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The Major's Pretty Baby Face

By: beagle9690



June, 2011

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I found his note instructing me to wake him by four in the afternoon when I returned from a pleasant early afternoon lunch date with his mother. 

My Master, Matthew, naps after workouts on his pommel horse or weight machine in the basement. 

In preparation, I will undress completely and take down my dark honey blond hair. Today I wore it in a braided bun as he instructed before I left the house. It will be nice and wavy for my Matthew's hands to caress while I suck on his cock and balls. 

Matthew says I have stunningly intelligent and expressive blue eyes. He makes me look into his eyes when I suck on his cock. 

I have grown my hair very long for him. It falls in soft thick waves to the bottom of my firm round ass cheeks to show off and enhance my curvaceous figure. Matthew says my hair is very beautiful but he wants it longer still. My master is not one for false praise nor will he be denied. 

Matthew says he has watched my sexuality bloom like the most colorful and exotic of rare tropical flowers. That is how Matthew describes those changes in me. I no longer suppress my submissive sexuality and passive nature, I embrace them.

Another of the changes I have discovered about myself is that I enjoy a little bit of pain. It heightens my arousal and enhances my glorious orgasms and obedience to him for I am a true slut, Matthew's slut. 

Especially while being bound and helpless. I am forced to wait, sometimes for hours in longing desire as my juices flow making me wet with arousal and yearning for his touch.

When Matthew uses me for his pleasure my multiple orgasms seem endless as they burn through my body when he ravishes me. I love having my hair pulled when he fucks me hard. 

I am mandated to exercise daily to maintain my figure or I will be spanked and it will hurt. My punishments are tailored to the situation. 

Although I am 37, I can easily pass for a much younger woman in her twenties because he has seen to that. 

I can kneel or be bound helpless for hours with little discomfort because of my daily yoga and Matthew is very proud of me. 

I have also discovered early morning exercise and yoga invigorates my creative energy for the day. I can easily keep up with him on his long walks or our frequent backpacking wilderness camping trips. 

I no longer work for Wright Insurance and Securities. I am much too busy taking care of our home.

Mathew teases me and calls me his kept woman or his Mistress. To the world we are boyfriend and girlfriend.

Matthew's family accepted me as one of their own and his mother treats me like a daughter. His sister, Laura, keeps pushing us to get married. 

I am a woman of leisure in a matter of speaking. I am free to stay home to paint and draw. My paintings, my chalk and charcoal drawings are on display in several art galleries. The proceeds from their sale go to charity and for my art supplies.

I have everything I possibly need. I have Matthew and he sees to all my needs. Clara would be scandalized if she knew, may her soul rest in peace. I have a cleaning lady that comes in three times a week. Matthew insists on it. 

I have no excuse not to look my best for my Master. My hair and makeup must always be perfect. Frumpy is no longer in my vocabulary and he oversees the purchase of all of my clothing and chooses my hairstyle for the day. 

I was a married woman of thirty when I went to work for Matthew. I was fifty pounds heavier having let myself go frumpy. I wore loose and baggy clothing and stopped wearing makeup entirely. That has all changed. 

Now at 37 years of age I weigh a fit and trim one hundred twenty five pounds at five-eight. My Master monitors my weight carefully and heaven help me if I gain more than five pounds. 

He disciplines himself as well. At six-four he is strong and fit, like the competitive gymnast and hockey player he once was. I love my Master and I know in my heart that he loves me. If Matthew would only come out and say it, "I love you Chastity'. 

Matthew has ordered me to share my story... our story, and so I shall. He will interject his opinions and perceptions from time to time. 

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My ex- husband, Donald, is doing two consecutive life sentences resulting from killing a young mother and her infant daughter in an automobile accident. 

Donald was drunk at the time. It was the third time he was arrested for driving while under the influence. 

I was never accepted by my husband's mother. Clara was always interfering in our marriage and her lists of complains, criticisms and advice were endless. Holidays were always stressful with my mother. 

Before I was married my family took turns for the holidays. Dad's family would get Christmas Eve and Mom's Family Christmas Day. We would alternate from year to year. 

I followed that same tradition while I was married to Donald. We went back and forth between Donald's family and mine. Donald spent all holiday's with his family leaving early when it was our turn to spend the day with mine. 

When I was with Donald's family, I had to listen to my mother's hymns of praise about Clara's three other daughter-in-laws, the ones who were knuckled under and spent all their Holiday's with her. Holiday's with Donald's family was like a depressing sitcom with an abundance of good food. 

The final nail in my coffin was when my mother found out I couldn't have children. 

If nothing else Clara doted on her many grandchildren, eight, and she spoiled them terribly. Clara blamed me being sterile for her son's drinking; as if Donald needed any excuse to drink. 

My ex-husband is a cowardly momma's boy. There is no doubt about that. Donald never took my side against his mother, even when his own brothers stuck up for me. He always wanted me to compromise which meant to capitulate in full to keep the peace. 

It wasn't only the drinking that drove me into the arms of another man. Sober and temperate, Donald will always be a momma's boy.

My pathetic ex-husband refused to get help for his addiction. Donald was a functioning alcoholic like his father. His three older brothers drank but were smart enough to drink at home and sparingly. 

Even early in our marriage, Donald liked to drink in low class dives. I had a bad feeling about that; why not drink in nice bars. 

Matthew says I am attuned to such things, more so than him. I followed Donald once to see if he was cheating on me. 

I waited in the shadows of the parking lot. Donald came staggering out of the bar with a woman; a woman old enough to be his mother. 

The barfly stopped to smoke one of those long thin cigarettes. She held it between her fingers trying to emulate the graceful movements of the old time movie actresses when smoking was thought to be sexy. 

I watched as the anonymous old floozy inhaled and held the noxious smoke in her tar coated lungs before letting the smoke out, some escaping through her nose. This old Cyprian spit on the ground while reaching around under her dress to adjust the crotch of her panties. 

The old trollop then grabbed Donald by the crotch and kissed his mouth. My husband actually let her. I was ready to vomit when she turned her head to cough and spit up some phlegm onto the ground before kissing my husband's lips again. 

They went to Donald's truck where she gave him a blowjob followed by the old broken down lush, rolling down the window to spit his semen outside along with whatever other juices resided in her mouth. Donald put his arm around her shoulder and she cuddled up next to him. 

Donald held her for a half-hour while they sat in the truck sharing a fifth of cheap whiskey. She smoked several more of those cigarettes in between sips. 

Finally, the woman got out and my husband drove off to who knows where. The old lush smoked another cigarette before going back into the bar. 

I sat in my rust bucket of a car trying to make sense of things while gathering the courage to go inside to confront the home wrecker. 

Once inside the "Palace of Song"; that was the actual name of the dive, I sat at the bar across from the whiskey marinated barfly. 

I don't drink at all. I had to order something to blend in so I ordered Rum & Coke. 

From where I was sitting I could see the bartender cleaning my glass on the stationary brush after dipping it into the sink on the side containing a greenish sterilizing solution. There were tiny flecks of who knows what floating in it along with a cigarette butt. 

Next, the bartender put it in the other side full of gray rinse water before dumping it out to fill it with ice. He dumped the ice out and rinsed my glass in clean hot water from the faucet when he saw I was watching him. 

"All new customers get their first drink on the house," the bartender announced, smiling magnanimously, "I own this landmark establishment and the laundry mat across the street. I see that you are married," he added, glancing at my wedding band and engagement ring, "Are you meeting your husband here?" 

"You might say that," I replied, wishing the bartender would go away. He was hitting on me. I realized I said the wrong thing and must have given him the wrong impression because several of the men at the bar were watching me intently when I walked in. They were listening as intently to the exchange. One of them got off his stool and sat down next to me. 

"Yes, I am meeting my husband. We are going out for dinner when he gets out from work." I lied to no avail. The man sitting next to me tried to start up a conversation. I ignored him. I was a married woman who didn't belong here. 

I never go to bars, but I continued to watch my husband's choice in women to cheat on me. Eventually, Romeo took the hint and left; another Romeo took his place and tried the same.

Noticing I was staring, the lush walked over and asked, "Why are you staring at me? What's your problem, huh?" 

I had to think fast, "Excuse me for being rude. I was taught better than that. I was wondering if you were she. The resemblance is uncanny. My mother used to take me to the Community Theater on Delaware when I was a little girl," that part was true.

"What do you mean," she asked. 

I'm sure I saw you on stage. I'll never forget my first and favorite musical, "Oklahoma". What a voice that actress had, even better than Shirley Jones. I thought it was you; I mean that actress was prettier. That wonderful inspiring actress was blonde, and you are a blonde. Oh, I know that was a long time ago but....."

The old floozy smiled and I was thinking, 'good she bought it.' 

"I can act, sing and dance," interrupted the man sitting next to me. "I can be anybody you want. Let's pretend I'm your husband. Bartender, buy my wife a drink!" 

The bartender brought me a chit and put it next to my untouched drink before scooping up several dollars from the pile of bills in front of the second Romeo to pay for it.

"No, I never sang in Oklahoma, but I do remember the Community Theatre on Delaware. I sang there in a musical during my senior year of high school. The musical was "South Pacific."

I am a singer by profession. I have starred in numerous engagements in Las Vegas before I returned back home to sing locally. You were too young to go to those places, honey. I'm sure your Mother wouldn't take you there."

"Why don't you sing for us, Nancy?" Romeo two said, interrupting again. Can you sing "far away"?"

"Buzz off, Fred. Can't you see we're having a conversation and the lady is not interested?"

"It's a free country, Nancy," the man replied taking my chit and going back to where he was sitting. 

I stayed for almost two hours trying to make a graceful exit as Nancy told me her life story, embellishing it a bit I'm sure. 

Nancy's age was from sixty five to seventy. She was thin to the point of emaciation. Nancy's dress was much too young a style for her and had seen better days. I could tell that she tried very hard to keep neat and clean despite smelling like booze and stale cigarettes. 

She was wearing far too much face powder and ridiculous amounts of rouge on her cheeks. There was a tooth missing in her dentures when she smiled. Nancy was smiling now that she had a sympathetic ear. 

Nancy's thinning dirty gray bleached blonde hair was pulled back in a short narrow ponytail and she had feathers in it. 

I found out that Miss Nancy Grace lived in a room above the bar and worked in the Laundry Mat across the street. Miss Grace wanted me to take me up there to show me her scrap book.

It was sad really. In other circumstances I might have gone. I felt sorry for this woman. I was ashamed of myself for labeling Miss Grace with names like lush, floozy, trollop or barfly. Nancy was a lonely, lost soul. 

I was hurting myself yet I stayed to listen when I could have just walked out. 

Before I left we went to the far wall. There was a large poster advertising her singing engagement. The poster is similar to what is seen now in movie theatres. 

It was under glass and framed in dark oak. There were other signed pictures on that wall featuring local celebrities and some famous ones, when this place saw better days as a booming popular nightclub, and before that a landmark tavern and stage house. 

The photos and plaques were dusty. The glass was oily and grimy, except for Miss Grace's. The wood was clean and smelled like lemon oil and the glass was crystal clear. The glass seemed to sparkle, even in the dim light of the sparsely placed incandescent light bulbs in the high ceiling fans. 

Miss Grace had such a faraway look on her face as she touched in reverently....remembering. 

The Poster was a lithograph of Miss Grace when she was a woman about my age. Her arms extended in welcome to the audience with the outline of a full orchestra in the background, and Miss Grace was wearing a colorful flouncy dress with feathers in her full long blonde hair. 

The lettering at the bottom gave the dates and places of her singing engagement, announcing in bold letters "Starring Nancy Grace". Those years were the Pinnacle of her life, and now?

Miss Grace did sing in nightclubs and appeared in Las Vegas in some of the smaller Casinos for a time. Then in various lounges and finally as she got older, dive bars for pittance wages and drinks, but mostly for the chance to be in the limelight. 

Nancy graciously sang the theme song of "Oklahoma" for me and I was surprised she knew the words. In her day Nancy must have had a fabulous singing voice. The cigarettes and booze had taken much of it. 

Before I left Miss Grace showed me a much worn and faded color photo of her when she was a teenage girl. She was standing behind a table with a birthday cake on the table lit with candles. 

Nancy was wearing a simple blue dress with a lace collar and her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. 

There was a young man standing next to Nancy. They were standing and looking at one another, arms straight out and fully extended. They were holding hands

It was obvious from how they were standing and how they were looking at one another that they were in love. Women know these things.

I could tell that young man absolutely adored Nancy...it was that obvious. 

"I was eighteen when this picture was taken, Chastity, we both were. The photo was taken on Sunday, right after Church. Momma and I used to sing in the Choir. 

It was my birthday and my Mom gave me a surprise birthday party. Charlie popped the question to me as I was getting ready to blow out the candles. I accepted. We were to be married in June. 

The alcohol was starting to wear off and Miss Grace seemed a different woman now.

"Something came up and I.....I mean something always came up with me. I was getting one singing engagement after another and I was always out late singing or rehearsing, I....

We never...." Nancy paused and wiped a tear as she stared at that photo. I gave her some Kleenex from my purse. 

Miss Grace wiped her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself. She looked kindly at me. It was then that I realized that her eyes were the same color as mine, the same deep blue that my Master likens to priceless sapphires. Age and alcohol had not dimmed the brilliant blue color of Nancy's eyes. 

"I don't know why you are here, honey and it doesn't matter. You don't belong in a place like this. I can tell. You have never done anything like this before. You haven't touched your drink.

Miss Grace sounded more like a kindly Mother now then the low woman that I first assumed her to be. 

"Look at you, dear. You didn't even have the sense to take your rings off. Go home to your husband, honey. It can't be all that bad. Go home, Chastity."

I went into that bar intending to confront the woman and leave hating her. I assumed hating that woman would make me feel better. 

Instead, I left the bar feeling sorry for her. I was feeling sorry for myself while hating my husband. Hating my husband didn't make me feel better, just worse.

Miss Grace was a lonely old woman trying to relive her youth. She had no idea that Donald was my husband.

I went home to find Donald passed out on the sofa. I went to bed not bothering to cover him with a quilt like I always do. 

I lay there thinking about my birthday next month. I couldn't get that photo Nancy showed me out of my mind. 

Clara would invite me over for cake. My favorite cake is chocolate and my favorite dessert is anything chocolate. 

Donald's favorite cake is white with strawberry filling and strawberry icing with fresh strawberries on top and that is what Clara will serve for my birthday.

Every year I was polite and would stay a couple of hours. Donald would spend the rest of the evening with his brothers while I would have chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream with my mother and family. Clara complained to Donald that I am antisocial because I left early; the same scenario every year. 

I cried myself to sleep that night. Donald, who had a hangover, woke me up early the next morning demanding his breakfast. 

My husband had no plausible explanation why his wedding band was not on his finger. He suddenly decided to catch breakfast on the way to work. 

Later in the day Donald telephoned to claim that he left it on the sink in the construction trailer the day before when he was washing his hands and somebody stole it. 

Until that night, I tried very hard to please my husband and be a good wife. I was polite and respectful to my mother. May Clara's soul rest in peace. The woman found fault with everything I did. Donald, the baby of the family could do no wrong. 

I am not a confrontational woman. I have been described as a cheerful, friendly person, although I am secretly shy and admittedly passive. I go out of my way to please everybody. I was taught it is better to give than to receive. Clara was a lost cause.

I stopped talking to Donald and refused to sleep in the same bed with him. I cleaned our house and cooked Donald's meals ahead of time for him to heat up. 

Donald eventually figured it out. He confessed everything and begged me not to tell his mother. 

In the end I didn't. What would be the point? 

My Mom would find out and it would break her heart. Clara would twist things around and put all the blame on me.

I would have kept my mouth shut, regardless. Donald tried to make it up to me. I continued to freeze him out and refused to talk to him. 

Donald surprised me on my Birthday. He was gone when I got up. I noticed my old sedan was gone while I looked out the window waiting for the coffee pot to fill in the sink. 

There was a brand new emerald green Toyota Tacoma four wheel drive pickup up truck in the driveway with happy birthday written on the windshield in soap. 


The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 02



As Matthew's personal secretary I may on occasion be required to work on Saturday and possibly Sunday. 

Matthew was wearing his black suit when I walked into his office on Saturday morning. This isn't so unusual except he was wearing a black silk shirt without a tie instead of his signature white shirt and tie. 

Other than our usual flirting and kissing, Matthew hasn't touched me since that incredible day swimming with the swans. I so want to feel his cock in my cunt.

I was a bit disappointed that Saturday because Mary was working with us. I wanted Matthew all to myself. This meant no touches or kisses from him, or so I thought. 

At around noon Matthew announced, "Thank you, ladies, this concludes our official company business for the day. I'm in the mood for Indian sit-down cuisine," he removed his black spit polished dress shoe, followed by the other, next his socks, "But first...." 

Matthew got up from his desk and walked to the center of the room. 

"Come here, Mary," he spoke quietly but firmly, pointing to the floor in front of him. Mary quickly complied and stood in front of him.

"We are ratcheting things up a notch, Chastity, although this is nothing new for Mary." 

Matthew touched her face gently, "Mary is my first. She was well broken to my will before I graduated High School. Isn't that right, Mary?"

"Yes, Matthew."

"It all started when Mary offered me a summer job painting the inside of her house in my sophomore year. She came on to me aggressively several times that summer. We were lovers for a time until I turned the tables on her by making her my compliant woman. 

Mary was performing oral on me off in her office on school grounds by the end of the following school year. 

During that mentioned year I mandated Mary to stop coloring her hair and start growing it long. She hated that at first; she obeyed regardless. 

It has remained long and this beautiful shade of silver gray since. 

"Isn't that right, Mary?"

"Yes, Matthew, I'm your compliant woman."

"Of course you are my dear, that and much more.

Please strip for us. You will then assume the position at my feet."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing; this is so erotic. I have grown to appreciate these things now that I am reading erotica. I was seeing it firsthand, getting aroused watching it unfold before my eyes. 

Mary's clothing seemed to flow off of her as she undressed, leaving a puddle of clothing on the floor at her feet.

Mary's back was straight and her hands were crossed behind her back as she knelt naked at Matthews's feet. 

Although in her early sixties, Mary is a very beautiful woman. 

Matthew touched her face very tenderly letting his hand linger there as she closed her eyes and smiled.

Its obvious Mary maintained her trim figure through exercise and a good diet. I dare say that if she dyed her hair too the rich dark brown of her youth, Mary can easily take years off her appearance. 

Matthew removed the hairpins out of Mary's figure-eight bun explaining, "Mary will continue to be your mentor, Chastity. She will guide you in the ways of true submission to a dominant man and you will follow her instructions as if they were my own. 

Notice how she holds position. Mary can kneel this way for hours collared and leashed," Matthew finished the sentence by arranging Mary's center-parted blunt cut hair to partially cover her face and flow down over her shoulders to her waist. 

"Come here, Chastity," said Matthew in the same tone, pointing at the floor,"You may strip for us." 

My face was flushed with embarrassment. I was embarrassed but oddly aroused by the thought of being made to strip in front of another woman for the pleasure of a man. Mary and I work together for goodness sake. 

I hesitated instead of complying immediately as Mary did. I learned a stinging lesson from that brief hesitation.

"Mary, bring me the yard stick on Chastity's desk."

I rushed over to Matthew knowing it was too late, 'Is he going to spank me in front of Mary?' I thought as she handed him the yardstick, smiling knowingly and nodding her head at me. 

Matthew sighed; I could see the annoyance in his green eyes. "I'm disappointed with you Chastity. It's a simple enough request."

It wasn't a request; it was a command, Matthew's polite way of talking around women.

"Take off you panties...very good, now lean forward and put your hands flat on my desk."

Matthew caressed my pussy, "Interesting, you are quite moist, baby face. Do you like having your pussy touched?"

"Yes, Matthew."

"Do you know why you are getting the yard stick?"

"Yes, because I hesitated to obey." 

"I can see the blush of embarrassment in your face. Are you embarrassed about undressing in front of Mary?" 

"Yes, Matthew."

"Are you embarrassed for your arousal while being touched in this manner in front of Mary? She is aware of how aroused you are?" Matthew asked stroking my pussy and then tasting his fingers, "You taste delicious by the way."

This made me smile as my friend Mary knelt again to watch us with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Yes."

"Excellent, I'm taking that into consideration. Nevertheless, hesitation is unacceptable in a submissive. 

It is bad etiquette on your part. You must learn to present yourself properly when you are about to be put on display, such as now.

The public Chastity is a well-mannered lady and I admire you for that, as I do Mary. That Chastity creates drawings or paintings inspired from her immortal soul, a gift beyond measure.

Besides that ethereal jewel, your artistic talent, another pearl of your personality that makes you particularly desirable is your submissive nature and passive sexuality. 

You will blossom and flourish under my firm hand. I can assure you of that.

Do you have anything to add, Mary?"

"That's why I hired you, dear. I'm delighted you have resumed perusing your art; your unique gift to share with the world. 

Your parents brought you up well. It was most evident during your interview. You are the perfect companion for Matthew while I am too old for him now. 

We are much alike you know. It will give me great pleasure to help guide you in the ways of a true submissive woman; beginning with this advice; begging for your Master's approval in looks and actions is particularly desirable." 

"Well said, Mary," Matthew complimented, rubbing the yardstick across my bare bottom. "Ask to be punished, Chastity."

"Please, Master." I said in a small voice meaning every word while closing my eyes and bracing for the crack of the yardstick on my bare buttocks. 

"Excellent, you will always use that title or Sir when the Community meets; it is allowed now but not necessary otherwise. Actions speak louder than words." I felt the yardstick introduced to my bare buttocks with a sharp crack.

"Please, Matthew," I begged, my ass stinging...crack.

I received six cracks with the yardstick, begging for each one. I deserved to be punished for being disobedient. My thoughtful Master was careful to hit me in a different spot each time. Nevertheless I was embarrassed and ashamed with my eyes were full of tears when he told me to face him. "Stand straight with your hands behind your back," Matthew instructed removing the white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the tears from my face, "Do you have anything to say to me, Chastity?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"You took your punishment well and you are forgiven," he said, kissing my lips, "Did you notice how Mary undressed?"

"Yes," I replied, needing no further prompting, Matthew wanted me naked. I attempted to undress as Mary did although not as well, finishing by kneeling by my pile of clothes with my wrists crossed behind my back.

"Excellent, you're learning to anticipate my wishes, baby face," Matthew praised as he removed the hairpins from my bun, letting my hair down my back into a soft and thick blonde ponytail. 

"Your long hair feels good in my hands, however, as you already know; I want to see your hair longer, much longer. You will grow it to the bottom of your ass cheeks as a constant reminder of your submission to me." 

He offered his hand helping me to my feet and did the same for Mary. 

"I also believe we discussed some modifications but not the particulars pretty baby face," he commented, putting his arms around my waist and gently pulling me to him. 

I felt his hard cock inside of his pants pressed up against me as he kissed my lips long and deep.

"As you can see, Mary keeps her vagina shaved and smooth. Yours soon will be smooth and bare. You will be my Masterpiece, Chastity. 

Because you please me my uncut priceless jewel, you will be relieved of the mundane chore of daily shaving where you normally shave through a tested and true medical procedure; electrolysis, the permanent removal of your body hair including your pussy hair, the first modification. 

It will be time consuming and expensive. The cost means nothing to me. 

After we return from our vacations Mary will be taking you for your morning appointments. 

I will of course cover all the costs and afterward for your body jewelry," he told me while taking my hair out of the ponytail.

"Are you going to have my nipples and clitoral hood pierced?" I asked surprising myself, aroused and scared; trembling as he spoke of these things.

"You're trembling," Matthew observed, still holding me gently stroking my hair, "Your clitoral hood will be pierced by a gynecologist in her office. 

You will bring your medical records from your gynecologist and Janet will give you a full examination and take precise measurements before the procedure."

"Yes, Matthew."

"Your nipples are so wonderfully sensitive; I won't chance risking you losing or diminishing the orgasmic pleasure you receive when I suck on and caress them by having them pierced. 

On the other hand you will find the permanent 2 gauge captive titanium bead ring will stimulate your clitoris when you move, particularly when I add the 18 karat gold ball to it."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, quietly, kissing his lips and putting my head on his shoulder as he continued to stroke my hair. 

I was quivering with fear and anticipation while thinking, 'I am truly your woman; I give you my body and soul to do as you please, I love you, Matthew, my Master.' 

"Shall we show Mary how sensitive your nipples are," he let go of me and said, "Turn around please...."

Ah, life is good and Chastity is such a delightful little morsel to be further molded to my will; I am very fond of her. 

My soon to be little slut took her punishment well. I am very pleased with her thus far; Chastity is mine by her own free will. If I only had met her before she was married. 

I take no great pleasure in her weak insipid husband's free- will path of self-destruction. It is what it is. The fool values bottles of the strong libations over his wife and has no appreciation of Chastity's artistic talent or her kind and giving nature. 

Donald dunce denies that he has a problem and refuses any help; despite interventions from his family and despite doing weekends in jail; it's now a matter of time, but I digress. 

I reached around Chastity to caress her lovely round breasts; breasts with such rosy pink areolas and upturned nipples. 

This is a big step for her, making my pretty baby face moan with uninhibited pleasure, naked in front of another woman and then making her orgasm for my pleasure....

I was thinking, 'I'm truly the perfect companion for Matthew... I will strive harder to please him no matter what it takes....and this feels so good....so very, very good.....if he doesn't stop I'm going to come.'

"You are my pretty slut, baby face." He said, continuing to caress my breast and making me moan with pleasure.

"Yes, Master, I'm your pretty slut," the words coming naturally now. He continued stroking and caressing them until I came shamelessly and blushing I am sure.

"Do you want me to fuck you, pretty slut?" he asked stroking and caressing my pussy lightly making me shiver with pleasure. I was desperately holding back my second orgasm for a good fucking.

"Please fuck me, Sir....fuck your pretty slut."

"Very well, you beg so nicely and your sweet pussy is practically dripping in anticipation," Matthew said, tasting his fingers, "as well as tasting delicious. Why are you holding back?"

"So you will fuck me in front of Mary. I'm your slut." 

"Put your hands flat on the desk and lean forward, blue eyes."

Matthew removed his suit pants and briefs. He entered me and pushing slowly, making me gasp and moan. He stretched my tight cunt until I could feel his balls pressed against me. Matthew's huge cock filled my entire uterus. 

I started to orgasm immediately while squirming from side to side. Matthew pulled out, slapping my ass, sharply, "Not yet, my pretty slut." 

Matthew started to lightly slap my pussy as he stroked my clitoris with his fingers, bringing me to the peak of orgasm and then stopping until I was literally begging for permission to come.

"Who are you, pretty Chastity?"

"I'm your slut."

"Who did you say you are, baby face?" 

"I'm your pretty slut. Please fuck me hard."

Matthew started fucking me slowly; in and out, in and out, bringing me to the brink several times before I was allowed my second orgasm. 

Just as it peaked to wash over me, his thrusting became more forceful and his cock seemed even bigger and harder than usual. Amazed, I felt the beginning of another orgasm building behind the second it was amazing and all I had to do was obey. 

Matthew was spanking my ass just hard enough to sting, enhancing our love making. 

Matthew was pulling my hair as he thrust lustily, impaling me with his hard cock. The only noise he was making was the short intake of his breaths, timing his orgasm with mine as I squirmed and moaned and panted. 

I was overwhelmed as my second and third glorious orgasms burned through me. I was like the parched yellow-brown grass on endless miles of a drought ridden prairie on fire......endless years of lack of affection and support from my husband. 

It was like a sexual cleansing. It was a burning away of all doubts about myself and my place at Matthew's side. I was renewed for the fresh green sprouts of new growth in my submissive life with him......

Chastity did not disappointment me. She is magnificent; three orgasms in such a short time. That is absolutely astounding.

I have seen a miraculous metamorphosis from the frumpy over weight woman with a mundane haircut that I first hired. 

Chastity emerged from her cocoon as a beautiful submissive butterfly. It will be my delight and privilege to teach her to fly.......

"You're magnificent, baby face," Matthew praised, "simply magnificent. Your orgasms do you proud. I could use one of your warm kisses though," and he took me in his strong arms and kissed my lips long and deep, making me tingle all over, tingle with a simple kiss.

I knew I pleased him greatly because his eyes said it all. As his personal secretary I am well attuned to his moods. It is such a simple thing and as natural as breathing; my sweet orgasms which comes so easily to me now. 

I looked over to the kneeling Mary who was smiling broadly and wiping tears from her eyes. 

"Mary," Matthew said letting go of me, extending his right arm down while lightly wiggling his fingers. 

My Master then pointed to the floor telling me to kneel and I did while Mary crawled over to him on her hands and knees. 

Still kneeling, Mary's long hair fell forward covering her face like liquid silver covering Matthew's feet as she pressed her forehead on them and then lay on her stomach, crossing hands behind her back. This gesture is so naturally submissive and deliciously sensuous. 

"You've done well with her, my sweet Mary," our Master praised, "I want you to make reservations for dinner and the Theatre for Monday evening. 

Wear the black dress I like and your pearls. I do not need to tell you how you shall wear your beautiful hair. You know what I prefer. 

Check with the Marina to see that our sailboat is fueled and ready by Tuesday evening. Make sure it is properly stocked and provisioned. Be sure to include the ice wine you like for we will be leaving that night for a week of sailing through the Erie barge canal to the St. Lawrence. You may stand."

Seeing my opportunity, I took my hair out of my ponytail and prostrated myself as Mary did, my long blonde hair covering my Master's feet. 

"Ladies, I want to see both of you with your hair in braided pigtails for dinner. Furthermore, it will stay that way while you are on vacation unless I tell you otherwise.

This means it will remain in braided pigtails whenever you leave the house for any reason including getting the mail.

Chastity, I'm not done with you yet. Mary my dear please get dressed. You will then wait for us in your office. Perhaps you can make a few telephone calls to expedite our upcoming plans; any questions?" 

"No, Matthew" we both said together, my voice muffled by my glorious long hair and his feet. I could swear his feet smelled like his cologne that he put there planning ahead for this. 

After Mary left, I lay still awaiting Matthew's next command, "Well blue eyes, after lunch when Mary leaves to make preparations for the trip, we'll have the rest of today and most of tomorrow." I shifted my head slightly to kiss his feet, thinking, 'does this mean I'll be spending the night with him.'

"Kneel and then stand, Chastity," and when I did Matthew pushed my blonde hair away from my face and over my shoulders and down my back, smoothing it in place while looking directly into my blue eyes with his green ones.

"From the prone you kneel, next you standing; you will do so in that order unless told otherwise. This is something you will learn to practice until it becomes as second nature as breathing. 

It will require repetition and that in itself is a good aerobic exercise and a fine way to develop poise and balance."

"Will I be spending the night with you?" I asked hopefully

"You most certainly will. Until then and before we eat you will clean my cock and balls with your mouth and tongue and dry them with your hair."

I knelt before my Master doing as instructed enjoying that Matthew thoughtfully shaves his cock and balls to taste delicious. I also made it a point to kiss his hard flat stomach and pressed my head to it as I hugged his firm tight ass; he's so masculine and sexy. 

Matthew helped me to my feet after I finished drying him with my hair and said, "We will kick back and relax most of this weekend." It didn't matter to me what we did as long I would be with him. 

"It will give me a chance to cook for someone other than myself." 

He lives alone and has a cleaning service come in once a week. Matthew dabbles with gourmet cooking in all ethnic backgrounds and enjoys cooking for himself and those in his close circle.

"But most importantly, Chastity, you feel like a part of me when I hold you in my arms," and he kissed my lips again, "Please get dressed." 

Mary and I received many curious stares and glances dressed in our conservative business attire, skirt, blouse and stockings with our hair in braided pigtails when we walked into the restaurant. 

Matthew's arm was around our waists and was all smiles and charm. I could feel that never ending current of dominance that first attracted me to him and so does Mary I am sure. 

We are Matthew's women and he was proudly showing us off. A woman can tell when her man is proud of her by the way he carries himself

This was the second time I was out in public without panties.

We were seated in a spacious corner booth that would have easily accommodated six or more. There was a fresh bouquet of red and white carnations at our booth in a red vase; no doubt Matthew made reservations prior to us arriving because no other table had fresh flowers on it and the restaurant was quite busy. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 02



We sat girl-boy-girl with Matthew between us as it should be; I didn't want to share, I wanted him all to myself. 

I sat as close as I possibly could while Mary kept a more respectable distance. The dinner conversation was light; no doubt both Mary and I thinking about our private time with Matthew.

I was quite bold and took every opportunity to touch or rub up against him while we made small talk. Lucky Mary, she was going sailing with Matthew while I might have him for a day-and-a-half at the most. He was enjoying the attention though and squeezed my hand several times during dinner.

Excited about her upcoming dinner and theatre engagement followed by a week of sailing, Mary left before dessert. Matthew sat very relaxed and content sipping an after dinner Cognac while thoughtfully stroking my thick braids as if we had all the time in the world.

My hand innocently wandered and touched his crotch and yes, his cock was hard and I wanted to suck on it.....isn't it glorious to be with a real man. 

"Matthew, will we be leaving soon? I have to go home and change my clothes and get a few things ready."

"We'll leave in about fifteen minutes. This Cognac is excellent and I don't want to rush it."

"I can go on ahead and meet you there after I gather a few things?"

"No baby face, you'll leave with me," he said in his quiet commanding tone; Matthew would broach no argument. 

"Yes, Sir," I replied cuddling closer while rubbing his crotch and still wanting to suck on his big cock. 

"Well, aren't you a horny little personal secretary," Matthew commented quietly putting his snifter of Cognac down to remove my hand. He then started to unbraid my hair.

"We'll have to do something about that. I want you to learn how a change in appearance reflects on those around you."

When he finished I turned to him and my Master buried his hands in my long blonde tresses as he kissed my lips long and deep, I love it when he kisses me like this, with such passion; he makes me tingle all over.

"Here are the keys to my Land Rover. There's a paper grocery bag on the floor behind the passenger seat. Take it into the ladies room but don't open it until you get there. One further instruction; leave everything you have on now in the ladies room when you leave." 

I slid out of the booth taking my purse with me going immediately to the Land Rover and unlocking it. I put my purse inside and picked up the bag; it felt so light. Matthew said everything and he meant everything. 

I returned to the restaurant and went into the ladies room where I opened the bag. There was a pair of stone washed corn flower blue Daisy Duke's denim shorts. They may as well have been a thong for all they would cover....well perhaps not that short. I never wore anything like these before. 

I felt my face blush bright pink with embarrassment, yet I was also aroused by the thought of wearing them for Matthew while walking proudly on his arm. 

It was not like I had a choice. On the other hand I now had the figure and the sculptured legs for it; panties or no panties. Matthew's strict mandate about exercising a minimum of one hour every day has paid off. 

The hot pink tube top barely covered my breasts and left my shoulders and midriff exposed, including my belly button. Again, I never wore anything this revealing in public.... but now.... why not?

The remaining items in the paper sack were a small hairbrush, a tube of hot pink lipstick and a pair of inexpensive open back red and pink flip-flop rubber beach sandals. 

I scrubbed my face washing away all the makeup; not that I wear a lot of makeup because Matthew generally doesn't approve of that for me. I carefully brushed out my long blonde hair. 

I quickly changed, pulling on the tight shorts thinking secretly how nicely they showed off my flat tummy and accentuated the curves of my ass while bringing attention to my legs. I brushed my hair a final time, admiring myself in the mirror; I looked like a young woman in her twenties. Wow, I really can pull this off.

Getting a bit silly, I leaned forward and put my hands on my hips, shaking my head to watch my long blonde hair move about my back and shoulders. I stuck out my tongue and made a sassy face and blew some kisses. 

I then licked my lips sensuously before applying the shocking pink lipstick. I looked hot. 

I slipped the flip-flops on my feet and put the lipstick tube in my front pocket and the small hairbrush in my back pocket. I left my conservative attire, white blouse, grey skirt, stocking, garter and bra, everything folded neatly in the paper bag on the vanity as I excited the ladies room to return to the booth....... 

In a word, Chastity looked hot and I am proud of her and with all she has accomplished. 

My baby face can easily pass for a girl in her late teens or woman in her early twenties. The exercise routine I have blue eyes on along with her diet did much to sculpture what was always there.

Later today I'll put Chastity to the test when I take her to a night club frequented the thirty and under crowd full of beautiful young women. It's also popular with young Active-Duty or Active-Reserve-Duty Marines, and shall we say the occasional off the wall types. 

Matthew was sipping his second Cognac when I slid into the booth next to him, kissing his lips and smiling. 

"Do I know you young lady?" he asked teasing me, "My Secretary will be back any moment. I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to leave," and he kissed me back, "But not yet. Your hot pink lips are begging to be kissed."

"What do you think of my new look, Sir, "I asked, boldly rubbing his high and tight clippered head. 

"I think you look incredibly hot and sexy; much younger than your actual age. That being said, I attribute most of it to your self-discipline of a good diet coupled with exercise to enhance your superior genes"

I adore the way Matthew talks; it is so insightful to his analytical mind and how he notices of all the little details; he said I look hot and sexy and I want so much to tell him I love him. 

"I ordered you a small glass of Japanese plum wine. It's a fairly sweet wine although not as sweet as you are. I think you'll enjoy it. I have plans for us later, blue eyes," and then he took my hands and kissed them, "behave and sip your wine while I finish my Cognac........" 

After we left the Indian Restaurant Matthew and I went shopping for dinner; lots of vegetables including tofu and all the fixings for a cold fresh salad for me and thick cut lamb chops for him to go along with our vegetarian meal. 

In the whole time I've been married my husband and I never went grocery shopping together; Donald claims it to be woman's work....woman's work? 

Donald also won't lift a finger to cook; not as much as grilling hotdogs or hamburgers outdoors; he will drink his twelve-pack of anything-on-sale beer and watch, making me do it. This evening Matthew was going to cook dinner for me, for us. 

Of course I plan to help because I am a good cook in my own right.

In many ways Matthew is an enigma. He can be so stern and rigid, commanding me to kneel at his feet...He is very precise in his ways or how he demands things done at the office; everything for a logical or calculated reason that I have grown to understand and appreciate. 

Nonetheless, he is thoughtful and often times gentle; kissing my hands for example, or opening doors for me, or having flowers delivered ahead of time to our table, another first for me.

Do I need to say it? Matthew is everything my alcoholic mama's boy husband isn't.

We ran a few more errands, getting charcoal and some hickory wood chips for the smoker-grill. We stopped and had espresso with chocolate biscotti biscuits at a charming little coffee shop, sitting outside watching the people go by....just simple little things, making me wish I had the courage to leave my husband. 

Then it was the last stop before dinner. Matthew took me to a night club and before we went in, "Take your driver's license out of your purse and hand it to me, please." 

I did and Matthew wrapped a twenty dollar bill around it and handed it back to me.

"You won't need your purse, however I'm going to bet you'll be proofed at the door and at the bar. This will be a good test."

My Driver's License photo was taken four years ago when I was much heavier and my hair was shorter....I wondered?

"Hand me your brush and I'll brush your hair." 

