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Tigress to Kitty Ch. 01

By: beagle9690



Author's notes: When Aaron refers to Pamela as darling, the g is silent. It was difficult to select a category for this story. There are elements of Romance, D/s, NonConsent Reluctance. In order to submit, I had to chose one. 



As I sit here reading her laptop diary, my submissive lover has been standing in the corner for almost an hour. Pamela's buttocks are freshly spanked because I caught her masturbating in the bathtub without permission. She has five minutes left in the corner and then she will finish getting ready for dinner. 

Pamela is a store manager with a large grocery chain and is 10 years my senior having just turned forty today.  I am an independent painting contractor and sometimes jack-of-all-trades preferring to do residential houses or small businesses and I always work alone.

"May I come out of the corner now, Master?" She asked, meekly. "I'm sorry for disobeying a mandate and I promise to be a good girl." 

From the beginning Pamela wanted to address me as Master. However Master seems so trite and overused and I am not in to titles. Persistent, my beautiful Pamela wore me down and we compromised; a very minor concession on my part. Master in private and Sir when in public with both being contingent and proper for the situation. Sir is a title of respect and is good for all occasions including when we are out in public and for Pamela it holds a special meaning. When we were first together it was a little awkward for Pamela, she being chronologically older then I, although not at all in appearance. 

After a year's time, Master still flows easily and lovingly from her luscious, generous lips and it seems that Pam just can't get enough kisses from me. Not that I find this annoying, I rather enjoy her intimate kisses and touches as well as her total obedience in our private life. Master has become a term of endearment for her towards me; like honey or sweetheart. I do not interfere with Pamela's career or the day-to-day operations of the store except on occasion to remind her of her submission. When I correct her in public it is nothing overt or obvious. Pamela is certainly aware of it and hates when I correct her that way. Although on some level she enjoys it hence her submission to me. As well as the hot loving making afterwards when she returns from work. 

The people working under her have benefited from our relationship. Especially since the employee's July weekend hotdog fundraisers held outside the store for their annual Christmas party. In the past Pamela always delegated this task to one of her Assistant Managers. 

At the last one I worked side-by-side with Pamela selling hotdogs, soda and chips, a gesture of good will by management on her part. Several people working there told me privately that they never saw her so relaxed or happy and to keep up the good work. Pamela had the reputation for being overbearing, a bit of a shrew when angry.... the Ice Queen. After she hired me to paint the inside and outside of her house I would have concurred, at first. 

"You may, but first come here." I ordered, putting the laptop to one side. She rushed over and knelt by the easy chair I was sitting in. "You know better than that, little girl!" I sternly admonished. 

"Yes Master, I know better, I'm sorry?"

"If I catch you masturbating again without my permission your hair will be in pigtails at work for an entire week, Ms. Rogers, Executive Manager. 

"Please Aaron, I hate when you do that to me; people won't take me seriously." 

"Nevertheless you have me now and I will take care those needs and desires." I then buried my hands in her damp hair and kissed her luscious lips. 

I stood up and stretched. "I don't care where we go for dinner tonight as long as I can get a big rare charbroiled steak."

I don't drink at all because it dulls the senses. Pamela will have one glass of red or white wine with dinner on special occasions which is fine with me. 

"May I suck on your cock?" She asked, putting her head on my lap. I touched her beautiful face and caressed it lightly with my hand. "You may, my love, my naughty Lady....after another hour in the corner."

"Aaron!" She exclaimed, lifting her head to look at me.

"I'm teasing, darling. You know you are never punished without good reason. Have I ever abused you?"

"No Master, you have always have kept your word to me about everything. I've never had to use my safe word except once, which I regret." She said, touching her sore bottom and wincing. "And I never shall again because I know that you love me." And she put her head back on my lap. "But the spanking stung and now I'm so horny....after all, I am your cock slave."

"You love titles, darling, Master and slave; for me it is enough that you are my submissive lover. I have always contended that your imagination and intellect compliments you, Pamela, my love. We have our little compromises because you always keep your word as well...aside from some minor naughty behaviors." I wrapped my hands in her long damp hair tugging. "Start with your tongue, slave and look in my eyes when you are licking."

I slid my boxer shorts off and got comfortable in the chair. "Yes that's right. Lick the entire shaft................Marvelous. Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip. Very good that feels wonderful. Start sucking, good..........yes....ah, yes, you are doing fine. You have such beautiful eyes darling, such beautiful eyes.......

I exploded in her mouth and my orgasm was incredible and so was Pamela who swallowed every bit of my come and licked me clean, giving my stomach a playful raspberry when she finished. Pamela truly is a cock slave and I have never met a woman like her who enjoyed giving head as much as she does, the only time that I allow her to masturbate. I got out of my chair and helped her to her feet, gave her an affectionate hug and said. 

"I have laid out your clothing for you and I want to see lots of curls in your hair. If you are extra good I may let you go down on me again when we get back and perhaps allow you an orgasm later this evening...now scoot!" I gave her ass a little slap for good measure and sent her on her way.

How did I meet Pamela? We have been together for a little more than a year. Let me go back to page one of her laptop diary and then between the two of us our story will unfold: 

"Good morning, this is Aaron Bronson. How may I help you?"

"Good morning Mr. Bronson, my name is Pamela Rogers and I'm calling to get an estimate to have my house painted. You come highly recommended which is good because I am very particular about my home."

"Yes, Ma'am, what time would be convenient for you?"

"I'm calling from work at Deluxe Foods on Woodcrest Avenue. I am the Executive Manager there." Pamela let the title hang in the air before continuing. "Please drop your resume off at my office no later than 8:00 a.m. for me to look over. I will meet you at my home at 6:00 PM sharp."

"Ms. Rogers, I.... Pamela interrupted and gave me her home address and then dismissed me with a curt "good day." I was thinking, "Is this woman for real, a resume?" 

I arrived early to look the house over, a large Victorian at the top of a hill. I was waiting in her driveway when she arrived. As she got out of her red Mercedes with her briefcase Pamela was frowning and looked angry. 

I sighed and then went over to introduce myself holding out my hand for her to shake which she declined, saying. "Mr. Bronson, we agreed that you would drop your resume off for me to read."

"No, Ms. Rogers, I did not agree to that at all. You assumed that I would bring you one and you cut me off before I had the chance to tell you my work is my resume."

"I don't like your tone, Aaron; do you talk to all of your employers this way?" She announced, glaring at me. 

"As I recall, Pamela, you called me." I replied firmly and I was thinking, what beautiful eyes she has, like a cat or a tiger. "I am not one of your.... what's the politically correct word for subordinates these days... oh yes, associates. I am not one of them." 

"Are you intimidated by strong women, Mr. Bronson? That would explain your attitude." She asked, taking a step forward in challenge. 

"Do you mean strong women like Wonder Woman and her Lasso of Truth?" I said stepping forward until we were almost nose to nose. I was looking into those beautiful eyes and smiling at her and I wanted to kiss her pursed lips. 

"No! Why would you ask such a stupid question? Are you that obtuse?" She asked angrily. 

I took off my white painters cap and ran my fingers through my hair before putting it back on and answering. "That's a shame, darling, because you didn't put your Mercedes in park and it is rolling backwards down your driveway. A golden lasso would be handy right about now."

Pamela's Mercedes rolled halfway down the driveway ending up against the thick stands pines and ground ivy planted on the hillside by previous owners to prevent soil erosion. 

"Well don't just stand there!" She exclaimed, dropping her brief case and running down the hill after her car and quite gracefully at that. 

Not saying a word I got in my truck and drove past her and then parked in front of her Mercedes. Fortunately for her I had an electric wench mounted below the brush guard on my truck and I was able to pull the Mercedes out with little trouble. Pamela walked over to my truck as I was getting ready to leave and I rolled the window down. 

"I owe you an apology, Mr. Bronson." I just smiled at her not saying a thing. I was undressing her with my eyes and Pamela knew it. "I want to thank you for pulling me out of the ditch." I remained silent letting her squirm and still wanting to kiss her. "I'm sure that you will agree that it was a miscommunication between the two of us."

I got out of my truck, closed the door and said. "To the contrary, I do not agree. We both know where we stand and you are welcome." 

"Are you always this difficult... so hard to handle, Mr. Bronson?" Pamela said, smiling for the first time, and I definitely wanted to kiss her then. 

"Always, and no I am not intimidated by strong women especially pretty ones that smile so nicely. Frankly Ma'am I don't believe that you can handle me."

"Then I'll take that as a challenge, Sir." She replied, extending her hand for me to shake and I took it. Pamela had a firm, strong handshake, excellent, and now she was checking me out. She was squeezing firmly and I could tell that she was quite strong and was holding back....interesting. The tigress had pulled back her claws.

"And you are quite cocky for such a young man. My best guess is that you are not much more then twenty-five? Will you please give me an estimate now that we are properly introduced and I insist on paying for the tow?"

"Yes for the estimate, and no for the tow." 

"I insist. May we at least negotiate the tow, perhaps compromise, Aaron?" 

"Well, perhaps there is something, a minor gratuity in consideration for the tow, Pamela."

"See! We can agree on something and I will return the favor."

"If you will show me the house I can get started and then you will have my answer at 8:00 a.m. sharp along with your written and detailed estimate..............

Pamela wrote: I still see no harm in asking for a resume and I am sure that if he had one it would generate more business for him. At least he was presentable.... no, make that more than presentable. Clean white pants, white polo shirt, tucked in and a white painters cap, and he was wearing a black belt and black shoes; a very good first impression actually....he smells like peppermint. When he smiled, dimples, he has dimples in his cheeks and blue eyes, plus he is so tall, taller than me. His thick unruly hair is so blond. Nordic is the word, like a big strong Viking. He was undressing me with his eyes and they were like hot blue flames and he knew that I was aware of it, how bold of him.

Aaron could have been more reasonable and cooperative. On the other hand when he pulled my car out he didn't laugh at me or rub my nose in it. Aside from being cocky and blunt he was more or less polite while he was checking me out...I wonder? How interesting, he wouldn't accept money for the tow but he must want something.... hmm? 

The following morning when I walked into her office, Pamela was dressed almost the same as yesterday, navy blue slacks to match her fitted navy blue jacket, a ruffled white blouse, tan stockings and black pumps. Pamela dresses this way, businesslike and conservative to be imposing, accentuating her height of six-three at about 160 pounds. She must have magnificent legs hiding underneath those pants. 

I meant it when I said that she was a pretty woman; no make that a beautiful woman. Pamela's long dark blond hair was pulled away from her face quite severely and fixed in a braided chignon. Today she had a red silk scarf was wrapped around her chignon, perfect. Her golden brown eyes were taking me in again and she reminded of a tigress ready to pounce. 

I handed Pamela the estimate and she invited me to sit down with her over a cup coffee. We discussed the details and then made small talk to feel each other out. Finally, I stood up and we shook hands sealing the deal with her personal check for a third down. As I was walking out the door she asked. "About the tow, have you made a decision, Mr. Bronson?" 

"You strike me a Lady of your word, Ms. Rogers. I am not being condensing. I mean what I say and I speak my mind which is why I prefer to work alone. If you find me cocky, or blunt or difficult so be it. You hired me just the same and you did agree to return the favor. I enjoy looking at beautiful women, and you are a beautiful woman, Pamela. Please take your hair down."

"You want me to take my hair down?" She asked, looking a bit surprised and then quickly regained her composure and said, "I hope you are joking, Aaron."

"It's a simple enough request. Do strong, blunt men intimidate you, Ms. Rogers? Do you still think that you can handle me?"

"Touché, Mr. Bronson and with that being said you may look but do not touch." And then she walked past me to lock her office door, locking me in the tiger's den. 

Pamela took the scarf from her hair and laid it on the desk. The hairpins came next as she unwrapped her long braid letting it drop down past the middle of her shoulder blades. She then turned her back to me and took the braid out leaving a silky and wavy ponytail that I wanted to stroke and wrap my hand around in the worst way. Finally, Pamela took then elastic band from her ponytail and shook her head letting her long blond hair fall to her trim waist. She turned to face me and was smiling. 

"I believe that I have met my obligation to our compromise and I hope that I fulfilled your little fantasy?" And then Pamela got close and put her fingers like a cat's claw on a scratching post and lightly raked them down my chest, stopping at my belt and then lightly touching my groin and feeling my erection and she was smiling. "Young men are so transparent and predictable." She announced assuredly. 

I picked up her silk scarf from the table and folded it from corner to corner before tying it around my neck. "Thank you for the scarf. Silk is much smoother and softer then the red cotton bandanas I normally wear. 

"What do you mean thank you for the scarf? If all you wanted was the scarf why not just ask for it? Why did you make me take my hair down?"

"Make you? I said feigning surprise. I did not make you do anything darling. You did that on your own. Closing and locking the door to keep me from escaping was a nice touch. And at the expense of sounding bold your performance was quite erotic. I so enjoy watching a beautiful woman take her long hair down." 

"But I thought?" 

"You thought what, Ms. Rogers? Oh, I see, you assumed that I find you sexy and desirable, how interesting. From the inferences you have made about my age you led me to believe that a mature Lady like you would never be interested in toddler like me. You were toying with me, my little fantasy as you put it."

"It was a miscommunication, I'm sure that you can agree on that, at the very least to save us both embarrassment?"

"A miscommunication you say? I say a politically correct retreat. I am not the least embarrassed and there was no miscommunication, you were flirting. You were flirting and you were doing it nicely. I obviously enjoyed it and so did you. Unfortunately for me you said look but do not touch and I withdraw from the field. However I would love to touch your silky hair, Pamela."

"Again, thank you for the red scarf. Although now that I have it next to my skin I am sure that it pales in comparison to how soft and silky your hair must feel. Now that I have seen it unbound I would rather experience your hair caressing my neck, face and chest as it caresses yours." As I reached the door I unlocked and then opened it before turning to face her. "For the record, darling, I'm thirty and you assumed right. Good day." I left her looking totally beautifully bewildered.

The following Monday I started scraping on the outside. The Victorian was 2 1/2 stories with a tremendous amount of gingerbread work to scrape or repair. In some sections I had to fabricate and replace rotted or damaged wood. Pamela wanted everything restored original to the nineteen eighties and even though she was good for the money she was a bit of a pain in the ass. She questioned everything, making suggestions or changes from day to day. It is a good thing that I didn't buy the paint ahead of time because the color scheme changed each time I revealed a new layer of layer of oil or latex paint.

I was on my second week of scarping when I discovered a carpenter bee's nest in the wall where the inside staircase went to the second story. The bees were going in and out of the dry rotted wood frame of the beautiful stained glass octagon window common to houses of that period. 

I telephoned Pamela at work and apprised her of the situation. "I am going to have to kill the bees before I can get the window out. Don't worry, Ms. Rogers, I have run into this problem before and I have the equipment. There will be no charge if you bring me a large Genoa Salami sub with extra meat, provolone cheese, lettuce, onion, tomato, hot peppers, roasted peppers, Italian dressing on the side, and a quart bottle of skim milk." "Do you want a nipple on your bottle of milk?" She said laughing. 

"Touché, darling." I replied in turn and laughing along with her. "Thank you Sir, it's nice to score a point for a change." 

"You are welcome. The bees should be dead by the time you get home tomorrow and then I will remove the window. The replacement parts for my high lift are finally in and it will be out of the repair shop tonight. If you like I will take you up on the high lift tomorrow and show you." 

I was on a ladder chalking the opposite side of the house and letting the insecticide do its work when I saw her red Mercedes in the distance. I climbed down and then went inside to use the bathroom and to wash my hands. I was thinking that Pamela was taking an awful long time to get into the house with my sub as I heard her scream. I ran outside to find that she had put one of my ladders up against the house and climbed up to look at the window not wanting to wait for my high lift. Instead of putting the ladder to the side she put on the windowsill causing the sill to give way and shift and allowing the ladder to slide from underneath which in turn scared the hell out of her. Pamela panicked and was frozen in place being afraid to move or to climb down. "Aaron, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall...ah its slipping!! She screamed "Get me down; Get me down, ah, ah, Aaron!! I grabbed the ladder and held it. "I have the ladder darling; just climb down you will be fine." "I can't, I can't I'm going to fall, get me down Aaron, get me down, ah ah ah ah ah ah..........................


