Britney Spears is a sex slave to Paris pt11

Paris had one thing left to do to seal her total control over Britney. She would force her to do something so hideous, so outrageous, so humiliating, so demeaning and degrading that it would HAVE to be the straw to break the camel’s back. If this didn’t drive Britney over the edge, nothing would.
She called the naked Britney into the TV room and sat her down. “Skank, today you will show your total devotion to me. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” replied Britney without hesitation.
“Today I want you to go to a tattoo parlor and you will do two things for me. First, you will shave your head in front of whoever is there. Second, you will get two tattoos. One will be just above that slutty cunt of yours and it will read, “I (heart) Paris”. The second tattoo will be at the base of your hairline on the back of your freshly shaven head. It will be a barcode of your slave number.”
After weeks of intense training, Britney barely hesitated. She had become zombie-like the past few days and nothing seemed to faze her. Her brain was filled with so many horrifying images, two more hardly made a dent.
Her daily routine had become “normal” behavior for her. Living off 4 or less hours of sleep a night became ordinary. Shaving her body daily was standard operating procedure so why would shaving her head be any different?
Performing twice daily affirmations of her love and devotion for Paris reinforced her desire to WANT the tattoos. Paris’ demand didn’t feel like a demand at all. It seemed like a simple request that Britney would be happy to do for her beloved Paris.
It was Paris, after all, who made everything possible. If it weren’t for Paris, how would she get along? How would she care for herself or her boys if Paris weren’t there?
Britney continued to rationalize Paris’ request for several minutes as she gathered her clothes and stepped out the front door to get dressed. In recent days it had been Paris who signed the affidavit acknowledging that Britney had made her cum. It had become a nightly ritual for them to return home after hours of clubbing and like usual Britney would strip naked before entering the house. She would go straight to the boy’s room and kneel. As soon as Paris entered the room Britney would bow and show homage to the blonde heiress. Britney would quietly start to beg and plead with Paris to allow her to make her cum.
Paris really enjoyed forcing Britney to lick her pussy while her boys slept mere feet away. She liked to drag things out until Britney’s own pussy was soaked and ready. Paris would make Britney crawl across the room on her belly and lick her boots or shoes before removing them and sucking on her toes. Paris made sure Britney cleaned her feet well, especially between her toes. Feeling Britney’s warm tongue slather between her toes always sent chills right to her pussy.
Paris would force Britney to lick and kiss her way up both legs before removing whatever clothing she had on. Having the mother of the two sleeping boys strip her naked was exhilarating to Paris. She loved the excitement of being naked in a room with two sleeping little ones who might wake up any second. The shock this would cause them was what made Paris’ pussy ooze the most.
Once Paris was naked, she forced Britney to suck and lick her pussy and ass as she assumed various positions. Paris liked to stand and lean over the babies crib while Britney licked her pussy from below. She also liked to spread her legs and support her upper body on Sean’s bed as Britney licked her pussy and ass from behind. Paris had many wonderful orgasms at Britney’s expense.
Before she left for the tattoo parlor, Britney only had one question for Paris, “What will I tell them if they ask me why I’m shaving my head?”
“Tell them you’re tired of people touching you,” answered Paris matter-of-factly.
Britney wore a hoody to the tattoo shop and immediately upon entry looked around. The place was full of patrons and a half dozen or so employees. She told them she was here to get a couple tattoos.
She looked around once again and saw that everyone in the place was staring at her. She’d gotten used to people staring over the years, so it was no big deal. She picked up a set of clippers, looked in the mirror and began to shave her head.
A collective gasp emanated from the tattoo parlor as people watched in horror as Britney shaved off row after row of her naturally golden locks. The place was abuzz with shocked commentary and whispers.