How to Pay Your College Loans Ch. 02 - Makeover

Jasmine looked like she didn't have the energy to argue with that, to be honest; from her few interactions with Jasmine, Clara could tell that Jasmine's job was on the more taxing side. Clara feared that Jasmine would at some point take her frustration out on her.

"Great word choice, I can certainly tell you have a college degree," she snickered, leaving Clara embarrassed. "I trust you don't have anything better to do than to come with me if I tell you to?"

She wasn't wrong. Clara really didn't have anything better to do. "No, I don't, Mistress."

"Good. That is the correct answer. Follow me," Jasmine tilted her head towards the hallway, subtly encouraging Clara to follow — who of course, rightfully did so.

Clara was expecting another silent, long walk down the mansion hallways towards god-knows-where, where she wasn't allowed to talk to Jasmine and instead just awkwardly look around the mansion.

"You are free to talk to me, if you wish," Jasmine added. "I am giving you the privilege of conversing with me."

"...Oh," Clara blinked. That wasn't expected at all. "Well, okay... um... how was your day?"

"Tiring, as always. Do you know what it's like to run a business?" she asked.

"Uh... well, I sort of, uh, ran some sort of gig editing people's papers in college. I guess that doesn't count, though."

"So nothing substantial, then," Jasmine clarified, her words stinging Clara again. She could feel physical pain from that. "I see. I run a megacorporation that my grandparents started. It wasn't necessarily the life I chose, but, it lets me live the life I want."

Clara nodded. God, if only she could have inherited a megacorporation from her parents. Instead, she inherited terrible anxiety and whatever gene causes inadequacy.

"Today was another day I had worthless, weak people asking to partner with me," she scoffed and continued. "Not to mention, I had a small crisis I had to deal with. Luckily, no more than 3 people were fired."

"Wait, what did, uh, what did they do?"

"For starters? Not what their job description detailed." She gave a laugh at that. "If not for the Department of Labor, I would by all means hire my staff here to assist me at work. It would be nice to maximize my assets, after all."

Clara was never good at economics, so she just kind of nodded and agreed once again.

"You don't understand what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Not... not really, Mistress."

"Then let me ask you. What are you good at?"

"Um..." Clara tried to gather her thoughts before responding. "Well, I was a good biology student. I'm good at drawing and studying nature. Especially plants. I also like to think I'm good at editing - I mean, I got paid to do it, but, I'm not good at writing, I guess, and—"

"I asked for a straight answer, not for you stumbling everywhere," Jasmine snapped, making Clara stop in her speech. "What are you good at? Answer clearly."

Clara paused. "Biology. Studying nature. And editing."

"Good, much better. I bought a person. I expect you to act and talk like one."

"Y...yes, Mistress."

Jasmine went on to explain, "I'm different from other slave owners. At least, I like to think I am. You are my property, as of signing the contract. But you are also a person, and I expect you to have more purpose and desires than being my fuck doll."

"I... really?"

"Yes, really." Jasmine stopped in her tracks and turned to Clara. "If I wanted a vibrator or fleshlight, I could just get one. But I chose to get a person instead. So, you're my toy, yes, and that includes being someone I am interested in engaging with."

"I see..." was really all Clara could say.

"Do you understand, toy?"

"Yes... I do, Mistress."

"You've gotten so good at saying that," Jasmine cooed as she turned away and continued to lead Clara down the hall.

"I'm going to enjoy hearing it so, so much more."

~~

Clara hadn't properly understood just how big the mansion was until she learned that it was a ten minute walk from her room to the place Jasmine wanted to take her. Once again, being out of shape and having to go up multiple sets of stairs, Clara was out of breath by that time. She again earned a soft scolding from Jasmine, and another affirmation that she would "fix things up" with her health.

Jasmine opened the door, and Clara was immediately taken aback. It was a wardrobe — or well, the entire room was a wardrobe, and she swore it was the size of one of her large classrooms in college. Different types of clothes lined the walls in multiple rows. All types, as well — different eras, different styles and colors, different levels of masculine-leaning versus feminine-leaning (and Clara could definitely tell which end the two fit Kae with.)

That wasn't it, however — to one end, there was an entire wall filled with makeup and hair care products. Clara knew next to nothing about this stuff; in fact, she knew for a fact that the last time she bought makeup was for her fifth grade dance where she immediately cried it off after.

