SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 36, Kayley makes the Rules

THE ENSLAVEMENT OF HELEN AND COLIN, PART TWO OF THREE

KAYLEY

Oh fuck. I was never getting out of here!

Right, so I was supposed to dominate them. They probably didn’t have any gear, no handcuffs, restraints, ropes, nothing. I bet they didn’t even have a fucking vibrator. Think, girl! It's all about the attitude. I stiffened up and glared sternly until their eyes dropped.

“Fine,” I snarled in my best possible dom-bitch voice . “But from this point on, I want absolute obedience. You do exactly what I say, and only what I say. You shut your mouths, speak when spoken to. No more questioning me or my methods. If you don’t enjoy, that’s tough, you signed up for it. Your purpose is to serve me, not whine like babies. And I do whatever I want. From this point on, your bodies belong to me.”

I slid off the table and walked towards them, walking in a circle around them. They stood at attention, staring straight ahead as I inspected their nude bodies. Helen still had that flush down to the tops of her breasts. Once I was behind them, I felt a little better, there was less pressure when they weren’t looking at me. I could breathe. I looked them over.

Colin really did have a nice ass. I really, really nice. His best feature was his eyes, but his ass was running a close second. I bet that ass brought in a lot of tips from women and gay men when he was working as a waiter. I also bet he had no clue.

Oh, I wanted to bite that ass!

Impulsively, I stepped up behind Colin, breathing heavily on the back of his neck. He shivered. I felt a flicker of predatory impulse, like when I was cucking Sam, this wolf-woman impulse to chase, to bring down, to tear into prey. I stepped closer, pressing my body against his back, feeling him cower almost subliminally. It would be better if I was naked, if I could feel his skin against mine. I felt hungry. I licked the side of his neck and carefully placed my hands on his bare hips, careful that he might bolt.

“Not one word from you,” I whispered directly into his ear. He gasped loudly. I glanced at Helen, pleased she was obediently staring straight ahead.

I let my hands rise slowly up Colin’s hips, moving inward, tracing his ribs, up to his pectorals. Colin had pert little nipples, and I amused myself pinching and twisting them, until he was giving little gasps with every touch. One hand glided up towards his neck, closing around his throat, my fingernails pressing lightly into the delicate flesh, while the other slid lower, down his ribs, across his belly, fingers burying in his pubic hair, just brushing the base of his hard shaft. He moaned and shook.

“You asked for this,” I whispered, hand on his throat. Then I licked the side of his neck. His whole body shivered gratifyingly. He groaned. I smiled to myself. My uncertainty and nervousness was finally melting away. I was starting to feel that hungry eagerness I’d experienced when cucking Sam, that heady sense of power. The urge to crush.

No need to be cruel, I told myself, that wasn’t part of it. Not really. These were strangers, I couldn't let go. I could be cruel to Colin, I thought, with his twink body, and his smaller cock and his two minute fucking, there was ammunition there. I wondered how far I could go. Could I make him cry? Or would he be impossibly stoic and strong like Sam, as I joyfully emasculated him? I wanted to try. I wanted to break him, crack his shell open, leave him quivering and suck out the juices. I wanted him under my boots, whimpering as I ground down mercilessly.

No. Jesus Christ, Kayley, what the hell is wrong with you?

He was just a naive kid.

And anyway, I didn’t know yet how to dig deep into his real vulnerabilities. It would just be superficial emasculation. Not nearly satisfying enough.

I inhaled, breathing him in, pressing myself against him. No cruelty, just... power. It was almost as intoxicating.

I let my hand drop further, curling around his penis, as I lowered my other hand from his throat and wrapped an arm around his chest, holding him in place. He was trembling now. Weak at the knees? His cock was absolutely stiff, like polished wood. Fingertips traced the uneven surface, the velvet smoothness, all the way up to the glans. What a lovely little cock, I thought of whispering in his ear, too bad it's useless.

He was gasping and groaning nonstop, his body in constant tremble, wracked by periodic shudders. I pulled the foreskin back to feel the shape of his cock head.

“I like the shape of this,” I purred. Then I let it go, he was too close. Instead, I simply enjoyed the sound of his gasp, excitement and longing, raising his temperature, making him quiver and holding him there.

I reached up to his collarbones, dug my fingernails in, and drew them slowly down the length of his body, down past his nipples, his ribs, his belly. I left rows of claw marks down his inner thighs, my hands brushing against his cock lightly, all the way to his knees.

His whole body was trembling, shivering. His skin was red, the heat radiating off it, goosebumps everywhere. It felt like he was ready to pass out. He was practically whimpering.

Time to leave.

I turned to Helen, slightly nervous. Colin was easy prey, a weak male that I’d wrapped around my little finger twice already. Helen was the pushy one. I’d have to take her apart more carefully.

