The Major's Pretty Ba by beagle9690
Rating: 86%, Read 7315 times, Posted Jun 29, 2015
The Major’s Pretty Baby Face- Chapter 3
February of 2013
The last thing we did before we went inside was to walk down to the pond. The frogs and the crickets along with the other gentle creatures of the night serenaded us with the orchestra of nature’s songs while we sat on the end of the dock with our feet in the cool soothing water.
We shared one little intimate secret about each other for the first time.
When he was a little boy of eight Matthew was afraid of a big hairy monster in his bedroom closet. He slept with his Cub Scout hatchet and two flashlights.
That got me laughing because I can’t imagine my Master being afraid of anything.
I teased him, saying, “The big bad hairy monster says the better to eat you my dear, especially with catsup” and I made monster growling noises while I nibbled on his ears and kissed his face; his lips and neck while telling him how precious I thought that was. Sharing that little secret with me makes me feel so special.
When I was six years old I accidently dropped half the pearls from my Mother’s pearl necklace, now mine, into the storm sewer when the silk cord broke. I was playing dress-up without permission and in the process ruined several of Mom’s good lipsticks getting ready for my big début. I was trying to impress some of the older neighborhood girls of nine and ten.
Mr. Greene from the Department of Public Works and my Dad spent several hours in the storm sewer with flashlights finding all but one of the missing pearls. Matthew is certain I was a most naughty and precocious child.
My Master kissed my hands to enunciate the point. This was followed by an affectionate hug before helping me up for us to leave.....
My baby face is delightful, affectionate, obedient, imaginative and intelligent; all attributes enhancing Chastity’s intrinsic charm and just plain goodness. Her very forgiving nature blesses her god given talent of drawing and painting....creating lifelike images on paper with her hands.
Chastity is learning to move seamlessly between the different facets of our complex relationship. I remain dumbfounded why she remains with her weak fool of a husband. She deserves better than him.
My baby-face, my diligent personal Secretary is now officially my lover. Chastity more than enjoyed the true story of the hairy closet monster. This was followed by her musical laugh with her good-natured teasing. It makes me feel good to see Chastity smile and laugh, particularly with what she has to deal with at home.
The many kisses I receive from her are my absolute pleasure; this simple sharing further bonded her to me. The final precious bloom for me to enjoy will be Chastity as my totally obedient submissive.
We made slow and tender love face-to-face that evening with soft music playing in the background. Afterward, Matthew held me stroking my hair until I fell asleep in his strong protective arms.......
I was blissfully in that soft quiet time of sleep between dreams when I felt a small hand touching my face, “Matthew?”
“What,” I asked sleepily, “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Chastity replied softly.
“What is it then?” I asked, lifting my head to glance at the lighted numbers on the alarm clock; it was a little after three in the morning.
“You won’t be angry if I tell you?” she asked meekly snuggling closer.
“No, I won’t be angry.”
“I’m horny; can I be on top? You said we are lovers this weekend and that means I may be on top.”
“I see,” I said smiling, “you woke me up to tell me you’re horny and want to be on top?”
“I’ve never been on top before. Are you annoyed with me?”
“I’m delighted with you, baby face,” my cock getting hard at just the thought of it, “that’s what lovers do sometimes; wake each other up to make love.”
“I’m going to suck on your cock to get you nice and hard for my pussy so fix your pillows and get comfortable,” she said,” throwing back the covers while getting out of bed and stretching like a small blonde cat.
I settled down on my back into the pillows while Chastity positioned her head between my legs and started licking my cock and balls, although not for long; she really was horny and mounted me soon after, throwing her head back and sighing contentedly. I reached over and tapped the bedside lamp, putting it on dim to watch her as Chastity fucked me. I put my hand on her hips to help her balance.
Chastity smiled and shook her head. I watched as her long blonde hair settled over her face, neck and shoulders.
Soon, Chastity was bouncing up and down and rocking from side to side. I reached up with one hand to caress and stroke her firm round breasts as she rode me, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
This was a rare event to me, a woman on top; I seldom allow it, yet with Chastity, I’m delighted in it. I laid back to enjoy the view.
I moved along with my hot little slut, matching Chastity’s rhythm, thrusting upward while helping her balance.
My beautiful baby face is as light as a feather, or so it seemed at the time. Chastity was practically screaming as her multiple orgasms took her completely.
I swear I felt the tremors of her marvelous orgasm as I held mine back to let her finish. When I could not hold mine any longer I held her waist as I let mine overtake me.
Chastity’s hands were in her long hair holding it out of her face, smiling and watching me as I came in her sweet little cunt.
She collapsed on top of me kissing my mouth and stroking my very short, cropped hair for a time until she rolled off to snuggle up against me. Again, we fell asleep pressed up and snuggled into one another......
I awoke alone the next morning and put on my Master’s tee shirt that smelled like him and his cologne to cover my naked form. I went looking for my lover starting with the kitchen; I was naughty by not wearing panties.
There were two loaves of fresh baked multi-grain on the counter and a note in Matthew’s bold cursive handwriting telling me he was in the garage. He instructed me to leave the outside door open before I met him there. I thought it a strange request at the time.
Matthew was working out on his pommel horse. He was stripped to the waist wearing only green nylon shorts and sneakers
His long thick ropey muscles were on display as he was concentrating on his intense and difficult gymnastic-acrobatic workout. The perspiration was pouring off of him to accentuate his lean whipcord physique.
I was getting aroused watching the Major as he went through his moves; moves that take balance and grace; upper body strength coupled with coordination.
Matthew has very little body fat, yet from the very beginning Matthew looked past my appearance when he saw my true potential; when I was a plump, dowdy woman with a dated haircut.
How can I not love him when he rescued me from a dreary existence? I exercise not so much for him now; I exercise for myself because Matthew leads by example....his methods, his discipline.
Matthew finished by pushing his body straight up with his feet together pointing to the ceiling and holding his weight with one arm before twisting about to land gracefully on his feet like a large dangerous jungle cat.
Stepping off the mats Matthew walked to me and I handed him his white terry cloth towel to wipe his face.
“That was very invigorating, however to keep the invigorate going, I need a morning kiss. Good morning,” he dropped the towel and put his arms around my waist to kiss my lips,
“Good morning, Master,” I teased before kissing him again.
“Precocious slave girl,” he said sternly, “perhaps a spanking is in order for your overt precociousness?”
I know when Matthew is serious and he wasn’t then. I know him well including the smallest changes in his moods or demeanor.
“Yes, Master,” I replied kissing his lips long and deep, “I’m your precocious slave girl. Please don’t spank me, Master,” and I kissed him again, “Good morning Master.”
No matter how many times I kiss Matthew I still tingle all over and this morning was no different.
“I can smell your arousal, my horny little slave girl,” Matthew said squeezing my ass, “I think I’ll have you for breakfast; put your arms above your head.”
Matthew pulled the tee shirt over my head taking it off of me. He picked me up and put me on his pommel horse making me straddle as if I was riding it..................
