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On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2

fetish Chameleongirl 2018-02-22

"What are you going to do?" Michelle asked, now grabbing her long locks and guarding them from Nathan, covering her breasts with them. "Just sit." Anticipating the worst, Michelle sat down anyway, but held her hair in the front with both hands, as if to defend her tresses from a pair of shiny shears that Nathan quickly produced. Firmly, Nathan placed one hand on top of her head, pushing it down forward, so that her chin was pressed against her chest, face looking at the beads of water falling from her eyes onto her bare lap. A slow, deliberate smile crept across her face as she reached up to touch the clipper shaved back of her head, fingers moving through the abbreviated hair, not curly any longer, but straight, golden with a slight wave in the front where the tresses hung to her lips.

On Display: A Mannequin Fetish Ch. 03

fetish Chameleongirl 2018-02-09

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 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. 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. 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.

On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 1

fetish Chameleongirl 2018-02-01

"I didn't bring one, but I'll be happy to email it if you'd like." The store clerk seemed pleased by Michelle's enthusiasm and eagerness, though in taking a careful look at her appearance, it did not seem that she would be a good fit for such a specialized boutique. "It's good to see you here Michelle," said Cecilia, the lady with the angled short black hair, now wearing a long red sweater dress that appeared to be cashmere. In a lavender floral print dress and dark purple heels, Michelle confidently admired her display work as a very attractive couple entered the store; a man and a woman in their mid-twenties.