I stepped up behind her. I noticed Colin facing straight ahead, but desperately struggling to side eye us. Helen’s body was so stiff I could almost see the muscles straining. She had really well defined shoulder blades, and this pert ass that looked so tight you could hang paintings off it. I had this impulse to rub my nipples on those shoulder blades.

I reached out, tracing her ear lobe. She jumped. Ignoring her reaction, I let my fingertip find her hairline, tracing it to the back of her neck, and then I drew my fingernail down her spine. She gasped, loudly, a high pitched, almost hooting sound. As I slid past her collar bone, she gasped again, and then again when I reached the small of her back, and one more time as I stroked her tailbone, her asscheeks snapping together like a vise.

I stepped up behind, pressing my body against hers, wrapping my arms around her, trapping her arms at her sides in my grip. It was intoxicating, physically controlling her like this, suddenly I understood how men get off on it.

“You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you,” I whispered in her ear. Involuntarily she sucked in her breath. Her whole body shook helplessly.

I remembered how I’d made Sam come without touch, simply by psychological force. She seemed so high strung, maybe I could do it to her as well. That would be exciting. Then I remembered how traumatic it had been for Sam, like drowning he’d said.

No, I wouldn’t do that again. Not to anyone.

“No, I whispered. “I didn’t forget about you at all.”

I shifted, to whisper in her other ear, my hips humping ever so slightly against her ass. Her body jumped with every casual touch.

“I want you to know, I’m not apologizing any more,” I husked, blowing moist breath. She whined helplessly in fear and desire.

I licked her ear, eliciting a squeal, and shifted to the other side.

“I gave you both every chance. You could have walked away. But here you are. Helen... Helen... Helen... I'm sure you're regretting it now.”

I laughed.

"Too late!"

I loosened my grip and began to run my hands up and down her body, staying away from her breasts and pubic area. Her skin was so smooth.

“Your skin is so pale, like milk. So smooth. I love your body, it’s so perfect, it’s so beautiful. I’ll appreciate you so much more than Colin has. I’m going to make you kneel in front of me,” I whispered. “I’ll make you crawl. I’ll make you beg. I’ll make you love it.”

I slipped my hands down her arms, seizing her wrists.

“Huahh...” she blurted, gasping.

“Maybe I’ll tie you up,” I whispered to her hooting gasps. “Handcuff you. Tie you to the bed spread eagle. Or bend you over the table Or bind you to the chair or some other piece of furniture that leaves you accessible. You have so much furniture, and I have so much imagination.”

I nibbled her shoulder, feeling her body shudder, and her knees almost give way. It excited me wildly, and I could feel myself getting wet. Mine! I thought. My property! My prey! I want! I bit a little harder, again and again, moving up to nip the back of her neck, and then biting her other shoulder.

"Ready to be... contorted?"

“Hoo!” she gasped. “Ah hoo. Ahh”

“Or I might spank you,” I gloated. “Maybe I’ll take that tight little ass and get it all red and hot. Maybe I’ll use a toy on your body. Something that vibrates between your legs. Or goes inside! But, oh my, which hole? How much can that I fit into this tight little body? More than you ever imagined? I'll stretch you! Yes I will! Or clamps for your nipples, oh yes! Maybe I’ll blindfold you, so you can’t see what I’m doing... until it’s too late. I’ll do things to your body, make you feel things you’ve never imagined. Because you’re mine now. I own you. Soooooo many possibilities.”

I reached up, teasing those huge gumdrop nipples. As I touched them, the merest lightest touch, I could feel her reaction as if lighting went through her. I felt their shape, longing to kiss them, to take them between my lips, hold them with my teeth. Bite! Just a little nibble, to see how she reacted. Bite! Bite! I wanted to so badly.

Regretfully, I left her nipples, placing one palm on her belly, and one between her legs, parting her lips. Her knees went loose, and if not for my gentle pressure holding her against me, she might have collapsed.

“You’re so wet!” I whispered triumphantly. “You can’t wait for me to break you, can you?”

“Perhaps I’ll make you kneel and kiss my feet. I’ll turn you into my personal slave, to serve me any way I want. I’ll dress you up in leather and lingerie, maybe a ball gag, and parade you around, show you off to my friends.”

She was practically panting. I could feel it in her, her feeling of being trapped, of danger, the fight and flight impulses frustrated to helplessness, her rapidly beating heart held in my palms.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you to please me with your tongue. Maybe I’ll make love to one of you, and force the other to watch. But which one of you will that be?”

“I might like to fuck Colin again... but this time, you’ll be there, watching. And if you’re very good, I’ll let you touch yourself. Or maybe I’ll punish Colin and make love to you, in front of him... he won’t be allowed to touch himself. Which would make you suffer more, I wonder ?”

