Dee Dee lead Lois to a private alcove set up as a hair dressing station. She started by pouring another tonic for Lois and handing her the glass. Lois drank the stupefying liquid without hesitation. Dee Dee smiled and handed Lois a set of ear buds. Lois put them in and them Dee Dee sat her at a hair-washing chair. Lois sat back and listened to the instructions being pumped into her head. Dee Dee started washing her hair and added a few additional shampoos with some brainwashing conditioners. Dee Dee looked at Lois, her eyes were glazed over. Dee Dee smiled. Once she finished she grabbed Lois’ hands and pulled her up. Lois was like a zombie; Dee Dee lead her to the Barber’s chair. Seated again Lois let Dee Dee do whatever she wanted without resistance. Dee Dee handed Lois another glass of tonic and smiled as she chugged the mind numbing drink. Lois let Dee Dee go about cutting her hair. She then went about styling the hair putting the front of head in rollers. A half an hour later and another glass of tonic and Lois was put under a special hairdryer. Dee Dee checked her tablet and smiled at the appointment.
*
Lois was groggy when Dee Dee woke her. She smiled as Dee Dee told her that it was time to finish styling the hair. Dee Dee took Lois back to the barber’s chair. Lois watched in the mirror as Dee Dee pulled her hair into a pony tail and braided it. Lois looked at her reflection, her bangs and sides were curled into victory curls and the rest was being pulled into a sever braided pony tail, almost like a world war two dominatrix. That thought put a cruel smile on her face.
“Look what I found for your pony tail Lois,” Dee Dee said.
Lois looked at the small metal ornament and smiled, it was a silver ring with four internal spokes and a crest on the outside. Lois’ smile grew when she saw that there were two more on the table. Once her hair was done Dee Dee opened a set of drawers.
“Now it’s time for make up!” Dee Dee smiled.
Lois smiled as her new mind and mentality came fully awake. Dee Dee set about applying the make up further making Lois look the part of a World War Two dominatrix.
“All done,” Dee Dee said as she finished.
Lois looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
“Lovely job,” Lois said, “You are the best thing in this corrupt and decaying country. I am sure I could get you a royal appointment. And maybe we could spend some private time together…”
“I would love to visit you on my off time as well,” Dee Dee carefully kissed Lois, “But we both know I have much work to do, and a lot of work for you and your boss as well, work that I can only do here.”
Lois was disappointed. Then Dee Dee whispered in Lois’ ear.
“I would love to spend some private time together, you, me and a special strapon,” Dee Dee licked at Lois’ ear.
*
Lois walked into the private locker room. Her haze was almost completely gone and she was filled with a sense of purpose. She took off the robe and looked in the full body mirror, she smiled. Her tits were a gravity defying D cup and her smooth hairless body was near perfect. Lois grabbed the black garter belt and put it on first, she then went about putting on the seamed stockings, the bra went on next and then the thong. She stood again and admired herself in her forest green lingerie. She then put on her tight black silk blouse. She smiled at image in the mirror. Lois reached over and pulled out the pendent, and hung it around her neck. She put the crest stud earrings in and smiled at her reflection. She pulled on the tight dark green pants with the black stripe down the outside seam. She pulled out the black leather fuck me boots, sat on the bench and pulled them on. Even with the five inch heels she could tell she was about two inches taller from her treatments. That put a smile on her face. Lois pulled out the old fashioned fitted jacket and admired it. It was the same dark green as her pants, but around the black center panel was there was a red trim. Lois put on the jacket and zipped it up on her left side like a motorcycle jacket. She adjusted the short standing collar and smile. She partly unzipped the jacket and put the pin of the Latveria Flag on the left breast and fastened the jacket. Lois pulled out the black leather belt and wrapped it around her waist. She pulled the small LAI-Subcompact Model 5 pistol and loaded a plasma cell in it before putting it in her purse. Victor was a caring Master, he always knew what to get her. And this little trinket could put any one Justice League or Avengers member into retreat mode with a shot. Lois took the black leather purse with the emblem of the Latverian Diplomatic Corps on it and smiled.
*
As Lois walked out of the room she noticed that the time was Five, thirty in the evening. Lois walked to the check out desk. The American Bimbo smiled and looked in her file.
“Your services have been paid for by the consulate Minister Lane,” the Bimbo smiled, “If you want further treatment please feel free to give us a call.”
“That will be all,” Lois focused on her voice.
“That will be all,” the Bimbo responded in a light trance.
Lois smiled to herself, her hypnotic voice was getting stronger all the time since Doctor Doom had figured out how to augment it. Soon she would be able to enslave the Kryptonians either by sweat words or brute force.
“Minister Lane,” the Man in the Latverian Army dress uniform opened the door for the green SUV, “Lord Doom is waiting for you at the Consulate.”
“We Must not keep our Lord and Master waiting,” Lois said to the soldier as she got in the SUV.
Behind the car she noticed a woman giving her an up and down as she walked to the New U Salon.