Idiokti̱sía, Ypi̱réti̱s, Políti̱s (Property, Servant, Citizen)
Salon Salon
Shannon and Pris continued to present themselves every morning for proper servicing. Whenever they were not around Mitch they resumed their dom/sub relationship. Shannon forced Pris into all sorts of humiliating antics, putting her on display and abusing her with various sex toys in full view of anyone who cared to watch. Pris responded in the most entertaining way. Humiliation ramped up her sex drive; the hornier she got, the more eagerly compliant she became; her fawning obedience encouraged escalating debasement from Shannon.
Shannon took Pris to the salon several times a week and left her at the mercy of Janice, the dyke hairdresser, while she enjoyed massages, facials, manicures, aromatherapy, and other services at the salon. Janice brought several sex toys to her work area and ordered Pris to masturbate with with them while the other customers watched. Janice ordered her to keep her eyes open and look at her customers, unknowingly triggering her urge to lick anyone who watched. Any customer who wanted was treated to a tongue ride from Pris. On a good day Pris could pleasure upward of twenty customers while Shannon was off getting pampered. At first the same gals came in to get licked by Pris. After word got out, salon afternoons booked weeks out. Pris brought in so many new customers that the salon traded any services Shannon wanted in exchange for Pris’s activities. Shannon started spending several hours every afternoon at the salon. It made her salon experience all the more satisfying, knowing her slutty stepmother was prostituting herself to pay for it.
Mitch and his wives moved from the resort into the Andrews mansion. He released Lucy and Lucinda from servitude and wiped their memory of their time with him, turning them into lifelong roommates and bisexual partners, always on the prowl for someone new to share their bed with, limiting each guest to a one week stay, always switching the gender of their next conquest. Mitch met with the resort management to get Lucy hired on as a maid, assigned to the same team as Lucinda.
At the mansion he, his wives, and Marsha assumed ownership of the master suite. Marshall Andrews was banished to sleep on a cot in the pool house. Mitch left Pris and Shannon languishing in proxy slave mode. They found they were cooperative bimbos whenever he was present. When they offered themselves to Mitch they pressed their flanks together and exposed their paired backsides to him. They were always used in the same way, single stroke fucks followed by a half an hour of 69 cunnilingous. In their relationship with Mitch they began to think of themselves as handsome breeding stock, nothing more.
Shannon found that with Mitch present she was unable to dominate Pris, something she enjoyed greatly. She started spending more time at the salon. One day on a lark, she had Janice dye Pris’s hair and eyebrows shocking pink. Mitch rather liked the look. He hadn’t been paying much attention to what went on during their salon excursions and quizzed Shannon what they did there every afternoon. Shannon divulged every detail. Mitch tagged along the next day to meet Janice.
Mitch enthralled Janice after the greeting pleasantries were over, “Ypi̱réti̱s, I would like to meet somewhere private. Is there somewhere we can go?”
“Certainly! there are several private client rooms for special treatments. Lets see if one is available.” The attractive brunette led them to the back of the facility where four closed doors had lights over them. A green light meant the room was available. Janice checked the schedule to see which one was unreserved. They entered one and Janice flipped the signal to red.
Mitch looked around at the treatment room. At the center was a regular salon chair with a shampoo sink behind it, plus a full complement of cosmetic supplies and tools on two counters. There was a full length free stand mirror and a couple of comfortable guest chairs. An ambient noise generator filled the room with gentle forest sounds. It was exactly what Mitch had in mind, “I hear you have been putting my slut Pris to some good use lately.”
“Yes, she changed a couple of weeks ago. I’d been doing her hair for several years. She was always your basic heterosexual housewife. Then one day, she just melted into putty in my hands. The next time she came to the salon, Shannon brought her. She was ordering her around like Pris was her, um, lesbian sex slave. I’ve seen dom/sub relationships acted out before, but this looked real, like real slavery. When she turned her over to me and told me to enjoy myself, I didn’t need to be told twice.”
“So I take it you have some experience using women like this?”