I chuckled devilishly. I released her, sliding around in front. She was breathing heavily, panting. Her head hung. I lifted her chin with two fingers and tried to catch her gaze, but her eyes were liquid, sliding all over the place, refusing to meet mine. I wanted to eat her, and not in the good way.

“I’m going to do all sorts of things to you.”

“Uhh ahoo uh uh,” she whimpered. Her lips moved, but she couldn’t form any words. Her skin was goosebumps, cold, with this light sweat. I reached down between her legs, she was just melting on me.

I paused thoughtfully, allowing a sly smile to come over me.

“Question: Do you know what I’ve just noticed right now?”

Her eyes focused on me momentarily.

“What?” she asked. That should have been ‘What did you notice, Miss Kayley’ I thought, but I decided to let it pass.

“All these terrible, awful things I’ve just said, things I’m going to do to you and Colin...”

She looked so hunted, so haunted, terrified, but in lust, a trembling delight. My smile broadened.

“You didn’t say ‘no.’ Not once. At no point did you say ‘no.’ Not once have I heard you say ‘no’ to any of it. Why if I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted it, every bit of it.”

“Ohhhhh,” she whispered, her thin lips parting. Her eyes almost rolled up in her head.

I couldn’t help it, I licked her face. She whimpered, and I had the irresistible urge to do it again.

Fuck! Dial it back, Kayley, what’s wrong with you?

I kissed her, carefully, gently. On some level, I thought I should have asked before I kissed her, but I didn’t want to. I simply pressed my lips against hers, wanting to see how she’d react. Would she retreat? Would she stiffen and resist? Embrace?

She surrendered utterly, I parted her lips, slid my tongue past her teeth, her jaw opened. It was beyond welcome, it was total passivity, complete capitulation. No trace of resistance.

She sighed, moaning into my mouth. I reached up and tweaked a nipple, sending a ripple through her. I broke the kiss, looking at her, her eyes were bleary.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told her, vividly aware of how she must have felt humiliated when Colin had told her I was the most beautiful woman he’d seen, I hoped this would balance things. I whispered, “you take my breath away.”

Actually, I was breathing fine, it was Helen that was breathless. As it should be. The prey pants, the predator closes in.

“I own you now.”

The sound that came out of her was something between a sigh and a sob, it was almost musical to me. It made me so hungry.

Colin moaned.

Reminded of Colin, I glanced at him. I caught his head twitch, he’d turned just enough to try and watch us from the side-eye, and he’d snapped to staring straight ahead. His cock was throbbing urgently, semen oozing from it. Your punishment isn’t finished, boy, I thought to myself.

“Colin,” I snapped, “I want you to look at us. Watch me as I kiss your wife. And don’t you dare touch yourself!”

He turned his head.

“No, turn fully,” I ordered.

He turned to face us. This was kind of fun, no satisfying. They did everything I told them. The possibilities enthralled me. I had no idea what to do with them. But I wanted to do things to them, explore their compliance, direct, control, own, use. It's too bad this was a one time thing. Otherwise, I would make up lists in my leisure time.

“Good boy,” I said with malicious satisfaction. I turned back to my quivering possession. God, she was so aroused, I could literally smell it on her, a scent of vaginal arousal stronger than I'd ever encountered. I bet every stray dog in the neighborhood could smell her pussy.

“Are you all right?” I asked Helen, careful to keep any trace of kindness or compassion under wraps.

She nodded.

“Ready?”

Nodded again. There, a ghost of a smile. A hunger.

I kissed her again, and again, she surrendered completely, without even a trace of resistance.

Some cruel deep part of me thought ‘fuck you, Colin, she belongs to me now.’ Ouch! God, I was toxic. I took that thought and shoved it way down and locked it behind a steel vault.

I just let myself enjoy the kiss, letting her melt into me, yielding, submitting. As I kissed her, I let my hands find her nipples, sending electric shocks through her, feeling her twitch and tremble and shiver with every touch. I'd kissed girls at parties, to give guys a thrill, and a part of me had always wanted to go further.

But this was so different. This wasn't just kissing her, it was wilder, more exciting, more urgent. It was owning her.

Finally, I released her, easing back gently. I looked over to Colin. Oh fuck me, those blue blue eyes! Just looking at them made me wet.

I wanted to kiss him so hard that I inhaled his soul. To kiss him and feel him quiver helplessly under me, not even waiting for his surrender, just taking.

Suddenly, a rogue image flashed through my mind - Sam kissing Colin, the two of them naked, their male bodies pressed together, cocks rampant. I imagined Colin ejaculating, the lost look in those stunning blue eyes, and Sam gently turning him around, to that perfect ass.

Oh fuck! I took a sudden deep breath. Now I was really wet!

“Your turn,” I told him, and grinned wolfishly, showing all my teeth.

