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Dawn's Perfect Little Slayer	By : ToughLove Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Dawn/Faith Views: 38745 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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AN: To those nay-sayers, in my defence, a) wait for the ending! :D b) in this story unlike my others, Faith has willingly submitted to her mistress rather than being forced c) Dawn isn’t anywhere as rough on Faith as Joyce and Willow were, nor does she share her around to anyone and everyone like they did, although she does like to display her.
Still, thanks for all the reviews, loving it!
7.
“Now that’s finished with, we can shop until we drop!”
“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith mumbled as she followed after her girl-friend. Faith had never much liked shopping, and now, with her body aching after all the tattooing, hair removal, and piercing, she felt even less like it, especially considering what Dawnie had in mind for her. But what Dawn said went, ‘cause that’s what happened when you willingly submitted to an owner.
“Oh wait,” Dawn stopped by the side of a photo booth and giggled. “I’ve had the naughtiest idea.” Dawn turned to her, a growing smirk spreading across her face. “I want you to go in there, strip completely naked, sit on the stool, grab your pigtails and pull them to the sides, while pushing your tits up and blowing a kiss at the camera. Then when the first photo is taken, turn to the right, place your arm nearest the camera over and behind your head so the camera can photograph the tattoo there, then turn to the left, and do the same. Then for the last photograph,” Dawn giggled again, “I want you to kneel up on the stool and push your butt up at the camera, so we get a picture of your lovely tattoo there.” Dawn looked at her. “Well, what are you waiting for? We haven’t all day.”
“Yes, Ms. Summers,” Faith hurried into the booth, pulling the curtain closed behind her. The sultry Slayer stripped naked, her heart racing at the humiliation to come. Once nude she sat on the seat, took her pigtails in her hands and pulled on them, her back arching as she pushed her bare breasts at the camera. The moment the camera flashed she moved, turning towards the wall, placing her hand behind her head, and awaiting the camera’s second flash. The moment the photo was taken she moved position again, duplicating it with a turn to the left. Once that photo was taken, the busty Bostonian knelt up on the stool, leaned forward and grabbed the stool’s rear, the Slayer’s newly pierced tits dangling down, nipples hardening in the booth’s cool as she pushed her tattooed tushy up at the camera, waiting for it to take a photographic record of her body modification.
The moment the camera flashed, Faith rose, and quickly dressed before hurrying back out to her waiting mistress. “Come on sweetie, time to go shopping.”
Faith’s forehead furrowed. “What about the photos?”

“Oh don’t worry about them!” Dawn threw her hands up. “They can be a treat for whoever uses the booth next!” Dawn giggled. “Who knows who’ll pick them up!”
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Dawn led Faith into a Victoria’ Secret where they were met by an executive-looking woman wearing glasses in her mid-thirties. “Hello, ma’am,” the woman deferred to Dawn as the obvious dom of the couple, “how might I help you?”
“My girl-friend’s having a make-over,” Dawn explained. “Rebuilding her from the ground up.”
“If I may be so bold, there seems to be very little wrong with the young lady in question,” the thirty-something beamed at Faith.
“There’s always room for improvement,” Dawn replied with a grin.

