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Chapter 8

Keira, no that wasn't right - Kira was in a daze as she walked down the street. She had just left the salon, hugging Ava on the way out. She was practically giggling and had to fight the urge to run her hands through her hair. She didn't want to ruin all the hard work Ava had done. She felt good, she felt confident, Kira could feel it in the way she held herself, the way she felt like she was walking with purpose in her heels. She could tell people were glancing at her, normally Keira would have hated that, but today Kira loved it. If this was how a trip to the salon made you feel, she understood how other women could spend, so much money, so often doing it. Of course, she didn't have to pay anything; this morning had been a treat from Daddy. 

Kira was feeling a bit tipsy from the champagne, she only had two glasses over several hours, but she had also neglected to eat breakfast that morning and was feeling the effect slightly. Since she was not going blonde Kira had finished at the Salon sooner than expected so still had time before whatever Daddy had planned next. She decided he could also treat her to a coffee and croissant. The coffee shop was busy with people coming and going and Kira couldn't help but notice how people were treating her differently. Women looked at her up and down, judging and evaluating, men's eyes automatically going to her breasts and then her face. Kira knew that right now she looked amazing and it felt great. 

The battery in her toy had died as she was leaving the salon, but it didn't matter she could still feel the thrum through her vagina at the attention she was getting. One man stopped to hold the door open as she entered and Kira couldn't help but flash him a wide smile as she passed "Like oh my god, thank you so much, that's so sweet." When she passed, Kira couldn't help but put a little extra sway in her step, she didn't know why but she wanted to see if she could keep his eyes on her. Kira couldn't conceal her smirk when she turned her head and saw he was checking out her ass. Kira's imagination went into overdrive. She could imagine herself walking back over him, biting her lower lip as she put his hands on her ass saying 'You like what you see?'

Kira was taken from the daydream as the barista called "next" and for a brief moment, Keira flashed back to the forefront of her mind. A wave of panic washed over her. 'What the fuck was she doing? This wasn't her, she should be at work, not wasting her time at a salon and fantasizing about flirting with men, this had gone way too far. She wanted to just run out of the coffee shop and for her life to go back to normal. Keira turned her head to look for the exit but instead caught her reflection in the mirror behind the counter. Before she could realise what was happening she had instinctively started looking at herself. Turning her head to make sure she still looked good. Keira could feel a wave of pleasure wash over her, with her thoughts shifting to, 'I do look really good, might need to fix my lipstick soon'. She looked at her nails, turning her hand over to check them out from different angles, she even caught a glimpse of her new piercing. 'Maybe it wasn't so bad, it could defo look sexy with a crop top - not that she owned any. Anyway, no one needed to know about it. It wasn't like she wore anything that showed her midriff.' She thought. Keira could feel herself relax again. She wanted to at least try and enjoy today, not because Daddy wanted her to or at least not just because Daddy wanted her to, but because part of her wanted to enjoy it too. 

Kira was back on the street coffee in hand when Daddy's message arrived she had opted for an Iced Horchata instead of Keira's normal black Americano, today was about treats and feeling good.  

[Be honest Princess, don't you feel much better after your treat?] Keira hated to admit it, but the truth was she did. This morning at the salon was the first time all week that she hadn't felt like a bundle of nerves, stressed about work or what was going on in her life. She even had to admit she loved her look, the slight curl of her hair and the way it bounced as she walked. She loved catching glimpses of herself, her nails, the strange, but pleasant feeling of the belly button piercing as it swayed when she moved. 

Keira knew she would need to reply to Daddy. Part of her wanted to lie and tell him that she had hated the whole experience and would never do it again, but that wouldn't be what he wanted to hear. He would probably be quicker to let his guard down and make a mistake if he felt like whatever he was doing was working. Plus, what was the harm in telling him the truth, she'd just had her hair and nails done, other women do that all the time. 

[i mean yeah ok... i like luv it Daddy, i like sort of cant stop looking at myself x] Where did the 'x' come from? Had she meant to do that? Maybe she was being Kira a little too much. 

[It's just a shame your outfit is letting down the whole look.]  Keira was taken aback when she read the message. Daddy for the most part had been sweet to her, and she realised up to this point had never lied to her. Keira could feel her stress and panic come back, it hit like a bus, but this time it wasn't about work, it was about her clothes. God, Daddy was right. Her fashion sense really was awful. No wonder all those people had been looking at her, they weren't checking her out at all because they thought she looked good, they'd probably been silently laughing at her. At how pathetic her outfit was. How could she have been so stupid! Keira felt like she was having a panic attack, her stomach was twisting into knots. She felt ill. It was like the klaxon ringing in her ear.