“M... Miss Kayley,” Helen called, her voice trembling with urgency, as if she desperately needed to go to the bathroom. I looked over to her, expecting her to have her hand raised. She didn’t, not quite. But she looked wide eyed and distraught, trembling like a leaf.

“Helen?”

Oh shit, shouldn’t treat her like a person.

“Yes, Pet?”

“M... may I sit? Please?”

Shit, I thought. She really was suffering. I stepped into the kitchen are, grabbed one of the mismatched chairs from the table, and slid it behind her, easing her down.

“Better?” I asked, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then I remembered I needed to be dom, and to be mean. “You sit there, and watch. And spread your legs, I want that pussy on display as I kiss your husband.”

I hesitated a moment, hovering over her.

“Do you need water” I asked. “Or anything? Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

Oh fuck, I thought. Maybe ask her if she needs a foot rub? I was the worst dominatrix ever!

She shook her head. I wasn’t persuaded, I thought she might need to pee. But I wasn’t going to push it. I dismissed the thought.

Back to Colin, and those gorgeous eyes and that biteable ass. Prey. Weakling. Fuckhead. Toy. No, wait, I had to remind myself that this was my fault, I’d taken advantage of him, not the other way around, and if he’d blabbed and said stupid things to his wife, it was guilt and honesty, not him being hurtful. He was just my victim, and not in the fun way.

It occurred to me suddenly, that I hadn’t even gone over safe words with them. Or time out. Or boundaries. Informed consent. None of that stuff. Fuck, I really was the worst dominatrix ever! It didn’t really make sense to stop everything in the middle and go through an explanation. Maybe I could work it in as we went along. I made a mental note to try and remember.

Back to Colin. I sidled up to him, and turned my back, rubbing my bottom against his erection. I raised my hands to the back of my neck, lifting my hair luxuriously, letting it fall as I raised my hands to the heavens, my body swaying and pushing against him, in what was basically a standing lap dance.

“I bet you’d love to touch me,” I teased. “But if you do, if you put one finger on me, I’ll tie you over a chair and whip your ass in front of your wife. Understand?”

“Yes Miss Kayley,” came the strangled reply.

I smiled. With my back to him, those irresistible blue eyes lost their power. Helen watched us, her eyes as big as saucers. I swear, her pussy was dilating, I don’t know how she wasn’t touching herself. She must be sitting in a puddle. Maybe waiting?

“Pet,” I told her, “I hereby permit you to stroke your pussy, but not come.”

She didn’t touch herself, although she glanced at the calico cat.

“Or maybe no,” I changed my mind. “Tell me pet, are you enjoying?”

She nodded, swallowing rapidly.

I clutched my breasts, and then turned slowly, facing Colin, continuing to press myself against him. Fully dressed, I slid my boobs side to side, dragging them up and down his naked body.

“You’re looking at me,” I told him, sounding bored. “I don’t remember giving you permission to do that?”

“Eep!” he went and stared straight ahead, beads of sweat on his forehead. His neck muscles were corded with strain.

I ran my fingertips over his chest, his skin was baby smooth and so pale I could almost see blue veins in spots. Had either of them ever had a tan in their lives? I could practically feel his heart racing. Bending my head, I licked his nipple, then pulled it between my lips and slowly bit down, until I felt a whimper.

I backed away a little, running hands all over his body, all the way down to his cock, watching those gorgeous blue eyes staring off at some fixed point. So tasty. I glanced down at his cock, rampantly hard, and then realized, he’d left come-smears all over my skirt.

Oh fuck! That was a good skirt, I didn’t even know if a dry cleaner could get that out. Damn. Never mind, never mind.

“On your knees,” I commanded, annoyed. It wasn’t his fault, I’d seen him leaking, and had still pressed up against him. But geez. I had such an urge to punish him, an impulse it took me a moment to suppress.

But then he looked up at me with those eyes... Oh he was so lucky. Ooh those blues. I wondered how he felt about artificial insemination. I wanted eyes like that for my baby. Okay, so now that I had him down there, what to do with him. I thought about throwing a knee over his shoulder and grinding my pussy on his face, but I was still fully dressed. Still, it was something to work towards.

“You bad boy,” I whispered, running fingers through his hair. I pulled him into my breasts. “You’ve ruined my skirt. We’re going to have to do something about that.”

I let him go then, and turned around, grinding my butt into his chest.

“Kneel lower,” I ordered, swinging my hips, grinning at Helen.

He sank to his haunches, I reached behind, pushing his head down, until his face was pressing between his ass cheeks.

“Colin, my dear,” I said, “would you be a good little slave, and unzip my skirt for me.”

I felt his hands move, the zipper slowly going down.

“Now slide it off, would you?”

He pulled my skirt down, and I stepped out of it, one leg and then the other, leaving me only in black lace panties. Now I could really get his nose between my cheeks.

“Well,” I said to Pet, sitting and watching, “I guess Colin has finally solved the mystery. Isn’t that sweet? Are you enjoying what I’m doing to your husband?”