“Lean back as far as you can and try to hang on. I won’t let you fall.” I started rubbing Chastity’s vagina with my fingers followed by licking and sucking on it with my mouth and tongue.
Soon my baby face was wet and moaning, moving her hips and trying to push her vagina into my face as I licked her clitoris.
When I knew Chastity’s orgasm was about to peak, I slowed down, prolonging the inevitable................
"Why did you stop Matthew... it feels so good,” she moaned, licking her lips and sighing.....”Please Matthew please, I’ll suck on your cock and lick your balls and........”
“I decide when and where you come, my delicious little slut; never forget I own you.”
“Yes, Matthew,” I was trembling with pleasure as he continued to probe my clitoris briefly and then stooped.
"It is contingent upon you reading my mind, Chastity.”
"Please what? Tell me who you are,” Matthew demanded as he continued stroking and probing, licking and sucking.
"I am your woman, Matthew, I’m your slut, please, Sir, I want to come.”
“Yes, you are my property. I own you; despite the fact you are married to that weak fool. One way or another it will soon be coming to an end......get down on the mat, Chastity, I want you on all fours.”
I got down and my Master entered me roughly from behind, pausing only to grab my long blonde hair and twist it into a ponytail to hold while he fucked me.
He started ramming my now dripping pussy with his hard cock, putting me, his property in my proper place.
"I’m your slut, Matthew! I am your slut.... oh God.... fuck me harder...fuck your slut harder.... oh, fuck me harder, let me come."
I was practically screaming when my orgasm washed over me. Matthew growled deep in his throat when he achieved orgasm, pumping his hot rich creamy seed into my welcoming cunt and sighing contentedly when it was over.
“I have a surprise for you that will enhance your submissive sexuality,” he said stroking my hair.”
I stayed in place, not have been given permission to move.
“Close your eyes and kneel with your arms crossed behind you,” and when I did, waiting in anticipation, click-click, my Master snapped my first pair of handcuffs on my wrists.
The handcuff key was attached to a fine sterling silver chain which he placed over my neck so the key hung between my breasts.
“You may attend to me now, Chastity.”
This meant I must lick his balls and cock clean and dry them with my hair. This is always my pleasure as they are most delicious and oh so sexy. When I licked and cleaned his manhood to my satisfaction and his, Matthew helped me to my feet.
“Wait for me in the bathroom in a pose appropriate for your pretty bracelets.”
My Master arranged my long blonde hair away from my face so it all fell down my back before giving my bottom a little pat “I will be joining you at my leisure.....”
I got down on my knees immediately upon entering the bathroom, but then stood in front and facing away from the vanity mirror, twisting to look if I could see the handcuffs, thinking, ‘Darn, no luck. I’ll have to wait until my Master removes them,’ I knelt as is proper for a submissive female, closing my eyes to wait.
As a practitioner of yoga, Mary taught me a trick, a mental exercise, if I were to stay in this position, or other submissive slave postures. It entailed deep breathing while meditating to relax my mind......
I didn’t hear Matthew walk in; I was thinking about a painting I wanted to do; mixing the colors and applying the brush strokes to the canvas of my mind when Matthew touched my face gently.
“Mary is teaching you well. I believe you may surpass her in this endeavor and so does she. I made you wait 90 minutes; were you meditating on your art?”
“Yes, Matthew. I want to paint a tree near a barb-wire fence. It’s in the corner of a farmer’s field on the Old County Road. The tree’s shape is very unique and there are blue morning glories bravely growing on the crooked weathered fencepost and around the sharp points of the wire.”
“I really am too lenient by letting you call me Master pretty little slut when Sir will do. Nevertheless I’m proud of the progress you’ve made in embracing your submissive nature. Therefore I will make an exception when we are alone if it makes you happy.
You may stand. Into the shower with you; keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise.”
Matthew started by shampooing my hair massaging the rich lather into my scalp before rinsing thoroughly. Next was my conditioner which he left in after twisting my hair up and holding it in place with a large claw hair clip.
My Master washed me slowly with his hands; lathering me up with my Dove soap and pausing frequently to kiss my lips as he washed my neck and shoulders; my breasts and tummy as he worked his way down to my pussy massaging me well all over with the creamy soapy lather.....I kept my eyes closed as he commanded.
I had a gentle little orgasm in the shower as Matthew caressed me with his soapy hands. My Master was aware exactly what he was doing to me, “So my pretty slut had a little orgasm. This pleases me greatly Chastity, thank you for that gift” and he kissed my lips long and deep.
Once I was rinsed completely of the soap, Matthew removed my handcuffs and then reached around the shower curtain to drop them on the bath mat, “You may open your eyes to wash me, blue eyes.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied opening my eyes and putting my arms around his neck to kiss his lips as he gently crushed me to his hard body in his muscular arms,” Will you close your eyes for me please,” and he did replying teasingly, “Yes, Mistress.”
I washed and rinsed Matthew’s hair first, what little that was left on his head after of his high and tight regulation Marine haircut. My husband has the start of a receding hairline. He recently started wearing his hair long and saturated with hair grease. Donald combs it back into a ducktail like a fifties hoodlum; Yuk, but the heck with him anyway.
It was down to the serious business with my Master as I washed his hard and buff body; starting with his neck and back and shoulders; lathering and massaging the lather from his Pear’s transparent soap onto his skin.
I paused to kiss his lips frequently as I washed him; remembering the story of the closet monster; that was so precious and I love him even more if that is all possible.
My Master’s stomach is washboard hard from the hundreds of sit-ups he does daily....as I said, the Major commands by example.
I got down on my knees to wash it and everything down below to his feet and then back up to wash and squeeze his hard ass most disrespectfully as my Master, playfully as my lover, saving his manhood, the best for last.
I washed his hard cock and balls, gently and carefully, playing with them. Matthew keeps himself shaved down there; a thoughtful gesture. It is so much nicer sucking on a cock or licking balls that are always smooth, clean, and hairless.
“Stand still while I rinse you slave,” I commanded in my best strict and imperious tone, “Yes Mistress,” he squeaked meekly, and we both got to laughing because neither of us can pull this off.
Matthew opened his green eyes and simply hugged me tenderly as the woman he loves; tender simple and obvious.
I rinsed him off with the shower wand. Lastly, I rinsed the conditioner from my hair before we got out and toweled each other off. It was then I noticed the engraving on the handcuffs.
Not only was my name “Chastity” engraved on them; the handcuffs were fully engraved with flowers on a vine with leaves; my favorite flowers of all.... morning glories.
Matthew smiled as I picked them up to examine them closer.
“They are stainless steel, baby-face. You belong to me. You are my work of art. You are my Masterpiece. I will spare no expense on your restraints. Please rinse the tub well with hot water and then fill it with the same.
I’ll make us a pot of Earl Grey Tea for a soak in the tub.”
I cleaned the tub well, wiping it out with the used towels before filling it up with hot water, putting my hair up and a getting in to wait for my lover.