Clara did also see that Diana was there. She was sitting in a chair by that very wall, doing her own makeup. She looked tired. Clara wondered if she had just woken up, despite it being the early evening.

"Hi, dearie," Diana said as she continued to do her makeup. Clara almost responded, before realizing she was probably talking to Jasmine.

"Hello," Jasmine responded, going up to her and putting an affectionate hand on her partner's back. "How was your sleep?"

"Mm," Diana hummed. "I had some bad dreams."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you," Jasmine frowned, rubbing her back. Clara was curious by how Diana just said that so casually. Maybe that was a normal occurrence for her.

"I brought our new property down for her makeover. Would you like me to begin picking out some clothes for her?"

Clara's heart sank at thinking about what sorts of clothes she would be made to wear. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, but that didn't make it any easier for her.

"Mm... I'll help." Diana finished with her lipstick and stood up. "Would you mind sitting there, Clarie?"

"Clarie? Already giving nicknames, I see," Jasmine laughed. "Go sit down, toy."

Clara blushed at the nickname. No one had ever given her any sort of nickname in her life, except for her mom at one point. Regardless, she answered with her usual, automatic 'Yes, Mistress' and sat down in the chair in front of the mirror.

"What size are you?" Jasmine asked.

"Ah... a size L, I think."

They didn't respond to her. Instead, Diana and Jasmine made normal conversation, as if talking like a normal domestic couple that didn't own slaves or anything. Clara tried not to eavesdrop, but it was so interesting hearing about Jasmine's day. And she was fascinated by how much Diana could sleep — hearing about her nightmare in the background was scary in and of itself, though. A part of her wanted to comfort Diana too, but she knew that offering would only result in punishment.

So instead, she just patiently waited for the two to pick out clothes for her and anxiously awaited her new wardrobe. Diana went over her and began picking out makeup, still casually talking with Jasmine.

"Clarie," Diana suddenly startled Clara by calling out her new nickname. "Do you like pinks, reds, or purples?"

"Well, if I had to pick... I really like purples."

Once again, Diana hummed in agreement. She really enjoyed doing that, Clara figured. As Diana was picking out lipsticks, she gravitated towards purples and some dark magentas, mixing in some subtle pinks as well. Clara appreciated the option to pick.

Diana put down the lipsticks on the desk Clara sat at. And then she shocked Clara even more by embracing her in a soft, warm hug from behind, putting her face into Clara's neck. She froze. What was Diana doing? Not that the hug didn't feel nice, but it felt very uncharacteristic for someone who essentially bought her.

"You're soft," she commented. "Very warm."

"Um... thank you." Clara paused, blinked, and then added, "I mean, thank you, Your Highness."

"Awwh, Jasmine already told you," Diana pouted, pursing her lip. "I wanted to tell you..."

"Sorry, dear," Jasmine commented. "I wanted her to treat you with the respect you deserve ASAP."

Diana still pouted. "You'd smell better with... a fruity scent. I think I have something."

She broke the embrace, leaving Clara frazzled and confused. And then the two Dommes went to keep picking out makeup, clothes, and now perfume for Clara. Of course, they left her in silence for the next 30 or so minutes.

~~

Clara must have sworn she dozed off at some point, because she was brought to attention by Jasmine slamming her hand next to Clara's face on the desk.

"Slave!" she called out, angrily.

"Ah-" Clara jumped to attention.

"You shouldn't be sleeping when we have plans with you! What kind of disrespect do you have in you?!"

"I'm - I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses," she growled. "Just don't do it again. Do you understand?"

Before Clara could respond, Diana interjected. "Now, now, dear. I'm sure she's exhausted from moving. Be nice to her for now."

"Diana... I... fine. I'm sorry I lost my temper." It was clear to Clara, though, that Diana was more so apologizing to Diana rather than to Clara. "Consider this a warning. Next time it'll have consequences," Jasmine snapped to Clara.

"Now, are you ready to see your new wardrobe?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress." Clara stood up and walked over to the cart Jasmine and Diana were showing. Clara realized she would probably be here the entire day, trying on clothes and makeup (or rather, being shown how to use makeup.)

