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Chastity receives her signature scent

The Major’s Pretty Baby Face-Chapter 5
Beagle9690
December 2013


It was bitterly cold on this February 3rd morning. It was much too cold for butterflies....or so I thought as I walked outside bundled up warm and toasty in my soft and luxurious knee length cashmere coat that was lined with red silk, including the voluminous hood; my birthday gift from Matthew.

I was also wearing a red cashmere hat, scarf and mittens. They were a nice splash of color to the creamy white of my coat. These were not the only gifts from him....the most precious gift of that birthday can’t be seen when I’m wearing it.
Matthew was waiting outside in the Land Rover with the engine running. He went outside first to scrape the ice from the windows and brush off the snow and get it warm for me.

It was a typical Western New York winter day with high winds and lake effect blowing and drifting snow. Matthew had returned from a weekend drill the night before. I spent Saturday at the spa and fitness center with Mary, exercising and getting pampered with massages and facials from top to bottom, including a pedicure. I spent Sunday sketching and painting or just lounging around and listening to music.

I have plenty of time to look my best for Matthew; frumpy and disheveled is not tolerated and may result in a spanking with my wood ruler. There is little mundane housework for me to do. I no longer have to clean an entire house by myself or do yard work; Matthew does most of the yard work for exercise. I no longer have to come home from work and clean house while my ex-husband doesn’t lift a finger to help; not even when he was laid off or in between jobs.
Matthew has a cleaning service come three times a week while we are at work. We share the basic picking up after ourselves.

Although we prepare our meals and cook together, I do the dishes alone. There is just the two of us most of the time unless we have people over for a gourmet repast.

I was given instructions to be in bed waiting for him when he returned on Sunday night. My hair was fixed in a three strand side braid and tied with a green ribbon.
Matthew came home very late, the bad weather and road conditions holding him up and he was exhausted. We didn’t make love that night. I fell asleep waiting and he was considerate and didn’t wake me. I’m certain he kissed my cheek and sighed contentedly after he covered me with my quilt. Matthew does this often when I’m sleeping or he thinks I’m sleeping and I think it’s adorable. He had a hot shower upon returning home and poured himself a brandy before coming to bed.....kissing my cheek tenderly before falling asleep.....he loves me.

Matthew woke me up earlier than usual the next morning serving me breakfast in bed. Black tea with a drizzle of honey exactly the way I like it; a soft boiled egg, an oatmeal bran muffin and a banana; he makes the perfect soft boiled egg. He was already shaved and dressed before I ate my breakfast which meant he ate his already. Breakfast in bed is something he enjoys doing for me from time to time.
It is something I do for him every Sunday morning. I serve him steak, eggs and home fries with his strong black coffee. We arrived at work well before everyone else to get ready for the mandatory morning 15 minute meeting with his staff to make sure everyone is at work on time and up to speed.

After the mandatory meeting, I brought Matthew his steaming hot black coffee as usual. He took a sip before he informed me...he was smiling as he took his second sip of coffee studying my reaction to the good news. Matthew casually mentioned I will be attending my first gathering in the 1000 Islands on the Communities’ private club built for this purpose in 1929. In the dead of winter on this cold morning I experienced butterflies in my stomach at the thought of being put naked on display in front of strangers.

Although poker-faced, Matthew’s green eyes told he was amused at my reaction for he reads me so well; as I know him so well....his intense green eyes tell me he loves me and his actions speak louder than words. My Master pointed to the floor next to his chair and I knelt next to him with my wrists crossed behind me as he sipped his hot coffee until his mug was empty.

“You’ll do fine, Chastity” Matthew assured me, putting his mug down and smiling “I’ve made arrangements to have select pieces of your artwork on display in the billiard room while you will be on display at my side. The Community is not all about drunken debauchery or kinky anything goes orgies. Yes, many members will participate in them in private. You will not for I will not share you with anyone. You will be collared of course. You will be naked for a time. You will dress appropriately and tastefully for the formal Saturday night dinner regardless how the other women are displayed.”

Masters have much latitude in their submissive women’s appearance. Unfortunately a few Masters are not refined or tasteful in this regard.
There will be music and dancing in the red ballroom. Most of them will be slow dances or Waltzes at my reserved request. We definitely will attend this delightful endeavor. Janet will be playing in a string quartet with other submissive women.”Matthew touched my face “Close and lock the door please.”

I immediately complied not wanting to be spanked with my ruler. Not that Matthew does that often, only to correct or to get me to focus. I again knelt at his feet as before when he asked “Did you pleasure yourself while I was away? I gave you permission.” “Yes, Master, on Saturday morning; I missed you.”
“Describe it to me, pretty slut” Matthew ordered quietly as he started to remove the hairpins from my braided chignon. “Yes, Master; I awoke in the morning pleasantly aroused and hugging a pillow....thinking of you and your hard cock inside of me.

I noticed the bottom sheet was wet from the nectar of my arousal and my nipples were hard and sensitive where they pressed up against it.
My glorious pussy is now forever sensuously hairless and smooth to expose the flower of my sex to your lips and tongue.” “Well said and I approve, please continue.” “I love my pussy this way Master, and especially when I stand in front of the full length mirror to admire my pussy jewelry.”

I will pause to say that at this point my thick and silky honey blonde hair was completely down and loose for my Master’s fingers to explore. In another two years of careful trims my hair will be waist length. Mary and I help each other to keep our hair in top condition including our weekly hot oil conditioning routine.
We use a coconut oil, tea tree oil, thyme oil and Rosemary oil mixture. This is Mary’s secret recipe and the results are fabulous. My long honey blonde hair is my Master’s mandate and my submission. The most wonderful thing is I submit to him of my own free will.

Mary warned me Matthew may cut our hair as brutally or ridiculously short or change the color if we disobey him. This subject came up on Saturday when we were discussing the written and unwritten mandates of the Community.
Mary told me Matthew did this once to a particularly difficult woman that he was training for another man. Mary said Matthew was quite physical with this woman at first using his belt when she was foolish enough to try and fight him....she gave him a black eye.