Matthew brushed it for me, taking a small section of hair on the right side near my face, making a small braid. He took one of the red carnations, cut the stem and put it in my hair near the top of my braid. 

"Go in first and order a drink at the bar. I'll be about in twenty minutes."

They proofed me at the door, and the bouncer was practically leering as he handed me my license back.

Most of the people here were in their twenties and they were loud and boisterous. I didn't recognize any of the music or the songs being played.

I was proofed again at the bar and the bartender refused to serve me a rum and cola. Instead he brought me a club soda with a twist of lime as my second choice; it was that or he would confiscate my ID. I couldn't wait to tell Matthew they thought my License might be altered or fake. 

I received several offers to dance from two young men and one woman in her early forties who I politely refused. She had a purple and orange Mohawk and multiple piercings in her nose, lips, ears and where her eyebrows would be if she had any...did I forget to mention any skin that was showing including on her head was covered with tattoos; spiders webs, spiders, cockroaches, snakes or skulls? 

She claimed to be a professional photographer and assured me I would be a stunningly beautiful model with the right haircut, tattoos and body jewelry. I can only imagine what she considered stunningly beautiful. 

Her clothing was a discordant clash of colors, patterns and fabrics that were decorated with fur chains, studs or beads.

Her unique outfit included a feather boa around her neck and black combat boots. Her name is Death Star and she left me a business card with her private personal cell phone number hand written on the back. The logo on the front of her card had a human skull with a snake coming out of one of the eye sockets....need I say more?

Goodness, the world is full of interesting people, but the most interesting person in the world is my Master and I love him.

After Death Star struck out, a particularly persistent handsome young man, most likely a Marine from his haircut and the traditional Marine Corp tattoo on his right bicep struck up a conversation, asking me what my name is and if I was attending the same college he was attending and what I was majoring in. 

"Chastity and no I'm not. I'm a personal secretary for the CEO of Wright Insurance & Securities. I have an engagement to meet him here. I am on vacation starting today."

"Doug Brown, Chastity. Would you like to be my personal secretary? I have a red Corvette Convertible outside.

"Thanks' for the offer, Doug Brown but as I said, I'm waiting for my boss."

"Right, I'll just stand here and wait with you."

I found out Doug is a Marine Lieutenant and attending college locally.

Doug couldn't have been more than twenty-five; I was flattered by his attention and let him talk. He wasn't a grabby young man, keeping his hands to himself and after the pick-up line, was quite polite, befitting a Marine Officer. 

Obviously Doug was on the prowl, and the other Marines at the table where he was originally sitting were quietly watching us to see if he would score. 

True to his word Matthew walked in approximately 20 minutes later and stood beside me at the bar on my left, the young Marine still talking to me on my right. 

Matthew ordered tonic water before turning to say, "Can I buy you a drink, young lady?" 

"Just a minute Sir, the lady is with me!" and Doug got right in Matthew's face. The three Marines at the table stood up ready for action if things broke out. I was certain things would come to blows. 

"Stand down, Marine," Matthew barked sharply in his Officer's command voice, "The young lady is off limits." 

"It's Lieutenant to you, civilian!" Doug replied proudly in the same tone. 

"It's Major Wright to you, Lieutenant! I'm sure my Personal Secretary told you she was waiting for someone, me. Don't bite off more than you can chew, Marine."

Still nose to nose, Matthew diffused the situation when he showed them his Military ID and tags; Doug backed down, somewhat embarrassed. 

"It's just a misunderstanding, Matthew," I said playing along now that I realized why my Master brought me here; I really did pull it off, everything Matthew assured me about myself was true. 

"Doug was a total gentleman and very polite the whole time we talked," and I kissed Matthew's cheek. 

"Well if that's the case Chastity, there was no harm done. I would expect nothing less from a Marine Officer. It obviously is a misunderstanding. The drinks are on me," Matthew announced, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me tight to kiss my cheek. 

"Bartender, a fresh round of drinks for these Marines and then keep them coming." 

Matthew put a hundred dollar bill on the bar and after we were served and introductions were made to the three Marines at the table, he raised his glass of tonic water in a toast, "To the Corp," followed by a hearty loud shout of "HOO-RAH" by them all........... 

We left the nightclub after the third round of drinks and arrived at his home around nine. I found out why Matthew didn't allow me to go home and get a few things, they were already here, right down to the brass tacks in a manner of speaking.

Let me explain; Matthew sent me to the first floor bedroom full of heavy massive masculine furniture at the far back of the house overlooking the pond. 

There is a large bay window with a window seat there that will receive sunlight throughout most of the day. It would be perfect for a studio to paint and draw. He instructed me to select a dress from the closet or anything else that struck my fancy. 

Upon opening the door, I was surprised to see that the bedroom furniture was gone and the room was freshly painted a bright yellow and the ceiling a brilliant white; it was mostly empty save for three items. 

There were white lace curtains on the windows and new white venetian blinds to block the light if one so chose. The items I was referring to were an easel by the bay window and an adjustable drawing desk with a high back chair much like a draftsman would use. 

The biggest surprise was a large cleverly made carved dark wood chest with collapsible legs on hidden hinges that when folded will disappear almost seamlessly into the bottom. The chest was carved with flowers and leaves with cherubs peeking out among them here and there. 

It obviously was custom made because nothing of this quality is available in art stores. Hidden behind a cherub was a sterling silver lock-plate with my name, "Chastity" engraved on it with two keys on a red ribbon hanging from the lock. 

The cherub lifts out and turns to the side on hidden pins. When closed and flush to the lid appears as any one of the carvings.....talk about a work of art. 

When I opened it the various drawers and compartments contained all the art supplies I use organized by category; oil, acrylic and water color paints; pastels, chalk, and charcoal, pencils, brushes and much more. 

Curious, I opened the closet to find several dresses in my size hanging there. Light airy elegant summer dresses made of muslin and lace in pale green, blue and yellow, with silk bras and panties to match.

I changed into the yellow dress and then went into the bathroom guessing what I would find there, I wasn't disappointed. 

It was if I were home; my brands of soaps, shampoos, conditioners, etc... were lined up neatly; there were brushes and combs and hairpins on the vanity beside Matthew's shaving mug with brush and safety razor hanging on his razor stand. 

I washed my face removing the pink lipstick. I pinned my hair up loosely, letting a few stray tendrils strategically hanging down to entice. 

I found him in the kitchen putting a dry rub on the lamb chops. He had changed into a pair of raggedy denim shorts and was wearing a red nylon tank top; he was barefoot, the same as me. 

"From a hot and sexy college girl to an elegant and refined lady in a summer dress, my pretty baby face, although no less sexy and desirable. 

How do vegetable kabobs with tofu on the grill with a cold green bean salad on the side with almonds and Greek Olives sound to you?

We will add some feta cheese and almond oil to the beans. Would you please clean them while I check on the charcoal? It should be ready in 40 minutes or less. I'm thinking garlic and walnut oil balsamic vinegar marinade for the tofu...."

I boldly walked up and put my hand over his mouth. "Where did you come from Sir?" I asked putting my arms around his neck and kissing his lips while tingling all over. 

Matthew put his arms around my waist and hugged me gently, "I assume by that you mean you found your mahogany chest; do you like?" 

"It's beautiful, but..." and he kissed my lips interrupting, "then that's all that matters, Chastity. You granted my request to pursue your art, and it is my gift to you. It's a small thing compared to your talent or to you. You are exceedingly precious to me. Tonight you are my elegant lady; please help me by cleaning the green beans....."

After preparing our meal together, we had a cozy dinner outside on the brick patio. Matthew produced like magic several antique oil lamps and put on some soft music; we dined to soothing romantic music under their soft glow. 

Afterward we cuddled in the hammock watching the stars, the moon; the fireflies. My hair was down again and my Master's hands were in it. It was quiet and peaceful. 

'Where did he come from?' I thought, 'If only I had met him before I was married. How wonderfully different my life would be. Today, earlier, I was lying prone at his feet, and now I'm being held in his arms like a lover, tender and gentle. 

It should be me sailing for a week with him on the water....regretfully, tomorrow evening I must return home to my husband when he gets out of jail.....to watch him drink himself to sleep after work, if he decides to work that day.

"Is something wrong, Chastity?" Matthew asked, touching my face, "You look as if you are about to cry."

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"About, the beautiful chest you had made for me?" 

"Is that all?"

"No, Master. I was thinking about us."

"Pretend tonight I am not your Master. Pretend I am your lover and you are my lady."

"Don't say that, Matthew. You will always be my Master, even when we are apart."

"Do you dare argue with me, little slut?" He asked tugging my hair. 

"No, Sir."

"Will you pretend?"

"Yes, Sir, I mean, yes, Matthew, tonight and tomorrow I will be your lady," and I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the moment, and looking to our moments tomorrow, knowing in my heart of hearts our time will come... 



The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 03



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 Matthew." 

"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. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 03



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. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 03



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 stair. 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 Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 03



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 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....... 



The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 04



I awoke the next morning refreshed hugging one of my pillows and pleasantly aroused. My nipples were firm and sensitive where they pressed up against it. My pussy was now forever permanently hairless and sensuously smooth to expose the flower of my womanhood to my Master's lips and tongue....or this morning to my fingers. 

Matthew encourages me to explore my sexuality. So in my free time, I have secretly read Mary's entire collection of Erotica. 

I closed my eyes and lay back to pleasure myself snuggling comfortably down into my pillows; one can never have too many pillows on their bed. 

I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck and down in-between my breasts, past my firm flat stomach to my crouch. 

I was breathing deeply, totally relaxed, thinking of Matthew's muscular body and how he kisses me with such testosterone laden passion; our tongues intertwined, fluttering and probing. 

I could almost feel his hard pulsating cock pressed up against me, or pulsating in my mouth, his rich and delicious creamy seed for me to swallow.

I was caressing my breasts with my other hand, pretending it was my Master's. Matthew can make me orgasm merely by caressing my full round breasts. 

I rubbed my bare and smooth vagina with the palm of my hand stimulating myself until I was practically dripping in my arousal; until I was ready to use my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my vagina and then towards my clit throwing my head back in ecstasy. 

My breathing was heavy now and I was moaning softly every now and again. I then made my way to the opening of my vagina; my middle finger entering, a second and a third. 

My legs were spread wide and at this moment while I was ravishing my vagina and clitoris with my both hands; rubbing my smooth hairless mound. Soon my orgasm washed over me in sweet release. I must tell my Master about masturbating when I see him next, explaining it in detail. 

I wish I knew why the Major won't lock his office door and ravish me during work hours.... I do know, nevertheless Matthew allows me to pleasure myself twice a week during those times he can't take care of my needs....well perhaps this morning when I get to work two hours early.....

I dressed conservatively and professionally as always for work choosing a simple blue dress with three quarter sleeves and a lace collar. 

I packed a soft sided suitcase with several changes of clothing just in case my Matthew arranged for an earlier appointment to have my labia pierced for my captive bead ring. 

Matthew might surprise me and we would be going on an overnight business trip. 

I also brought my portfolio with my best paintings and sketches in the event Dr. Andrews was in the building after Janet finished. 

I am looking forward to my pussy jewelry; fully aware of its meaning and purpose in the world of Dominant men and submissive women. 

Would it truly enhance my arousal as Janet assured me? I've never experienced such unbelievable breathtaking and intense multiple orgasms until Matthew...or the little gentle ones such as I experience in the shower. 

Can my orgasms possibly be more intense and satisfying after my captive bead ring?

Mary believes some men are intimidated by a woman's orgasm or they are actually turned off by them. It is also her opinion that many men simply can't be bothered because they are clueless.

Donald is one of those clueless men only concerned with his own pleasure. Matthew absolutely delights in my orgasms as he delights in me. 

My captive bead ring will be another small step in my submissive journey to be his obedient slut kneeling aroused and ready at his feet with my pussy jewelry to prove I am Matthew's woman. 

I know deep in my heart of hearts there is not diamond or any precious gem stone in existence, regardless of its clarity, brilliance, size or cut that can take its place.

My private thought; my heart's desire.... is the gift of my captive bead ring will symbolize what a diamond engagement ring represents; a promise of commitment from Matthew who is my lover and my Master.......

I was in my office waiting when Chastity arrived at work. We will be taking a day trip to Saratoga Springs. It's a 2 hour drive by car and the earlier we start the better. 

There is a business deal pending. It will be very profitable should I succeed in my negotiations. It will be very pleasurable regardless and I'm up to the challenge of a difficult woman from what I am told. 

Besides being wealthy, Ms. Lucinda Carmichael is somewhat of an eccentric woman in her mid-fifties and at six-five is one inch taller than me. Ms. Carmichael keeps a stable of several horses on her estate and is an avid equestrian. 

Lucinda has box seats on the finish line at Saratoga Downs. Interestingly enough she seldom bets more than two dollars on any given race when she bothers to bet at all. 

Lucinda primarily goes for the fine dining offered there and the staff can set their watches as to when Lucinda will arrive at her permanently reserved table. 

I'm told Ms. Carmichael is generous with her money. She is a Patron of the arts and sponsors several scholarships. 

John gave me the referral. This mentioned lady is also his first cousin. Lucinda is not a member of the Community. It is my understanding she marches to her own drum beat and consequently because of it, her circle of friends is small. 

John hinted that Lucinda was a bit wild in her youth. She continues to be so on occasion with both men and women; discretely of course, although she has intimidated many prospective male lovers; yet another reason to meet with me personally; a challenge for her. 

John insisted I bring Chastity, assuring me his cousin would be charmed by her, as was he...no more than charmed. John contends Chastity is perfect for me. As my personal secretary I would have brought her regardless. 

John advised me ahead of time that Lucinda's intellect is as sharp as a scalpel and her tongue can be sharper still. In the final analysis Ms. Carmichael also wants someone she can trust to insure her small but very valuable art collection......

Matthew was waiting for me when I arrived. He was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk with a faded and frayed green fatigue cap pulled down over his eyes.

"Good morning beautiful. Do you have a kiss for me?" he asked pushing his cap up and standing to walk over to greet me.

The Major was dressed casually in button-down blue jeans and a white oxford long sleeve shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up. Matthew was also wearing his well worn and comfortable Russell double sole leather moccasins, a very good sign. 

This most likely means we were taking a day trip or longer and I wondered where. 

I put my arms around Matthew's neck and kissed his lips too enjoy the sexual tingle from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. 

"Good morning Sir. Are you going somewhere?" 

"We are going to Saratoga Springs. This is a day trip under most circumstances although I booked us adjoining rooms. 

I will tell you the details on the way down. I think you will enjoy meeting Ms. Lucinda Carmichael in more ways than you might imagine. 

This will be your first opportunity to run with the big dogs. Did you bring a change of clothing?" 

"Yes Sir. I also brought my portfolio in case you arranged for an early appointment with Janet. I thought we might visit with Dr. Andrews afterward."

"Perfect and most appropriate; you will when the time comes. That time is next Friday. I have decided to take you to Janet myself. Why should Mary have all the fun?" 

The Major put his arms around my waist and kissed my lips....more tingling. 

"There is room to hang your dress in my garment bag; need I say more.....?"

I changed in Matthew's bathroom into my green corduroy jumper red leotards underneath. I changed from my navy-blue pumps to white Nike sneakers. 

"Leave your hair up for now, Chastity, and one more thing, turn around please."

When I did Matthew put the fine sterling silver chain with my handcuff key around my neck, "We may need this key later today. I put yours and another pair of plain blued-steel bracelets in your purse. Shall we leave.....?"

We stopped once on Interstate-90 at a rest-area for a bathroom and coffee break. As he always does, Matthew opened the door for me and offered his hand to help me out....his mother raised her son to be an Officer and a gentleman. 

I took the Major's arm and we walked in together separating to go to our restrooms. We would meet in the concourse by the map display before getting our coffee. 

Matthew was studying a map when I came out. I walked up behind him and put my arms around his waist to hug him. 

"I'm ready for my coffee, Sir," I said pitting my hands around his waist and hugging him as he folded the map and put it back in its proper slot in the rack. Matthew took my hands in his and squeezed them. 

"Well, I never like to keep a Lady waiting; especially one who kisses so nicely." The Major turned to put his hands on my waist to kiss my lips long and deep in front of everybody, "I'm thinking about another hug and kiss before our coffee to celebrate if nothing else our time alone together............"

We were about 50 miles out from our destination when Matthew decided to exit Interstate 90. I assumed at the time he wanted to take the scenic way along the Mohawk River as we had plenty of time. 

Matthew took a secondary route followed by a back road. We turned right off this macadam road onto a hard-packed gravel road between the trees along the river until we stopped in front of two massive concrete filled steel posts sunk deep in the ground with a log chain stretched across. 

Matthew got out to unlock the massive security padlock and moved the heavy chain out of our way. After driving through, he reattached the chain to the post locking the padlock in place. 

We drove until we arrived at a secluded meadow of wild grasses and sweet clover sprinkled with colorful wildflowers. The meadow was surrounded on all sides by oak, chestnut and maple trees. There also was a partial view of the river on the west end in breaks between the trees. 

Matthew helped me out of the Land Rover and stated, "We're going to try something new," and removed a neatly folded red silk scarf from his rear jeans pocket, "turn around, beautiful." 

I did and Matthew tied the scarf over my eyes as a blindfold while saying "unpin you hair but leave it in a ponytail. You will then strip for me." 

I removed all my clothing except for my sterling silver chain with the handcuff key hanging from my neck. I touched it in question, "Leave it on and put your hands behind your back. We're going for a little walk."

The sun kissed grass and clover felt warm and soft underneath my bare feet as Matthew walked me in the direction of a large oak tree in the middle of the sunlit meadow. 

"Put your hands above you head Chastity.....excellent.... now bring them closer together."

I could hear the familiar click as Matthew joined the two pair of handcuffs to make one restraint which he hung above my head on one of the lower branches. 

Matthew then snapped the co-joined handcuffs to my wrists leaving me helpless to his uncompromising intentions. 

My Master put his arms around my waist and rubbed my flat tummy. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he kissed my cheek; nuzzling his face against mine to lick and nibble on my earlobes. This always gives me goose bumps and makes my skin tingle all over. 

Matthew shifted his strong hands to caress and stroke my full round breasts; my sensitive pink nipples hardened instantly at his demanding touch as he continued kissing my neck and face. 

Matthew got in front of me and held my face in his hands while he kissed my lips long and deep. It was a long and passionate kiss as our tongues intertwined caressing and probing as if they had minds of their own. 

My Master worked his way down my glorious naked body, licking and kissing; first my breasts, licking around the circumference of my hard nipples and then sucking on them. 

His hands were everywhere; his were fingers branding me with goose-bumps and tingles wherever he touched me.

I wanted to return Matthew's caresses. I wanted to touch his hard body with my hands as I pulled against the branch; it was hopeless. I moaned with the pleasure to his touch as I felt my orgasm build. 

Soon Matthew's hands spread my pussy lips to dip his fingers into my wetness, pausing only to taste them as he always does. I wanted to orgasm so bad, however, several times, just as I reached my peak, Matthew would stop, denying me sweet release. 

"Do you want to orgasm my pretty slut," my Master asked standing up to kiss my lips, "perhaps I will make you wait."

"Please Matthew, I begged, desperately seeking his lips to return his kisses, "Please, Sir; your pretty slut wants to come; please let me come."

Matthew pinched my nipples, making me gasp, acutely aware of how sensitive they were, the pain heightening my arousal. His fingers began to stroke my clitoris making my whole body shake with pleasure. 

His hand on my breasts became rougher and more urgent as he pinched my nipples and put his fingers inside my pussy and began to thrust with fast and forceful motions.

Matthew was slapping my ass with one hand as he ravished my pussy and sweet swollen clit with the fingers of the other. 

I was practically screaming as my violent orgasms took over, one after another; not caring who heard me; not caring if I were seen cuffed and naked to a tree.....not caring about anything but them.

Matthew removed my blindfold. He kissed my lips lightly, "You are such a hot horny slut, baby face, with such magnificent violent orgasms; you were screaming when you came."

Matthew's face was beaming with pride when he kissed my lips again. It amazes me how far I have come from a frumpy housewife to what I was always meant to be; a submissive slut; a term of endearment to a dominant man who truly appreciates me.

Matthew encourages something I have always loved from childhood to the present; to paint and draw for art's sake and for my immortal soul. 

Here I was naked, handcuffed to a tree, and yet I felt so alive and complete because I was alone with my Master and lover. 

Matthew has never said the words (I love you)......I can tell from his eyes alone that he does and that is enough for now.

"Well, beautiful," he complimented while kissing my lips as he took my hair out of the ponytail, "Shake your head," and I did, my hair fanning out over my shoulders and back, "pout for me....very nice," and he kissed my lips again.

"I'm going to take a short nap. You will wake me if you see anyone coming."

"Yes Sir," I replied, looking up at my wrist handcuffed to the tree while thinking, 'Are you really going to keep me like this?' as he lay down underneath the tree, putting his hands under his head like a pillow and closing his eyes.

"Sir" I said meekly.

"Yes Chastity." 

"Matthew.....Sir!"

"Oh, very well, just this one time," Matthew said as he stood up to remove the handcuffs, "there's a blanket on the back seat of the Land Rover," and he gave my ass a playful swat, " I'm going to count to twenty and you'd better be back with it before then.....one..............."

What a glorious sight Chastity was to my eyes that day as she ran naked through the meadow with her blonde hair streaming behind her. It does my heart good to see her carefree and happy like this. 

My baby face quickly returned to spread the blanket near the base of the tree before getting on her knees directly before me to cross her arms behind her back. She knew instinctively what I wanted..... 

"Read my mind, pretty slut," Matthew said as he folded his arms across his chest and looked into my eyes.

I was in no hurry as I unbuttoned the fly of my Master's classic Levi button-down blue jeans.....I was determined to savor every second of his cock in my mouth from start to finish. 

It's my duty and pleasure after those wonderfully satisfying orgasms to attend too and please him. Matthew's manhood was straining against his jeans as I pulled his cock and balls out for me to enjoy. 

I started by kissing the tip of Matthew's hard cock. His cock was pulsating and twitching in anticipation with a mind of its own as I licked; I love teasing him this way. 

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.....looking up into the eyes of my Master. I had half of his cock in my mouth as I licked and sucked; the deep-throating soon to follow 

I stopped sucking and licking his cock to lick and suck on his balls making him gasp with pleasure.

As I have said before; Matthew is putty in my hands when I lick and suck on his balls. I playfully teased 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; savoring every inch of it, all wet and sloppy. I was fantasizing his porn star cock buried up to his balls in my cunt. 

I wanted to be on my hands and knees for Matthew to ravish me like a woman, his woman, pulling my long blonde hair while squeezing and pinching my nipples when he impales my cunt with his hard cock, but I mustn't be selfish. 

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 my secretarially duties by cleaning his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue; drying them with my hair as any proper and well mannered obedient submissive would. 

I secretly imagine Matthew's cock was mine and mine alone, as I buttoned up his blue jeans and then waited for him to invite me to nap. It was such a simple thing this nap; simply erotic and peaceful, underneath a tree in a sunlit meadow. 

Matthew lay down and held his arms out for me to come to him. We cuddled close with his arms wrapped protectively around me as I lay on my side facing away from him.

He fell asleep almost immediately while I didn't sleep a wink as we lay there quietly for about an hour. I watched as the warm breeze tickled the grass and wild flowers. Too soon it was time to get dressed and leave. 

I put my hair up in a nice bun; my hair is another reminder of my submission to Matthew; as is how I must dress and comport myself at all times. My long blonde hair is for his hands only. I'm not allowed to wear it loose or unbound in public unless I am with him. It must always be pinned up or braided. This is a command the Major strictly enforces. 

Matthew helped me into the Land Rover and before he closed the door said, "Close your eyes, beautiful." 

I did of course, waiting for permission to open them. Matthew got into the Land Rover and closed his door. I could feel his hands as he put something in my hair by my bun.

"Turn your head and kiss me, baby face," and when I did he kissed my lips lightly.

"You will keep them closed for the duration of the trip which is about another fifty minutes, or you may nap; don't you dare peek in the Land Rover's mirrors."

We arrived at the Adelphi Hotel Inn at approximately two-thirty. The Adelphi Hotel Inn is a rare High Victorian Hotel Inn from the end of the 19th century. It was built in 1877 during the heyday of when the waters of Saratoga Springs were thought to have medicinal and spiritual curative properties. It once reigned as America's "Queen of Spas." 

What a grand old lady she is. The Adelphi is furnished almost exclusively with antiques or reproductions from the Victorian Era; our suite included. Matthew arranged for one of the largest available. It is often referred to as a honeymoon suite. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 04



I stopped to look at myself in the large ornate gold gilded framed mirror that took up one wall in the lobby to see a cluster of purple iris in my hair. The Major didn't say anything about other mirrors. 

Matthew was at the front desk checking us in when I caught up to him. I put my arms around his waist to hug him and kiss his cheek as I pressed myself up against his hard lead body to hold on to his muscular arm.

When he finished Matthew turned to look at me and asked, "Did you peek?"

"Yes, Sir I did but not in the Land Rover's mirror." 

"I'm sure you're wondering about our little side trip, beautiful. I found the meadow happen stance while drift fishing the River. I'm inexplicably drawn to it. Not too long after finding it I purchased it along with ten acres of the surrounding land. 

Afterward I discovered a small abandoned cottage, or should I say the stone foundation of what was once a cottage with a well close by. The water in the well is cold and pure and I intend to rebuild on the foundation someday and use it as a getaway. If there is time we'll stop again on the way home."

'That would explain the blueprint of a Cottage you have locked in your desk drawer. 'It's so cozy looking; like a cottage from a Children's Fairytale Story Book. I wonder if he has taken any woman but me there before,' were my thoughts. 

"Have you ever....."

I didn't finish the question because The Major kissed my lips, guessing my thoughts, "No Mary has not been there," and Matthew kissed my lips again, "Shall we go?" he asked taking his arm in mine, "our bellhop is waiting."

The bellhop pushed the brass trolley with our luggage to the elevator and then pushed it to our door where Matthew gave him a nice gratuity followed by a hand-shake. 

There was a large muscular black man sitting in a folding chair blocking the door to my room. He was dressed neatly in tan slacks and a dark blue polo shirt and I noticed he was wearing spit-polished black brogans. 

He stood up and moved the chair out of the away before shaking Matthew's hand warmly, followed by the brief hug that men do as they slap each other hard on the back trying to outdo each other to see who can hit the hardest.

From the man's demeanor and ramrod posture I guessed him to be a Marine; should I mention the Marine Emblem tattoo on his arm. 

"Magnus, this is Chastity Morgan my Personal Secretary. Chastity, this is Magnus Augustine, former Captain USMC. 

The big sissy did his time, barely, but didn't join the Reserves. He now runs an armed Security and Currier Service that specializes in transporting unique and precious items discretely, quietly and securely." 

"I'm pleased to meet you, Ms. Morgan. This no account bum and I go way back. We were boots together," Magnus said smiling shaking my hand gently...'goodness,' I thought, 'his hands are huge. What an interesting contrast between the two men; Matthew's muscles are long and ropey while Mr. Augustine's are the bulging muscles a weight lifter.'

"I'm pleased to meet you Mr. Augustine. How long have you been married?" I asked noticing the plain gold wedding band on his finger.

"Not long enough," Magnus said displaying a friendly smile, "actually it has been fifteen years of wedded bliss to the love of my life. 

Marrying Denise, my Nubian Princess is the best decision I ever made," and I was thinking, 'It's refreshing to meet a man who loves his wife and is not shy to say so; and what a unique term of endearment...my Nubian Princess! I wonder what she looks like.' 

"We have plenty of time before our meeting, Magnus," Matthew suggested, "would you and Denise care to meet us in the dining room for lunch? Shall we say in an hour?" 

"We would; Denise is looking forward to seeing you again and knew you would ask because the children are with their Grandma. I'm sure my Princess will be delighted in meeting Chastity. We'll meet you there and reserve us a table....."

The first thing I noticed when I walked into my room was the beautiful bouquet of blue morning glories in a planter on the antique Queen Anne's Desk. When I walked over to admire them I noticed the small lead glass crystal box in the shape of a heart. 

Underneath the crystal heart was a single sheet of white linen parchment folded in three and secured with a red wax seal impressed with Matthew's initials from his gold signet ring; MTW for Matthew Thomas Wright. 

It was addressed to me "Chastity" in Matthew's bold cursive writing. I broke the wax seal and unfolded it to read a poem written in the same bold cursive.

'Soft as eiderdown is Chastity's flaxen hair of gold.

Bluer than morning flowers of glory are Chastity's eyes that put to shame blue sapphires rare. 

Her lips are softer than rose petals when they caress mine. 

Chastity is mine to touch, to hold close; to feel the rhythm of her gentle caring heart beating with mine. 

It beats softly beneath her breast to inspire my soul to shine as brightly. 

Matthew was standing behind me as I turned to him; not so stern or rigid now as he looked at me with loving tenderness in his eyes.

"Matthew, did you write that for me," I touched his face gently, thinking, 'No one has ever written poetry to me before...I hear the rhythm of your heart beating with mine....I will always cherish this beautiful poem.'

"Yes and although not the prose of Lord Byron, I was inspired while we soaked in the tub sipping our tea. There is something else; open your heart." 

On one side of the crystal heart was my favorite Belgium chocolate in its familiar gold foil wrapping. On the other side nestled on top of a red silk bag was a pair of stunning white South Sea cultured pearl stud earrings set in 18k yellow gold. 

"Oh, Matthew, they're stunning! Thank you! My poem and now these beautiful pearl earrings; they must have cost you a fortune. Is that why you hired an armed delivery service, just for me?"

My head was spinning as I was thinking, 'The pearls in my necklace are South Sea pearls..... I wish my ears were pierced so that I can put my earrings on now....but a poem! Can you believe it! Matthew hired an armed courier to safely deliver my poem!'

"I did, however I wasn't sure if they would arrive in time. They were hand selected and matched as closely as possible by a pearl merchant in Japan. Mr. Saito's family has been in the business well over two-hundred years. 

That being said, the cost is irrelevant. What good is money if not well spent. As good luck was mine your earrings arrived at the perfect time and good old Magnus took care of the rest."

Matthew took the chocolate from the crystal heart to remove the gold foil wrapping, "There are 11 pieces in the desk drawer," he said as he held the heavenly chocolate to up my lips for me to bite. 

I bit the chocolate in half and then offered the rest up to his lips as lovers do, letting mine melt into a liquid, as did Matthew. We then kissed.....indescribable chocolate tingles....I can barely wait until Friday to have my ears pierced. 

"Your full generous lips now taste like chocolate rose petals, baby-face." 

I put the crystal box on the antique desk to put my arms around his neck to kiss his still chocolate tasting mouth and lips long and deep.

Matthew held me for a moment with his arms around my waist. My head was on his chest and could hear the beating of his heart. 

"I'll tell you a secret baby face," Matthew started taking my hair down, "I've never written poetry to any woman until now. There I finished," he put the pins and elastic hair tie on the desk.

"You will wear your hair down and loose until our appointment with Ms. Carmichael. Give me your brush and I'll brush it for you......" 

They were waiting for us when we arrived in the dining room and I now understood why Magnus referred to Denise as a Nubian Princess; the woman is stunningly beautiful. 

Denise is tall and lithe. She has a way about her that is open and friendly; perhaps nurturing would best describe Denise when she smiles. Denise has soft light brown eyes and creamy brown skin, dark and rich, blemish free...the color of my Belgium chocolate. 

Her hair is natural and cut close to her head to accentuate her long neck; gold hoop earrings graced her small ears. Denise's only jewelry besides the earrings was a gold wedding band, diamond engagement ring and small gold cross on a fine gold chain. 

Denise's dress was form fitting with a traditional African flair; the colors and pattern bright yet tasteful. She was wearing simple leather sandals on her feet. 

She and Matthew hugged briefly, kissing each other on the cheek before Matthew introduced Denise to me. Magnus was beaming from ear to ear; there was no doubt in my mind how much he loved his Nubian princess.

Denise and I each ordered a Caesar Salad followed by creamy Lobster Bisque that was the best I ever tasted. Matthew and Magnus had porterhouse steaks; for dessert we all had a nice cherry cordial with our coffee. 

The conversation was light and friendly. I imagined I was Matthew's wife attending a get-together with another couple for a dinner date. 

I was interested to learn that Denise is a first grade school teacher. I also learned the Augustine's have two children; a girl and a boy ages eight and ten. 

Denise asked me if I would like to see pictures while the men talked about old times and good naturedly insulted of each other. 

Of course I said yes, I adore children. Denise took a small but thick photo album from her purse. Goodness what proud parents they are....the album had pictures from birth to the present.... 

As always, Chastity made a good impression. She and Denise seemed to hit it off quite well, but then Chastity has a nice charming way with all people.

If I had given her flowers and candy, Chastity would be happy; candy, flowers and her pearl earrings, no less happy. 

It is my poem which she treasured the most as I knew she would because for me the poem meant everything. I gave her a piece of myself as she gives to me.

The expression on Chastity's face as she read it far surpasses the six-grand I paid for the earrings. This is precisely why my beautiful baby-face deserves them........ 

Our appointment with Ms. Carmichael was for 5:00PM and we drove down the private road to her estate at approximately 4:45 PM. 

I was under strict instructions to do exactly as told by while we are there regardless of what happened. I was dressed for business again in my blue dress with my hair put up in a nice bun. 

I thought these instructions odd since we were there to inspect her extensive art collection; primarily paintings and sketches for us to write an insurance policy. Matthew advised me Ms. Carmichael's collection rivaled many small art galleries. 

The Mansion was a three story brick house in the elegant Federalist style of Architecture with the original carriage house/ stables constructed of the same red brick. There were several out buildings including the smoke house, ice house and a single story caretaker's cottage of red brick. 

Ms. Carmichael's Family's estate dates back to 1820. It is registered as an historical landmark with everything restored to almost original condition excluding electricity, central heating and other modern amenities. 

We walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.....no answer.......we rang it again....still no answer. 

We turned to the faint sound of hoof-beats in the distance on the brick paved driveway and saw a mounted rider approaching at a fast trot. 

The rider slowed the gray stallion down to at walk about 50 yards from the mansion. And of all things she was riding bareback. 

Ms Carmichael rode right up to the front steps and Matthew walked down the steps to grab the bridle to help her dismount. 

Ms. Carmichael dismounted gracefully with not so much as a hello or a how-do-you do. She started walking towards the barn impatiently snapping her red leather riding crop in the air. 

I started to follow her but Matthew stopped me with a hand gesture..........after several seconds, Ms Carmichael stopped walking and turned to us.

"Do you need a written invitation?" she asked loudly and sarcastically, "Gandalf belongs in the stables. Perhaps you think that I keep my horses in my parlor? 

Are you afraid of getting honest horse shit on your spit shined shoes Mr. Wright?" 

'This is not beginning well at all!' I was thinking, 'the Major said she is a bit of an eccentric, but this?' 

"Ms Carmichael. I'm not one of your lackeys or stable hands to be ordered about." 

Matthew led the horse to the porch and tied the horse's reins to the black iron railing, "I'll concede that you are the expert on horses and their subsequent rectal and urinary by-products; need I tell you what you can do with them?"

Ms. Carmichael came storming back with an indignant look on her face except now was slapping the riding crop angrily on the side of her boots....wow! 

Even off the horse Ms. Carmichael is an imposing woman who no doubt is always accustomed to having her own way.

Lucinda's long red hair was pulled back in a tight braided chignon at the back of her neck. She was wearing a red checkered flannel shirt tucked in her blue jeans with the jeans tucked into knee high black riding boots. 

Lucinda is also a tall woman and big boned. She is perhaps an inch taller than Matthew with the riding boots adding another inch to her height. 

She stood in front of Matthew and tapped disrespectfully on his chest with her riding crop to annunciate her indignant anger. 

"I was prepared to have you write a five million dollar insurance policy should you meet my criteria. I was open to invest millions in the mutual funds you manage; so far I'm less than impressed by you. Apparently you don't know your place!"

"Stop hitting me with your riding crop, Lucinda," Matthew said quietly. 

"What are you going to do if I don't?" she asked not stopping.

"You'll regret it."

Ms. Carmichael cocked her arm back and hit Matthew's thigh forcefully with the riding crop. God that had to hurt and no doubt left a welt. The Major didn't flinch; he merely smiled. 

I was instructed not to interfere but I already was beginning to dislike this woman.....how dare she. 

"Try and hit me again, Lucinda."

Ms. Carmichael tried. This time Matthew caught her wrist as the blow descended pulling the riding crop right out of her hand.

He then leveraged Lucinda's wrist pinning her arm behind her back. In the blink of an eye she face-down on the grass with Matthew sitting on her. 

Ms. Carmichael was struggling and cursing up a storm when Matthew said "Chastity, get the plain bracelets ready please." 

I walked over to Matthew to give him the blued handcuffs from my purse thinking 'Good, now she is going to get her just dessert for hitting you, my love." 

"Don't claim I didn't warn you." My Matthew said calmly as he forcefully spanked Ms. Carmichael's buttocks with her riding crop, "You're running with a big dog now Lucinda. 

This dog has teeth and will bite you back." 

When he finished spanking her, Matthew took the plain blued handcuffs from me and snapped them on her wrists. He took off her riding boots off followed her socks, blue jeans and panties which he handed to me to fold and put neatly in a pile. 

When he finished Matthew stood up. Ms. Carmichael rolled to one side managing to get up on her knees. The Major grabbed Lucinda's hair and held her in place to prevent her from standing. She looked at him defiantly with tears in her green eyes. She hadn't uttered a sound during the entire spanking. 

"As you well know I'm here for reasons other than money. I'll ask you this one time. Are you up for the challenge? 

If not I'll remove the handcuffs. My secretary and I will leave; otherwise remain silent and we shall see." 

Ms. Carmichael continued to stare at him defiantly, twisting her wrists from side to side in the handcuffs.

"I'll take your silence as a yes, Lucinda. Listen carefully; from this point on you will remain silent or your next spanking will be on your bare bottom and I won't hold back. Open your mouth."

Matthew put her riding crop in it, "Now bite.....very good. You like to play the part of a dominant. I have another role in mind for you. Do you know what will happen to you if you drop it?" Ms. Carmichael nodded her head for yes. 

Matthew let go of her hair and walked over and rubbed Gandalf's face. "Your gelding is a fine example of an Arabian, Lucinda. He's obviously very well cared for; I would estimate he stands at 15 hands. 

I don't believe that I will get horse manure on my shoes should we walk to the barn. The surrounding grounds are immaculate so I'll assume your stables are immaculate. 

I'm also aware you are a writer of erotica and a published author writing under the pen name of Horse Mistress. 

I also know you fancy yourself a Dominant. There is fact, and then there is fiction; fiction is often followed by wishful thinking which leads to fantasy. 

You will answer truthfully now that you have experienced a little taste of what I am capable....stop, don't get up. Stay kneeling or else. 

I'm surmising all your help is gone for the day, correct?" Ms. Carmichael nodded her head for yes. 

"Did you prepare a meal or have a meal and/or refreshments prepared for us?" and again Ms. Carmichael nodded yes. 

