate shape and eating a healthy, balanced diet. Her grades were above average as usual. Life was going very well for Michelle indeed. At the beginning of her job at the boutique, Nathan became an intense fixture in Michelle's sex life, though in recent months, his visits dropped in frequency. In fact, he rarely dropped by at all and stopped altogether it seemed. While Michelle often found his dominance intense and severe at times, she longed for his return. Another month went by and no sign of Nathan. Michelle's hair had grown from the well manicured short, inverted bob to a more conservative shoulder length style. She grew impatient of his return and decided to change her style into a more longer layered look with a trip to a new salon in the mall. The stylist was kind and suggested some low lights of chestnut against her golden locks. Michelle gladly accepted the change. It was time to move on, she thought. With an increase in sales as a result of successful promotions and a great selection of fashion, Michelle was instructed to hire someone to help with the displays. After reviewing a pile of resumes, she short listed the best qualified candidates, narrowing it down to two people: her roommate Andy and a first year student, Lacey. It was a difficult decision to make. She thought about offering the job to Andy, as she knew him well and trusted his sense of style. Lacey, however, was a great option too, as she was a student of fashion. Michelle had an idea: she would hire Lacey part time on weekends, and give the hours during the week to Andy. This seemed like the best solution, and it worked out well. Within two months, the three employees were a fantastic team, communicating their ideas, keeping things innovative and bringing in lots of revenue. Sometimes they worked all together, collaborating their talents into great marketing ideas. Vivienne's Boutique was quickly becoming the hottest place to shop in the mall. During the week, Mondays and Tuesdays were usually slower as a rule, allowing the staff to socialize and rearrange the displays if need be. Lacey was in the store with Michelle at the time. She was petite with long wavy black hair to her waist, always walking cheerfully with a skip and smiling constantly. Her eyes were chestnut and she had a nice even bronze tan. Lacey's flare for fashion impressed Michelle so much that she left a lot of the decisions up to her and Andy, freeing her time to supervise the sales staff during the store's busier hours. One day Andy and Lacey were discussing the appearance of the mannequins. As useful as they were in displaying all of the newest trends, their short bob hairstyles had become "old news", as Andy put it... "You know..," he began. "We should think about changing their hairstyles, it really doesn't suit them anymore. What do you think?" "Great idea," Michelle replied quickly. "Now that you mention it, they are tiring to look at. Maybe they could use new wigs...or a different hat." "I saw some very nice wigs on sale at a nearby shop," Lacey offered. "I could pick up a couple of them if you'd like to try something different...maybe a curly wig or a longer hair wig?" Michelle and Andy both nodded in agreement. That afternoon, new wigs were purchased. The mannequins now sported a new look: one with should length blond curls, the second one with jet black long hair with blunt bangs, and the third wore a shaggy chin length bob. They were also fitted with new spring fashions to complete their look: lilac, white and mint green sleeveless dresses that flared out at their knees, and wedge heels to match each colour. It was a productive day in the store. When it was time to close up, Andy made a suggestion. "Hey, how about the three of us grab some drinks on the way home?" he asked. "I want to try something new with my hair. I bought some pomade." "Oh wow, that would be fun," said Michelle, thinking of how she hadn't played with her hair on her own, or under Nathan's instructions for some time. She then continued with another suggestion: "I'd like to try some of it too, what is it, exactly?" "It's like a grease, but it's the vegetarian kind, without the animal fats they used in making it years ago," Andy explained, while running his fingers through thick dark brown hair. "I was thinking...of sporting a pompadour, what do you think?" He smiled shyly. "A nice vintage look!" exclaimed Lacey enthusiastically. "I love it! Hey, let's close up and do it right here in the store. Do you have it with you? We'll bring the drinks back here, it will be fun." "I don't know about that...," began Michelle, concerned about how they might get caught. "Aw come on Michelle, once they turn off the main areas of the mall, no one even cares if we're here, plus you're in charge until Cecilia returns from her vacation next month, remember?" Andy had a good point. They could drink some wine in the back of the store, apply their hair products and even try on some clothes if they wanted to...and no one would know. "Oh alright, but we have to be quiet, or I'm going to get in deep shit," Michelle said, rolling her eyes. They all laughed. It was going to be a fun evening. The wine store was open for ten more minutes, so Michelle decided to grab a bottle of red. Andy dashed out to his car in the parking garage to retrieve the pomade he had purchased. Lacey closed up the store. The three friends returned to the back of the store to pour the drinks and open up the can of pomade. "It's going to make your hair shiny, you know," giggled Lacey. "Can I apply it for you?" Andy felt nervous about having Lacey touch his hair, along with a tingling sensation. This was going to be more fun than he thought. "Um...ok sure Lacey," he replied. "Would you like me to sit down?" Michelle grabbed a chair from behind the service counter and positioned it in front of Lacey's eager hands, now