Matthew went to his bedroom first to put on some soft music before coming in. He handed me both cups as he climbed in behind me so I could snuggle up to him. We settled in close and intimate to soak and quietly drink our tea too celebrate a truly glorious morning.........
We had brunch together in the kitchen after I whipped up a three-cheese omelet to go with our whole wheat toast and homemade cinnamon apple butter compliments of Mary by the way. We had grapefruit and fresh pineapple. I had broiled venison sausage for myself on the side as Chastity doesn’t eat meat.
I noticed Chastity was unusually quiet and thoughtful. We let it be a quiet cozy brunch leaving each to our thoughts.
My beautiful baby face was no doubt not looking forward to going home to her weak, pathetic drunk of a husband.
My biggest concern is the fool will put his hands on Chastity in a fit of drunken rage.
It hasn’t happened yet....it might not come to pass, but if it does, so help me God I will.....I’ll.....the bastard will being picking teeth out his ass with two broken arms.
I was restless after Chastity left. The house seemed empty to me somehow despite the fact I’ve always lived alone. I should be looking forward to the upcoming night on the town with Mary and then our sailing trip on the Great Lakes. I didn’t want to disappoint Mary. We have been sailing together on my sailboat for the past sixteen years.
I spent the rest of the day splitting fire wood followed by yard work until dark working up a healthy sweat. I did another workout on my pommel horse; I did push up and sit-ups followed by a tepid shower and a light supper of leftovers.
I poured a double apple brandy, selected a book from my bookcases; Volume One of The Greek Myths by Robert Graves before heading off to bed. Once there I selected a compilation of Waltzes from my CD Rack to enjoy although I would prefer dancing while listening.
My mother insisted I learn to dance, to “round me out” she said, while my father scoffed at the idea, fearing I would be picked on by the boys at school.
In the end my parents compromised. I was enrolled in a dance school and a Karate Academy, both in the same building.
My Sensei’s wife was my dance teacher, now how’s that for an incentive to learn how to dance?
I settled down in bed with a good book and good music; music or intense exercise always sooths me; they clear my mind so I thankfully fell asleep with the music playing in the background of my dreams.
I dreamt Chastity and I were dancing in the sky on the borrowed wings of the immortal Anemoi; waltzing on Zephyrus’s currents of the west wind. I told my beautiful baby face something hidden in my heart of hearts, before I kissed her luscious lips to be awakened by a kiss the morning.
“Matt,” Mary said softly, her long unbound burnished silver hair tickling my face as she kissed my cheek, “you were talking in your sleep.......”
I returned home mid-Sunday afternoon to make the best of my vacation. I started it by giving the house a good cleaning from top to bottom.
It was around six in the afternoon when my husband returned home with two visitors carrying Bibles.
“Dear, I’m home!” Donald announced as they walked into the kitchen. I was in the midst of scrubbing out the inside of the refrigerator with a strong solution of bleach and water.
I was hardly dressed for company; wearing a red paisley bandana style blouse with faded blue jeans. My long blonde hair was styled in twin braided pigtails with a matching red bandana to hold them back out of the way.
“Will you make coffee for our guests, dear?” The now sober Donald asked.
‘Our guests,’ I thought, ‘I don’t even know these people...Dear? Where in the blazes do you get off calling me dear after all that has happened between us?’
Donald interrupted these thoughts with the introductions, “This is Deacon Jacob White and his wife Sarah from the Lamb of God Methodist Church. They minister at the county jail on Sunday.”
“You must be Chastity,” Sarah smiled warmly stepping forward after her husband shook my hand, “have you been born again?”
“By being “born again” do you mean spiritual rebirth including the regeneration of the human soul in unity with the Holy Spirit by accepting Christ as our personal Savior,” I asked as we shook hands.
I really had nothing against these people. What they were offering might do my husband some good....it certainly couldn’t hurt him. Both their handshakes were warm and sincere.
‘Born again, more than you will ever know. I’ve never been happier in my life. I’ve been reborn again in another sense; Matthew says I’ve emerged from my chrysalis of dowdy commonality as his beautiful submissive butterfly’, I was thinking as I was shaking Sarah’s hand.
“Why yes, by accepting Jesus as your personal savior,” Sarah replied smiling broadly, still holding my hand while hugging her well worn Bible tightly to her chest.”
“Yes and the appropriate passage is John 3:3, When Jesus said, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God without being born again,” I offered, trying to get out of this situation as gracefully as possible without offending them.
“Precisely, Sister; you certainly know your Scripture,” Deacon Jacob praised, although we prefer the flowing poetry of the “King James”. Donald never mentioned your knowledge of the Scripture.”
“Won’t you please sit down? I’m thankful you are ministering to my husband because thus far Donald has refused any help from me or his family for his chronic drinking problem.”
“Thank you, Chastity. You are most welcome to discuss Scripture and to pray with us. Our Church is always looking for new members,” Jacob offered as he and his wife sat at the kitchen table.
“We are going to meet here on Sunday and Wednesday evenings around six so you can participate. Donald was certain these evenings are convenient with your work schedule,” said Deacon White.
“The Bible says “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord,” and my weekends in jail end today,” said Donald.
My mind was racing and I was getting angry, thinking, ‘Darn it! How did that slip my mind, and where does the drunk get off making commitments for me.’
We will attend Church together every Sunday, honey,” Donald stated assuredly.
“The passage you quoted is Colossians 3:18, dear husband,” I informed him, trying to keep the anger and sarcasm out of my voice as I walked to the cupboard to get the coffee, thinking, ‘Right! Like that’s going to happen!’
“I have one for you, honey; therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.”
“I...I haven’t studied that passage yet. I’ve just begun to study Scripture,” Donald answered looking to the Whites’ for support. I believe they were waiting to see if I knew the answer for they struck me as sincere people who knew their Bible from front to back, diagonally and sideways.
“Genesis 2:24,” and then turning to Sarah, “I’ll see to it refreshments are available for your Bible Study Meetings.
I want you both to feel welcome here, despite Donald’s and my problems; however I must respectfully decline your sincere offer to join you.
Would you like ginger snaps or chocolate graham crackers with your coffee?” I asked, arranging them on a plate.
“Yes please that will be very nice, but let me help you,” Sarah offered getting up to fill the coffee pot with water. I handed Sarah the coffee and filters while I got cups, plates, saucers and napkins.
After I saw to their refreshments, I got a bucket of oil soap and hot water and started wiping down the woodwork in the family room. While there, I sensed someone watching me.
“May I ask why you won’t join us, Chastity?” Sarah asked quietly as she walked up to me, “You obviously know Scripture. I really think you would enjoy the fellowship of our little church if you’ll just give us a chance.”
“You may and I will answer. My spiritual life is between me and God. I’m a very private person in this regard.
Matthew said it best in 6:6, “When you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
I belong to St. Joseph’s Church, as does my mother and grandmother. I attended Marriage Counseling there by myself for a year. I was encouraged to get a job to keep me occupied which I did and to help out with our finances.
Because of Donald’s drinking and spotty work record, I pay all the bills now as well as taking care of all the housework. My husband doesn’t lift a finger to help me.