"Excellent, I'm aware you're a gourmet cook so perhaps we may trade recipes when you learn your place with me. No doubt you will let us play with your bondage toys because if the riding crop is any indication you were hoping to try them on me or Chastity; Am I correct?" Ms. Carmichael nodded yes. 

"I'm not one for props or scripts, Lucinda. My methods are my own and I tailor them to the particular woman including you. 

I suppose props have their place to elicit orgasmic pleasure in some.....my methods are more basic and subtle. You might say spontaneous to the situation at hand. You may stand."

My Master removed and opened a large lock blade folding knife from suit his trouser pocket. He always carries a knife of some sort with him. This particular knife is one of a kind. 

Its custom made to be both light weight but strong with titanium bolsters and carbon fiber inlays. 

The 5" ATS34-steel blade is absolutely razor sharp. Because of the handcuffs, Matthew cut Lucinda's shirt and bra off before making her to stand naked before us. I could see that Ms. Carmichael is a natural red head from her neatly trimmed pubic mound.

"What a big girl you are, Lucinda," Matthew commented closing the knife and putting it in his pocket. He took her hair out of the tight braided chignon to let it fall in waves to the middle of her back. 

Matthew untied the horse from the porch railing and gave me the reins, "Follow us to the barn with Lucinda's clothing." 

"May I ride him there, Sir?" I asked while petting Gandalf's face. 

"What a great idea and you certainly may. It slipped my mind about the collection of porcelain horses you had as a child or your fascination with everything horses......and one porcelain pony. 

You told me about the summers you spent during your childhood riding on your Uncle Martin's farm. 

Perhaps Lucinda would like to see how a true submissive woman expresses her sexuality, Chastity. 

Chastity's precious submissive sexuality comes to her as naturally as breathing, Lucinda; fact, not fiction or pretend.

Take off all your clothing please, Ms. Morgan." 

As a teenager and especially during the first signs of budding of my womanhood, I often dreamed of riding a horse naked. Particularly after being stimulated and aroused when riding clothed in my Uncle Martin's gentle gelding. 

I imagined then I was one of Epona's, the Celtic goddess of horses' handmaidens. In my dreams I would ride the mighty winged steed Pegasus naked and free as he galloped through the clouds of my imagination. I often wished I had the courage to ride Silver bareback while I was naked.




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 04



Often times I would lie unseen in the tall grass and pleasure myself while I let Silver wander to graze on a hobble. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like feeling those powerful muscles moving beneath me as Silver ran. 

My Uncle Martin named his horse after the Lone Ranger's horse. I thought it so cool at the time and I still do. Silver has departed this earth to a good horse's reward in heaven; Hi-ho, Silver my loyal childhood steed and dear gentle equine companion. 

I realize now from reading erotica the horse represents the quintessential phallic pleasure; the romantic ideal of a strong and protective lover; a phallic symbol of fertility and my desire to conceive children. 

Donald never wanted to adopt. He stated and I quote, "I refuse to raise other people's castoff mistakes". 

I discussed my desire for children and my inability to conceive with Matthew while we cuddled in our hammock looking up at the stars. Afterward he was quiet and thoughtful until he spoke. 

"I don't know what God's plan is for you, Chastity, except to say God has given you free will to choose and here we are. God blessed you with the ability to conceive and bring forth lifelike images with your hands. It would be a sin not to embrace your gift" 

While I undressed, leaving on my silver sterling silver chain with the handcuff key as before I was thinking, "and now my free will allows me to bring forth and embrace my sexuality,' as I dropped my clothing onto the grass to stand gloriously naked at my Master's command.

"Chastity is magnificent, is she not, Lucinda? Take your hair down, baby face.....excellent...now shake your head....marvelous! Did you know Chastity is an artist; she paints and draws to make life like images on paper?" 

My Master walked over to me, "Lift your foot and put it in my hands so I can help you up. I'll assume mounting a horse naked and without stirrups needs some practice," and after I was on Gandalf's back. "Gandalf is beautiful, Ms Carmichael, thank you for allowing me to ride him."

I was still annoyed she dared to hit Matthew as I leaned forward taking the reins to kiss Gandalf's neck thinking, 'I finally got my wish.... I really am riding a stallion naked....what a handsome and powerful steed. 

"Matthew?" The Major knew what I was going to ask him. "Yes, you may ride him for a little while in sight of the house. Just be available when I call....."

"Well Ms. Carmichael," I asked after Chastity rode off, "have you ever ridden naked bareback?" and she shook her head for no, "what a shame. Let's see what surprises you have for us in the barn." 

I grabbed Lucinda's hair at the nape of her neck giving her head a little tug, "I'm positive it will be enjoyable. I've never had a woman who is taller than me before. I'm looking forward to it. " 

We walked to the barn and once there I observed two other horses, geldings not stallions, watching us calmly from their stalls. One was a chestnut brown Jutland at approximately 16 hands and the other a black American quarter horse close to 17 hands. Lucinda has a rather eclectic although somewhat fitting small menagerie of equines. 

We stopped in front of their stalls where I looked at the brass plates with their names engraved on them. Brownie was the Jutland's name while Blackie was the American Quarter Horse; naturally Gandalf's stall was empty. 

There were two long rectangular tables at the far end of the barn that were covered with red satin tablecloths. It was obvious the tablecloths were meant to conceal objects underneath. 

On the floor adjacent to the tables were thick mats similar to what one would find in gymnasiums. The mats were centered underneath a 4"x4" diameter horizontal wood beam that was anchored to the walls on identical vertical wood beams bolted to the walls. 

The horizontal beam rose nine feet from the floor. There were eye bolts and hooks on the bottom to attach various bondage devices.

"Well, Lucinda," I commented as I played with her well cared for wavy and silky red hair, "what surprises shall we find underneath the tablecloths?"

Twisting long red hair in my hand like a leash, I led her to the tables and removed the covering. 

I shook my head in disbelief and started to laugh, "Really Ms. Carmichael" I continued laughing "you're certainly well equipped and well prepared for all BDSM contingences, except for this one." 

On the tables were whips of various materials and configurations, dildos, ball gags, jaw spreaders plus leather wrist and ankles cuffs. There where body harnesses made of leather or made of chains. 

There were nipple clamps, leather and vinyl full head masks, spreaders and truss bars: chastity belts and cock rings, cock and ball toys...there were other things that I can only guess their purpose; the table was like a display in BDSM Emporium. 

I seldom use anything except handcuffs with a simple coil of nylon rope. Cruelty and pain for its own sake is not in my nature.

I let go of Lucinda's hair and walked over to the table. Once there I took off my suit coat, my tie, shoes and socks leaving my trousers on. As an afterthought, I took my knife out, locked it open and put it on top of my suit coat. 

I then jumped up grabbing the beam with my hands to pull myself up and stand on it; I walked back and forth while I talked to her. 

"What goes on here today shall remain between the three of us. That being said, I can't be bought and I will not be threatened, Lucinda....Lucinda is so formal, don't you think.

I demand full obedience and compliance from my submissive women, Lucy. I have broken women with temperaments such as yours, although admittedly none as marvelously imposing or voluptuously substantial or as tall as you. 

Be that as it may, all women are the same size when they are lying on their backs." 

I swung myself downward dropping feet first to the mats in order to critique her naked form; much of the defiance was now gone from her green eyes. I removed the riding crop from her mouth and dropped it to the concrete floor. 

I took my thumb and forefinger to gently grasp her chin between them to look into her eyes, "Your emerald green eyes are a shade darker than mine......"

Lucinda closed her eyes and tried to turn her head. I grabbed her face roughly applying pressure on either side of her jaw to push her lips out into an exaggerated pout and made her open her eyes. 

"Don't look away from me, Lucy, I'm talking to you," and I squeezed harder turning her head from side-to-side, "I'll remove your bracelets and you may fight me if you wish to sort things out once and for all.

Feel free to use the hay fork or anything not nailed down if you dare. I promise you another beating when you fail......shall I remove the handcuffs?" She didn't answer...."I didn't think so. I'll take that as a no. 

I can smell the wetness and scent of your arousal Lucy, your sex betrays you." 

I let go of Lucinda's face to push her hair behind her ears. Leaning forward I now took her face gently between my hands as I kissed her full lips to let my face linger next to hers as I whispered. 

"I can smell the perfume in your hair.... Black Lotus most definitely... a scent very rare and costly.....unavailable and 

Unknown except to the most discerning and sophisticated of women.... it mixes well to enhance the essence of your natural scent." 

I took a step back and licked my index finger, slowly dragging it from the base of Lucinda's throat.... down between her breasts to her pussy, my fingers lingering to stroke the curly red hair of her mound, making her tilt her head back, close her eyes and shudder with pleasure. 

When I stuck my fingers in to her musky wetness, Lucinda gasped and opened her green eyes; I kissed her lips again and she returned my kisses leaning forward to press her lips against mine. 

"I think we gave Chastity enough time, but first."

I selected a red leather collar with a long red leash that had brass snap hooks on both ends from one of the tables before grabbing her hair and making her kneel on the mats. This time I didn't have to tug hard for Lucinda to comply. 

I buckled the collar around her neck and attached the leash to the collar. I snapped the other end of the leash to a large eyebolt in the overhead beam, jerking upward on the leash to make her stand again. 

I contemplated making her wear a leather hood as I played with her full round breasts feeling and watching the nipples harden as I caressed and stroked them with my hands while Lucinda squirmed in place moaning with pleasure. 

I decided on a simple blindfold and removed the red silk scarf from my trouser pocket and put that over her eyes tying it snuggly behind her head.................

The experience of being naked and riding a horse bareback is absolutely and gloriously incredible. I had several gentle orgasms as I rode Gandalf. 

I let my imagination run wild as I rode looking briefly up into the sky finding shapes and imagining the clouds were Epona's handmaidens galloping with me from up above.

It was too soon that Matthew came out of the stables to call me back. Nevertheless I was going to do a sketch of a naked woman riding a horse through a meadow, me, the first chance I get. Before we leave here I will draw a charcoal sketch of Gandalf for my portfolio. 

I was curious how I would find Ms. Carmichael and/or what Matthew had done with her, and my goodness was I surprised!

There were two tables of sex toys, most that my Master wouldn't use. The barn was set up as sort as BDSM playroom with the overhead beam for restraints and such. 

Lucinda was bound like a woman in an illustrated Erotic Novel as I walked Gandalf into the barn. 

Matthew stopped caressing Ms. Carmichael's breasts and pussy and put his hand to the base of his throat; a non-verbal command for me to remain silent. 

I put Gandalf in his stall and closed the gate where he turned around to watch us.

I then obediently got down on my knees next to the Major; Matthew whispered in my ear before continuing to caress Lucinda's breasts and pussy making her moan and squirm. 

Lucinda's hips were gyrating as she squeezed her legs together while pushing her pussy against Matthew's hand. She was desperate for the sweet release of an orgasm.....which he was denying her each time she reached her peak. 

I was getting aroused enjoying the change in Ms. Carmichael's demeanor, thinking 'You're not so tough after all, are you Lucy? You're lucky he didn't strip you first before beat your bare bottom with the riding crop after you hit him with it!'

When Matthew looked at me and smiled nodding his head I walked over to several bales of hay adjacent to the mats.

They were covered with a horse blanket and I removed it. Matthew unsnapped Lucinda's leash from the collar and wrapped his hand in her long red hair to bring her over to the stacked hay bales. 

Letting go of her hair, the Major took off his suit pants and boxers giving them to me to place neatly on the table with the rest of his clothing. I was right; there was an ugly welt on his thigh!

Matthew then forced Lucinda to bend over the hay bales with her breasts and stomach pressing into them as he straddled her dripping and welcoming pussy with his cock. 

He leaned forward until his face was close to hers and said, "You're my bitch, Lucy, if only for today and it has been my pleasure to put you in your proper place." 

Matthew entered her without further fanfare, pushing slowly, making her gasp and moan while stretching her wet pussy until bitch Lucy, and I can't think of her in any other way now, even though I will never say it out loud; the bitch could feel his balls caressing her ass cheeks. 

As I took off her blindfold, Lucy looked up at me with such a lascivious smile on her face that I had to smile back. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips lightly, whispering, "He's mine so enjoy him while you can." 

Lucy was moaning and squirming from side-to-side, her breasts pressed up against the almost prickly texture of the hay. 

I kissed Matthew's lips long and deep before he began to mercilessly assault her pussy with his cock, holding Lucy in place by her cuffed wrists. 

I was getting so horny and aroused I could barely stand it as I caressed my Master's hard and lean body, pressing and rubbing myself against him. I wanted him to fuck me while she watched. 

Matthew brought Lucy to the brink of sweet release several times before she was allowed her orgasm. He would pause and back out allowing me to kiss his lips long and deep while I rubbed his bristly head, as he made her wait to orgasm. 

When Matthew determined Lucy had waited long enough his thrusting become more forceful and his porn-star cock appeared even bigger and harder as his balls spanked her ass. Lucy's breasts were pummeled even more forcefully against the compacted square bales of hay. 

I was amazed and astounded when her orgasm consumed her. She squirmed and panted and moaned and said most unladylike, "fuck me harder, fuck me harder" totally unable to control herself as she galloped through her orgasm; as the Major rode her hard like a lathered neighing mare, slapping her ass to the cadence of the gallop....there goes my imagination again. 

The sharp intake of Matthew's breathing and the deep low feral growl in his throat was the only noise he made as he fucked her. Yes he was rough with her; however that is what bitch Lucy wanted and needed.....to be dominated. 

I wondered if she was ever a true Dominant as opposed to a pretend one.....I doubted it. 

After she came Matthew grabbed her log red hair and anticipating Lucy went down on her knees to suck on his still hard cock. 

"Open your mouth bitch and watch your teeth," he said gruffly giving her head a light cuff as a reminder.

Matthew didn't bother gathering her hair in his hands as he does with me. He took Lucy's head in his hands and literally fucked her mouth, deep throating her roughly. 

Just before the Major had his orgasm, Matthew withdrew his cock from her mouth, slapping her cheek with it "Look at me Lucy, I want to see your cock eyes looking up at me when I come....open wide and stick out your tongue."

Lucy was actually smiling as the Major pumped his cock jerking-off to pump his rich creamy seed aiming into her mouth and tongue, some splashing onto Lucy's face....what a waste of good semen. 

I took my finger to wipe some from her cheek tasting it, yum. Matthew nodded approvingly as I removed the remaining semen Lucy couldn't reach with her tongue to let her lick it off my fingers.

It was hard to believe that Lucy was the same angry imposing woman who had ridden up to us earlier on a grey stallion this afternoon. 

This day enforced my respect and confidence in Matthew all the more to embrace and cherish his dominance over me; the Major is the real thing, although I always knew that. 

Nevertheless I was still very, very horny; how I could not be after that has happened or all that I witnessed today; by all rights it was my turn now. Would my Matthew make me wait?

Matthew put his hand on Lucy's head to stroke her hair most thoughtfully as he studied the both of us....."Hmm, I suppose I will give you a taste of something that is forbidden to you other than on my terms, Lucy, but first I must set the table for the feast." 

Matthew walked over to one of the tables, picking it up and unceremoniously dumping all the BDSM toys to the floor. He then picked it up in the middle and carried it to the mats before putting it down. 

"Chastity, get up here my girl," Matthew said patting the top of the table with his hand. 

I walked over and sat on the table top, my legs dangling over the sides waiting. Matthew was standing behind me so I leaned against him to get comfortable, sliding my ass towards the edge for her to lick my cunt. 

"Lucy," he commanded quietly, pointing to the mat on the floor in front of me. She got up and walked over to get down on her knees on the mat, "so far I'm less than impressed with you," he said, throwing some of her words back in her face. 

"I'll consider accepting your business under advisement with my Personal Secretary provided you put your tongue to some good constructive use. Afterward I will consult with Ms. Morgan and give you our decision. You may proceed."

I lay back in my Master's strong protective arms closing my eyes, hesitatingly inviting the incursion of Lucy's tongue as she teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent nectar of my womanhood.

At first Lucy's tongue was fluttering about, pink, wet and warm, fanning my secret desire to experience at least once oral sex with a woman. This was my secret wish and desire granted at my Master's command. 

My hands were in Lucy's long and soft, silky wavy red hair as I reached back to feel the contrast of Matthew high and tight Marine haircut. 

I gathered Lucy's long hair to pull it forward to cover my groin and stomach as Matthew does with mine, enjoying this marvelous erotic sensation of long hair. He does this with me when we lay in bed and I suck on his cock. I now fully understand why. 

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm ignited to flame, Lucy's tongue slashed and darted, feign and pummeled my clitoris. 

It was a purposeful and probing, fueling the inferno of burning hot flames of euphoric rapture as my orgasm consumed me. 

I was squirming on the smooth surface of the table, the feast for her mouth, tongue and lips while Matthew held me to keep from sliding off. 

And then her tongue was gentle and calm, pink and moist; soothing as Lucy continued licking and kissing as she cleaned my pussy with her tongue; like I clean Matthew's cock and balls with mine. 

In my book, Ms. Carmichael had earned the consideration of us taking her on as a client. Matthew helped me off the table and took me in his arms kissed my lips long and deep. 

"It's good etiquette to thank, Lucy," Matthew advised me as he gently helped her to her feet. "You obviously enjoyed the attention of her mouth and tongue. Such an opportunity may not happen again for either of you ladies pending the outcome of the consultation." 

I took Lucy's face in my hands and kissed her lips, "Thank you. You are my first oral experience with a woman, Lucy and it was wonderful. 

I forgive you for hitting, Matthew," and then I simply hugged her....wondering what perfume she was wearing and where I could buy it. 

"Well, Ms. Morgan?" the Major asked referring to our consultation. 

"I say yes, Mr. Wright."

"There you have it, Ms. Carmichael, it's unanimous," the Major concurred, taking off the handcuffs but leaving the collar on her. 

"If it's not too much trouble, an ice cold glass of IPA or hearty Stout will certainly hit the spot when I join you inside. You two go on ahead, I'm sure you have much to talk about...."

Matthew stayed in the stables for awhile to pet the horses. He does have a gentle side about him with animals, especially with dogs or cats and no doubt saw to it that they were fed and watered. 

Lucy and I walked back to the house together stopping to gather our clothing but not bothering to get dressed as if walking around naked was the most natural thing in the world. I stopped to get my portfolio out of the Land Rover to show her my work once we went inside...............

I spent about 45 minutes in the stables attending to the horses before I got dressed and met the ladies inside; watching a grey tabby barn cat that was lurking about. 

I coaxed him out with a can of cat food putting it in a bowl that was no doubt his. I watched him as he ate....a simple pleasure and then walked to the house after he was finished and leaving him with fresh water.

I heard some laughing from the upstairs and walked up the staircase to investigate. It was obvious both of them had bathed as they had large white bath towels wrapped around their mid-sections. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 04



I noticed some of Chastity's art work laid out on the bed as if Lucy had set them aside to purchase them, or at least one. If I knew my pretty baby-face, and I do, Chastity would make it a gift, independent of the fact it would be good for business. 

I heard Lucy say, "Do you think he's still feeding my pussy?" which got them both laughing again. As I said, Chastity has a nice way with people, and again, my methods are my own. 

Lucy had just finished brushing Chastity's long blonde hair and was starting to french braid it in the same style as hers; Chastity most likely brushed out and then braided Lucy's hair as she often does for Mary, and Mary her. I encourage this. 

I mandated early on for Mary to teach Chastity how to do a dozen of my favorite braids and/updos or variations of each; a most useful as well as a practical skill for a submissive to be able to change the style of her hair as the whim of her Dominant. 

"Yes," I interrupted, stepping into the bedroom, "both pussies have been well fed."

"Major, I didn't hear you come up the stairs," said Lucy, "There are the IPA's you favor in the fridge," as she continued to braid Chastity's hair, "and Stout too. My cousin John always enjoys good hearty Stout when he comes to visit. 

John told me Chastity favors Chardonnay. Please make yourself at home while we girls get ready for dinner."

I was thinking, 'I wouldn't be surprised if there were vegetarian dishes for Chastity.'

"Where did you find her, Major? I looked over her artwork and Chastity's creations are astounding. We talked about displaying them in a little gallery in Manhattan to give her some exposure." 

"Fine, I will help myself, thank you. As far as Chastity's art work, I encourage that idea; please make it happen. See you both in a bit," and as I turned to walk away, "Major," Lucy called out teasingly. 

"Yes?"

"Feel free to slide down the banister if you wish."

I walked away smiling and thinking, 'Good you have a sense of humor. I already know you are an intelligent woman as brilliance runs in your family....John for example.

Our dinner conversation is bound to be interesting. Today has been a game for you and you have met your match; you gave in because you had to and then reluctantly discovered you enjoyed this new experience. 

Lucy my girl, I could break you if I wanted to although it wouldn't be easy and you would fight me every step of the way..... I admit that. A strong man would complement you regardless. From what I have seen, I like you the way you are and we'll leave it at that.....' 

I was enjoying my IPA when they walked into the kitchen. Interestingly enough they were wearing identical silk chiffon dresses of different colors and they were barefoot. 

Very nice! I approved of this sleeveless style with thin spaghetti straps with the gathered empire waist and a flouncy ruffled hem that fell just to their knees. 

Chastity's dress was a pale red coral that seemed to float about her as she walked or turned. The color was a nice contrast to her blonde hair, styled perfectly to compliment this variety of dress. 

Lucy was wearing pale sea foam green to bring out the green in her eyes and the red in her hair. Her makeup was the sultrier of the two women. 

As is my preference most of the time, Chastity's makeup was lightly applied to showcase her natural peaches & cream complexion. This to enhance her ever present youthful baby-face and underlying sweet goodness that I find so delightful in her......actually I find everything about her delightful. 

Chastity was delightfully bold as she put her arms around my neck to kiss my lips long and deep and then playfully giving my ass a pinch, whispering in my ear, "I much prefer your cock and tongue lover," and she kissed my lips again, "thank you for the treat. Your dinner will be ready in an hour. With your permission I will give Lucy a hand setting the table........." 

I adore eating on a properly set table, as does Matthew. Especially one with linen napkins, a table covered with a white linen table cloth overlaid with a white lace one. Add fine china and crystal goblets; don't forget Lucy's mother's sterling silver tableware, candles and fresh flowers, red carnations on the table. 

For our appetizer we ate smoked salmon garnished with lemon wedges and served cold with a Greek yogurt dipping sauce made with dill, capers, freshly chopped parsley and white and black pepper. 

Lucy also put out a nice fresh fruit/cheese platter to go with our appetizer. The soft creamy Brie is my favorite cheese and there was plenty of it. 

I slowly sipped and savored a fruity Chardonnay, always limiting myself to two. Matthew and Lucinda shared a bottle of Merlot. Matthew is temperate in his drinking habits and seldom has more than three. 

This was followed by a heavenly cold and refreshing Vichyssoise, the puree leaks, heavy cream and chicken stock blended to perfection. 

Our soup was followed by a cold white bean salad marinated in balsamic vinegar and extra-virgin olive oil with just the right amount of spices; mint leaves, basil, fresh chopped parsley and minced garlic. This delightful salad also had black olives, artichoke hearts, red and green peppers, red onion plus a smidgen of minced fresh hot peppers. 

My entree was meatless eggplant parmesan while Lucy and Matthew feasted on eggplant stuffed with tarragon lamb and feta cheese. We had a rich chocolate Mousse for dessert. 

I helped Lucy put the leftover food away with the dishes going in the dish washer. We left the pots and pans for her housekeeper. 

We then went to view her art collection after going down a spiral staircase that was hidden behind a section of false wall in her study to the climate controlled underground vault adjacent to the original basement. 

Once inside, Lucy provided us with a complete itemized alphabetical listing including a photo for each object to be insured with a notarized appraisal/certificate of authenticity. 

There were two objects in the vault not listed. They were locked away with paintings appraised at hundreds of thousands of dollars each. Yet to Lucy these treasures were priceless.

They were displayed on a white marble pedestal away from the rest. One treasure was a 5" x 7" picture frame made from folded and braided silver foil chewing gum wrappers. In this lovingly handmade frame was a color photograph of Lucy with a young man. I turned to look at the other side and the yellowed newspaper clipping.....my heart went out to her. 

His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his New York Yankee ball cap was cocked jauntily to one side. He wasn't handsome at all like Matthew....he was rather plain looking and several inches shorter than her. 

This young man's arm was around Lucy's waist as if she was the most precious thing in his life and he the luckiest man in the world. Looking at the photo it was obvious his smile could light up a room.

The background of the photo with its crowd of people suggested they were at a carnival or county fair in front of a game booth; you know the one where you must knock over small weighted cans with baseballs to win a prize. 

The prizes were stuffed animals hanging from the ceiling and sides of the booth; the object of the game; the more cans you knock over the larger the prize.

They looked to be to in their late teens to early twenties at the most and they looked so very happy and in love; a woman can tell these things. 

Lucy was holding a silly little stuffed dog with long floppy ears. She was holding it proudly as if it was the most costly prize he could win for her. The little stuffed dog from the photo was the second object on the white marble pedestal. 

I didn't ask about it at the time and Lucy didn't offer......she did tell me eventually.....another story for another time. 

We agreed to write an unscheduled insurance policy for five million. Lucy set up an appointment to come to the agency next Friday to review the many investment options we offer; Matthew would make her dinner that Friday evening.

It came to light Lucy knew Matthew was an accomplished dancer and insisted we take turns dancing with him. 

It appeared she enjoyed watching us dance together as much as dancing with him; she being an accomplished dancer in her own right. Matthew took our hair out of our french braids while he danced with us, as I knew he would. 

We officially were added that evening to Lucy's small circle of friends that day. 

It was late in the evening when we left Lucy's estate, me still wearing my new dress, a gift. I promised to paint a watercolor of her horses. 

I wanted to sleep with Matthew that night. I wanted him to make slow gentle love to me. I wanted to fall asleep next to him in his arms; however he was firm and adamant. I suppose he has his reasons.

I was asleep alone in bed when I received a telephone at about 3:00 AM on my cell phone. The call was from Sheriff Deputy Robert Lake at a Medical Center located 50 miles from my home. 

The Deputy was calling as a courtesy on Donald's behalf.

My husband was in the police lockup, a secure wing of the Medical Center. Donald was being treated for a fractured wrist, a broken nose, torn ligaments in his ankle and a possible concussion. 

I assumed his injuries were from an automobile accident resulting from another DWI, but that wasn't the case at all although I'd felt better about him if it had; God forgive me for saying so. 

The charges were public intoxication, lewd acts and assault. 

Donald was to be transferred from the Medical Center tomorrow morning for a bail hearing at 9:00 AM and then to the County Jail unless bail was posted. 

I quickly changed from my nightgown to my blue dress with the lace collar and brushed my hair out to style it in a simple three strand braid, also know in the Community as a slave braid. I packed my bag and then went to wake Matthew, telling him what had transpired.

I could tell Matthew was angry when I told him about the phone call and I was comforted that he wasn't angry at me. 

I put my head against his chest for him to hug me, "You're not angry at me, are you."

"No, of course not; he is what he is," he replied quietly, hugging me gently, "I wish you'd leave him, though," Matthew said sighing. 

"I suppose he'll need an attorney for his bail hearing, and I know just the man. I'll pack while you call Mary. Tell her to get in contact with Daniel Skinner. Are you sure you're alright, baby face.........?" 

That damn fool managed to get himself in another jackpot causing Chastity more embarrassment and shame when it made the newspapers and local television and radio news. Chastity deserves so much better than him. 

Mary collected most of the facts for me before she met us in the Medical Center parking lot with Chastity's Toyota Tacoma pickup truck. I did some checking later to get more specific facts making telephone calls to the right people 

Mary is a treasure. Here loyalty to me is unquestioned and I extend the same to her. She has a talent for investigating, extracting and compiling information. There was little we didn't know after we arrived. 

Chastity's husband started a new drinking binge around noon the day before when he invited all his co-workers to a local landmark tavern, the Stage House favored by the local businessmen, including me. I've cut many business deals there with clients who prefer a less formal business setting. 

First he stopped at the bank to withdraw a large sum of money from their savings account to play the big shot by buying rounds of drinks for the house. 

Believe me when I tell you the Stage House is frequented by beautiful women; some on the prowl, both married women and/ or single; or women with their boyfriends or husbands; scenery pleasing to the eye. 

The fool managed to attract two out of town tramps, Misty and Barbie; women in their forties and cousins; one married the other not. The last names of the tramps are not important to my synopsis. 

Barbie's husband is serving time in Auburn Prison for murder and extortion.....brilliant move, Donald, you fool. The convict might be a potential problem for Chastity when he gets out so I took precautions to keep her safe; check and prepare for every contingency and then check again. The fool can fend for himself. 

God help him if he approaches or bothers Chastity in any way.

These mentioned undiscriminating trollops were seeking greener pastures to party in drunken debauchery. 

I have the tramps photographs. I have the incarcerated husband's photograph and release date. Neither woman can be considered lookers; their once average looks are definitely in decline as they ravage their flabby bodies with hard liquor and tobacco. 

They attached themselves to Donald like bloated ticks on a greasy mangy cur to suck up the free liquor as they took turns plying their feminine wiles to get into his pants. 

Donald continued to play the big shot until late into the afternoon when his wad of money started running short. 

They drove to Donald's bank in Misty's sedan to get more cash; barely meeting the deadline before closing time. 

Leaving the bank they stopped at a Convenience Store to dine at a cozy table near the beer cooler after selecting their entrees and appetizers from the refrigerated food case. 

Rare culinary delights pre-packaged in cellophane spiced with preservatives, sugar, salt, high fructose corn syrup, artificial flavors and other chemicals and/or complex compounds.....can you detect the visceral dripping contempt in my words because I'm just getting started?

Their gourmet repast was cooked to perfection in the store's microwave oven; finger food for his two hardly refined dinner companion's nicotine stained fingers to shove into their faces; Styrofoam dishes, napkins, plastic forks, spoons and knives optional. 

For dessert, Donald-dunce bought each a carton of cigarettes. 

Leaving the Convenience store they drove to a liquor store and he purchased two bottles of Glenfarclas 25 year aged single malt Scotch and tipped the clerk twenty dollars. 

Can you imagine the irony; 25 year aged single malt Scotch for a man who guzzles the cheapest rock gut swill whiskey? As if any of the three can tell the difference; pearls before swine. 

They then drove to a dive bar of questionable repute sharing a bottle along the way. Donald again played the big shot while his cash lasted. 

He and Barbie, the less attractive of the two trollops locked themselves in the small single toilet men's room. 

Donald-dunce fornicated with porcine Barbie on the filthy, urine smelling, cigarette butt strewn floor much to the displeasure of the full bladder to bursting patrons who needed to use it; the smart ones using the ladies room; the most urgent and not so smart outside in the parking lot. 

The bartender was forced to remove the hinges to get the door open and found porcine Barbie on her hands and knees with her eyes shut tight, slack mouth open; drooling and moaning with the drunken dunce doing the dirty deed on the dirty smelly floor. 

A crowd gathered; cat calls and insults ensued directed at the less than discrete lovers, but especially at Barbie.....she received one sexual proposition, numerous sexual suggests; one anatomically impossible, while the bartender called the police. 

Porcine Barbie was enraged, porcine Barbie's honor was besmirched. Porcine Barbie's "right to privacy" to rut and root like a sow in the mud was violated by the bartender.....she didn't actually say that, I did. Her shrill drunken spittle spewing rant only included "Constitutional right to privacy". 

Barbie told the bartender in no uncertain terms what she thought of him; profanity was the main theme of her inebriated oral dissertation, resulting in the catcalls and insults towards her and Donald-dunce to escalate. 

At this juncture of the night, Misty was reclining barely conscious in her car in the parking lot sipping from the second bottle of Scotch oblivious what was transpiring inside. 

The closing argument of Barbie's alcohol induced brain-fart was to threaten crowd and the bartender with her convict husband as she punched the bartender in the eye; an-out- and-out shoving match brawl ensued with the two lovers ridiculously outnumber." 

Donald was mistaken for or assumed to be Barbie's husband. Consequently he was punched in the nose and hit in the head with a beer bottle although not necessarily in that order. 

While Chastity's husband was stunned in inebriated confusion on the floor, an anonymous heavy work boot came down hard on his wrist breaking it. 

The fool was down but not out; he kicked somebody in the groin; an innocent somebody whom was trying to help him according to the police report. 

Seeing his chance, Donald got up and ran out the door with several regular patrons and the bartender close behind. 

As Lady Luck seldom favors fools; the dunce's foot caught on a sewer grate. Donald went down with his shoe wedged in the rectangular opening tearing ligaments in his ankle. 

They caught Donald and brought him back inside where he and Barbie were detained until the Sheriff Deputies arrived.

Donald went peacefully in pain; a bloody mess with all the fight knocked out of him and resigned to the consequences. 

Barbie's irrational inebriated rants began anew when she was placed in the back seat of the Sheriff's Cruiser and continued on her trip to the women's lockup. 

The rant was momentary interrupted when she vomited all over the back seat of the cruiser. In further protest of unjustifiably being arrested for public lewdness, public intoxication and assault, Barbie hiked up her dress and pulled down her leopard-skin pattern nylon thong to defecate on the floor, wiping her bottom with them and stuffing them in the car seat. 

Barbie then resumed her rant with increased vigor after leaving this second tangible reminder of protest. She eventually fell asleep in her holding cell........ 

I was buzzed into the secured unit where I was made to show Picture ID to the young Sheriff Deputy on duty. Deputy Michael Smith kept looking back and forth between me and my Drivers License photo as if I was not the woman standing before him.

"Is there something wrong with my ID, Deputy?" I asked. 

"No ma'am, it's just....."

"It's just what, Deputy?" 

"Well, since you asked Mrs. Morgan, it just doesn't figure. 

I know what that other woman looks and acts like; boy do I know! I'm surprised you're here. Do you know what your husband did?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"I'm sorry for you, ma'am. I'm doing a double now and I was one of the responding officers. I had to deal with and transport the mature intoxicated female suspect from the men's bathroom being the low man on the totem pole. 

Mr. Morgan is down the hall to your right. Good luck, ma'am."

My husband looked terrible. Donald's wrist and ankle was in a cast with the tips of his finger looking discolored and puffy. Donald had two black eyes with a bandage wrapped around his head covering his broken nose. 

The crown of Donald's head was shaved bald like a monk's tonsure displaying the row of ugly stitches were the beer bottle was broken over his head. 

"Is there anything I can get you?" I asked. 

"Water," he replied and I held the plastic glass full of ice water up to his lips for him to sip.

"Mr. Wright arranged an attorney for you, Donald. He will meet you before your bail hearing," I adjusted his sheets and pillow, "Most likely the bail will be manageable. Hopefully Mr. Skinner your attorney will get the assault charge reduced to disorderly conduct." 

"Will you be there?"

"Yes."

"Do you know everything?" Donald asked.

"Yes, Donald, I know everything; every sordid detail."

"Does my Mother know?"




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 04



"Yes."

"What did Mom say?"

"Clara sends all her love."

Actually there is more; the usual excuses, platitudes and blame such as.... "But he was always such a good boy.....If you only stayed at home like me....My baby never had a drinking problem until after he was married.... Husbands' never stray when....etc. 

"I'm sorry, Chastity." 

I didn't respond not believing him. As my Daddy used to say, "Sorry doesn't feed the bulldog'. Donald spoke up much louder, "Answer me, god damn it! I said I'm sorry!"

The Sheriff Deputy guarding the room stepped in the doorway, "Calm down Mr. Morgan. You're lucky your pretty wife showed up at all. It's obvious to me she's nothing like your co-defendant. Be nice to her or I'll terminate your visit."

"OK, Deputy, I'll calm down, thanks' for getting a hold of my wife for me." 

I sat with Donald for half an hour....we didn't talk after his warning. What was there to say? 

My father was getting off the elevator as I was getting on so I stopped to talk with him, filling him in. He looked tired and didn't have much to say except he would be attending the bail hearing with me.

Bail was set at five thousand dollars. Donald's bench trial was a week later and Clara attended in a wheel chair; her walking days were over. 

The assault charge was reduced to disorderly conduct. Donald's plea deal of one year's probation included mandatory drug testing for alcohol and required weekends in jail. 

Things worked out perfectly. I left work early for two weeks to take care of Donald....he's still my husband and Clara can barely take care of herself these days.

Unfortunately my captive bead ring was delayed for two weeks until Donald served his first weekend in the County Jail starting every Friday at five PM to end Sunday at five PM. 

I had weekends with my lover again for a whole year. 

Because of Donald's injuries my husband's lawyer made arrangements for Donald to have his own cell rather than be in the dormitory. 

This meant a more comfortable mattress, a private toilet and a window. It also meant Donald would receive his pain medication as prescribed by his doctor for the next two weekends. 

His only complaint when I dropped him off was how stupid he looked with his tonsure....oh well....he did look ridiculous.

There was a package waiting for me on my front porch when I returned from dropping my husband off at the County Jail.

It was a large box wrapped in red foil paper and secured with a white ribbon and bow. 

Under the ribbon was an envelope. The envelope was addressed "To my pretty baby face" in Matthew's bold cursive and written in blue ink from his fountain pen. 

Inside the envelope was a card with instructions written in the same.

I picked up the box and brought it inside; locking the door behind me and opened it in the foyer. 

Inside the box was a red silk camisole. Also inside the box was the most gorgeous lace dress along with a pair of soft leather red dancing shoes, just as my Master promised. 

I held up my dress at arm's length and then hugged it to me. I then ran up the stairs to hold in front of me in the mirror on my bedroom door.....'I'm going to look stunning,' I was thinking, and then remembered I forgot my camisole and shoes so I went back downstairs to get them. 

I curled my long blonde hair making lots of curls for the Major. I would be wearing my hair down this evening. 

Next I dressed; modeling for myself in front of the mirror and then hugging myself I was so elated. 

I carefully applied my makeup; the Major wanted a sultry look for me this evening; especially for my blue eyes. 

I was looking in the bathroom mirror putting the final touches to my makeup when Matthew arrived letting himself in and walking upstairs. He stood in the bathroom with his hands behind his back at parade rest watching me. 

Matthew was wearing a white shirt without a tie; gray slacks with a black belt. His dark grey Harris Tweed sports coat and black loafers and he looked so handsome. I couldn't wait for my hug and kiss. 

Satisfied, I turned to face him, "How do I look, Sir?" I asked as the Major studied me with his green eyes. 

"You look beautiful baby-face. The weather forecast predicts unseasonably chilly later this evening and therefore," Matthew handed me a small package wrapped white tissue paper that was behind his back, "open it please and try it on."

Inside was the softest and most luxurious white button front cashmere sweater. I handed it back to the Major, turning to face the mirror for him to help me into it. 

It was a perfect fit, the soft off white color a nice contrast to the red of my gorgeous dress, but then, the Major has an eye for the little fine details on how his women must dress. 

I again turned to him, putting my arms around Matthew's neck to kiss his lips long and deep....oh...those inevitable tingles! "Thank you, Matthew, I love my dress and the sweater is absolutely luxurious and soft."