Tigress to Kitty Ch. 01



I let go of the ladder and as I ran to my truck, I shouted. "You'll be fine, darling, don't panic. "Don't leave me!" She screamed and then she closed her eyes and started to hyperventilate. 

I drove my truck inches to the ladder blocking the bottom with the front bumper stabilizing the bottom. Next I took a second ladder and put it beside the one she was on and then tied them together with a coil of nylon rope. I started from the bottom and tied sections of our ladders together as I worked my way up and finished tying when I was standing next to her.

"You are not going to fall, you will be fine. Open your eyes and look at me. Good, now takes some slow deep breathes and relax. You are doing fine; the ladder is stabilized and can't move. Keep looking at me and breathe.... wonderful.... you have such lovely eyes, darling... is that a smile I see, you have a beautiful smile. Don't look down, look at me. You can do this and I will help you. Will you let me help you?" Pamela nodded her head for yes and smiled. "Good, I'll be right here next to you until you are ready and remember slow deep breathes. I'm going to put my hand on your back and I promise that I won't let you fall........................"

I talked Pamela down one step at a time with my hand on her back to assure her and stayed beside her until she reached the bottom rung where she stopped. I could see from the look on her face that she was starting to cry.... good, let her get it out of her system. I jumped to the driveway and put my hands around her waist, picking her up and helping her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground Pamela turned and put her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. The floodgates let loose and she started sobbing and shaking. I held her and rubbed her back. It was nice to hold a tall, substantial woman for a change. Pamela complimented my own height of six foot/ seven inches. 

"It's all right you're safe now and don't be embarrassed because I won't tell anybody. Let yourself have a good cry, darling because I have a feeling that it is long overdue." 

I held her for a long while and when she lifted her head to look at me I then took her hand and brought her into her house. "I must look terrible." She said wiping her face with her hand.

"Yes. But you had a terrible scare and you were crying; that is to be expected. I want you to lie down and take a nap." 

"You really are blunt." She said showing the hint of a smile. "Really, I'm fine, Aaron, I don't need to take a nap."

"You will take a nap, Pamela, even if I have to spank you until you do."

"You wouldn't dare!" She said, looking a bit unsure.... "You would spank me, wouldn't you... what if I called the police? "You won't call the Police, Pamela. This is between the two of us and will always be between the two of us. You felt the connection between us from the very beginning the same as I" 

That was our defining moment. Pamela looked at me for a good minute before she answered as if fighting with herself. "I don't want to be spanked, and you are right I won't call the Police even if you spanked me."

"Good, it is settled then. Let me help you with your shoes and then I will help you off with your jacket." I helped her with them and then said. "Please turn around." Pamela's hair was fixed in a simple loose bun and I started taking the hairpins out and then I slid the elastic band from her ponytail. I arranged her hair over her back and shoulders before putting my hands on her shoulders to gently turn her to face me.

"I am tired now, Aaron, actually I'm exhausted. Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Yes darling, I have a good three hours of daylight and want to get as much work done as possible."

I again took Pamela's hand and led her to the couch in the living room. I helped her lay down and then knelt down beside her. I touched her face gently with my hand and then pushed her long blond hair to one side. "Get some sleep for when you wake up you will be a new woman, my woman?" Finally I brought her wet a dishtowel with ice cubes wrapped inside for her face and to sooth her red from crying eyes before I went outside. 

It was starting to get dark when Pamela came out of the house looking for me. She was barefoot and was wearing baggy sweatpants and a faded and well-worn green sweatshirt with her college logo on the front Pamela's hair was freshly brushed and was loose over her shoulders with the front section pulled away from her face and secured at the back of her head with a large barrette. 

I had just finished my meal and I got up from the front porch steps brushing the crumbs from my clothing. "Well hello, darling, I hope you slept well and by the way thank you for dinner." 

"Aaron, don't you think that I'm too old for you?" 

"To use a cliché, you are as only as young as you feel. You are a beautiful woman, Pamela, tall and substantial with a marvelous figure. Being a vegetarian helps as does your treadmill."

"How did you know that I am a vegetarian?" 

"For one you have no meat in your refrigerator and it is packed with fresh and frozen fruit and vegetables. You have an entire row of books your bookcase on vegetarian cooking only."

"You can easily pass for a much younger woman and as far as I am concerned your life experience, maturity and imagination are a bonus. I have no interest in young immature girls or women and I have had my share of both. Career wise you are very good at what you do and almost always get your way... even with those in corporate above you. You have turned down promotions to stay where you are so that you can restore this house to an era of a simpler time when men and women knew their place in society and were content." 

"You love this house Pamela, and as big of a pain in the ass that you have been it is obvious that you appreciate the care that went into building it and you honor the craftsman that built it by restoring it as it was meant to be."

"You may have your career. I won't interfere, Ms. Rogers. Your house, your car your money they are yours for you earned them. I want Pamela the woman and I will have you on my terms because that is what you want as well. Turn around and face away from me." I quietly commanded. 

Pamela turned and stood perfectly still. I put my arms around her trim waist and then kissed her cheek, putting my face next to hers so that I could feel her hair on my face and neck. "I saw the naughty websites, chat rooms, and message boards saved in your favorites on your lap top. I know what your fantasies and fetishes are and what you want and what you need, little girl. And I have read the stories you wrote about submissive women, one in particular, "Carmen the Cock Slave". That got a very good rating and many positive public comments praising it. You blush so nicely darling and it is very noticeable with your fair complexion."

Pamela wrote: He had me blushing like a young girl and my face felt hot and I was embarrassed and loving it. I could feel Aaron's hard cock pressing up against me and it felt huge. Would he make me his cock slave now? Carmen could only orgasm with a cock in her mouth and I never had a cock in mine. What does his taste like?

"Do you want to be my cock slave, Ms. Rogers?" I was too flustered to answer him, can you believe that, me? "Cat got your tongue darling, or should I say tiger? Do you still think that you can handle me?"

"No, Sir." I whispered

"Good answer, little girl, very good answer." As beagle9690 wrote in "Amish No More", "You do not have permission to speak........................." 

I put my hand at the base of my throat as if I was Minerva or Sarah and I nodded my head, acknowledging that I understood him.

"Because of what just transpired between us I will be out of town most of the day tomorrow to tie up some loose ends. I'll stop at the store to see you before I leave. Now for a few mandates, I prefer skirts and dresses on women and on you in particular. You have magnificent legs, darling; I have seen you run so why hide them." Aaron took my shoulders and turned me to face him. "Do you shave your pussy, Pamela?" I shook my head for no, wanting to get down on my knees and suck on his cock. "I want everything shaved from the neck down and by everything, everything better be slick and smooth. As for your pussy twice a day should suffice. Do you remember what happened in to Carmen the cock slave when her master found stubble on her pubis Mon?" 

I nodded yes. Of course I remembered, I wrote it. Wolf, Carmen's Master, cut Carmen's beautiful, long gold blond hair brutally short with the scissors and threatened to shave her head and keep her permanently bald if it happened again. I loved my long hair and to fantasize about having it done to someone else was one thing and to have it done to me was another.

"The rules have changed darling and I am back on the field and you are kneeling on the ground at my feet. When I return tomorrow it will be look and touch and taste." He kissed me again, this time on the mouth and he tasted like peppermint. I didn't want his kisses to end.

Aaron let go of me and walked away leaving me quivering with desire for him, my God how I wanted him to stay. He was at his truck when I remembered I still didn't have permission to speak; he must have forgotten to tell me? I ran after him down the driveway and he turned smiling...he didn't forget.

I stopped and put my hand at the base of my throat, smiling and looking down as is proper. He held my chin with his thumb and forefinger and gently lifted my head to look into my eyes and said. "Yes, you may speak." I put my arms around his neck and I hugged him crying happy tears now and it felt so good and I was so horny. Aaron buried his hands in my hair and kissed my mouth as no man had ever kissed me before and I thought his first two kisses were wonderful but this was one was even better. 

Not that I have been kissed by many men. Actually just one; we were teenagers and he was drunk and was groping me roughly while sticking his tongue in my mouth...yuck. I haven't had a boyfriend since my senior in high school because of my tunnel vision to achieve my career goals. My sexual outlet is masturbation fueled by unrealistic fantasies from what I read and write. With masturbation I have complete control as does everyone. Now everything is happing so fast and spontaneously. I am totally out of control and loving it.... what an idea for a story this would make. 

"I really have to go, my beautiful Lady, remember what I told you."

After he left I drove to the drugstore to purchase new hi-tech razors and shaving cream, shampoos and conditioners, plus everything else I could think of to make myself even more beautiful for my Master. I might have gone a little overboard because I put almost $400.00 on my credit card and I didn't care because it was for him. 

I showered in tepid water washing my hair twice and then gave myself leave-in hot oil conditioner followed by putting on a shower cap so that I could take a long soak in a hot bathtub and pleasure myself. I filled the tub with hot water, added some vanilla scented bath oil and lit some vanilla scented candles. This is my daily routine except for the hot oil treatment which I do once a month and I change the scents to suit my moods. Normally I use my regular conditioners after washing my hair and use tepid water to wash out the conditioner.

I was relaxing in the tub just thinking, thinking about him and getting aroused while imagining what it would be like to suck on his cock. All the men in my stories had long thick ones that were eight inches long or better and everyone knows that does not happen in real life. I was cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples, I have such sensitive nipples and have no one to suck on them... well now I do, oh God this feels so good and I am so naughty. Mother first caught me masturbating when I was ten years old and there was hell to pay. 

She told me that I was dirty and naughty and I got a terrible spanking; that was not the end of it. I had long blond waist length curls in those days and mother dressed me up like a little doll in frilly dresses and such. My hair was a much lighter then, being a golden blond that has since darkened with age. After my spanking Mother made me change into jeans and a tee shirt and took me to her hairdresser to have my waist length curls shorn from my head. When we arrived I was marched to the chair and made to sit down. Mother then talked quietly to Donna. I was left with a terrible short boy's haircut. It was quite short on the sides and back, about half an inch long and was tapered down with the clippers too about an eighth of an inch at my hairline. 

My beautiful hair was shorn down on the crown to 2 inches long and then brutally thinned with the thinning shears. Finally, Donna wet it down with water followed by a dab of hair cream and then parted it on the right to no avail; I looked like a tall gangly boy with wild cowlicks. Before she removed the cape Donna leaned forward and whispered. "I'm so sorry, honey." Mother then waited an hour for the next opening and read magazines. She then had Donna trim the ends of her mid- back length curly red hair. I was made to stand in the corner in front of the other stylist and customers as further punishment adding to my shame and humiliation: nobody know why I was given such a haircut, at least I will give Mother that.

She dragged me out of the hairdressers and then hissed at me in the parking lot by the car. "If you want to act like a dirty boy you can damn well look like one, Princess? Just remember that I'm the Queen and it is time for you to grow up!" Mother then gave her head a toss followed my smoothing down her long red curls and was smiling. 

My Daddy called me that, Princess. He left Mother for a younger, mild mannered woman. His new wife, Jenny is rather plain but is so sweet and such a dear. She is not a beautiful woman like my Mother. 

I received short haircuts from that time on, although not as severe as the first, every six weeks until my junior year of high school when I started to grow my hair out defying my Mother. Then my full scholarships allowed me to move out and to attend college where I was finally out from under her thumb. 

God this feels so good and Aaron is so handsome, he makes me giddy when he kisses me. Yes, Pamela that's it, use your fingers on your plump little clit, oh I can wait to see him tomorrow...mmm... I'm coming....................

I was nodding off in the tub thinking about Aaron, he also said that we would be lovers as well; lovers.... then my cell phone rang. I reached for my cell phone annoyed at the intrusion but hopeful that the call was from Aaron. Perhaps my Master was calling to tell me that he was spending the night, what a naughty girl I was thinking that, my Master, as I hugged myself. 

"Hello Pamela, this is John. The coolers in dairy are down and I have shifted some things to frozen and shifted the rest where there was room. Do you have further instructions?" 

John was one of my Assistant Managers with an open schedule and he works various shifts. John is in his sixties and is a clothes hound always dressing to the nines favoring bright colored shirts and ties. He is also an avowed bachelor and he treats me like a younger sister. He is a very competent man and knows my store inside and out.

As to the reason for the late phone call, I suppose that I do micromanage a bit. But damn it, my store is the top rated store with the highest sales volume in three states. Nobody complains when the Ice Queen gives them their bi-yearly bonuses. Shivering, I turned on the hot water to reheat my bath and slip down further into the tub before I answered.

"No, I'm sure that you can handle things without me and I won't be coming down tonight. Thank you for calling but it wasn't necessary. You are more than capable of handling things without me and I'm lucky to have you."

"Pamela, are you feeling all right?" "Yes, Johnny, I feel absolutely wonderful." I replied, wishing that I was talking to Aaron and hoping that he still might call. "Well... thanks for the compliment." He said a little surprised. "I will tell you more about it at our managers meeting tomorrow."

After I hung up I checked the screen on my cell phone and it was later then I thought. I started shaving my legs and then under my arms and shaved twice wanting everything perfect for him. I was a little nervous about shaving my pussy having never done that before. Aaron said that he wanted it smooth and slick...I started with the scissors cutting off the bulk of my hairy bush. Next I lathered it well and shaved my pussy twice with a women's four-blade razor and then checked with a hand mirror for any stray hairs. Finding none I rinsed well in cool water to close the pores and then applied a soothing balm. 

Finally, I blow-dried my hair damp and then stood in front of the full length mirror behind my bedroom door. I ran my hands over smooth Pubis Mons and I was smiling pleased with the results. It felt wonderful and I felt so much cleaner as I admired my reflection; I did have a nice figure. I contemplated why I never thought of shaving down there before, I wrote about other women doing or ordered to do it. Was I really a beautiful woman, of course I was, Aaron said so and blunt has its advantages. 

I am certainly a healthy woman living a clean vegetarian lifestyle. I keep fit with yoga and my elliptical tread mill. I ran my hand over my tight stomach and then stroked my breasts. I watched my nipples harden.... I was most certainly a horny one. 

Horny or not I had a store to run with an early meeting with my assistant managers tomorrow. Fortunately, after everything that happened to me today I had no trouble falling asleep that night and my dreams were many and pleasant, particularly the last one. The dream I awoke from as my alarm went off the following morning....coincidence, I think not...a portent, perhaps. 

I was on my diamond throne; a throne carved from a perfect blue white diamond, cold and hard...the throne of the Ice Queen. It caught the light from the many beeswax candles high above in the chandeliers bathing me in its soft light and illuminating my regal and imperious countenance. My tiger skin cloak was draped over my shoulders, covering my nakedness. I was holding court over my obedient and loyal subjects.

Suddenly there was a defending boom followed by more as the massive iron bound doors to the throne room shook from the repeated blows of a battering ram or the iron shod hooves of a warhorse. My subjects fled in terror to the far corners of the throne room as my armored knights rushed to reinforce the door.

It was time; I sensed it in my dream as the formidable black paladin's ebony warhorse burst through the doors rearing up on its hind legs. The stallion's front feet rang on the stone floor as they came down. Those forceful blows caused the doors to be partially blasted from their hinges and the force of them opening scattered my dandy knights as if they were animated playing cards. The rogue knight sitting on this magnificently hung beast of war was dressed in battered and scarred black armor. He dismounted and walked towards me and I rose to meet him his challenge, convinced that I could handle him.

I could not see his face through his visor and he pushed past me to stand before my diamond throne. "Your reign is over, Ice Queen." He announced, as I followed him and then stood beside him, now unsure. He then snatched my tiger skin from me and placed it over his shoulders, leaving me naked. "You may have it back when you learn to be a good kitty." Then in one fluid motion drew the long two-handed bastard sword from the scabbard hanging on his back. He smote with his blade shattering my diamond throne into a million shards that melted as if they were ice to a hot blue flame and with my throne so did my heart......................