“True enough,” the woman smiled politely. “Now what exactly are we working with?”
Dawn turned to Faith, grinned and clicked her fingers. The curvy Slayer instantly stripped, drawing eyes from throughout the brightly-lit store. “That’s what you have to work with.”
The woman licked her lips before looking towards Dawn again. “And what,” the shop worker’s voice trembled, “exactly do you have in mind?”
“Well,” Dawn turned to Faith and slowly, so slowly looked her girl-friend up and down. “We’ll start with bras I think. Bright colours only, yellow, pink, white, that sort of thing, satin, lace, sheer, lace silk, and just push-ups, cupless, or front closure.”
The woman nodded. “If you’ll just wait here.”
Dawn beamed. “We’re not going anywhere.”
The normally poised Slayer flushed bright red as she stood in the centre of the shop, its hustle and bustle carrying on around her, many of the customers moving in close to have a better look before fluttering away, muttering a variety of jealousy-fuelled disapproving comments. And then the shop-owner returned. “I trust you’ve got a lot of money, because I’ve got a lot of stock that would look simply divine on this little beauty!”
“Don’t worry about that,” Dawn showed the woman her credit cards.
“Excellent,” the woman produced a virgin white cup-less bra with matching lace panties and suspenders, followed by a canary yellow lace bra with tassles dangling from it and a matching g-string, “we have some more cupless sets, but they’re all in black.”
“Oh no,” Dawn shook her head as she squeezed the Slayer’s ass, “this girl is all light colours from now on!”
“Very well,” the woman nodded before passing Dawn a white push-up with a hook in its front decorated with pink hearts. Next came a bright purple French lace push-up with a matching, sequined g-string. And then there was a white push-up and a matching g-string, both gleaming with rhinestones.

“Oh they’re just divine!” Dawn clapped. “What do you think Faithie?”
Faith hadn’t seen anything more revoltingly sissified in her entire life. “Real nice, Ms. Summers.”
“Okay, we’ll take all them,” Dawn nodded. “Now, my girl would look divine in a baby doll, what have you got in her size? Same rules as before?”
“Just one moment, ma’am.” The woman purred before disappearing into the shop’s bowels. The Slayer stayed stock still, her blush deepening as her girl-friend shamelessly tugged at her new piercings, adding yet more layers of humiliation to the unfortunate brunette.
Finally the sales-woman returned, her hands full of baby-dolls. Dawn clapped gleefully at the firs one, a virginal white satin and lace number with a ruffle trim tied at her cleavage with a matching thong. Next was another white number with a rosy pink tie front, and matching panties with a red flower embroidered on the front. The next babydoll was a pink translucent gown with push-up cups and a low-cut cleavage. Next came a two piece sheer babydoll made out of canary yellow satin with a pink ribbon detail, a pink lace knot in the front of its low-cut cleavage and a matching mesh g-string. “We’ll take them all,” Dawn replied, ever so casually ran her fingers up and down Faith’s wettening pussy. “Say thank you, Faith.”
“Thank you,” the dark-eyed lovely’s breath caught. “Ma’am.”

“You’re welcome dear, will there be anything more?”
Dawn pursed her lips as she ever so casually tugged on Faith’s labia rings, the Slayer’s legs almost buckling under her. “Teddies, what have you got as regards teddies in this little one’s size?” Dawn queried.
“I’ll just be a moment, ma’am.”
Dawn grinned as she twisted Faith’s clit, the Slayer let out a series of muffled moans. “No hurry.”
The woman returned with a white mesh teddy featuring ruffle cups and a high cut bum, a red front bow detail and a lacy string tying around the back. Next was a halter tied, backless pink teddy, cleavage cutting all the way down to the waist, ending in a set of crotchless panties. The final, most daring of all teddies was a lace, white teddy made into the design of suspenders tapering off into a ruffled g-string.

“We’ll take all three,” Dawn smiled as she worked a second finger into the moaning Slayer’s pussy, the sex show having gained a significant crowd by now, disapproving faces shaking their heads yet unwilling or unable to turn away. “Now how some basques to finish off?”
“Just be a minute, ma’am.” The woman chuckled before striding off, then returning carrying a white, low-cut fishnet basque, matching thong, and stockings, as well as a striking sheer mesh basque overlayed with red lace roses, matching thong, and stockings, and a stretch white satin basque with red lace ribbons threaded through it sides and a cut out panel between the basque and its matching g-string.