Matthew put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him gently to kiss me back...even more tingles from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. 

"So are you baby-face; I adore seeing you smile. Particularly after......" he paused and I knew what he was going to say. 

"Let's not spoil the evening. I have dinner and dancing planned for us. After midnight you'll receive your permanent reminder of your submission to me. There is something else missing, baby-face."

"And what is that, Sir," I asked as I rubbed his bristly head. 

I never get tired of doing that. Matthew's hair is so short I can't possibly mess it up. I wondered at first how my Master would look with his black hair long and full. I came to the conclusion just as handsome. 

"Your pearl necklace will be perfect to complete the look; did you forget?"

My head was so high up in the clouds, I did forget. I took it out of my small jewelry box and handed it to Matthew to then lift my hair off my neck for him to put it on me. 

"There," Matthew said, closing the clasp while I looked at us in the mirror, "You look stunning, Miss Charlotte; shall we go?"

My jewelry box is nothing fancy; just a small rectangular box made of dark polished wood that my Dad made for me when I was a little girl of five for my little porcelain pony; Matthew knows this story. I never told Donald and am glad I didn't.

I kept this small figurine in the box wrapped my in Dad's handkerchief until I was old enough for jewelry on my birthdays and Christmas.

I had him only a day when I dropped him and one of his legs broke off. 

I was so upset and I couldn't stop crying as I hugged my poor broken pony and ran to my Daddy in his workshop in the garage.

Dad was a master cabinet and clock maker, repairing, cleaning or building clocks and watches for a living. He was always available to talk too, while Mom at 70 is still working as a part time CPA with a small office at the back of her house. 

Daddy hugged and kissed me, comforting me as he dried my tears. He then glued the pony's leg on almost as good as new, cutting a corner from his white handkerchief with his pen knife and wrapping it like a bandage so I couldn't see the break. 

"Now Chastity," my Daddy said to me, "You're a big girl now and need to be careful with your little pony. I was saving this for Christmas." He reached up to the top shelf behind his workbench and brought down a brown paper bag. 

"I've been thinking, honey, your pony really needs a barn to recuperate and this jewelry box will make a dandy barn for her"

"Buster, his name is Buster, Daddy because I busted him," I insisted. 

"Buster is a fine name, Miss Charlotte," my Dad said to me bowing with a flourish as he handed me the small polished dark stained wood box. 

Gone with the wind was my father's favorite movie of all time. When I was a little girl Dad and I sat on the couch together drinking hot chocolate with little marshmallows while we watched it. We watched it together every Labor Day for as long as I can remember until the day my dad died. 

Miss Charlotte was Dad's pet name for me and something that annoyed my mother to no end when she heard him call me that. 

Mom would always interrupt, "Our daughter's name is Chastity, John we agreed on that!" Dad would smile and wink at me and Mom would throw up her hands. Mom was the one with a temper. I never heard my Dad raise his voice and my parents never fought in front of me. 

Chastity was my Grandmother name, my Mom's mother, and you know, I always called my mother Mom, but it was always Daddy with my soft spoken father. 

He was a very gentle and kind man. My Dad was also a man not too mess with when it came to Mom or me. 

Donald and I had a very achromous argument about how we would spend the holidays when we were first married. 

My new husband grabbed me and shoved me against the refrigerator scaring me terribly. Up until then I was never hit or struck in my entire life. I ran across the street to the neighbors to use their telephone because we couldn't afford one.

My parents drove right over to our apartment and I sat in the kitchen with Mom. Donald didn't want to talk and went into the bathroom.

My Dad followed him right in blocking the door to keep Donald from leaving. To this day, I don't know what Daddy said to Donald. 

I told Matthew this story and his only comment was, "Sometimes it is the soft spoken and quiet ones who are the most dangerous when it comes to their wives and daughters." 

However after that talk, no matter how angry he was, Donald never laid hands on me again...........

Our dinner reservation was in a three star Thai Restaurant that had a ceiling to floor salt water fish tank by our table. 

Our reserved table was the only table in the restaurant with an aquatic floral center piece; fresh white water lilies floating in green porcelain bowl. This just one of the example of the special surprises Matthew enjoys doing for me. 

We started by sharing a bowl of coconut soup made with coconut milk, scallion, cilantro, lime juice, straw mushrooms and tofu. 

Next to my delight we shared steamed shrimp stuffed dumplings topped with fried garlic and chopped cilantro drizzled with a soy-ginger sauce. 

We feasted on fresh spring rolls stuffed with baked tofu, basil, carrots, cucumbers and angel hair noodles served with a ground peanut hoisin sauce. 

Our shared entree to savor was a spicy ocean pot made with shrimp, crab, mussels, squid, scallops, lemon grass, straw mushrooms, bell peppers, onion and basil in a ginger curry sauce.

Our most scrumptious side dish to go with the entree was pan fried flat rice noodles with green chili, onions, basil and peanuts.

We ended our exotic Thai repast with green tea ice cream which we shared sitting close with me in charge of the spoon. 

Ironically, Donald's idea of fine dining is going out for a hamburgers and French fries with his brothers in a sports bar with big screen televisions on every wall. 

His favorite meal is pork and beans with little cocktail wieners over mashed potatoes. He then drowns everything in oceans of catsup. Donald describes vegetables other than onion rings as rabbit food. 

I don't have a problem with that. I made this for him several times before his stint in the County Jail. Each time Donald wolfed it down like a man on death row having his last meal. 

It's a shame that he won't explore new and different tastes as I do with Matthew, and the Major was right. It did get chilly when we left the restaurant so I wore my luxuriously soft and warm sweater. 

The Band "Emerald Shoes" were featured at the Palace. They are an all men's band in their sparkling green tuxedos with matching sparkling green shoes in the flamboyant 1950's style.

They perform Rock & Roll music from the fifties, sixties and seventies. As part of the show they go right to the audience at their tables to titillate the women and coax them to the dance floor to dance.

There were two couples assigned to our table. One married and the other dating. We did socialize with them briefly between dances and when the band was on a break. 

The younger couple pretty much kept to themselves after the introductions and went off on their own. This was fine because they were drinkers. I drank club soda with a twist of lime, and Matthew his usual tonic water with a lime twist. 

The older gentleman at our table, Charlie James, was a Farm Equipment Dealer and he and Matthew talked about tractors and lawn mowers until the band returned. 

His wife Betty was a quiet little woman and they don't dance at all; they came for the live music

I was aware the tractor Matthew used to cut the grass on his property needed to be replaced soon. They struck up a deal on the spot exchanging business cards. 

The rest of the evening we danced and we danced; especially the slow dances where the Major held me close.

It was eleven thirty when we left for my appointment with Janet, arriving with her waiting for us in the front door lobby. 

They installed a new security system from the last time I was there that required an encrypted swipe card followed by a password on recessed glass covered computer keypad. 

The Security Officer escorted us to a private elevator in the rear of the building and left us for Janet to swipe her card and punch in the code. 

I was a bit nervous and very excited; it was finally going to happen. I was keenly aware of my Master standing next to me and attuned to his slightest gesture, thought or command. 

As the elevator door closed, Matthew pointed to the floor. 

I assumed the position, kneeling with my back straight and wrists crossed behind my back, palms out. 

My Master grabbed my curly long blonde hair, tugged lightly and let go, "Down, pretty slut," he commanded.

I leaned forward, my long hair falling on the carpet, palms on the floor with my forehead on my hands.

The elevator door opened and Matthew and Janet got out, Janet tapping the keypad to lock the door open. I must remain down until my Master releases me. 

"I'll return for you when I'm ready pretty slut. I must attend to my guests." 

'His guests,' I was thinking, 'what does he mean?"

I waited no more than fifteen minutes, although it seemed like the longest wait in my life as I strained to hear the voices talking and laughing, recognizing Mary's, Janet's and Dr. Andrew's plus a man's I couldn't identify. 

"Chastity," he said walking up to me. I stood up with my wrists still crossed behind me as my Master twisted my hair around his hand like leash and led me into Janet's office. 

Dr. Andrews was there of course with Mary kneeling naked next to his chair. Mary's long silver hair was fixed in a slave braid. Her captive bead ring is gold and there were three small solid gold penises hanging from it to stimulate her clitoris when she moved.

Dr. Pulaski Janet was kneeling naked on the floor by a tall muscular young man wearing black jeans, a black tee shirt and heavy black boots. He was sitting casually on Janet's desk with his black motorcycle jacket and black full face shield helmet beside him. 

He was drinking milk from a quart carton of all things? My instincts told despite the laid back and casual demeanor, this man was delightfully dangerous, like Matthew. 

These thoughts sent pleasurable chills up my spine.....'He must be Aaron Bronson' was my thought, and I now realized what Janet meant when she said, "The clash of the Titans", although I'm still sure my Master would win. 

Janet's black hair in the simple blunt cut chin length bob was still not long enough to braid yet. Her captive bead ring was also gold with strings of gold balls hanging from it. It was the black clad man that held my interest for the moment. 

I would estimate this sexy and potentially dangerous man's age to be in his early twenties. He had a thick shock of unruly blonde hair and blue eyes; displaying the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled at me during our introduction. 

Matthew's hand was still wrapped in my hair when he said, "Chastity knows everyone here except for Aaron so I'll skip the introductions for everyone else. 

Chastity, this is Aaron Bronson, my friend and fellow Enforcer in maintaining Order as our few mandates dictates. The Community is not for men who are faint of heart."

"I'm pleased to meet you darling," Aaron said smiling charmingly, "the Major has told me much about you, Chastity. I'm looking forward to see you naked tonight at his feet for you are a beautiful woman. 

My mentor and friend, the Major, has extended me the privilege to be present when you receive your ring," he got off the desk to walk over to me. 

"As you are my Mentor's woman I extend my full protection to you beyond the bounds of the Community." 

I could see John, Dr. Andrews nodding with approval with Aaron's deference to the Major and his promise to protect me; the collective protection of honorable men; Matthew let go of my hair waiting. 

John stood up and walked to us with Mary following him carrying a small pewter tray. On it was a piece of dark bread, a small shallow bowl of salt, a pewter chalice of red wine and a bone handled dagger with a Damascus blade. 

As is or custom," John said solemnly, taking the small bowl of salt, offering it first to Matthew and then Aaron. They took a pinch between their thumb and forefinger and put it in their mouths, looking into each other's eyes with solemn and serious look on their faces.....I was spell bound. 

They both reached for the coarse brown bread, taking an end to break it in two. They put the bread in their mouths and chewed; Aaron's blue eyes meeting Matthew's green.

John offered the chalice to Matthew who took a sip; his eyes never leaving Aaron's. He handed the chalice to Aaron who took a sip and then put the chalice the tray. 

Both men extended their right arm palms up and John took the dagger cutting their palms deep enough to draw blood. 

They clasped hands squeezing hard; their blood co-mingling before they hugged. It was a different than the hug between Matthew and Magnus. Mary and Janet were quietly crying. 

They didn't slap each other on the back. They hugged with genuine love and respect. It was a rough sort of love and respect between two Titans among men; they separated and turned to face me. 

"Strip for us, Chastity", Matthew said quietly, "reach into yourself and let your natural submissive feminine sexuality embrace you." 

I was going to make Matthew proud of me. This would be my first submissive erotic audition with men my Master loved and respected.....trusted. 

I realize that Matthew and Mary have been preparing me for this moment...my moment 

Mary always assuring me I only needed to reach into myself and throw aside all inhibition and conventional thinking. 

My clothes were soon in a puddle on the floor with my pearls on top as I turned slowly; my naked body on full display before assuming the position on my knees at my Master's side.

"She is magnificent is she not, Aaron," Matthew proclaimed proudly, touching my face gently, "Chastity is my masterpiece! It is time she be collared." 

My dear Mentor and adopted big sister, Mary again came forward, this time with a blue satin pillow with my collar. 

Matthew had this made especially for me. It is jewelry quality and I will wear it to remind me that I'm his woman. 

It is a 4 mm rope necklace made from polished titanium. It is very strong and weighs practically nothing. 

Mary told me many demeaning Masters will use a common dog's collar from a pet shop with a machine engraved brass placard attached proclaiming their ownership. 

That is so banal and trite; especially for the wealthy ones...they have the unimaginative souls of plebeians while pretending to be kings. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 05



A brief note to my readers regarding Chapter 5; 

I have been receiving numerous e-mails from my readers these past months requesting that I expand upon Mary's background and early years with Matthew and I thank them for their interest. 

I have also received a few e-mails requesting to know a bit more about Matthew's and Chastity's early years before I move on to Chastity's introduction at the gathering of the Community in Chapter 7. 

I hope to satisfy these readers' curiosity about Mary, Matthew and Chastity's in this Chapter and more in Chapter 6 where I will attempt to bind their past experiences in perspective to their current relationship. Yes, Chapter 5 is admittedly long for many. 

Chapter 7 will describe Chastity's weekend on display with her Master and the following Chapters will be mostly about them. 

For those readers who e-mailed me to go right to the Community Gathering, I request your patience. 

Sincerely,

beagle 

*

December 2013 

It was bitterly cold on this February 3rd morning. It was much too cold for butterflies....or so I thought as I walked outside bundled up warm and toasty in my soft and luxurious knee length cashmere coat that was lined with red silk, including the voluminous hood; my birthday gift from Matthew. 

I was also wearing a red cashmere hat, scarf and mittens. They were a nice splash of color to the creamy white of my coat. These were not the only gifts from him....the most precious gift of that birthday can't be seen when I'm wearing it. 

Matthew was waiting outside in the Land Rover with the engine running. He went outside first to scrape the ice from the windows and brush off the snow and get it warm for me. 

It was a typical Western New York winter day with high winds and lake effect blowing and drifting snow. 

Matthew had returned from a weekend drill the night before. I spent Saturday at the spa and fitness center with Mary, exercising and getting pampered with massages and facials from top to bottom, including a pedicure. I spent Sunday sketching and painting or just lounging around and listening to music. 

I have plenty of time to look my best for Matthew; frumpy and disheveled is not tolerated and may result in a spanking with my wood ruler. 

There is little mundane housework for me to do. I no longer have to clean an entire house by myself or do yard work; Matthew does most of the yard work for exercise. 

I no longer have to come home from work and clean house while my ex-husband doesn't lift a finger to help; not even when he was laid off or in between jobs. 

Matthew has a cleaning service come three times a week while we are at work. We share the basic picking up after ourselves. 

Although we prepare our meals and cook together, I do the dishes alone. There is just the two of us most of the time unless we have people over for a gourmet repast. 

I was given instructions to be in bed waiting for him when he returned on Sunday night. My hair was fixed in a three strand side braid and tied with a green ribbon. 

Matthew came home very late, the bad weather and road conditions holding him up and he was exhausted. We didn't make love that night. I fell asleep waiting and he was considerate and didn't wake me. 

I'm certain he kissed my cheek and sighed contentedly after he covered me with my quilt. Matthew does this often when I'm sleeping or he thinks I'm sleeping and I think it's adorable. 

He had a hot shower upon returning home and poured himself a brandy before coming to bed.....kissing my cheek tenderly before falling asleep.....he loves me. 

Matthew woke me up earlier than usual the next morning serving me breakfast in bed. Black tea with a drizzle of honey exactly the way I like it; a soft boiled egg, an oatmeal bran muffin and a banana; he makes the perfect soft boiled egg. 

He was already shaved and dressed before I ate my breakfast which meant he ate his already. Breakfast in bed is something he enjoys doing for me from time to time. 

It is something I do for him every Sunday morning. I serve him steak, eggs and home fries with his strong black coffee. 

We arrived at work well before everyone else to get ready for the mandatory morning 15 minute meeting with his staff to make sure everyone is at work on time and up to speed. 

After the mandatory meeting, I brought Matthew his steaming hot black coffee as usual. He took a sip before he informed me...he was smiling as he took his second sip of coffee studying my reaction to the good news. 

Matthew casually mentioned I will be attending my first gathering in the 1000 Islands on the Communities' private club built for this purpose in 1929. 

In the dead of winter on this cold morning I experienced butterflies in my stomach at the thought of being put naked on display in front of strangers. 

Although poker-faced, Matthew's green eyes told he was amused at my reaction for he reads me so well; as I know him so well....his intense green eyes tell me he loves me and his actions speak louder than words. 

My Master pointed to the floor next to his chair and I knelt next to him with my wrists crossed behind me as he sipped his hot coffee until his mug was empty. 

"You'll do fine, Chastity" Matthew assured me, putting his mug down and smiling "I've made arrangements to have select pieces of your artwork on display in the billiard room while you will be on display at my side. 

The Community is not all about drunken debauchery or kinky anything goes orgies. Yes, many members will participate in them in private. You will not for I will not share you with anyone. 

You will be collared of course. You will be naked for a time. You will dress appropriately and tastefully for the formal Saturday night dinner regardless how the other women are displayed." 

Masters have much latitude in their submissive women's appearance. Unfortunately a few Masters are not refined or tasteful in this regard. 

There will be music and dancing in the red ballroom. Most of them will be slow dances or Waltzes at my reserved request. We definitely will attend this delightful endeavor. Janet will be playing in a string quartet with other submissive women."

Matthew touched my face "Close and lock the door please."

I immediately complied not wanting to be spanked with my ruler. Not that Matthew does that often, only to correct or to get me to focus. 

I again knelt at his feet as before when he asked "Did you pleasure yourself while I was away? I gave you permission." 

"Yes, Master, on Saturday morning; I missed you."

"Describe it to me, pretty slut" Matthew ordered quietly as he started to remove the hairpins from my braided chignon. 

"Yes, Master; I awoke in the morning pleasantly aroused and hugging a pillow....thinking of you and your hard cock inside of me. 

I noticed the bottom sheet was wet from the nectar of my arousal and my nipples were hard and sensitive where they pressed up against it. 

My glorious pussy is now forever sensuously hairless and smooth to expose the flower of my sex to your lips and tongue."

"Well said and I approve, please continue." 

"I love my pussy this way Master, and especially when I stand in front of the full length mirror to admire my pussy jewelry." 

I will pause to say that at this point my thick and silky honey blonde hair was completely down and loose for my Master's fingers to explore. 

In another two years of careful trims my hair will be waist length. Mary and I help each other to keep our hair in top condition including our weekly hot oil conditioning routine. 

We use a coconut oil, tea tree oil, thyme oil and Rosemary oil mixture. This is Mary's secret recipe and the results are fabulous. 

My long honey blonde hair is my Master's mandate and my submission. The most wonderful thing is I submit to him of my own free will. 

Mary warned me Matthew may cut our hair as brutally or ridiculously short or change the color if we disobey him. 

This subject came up on Saturday when we were discussing the written and unwritten mandates of the Community. 

Mary told me Matthew did this once to a particularly difficult woman that he was training for another man. 

Mary said Matthew was quite physical with this woman at first using his belt when she was foolish enough to try and fight him....she gave him a black eye. 

After a trip to the salon, Anne's long strawberry blonde hair was reduced to a little girl's mushroom cap haircut. Anne Abernathy is a corporate attorney. 

Mary told me Anne kept that haircut for almost a year; it was deliberately inappropriate for her professional image until her Master allowed her to grow it long again. 

Long hair is the norm for most women of the Community. According to Mary, a disobedient woman's long hair is sometimes publically cut short. A submissive woman's well cared for long hair affords her a certain status and admiration among most Masters in the Community. 

If the mentioned submissive women are particularly disobedient; their heads may be completely shaved bald at a gathering to shame and humiliate them as an example to the others. 

They will submit to their punishment or they must leave the Community contingent upon being found guilty at their hearing, while the Enforcers see to it that the hearing is fair. 

Mary says that the hearings are fair because abusive or lying dominants-Masters will be forced to leave if found guilty. It is a system that works. 

Approximately 10 years ago Mary admitted to misbehaving badly, omitting what she did, conceding she deserved her punishment. 

Matthew spared her the public humiliation. Regardless, everyone knew she was punished for some mandate or serious infraction at the next gathering. 

Mary's slave braid touched the bottom of her ass cheeks when she was spanked in Matthew's office behind his locked office door. 

Mary was then sent to an exclusive upscale salon with a sealed note with specific instructions. Also in the envelope were two one-hundred dollar bills. 

When asked why she was there, Mary was told to say "I'm a disobedient girl and must learn to do what I'm told."

The male stylist seated Mary sore bottom and all in a cubicle without a mirror. After the shampoo, Mary's hair was cut into a blunt shoulder length pageboy. 

The stylist finished the style by giving Mary large fat sausage curls that touched the bottom of her ears which he pulled back into two curly pigtails tied with bright pink ribbons; she showed me the photos. 

Mary learned how to make those perfect curls and wore her hair in curly pigtails for six months including at work while the other women had their hair properly pinned up. 

The haircut and style was to remind Mary not to overstep her bounds or forget her place. 

After she returned from the salon, Mary was kneeling naked and handcuffed for the rest of the day in Matthew's office bathroom until everyone went home for the day. She was then given another spanking before Matthew sent her home. 

"Were you wearing your dangling beads on your captive bead ring to stimulate your clitoris, Chastity?"

"Yes Sir; I'm wearing them now and I wore them last weekend as you instructed."

"Excellent, please continue describing how you pleasure yourself." 

"I closed my eyes thinking of you and snuggled comfortably down into my pillows. I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck, down in-between my breasts, past my stomach to my crouch. 

I was breathing deeply, totally relaxed, thinking how you kiss me with such loving passion; our tongues intertwined, fluttering and probing. 

I imagined your hard pulsating cock pressed up against me, or pulsating in my mouth when you pimped in your rich and delicious creamy seed for me to swallow.

I was caressing my breasts with my other hand, pretending it was yours. You can make me orgasm merely by caressing my full round breasts. 

I rubbed my bare and smooth vagina with the palm of my hand, arousing myself until I was practically dripping in my arousal, until I was ready to use my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my vagina and then towards my clit throwing my head back in ecstasy. 

My breathing was so heavy now and I was moaning softly every now and again. I then made my way to the opening of my vagina; my middle finger entering, a second and a third. 

My legs were spread wide as I ravished my vagina and clitoris with my both hands, rubbing my smooth hairless mound as my orgasm washed over me in sweet release too lay back to enjoy the after-glow." 

"Please bring me another cup of coffee, Chastity. 

You will strip for me as if there is an audience critiquing your performance and they soon will. Afterward I'm going to put you on my desk and have my way with you. You will then pleasure me with your mouth and tongue..........." 

Chastity's clothes flowed off of her body as if they were liquid to puddle at her feet. Her naked form is a delight to my eyes; as is her smile now that she is free of that weak and insipid fool. 

Chastity is my lover and my companion. My pretty baby face is a very competent personal secretary and a key asset to my business by charming our clients; including being in charge of company morale and good will with the little events and parties she organizes; my staff to a person adores her. 

Chastity makes me complete with or without the Community for in my heart of hearts....I love her as I've never loved a woman before....Chastity is the most precious thing in the world to me...."

"I want you to lie on the desk, my pretty slut....that's right on your back to expose your sex to me....good now lift you head."

Matthew pulled my long blonde hair from underneath my head and fanned it out like a glowing blonde halo on and over the edge of the desktop. 

"You have beautiful hair pretty slut and have learned how to use it well to entice and stimulate. The hint of your intoxicating perfume in your hair is my delight. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them."

I heard his desk drawer open and close. I then felt the cool soothing oily lubricant as he rubbed it lavishly between my labia with his fingers. 

"This is from Janet" he exclaimed "it is almond oil infused with rare herbs to stimulate a woman's vagina and enhance her orgasm" and he leaned over and kissed my lips long and deep before he removed the beads from my captive bead ring, commenting "I do like that perfume on you." 

My body tingling with pleasure he slowly and methodically worked two fingers into my soft fleshy inside. Matthew pushed his fingers in and out several times, and then he pushed up hard on my pubic mound making me gasp. 

He continued to massage and work on my clitoris until my body started to secrete its own natural wetness to mingle with the cool and stimulating soothing oil. 

My Master brought his other hand to my flat stomach, rubbing and lingering, eliciting a soft moan and a smile as he kissed my belly button most familiarly. 

Matthew's hand roamed up my flat belly to the bottom of my breasts. He softly caressed them while playing with my clitoris. 

His fingertips rubbing very lightly over my nipples forcing them to become erect and hard; my breathing became deeper as he massaged and caressed my entire chest. 

I could feel my clitoris swelling at his masterful touch and I could feel sharp little tingles turn to pleasurable pulsating throbs. 

My Master pressed lightly as he slid his hand in between my breasts and down my sternum to my stomach until fingers arrived at the crease of my left leg. 

He pressed his thumb firmly into my pubic bone before he parted my pussy lips and started to encircle my wet clit. I flexed my thighs, raising my hips as my orgasm started to rise 

"Come for me Chastity... give in and let your body have what it desires. You've traveled so far in discovering who you really are. I know you can do it" Matthew whispered softly.

"Let me see and feel your naughty pleasure; moan for me my horny slut" He rubbed my clit faster and harder. 

My head was turning from side to the side. I couldn't take any more of this stimulation. 

I trembled unable to control myself against his now harshly thrusting fingers as my hips thrashed from side to side. 

My pussy was contracting in spasms of pleasure around his fingers as the loud moans of my orgasm escaped my lips, not caring who heard them or who might walk in on us.....I am such a slut.

"Again Chastity, come again; you want to, I know you have it in you. Surrender yourself to me. Your body is so beautiful in this state of arousal. 

Do it and come harder this time" My Master voice was soft and commanding "You must learn to orgasm on demand."

Matthew leaned forward and kissed my lips thrusting his tongue into my mouth, kissing me long and deep our tongues intertwining and caressing. 

I felt my Master's mouth on my nipples sucking and biting them lightly as he continued assaulting my swollen clitoris with his fingers.

"Come... you horny slut... you know you want to come." 

My pussy was dripping and the desk covered with my sex juices and oil as my engorged clitoris throbbed against my Master's thumb; as he rubbed harder up and down, teasing my nipples with his lips, mouth and tongue...biting them lightly. 

I was moaning and gasping... I was giving in to him totally as my insatiable pussy hungrily devoured his fingers. My clit felt like it was ready to explode like a sun going nova. I was breathing so hard, my mouth was starting to get dry.

"Oh... oh my god, Master; I'm such a slut!" 

My second orgasm was more intense as it burned through me and his fingers were forced out of me violently as I bucked and twisted and squirmed. 

Matthew forced them back in at my orgasms' zenith making me clutch the edge of the desk while I screamed uncontrollably with sated unbridled satisfied lust before finally going limp, breathing heavily and feeling somewhat lightheaded. 

I was thinking about my birthday two days before and the quiet and intimate candlelight dinner at home; just Matthew and I. Mary hosted a little party for me at the office. 

Matthew served me the identical meal the first time I ate with him. The day we swam with the swans. I'll never forget that day and neither did he; including the menu. 

As before, we started with a vegetable platter. There was a nice cheese platter. We had his outstanding six bean salad marinated in an olive oil, balsamic vinegar, garlic, and lemon juice containing various spices. 

Matthew served me freshly baked multigrain bread. We had ice cold milk, and of course the pitcher of ice water we have with all our meals. 

Dessert was an ice cold fruit salad with just about every kind of fruit in it including strawberries. 

The unique and expected final finish to this thoughtfully planned repast from the past were two small pieces of dark chocolate centered on a bed of fresh mint leaves bordered by fresh strawberries dipped in rich dark chocolate.

We shared our chocolate confections cuddled together on the couch listening to soft music and the very faint sound of the howling wind outside. 

Matthew put the dark chocolate pieces or the dark chocolate covered strawberry in my mouth to bite lightly and hold in my teeth.

We bit it together and kissed sharing the taste on our tongues and lips with marvelous strawberry-chocolate kisses. 

At around Midnight, I assumed we would be making love when Matthew took my hand and brought me upstairs to our bedroom. 

"Wait here, Chastity, there is something I need to do. You may put on your red lace nightgown and panties. Please fix your hair in a ponytail and apply your makeup. I want a sexy and sultry look this evening and red lipstick. Be sure to put the tangling beads on your captive bead ring. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 05



I was applying my lipstick when Matthew came upstairs fully dressed from the outside, his Navy Pea coat and watch cap damp from the melting snow. 

He was carrying my creamy white cashmere coat, my red cashmere scarf, hat, mittens and my knee high sheepskin lined black leather boots. 

"Put these on over your nightgown, my pretty slut," Matthew quietly commanded as he put them on our bed "Starting this second you will not speak until we return home. I'll be waiting by the back door." 

I knew better than to question why. He enjoys doing spontaneous things and so do I. I let my imagination run wild as to where he was taking me. Regardless, Matthew's tone of voice demanded no less than complete obedience. 

Once I was safely buckled in, I closed my eyes and Matthew tied my red silk scarf over them. Seconds after we were off to our mystery destination; this was so exciting. I could hardly sit still. The roads were snow covered and slippery but passable. 

When we arrived, Matthew helped me out holding onto my arm as we walked through the snow until we came to a glass door. I heard it swoosh twice, opening and closing as we walked through. We stopped and I heard the click of a key in a lock to secure the glass door. 

"Is everything in place, Cheryl?" My Master asked.

"Yes; being the District Manager has its advantages. I've closed the steel security blinds on the overhead glass door leading into the concourse for our privacy. I met with the night supervisor for Mall Security in his office and he is aware we're here. I'll stop back in his office before I leave." 

"You will charge everything I requested for her birthday to my credit card." 

"Yes of course, as you directed."

"Thank you, Cheryl."

"You're welcome....Oh Matt; this is just like old times."

'She's called him Matt! I was thinking, indignant at her audacity 'Only Mary is allowed to call him that; who does she think she is? 

"My thoughts exactly, Cheryl, please lead the way." 

'We must be in the mall' I was thinking 'but which store?'

We started walking again turning left, then right and left with my Master holding my arm gently to guide me.

"I've made some careful selections for you out of the hundreds we carry. I hope you don't mind." 

"Of course I don't mind, you're the only one of my library girls who has remained true to our vows and kept your word to me," and as he said it we stopped and my Master let go of my arm, removing my blindfold; I was thinking 'What does he mean by library girls?' 

"You may open your eyes, Chastity" said my Master "and remove your winter garments."

We were in the section of Macy's where they sell women's perfumes. The lights were turned off and the glass counters were decorated with dozens and dozens of lit candles in glass containers bathing us in soft flickering candlelight light. 

Cheryl is about five-six and around one-hundred thirty pounds. She has a nice figure, although she was not what many would call a pretty woman; Cheryl's makeup did bring out her brown eyes. 

Cheryl's long and thick auburn hair was pinned up in a bun with a red ribbon wrapped around it.

She was wearing a modest dark green dress with a white lace collar and ¾ sleeves. Cheryl was wearing taupe stockings and had black pumps on her feet. 

The only jewelry she was wearing were small sterling silver ball post earrings and a sterling silver chain with a small sterling disk that had her initials engraved on it. 

"May I undress for you, Sir?" she asked. 

"You may library girl" My Master said as he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side....I kissed his cheek, standing proudly beside my love to watch Cheryl undress. 

It lacked a certain finesse, the way Mary and I do it, although she did it better than some. Cheryl's movements were a bit to practiced and deliberate; they didn't flow like water. 

Cheryl didn't reach into herself and let things happen as I've been taught. Matthew contends a woman has it or she doesn't no matter how much time goes into her training. 

When Cheryl was naked except for her chain, pendant and her earrings, I noticed her pussy was freshly shaved or perhaps waxed; Mary has her pussy waxed weekly at the spa. 

I also noticed there were no tattoos or piercings anywhere on her body. 

"Please turn slowly for us. So far I like what I see."

As Cheryl turned, I noticed that she has faded white scars crisscrossing her back and buttocks as if someone beat her with a belt or an electrical cord at one time in her life. 

"You may stop and hold," Matthew said softly and I could feel him tense. I looked at his face and saw a brief flash of anger in his green eyes...it passed and he smiled at me, kissing my cheek. 

"Take your hair completely down and shake your head, Cheryl" and she did, her long auburn hair flowing in waves nicely down her neck shoulders almost to the bottom of her ass cheeks...the flickering candle light picked up the red in Cheryl's long hair. She did that well. Cheryl has beautiful hair and it is cut straight across the bottom like mine is. 

"Beautifully done, my dear, continue turning and then stop facing us. Keep your hair behind your back so that your breasts are always exposed to my eyes. 

You have changed little from the time you were sixteen in high school when I left for college."

'Bingo!' I thought figuring it out 'Matthew attended high school with her long before he met me.' 

"I'm looking forward to meeting your fiancé'. Heaven help the man if he every lays his hands on you in anger or doesn't treat you well."

"I love him, Matt. Please don't even think of hurting him. I've finally met my soul mate. Bobby is very kind and considerate. After this evening I'm for Bobby's eyes only." 

"I assumed as much. After tonight it will be look but don't touch or taste. What about your hair, library girl?" 

"I'll not cut it without your permission, Sir. This will be our last time together. Nevertheless, I'll always be your library girl."

"Fine, then I'll ask you one more question and you will answer truthfully. You wrote that Bobby saved himself for marriage until he found the right girl. Is he really a virgin and is he aware you are not?"

"Yes, Sir, he really is a virgin and I can make him blush. He knows I'm not and he doesn't care. He isn't aware that I gave you my virginity. Do you remember how shy I was and how you could make me blush with just a look?" 

"I remember? You deserve a kind and gentle man to love and cherish you. I'm very happy for you, Cheryl."

"Thank you Sir. I know he bought me an engagement ring. I'm expecting Bobby will pop the question this weekend at his sister's for Sunday dinner. I'm happy that you've found Chastity; is she allowed to talk? She hasn't said a word since you arrived."

I touched my throat and shook my head for no.

"Sir would often do this with us library girls, Chastity; he would communicate to us with his eyes or a gesture. 

Matt's eyes tell me he loves you" I felt Matthew's arm squeeze me just a bit tighter for a second as she said it. 

"Let me show you what I have removed from the cases so he may select your signature scent."

There were twenty bottles of the world's finest perfume on the counter with perfume testing strips to hold the scent. The bottles were covered with gold foil wrapping paper to hide the name. 

One at a time, Cheryl carefully sprayed the perfume from the anonymous bottles onto the strips for my Master to smell. Matthew nodded his head for yes or shook his head for no. 

The rejected perfume bottles were set to one side until there were three left as a possible choice; the rejected perfumes were put back in the glass case and the used paper strips discarded. 

My thoughtful Master then closed his eyes and asked Cheryl to hand him the three perfume infused paper strips one at a time until there were two remaining. Matthew didn't know which bottle they came from. Cheryl had covered them with my red silk scarf. 

"Strip and kneel, Chastity" Matthew said and of course I did showing Cheryl the proper way to undress before kneeling with my wrists crossed behind my back.

"Well done, now hold your arms out palms up." 

Matthew rubbed the two remaining moistened strips, the first to my right wrist pulse points dropping the paper to the floor, and then the left wrist in the same spot. 

"You may stand, baby face" and Matthew took my hands helping me to my feet, kissing one hand and then the other hand; letting them linger by his face to take in the different scents.

"I've made my selection, Cheryl. This perfume is perfect for her... In a word, the complex blend is elegant as well as pleasingly erotic. Chastity please put your hands behind your back."

I stood there with my wrists crossed waiting to see the uncovered label as Cheryl handed him the bottle.

Matthew sprayed a bit on his index finger and traced his finger from the base of my throat, down between my breasts and down my tummy to my pussy.

He sprayed his index finger again and dabbed it behind my ears and the sides of my neck. He leaned in close and whispered, "I detect the muskiness of your woman's scent blended with wild rose and lilac; sandalwood, vanilla, plus apricot blossoms and this ambrosia delight shall be your signature scent, the scent of my woman" 

Matthew kissed my lips and said aloud, "Take your ponytail out and shake your head, my pretty slut" and I did, smoothing it down my back so my breast were exposed.

"It is always a pleasure to match the perfect perfume with the right woman, my gentle Chastity. This fine perfume blends with your natural sweet musky scent to make you more irresistibly intoxicating to me if that is all possible. 

Happy birthday" Matthew said showing me the uncovered bottle,"Tresor by Lacome". He placed it on the counter and gently crushed me to him and kissed my lips long and deep before whispering in my ear, "the perfect woman for me" he then pointed to the floor for me to kneel at his feet. 

I knelt crossing my wrists behind me as Matthew said "Cheryl, my library girl, we'll be looking forward for our wedding invitation."

"Yes Sir of course; you'll both be invited to my wedding and Mary as well. It need not be stated that I expect you to give the bride away." 

"I'd be honored. Since this is our last time together in the venue of carnal delights you will pleasure me with your mouth and tongue. Turn around and cross your wrists" Matthew commanded.

My Master removed the plain blued handcuffs from the pocket of his coat folded on the counter and snapped them securely in place on Cheryl's wrists before turning her to face him. He put his hand at the base of her throat telling her she must remain silent, like me. 

Cheryl knelt and Matthew gathered her long thick auburn hair in his hands, pulling back into a ponytail and then twisting it up in a bun and holding it in place. 

My Master felt Cheryl's bun as he does with mine and Mary's to gauge it thickness and size in his hands; squeezing it and sighing as he let it go for it to untwist and flow down her back and waist. 

He raised his hand palm up for me to stand while he undressed; handing me his clothes for me to fold neatly on the empty glass counter top next to mine. 

It still amazes me how trim and fit my Master is. His lean ropey muscles were on display as he folded his arms across his chest to look down on her, the flickering candlelight dancing like a campfire might in the wilderness to illuminate his hard and lean masculine body. 

My unyielding imperious Master appeared in my imagination as an imposing naked barbarian getting ready to ravish a captured woman from another tribe. 

Matthew will have his way and sate his lust before ransoming her off. Cheryl will be well fucked and satisfied before she was sent back to her naive husband and he would be none the wiser. 

I smelled Cheryl's musky scent of arousal; I am attuned to such things now; as Matthew has always been. 

I was unquestionably aware of the sweet musky odor of my own rising arousal blended with the complex scent of Tresor that Matthew critiqued so nicely for me. 

Cheryl bent forward as far as she could, her long hair falling over her face and onto the floor as she kissed and licked Matthew's feet. I was impressed that she was able to return to a kneeling position without straining and keeping her balance. 

Matthew nodded at me and knowing what I must do, I knelt down behind her and gathered Cheryl's thick and silky long hair in my hands, smoothing it over her back to keep it away from her face when she licked and sucked on Matthew's cock. 

Perhaps Matthew would let me brush it for her later and restyle it. I was enjoying how nice it felt in my fingers. 

Cheryl first met with the Mall Security supervisor in his office earlier with her hair up in a bun. Would he notice the braided pigtails when she stopped in to tell him her business was concluded and she was leaving? What might be going through the man's mind when he saw her?

Cheryl leaned forward and licked the tip of Matthew's hard cock with her tongue, looking up into his eyes and smiling. 

She continued licking the tip fluttering her tongue around the circumference, followed by licking up and down to the base of his cock and then up again to the tip before she started licking and sucking while I played with her hair.

Matthew made a circular motion over his chest with his hand and I was thinking 'Thank you, Master' as I got closer and pushed my breasts against Cheryl's back.