Tigress to Kitty Ch. 01



I was up early to dress nicely for him, for my Master, and I selected a dark grey summer weight wool knee length skirt and matching jacket. I added my signature white blouse, selecting one with a ruffled front and then black stockings and black pumps. I carefully applied my makeup, paying special attention to my eyes and then I put my hair up in a loose bun...finally off to work and my managers meeting. 

We have our meetings in the café located in the store next to the delicatessen. John roped off our small section for the eight of us to have our meeting over coffee or tea. We were well into the spoilage inventory when a tall man wearing a scarred and well worn black motorcycle jacket approached our section. He was also wearing black jeans, boots and a black helmet with a full mirrored face shield and we couldn't see his face. He stepped between the chrome posts and over the green velvet rope.

John stood up to confront him and was blocking him from approaching further. He looked like a bantam rooster challenging a bear. The stranger towered over John's five-foot/two-inches. "This is a private meeting, Sir; please step back behind the barrier." 

"Request denied." The man replied. 

"Sir, there is no need to be difficult, may I help you with something?"

"No, I'm here to see the Ice Queen." Aaron replied, removing his helmet and smiling. Things got very quiet then with the Ice Princess spoken openly. 

"It's ok, John, I've been expecting him." I said, getting out of my chair and walking to them.

Aaron handed his helmet to John while gently pushing him out of the way and John quietly took it unsure now how to react to the situation....you could hear a pin drop and Mary from produce and Sarah from health food were smiling. 

Aaron put his right hand my waist and his left arm behind my back and bent me backwards as he kissed me squarely on the lips like the sailor kissed the girl in white in the famous photograph called V - J Day first published in the 1945 Life magazine. He did it right in front of everybody and I felt my face getting warm and my heart was melting like in the dream...did I love him? "Good morning, darling, can I have a word with you please."

Then Aaron let go of me and turned and introduced himself to everyone as my friend. He shook their hands and was smiling. He can be so charming when he wants to be. He made Mary and Sarah smile even more as they checked him out. I caught the knowing glance between the two of them as they looked at me. "Would you please excuse us, folks, I won't keep her long." Aaron took his helmet from John and then took his Lady's arm, mine, and we walked to the store's florist shop. 

Aaron removed a red rose from the bucket in the refrigerated display case and then handed Cindy the floral assistant in charge five dollars which more than enough to cover the cost. He removed a Cold Steel Voyager folding knife from jacket pocket and cut the stem before putting the rose in my hair. Cindy just stood there with her mouth open...good; it was my turn to give a little show. 

I put my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth, his kisses were so good, yum, peppermint. "Where is your horse, Peppermint Knight?" I asked. 

"It is parked outside my Lady." He replied, laughing. "I'm surprised that you know the biker slang for a motorcycle is a horse."

"I don't, but I would love to see your black horse nevertheless."

"How did you know it is black...............................? 

Now for my two cents; as I said I am a jack of all trades and I do enjoy the company of women, one or two or more at the same time. I told Pamela that I was going to Syracuse to tie up some loose ends and not getting specific with Pamela, saying that I would see her at eight that evening. I was a bit of a rogue then; well.... I suppose I still am to a degree. 

The loose end was to terminate an affair with Susan, a very wealthy young married woman in her twenties who was under my thumb. The interesting thing is that in the beginning I did not know that she was married. I did not know how shallow and vain that Susan was, so unlike my Pamela. She does not realize that her husband, Mark is aware of our affair, Susan's betrayal finally made the man grow a set of balls. He will be taking over today now that I have taught him my methods and how to use them, his balls. I will be returning with a prize nonetheless and with or without her Mark's blessing. I refused to accept money from Mark and in Susan's case an offer of marriage and a life of leisure from the proceeds of her divorce. 

I left work early to do some clothes shopping; specifically to purchase a couple of nice dresses. Aaron said he wanted to see me mostly in dresses and skirts and that was that. I also went to Victoria Secrets to get some sexy undergarments. I hope that he likes black and white silk, I know he likes red?" I had a feeling that my Master would have definite preferences and tastes in clothing for me and I didn't go overboard like I did with my makeup. If he was like anything like Masters in the stories that I read or write about he would make those choices for me............

When I pulled into her driveway on my horse Pamela was waiting for me on the front porch. I was pleased to see that her hair was down flowing in dark blond waves over her shoulders and back to her trim waist. She was wearing a form hugging red lace tube top dress that stopped at her thighs and showed off her magnificent legs and left her shoulders bare for me to get at. 

Pamela ran down the steps and threw her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder...wow, what a greeting! Honestly, I couldn't wait to see her myself. I have never had a woman affect me like this before.... you don't suppose... no! I'm too much of a hound for that, and I hardly know her yet. I will get to know her while it lasts; we have a connection, but not that? 

"That was quite a greeting, darling." I said, hugging her close and then kissing her mouth. "Do you like my dress, Master? I bought it just for you!" She exclaimed, beaming.

"You look lovely darling and I approve of that dress on you. You don't have to call me Master, Pamela, Aaron will do."

She was running her fingers through my hair as if she had not heard me. "My hair used to be golden blond like yours is when I was a little girl. Can we go into the house now; I have something important to tell you."

I took his hand and brought him into the house going right to the large overstuffed couch that I napped on the day before. We sat down together and I then snuggled up close to him and I put my head on his chest and sighed. "I have to tell you something because I know you won't tell anyone else." I confessed this to him because I knew in my heart that he would not betray my confidence.

"You may tell me anything." He replied, pushing my hair to one side and touching my face. "Do you promise not to get angry?" 

"Yes, I promise not to get angry."

"And you won't laugh?"

"I won't laugh." 

"Do you promise?"

"Yes Pamela", He said so patiently, "my beautiful Lady, I promise." And then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me while stroking my hair. 

"I've never been with a man before, Aaron." 

"Do you mean that you are a virgin?"

"Yes, I whispered, snuggling closer."

"A virgin, darling, what greater gift can a woman give a man?" 

"Then you are not upset?"

"I am humbled by your confession and it makes me want you even more. Before your sweet confession, my Ice Queen I found it fascinating that you write erotic stories, especially given your profession. Or that your pen name is "sexy kitty". You would give me your virginity, how wondrous and priceless, my Lady." 

"Do you always know the right thing to say?" I asked, while sitting up and looking into his blue flames for eyes as I touched his face. "No. Not always, darling. Sometimes blunt has gotten me into trouble resulting in a punch in the nose in a manner of speaking if not in fact. My Grandfather had a saying that was right to the point although somewhat crude. He said, "Aaron, they are your balls so do what you want with them but in your case be prepared to duck." "

"Aaron, will you take me out to dinner. I just have to freshen up my makeup and brush my hair....we can take my car."

"I will be delighted and you may choose the restaurant as long as they serve a good rare charbroiled steak.........."

We went to the Char- pit and I was pleased at the heads that she turned as we walked into together. Pamela knew the owner and many of the waitresses while I had never eaten there before. We sat close to each other in a cozy booth away from everyone. Pamela ordered a large Caesar salad, a baked potato, roasted vegetables and a small glass of Chardonnay. I ordered a rare porterhouse steak along with everything she ordered excluding the wine and added a carafe of milk. I made it a point to hold Pamela's hands while we talked quietly about our relationship. 

We talked about what I expected of her; the mandates that she would follow. What she could expect from me, plus what her safe word would be (one of the mandates) and then she chose her safe word; Minerva. Initially Pamela did not want a safe word and said that she trusted me. It was agreed that she would have two opportunities to invoke her safe word. In the event of the second invocation, either one of us could dissolve our slave/Master relationship if we felt it necessary. Pamela insisted on proper titles and I compromised as long as she agreed to the mandates. I also received many intimate touches and a few discreet kisses when we shared a piece of New York Cheese Cake.

Back to Pamela's diary: Fortunately I made arrangements for my vacation before leaving work by taking two of my four weeks and when I told him my Aaron was so pleased. Although I am a little annoyed with him about the safe word issue; after all we are consenting adults. This was a minor annoyance. It was after dark when we left the restaurant. I could hardly wait to get home to my bedroom for him to make love to me and to suck on my first cock. Aaron had other plans and we drove almost to the end of a dead end road. I didn't know at the time that his home located at the end of the private dead road when we stopped.

He reached over and gently touched my face. "I'm in the mood for some head, darling." "Please, not here, Aaron. I would much rather wait until we are in my bedroom." "Now, Pamela!" "Can we at least compromise, I'm sure that you are not interested in some mindless drone." As I said before, I was annoyed with him about the safe word deeming it unnecessary. Even Minerva of the Sanctorum was allowed a little leeway with Michael.

"Pamela, you will do as you are told."

"I don't think that I shall." And then I gave my head a toss just like Minerva would. Aaron reached over and grabbed my hair pulling me towards him and I foolishly invoked my safe word; "Minerva!" Aaron let go of my hair and then his face lost all expression except for his eyes; his blue eyes became ice cold...so very cold and I actually shuddered at the way that he was looking at me now. He was angry, no more than just angry; to him a mandate was not a game to be taken lightly nor was our relationship. 

"A safe word is just that; to keep you safe, or to get you out of a scenario where you are in extreme pain or danger. You should know better than that, little girl, we discussed it; I gave you my word and you gave me yours. You invoked it flippantly and in doing so diminished us both; we are not characters in a story. This is for real. I had planned on bringing you along slowly. Perhaps something drastic is more appropriate now."

"Master, I...." He interrupted, growling, "Be silent, little girl."

He got out of the car, locked his door and put the keys in his pocket. Next he opened my door and ordered me out and I got out afraid not to. "You have wasted one safe word and we will leave it at that. Shall we start over....do you want to start over?" I nodded, yes. He then wrapped his left hand in my hair gathering it into a ponytail and tugged sharply while leading me to the grass on the edge of the gravel road. "Then it all boils down to a matter of trust and obedience. Do you trust me, little girl?" I again nodded, yes. Letting go of my hair he said. "Obedience must follow trust....strip, I want everything off."

As I was undressing my emotions were a complex soup boiling over. Apprehension and excitement of what was to happen next; the embarrassment of being made to strip in public and the risk of being seen by someone driving by and the ensuing humiliation and embarrassment to name a few.... Most importantly, I was never as sexually aroused as I was now anticipating my well deserved punishment followed by my sexual release. I wanted Aaron more than ever because in my heart of hearts I knew that I could trust him. 

Soon all of my clothing including my shoes was in a pile at my feet and he said. "My cabin is approximately two miles up this private road. Stay on the soft grass and you will be fine. I keep it mowed and free of debris. I will give you a head start and if you make it there before I do you may not be spanked. He then slapped my ass sharply and said, "Run."

I was off like a shot running naked through the grass in the dark with my long hair streaming behind me. I wanted so much to be in my Master's strong arms and to avoid punishment because he was angry and rightfully so. I was desperate for his love and approval; for his peppermint kisses. I was feeling wild and free in my subservience to him. 

Three times Aaron darted out of the trees and grabbed me, stopping my desperate flight. He picked me up by the waist and swung me around as if I were a feather and then he kissed my mouth and face and he was laughing wildly and joyfully before silently darting back into the trees and slapping my ass sharply in encouragement. 

When the lights from his log cabin were in sight I gave it my all. I was out of breath as I approached the front porch, slowing down when I saw my clever Master waiting for me in the shadows. He was sitting in an oak rocking chair with his feet up on the porch railing.

I dropped to my knees in the soft grass while he waited for me to catch my breath. Then I went down on my hands and knees leaning forward to put my head on my hands while exposing my vagina to be taken at his leisure. 

"Pamela." "Yes, Aaron." 

"Are you sorry, little girl?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm going to give you a pass, darling, you won't be spanked. However discipline will be maintained, does that sound familiar? Go into the house and get cleaned up. Then I want to see a ponytail and you will stand in the corner by the leather club chair. It is short notice but I'm sure that she will come....now scoot................................."

I remember that night well. I was very angry with her at first; Pamela was very perceptive and now I am sure that she will easily learn to anticipate what is expected from her and how to act accordingly. I could tell from the look on her face that she realized that she overstepped her bounds. Afterwards she ran so nicely and how my darling shrieked the first time I came out of the tree line and grabbed her. I went to my garage while Pamela was getting cleaned up and I called Annette. She agreed to help with Pamela's introduction into the Community

She would come to my cabin the beginning of next week for Pamela's piercing and to cut and style Pamela's hair to my preferences. Nothing drastic, I preferred Pamela's hair long as that was one of her mandates. The setting for the haircut was very important. Just as important was how it would be cut; Pamela no longer had any say about her hair, including the color. 

Pamela found the brush and elastic hair ties in the bathroom. She was naked in the corner with her hair up in a ponytail. I took a few peppermints from the dish on the reading table by the leather club chair and then put them in my pocket; peppermint is my favorite. I walked over to her and noticed that she had taken a shower and she smelled clean and fresh. "Did you find everything, darling?"

"Yes, Master I found your note. I showered, shaved my pussy and brushed my teeth." "Thank you." I replied, as put a peppermint in my mouth and one in hers. "You may make yourself at home for the most part, darling; you will be here with me for the next two weeks. The good news is that she agreed to come at the last minute. Don't move from this spot as I will be taking my shower soon."

I was left waiting in the corner of a dark room like a disobedient child, a child! Well I suppose it is better than being spanked and I will be spending my vacation with him. He can come and go so quietly when he wants too. I was straining to hear him return and then he was just there kissing my neck and his hot breath was on my face. I could feel his manhood pressing up against me and he felt huge....not that I knew what huge felt like, but I imagined it felt like this...just incredible. "Well, darling, it is time. What do I want?" 

He took a step back and I turned to face him. All that he was wearing was a white tee shirt and down below....his cock was huge. I couldn't take my eyes off that fat cock or believe how massive it was. It was just like the ones I write about and I wanted to suck on it. I went down on my knees and looked up into his eyes knowing that this was what I was supposed to do and he smiled nodding. I started licking the shaft of his cock with my tongue and it tasted luscious. I continued licking and kissing his long, fat cock and when I tried to take it in my mouth he cuffed my head lightly. "Keep on licking, darling, take your time we have all night."

I started on his balls, licking and kissing while taking turns on the shaft of his luscious, incredible cock. I continued licking, running my tongue on the tip in a circular motion, teasing. "That's right darling, keep looking into my eyes, you're doing fine." I reached down to touch my little clit, I was so wet, and my sweet flower was swollen in my arousal. He cuffed my head again. 

"No, Pamela not now, you do not have permission for that yet....wait." "You may start sucking on my cock but watch your teeth." I started sucking on eight inches of hard fat cock and I could feel my juices running down my legs. "Slow down, darling, and watch your teeth. I started to suck using my lips and tongue and I could feel it throbbing and pulsating cock in my mouth. I was getting my first taste of the clear and pure pre-cum, merely the appetizer. "Very good darling, you are getting the hang of it; use your tongue more... that's it." He then took my hair out of the ponytail and let my tresses spill down over my shoulders and down my back. My hair felt wonderful swishing back and forth with its soft caress as my head bobbed up and down on Aaron's delectable cock.

As he was coming, I felt hot globs of his thick and delectable cum full of his being pumped into my mouth and my orgasm peaked. I hungrily swallowed as it warmed my throat and my pussy contracted over and over as my orgasm took control. After I came, as all good slave girls do in erotic stories, I cleaned my Master with my tongue and soon got him hard again. "My bedroom is all the way to the back of the cabin." He told me helping me to my feet. "I will meet you there."

Aaron went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and when he came out I did the same before I met him there. Like this log cabin that he built with his own hands Aaron's bedroom was all man. He made his massive and substantial headboard and footboard from logs with the bark intact to fit the custom made oversized mattress set he ordered because he was so tall. He also paid a seamstress to sew several bottom sheets together for a perfect fit. This bed dominated the room, particularly in regard of his choice in bedspreads. There was a huge grizzly bearskin on his bed and I ran my hand over it marveling about the texture. "Did you shoot it?" I asked. "I killed it to protect a child and her stupid mother and gutless boyfriend, but mostly to protect the child. 