After a trip to the salon, Anne’s long strawberry blonde hair was reduced to a little girl’s mushroom cap haircut. Anne Abernathy is a corporate attorney. Mary told me Anne kept that haircut for almost a year; it was deliberately inappropriate for her professional image until her Master allowed her to grow it long again.

Long hair is the norm for most women of the Community. According to Mary, a disobedient woman’s long hair is sometimes publically cut short. A submissive woman’s well cared for long hair affords her a certain status and admiration among most Masters in the Community. If the mentioned submissive women are particularly disobedient; their heads may be completely shaved bald at a gathering to shame and humiliate them as an example to the others.

They will submit to their punishment or they must leave the Community contingent upon being found guilty at their hearing, while the Enforcers see to it that the hearing is fair. Mary says that the hearings are fair because abusive or lying dominants-Masters will be forced to leave if found guilty. It is a system that works. Approximately 10 years ago Mary admitted to misbehaving badly, omitting what she did, conceding she deserved her punishment. Matthew spared her the public humiliation. Regardless, everyone knew she was punished for some mandate or serious infraction at the next gathering. Mary’s slave braid touched the bottom of her ass cheeks when she was spanked in Matthew’s office behind his locked office door.

Mary was then sent to an exclusive upscale salon with a sealed note with specific instructions. Also in the envelope were two one-hundred dollar bills. When asked why she was there, Mary was told to say “I’m a disobedient girl and must learn to do what I’m told.”

The male stylist seated Mary sore bottom and all in a cubicle without a mirror. After the shampoo, her hair was cut into a blunt shoulder length pageboy.
The stylist finished the style by giving Mary large fat sausage curls that touched the bottom of her ears which he pulled back into two curly pigtails tied with bright pink ribbons; she showed me the photos. Mary learned how to make those perfect curls and wore her hair in curly pigtails for six months including at work while the other women had their hair properly pinned up. The haircut and style was to remind her not to overstep her bounds or forget her place.

After she returned from the salon, Mary was kneeling naked and handcuffed for the rest of the day in Matthew’s office bathroom until everyone went home for the day. She was then given another spanking before Matthew sent her home.

“Were you wearing your dangling beads on your captive bead ring to stimulate your clitoris, Chastity?” “Yes Sir; I’m wearing them now and I wore them last weekend as you instructed.” “Excellent, please continue describing how you pleasure yourself.” “I closed my eyes thinking of you and snuggled comfortably down into my pillows. I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck, down in-between my breasts, past my stomach to my crouch.

I was breathing deeply, totally relaxed, thinking how you kiss me with such loving passion; our tongues intertwined, fluttering and probing. I imagined your hard pulsating cock pressed up against me, or pulsating in my mouth when you pimped in your rich and delicious creamy seed for me to swallow. I was caressing my breasts with my other hand, pretending it was yours. You can make me orgasm merely by caressing my full round breasts. I rubbed my bare and smooth vagina with the palm of my hand, arousing myself until I was practically dripping in my arousal, until I was ready to use my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my vagina and then towards my clit throwing my head back in ecstasy.

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

My legs were spread wide as I ravished my vagina and clitoris with my both hands, rubbing my smooth hairless mound as my orgasm washed over me in sweet release too lay back to enjoy the after-glow.” “Please bring me another cup of coffee, Chastity. You will strip for me as if there is an audience critiquing your performance and they soon will. Afterward I’m going to put you on my desk and have my way with you. You will then pleasure me with your mouth and tongue...........”

Chastity’s clothes flowed off of her body as if they were liquid to puddle at her feet. Her naked form is a delight to my eyes; as is her smile now that she is free of that weak and insipid fool. She is my lover and my companion. My pretty baby face is a very competent personal secretary and a key asset to my business by charming our clients; including being in charge of company morale and good will with the little events and parties she organizes; my staff to a person adores her.

Chastity makes me complete with or without the Community for in my heart of hearts....I love her as I’ve never loved a woman before....Chastity is the most precious thing in the world to me....”

“I want you to lie on the desk, my pretty slut....that’s right on your back to expose your sex to me....good now lift you head.” Matthew pulled my long blonde hair from underneath my head and fanned it out like a glowing blonde halo on and over the edge of the desktop. “You have beautiful hair pretty slut and have learned how to use it well to entice and stimulate. The hint of your intoxicating perfume in your hair is my delight. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.”

I heard his desk drawer open and close. I then felt the cool soothing oily lubricant as he rubbed it lavishly between my labia with his fingers. “This is from Janet” he exclaimed “it is almond oil infused with rare herbs to stimulate a woman’s vagina and enhance her orgasm” and he leaned over and kissed my lips long and deep before he removed the beads from my captive bead ring, commenting “I do like that perfume on you.”

My body tingling with pleasure he slowly and methodically worked two fingers into my soft fleshy inside. Matthew pushed his fingers in and out several times, and then he pushed up hard on my pubic mound making me gasp.

He continued to massage and work on my clitoris until my body started to secrete its own natural wetness to mingle with the cool and stimulating soothing oil.
My Master brought his other hand to my flat stomach, rubbing and lingering, eliciting a soft moan and a smile as he kissed my belly button most familiarly.
Matthew’s hand roamed up my flat belly to the bottom of my breasts. He softly caressed them while playing with my clitoris. His fingertips rubbing very lightly over my nipples forcing them to become erect and hard; my breathing became deeper as he massaged and caressed my entire chest.

I could feel my clitoris swelling at his masterful touch and I could feel sharp little tingles turn to pleasurable pulsating throbs. My Master pressed lightly as he slid his hand in between my breasts and down my sternum to my stomach until fingers arrived at the crease of my left leg. He pressed his thumb firmly into my pubic bone before he parted my pussy lips and started to encircle my wet clit. I flexed my thighs, raising my hips as my orgasm started to rise


"Come for me Chastity... give in and let your body have what it desires. You’ve traveled so far in discovering who you really are. I know you can do it" Matthew whispered softly. “Let me see and feel your naughty pleasure; moan for me my horny slut" He rubbed my clit faster and harder. My head was turning from side to the side. I couldn't take any more of this stimulation. I trembled unable to control myself against his now harshly thrusting fingers as my hips thrashed from side to side.