“Yes, I’ve always had sort of a sixth sense about women who might be bi-curious. It’s a lot of fun being a woman’s first gay partner. They start out all timid and unsure about themselves. When I’m done with them, they find out they love to eat pussy. Some decide they can’t get enough and give up on men. Others just open themselves to both sides. Pris was different. She never gave me any inkling she might be, … turnable. That’s why I was so surprised when one day, it was like a switch had flipped. She just laid back in my chair and gave herself over to me.”
“What about you? Do you consider yourself ‘turnable’?”
“Me? No. I dated a couple of boys in high school. There was nothing there for me. Then my big sister’s friend caught me at home alone one day, taught me the pleasures of another woman’s body. I’ve never looked back. I’ve had plenty of sexual partners, and lots of things inside me, fingers, tongues, toys and such. But I’ve never had sex with a man.”
“So you like to lick pussy, eh?”
“Some, yes. Mostly I like it when a woman licks me. It’s a control thing, I guess. When you lick a woman, you are either on your knees, or prostrate. I prefer to be on the receiving end of pleasure.”
“Which is exactly what’s going to happen.”
After years of telling herself she would never have sex with a man, Janice realized she was was naked, laying back on the salon chair with her legs up and spread wide, all without being given so much as a suggestion. Her face held a look of total surprize but her hands held her knees up and wide apart. Her pussy swelled and opened up, completely ready for a good fucking.
Mitch stripped and straddled the chair, standing above her. He leaned over, steadying himself with both hands on Janice’s tits, and slowly push into her unshaven pussy, sliding in until his pelvis pressed against hers. He wiggled his hips a bit, making sure he was all the way in.
Mitch took up a vigorous thrusting rhythm. He used his superior position and strength to fuck Janice very hard. Her whole body jerked about. She let out rising rhythmic grunts as each thrust knocked a bit of wind out of her, winding her up to an orgasmic crescendo. Mitch didn’t let up when she came. He’d had so much sex with so many partners in the last few months that his core muscles were tireless, unstoppable. He kept hammering her and drove her through multiple orgasms, finally coming himself, deep inside her. He rested for a bit, relishing the feeling of her. He then picked up the same hard thrusting, mixing his come with her free flowing juices. For Janice time vanished into an orgasmic haze. Mitch avoided tracking how long he fucked her. He continued thrusting like a madman for a long while.
Then without warning he pulled out and grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself into her mouth and partway down her throat. Being more gentle, he slowly fucked her face for a bit. Their combined juices had been frothed into a thick white goo, which now coated her tongue, throat, and the roof of her mouth. He forced her gaze up to meet his and told her, “Now that’s what a pussy is supposed to taste like, right? And you love it, don’t you? You love that taste so much, it makes you come and come.” Her eyes bulged out and she did come, almost violently, possibly the strongest orgasm she’s ever had. Stronger than any she could remember at least.
Mitch pulled out of her mouth so Janice could respond. While descending back to reality she licked her lips, feeling the slick texture, tasting a man’s come for the first time, recognizing it was mixed with her own vaginal juices. She smiled, “God, yes. I do love it. I’ve tasted my own pussy before, usually on some woman’s lips. But this is different.” She paused a bit, savoring the new flavor, running her tongue around her cheeks and gums, making sure they were thoroughly coated with goo, deciding it was pure goodness, “That was wonderful, Mitch. Fuck me again so I can lick you some more!” Janice lay back, tightened her abs, and lifted her pelvis up in eager anticipation. She had been on the receiving end of a strapon dildo only a few times, and never, ever in the inferior position underneath her partner, always riding on top, in control. She had no idea she could derive so much pleasure from getting held down and fucked like a rag doll. That it had been a man who had done it was wholly unexpected. Her pussy was stretched beyond anything she’d experienced, her labia were fat, puckered and tender, her hip joints sore from being obscenely splayed out. Forgetting entirely her preference for being the top, reveling in her loss of control, all Janice could think was she needed to be used. Oh ya, she wanted more of that. “Make come again, Mitch! Fuck me. Fuck me like a rent whore!”