We both knew it was a rhetorical question, so she didn’t bother to answer, and I didn’t care. I just ground my ass into his face, making elaborate figure eights with my hips. Colin didn’t lift his hands to touch me, he was learning his place.

“Now,” I said, “Colin, you’re going to lift your hands up, and using only one finger of each hand, I want you to hook the waist band of my panties at the hips, and take them slowly off. As slowly as you can.”

I stared at Pet.

“Pet,” I said, “watch very very carefully what I’m going to do to your man. Remember, you’re the one that asked for it.”

She nodded, ever so slightly, eyes round and unblinking. What was going through her little mind? Was she elated? Excited? Horrified at how things had gone so quickly out of control? I smiled, arching my back, throwing up my arms, clasping my hands behind my head and wiggling luxuriously as my wet panties slid down. It was actually a relief to be free of them.

“Is this really what you wanted?” I asked, I grinned like a tigress, showing all my teeth and no mercy at all. “Or what you were afraid of?”

Wait a beat.

“Or both?”

I stepped out of the panties.

“Kiss my ass, Colin,” I ordered coldly. “Now!”

I felt his lips press against my butt cheeks. It felt like he was kissing his sister’s ass.

“A little enthusiasm, please!” I snapped my fingers for emphasis.

That was better.

“And hands off!”

I really loved cracking the whip. A fleeting impulse swept through me to pull my cheeks apart, and order him to lick my asshole. Sam would have done it in a heartbeat, and magnificently. I wouldn’t have even had to tell him. But these two felt so naive. How would he react? I wasn't sure, and decided not to take the chance.

Mmmm, I thought, maybe I’d go with my first impulse to just turn around and throw my thigh over his shoulder. But that didn’t feel right. My creepy little bobblehead pet would be watching. But I wouldn’t be able to watch her watching me. I sighed, it’s so hard to have a good time. Even smiling was making my face ache.

“You know,” I said thoughtfully, to no one in particular, “now that my panties are off, I bet Colin is just dying to see my pussy. The same pussy that he put his cock inside. I bet he can’t wait. I bet it’s all he can think about.”

I smiled blissfully, enjoying Colin’s kisses on my ass.

"Put a little tongue in there, worm!"

I took a deep breath, delighting in his instant compliance.

“He'd love to see. But... Too bad,” I said, and swiveled my hips suddenly, stepping around behind him. I bent way down and whispered. “I’m not here for you’re pleasure, you’re here for mine. It’s been that way from the start. Remember that.”

Then I kissed his cheek.

“Stand up!” I barked.

As he rose up, I wrapped my arms around him, humping my bare hips against his glorious man-ass. Sam’s was the best I’d ever seen. But oh my, this was close. Colin’s eyes, Sam’s ass and Leroy’s dick, and I’d be on my way to building the perfect man.

I let my hands drop down...

“Look Pet,” I husked. “Look what I’m doing to your man.”

I made my fingers a cradle and loosely stroked his cock, beginning a gentle stroking. I watched her watching us as Colin moaned, contemplating my next taunt.

Colin ejaculated all over my hand.

Fuck! What was this? Two and a half minutes? Three? Damn it. I had to physically suppress the desire to bite his head off. Instead, I smiled gently at him, resisting the urge to look around for something to wipe his come off. All I could think was ‘wow, their sex life must really suck, and they had absolutely no idea!’

I had to remind myself not to be cruel.

“Well,” I said annoyed. I struggled to keep anything nasty out of my voice, going for gentle and friendly, “looks like someone’s down for the count.”

I kissed his cheek to show him no hard feelings, despite my irritation at his premature discharge. Okay, yeah, it was nice to spare his feelings. But no matter what, he was still humiliated, and too much forgiveness would feel like condescension. There should be some punishment.

“Don’t think this is acceptable,” I purred. “Naughty, naughty boy. Now, I’m going to punish you.”

Thinking fast.

“You,” I told him, “are going to stand at attention, until you are standing at attention again. Understand.”

I wiped my hand on his naked chest. Make him stand in a corner, I thought suddenly, and then felt an immediate disgust and revulsion. Too far.

“And I,” I offered with careful emphasis, “am going to take your wife into the bedroom, and I’m going to do unspeakable things to her... out of your sight. You’ll just have to imagine it all.”

I lifted up on tip toes, and whispered into his ear, “You can sit down if you need to. Just don’t let me catch you sitting, okay?”

He nodded.

“Hmph,” I snorted, and flounced away from him, wiggling my butt a little to torture him, as if to say ‘yeah, you could have had this, if you didn’t make a mess on the rug.’

Behind me, I caught a glimpse of their calico cat wandering over to sniff at his semen on the floor. I hoped she didn’t lick it up. Probably wasn’t healthy for cats. Or was it? I should look it up.