My pussy was contracting in spasms of pleasure around his fingers as the loud moans of my orgasm escaped my lips, not caring who heard them or who might walk in on us.....I am such a slut. "Again Chastity, come again; you want to, I know you have it in you. Surrender yourself to me. Your body is so beautiful in this state of arousal. Do it and come harder this time” My Master voice was soft and commanding “You must learn to orgasm on demand.” Matthew leaned forward and kissed my lips thrusting his tongue into my mouth, kissing me long and deep our tongues intertwining and caressing.

I felt my Master’s mouth on my nipples sucking and biting them lightly as he continued assaulting my swollen clitoris with his fingers"Come... you horny slut... you know you want to come.” My pussy was dripping and the desk covered with my sex juices and oil as my engorged clitoris throbbed against my Master’s thumb; as he rubbed harder up and down, teasing my nipples with his lips, mouth and tongue...biting them lightly. I was moaning and gasping... I was giving in to him totally as my insatiable pussy hungrily devoured his fingers. My clit felt like it was ready to explode like a sun going nova. I was breathing so hard, my mouth was starting to get dry. "Oh... oh my god, Master; I’m such a slut!”

My second orgasm was more intense as it burned through me and his fingers were forced out of me violently as I bucked and twisted and squirmed. Matthew forced them back in at my orgasms’ zenith making me clutch the edge of the desk while I screamed uncontrollably with sated unbridled satisfied lust before finally going limp, breathing heavily and feeling somewhat lightheaded. I was thinking about my birthday two days before and the quiet and intimate candlelight dinner at home; just Matthew and I. Mary hosted a little party for me at the office.

Matthew served me the identical meal the first time I ate with him. The day we swam with the swans. I’ll never forget that day and neither did he; including the menu. As before, we started with a vegetable platter. There was a nice cheese platter. We had his outstanding six bean salad marinated in an olive oil, balsamic vinegar, garlic, and lemon juice containing various spices. Matthew served me freshly baked multigrain bread. We had ice cold milk, and of course the pitcher of ice water we have with all our meals. Dessert was an ice cold fruit salad with just about every kind of fruit in it including strawberries.

The unique and expected final finish to this thoughtfully planned repast from the past were two small pieces of dark chocolate centered on a bed of fresh mint leaves bordered by fresh strawberries dipped in rich dark chocolate. We shared our chocolate confections cuddled together on the couch listening to soft music and the very faint sound of the howling wind outside. Matthew put the dark chocolate pieces or the dark chocolate covered strawberry in my mouth to bite lightly and hold in my teeth. We bit it together and kissed sharing the taste on our tongues and lips with marvelous strawberry-chocolate kisses.

At around Midnight, I assumed we would be making love when Matthew took my hand and brought me upstairs to our bedroom. “Wait here, Chastity, there is something I need to do. You may put on your red lace nightgown and panties. Please fix your hair in a ponytail and apply your makeup. I want a sexy and sultry look this evening and red lipstick. Be sure to put the tangling beads on your captive bead ring. I was applying my lipstick when Matthew came upstairs fully dressed from the outside, his Navy Pea coat and watch cap damp from the melting snow. He was carrying my creamy white cashmere coat, my red cashmere scarf, hat, mittens and my knee high sheepskin lined black leather boots.

“Put these on over your nightgown, my pretty slut,” Matthew quietly commanded as he put them on our bed “Starting this second you will not speak until we return home. I’ll be waiting by the back door.” I knew better than to question why. He enjoys doing spontaneous things and so do I. I let my imagination run wild as to where he was taking me. Regardless, Matthew’s tone of voice demanded no less than complete obedience. Once I was safely buckled in, I closed my eyes and Matthew tied my red silk scarf over them. Seconds after we were off to our mystery destination; this was so exciting. I could hardly sit still. The roads were snow covered and slippery but passable.

When we arrived, Matthew helped me out holding onto my arm as we walked through the snow until we came to a glass door. I heard it swoosh twice, opening and closing as we walked through. We stopped and I heard the click of a key in a lock to secure the glass door. “Is everything in place, Cheryl?” My Master asked.

“Yes; being the District Manager has its advantages. I’ve closed the steel security blinds on the overhead glass door leading into the concourse for our privacy. I met with the night supervisor for Mall Security in his office and he is aware we’re here. I’ll stop back in his office before I leave.” “You will charge everything I requested for her birthday to my credit card.” “Yes of course, as you directed.”
“Thank you, Cheryl.” “You’re welcome....Oh Matt; this is just like old times.”

‘She’s called him Matt! I was thinking, indignant at her audacity ‘Only Mary is allowed to call him that; who does she think she is? “My thoughts exactly, Cheryl, please lead the way.” ‘We must be in the mall’ I was thinking ‘but which store?’
We started walking again turning left, then right and left with my Master holding my arm gently to guide me.“I’ve made some careful selections for you out of the hundreds we carry. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind, you’re the only one of my library girls who has remained true to our vows and kept your word to me,” and as he said it we stopped and my Master let go of my arm, removing my blindfold; I was thinking ‘What does he mean by library girls?’ “You may open your eyes, Chastity” said my Master “and remove your winter garments.” We were in the section of Macy’s where they sell women’s perfumes. The lights were turned off and the glass counters were decorated with dozens and dozens of lit candles in glass containers bathing us in soft flickering candlelight light.

Cheryl is about five-six and around one-hundred thirty pounds. She has a nice figure, although she was not what many would call a pretty woman; Cheryl’s makeup did bring out her brown eyes. Cheryl’s long and thick auburn hair was pinned up in a bun with a red ribbon wrapped around it. She was wearing a modest dark green dress with a white lace collar and ¾ sleeves. Cheryl was wearing taupe stockings and had black pumps on her feet. The only jewelry she was wearing were small sterling silver ball post earrings and a sterling silver chain with a small sterling disk that had her initials engraved on it.

