Chapter 1
Melissa scans the room, hoping to see her Tinder date. She’s never met up with anyone from the app before – she was too afraid of the horror stories she has read – but her friends convinced her to sign up, and Ted just seems so respectful and mature, so she decided to give it a shot. She blushes visibly a bit, thinking about their previous conversations over the past few days; no man has ever really paid any attention before, and he makes her feel so special. She sits awkwardly in the Starbucks, her feet barely brushing the floor – she of course chose the small, tall table by the window – and sipping her peppermint tea, leaving a gentle pink lip print on her cup. The warm sunlight illuminates her outfit, making visible the light dusting of glitter in her blue sweater, which covers everything from her collarbones to her hips. On her legs, which she crosses delicately at the ankle, she wears a pair of medium-wash bootcut jeans paired with simple black flats.
“Hey darling,” Ted whispers softly in Melissa’s ear, startling her and sending shivers down her spine. The small, eighteen-year-old girl gasps and turns around, her bright blue eyes meeting his warm brown.
“Hi,” she replies, shyly. Ted grins, brushes her shoulder-length wavy brown hair out of her face, and kisses her on the forehead before sitting across from her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Melissa. You’re even more beautiful in person.” Melissa blushes and looks away, visibly embarrassed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that nobody has ever called me beautiful before.”
“Well then everyone is stupid.” He pauses, pleased with the smile he’s caused to spread across Melissa’s face. “I know we just got here – and we just met – but do you want to come back to my place and watch a movie?”
Melissa is surprised by the offer, and knows that she should say no, but she can’t help herself. “Yes! That sounds like a lot of fun.”
. . .
Melissa’s jaw drops when she sees Ted’s house. Everything inside is sleek, modern, and new, and the exterior is like something you would see in a magazine – 3 stories, beautiful stonework, a fence with a huge gate, and a long, curvy driveway.
“What do you do for a living again?”
“I’m in banking,” Ted laughs as he takes her hand. “Come on, the screening room is this way.”
Melissa laughs uncomfortably, “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Ted just smiles at her, his white teeth and bright eyes both endearing and comforting. He leads her into a room with a wall-sized projector screen and a huge sectional sofa covered in soft pillows and blankets.
“Sit down, take your shoes off, get comfy. We have the theatre all to ourselves tonight.” Ted winks at Melissa, who blushes but happily obliges. He grabs a remote from a small table in the back where the projector sits and plops down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
“So what are we watching?”
“It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll love it. Just relax and take it all in.” Melissa giggles at his statement, and she excitedly turns towards the screen, waiting for the movie to start.
The screen lights up pink and begins to swirl. Melissa starts to turn away, confused, but Ted puts his hand gently on the back of her head and whispers in her ear. “Just watch baby. I promise you’ll love it.”
As the screen swirls, Ted whispers the words flashing across it into Melissa’s ear. Pink, cute, sweet, happy, fun, bubbly, think less, be more. Her head starts to feel fuzzy, and she wants to look away but she can’t. Again and again, the words flash on the screen. Ted reads them a few more times, and then he begins to talk to her. Still whispering in her ear, Ted gives instructions. “I’m going to call you Missy, it’s much cuter than Melissa. Do you like that? Missy?” Missy nods, in a trance. “Good girl. I want you to call me Sir from now on, never Ted. Do you understand?” Missy nods once again. “Tell me you understand.”
In a soft voice, Missy replies. “Yes Sir, I understand.”
“You are such a good girl, Missy. Are you going to be a good girl?” Missy nods, her eyes beginning to close. “Good girls do whatever Sir tells them to. Can you do that for me?” Missy nods. Twenty minutes ago, she would have slapped him across the face and stormed out, but for some reason she wants to obey now. She wants to be a good girl. Missy’s head is going blank. When she closes her eyes, all she can see is a cloud of pink smoke. When she breathes in, she can feel the smoke filling her lungs. It feels soft and warm, comforting and safe. She doesn’t know why, but she likes it.
. . .
“Missy, wake up.” Missy opens her eyes and sees Ted – no, Sir – looking down on her, smiling.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I fall asleep?” She rubs her eyes and looks around. She’s still in the screening room, but she’s laying down, and Sir must have covered her in a blanket.
Ted kisses her on the forehead. “Yes, darling, but don’t worry. It’s totally normal.” He pauses as she sits up, both confused and oddly comfortable. “Would you like to change?”
Missy looks down at her outfit, which she had picked because it was her favorite, and was appalled. “Ew, why am I wearing this? It’s so ugly and… conservative! Yes, Sir, yes please.”
Ted smiles and takes her hand. He leads her to a huge closet, filled to the brim with pink and sparkles. Missy’s eyes get wide; she is visibly excited as she lets go of his hand and begins to browse. “Everything in here is so cute!” Missy squeals.
“It’s yours if you want it.”
Missy looks back at him, amazed and astonished by the generous offer. “What, all of it?”