“Okay,” Dawn nodded as she twisted the fingers around within Faith, “I’ll take everything you’ve shown me. What do you say Faith?”
“Thank you,” Faith panted as sweat beaded down the nubile nude, “Ms. Summers.”
“Such a good girl.” Dawn beamed affectionally at her.    “Get your clothes on sweetie, we still have plenty of shopping to do!”
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“Don’t worry dear,” Dawn murmured as they entered the classy-looking boutique, “you won’t have to strip in here. We’ll just pick up your clothes and -, ooooh!” Faith followed her girl-friend over to a rack filled with spandex hotpants, the younger brunette going through the rack like a locust, pulling off pairs of neon yellow, red, and green made out of spandex, each with the words ‘Hold Me’ embossed in white on their rears. “Just perfect!”
Faith could barely keep up when the younger brunette raced over to a rack filled with crop tops and began pulling off cotton crop tops that were easily a size too small for Faith, one in red with the phrase ‘Bimbo & Lovin’ It‘ written in white across it, another red one with ‘Slow & Sexy’ in white across it, a third one in green with ‘Squeeze Me’, across it, and a forth in white with red writing across it ‘Just shut up and grab ‘em’. “Oh I love these slogans!”
The younger teen was in perpetual motion, racing across to a rack with spaghetti strapped tank tops. The Sunnydaler picked up a couple of white tops easily a size too small with the slogan ‘If you think this is hot, you should see me naked’ written in bright pink across one, and the slogan ‘Don’t talk, just flip me on my back’ across the other. Dawn moved onto the next rack without missing a beat and picked out a trio of vinyl fluorescent tube tops large enough to cover Faith’s nipples and not much else, one in red, one in yellow, and one in pink. “They’ll look gorgeous with the hot-pants,” Dawn decided.
“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith nodded dazedly. In her life she’d seen some truly terrifying things, but none matched the horror of a Summers in full shopping spree.
Dawn didn’t pause to answer, choosing instead to race over to the mini and micro skirt racks, pulling off a series of skirts all varying in description, but each short enough to leave plenty of ass showing.    First was a pleated mini with a yellow and pink polka dot pattern. Next was a pink stretch mesh with four ruffled layers. The third mini was a bright red stretch satin pleated mini skirt with a lacy yellow flower at the front. And the last mini had a wide white waist band above frilly yellow pleats.
“Mini-dresses next.” Dawn decided before marching over to another rack and blitzing through it. First item to be picked was a pink lycra mini, featuring a fitted bandeau bustline, curve hugging hourglass bodice and straight hemline ending just below the hip. Next Dawn settled on a halter-style yellow dress with a plunging neckline all the way down to her waist with a yellow bow in the front, and completely backless all the way down to the ass. The third mini-dress Dawn picked out was gleaming white satin with spaghetti straps, a back open all the way down to her ass, and gold braiding around the waist. The fourth and final mini-dress was a sequined, shimmering satin white piece with an ultra-low cut neckline and an open back, the dress tied behind the neck. “Okay!” Dawn trilled. “Let’s see if they’ll deliver all this for free!” Dawn turned to her. “Wait, Faithie, go and pick up a pair of those vinyl gold booty shorts, oh and a pair in silver too,” Dawn absent-mindedly ordered. “Then meet me at the counter.”
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“Oh goody!” Dawn clapped her hands as they entered the plushly decorated store. “A stripper store, and seeing as this is a store for strippers.” Dawn looked towards Faith. “Strip.” Faith lost her clothes in a couple of seconds, Dawn shot her a grin. “Never get tired of having you do that in public.”

“Property of Dawn Summers?” A long-legged black girl in her late twenties walked up and peered down at Faith’s upturned ass and then at Dawn. “You Dawn, girl?” Dawn nodded. “Hey, Coffee Brown,” the black girl shook Dawn’s hand, “you got yourself a prize piece of honky ass right there.”

“Thanks, Coffee.” Dawn beamed at the black girl. “She’s just adorable isn’t she?”
“Your girl a stripper?” Coffee laughed. “You her pimp?”
“Pimp?” Dawn laughed as she shook her head. “Nothing like that, I just like her to dress-up for me.”
“And a role-play doesn’t hurt when you’re spreading them and wanting a cutie like this to eat you out?” a busty red-head commented. “Cherry Red, pleased to meet you.”
“Oh I love role-play!” Dawn agreed.