Secondly, Alcohol Anonymous meets in my Church’s Rectory’s basement three times a week. Donald refuses to attend.....need I say more? Perhaps I’ve said enough. I’ve learned to deal with the situation.
“I understand, Chastity. I’m sure it complicated and I’ll pray for you. Please know the door is always open should you change your mind......”
Donald’s new found Spiritual Life lasted approximately six months. Naturally his failure to find salivation was my fault because I wouldn’t attend his new church; just ask Clara.
To their credit the White’s respected my wishes. They often brought dessert. If I was out for the evening, or if I wasn’t, Sarah cleaned up and put things in their proper place; women hate when it when other women try to rearrange their kitchen.
Donald didn’t find peace or spiritual salivation because he continued to drink most nights after work; at least he was working steady during that time.
Lord Almighty, there is nothing more sanctimonious than an in-between drunken benders, hung-over alcoholic who is also a self-proclaimed born again Christian.
The fact that Donald drove the Church’s Yellow School Bus into Silver Lake during a Church Picnic certainly didn’t endear him to this mostly temperate Methodist congregation; thank goodness the bus was empty of parishioners at the time.
Donald attempted to make good on it. He supplied the parts and labor to rebuild the bus’s engine and transmission as good as new out of his own pocket, our pocket.
He then rebuilt the Church’s boiler system as a penance of sorts. Afterward, Donald thought himself entitled to copious amounts of the Churches sacrificial wine to celebrate his good deeds and Christian charity; the final straw with them.
Donald is a very competent heavy equipment mechanic when sober.... I will pay him a complement; he is one of the best around although absolutely foolish and reckless and making poor decisions when possessed by demon rum or holy wine for that matter.
Those six months were not pleasant. I found much peace of mind and solace in the time I spent a work. Matthew is my rock, my sanctuary; Mary to a significant degree and I love her like the older sister I always wanted to tell secrets too and confide in.
My painting and drawing kept my hands and mind busy while at home. I increased my daily aerobic exercise regime from one hour to 90 minutes; twice a day for 45 minutes. I made time for an hour of reading followed by a half hour nap.
I decided that I was long overdue for a day of shopping. I was in desperate need of new makeup. It also would be nice to buy myself a few new dresses and a few other articles of clothing.
I purchased two modest jumpers for casual occasions, one in light-blue denim with butterflies embroidered around the collar and back and one in dark green corduroy. Both of them fell below my knees. I know Matthew has a preference for this modest look on his women; one look of many. My Master has definite preferences on how a woman should dress.
I changed into the denim jumper adding white long sleeve leotards underneath in the women’s dressing room after I paid for them. I also purchased several other leotards in different colors; why not, I have the figure for leotards and they look sexy when worn alone.
It was then off to the makeup counter, braided pigtails and all.
I purchased some red lipstick including many other items of makeup, including new brushes, eyeliners etc... I spared no expense, two of each to ensure I had enough. I then had a consultation with Sharon, the young woman at the makeup counter.
Sharon gave me the sexy sultry and fun makeover I requested and I could tell Sharon enjoyed doing it as much as I did.
I took her business card, gave her mine and promised to give her all of my future business and I always keep my promises.
My secret thoughts were that I looked quite exotic and sexy as I was walking the concourse. My thoughts were confirmed from the admiring glances I received from the men who passed me in the Mall.
A distinguished looking well dressed man of indeterminate age sat down at the table of two where I sat relaxing sipping a cup hot mint cocoa.
He attempted to strike up a conversation saying, “If you don’t object to me saying so pretty lady; you have an exotic look about you that I find fascinating.”
“Thank you, it’s nice to be noticed by a handsome man and you appear to be a man of business,” I replied reaching for my purse.
I removed my business card and a small Moleskin Note Book from my purse. I gave him my card and while he read it, “You are welcome to sit here and sip your coffee. I’m on vacation at the moment and so is the Mr. Wright.
Perhaps we can do a little business. I’m Mr. Wrights Personal Secretary. If you will give me the basics; your name, address etc...A brief description of your current insurance policies, business and home; I’m sure we can do better. We also offer a diverse portfolio of solid performing Mutual Funds I can sincerely recommend if you’re interested.
“I see...I get the hint,” he said smiling knowingly, “you’re not interested in what I’m selling today,” and he gave me his business card. The handsome gentleman was a competitor.
“I don’t suppose you would like to come to work for me?”
“No thank you, Mr. Edwards. I’m quite happy with my position.”
“I mean every word of it though, especially about you looking “exotic” pretty lady. Give Matthew my regards and a good day to you.” Mr. Edwards stood up and shook my hand before he walked on.
I returned home that Wednesday evening and experimented with many the different looks and suggestions that Sharon showed me while my husband was sitting in the kitchen for his Bible study meetings. It was a naughty pleasure to be sure as they weren’t for Donald.....they were for my boss.
Sadly, with my husband out of jail, there were no weekends to spend with my Master and lover.........
The day had finally arrived, my vacation was over; I would be returning to work. After my shower I paid special attention to my hair. It was nice and wavy from the twin braids I was instructed to wear during my vacation whenever I left the house in obedience to my Master.
I fixed my hair rather loosely in a pretty bun. Next, I made sure my makeup was conservative and proper.....except for one thing; blood red lipstick.... just in case Matthew wants a sultry, I want to suck on your cock look from me on my first day back.
I planned on changing my lipstick to a neutral shade before the start of the business day.
Going to my bedroom, I stood naked in front of the full length mirror on the back of the door, thinking, ‘This is what Matthew will see if he strips me naked, or orders me to completely undress for him, assuming he doesn’t take my hair down or have me do it; I look quite hot and sexy for my lover.’
First, I put on the new red lace silk bra and the new red silk panties with matching red garters and the neutral colored silk stockings I purchased at Macy’s during my vacation. Over this I put on a pure white silk camisole to hide my red hot undergarments.
”For your eyes only, Matthew, “I said aloud while blowing him kisses, wishing and pretending he was standing behind me with his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck; our reflections looking back at us.
Next I put on my new soft pink blouse with the ruffles in the front; then a new brown wool knee length skirt with a matching jacket I purchased with Matthew’s credit card to replace the garments I left in the Indian Restaurant bathroom.
I decided on the soft brown calf-skin pumps as I put on my silk stockings, momentarily debating the red ones to match my undergarments, a tease and a sort of hint, and finally a dab of perfume on my wrists and behind my ears.
As the boss’s personal secretary I have master keys for the entire building and the codes for the security system. I was there that morning before everyone, including Matthew who’s generally there an hour before everyone except me. Bless her Mary doesn’t mind that I do this because she can sleep in an hour late.
I made sure everything was ready for his first day back. All his mail and important documents were separated in neat piles and his carafe of ice water and coffee were waiting.
I was kneeling with my back straight and my hands crossed behind me as I had been taught; something I practiced in front of my bedroom mirror behind the locked door. I was also bound and determined to surpass Mary on how to undress for our Master.
