And you know what’s coming next, don’t you? You know I’m going to have you do your pussy too. You know you’re going to come out of this bath as naked as the day you were born. And you know I like this honey, but not for the reason you think. I do like smooth legs and smooth armpits, but I also like to know I’m with a woman, a mature, ripe and fertile woman. I don’t want the illusion that I’m with a prepubescent girl, not where it counts.
And so go ahead, honey. Start on your pubic hair. Do you do this as a part of your routine, is it just a matter of cleaning up the stubble? Or do you never shave your pussy at all? Do you have to take your time on it, go slowly and carefully? I would like to know my dear, as much as I’m sure you would like to know why it is I’m shaving you, even though I prefer women au naturale between the legs. So I’ll tell you what, you shave, take your time, and I will explain while you do. It’s very simple really, and it has nothing to do with what I like, or what you like. It has everything to do with the way this relationship works, which is that I get to be in charge, I get to make the decisions on the most intimate topics imaginable, like whether you shave your pubic hair or not. What matters is not which way I prefer it, what matters is you make a physical change to demonstrate that yes, you agree, I get to make the decisions.
Say “Yes,” for me honey. “Yes.”
“Yes sir, you get to decide.”
And keep shaving. Get it all, get it smooth, good girl.
So because of the way this is working, with so much time between my now and yours, I can’t know whether you normally go around shorn or unshorn, not now, not yet. And so the only way to guarantee that you’re going to make a change is to start with you shaved, and then have you grow it back in. That way you make a change for sure, and that way I get to have you the way I want you, when the change is finally done.
And you do know how very much I want to have you, don’t you honey? Very much, indeed.
Au naturale. Today you’re shaving for me, after today you won’t ever shave again. And the whole time that it’s all growing back, every day of longer and longer hair, you’ll be reminded of the reason you’re going through the exercise, which is because I want you to and for no other reason. You’ll be reminded when you dress in the morning, and when you strip at night. You’ll be reminded when you take a shower, and especially when you take a bath. You’ll be reminded every time it occurs to you to think of it, and it will occur to you to think about it often, because you’re going to find yourself even more obsessed with this, obsessed with me, than you have ever been before.
And that’s saying a lot, isn’t it honey. Because you and I both know how your thoughts turn to me at the most unusual times. We both know the flood of arousal that hits you at random moments in the middle of the day, whenever you look at a door, our door, whenever you go stand on the road that connects us. Those things make you think of our journey, and they make you wonder what is he doing now? Now?
But that’s for tomorrow, that obsession, and this is tonight, this is bath time, intimate time, not sex time. And so once you’re done shaving, once your pussy is clean and smooth, we’re going to carry on with bath time. Water out, shower on, time to rinse, starting with your hair. First rinse just takes off what’s left of the soap, face and neck and arms. Body, front and back, and between your buttocks, and down each leg. Are you having trouble reading this and showering at the same time? I’m smiling as I think of you doing it, slightly silly, isn’t it? But fun, very fun, and only you and I will know. So now we’re going to wash your lovely tresses. Head under the shower again, shampoo in and scrub it hard, squeeze the suds through, get them everywhere, and then rinse, rinse it so well, and do it again, with half as much shampoo this time. That’s the key to rinse and repeat, using half as much the second time. Squeeze it through again, and I’m sure your fingers and toes are getting wrinkled by now. That’s okay, honey, because we’re almost done, though we’d both like this to last forever.
Second rinse now, for all of you, water on full, notch up the heat, and go over every last part of you, slowly, slowly, getting all the places soap can stick. Get your hair soaked, get behind your ears. Do the underside of your breasts, and it’s alright if you jump as the spray comes across your nipples. Get your belly and back, and get up between the cheeks of your ass, and your pussy, and all around. Get between each finger, and get between each toe, and smile because you’re done at last, spic and span.
Water off and out of the bath and into the first warm, fluffy towel. Dry off your body, face, left arm, right arm, back, front, left leg, right leg, both feet all ten toes, and both hands, and then do your hair. Wrap the towel around your hair when you’re done, wrap the second towel around you, and off to your bed.