“I bet this girl took some training, am I right?” Cherry queried as her eyes swept over Faith’s nude frame. “Worth it though, ‘cause yummy!”
“Oh she did.” The sexy Slayer started when Dawn’s palm crashed against her nude behind. “But she is.”
“Hello ladies,” a tall thin woman in her mid-forties strode up. “Is the nude a stripper? Because I’m a booking agent.”
“I’m sorry,” Dawn smiled. “She might be exhibitionistic and submissive, but although she’s talented, she’s strictly amateur.”
“Ah,” the woman looked disappointed then rallied, passing Dawn a business card. “Well if you change your mind, contact me, I can get new talent like her prime bookings as long as she moves as well as she -.”

“Splits into a backflip, ending in a 3 second handstand and then into a forward roll back into a stood position.” Dawn interrupted. The watching customers broke out into unrestrained applause when Faith obeyed, going through the moves with seamless grace that only another Slayer could match. “She moves even better than she looks.”
“Quite,” the older woman looked awestruck then nodded. “Well, call me.”
“Damn girl, you’ve got one hell of a piece of ass there,” a slightly-built Oriental with long black hair and a disproportionately large chest walked over. “I’m Golden Pearl, and if you ever feel like sharing this pretty little thing, call me.”
“I’m sorry,” Dawn looped an arm around the Slayer’s tiny waist, “but we’re very happy being exclusive.”
“Well at least let us help you pick out some costumes and take some photos with her!” Golden Pearl complimented.
“Oh go on,” a slightly-built Latina with lightly-tanned skin and a toned body joined the trio, oval-shaped dark eyes matched by the ringlets cascading down the girl’s back, “I’m Gia Jiggles by the way.”
“Sure,” Dawn nodded. “Faith, on your knees, you girls take turns crouching behind her, cupping her boobs and I’ll take photos.”
Once the photos had been taken on each of the girls’ phones, Golden Pearl turned to Dawn. “Can we help you pick out outfits?”
“Oh of course,” Dawn giggled. “It’ll be fun. Faith, we made new friends.”
“Yes, Ms. Summers,” Faith nodded.

“Okay, what do you want?” Coffee Brown queried, nose wrinkled.

“Let’s start with the classics!” Dawn decided. “What have we got in the cheerleader costumes?”

“I always did like Bring It On and The New Guy,” Coffee commented. “Films to masturbate to.”
Gia laughed. “You know it girl. Not so much Bring It On’s sequels though.”
“Come on!” Golden Pearl disappeared into the shop followed by the other strippers.

“Ah,” Dawn tilted her head to one side and cooed. “New friends and so helpful too!”
“Yes, Ms. Summers,” Faith nodded dutifully, the Slayer’s high cheeks flushing at the predatory gazes her naked lusciousness was garnering from some of the store’s other costumers. The busty Bostonian couldn’t help but wonder how her life had turned out like, no master vampire had ever managed to break her, she’d been the terror of her prison block, putting six butch dykes who’d ganged up on her in the shower in ICU on her first morning in the big house. And now little Dawnie Summers had utterly broken her.
And, the really humiliating thing was she fuckin’ loved being her lil slut-bitch.
“What about this one, Dawn!” Golden Pearl passed Faith’s mistress a lycra black halter top with a red silk trimming and lacy front tie with a pleated skirt with alternate black and red pleats, as well as matching pom poms.
“I love it!” Dawn beamed.

“What next, Dawn?” Cherry Red queried.
Gia leered at Faith’s naked body. “Anything in the shop would look fine on this piece of ass.”
“Well Faith’s done some time in the big house,” Dawn’s hand crashed against the Slayer’s naked ass, “haven’t you, you naughty girl!”
“Oh yeah?” Golden Pearl gasped. “I love ‘Caged Heat’, prison anything like that, Faith?”
“No ma’am,” Faith shook her head.

