Echoes of Submission

This is a side-track story, Cost of Dream, on my Facebook account about Sana’s makeover. For those who like humiliation, public humiliation, and make-overs,

Warning: This story contains nudity, humiliation, degradation, whipping, and disturbing content.

As Sana reached the house of Mrs. Stone, she met her maid, Bella.

Bella was a slim lady wearing a short French maid uniform with very light make-up and black hair in a short straight bob that reached to her mid-ear and on her head a lace maid head piece. Bella made Sana wait for the study of Mrs. Stone. After a house of waiting, Sana met with Mrs. Stone, and immediately she was told that Bella would take her to Ms. Gomez for her makeover before she could start. She also ordered Bella to get cleaned up, as she was starting to look shabby.

Soon Sana was dropped off at Mrs. Gomez by Bella, who would return when she was done with Sana.

As Sana enters the shop, she sees a small room with a table and a door behind it.

Ms. Gomez came out of the door, and Sana told her she’d been sent by Mrs. Stone. With that, Sana was guided through the door behind the table. As Sana enters, she sees that the narrow, dark passage that she saw before has now transformed into a speciously well-lit white room with five small, round platforms on the ground and comfortable chairs in front of them.

Sana was absorbing the look of the shop when Ms. Gomez ordered “Strip.”

Sana: Excuse me?

Gomez: Strip the skin and stand on the platform. I need to take your measurements.

Sana: But why do I have to strip?

Gomez twisted Sana’s ear with force and said, “Listen, girl, your just a maid and not some prestige lady that you will do as you are told and obey without a word. The more you resist, the harder it will be for you. Do I make myself clear?”

Sana, who was whining in pain, agrees, “Yes, I understand.”

Gomez lets go of Sana’s ear and says, “Good, now strip and stand on the center platform and wait for me. By the time I get back, I want you standing there naked to the skin with your feet together and your hands spread wide. I hope you know what’s good for you.

With that, Ms. Gomez disappeared through the side of the room, leaving Sana to remove her clothes. Sana felt vulnerable as she started to undress. Sana, with shaking hands, opened the zip at the back and pulled up the single-piece uniform, exposing her dark-skinned body. Sana’s face turned red as she slipped off the white stocking from her feet. She was practically naked, standing there in her plain white cotton bra and pants. Sana couldn’t gather the courage any further as she stood on the cold tiled floor in her plain white cotton bra and pants, but the striving pain in her ear echoed the word of Ms. Gomez, “Naked to the Skin.” Sana could hear the clicking of the heels from a distance. She quickly removed her bra and slipped off her pants, making them join the pile with her clothes on the floor. She stood up on a small, round platform as Ms. Gomez had ordered her to wait for her.

As Sana waited, exposed and helpless, her mind started to play with scary thoughts: what if someone else came in? What if her friends or one of her old employees came? How would Ms. Gomez treat her as she stood there as a mere object?

Soon the clicking sound of heels starts to get closer, and Ms. Gomes walks out with a diary, a pen in her head, and measuring tape laying around her neck like a snake. Gomez places the diary on Sana’s head and says in a commanding voice, “Don’t drop it.” With that, the measuring started, as she would measure as she wrote in the diary and would also mark on Sana’s body where the parts would be. While measuring, Ms. Gomez insults Sana for having a hair bush down there and in her underarms and makes a disgusted face, making Sana feel more humiliated than she already felt.

After measuring, Ms. Gomez again disappeared, leaving Sana still standing there as she left her. On returning to Gomez, the things in her hand had been replaced with a filthy-looking garment.

Gomez: Get down here and wear this. (throws the garment on her face) and steps down; from there, it’s not a stage.

Sana starts to climb down the platform, feels the cold floor, and picks up the garment that she was given to wear. As she opens the garment, she sees that it is a small gown that has worn out over time. The smell of the chemicals makes Sana’s nose burn, but she has no other option but to obey.

As Sana starts to wear it, she notices that it has several stains of different colors and is a bit smaller for her. As she tries to wear the garment, she realizes that this gown is not going to give full coverage as it is a size smaller for her and the length is very small, exposing half of her hips and the bush in front, which she humiliated just a few minutes ago.