And then - towels off, PJs on. Slide yourself down between the sheets, and feel me tucking you in, making sure you’re as snug and safe as you are pink and clean. Feel me hug you, big and easy. Feel me kiss you on the cheek, and you can smile and giggle and get another kiss, just for being so cute, so special, so mine. Feel me look at you with warmth and tenderness, feel the specialness of now, feel the intimacy of this moment that is yours and mine and no-one else’s.
And snuggle down to sleep tight, and know that I am watching over you.
Dance Girl
Club time. I love the music, that dark pounding beat that turns on the heat, sets up the groove, drives my body to move. I love the scene, lights and lasers, smoke and mirrors, hot boys and hotter girls, flash passion on the floor with some random Romeo. It pumps my mind to bump and grind, and what gets me wet isn’t the men but my power over them. Hook him in, tease him hard, rub him with my bouncing body, spin around, arch my back and feel my victory, hard through his jeans against my ass, then spin again, back into the circled girl-twirl, seal him out, ignore him while his lust goes limp.
I watch him leave, then ride the dance trance, grinding chicks until I need another power fix. I’m a sex vixen vampire, out all night stealing men’s souls, then home at dawn to crash behind closed curtains for the day. Sunday’s sunlight sears me. More to say the day’s mundane demands suck my spirit dry. Monday morning strikes like lightning and I rise up from the slab, head into the lab. I slip on my dark glasses, show up for my classes but that woman isn’t me. She’s differential undead, a female form phantasm, with curves unintegrated, heated under constant pressure, and in thermodynamic equilibrium with Hell. Physics resonates but class work is nothing but viscous drag.
Friday freedom, dance trance. It’s a six hour orgasm and the floor is packed with sweat and sex. I’m here to claim what’s mine, and I measure my night by the boys I score, though I’ve always lost track by twelve. I dress in class-trash, tight little slut-skirt and fuck-me-now boots, show enough to make them want me, style enough to be out of their league. Dance trance. They want to fuck me but I’m a show-girl not a go-girl, married to the music and ever faithful to the beat. I get all I need in their desire, and ride the rhythm all night long. Do it, do it hard, play it loud, pound it in me, slam me with ten thousand watts root-mean-square. I have my place, right where the big bass driver makes the very air shake.
Pump it up, pump it out, pump it in me. I spin up and do the splits on the speaker's top, feel the bass beat my body right where I need it most and shudder through the climax, jerking to the music. In that instant every man’s fantasy is that I’m coming right in front of them, little knowing that I really am. Spin back down before I’m caught, I’m not allowed to do it, I just need to. Fuck them all, and every cock is hard as rock, as I rock hard for them, even if it's too dark to see the dirtier details of my depraved display.
Fuck yes, I’m a dirty girl for someone still a virgin. I lock eyes with uber-jock, hard muscle ready to tussle, a tall-lean-square double-dare. I let him scope me, want to grope me, let him dance over, then slide my hands down his arms, feel his strength. He moves well, and I can tell his body will know what to do. I let him kiss me so I know he'll miss me, and my entire body is electri
fied as the high-voltage sparks fly. I turn around and give him the bump-and-grind, arch my back. I look over my shoulder, see his face, know that he’d fuck me on the floor, if he could, if I would. I give it to him until he’s ready to blow and then I go, spin-spin back into the girl-twirl, my bass-bouncing chastity belt. I’m so energized I double up the beat, moving to the centre so he can’t follow, moving too fast for him if he did. He tries to get in for more of my sin, but he fails to penetrate, leaves the tease in defeat and I score another notch for me. The light show flickers in my eyes, blurring out the world as the beat pounds my brain. Take that, my leaving, lusting, love loser. I’m the hottest slut in the room and I know it.
Dance trance, change tracks. I jump back to the fundamental frequency, move my body, let the lights streak as the world spins. The music shifts and I drop into rhythm with this gorgeous girl. She’s just my height, just my build but light to my darkness with deep blue eyes and pure blonde hair. We phase-lock, push and pull, put on a private semi-sex show. She spins me around and we grind together, her snatch against my ass as hot as any denim-caged cock. This is my power, this is my moment, this gets the eyes back on my body where they belong, and I work her like a stripper on the pole. Every woman in here is dressed to kill and moves to thrill, but the girl-girl double play trumps them all.