“May I undress for you, Sir?” she asked. “You may library girl” My Master said as he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side....I kissed his cheek, standing proudly beside my love to watch Cheryl undress. It lacked a certain finesse, the way Mary and I do it, although she did it better than some. Cheryl’s movements were a bit to practiced and deliberate; they didn’t flow like water. Cheryl didn’t reach into herself and let things happen as I’ve been taught. Matthew contends a woman has it or she doesn’t no matter how much time goes into her training.

When Cheryl was naked except for her chain, pendant and her earrings, I noticed her pussy was freshly shaved or perhaps waxed; Mary has her pussy waxed weekly at the spa. I also noticed there were no tattoos or piercings anywhere on her body. “Please turn slowly for us. So far I like what I see.” As Cheryl turned, I noticed that she has faded white scars crisscrossing her back and buttocks as if someone beat her with a belt or an electrical cord at one time in her life.

“You may stop and hold,” Matthew said softly and I could feel him tense. I looked at his face and saw a brief flash of anger in his green eyes...it passed and he smiled at me, kissing my cheek. “Take your hair completely down and shake your head, Cheryl” and she did, her long auburn hair flowing in waves nicely down her neck shoulders almost to the bottom of her ass cheeks...the flickering candle light picked up the red in Cheryl’s long hair. She did that well. Cheryl has beautiful hair and it is cut straight across the bottom like mine is.

“Beautifully done, my dear, continue turning and then stop facing us. Keep your hair behind your back so that your breasts are always exposed to my eyes.
You have changed little from the time you were sixteen in high school when I left for college.”‘Bingo!’ I thought figuring it out ‘Matthew attended high school with her long before he met me.’

“I’m looking forward to meeting your fiancé’. Heaven help the man if he every lays his hands on you in anger or doesn’t treat you well.” “I love him, Matt. Please don’t even think of hurting him. I’ve finally met my soul mate. Bobby is very kind and considerate. After this evening I’m for Bobby’s eyes only.” “I assumed as much. After tonight it will be look but don’t touch or taste. What about your hair, library girl?” “I’ll not cut it without your permission, Sir. This will be our last time together. Nevertheless, I’ll always be your library girl.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask you one more question and you will answer truthfully. You wrote that Bobby saved himself for marriage until he found the right girl. Is he really a virgin and is he aware you are not?” “Yes, Sir, he really is a virgin and I can make him blush. He knows I’m not and he doesn’t care. He isn’t aware that I gave you my virginity. Do you remember how shy I was and how you could make me blush with just a look?”

“I remember? You deserve a kind and gentle man to love and cherish you. I’m very happy for you, Cheryl.”“Thank you Sir. I know he bought me an engagement ring. I’m expecting Bobby will pop the question this weekend at his sister’s for Sunday dinner. I’m happy that you’ve found Chastity; is she allowed to talk? She hasn’t said a word since you arrived.”I touched my throat and shook my head for no. “Sir would often do this with us library girls, Chastity; he would communicate to us with his eyes or a gesture.

Matt’s eyes tell me he loves you” I felt Matthew’s arm squeeze me just a bit tighter for a second as she said it. “Let me show you what I have removed from the cases so he may select your signature scent.”

There were twenty bottles of the world’s finest perfume on the counter with perfume testing strips to hold the scent. The bottles were covered with gold foil wrapping paper to hide the name. One at a time, Cheryl carefully sprayed the perfume from the anonymous bottles onto the strips for my Master to smell. Matthew nodded his head for yes or shook his head for no.

The rejected perfume bottles were set to one side until there were three left as a possible choice; the rejected perfumes were put back in the glass case and the used paper strips discarded. My thoughtful Master then closed his eyes and asked Cheryl to hand him the three perfume infused paper strips one at a time until there were two remaining. Matthew didn’t know which bottle they came from. Cheryl had covered them with my red silk scarf.

“Strip and kneel, Chastity” Matthew said and of course I did showing Cheryl the proper way to undress before kneeling with my wrists crossed behind my back.
“Well done, now hold your arms out palms up.” Matthew rubbed the two remaining moistened strips, the first to my right wrist pulse points dropping the paper to the floor, and then the left wrist in the same spot. “You may stand, baby face” and Matthew took my hands helping me to my feet, kissing one hand and then the other hand; letting them linger by his face to take in the different scents.

“I’ve made my selection, Cheryl. This perfume is perfect for her... In a word, the complex blend is elegant as well as pleasingly erotic. Chastity please put your hands behind your back.” I stood there with my wrists crossed waiting to see the uncovered label as Cheryl handed him the bottle. Matthew sprayed a bit on his index finger and traced his finger from the base of my throat, down between my breasts and down my tummy to my pussy. He sprayed his index finger again and dabbed it behind my ears and the sides of my neck. He leaned in close and whispered, “I detect the muskiness of your woman’s scent blended with wild rose and lilac; sandalwood, vanilla, plus apricot blossoms and this ambrosia delight shall be your signature scent, the scent of my woman”

Matthew kissed my lips and said aloud, “Take your ponytail out and shake your head, my pretty slut” and I did, smoothing it down my back so my breasts were exposed.

“It is always a pleasure to match the perfect perfume with the right woman, my gentle Chastity. This fine perfume blends with your natural sweet musky scent to make you more irresistibly intoxicating to me if that is all possible. Happy birthday” Matthew said showing me the uncovered bottle,”Tresor by Lacome”. He placed it on the counter and gently crushed me to him and kissed my lips long and deep before whispering in my ear, “the perfect woman for me” he then pointed to the floor for me to kneel at his feet. I knelt crossing my wrists behind me as Matthew said “Cheryl, my library girl, we’ll be looking forward for our wedding invitation.”

“Yes Sir of course; you’ll both be invited to my wedding and Mary as well. It need not be stated that I expect you to give the bride away.” “I’d be honored. Since this is our last time together in the venue of carnal delights you will pleasure me with your mouth and tongue. Turn around and cross your wrists” Matthew
commanded. My Master removed the plain blued handcuffs from the pocket of his coat folded on the counter and snapped them securely in place on Cheryl’s wrists before turning her to face him. He put his hand at the base of her throat telling her she must remain silent, like me.