I reached around to caress her breasts and nipples with my right hand while holding her hair in my left, making Cheryl gasp and then moan with pleasure as I stroked her hard nipples; her head bobbing up and down on Matthew cock as she licked and sucked with aroused enthusiasm. 

Matthew motioned to me with his hand to tell me something and I got up to kiss his lips while Cheryl kept licking and sucking, his hands now buried in her thick hair. Matthew always encourages me to use my imagination and he practices what he preaches. 

He whispered in my ear and I left smiling to do his bidding thinking 'There another item to add to your Macy's credit-card my clever Master. You really are going have the bride before the husband; symbolically, as well as in the flesh. The icing on the wedding cake is you giving her away.'

There was a sales display promoting spring wedding gifts and a bridal registry that we passed by the north entrance on the way to the perfume counter although I obviously couldn't see it at the time. 

I removed the white lace wedding dress from the mannequin and brought it back. It just might fit Cheryl and it was lovely; an off the shoulder taffeta gown with beaded waist 

I returned to find Cheryl on her knees with my red silk scarf over her eyes as a blindfold licking my Master's balls.

Matthew said, "You may stand library girl. I'm going to remove the handcuffs. We are then going for a little walk. Chastity is going to dress you when we reach our destination. It will be like the days of our youth although ratcheted up a notch."

I pulled my Master's ear and touched the base of my throat asking permission to talk, knowing he would approve and he nodded yes.

I whispered my suggestion in his ear and Matthew smiled nodding his approval. 

We then brought Cheryl upstairs on the elevator to the second floor where Matthew removed the handcuffs "I'm going to remove your blindfold and you will keep your eyes closed tight until I tell you to open them. 

I'm still your Sir until tomorrow at Midnight when you are released from your vows. Don't force me to discipline you. 

Matthew made Cheryl sit on a king size bed that was on display in bedroom furniture while I brushed her hair, parted it in the middle and braided the soon to be bride's beautiful long auburn hair into twin pigtails. 

I tied the ends with the red ribbon from her bun after Matthew snapped it in half for me. Even though Cheryl's pigtails were braided extra tight they were as thick as mine would be. 

With her eyes closed tight, I dressed Cheryl, kissing her lips before I put the lace veil on her. The white wedding dress was a smidge tight despite Cheryl's lack of undergarments; however that didn't matter for what my Master had in mind for her....and perhaps me. 

"Do you remember when you confided in me about making a woman orgasm, library girl? Performing oral on a woman?' and Cheryl nodded her head in acknowledgement. 

"Have you experienced this yet?" and Cheryl shook her head for no and I was thinking 'This is so sexy and unique. Matthew's throwing a private Bachelor without the groom and with the bride as the entertainment....I swear I'm living in an erotic novel.'

"You may taste Chastity. I allow her this pleasure on occasion; with permission of course. I'm going to fuck your cunt while you're doing it. As you said, after tonight you'll be Bobby's alone."

I sat up against the headboard of the King Size poster bed snuggling comfortably into the pile of pillows while Cheryl got on her hands and knees in front of me.

Cheryl's tongue was soon fluttering about moist and pink; a warm pleasant surprise granted to both of us by our Master.

Matthew was stroking and probing her pussy with his fingers, slapping her ass as she licked and sucked on my pussy; Cheryl was moaning with pleasure. She became more and more aroused from the finger fucking and pussy licking, her tongue became braver as her orgasm began to crest. 

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm ignited to flame, Cheryl's tongue slashed and darted, feign and pummeled my clitoris while I wrapped my hands around her braided pigtails to hold her head in place. 

Cheryl's tongue and lips were the fuel and oxygen stoking the inferno of burning hot flames of euphoric rapture as my orgasm consumed me. 

I was squirming on the bed, the feast for her mouth, tongue and lips while Matthew slowly and methodically fucked her cunt, making her moan with pleasure and waiting for my orgasm to overtake me before he sought to satisfy him or her. 

He then became more forceful as he reached forward and gabbed her long pigtails from me, holding them as he forcefully fucked her dripping and swollen cunt increasing the force of his trusts and the speed.

Cheryl was moaning and squealing as he fucked her, his hard cock pounding her pussy as he slapped her ass and pulled her hair.

Matthew's orgasm was an onslaught of testosterone laden energy as his hard member assaulted her cunt, followed by torrential waves of his thick rich semen flooding her cunt while she still bucked and moaned her orgasm mere seconds later. 

Lost in her orgasmic overload, Cheryl forgot that she didn't have permission to speak and was now practically screaming out loud "Fuck me harder, pull my hair, oh god; pull my hair fuck me harder!" until Cheryl's multiple orgasms ceased and she went limp. 

She lay on her stomach with her head between my legs, and realizing how verbal she was in front of me, raised her head and looked at me, her face red with embarrassment. 

I smiled at her touching her face to reassure her with my eyes that it is fine with me; god knows I don't hold anything back anymore when I let my orgasms take over. 

"Thank you ladies for a wonderful evening, except for one important little detail, Cheryl. You spoke without permission. 

I shall spare you a spanking. You will however wear your beautiful hair in braided pigtails until the end of the month whenever you leave your house, including when Bobby pops the question.

This concludes our ménage trios for the evening, ladies, please get dressed........... 

Matthew was quiet on the way home, lost in his own thoughts. The snowplows had scrapped the snow from the roads and spread sand and salt so we made good time. I was wide awake with all kinds of questions going through my mind. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 05



After we made slow and gentle love I asked "Matthew, doesn't Cheryl have a father to give her away?"

"Cheryl's stepfather is permanently out of the picture; metaphorically you might say he's still tied up. The bastard won't be attending at all, although Cheryl's mother and family will." 

"Will Cheryl wear her hair in pigtails for the rest of the month for talking without permission?"

"She will; I released her of the over sexual vows; the rest stays in place. You can look forward to socialize with Cheryl and her new husband in the future. 

Cheryl will continue to wear her hair as I tell her and her husband will be none the wiser. Neither of us wants to completely sever the submissive dominant connection. 

The man's interests and attention remain elsewhere, although I have no doubt he loves her. Bobby is much more passive and disconnected from the things that are important to us."

"You're saying that when we go to dinner with them as a couple or with other couples, Cheryl will be wearing her hair and dressing to please you?"

"Essentially yes; it will be nothing overt or obvious. It will be a harmless thing though. I won't touch her after she marries and Cheryl will keep her wedding vows." 

"Why did Cheryl ask you not to hurt Bobby?"

"The man doesn't have a mean or hurtful bone in his body. He's a pharmacist like his was father is well and liked by his customers. 

Bobby took over the family business. He's a deacon and organist in his church. He reads Cheryl poetry and writes her poems. Bobby plays the piano and has two cats." 

"He sounds exciting" I teased "Maybe I'm interested in him; you don't play the piano."

Matthew gave my ass a playful swat, saying "Still waters run deep, Chastity. Despite his gentle nature, Bobby is more than capable of protecting her; like your father did for you when you were first married. Why in the world would I want to hurt him?'

"It sounds like you hired a private investigator to check the man out."

"Perhaps, baby" he said kissing my cheek and rolling over "it's late, get some sleep."

"One more question. What exactly do you mean by library girl?"

"Not another word. We'll' talk about it in the morning. Give me a kiss and go to sleep......" 

I was awakened from my nice little flashback and daydream with "That was magnificent, Chastity; you are simply magnificent! You may open your eyes or leave them closed until you are composed and ready to sit up."

"Yes and I'm a tiny bit jealous" Mary said walking in smiling and she locked the door behind her "although mostly I'm proud and humbled because my student has surpassed her teacher." 

I sat up as Matthew walked over to help Mary off with her coat, asking "Would you like to join us, my dear? We'll finish this morning's carnal activities as a threesome. 

It will be a cock sucking contest between you beautiful ladies and I'll be the judge. First and second place shall win dinner and dancing with me later this evening. 

You may leave early this afternoon to prepare. I'm sending the entire staff home with pay so the contractors will be undisturbed to install the fiber optic cable for our new computers. I will stay to oversee the installation. 

You will wear your identical little black dresses this evening and I want to see your hair down with lots of luscious curls."

It should be noted that Mary is no different than me in that she is mandated to have her hair pinned up or in a simple braid whenever she leaves her house. She may wear it down with permission or when she is out with Matthew. 

"How soon after the contest will you announce the first place winner of who sucks the best cock?" Mary asked, putting her arms around his neck and kissing his lips long and deep. 

"Never; a wise man knows when to remain silent to keep harmony among his concubines" Matthew replied kiddingly giving Mary's tight little bottom a playful slap "You may have the first taste, sweet Mary." 

I got up from the desk and knelt beside Matthew while Mary stripped for us as she taught me. She didn't take her hair down knowing Matthew likes to do that. 

Regardless, Community slave etiquette provides that a woman must wait for the command unless told otherwise. 

Slave etiquette also dictates that a naked woman's long hair if it is long enough, must not cover her breasts for more than a few seconds when it is down and loose. 

The naked submissive must remain vigilant to keep her long tresses over her shoulders and down her back so that her breasts are on display. 

Mary got knelt next me and hugged me; she kissed my lips lightly and then hugged me again. Matthew turned to her for Mary to pull his zipper down and then pull out his big hard cock. 

The fact that he wasn't wearing his boxer shorts indicated Matthew intended to enjoy a morning blowjob and it was planned. 

Matthew is highly organized and thorough in everything thing he does; he has fresh changes of clothing available in his office closet at all times; check, recheck and plan for every plausible contingency is our company motto and business goal. 

Mary kissed his hard cock first before licking the tip and looking up into his green eyes while he took the hairpins out of her figure eight bun. He left it in a thick and silky silver grey ponytail for the moment. 

Our Master stroked her beautiful thick ponytail as Mary licked his cock; around the circumference of the tip; the entire shaft from top to bottom and back again. 

Matthew put his hand on the top of my head as my cue to switch. I shifted closer and continued where Mary left off licking as she licked while looking up into Matthew's green eyes. 

Mary confided that she delights in this type of threesome; two women and a man. When we kissed I smelled the musky sweet wetness of her sex, mingled in perfect harmony with her perfume as we were kneeling close together at our Master's feet....sucking in tandem on his big hard throbbing cock. 

Mary's signature perfume is Chanel Number Five, the scent that Matthew prefers on Mary above all others. He chose it for her when he first brought her under his thumb the summer he painted her house because Mary was wearing it to entice him.

Mary often spent the night with Matthew until I came into the picture, although not once after my divorce when I moved in with him. I know that Mary misses that, even though she never complains. 

It stands to reason Mary also misses the intimacy of sleeping next to him or waking in the middle of the night to make love with the little gentle orgasms that follow. I'm sure Mary misses the simple pleasure of breakfast with him on Saturday or Sunday mornings. 

How nice and cozy it could be if we all slept together in the same bed on occasion or took turns sleeping with our Master.....Mary deserves more time with him after all she has done for me.....for all the good advice and gentle mentoring. 

I'll always prefer men and the man I love. What is sex without love? I love Mary like a sister....I know she loves me. Our bond and our strength is our love for Matthew. 

I started licking and sucking my Master's cock getting aroused while thinking how nice it will be to make love as a threesome. 

I'm sure Matthew will grant us the permission to make love to each other occasionally in his presence. It goes without saying Matthew will have one or both of us afterward. He may even allow us a night or nights together when he is away at Reserve training or on one of his fishing trips. 

I'll not be selfish. Our Master can be ours and not just mine, even though Mary as much gave him to me. 

Therefore, as I tasted the first bit of Matthew's pre-cum, I turned him over to Mary after kissing her mouth and sticking my tongue in it to offer her a taste. 

Mary returned my kisses as our Master nodded, smiling with approval as he played with our long hair. Matthew tugged upward on our long thick tresses and we stood knowing what he wanted. 

He kissed our lips long and deep, first me and then Mary as we stood on either side of him, our hands caressing his head neck and face as we kissed him, grinding our naked bodies into him like I have read in so many erotic novels. 

Mary went down on her knees sucking and licking his hard porn star cock while I kissed his lips as before, long and deep, our tongues exploring and fluttering until he pushed gently on my shoulders to join her. 

Matthew's right hand reached down and grabbed Mary's thick silver-grey ponytail wrapping it around his hand as she licked and sucked sloppily, her head bobbing on his thick hard shaft.

"Hold it in your mouth" he warned as he closed his eyes, moaning softly as his orgasm overcame him, pumping his rich creamy seed into Mary's mouth.

"Open your mouth I want to see it" our Master said looking down at us. Mary opened her mouth and stuck out her semen covered tongue.

"Share and share alike, ladies" Matthew suggested "Give Chastity a taste, my sweet Mary, and then my pretty slut will take care of your needs. Your affection for each other says well of both of you. I'm very touched and pleased" he praised taking Mary's hair out of the ponytail.

We leaned forward and kissed, Mary pushed her tongue into my mouth giving me a taste and swallowing the rest 

"Very nice" our Master, nodded offering us each a hand for us to stand and helping us to our feet "please continue."

Matthew brought us over to the small leather couch in the corner and sat down letting go of my hand. He pulled Mary down onto his lap so that she was half sitting and half reclining with her legs spread for me to pleasure her.

I've never gone down on a woman before, although Lucinda went down on me after Matthew put her in her proper place.

I was determined to please Mary as Cheryl pleased me.....

I lay back in my Master's strong arms closing my eyes to invite the incursion of Chastity's tongue as she teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent nectar of my womanhood. 

At first Chastity's tongue was fluttering about, pink, wet and warm, fanning my secret desire to finally have her. This has been my secret wish and now my desire was granted at my Master's command. I disobeyed him once when he had a submissive in his charge assuming I might taste her and she me. 

Chastity knows the outcome of my disobedience but not the reason for it. Matt spanked me hard with my ruler not holding back. He explained as he spanked me that he would have given me permission if I had asked him. 

He was very angry for me breaking his trust; far angrier then when Chastity forgot to mail the Johnson contract, costing us a great deal of money. 

Chastity's was an honest, unintentional mistake while mine was a deliberate act of defiance with understood consequences....and now.... 

My hands were in Chastity's long thick honey blonde hair as I reached back to feel the contrast of Matt's high and tight Marine haircut. I watched these past years as Chastity's hair grew out from the short wedge haircut she wore when I first hired her to the magnificent tresses she has now. 

Chastity was plump then; plump and a bit dowdy. She wanted so very hard to please. I was impressed with her gentle manners and her open and honest innocent baby face. 

I actually took her to be a young woman just out of her teens although her resume' told otherwise. 

Despite her plumpness, I sensed a repressed sexuality waiting to blossom. Chastity also impressed me as a well meaning bundle of energy and was graceful and light on her feet. 

As much as I love Matt, I realize soon, within the next four to six years, I will be much too old for him; when I'm in my seventies. 

I've haven't discussed it with him yet. When the time comes I plan to retire from the Agency and resign from the Community. 

I also want to travel while I'm still able and see Asia and Europe and have a few more lovers if I chose. 

I instinctively knew in my heart of hearts during her interview Chastity had the potential to be the perfect woman for him; the perfect wife should he settle down and marry. 

Most men and women know when it is time to resign their membership to allow an infusion of new blood in to keep the Community healthy and vibrant. 

Over time Chastity and I have become very close; closer than I have ever been with another woman. Chastity is like the sister I always wanted and I love her like a sister......her beauty and sexuality is breathtaking. 

I gathered Chastity's long hair to pull it forward to cover my chest as Matt does with mine, enjoying this marvelous erotic sensation of long hair other than my own 

Matt does this with me when we lay in bed and I suck on his cock. I fully understand why. His hands were busy caressing my breasts and stomach with my hair and Chastity's while she licked and sucked and nibbled on my pussy......her moist pink tongue was driving me wild. 

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm ignited to flame, Chastity's tongue slashed and darted, feign and pummeled my clitoris. 

It was a purposeful and probing, fueling the inferno of burning hot flames of euphoric rapture as my orgasm consumed me. 

I was squirming and moaning; the feast for her mouth, tongue and lips while Matt held me in his strong arms. 

And then her tongue was gentle and calm, pink and moist; soothing as Chastity continued licking, cleaning my hairless pussy with her tongue; as Matt taught me to lick his cock and balls clean with my tongue and mouth in my guidance office following his Friday blowjob after school...he made me grow my hair long for him to do it properly. 

From the time I was a small child my mother kept my dark brown hair and hers cut in a very short pixie style made famous by Mia Farrow, mom's favorite actress of all time. 

Mom was a school nurse and this style is easy to maintain as well as being practical and sensible. I'm an only child...again in my mother's prospective; and she loves me dearly, one child is practical and efficient for her lifestyle; particularly after my Dad was killed in a motor vehicle accident when I was five. 

My mother was also very active and insisted on healthy diet and plenty of exercise. Mom led by example and got me involved in aerobic and callisthenic classes at an early age and those good habits serve me well today. 

Like my mother, my hair started turning silver grey in my late twenties and like mom I dyed it at home to save money. 

I was 39 and single when Matt came into my life. That was also the year I paid off the mortgage on my modest ranch house. Matt had just been accepted to the Marine ROTC to get the military to pay for his college after he graduated high school. 

Matt's father traveled extensively for work and they were out of the country until Matthew turned seven when his father was promoted to a permanent position in the States. Matt was home schooled by his mother until then.

I was contemplating having the inside and outside of my house painted over the summer. I had three estimates from painting contractors and I thought they were too high. I also wasn't pleased that all the painters couldn't get to me until the late fall. 

I wanted the work done during summer break and in passing I mentioned this to a few of my colleagues lounge. 

Matt heard about it and approached me in the teacher's parking lot after school; all six foot four inches of him, towering over my five foot six inches. 

Matt was sweaty from his hockey game and his long wavy black hair was messy and damp; I noticed blood stains on his hockey jersey. 

"May I have a moment of your time please, Ms. Jones?" he asked politely, "My name is Matthew Wright. It's come to my attention you want your house painted." 

"Yes I do young man" I replied looking into his bold green eyes, "Do you have any experience painting and who brought it to your attention?"

Coach Anders and yes I have experience. I've already been to your house and calculated the exact outside square footage...."

Matt then proceeded to give me the square feet of my house down to the inch and how many hours he estimated it would take him to scrape caulk, prime and paint it."

I was only half listening; there was just something about Matt; handsome yes, but it was more than that. He radiated testosterone with calm and controlled manliness years older than his actual age of eighteen....or perhaps it was my imagination or wishful thinking. If he was five years older I would definitely be interested. 

Even as Matt was explaining he knew I was only half listening to him and why; he was picking up my body language and smiling, his eyes saying, "You can't handle me, lady." He was undressing me with his bold green eyes. 

"I have all the necessary equipment; ladders, scrapers and brushes. You can provide the paint primer and such or I'll purchase them for you and add them to my estimate. May I stop by later this evening and we can talk about it?" 

"You may. How about around six this evening...."

I had second thoughts about hiring Matt so I telephoned Dave Anders when I got home. Dave is a Math teacher and Matt's hockey coach. Dave's wife Sue and I are good friends. Sue does catering out of their home. 

"I assure you Mary, he's absolutely reliable. Matthew painted my house last fall. Don't let his reputation on the ice put you off."

"What reputation, Dave?" and he started laughing.

"There's a saying among us coach's and it's a good thing. Did you hear about Mad Dog Wright? He attended the fights and a hockey game broke out. 

In a nutshell, Matthew is a terror on the ice if the opposing team decides to get overly rough with him or his teammates. He is known for his pugnacious style of hockey." 

"So, you're saying Matt's into contact sports" 

"You might say that and although football or soccer doesn't interest him, Matthew is also a gymnast. It's a sport that he practices alone to compete as an individual rather than as a team effort. He says it helps him focus."

"I get the picture; Matthew is not the typical jock."

"Matthew is not typical anything and the young ladies seem to like him. He's polite, respectful and quite reserved; Matthew is far more mature than his chronological age. If you keep your appointment with him you'll see what I mean."

"What about his family, Dave?"

Matthew comes from a good family. I know for a fact he adores his younger sister. 

I wasn't acquainted with Matthew when Laura was attacked and mauled by a large dog. Laura was five years old at the time and her face and arms were badly bitten. She is very lucky to be alive." 

"Laura is Matthew Wright's sister!" I exclaimed "I should have caught the connection right away. I remember reading about it when I came back from vacation at the 1000 Islands. The Newspapers reported Matthew was thirteen and saved his sister's life by killing the dog with his Boy Scout axe."

"Correct, and that took guts. You know how I feel about my daughters and how protective of them I am."

"Yes, I do, just as I know you've always wanted a son." 

"I've accepted God's will Mary and I love my daughters; I'd kill for them. You've met Anne Sinclair, my neighbor from across the street. Anne was Laura's intensive care nurse while the child was in the hospital. It was very traumatic for Laura. 

As Laura recovered from her injuries in the hospital, the child became more and more withdrawn and unresponsive. 

The resident child psychologist couldn't reach her. It was Matthew who brought Laura out of it. He was with her every day doing his school work in the evening. 

Anne told me Matthew did everything he could think to get his little sister to talk or smile. He brought his sister's dolls to her hospital room and talked in silly voices. He read Laura's favorite books to her and sang to her. 

He drew her pictures on the walls and made up stories about them. He rode a unicycle in an out of the room juggling her stuffed animals. Matthew made sock puppets with his socks and pretended they bit his nose and hers. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 05



Mad Dog tried everything....including standing on his head and it worked. Laura attends all his hockey games. Matthew attends all her music recitals. They are each other's biggest fans."

"I take it Matthew's parents can't afford to send him to college? Is that why he works summers, painting?" 

"Matthew's parents can well afford to send him to college. His uncle Ross left Matt with a great deal of money in a trust fund after he died. Matthew is determined to do things his way. He doesn't want to beholden to anyone."

"Beholden; now that's a word you don't hear everyday" I commented, smiling. 

"It's a great word" Dave agreed "it's a word we don't use much these days."

"How are Matthew's Math grades and how can he graduate next year when he's only a sophomore now?" 

"He get's straight A's and finishes his Math homework during class. Geometry, algebra and trig are just mental exercises for him. He didn't start public school until he was seven; Matthew was home schooled until then. 

I've seen to it that Matthew will be bumped up to senior next year because of his grades and his age; he can ace any test the Regents board can give him. 

We can agree the young man is anything but typical; he's focused on whatever task he puts his mind to and does it well, including painting. Matthew is enrolled Marine ROTC to pay for his college."

I'll assume Matthew is a straight A student right down the line? I've taken into account his money held in a trust fund. Why join the Marines when he can apply for scholarships and grants."

Matthew's sense of duty and love of country runs deep; is there anything else you'd like to know about him, Mary?" 

"No, you've been a great help. I'll talk with Matthew this evening before I make my decision....." 

Matt was punctual and arrived on time. He was dressed neatly in dark dress slacks with a white shirt and tie. His thick curly black hair was combed neatly back and his face was freshly shaved....he looked good enough to eat. 

To make this part of the story short, I hired Matt. He was scheduled to begin in six weeks when school let out for the summer. 

Although polite, Matt was all business before we consummated our deal with a handshake; he would start with one room on the inside then we would see.

After that, Matt was charming and funny as we sat in my kitchen and talked over orange juice. I had to remind myself he was only eighteen because we talked about everything but school and I became lost in his intense green eyes. 

I'd never done anything like this before, but I covertly kept close tabs on him to see what students or faculty members he associated with. Dave Ander's was the only faculty member that Matt spent any real time with after school.

I attended Matt's last four hockey games; many teachers attend sporting events in support of the students. During the second game it was obvious how he got the nickname Mad Dog Wright; apparently the two big burly players who tried to shut him down thought Matt a pushover. 

They slammed Matt against the boards several times getting in their cheap shots, doing time in the penalty box. While there they taunted him. Matt smiled at their taunts flavored with profanity, waiting for Dave to give him the go ahead. 

They didn't get anymore ice time after their third time due to their injuries for which Matt did his turn in the penalty box. When he returned to the ice the game settled down and became more reasonable. 

His sister Laura was always there, with or without her parents and sometimes Laura was allowed to sit with the team on the bench to cheer them on. I made it a point to talk with her and Matt after the games; hiding in plain sight so to speak. 

There were three familiar girls in particular from our school who attended Matt's games that needed watching; Kimberley Susan and Cheryl. Their last names are not important. 

Kimberley was the oldest at seventeen; a strikingly beautiful strawberry blonde with blue eyes and the trim willowy figure of a runway model. Kimberly was the tallest of the three at six-one and the most outgoing. Kimberly graduated the same year as Matt. 

Susan had light brown hair and hazel eyes. Susan was pretty; not strikingly beautiful like Kimberley. At five-eight Susan's figure was nice for a young lady of sixteen. Susan also graduated with Matt.

This brings us to shy brown eyed Cheryl who was charitably plain and a bit on the plump side at five-six. Cheryl's best feature was her very long waist length auburn hair. Cheryl was fifteen and would graduate a year after Matt. 

Matt sat with them in the library during their free periods. They studied and did their homework; or should I say the girls studied him while Matt helped them with their homework. 

They were not loud or rambunctious as many students are in their free study periods. Matt didn't overtly flirt with them or bring undue attention. He was focused at the task of hand and they were focused on him. 

They walked together between classes and ate their lunch together. They kissed his cheek before they left to go to different classes. For his part Matt was a gentleman. 

From my observations Matt favored shy and plain Cheryl the most. Cheryl always sat next to Matt and received the most attention and encouragement from him. 

I was aware that Cheryl's home life wasn't the best, and that she didn't get along well with her stepfather. 

I made it a point to talk to Kimberly and Susan's parents at the bi-yearly school open house; they are nice people. 

I did the same with Cheryl's mother and stepfather. I wasn't impressed with Cheryl's mother. The stepfather on the other hand was blunt, obnoxious and opinionated. He acted like he didn't want to be there and kept looking at his expensive watch. 

From the way that he talked, I received the impression he didn't think much of women in general. I wouldn't be surprised if he were abusive to his wife and stepdaughter. 

To be charitable, let's just say he rubbed me the wrong way. 

I wasn't sorry when I found out what happened to the man when he met with a ridiculous accident; or shall I say Cheryl's stepfather experienced a highly unusual and embarrassing; painful and humiliating incident while he was hunting. 

That was the year that Cheryl graduated high school and Matt was away at college. I only saw Matt on weekends or between semesters. 

I barely recognized him when he came home for the first time late Friday night in his dress uniform ram rod straight and imposing with all his beautiful thick curly hair gone. 

Matthew had the traditional Marine high and tight military haircut when he walked through my front door, closing and locking it behind him. 

I spent the day getting ready for this evening. My makeup was perfect and my hair was freshly washed and curled for his fingers to play with. I carefully applied my makeup and put my perfume on for him. I wasn't allowed to wear perfume unless I was with him.

I was naked when I greeted him at the door; naked except for a half-inch cable titanium choker secured with a hidden recessed lock that needed a key to remove it. It actually was a very pretty piece of jewelry and served as my slave collar. 

Engraved on the back near the lock plate is Mary, Matthew's woman. It was sent to me the week before by registered mail with instructions to wear it when I greeted him at the door. 

Matt pulled me tight to him and kissed my lips long and deep. My God how my Master kissed me that night; with such testosterone laden passion; my heart was pounding in my chest and I thought I might swoon. 

At forty years of age I was left flustered and breathless as Matt pointed to the floor for me to get on my knees and suck on his porn star cock. 

I was desperate to please him. He made it no secret he was fucking other women on occasion when he was away; I was willing to share him for our weekends alone. 

Matt's hands were buried in my hair as I licked and sucked sloppily; looking into his intense and demanding green eyes. 

I swallowed every drop of his creamy cum when his orgasm burned through him. 

Dear god, the multiple intense orgasms I had when he fucked me rough and hard several times that night, filling me with his seed. He made me breakfast in the morning; coffee, toast, bacon and the best soft boiled egg to ever pass my lips. 

We went out for dinner and dancing that evening and he treated me like a lady. He is very gentle and considerate; a gentleman, however, that's Matt when I'm not kneeling at his feet. Matt definitely has a romantic and gentle side and we talk as lovers will do. He respects my opinion and asks for advice on occasion. It isn't all about sex with us. 

My hair was just touching my shoulders when he first returned home. I was growing it out for him. I hated the fact that it was two-tone; brown on the bottom and a beautiful silver grey above and I didn't have a say in that. 

The following Saturday morning Matt took me to the salon to have the brown cut out. I was wearing a bright yellow sleeveless summer dress. He took my panties away from me before we walked in.

I wasn't allowed to talk. I was only allowed smile and nod in agreement as he gave my pretty young stylist her instructions. 

I left the salon with a blunt silver grey bob barely touching the bottom of my ears, panty-less and horny. 

But getting back to Cheryl's stepfather; after receiving an anonymous telephone call, the local Game Warden, Jack Taylor; Jack found Cheryl's stepfather naked, gagged and hogtied hanging upside by his feet from an Elm tree on posted property and that is not the half of it. Jack is my first cousin on my mother's side of the family. 

Cheryl's stepfather's back and buttocks were covered in raised red welts with the skin lacerated and bleeding in places. 

Jack cut him down and turned the case over to the Sheriff's Department. From there the stepfather was taken by ambulance to the trauma center where he received medical treatment. He refused to speak or cooperate with the authorities and there was little they could do. 

Not only were his clothes and boots missing so was his shotgun. There were no visible tracks in and out from where he was hogtied not even his own. 

It is Jack's opinion the beating was a warning of worse to come. Cheryl's stepfather is a known gambler and a drinker. 

He is a braggart who liked to play the big shot and tell offensive off color jokes. I experienced for myself what an obnoxious opinioned braggart the man was; although not so much anymore. 

It was Jack's opinion that he owed a great deal of money to someone who was connected to the mob and this was his warning, pay-up or there will be worse to come......I'm not so sure it is the mob. 

Cheryl lost weight during the summer Matt painted my house, despite her turbulent home life, she continued to lose weight throughout the early part of the following school year until she had a very nice figure. 

I have always been interested in erotica and adult literature and had an extensive library of what was available at the time. It was a secret pleasure that I kept to myself. 

Because of this I noticed and looked for signs or clues in the on how they acted and behaved around Matt, such as how the girls dressed and wore their hair....they were very passive around him and deferred to him with everything.....I had my suspicions. 

All three girls had long or very long hair-Cheryl being the longest, with the other two girl's hair falling to the middle of their back. None of them had bangs or layers in their hair; it was blunt cut straight across the bottom. 

I noticed these young ladies hair were styled the same, even something as simple as their part; in the center or off to the side. 

Their hair might be styled in several braid variations; pigtails, braided pigtail, ponytails or buns on any given day. 

On occasion they changed their hairstyle over the course of the school day from loose and free to up in a bun or chignon, or pinned up to down or any variation in between. 

In addition, no matter what the hairstyle was chosen for them they always had a red ribbon tied to or woven into their hair.

I noticed little innocent things like that, or perhaps not so innocent to the trained eye; it was fascinating. This prompted me to really start looking; Matt had them wearing the minimum of makeup. 

The only jewelry I observed, or if you prefer allowed were simple sterling silver earrings; a small ball on a post. They always wore the identical sterling silver chain. 

On the chain was a small plain round disk pendant also of sterling silver. The girl's initials were engraved on the front. What I didn't know and still don't is what was engraved on the back, for Matt's eyes only. 

If one of these young ladies wore a dress they all wore dresses, although the style or color varied so as not too obvious; the same for blue jeans and a blouse. 

I didn't observe them change clothes during the course of the school day; modest dresses or long skirts and a blouse were the norm. They wore nothing suggestive, flashy, trashy or tawdry. 

This stoked my imagination because I wondered if Matt allowed them to wear panties, or took them away if they displeased him.... or just took them away on a whim....who would guess such a thing since they dressed so modestly. 

I would have given a days' pay to know if their pussies were shaved or their bushes shaped and trimmed. 

On the surface to most students or faculty members they were just good friends.... or at the most, Matt's groupies....it was under the surface that interested me. 

I'm convinced Matt had sexual relations with all three; separately or together, all through their last two years of high school before he moved on to college; to then have sex with college girls or any woman who struck his fancy. 

As I said, I have always been interested in erotica and adult literature and a theory about Matt that I might make reality if I played my chess right; a game in which I excelled thanks to my mother. 

Chess is a game in which the serious player learns to plan ahead several moves. It is where the true chess aficionados learn to think outside of the box.

I had plans for young Mr. Wright and that would occur while he was painting the inside of my house. I was more than up to the challenge.....I wanted to see if he could handle me.... 

We decided to do our hair at Mary's little white house and get ready for our evening of dinner and dancing. 

Matthew told us he was going home to shower and shave. He would then pick us up around six; although it didn't quite happen that way.

Mary answered the knock at her front door assuming Matthew forgot his key to let himself in. 

There was a Chauffer attired in the traditional dark blue livery standing at the door to escort us to a true classic of a bygone era; a fully restored 1948 Chrysler Crown Imperial Limousine. 

It never fails to amaze us how Matthew dreams up these surprises for us or how he manages to pull them off. 

This classic car can best be described as elegant and stately as opposed to the stretch limos so prolific today; party cars that are ostentatious and flashy, built to seat twelve or more. 

We were escorted to the limo to find Matthew waiting for us in the back seat with a bottle of Champagne well chilled and three tulip glasses.

We drove to an exclusive and expensive five star Bistro. It is a very upscale and exclusive establishment with a renowned if somewhat eccentric Chef. Reservations are highly recommended and we didn't have one. It is closed Sunday and Monday. 

The wait for those with reservations was an hour or more and those without, maybe we can get you in before we close. But as I said, the food is ambrosia and nectar. 

We didn't wait in line; the Chef met us personally at the back kitchen door and we were greeted warmly before he took us to our white tablecloth covered table with a crystal vase full of red carnations as the centerpiece for our sumptuous repast. 

Our renowned Chef, Nicholas La Belle is a genius in the kitchen. When Matthew and Mary met him by happenstance some years back, they didn't know Nicholas is a Chef or that he is gay. 

For as conservative as Matthew is in most things, Matthew cares little what people do in their private lives or in their bedrooms; he feels it's none of his business. 

All Matthew saw was a small unarmed man fighting with two larger men, hardly a fair fight. One of the men had an aluminum baseball bat. The smaller man seemed to holding his own despite the odds. 

Mary told me the story. She and Matthew were returning to the parking garage from a movie when they heard shouting and cursing from the back of the Bistro. 

This was followed by the sounds of glass bottles being throw forcefully against something hard like the side of a brick building. There was more cursing and swearing. 

Matthew told her to wait with her cell phone ready to call 911 while he went to check it out. She didn't though; she followed him with the telephone ready to call the police just in case. 

There was broken glass all over the ground from the bottles and man with the baseball bat was so focused on the fight, and encouraging his brother "to kick some ass" he didn't notice Matthew walk up behind him until it was too late. 

Matthew took the bat away from him and drove the tip of the bat into the man's solar plexus before putting him in a choke hold with it against his throat. 

Matthew then shouted "Now it's a fair fight." 

Seeing his brother incapacitated changed everything. The remaining aggressor put his hands up and said, "OK pal, calm down. You don't understand we're just teaching this...." 

Matthew interrupted "I don't care! All I see are two cowards picking on one man; either fight him one on one or clear out. 

What about you Sir? Do you want to fight this coward? You aren't doing badly from what I can see." 

"Absolutely, I'll pound him flat and then I'll fricassee his chicken-ass!"

"Good answer, Mr." Matthew said laughing "I'd like to see that; fight or flight, chicken man?" 

"OK Pal, we've made our point; we're leaving. Let my brother go. 

"No, you're leaving alone first" and he pulled back on the baseball bat getting the man up on his toes and choking momentarily before releasing the pressure "Do you have a cell phone."

"Why?" 

"You're going to leave your cell phone with.... "What is your name Sir?" 

"It's Nicholas La Belle. They attacked me because I'm...." 

"None of my business, however I hate cowards and I'm making that fact my business" Matthew interrupted again "You're going to leave your cell phone with Mr. La Belle. You will to drive to the Gas Station on the corner of Ellicott & Main.

I'll recognize their number when it comes up. Call your cell phone from there or we'll call the police" and he pulled back again choking his prisoner while saying to chicken-man "Get clucking, coward!" 

After the man left without his phone Matthew said, "It will take him approximately 20 minutes to get there under ideal conditions, Mr. La Belle. 

As for you coward; push your sneakers off with your feet if you want to make it home in one piece" Matthew said to the man with the bat pressed up against his throat.

Mary said by this time Nicholas had walked over to where they were standing. He picked up the sneakers and threw them well out of the way towards the broken glass; Matthew took the bat away from the man's throat, hooked his ankle and shoved him hard to the ground. 

"Here you go Mr. La belle" Matthew said handing Nicholas the baseball bat "Batter up! He's your problem now. You seem to me a capable man who can hold his own." Matthew handed Nicholas his business card and they left as unexpectedly as they arrived.......now... back to our evening on the town. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 05



After leaving the Restaurant we went dancing; taking turns to dance with our Master and he held us close; his hands were in our curls as we danced with him. 

Matthew is not a man to drink to the excess or let us imbibe in the same because alcohol dulls the senses and reflexes. Our refreshments were bottles of sparkling grape juice in buckets of ice at our table. 

Our last stop was home and Mary was invited to spend the night. Again Matthew surprised us. As we walked through the door there were two identical Parisian blue silk camisoles laid out for us on the bed with matching ribbons for our hair. 

We didn't make love that night. Matthew was in the middle of the bed and Mary and I on either side of him. It was cozy and warm and intimate because we kissed and cuddled with soft music playing in the background. 

We shared little stories about each other. Matthew is a Master who knows his women and enjoys all aspects of them including this; this is another reason why we obey him. 

In the morning at breakfast, we talked more about the Community and what I could expect. Yes we were a little tired at work the next day but goodness...what a night. 

We were in bed early Wednesday evening to be well rested and refreshed for our trip to the 1000 Islands. It is a four hour drive by car. Matthew, Mary and I were to stay at Mary's family cottage on Wellesley Island in the Lake of the Isles until Friday morning. It is seldom used during the winter months. 

Friday evening to Saturday evening was the gathering of the Community. Being an enforcer Matthew has a permanent bedroom assigned to him so he can be available if needed. 

That Wednesday night, I dreamt I was wearing Matthew's favorite short red lace nightgown with matching silk panties, the one I wore to bed the night of my dream. 

At night in bed with him, my sex must be available to my Master at all times, therefore no panties unless told otherwise. 

My long honey blonde hair was down and loose with lots of curls. I was walking barefoot in a vacant lot that was once the old City Ice Skating Rink searching for someone. It has long since been torn down. 

As I was walking in the dew kissed grass, a calm and peaceful twinkling circle of light; a star perhaps and tiny at first, a mere speck, floated down from the star speckled night sky. 

It grew larger as it got closer; the white heavenly light of peace and understanding....the pure, peaceful white light of love. 

I stopped mesmerized for when the circle of light grew large enough, a teenage boy dressed like Peter Pan on skates glided out of it waving and smiling. 