She examined the clothes. As she in one way or another requested, the clothes were mostly in purples, however there were some pinks, reds, and even some blues thrown in. Moreover, the clothes looked like they costed hundreds, if not thousands of dollars per item. Of course, there was a selection of shoes as well, mostly with heels higher than Clara would have liked. It definitely made Clara feel insecure, as she was still wearing simply a sweater, jeans and sneakers since she got there.

Overall, Clara was amazed. All this was for her?

"Now then, let's see what looks good in terms of basics. And obviously, we'll have the final say," Diana said as she began sorting through the clothes to pull some lighter clothes out. She started with a vintage pink dress with ribbons and lace.

Diana saw the look in Clara's eyes. "Is something the matter, Clarie?" she asked, though Clara knew that there would be consequences for protesting.

"No, Your Highness, it's just, uh... I've never worn clothes like this."

"Really?" Diana asked. "Is it too late to start?"

"No! That's not... what I meant. I just..."

"Plaything," Jasmine interjected, glaring daggers at Clara. "You will wear what we tell you to wear. That was in your very legal agreement, was it not?"

"I..."

"You agreed to those rules. I expect you to follow through on them. I don't care if this isn't your usual dress, it will be from now on. Your options are to get used to it, or get used to it. Do you understand?"

"I... yes, Mistress."

"Now, apologize to Diana for scoffing in the face of her decisions."

"I'm sorry... Your Highness."

Diana couldn't help but grin and curtsy at that. "Apology accepted, Clarie. Now, are you ready to try your clothes on?"

Clara gulped. She did sign a contract, after all. "Yes... I am."

~~

It must have been hours since Clara began trying on clothes. They went through almost every single outfit combination, and it was even more difficult when Diana and Jasmine couldn't agree as to what looked best on her. ("No, the pink leggings go well with this dress, not the purple ones!" "This has too many sparkles, we need to tone it down." "Just make her wear the bigger heel, it'll look better in the long run.") Clara was honestly puzzled by what sort of look they were going for — it seemed to be between "blonde ditz", "pseudo-royalty", and "expendable, slutty slave". All in all, Clara wasn't particularly fond of these looks; every time they changed her outfit, Clara just felt more and more uncomfortable, as if she wasn't even standing in her own body anymore.

And of course, every time she dared to show her discomfort on her face, she was slapped by Jasmine (or once, Diana, so she could just see how it'd feel; it was clear she was the more gentle one, at least gentle in her own ways.)

Jasmine and Diana told her that they were planning to slowly burn all of Clara's old clothes as time went on and she became more conditioned. Clara didn't want to get slapped again so she reluctantly agreed, but inside something in her sank. The reality of the situation was sinking in.

Diana walked her through a makeup tutorial that must have taken over half an hour; all the while, she passive aggressively corrected Clara's technique, and eventually just took over herself. At least Clara had some choice in terms of makeup, she figured.

Eventually, it was over, or at least Clara thought. Jasmine and Diana turned her around to the mirror, making Clara look at herself in her new ensemble. Clara barely recognized the person standing in the mirror — she couldn't believe it was herself in the slightest.

"Do you like what you see?" Diana cooed, running a hand down Clara's side, along the lines of the dress.

"I... um... I don't..."

"You don't?" Diana echoed, hurt. "But we spent so much time and effort into making you look gorgeous. What don't you like?"

"Well, um. The clothes are really nice. Don't get me wrong, I do like them. It just... isn't what I'd usually wear."

"Well, it is now," Jasmine scoffed. "You'd better get used to that, too."

"Okay," Clara responded after a pause. "I... I like how I look."

Jasmine and Diana could probably still tell the hesitation in her voice, and Clara knew by the way the two of them were pouting. But how could she lie? She was always bad at lying, being an inherently honest person.

"Sit back down in the chair," Jasmine ordered.

"I... did I mess up?"

"Sit. Down."

Clara took the hint, and sat back down in the chair. Diana and Jasmine walked to her after, Jasmine being in front of Clara and Diana being behind her.

"What's going on?" Clara blinked.

"We're going to make this easier for you," Jasmine told her. She began rummaging through the makeup desk, going through the drawers and muttering "where is it, where is it..."

While she was doing so, Diana began playing with her hair, almost making braids for Clara despite her hair not being nearly long enough. Diana wasn't particularly pulling at Clara's hair, but she was tugging a little in some directions. Clara tried to keep her head still, not going with it; after all, she didn't know what the hell the two were doing.