Sana felt more ashamed as she wore it than she felt while being naked.

Gomez: Come follow me.

Quietly, the girl follows Ms. Gomez through another door, and Sana’s eyes widen as she takes in the unexpected sight. The door led to an open area that was like a stage, with the salon chair placed in the center of the public park. She felt a surge of anxiety and humiliation as she realized she would be on display while receiving her makeover.

Seeing this, Sana begged Gomez to please not make her sit there with the reliving gown, but Ms. Gomez walked to her and landed a hard slap on her face. “You will sit here and get your new look, whether you like it or not.”

Sana, with the motivation from the hard slap, tried to walk slowly to the chair when she realized by the cold wind touching her hips that she was half naked, causing her to pull the already tight gown and run to sit in the chair to avoid giving a look to the public in the park.

Now, as Sana sits in the chair facing the public park to protect herself, Ms. Gomes takes a small stool and places it in front of Sana and sits on it. By pulling a lever, the chair reclined backwards, making Sana lay straight. Ms. Gomes lifted the little fabric of the gown covering and made Sana spread her legs and rest them on the arm rest of the chair. Now Sana’s private part was completely visible. After that, Ms. Gomez started applying shaving cream to the bush of hair, making a thick white pile with the help of a shaving brush.

Gomez: Now don’t you dare to move, till I say.

With that, Ms. Gomez opens the straight razor and puts in a brand new blade. The razor touches just above the bush, and the first pass is made, making it scrape off the hair and leaving fresh white skin behind. Ms. Gomez takes her time as she expertly shaves with each pass. Sana felt as if Ms. Gomez was enjoying this more and more. Ms. Gomez pulled the tight virgin lips apart and shaved the edges, making them completely hairless. Once the shaving was completed, Gomez rubbed her hand to make sure no hair was left before making a few small passes to be sure.

The lever was pulled again, and the chair jumped into an upright position, making Sana practically sit on the arm rest of the chair. Sana tried to lower her legs, but the howling eyes of Ms. Gomez stopped her, and Sana stayed sitting in an awkward position, giving a full display of between her legs to the public park. Then Ms. Gomez made her lift her hands above her head, making the hairy armpits appear. Thick shaving cream was applied again and shaved, making Sana feel like a baby girl again.

“That’s much better.” Ms. Gomez says this while biting her own lip. “Now stay like this; I need to check on your uniform.”.

San wanted to sit properly, but the fear of Ms. Gomez wouldn’t let her. As Sana sat there, a crowd started to gather, whistling, calling names, and passing comments to make it more humiliating for Sana.

Ms. Gomez returns with a sly smile on her face and says, “I see you giving a good show to your fans. Why not give them a complete show?”

Before Sana could process what Ms. Gomez meant, she felt a pair of hands holding the fabric of the gown from each side and pulling them apart, exposing Sana’s breasts to the crowd.

Sana quickly tried to lower her head to cover herself, but Ms. Gomez was faster as she held her hands on top of her head.

Sana in tears: Please, please stop; please don’t do this to me.

Gomez said in a stern voice, Listen, girl, you are not here to be pampered or live the life of your dream; you are here to be shown what it’s like to live in the Stone residence. You’re going to let them see it and enjoy it, whether you like it or not.

A hard slap was delivered as Sana could feel the long nails of Ms. Gomez digging into the skin of her hands. Sana kept beginning, but in return, she kept getting slapped on her face, her breast, and even on her pussycat.

Gomez: surrender girl. It will make it easier.

After a long try at begging for mercy and receiving lots of slaps, “I surrender, please, no more, please,” cries Sana.

Ms. Gomez: Good girl, now just sit here and let the crowd enjoy the show. Infect, why don’t you invite them by putting up a show for them? Let them see you smile.

Sana forced a smile on her face while crying as the crowd kept passing comments and enjoyed her vulnerability.

Ms. Gomez let go of her hand, but Sana kept them up, still crying with a forced smile at her helplessness.