I strolled past Helen, snapping my fingers twice. “Slave. Follow. Bedroom,” I said, as I headed towards the closed doors in the cramped apartment. Going to the nearest, I grabbed the knob, twisted, and walked right in...

To the bathroom.

Fuck.

From behind me, Helen said, “that’s the bathroom.”

The bitch.

“I know,” I said breezily. “I just wanted to pick up a few things. Get your sexy little ass in the bedroom and on the bed before I spank it.”

“Yes Miss Kayley!” she said enthusiastically.

I sighed. That girl. What the fuck was I going to do with her?

Still, I was in the bathroom, and I couldn’t let on that it wasn’t on purpose. So... grab some shit in here, and act like it was my idea all along? Then it hit me - that scraggly bush, it needed pruning.. Colin’s disposable razors? Check, I’d need one. Shaving cream? Check. Scissors? Check. Moisturizer? I didn’t see it, probably in the bedroom. Helen did use moisturizer? I wasn’t sure. She must.

Exit bathroom, walk into bedroom, and stop dead. For a second, I was glad they couldn't see my expression.

Helen was on all fours on the bed, pussy aimed directly at the doorway.

Yikes. And me without a strap on.

“Is this right?” she asked, twisting to look at me.

“I love the view,” I said diplomatically, “but right now, I’m shaving that little pussy, so on your back, legs up, grab your ankles and spread.”

She rolled over, but was clearly confused.

“Why?” She was genuinely curious.

Because I’m desperate, have no clue what I’m doing, and it seemed like an idea. I sat down on the bed beside her and stroked her hair. Because stupid Colin ejaculated before we even got started and now I had to play for time? No, I couldn’t say that.

“Because I enjoy touching you, and I hope you enjoy me touching you–” She nodded a little. “And this is a convenient excuse. Because shaving someone is inherently dominant, and being shaved is inherently submissive.”

Because your pubes are an ugly mess. But that would be mean. They were though! A total mess! I reached between her legs, running my fingers through her pubic hair, as her body instinctively trembled. Some of these hairs were over two inches long when uncurled. Had she ever even trimmed? I bit back the impulse to ask.

Yeah, scratch that, not saying it, too mean.

“And because Colin will love it. Because it will make sex better for you two. And because I want you reminded, every time you put on or take off panties, every time you go into the shower, every time you get naked or even look down, who owns you now, that you’re my little pet, and I like smooth silky little pussies.”

“Is that sufficient?”

Her eyes, staring at me, were as big as saucers.

“Wow!” she whispered.

“Glad you approve,” I smiled. “Not that your approval is necessary, but it pleases me.”

I lowered myself towards her, cupping her amazingly wet pussy. Helen closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss. But at the last moment, I dipped my head, to take one of her gumdrop shaped nipples between my lips. Her body surged. I was sure Colin heard the moan all the way from the living room.

After teasing, I took the scissors, and trimmed her down. Her hair was really sparse and messy and the area was narrow. Honestly, it looked like hell. I was doing her a favour. Once pruned, I applied shaving cream, took Colin’s razors and shaved her down, carefully navigating around her lips to care for stray hairs. Then I cleaned and moisturized her so her pussy was shining, and she was gorgeous.

“Done!”

“Done?”

“Sit up, touch yourself,” I offered.

“I’m not supposed to,” she said.

What? I kissed her forehead.

“That’s an order, pet,” I said, pulling her upright. “I want you to feel what I’ve done.”

Obediently, she sat up, putting her hands between her legs. I deposited the shaving cream and razor blades on the Vanity and spotted a hairbrush. She followed my gaze and stiffened then smiled. I thought it might ease her tension levels. I took it, and started brushing her hair, feeling her settle down again. I smiled at her as she relaxed.

“It feels.... uhm,” she began, as I brushed her.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘Nice,’” I said, “or maybe ‘great.’ No gratitude necessary, all in a day’s work. Although it is recommended.”

“Different.”

Bitch, I thought, my brush not missing a stroke.

“Nice,” I corrected.

“Nice,” she said. “Really nice. I like it.”

Well, now she was just sucking up. For that little missy, you can shave your own damned pubes from no on. Or get Colin to do it when you finally come around and decide you like it.

I paused in my brushing. She really had way too much forehead. It really did make her look like a bobblehead, or someone who grew up being home-schooled. Experimentally, I brushed her hair forward into her face. I held up my hand, trying to visualize.

I shrugged, anything would be better than what she was doing now. I picked up the scissors, and cut across her forehead, doing some serviceable bangs. I studied my work for a second, and then snipped again, straightening the edges.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Dominatrix stuff,” I told her. “You asked for it, remember? Don’t whine.”

A little too much. I cut a half inch off the bangs. Brushed a little. Did the corners a it, but not too much. Hardly professional, I judged, but only about a thousand times better than her regular hair style.