covered in pomade. She was grinning ear to ear with excitement. As Andy sat down slowly, Michelle could see a protrusion in his trousers, which grew and pulsated more as Lacey began to carefully, deliberately stroke and smooth her hands over his longer hair on top, tousling it, coating it, and massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes and let out a moan... Michelle's eyes quickly darted from her two employees to the front window of the store, where a shadowy figure appeared. Since it was closing time, she expected that security might be checking in to make sure everything was ok, so she quickly smiled and waved a sign of approval, expecting them to leave. The figure now moved over to stand in front of the mannequins and pasted both palms flat against the glass. Heavy breathing from this mysterious person fogged the glass so much that it annoyed Michelle, having just had the windows of the store professionally cleaned the day before. "Hey!" she yelled, promptly making her way to the front of the store. As she approached the front door, she stopped abruptly when she saw who it was. It was Nathan. Michelle was initially hesitant to open the entrance, though her curiosity was so strong that she couldn't resist. Andy and Lacey were quickly getting acquainted in a new and enjoyable manner, that they didn't pay attention to Michelle's absence from the back room area. Unlocking the door, Michelle saw her hands shaking and felt a tension surface that was all too familiar with the return of her estranged lover. Upon opening the door, she fixed his stare with hers, noticing that he hadn't changed his appearance, looking as handsome and as confident as she remembered. "May I come in?" he asked in a gentle tone, approaching her as to motion that she move aside to make room for his entrance. "Thank you," he added. "Wh-where have you been?" Michelle stammered, shocked by her own shaky questioning of him. With his back now turned to her, he began to speak, as if he did not want to look at her while he explained himself. "I had some family matters to attend to, which took me away for some time. It was not my intention to leave, and I wasn't sure when or if I was returning. The situation has been taken care of, so here I am." It was not a satisfactory reason, in Michelle's opinion, though she did not protest. He did not continue with the explanation, and instead slowly turned to face Michelle. "You've done well here, haven't you?" he said smiling. "A promotion. New employees to work and serve you as needed. Very nice." She was growing uneasy and yet feeling strangely aroused at the same time. "I've been back in town for a week now, and have observed the three of you from afar...it seems things have really changed, haven't they?" He then turned to nod towards the three mannequins, now dimly lit by the security lights in the mall. Nathan followed the light coming from the back room of the store to where Andy and Lacey were now kissing and smearing each other in pomade. Lacey had taken off her lavender blouse and was in the process of unclasping her bra from behind, straddling a naked Andy, whose big, strong hands were buried deep in the thick dark waves of her hair. The two of them were heavily in the throes of passion and not too concerned with being interrupted either... Nathan smiled at them. It aroused him to see such an exhibition and he was ready to indulge his desires right then. He grabbed Michelle at that moment, staring at her and pasting a sly smile across his face. "It's time we got back into the routine again," he began. She flinched back as a reflex, but he held on firm to her arms at their sides. "You have really changed your look, now, haven't you?" "Y-yes I have..." she began to explain. "You were gone for some time, so I de-" A strong finger was pressed against her lips to quiet her instantly. Andy and Lacey quickly glanced over to smile, then made their way into one of the change rooms, leaving all of their clothes behind... "This hair..." he began. "It's not the way I like it anymore." A frown replaced his smile. This wasn't what Michelle was hoping for. He continued: "We made you like one of the mannequins, remember that? With that cute bobbed hair cut...but look at what you've done!" His voice grew loud, and this made Michelle stiffen in his grip, and he wasn't letting her go... "I can explain..." "No need to," he stated firmly. "I understand. We've been apart for a while. The mannequins became boring, so they were updated....and so were you." Then he spoke of what she was both anticipating and dreading at the same time: "It's time to change you back to the way I want you." As if to punctuate the last sentence, Nathan pulled off her top, a thin, white cotton knit shirt, lifting it right over her head and onto the floor. He then produced a pair of scissors from what appeared to be a small black suitcase with a side opening. Gasping at the sight of them, Michelle's eyes grew wide as he slid the metal under the straps of her ivory bra, sending it to the carpet below. Her skirt was a pale peach colour, just above the knee, and made of a light cotton material. Nathan followed the blade of the scissors down Michelle's chest carefully, letting her relish the cold sensation of the metal against her soft skin. As they traveled south, he opened the blades to slice through the skirt and thong panties underneath, as they were discarded along with the bra and shirt below. Michelle moaned at the sensation, feeling moist as he exposed her. She stood naked before him. With one arm, Nathan reached up to grab Michelle's grown hair, now reaching her shoulders, twisting it and using it like a reign to guide her to the front of the store. Her bare feet against the piles of the display floor, made her wince as they walked up the steps to meet the mannequins. Nathan positioned