Finally, Jasmine pulled out of the desk what Clara recognized as an aromatherapeutic diffuser. She'd seen one of those before, in a therapist's office, and she remembered how relaxing it was. Jasmine put it on the desk and plugged it into the outlet.

"I want you to just watch the diffuser," she began to speak as she turned it on. Bright pink smoke emitted from the diffuser as the center of it lit up various shades of red and pink, slowly drifting between the two colors. Simply looking at it made Clara relax a bit.

"Sink into the color. Just keep your eyes on it and watch its smoke fill the room, fill your vision, fill your mind," Jasmine continued speaking, her voice getting softer and more gentle, a kind of voice Clara didn't expect from her. "It's very soothing, just watching it glow, switch slowly between colors, fade from one to another..."

Clara was so enticed by the diffuser that she didn't even notice Diana beginning to actually tug and pull on her head for real. She wasn't being violent or forceful in the slightest, but as she continued to pull, Clara could feel herself being less and less able to resist her head moving around in Diana's grasp. Somehow, the tug of it was gentle and warm, as if guiding her further into the mist emitting from the lit up machine.

Clara felt herself drifting. As she did, she heard Jasmine continue to speak. "It's making you very, very tired. After all, you wouldn't want to be in this world, would you? You'd just want to be in this world of pink mist, with only pink mist around you."

And just like that, Clara began to drift into this world, a world of hot and light pink smog around her. It clouded her mind and judgement, and she felt her eyes growing heavy, feeling more relaxed by both the sight of the diffuser and her hair being pulled so gracefully.

"As you watch the mist and feel your eyes growing heavier, you find yourself descending into it. Feeling more and more sleepy, with your eyelids slowly closing, leaving the conscious world and going into your subconscious. Drifting, slowly and slowly away."

Jasmine wasn't wrong — Clara's eyelids were closing slowly. She found herself not even being able to focus on the diffuser. She was drifting further away from the waking world.

Even more so when Jasmine and Diana spoke together, two very sweet words — "And drop."

Clara sank. It was almost like she fell into the seat, her back slumping over and her head falling down. Diana let go of her hair to grab her shoulders and moved her back into an upright position, where she could still hear their soft words, speaking so kindly to her, making her more suggestible.

"Now that you're in this deep place, you find yourself hearing only my words. And you know now that this is normal, this is how things should be; you are exactly where you need to be, and who you need to be. You are ours, and that is entirely natural."

"This is normal. This is normal. This is normal."

"And you know not only that this is normal, but you also know that you are our gorgeous princess. Princesses dress in pink, in dresses, with girly makeup and nice hair. You are a gorgeous, loving princess, are you not?"

Clara didn't notice in the slightest, but she nodded. She was a princess.

"Good. Let that sink further into your mind, branding the words into your brain. And you drop again, even deeper..."

At some point, Clara completely blacked out. She heard Jasmine's words, but she couldn't make them out. All she could see was pink.

~~

"Waking up on three... two... one, wide awake and alert."

Just like that, Clara came to, as if she had woken up from a very long and nice nap. Stretching her arms, she tried to readjust herself in the chair.

Only this time, she wasn't in the chair. She was on the floor, seated, with Jasmine and Diana seated in front of her. Clara blinked. When did she get there?

The next things she noticed were that her hands felt wet and sticky. And... so did she, in her cunt against her underwear. She blushed immediately, not sure what happened and yet having a feeling.

"How do you feel?" Diana asked.

Clara took a moment to respond. She didn't know.

"She asked you a question, plaything," Jasmine urged.

"I... I feel okay. But why do I feel... uh..."

While Clara was trying to gather her thoughts, Jasmine took out her phone and opened her videos. Clara, for a bit, was curious what Jasmine was going to show her. Her face drained in horror when Jasmine played a video of Clara... touching herself, moaning louder and louder as her fingers moved faster. Her eyes were glazed over, hypnotized, in a trance as she kept fingering herself and making a mess.

She finished on the camera. Her Dommes caught all of it on camera.

"I... you... wh..."

"Is something the matter?" Jasmine asked, with the usual serious edge to her voice. "Are you trying to say we can't record you whenever we want?"

Clara wanted to scream. That wasn't in the contract, she thought! It said nothing about recording her masturbating! Her fists clenched and she could feel her face tensing up. She was angry.