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"I suppose that now is a good a time as any to show you." He folded the bear skin and put it to one side while I pulled back the sheets and the white virgin woolen blankets wondering what he was talking about. 

Then he took off his tee shirt; Aaron had red terrible scars from the bite and claw marks on his upper back and shoulders. I got into bed with him and he just held me for awhile, stroking my hair and kissing me. I just couldn't get close enough to him and I was hoping that he would confide in me. He said that he would tell me the story in the morning, adding, "Tonight is your night, my little virgin."

I am a tall woman and I have intimidated politically correct or timid men; it was ridiculous to call me a little anything. If anyone but Aaron had said that to me I would have been annoyed or angry and pointed it out and pounced on them. But not with Aaron, particularly not after the way he easily handled me as I tried to race him to the cabin. I found "little virgin" to be very sweet and comforting; I really was a virgin even though my hymen was gone. 

We made love lying on our sides facing one another and he was very gentle and considerate; I had two wonderful orgasms and he licked and touched me, especially my breasts in ways I never thought possible. Aaron knows how and where to touch a woman, as well as where and how to kiss. 

Afterwards I fell asleep next to him on that huge bed and woke up late the next morning snuggled up to him. I lightly touched his terrible, brave scars, kissing them lightly as not to wake him, which I did anyway.

"Good morning, darling."

"Good morning, Peppermint Knight." 

"Why do you keep calling me that?" He asked, pulling me closer and kissing my mouth. "Are you tired of Master, already?"

"No, of course not, Master." I replied, and then I told him about my dream.

"Such an imagination." He said smiling and I kissed his dimples. "As well as coincidental." He then added.

"One of my first impressions of you was of a tigress with her claws and teeth showing. Your beautiful eyes, Pamela, tiger eyes; coincidence you see."

I wasn't convinced; it isn't every day that a girl falls in love. 

"You said that you would tell me in the morning, Aaron."

Aaron told me that he was camping alone in the Rocky Mountains to get away and think after his Grandfather died. "My Grandpa took him there when I was little. In those days it was not as built up as it is now. It was the off season in the late fall and I had a cabin, actually a lean-to in a far corner away from everybody. A woman, the woman's eight year old daughter, Cindy, and the woman's boyfriend rented a cabin with all the amenities in my camping area. Twice I went over to tell them politely to turn down the boom box, the third time the boom box met with an unfortunate accident. "

"You broke it didn't you?" I asked and he just smiled.

"These people wanted to feed everything in sight, squirrels, chipmunks, porcupines, you name it and they were drinkers, although he did pick up the beer cans after the demise of his boom box; he was all mouth. Cindy was attacked by a bear that the boyfriend was feeding beer soaked bread and then just beer, tossing sealed aluminum beer cans for it to bite and laughing when the beer squirted out and then bear drank it. To make a long story short I killed the bear with an axe."

"What did the boyfriend do, did he help?"

"He knocked himself senseless by running into a tree while trying to get away." "What about Cindy's mother?" "At least she tried to help, drunk though she was: she was mauled quite badly and almost died." "And, Cindy?" I asked. "She had minor injuries to her right foot. Cindy's Grandparents have full custody of her now. Mr. McKay, Bob, Cindy's Grandfather had the bear hide tanned and gave it to me as a gift."

"Is that Cindy with you in the photo hanging in the hallway?" "Yes, that was the day Cindy was baptized at Saint Luke's, her mother never got around to that: I'm Cindy's Godfather." "Is the axe in the corner by the front door the one that you used on the bear?" "You are just full of questions, darling and that's the last question on the subject; will you eat eggs and toast for breakfast?"

"Yes, what about the axe?"

"I'll tell you after breakfast. Put on one of my white tee shirts and get started. Three soft poached eggs and four pieces of rye toast for me please. I'm going to get your Mercedes........................."

My beautiful Pamela, how you made such a simple thing, poached eggs taste so delicious that morning; they were perfect. Not to mention the wonderful vegetarian dishes that you make for me now, my favorites being hot and spicy, like my lovely Lady. And when I returned with your car, what a wonderful greeting I received when you showered me with your sweet kisses convincing me then that perhaps this hound should stick around for bit...................

"Yes, that is the axe."

"May I look at it?" 

"Yes of course you may, I said to make yourself at home, darling."

I brought it to him and then I removed the leather blade guard(sheath) and put it on the kitchen table. "This is considered a full size axe you see, a three and one-half pound head and a thirty inch handle. This blade style is perfect for the trees found on the East Coast and the handle is first growth hickory. It is made by Snow & Nealley in Maine. My Grandfather taught me my woodsman's skills and other things, things that they don't teach in the boy scouts."

"Such as axe fighting?" I asked. "Yes, Grandpa worked in the lumber camps as a young man and being a Swede took pride in doing anything possible with an axe. He also taught me how to skin game with one and build a cabin; a saw is more efficient but won't stop a man or...." 

"Or a bear?" I interrupted.

"A heavy caliber rifle would be best and a large caliber handgun better, however in a pinch an axe can be a fierce weapon."

"Vikings carried axes." I pointed out, getting up from my chair and then standing behind while running my fingers through his hair.

"Peppermint Knights and now Vikings." He said, smiling, so I leaned over and kissed his dimples and then his mouth. "Did you have a dream about Vikings as well?" I sat on his lap and then put my arms around his neck before answering. "No, who is she, and why is she coming? 

"Do you mean Annette?" He asked, kissing me. 

"Yes, if that is the woman coming on short notice."

"Annette is part of the Community and will assist in your training."

"Is the Community like the Sanctorum?" I asked.

"The Sanctorum....No, the Community really exists. We are a small group of very private and discrete people, that's it. Annette will be here primarily for hair and makeup and for that she is the best. You probably won't like her nor will you be allowed admittance."

"Why can't I be admitted, it sounds fascinating, Master." 

"Because you would be passed around and I will not allow that."

"Oh....are you still....I mean...."

"I'm member in good standing, yes, but I'm a hound, darling, and Annette has four lovers at present. To answer your next question, no she never was or never will be my lover. As far as the Community is concerned my status is now celibate. I will remain celibate until I share you with the Community or bring in someone else of quality, therefore celibate I remain. Annette coming here is a favor to me and nothing more. Did I say something funny?"

"No, but I can't even imagine you being celibate even though I understand the context in the community or any contest for that matter. And besides, I don't want to share you with anybody; I'm your woman not theirs The Community wouldn't like this tiger when I showed them my teeth and claws."

"Very well said, darling, I couldn't agree more. But you will do as you are told and cooperate with Annette."

"Yes, Sir, will you take me shopping now?"

"And you want to go shopping because?"

"For you to choose my special scent of course."

Speaking of Pamela, here she is now. "I'm ready, Aaron, how do I look................................. END OF CHAPTER ONE.



Tigress to Kitty Ch. 02



Pamela styled her long dark blond hair in a curly ponytail tied with a blue ribbon to match her dress. Her makeup is star quality perfect. 

It is amazing how Pamela has learned to change her looks with makeup and different hairstyles; anything from pure and wholesome to sultry and sexy, plus everything in between. Tonight Pamela's makeup is sultry and sexy. 

Courtesy of Annette, Pamela's has learned how to wear makeup. Perhaps "wear" is not the correct term. Most women wear makeup, or as Annette would say "Merely wear makeup", while Pamela projects with hers, although she is beautiful without. Annette is a professional makeup consultant who is highly sought after. The sparks flew when they first met in Pamela's house. Pamela is submissive to me, not to Annette, or anyone else for that matter. 

This is what makes my Pamela so special to me, Pamela knows her own mind. I made it perfectly clear to Annette that Pamela was off limits. I made other arrangements for payment of Annette's services. 

I brought Mark and Susan into the Community. Susan is a married woman with whom I had a brief affair but not knowing that she was married when it started. For a time, Susan was Annette's play toy with the approval of her husband. Annette is bisexual while I am not. Annette taught Pamela all of her trade secrets. Not that Annette had a choice, but that was her own undoing. 

Pamela is my lady when she attends the Community gatherings. However, Pamela is off limits. It is primarily a social event for her. I will enforce this with my hands and feet if necessary. But then again, so will Pamela. We will get to that later. 

Getting back to Susan; Susan models different short hairstyles whenever the Community meets. Her hair once was a natural strawberry blond expertly cut and layered to fall just below her shoulder blades. The norm for submissive women in the Community is long to very long hair with no layers whatsoever. Susan's new persona is the bleached white-blond bimbo look. Susan's above the ears short hair might be curly, straight, layered or teased all compliments of Annette. 

When Susan is allowed makeup, it is always exaggerated, bordering on slutty to downright slutty as is Mark's preference for now to remind her of her infidelity. 

Prior to her infidelity, Susan had a very generous expense account. I first met Susan when she was on a week vacation with some girlfriends in Hawaii. Susan was pampered and spoiled beyond belief. She drove a Lamborghini for God's sake. Susan now takes the bus to work. How ironic. She works part time cleaning houses for various Community members. This assures that Susan's whereabouts are always known to Mark. 

As for Annette, I can have her any time that I want her, however I don't want her....well maybe just a little taste, once to say that I did. I have my Pamela and this hound is now staying close to home. Even though I will always look, I reserve the option to occasionally taste. 

Surprisingly, I have Pamela's approval to taste. There is one woman Pamela allows in our home circle. We are a threesome in more ways than just sex. This keeps Pamela on her toes to please me, and to keep me from exploring the above mentioned option of tasting outside the home circle, which I have no desire to do now. I have the best of both worlds. 

Annette is not my type. Susan was a gift to placate her because I wanted Annette's help with Pamela's makeup. Although it really doesn't matter now that Annette is under our thumb, and votes Community issues the right way. 

I hate politics. During the first two days that Annette was instructing Pamela, Pamela was required to address her as Mistress Annette. Pamela reluctantly and dutifully did so to please me because she was learning from the best. 

On the third day Annette was dressed as she would when the Community gathers. Annette was wearing a red silk blouse and matching silk slacks. One of the curious things about Annette is that she hates wearing shoes or anything on her feet, so bare feet it was. Annette tried making Pamela kneel before her and then kiss her feet. Pamela refused. Annette then tried to discipline Pamela with a riders crop, wrong idea! We will get to that soon enough, for now it is time for Pamela's birthday dinner.

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We had Indian Cuisine that evening. Pamela made arrangements ahead of time. I'm happy to say that they served me a rare charbroiled steak to go along with the traditional spicy hot Indian dishes that we shared. We took several carry out containers of food with us home with us that evening including 2 quarts of their outstanding (Kheer) rice pudding. 

After dinner we went dancing. While we slow danced, I took Pamela's hair out of the ponytail and my buried fingers in her long curls. There are few things more pleasurable than slow dancing with a long-haired woman, particularly when you love and treasure her. The Patriarchs of the Old Testament had the right idea. 

We weren't out late that evening. We returned home to cuddle on the couch and watched a couple of movies. We made love after, slow and gentle love, facing one another. Pamela is obedient and compliant in our private lives and her outstanding blow jobs rock my world. 

I will never abuse my Pamela. My darling is a lady foremost and my submissive lover second. We fell asleep in each other arms that night as we always do, content and warm. 

When I awoke the next morning Pamela was gone. It is inventory week at Pamela's store for the next couple of days. Pamela will be working late, today and Tuesday. 

Now, getting back to our story; I told Pamela something more drastic would be appropriate. I took Pamela to get her perfume, her own special scent. But first, Pamela was taken to get her pussy lips pierced, and then a haircut, both being a surprise and the first tests of her submission to me. 

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I will never forget the day that Aaron took me to choose my perfume. We went back to my house to change our clothes. Aaron brought his change of clothes with him. I would have thought my Master would have insisted that I wear a nice forming fitting dress, and that my hair would be down and loose for him to play with. Aaron had me put my hair up in a bun. He insisted I dress as if I were going to work, conservative and formal. Aaron did allow me makeup though, and I did look nice.

Surprisingly, Aaron dressed very formally for the occasion as well. My Master generally dresses casually. He is so ruggedly handsome in blue jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up when he is not working. Aaron looks so pugnacious and dangerously sexy when he wears his black riding leathers'. 

Aaron wore a dark gray cashmere three-piece suit, a long sleeve white shirt and a rich maroon silk tie with a 1 carat diamond stick pin set in platinum. Aaron had on hand-sewn black Italian kidskin loafers on his size fifteen feet. The finishing accessory was his most prized possession, his Grandfather's 25-Jewel solid 18 karat gold Elgin pocket watch in his vest pocket with the chain and fob hanging out. 

I never imagined that Aaron owned a custom-made suit, let alone any suit for that matter. Aaron didn't strike me as the type then, and I have much to learn about him. 

Did you know that Aaron can actually shave himself with a traditional straight razor? Fresh out of the shower, Aaron carefully shaved while I was brushing my hair. The straight razor that he was using had a black horn handle. Aaron has two others, a bone handled one and an ivory handled razor with an engraved blade. 

Most of the time, Aaron doesn't shave with them. He uses a modern four-blade razor. Old fashion straight razor, or hi-tech modern razor, Aaron always uses glycerin bar shaving soap and a brush to whip up a rich lather in his Grandfather's shaving mug. 

I stopped brushing my hair and sat on the toilet absolutely fascinated to watch Aaron shave. I was getting aroused, but when I found myself touching my hair, I shivered. I made a mental note to behave. It is not uncommon in the Community, or in my stories for a Master to keep his slave's hair short if that is his preference, or to shave his woman's head as punishment. Aaron has read all my stories. 

When he finished shaving, Aaron combed his thick, unruly blond hair straight back, subduing it with a traditional pomade for men. The pomade darkened his hair. Being combed straight back, slick and smooth made Aaron look older. It made my Master look more distinguished... conservative, maturely handsome and sophisticated, like a CEO from a Fortune 500 Company. 

Even though I dressed for work as I always do, as the boss, I imagined myself my Master's personal secretary and sex toy. We walked out the front door together, I let my imagination wander and I loved those thoughts. Little did I know then of all the future games or scenarios I would play out in public as his submissive lover. Aaron has an imagination too. 

Our first stop was at 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 grounds of the medical park. 

Before we got out of my Mercedes, Aaron said, "You will fill out the medical forms, and answer any questions put to you by the doctor. Do you understand?" I nodded my head for yes, and then Aaron helped me out of the car.

My Master took my arm, as a gentleman would a lady. We walked toward the front entrance. On the way, Aaron explained that the building housed the best of the best; Dentists, Dermatologists, Plastic Surgeons, Gynecologists to name a few, all cutting edge professionals with state of the art medical equipment. They guaranteed absolute privacy and discretion, which why we were here. This fact was further enforced when we were stopped at the Security Desk by plainclothes, but as Aaron explained on the way in, armed guards. 

Once past the first security check point, we took the elevator to the second floor, and then was buzzed into Dr. J. Pulaski's plush and comfortable empty waiting room adjacent to the second security check point. Once there, I was squirming in my chair while filling out my medical history paperwork. My mind was racing, as I thought, 'Why am I here? Will I have to use my safe word?' 

Once I finished the paperwork and gave it the receptionist, I sat down on the couch next to my Master. Aaron put his arm around my shoulder and stroked the hair on the nape of my neck. I knew Aaron wanted to take my hair down, he loves doing that. This made me relax a little, and I did trust him. He couldn't possibly want my breasts enlarged, could he?

After waiting about 15 minutes, a slim, black-haired woman of Polish and Asian descent, Japanese to be specific, walked into the waiting room carrying my newly created medical file. She was a tiny little thing in her white lab coat, less than five feet tall and weighing 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 Janet is 5 years younger than me. Janet's shiny black hair was cut in a short, blunt, almost chin length bob parted on the right and held in place with a simple barrette on the left to keep it off her face. 

As we stood in greeting, I found out later that the good doctor was at one time my Master's lover. When Aaron 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 my Master and kissed his cheek. Annoyed, I was starting to catch on. I was a little jealous, while at the same time intrigued. Was Janet a member of the Community? 

The three of us went into Janet's office where I was asked some questions while she took notes. Janet's style with people is different than mine. There was no doubt that Janet was in charge and would broach no nonsense, but her manner was open and friendly. 