The boy skated over to me and bowed at the waist with a flourish. He took my hand and kissed it. As he did the landscape faded and reformed around us until we were back in time inside the old familiar ice rink. The overhead lights were dimmed and the spotlight was on us; we had the whole place to ourselves. 

I was thirteen years old again with my short Dorothy Hamill wedge haircut that my mother adored on me. I was wearing my blue night gown over my tights. I also had on my white figure skates with the small red pompoms tied to the laces; the pompoms a gift from a love long lost. 

We danced and spun upon the ice reliving our first time as skating partners. It was he whom I was seeking. 

As much as I wanted this moment to never end, I knew this couldn't last forever.... he will always be my Peter Pan, while I must awaken as a woman to grow old and die while he remains forever young in my memories. 

I was content to be again with this sweet boy from my past; if only in my dreams. 

Our time together in my dream was the one tick of the second hand of heaven's eternal clock. I knew it was time for him to leave when he kissed my lips tenderly; as I hoped for and imagined in the day dreams of a shy young girl of thirteen. 

Peter Pan then stepped away smiling, gliding back into the light. I was a woman once more my short red lace nightgown with my long hair free and unbound. As the boy was fading with the heavenly light, I loudly called his name, pleading with him not to leave.... waking Matthew. 

"What is it baby? Did you have a bad dream? He asked concerned, hugging me and stroking my hair, "It's just a dream." 

"It was a very nice dream" I answered snuggling closer in his strong arms "Matthew?"

"Yes Chastity?"

"Will you take me ice skating on the pond?"

"Out of the star filled night skies you ask me to take you ice skating?"

"Yes Sir" and I kissed his warm lips "Will you?" 

"I wanted your ice skates to be a surprise. When did you find them and who is Bobby?" 

"I didn't; did you buy me ice skates?"

"Yes, and who is Bobby?"

To put things in perspective, I must explain that mother and father were avid skaters in their day. Because of this I learned how to skate at the early age of four in my little white figure skates. 

By the time I was six I learned to dance on them and by thirteen I was noticing boys. I also had a steady skating partner, Bobby McGee. We entered and won several amateur dance skating competitions while in high school. 

I was thirteen and Bobby was fourteen when we came in second place in our first competition together. Bobby dressed as Peter Pan and I was his Wendy Darling.....It was Bobby who gave me the red pompoms for luck and friendship....and I was in love with him. 

Bobby was my first love; not that we made love; although I desperately wanted to be his girlfriend....not just his skating partner. 

Bobby wasn't interested in me that way. I was much too shy to tell him. Regardless, my mother didn't let me date until I was sixteen. 

Bobby's mother and my mother were close friends. I didn't know it at the time; our mother's thought we would be the perfect couple when I was allowed to date; while my Dad felt that nobody was good enough for me. 

Yes, Bobby and I talked about many things; including the older, more sophisticated girls he was interested in. I was like a sister to him. I did everything for him that a sister would do. 

Bobby looked out for me like a big brother; literally knocking some sense into the head of a boy in my math class. This boy was always trying to grope me in the hallway in the blind spot by the Art Room when I was passing between classes. 

The boy's name is Kevin Hale and the huge dent caused by his head decorated Kevin's locker until he graduated valedictorian. 

Bobby admitted to doing it and refused to apologize. Kevin apologized to me in front of our parents. He was afraid of Bobby and just wanted it over with; Kevin Hale was no match for my Bobby Magee. 

Generally easy going and reasonable in most things, Bobby remained recalcitrant on this issue choosing the two weeks suspension from school rather than apologizing. After that, Bobby could do little wrong in my Dad's eyes. 

It broke my heart when Bobby died in a skiing accident during his senior year of high school, a few days before my birthday when I turned sixteen and was allowed to date.

I vowed never to skate again. That broken-hearted vow of an innocent young girl seems so far away from the woman I am now. I'll always have a special tender place in my heart for my first love....for my Bobby McGee. 

I'm adamant Bobby came to me in a dream and silently released me from that vow so I may skate again. 

As I mentioned before, Matthew played hockey during high school and college so skating is second nature to him.

I told Matthew everything about Bobby; things I just mentioned and things that I never shared with anyone except Mary. 

Matthew quietly listened as he held me and stroked my hair. 

When I finished he was quiet for a time; I waited for him to comment on it, listening to his heart beating. As is his way, Matthew thought on it before he spoke.

"Mary mentioned to me that you skated at one time. She was deliberately vague on the specifics though and suggested you would enjoy skating with me. That is good advice because I would enjoy that. She also suggested it should be a surprise. 

I assumed from her omission there was more to it than Mary was telling; perhaps a secret or confidence was involved between the two of you. I'm aware how close you and Mary are now. You are the younger sister Mary has always wanted.

There are miles of ice in the Lake of the Isles where we are staying to skate on. I planned on surprising you there.

My style of skating is more direct and violent with sudden starts and stops; short burst of speed; it is unrefined and crude. It lacks the sophisticated grace and timing found in figure skating. 

I'm willing to learn to dance on figure skates if you will teach me."

"Oh Matthew, you will do that for me? You will learn to dance on the ice with me?" I would have settled for just skating with him. 

"Yes, of course I will; why are you so surprised? After your touching story, how can I not want to share this with you since Mary pointed me in the right direction? You are the most precious thing in the world to me, Chastity. It will be my privilege and pleasure. However, I draw the line at wearing green tights with a leaf covered tunic and crowing like a rooster."

"I don't expect you to wear green tights or enter into a figure skating competition. It's enough that we do it together." 

I laughed and rubbed his high and tight Marine cropped head and kissed his lips "Although you'd definitely look sexy in them, Master. May we go skating now?" 

"Chastity, it's almost midnight for god sake!"

"Please, pretty please?" I begged sweetly rubbing his face "Just for an hour?"

"I must have rocks in my head to agree to this" Matthew sighed sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed "Or perhaps you've sprinkled fairy dust on me while I was sleeping......"



The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 06



As told by Mary as she continues her story how she and the Major met and how he brought her under his thumb...

It's a five hour drive to our destination at the 1000 Islands. Fortunately the roads were passable and open this time of year despite it being bitterly cold. The low frigid temperatures will allow a nice surprise for Chastity when we arrived. 

Matt was driving and Chastity was sitting in the front seat beside him. I was stretched out warm and comfortable in the backseat meditating with my eyes closed to block out all outside stimulus. 

Matt has made love to many women in his life, although he has only been passionately and totally in love with one; Chastity. To be sure, Matt loves me very much in his own way; as I love him in mine; but it is a different sort of love than with Chastity. I am content knowing Chastity will be there for him when I'm gone. 

I was remembering the day Matt arrived to paint my house and what happened after when I eventually fell in love with him. 

"Let the games begin" I thought as Matt pulled into my driveway in the most ridiculous motor vehicle I've ever seen. Perhaps ridiculous isn't the right word to describe it; eclectic describes it best. 

It wasn't a flashy muscle car with the state of the art sound system that many young men his age tend to drive. 

It was an older model Chevrolet pickup truck. From the sound of the engine it was in excellent running condition and no doubt excellent in mechanical repair overall. 

It was assembled from discordant pieces of the same year and different years of that model. The box was a different color than the cab. The color of two front wheel wells didn't match as didn't the doors. There was body filler in several spots with primer sprayed over it. 

The front fender was painted white while the back bumper was chrome. I walked around it while Matt unloaded his painting equipment; as we agreed I purchased the paint. As I walked around it I noticed the tires including the spare were new and they matched. 

Matt built a raised ladder rack out of two by fours' fastened with lag bolts. The frame was inserted in the square holes of his truck box for his extension ladders lashed to the top; essentially the vehicle was pure utilitarian and unpretentious. 

What I found most interesting was the gun rack mounted inside at the rear window because there were two hockey sticks in the rack instead of rifles or shotguns. 

"Good morning Ms. Jones. I'm ready to start. Please show me the way." 

"Good morning, Matt. You don't have to be so formal now that school is out. Mary will do if that's all right with you."

"Anything you say, Mary, you're the boss."

"I didn't know you own a truck. As far as I knew you walked to school or rode with friends."

"I know it's not much to look at; it has been a two year project. You should have seen it before I started restoring it. 

I rebuilt the engine and transmission myself. As a matter of fact I just put it on the road yesterday. It serves its purpose." 

Matt was wearing snug fitting painter's pants that obviously weren't new although there was very little paint on them while the white tee shirt he was wearing really displayed his lean whipcord physique and ropey muscles. 

I was dabbing on my perfume when Matt pulled into the driveway. My makeup was carefully applied to border on sultry; something I hadn't done in a while. 

I was wearing a form fitting light green summer dress to show off my figure; I had white sandals on my feet. 

My dress was deliberately short and flirty, being well above my knees to show off my legs. 

I fell in love with everything about this dress; the wide V-neck and a plunging V back with an asymmetrical ruffle overlay at the bodice. It was very flirty and quite youthful. 

Why not dress young and sexy if there was a chance of having a young lover. I haven't worn or owned anything like this since I started my teaching profession. 

I have always looked very young for my age and I deliberately selected my clothing to be conservative and proper and acting accordingly to be taken seriously by my colleagues. 

I hadn't cut or trimmed my hair in six weeks although I kept my color touched up; Matt's library girls all have long hair so that is definitely his preference. 

I went to the Mall shortly after I hired Matt to buy this summer dress, part of my master plan for him. I also went to purchase a fresh bottle of perfume. 

The one in my vanity table is half empty and unused for years after I broke off my engagement with Brian, the lying ball-less bastard that he is; however, getting back on track, I had just walked out of Macy's with my purchases when I paused in front of an upscale wig shop. 

I have passed the place for years and never gave it a second thought or a second glance; I stopped in that day out of curiosity and I tried on several wigs; blonde, brunette and redhead. I never realized until then how well longer hair suited me.

I really looked good...not just good, I looked sexy. I decided on the spot to grow my hair out wondering if Matt would notice. Change is good and a bob haircut can be proper and professional as well as posh and sexy, maybe I might grow it longer. 

"Would you like a cup of coffee before you get started? I have banana walnut nut bread in the pantry to go with the coffee," I offered as I walked up close to him to see what he would do. 

"Thank you, Mary that is very thoughtful of you. I'd like that very much. Banana walnut bread generously spread with butter is a particular favorite of mine."

'I know it is' I was thinking, 'your sister told me quite a bit about you when we had our little chats at your hockey games. Thankfully that delightful child was none the wiser of my motives. I fully understand what Dave means about your sister Laura being your biggest fan.' 

"Shall we?" I asked, taking his arm and bringing him up to the porch. Matt opened the door for me and closed it behind him after we entered the foyer. Yes, he definitely has good manners. He didn't shy away when I took his arm. 

"We can start with my kitchen" I advised him after we sat down at the kitchen table with our coffee and walnut banana bread "I still want the rest of the inside painted in the semi-gloss eggshell. I decided to do the kitchen in a bright yellow.

I also decided since we last talked to stay with the light green theme in the main bathroom and for the bath-and-a-half." 

I deliberately sat close to Matt, touching his hand when I passed him something while letting my hand linger on his momentarily. 

"You're the boss, Mary. This banana bread is delicious by the way. It's dominated with a plethora of walnuts; exactly the way I prefer it. 

I dabble in cooking. I like things hot and spicy, if you know what I mean" and he touched my hand leaving it there "I'm always willing to try something new" and as he said it, Matt was undressing me with his bold green eyes. 

"I know exactly what you mean, Matt" I replied in turn undressing him with my eyes as I allowed his hand to linger on mine. 

"Well, then; let the games begin, Mary" Matt replied catching me slightly by surprise at his choice of words "I propose we ask each other three questions that must be answered truthfully. 

We will have one free pass not to answer without penalty. For discretion and confidentially sake, our answers must remain between us...ladies first." 

Matt's hand was still on top of mine. It was a challenge to see who would blink first so I slid closer to him, thinking...'Damn you're handsome' and I put my other hand on top of his. 

"I adore games and I agree; I notice the young ladies you study with in the library have identical sterling silver chains and pendants. Are they gifts from you and what is engraved on the back?"

"That's two questions, Mary, but I'll count it as one because you're wearing Chanel #5. 

You put it on moments before I arrived. If I may be so bold to comment, you smell infinitely seductive and desirable. 

On you the perfume adds a tangible scent to your essence of inimitable mystery. 

Yes the pendants are gifts from me. The girl's initials are engraved on the front and my initials are engraved on the back. You still have two questions left.

"Why do your young ladies always have a red ribbon in their hair?" I asked totally charmed although determined not to be distracted by flowery words...yet he said "your essence of inimitable mystery".

"They always wear red ribbons in their hair because I ask them too. Feel free to be more specific with your last question, I assure you I won't be embarrassed" he took a sip of his black coffee. 

I was thinking 'I can maintain a pretty good poker face too, Mr. Wright. You'd have a smug look on your face if you weren't so good at keeping it so annoyingly neutral, however, your eyes say otherwise. 

Damn it! I should have been more specific! If you had passed on this I'd have one of my suspicions confirmed.' 

"Do you have any questions for me, Matt? Wait... I retract that; I meant to say it's your turn to ask a question." 

"I'll save my questions until after I finish painting your kitchen. Thank you for the coffee and banana bread..."

Again, Dave was correct in more ways than one. Matt was not the typical eighteen year old male I was used to dealing with. His intellect and maturity far exceeds his chronological age. 

I'd have to change my tactics to be more direct with him although I was greatly enjoying our verbal jousting. 

My kitchen was completed around two in the afternoon when I returned from the grocery mart. Matt was outside sitting on my front porch steps drinking ice water and waiting for my decision to continue to allow him to paint the rest of my house. 

I brought him fresh coffee and more walnut banana bread after I went inside to critique his work; I was very pleased with it. 

"You're hired Mr. Wright" I said handing him his coffee and a plate with two thick slices spread with butter before sitting close to him.

"Let me pose my last question this way" I said, putting my hand on his shoulder near the base of his neck "Forget that I'm older than you. 

Forget that I'm a counselor at your high school and you'll be graduating next year to enter Marine ROTC on a scholarship." 

My fingers crept up slightly to run my fingers through his thick black hair...damn he's so sexy...I had to stop being distracted by his hard body and concentrate to the task at hand. 

I am not judging you; however, I have my suspicions about your library girls. Forget that or them for the moment. Do you find me attractive?" 

"I'll pose my answer this way and we'll know how to proceed from there. When I approached you in the parking lot to paint your house you weren't wearing perfume. 

All throughout the remaining school year when we stopped to talk you weren't wearing perfume. Perhaps you wear perfume to please yourself. 

You haven't worn it for awhile for anyone else; as I said, it was applied moments before I arrived and I dare say from a freshly opened bottle. 

The alcohol of your perfume didn't dissipate from your body heat to blend with your natural woman's scent or blend totally with your ethereal essence. 

If I'm wrong I'll paint your house for free, including the cost of the paint because I'm not wrong. I challenge you to prove me wrong. I always keep my word and I despise a liar.

You don't have a skirt or dress in your closet that is as short or that reveals as much of your creamy white skin or display your trim figure, or display your shapely legs as you're wearing now and you wear it well. 

Yes I know the dress you are wearing is a summer dress and cool in hot weather. Today the temperature will reach the mid-eighties and tomorrow hotter still. 

It's also a garment a woman will wear for her lover; an airy and flirty summer dress wide V-neck and a plunging V back with an asymmetrical ruffle overlay at the bodice...a woman will wear it hoping that said lover will notice; will appreciate the subtle nuisance let alone describe the style to her. 

Perhaps if you had two questions you might ask me why my library girls dress the same or wear their hair the same, however as I said you have only one question left.

Your makeup at school when you bother to wear it at all is more subdued than it is now. I approve of all three looks on you...although, since you take care of yourself through diet and exercise. 

You don't need makeup at all in my opinion; your complexion is that good, Mary and you look twenty years younger than your chronological age; that's a fact all flirting aside. 

"Yes, Mary, I find you to be a very attractive woman; your life experience is no hindrance to me at all. I'd like you to share it with me and learn from it. If anything it makes me more attracted to you." 

'Young man, you are so incredibly good at this' I was thinking 'no wonder you have those girls at your beck and call.' 

"I have another question, Matt, peripheral to and a possible addendum to our little game; what will you trade me for one of your questions?" 

"What do you have to trade for one of my questions?"

"I'll make you dinner. How about a rare porterhouse steak done over charcoal and then smothered in mushrooms pan fried in butter. 

I also can make twice baked potatoes and steamed broccoli. There is plenty of banana walnut bread with a plethora of walnuts."

"I agree to the trade. I'll never pass up an offer for a rare and juicy steak. What is your question?" 

"I will keep your answer in the strictest confidence. Do you make love to any or all of your library girls and if so are all aware of it?"

"I'll pass, Mary, for a gentleman never tells. You may keep your suspicions and again that was two questions. It's my turn and I have two questions remaining. I will keep your answers the same.

Obviously you enjoy flirting and so do I. Do you want to turn things up a notch or two tomorrow?"

"I'm glad you asked Matt for the answer is yes."

"Excellent! You may choose the game and set the stage tomorrow as you please. Your response brings me to my last question. 

As you said, Ms. Jones, you have your suspicions. Suppose they are true. Do you really think you can handle me if our little games go beyond flirting?"

"The pressing question, Mr. Wright is can you handle me?"

"We'll both have to wait and see. I'm here to do a job, boss lady. Which room shall I start on next...?"

Matt arrived bright and early the next morning and he was all business. He finished the remaining rooms at around six in the evening leaving the bathrooms to complete...my little ranch house is only a two bedroom with a bath and a half. 

"Well, Mary" he asked "what little game did you dream up for us?"

"Do you play chess? I know a way to spice up this classic and venerable game to really make it interesting." 

I finally had young Mr. Wright where I wanted him. We have a very fine chess club at our school. Given Matt's analytical mind I'm surprised he's is not on it. 

"Yes, I'm familiar with the game. It originated in India approximate to or before the 6th Century AD. "

"Quite right; we will play for favors, and by that I mean the loser must do exactly what the winner wants for fifteen minutes."

"What about the venue, Mary?" 

"Yes of course; nothing outside of this house and only between you and me. Favors may be of a sexual nature."

"May the favors accumulate and be used at a later time?"

"Yes, that's a good idea; are you in?"

"Not yet. Since we are gambling may we double or triple down at anytime?"

"Yes, that's another good suggestion."

"So in theory, I could be your naked toy boy for a time... and you?"

"Yes your toy girl, are you in?"

"Not quite yet. We will need a safe word?"

"Mr. Wright, you've played this game before?" and I was thinking, "ah ha, another suspicion made fact...at the very least you have read some erotica. This will be my first time as a participant. There is no sense letting my book knowledge go to waste.'  

"Are you so easily embarrassed or intimidated to need a sissy safe word."

"I was thinking of you, Mary."

"Ah yes, I'll give you credit for being a gentlemen; mine shall be "sailboat" and yours?" 

"Sailboat works for me."

"Are you in?"

"One more slight detail; I insist that the above rules and details we discussed will remain in place exactly and to the letter and not sundown or expire unless both parties, you and me, agree to modify or amend them." 

"Fine and fine again; so are you in?" 

"Yes; what style of chess pieces do you prefer? I prefer the Staunton..."

That evening after I won the first game, I used my favor to make Matt take his tee shirt off and I put several red ribbons in his thick curly hair. That didn't faze him a bit, although it left me a bit distracted looking at his hard young muscled body.  

I allowed Matt to win the next game and he lost the following two games leaving me with one favor. 

By the time Matt finished painting the rest of the inside and allowing him to win occasionally; I was up eight favors or two hours of "Toy Boy" time. 

I was a terrible tease after I cashed in my favors the evening young Mr. Wright finished the inside. I made him a nice dinner though, a bonus for a job well done. 

It is nice to share a meal with someone; even though I was aware he studied my every movement and gesture; not that he was obvious about it. Matt also listened...really listened and he gave me his full attention and didn't let anything distract him. 

I was growing very fond of him as a dinner partner and looked forward to our conversations. We shared a bottle of Merlot, Pinot Noir or Cabernet Sauvignon with our dinners. Matt drank one glass followed by ice water while I drank two or three glasses of wine with three being my limit. 

"There is a gift for you in my bedroom, Matt. I'm making this official. At this precise moment I am formally and unequivocally invoking all my favors. Please get completely naked and put it on." 

I was sipping my wine and was very pleased with myself and my little speech when Matt came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of tight red nylon briefs bordering on a thong. 

They are what a male stripper wears; and boy, oh boy, from the big bulge in the front, my toy boy was more than well endowed...wow! 

"Well, look at you, Mr. Wright; it appears the tables have been turned on you by a woman."

"Is that what you think, Mary?"

"It's Mistress for the next two hours."

"Yes, Mistress" he replied in an agreeable tone.

"You need to put more fawning humility in your voice, Matt."

"I beg your pardon, Mistress. I'm not that good of an actor."

"It doesn't matter as long as you do what you are told. I have one more gift for you."

I got up from my kitchen chair with his final gift; a black silk bow tie. I tied it around his neck complimenting "My goodness, handsome, you look good enough to eat." 

"Thank you, Mistress." 

"I'm not one of your young inexperienced library girls who are easily manipulated or swept off their feet with flowery words or a handsome face, Matt. That being said, I promise to be gentle with you...maybe" and I pinched his tight butt. 

I took my right index finger and put it at the base of his throat, dragging my nail lightly down his hard muscular chest, past his washboard stomach to his manhood bulging against his skimpy red briefs, putting my hand on it and letting it linger. 

"Thank you, Mistress" and I remembered how Matt had dominated the pugnacious hockey players putting them out of the game with injuries. This made my power over him even more delicious. 

I had life experience on my side with an extensive collection of erotica novels to be my guide, with nobody to share my preferences with until now. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 06



Given his reputation, I didn't think it would be this easy. I was wondering how far I could push Matt before he used his safe word. 

"I want you to enjoy yourself, Matt. Your chess game is definitely improving. Who knows, by the time you finish painting the outside" and I let it hang on "outside" implying he might have a chance to have his way me. 

I had no intention of allowing Matt that; young men are so predictable and his raging hormones will be his undoing...I will be his beneficent and sexy Mistress. 

"I'm enjoying myself more than you can know, Mistress" and as he said it Matt grabbed me in his strong arms crushing me to him as he kissed my lips "You're very beautiful, Mistress."

"What do you think you're doing? I asked alarmed at his audacity while trying to push him away after getting over the initial shock 'You're not supposed to do this!' I was thinking 'I might as well be pushing against a tree'.

"I didn't give you permission to do that! We have an agreement! Let go of me!" and Matt did crossing his arms behind his back and placing his feet apart as if at parade rest. 

"I beg your pardon, Mistress. I didn't intend to alarm or frighten you. Do you want to invoke your safe word for a brief time out? I'm willing to stop the clock for you to gain your composure." 

I could see the amusement in his bold green eyes "You haven't given me directions on how you want me to act." 

"You're right, I haven't" and I gave his tight butt a slap "I want you to be more passive and allow me to take the initiative. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I must be more passive and allow you to take the initiative." 

I took Matt's handsome face in my small hands and kissed his lips long and deep. He put his strong hands gently around my small waist to return my kisses, waiting for me to nod my permission. 

When I did, Matt kissed the same way as before, making me tingle all over and think 'What am I getting myself into? Nobody has ever kissed me like this and he's only eighteen... nineteen in a month...well, as long as I'm in control.' 

"Yes, ah... much better; put your hands at your side and close your eyes. Very good, now don't move because I'll be right back."

"Matt, do you want to use your safe word?" I asked when I returned. 

"No Mistress" and I snapped the nickel plated police Smith & Wesson handcuffs on his wrists "What about now?" 

"The answer is still no, Mistress."

"What if I keep you like this all night?"

"You won't though, Mistress, I believe you to be a woman of her word. If you fail to keep your word, I'll remove them myself and you will not like me at all after."

"Well Houdini, I'd like to see that. How can you be so sure I won't keep you like this all night long?" I asked kissing Matt's lips as before and then messed up his hair vigorously "Don't answer; that's a redundant question. Like you I hate a liar or anyone who doesn't keep their word like my ex-fiancé" and I kissed Matt's lips again. 

"I'm going to play with you to get you aroused" and I gave his butt a playful slap "if you want to come you must ask me nicely and I might let you spend the night" and licked his nipples. 

"The only way you may have me on your terms is to defeat me three games out of five; my house, my rules because I'm the boss lady. Any comments toy boy."

"You think small, Mistress."

"Oh really" I replied "Open your eyes and look at me". 

Matt did and I slowly undressed, dancing around him and doing a strip tease to titillate "You know you want me, toy boy." 

"I do and I will have you on my terms, Mistress, before summer vacation is over." 

"You may have me tonight, toy boy; that depends on you. Close your eyes again and keep them closed." 

There was no hurry as I started running my hands up and down his chest and back; feeling the hard muscles on his arms while kissing his lips long and deep. 

I kissed Matt's neck and his face and his chest taking my time to literally cover him with my kisses; little lip imprints of invisible tattoos in between sips of wine. 

I kissed his hard washboard stomach after getting down on my knees to pull down his red briefs to his ankles for him to step out of which he did. 

Matt's hard cock was huge like a porn stars, so I kissed and licked it briefly making him tense as he attempted to control his urges. 

I had another glass of wine, dipping my fingers in it and painting him with Merlot and then licking it off. I put his hard cock in the glass of wine, and then sucked and licked it clean. I continued licking and sucking until I tasted his clear pre-cum, denying him his orgasm. 

I danced around him seductively, losing all track of time as I caressed Matt with my hands; I rubbed my breasts against his hot skin getting my nipples hard and arousing myself while my fingers danced against my clitoris, preparing for my orgasm when..."Times up, sweet, Mary" Matt announced matter of factually as he opened his eyes. 

"I looked at my mantle clock "Yes, it is, Matt," and I put my arms around his neck and kissed his lips one more time. 

"Have you been counting the minutes and seconds?" I asked while unlocking and removing his handcuffs, "Do you have anything to say? Do you want to go into my bedroom and make love to me?" I was so horny I could hardly stand it.

"You think small, Mary and not tonight" Matt replied smiling while putting his red briefs back on, "fifteen minute favors are timid and unimaginative." He went into my bedroom to dress while I dressed in the living room. 

"What do you mean by that? Don't tell me some part of you didn't enjoy that?" I asked when he came out of the bedroom.

"Yes I enjoyed it; however, you're afraid to see what's at the end of the rainbow, Mary, you're afraid to bet the house." 

"What do you suggest then, Matt?" and I got right in his face. 

He grabbed me and kissed my lips crushing me to him and just as quickly let me go. 

"I did that because I wanted to; not because you allowed me too." 

I angrily slapped his face hard and he smiled, "Thank you, Mistress" he said, mocking me with his eyes and he grabbed me and kissed me again exactly the same way. I tried to knee him in the groin, but be blocked it. 

"I expected the groin shot and I warn you, don't ever do it again." 

I tried slapping Matt's face and laughing he caught my wrist and spun me around. He then swatted my ass twice and hard enough to make it really sting. 

"Keep on trying sweet, Mary. If you continue, perhaps I'll put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom and we'll see who really is in control." 

His sister Laura told me Matt is proficient in the Martial Arts and particularly in Aikido, stick fighting which explains the hockey sticks in the gun rack. 

"Then what do you propose?" I asked, getting right back in his face, nose to nose and showing no fear despite the fact I don't stand a chance with him in a physical altercation "You forgot to take off your bow tie, boy toy," I mocked. 

"No I didn't forget and thank you for the gift, Mary. It took thought and imagination. I'm going to hang it on my truck's rear view mirror. 

Now, getting back to your question; I propose we change the favors from fifteen minutes to four hours to make things more interesting."

"Why not just round each favor out to a full day, 24 hours, Matt" I was annoyed he was keeping his composure yet pleased with his over confidence; let him bet the house; statistically the house always wins.

"That's an excellent suggestion, Mary and you're beautiful when your face is flushed with unsatisfied arousal; agreed, provided we keep our safe words."

"Agreed and since we're negotiating I want the venue to be everywhere" and I put my arms around his neck and messed up his hair, no longer annoyed and thinking 'What fun! You're playing right into my hands.'

Matt put his arms around my waist "Agreed, beautiful, as long as you allow me the next five days to read every book on chess I can get my hands on to prepare to thoroughly trounce you." 

Of course I agreed to that. As with anything, you have it or you don't when you reach certain proficiency at something with chess being no exception. Matt is an excellent player and understands many of the advanced strategies of the game; however, he is no match for me. 

"I will agree to your five days of study provided we take turns cooking dinner for each other when you are done painting the outside of my house. I'll cook until then."

"Fine, I agree. I'll be happy to share the cooking with you."

"Do you dance, handsome?" I asked, knowing that Matt took dancing lessons for years.

"Yes, my mother insisted I learn how. My father insisted on me learning the Martial Arts to balance things out. They negotiated and compromised as we are negotiating now." 

"Isn't that a coincidence, I also took years of dance lessons; we will dance on the nights we have dinner."

"You drive a hard bargain, boss lady. I'll see you in the morning..."

"I was certain that Matt would jump at the chance to get in bed with me since there were no strings attached. I under estimated his self control. On the other hand he did have his library girls...damn him! 

Matt allowed me to get myself all aroused to settle for the usual; then I got to thinking that I wouldn't be surprised if he had a handcuff key hidden somewhere in the house, just in case. 

Sighing, I went into the bathroom to fill my old fashion white claw foot bathtub full of hot water. I adore this tub and remodeled the bathroom around it. I can fully recline in it. Sitting up and leaning against the back, it is deep enough for the water to come to my shoulders if I choose. 

While the tub was filling, I put my hand crafted solid glass dildo in the bottom of the tub to warm up with the water. It's a pretty little sex toy about 8 inches long and made from pink borosilicate glass formed in the shape of a penis with balls; the only sex toy I own. 

I made myself a cup of double strength peppermint tea and returned to the bathroom to wait. 

When the tub was full of hot steaming water I added some soothing vanilla bath oil, lit my vanilla candles and dimmed the overhead lights before climbing in with my cup of heavenly peppermint tea...ah, the water felt wonderful. 

Finishing my tea, I closed my eyes and snuggled comfortably down into the tub of soothing vanilla infused water, submerging my head once and coming up until the water just touched my chin, feeling for my toy within easy reach for my pleasure. 

I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck, down in-between my breasts and past my stomach to my crouch. 

I was breathing deeply, totally relaxed, thinking how Matt kisses me with such unbridled passion; our tongues intertwined, fluttering and probing...nobody kisses like him...nobody kisses like him to give me the tingles and goose bumps; he is so much larger and stronger than me. 

I imagined what it will be like to have Matt's pulsating porn star cock pressed against my naked body, or in my pussy; pulsating in my mouth when he pumps his rich and delicious creamy seed for me to swallow...testosterone infused male essences...wondering what it tastes like?

I caressed my breasts with both hands pretending they were Matt's hands. I have such wonderfully sensitive breasts and when he is my toy boy, I will have a man to truly appreciate them. 

I rubbed my perfectly shaped and trimmed patch of pubic hair with the palm of my hand, arousing myself until I was practically dripping, adding my juices of arousal to the bath. 

I used my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my vagina and then towards my clit throwing my head back in ecstasy. 

My fingers found their way in one by one as I moaned softly every now and again. I then made my way to the opening of my vagina; my middle finger entering, a second and a third.

I spread my legs wide as I thrust my glass penis in-and-out in- and-out against my throbbing clitoris, rubbing my pubic mound as my orgasm washed over me in sweet release. 

I lay back to enjoy the after-glow of my orgasm languishing in my vanilla scented bath sipping my peppermint tea for a good half hour before I went to bed. That night I dreamt I was kneeling at his feet and sucking on his big cock. 

Matt ignored my offers of spending the night for the next few days while he finished the outside of the house. He did an excellent job, stopping an hour for lunch to read books on chess while he ate. 

It was blistering hot and he would often stop to strip to the waist and cool his head down with the hose; talk about eye candy! I made sure he had plenty of ice water. I also teased him and touched him and rubbed up against him at every opportunity...what fun. 

After he quit each day, Matt would often crush me to him and kiss my lips to leave me with goose bumps...I gave up trying to stop him from doing this because I couldn't and besides, I enjoyed it. 

We danced every night after dinner to soft music with the lights turned down low. I know Matt enjoyed dancing with me or just kissing and cuddling on the couch, running his fingers through my hair while we listened to music or when we were watching a rented movie with a big bowl of popcorn. 

I tried every trick I knew to get him into my bedroom too no avail; including standing in the doorway to prevent him from leaving. 

Matt would effortlessly pick me up and put me down out of his way. He would crush me to him and kiss my lips long and deep and say "You are incredibly sexy and beautiful, Mary" he would mess up my hair "I will have you on my terms." 

Matt has a flair for the dramatic. He arrived on the day of our deciding series of five chess games dressed in a black tuxedo which fit him well. He had a small cooler in one hand and a wicker picnic basket in the other. 

I was dressed more casually blue jeans and a sheer red silk sleeveless summer blouse, not wearing a bra to distract him; choosing to be barefoot and be comfortable. 

"Good afternoon, sweet Mary" he greeted me "I brought the refreshments. The Champagne needs to be kept well chilled for later when you are kneeling naked at my feet. I intend to have several glasses. 

There is plenty of Osetra caviar and Brie to go along with all the other delicacies you told me you adore, a gift for a special lady" he placed the cooler and basket on the foyer floor. 

We will be good for each other. I foresee our relationship to be a long and lasting one and not just a summer fling." 

"Good afternoon, 007" I teased with my reference to Secret Agent James Bond of the Ian Fleming novels. I put my arms around Matt's neck and kissed his lips long and deep. Did you spend all your painting money on Champagne and caviar? 

You've been a naughty boy by ignoring me these past days. You'll have to make it up to me by kneeling at my feet, toy boy. Since you're so cocky, perhaps you'd like to double down and make it ten days, winner takes all."

"I'll consider it. Do you have a little black dress Mary?" 

"Yes, I have a black dress. I suppose you want me to change into my black dress in keeping with your somber dignified attire?" I asked, slapping his ass playfully. 

"I do as a matter of fact, and I'd like to see your makeup sultry. Triple down on ten days and make it thirty days with winner takes all; we suspend the safe word as a matter of trust and you have yourself a deal" and naturally I agreed. 

While I changed, Matt prepared our refreshments/appetizers and laid them out on a tray on the kitchen table to enjoy during the games. 

I was pleased to see the beautiful caviar properly chilled in a small bowl set into a larger bowl full of ice. Matt is obviously no stranger to caviar. We agreed to open the Champagne to celebrate the winner. 

I trounced Matt the first two games in attempt to shake his confidence; I have never tasted better caviar because I would soon have him on my terms. Matt looked so handsome and sexy in his tuxedo. We would go out for dinner and dancing as my treat. 

I allowed him to win the next game. From there everything fell apart because somehow he managed to win the following game and no doubt because I was distracted imagining what I was going to do with him; we were now tied at two and two. 

I absolutely had to win the tie breaking game...it took us three hours and went right down to the wire...he won!

"Champagne, Mary?" he asked getting up from his chair and going to the kitchen for the Champagne bottle chilling in the ice bucket.

"Do you really expect me to be totally at your beck and call for the next 30 days?"

"No, I don't expect you to be totally at my beck and call, Mary; I want you to be my submissive lover" Matt replied removing the cork from the bottle with a loud "POP" and pouring two glasses. 

"I want you to enjoy the experience and I will act accordingly, therefore" and he handed me a glass of Champagne. 

"I can assure you I won't be abusive or humiliate you publically or in private if those are your concerns" and he took a sip of Champagne "I'm not interested in a mindless sex bimbo or a fawning servile woman." 

"What about your library girls?" I asked taking a sip of this excellent dry Champagne. 

"What about them? They have nothing to do with us, or you with them. They lack your maturity and imagination. They don't have your life experience. How is the Champagne?"

"It's excellent...now what?"

"If you won, what did you have planned for me, Mary?"

"I was thinking of taking you out for dinner and dancing. I was going to be your beneficent Mistress. Were you holding back on me, Matt?"

"Yes Mary. The last game was very enjoyable because we each played our best" and he poured himself a second glass of Champagne. 

"You're saying we're evenly matched? Then all that reading about chess was merely a distraction?" I asked holding out my glass to be filled. 

"You are the better player if there is no pressure involved" and he went to sit on the couch, patting the cushion for me to sit next to him, "I must say Mary, your distractions over the past few days almost succeeded for I was sorely tempted to have a little taste."

I was out maneuvered and Matt passed my test. I not only sat down next to him, I leaned up against him for Matt to put arms around me to cuddle; I can be myself with Matt for we share a love of the erotic delights. 

"This is nice" I said, finishing my Champagne and dropping the glass to the carpet "Must I call you Master now."

"No, not if you prefer not to; I'm not into titles" and he finished his Champagne and put the glass on the end table, "Sir will suffice if the occasion arises. You're right this is nice, Mary" and he rubbed his face in my hair "What am I thinking?" 

"You're thinking you want to see my hair longer. I've started to grow it out for you."

"Yes, I've noticed, thank you. Long hair is a mandate with my library girls. I know just the place, for dinner but first, I have another surprise for you. It is wrapped in red tissue paper on the seat of the truck for my eyes only and you will put them on while I watch."

I went to the truck and returned to unwrap it having no idea 

"This is my preference as opposed to panty hose" Matt said as I held up my taupe silk stockings and black lace garter belt, "My preference tonight is you won't be wearing panties. 

Your dress is long enough and nobody will know except you and me. Your perfume is perfect for you and will the only one you are allowed to wear and only with me."

"I can't leave the house without panties!" 

"I'm very surprised you would balk at this. Obviously your extensive library of erotica is merely empty words on paper..."

It was a one-hour drive out of town, I without panties to the restaurant Matt chose for us. It was not the fancy sit down three star restaurant I had in mind considering the way we were dressed. I was resigned to, yet looking forward to being his submissive lover for the next 30 days. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 06



We went to the Roadhouse Bar & Grill. It has a sort of rustic Country & Western theme to it. It's well known for their steaks, prime rib and barbecued ribs; beef or pork ribs to choose from. We were told it would be a ninety minute wait. 

Fortunately for us Matt is well acquainted with the hostess Marlene. She hugged him most familiarly and kissed his lips. Marlene gave me a knowing if not borderline dirty look of envy, followed by defiance as she put her arms around his neck to really kiss his lips...the bitch. Marlene is striking red head in her late twenties to early thirties and she wasn't wearing a ring. The brazen woman escorted us off the dance floor in less than an hour to a raised booth with a good view of the dance floor. 

Matt held me close to him during the slow dances. He rubbed my bottom to remind me I was not wearing panties. I sat close to him and returned his kisses and hugs while we waited for our orders...a rack of Cajun beef and a rack of Cajun pork ribs. 

Broiled sea scallops were our appetizer followed by a Caesar Salad with extra anchovies. We both chose the baked potato and seasoned mixed vegetables; broccoli, cauliflower and baby carrots as our sides. 

