Mary’s story Part 6When she got home, Mary was hoping to get straight indoors and get changed, but she could see that her stuck up neighbour was in the front garden. She pleaded with Bob to drive past. “I can’t wait,” said Bob, “I have to get on.” Mary begged him, “Please take me round to Sue’s house then. I can’t let the neighbours see me looking like this!” “Very well, but it will cost you later. I suppose Sue’s neighbours don’t count.” Soon they reached Sue’s house, and Mary walked carefully up the path, hoping that Sue was at home. Fortunately, she was, and Mary rushed through the door as soon as Sue opened it.“Whatever is the matter?” said Sue. Mary burst into tears. She could see that Sue was staring at her. “Whatever has happened?”Mary sobbed. “Look at me,” she said. “I thought that this was what I wanted, but I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.” “Well you can go upstairs and get changed, for a start. My clothes will fit you. Come on, I’ll help you.” Without thinking, Mary went upstairs and allowed Sue to undress her. Sue laughed. bahis firmaları “I see that you have said goodbye to your pussy hair. It’s a lot better than shaving all the time, but it looks as though you have had some really high powered treatment. You will soon get used to not having any hairs, I know I certainly did. I don’t remember your nipples being quite so red, though. Have you had them tattooed or something? You should have let me come with you this morning, if that was where you were going.” Mary remembered seeing Sue naked at the swinger club. It seemed so long ago though now. She had assumed that Sue kept herself shaved and it never crossed her mind that it was permanent. She began to feel better about what had happened to her own pussy hair. If she did not know about Sue’s pussy hair, then she could bluff it out if she had to. Her husband rarely saw her naked, and Linda had said that the makeup colours would fade, so she might get away with her nipples too.Her thoughts were interrupted by Sue saying, “Now tell me all about kaçak iddaa it.”Suddenly, Mary blurted it all out. She told Sue about the Fetish Club with Bob. How she wanted to become a member of a special club. How she had agreed to go along with whatever Bob decided to do to her. All about Linda and Wendy in the beauty parlour and about how she expected to be pierced like Linda next week, and how she really wanted it to happen.“Don’t worry,” said Sue, “I’ll be there when Bob picks you up on Tuesday, and we will go together. You can always take the rings out if you don’t like it and let the holes heal up, but I think you ought to try it and then see how it looks. It sounds really sexy, and in fact it is making me feel a bit wet. If it looks good on you I might just get pierced as well.”The next week passed in a blur. Linda had been right, the tattooed makeup did start to lighten up and lose some of the colour as it healed, but she was still quite sore from the lasering. She put some cream on her pussy to soothe it, and also put some on her kaçak bahis nipples. They actually looked very nice now the swelling had gone down. The red really made her nipples stand out, and made her breasts look really special.Friday morning there had been an email from Bob about Tuesday. She had to be ready early, and she would be out all day. Sue had stayed the night on Monday and was with her when Bob arrived to pick her up. As they got in the car, Bob did not say anything about Sue being with her. They made the usual journey in silence.They arrived at the Beauty Parlour and Linda and Wendy were waiting for them. “Are you ready?” Wendy asked. “Am I ready for what?” Mary said. “Ready for whatever your Master decides for you! A slave does not ask questions, I expected just a simple one-word answer from you – Yes.”They all walked down the passage and through a connecting door into the shop next door. The shop looked very clean and tidy. Startled, Mary recognised the man in the shop as the man from last week. There were benches around the walls. In one corner was what looked like a dentist chair with a stool placed to one side of it. A sign on the wall said Body Piercing, so she had been right about the piercings. She wondered where she would be pierced.