Janet closed my file and asked, "Do you have any questions for me?"

"None, Doctor," I replied, looking at Aaron for answers.

Noticing this Janet asked," Do you know why you are here, Pamela?

"I assume I am here for an examination."

"Correct; a complete and thorough examination, and then for a minor procedure. Didn't Aaron tell you?" 

I looked again at my Master for answers, thinking, 'What procedure?'

"Aaron," Janet asked smiling, "You didn't tell her, did you?"

"No, as a matter of fact I didn't, Janet," and turning to me, my Master said, "Pamela, you will cooperate and obey. It is a matter of trust now, darling," and turning back to Janet, "Pamela's safe word is Minerva, Doctor. I leave her in your capable little hands." 

Aaron 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 comfortable as is possible in the stirrups, Janet was very businesslike and thorough during my examination.

"You are a remarkably healthy woman, Pamela, everything checks out just fine. Since Aaron is of the Community there will be no charge. The same with many other of the select Professionals in this building should you chose to use them. You may speak freely with me and ask questions."

"How you know Aaron, Janet?" I asked, since she opened the door for questions.

"We were lovers once," Janet answered, smiling.

"And, now?" I asked.

"You are Aaron's lover. I need to takes some precise measurements of your vagina, particularly your labia majora and minora. Please lie down on that examining table," Janet said, pointing, "Would you like another pillow?" 

"Yes, please," I answered, while walking over 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 an instrument? That would be a plus because many of us do. I play the violin. Aaron and I have often played together as a duet."

"What instrument does Aaron play," I asked, surprised at this revelation. 

"Aaron plays the viola or base quite well. I wouldn't have guessed that hidden talent when I first met him."

"Yes, Aaron is certainly full of surprises," I said, while thinking, 'and this is one of them.' "I took violin lessons all through school and played in the Orchestra", I offered, sliding off the table and standing up. 

"This is so wonderful, Pamela," Janet, said, surprising me by hugging me, "Music is a big part of my life. Playing my violin and books were all I really had growing up in foster care. Whenever I was sad or melancholy playing my violin would always cheer me up. My favorite Composer is Vivaldi. Who is your favorite?"

I found myself hugging Janet back, "Vivaldi!" I exclaimed and we both laughed. I am generally not this way among other women, but Janet reminded me so much of..... When it occurred to me to ask, "Janet, are you a submissive?"

"Yes, of course I am."

"But you are a Medical Doctor and a Gynecologist?"

"I'm a woman first, Pamela. I have a safe word the same as you. Safe words are taken seriously with us. They are sacrosanct. I'm sure Aaron has told you that."

"Yes, but not in so many words," I agreed. 

"You are Aaron's submissive lover of your own free will," Janet stated, matter of factually," Please get up and walk across the room and back for me."

"We are more than just lovers," I insisted, walking across and back."

"Aaron is a hound, Pamela. It is his nature. Not that I have a problem with that. If you grow tired of Aaron I will gladly go take him back. But for now I will defer to you. I give you my word." 

Janet had me thinking, 'Well Doctor, if you are anything like me, or Aaron for that matter, I have to believe you...I do believe you.' My woman's instincts told me that Janet was sincere. 

"I'm finished. The shape of your flower is perfect for the procedure I am about to do?"

"My flower?" I asked, not sure what Janet was referring too, but then guessing before she answered. 

"Your vagina, of course; Aaron wants your clitoral hood pierced. Do you want to use your safe word? Shall I go get him?" 

"Will it hurt?" I asked, anxiously. 

"I see that your ears are not pierced. Do you have a problem with needles?" Janet asked.

"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 would dispense with both to experience all the aspects of her submission."

"Are you going to insert a captive bead ring, Janet?" 

Yes; as soon as you give me permission. 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, Pamela, but you soon will if you make the right decision," She said, sighing, "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 Aaron. 

Aaron will decide when you will wear the dangling solid 18 karat gold 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 of the balls will further stimulate your clitoris when you move. That is why I took such precise measurements."

"Will I be sore, 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 properly. That shouldn't be a problem. As strict as he is Aaron is reasonable in most things. He is slow to anger, but when he is angry, watch out! That is why Aaron is an enforcer."

"What is an enforcer?"

"Well, it helps that Aaron is fearless. I'm sure you have seen his scars. He is one of three whom maintain order in the Community. Don't tell him I told you this, but Aaron has a romantic streak." 

"I will not say a thing to him about it."

"Thank you, Pamela. What is your decision?"

"Can you pierce my ears?" I asked. 

"Easily," Janet replied. 

"I will do as you suggest, Janet. Just please get it over with."

"Welcome sister," Janet, said smiling, and again I was thinking of Becky. I decided then that I genuinely liked Janet, "As your Doctor, I will send you home with anti-bacterial antiseptic ointment and disposable medicated cleaning pads. I recommend showers, not baths, and I will need to see you again in a week. Your chart shows you are a Vegan, well so am I. Although I don't practice out of my office, I am an herbalist. As we are sisters now, I will give you special herbal teas that will sooth you."

Everything Janet said was true. The vertical hood piercing took less than 30 minutes, although it seemed like an eternity. Most of that time was in preparation. Janet prepped my vagina, and then my ears as if she were performing major surgery. I watched as all the implements were removed from sterilizer and then neatly organized on the tray. Just as Janet started, I closed my eyes tight. I hate needles! 

I was determined not to show any fear. Janet was a more than a competent Doctor. I could tell this even with my eyes closed. Janet performed the procedure precisely with no wasted movement or hesitation. Janet and Aaron were lovers once, and despite that, Janet was showing me every consideration. I would like to think I could be like her if our roles were switched. 

Nevertheless, all I felt was a sharp pinch and then it was basically over. It actually hurt more when my ears were pierced and the temporary stainless steel studs put in. 




Tigress to Kitty Ch. 02



Perhaps Aaron will buy me a pair of gold hoop earrings, like Michael did for Minerva. 

"There is a full length mirror in my private office if you would like to look," Janet offered, pulling her mask down and removing the latex gloves, "I have juice and bottled water, or if you like, I can make you some herbal tea." 

Still dressed in the gown, I followed Janice into her office to find Aaron sitting behind her desk waiting for us. He stood as we entered the room, and said, "Well, ladies, it appears everything went well," Aaron then walked over to me, took both my hands and squeezed them, "Thank you, darling, I'm very pleased so far," Aaron then kissed my lips, and I could feel myself melting, as I did when he first kissed me in front of my subordinates during the store meeting. 

"Did you have your ears pierced for me? I nodded my head, smiling, "Let me see your new pussy jewelry, darling," he commanded softly, stepping back. I took off my gown and let it drop to the floor, trying to pose for him, while really not knowing how. "Excellent, Pamela! You have just taken your first step. After you have healed, you may wear your gold balls. How long, Janet?" he asked. 

"To play it safe, I recommend no intercourse four to six weeks. I'm sure you can wait that long." 

"As you say, Doctor," Aaron said, respectfully. Aaron walked to the door and locked it, "Janet, please stand on your desk and show Pamela your pussy ring?"

Even though Aaron respected Janet professionally, and asked politely, it was a command, not a choice. Janet complied...no, Janet did more than comply. Janet knew how to pose for him, a Doctor, in her own office, stripping naked in front of a patient while standing on her desk, as if it were a stage. A thought streaked through my mind, a flash of imagination-Aaron making love to Janet on this desk. 

I can never do that with Aaron at work. Not in my business. My store is open 24 hours a day with people all over the place, what a shame. I was annoyed, jealous, and aroused, imagining about Aaron dominating other women while I watched.

Janet's movements while undressing were precise....fluidly erotic, and sexy. Some men find a strip tease or a pole dance sexy. That is so banal and vulgar to what Janet just did, so unscripted and naturally. The Doctor would be a tough act to follow. 

I silently thanked my Mother for all those years of violin lessons that I hated so much. I could hear my mother say, "You'll thank me later, Pamela," and ironically, I just did. I had so much to learn, and Janet was light years ahead of me.

For such a small woman, Janet's body is well balanced and symmetrically proportioned. Much like a beautiful living sex doll. Jane removed the barrette from her hair and shook her head letting fall forward over her face. Next, she pushed her hands through her thick silky hair and held most of it on top of her head, letting some escape through her fingers. 

Janet thrust her groin forward just enough to titillate Aaron, and for me to see her pussy jewelry. Janet's captive ball ring was smaller than mine and made of lighter gauge solid 14 karat gold to compliment her tiny size.

"Very nice, Janet," My Master said, "Don't you think the Doctor is beautiful, darling?"

I just nodded my head. Aaron reached up, took hold of Janet's waist, picked her up and then put her gently down. 

He took hold of Janet's hair forcing her to her knees. "Do you want to suck on my cock, Janet? Do you want to suck on my cock in front of Pamela?" He asked tugging her silky black hair. I was imagining it was me. I was getting so warm and horny that I could barely keep from fidgeting. 

"Yes, sir," Janet answered, dropping her eyes and looking down. 

Turning to me, Aaron asked, "You heard what Janet said, darling. Do you want to suck on my cock in front of her?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered looking down.

"Marvelous, we are making progress here today." Pointing to the floor by Janet, Aaron ordered, "Pamela, come here and kneel in front of me," I quickly knelt in front of my Master. 

"Decisions, decisions...two willing and lovely ladies kneeling at my feet; whom shall I choose? Who will suck on my cock?" Aaron placed his hand on Janet's head and played with her hair, I was thinking, 'Not her, Master, pick me, pick me!' 

Aaron vigorously tousled Janet's hair too demonstrate his dominance over her. 'But not just dominance', I thought, 'this simple gesture was also playful and affectionate. Did he still have feelings for her?' 

"Did you know that Janet's hair was once longer than yours, Pamela? "Isn't that right, little plum?"

I shook my head for no while Janet answered, "Yes, Aaron." Janet's face lit up with a smile when he called her that, little plum. Was it possible that she loved him? 

"Show Pamela how long your hair was, little plum," and to me Aaron said, "Darling, take the hairpins out of your bun and leave your hair in a ponytail." After I did as my Master ordered, Aaron took my ponytail in his left hand as if to judge it weight and thickness, saying, "You have beautiful hair darling, doesn't she little plum?"

"Yes, she does Aaron," Janet answered, holding a very long and thick black braid her small dainty hands that she removed from her desk drawer. 

"Tell Pamela what happens to disobedient ladies who imagine they have any say about their hair?" He demanded harshly. 

"Aaron cut off my braid with an ivory handled straight razor, Pamela." After Janet answered, Aaron removed it from his inside breast pocket with his right hand, "This one, little plum?" he asked, her, while tugging on my ponytail with his left.

"Yes, Aaron, please don't cut off Pamela's ponytail." 

'I could just hug Janet for that,' I thought. 

I saw the concern in Janet's brown eyes, and a hint of tears. Janet really meant it when she said sisters. I watched Janet wipe the tears from her eyes, and then take a deep breath to regain her composure. I observed that Aaron didn't fail to notice the tears as well. 

"Do you remember when I said doing something drastic, Pamela?" Aaron asked while stoking my ponytail. 

"Yes, Aaron," I answered, terrified that he would cut it off. My pussy was dripping with desire in my submission to Aaron, my Master, but only to him. 

"Severing your ponytail from your head would only be the first step, darling. You would be as beautiful with short hair as you are with long. A classic chin length bob or even shorter like Janet's would suit you just fine. At this point it might please me greatly and your hair will always grow back. Janet was disobedient and didn't have a choice. Do you want to please me, darling?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Ask me to cut your hair, Pamela," Aaron, said while stroking my pussy with his fingers, "I find it amazing how easily you are aroused...amazing and delightful."

"Please cut my hair, Aaron," I found myself begging, as Aaron continued probing my dripping pussy with his fingers. My God I was starting to orgasm, right in front of Janet. I couldn't help myself as I squirmed and moaned, "Please cut my hair."

I felt the connection when I first met Aaron Bronson, since the first time that he looked at me with his bold, self-assured gray eyes. I was confirming it now, just days into our special relationship. 

I wanted to suck on Aaron's cock, and I wouldn't use my safe word, not after coming this far, even if he did cut off my beautiful thick and silky ponytail. I will happily wear my blond hair in a short bob for him, even though I prefer my hair long. 

"Very good-just remember your mandate. You will wear your hair as I tell you at all times...at all times, darling. I have made an appointment for you to have your hair cut and styled. You will be going to this stylist from now on. Mandy is the one Janet goes too," and he then put the straight razor in his pocket and dropped my ponytail down my back. 

I was wondering if Janet did something with her hair that displeased Aaron, or failed to style it as he instructed, thinking, 'Cut and style? I hope Aaron means a trim?'

"Well little plum, Pamela shall suck on my cock, but you will be rewarded as well. I have decided that you may grow your hair long again. I will inform Annette and the Community of my decision."

"Thank you, Aaron."

Aaron pushed Janet's hair away from her face, opposite the part and tucked it behind Janet's ear, holding his hand on her left cheek, "Perhaps you think me harsh, and unduly strict, but your punishment was necessary. It is over, and we will never discuss it again. It shall remain between the two of us."

Well, so much for that. I may never find out. Aaron reminds me so much of Michael of the Sanctorum. But Michael is a character in an erotic story. Aaron is a real man, a virile man of flesh and blood and passion...so much passion, including anger, and sometimes he scares me. I am drawn to him, as is Janet. I can see it in Janet's eyes when she looks at him. 

Aaron holds me in his strong arms and kisses me tenderly. I allowed Aaron to take my virginity; "my precious gift to him," as he put it. And now, this was his gift to me, my captive closure ring, binding me to him. Janet was Aaron's lover before me. Janet still wants him, but has deferred to me. How odd it is that I like Janet knowing that we both love the same man, but then again, so did all of Michael of the Sanctorum girl's. 

I only had one close friend my entire life. Her name was Becky Greene. I met her my first day of kindergarten. We were assigned as cubbyhole buddies by our teacher, Mrs. Banks and we shared a cubbyhole. We liked each other immediately. It helped that Becky and I had identical Wizard of Oz lunch boxes, and thought it was the Wizard of Oz starring Judy Garland was the greatest movie ever made, until Tolkien came along, but it was more than that. Somebody stole my lunch box the second week of school. I was heartbroken, and I remember how I cried. I was so upset that Mrs. Banks, our kindergarten teacher excused Becky from class to sit with me in the Nurses Office. Becky's held my little hand in hers until my mother came to get me. 

I went to school that day with my lunch in a brown paper bag. In order to teach me a lesson, mother refused to buy me another lunch box, calling me careless. I was five years old and it was stolen for God's sake! Becky was waiting for me at our cubbyhole so that we could both sit in the lunch room together. 

When I put my brown paper bag in the cubbyhole next to Dorothy, and the Cowardly Lion, and the Scarecrow, and the... well, I started crying. I can still see Becky's face now, as I saw it then. 

Becky said, "Don't cry Pammy," (Becky was the only person in the world who was allowed to call me Pammy, not even Aaron is allowed that, and he understands). Becky took her lunch pail down and removed the thermos bottle, "Look, with the thermos bottle out both our lunches will fit." 

We took turns carrying it to-and-from the lunch room for the rest of the school year, sharing what we brought for lunch. After that day we became inseparable, truest, best friends... no, make that sisters. We took an oath, best friends and sisters forever. We went everywhere together and shared our private thoughts and secrets. 

Becky and I had our own special language and runes. We memorized the alphabet of the elves from "Tolkien's Lord of the Rings", much to our parent's annoyance, speaking and writing a language only we could understand. 

When I was seventeen, I was unpacking after spending the Christmas Holiday with my Dad. Dad and Jenny go all out with Christmas decorations. Mother puts a pine wreath on the door. That year Mother put up a real pine tree, with all our old decorations, like she did before Dad left, how strange. 

Mother was unusually quiet and subdued. There was no third degree about my visit, no insulting remarks about Dad or Jenny. Mother was standing in my bedroom doorway watching me, and I hated when she did that. 