Matthew walked into his office stern and purposeful dressed in his fatigue uniform. He was scheduled for a drill later that afternoon. Matthew’s face lit up like the sun when he saw me.
It was the same expression I saw in the photographs with Matthew on the dock with his little nephew. It was a look of pure love.
Despite his stern exterior, I know in my heart of hearts that Matthew loves me; a woman knows these things, even if her man doesn’t say it.
Walking over to me, Matthew took my hands and kissed them before helping me to my feet. I put my arms around his neck to kiss his lips, “Good morning, Major,” I greeted him, tingling all over from his hugs and kisses. I wanted to suck on his hard cock, we certainly had the time.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Matthew said putting his arms around my waist to gently crush me to him, “What a marvelous surprise! You look lovely this morning with the waves in your up-swept hair,” he kissed my lips long and deep, ‘are there any other surprises besides the red lipstick or the pink blouse?”
“Maybe, Sir and good morning,” I replied, taking off his cap and rubbing his close cut, high and tight Marine Corps haircut, thinking, ‘Thank you for noticing, Sir, but then you notice and remember everything about me...my favorite color or flowers; morning glories. I’m sure I only mentioned them to you once.”
“I missed you Chastity,” Matthew said looking into my blue eyes while stroking the soft hair at the nape of my neck with his strong hand “I missed your hugs and sweet kisses. Now that your husband is home weekends....” Matthew sighed letting the disappointing fact drift away as he touched my face most tenderly, “we must use our time alone together wisely.”
“Yes, Sir, that’s why I came early to use our time wisely; May I show you please?” Chastity asked, pushing her brown shoes off her feet, “You may,” I replied, stepping back to watch.
Chastity gracefully undressed, each item of clothing flowing gently to the floor; obviously my beautiful baby face had been practicing. She stopped at her undergarments raising her hands to her hair, her beautiful blue eyes asking, “Shall I take my hair down for you?”
“Leave your hair up for me, and please continue, beautiful, you’re doing wonderfully.”
Chastity dropped her white camisole to the floor and then paused, waiting, “Yes, stop,” I said, pleased at what I saw.....
Matthew walked slowly around me, critiquing as I knew he would, “Wonderful surprises, beautiful......very nice.....a red lace bra and silk no doubt with red lace matching panties with matching red garters for your stockings...mmm, a classy and sexy look that I can hardly resist.
The white camisole suggests chaste and wholesome......a nice touch to hide the red passion underneath; the red lipstick a tease perhaps....a little hint to keep me guessing.
You’ve never worn red undergarments before and I approve....very sexy...now put your hands behind your head and turn slowly to model them for me.....I think I shall buy you a red lace dress and a red camisole; you shall wear red shoes.
The perfect accessory of jewelry to complete the look is are your white pearls and then I shall take you dancing.
Matthew put his arms around my waist pulling me to him gently but firmly to him. He kissed my lips long and deep as I put my hands around his to neck to return his kisses; our warm tongues intertwining and caressing as if they had minds of their own.
We danced around Matthew’s modestly furnished office as if it was the grandest and opulent of ballrooms; Matthew was the music as he hummed a Classic Waltz.
I was so swept up in the moment that I couldn’t recall the name of the waltz as we danced, but did it matter?
I silently thanked my mother for the years dancing lessons, blessing her for the final culmination; two years of ballroom dancing. Mother loves to dance, prude that she may be in many things; Mom has a locked cabinet full of trophies and cups she and Dad won in dance contests over the years; Mom’s dancing days stopped when my father passed.
My hands were on his head and neck as I caressed him, enjoying the contrast between my long silky tresses. I adore the bristly, masculine feel, especially when I rub Matthew’s hair against the grain.
We would be quite the sight if somebody from the Company walked in on us; The Major dancing in his camouflage fatigues and spit shined combat boots with me his personal secretary in her red undergarments dancing in her stocking feet.
I would have dance naked in his office with my Master’s strong arms around me that morning not caring who walked in to see. I will always cherish that dance when Matthew hummed that beautiful waltz.....wishing he would just say it once....to tell me out loud that he loves me....when we finished our Waltz.
“I have a surprise for you now Mr. Wright. Call it a business proposition,” I slid my hands down to his firm but, “I want you to serve me breakfast....better yet you can be my breakfast. Will you be seated, please?”
Matthew undid his belt and BDU pants, letting them drop to the floor before sitting in his chair.
I got on my knees and started licking the tip of Matthew’s hard cock, teasingly while he removed the hairpins from my hair. My lover’s big thick cock was pulsating and twitching in anticipation as I licked; I love teasing him this way.
Soon, my hair was completely loose and down as I continued to lick and suck on his hard pulsating cock… probing and teasing him with my tongue and lips....looking up into his eyes as I did so.
I read in an erotic novel that when a submissive woman does this they are referred to as “slave eyes”.
I stopped sucking and licking his cock to lick and suck on his balls making him gasp with pleasure.
Although truly my Master, Matthew is putty in my hands when I lick and suck on his balls. Only at this time am I the Mistress and he is mine to command. I playfully commanded him as I nibbled, licked and kissed them feeling him shudder with pleasure.
Matthew’s hands were buried in my hair as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth; as I licked and sucked ravenously and savoring every inch of it, all wet and sloppy. I was fantasizing his cock buried up to his balls in my cunt;
I wanted Matthew to bend me over his desk and ravish me like a woman, his woman when he fucks me hard while pulling my long blonde hair.
Matthew’s orgasm was an onslaught of testosterone laden energy as his hard member assaulted my mouth and tongue, followed by a torrent of his thick rich semen flooding my mouth for me to swallow greedily. I finished by cleaning his manhood with my mouth and tongue, drying them with my hair.
“You deserve to be bent over my desk and ravished my beautiful blonde slave girl; however I do have an important last minute meeting with the General this morning and should leave early.
Will just sitting on my lap suffice until I leave? I crave your sweet kisses.”
I barely sat down, no more that 10 or fifteen minutes of hugs and kisses when Mary walked into his office; she too has keys to the building. She boldly walked over and kissed Matthew on the lips, pausing before kissing my cheek.
I noticed Mary was dressed quite casually in snug blue jeans, a light pink blouse with white sneakers on her feet. Mary’s long silver hair was pulled back a medium-high ponytail that was tied with a shocking pink ribbon.
“My, don’t you two look cozy. I stopped at your house, Chastity. I was hoping you and I can have breakfast together before your appointments. I surmised you would be here.”
At Mary’s suggestion, it was back to my house and I put on blue jeans, a slightly darker pink blouse and white sneakers. Mary brushed my hair and put it up in an identical, but not as long ponytail and then tied it with a shocking pink ribbon.
I was standing in front of my full length bedroom mirror admiring her refection and mine when Mary put her hand around my waist to hug me.
I turned to hug Mary back and she did something quite unexpected, Mary hugged me and kissed my lips; she then kissed me again....and I enjoyed the experience. Our relationship had become more complex, yet remained the same if not better.
“I’ve always wanted to do that, dear. Consider this a kiss between sisters. I didn’t think you would mind because you have grown in the ways of erotica.