her in front of the one with the jet black hair and blunt bangs. He pulled her hair back so that she was face to face with the mannequin. With a slight of hand, he produced the shears once again, slipping them around the shoulder length raven hair and snipping it off quickly all around to chin length. Michelle was held firmly with his other hand, forced to watch the severing of the new wig to a blunt bob with bangs. Nathan turned to Michelle and smiled wildly. "That's more like it," he said, reviewing his job. "It's a little uneven, but yours won't be." They stepped down from the platform and over to the service counter. Michelle remembered that the chair behind it was taken to the back for Andy and Lacey, who could now be heard banging loudly against the partitions of the change room cubicle. The muffling sounds of their ecstasy could be heard too. Still being guided by her hair tautly pulled, Michelle was taken to the back and sat on the chair. Nathan pulled out his camera and sat it on a nearby table, next to the pomade. He retrieved the scissors again, watching Michelle quiver in suspense. There would be no mirror in front of her this time, he decided. She would be at his mercy once again. The opening of the shears was loud and done slowly. Michelle closed her eyes and began to feel the tug on her hair tighten even more. As the blades engulfed her tresses, deliberately and slowly, Nathan opened and closed the scissors, slowly slicing off all of her hair at her chin from right to left. She then felt the tension release as her severed hair fell to the floor. Nathan placed the scissors on the table and pulled out a brush. He proceeded to pull forward hair in front of Michelle's face, carefully making sure it was even, then with the scissors in hand once again, he slid them half an inch above her eyebrows and cut a blunt fringe to match her new bob. Michelle now sported the same style as the bobbed mannequin in the display. "I like this much, much better," Nathan chimed. He took a step back to admire his work. Michelle looked up at him, feeling relieved that he took her only to a blunt bob this time, without any clippers...though she secretly longed for them. Nathan took his time walking around the chair, observing the freshly bobbed and naked Michelle now reaching between her legs to feel the moistening that grew there. She moaned as he circled her, and he responded with a growing erection. It was then that he glanced back at the table, where the pomade, scissors and brush were. "Pomade, huh? You want to play with that?" Nathan asked. Michelle's closed eyes half opened to respond. When she didn't answer right away, he grew impatient. "Well?" "Yes, Andy and Lacey...they were playing with it..." Michelle began, trying to relax and enjoy her arousal. "Let's have some fun with the pomade, shall we?" Nathan suggested. Michelle liked this playful idea, and nodded quickly. Reaching into the jar, Nathan scooped a handful of the substance, equally applying it to both hands and began to run it through Michelle's hair, beginning with the very front, pushing her freshly cut fringe back, slicking it against the rest of her hair and running his fingers through all of her hair, stroking her scalp on the way to her nape. He repeated this procedure, making sure all of the hair was firmly slicked back, pushing back more hair behind each ear, joining it with the rest of her shiny, dark blond bob. She closed her eyes again and smiled. Michelle was close to orgasm. As he finished, Nathan stood in front of her once again, surveying his work. He leaned forward to cup Michelle's head in his hands, bringing her to his face and kissed her. His tongue briefly pushed through her lips, thrusting into her mouth...then he pulled back and took her hands, lifting her out of the chair. "Let's have a good look at you in the mirror," he said. Taking her through the store, he guided her to a full length mirror where she could see just how shiny and tightly slicked back her hair was, exposing her now bigger eyes and exposed ears, framed by the now glossy, sleek dark golden hair that remained, glistening with pomade. Michelle smiled weakly, hoping this would please her lover. He stood behind her, glaring at their reflection in the full length mirror, now leaning slightly to plant supple kisses on her neck and shoulders. Andy and Lacey could be heard still, though they had seemingly reached a climax and their sounds of pleasure mellowed somewhat. Nathan unexpectedly released his tongue, bathing now where he placed those kisses...down her nape, neck, right shoulder and bare arm. Michelle moaned softly and closed her eyes, as he continued, now moving in front of her and circling the rim and lobe of her left ear, barely touched by the shiny slicked tresses, making her quiver in delight. In seeing her relax, Nathan knew he would have her as he pleased; she would submit to whatever he had planned....and he wasn't finished yet. Andy and Lacey unexpectedly interrupted the two lovers when they appeared briefly, now fully clothed and ready to head out for a night at the pub. The sight of Nathan and Michelle caused them to grin, knowing they weren't the only ones being naughty after store hours. As they exited, they waved excitedly, leaving with a sprint in their walk. "Come join us at the pub later, you two," Andy said, with a wink. Nathan was now left alone with Michelle. In a darkened store, Nathan opened his brief case, producing a camera and positioned it in front of them as he did months before, on the service counter. Michelle, feeling a bit uneasy, backed away from him as he approached her again. He then reached out to grip her arms firmly, sliding his strong hands down to her hands, and bringing her to him, closer and tighter within his grasp. He remained fully clothed still, while Michelle was completely bare. This