"I have something to tell you, Pamela," and Mother stepped forward as if to hug me, hesitating, "It would be better if I told you straight out. You are a woman now...and will be going away to college so ..." not finishing, but taking a deep breath before entering the room and sitting on my bed, "so soon, Pamela, you will be leaving so soon. May I sit on your bed? We need to talk." 

"Of course Mother, what's wrong?"

"Please sit beside me, Pamela," Mother said, trying to gain her composure. And when I sat, Mother took my hand, "I raised you to be a strong, independent woman, Pamela. (My mother is a very successful relater) I'm very proud of you and your achievements; your perfect grade point average and your full scholarships. You will be going to college soon, I..," her voice was starting to crack, and she wiped a tear from her eye, "I know how close you are to Becky, and I wish that we could have...", she hesitated, and took another deep breath, "but we can't because I'm your Mother, and," she wiped another tear and squeezed my hand, "I'm sorry, Pamela. Becky and her parents were killed in an automobile accident while you were visiting in Florida. They were interred immediately. There was no service. 

I decided to wait to tell you. I didn't want to spoil your Christmas with your father." Mom held me as I cried, staying strong, as is her way. 

After that day, Mother never had another bad word to say about my Dad or Jenny. But there was another huge surprise when I went to close on my house. My mother saved every dime that my father sent for my child support in a bank account in my name. I received a check for the full amount, plus interest for the down payment. 

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Our Master looked down on us, so very handsome and imperious. I was quivering in anticipation of sucking on Aaron's big cock and swallowing all of his rich creamy cum while Janet watched. 

Aaron didn't bother undressing. He pulled his zipper down and took out his rock hard cock. No telling how long it had been straining against his suit pants trying to get out. After all, there are two beautiful, naked women kneeling at Aaron's feet, desiring to suck on his cock, and more. 

"You must be extra careful not to get anything on my pants, darling," Aaron instructed, wrapping my ponytail around his hand, "watch your teeth. Little plum, you may play with yourself while you watch. 

I started licking the shaft of his cock with my tongue and it tasted luscious. I continued licking and kissing his long fat hard cock and when I tried to take it in my mouth, Aaron cuffed my head lightly, "Keep on licking, darling, take your time, we have plenty of time before your next appointment."

I started on his balls, licking and kissing while taking turns on the shaft of his luscious, incredible cock. I continued licking, running my tongue on the tip in a circular motion, teasing.

"That's right darling, keep looking into my eyes, you're doing fine." I reached down to touch my swollen clit. I was so wet, and my sweet flower was swollen in my arousal. Aaron cuffed my head again. 

"No, Pamela not now, you do not have permission for that. Put your hands behind your back and hold them there. You may start sucking on my cock."

I started sucking on eight inches of hard fat cock and I could feel my juices running down my legs. 

"Slow down, darling, and watch your teeth," Aaron pulled my ponytail in warning. 

I started to suck using my lips and tongue. Janet was watching and I wanted the blowjob to be perfect. I could feel his hard cock throbbing and pulsating in my mouth. I was getting my first taste of the clear and pure pre-cum, merely the appetizer to put the most expensive caviar to shame. I was getting so aroused I dropped my arms. 

Aaron pulled my head back by my ponytail to stop me, "Hands behind you back, Pamela," and I immediately put them back, "Janet, get both pairs of handcuffs please."

Janet removed the stainless steel handcuffs from her desk drawer and brought them to him, "Thank you. Now put one pair on Pamela, but first."

Aaron took Janet's face in his hands and kissed her lips, sighing, "You still taste as good as you look, little plum. Now that your restrictions have been lifted we should get together to play," 

My Master then took his fingers and stroked her wet pussy making Janet smile and moan with pleasure before putting his fingers in his mouth to taste her, "Yes, little plum, you still taste the same."

"That would be wonderful Aaron, Janet replied, turning around and putting her arms behind her back for Aaron to put the handcuffs on her, "We can add Pamela and then we will be a String Trio," Janet said turning around and getting up on her toes for Aaron to kiss her, which he did.

"Darling, do you play? Why didn't you tell me? He asked, bending forward to kiss my lips, while Janet knelt next to me hoping for another kiss. 

"It never came up," I said truthfully, kissing him back, "We can talk about it later. I want to suck on your cock."

"Very well, get to it then darling and take your time...very good Pamela, you are getting the hang of it... use your tongue more... that's it." 

My Master took my hair out of the ponytail and let my tresses spill down over my shoulders and down my back. My hair felt wonderful swishing back and forth as my head bobbed up and down on Aaron's delectable cock. There was no telling when I might feel that again. I was almost certain it would be above my shoulders after my appointment. 

As Aaron's powerful orgasm exploded in my mouth, I tasted hot globs of his thick and delectable semen being pumped into my mouth. I swallowed hungrily as it warmed my throat and then my tummy. My swollen clitoris contracted over and over as my second orgasm took control. After I came, as all good slave girls do in erotic stories, I cleaned my Master with my mouth and tongue. 

Aaron then helped us to our feet and removed our handcuffs, dropping them to the floor. He stood there smiling at us, looking back and forth, with his arms folded across his chest as if waiting for something. I should have known better. 

Janet knew what he wanted. She got down on her knees and kissed his cock before tucking carefully into pants and slowly zipping them up. Well, if I had to share my toys, at least it was with her. I smiled at Janet and nodded. I was actually looking forward to getting together with our strings. We could be like the ladies in the Movie," Witches of Eastwick", minus a witch and adding a handsome blond base player. 

Aaron took Janet's hands and kissed them, "Thank you, little plum," and then he took mine and kissed them, "Thank you darling. I'm a very lucky man to enjoy the company of such two beautiful women." 

He walked over to door and unlocked it, looked out and then left. Aaron returned momentarily with two red long stem roses and handed us each one, and then bowed at the waist before leaving us to get dressed, saying, "Please pin your hair up as before, Pamela."

My hairbrush was in my purse locked in the trunk of the car. Fortunately Janet had a brush for me to use and offered to brush it for me and then help put it up. Becky and I used to do each others' hair, although Becky's was always longer than mine. After we dressed I sat in Janet's office chair in front of the full length mirror to watch as she took her time brushing it while I sipped my herbal tea. I could tell that Janet was enjoying herself doing this simple thing for me. 

"Pamela, I have to ask you something, or perhaps ask isn't quite the right term," Janet said after finishing brushing out my hair. 

"What is it, sister?" I replied smiling, to see Janet smile back at me in the mirror. Janet reminded me so much of Becky when she smiled. Her mouth turned up the same way in the corners. I really liked Janet and I trusted my instincts in this new found friendship.




Tigress to Kitty Ch. 02



"Well, either you will understand me, or you will think I speaking gibberish," Janet said, taking my hand in her much smaller one and squeezing, I just have this overpowering feeling about you. Elen sila lumen' omentielvo, seler."

I couldn't believe my ears, what a wonderful greeting ( Elen sila lumen' omentielvo, seler' ) a star shines on the hour of our meeting, sister. 

Excited, I squeezed Janet's hand and replied, "Le sulion, seler' Pedich Edhellen?" (I greet thee, sister. Do you speak Elfish?). Everything came flooding back to me as we excitedly carried on our conversation in Elfish, can you believe it, two grown women. Granted we were a little bit rusty, and helped each other to remember words and phrases. We touched on a little of everything losing track of time until Aaron knocked on the door?

"Are you ready yet, darling?" Aaron asked opening the door and walking in.

"Pamela will be ready in just a moment, Sir," Janet said, pushing the last hairpin in place, and asking him, "Pedich Edhellen?"

"I don't understand the last thing you said, little peach?" Aaron said frowning, "that was gibberish."

I just couldn't help myself, "No it's not, Sir. Garich I dohl gol o Orch (You have the hollow head of an orc). 

Smiling, Janet covered her mouth with her hand and said, "Lasto lalaith Nin (Hear/listen to my laughter) and then we looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Gibberish, and gibberish again, my ladies, Aaron said, smiling, "Keep your little secrets if you must. I'm glad that you are both getting along so well. Shall we go, darling?" Aaron asked, as he took my arm, "You have an appointment to keep."

***************

As we were driving away, I asked, "Do you want to tell me what that was all about, darling?"

"It is just between us sisters, Sir."

"Are you in any discomfort from the procedure?" Aaron asked, squeezing my hand.

"No, I'm fine," I replied squeezing back, "This tea is very soothing, and Janet will be giving me another batch at my next appointment."

"Janet is a very fine Doctor, darling." 

"Did you know that Janet's parents died in a car crash, and that she was raised in foster care, Aaron? 

"Janet told you that?" I asked, surprised, "Janet is such a private person. I didn't know that for almost a year into our relationship."

"We both went through college on full scholarships, Sir. Do you know what I wish?"

"What do you wish, darling?"

"I wish that I didn't quit the violin cold turkey when I started college. I haven't played in years. I don't even own a violin now."

"I'm certain Janet will loan you one of hers to practice with. You really like Janet, don't you, darling?"

Pamela then told me about her best friend, Becky. I never had a best friend, and I envied Pamela that. I have always been a loner. I suppose it is easier for women. When I saw them naked at my feet, I coveted them both. They seem to complement one another. They are both so wonderfully complicated, and so beautiful. I know so much about Janet, but little about Pamela.

Until today I haven't spoken with Janet for almost a year. My position of enforcer requires that. Janet broke her mandates and refused on multiple occasions to be available with several men during my absence. Allen would have raped Janet if I hadn't stopped him, and I might have killed him if he did. I hate the politics that allowed him to remain a member. I'm glad I broke his nose. After seeing Pamela and Janet together naked at my feet, I am ready to wash my hands of the Community entirely, the hell with them! 

I am ready to move on....but that will never happen. Although Janet might, Pamela would never allow that, or would she? I had better drive those wishful thoughts from my mind; they are just pure fantasy on my part. I will never be as lucky as Michael of the Sanctorum, even a much smaller scale. I should have never read Amish No More. 

*************

I was nervous when we finally parked the car in front of the Salon. It was located in a private house in the outskirts of town. There was nothing pretentious about the place. The grounds were neat and tidy and the house was in good repair. 

It was run by a young woman in her late twenties by the name of Mandy Smith. I didn't know it at the time but Mandy specialized in long hair. I found out afterward that Mandy has a large following of women who swear by her. 

"Mandy was never my lover, Pamela."

"I wasn't thinking that, Sir."

"Yes you were, darling."

"You are right, I was, but a girl can never tell with a hound like you," I said, teasing him, and kissing his cheek.

"There will be no Sir or Master while we are here. Just be yourself, Pamela. I have already talked to her. Mandy will cut your hair as I instructed. Relax and enjoy it. Your hair won't be much shorter than it is now, and if Mandy doesn't think you will look good in with them she will tell you. 

"Do you mean bangs, Sir?" 

"Wait and see, darling, shall we go," and with that Aaron kissed my lips, and then helped me out of the car.

*********

"You must be Ms. Rogers," Mandy said, holding out her hand for me to shake, "Aaron tells me that you are the Manager at Deluxe Foods. It is rare to find a woman in a managerial position these days with hair as long as yours. But of course that is why you are here, I do specialize in that."

"Please, call me Pamela, "I offered, checking Mandy out. Mandy was very pretty woman in her late twenties with a trim figure and red auburn hair in a long thick braid down her back. Looking about room I was impressed by the cleanliness and simple austerity of the salon and its lack of commercial displays. There were three comfortable chairs to sit in while waiting ones turn, and a few magazines on the one end table, that was it. 

"I'll just take a seat over here and watch, Mandy," Aaron said, getting comfortable.

"As you know, Pamela, everything is by appointment only, and almost all my long hair cuts are done while my ladies are standing. I do not over book, I take my time, and I am expensive. My policy is if you don't like my work the first time there will be no charge," Mandy let that hang in the air, implying that there would be no second time......."I am going to comb you out first to get to know your hair."

As I watched, Mandy to the hairpins from Pamela's hair and let the ponytail drop down her back.

"You have very thick hair, Pamela," Mandy commented while running her fingers through the ponytail to check for split ends, 'Yes, very healthy hair as well. I can tell that you have never colored it. Was it lighter in color when you were younger?"

"Yes much lighter," and then Pamela described to Mandy how she cared for her hair.

"You are doing almost everything right, Pamela. The results speak for themselves. I am going to send tea tree oil home with you for the ends. You trim your own hair don't you?"

Now that was a surprise, Pamela never told me that. "Yes, how do you know, Pamela asked?"

"Many women with long hair do that. It is very common practice when they first come to me and very rare afterward. I will know more during the comb out. Your results are better than most. Many self-cuts are a butcher jobs. My blunt cuts are almost perfect, but you will soon find out," and with that Mandy took Pamela's hair out of the ponytail and started combing with a wide tooth comb. 

Pamela's hair fell approximately two to three inches past the bottom her shapely ass too just touch the back of her legs. I was getting a hard on from watching. 

"After your shampoo, the initial wet cut will end here," Mandy put her hand mid-level on my darling's shapely ass, "I will then damp dry your hair to see how it looks to see how it lays and then take notes for your file.

"How much shorter are you going to cut it after that, Mandy?" Pamela asked, reaching back to touch her hair.

"That is a very good question, Pamela. I am very discrete and have several progressive women such as you as clients. I am sure that Aaron has already discussed it with you. We are all adults here, Pamela, and you are the last appointment of the day for a reason," Mandy walked away to lock the door and close the blinds, "You will be wearing a cape for your shampoo and wet cut. After that I will finish with you standing in your bra and panties. I need to adjust how your hair will look best on your figure and cut accordingly. Right now I estimate another one or two inches. Once I determine the final length, I will cut your bangs."

"Aaron mentioned that I would be naked for the cut," Pamela said half- jokingly, although Mandy didn't take it that way. Mandy was a perfectionist and took her trade seriously. 

"Well, I am glad you are taking this so seriously and are such a liberal thinker. Of course that would be the best way. I wasn't sure if you would go for that, but I assure you the utmost privacy and discretion."

"If you think, it best Mandy, I'm sure Pamela will agree," I offered, "Conservative and tough in business, a lady always, however a liberal in amore, that's my Pamela. It is only one time darling. After that when you come for your trims, you will be fully clothed. Mandy needs learn your hair. Otherwise it will be the shorter haircut we discussed earlier."

************* 

Well, I really stepped in it, or should I say I stepped out of them. I would be standing naked for a haircut. So be it. My hair was not going to be cut short and that was the important thing. After getting my pussy jewelry and ears pierced this would be a piece of cake. While my perfume, my special scent would be a fragrant breeze. 

Mandy whisked me to the comfortable shampoo chair and put a cape over me. Until then I never saw a sink quite like the one in which Mandy washed my hair. It was very large and very deep; perfect for long hair like mine. It was custom made from solid copper and the sprayer had an adjustable flow rate that pulsated which was soothing against my scalp as Mandy rinsed away the shampoo with warm water. 

Next she applied my conditioner, staring at the tips and working her way to my scalp rubbing well. Mandy then had me lie there for about 5 minutes giving the conditioner time to work while she took notes before returning with 3 large towels.

After rinsing the conditioner out under the soothing spray, Mandy squeezed the excess water out of my hair into the sink, followed by wrapping my hair in a towel to blot the water while adjusting the chair for me to sit up, explaining, "I'm going to section your hair while you sit in the chair so that I can pin it up out of the way."

So far I was impressed with Mandy, and commented as she sectioned it off and clip it in place with butterfly clips, "I love your sink. Where did you find it?"

"My uncle Ross made it for me. The sprayer and faucet are available from any good plumbing warehouse. 

"Excuse me ladies, "I have a telephone call that I need to take outside," Aaron said with his cell phone in his hand, "Can you please let me out, Mandy?" Aaron asked, while standing at the door, and once he was gone, and the door locked, Mandy asked, "How Long have you known Aaron?" 

"We just met recently, why do you ask?"

"Because Aaron is such a nice man; I have never seen him dressed like this, he cleans up nicely. If I weren't seeing someone I would want Aaron all to myself. That is why his money is no good here. 

"What do you mean?"