I always wanted a sister; especially a sister as talented and beautiful as you to share the many different things that sister might share....we are in fact sisters in submission to the Major.”
We were dressed like a sexy matching mother older-sister younger sister team when we entered the restaurant; I with a golden blonde ponytail and Mary with her longer one of silver.
There was a young man in his twenties in the booth watching us as we sat down at our table.
“Do you see him checking us out, Mary, he’s practically leering.”
“I do and I’m not interested...ignore him.” Mary picked up her menu to study the breakfast specials.
“No let’s have some fun!”
I pushed her menu down and then leaned over to kiss Mary’s lips lingering a few seconds for the full effect while I looking in his direction.
“Chastity, I.....Mary said a bit flustered but smiling nonetheless.
“You should see the looks on his face” I interrupted, amused at his shocked reaction; “Thank you big sister for being willing to share....”
Our first stop after breakfast was at a three story medical building that was constructed almost entirely of steel and mirrored glass. With an ultra-modern, almost futuristic architectural style, the building stood out on the landscaped to perfection grounds of the medical park.
“You must fill out the medical forms and then answer any questions put to you by the doctor. Did you bring your medical records from your old gynecologist?”
“Yes, they are in my leather folder,” I answered patting the soft brown leather with my hand.
As we walked towards the front entrance Mary explained that the building housed the best of the best including dentists, dermatologists, plastic surgeons, and gynecologists.
All of the cutting edge professionals were equipped with state
of the art medical equipment.
They guaranteed absolute privacy and discretion which is why we were here. Mary explained on the way in to expect plain clothes armed guards at several checkpoints on all the floors.
Mary also told me, “I know Matt talked about electrolysis and that was my mistake as I used the term loosely for that old technology. What you are getting is true cutting edge technology and just recently approved....
Once we were past the first security check point we took an elevator to the second floor, and then were buzzed into Dr. J. Pulaski’s plush and comfortable empty waiting room across from the second security check point. I was squirming in my chair while filling out my medical history paperwork being a bit nervous.
I finished the paperwork and gave it the receptionist; I sat down on the couch next to Mary. She explained then that Doctor Andrews is a uniquely brilliant man.
Besides being a plastic surgeon the good Doctor also has degrees in laser physics and is particularly interested in quantum electronics, laser construction and Gaussian beams.
After waiting about 15 minutes, a slim, black-haired woman of Caucasian and Asian descent; Japanese to be specific, walked into the waiting room carrying medical file.
She is a tiny little thing in her white lab coat. She looked less than five feet tall and weighed no more than 90 pounds. At first I thought she was a Physician Assistant or perhaps the doctor’s nurse. That was not the case. This was Doctor Janet Pulaski, the Gynecologist I was here to see.
I estimated Janet to be in her late twenties but as it turned out she is 5 years younger than me. Janet’s thick and shiny black hair was cut in a blunt, just below chin length bob. The front was brushed back and held in place with a simple silver barrette at the back of her head to keep it off her face.
When Mary made the introductions I was surprised that for such a small woman how firm and strong Janet’s hand shake was. They however didn’t shake hands; Janet hugged Mary and they kissed on the lips. I was intrigued. Was Janet a member of the Community?
The three of us went into her office, where I was asked some questions while Janet took notes. Janet’s style with people was different than mine. There was no doubt that Janet was in charge and would broach no nonsense, yet her manner was open and friendly.
Janet closed my file and asked, “Do you have any questions for me?”
“I assume I am here for an examination.”
“Correct; a complete and thorough examination followed by your procedure with Dr. Andrews. His office is office and laboratory takes up the entire top floor.
After that procedure I will be doing the piercing and insert your pussy jewelry but not today; I will take the measurements today though. Shall we get started?
Mary got up and went into the waiting room while Janet led me to an examining room. I completely undressed and put on a hospital gown. Once I was as comfortable as possible in the stirrups, Janet continued to be business-like and thorough during my entire examination.
“You’re a remarkably healthy woman, Chastity. Everything checks out just fine. Since Matthew is of the Community there will be no charge.
The same with many others of the select Professionals in this building should you chose to use them. You may speak freely with me and ask any questions.”
“How well do you know Matthew, Janet?” I asked as I got off the table to bend over and stretch. She did say I could speak freely and I did like her.
“We are presently lovers on and off if that is what you are wondering. Matthew may have me whenever he wishes since he has trained and introduced many submissive women to the Community. The Major is different from most men and Dominants in general.
He’s very strict; however there is no cruelty or meanness in his methods. Actually, the Major is a bit of a romantic.
Matthew makes a woman feel special when you are with him, because to him you are special. The Major confided in me that he considers women God’s greatest creation in the entire Universe!
He truly believes a woman orgasm is the greatest gift a Master can receive or give to his submissive. He also believes a Master is a poor man indeed if he doesn’t bring out the full orgasmic pleasure in his submissive woman.
Few of the dominant men in the Community convert or train their own women; they pay Matthew handsomely for his expertise, and heaven help them if they abuse those who were once in his charge.
“I need to take some precise measurements of your vagina, particularly your labia majora and minora. Please lie down flat on that examining table and get comfortable.” Janet said, patting the top with her hand, “Would you like another pillow?”
“Yes, please,” I answered, getting on it and lying down.
“I have to say, you are taking this very well for a novice. I have been with the Community for 10 years. We always delight having another career woman in our midst. Do you play a musical instrument? That would be a plus because many of us do. I play the violin.”
“No, but I a paint and draw; Janet, are you a submissive?”
“Yes, of course I am.”
“But you are a Medical Doctor, Janet, and a Gynecologist?”
“I’m a woman first, Chastity.”
“Did Matthew train you?”
“No, Dr. Andrews brought me into the Community. My first Dominant after that was Dr. Pierce Moreau. He has since been banned from the Community. That abusive bastard and Dr. Andrews were good friends up until then.
That sadist views submissive women as just a piece of meat. He jokingly refers to submissive women as three-hole-wonders except he’s not joking.
“What did the doctor do to you to get expelled?”
“As I said he’s a sadist; mean and cruel. His good manners and charm is merely a facade.
The bastard took me to a Traditional Men’s Barber after hours. Waiting was audience were friends or acquaintances from outside the Community. My hair was butt length at that time, blunt cut all the way around. It will take me years to grow it that long again.
The Barber cut my hair off in stages while the mostly male audience hooted and jeered. Mid-back length first; shoulder length next with long blunt bangs; I’ve never had bangs in my life.
Next a chin length bob with shorter bangs. That style was followed by a bowl cut, the hair on the sides and back of my head cut almost down to stubble with clippers.
I was given a horseshoe flattop with completely shaved sides and back for my next to last haircut. The bastard then let all his friends, men and women rub my head and mock me.
Finally the barber clipped off my remaining hair and shaved my head completely bald with a straight razor.
The bastard did this for no other reason than to humiliate me because I’m professional woman; he then bragged he wouldn’t allow me to wear a wig and said he wanted me permanently bald with the same procedure you are having done.