“There,” I said with satisfaction. “That looks so much better. You look like that old time movie star, Betty... Davis? Cooper? Page? One of them.”

She faced the mirror, looking uncertain. I could tell she had the urge to brush it to one side.

“Give it a chance,” I said. “It will grow on you. It’s really hot, and it frames your face better. It really brings out your eyes and your cheekbones. It works.”

She smiled then, like a shy little girl.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” I said, and impulsively planted a kiss on her cheek.

She blushed, and the smile widened. I threw an arm around her, and reached for her nipples, tweaking them. She gave a pair of loud gasps, so I kept doing it until the volume eased.

“Oh you’re such a sexy little bitch,” I told her, “I want to dress you up, put a collar on you, and lead you around on a leash!”

She squealed and giggled happily, so much so I kissed her cheek again.

“I’d like that,” she said.

Yikes, I thought.

“Well,” I said, retreating from anything resembling a commitment, “you’ll have to earn it.”

I had a thought.

“Do you have any nice lingerie?”

“You mean underwear?”

Bad sign, I thought.

“Sure,” she said, pointing, “top drawer.”

I went to look. Panties. Panties. Granny panties. Different colours, none of them good. Oh my, star wars themed panties, oh be still my heart! No thongs, no skimpy silk or satin. Bras, she didn’t really need them, but she had them. None of them matched the panties, of course. Pantyhose. Nothing fun - no garters, stockings, bustiers, teddies, not a fishnet or lace to be found.

There was a black pair that wasn’t completely horrible. She must have got it mixed in from someone else’s laundry. I tossed them at her.

“Here, put these on,,” I muttered, “I’m going to have to take you shopping.”

Fuck, I kicked myself. Another commitment? Stop doing that.

“Do you have a nice nightgown, something shimmery?” I asked hopefully.

“I have pajamas,” she said.

“Of course you do,” I replied automatically, and then mentally kicked myself for being a bitch.

There was a short bathrobe hanging on a hook off the bathroom door. It would have to do. Either that or a towel. I reached up and tossed the robe to her.

“Put this on,” I told her, “we’re going to rock Colin’s world.”

I opened the door, just slowly enough that if he was sitting, he'd have time to jump to attention.

“On your knees! Now! And close your eyes,” I barked at Colin, “you’re not allowed to look until I say so.”

I snapped my fingers twice for emphasis. Hmm. I noticed that when I’m domming I snap my fingers a lot. I wonder if anyone else noticed? It just felt so natural. Finger snap, order. Finger snap, obey!

Once Colin had assumed the position, I lead Helen out, and had her turn around.

“Open your eyes, doofus,” I snapped. “Check out my lovely new pet!”

I slid the robe down over Helen’s shoulders, lowering them until they were hanging off her elbows.

“Check out this back,” I said, brushing her hair out of the way. “Isn’t this sublime. Perfect. God, these shoulder blades, so sexy!”

Not the desired effect I was hoping for. Maybe the shoulder blades thing was just me?

“Turn around slowly, pet,” I ordered. Helen turned, keeping the robe low, her almost nonexistent breasts exposed, but the robe was closed below, concealing the rest.

Colin’s eyes widened.

“Wow,” he whispered. “You look amazing!”

“Told you so,” I hissed at Helen between clenched teeth. She blushed and gave one of her shy smiles. She was so transparent! I’d totally clean her out at poker. I was pretty pleased with myself, sometimes all it takes is just a little touch up. S&M Makeover! That’s me.

I threw an arm around Helen’s shoulders.

“Isn’t she just delightful. She followed me home,” I told Colin cheerfully, then I put my little finger to my lower lip, pulling it down and staring at the ceiling. “Or was it the other way around?”

I shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m keeping her. Isn’t she gorgeous? Lips I could kiss all day, and gumdrop nipples made to suckle. I’m going to make this little pussy purr nonstop!”

I tweaked a nipple, drawing one of her hooting gasps. I turned cold eyes on Colin.

“Now, why don’t you get on all fours and craw over here to us,” I ordered. “I have a job for you, if you’re man enough.”

Oh wait, I was doing the Leroy and Sam thing, but this wasn’t a cuck situation. I should dial it back. Too late, he was already crawling. We watched him approach, until he was kneeling in front of us.

“I want you to reach up with both hands,” I told Colin, looking down on him.

Honestly, it was just so satisfying. Men should be on their knees all the time, the view was just better, both ways. “And then I want you to pull those panties down, as slowly as you can. You remember, you just did it. This is practice, so some day, maybe you’ll be good at it.”

I almost giggled at that last part. I was such a bitch! But it was fun!