I hired Aaron 2 years ago to paint the outside of my mother's house. It was a mess. Mom is very stubborn and was very unsteady on her feet then. To make a long story short, after my Dad died, 

Mom almost gave up. While he was there, Aaron convinced Mom to start using her walker and arranged the furniture in the house to make it easy for Mom to get about. Mom was livid at first, until Aaron told her that he would knock six hundred dollars off the price if Mom would walk up the road and back while he walked along to make sure she didn't cheat. Aaron can be very persuasive and charming. Mom is also very tight with a penny, and wanted a thousand off. They negotiated the price off to five hundred fifty-eight dollars and twelve cents. 

Aaron pretended to hold out for twelve cents. They negotiated every day for almost a month. Aaron made her walk out with the walker onto the front porch before he would talk with her. He built a small ramp for Mom to get into the yard, and they negotiated over the course of the days while Mom was in and out of the house. She was very taken with him, and started paying attention to her appearance again. Mom then began making Aaron lunch and baked cookies for him. My goodness he drinks a lot of milk."

"Yes, Aaron does, doesn't he, Aaron is just a growing boy, Mandy," And we both laughed over that, and what Mandy added, after "Goodness, how much bigger can he get?"

"Did your Mom get the money taken off the bill?"

"Not for another three months after Mom paid him. Mom figured out a loophole. Aaron didn't set a time limit for the discount. My Uncle Ross followed her up and down the road in his car until she could make the trip up and back twice, just to make sure. Talk about stubborn, and cheap. That's my Mom."

I was thinking, 'Of course he left a loophole, and you can't have him, Aaron is already spoken for, twice.' 

"How is your Mom doing now?"

"Mom is constantly on the go. The exercise helped. Mom volunteers at the Senior Center now, and helps out with Bingo Night at church. If Mom knew that I cut and styled women's hair while they were naked I don't know what she would do? There it all sectioned up. It will be easier when I do it for the final cut. I need you to step over here, please."

"Your Mom might surprise you Mandy?" I said as I stood were she brought me. Before Mandy could reply there was a knock on the door, and Mandy let Aaron in, locking the door. 

"Did I miss anything, darling?" Aaron asked, walking over and kissing my lips."

"Not a thing, Master," I whispered, loving him all the more and then adding in a normal volume, "Mandy is getting ready for the first cut."

***************

As I watched, Mandy brought the first section down and cut it straight across to the middle of Pamela's ass cheeks. Using this first cut section as a guide, Mandy brought each uncut section down, combing in between, using these sections to determine the next cut until no hair was pinned on the top of Pamela's head. 

Once this initial cut was complete, Mandy blow dried Pamela's hair and combed it completely out again. Now the real fun was about to begin, for me anyway.

********************

When Mandy finished damp blow drying my hair, I reached back to check the length against my bottom. The freshly cut ends felt good in my hand, and when I pulled it forward to look, it was definitely better than I can do. I was a believer in Mandy. I tried to imagine what I would look like with bangs. I haven't had them since junior high school. They were short and childish looking. Aaron couldn't be planning on short bangs, could he? 

As far as I was concerned Mandy was done and we could leave to get my perfume. Then again, what about long, sexy bangs? Not that I have a choice, but....

"It is time to get undressed Pamela so that I can finish the cut. I think you are going to love it when I'm done."

I walked over to where Aaron was sitting and he stood to help me undress. I leaned forward and kissed his lips, whispering, "Please don't let her cut my bangs to short," Aaron smiled and nodded. Good, short bangs were out. Aaron helped me undress by holding by folding my clothes or draping them neatly over the chairs. I put my head back and shook my head feeling my hair swoosh down my back. Turning to Mandy I said, bravely, "I'm ready."

Mandy smiled, and combed my hair again, arranging it several ways over my back and shoulders before she wet it down a second time. As before, Mandy sectioned my hair and twisted it up, clipping it on top of my head with the butterfly clips, not taking as long this time. 

Mandy used a different pair of scissors for the finishing cut, bringing my hair down and cutting it as before. This time she explained the changes she was making.

"Since you have such beautiful thick hair, I have decided instead of straight across, I am going to finish with a classic U-Shape for a softly rounded bottom. 

When you wear your hair down it will give the illusion of layers without me cutting them. This cut is very popular in Japan were the woman have such thick hair. You are lucky and can pull it off nicely. If you don't like the look, I can easily cut it straight across again."

After the final cut, my hair was completely blow-dried. Mandy brushed it out and arranged it about my back and shoulders in front of a full length mirror. I loved the look; my hair seems to flow as I moved. I twisted it up in a bun holding it place with my hand, and then let it drop back down to touch the top of my ass cheeks. It was time to get dressed....goodness. I was enjoying this erotic haircut and so was Aaron, I could see an obvious bulge in his pants....good! 

*********************

I dressed and then sat in the chair for bangs to be cut into my hair. I was a little apprehensive but looked forward to the change. There were a lot of changes in my life lately and all of them for the good. 

The biggest change was meeting Aaron and falling for him in a big way. We were like characters in a story writing our own script. I think it was so sweet that Aaron showed such concern to Mandy's mother and convinced the woman to use her walker. Aaron knew exactly what he was doing and it reflects on his innate goodness. 

I closed my eyes while Mandy parted my hair and then combed some sections forward over my face. She tied the rest of my hair back in a loose ponytail, and then started cutting my bangs. I kept my eyes shut until Mandy finished, wanting it to be surprised. 

Aaron opened them for me by leaning forward and kissing my lips, whispering, "You look beautiful, darling," he then stood straight and stepped to the side so that I could see myself in the mirror. 

Looking back was a beautiful blond woman with long sexy bangs. They were thick blunt bangs that almost hide my eyebrows just ending behind my temples. They gave me sort of a Cleopatra Egyptian appeal and made me look much younger. 

"Well, what do you think, Pamela?" Mandy asked, "Will you be coming back to see me?"

"I'll never trim my hair again, Mandy. I promise you that. But I insist on paying."

"Absolutely not, as I said you are Aaron's lady and your money is no good here."

"How about a compromise then? Is there some favorite cause, some charity you favor?"

"Well, I do volunteer my time at the animal shelter."

"Then it is settled then. How often should I come in for trims and such and what do you charge?" 

******************

Pamela and Mandy settled for free haircuts for 2 years with the stipulation that Pamela write a check to the animal shelter for the price of the total trims and haircuts for those two years. 

After that, Pamela would still donate to the animal shelter and pay Mandy directly for her services. My haircuts would still be free. Mandy would not budge on that since I was her only male client. 

Before we left, I had Mandy fix Pamela hair in a French braid with two long pigtails. Pamela then touched up her makeup. When we got to the car, "Aaron, why can't I wear my hair down for you, or at least pin it back up in a bun? I'm wearing a business suit, and..."

"Hush, Pamela," I said interrupting, "you look beautiful and I don't want to hear another thing about it."

"You don't think I look childish?"

"I find this look hot and sexy. As God as my witness, you can never look childish in my eyes, Pamela. There are other ways to wear your hair besides up in a bun, and I like that look as well. I like braids you will learn to do all of my favorites." 




Tigress to Kitty Ch. 02



"But...", "Not another word, I interrupted, "I can use a glass of milk and a bagel with cream cheese to tide me over until dinner."

"Yes, Sir, then you will purchase my perfume."

"We will without further delay."

*******************

We sat close together in a little corner booth having a whole wheat bagels with cream cheese and apples with our milk. I kept stealing kisses from Aaron while stroked my braids. 

Most likely we would be going to the Mall for my perfume. There was a Boutique that specialized in it. They had or guaranteed to get anything a person wanted. It was nice sitting next to my Master in that cozy booth. I was thinking about the perfect outfit for this hair style. Something conservative and casual, kind of Mid-Western wife going to church look. I would surprise Aaron while he was in the bookstore looking at woodworking magazines. 

**********************

Pamela was smiling radiantly when I selected her special scent, Pamela's submissive signature scent. I chose Green Tea for her. 

The dapper gay man in the Scent Emporium was quite the salesman. He walked around Pamela looking her at all angles and the stood there thoughtfully a moment with thumb and forefinger on his chin and said, "I have three for you that will fit, but only one is perfect. Perhaps your Gentleman has a nose as discerning as mine." 

His name was Maurice, naturally. In actuality it was Maurice Pierre Picard, the owner and manager. Maurice gave me his business card and I gave him mine. But moving on. Maurice described the three in great detail as if each had a pedigree of their own. Pedigree or not, I liked "Green Tea" right off. Maurice described for us, "Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden is a citrus aromatic scent for women, an elevating fragrance that energizes the body, excites the senses, and revives the spirit. Notes include rhubarb, peppermint, orange peel, and lemon over a base of amber, musk, green tea and soft floral clouds." 

I bought two, and then Maurice walked around me and said, "We men are not as complicated as your beautiful lady. There is only one for you." 

Maurice handed me a bottle of Aqua Velva After Shave Cologne Musk. Boy, did this guy have me pegged. Pamela put it on her hands and rubbed it on my face and said, "We will take two. Pay the nice gentlemen, Sir." 

I haven't worn any cologne since Janet. How did Maurice know Aqua Velva was my brand? 

When we walked onto the concourse Pamela put her arms around my neck and kissed me, sticking her tongue into my mouth teasingly," I have a surprise for you, Sir. I need about an hour. You can wait for me in the bookstore. Maybe there will be new woodworking magazines for you to look at. " 

*****************

When we passed a small woman's boutique on the way to the Scent Emporium, I saw the perfect jumper, several different ones actually. It would be one style of dress to wear when I fixed my hair in braids for Aaron. The one that I changed into while in the boutique was an embroidered denim jumper. It had a floral embroidery trim on the scoop neckline and front pockets. It also had an empire waist, etched-metal buttons, and side ties. This jumper came down to my knees, and I chose a white silk-cotton blouse with ¾ length sleeves underneath and put on my Green Tea for my Master. I loved thinking that, my Master.

I also purchased several other blouses and two more similar style jumpers in corduroy; a green and a brown. Finally on a whim, I purchased a short black lace silk nightgown and black silk panties to wear later in the evening. Every nightgown I own is simple and plain, and I have a feeling that is about to change. I locked all of my purchases and clothes in the trunk of the Mercedes and then touched up my makeup before I met Aaron in the Bookstore. 

I found Aaron sitting at a table in the bookstore coffee bar with several magazines open and taking notes in the small Moleskine notebook with the mechanical drafting pencil that he always carries with him. 

I came up behind Aaron and put my hands on his broad shoulders, "Well, how do I look?"

Aaron stood up and said, "You look lovely, darling. That was an hour well spent," and then my Master took my hands and kissed them, "Could you please give me ten minutes. I need to finish this article and take a few more notes, and then we will have dinner."

I was walking to the music section when someone reading a newspaper in the small coffee bar quietly said, "Pamela," and peeked above the newspaper, "Meet me in the Ladies Room, please."

I recognized her voice, immediately, and well, Mom would have to me Aaron sooner or later. I entered the bathroom first with Mother a couple of minutes behind. Mom had the biggest smile on her face and I was actually glad to see her. 

"I have been sitting there for almost an hour watching him, Pamela. He is gorgeous. I had no idea he was with you. By the way, I love what you did with your hair. Those bangs really suit you. Now, tell Mother all about him." 

*********************

When we returned to the coffee bar, the place was empty except for someone sitting at Mother's table reading her newspaper and hiding their face. "Aaron put the newspaper down and stood up, 

"You must be Pamela's mother. I'm pleased to meet you Ms. Rogers," as he held out his hand for my mother to shake. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Bronson," My mother said taking Aaron's hand and not letting go. Mom was checking Aaron out and was very obvious about it. I was thinking, 'Like mother like daughter. I wonder how long Mom was watching him. Was Aaron aware of it?' 

"Now I see where Pamela gets her looks, from her beautiful Mother. I noticed the resemblance several times while you were turning the pages of your newspaper."

"Is Mr. Bronson always this blunt, Pamela? Telling a lady's secrets?"

"Always, Mom."

"I believe, you Pamela," Mom said, squeezing Aaron's hand and smiling, "Would you allow me to buy you two, dinner?" Mom, asked.

"It would be our, pleasure, lovely lady," Aaron replied, "Where do you have in mind?"

*******************************

At sixty-five, Pamela's mother, Madeline Rogers is a still a beautiful woman, having kept her trim figure. Madeline wore her hair curly red hair long and is able to pull it off nicely. So much for the so called conventional wisdom that mature women should have short hair. That Madeline chose to keep it red as in her youth showed a definite independent streak that reminded me so much of my Pamela. 

What a shame so many women subscribed to that myth and voluntarily resign themselves to be sheared like sheep despite the protests of their husbands. 

If I were twenty years older and not in a relationship, I might be tempted to peruse Madeline Rogers, to taste and explore her. Strong women make the best lovers. They tell you want they want and often are the most loving when they let their guard down. This was my private thought and would never happen. I cared for and respected Pamela too much for that. It was a passing fantasy and nothing more. Hound or not, there are things I won't do. 

We went to a very nice sit down Chinese Restaurant. Madeline and I shared a Peking duck while Pamela chose several vegetable dishes. We all had a very nice time and touched on several subjects, including real-estate. Madeline tried to draw me into politics. I gave my unadulterated opinion on the subject; Politics and Crime is the same thing, and then simply refused to discuss it. 

Madeline insisted that I give her my business card before Pamela and I left the restaurant together, and of course I took Madeline's.

******************** I was so glad when Aaron accepted my Mother's invitation. We had a very nice time, and I could tell that in the end, Mom really liked him. As much as I loved my Father, Dad is a quiet, timid man and is so predictable. Mother challenged Aaron at every juncture of our conversations and Aaron met her head on, politely of course. 

While we were waiting for the Peking duck, the subject of politics came up, Republican vs. Democrats, and Aaron refused to discuss it. 

Mom stood abruptly and threw her napkin down on the table, knocking over her chair. I could tell she was angry. Aaron stood, put his napkin on the table and said, "What a fiery temper you have, Madeline, much like your hair. You are obviously a woman of strong opinions." 

Aaron walked around the table and picked up Mom's chair, holding it for her to sit, perhaps quietly demanding was a better description. "What a shame few men appreciate a strong woman's fiery spirit or passion for their beliefs. I do. I'm sorry if I offended you, Madeline. Please sit down and we can discuss and other subject you like but that. I insist." My Mother hesitated, not sure what to do. Aaron towered over her and he was just so overwhelming. My Master has such a way with women, even my Mother. Aaron is bad to the bone, like in the song by "Bad To The Bone" sung by George Thorogood, but in a good way. Mom sat back down and put the napkin on her lap.

Before we accidentally met up with Mom, we had planned on dinner alone and then dancing after. We didn't order it ahead of time and a good Peking duck does take time to prepare. Dancing could wait for another evening. We had a wonderful dinner, and I left with the impression that I would be seeing more of my Mother. We went back to my house planning on cuddling on the couch together to watch a movie on DVD. 

While I was upstairs getting the bed ready for later, I changed into the sexy lace nightgown and panties I bought earlier. I called to Aaron from the top of the stairs, "Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."

I found Aaron standing in front of the couch with his eyes closed as I asked. He was in his boxers and tee shirt, waiting, like the good sport that he is. 

"Put your arms behind your back and keep them there," I commanded, and Aaron did. I put my arms around Aaron's neck and kissed his lips.

"May I open my eyes, Mistress?" Aaron asked, meekly.

'God, he is good,' I thought, 'Aaron said that so convincingly and I love him for it.'

"You may not, handsome slave."

"Yes, Mistress," and he had me thinking, 'Wow, I could get used to this.' 

"On your knees, and don't you dare open your eyes" and when he was down on them, "You may open your eyes and you may touch me."

"You are a vision of loveliness," Aaron said as he stood and playfully tugged on a braid, "I have a surprise for you. Look under the middle cushion of the sofa," and I did.

"I never told you!" I exclaimed, "How could you possibly know."

"For one, it is the only children's book in your bookcase. It's worn and dog eared; practically falling apart, yet lovingly kept and treasured. For another, you have two copies on VHS tape and no VHS player, my beautiful lady." 