Matt was attentive...he was a gentlemen and other than a brief glance, paid no attention to the other women dancing around us.

It was after Midnight when we walked out to the mostly empty parking lot.

We had just gotten into Matt's truck when some nitwit in a new Ford F-150 pickup truck; new as in the invoice was still in the window and with dealer plates for a test, drive rear-ended us while we were parked with the engine not running. 

He didn't hit us very hard; although his damage was more extensive as if he hit something prior to hitting us; a light pole for example.

"Roll up your window and lock your door, Mary. You will stay in the truck where it is safe" Matt said calmly "If there's going to be trouble I don't want you to get hurt. 

"But Matt, I..." 

"Don't argue with me. You're my responsibility this evening" he commanded in a harsh tone of voice, one I've never heard before, plus the uncompromising look in his piercing green eyes convinced me to do as I was told. I took my cell phone out of my purse to dial 911 just in case as he rolled his window down. 

As I said, the Ford F-150 was a ¾ ton double cab 4 X 4 and completely loaded right down to the heated leather seats. Matt's truck had a worn cloth bench seat covered with a Navajo pattern wool blanket. 

Three large males in their early to mid to late twenties got out and walked up to the driver's side door. What followed was a string of profanities by the driver finishing with "you backed up into me asshole and I have witnesses" he hit Matt's driver's side mirror with a 3lb. cross-peen hammer knocking it completely off. 

"Your insurance company is going to pay for my damage or we're going to fuck you up" It was obvious they had been drinking. 

"No, everything is your fault jobbernowl since you rear ended us. It appears you hit something prior to hitting me. 

I'm parked in a lighted area in full view of the security cameras which are no doubt recording now. Drive away while you still can and we'll forget the whole thing."

"What the hell is a jobbernowl?" The man asked, wondering if he be insulted. I put my hand over my mouth to hide my smile, thinking 'Really, Matt, a jobbernowl?'

"It means you have the IQ of a radish if you think I'll pay for anything."

"I'm going to knock your fucking head off" he exclaimed hitting Matt's door with the hammer "unless you pay for all my damages." 

"Watch your language in front of my lady or we will let the State Police sort things out." 

"Fuck the State Police! Fuck you! And while you're at it fuck the whore sitting next to you! I'm..." and before the drunken fool could finish his sentence Matt's arm shot out through the open window and punched him square in the face sending him staggering back and tripping over his buddy who was standing behind him with a large bowie knife in his fist. The jobbernowl just lay there moaning in shock, not believing what just happened to him. 

Matt shoved the approaching second man back with the truck's driver's side door as he exited while grabbing his hockey stick as he landed lightly on his feet. 

He brought the blade edge of the hockey stick down violently with a crack on the side of the man's knee causing it to buckle and making the man bare his weight on one leg. 

Matt then reversed the stick in his hands and jabbed the tip of the handle into the man's solar plexus forcing the wind out of him and bringing him to his knees.

Matt then spun the stick over his head in several figure eights before cracking the knife wielder in the head and rendering him unconscious. 

The third man with the tire iron in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other merely stood there frozen in place looking very scared and unsure "Vamoose unless you want a piece of me!" Matt barked and being the smartest of the three, the man dropped the tire iron and bottle to take off running. 

"I'm not done with you bitch" Matt said mocking the one he punched in the face who was now nursing a broken bloody nose with both hands, the blood leaking out between his fingers "apologize to my lady or when I'm done playing with you you'll be left with a face even a mother can't love..." 

In the end the man with the broken nose apologized to me as did the other with the badly bruised knee and the headache because Matt said so. We didn't call the State Police and Matt left with four-hundred dollars cash to cover the cost of his broken mirror and as he put it "miscellaneous punitive damages." 

Matt didn't care about the dent in his bumper or his door let alone the broken mirror. He acquired another hammer for his tool box, a spare tire iron for his truck and an expensive Cold Steel Bowie Knife. 

He was quite pleased with the massive bowie knife, the spoils of war; much like a victorious general forcing the enemy general to hand over his sword in unconditional surrender and shame. 

During the drive home, I sat close to him with a new understanding about myself and of Matt. Matt's arm was around my shoulder holding me protectively. The man is fearless. 

My soon to be lover accessed the situation with cold logical calculation and then took care of it... period. The Marine Corps would merely refine and fine tune what is already there. 

I was aroused by the violence and being with the winner; I was aroused how easily Matt dominated them; he will dominate when I surrender to him, but dominate me in a good way. 

I sat in the truck close to him finding myself being aroused with these thoughts; my nipples were hard and I could feel the moistness of my arousal between my legs...no panties because Matt said so, simple as that. 

There is a wild lusty savage underneath Matt's calm self assured exterior; a thin veneer of civilization held in place by his iron will. Matt enjoyed that fight when he counted coup; I saw the wild savage green flames of joy in his eyes. 

Having Matt for a lover will be far removed from my mundane life style of PTA Meetings, school conferences and Soccer Moms; far removed from the placid and predictable men of my teaching profession. 

Matthew Wright is 100 times the man that Brian McLane the now Superintendent of Schools, my lying wimp ex-fiancé. Brian licked boots and kissed ass to make it to the top. 

I was fooling myself to think I can ever handle Matt. The thought of Matt dominating me as his submissive lover sent electrical currents of pleasurable arousal up and down my spine; particularly since he has a Romantic and gentle side to him to temper the rest. 

Matt is a man who is more than capable and willing to protect his woman or women; his responsibility and I don't doubt his honesty. 

Nobody messes with Matt's library girls...they didn't dare to disrespect mad dog Wright, and besides all that, Matt is likable and agreeable ninety-nine percent of the time. 

Matt was right and I knew in my heart of hearts our relationship will be a long and lasting one and not just a summer fling...I would be his submissive lover and live out my secret fantasy. 

I could barely sit still squeezing my legs together on the way home to be nice and wet for him. Matt knew what I was doing and why; he kept on glancing at me as he drove and he was smiling when he pulled over. 

Matt reached up and grabbed my short hair "You're horny, Mary; I can smell your arousal and I know why."

He gave my hair a tug "Do you want to suck on my cock, sweet Mary?" That is exactly what I wanted to do except Matt's grip in my hair prevented me from doing so. 

"You teased me when I was handcuffed. You will finish what you started" Matt commanded quietly, pulling down his zipper and pulling out his big cock "Beg to suck on my, cock" and he kissed my mouth "You will say; may I suck on your cock, please."

"May I suck on your cock, please?" I begged squirming on the seat and my face turning red with embarrassment. 

"You may and I will instruct you the proper way to suck cock, sweet Mary. You will learn my preferences on how I want my cock sucked. Ask me again."

"I want to lick and suck on your cock, please, Sir."

Matt let go of my hair and I got as comfortable as possible on the seat to go down on him. Until then I've never performed oral sex in a car or truck before. I won't perform oral at all unless my lover is willing to reciprocate. 

"Yes that's right, Mary, lick the entire shaft. Marvelous...use your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip. Very good that feels wonderful; you're a very beautiful little cocksucker, Mary, and Sir has a nice ring to it; Sir will suffice. 

Alternate between the two, the shaft and the tip... the shaft and the tip and now in a circle with your tongue...in a circle with your tongue... keep licking. 

When I ejaculate in your mouth I expect you to swallow and then lick my shaft and balls clean. When your hair is long enough you will dry them with it, just like the submissive woman in your erotic stories. 

You are doing fine... pretend that your tongue is a humming bird's wings fluttering from flower to flower. 

Flutter your tongue on the tip... very good; now in a circle on the tip; on the shaft, good; memorize and remember 

You have me throbbing and pulsating and I am holding back my orgasm to prolong the sensual pleasure and it feels marvelous. 

Very nice you sexy little cocksucker...back off your teasing and lick the clear pre-come off of my penis...tell me who you are."

"I'm a sexy little cocksucker," I replied, feeling my face get warm and red again while enjoying every minute of it. 

"Learn how it tastes and then back off. If I wanted to come right now, I will hold you in place while I ejaculate into your mouth. 

I'm going to pull out slightly just before I come so that you won't gag or choke. You will learn to compensate in time to have my entire cock in your mouth and it won't be necessary me withdraw slightly." 

Matt shifted and undid his trousers and pulled them to his knees.

"I enjoy having my balls licked and sucked on...mmm...very nice...keep licking...lick the inside of my legs where my balls hang; ah yes nice, very nice...keep it up. 

Take my balls in your mouth and suck and be sure to be careful with your teeth...good girl, you're learning well. 

Suck and lick and watch your teeth...mm... yes, yes...very good. I want you to concentrate on my cock again so suck and lick as instructed." 

After I licked and sucked for awhile "Take it all in your mouth. I want you to deep throat me and I want it wet and sloppy; do you understand?"

Matt played with my short hair as my head was bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. Matt's orgasm exploded like an atomic bomb in my mouth with rivers of his thick creamy semen to swallow hungrily. My lover's cum was a bit salty and a bit sweet and it reminded me of caviar. 

I managed to swallow all of his liquid caviar without spilling a drop and finished my erotic feast by cleaning his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue. 

"That was very nice, Mary" Matt said getting out and tucking in his shirt after he pulled up his trousers "any comments."

"Yes, are you going to return the favor when we get home?"

"Yes, I was planning on it barring unforeseen circumstances because I want to find out if you taste as good as you look."

"Would you please do something for me, you stated you are not interested in servile fawning woman or a mindless bimbo?"

"I'm listening, Mary."

"I want you to shave off all your pubic hair. I want everything around your cock and balls to be completely hairless. I've never had a lover who would do that for me. We can shave together if you like...with your permission of course."

Matt got back into the truck and put his arm around me "Will it please you that much, Mary?"

"Yes, it's always been a fantasy of mine to shave my lover down there. It will make you taste even more delicious to me...better than caviar." 

"Ah I see; let me think about it and I'll give you my answer before bedtime, so until I decide no talking please." 

After we pulled into my driveway "I'll make this concession, even though my guess is you had everything prepared ahead of time to shave me since you assumed on winning. Am I right?"

"Yes, I thought we would soak in my tub first. Do you like peppermint tea?"

"I do. Now that I agree, are you planning on adding vanilla bath oil to the hot water; on dimming the lights and lighting scented candles? If so that's fine with me" Matt replied agreeably getting out, closing his door and then opening mine to help me out. 

I put my arms round Matt's neck to kiss his lips long and deep for my glorious tingles and my goose bumps feeling like an infatuated teenager "Thank you."

"You're welcome" Matt replied taking my arm "Shall we my lady..."

When everything was perfect; the tub filled with vanilla scented hot water, the lights dimmed and the candles lit; I called for my lover to come into the bathroom with our peppermint tea. 

Matt got in first, sliding down to submerge his head and coming up to sit against the back of the tub. I started to get in next to him when he asked "Are you forgetting something Mary?" 

"No this is how I always do it" I answered puzzled by the question. 

"You forgot your toy."

"How can you possibly know about that?" I asked incredulous that he knew about it. It was locked in my top dresser underwear drawer. 

"Go get it and I'll tell you how I know."

I brought it back to him and held it up to the candlelight for the flickering candle light to dance on and reflect against the surface before getting in. I then snuggled up against him, putting it along my thigh to get warm. 

"How did you know?" I asked snuggling closer as he put his arms around me.

"I didn't actually know Mary, until you told me; I surmised. It's a logical assumption because you are a sensuous and complex woman. As you said, you are not one of my inexperienced young and immature library girls."

"In other words you tricked me" and I squeezed his hands.

"Yes I did; although taking into account the bathroom was remodeled around this nice old tub and allowing for the feminine decor and accoutrements, one might call this bathtub your private erogenous pond of pleasure...therefore I'm honored to be invited. 

Also taking into account, the dimmed lights, the scented bath oil and candles; it is a logical assumption you'd have one, especially one as unique and worthy of the question. 

To go a step further, I too have my spies. I too have been keeping my eyes and ears open, Mary." 

"Who are your, spies, 007?"

"I shan't tell you. I know you haven't had a relationship for the past three years since you broke up with Brian. 

I know something of what the liar did to cause the breakup and the money you loaned him which he never repaid. That despicable kiss-ass boot licking wimp has no honor; he has my contempt and possesses the soul of a sea cucumber." 

"Why did you choose a sea cucumber of all things?" I asked laughing "although I do get the gist" and I squeezed his strong hands. 

"To qualify" Matt replied squeezing mine back "as with Brian, sea cucumbers remain static; their souls, assuming they have souls, are unlikely to evolve into something finer. 

Our new relationship is evolving within the microcosm of this vanilla scented water" and he started stroking and caressing my breasts. It was wonderful to feel them being caressed by hands other than my own "Listen well sweet Mary" he kissed the top of my head "I want you to use your glass dildo to pleasure yourself while I watch." 

Matt continued stroking and caressing them, paying particular attention to my nipples, sending marvelous electric current of pleasure up and down my body with the beginning of a little orgasm rising between my legs. 

I thrust my glass penis in-and-out, in- and-out against my throbbing clitoris, rubbing my pubic mound with my other hand as Matt stroked and lightly pinched my nipples. 

My eyes were closed tight and I was moaning loudly intent on pleasing myself in my own private universe of selfish pleasure as I collapsed in my lover's strong arms after my orgasm burned through me like a sun going nova. We sat there for several a time reheating the water from the tap and enjoying the quiet..."You will not use your toy unless I give you my permission; consider that a mandate. 

Let's get started" Matt said squeezing my hands the signal for me to get things ready for our shaves. 

I got out of the tub first and Matt toweled me off before I went to gather the newly purchased electric hair clippers, scissors, shaving cream and disposable four blade razors while Matt toweled himself off. 

He spread the damp towels in front of the vanity and then picked me up and put me on it. Matt wasted no time with the clippers, plowing through my bush like a scythe through a field of hay. 

He lathered and shaved me twice. He was gentle and thorough; obviously having done this before and perhaps with his library girls. Matt rubbed my denuded womanhood with soothing and cold well chilled baby oil from the refrigerator. 

"The cold baby oil is a nice touch, Mary" he complimented "It's your turn to shave me now." 

I took my time with his shave, kneeling in front of him as he stood looking down at me. 

I had a big, fat cock to play with and I clipped off the hair slowly with the electric clippers, followed by lathering and massaging the shaving cream in well to keep him hard and erect. 

I lathered and shaved him twice, taking extra care not to cut him, this being my first time, followed by a nice massage of cold baby oil. 

Matt rubbed his hand on his denuded groin and was smiling "You know, Mary, I can get used to this...yes, I approve; as I approve of yours' being smooth and hairless; your first mandate at your suggestion...you will shave or wax at your discretion. 

Go get the handcuffs please. When you return with them kneel and hand them to me. You will extend both hands palms up when you do so, which incidentally is proper submissive slave etiquette according to the books or stories on the subject. 

I returned from my bedroom with the cuffs and the key to kneel at his feet on the thick dark teal bathmat with my arms extended palms up holding the handcuffs and key. 

Matt is right. That is how it is done in the erotic novels I love reading; now I was living my fantasies with my handsome flesh and blood lover and Master. 

"Very nice" He complimented taking them from me. Matt was holding a fine silver chain in his hand and he put the key on it; Matt then put the chain around my neck. I looked up at him smiling; understanding the symbolism as he gently touched my face. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 06



"Stand and turn...good, put your hands behind your back... excellent" and he clicked the handcuffs in place "You do not have permission to speak until further notice." 

Matt took me to my bedroom and made me stand in the corner by my bed "I might keep your there all night...or not. In any event you are a delight to my eyes sweet Mary." 

He made me wait and hour like a naughty and then said "Turn and face me,... now kneel...excellent" and Matt ran his fingers through my hair giving me goose bumps and tingles as I looked up into his intense green eyes.

"Listen carefully, beautiful; you will submit to me in all matters of a sexual nature when we are together. When not at school you will dress as I tell you which is pretty much how you dress now. You will style your hair as I tell you at all times regardless. 

Remember my sweet Mary, I have my spies. During work hours, as always, your clothing will be conservative and proper; the more conservative the better, although you may dress sexy and sultry for me when we are together. 

I find the contrast between the two looks on you to be more than erotic. The strong and independent woman fascinates me as much as the sexy submissive one kneeling at my feet. 

I don't want the money we agreed upon for painting your house. To have you kneeling at my feet is more than enough payment for me. Stand and turn for me to remove your handcuffs." 

After he did, Matt took my small hands and put them on the top corners of the mattress and told me not let go. He then entered me slowly pushing his huge cock into me all the way pinning me to the bed.

He fucked me slowly at first, increasing his cadence gradually, his balls slapping against me with every forceful stroke. He wasn't making love to me, he was fucking me and I was aroused almost beyond belief as I experienced the difference for the first time. 

Matt reached under me and squeezed both of my breasts. This was not a loving caress; he was grabbing me and pulling my body back to him as he plunged as deeply as he could into me. The mixture of pain and pleasure was incredible. 

Matt was fucking me with my legs spread wide and my tits were being squeezed and pulled to remind of my submission as his sex toy. 

This was a new sensation. My orgasm exploded into the best feeling I have ever experienced as it sent tremors of pleasure shooting through my entire body as I moaned uncontrollably. 

Matt was moaning softly as his orgasm burned through him. 

I felt Matt's hot, rich and thick semen forcefully hosed deep into me. Moments after he shot another blast which more than filled my pussy as he kept me pinned to the bed. 

Feeling his oceans of sperm warming my uterus, I experienced a second orgasm, although not as powerful as the first. It was a glowing and wonderful feeling of satisfied sexual fulfillment and contentment. 

Matt pulled my arms behind me again and cuffed my wrists saying "If you'll excuse the expression, Mary, you are one hot horny little bitch." 

He helped me to my side of the bed for me to lie down on my side, putting a pillow under my head "Get some sleep and be thankful I'm not tying your ankles and making you lie on the floor next to me, for that will come in time...goodnight..." 

The story now continues from Chastity's perspective...

Mary was quiet and still; meditating in the back seat as we turned onto the winding and deliberately twisting private road of the Community's private enclave. The grounds must be at least 50 acres. The property is planted with intersecting rows of conifer and deciduous trees. I will describe it as an eclectic maze for the road has many intersections leading to dead ends. 

However, once through the maze, the long and straight asphalt road turns into a red sandstone paved driveway to the mansion. It is shaded on both sides by stately old sugar maples. As we drove Matthew told me about the tall and thick interwoven thorn hedges planted adjacent to poison sumac on three sides of the property line to further discourage trespassers. 

When in sight of the red sandstone Mansion, we stopped at the ornate and massive black steel security gate attached to be cleared to go inside. After the armed plain clothes security officers passed us through and the gate closed behind us, I observed the ornate wrought iron fence overgrown with ivy for privacy completely surrounded the mansion. 

I estimated there was 10 acres of well landscaped manicured grounds within the wall and I was right. Mary confirmed eleven acres and described the various and magnificent colorful and glorious perennial flower gardens with their marble, bronze or granite statues, benches and fountains; including statues of scantily clothed or naked women all now hidden for the most part and hibernating under a blanket of sparking clean white snow. 

We pulled in front of the mansion where the driveway became a 20' circle and parked in our reserved parking spot. It is marked with a wood plaque held in the hands of a 5' tall bronze statue of a satyr. 

Given the amount of snow that had fallen, I was impressed how well the sidewalks and driveway were clear of ice and snow. 

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I waited for Matthew to help us out; first Mary and then me. Matthew would be annoyed if we didn't wait for him to help us...to receive our kisses. 

"We don't' have to worry about our luggage" Mary informed me as Matthew helped me out "There are people for that. Our responsibility is to look our best for Matt." 

We walked up the red sandstone sidewalk to the steps of the building passing the imposing elephant size ice sculptures of mythical crouching griffons guarding the entrance to the steps. 

Once on the porch I paused to admire the impressive door; a double door, 12' by 8' that must 3 be inches thick. The outside is sheathed in bronze with a relief of two Byzantine Knights holding their broadswords at the hilt with the point down and I couldn't resist touching it. 

After we entered the foyer Matthew closed the door behind us. It was then I observed that the foyers domed ceiling was supported with pink marble pillars reached all the way to the third floor with a skylight of green glass gracing the top. 

Mary and I immediately undressed and once we were naked aside from our slave collars and with our clothes in a neat pile at our feet, two young women with short raven black hair cut in a Cleopatra style bob came out of an adjoining corridor picked them up to carry them to our rooms for us. 

Their makeup was quite sultry and they were barefoot, dressed in short leopard skin tunics barely touching their thighs. 

These mentioned raven haired beauties obviously were identical twins...how curious and unique. Matthew explained I would be assigned duties at the next gathering while Mary would be leaving shortly to meet with the other submissive to receive hers for the day. 

I noticed there were open terraces with railings on the 2nd and 3rd floors for people to look down into the huge foyer. 

The decor of the inside was as Matthew and Mary described it to me; motifs of Mesopotamia, Egypt, Greece and Rome to the Byzantine Era integrated seamlessly to be pleasing and fascinating to the eyes.

Each room is connected by pocket doors to be its own or an ascending timeline from a previous era with the adjoining hallway if any a seamless blend of eras. Each room or hallway is spotlessly clean and temperature controlled to allow for our nakedness. 

As I was looking about, taking everything in Aaron, Matthew's good friend and fellow Enforcer walked up to us nodding and smiling in greeting "Ladies" he said to Mary and I "Major, I need a word with you. John is waiting for us in the billiard room...we have a problem..."



The Major's Pretty Baby Face



I went outside to look. There was a birthday card on the seat. Inside the birthday card was the invoice of a cash sale with my name. The truck was loaded and it was paid for in full. Even the title was in my name. 

Donald's mother was livid he wasted money like that. Never mind the fact that Clara leased a new car every three years while Donald and I drove old model cars or trucks that were mechanically safe and sound but nothing to look at. 

I have to give my ex-husband that. He was very handy with his hands and kept our vehicles in top mechanical shape.

Donald begged me not to leave him when he returned home from work that day. I promised him I wouldn't. I also accepted his gift.

We celebrated my birthday with my family later in the day. Donald was polite and personable and didn't leave early. We celebrated with Clara the next day. 

I quit painting after that birthday because of Clara. The ensuing nagging about neglecting my housework and husband wasn't worth it. Besides, I couldn't trust Donald to keep his mouth shut if I continued to paint. 

Knitting and crocheting was Clara's thing. I gave in to keep the peace and learned to knit and crochet. If nothing else they kept my hands busy and that seemed to placate Clara some about my new truck.

I cooked and cleaned for Donald but I wouldn't let him touch me. We slept in separate bedrooms and my sex life was non-existent. I was no longer interested in sex with him. 

In retrospect, sex with Donald was terrible. It was always in the missionary position with his full weight pressing down on me. There was never foreplay or after-play and he immediately rolled over and went to sleep. 

I was a virgin when we were married and didn't know any better. I have something to compare it with now. 

I turned to food for solace and gained weight. My size became a wall between us, as did the wall separating our bedrooms. 

I suffered in silence...I lied to myself, hoping that things would get better and that my husband would stop drinking. 

My weight gain and new frumpy look seemed to please Clara as much as the knitting and crocheting. Clara was always obese and in the end her weight was her demise. After that she was less critical of me.

I love being around people. I took the job to get away from the both of them. 

Things did get better. The people I worked with appreciated what I did for them; my opinions mattered to them. 

Donald's drinking got worse after his mother died and his first DUI following soon after. 

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I concur with everything Chastity has said so far. Her ex- husband is a weak fool. Donald-dunce had a beautiful caring wife at home. From last reports Donald has signed up for AA, has found God and is a model inmate. 

Chastity is mine. I am enjoying all of her wonderful womanly qualities including the slutty and sexy ones. Slutty in the sense of Chastity's ability to totally surrender and give in to her inhibitions and enjoy all aspects of sex, light bondage included...slutty in a good way and only between us. 

Slut is a term of endearment and only spoken in private. Master and slave are merely titles. We are much more than that. We are closer than most married couples can only hope to be and intimate as only this kind of relationship allows. 

Chastity lives her life to please me. I live my life to treasure and protect her. 

Chastity is sweet, intelligent and loyal. My little slut's artistic abilities for painting and drawing are astounding. I am not one for empty praise. Chastity will attest to that.

I delight in just holding and kissing her. If you think I'm soft, tough shit. Where is it written that a dominant man should be cold, cruel and aloof?

Granted, Chastity is my beautiful submissive slave slut, but I won't share Chastity with anyone now, not even with the Community to which I am a member. 

Chastity secretly loves the attention of being put on display because it pleases me. At first she was embarrassed but now Chastity outshines them all. At the Community gatherings it is look but don't touch.... unless it is with one of the women I have broken, as is my right. 

I lament the fact that Chastity gave up painting for all those years. Chastity has a photographic memory for places she visits. I find it astounding that she can paint from memory and get all the details and colors so precisely. 

My little slut delights in painting outdoor scenes. Chastity's watercolors are magnificent and I encourage her to paint. There is a winter scene Chastity painted of an endless frozen lake with two people skating hand in hand. I'm enthralled with that watercolor painting. It now hangs in our bedroom. 

Chastity remains my Masterpiece....mine. 

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I was initially hired as a receptionist with Wright Insurance and Securities. They are a small company employing twenty-five. My main job was to answer the telephone. I was to screen calls and take messages for everybody. I was also to bring coffee or lunch to Mr. Wright. I became Matthew's personal secretary a year and a half later because of a costly mistake. 

Among themselves, Mr. Wright's employees refer to him as "the Major", but never in front of Mary. In front of Mary it is always Mr. Wright and always in a respectful tone. 

They joked that you towed the line and did things the Major's way. If the Major makes a bad decision, the Major takes the blame. When you did what you were told and produced results, you were paid well. They recognized that team work and the Major's way ensured good results. 

As a matter of company policy, Mr. Wright personally does the hiring and firing. Matthew was out of town for two weeks when I was hired. Mary is unofficially in charge when the Major is away.

For some reason Mary took an instant liking to me. Normally, Mary is in charge of insurance claims. 

I was one hour early for work my first day, and what an interesting conversation we had. 

"Mr. Wright dislikes four things. We call them the four venial sins. First and foremost Mr. Wright detests a liar and that is grounds for termination. He hates late. Be punctual and show up for work early or at least on time.

Matt, I mean Mr. Wright hates disloyalty. What goes on in this organization stays in this organization. It also includes disloyalty to one another, such as gossip. That will not be tolerated. 

Mr. Wright hates casual dress at work. Our building is comfortably climate controlled. Men will wear a suit and tie. Short hair and clean shaven are mandatory. 

We girls will wear blouses, skirts or dresses. Long hair will be neatly pinned up off our necks. Look around to see what the other girls are wearing and dress accordingly. The more conservative and business like the better.

That is about it for now, Chastity. There is coffee, Danish and a fruit salad this morning. We are having a little get together for you to meet the staff. We are like a big family here. " 

Mary was right about the big family part with Matthew being the utterly charming and strict Patriarchal figure. 

It was a nice little get together though. Everyone made me feel welcome. It is funny how you can sense that people like each other and enjoy working together. 

Mary and I went into the bathroom together after my little get together. 

"I have been working here since Matt graduated from college, Chastity. That was 16 years ago. 

In those early years it was the two of us in a small store front office. It was hot in the summer and cold in the winter; we were on a shoe string budget. Eventually when he could afford it, we bought a new furnace and air conditioner. 

I knew him before that. Matt and I go way back."

"That would make Mr. Wright forty now, "I said.

"Close, Mr. Wright is thirty-nine. I am in charge when he is away with the Reserves. Changing the subject; you may have noticed all the girls here have long hair." 

There were 9 women working here. Five were married, three were single and one engaged. I wondered why all the women had long hair and why their hair was pinned up in different style buns. I found it odd that none of them wore their hair down. 

My hair was styled in a short wedge cut on my first day. It was a hairstyle made popular by Dorothy Hamill the Olympic Skating Champion from the seventies. I love to ice skate and winter is one of my favorite times of year; especially around Christmas. 

"We girls have a little contest among ourselves if you get my meaning," Mary advised as she took her silver hair down, "I have the longest hair of all the girls here." 

Mary's silver hair is very long. It is waist length and blunt cut straight across the bottom. She always refers to the women working here as girls and it is proper considering Mary was in her sixties on my first day. 

Mary also had a trim but full figure with a surprisingly youthful and fit appearance. Only one other woman here is the least bit overweight. Needless to say I was self-conscious about my weight. Between that and my hair, I stuck out like a sore thumb. 

"Therefore I am one of the judges. Mr. Wright is the other and he looks forward to it every year. There is a cash prize involved. The men have a contest of their own. It is a guy thing and they don't talk about it. We aren't allowed at theirs or them at ours. 

Before you go home today I will give you my stylist's business card. Susan is the best and specializes in long hair. Have you ever had long hair, Chastity?" Mary asked as she started to brush her thick, soft hair; getting ready to put it up in a bun again. 

I really wanted to fit in and make a good impression, "Would you like me to brush it for you, Mary?"

"That would be lovely, Chastity. Thank you for asking. We girls must stick together you know. All of us here trade our long hair secrets and a few of us get together after work to try out different styles. 

Mary's hair actually felt good in my hands. It was soft and thick, obviously well cared for, and oh so long and silky. 

I've never touched or played with another woman's hair like this before. The experience was pleasurable bordering on erotic....make that totally erotic for both of us. Mary's eyes were closed. She was smiling and enjoying it. I was stroking Mary's hair as I brushed it. I couldn't help myself. It felt so good between my fingers, so silky and soft. For the first time in my life I wished mine was longer. 

"No, while I was growing up my mother always kept our hair in short curly perms. Mom hates long straight hair on women or girls. I never considered growing it long. My husband has not expressed an opinion one way or the other about my hair. I keep my hair short because it is convenient." 

"It is your choice, dear. You do look cute in that style.... just consider it a friendly suggestion." 

Everyone here seemed so nice and the pay was good. Nevertheless I was a little apprehensive about meeting Mr. Wright. I didn't want to let Mary down. Mary stuck her neck out when she hired me. 

Perhaps I was a little scared. Mary warned me that Mr. Wright was strict and unyielding. His instructions were precise to the point and must be followed as he gave them. 

I handed Mary the hairpins one-by- one as she put her hair back up in a sort of figure-eight bun while she explained step-by-step how it was done. 

When Mary pinned up her hair to her satisfaction, "Mr. Wright is a much disciplined man, Chastity. He is a Major in the Army Reserves. He has also seen combat. 

Granted, he can be intense at times, however he is a fair man. Always forward telephone calls from his family, and especially from his sister or nephew." 

Despite everything I was told about him, my initial apprehension was unfounded. Yes, Matthew can be intense and intimidating but there was something about him that made me want to please him. He was very charming the first morning I met him. 

I found out months later that Mr. Wright takes very good care of his people. Loyalty works both ways with him. I helped him with the arrangements after John Dryer's wife had a miscarriage. 

I also took Mary's advice about what the other girls were wearing. I was surprised to observe that many were not wearing pantyhose but stockings and a garter instead. It made sense, especially when they went to the ladies room. They didn't have to struggle pulling the pantyhose up and down. Mary was one of them. 

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I had been working for Wright Insurance and Securities for eleven days when Mr. Wright returned from his trip. I was quite proud of myself; I was on a diet and had lost ten pounds. 

My husband was laid off again...oh well, that's the nature of construction. I was working 40 hours a week. I was buying our groceries and putting money aside for a new wardrobe. 

Donald didn't like the fact that I was bringing home a paycheck and neither did his mother. He wanted a stay at home wife to ignore, having gone back to his old ways. 

I was still cooking his meals ahead of time, things that he liked. I was eating lots of fruits, vegetables and nuts; he called it rabbit food. I didn't force him to eat it. There was no junk food in the house. He complained about that. I rewarded myself with one small piece of dark chocolate every other day. Donald hates dark chocolate. 

That morning, I stacked all of his papers and correspondence neatly on the front left side of Mr. Wright's desk along with an insulated carafe of ice water in preparation for the daily morning meeting. Mary gave me four pages of cheat sheets on my second day and I memorized verbatim. 

I knew what Mr. Wright looked like. He was so handsome to almost being pretty. That was balanced out by his ramrod straight posture, his high and tight military haircut and his piercing green eyes. I have never met a man with green eyes until Matthew. They are like hot green flames when he looks at me and I just melt.

He has an entire wall in his office full of photographs of him with his family. One photo in particular stood out among the rest. 

Matthew was at his parent's lake house two summers ago when his nephew Adam was three years old. He was fishing with Adam at the dock and Adam had just caught a fish. He was holding it up for Uncle Matt to see. 

It was obvious that Adam was proud and excited about that small sunfish, as if Adam had just caught the Loch Ness Monster. 

What was more obvious was how much Matthew loved his nephew....the pride and the love was there on my Matthew's handsome face. 

Adam sent a postcard from Florida while the family was on vacation. It was in the stack of mail. 

He would be starting Kindergarten in the fall and was very excited about the prospect. At five years of age Adam actually wrote it out himself and explained in the postcard he sent two of the same postcards, the other to his Uncle's house to cover all the contingencies. 

That is one of Matthew's expression; "cover all contingencies and then go back and recheck the ones you might have overlooked." 

As a rule, the morning meetings are short, no more than 10 minutes in duration. I am told it is to insure everyone is at work on time. I think it is an inspection of sorts. 

Matthew went to college on a military scholarship. He was away at Fort Drum for winter maneuvers when I was hired. 

As another rule, he meets with his people as needed privately throughout the day. I sat in my assigned chair on the right side of his desk with my note pad waiting for him to arrive. 

His desk is the centerpiece of the office. It was an antique made of the native teak. It was nine feet long and four feet wide. The hardware is all blackened iron and there are eight heavy iron rings on the sides. 

At first I assumed they were decorations, however, on closer inspection, I realized they would also serve as handles to move the massive desk. The desk once belonged to a British Colonel stationed in India at the turn of the century. How Matthew acquired it is a story in itself. 

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"Baby face"...that was my first impression of Chastity when I walked into my office to find her waiting nervously with her legs crossed. I was greeted by a very pretty blonde woman with a baby face and striking blue eyes; eyes the color of deep blue sapphires. 

I was thinking, 'Chastity what an interesting name for a woman ....Chastity sucking on my cock or being fucked in the ass.' 

Chastity bound and kneeling at my feet. What a delicious blonde morsel when I whipped her in to shape.'

I trust Mary's judgment. I knew that Mary took an instant liking to Chastity and Mary has good instincts. 

I have broken down the inhibitions of many strong assertive women and turned them into submissive sluts. They were then passed on to members of the Community for a handsome fee. 

I will borrow them from time to time. They will be used for my pleasure and then will beg for more. If they please me I might take them home for the weekend. 

Breaking a strong, independent woman is always pleasurable and satisfying. Unfortunately afterward, they need a strong hand and constant discipline and a cold aloof dominant for them to remain compliant. 

Any sign of affection or weakness breeds contempt with most of them. Their type of personality responds best to harsh and humiliating discipline to keep them from backsliding. 

Naturally passive women are best in my opinion. They respond well to dominants' because it is in their very nature. 

They tend to be more complicated. 

Broken down gradually, the passive woman responds well to affection and positive reinforcement discipline. They become comfortable with their passivity when it is constantly reinforced or redirected and then reward with honest praise. 

In my experience passive women tend to be less analytical and more creative and imaginative. They are more willing to try different things without strong coercion or threats of punishment. 

Once properly broken, the passive woman will go out of her way to please you, particularly if she feels wanted and is appreciated for her total submission. 

Firm but fair discipline is crucial so that the passive woman's natural inhibitions are redirected to be pleasurable. This type of personality thrives on security, acceptance and loving affection. 

They tend to be shy. Shy but not withdrawn is particularly desirable, especially with the intelligent ones. I am not talking specifically about book learning or a formal college education. They are both desirable but not necessary.  

But I'm getting off point. I was thinking, 'Something must be done about Chastity's hair. It is girlishly cute when it could be long and sexy. With long hair Chastity can be cute as well as sultry and sexy. 

I imagined Chastity with pigtails; braided pigtails or loose pigtails would be cute with Chastity's baby face. A ponytail would be cute on her; just add the right makeup, some curls and the ponytail becomes sexy as hell. 

Long unbound hair framing Chastity's face will be sultry and sexy; particularly when it falls over her face while Chastity is kneeling at my feet and looking up at me with her peek-a-boo deep sapphire blue eyes. 

Last but not least, I imagined Chastity with her long honey blond hair worn up in a bun or french twist; bound, confined and tamed into shape, the sign of a submissive woman. 

I also imagined her with a simple long braid; the three strand braid or a slave braid down her back caressing her ass cheeks, another reminder of a woman's submission.

All the women in my organization comply. The generous prize money involved is meaningless to me. It is a matter of control enforced with dominance followed by compliance to be rewarded by loyalty. 

There is also an incentive for the men as well. Call it a yearly bonus for both. 




The Major's Pretty Baby Face



Wealth not well spent is the futility of one's mortality. One might as well cast stones against the wind. I am speaking in general now. Dying with the most toys but not sharing them is still dead. 

I am sure most of the husbands and boyfriends of my female employees approve of their woman's long hair....assuming they know what to do with it.

A submissive woman will grow her hair and keep it long for her man, or she will cut it short...in submission. If their husband's or boy friend's preference are for short hair, tough shit...not while their woman works for me. 

I have a knack for ferreting out these types of submissive women; there are no other Alpha males in my organization. The women in my organization are the type I prefer....money well spent. 

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"You must be Chastity," Matthew said as he walked into his office and closed the door behind him. He then offered me his hand and helped me out the chair. 

"Oh my God, he is gorgeous,' I thought as he kissed my hand, 'nobody has ever kissed my hand before.'

"I just talked to Mary and she is very pleased with your work. She and I go way back and I value her opinion. But my manners, won't you please sit down?" he asked smiling, and when I did, "How do you like working here so far?"

We sat for a half hour talking about me. His green eyes were mesmerizing. I was lost in them as I answered his questions. 

Finally he said, "Well, I can see why Mary hired you. I had my doubts about your lack of work experience, but your enthusiasm and positive attitude more than makes up for it. 

Thank you, Mr. Wright. I promise that I won't let you down."

"I'm sure you won't...... now down to business. I have a lot of work to catch up on plus all this mail," he said looking at the postcard and smiling with the same look on his face as in the photo. 

"Sushi for lunch, do you know where to get it?"

"Yes, Mary left me with instructions. Park on the east end of the building of the Sushi Bar on Arsenal Street in the spot reserved for the owner. Tilt my rear view mirror all the way to the right so that they know that you sent me. Remember to bring the small green cooler and fill it with ice.

You want six of salmon, four of octopus, six of smoked eel and three mackerel. The wasabi must be freshly made as must the double ginger. Your credit card is on file and I will sign my name and bring back the receipt."

"Very good, Chastity."

"Do you want fresh squeezed orange juice, or mixed pink and yellow grapefruit juice from the drive-through juice bar on the way? You may also request low sodium tomato juice, no sugar added cranberry or white or red grape juice. 

They all are in glass bottles, never plastic or cans, in the refrigerator in the break room. You require fresh ice water on your desk at all times.