“Of course.” Missy runs back to him and hugs him.
“I – I don’t even know where to start! Could you pick something out for me? What’s your favorite?” Ted smiles and walks towards the clothes. He carefully selects an outfit and brings it to Missy. He hands her a pink crop top and denim miniskirt, along with a pair of pink platform sneakers.
“Try this one on. It’s great for everyday.” Missy grins and undresses shamelessly in front of him. She crosses her arms to grab and easily lift her sweater, revealing a pink bra. She then unbuttons her jeans and hooks her thumbs under the waistband to slide them down her slim, toned legs. Ted is pleased to see that her panties, though full coverage, match her bra. “Oh, you’re just too cute, aren’t you?” He taps her nose as Missy smiles brightly at the compliment. Ted looks over her small frame, pausing on her perky C’s in the push-up bra. “You can wear your bra today because you haven’t gotten an upgrade yet, but take the panties off.”
Missy looks down, grabs her chest, and pouts. “Yes, sir,” she replies as she slides her panties to the ground, exposing her soft, smooth, perfectly shaven pussy. She looks at Ted for approval, and when he nods, she begins to dress. First, she bends over and steps into the skirt. Once on, it barely hits half an inch below her tight little ass. She buttons it; a perfect fit. Next, she slips on the top, which leaves about four inches of her flat tummy exposed. “So? How do I look?”
Ted responds by walking up to Missy, roughly shoving two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, and whispering in her ear “perfect.” Missy gasps, a small, soft noise resembling that of a puppy’s cry when needing attention, as Ted curls and straightens his fingers inside her. “I forgot to tell you one last rule. This is mine. Your pussy belongs to me. You are not allowed to touch yourself without permission, and you are absolutely not allowed to cum without permission. If you do either, I will punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir” the girl manages to respond between moans. “May I – may I cum now, sir?”
“That quick?” Ted laughs and removes his fingers. “No. We have an appointment with the doctor.” He inserts his fingers into her mouth, and she greedily sucks her own juices off of them. “Such a good girl.”
. . .
That day, Missy’s new Sir takes her to the doctor, where she is enhanced to a double d with plans and an appointment to go even bigger, and the salon, where her hair is bleached and styled into a beautiful, perfectly wavy, golden blonde, and she is given extensions so that it reaches her waist. He also takes her to the spa, where she gets acrylic nails in a bright pink and a spray tan. Though it wasn’t anything she would have previously wanted to look like, she is happy, ecstatic even, with all the upgrades being awarded to her.
“Sir,” Melissa asks, looking down at herself once they have returned to Ted’s house. “What about my job? I can’t go to work looking like this!”
“Oh, don’t worry about your job, darling. I will take care of you from now on. You won’t have to work another day; you only have to look pretty and do what I say. How does that sound?”
“Ooooh, I like that! Does that mean I get to stay here with you?”
Ted laughs. “Of course it does, sweetie. Now, do you want to come downstairs and see my toys?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He takes her to the basement, which is a big, open space, not very well lit, filled with furniture and objects, only some of which Missy recognizes. “Which would you like to try out first? We must be gentle because of your beautiful new tits, but we can play a bit.”
Missy looks around, then grins and points to a ball of rope. “Will you tie me up?”
Ted smiles. “Oh, Missy, I knew there was a reason I liked you. That’s a great choice – classic and fun with little chance of breaking your stitches. Undress and lay on the bed over there.” He points to a bed in the corner, encased in a cage-like structure, dressed in sheets with no pillows or blankets. She pulls her crop top, which barely covers her new tits anyways, over her head and slips out of her skirt, showing off her newly tanned and upgraded figure. Her waist is small, only 26 inches, but her hips and ass are a bit bigger, and with her newly enhanced chest, she has a perfect hourglass. She turns around a few times, allowing Ted to get a good look, before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. Ted grabs the rope and follows her, then tells her to turn around and hang her head over the edge, which she of course does. He then takes her wrists and ties each to a corner of the bed, using the frame as support, and does the same for her ankles, so that she is spread out completely, her feet near the headboard, and her head hanging off the end. He checks the tightness, making sure she can’t move, and kisses her deeply on the lips for the first time.
“That…” Missy begins to point out that it is their first kiss but she is interrupted by a finger placed softly on her lips.
“Shhh, I know. Open wide.” He undoes his buckle and steps out of his pants, his 9-inch cock popping up. As soon as his pants are off, he places the tip in her mouth and gently works it down her throat until she is taking the whole thing. He then reaches up and twists her nipples, increasing his thrusting speed while she moans around his cock. He goes faster and faster, harder and harder, holding her tits, and twisting her nipples, until he cums down her throat. He then puts his hand over her mouth until she has to swallow it. “Good job, princess. Now I’m going to let you rest. You’ve had an awfully big day today.” He pulls up his pants and walks away, leaving her tied to the bed in the basement alone.