Mitch obliged, slipping his cock back into her wet cunt. He gave her around a dozen strokes or so before pulling out. The moment he exited, Janice spun around on the chair, diving for his cock. He only allowed her enough licks for effect before he pushed her onto her back and fucked her some more. Switching back and forth between cunt and mouth, he continued her instruction. Even though she seemed preoccupied with being on the receiving end of a cock and the string of orgasms that went with that, his words sank deep into her personality where she would obey without realizing she had been changed. “Janice, Ypi̱réti̱s, licking your own juices off a hard cock and licking a woman’s well fucked pussy are now your main reasons for wanting sex. You will continue using your talent to ‘turn’ otherwise straight women, although you will restrict your search to young newly-weds. When you seduce some young bride, you will continue your aggressive approach for a few weeks, giving her as much oral sex as you get, keeping your relationship secret from her husband yet sending her home to fuck him multiple times a night, ordering her to return to you in the morning without bathing or even wiping, relentlessly asserting yourself until you feel you have her firmly under control and thoroughly addicted to your tongue cleaning her pussy.“
“Then Ypi̱réti̱s, once you have subdued the bride you will order her to arrange a threesome with her husband. Having sex with two women is a common male fantasy. Most men will readily agree. Once in bed with the couple, you will guide your hosts to having as much sex as he can manage. Have him divide his time between fucking you and fucking his wife, switching frequently. Dominate the bride, keep her rigidly under your control, but be excitedly attentive to the man. Make the action hot and nasty. Between his erections, put on wild lesbian sex shows to get him excited again. Feed him Viagra if necessary. Make sure the man knows you are training his wife for his pleasure. Make sure the bride knows that she is being trained to serve and only when she demonstrates that her pleasure is fully subordinated, will she be assigned back to her man. When he pulls out of you, immediately lick your own juices off him, orgasming from the act, making sure they both see your obvious pleasure from sucking cock. When he pulls out of his wife make her lick him clean. While she’s doing that, lick her until she comes so she learns to orgasm with a cock in her mouth, reinforcing her oral compliance with your oral talent. You’re free to vary a little from that, as long as you stick to the basic theme: training a young bride to become an obedient, enthusiastic cock sucker. The payback for you is the opportunity to suck a cock that just fucked you, your favorite thing about sex. Stay with a couple through several menstrual periods, long enough until you are convinced the wife is firmly under her husband’s command. Before you leave, tell them you are willing to return if he thinks the wife needs further training. If a man calls you back, you will assume he also wants to be dominated and assert yourself to that end.”
Mitch was in her mouth at that point. He pulled back so the tip rested on her tongue and orgasmed again, filling her mouth with fresh salty come. Tipping her head up, gazing into her eyes, “When a man comes in your mouth, it is a great treat. You will always smile as you swallow every drop.”
Janice shivered as the warm come slipped down her throat. Her smile was truly genuine, as was the twinkle in her eyes.
Mitch continued, “Here at the salon, I want you to continue your treatment of Pris as before. The only change will be that on alternating days you will get to have Shannon as your pussy pet. Pris will get alternating turns as the pampered patron. You get to have Shannon today. I like the pink hair, so she gets the same. As of now, they will stop shaving their crotches. As their bushes grow out, keep them dyed in the same bright pink. Do you have someone here who does piercings?”
“Actually, that would be me.”
“How convenient. Do Shannon’s nipples and her belly button just like Pris.”
Turning to the girls, “You heard what I said. You’ll keep coming here every day, switching turns who gets to be Janice’s bitch. I’ll be leaving now. I’m taking the car, so at the end of the day, you’ll go home to sleep with Janice. In her home you’ll both submit to her willful domination.” Winking at Janice, “Have them home by sunrise, OK?”
“You bet, thanks Mitch!”
“Oh and one more thing, Ypi̱réti̱s. I think you’d look a lot better with bright orange hair and bush. Get that done today, as well as piercing your own nipples.”
Mitch took his leave.