"Grapefruit juice and ice water will be fine."

"I am to hold all telephone calls and messages while you eat as business can wait; emergencies aside of course. You will take telephone calls from your sister and nephew."

I am impressed, Chastity. Welcome to the team. Mary has prepared you well considering you have only been with us eleven days. Did Mary give you a list to memorize?"

"Yes, ask me any question."

"Later, perhaps. We have the morning meeting to attend to."

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I had been working there for eighteen months. I absolutely loved my job and the people there. I went out of my way to make myself indispensable to everyone and I received my first raise. 

Nothing had changed much between Donald and me; it was status quo, but he was back to work and dead tired from all the overtime that he was working. Donald was eating his meals home at the dinner table and then drinking himself to sleep on the couch while watching television. 

I had lost weight and was down to one hundred thirty-five pounds. 

My hair was growing out nicely under the care of my new stylist, Susan Banner. She was amazed how fast it had grown in the past eighteen months. I attribute it to my vegetarian diet, vitamins and exercise. 

My bangs were gone and Susan cuts it precisely straight across the bottom. It now just touched my shoulders. I wear it up in an elegant french twist or in a small bun at work.

I was dressing better than ever, including makeup when I left the house. I was finally doing something for myself....well maybe a little bit for Matthew. 

Ok, I admit it. There was some harmless flirting going on behind his office door. I liked touching him, but no sexual touching was going on. My hand might linger on his or his on mine when I handed him something. 

In time, it became a silent game with us to see if he noticed any little change in my appearance. 

He noticed everything. From the slightest change in my eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush, lipstick or lip liner....everything. 

To say that I was flattered is an understatement. It is very gratifying that a handsome single man was noticing me. After 12 years of marriage my husband couldn't answer what my favorite color is let alone the color of my eyes. 

Green is my favorite color.....however Donald is my husband for better or for worse and I must not forget that. 

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Matthew was away again on Reserve training when I met with Mary in his office on Tuesday morning. I could tell from the look on her face that I had done something wrong or made a costly mistake. 

"Did you send both copies of the Johnson papers on a registered and overnight mail on Friday? The Johnson paperwork is time sensitive. We need the postmarked receipts. Do you have the receipts?"

'Oh my God, I thought panicking, 'I left them in my truck in the storage box between the bucket seats. I was wrapped up in the office baby shower that I organized for Marcy that day. I picked up the balloons first instead of going right to the Post Office, and I found the most darling wrapping paper for the baby sweater I knitted for Marcy, and I.......' 

Mary must have seen the look on my face, and interrupted my thoughts, "You forgot, didn't you," and I nodded my head wondering in how much trouble I was.

"Where are they now, Chastity?"

"They are locked in my truck. I am sorry, Mary. I was so wrapped up in Marcy's baby shower last week I forgot to mail them. " 

"That's not like you, Chastity. You are so consciences. You know our motto here; cover all contingencies and then go back and recheck the ones you might have overlooked. 

I'll telephone and tell them they are on their way. You leave right now and mail them. We are going to take one hell of a financial hit and Matt is going to be angry when he finds out." 

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"When I returned, I met again with Mary in Matthew's office and she didn't look happy.

"I made the call and couldn't get anywhere with them. It's a good thing that Matt holds the rank of Major. I was able to get through to Matt. He then telephoned them directly. 

"What did he say? Is Mr. Wright going to fire me?" 

"I doubt it, but he is angry and frustrated. Matt told me that he is very disappointed with you." 

Hearing Mary say that Matthew was disappointed in me hurt and upset me more than anything. I wanted his approval and there was talk that after the Johnson deal went through Matthew was considering hiring a personal secretary. I wanted that job and now I blew it. 

Mary continued, "Matt will be back Sunday afternoon around 3:00 PM. He wants to see you in his office. He should be calm my then. He mentioned something about discipline and duty. If you want to save your job do exactly as you are told.

There is one other thing, Chastity. Nobody knows yet so let's keep it that way. Don't say anything about this to anybody."

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I made Donald a nice breakfast Sunday morning. He and his brothers would be going to the football game and leaving around one in the afternoon to be there for the 4:00 o'clock kickoff. Most likely they wouldn't be home until around midnight or later. 

Donald's brother Mark would be the designated driver. If only Donald could be more like his brothers and not his father. 

Donald will come home drunk as usual and then go right to bed. He is working double shifts taking advantage of the overtime and Sundays are his only days off. 

After breakfast I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon getting ready. I spent extra time with my hair, curling it like Mary showed me before putting it up in a loose curly bun.

I made sure that my makeup was perfect before I left the house. Mary gave me a key so that I could get into the building. I was an hour early waiting in my chair on the right side of Matthew's desk when he walked in. 

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I was angry with Chastity at first and then disappointed. Chastity's mistake was an expensive proposition. I could absorb it of course. It was a careless mistake but not intentional. Chastity's intentions are always good. 

From a woman's standpoint the baby shower was lovely. 

However, the baby shower was not an excuse for dereliction of her job duties. I find this aspect of Chastity, Chastity's thoughtful and kind, generous ways delightful. I weighed that against her mistake. In this Chastity is so much like my sister, Laura. They both try so very hard to please. 

I also weighed the fact when she is alone with me, Chastity flirts so nicely. 

I decided to turn this unfortunate incident into an opportunity. I would move to the next logical step. I thought about it in detail. I explored all contingencies and went back to explore those I might have missed.

If my instincts are right about Chastity the money can be damned. I'll take the blame if it comes to it and it can be blended into the books. Nobody will know but the three of us. I know I can count on Mary to be discrete....we go way back. 

I will dangle a carrot in front of my little soon to be personal secretary and see what happens.

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Matthew walked into the office and locked the door behind him. There was no need because nobody else was in the building. Matthew never locks his office door.

He hadn't bothered to change out of his uniform. He was dressed in his camouflage fatigues. His green eyes were like hot green flames. Matthew was scowling as he stared at me, shaking his head. I sat with my hands folded on my notepad. 

I was afraid to meet his eyes and I was nervous.

Matthew went to his desk and sat down. He looked through his mail, ignoring me for the moment. How I wished there was a letter from his nephew, he looked forward to those. 

I felt very small and helpless sitting there....waiting for him to speak.

Finally he did. Matthew stood and offered me his hand as he always did to help me up from my chair when I was ready to leave his office.

He then let go of my hand and picked up the chair to toss it to one side, barking, "Stand up straight and look straight ahead. Don't move and only speak when spoken to." He had never used that commanding tone with me before.

I did and Matthew took my pencil and notebook and tossed them on his desk. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he leaned close and whispered, "I'm very disappointed in you, Chastity.

I have many women serving under me in the Reserves. What you did here is the equivalent in the Army of dereliction of duty. Woman or man, that soldier would be reprimanded and could be punished severely for such an offense. 

Their conduct reflects on their Commanding Officer. Your conduct here reflects on me and the people you work with. 

We are a team here. What do you have to say for yourself, Chastity?"

"Please don't fire me Mr. Wright. I promise to pay back all the money. 

"You have no idea how much money that is, do you? Or how long it would take to pay me back?"

"No, but you can take 25% of my pay until I do." 

Matthew walked behind me and whispered the amount in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he kissed the side of my neck. He lingered there, his handsome face pressed against mine. I had butterflies in my stomach and not because of the money. 

"I have something else in mind but I need to think it through," Mathew said quietly, standing straight to run his fingers through the curls in my bun, "Something that will be beneficial to the both of us. 

Despite your mistake, Mary and I agree you are a valuable employee and an asset to the organization as a whole. 

Mary thinks the world of you, Chastity, as I am sure you do of her," Matthew continued to play with my hair; "You are our unofficial good will ambassador and organizer of cheer. 

The baby shower you hosted for Marcy was as Mary put it, "was a lovely gesture", and I will be the first to admit that you can't put a monetary value on those things. However, mail outs are part of your job."

"Yes, I know, I'm sorry, Mr. Wright."

"The logical thing for me to do would be to make you my personal secretary. But that would mean that I would have to absorb the cost out of my own pocket to cover the shortfall. I will look like a fool if I do otherwise and give you that position.

You don't want me to look like a fool, do you, Chastity?" Matthew asked while taking the pins out of my bun so that my thick blonde curls danced about my face and shoulders....what was he doing?

"No, Sir. Thank you for giving me a second chance," I answered relieved that I wasn't being fired. His hands felt good in my hair.

"I will have to think about it and work out the details. There are many ways besides money to pay for mistakes. 

The only thing for certain is that I will demand your absolute obedience without question. I will educate you my methods. 

I will teach you focus and discipline so that nothing like this happens again. Are you up for that?"

"Yes, anything you say, Mr. Wright."

"Excellent, we will start with discipline. I want you to stand in the corner by the jade plant and face the wall. Do you have your watch on?" 

"Yes, but...."

"There will be no but, Chastity!" he barked, tugging at my curls lightly and then holding my hair to walk me there. 

"This office has its own set of hidden fiber optic security cameras. Mary and I are the only ones who know about them and now so do you. The jade plant is covering the floor safe, another secret. You are going to stand here

I'm telling you this because despite everything, I feel I can trust you.

I'm exhausted from worrying about this affair, exacerbated by two weeks of maneuvers and not being able to do anything about it hands on. 

I am going to take a nap to clear my mind. When I awake, you will have my final decision. You are going to stand here on this spot and wake me in two hours.

******************************

I stood there wondering what if? My imagination was running a bit wild. What would it be like to make love to him? He is so imposing and commanding. He had his hands in my hair so familiarly, taking it down and playing with my curls. 

Matthew kissed my neck and...and I was certain he was going to kiss my lips. Did I want him to kiss my lips...? I'm a married woman. 

As I was thinking I kept checking my watch. Soon it was only five minutes to go. He wouldn't be angry for five minutes would he? I turned to look.

He looked peaceful sleeping there. I was wondering what he was dreaming about? Is he dreaming about me? I have erotic dreams about Matthew all the time. I don't know where I get such subliminal ideas. 

In one of my dreams I am with Matthew in an infinitely endless sunlight lit meadow. There are wildflowers of every variety and color as far as the eye can see decorating a carpet of four leaf clovers. 

We were sitting underneath a huge apple tree beside a sparkling brook flowing with the coldest, pristine and clear water imaginable. The fruit of those blood red apples were hard and crisp and as sweet as honey. We were gloriously happy and content...we had everything we needed. 

Matthew was wearing blue jeans with a white tee shirt and was barefoot. He was resting his back against the trunk of the apple tree. 

I was lying beside him, naked, save for a fine sterling silver chain around my neck. My head was resting in his lap and he was running his fingers through my hair.

This was a reoccurring dream, one of many. In this dream he would get up and disappear into the meadow. Somehow when I tried to follow him, the silver chain would not let me past the safe and sheltering boundary of the tree's shading branches. Matthew would always return to make love to me.

In another dream, Matthew and I were skating inside of a planet size dome cut from a brilliant blue white diamond; we were inside of a magical musical snow globe of shooting stars is the best way to describe it. 

We were dancing on skates. Dancing like figure skaters on the flat surface of a sparkling green emerald. We were gliding effortlessly under a moonlit sky of shooting stars to the music of unseen pixies and winged fairies 

Such were some of my sleeping dreams about being with him. I kept my mind busy recalling them while I waited in the corner by the jade plant. I passed the time remembering dreams as I day dreamed about being with him. 

******************************

Chastity's creativity and imagination was suffocated in that marriage. Her sexuality was being stifled and dulled because of her husband's lack of manhood and attention. 

Fortunately, the fairies and angels of her dreams were the oxygen of her precious soul. 

******************************

I touched his handsome face for the first time, letting my hand linger there, "Mr. Wright. It's time to get up."

Matthew opened his green eyes and looked at me, sighing. There was no longer any anger in them. He took my hand and kissed my palm.

"Did you do exactly as you were told, Chastity? Or did you get curious and turn to look?" and I was thinking, 'How could he possibly know that?' But I answered truthfully because he hates a liar.

"I was in the corner but turned to watch you sleep for the last five minutes," I answered, looking down.

"We will be working very closely together and you will be required to work longer hours, Chastity. There will be some travel involved during the week. You will be making more money of course. 

Therefore you will learn to hold position and do exactly as you are told. I will be a hard taskmaster until you learn to comply and know my mind. It will be for your own good." 

He let go of my hand to stand and stretch. 

"Do you still want the job?"

"More than anything, Mr. Wright," and he still had not commented about the five minutes. 

"More than anything, Chastity?"

"Yes, and I owe you five minutes in the corner," I answered trying to guess what was on Matthew's mind. 

"Excellent. Put your hands behind your back and cross your wrists. Very good, now go back to your corner," he pointed. 

I put my hands behind my back and nodded my head in acknowledgement. Mathew followed me to the corner. 

"Embarrassment is always a good teacher, Chastity," he explained while arranging my curls forward so they partially covered my face. 

"There perfect. You are a pretty woman, Chastity, with the great potential to be a very beautiful one. Nevertheless you will not question my methods."

"I will not question your methods, Mr. Wright" I repeated, smiling. He said I was a pretty woman. This is like our flirting game taken to the next level. 

Matthew took my crossed wrists and held them in place in one of his much larger hands. "This is the second time you have guessed my mind, Chastity, excellent. 

I have one small task for you this afternoon. I want you to go to Genesee Hardware on Ellicott Street. Do you know where that is?" 

"Yes, Mr. Wright."




The Major's Pretty Baby Face



"When you get there you will go through the second door on the left. It is the one with stickers advertising the credit card they take; VISA, MASTER CARD, DISCOVER and AMERICAN EXPRESS. 

Walk straight to the very back of the store. You will find rulers and yard sticks. Choose the wood yard without metal edge.

They are Amish made, durably made from a fine grained white oak and will be marked with inches and feet. Look them over carefully and select the straightest one. You will purchase it with your own money. Among other things it will remind you to walk the straight and narrow path that I require; any questions?" 

"No, Mr. Wright " I answered wondering why he was sending me to buy a yard stick when several hardware stores in the area advertised with their name on them and gave them away for free? 

Would that serve the same purpose as a symbol? Well, he was the boss. 

"When we are alone, you may call me Matthew. Mr. Wright is a bit stuffy, don't you think?"

"Yes, that would be nice, Matthew," I was flattered that he was allowing that. Only Mary was allowed to call him by his first name and Matthew was more distinguished sounding then Matt.

"Be back in an hour, my personal secretary, Chastity," and with that, Matthew let go of my hands and went back to his desk to read over his mail. 

****************************** 

I returned with minutes to spare. I let myself into the building and found Matthew with his feet up on his desk fast asleep. Should I wake him? He said to report to him. I touched his face, "Matthew," I actually felt a thrill saying his first name out loud and I let my hand linger there.

He opened his intense green eyes, "Ah, Chastity. I see you have the yard stick. What marvelous sight you are to wake up too," He was talking about was me, "Have you eaten, yet?" he asked, letting my hand linger, "I could eat a horse," Matthew added as he shifted position in the chair, "wow, I just got a crick in my neck."

I started massaging his neck and shoulders.....I was his personal secretary after all and it was my job to guess what he wanted. I would make it a game. A little flirting couldn't hurt and I am attracted to him. 

"This feels wonderful. I know you're a vegetarian, but if you like Indian Cuisine all the bases are covered. It will be a business dinner. Oh yes, right there, harder.....good, use your fingers and keep it up."

"Indian food is fine. I like it hot and spicy. Do you mean like this?" I asked, increasing the pressure with my fingers.

"Exactly like that and I'm sure you do. We can have dinner and I will bounce some ideas and proposals off you. Will your husband mind?"

"No, he's at the football game with his brothers and father. Donald won't be home until at least eleven. Most likely he will eat at the game. I cook his meals ahead of time and freeze them when we can't eat together. He will understand." 

"Excellent that is very reasonable of Donald. 

I was thinking, 'Very reasonable, if you only knew.' 

I massaged for a while. His eyes were shut and I could tell he was enjoying it. I finished by rubbing Matthews head playfully. There was quite a contrast between his hair and mine. Matthew's hair was like short bristles at the top. It felt very good on my hands. I was turning up the volume on the flirting a bit, and Matthew smiled and nodded. Of course he was aware of it.

"You can leave your hair down, Chastity.... better yet fix it in a ponytail for me. You may use my bathroom."

Again Matthew surprised me. Even Mary is not allowed that privilege. I walked away and he followed me holding the door open. I watched him in the mirror watching me fix my hair and touch up my makeup. I turned to look at him and shook my head letting my ponytail bounce from side-to-side. 

"You flirt very nicely, Chastity. However, you are running with the big dog now," Matthew stated while stroking my curly ponytail with his hand, "obedience and submission go hand-in-hand when flirting with this big dog. Turn to face the mirror. Close your eyes and keep them closed."

Matthew let go of my ponytail. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek as he stood behind me, "It's a shame you are married, baby face. You would be a good match for me. 

There is much I could teach you about submission. There is much I will teach you about flirting. You chose to turn up the volume, and now so do I. Are you up to that? 

Harmless flirting goes on all the time, and especially when the attraction is mutual....keep your eyes closed, Chastity. Are you up to running with this big dog?" 

"Yes, Matthew", I answered, although not quite sure what he meant.

"What color are your panties?" 

"White," I answered, enjoying the game.

"What kind of material are they made from, baby face?"

"They are cotton, why are you calling me that, Matthew?"

"Because of your youthful appearance. Because of your kindness, and caring ways, but mostly because that was my impression when I first met you; you have a baby face. Like the song, "you have a pretty little baby face", I don't remember the rest of the words. That, and the haircut you had then accentuated the fact. 

What do I think of your hair now?" 

"You like long hair on me."

"Very good answer. You have beautiful thick hair and you will learn how to use it. What else am I thinking about your hair?

"I'm guessing you would like to see it as long as Mary's."

"Excellent, with your eyes closed, remove your under panties and hand them to me."

I did, and I could feel my face get hot. I was embarrassed and intrigued. I was getting turned on. I had never done anything like this before. 

"I am rubbing your panties on my face, Chastity. They carry your scent, the sweet, rich, musky scent of a woman. I can smell your arousal in the slight dampness of your panties. This wets my appetite for you all the more knowing I can't have you. Are you aroused, baby face?"

"Yes, Matthew. May I open my eyes now?"

"You may, and then we will be leaving to have our dinner."

"But what about my panties?"

"Consider them a down payment on your debt."

******************************

I suppose this sounds cold and heartless, but we all have free will and choices to make. I knew all about Donald-dunce and guessed much about their marriage. I had him followed and investigated. I don't think much of him. It would be counterproductive to bad mouth him in front of Chastity. 

Even then I found myself fascinated with her. If the dunce kept it up I wouldn't have to do a thing about it, problem solved. 

******************************

The following year was a very busy one for me. Part of my job was to purchase advance tickets for various plays and musicals. I knew Matthew was seeing different women but nobody steady. He didn't discuss it and it wasn't any of my business. I was a married woman.

Matthew has me on a strict exercise program including calisthenics, isometrics and stretching. I have learned not to question his methods and I am a better person for it. I have never been in such good physical shape and I now have an exercise buddy, Mary. 

Mary and I have become close. I have confided in her about my problems with my husband. Even though she never married, Mary's advice has been sound. She and Matthew do go way back. 

Mary is a retired teacher and guidance counselor. She was Matthew's guidance counselor while he was in High School. She started to work for Mathew after she retired. 

Mary has an extensive collection of erotic literature and photographs. I never realized Mary liked such things. She is so prim and proper on the surface. I particularly like the stories about submissive woman and dominant men which make up the bulk of her collection. I have taken some peeks in her family photo albums and school scrap books. Mary's hair was shorter than mine for the most of her life.

I have also borrowed some of the books on erotica to read out of curiosity under the strict promise to Mary not tell Matthew where I got them. 

Those were the good things, and now for the bad: Donald received his first drunk driving conviction. He received four months of weekends in the county jail. They start Friday evenings at five and ending Sunday evenings at the same time. 

There was a hefty fine involved and under the circumstances Donald was let off easy. He sideswiped three parked cars before ending up in the neighbor's bushes and ruining them. 

Clara's health was starting to fail. My mother was going from doctor to doctor looking for a diagnosis she could agree with; losing weight, changing her eating habits and taking her medicine was not an option. 

My job became my refuge. I was spending longer hours at work, very pleasant ones. I was still in charge of the little office parties and such; Matthew insisted upon that. 

Matthew and I were out of the office more and more meeting with clients and prospective clients. I sat behind or beside him taking notes, or whatever else was required.

After a business meeting one afternoon, we took a side excursion to a public trout stream. Matthew began teaching me the art and discipline of presenting a coachman to the rise of a golden. 

He stood close and held me in his arms while showing me how to hold my wrist rigid and arm straight to cast....

Matthew wasn't as rigid in some things as I thought. He made a point for us to do something non-business on those days even if it were simple things such as a walk in the park. Consider it a perk of the job, he said. 

I always knew Matthew had an analytical and disciplined mind. It would be hard to describe how excited I was to find out that Matthew appreciated the arts. 

On one occasion, our business meeting was rescheduled for the afternoon after we left to attend it. I spent a pleasant morning with him in the Albright-Knox Art Gallery. While we were there I discovered Matthew dabbled in photography. 

I excitedly told him about my watercolors and drawings. 

"I would like to see them, Chastity."

"I have my portfolio at home. I can bring some to work tomorrow."

"Are you good?"

"Some people think so."

"I insist on seeing them today."

"How about after six this evening," I offered, knowing Donald would be at the jail by then, "I'll get them ready."

******************************

When I arrived home, I showered and changed into a pale green muslin summer dress.

Matthew arrived at six-thirty. He was wearing snug and faded jeans that showed off his tight butt. He had on a white sleeveless tee shirt under an unbuttoned colorful Hawaiian shirt. Matthew's attire showed off his hard flat stomach and muscular torso and arms. 

'God he is gorgeous,' I thought. I have never seen Matthew so casually dressed, and right down to the scuffed and beat up white sneakers on his feet. This from a man who wears spit-polished shoes. 

He was very impressed with my art work, my watercolors in particular and he told me so. I never expected his response when I told him why I quit. 

I saw a flash of anger in his emerald green eyes and I took a step back from him, afraid.

Seeing that I was frightened, Matthew turned away and clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. I watched him take several deep breaths to calm down and relax his hands. 

Matthew spread his feet and crossed his hands behind his back as he assumed parade rest. He spoke to me quietly without turning. 

"I'm not angry with you, Chastity. I say this from the heart. Your talent humbles me. To hell with me and to hell with your mother. 

Your husband be damned for allowing it. 

Yours is a rare gift that should be nurtured. It should not be stifled for the weak or jealous reasons of others. 

As a photographer I can only record what I see with tricks of light. It is mechanical and precise. Money determines the sophistication of the equipment to control the results. 

There are tried and true scientific and mathematical formulas to control and duplicate results. There are brilliant and skilled photographers to be sure. I am not one of them. 

Even the most skilled award winning photographers merely records an image; they do not create one as do you. 

You can take a piece of charcoal and create an image unique to you with your hands and imagination. Whether it is chalk on the side walk or watercolors on paper, you leave an earthly image of your generous and caring ethereal soul. 

I....." his voice cracking as he took another deep breath as Mathew turned to look at me. I saw nothing but concern there, perhaps love. He gently took my face in his hands.

"I make no demands in this Chastity. I make this a humble request. The hell with everybody and let them be damned. Draw for yourself, Chastity, paint for your soul. There is nothing selfish in expressing and sharing your god given talent, quite the opposite. Promise me that you start again today."

Matthew kissed my lips tenderly for the first time and I thought I would faint. 

"Paint for yourself, Chastity....paint for your many faceted priceless ethereal soul." 

My heart was beating in my chest for him. After this moment, I could deny him nothing. I loved Mathew with all my heart and soul. 

We should be together as is meant to be, our souls melted as one. I would be any woman Matthew wanted me to be, but.... here I was trapped in a loveless marriage. 

He kissed my lips again, "Please, Chastity."

I wanted to tell Matthew I loved him, but I didn't. I closed my eyes to be kissed again, "Yes, Matthew, I promise with all my heart."

"Thank you," he said, kissing me one final time, tomorrow afternoon I will show you some of my photographs. I have a late appointment in an hour with Adam Richards. He builds custom fishing rods. I am having Adam build me one for steelhead.

You taste wonderful, baby face, I wish.....I'll see you tomorrow anytime around noon. Don't bother to eat lunch as that contingency is covered. Wear the dress that you are wearing now. You look lovely in it.

At that time, I had only been to Matthew's home once to get him a change of clothing when I spilled tomato juice on him. 

He lives in a modest two story cobblestone house with an attached one and one half story fieldstone addition constructed almost 100 years after. There is also a fieldstone carriage house converted into a garage.

Matthew's house and fieldstone garage sits on 12 acres and is surrounded by mature sugar maples, with sprinklings of white birch, red oak, beechnut and horse chestnut. 

The Erie Canal runs through the property on the north side. There is also a small spring fed pond about 200 yards from the house. Matthew has a dock on one end. 

When the pond was originally dug years ago, a small island was left in the middle that adds to its charm. There are several pairs of white swans on the island that nest there. Matthew looks forward to seeing the babies hatch every season.

I must say, I have never seen so many black squirrels in one place. They are a melanistic sub-group of the eastern gray squirrel, the gray color being the most common. They are not a separate species as some think. 

I purchased a new sketch pad early that morning. I planned on doing sketches of the squirrels in charcoal to show him. 

I arrived an hour early and did several, saving the two best to show him. 

Since my invitation to Matthew's house was informal. I wore my hair down and curled it for him. I was bold that day. 

I wore bright red lipstick; I would show Matthew that I could keep up with the big dog, or so I thought. 

Matthew greeted me warmly, hugging me and kissing my cheek. He was genuinely happy when I showed him the drawings of the squirrels. I could see it in his eyes. 

Even when he is charming and polite there is that ever present sexy testosterone fragrance, the ever present electrical undercurrent of male dominance and discipline about Matthew that makes my skin tingle when he touches me. I am instinctively drawn to him. 

Matthew was dressed as yesterday except for being barefoot and minus the Hawaiian shirt. I joined him on the freshly mowed grass, taking off my open back sandals before we had lunch on that balmy and sunny afternoon. 

Matthew served me lunch on the dock overlooking the pond. He placed a glass topped table with chairs there for the occasion. We were celebrating me starting to draw and paint again.

The table was set with a linen table cloth and napkins; crystal goblets and pitchers, plus his good china and sterling silver flatware. 

There was a fabulous vegetable platter. There was a nice cheese platter. There was an outstanding six bean salad marinated in an olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and garlic and lemon juice containing various spices. 

Matthew served me freshly baked multigrain bread. We had ice cold milk, and of course his signature pitcher of ice water present at all meals. 

Dessert was a fresh and cold fruit salad with just about every kind of fruit in it: I was a little disappointed that it didn't contain strawberries. 

There was a unique and unexpected final finish to this thoughtfully planned lunch. It was hidden at the bottom of the ice chest; two small pieces of dark chocolate centered on a bed of fresh mint leaves bordered by fresh strawberries dipped in the same rich dark chocolate.

I helped Matthew carry everything except the table and chairs back to the well equipped kitchen to be washed. I learned that morning that Matthew likes to cook and bake, and so do I.

He remodeled his large kitchen to include three large deep stainless steel sinks to hold the largest and tallest pots. There is plenty of granite counter space and cup boards everywhere. He has no formal dining room, the kitchen suffices for that and is an informal meeting room for friends and family.

All his major appliances are restaurant quality including a gas stove with four huge ovens, sixteen burners and a griddle; go big or stay home is another of Matthew's sayings. 

We went into the den to look over his work and I noticed Matthew's works were photographs, outdoor scenes and nudes almost exclusively. 

At first, I assumed the beautiful women posing nude for him were all professional models. The individual albums were dedicated to one woman taken over a period of years.

The models often started the series of photo's fully clothed and stripped, item-by-item...frame-by-frame.....interesting. 

Many of these women started out with hair as short as mine was when Mary hired me; some were shorter. As I flipped through the individual albums, organized in alphabetical order and color coded. They were simply labeled with a first name, for example: such as Helen or Janice. 

I watched the women in the brown albums hair grow from short pixies or boyish haircuts to ear length blunt bobs, to chin length blunt bobs; next to shoulder length pageboys. 

I watched it grow to mid-back length and then to waist length. Some of these initially short hair women had simple blunt cut bangs as they grew out their hair 

The models in the green albums started out with medium to long layered hair with or without bangs. All these models in the green lost their layers as their hair grew; it was blunt cut all one length straight across just like mine; a few had simple bangs. 

The women in the blue albums started out a bit plump; only one of them was really heavy. I was fascinated as I watched them lose the weight and develop nice figures.

Actually all the models figures improved to various degrees in the timeline of their photos. I also noticed that their hair was fixed in different styles as it grew out. 

It might be something simple, such as changing the part. 

It might be curled or pinned up. Long hair was styled in ponytails, pigtails, buns or braids, not to mention a french twist. 

As I said, I found it fascinating and I was actually getting a bit aroused thinking what it would be like posing for him. I did have a nice figure now.




The Major's Pretty Baby Face



"Would you like to pose for me, Chastity?"

"Pose, nude? I'm a married woman, Matthew!"

"Married or not, you are a beautiful woman, Chastity. Think of it as flirting in pictures. Do you still want to run with the big dog?" he asked while stroking my hair, "your curls are lovely by the way."

"Yes, but..." 

"Then you will strip completely. I want you to do it slowly; as you saw the models in the photos demonstrate. 

I want to see you naked. I might have to make some adjustments," he said sitting down on a sofa to watch. 

I wondered what he meant by "adjustments" as I stripped, trying to pose as his models did.

When I was naked, Matthew stood up and removed his clothes, tossing his on the pile of mine. 

"Matthew, what are you doing?"

******************************

Chastity was breath taking as she shyly stripped for me. I saw her lovely round and firm grapefruit size breasts with pink areolas and upturned nipples for the first time.

Chastity has curves in all the right places. As I got close to her, I could smell the musky sweet dampness of her womanhood. 

I buried my hands in her soft thick blonde hair as I kissed her sweet lips.

******************************

We were finally naked together. Matthew's cock was huge. 

I was afraid that he would tear me apart if he fucked me; was that what he had in mind?

I was not surprised to see that Matthew was shaved down there, completely hairless, like a male porn star, or some of the men in the erotic stories that I love to read so when the time came, I was ready to please Matthew; was I ready now....would he just take me. 

Matthew buried his hands in my hair and kissed my lips. I could feel the wetness between my legs and my nipples were hard and erect.

"My husband?" I whispered as I kissed him back.

"Your husband is a weak fool, Chastity. Remain married to him if it is any comfort to you, but you are mine. You were mine from the first moment we met. 

Your submissive sexuality compliments my dominant one. You will be my submissive lover and yearn for my touch, and then I will take you beyond even that. 

Search your heart, you know what I say is true. I can smell your wetness, Chastity."

Matthew was caressing my pussy,"Have you ever had a man eat you out, Chastity? Do you know the tastes and delicious pleasure of oral sex?"

I stood there, shaking my head as the incredible sensation and guilty pleasure of having my pussy stroked by a man other than my husband went through me. 

Electrical currents of pleasure were coursing through my body as he continued.

"I'm sure that you realize you have been groomed for this, pretty Chastity. Mary has played a small part and will play a part still.

Your pussy is plump and sweet," he said, tasting his fingers,"how long has it been since your clitoris has been touched by a man?"

What am I thinking? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to lick your cunt, little slut? You really don't have a choice.

I am amazed and delighted how easily you are aroused."

I could feel myself starting to orgasm at his touch, " Not yet," Matthew said quietly, He stopped to lick his fingers before grabbing my hair and pulling my head back to look in my blue eyes, long hair has it's uses as you shall soon see. 

Look into the eyes of your Master, Chastity. Look into the eyes of the man who will make you his luscious willing slut.

I'm going to sent you back to your husband this evening well fucked and satisfied....but not yet. Your face is flushed, your pussy dripping with desire and I want some photos of you this way for your album. It shall be gold, the color of your hair, as Mary's is silver. 

Do you understand now, pretty Chastity, my pretty baby face slut?"

"Yes, Matthew."

Matthew picked up his camera, "I want you to play with yourself while I capture it on film." 

I felt my face get hot. I was mildly embarrassed but I knew it would please him... please me. I was not the same woman he hired...I was coming to terms with my sexuality.

It was not like we were out in public or anything; it was just Matthew and me. Besides all of that, I was horny just looking at him. 

Matthew snapped several series of pictures, stopping frequently to kiss my lips or blow on the back of my neck. He was whispering words of encouragement calling me his pretty slut. 

He was standing behind me caressing my breasts and nipples as I started to orgasm. My pussy was dripping with my sweet juices as I had my first little orgasm, and wanting more.....'This couldn't be it,' I was thinking, 'Matthew said I was going to be well fucked and sent back to my husband well satisfied.'

"Excellent, Chastity, excellent. You are incredibly sexy and enchantingly beautiful," Matthew said, holding me gently and kissing my lips, "You play with yourself so nicely. I'm very pleased with your progress thus far," he kissed me again.

"You were born to please the right man. You were also born to be treasured and nurtured. Do you want to please me Chastity? 

Are you ready to wear my collar and do you know what that means?"

"Yes, Matthew."

"On your knees, girl....very good. Put your hands behind you back....good. Shake your head so that your hair partially covers your face...you are a natural, pretty Chastity. Do not move from this spot."

Matthew left the room and returned shortly, "Lift your hair off your neck," he said standing above me looking down as I lifted my long blonde hair.

"This 4 mm rope necklace is made from polished titanium. It is very strong and weighs practically nothing. It shall be your collar. 

Most Masters will use a common dog's collar from a pet shop or online sex store with a machine engraved brass placard attached proclaiming their ownership. 

That is so banal and trite, especially the wealthy ones...they have the unimaginative souls of plebeians while pretending to be kings despite their education and wealth. 

I had this made especially for you, Chastity. It is jewelry quality and you will wear it to remind you that you are mine. 

What makes your collar unique is the locket incorporated into the collar, it can't be removed. It is actually a miniature lock. The mechanism uses three spring loaded copper beryllium pins; triangular, round and square. 

All three must be pushed simultaneously with one of two keys. You will not be able to easily remove it.

Do you notice the raised cameo carving of a woman's profile with her hair up on the locket? 

The photo was taken of you at the company Christmas party. I'm sure you will agree the engravers rendering is very precise and lifelike. 

The stone opposite your cameo is a 4 carat round cut blue sapphire 

I tried very hard to match the color of your blue eyes. The stone pales in comparison. 

Matthew locked my slave collar in place...."Go into the bathroom and look if you wish."

I practically ran to the bathroom while Matthew leisurely followed, giving me time to admire it. I was wondering what my husband would think if he knew I was collared. 

But he wouldn't know... he wouldn't even guess. Donald lacked the imagination. My clever Master put his arms around me and rubbed my flat tummy, he knows me so well. I looked at our reflections in the mirror, thinking, 'it was obvious we are meant for each other.'

I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me as I read the writing on the reverse side out loud to him, "I am Chastity, Matthew's woman." 

"Yes, that's right, my woman. Bend forward and brace yourself on the sink vanity. If you will pardon the expression, I'm going to throw a good fucking into you." 

Matthew entered me, pushing slowly, making me gasp and moan. He stretched my tight cunt until I could feel his balls

caressing my ass cheeks. It seemed that Matthew's porn star cock filled my entire uterus. 

I started to orgasm immediately, squirming

from side-to-side when he suddenly pulled out, slapping my ass, sharply,"Not yet, my pretty slut." 

Matthew started to lightly slap my pussy as he stroked my clitoris with his fingers until I was literally begging.

"Who are you, pretty Chastity?"

"I'm your slut."

"Who did you say you were?"

"I'm your pretty slut. Please fuck me hard."

Matthew started fucking me slowly; in and out, in and out, bringing me to the brink several times before I was allowed my second orgasm. 

Just as it peaked, his thrusting became more forceful and his cock seemed even bigger and harder as his balls spanked my ass. Amazed, I felt the beginning of another orgasm building. 

Matthew was spanking my ass just hard enough to sting, enhancing our love making. I was moaning loudly watching in the mirror as he fucked me. 

Matthew was pulling my hair as he thrust lustily, impaling me with his hard cock. The only noise he was making was the short intake of his breaths. 



I was overwhelmed as my third massive orgasm burned through me. I was like the parched yellow-brown grass on endless miles of a drought ridden prairie......endless years of lack of affection and support from my husband. 

It was like a sexual cleansing as all doubts about me and my new relationship with Matthew disappeared. I was ready for the fresh green sprouts of new growth and life.

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I could have sworn I felt Chastity's last orgasm as she was squirming and panting.

I noticed Chastity enjoys having her hair pulled. It was obvious how turned on she became when I spanked her ass and pussy, and this was only the beginning. 



In addition to all of that, I was immensely impressed with the charcoal drawings of the black squirrels, although I was distracted by thoughts of pummeling Chastity's husband out of general principle. An open hand would do, the dunce didn't deserve a closed fist. I didn't share these thoughts with her.

I surprised Chastity by having the two charcoal drawings matted and framed. I hung them in my office behind my desk.

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Matthew again held me gently in his arms while he kissed me.

"I was considering showering together but I have a better idea, can you swim?"

"Yes, my mother started me in swimming classes when I was five."

"Great, meet me down by the dock and go as you are. I will gather some towels and whatever else we will need and meet you there. 

Now scoot........."

I went down to the dock, sitting on the end with my feet in the water until Matthew came down with our towels and clothes.

They were wrapped in towels and he was rolling a huge black rubber truck tire inner tube in front of him. It was large enough for two people, and when he reached the end of the dock where I was sitting, threw it into the pond.

"The swans are quite tame. I got them used to me when they were cygnets," and with that Matthew dove in naked with me right behind him. 

Although we couldn't get close enough to the swans to touch them, they allowed us to get quite close. We swam side- by side with the swans and then we raced to the inner tube and I won.

We floated in the tube for awhile hugging and kissing, it was nice. 

After our swim we toweled off and dressed. After that we went underneath the trees to lie in a large double hammock stretched between two of them.

I was a little chilly so we wrapped up in a cotton blanket; we cuddled until I was warm, falling asleep to nap for an hour or so to wake up starving. 

This time I helped Matthew cook. We roasted vegetables on the grill; Matthew cooked himself a steak. We had a tossed salad, the bean salad from lunch; we had roasted potatoes and more fresh baked bread. 

We finished the fruit salad for dessert, and finally.....we shared the last piece of dark chocolate, each taking a bite and then kissing.

We ended back on the hammock sharing the cotton blanket and looking up at the star filled sky until it was time to go.

I didn't want to leave, but my husband would be leaving his mother's house about now. Donald always went there first after he was released from jail....mommy would feed and baby him. 

I arrived home first and went straight to bed. I was looking forward to work tomorrow and seeing Matthew. 

I lay in bed for awhile, hugging my pillow and pretending it was him....I tried to guess what he meant by "some modifications" until I drifted off to sleep.....

End of Chapter One.