“Ma’am!” Coffee Brown cackled. “You’ve got one well-trained bitch right there, honey!”
“Yes,” Dawn beamed. “I certainly have, she used to be a hellion, but she’s a real sweetie these days!”
“We’ll be back in a minute,” Golden Pearl promised, her and the other two strippers disappearing into the shop.
Cherry Red appeared carrying a black and white striped front tied bra with matching stretch lycra booty shorts with Velcro fasteners and silvery cuffs embroidered across the waistband. “Oh they’re gorgeous!” Dawn clapped enthusiastically. “You girls really have an eye!”

“It’s a pleasure to dress such a cutie honey,” Cherry Red purred. “Speaking of which, what’s next?”
“I think my girl would look gorgeous in a nurse’s uniform,” Dawn replied.

“Honey, that babe would look good in a sack, but yeah, let’s see what we can find,” Coffee Brown commented before leading her companions back into the store.
Cherry Red returned with a black vinyl mini dress with a zip that went from the crotch all the way up to the v-neck cleavage with a red cross on the left breast and a black nurse’s cap with a red cross on its front. “Oh Faith, you’ll look divine in this!”
“What’s next?” Golden Pearl laughed. “Didn’t think I’d be a personal shopper today!”
“Momma always said I should have a real career,” Gia giggled.

“Another of the classics,” Dawn giggled. “Faithie’s been a naughty little school girl!”
“I just bet she has,” Coffee Brown agreed before leading the others away. The black girl returned with a white cropped top tied in the front, a red and white tie, and a red and white pleated mini. “She’d look such a little sweetie in this!”

“What’s next honey?” Golden Pearl asked.
“Give me a second,” Dawn rummaged through her pockets, pulled out a list and pursed her lips. “Yeah, okay. How about a sailor’s outfit?”
“Just give us a minute hon.” The quartet hurried back into the shop to return with a white sailor’s hat with a blue trim and a golden anchor on the hat’s front. The white polyester mini dress tied behind the neck and had underwire pushing the wearer’s chest up with another golden anchor on the dress’ front and some more anchors lining the skirt’s bottom hemline, the outfit completed by a white shrug.
“Oh very classy,” Dawn approved. “Now how about my favourite position, a cowgirl!”
“Yeah,” Golden Pearl grinned at Dawn. “I can just imagine, come on girls.”
Dawn smiled as the four strippers hurried back into the store. “Oh, they’re such lovely girls.”
“How about this, Dawn?” Cherry Red passed Dawn a set of ass-less brown denim chaps with a fringe running down the outside of the legs and a sleeveless brown denim vest with tassles on the side that started at mid-chest and ended at around belly button level. The outfit was finished by a brown Stetson and a holster with a pair of six-shooters.
“Oh divine,” Dawn cooed. “Now how about a flight attendant?”
“On it!” Golden Pearl led her companions back into the shop. The gang returned with Gia in the lead carrying a black vinyl cap with ‘Hot Airways’ printed across the font in red, a stretch foil, black dress that unzipped from mid-cleavage to crotch, and ended in a pleated black mini that would barely cover Faith’s ass.
“Oh that is just perfect girls, you have a real eye,” the teen approved. “Faith takes orders real well, so how about a soldier?”
“Sugah,” Coffee Brown turned, took a step back and picked up a camouflage, sleeveless cropped top with a zip down the front, matching stretch spandex booty shorts with Velcro fasteners, a matching baseball cap, dog tags and a bullet belt, “this would be perfect.”
“Girls!” Dawn cooed. “You’re naturals. How about a cave-girl or a jungle-maiden?”
“I saw a cave-girl outfit,” Golden Pearl hurried away and returned with a teeth necklace, a brown fur-covered triangle bikini that would barely cover Faith’s nipples and a matching triangle thong that tied at the hip.
“Oh how positively primal,” Dawn approved. “Sometimes Faith can be a little devil you know, how about a costume for that?”
“Oh I saw just the thing,” Coffee Brown hurried away, and returned with a red satin dress with a plunging neckline and a lace-up bodice with orange flames on either side of its corset. Its puffed out skirt ended just below the ass, and was finished off with a headband with horns on it and a pitchfork.
“Oh that’s perfect,” Dawn approved. “Girls, you’ve made this shopping so easy, but we have to go now!”
“You ever feelin’ like sharing the wealth,” Golden Pearl shot Faith a lustful look, “here are our business cards, call us!”
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“Come on dear,” Faith followed Dawn across the mall’s parking lot and into a dingy looking shop. “Time to re-supply our sex toys.”
“Hello luvs,” the shop’s owner waddled up to them, jowls flushed and piggy eyes eating up the babes before him. “How can I help you? Lesbian porn perhaps?”