[But don't worry about that Princess, we're going to fix it today.] The message from Daddy came through with a pin to an up-market shopping centre not far away. [Would Princess like Daddy to spoil her with new clothes, that match her new look? The new and better Princess we are awaking?] Keira had never felt the need to respond to a message from Daddy more in her life. She needed this feeling to stop, she just wanted to go back to feeling good again. She deserved to be happy, even for just a little bit after the week she had been having. Kira's mind was engulfed in conflict between being embarrassed by what she was wearing and getting turned on thinking about all the sexy stuff Daddy was going to buy her. 

[yes Daddy pls pls pls i like rly need new stuff. I like hate what i'm wearing]  Keira knew what she had just sent, and she couldn't even pretend to herself that it was some trick to appease Daddy. In that moment she would have done anything to look like the girls she had spent all week studying online, like all the women Daddy had sent her pictures of. She needed her outfit to match her face. 

[Good girl] Keira felt instant relief, it strangely felt good to be so open and honest with Daddy. She felt giddy inside thinking about all the new stuff she was going buy, all the new styles she was going to try out. Her mind was flipping through all the different items she had spent so much time browsing, all the different dresses, tops, tight trousers and accessories Daddy was going to buy her. Her vagina was practically dripping thinking about it. [Daddy is so proud of the steps you're taking, but I want you to admit this is what you really want. That you are enjoying this, that you love how good it's making you feel.] It was like he was in her mind, Keira had to sit down on a bench to process what Daddy was asking. Did she want this? Was she enjoying it? The realisation that the answer was yes, came surprisingly easy. 

[yes Daddy]

[I want you to type it out to me. I want you to tell me what you enjoy about it.] Keira just started typing she wasn't even really thinking, she didn't need to, it just came flowing out, the voice in her head not quite her own, an amalgamation of her own and how she imagined Daddy sounded. 

[omg, its true it rly is i like luv it. I luv how i look rite now, but not like my yucky clothes, i luv my makeup i luvdoing my makeup, making myself look better. I luv feeling this horny, i like didnt at the start but it like just feels rite now. i cant like explain it but i need to look my best] Keira hit send without reading back what she had written. 

[That makes Daddy so happy to hear. I can't wait to see what you pick for your new wardrobe. There are a few new rules that you will want to follow when shopping from now on. You must always ask yourself is this sexy? Will this make a man want to fuck me? Will this make a man want to have your lips wrapped around his cock? Will this show off my tits, will this make my ass look good? Going forward you'll get a thrill and turned on knowing that everything you now own, was chosen by me and paid for by me. Good girls like you deserve to be spoiled after all.] Reading the message Kira could feel her orgasm building she couldn't stop the thoughts of men fucking her, of her sucking them off and how good it would feel. The thought of men looking at her and wanting to fuck her, of all the sexy clothes Daddy was going to spoil her with. Kira's watch started buzzing and sounding the warning she was too close to cumming.   

[I can tell you liked that Princess, but you have to remember you're not allowed to cum without my permission.] Kira knew it was true, just because she had admitted to herself how much she was enjoying this didn't mean she wanted Daddy to publish her nudes. She had to get herself under control. She stood up and started pacing the pavement to try and get herself under control, but even her jeans touching her felt too good. Kira suddenly became aware of her new piercing as it jangled and all she could think about was how sexy it looked and how glad she was Daddy made her get it. She couldn't wait to show it off. It wasn't until she saw herself reflected in a storefront window that she was able to calm herself. Ironically it was what she was wearing that finally quelled her arousal. There was nothing sexy about how she looked. Something she would never do again. Kira caught her breath and texted Daddy. 

[its like ok ive got it under control x] 

[Good girl, why don't you take 5 before you start shopping?]  Kira could feel her anger with Daddy come rolling back. Sure he had his sweet moments, but if he thought she was spending a second longer than she had to in this outfit she would show him. The arrogance of thinking he could get her wait was appalling, he knew how important it was, how much she desperately needed to get out these clothes. Anyway, she wouldn't have needed to take the 5 minutes if he would only let her cum. Sure constantly feeling horny was starting to feel pretty great, but Kira knew what she could handle and certainly didn't need Daddy to tell her otherwise.