Cheryl knelt and Matthew gathered her long thick auburn hair in his hands, pulling back into a ponytail and then twisting it up in a bun and holding it in place.
My Master felt Cheryl’s bun as he does with mine and Mary’s to gauge it thickness and size in his hands; squeezing it and sighing as he let it go for it to untwist and flow down her back and waist. He raised his hand palm up for me to stand while he undressed; handing me his clothes for me to fold neatly on the empty glass counter top next to mine.

It still amazes me how trim and fit my Master is. His lean ropey muscles were on display as he folded his arms across his chest to look down on her, the flickering candlelight dancing like a campfire might in the wilderness to illuminate his hard and lean masculine body. My unyielding imperious Master appeared in my imagination as an imposing naked barbarian getting ready to ravish a captured woman from another tribe. Matthew will have his way and sate his lust before ransoming her off. Cheryl will be well fucked and satisfied before she was sent back to her naive husband and he would be none the wiser.

I smelled Cheryl’s musky scent of arousal; I am attuned to such things now; as Matthew has always been. I was unquestionably aware of the sweet musky odor of my own rising arousal blended with the complex scent of Tresor that Matthew critiqued so nicely for me. Cheryl bent forward as far as she could, her long hair falling over her face and onto the floor as she kissed and licked Matthew’s feet.
I was impressed that she was able to return to a kneeling position without straining and keeping her balance.

Matthew nodded at me and knowing what I must do, I knelt down behind her and gathered Cheryl’s thick and silky long hair in my hands, smoothing it over her back to keep it away from her face when she licked and sucked on Matthew’s cock.
Perhaps Matthew would let me brush it for her later and restyle it. I was enjoying how nice it felt in my fingers. Cheryl first met with the Mall Security supervisor in his office earlier with her hair up in a bun. Would he notice the braided pigtails when she stopped in to tell him her business was concluded and she was leaving? What might be going through the man’s mind when he saw her?

Cheryl leaned forward and licked the tip of Matthew’s hard cock with her tongue, looking up into his eyes and smiling. She continued licking the tip fluttering her tongue around the circumference, followed by licking up and down to the base of his cock and then up again to the tip before she started licking and sucking while I played with her hair. Matthew made a circular motion over his chest with his hand and I was thinking ‘Thank you, Master’ as I got closer and pushed my breasts against Cheryl’s back.

I reached around to caress her breasts and nipples with my right hand while holding her hair in my left, making Cheryl gasp and then moan with pleasure as I stroked her hard nipples; her head bobbing up and down on Matthew cock as she licked and sucked with aroused enthusiasm. Matthew motioned to me with his hand to tell me something and I got up to kiss his lips while Cheryl kept licking and sucking, his hands now buried in her thick hair. Matthew always encourages me to use my imagination and he practices what he preaches.

He whispered in my ear and I left smiling to do his bidding thinking ‘There another item to add to your Macy’s credit-card my clever Master. You really are going have the bride before the husband; symbolically, as well as in the flesh. The icing on the wedding cake is you giving her away.’

There was a sales display promoting spring wedding gifts and a bridal registry that we passed by the north entrance on the way to the perfume counter although I obviously couldn’t see it at the time. I removed the white lace wedding dress from the mannequin and brought it back. It just might fit Cheryl and it was lovely; an off the shoulder taffeta gown with beaded waist I returned to find Cheryl on her knees with my red silk scarf over her eyes as a blindfold licking my Master’s balls.

Matthew said, “You may stand library girl. I’m going to remove the handcuffs. We are then going for a little walk. Chastity is going to dress you when we reach our destination. It will be like the days of our youth although ratcheted up a notch.”
I pulled my Master’s ear and touched the base of my throat asking permission to talk, knowing he would approve and he nodded yes. I whispered my suggestion in his ear and Matthew smiled nodding his approval. We then brought Cheryl upstairs on the elevator to the second floor where Matthew removed the handcuffs “I’m going to remove your blindfold and you will keep your eyes closed tight until I tell you to open them.

I’m still your Sir until tomorrow at Midnight when you are released from your vows. Don’t force me to discipline you. Matthew made Cheryl sit on a king size bed that was on display in bedroom furniture while I brushed her hair, parted it in the middle and braided the soon to be bride’s beautiful long auburn hair into twin pigtails. I tied the ends with the red ribbon from her bun after Matthew snapped it in half for me. Even though Cheryl’s pigtails were braided extra tight they were as thick as mine would be.

With her eyes closed tight, I dressed Cheryl, kissing her lips before I put the lace veil on her. The white wedding dress was a smidge tight despite Cheryl’s lack of undergarments; however that didn’t matter for what my Master had in mind for her....and perhaps me. “Do you remember when you confided in me about making a woman orgasm, library girl? Performing oral on a woman?’ and Cheryl nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Have you experienced this yet?” and Cheryl shook her head for no and I was thinking ‘This is so sexy and unique. Matthew’s throwing a private Bachelor without the groom and with the bride as the entertainment....I swear I’m living in an erotic novel.’

“You may taste Chastity. I allow her this pleasure on occasion; with permission of course. I’m going to fuck your cunt while you’re doing it. As you said, after tonight you’ll be Bobby’s alone.” I sat up against the headboard of the King Size poster bed snuggling comfortably into the pile of pillows while Cheryl got on her hands and knees in front of me. Cheryl’s tongue was soon fluttering about moist and pink; a warm pleasant surprise granted to both of us by our Master.

Matthew was stroking and probing her pussy with his fingers, slapping her ass as she licked and sucked on my pussy; Cheryl was moaning with pleasure. She became more and more aroused from the finger fucking and pussy licking, her tongue became braver as her orgasm began to crest. Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm ignited to flame, Cheryl’s tongue slashed and darted, feign and pummeled my clitoris while I wrapped my hands around her braided pigtails to hold her head in place.

Cheryl’s tongue and lips were the fuel and oxygen stoking the inferno of burning hot flames of euphoric rapture as my orgasm consumed me. I was squirming on the bed, the feast for her mouth, tongue and lips while Matthew slowly and methodically fucked her cunt, making her moan with pleasure and waiting for my orgasm to overtake me before he sought to satisfy him or her.