“Not at the moment,” Dawn smiled. “I’m here for some sex toys.”

“Oh aye?” the man leered at Faith, clearly realising she was the duo’s sub. “Such as?”
“Oh, the whole lot, really,” Dawn replied. “How about we start with the vag?”
“As you wish, miss.” The man waddled over to the shelf stacked with vaginal sex toys. “I’ve got everything you might want, clit pumps, vag pumps, dildos-.”
“What’s the biggest you’ve got?” Dawn interrupted.

“A ten inch steel one, one inch at the tip, three at the root,” the man replied.

“That won’t do,” Dawn tutted and shook her head, “my girl might look tiny, but she can take a pounding.”
“Aye?” the man stared at Faith for a long moment before turning to Dawn. “I can order bigger. Twelve inches, one at the tip, four at the root.”

“That’ll do,” Dawn nodded approvingly. “Go on.”
“I’ve also got double-dildos, eight inches either end, pencil vibrators, clit stimulators, and remote control egg vibrators,” the man finished.
Dawn nodded and discussed what items she wanted for a few minutes, her brunette slave standing mutely by. “Faith, show the gentleman your boobies?” The man let out a strangled gasp when Faith lifted her t-shirt up to reveal her pert, rounded jugs and newly pierced nipples. “What toys do you have for her titties?”
The man swallowed, his eyes only returning to Dawn when Faith pulled her t-shirt back down at a look from her girl-friend. “I’ve got some nipple balm, nipple clamps, weights to hang from the clamps, and nipple pumps.”
“I’ll have some of each,” Dawn quickly decided. “And what about stuff for her sweet little tushy?”
“Aye,” the man stared leeringly at Faith’s behind, “I can imagine you’d like to play with that.”

“Please sir,” Dawn reproved. “Let’s stay professional.”
“Sorry ma’am,” the man nodded respectfully. “We’ve got silicon anal beads in sets of six starting at half an inch in diameter and going all the way up to three inches. We’ve got anal plugs that expand, anal plugs that vibrate, others that are ribbed. We’ve also got speculums if you want to stretch her bung hole. And we’ve got lube-.”
“Oh we don’t need lube,” Dawn shook her head. “My girl’s hardcore. Speaking of which, how big’s your biggest butt plug?”

“Eight inches, one at the tip, three and a half at the root,” the shop owner replied.
“Oh I’m sure you can order bigger than that,” Dawn smiled winningly. “Now about gags?”
“We’ve got dildo gags, ball gags, bit gags, ring gags, and inflatable gags,” the shop-owner replied.

“A nice selection,” Dawn complimented the man. “This girl looks tame, but sometimes she needs some discipline. What have you got?”
“Discipline huh?” the man gave Faith a long leer, tongue licking at his lips before turning back to Dawn. “We’ve got canes, floggers, riding crops, bull-whips, cat of nine tails, paddles, and belts.”
“A nice variety,” Dawn beamed. “And as well as blindfolds, what else do you have for restraints?”
“We’ve got chastity belts, cuffs, ankle manacles, and spreader bars,” the man replied.
“A nice selection,” Dawn repeated. “Now let’s have a closer look at your products before I decide what to buy.”
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