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Kira practically ran with giddy excitement as fast as her heels would allow to the first clothing store she could find. She hunted the racks as quickly as she could for A. something Daddy would approve. B. something that would make men want to fuck her and C. Something that was appropriate for shopping in. The afternoon was growing hot and Kira knew she wanted something that would show off her legs, she knew guys found legs sexy. Kira couldn't help but think how much hotter it would have been in the coffee shop if the guy had been able to get a better look at her ass. She decided at that moment, that from now on, except for when she was in the gym she was only going to wear heels. It only made sense, they made your legs and ass look so much hotter. 

Kira knew she would be busy replacing her whole wardrobe so she opted for a pair of denim shorts, with a Gucci belt, a white tee and a pair of black heeled boots, finished off with a pair of sunglasses. Kira could feel herself getting more turned on as Daddy approved each item she sent him a picture of. 

[That's so sexy Princess, I like it. Good girl.]

Part of her was alarmed at letting a man have so much say over how she should dress, but it was hard to deny how turned on it was making her, knowing that she could look this sexy, knowing that Daddy and other men would want to fuck her - not that she would ever let them, she wasn't that kind of girl - it just made her feel powerful and confident knowing that she could make them want to. 

Kira got an intoxicating thrill when using Daddy's card to pay, she knew her toy was tucked away safely in her handbag, but she could almost swear she could feel a vibration in her vagina when her phone dinged to confirm the payment. 

Kira could barely contain her excitement as she made her way to the changing room. The urge to get out of her ugly clothes was too strong, the desire too great. Kira was practically out of her old clothes by the time she had locked the changing room door, she never wanted to feel them against her skin again, they repulsed her. It was then that Kira got her first proper look at her new belly button jewellery. As she gently played with it she decided that she actually quite liked it. It looked so hot with her developing tan. Pulling on her new clothes, Kira felt like her whole body was pulsing with excitement. It was undeniable that she looked instantly better, every time she turned to look at her body from a different angle she could feel herself getting wetter, getting more turned on just by the thrill of knowing she could look this hot.  

Kira wasn't aware when her hand had moved from adjusting her hair to the inside of her pants, but she didn't care it felt too good to rub while looking at herself, to revel in the pleasure of looking and feeling your best. To imagine all those hungry eyes that were going to be on her. Kira reluctantly slipped her hand out, knowing she was getting too close to the edge. She wanted to just look at herself and run her hands over her body but knew it would be dangerous. Kira's mind was split at that moment with one half desperate orgasm and the other revelling in always feeling this horny, this turned-on, this happy and in love with her own body. What would happen if or when Daddy finally gave her permission to cum? Kira pushed the thought from her head. Today wasn't about worry or stress, today was about being happy, looking her best and being spoiled by Daddy. When she finally exited the changing room, she left her old clothes discarded in a pile. 

The rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of shops, picking out stuff for every occasion she could think of - work, the gym date nights, the list was endless. Did she really need that many clubbing dresses considering she hadn't set foot in a nightclub in like 5 years? Probably not, but they were just so pretty, and she knew she would look so hot in them.  

Kira hadn't bothered looking at the price of anything Daddy was buying her, but she was sure she had probably spent far more than her annual salary. She fell in love with the Louboutins the moment she saw them, they cost half her monthly salary alone, but when she sent Daddy a picture of the black So Kates, he insisted she get the nude ones along with the Botta Alta and a matching handbag. They were so pretty Kira couldn't resist taking a picture with them while trying on new outfits. She knew Daddy had access to her phone so was careful not to show too much anytime she took one. The last thing she needed was to give him more material.

With each new outfit, Kira was in a daze, half not believing it was really her and half finally feeling like herself. After each transaction, Kira expected the card Daddy and put on her phone to stop working, but it never did and each time a payment went through a wave of giddy pleasure washed over her. 

Kira ended up buying so much stuff that she had to use a courier service to drop the bags off at her home. It wasn't until she finally got home that she realized just how much she got. Her apartment was filled with bags. Designer labels littered the floor.

Kira now had more clothes and shoes than she knew what to do with. It was more than double what Daddy had made her throw out. She was going to have to figure out where she was going to put everything as she was sure they would never all fit in her wardrobe. 

It wasn't until she was going through all the sexy new clothes that she noticed an extra parcel, and it was something she didn't buy. It was a package wrapped in gold paper and tied in a bow with a thick ribbon. It was another surprise from Daddy. 

END OF CHAPTER 8