He then became more forceful as he reached forward and grabbed her long pigtails from me, holding them as he forcefully fucked her dripping and swollen cunt increasing the force of his trusts and the speed. Cheryl was moaning and squealing as he fucked her, his hard cock pounding her pussy as he slapped her ass and pulled her hair. Matthew’s orgasm was an onslaught of testosterone laden energy as his hard member assaulted her cunt, followed by torrential waves of his thick rich semen flooding her cunt while she still bucked and moaned her orgasm mere seconds later.

Lost in her orgasmic overload, Cheryl forgot that she didn’t have permission to speak and was now practically screaming out loud “Fuck me harder, pull my hair, oh god; pull my hair fuck me harder!” until Cheryl’s multiple orgasms ceased and she went limp.

She lay on her stomach with her head between my legs, and realizing how verbal she was in front of me, raised her head and looked at me, her face red with embarrassment. I smiled at her touching her face to reassure her with my eyes that it is fine with me; god knows I don’t hold anything back anymore when I let my orgasms take over. “Thank you ladies for a wonderful evening, except for one important little detail, Cheryl. You spoke without permission. I shall spare you a spanking. You will however wear your beautiful hair in braided pigtails until the end of the month whenever you leave your house, including when Bobby pops the question. This concludes our ménage trios for the evening, ladies, please get dressed...........

Matthew was quiet on the way home, lost in his own thoughts. The snowplows had scrapped the snow from the roads and spread sand and salt so we made good time. I was wide awake with all kinds of questions going through my mind. After we made slow and gentle love I asked “Matthew, doesn’t Cheryl have a father to give her away?” “Cheryl’s stepfather is permanently out of the picture; metaphorically you might say he’s still tied up. The bastard won’t be attending at all, although Cheryl’s mother and family will.”

“Will Cheryl wear her hair in pigtails for the rest of the month for talking without permission?” “She will; I released her of the over sexual vows; the rest stays in place. You can look forward to socialize with Cheryl and her new husband in the future. Cheryl will continue to wear her hair as I tell her and her husband will be none the wiser. Neither of us wants to completely sever the submissive dominant connection. The man’s interests and attention remain elsewhere, although I have no doubt he loves her. Bobby is much more passive and disconnected from the things that are important to us.”

“You’re saying that when we go to dinner with them as a couple or with other couples, Cheryl will be wearing her hair and dressing to please you?” “Essentially yes; it will be nothing overt or obvious. It will be a harmless thing though. I won’t touch her after she marries and Cheryl will keep her wedding vows.” “Why did Cheryl ask you not to hurt Bobby?” “The man doesn’t have a mean or hurtful bone in his body. He’s a pharmacist like his was father is well and liked by his customers. Bobby took over the family business. He’s a deacon and organist in his church. He reads Cheryl poetry and writes her poems. Bobby plays the piano and has two cats.”

“He sounds exciting” I teased “Maybe I’m interested in him; you don’t play the piano.” Matthew gave my ass a playful swat, saying “Still waters run deep, Chastity. Despite his gentle nature, Bobby is more than capable of protecting her; like your father did for you when you were first married. Why in the world would I want to hurt him?’ “It sounds like you hired a private investigator to check the man out.”“Perhaps, baby” he said kissing my cheek and rolling over “it’s late, get some sleep.” “One more question. What exactly do you mean by library girl?”
“Not another word. We’ll’ talk about it in the morning. Give me a kiss and go to sleep......”

I was awakened from my nice little flashback and daydream with “That was magnificent, Chastity; you are simply magnificent! You may open your eyes or leave them closed until you are composed and ready to sit up.” “Yes and I’m a tiny bit jealous” Mary said walking in smiling and she locked the door behind her “although mostly I’m proud and humbled because my student has surpassed her teacher.” I sat up as Matthew walked over to help Mary off with her coat, asking “Would you like to join us, my dear? We’ll finish this morning’s carnal activities as a threesome.

It will be a cock sucking contest between you beautiful ladies and I’ll be the judge. First and second place shall win dinner and dancing with me later this evening.
You may leave early this afternoon to prepare. I’m sending the entire staff home with pay so the contractors will be undisturbed to install the fiber optic cable for our new computers. I will stay to oversee the installation. You will wear your identical little black dresses this evening and I want to see your hair down with lots of luscious curls.”

It should be noted that Mary is no different than me in that she is mandated to have her hair pinned up or in a simple braid whenever she leaves her house. She may wear it down with permission or when she is out with Matthew. “How soon after the contest will you announce the first place winner of who sucks the best cock?” Mary asked, putting her arms around his neck and kissing his lips long and deep. “Never; a wise man knows when to remain silent to keep harmony among his concubines” Matthew replied kiddingly giving Mary’s tight little bottom a playful slap “You may have the first taste, sweet Mary.”

I got up from the desk and knelt beside Matthew while Mary stripped for us as she taught me. She didn’t take her hair down knowing Matthew likes to do that.
Regardless, Community slave etiquette provides that a woman must wait for the command unless told otherwise. Slave etiquette also dictates that a naked woman’s long hair if it is long enough, must not cover her breasts for more than a few seconds when it is down and loose. The naked submissive must remain vigilant to keep her long tresses over her shoulders and down her back so that her breasts are on display.

Mary got knelt next me and hugged me; she kissed my lips lightly and then hugged me again. Matthew turned to her for Mary to pull his zipper down and then pull out his big hard cock. The fact that he wasn’t wearing his boxer shorts indicated Matthew intended to enjoy a morning blowjob and it was planned.

Matthew is highly organized and thorough in everything thing he does; he has fresh changes of clothing available in his office closet at all times; check, recheck and plan for every plausible contingency is our company motto and business goal.
Mary kissed his hard cock first before licking the tip and looking up into his green eyes while he took the hairpins out of her figure eight bun. He left it in a thick and silky silver grey ponytail for the moment. Our Master stroked her beautiful thick ponytail as Mary licked his cock; around the circumference of the tip; the entire shaft from top to bottom and back again.