was a huge turn on for him, having her exposed in this way. "Don't be bashful, Michelle," he said carefully. "The camera will capture your beautiful body, so that I have something to watch later. I did miss you when I was away. Life is unexpected. If I should have to leave again, I wish to have you recorded for my pleasure." This concerned Michelle, as she was just getting used to his return, though his strong, forceful manner both frightened and aroused her deeply at the same time. She wanted to comply with his demands, and this, he knew, would override any hesitation she would have. The dim, florescent glow of the camera light was adjusted to record Michelle's curves, quivers and self-pleasuring of her loins that resulted from Nathan's strong strokes of the tongue, and light nibbling of her erogenous zones. The light from the back room leaked through, outlining the movements of them both. After what seemed like a while, Nathan unexpectedly and firmly positioned his arms at Michelle's sides again, taking her back from him and stared at her seriously. "You know what?" he said, flashing a quick smile, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. "Yes?" she begged softly, afraid of what he would say, yet eager to know. He turned her around slowly, away from the mirror, and towards the mannequins once again. The camera was capturing all of this in its view, just as Nathan had planned. "You see...," he began. "I really liked the mannequins before I left here. The way they had their hair so brutally chopped into those short bobs. Do you remember that?" On Display: A Mannequin Fetish Ch. 02 "I do," Michelle replied, keeping herself calm. Was this the style he wanted her to have again? "Well, here they are now with their new updated hairstyles for spring. Very lovely indeed, but not what I would have chosen for them. Certainly, not what I would have chosen for you..." She did not respond, but let him continue. He guided her once again over to the mannequin with the jet black blunt bob again. "I understand what you did and why you did it, but we had an agreement long ago, and now I'm here to correct things. As much as I like your new style, and must admit, the pomade looks wonderful, I really need to teach you a lesson." Michelle stiffened. What did he mean by this? "These mannequins....they wear wigs, don't they?" he asked playfully, releasing Michelle only briefly to pull off the one mannequin's wig. With the straightened fake black hair now a crumpled mass in his one hand, he thrust it at Michelle. "Look at this!" he shouted. Michelle jumped back in surprise. "See how quickly that happened? One minute a full head of hair....and the next....nothing....." His grin was wild now, spread widely. The wig was dropped on the floor. Nathan gripped Michelle harder now, and pulled her towards the now bald mannequin. "She's all smooth now mmmmmmm," he began, reaching up to stroke the smooth plastic skull of her head, oblivious to his touch. "I love this. It's so absolute, so....final." Then he turned to Michelle. "What do you think of it?" "Think of...?" she pretended not to know what he meant. There was a strong sense of unease that filled the air, as though Nathan could literally feel Michelle's fear build. She slowly backed away, still facing Nathan beside the mannequin. "What do you think of this lovely smooth head, Michelle?" he asked again, now firm in his voice. "It's....well....bald," she hesitantly replied. "Well, of course it is," he said, now walking towards her. "That's obvious. What I want to know from you, is what you think of it? How would you feel if you were smooth like this? Would that please you?" "No...please...," she begged. The sly grin returned. "I see...," he said. There was something in his hand, but Michelle was not able to see it. He was coming towards her now, and fast, so quick that she could not escape. His arms engulfed her upper body, bringing her into the chair from the service desk. He forced her to sit down, then pulled her arms back behind her, she felt a tightening of restraints on her wrists, like a rope. She let out a panicked cry and struggled to free herself, kicking her legs in front, but he held her arms down firmly, and taking the remaining length of the bondage rope, he came to the front. "You are going to make this difficult, aren't you?" he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. This was his chance, he thought, I can have her all to myself, and no one will see or be able to stop me. He brought the remaining rope, attached to her bound wrists from behind, now to the front to secure her waist and legs to the chair. "I know this is going to be hard for you, but it's going to be oh so wonderful to see you sheared..." Michelle's eyes grew wide in terror. As Nathan finished his bondage work, he knelt before his trembling, naked lover, now teary eyed and in a panic. "Do you want to please me?" he asked slowly, softly. She could not get the words out... "Will you trust me?" he asked again, in a soft voice. "Y-yes," she whispered quickly. "Good," he responded. "You know that I would never harm you, right?" She nodded. "Just relax, and enjoy." At that moment he quickly disappeared behind her, leaving Michelle to stare into the full length mirror, seeing herself bound to the chair. Nathan stood behind her with the clippers shining in his hand, his gaze fixed on his lover's reflection. There was no guard on them. He switched them on... The immediate buzzing sound made Michelle flinch as a loud gasp escaped her. Nathan placed a firm hand, fingers spread wide, on the top of her head, pushing it back so that she faced upward where he peered down. The cold steel of the clippers were placed at her forehead, and with slow, deliberate strokes, Nathan proceeded to shear the slick and shiny tresses, revealing an exposed scalp. As he worked