Dance trance. I scan the hungry eyes, then close my own and let my play-partner have her way with me, hands on my waist, setting the rhythm, setting the motion. She spins me around, face to face and our breasts collide, rigid nipples score scorching lines over soft and supple skin. We’re dancing dirty, and I let her go farther than I’d ever let a man, touching me, leading me through sinuosities guaranteed to pull in cocks like compass needles seeking north. I see us centred in a sacrificial circle, as the rigid, thrusting rods spurt sperm on the floor in ritual supplication to their sex goddess twins.
Dance trance, change tracks. She’s a fine find, my anonymous Amazon, she knows how to work the crowd, how to work me, and she works me good. She spins me again, takes the lead with casual ease, her hands sliding over my curves with firm assurance. I spot my next tease-target, a leather-jacket bad boy, truck driver or hard rider, and either way he’s dangerous goods with a long, wide load. I catch his eye and glance away, lure him in with his lust. He dances over, looking for the opening I’m about to give him and I let the moment build while I soak up the rush. A split-beat later I spin to let him in, but my Amazon’s hands keep me turning, past him and into her and then we’re locked, eye to eye in a tit-tit collision, and I can feel her nipples hard on mine. She shakes her head, a tiny motion, telling me that he’s out of bounds, and my world turns upside down.
Boys are toys and the way to win the girl-game is to collect the set, but Amazon is playing by different rules. She holds my gaze and I descend into the haze of her female sweat-scent. Her hands are on my body, moving me where she wants me to go. The world slows down. I close my eyes, let her do what she feels, and I can’t believe it’s really happening. The music fades to a distant roar and suddenly I’m on the half beat, the quarter beat, dephased from the rhythm and we’re slow dancing, tight, tight, tight. I can’t think, can barely breathe but my body knows what it wants, and my belly tenses, my pussy swells, ready for her to do whatever she likes.
Dance trance, change tracks. It’s different now, not about the beat but the bubble that encases us, her warm form sliding against my skin, her scent and my own filling my world, my mind, my everything. I tremble because I’m terrified, my anti-slut secret is I’ve only ever kissed a boy, never even kissed a girl but I know it’s going to happen now. I want to run and can’t, I’m paralyzed, my vampire-vixen power drained like she’s spiked a silver stake through my heart. Her hand slides up from the small of my back, up to my shoulders, up to my neck and I haven’t got the strength to escape, and then she’s doing it. She kisses me as if she has all the time in the world, slowly, softly, not even parting my lips. They part on their own and then she’s exploring me and I can feel myself dissolve, all the power of my sexuality, extracted dance-erotic from a thousand-thousand men, she drains it out of me and into her.
I’m so weak I can barely stand and she’s holding me up, still moving me, seducing me, and it happens all at once, no warning, my cunt clenching hard in sync with the beat, my climax and my first surrender. She captures my gasp with her lips and I have no memory at all of how we got to the bathroom stall. What I recall, what’s seared into my brain is the pleasure and pain, and the sight of her sticky-slick slit. She sits splayed on the seat while I kneel on the floor, dirty knees as I strive to please. What’s scorched into my memory is her touch, her scent, her musk-salt sex, enveloping me as I lap my tongue against her stiff-swollen clit, to prove to her that I am hers. I took it for her, took it all as her stickiness smeared my face, put me in my place, marked me as her territory. She held my hair, no longer gentle as she had danced. She was rough, because she could be rough. She had captured me and I was hers to use or abuse, and when she came she pulled so hard it hurt.
I didn’t care. I wanted her to hurt me, I needed it so I could show how far she could go. I wanted her to love me and whip me and feed me and fuck me. I wanted her to hold me, punish me, tease me, please me, dress me and undress me, tell me I was a good girl and a bad girl but most of all her girl. She made me crave to be her slave, to crawl for her, beg for her, lick her boots, her cunt, her tits, her everything, and everywhere. I needed to take it all, have her give me more. And she did it and she still does it and my world is complete living at her feet.