Janet told me earlier in the day that Aaron had a romantic streak. I realized then that Aaron was also very observant and intuitive. We cuddled together on the sofa with cups of hot chocolate and watched the 70th Anniversary Edition of the Wizard of Oz on DVD. 

At bedtime, Aaron made no demands of me. Aaron took my hair out of my braids and smoothed it over my back and shoulders, saying, "My beautiful Pamela. You are a woman of multiple talents and surprising complexities. A writer of erotica yet a child at heart. We got under the covers and Aaron held me stroking my hair. There was no need for words. I knew that he loved me. 

Aaron held me until I fell asleep in his arms, content and warm.

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I was falling in love with Pamela. How could I not? Pamela feels so good it my arms, as did Janet, both more than just a toss in the hay. My Ice Queen, my lady and submissive lover with an imagination to rival my own. I hope I made the right decision about Janet? It would be much simpler if I could have both, but who said life was simple. 

The Community was a carnal rush ten years before, when it was love-them- and- leave- them; a novelty to my ego, where I honed my skills and techniques. I have always had a way with women, I am able to read them like a book, it is instinctual with me. Then Janet came along and everything changed. I slowed down with Janet to really get to know her, my little peach. 

There is no turning back now; the complexities of a relationship trump the fleeting rush of a one night stand. 

Janet was then, and Pamela is now, sleeping in my arms like... both professional women, both complex and deserving a man who can make up his mind. I couldn't possibly have a relationship with them both at the same time can I? 

Annette will be here tomorrow and I had best concentrate on that. Besides, all this thinking is making me sleepy.

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Annette arrived an hour late and I could tell immediately that Pamela and she did not like one another. I left them to their own devices as I had a house to paint.

On the third and final day that Annette was there, I was outside taking a break. I had just finished the last of the chalking. I would start with the first coat of primer as soon as I finished my milk. I was thinking, 'So far so good,' when I heard angry screaming and swearing. 

When I went inside to investigate it was my time to be angry. I found Annette down on the floor laying her stomach. Pamela had pinned both Annette's arms behind her back. This gave me another reason to be impressed with my Pamela, brains and being able to hold her own, marvelous. 

Annette is a large woman with almost the same build as Pamela. Annette used her size to bully and intimidate other women and some men, Janet in particular. Pamela was also hitting Annette's shapely ass with it. I warned Annette not to bring the riding crop. This was strictly a business deal with Susan as barter for payment. 

"Get off of her, Pamela! 

Are you crazy, Annette?" I exclaimed as I took the damn riding crop from Pamela and throwing it across the room.

Pamela got up and wasn't even breathing hard. Her tigress eyes were absolutely blazing with anger. Pamela is absolutely beautiful when she is angry. 

As I helped Annette to her feet, "That crazy bitch assaulted me! You saw it. You told me that crazy fucking cunt was submissive. Can't you control your fucking woman?"

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Aaron had the same look on his face as the night that I was flippant about my "safe word" and I knew enough to keep quiet, angry though I was. I managed to hit Annette's six times before Aaron took Annette's riding crop from me. Annette was the one that broke the agreement not I. 

Karate or not, I knew enough not to mess with Aaron. Aaron's grandfather pushed him to excel. He taught Aaron the rough and tumble no holds barred dirty fighting of his youth when he worked in the lumber camps. Aaron is also well versed the martial arts, his black belt or better as opposed to my brown. For all of that, Aaron has a gentle side, and can be so sweet and thoughtful. 

Annette was about to learn the hard way.

"That's enough Annette. We had an agreement. That aside, first and foremost you are a guest in Pamela's house," Aaron said sternly, "You will watch your language in front of her. Pamela doesn't swear or curse and neither do I. I told you that Pamela is subservient to me and nobody else. In all other ways Pamela is her own woman and my equal. I am sorry that I confided in you," he said, frigidly.

"But....." Annette started to say.

"No buts, Annette," Aaron said in the same cold tone. 

I knew that tone well, Aaron was angry. Janet and I talked about it, and now Annette was going to get the brunt of it. 

"Pamela, please have a seat. Annette, please sit here," Aaron offered, pulling out chairs from the table for us to sit in. I wisely sat down. Even though Aaron asked politely I knew that we didn't have a choice, not with that tone, unless I was willing to fight him; nope, not me. 

Annette tried to save face and sat in a different chair. My Master let that slide for now. Aaron then stood with his arms folded and closed his eyes to master his anger. He looked imperious and unyielding. Janet said that when Aaron made up his mind there was no compromise to be infringed upon, and he made us wait in our chairs like a father with two naughty girls awaiting his decision. 

Opening his eyes and sighing Aaron said, "We had an agreement, Annette and you broke it. I'm very disappointed with you. 

Pamela, you could have simply taken the riding crop away from Annette. After all, Annette is a friend of mine. What happens this day will not leave this house. It ruin will Annette's reputation in the Community if it ever gets out. I always thought Annette could stand behind herself. I was wrong." 

"Yes, Aaron." I replied. 

"Tell me, darling, did Annette manage to hit you?"

"No, I blocked and took Annette down immediately. I will never let anyone lay their hands on me without a fight."

"Annette, you will treat Pamela with respect or I will turn her loose on you again. There will be no more Mistress Annette nonsense in this house, do I make myself clear? It should be Mistress Pamela," I actually smiled at that one, "Annette, you will shake hands and apologize to Pamela and then we will move on, for friendships sake." 

"I will not apologize, and I will not shake hands with that crazy fucking bitch," Annette said, assuredly, "You should have told me that fucking Amazon was into the martial arts shit!" 

That was the wrong thing for Annette to say to Aaron. I just smiled knowing what might happen next. But my manners, I should describe Annette's appearance to put things in perspective. I thought the red silk pants with red silk blouse were nice but the riding crop was way over the top. 

Annette and I are almost the same height and weight; she is in her early thirties. Annette wore her dark brown hair in a simple blunt cut chin length bob style, almost identical to Janet's. 

The cut was very precise and it showed off her natural mahogany brown hair color. This day it was slicked back with grease and combed straight back with the sides tucked back behind Annette's ears. There is no doubt in my mind that Aaron would prefer Annette's hair longer. Aaron prefers long hair on women. With a fair complexion and dark brown eyes to go along with a nice figure, I have to grudgingly admit that Annette is a beautiful woman. 

Aaron's normally warm grey eyes where glacier cold and unyielding...immovable and resolute. I do not believe that Annette has ever seen Aaron like this because she turned pale and swallowed when he looked at her. Aaron grabbed Annette's brown hair at the back of her head and forced her to stand until he had up on her tip toes. 

"You have embarrassed yourself once already pretend Mistress Annette. The Martial Arts are a respectful discipline. Pamela put you in your place quite handily. Because of your previous actions, plus dirty your mouth, compounded by the fact that you were warned twice, our agreement is up for renegotiation."

Annette was terrified; she didn't even try and struggle. I don't believe that Annette was ever manhandled before like this and it serves her right. Aaron told me that Annette came from old money and almost always got her way. I was actually starting to get aroused watching. I wondered what Aaron would do to her next. 

"Pamela agreed to remain silent, I did not."

"Please Aaron you can't, you'll ruin me. I'll be a laughing stock, and..."

"Be quiet, little girl. I'm not finished." Aaron slapped Annette's sore bottom sharply making her yelp, "You do not have permission to speak. If I hear one more word out of you for any reason I will wash your mouth out with soap. As I recall you wanted to shave Janet's head. That can be arranged for you. 

Pamela, please bring me the coil of quarter-inch braided Dacron that is on the front seat of my truck." "This was going to really get interesting," I thought as I returned with the rope. I found Annette standing in a corner facing with her riding crop in mouth. 




Tigress to Kitty Ch. 02



"Thank you, darling. Annette put your hands behind your back.....good, cross your wrists and put your feet together." 

Aaron quickly and efficiently tied Annette's wrists and ankles together leaving the bulk of the fifty feet of rope neatly coiled on the floor at Annette's feet.

"The three of us know the truth, Annette. What a delicious truth it is. You enjoy both men and women. The three of us are going to explore your submissive side, and you will be the submissive.

I am damn sick and tired of the politics of the Community. You are one of the prime players. I didn't like the way Janet was treated and the sanctions imposed on her, and what I had to do. You were the swing vote. Allen should have been expelled. By voting with them, you went against me. Our agreement, this agreement was and is separate from the affairs of the Community.

I told you that Pamela is off limits and you didn't listen. You may still have Mary per our agreement except now with a time limit. Your position in the Community remains the same. Your professional career is your own, nothing changes there. I don't want your money. 

However things between us have become so complex I need time to think. You will remain standing in this corner until I tell you otherwise. If not you will find what I am capable of if you disobey me."

I walked up behind Aaron, and put my arms around his waist, hugging him. Aaron tensed momentarily and then relaxed. He turned to me and gently took my face in his hands and kissed my mouth long and deep.

"Are you proficient in the martial arts, my sexy tigress? At to what level did you progress?"

"Brown, and I can handle myself if that's what you mean, Karate is good exercise. Are you angry for me not telling you?'

"Actually, I delighted and impressed that you are capable of having my back if need be. It is good exercise and if you like we can start sparing together, but nothing has changed between us my love" he whispered "I'm still....."

"I know" I interrupted "you're still a hound and I accept that, Aaron," I whispered back, "Just remember you are mine and this kitty has claws and teeth. Make Annette suck on your cock while I watch because this will make a wonderful story."

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"You want to watch?"

"Yes, it will be fun to see Annette put in her place." 

"Very well, untie her feet, darling. We will leave Annette's hands tied for now." 

After Pamela completed her task, I held Annette while Pamela removed Annette's red silk slacks. Pamela then put her hand into Annette's white lace panties making her jump. 

"Annette is almost dripping, can you believe it. How hairy your pussy is my dear. All the better to...may I shave Annette's pussy, Aaron? I promise to be careful." 

"Not right away, I have something else in mind for Annette first."

Unfortunately Annette's hands were still tied behind her back. I had to cut off her silk blouse. That was not a problem. The folding knife that I always have in my pocket is razor sharp. I cut and then removed Annette's blouse in two pieces to reveal a white lace bra. I cut the bra straps and removed the bra as well. 

I fondled Annette's ample breasts paying particular attention to her nipples. This made Annette moan through the riding crop still in her teeth.

"Good girl, Annette," I commented as I removed the riding crop from her teeth and dropped it to the floor, "You are easily aroused. In this you and Pamela are much alike, complex. I do believe that you are enjoying this. Nevertheless there will be some irrevocable conditions for my silence, but for now, if you are a good girl I may allow you to come."

I picked Annette up, put her over my shoulder and then carried her upstairs to the bathroom."

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Aaron put her gently on her feet and then pulled Annette's panties down to her ankles for her to step out. Next, Aaron made Annette kneel at his feet so that her forehead was on the carpet. Undressing and dropping his clothes to the floor he said to me, "Pamela, come here please."

"Yes, Aaron." "First things first, darling, I want that grease out of her hair. There is nothing feminine about that look. You may help me bathe Annette, and after you may shave her pussy."

I filled the bathtub and got things ready while Aaron played with Annette's vagina, stroking and probing with his fingers.

Annette was moaning and her buttocks were gyrating and swaying holding her position on the floor. Aaron brought Annette to the brink of an orgasm and then stopped denying her the sweet release. This was for real... not a game and Annette knew it.

Aaron helped Annette into the bathtub making her kneel in the hot water while I undressed. I then climbed into the tub behind her and started washing Annette's hair, rinsing and lathering twice before adding the conditioner. 

Aaron washed her from the waist up paying particular attention to her breasts. I was now so horny that I could hardly stand it but I was going to get a special treat, shaving Annette's pussy bald. This heightened my anticipation and would make my final release so much the sweeter for waiting. 

No doubt Aaron planned on this, bless his heart. He made Annette stand while I washed the rest of her. When I finished, he helped Annette out. I drained the bathtub and then took a quick shower being careful not to get my hair wet while Aaron toweled Annette off. 

"Blow-dry Annette's hair first, darling and then you may shave her pussy." 

Of course I did as I was told and it was my pleasure. I used my hairdryer and a round brush to curl Annette's hair under. When I was done Aaron ran his fingers through Annette's thick soft hair.

"Much better, Pamela you did a good job. In five to six years from now Annette's hair will be almost as long as yours is now. Annette has no say in the matter of her hair now." 

Earlier Aaron spoke of renegotiations and of mandates. He now spelled them out to Annette in no uncertain terms.

"You will not cut or color your hair without my permission, Annette. That is Mandate Number One. I realize in your professional life that you are strict with your clients. I initially allowed for your methods because you are one of the best. Nevertheless you will treat Pamela with respect. That is Mandate Number Two, and Pamela may enforce that as she sees fit. There will be one further mandate. Can you guess what it is, Annette?"

"You demand my obedience and submission?" Annette answered softly while looking down, speaking for the first time since Aaron told her to be quiet.

"That has already established and you now have permission to speak." 

"Will Pamela be my Mistress?" Annette asked looking at the both of us.

"Yes she will. I am not into titles but since Pamela kicked your ass I suggest that you learn to defer to her, and especially when you are in Pamela's home. When you are here you will be ours to play with," Aaron said, while continuing to play with her hair, "I may use you for my pleasure if the whim suits me. You will comply with my instructions regarding Pamela. In consideration we will never repeat what goes on behind these walls." 

"Are you going to untie me now, Master Aaron?" 

"No, and as I said, I am not into titles, Aaron will do."

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Annette stood in the bathtub while Pamela wasted no time with the scissors cutting Annette's thick bush down to nothing. Pamela then lathered Annette's pussy and shaved her Mons pubis smooth and hairless repeating the process a second time. 

Pamela finished by rubbing Annette's pussy with a soothing balm that she uses on her own shaved pussy.

"Aaron makes me keep mine shaved. He will punish me if he feels even a hint of stubble. I love it like this. It feels so clean and fresh, don't you agree?" 

Annette's eyes were closed, and she just nodded and smiled. I helped Annette out of the bathtub and then grabbed her hair pulling her head back to kiss her mouth while I stroked her dripping bald pussy with my fingers.

"Do you want to come, Annette?" I asked, making her squirm and moan as I parted her plump pussy lips and touched her clitoris. 

"Please, Aaron, let me come...please let me come."

"Very well then, Pamela, Annette yours to play with while she sucks my cock. On your knees, Annette."

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I stood behind Annette and fluffed her hair about her head, "Have you ever sucked on a man's cock before, Annette" 

"No, Mistress Pamela."

"Since you are a guest in my home, Annette, I will be a good hostess and share Aaron with you in consideration for your expertise. Just get one thing straight, dear sweet Annette, Aaron is mine! You can start by licking the tip of his cock with your tongue and be sure to look into Aaron's eyes when you are sucking." 

I lightly cuffed Annette's head, "You owe Aaron big time. I'm going to talk you through it. Then you will owe me for your cock sucking lessons." 

I looked at Aaron for approval and he nodded and smiled while I grabbed Annette's hair at the back of her head.

"Yes, lick just like that....lick his cock, that-a-girl...does Aaron's cock taste good, Annette?"

"Yes, Mistress Pamela, it tastes delicious." 

"Good girl, keep licking and do it in a circle around the tip...nice...keep licking, that-a-girl...keep it up. I should have fixed your hair in cute little pigtails before you started...don't stop, keep licking...now lick the shaft from top to bottom...good keep it up. I will fix them in cute little pigtails when you are done...that's right from top to bottom...I didn't tell you to start sucking yet!" I exclaimed, pulling Annette's head back by the hair, "Pay attention, Annette."

"Yes, Mistress Pamela."

"Lick your Master's balls...lick them....keep on licking Aaron's balls until I tell you to stop. Be sure to keep looking into Aaron's eyes when I tell you to suck."

I leaned forward to kiss Aaron's mouth, and asked, "Can we keep Annette overnight? It can be a sleep over of sorts. I'm sure Annette doesn't have a problem with that," I tugged on her hair for emphasis, "Good girl; now suck on your Master's balls. You are going to sleep naked on the rug at the foot of our bed."

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