his way around her head, he carefully folded down Michelle's ears, ensuring no hair was left. After completing the front, both sides and crown, he firmly pushed her head down to remove what remained in the back, starting at the nape. Michelle's body shivered uncontrollably, however Nathan's strong hands kept her head still. The wet mass of hair now covered Michelle's breasts, back and legs in clumps. Nathan then positioned his hands on both sides of her head, turning her to glance at the mirror and camera. "There you go," he said. Michelle's eyes grew wide in shock. She could barely recognize the sheared, denuded reflection of herself. "How do you like it?" He asked further. It was torture, she thought, having him ask her of something that terrified her. Her body continued to tremble as her eyes remained fixed on the image in the mirror. Smiling again, Nathan quickly moved behind Michelle, reaching once again into his assortment of supplies. He returned with lather and a razor. The coating of Michelle's head and neck was sensual. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his hands, now gently covering her with the foam. With each stroke of the razor, tingles were sent throughout her body, especially between her legs. In those moments, she relished his touch, the caressing of the blade, forgetting that she was bound and being completely shaven bald. It was only when he was done, that she opened her eyes to witness a fully smooth head, now reflecting the unnatural glowing of the camera. Nathan moved his tools to the side, and stepped in front of his bald, bound lover. He held in his hands two more items: a black corset and a pair of six inch heels, shiny black. Without a word spoken, he knelt in front of her, carefully lifting and placing a heel on each foot, which were constrained by the roped ankles that held them to the chair. Slowly, he untied her, and taking both of her shaky hands in his, stood her up to face him. Michelle's immediate reaction was to turn away; away from Nathan and the mirror that so brutally and openly exposed her fully, but he would not allow it. "Look at me," he demanded. "You are beautiful, just as I have always wanted you. From the first day I met you, I dreamt of this occasion." Michelle managed a weak smile, hoping to appease him. He then placed her hands, arms gently at her sides, now taking from underneath his arm the black corset. "Stand tall and breathe in..." he instructed. Michelle complied. He fitted the corset around her bodice, moving to the back to tighten the laces. The black, satin corset was trimmed with a black lace, and shimmered slightly in the darkened store. The look he had always wanted was complete. Nathan's ultimate desire, fantasy had come to life tonight. The camera was again positioned and zoomed in to capture the mannequins at the store front. Once again, Michelle was guided by her eager lover to the top of the display case. Nathan moved the mannequins aside to make more room. "I want you to stand in the centre of this display," he explained. "Spread your legs wide and place your hands on the glass." Michelle did as she was instructed. Nathan unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers falls to the floor; he kicked them aside. He placed a firm grip on her bare hips, making her jump, bending her slightly so that he could slide his manhood, now fully erect, into her vagina. Slowly, yet firmly pumping her from behind, his hands now reached up to where her breasts lay cradled in the corset, bouncing with each push of his cock. He grabbed them, pulling them and squeezing Michelle's nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Michelle's moans grew louder. He continued fucking her harder, deeper, and now faster. Keeping one hand on her breasts, he freed the other to grab her nape, allowing his fingers to touch the smoothness of her head. He was about to explode, but he wasn't finished... Nathan pulled out of Michelle, just as she had expected him to finish. He had her kneel down in front of him. With his hands now firmly engulfing her head, she took his penis into her mouth, first licking the pulsating veins with a flickering of her tongue, then guiding his shaft further into her mouth and down her throat. Back and forth she stroked, licked and sucked him thoroughly. "That's it, nice and slow, keep stroking," he said. It was at that moment that Nathan noticed that a security guard had been observing them intently. He was a stocky, tall man with glasses. His gaze was fixed on the two of them. Nathan enjoyed this attention, as he knew the man envied his pleasure. Carefully stroking Michelle's smooth head, he released her from his cock, now instructing her to face the window once again. She could now see the security guard watching. "We're going to get caught!" she panicked in a loud whisper. "Shhhh," Nathan said. "Get down on all fours, right now." He was oblivious to her concerns. Despite her worry, she did exactly as he had asked, as if it did not matter at this point, as they were already on display for anyone to see. With her hands flat on the platform, and knees on the floor, spread wide, Michelle could feel a warm liquid being squirted around her anus. "What are you doing?" "Relax," Nathan replied. "It's a lubricant. All you have to do....is relax." Staring forward at the strong, now aroused security guard, she knew her fate. He was enjoying this also, she thought. Slowly, Nathan slid his hard penis into Michelle's anus, suddenly grabbing her waist, holding her still so she would not move. Michelle shrieked. "Calm down...it's going to be ok," he reassured her. "You're going to enjoy this." With his explanation, Michelle closed her eyes and let her body's tenseness go. Nathan was able to enter her with much more ease, and the sensation was fantastic. Michelle's moans now grew into shouts of