Dance trance, change tracks, the music is different but the rhythm remains the same.
Part Ten
Class-trash is the way dance-girl dressed, when she wanted the attention on her. Class-trash is how I’m going to dress you, honey, for this next little step on our journey. This one is full-frontal audience participation, honey. It’s going to take all day, so plan a day to spend with me, and come back that morning. I want you dressed in your class-trash best, and by that I mean your sluttiest little skirt and your most enticing stockings and your best come-fuck-me pumps. I want a tight little top so flimsy your nipples might tear holes in it. Skirt and top, stockings and shoes and that’s all. You’ll notice a complete absence of underwear on that list. No bra, no panties, you don’t need them for this one. I want hooker-red on your lips, and no other makeup. I want you looking like a trashy street slut crossed with a high-priced whore. Do it for me honey, spend some time on it, make it good because you know you want to. Set up your best dance-beat music, and bring your digital camera. And honey? When you come make sure you lock our door behind you, and disconnect the phone.
I’ll be seeing you soon.
Okay honey, now it’s just you and me, alone and private. And now that you’re dressed the part, I want you to take a good, long look in the mirror. Check out your tits, rub the nipples stiff so they stick through the fabric and feel my hands on them, grabbing them hard, mauling them like you were some cheap slut picked up in a sleazy dance bar. Check out your lips, vamped up with that fuck-me-now lipstick, and imagine how they’ll look wrapped around my cock. Check out your ass, check out your legs in those heels. You’re a slut here, honey, nothing more and nothing less. Now go set up the camera, set up the timer, set it up for video if you can, set up the lights and background. Now music on, and move to the beat. Don’t just look the part, feel it, live it, be it.
I want you posing, sexy poses, revealing poses, slutty poses. I want you to vamp it right up, get into it, like a whore trying to raise her selling price. I want private poses, just for me, skirt-up poses, tits-out poses. I want you to move your body to the rhythm, get into it, do the slut-strut with a roll to your hips, work your body, put yourself on display. Strip to the music. Go on, move it honey, I want you to prance like the dirtiest girl at the dance. We’re going to strip the veneer here, honey. No more nice girl, professional girl, none of that. I want you to be the total, utter street slut and nothing else.
You’re going to be my own personal pornstar, so get clicking, shoot yourself in the mirror if you have to, I don’t care about artistic merit, I care about hot shots - tits, cunt and ass. Don’t be shy, honey, the time for shyness with you and me is long, long past. Are you ready for your close-up? Do it, do it now.
Click, click, click, the camera loves you because, my God, you’re such a hot little bitch. Fuck yes, work it slut. Come on, part your lips and pout sexy for me, make those big, big, bedroom eyes. Come on, part your legs and pout again, show me how trashy you can get. This excites your bad girl side, I know it does. Let’s see how you look with one leg up so I can see up your skirt. Let’s see how you look bent right over with your legs apart and your cunt exposed. I want to watch you give head to a banana, I want to see you lick ice cream from a bowl. Click, click, click. Now let’s see how you look masturbating, peeling back the hood of your clit. Let’s see how you look with your sticky fingers spreading your sticky pussy, and sliding inside. Go on, do it, and then lick them clean. Use your imagination, honey, and burn those images into your dirty little mind. Work it like a stripper, honey. Make it good, make it very good. Show me just how depraved you can be.
That’s my bad girl, keep the shutter clicking in your very first porno photoshoot. It takes twenty frames to get one money shot, so take lots. I want to see everything. Play dress-up for me, I want you naked in boots, jerking off in bra and panties. I want everything from trashy-but-innocent to naughty teasing to dirty-dancing eager slut. I want you from every angle, every pose, every position. Keep your cunt open for it honey, keep your nipples stiff, keep your clit hard. Make it good, take your time. Come back when you’re so hot you could scream, honey, but make sure it’s at least an hour. I want you good and hot, and I want you to know just how far you'll go. Click, click, click. Go do your photo shoot, honey, and come back when you’re mine in digital reality.
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