After some time, Ms. Gomez announces, “Shows over guys, time for us to get back to work, but don’t worry, she will be back shortly.” With a swift movement of the hand, the chair starts to spin, and then she makes it stop facing the wall on her right.

Ms. Gomez: Sit up straight.

Sana is still in shock and is crying as she starts to sit up straight. In the chair, the wall was made like a salon station, having everything a salon would have but a mirror.

Ms. Gomez opens a drawer, takes out a small dress with lace trims at the end, and starts to tie it tightly around Sana’s neck, draping it over her shoulders. It didn’t provide any sort of protection, just more discomfort and humiliation. Without saying anything, Ms. Gomez picks up the scissors and starts making rough cuts, cutting long chunks of Sana’s hair and throwing them in her lap, but she also makes sure that Sana can see her chopped hair before they fall in her lap and create a pile.

After ruthless chopping, Sana’s hair was in a messy wolf cut style until her neck, but Ms. Gomez was not yet done. She picked up the spray of water, combed, and started spraying and combing till the hair was drenched and dripping water. Sana, who was still in shock and crying over her experience, was not able to see how she looked.

Ms. Gomez placed the spray back on the counter and got to work. As she kept combing and cutting, more hair started to fall, and Sana could feel her head getting lighter and lighter as more hair kept falling all around the chair. Finally, she put the scissors and comb down and admired her work as she played with short hair on top of Sana’s head.

“You just need to change your hair color, and then you will be all set to get into your new uniform,” says Ms. Gomez with an evil smile.

As she starts to mix the paste in a bowl before applying it to Sana’s hair, she spins the chair again, making Sana face the public park again, and starts applying the smelly paste to her head. Once the head is properly covered, “You enjoy the view while you wait, and I’ll go and check on your uniform,” Ms. Gomez says in a teasing tone before she goes back into her shop.

Sana waits for the chemicals to work while she sits in the chair with open breasts, wearing a small cape with lace on the edge, while her chopped hair rests in her lap and her head is covered in a light blue paste.

She can see people pointing at her, laughing, whistling, and cursing as they pass by or stop to have a look at her.

After several minutes or hours of waiting, Ms. Gomez came back and said, “Let’s get you washed up, shall we?” With that, Sana was made to stand. Ms. Gomez removed the cape and the small gown she was wearing and used a hose of icy cold water. As the water made contact with Sana, she screamed and tried to avoid it, but Ms. Gomez kept screaming and ordering her to wash her hair while she kept hosing her, finally stopping once Sana was all clean, shivering, and trying to cover herself.

“I’ll let you dry a little bit before we go in and get you all dressed up in your pretty little uniform,” Ms. Gomez says as she sits in the salon chair, watching Sana shiver after a cold wash. Once Sana was dried, she was made to follow inside, and a new uniform was handed out. First, she was given a black low-cut push-up bra and matching lacy thongs; they looked beautiful but were most uncomfortable to wear. Next, she was given white stockings with a corset, followed by a short black color and white lace with puffy sleeves and a stiff high collar, forcing her to keep a high head. Finally, a small apron was given to give it the complete look of a maid, and finally, a pair of 6-inch black heels.

Once Sana was ready, she was guided to a full-length mirror. As soon as she saw herself in it, she was not able to recognize herself. The girl who stood in the mirror was totally different from the girl who walked in a few hours ago. The girl she saw was a short blonde pixie cut wearing a tight, short maid uniform with high heels. She couldn’t believe her eyes; the girl in the mirror was her.

As Sana was still looking in the mirror, the door entering the shop opened, and Bella walked in. As Sana turned to see, she was shocked. They both wore identical uniforms and looked identical, but the only difference they had was their hair. Sana had a short blonde pixie cut, whereas Bella had a short black mid-ear-length bob with bangs.

Bella looked at Sana from top to bottom and then turned to Ms. Gomez and said, “Mrs. Stone wants me to get cleaned up as I have started to look shabby.” Ms. Gomez just nodded and said, “You know what to do.”