As we both looked down at him, Colin raised his hands to her hips, hooking his ring fingers into the panties. I could feel Helen under my arm, just easing into me, so slightly, but definitely. It made me happy she was so comfortable with my touch. I could, I thought, I could own you, you creepy little bobblehead munchkin. But I wasn't in the market for munchkins. Where would I keep her? In the closet. And really, this wasn't about ruining a marriage, but ... actually, I wasn't sure. It had been about some sort of expiation, but now I had no idea. Do it, finish it, leave them to each other and get out of Dodge. That's the plan. Get out of Dodge? What a strange phrase.

His eyes widened as her newly bald pussy came into view, there was an intake of breath. I couldn’t help grinning. Men were so easy! It was unbelievable. His eyes shone with lust, his breathing was just a little quicker.

I smiled at Helen. “I think he approves,” I said conversationally. “What do you think?”

She smirked, it made her face light up. “I think so too.”

“Wonderful,” I gave her an affectionate peck on the lips. This went right by Colin of course, he was entranced by his Wife’s suddenly bare pussy.

I reached down, and pushed his face between her legs.

Nothing.

I tapped his head. His forehead remained pressed against her pubic mound.

Still nothing.

“Spread your legs wider,” I told her. She obeyed. That girl was lubricating so hard he was going to drown.

Nothing.

“Let’s...” Bracing from behind her, I reached down one leg and lifted her thigh, hooking her knee under my elbow, opening her wide. Her pussy lips spread like wet slippery wings. Awkward, but it should get things started.

Still nothing.

What the fuck?

“Have either of you ever heard of cunnilingus?” I asked.

They looked at each other, and then at me.

“Something to do with languages?” Helen asked hopefully.

I pressed one hand against my face.

&&&

“All right,” I said, grabbing another sheet of paper, “let’s try this again.”

Quickly, I sketched a little starfish to represent the asshole. Then a pair of lines to represent the borders of the thighs. More lines for labia major, pubes; then labia minora, lips; arching up into a lovely suggestion of clit hood, a little circle for the clitoris... I changed my mind and drew a big ‘x’ and then several arrows pointing, and then just marks for a urethra and vaginal canal.

Not bad, I decided. I was getting better at this. I added a few more arrows, to emphasize different parts, labeled them. Colin sat beside me, watching intently.

Telling them, hadn’t worked. The more detail I tried to explain things, the worse it got. I’d resorted to acting it out with fingers, but that only confused them.

So drawings. Lots of drawings.

“Okay,” I said. “How’s this?”

“That’s a lot of parts,” he said doubtfully. “I’m pretty sure it’s not that complicated. Are you sure? Maybe you added some extra parts?”

“No,” I said patiently, “It’s all there. It’s just that it's all pink, you know, like Barbie’s house.”

“Even the arrows?”

“No, I added the arrows.”

“So they’re not pink?”

“I just said I added them.”

I grabbed another sheet of paper, and did a simplified version, just a few lines, with a little circle at the top. I poked the circle with my finger.

“The clitoris!” I announced. “That’s where you want to be. Go there, you can’t go wrong. Now, what you need to know–”

“What’s a citrus?” Helen asked, peeking over our shoulders.

For one of the only times in my life that didn’t include Sam, I was struck utterly speechless. About two dozen responses flickered through my mind.

Ultimately, I smiled carefully, and said, as gently as possible, “How about you pull up a chair and we’ll go over it all together.”

I grabbed another sheet of paper.

The impromptu anatomy lesson went well. I kept doing more diagrams, each vagina sketch better than the last, with only a couple of awkward moments. They nodded along as I explained everything, they were getting it.

Finally, on to cunnilingus!

“So the clitoris is where pee comes out,” Colin asked.

That stopped me, I glanced at Helen and we exchanged knowing smiles. Men. But really, I couldn’t blame him, I mean, men pee out of their penises? Talk about bad design! That can’t possibly be hygienic. Tailor made for weird kinky piss fetishes, if you ask me.

Not that I know anything about that.

“No,” I said politely, contemplating the failures of bible school education, “the pee comes out of here. How about we go over it one more time.”

And then, later:

“I don’t have a citrus,” Helen said thoughtfully.

Yep. Speechless once again. I had no idea what to say to that.

“Uhm...” I wasn’t sure how to break it to her. “It’s kind of standard issue equipment. Everyone gets one.”

“Do I have one?” Colin asked.

Speechless yet again.

“Uh.... no," I said carefully. "Only girls have a clitoris.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” he said. “Why don’t men have one?"

I could see I was going to have to make more diagrams. Lots more.

“Nope,” Helen said, with unshakable certainty. “I don’t have one. All the other parts, the lips, the pee place, the ... canal, yes. Definitely. No citrus.”.

“I’m pretty sure you do,” I insisted.

She shook her head.

“No,” she said firmly.

“I don’t think she does either,” Colin said, “I’ve never noticed it.”

I stared at both of them.