I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg. I wasn’t aroused by it. I kept my composure. Permanently bald never! I wanted my hearing in the Community as is my right. When I told him I contacted the Major he became violently enraged!
The coward deliberately broke my arm in a fit of anger. At my hearing the liar then claimed it was an accident. We are a tight knit group of people. That was when I was put under the Major’s and John’s protection.
I had my hearing with most Community members present. We submissive women are allowed our say and participate.
Dr. Moreau denied breaking my arm, claiming I fell on the stairs. He further claimed that I volunteered to go to the barber shop and enjoyed it.
John and Matthew confronted that cruel sadist in a locked room of the Community Mansion while the members waited.
They put the fear of hellfire into him. My broken arm cost him a tidy bit of money. It was either that or..... How did Matthew put it? Oh yes, “He will be picking teeth out of his ass with two broken arms with much worse to follow.
I take some satisfaction in knowing that after the Major was done with him the coward literally wet his pants for everyone to see. If your will excuse the expression, the Major slapped the shit out of him.
I’m not a vindictive person, however there is a certain type of rough justice among true Alpha-Males that I am drawn too; Dr. Moreau proved to be anything but.
Matthew is an enforcer. Aaron is also an Enforcer and its good thing they get along. They both defer to Dr. Andrews though.
There is not a woman I can think of that Matthew can’t convert when he puts his mind to it. In this the Major has surpassed his mentor.
Nobody in the Community may lay hands on or touch you without Matthew’s explicit permission.
You will be put on display of course; it’s look but do not touch for the other Dominant men, the Masters if you prefer.
The wise ones will not dare ask Matthew because of all the Alpha males the enforcers are the top dogs.
Matthew was Aaron’s mentor for a time. Nevertheless, it would be a clash of the titans should the two decide to brawl.”
“What exactly is an Enforcer?”
“There are three, Dr. Andrew’s is one. They maintain order within the Community.”
“Matthew would win any fight, including with Aaron” I said assuredly.
“Maybe,” Janet replied smiling, “I wouldn’t want to see either hurt. I suggest you reserve judgment until you meet him. Aaron possesses a certain type of magnetism; the same magnetism as the Major.”
“May Matthew have any woman without permission, Janet?”
“Only the ones the Major trained and brought in. He may have women under his protection such as me. Even then the Major will ask for permission, as courtesy and nobody has refused him yet.
It is rare that he will ask another Dominant for his woman. Matthew doesn’t take advantage; the same for Aaron which is why they are respected in the Community. In the Community, Matthew is respectfully addressed by everyone as the Major; in my case it’s a term of respect and endearment.
The Enforcers stay out of the petty politics because they are the final arbitrators of disputes if there a tie votes for any decision made in the Community.
“What if the Enforcers can’t agree, Janet?”
“They always have; Aaron will defer to the older and experienced man, as will the Major.”
My mind was reeling as I thought, ‘Mary and I have so much to talk about. There is so much more I want to know about the Community.’
I know you are Matthew’s submissive lover of your own free will,” Janet stated, matter-of-factly, “Matthew has never taken a married woman as a submissive before. However that is your business. Please get up and walk across the room and back for me.”
“We are more than just lovers. I love him and he loves me.” I insisted, walking across and back. My woman’s instincts told me that Janet was sincere, “I’m stuck in a loveless marriage, Janet, and well, it’s complicated, I....”
“I’m sure it is; just as I know you will make the right decision when the time comes. Mary thinks the world of you Chastity; you are the sister she never had, however that can be a subject for another time.
I’m finished with your measurements and pleased with the results. The shape of your flower is perfect for the procedure I will do.”
“My flower?” I asked not sure what Janet was referring too but then guessed before she answered.
“Your vagina, of course; Matthew wants your clitoral hood pierced.”
“I know but will it hurt?” I asked, anxiously.
“I see that your ears are not pierced. Do you have a problem with needles?”
“I hate shots and needles!”
“You will feel a sharp pinch, and then it will be over. I can numb the area with a topical anesthetic, or I can give you a mild sedative. A true submissive woman will often dispense with both to experience all the aspects of her submission.”
“Then I will dispense with both; are you going to insert a captive bead ring, Janet?” I asked bravely.
“Yes, exactly, because of your particular anatomy I have decided on a captive bead ring. It is made from highly polished 2 gauge titanium.
You don’t know how lucky you are. The shape of your flower is perfect for this ring that I have selected for you. Your ring will be a permanent reminder of your submission to the Major.
He will decide when you will wear the dangling solid platinum balls. Think of them as pussy jewelry. The balls can be easily removed or added to your pussy ring.
When the balls are attached, the added weight will further stimulate your clitoris when you move. That is why I took such precise measurements.”
“Will I be tender, afterward?”
“Not necessarily, that is contingent on your tolerance for pain and discomfort. As your Doctor, I recommend that you abstain from intercourse for 4 to 6 weeks to let the hole heal around the ring properly.”
“Can you pierce my ears, Janet?”
“Yes although not today. We’ll save it for your next appointment. Welcome to our little Community.....”
I refreshed myself in Janet’s bathroom to make sure my hair was perfect for Dr. Andrews, Matthew’s mentor; I wanted to make a good impression with him.
My permanent hair removal procedure for lack of a better term was nothing like I expected, nor was it actually electrolysis; However to say it was true cutting edge technology is an understatement.
The attending Doctor, John Andrews was a very fit and trim, distinguished looking man in his mid-sixties with a thick head of silvery hair. He explained the procedure briefly to Mary and me and then.
“Well Mary, from what I can see the Major’s praise for you is always well deserved. I can assure you that your hard work will be recognized by the Community, both as a professional woman, a submissive and as Chastity’s mentor.”
“Thank you, John. Chastity deserves most of the credit though. I have never had a submissive in training as receptive or as imaginative or as talented.
That aside, Chastity is like the sister I never had,” Mary reached over and squeezed my hand, “I’m very proud of Chastity and I’ve never seen the Major happier.”
“If you will wait in the lounge you will see I have made arrangements for your comfort. You may leave us Mary, but first a hug for me?” “Yes, John,” Mary said as she kissed his lips, lingeringly while the Doctor hugged her, and then she left us alone.
“So Chastity, you are Matthew’s woman. I must say you are a beautiful woman at that. I say this not only as your Doctor but as a man and a Dominant of the Community.
I want you to undress for me Chastity. You will then assume the position on the carpet when I point to the floor. I can assure you that as your Master’s mentor and friend, the Major will humor me in this. You will of course tell him about my critique and also send Matt my warmest regards....you may begin.”
I got up from my chair and stood in front of the Doctor’s desk just far enough away from it so he could walk around me when he added “Chastity?”
“Yes Master John,” I replied looking down.
“Leave your hair for last please, and I’m not into titles. Sir or John will do.”
Soon my clothing was in a puddle on the floor by my feet and I paused for further commands.
“Excellent Chastity; Mary has taught you well, just as the Major has chosen well!” The Doctor exclaimed getting up out of his chair and clapping softly as he walked to stand in front of me.