Without a word, Bella starts to strip, becomes naked, and starts to follow Ms. Gomez, while Sana, dressed as a maid, is made to follow, taking them back to the park-facing salon where Sana was tormented just a few minutes ago. Bella, being naked, still walks with the same grace and elegance she walked in her maid uniform, while Sana is still scared and feels humiliated even when dressed as a maid.

As they entered the salon area, Sana was told to stand in a corner, and Ms. Gomez went into the drawer, while Bella, who walked gracefully towards the chair, sat in it.

“Open or close?” says Bella. Ms. Gomez, who was walking to the back of the chair, said “closed” while biting her lip in a lustful manner.

Bella sat with her legs closed and kept looking to a distance without an expression on her face. The same cape that was used on Sana was now being tied around Bella’s neck. Once it was done, Ms. Gomez pushed Bella’s head down until the chin was touching the cape, then started the clippers and pushed them upwards, all the way into the hair.

Sana watched in horror; her face turned white. How can Bella let this happen to herself? “This is called obedience, Sana. You have to learn if you want your life to be easy.” Says Ms. Gomez while keeping Bella’s head buzzing away. After buzzing half of Bella’s head, Ms. Gomez says, “Come, Sana, now it’s your turn. Finish her haircut.”

As Sana watched in a mix of horror and fascination, Ms. Gomez handed her the clippers. “Finish her haircut,” she ordered, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. Sana’s hands trembled as she took the clippers, unsure of what to do. But with a glance at Bella’s impassive face, she began to buzz away the remaining hair, trying to mimic Ms. Gomez’s movements.

The sound of the clippers filled the air, and Sana felt a sense of detachment, as if she were merely a puppet following Ms. Gomez’s twisted script. Once the haircut was complete, Ms. Gomez inspected Bella’s head, running her fingers over the smooth, buzzed surface. “Perfect,” she purred, and she took the clippers from Sana.

Ms. Gomez whips up a bowl of shaving cream and starts to spread it over Bella’s head, who was still sitting motionless with her head still down. Once the head was fully covered with the cream, Ms. Gomez picked up a straight-edge razor and started shaving.

With each small stroke, the cream was removed along with small stubbles, making the skin look white.

The shaving was an intense, slow process, making sure no hair was left.

Once the shaving was down, Ms. Gomez picked up a bottle of brown liquid and took plenty of it in her hand and rugged both of her heads before rubbing on Bella’s freshly shaved head, “AfterShave,” and placing both her hands on Bella’s head and rubbing.

As Ms. Gomez rubbed the aftershave into Bella’s freshly shaved head, Bella’s eyes widened in shock. Suddenly, a searing burn spread across her scalp, and she let out a loud scream. Ms. Gomez’s expression turned cold and unforgiving. “Silence!” she barked, her voice dripping with malice. “You know the rules, Bella. No noise.”

Bella’s scream was cut short, and she clenched her teeth, trying to endure the burning sensation. But it was too late. Ms. Gomez had already decided on her punishment. “Ten lashes,” Ms. Gomez announced, her voice devoid of emotion. “You know why, Bella. You made a sound.”

Bella nodded, her eyes downcast. She knew the rules. Making a sound means punishment. She didn’t protest or beg for mercy. Instead, she stood up and walked to the designated punishment area, her head still burning from the aftershave.

Ms. Gomez followed, a whip in her hand. Bella positioned herself, her back straight and her hands clasped behind her back. The first lash struck, and Bella flinched but remained silent. The next nine lashes followed, each one leaving a red stripe on Bella’s back.

Throughout the punishment, Sana watched in horror, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and rebellion. But for now, she remained frozen, unable to intervene.

Once the punishment was complete, Ms. Gomez turned to Sana. “You see, Sana, obedience is key. Bella knows the rules. She accepts her punishment without question.”

Sana nodded, trying to process the scene she had just witnessed. She knew she had to be careful to avoid making any sounds or mistakes that would incur Ms. Gomez’s wrath.

“Now, girls, that we are all done here, we should get back inside, and Bella should quickly get dressed,” says Ms. Gomez. By the time Bella was dressed, Ms. Gomez handed both girls a maid tiara and told them to put it on.

As both the maids were now ready, they were made to thank Ms. Gomez for her services and were sent to their home.