Matthew put his hand on the top of my head as my cue to switch. I shifted closer and continued where Mary left off licking as she licked while looking up into Matthew’s green eyes. Mary confided that she delights in this type of threesome; two women and a man. When we kissed I smelled the musky sweet wetness of her sex, mingled in perfect harmony with her perfume as we were kneeling close together at our Master’s feet....sucking in tandem on his big hard throbbing cock.
Mary’s signature perfume is Chanel Number Five, the scent that Matthew prefers on Mary above all others. He chose it for her when he first brought her under his thumb the summer he painted her house because Mary was wearing it to entice him.

Mary often spent the night with Matthew until I came into the picture, although not once after my divorce when I moved in with him. I know that Mary misses that, even though she never complains.

It stands to reason Mary also misses the intimacy of sleeping next to him or waking in the middle of the night to make love with the little gentle orgasms that follow. I’m sure Mary misses the simple pleasure of breakfast with him on Saturday or Sunday mornings. How nice and cozy it could be if we all slept together in the same bed on occasion or took turns sleeping with our Master.....Mary deserves more time with him after all she has done for me.....for all the good advice and gentle mentoring. I’ll always prefer men and the man I love. What is sex without love? I love Mary like a sister....I know she loves me. Our bond and our strength is our love for Matthew.

I started licking and sucking my Master’s cock getting aroused while thinking how nice it will be to make love as a threesome. I’m sure Matthew will grant us the permission to make love to each other occasionally in his presence. It goes without saying Matthew will have one or both of us afterward. He may even allow us a night or nights together when he is away at Reserve training or on one of his fishing trips. I’ll not be selfish. Our Master can be ours and not just mine, even though Mary as much gave him to me. Therefore, as I tasted the first bit of Matthew’s pre-cum, I turned him over to Mary after kissing her mouth and sticking my tongue in it to offer her a taste.

Mary returned my kisses as our Master nodded, smiling with approval as he played with our long hair. Matthew tugged upward on our long thick tresses and we stood knowing what he wanted. He kissed our lips long and deep, first me and then Mary as we stood on either side of him, our hands caressing his head neck and face as we kissed him, grinding our naked bodies into him like I have read in so many erotic novels. Mary went down on her knees sucking and licking his hard porn star cock while I kissed his lips as before, long and deep, our tongues exploring and fluttering until he pushed gently on my shoulders to join her.

Matthew’s right hand reached down and grabbed Mary’s thick silver-grey ponytail wrapping it around his hand as she licked and sucked sloppily, her head bobbing on his thick hard shaft. “Hold it in your mouth” he warned as he closed his eyes, moaning softly as his orgasm overcame him, pumping his rich creamy seed into Mary’s mouth.

“Open your mouth I want to see it” our Master said looking down at us. Mary opened her mouth and stuck out her semen covered tongue. “Share and share alike, ladies” Matthew suggested “Give Chastity a taste, my sweet Mary, and then my pretty slut will take care of your needs. Your affection for each other says well of both of you. I’m very touched and pleased” he praised taking Mary’s hair out of the ponytail. We leaned forward and kissed, Mary pushed her tongue into my mouth giving me a taste and swallowing the rest ”Very nice” our Master, nodded offering us each a hand for us to stand and helping us to our feet “please continue.”

Matthew brought us over to the small leather couch in the corner and sat down letting go of my hand. He pulled Mary down onto his lap so that she was half sitting and half reclining with her legs spread for me to pleasure her. I’ve never gone down on a woman before, although Lucinda went down on me after Matthew put her in her proper place. I was determined to please Mary as Cheryl pleased me.....

I lay back in my Master’s strong arms closing my eyes to invite the incursion of Chastity’s tongue as she teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent nectar of my womanhood. At first Chastity’s tongue was fluttering about, pink, wet and warm, fanning my secret desire to finally have her. This has been my secret wish and now my desire was granted at my Master’s command. I disobeyed him once when he had a submissive in his charge assuming I might taste her and she me. Chastity knows the outcome of my disobedience but not the reason for it. Matt spanked me hard with my ruler not holding back. He explained as he spanked me that he would have given me permission if I had asked him.

He was very angry for me breaking his trust; far angrier then when Chastity forgot to mail the Johnson contract, costing us a great deal of money.
Chastity’s was an honest, unintentional mistake while mine was a deliberate act of defiance with understood consequences....and now....

My hands were in Chastity’s long thick honey blonde hair as I reached back to feel the contrast of Matt’s high and tight Marine haircut. I watched these past years as Chastity’s hair grew out from the short wedge haircut she wore when I first hired her to the magnificent tresses she has now.

Chastity was plump then; plump and a bit dowdy. She wanted so very hard to please. I was impressed with her gentle manners and her open and honest innocent baby face. I actually took her to be a young woman just out of her teens although her resume’ told otherwise. Despite her plumpness, I sensed a repressed sexuality waiting to blossom. Chastity also impressed me as a well meaning bundle of energy and was graceful and light on her feet. As much as I love Matt, I realize soon, within the next four to six years, I will be much too old for him; when I’m in my seventies.

I’ve haven’t discussed it with him yet. When the time comes I plan to retire from the Agency and resign from the Community. I also want to travel while I’m still able and see Asia and Europe and have a few more lovers if I chose. I instinctively knew in my heart of hearts during her interview Chastity had the potential to be the perfect woman for him; the perfect wife should he settle down and marry.
Most men and women know when it is time to resign their membership to allow an infusion of new blood in to keep the Community healthy and vibrant.

Over time Chastity and I have become very close; closer than I have ever been with another woman. Chastity is like the sister I always wanted and I love her like a sister......her beauty and sexuality is breathtaking. I gathered Chastity’s long hair to pull it forward to cover my chest as Matt does with mine, enjoying this marvelous erotic sensation of long hair other than my own. Matt does this with me when we lay in bed and I suck on his cock. I fully understand why. His hands were busy caressing my breasts and stomach with my hair and Chastity’s while she licked and sucked and nibbled on my pussy......her moist pink tongue was driving me wild.

