Debbie Part 7

Is that understood?" Debbie nodded fearfully as the limo pulled up to the curb: "Mistress, yes, Mistress". "One more thing slave," Mistress said, "When we step outside this limo, you will address me as "Miss Chamberlain" and nothing else. Understood?" Debbie understood. "Good. Let's go." As they stepped out on the road and up on the sidewalk, Debbie suddenly became very conscious of her femininity.

It was the first time she was outside dressed as woman, looking for that matter just like a woman and she was very self-conscious about it. She felt like everybody was looking at her. This was only half-true. At least half the people were looking at Mistress, but she was absolutely right that people were looking at her. Some women were casting envious looks at the sexy babe with long legs and high-heels, her tits bouncing beneath her shirt, but most were just ogling her. As she followed Mistress into the very posh-looking beauty parlor, she caught the look of a woman casting her an openly lustful look. The look only increased in intensity as Mistress grabbed her hand and pulled her into the beauty parlor. Once inside she was surrounded by hairdressers who had obviously been expecting Mistress and herself. In no time she was placed in a chair and while one person cut her hair (without asking her how she wanted it), two others gave her a manicure. She had been very sexy looking when she stepped into the shop, but now she was on her way to having an element of class added to her looks.

Debbie was thoroughly enjoying the treatment when she noticed a woman coming into the beauty parlor. The woman walked over to Mistress, who was sitting reading a magazine while she drank a cup of latte. As they began talking, Debbie recognized her. It was the woman who had eyed her openly when they had crossed the curb. She looked to be in her late forties with beautiful blonde hair coming down on her shoulders. She wore a red turtleneck sweater under a reddish-brown jacket, a black skirt and black high-heeled shoes.