“Take your hair out of the ponytail and shake your head...very nice....stop.... look at me. Put your hands behind your head and turn around slowly.....very good....your nipples are hard. Are you getting aroused by being put on display?
You don’t need to answer it is a redundant question. Did you know I first met the Major at a hockey game almost 20 years ago? Mary was with him that night; a younger man with an older woman. The flavor of the relationship was obvious to me.”
The Doctor pointed to the floor. I knelt first with my back straight and arms behind my back before with just the right pause before leaning forward to lie on my stomach; my long blonde hair covering my face as I pressed my head on my hands on the carpet by his feet.
Mary say’s it is poor etiquette for a Dominant to command a submissive to press her face against his feet or shoes when she is not his own.
“I saw little of the hockey game. I instead watched their body language and behavior towards each other. They were both novices, however with the proper direction, the Major’s potential was great...I have a feeling for these things.
I gave the Major my card outside of the stadium after the game. I offered to buy them a drink at the Pub around the corner. You may kneel now..........Do you know what he said to me Chastity?”
“No, Sir,” I answered, fascinated where this was going.
“Sorry, I’m not interested,” they attempted to walk away. You prostrate yourself well. I assume you have learned the different variations of “the position” such as arms outstretched palms up and buttocks elevated?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, wondering what happened next when they tried to walk away.
“I’ll let the Major finish the story. I consider Matt my finest protégé. He can look beyond a woman’s outward appearance to explore the mind and soul of a woman knowing that potential, talent and intelligence overrides looks. Many times the plainest or even the plumpest woman makes the best submissive with so much to offer.”
John gathered my hair in his hands feeling it texture and smiling, “you have beautiful thick hair my dear. Long hair has always been my preference, but as I was saying.
Proper discipline aside, the Major will not allow the women of our Community to be abused. Never let it be sad that there is a fine line between abuse and discipline. Those who believe this are sadists and are not welcome in our Community.
“May I speak, Sir?”
“You may, Chastity.”
“Then it stands to reason the dominant men who abuse their woman are thrown out of the Community permanently.
“Yes, that is correct.”
“What becomes of the abused women?”
“They may choose another dominant, or they may choose to be available to all. They may choose one or more of the Enforcers. They many simply leave,” he said letting go of my hair.
“The Major tells me that you are a very talented artist. He contends that you can draw an object or the scenic view of nature from memory alone. Matt insists you leave a piece of your generous and caring ethereal soul in the art you create with your hands.
I’m looking forward to seeing your artwork. I too paint and draw, although not as well as you apparently. My Nurse will be here in a few minutes to prep you. I must prepare as well. There is no need to get dressed......”
The Doctor’s Nurse, Susan, was dressed from head to foot in surgical scrubs. She took me to a sterile and brightly lit room with a small enclosed round shower.
The shower except for the stainless steel fixtures was made from a single seamless piece of glass as was the rotating shower door.
It was very modern and utilitarian as well as absolutely sparkling clean and spotless. I wouldn’t mind having a shower like this at home; cleanup would be a breeze.
Susan gave me a disposable plastic shower cap and a small sealed bottle of liquid Antibacterial Soap.
As instructed I lathered and rinsed twice, paying special attention to my vagina. I got out and stepped onto a heavy paper mat, where I dried myself well under warm air jets and heat lamps. Lastly, I changed into a paper hospital gown and soft slippers before entering the procedure room.
The room where the procedure took place was quite futuristic looking; similar to one might see in a Science fiction movie set. Everything was clean and spotless and the dominant color white. There were rows of monitors built into the wall.
There was medical equipment in stainless steel or chrome the likes of which I have never seen before. It was designed to swing out over the raised padded table on which I would recline in comfort.
The actual procedure might be boring to some because a person has to remain perfectly still and quiet with nothing to do but listen to music. I meditated working a painting in my mind while the ultra-precise pulsating variable-wave length band cold laser painlessly did its job on my pussy.........
After my procedure, the Doctor invited us into his private office for some light refreshments. He asked politely and we couldn’t refuse such a request; John is an Enforcer and it simply is not done.
There were a few light desserts including fruit or yogurt to go with our coffee or tea. Mary sat quietly while he and I talked.
Dr. Andrews is friendly and charming and soon had me completely relaxed and at ease. He genuinely wanted to know all about me. Like Matthew, John remembered everything I told him in the two hours we chatted....goodness where did the time go.
Before we left Dr. Andrew hugged and kissed Mary’s lips as before, tugging her ponytail playfully and giving her bottom a little pat.
John then turned to me, studying me thoughtfully before he pointed to the carpet at his feet. I immediately got on my knees with my hand crossed behind my back.
He lifted my chin with his hand to look into my eyes, “You are a treasure, my dear Chastity; you have very nice manners and a gentle and caring way about you. Bless your parents; they raised you well.......welcome to our Community.
Mary and I had a light dinner; both of us ordered the salmon steak and a garden salad. We had several glasses of a nice dry white wine with our meal. We quietly talked about all that happened that day, but especially about the Community.
We lost all track of time. It was quite late when I got home. Donald snoring loudly on the couch with a half full pizza box on his stomach and a couple of empty pint whiskey bottles on the floor next to him......that’s my husband, charming as ever.
The thoughts of dancing in his office that morning carried to my dreams that evening when I was alone in bed, missing being held in my lover’s strong arms.
I dreamt I was naked save for my pearls. My hair was put up in the same loose wavy bun. My Master was wearing his camouflage fatigues with spit shined combat boots.
We were in a seemingly endless ballroom dancing on a pink marble floor with red granite Corinthian columns reaching to the sky. These magnificent columns supported a breathtaking dome carved from a mountain of the clearest transparent quartz crystal that was laced with veins of the purest brightest gold that could only have been found in heaven itself.
The people were dressed similarly from the time of Queen Victoria of England. The women were beautiful in their gorgeous colorful flowing ballroom gowns of silk and satin brocade festooned with ribbons, bows or costly gems.
Their elaborately styled upswept hair was woven with jewels, ribbons and flowers; some of the women were crowned with tiaras of solid gold set with the most rare and precious of gem stones.
These beautiful women prostrated themselves one-by-one at Matthew’s feet, hoping to be noticed by him as we waltzed past or around them.
Instead of the traditional white or black tailed coats, the handsome men were dressed in colors of the birds of paradise.
These colorful male puffin popinjays with their long perfumed and sleek with pomade curly hair were silently clapping in approval as they bowed to me; theirs arms extended palms up imploring to cut and dance with me. I shooed these silly fops away with a wave of my hand.
Matthew and I danced and spun around the ballroom past these multitudes of people. We left them far behind until we were literally dancing on the very air itself, surrounded by a swirl of red rose petals as we ascended to the crystal dome of the mountain.
”I love you Chastity. I love you as I have loved no other woman. You are the wings beneath my feet and the treasure of my heart,” Matthew then kissed my lips.......
Rating: 86%, Read 7315 times, Posted Jun 29, 2015
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