ecstasy, as did Nathan's. Together, they reached orgasm. The climax was enjoyed thoroughly by their onlooker, who waved and nodded after they were done, leaving the mall. "See that?" Nathan said, grinning. "I think we're ok here. Please don't worry." The two lovers made their way to the back of the store, grabbing many items of clothing on the way, throwing them into a back room where they would sleep for the remainder of the night. In the mass of fabrics, they nestled into each other's arms, sleeping deeply for several hours. Early the next morning, Michelle was abruptly awakened by Nathan. He stood fully clothed again, holding a bag in his right hand. "I have a surprise for you." He announced. Barely able to open her sleepy eyes, Michelle looked up, shielding herself from a light that he had switched on. Nathan motioned for her to get up and take the plastic shopping bag. Inside was an ivory silk blouse, red cashmere skirt and a golden bobbed wig. "This wig will restore your look to what you had before," he explained. "This will be our little secret. You and I" "We were watched too...," she said, feeling apprehensive about the situation. "Yes, but I doubt you were recognized. I don't think we'll have any problems. Please get changed. We can clean up the store, put away the mess, clothes, and no one will know." They worked together. Michelle applied her new wig and wore her new outfit. She was deeply relieved that her denuded image would be kept a secret. Before leaving the store, Nathan held Michelle, kissing her generously and promised to return. The next week's sales were up and the store was thriving. Cecilia was due back soon from her trip. Michelle, Andy and Lacey not only accomplished, but exceeded their monthly targets. There would be a celebration. The following Friday, Michelle was closing the store shortly after the other two employees had left for the day. She was half expecting Nathan to arrive, though not keeping her hopes up. It was the weekend, and she would be meeting her friends later anyway. He was working a lot lately, so she didn't mind. Michelle then suspected that she was being watched, just as she was locking the front entrance. She spun around. The security guard that had watched them, stood in front of her. "Hey," he said, with a nod. Michelle nodded back, saying hi. "You know...," he continued, making Michelle nervous. "I just wanted to thank you for all that you've done with the store, it's really kept this mall alive." "Oh, thank you," she replied. "I have very good staff here too, they help..." "Yes," he said. "I've noticed." Then, leaning closely to her, and brushing aside a lock of hair from her wig, he positioned himself at her left ear. "Just be careful," he whispered. "It might not be me there next time...standing...watching..." With that statement, he quickly stood back, smiled and winked. "Thanks," she replied. "I got it. I will be careful." She now expected that everything would be ok. The security guard would keep their secret. Life at the mall, school, her social life would continue as usual. Everything would be back to normal, that is, until Nathan returns... On Display: A Mannequin Fetish Ch. 03 A top senior student and a surprisingly progressive career in the retail industry, Michelle worked her way up to assistant manager at Vivienne's Boutique. The unique vintage-new clothing combination seemed to attract a loyal and consistent stream of clientele. Continually increasing sales, success and now a beacon attracting many newcomers to the mall, there was serious discussion about opening one or two more stores within the next year. If the expansion plan were to become a reality, Michelle would be a prime candidate as store manager, as Cecilia would open the new store. As usual, Michelle's life continued to flourish in school and business. Her academic skills combined with the ability to learn fashion trends and business management quickly earned her a strong reputation in the community. Lacey and Andy continued to support Michelle's assistant supervisory role in their respective part time positions, though now working more hours and enjoying the increased commission and bonuses as a result of their hard work. As for weekends, Michelle put in a few hours on Saturday mornings, which were a regular occurrence, leaving the rest of the weekend to her disposal. It was then, on Saturday afternoons, that the rituals would begin... Now a regular fixture in Michelle's personal and intimate life, Nathan requested that she be ready for him every Saturday evening, to his specifications. The dark golden, now caramel-blond highlighted wig was kept styled every week in precise condition as though it was her own hair. Meeting Nathan at her apartment, where she now lived on her own, Michelle was subjected to a full head and body shave, plucking of eyebrows, application of makeup, accessories and clothing all picked out for her by Nathan. It was both an exciting and perplexing experience for Michelle, who always wondered what was in store for her each time. While the head and body shaving, usually done slowly and while she lay in a bubble bath by Nathan himself (remaining fully clothed, making her feel exposed) was a consistent ritual, the clothing, accessories and choice of cosmetics altered according to Nathan's wishes. Following these procedures, Michelle found herself often overwhelmed by the attention, control and mechanical nature in which Nathan moved her body from position to position, changing his penetration entry at will. She was his mannequin, after all. It was pleasurable as well as nerve-wracking. On one Saturday, as expected, Michelle arrived at her apartment, ready for her weekly makeover. Nathan stood in a crisp pair of blue jeans and a sky blue coloured t-shirt, embracing her as she approached him. His warmth was always sought, though short-lived in their relationship, as he often wanted to start the proceedings as quickly as possible to satisfy his strong fetishistic urges. Expecting the same treatment as always, Michelle began to slowly disrobe before Nathan, getting herself ready for his full inspection of her nude body, as he remained fully clothed. As she unbuttoned her blouse, Nathan placed a strong hand over hers. "Not this time," he said, looking at her intently and smirking a little. "I have something different planned for you today." Lifting his hand and firmly gripping her arm, he motioned for her to leave with him. "Wh-where are we going?" Michelle asked nervously. She knew he could be spontaneous, though the last couple of months proved quite routine and she should have known it would eventually change. "It's a surprise," he said gleefully, almost cheery. That irked Michelle a little. She was accustomed to his being in control, but would he go too far? If so, how far would that be? Nathan eagerly opened the passenger door to his car, providing an invitation to a very nervous Michelle. Her hesitation was brief. She then slowly slid into the leathery seat, strapping herself in. Every second was punctuated several times by her beating heart. Nathan quickly settled in and drove off to an unfamiliar part of town. There were older buildings and areas going through urban development. The uncertainty of where they were headed further intensified Michelle's anxiety, though she was thrilled just the same. When they arrived at a historic house surrounded with an iron gate, Michelle's eyes grew wide. Nathan hadn't spoken a word throughout the entire ride. "Here we are," he spoke carefully, noting Michelle's widened eyes and hesitation. Her wig had caused her scalp to sweat, as there was two week's worth of stubble grown underneath. The weather had become unusually hot. Although Nathan was adamant to have his way, he also wanted his lover to be comfortable and enjoy what he had planned. "Honey," he said, in an unexpected tone of endearment. "There's nothing to be afraid of. This is an old spa that my family used for generations. There's a nice lady here that will take care of you, as I requested. Now please...let's get you ready to meet her!" With that said, he dashed to Michelle's side of the car, opening the door to help her out. They climbed a set of stone steps leading to a heavy wooden door in the centre of the house. Just after knocking, a round, middle aged lady with a friendly smile answered cheerfully, asking them to come in. "Hi there, I'm Glenda," she announced. "Nice to meet you Michelle. Nathan has spoken very highly of you. Please come this way (motioning to a corridor leading to the back of the house). We have the room all set up and ready for you." Michelle felt a little less nervous, given the matronly lady's friendliness. She was a middle aged, pleasantly attractive woman with a strong body and stood just over 5 feet. Her hair was short and worn in tight curls around her head. Instead of walking beside or in front of Michelle, Nathan followed from behind, relishing every moment of her nervousness, before discovering her fate. The room was bright with a rectangular skylight overhead, a large window overlooking a lush garden on one side, as well as a viewing window for passersby to see inside. It was not private at all. In the centre was a table adorned with straps, gynecological stirrups and scented lightly with perfume. Michelle was now standing, in surprise at the apparatus that she would be helplessly strapped to, while Nathan and Glenda looked on. For the first time in a while, she hesitated...froze... "Now Michelle," Nathan spoke gently, firmly. "There is no need to be shy or embarrassed. You have a beautiful, natural body that is going to be waxed entirely until you are silky smooth all over." Then, he motioned towards the door of the room where another figure could be seen. It was Lacey. "Hi Michelle," she greeted cheerily. She wore an ivory, lacey vintage summer dress and gold colour heeled sandals. Her long, dark wavy hair worn in a high ponytail. She had obviously been briefed by Nathan as to what was going to happen, Michelle thought. This made her feel conflicted, yet strangely comforted. "I know this is a big step for you, Nathan explained everything," she continued, now walking around Michelle. "I'm hear to make you feel more comfortable..." Reaching towards Michelle's head, Lacey gently removed Michelle's bobbed wig to reveal a week's worth of stubble growth. Slowly, she lifted her small, diligent hands to touch the velvet and rub her head in circular motions. Michelle closed her eyes in relaxation, not expecting to enjoy Lacey's touch as much as she did. She was prompted to re-open her eyes at the supple brush of Lacey's lips against her nape, now giving her soft kisses, working her way to her lips. Wow, thought Michelle, this is enjoyable. Glenda circled around the ladies, enjoying their pleasuring each other, and gently led Michelle onto the table where she was gently strapped, her legs spread, in the stirrups. Her torso was held in place with a leather strap, as well as her arms, leaving her hands free to feel her velvety scalp. As Glenda professionally prepared the wax for Michelle's denuding, Lacey gently traced the curves of her nude, shivering body held firmly in place, lightly caressing and smiling. She loved having the upper hand and enjoyed Michelle's shivers as a response of delight. As Glenda applied the wax, the tearing off process caused Michelle to wince, though Lacey cupped her friend's head in her hands, kissing her lips softly to ease the discomfort. Nathan observed this procession of erotic exchange: the soft, caresses of Lacey's hands and lips in contrast with Glenda's ruthless ripping off of the wax strips. As she continued, Michelle's legs trembled in their stirrups, and a moistening between her exposed labia formed. Glenda completed the last of the waxing and began to massage Michelle's legs and arms. As she did this, Michelle closed her eyes in relief, without noticing Lacey's decent between her spread thighs. With her diligent fingers, Lacey opened Michelle's lips below to taste the newly smooth crevices of her clitoris and labia. Tender strokes of the tongue developed into quick flickers, and as Michelle's moans grew louder, Lacey lowered her tongue into the anal cavity, spreading it wider as she did this, drawing up her tongue upward in strong, firm laps. Michelle reached her finale when Lacey returned to the top of her clitoris, engulfing it fully and sucking it's tender moistness. Nathan could be seen standing right behind Lacey, now fully erect yet fully clothed. As much as he wanted them both, he preferred to remain clad, in a position of dominance, causing Michelle to feel more vulnerable to him and Lacey. Glenda finished massaging Michelle, having done so during Lacey's pleasuring of her. Michelle was slowly released of her confinement, and with the help of Glenda and Lacey, hoisted out of the stirrups and now untied straps. She barely stood now, still shaking, overwhelmed by her orgasm. Instead of having her clothing returned to her, Michelle was shocked to find Nathan undressing himself, and sitting on the table. He motioned for Michelle to approach him and bend over, facing his erect manhood, taking the head of his penis in her mouth, slowly stroking his shaft internally. Nathan relished the ribbed texture on the roof of her mouth against his penis. In this position, with her bottom exposed, Glenda applied her strong hand to her butt cheeks, spreading them wide, as Lacey produced a small plug. The cool liquid drizzling into her anal crevice made Michelle quiver, but Nathan's hand held her firmly in place to ensure she continued pleasuring him. As she did, he produced a small set of clippers without an attachment and carefully began to remove her velvety growth. Little flakes rained down over her shoulders, Nathan's shaft, balls and lap as she continued, trying not to move as Glenda held her bottom firmly in place, lubricating her as Lacey inserted the plug. Every now and then Michelle's eyelashes would flicker away remnants of her bristly hair being shorn. Nathan continually progressed until he reached a climax, as did Michelle, from the penetration behind. He continued the clipper shave, initially beginning from the front, moving towards the back, then gently, slowly over each of her ears, so she couldn't escape the constant humming of the clippers, deliberately and loudly in her ears. It was a reminder that she was his to do with what he desired. As he completed the clippering, he simultaneously finished promptly with an explosive orgasm, coating Michelle's freshly shaved head in his ejaculate, then instructing her to stand up, freeing streams of cream to flow down her nape, neck and back, warm and sensitive. She closed her eyes as she did this, enjoying the warm, trickling sensation of Nathan's cream on her back, some of which trickled to her bottom, joining with the warm fluid she was lubricated with. Lacey began to undress herself as she stood before Michelle. Nathan stood behind her now, lifting her dress over her behind, then further up and over her head, taking it off and throwing it to the floor. She wore no underwear beneath. Her firm breasts began to bounce, as Michelle noticed Nathan was now fucking her from behind, both of them facing her. Nathan instructed Michelle to spread her legs once again, now sitting in a comfortable, black, leather chair, one leg over each arm of the chair, as Lacey dove downward into her soaking pussy. As the trio continued another journey to mutual orgasms, Glenda smiled. She then turned to prepare the lather, warm a towel and brought a straight razor, to which she gently began, in small, careful, gentle strokes, to remove any trace of hair from Michelle's head. Lacey, whose face was glistening from Michelle's juices, rose to kiss her in the chair, and held her head in place as she did, to assist Glenda. Nathan reached orgasm again. He was very satisfied. "Lovely, just lovely," he commented, watched the three women. As Michelle's head became completely denuded, Glenda asked Lacey to tilt her head back, so that she could shave her eyebrows. It wasn't long before Michelle was completely hairless, from head to toe. Her fully nude body could be pleasured and played with by all of them, and they enjoyed her very much. All that made her nervous, now melted away, as she lay calmly, drained of all that she could endure, surrounded by people that desired her and wanted her to experience that level of desire too. "I have a new wardrobe for you," announced Nathan. Michelle beamed at the thought. "Also...a new wig." From the corner of the room, he wheeled over a portable closet, opening it to reveal a collection of fine clothing: silk dresses, angora sweaters, and a variety of cashmere skirts and tops to co-ordinate. The colours ranged from charcoal grey, deep burgundy and navy blue to light turquoise, sky blue and lilac. On top of the clothes sat a row of silvery, shiny faceless mannequin heads, all wearing different wigs: shoulder length blond curls to a jet black blunt bob and bangs as well as a layered auburn inverted bob. Michelle was thrilled. The ladies circled around her, and led her to a nearby shower to get ready. Afterwards, she would wear an outfit and wig, chosen from the new selection by Nathan, adorned with new jewelry and perfume from the ladies, ready for a night out for dinner and dancing. Life with Nathan was unpredictable, frightening and very erotic all at once. Michelle wouldn't have it any other way. An eventful day at the spa would turn into an even better evening.