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm ignited to flame, Chastity’s tongue slashed and darted, feign and pummeled my clitoris. It was a purposeful and probing, fueling the inferno of burning hot flames of euphoric rapture as my orgasm consumed me. I was squirming and moaning; the feast for her mouth, tongue and lips while Matt held me in his strong arms. And then her tongue was gentle and calm, pink and moist; soothing as Chastity continued licking, cleaning my hairless pussy with her tongue; as Matt taught me to lick his cock and balls clean with my tongue and mouth in my guidance office following his Friday blowjob after school...he made me grow my hair long for him to do it properly. From the time I was a small child my mother kept my dark brown hair and hers cut in a very short pixie style made famous by Mia Farrow, mom’s favorite actress of all time. Mom was a school nurse and this style is easy to maintain as well as being practical and sensible. I’m an only child...again in my mother’s prospective; and she loves me dearly, one child is practical and efficient for her lifestyle; particularly after my Dad was killed in a motor vehicle accident when I was five.

My mother was also very active and insisted on healthy diet and plenty of exercise. Mom led by example and got me involved in aerobic and callisthenic classes at an early age and those good habits serve me well today. Like my mother, my hair started turning silver grey in my late twenties and like mom I dyed it at home to save money.

I was 39 and single when Matt came into my life. That was also the year I paid off the mortgage on my modest ranch house. Matt had just been accepted to the Marine ROTC to get the military to pay for his college after he graduated high school. Matt’s father traveled extensively for work and they were out of the country until Matthew turned seven when his father was promoted to a permanent position in the States. Matt was home schooled by his mother until then.


I was contemplating having the inside and outside of my house painted over the summer. I had three estimates from painting contractors and I thought they were too high. I also wasn’t pleased that all the painters couldn’t get to me until the late fall. I wanted the work done during summer break and in passing I mentioned this to a few of my colleagues lounge. Matt heard about it and approached me in the teacher’s parking lot after school; all six foot four inches of him, towering over my five foot six inches.

Matt was sweaty from his hockey game and his long wavy black hair was messy and damp; I noticed blood stains on his hockey jersey. “May I have a moment of your time please, Ms. Jones?” he asked politely, “My name is Matthew Wright. It’s come to my attention you want your house painted.” “Yes I do young man” I replied looking into his bold green eyes, “Do you have any experience painting and who brought it to your attention?” Coach Anders and yes I have experience. I’ve already been to your house and calculated the exact outside square footage....”

Matt then proceeded to give me the square feet of my house down to the inch and how many hours he estimated it would take him to scrape caulk, prime and paint it.” I was only half listening; there was just something about Matt; handsome yes, but it was more than that. He radiated testosterone with calm and controlled manliness years older than his actual age of eighteen....or perhaps it was my imagination or wishful thinking. If he was five years older I would definitely be interested.

Even as Matt was explaining he knew I was only half listening to him and why; he was picking up my body language and smiling, his eyes saying, “You can’t handle me, lady.” He was undressing me with his bold green eyes. “I have all the necessary equipment; ladders, scrapers and brushes. You can provide the paint primer and such or I’ll purchase them for you and add them to my estimate. May I stop by later this evening and we can talk about it?” “You may. How about around six this evening....”

I had second thoughts about hiring Matt so I telephoned Dave Anders when I got home. Dave is a Math teacher and Matt’s hockey coach. Dave’s wife Sue and I are good friends. Sue does catering out of their home. “I assure you Mary, he’s absolutely reliable. Matthew painted my house last fall. Don’t let his reputation on the ice put you off.”“What reputation, Dave?” and he started laughing.

“There’s a saying among us coach’s and it’s a good thing. Did you hear about Mad Dog Wright? He attended the fights and a hockey game broke out. In a nutshell, Matthew is a terror on the ice if the opposing team decides to get overly rough with him or his teammates. He is known for his pugnacious style of hockey.”

“So, you’re saying Matt’s into contact sports” “You might say that and although football or soccer doesn’t interest him, Matthew is also a gymnast. It’s a sport that he practices alone to compete as an individual rather than as a team effort. He says it helps him focus.”“I get the picture; Matthew is not the typical jock.”
“Matthew is not typical anything and the young ladies seem to like him. He’s polite, respectful and quite reserved; Matthew is far more mature than his chronological age. If you keep your appointment with him you’ll see what I mean.” “What about his family, Dave?”Matthew comes from a good family. I know for a fact he adores his younger sister. I wasn’t acquainted with Matthew when Laura was attacked and mauled by a large dog. Laura was five years old at the time and her face and arms were badly bitten. She is very lucky to be alive.”

“Laura is Matthew Wright’s sister!” I exclaimed “I should have caught the connection right away. I remember reading about it when I came back from vacation at the 1000 Islands. The Newspapers reported Matthew was thirteen and saved his sister’s life by killing the dog with his Boy Scout axe.” “Correct, and that took guts. You know how I feel about my daughters and how protective of them I am.” “Yes, I do, just as I know you’ve always wanted a son.”

“I’ve accepted God’s will Mary and I love my daughters; I’d kill for them. You’ve met Anne Sinclair, my neighbor from across the street. Anne was Laura’s intensive care nurse while the child was in the hospital. It was very traumatic for Laura.
As Laura recovered from her injuries in the hospital, the child became more and more withdrawn and unresponsive. The resident child psychologist couldn’t reach her. It was Matthew who brought Laura out of it. He was with her every day doing his school work in the evening.

Anne told me Matthew did everything he could think to get his little sister to talk or smile. He brought his sister’s dolls to her hospital room and talked in silly voices. He read Laura’s favorite books to her and sang to her. He drew her pictures on the walls and made up stories about them. He rode a unicycle in an out of the room juggling her stuffed animals. Matthew made sock puppets with his socks and pretended they bit his nose and hers. Mad Dog tried everything....including standing on his head and it worked. Laura attends all his hockey games. Matthew attends all her music recitals. They are each other’s biggest fans.”

“I take it Matthew’s parents can’t afford to send him to college? Is that why he works summers, painting?” “Matthew’s parents can well afford to send him to college. His uncle Ross left Matt with a great deal of money in a trust fund after he died. Matthew is determined to do things his way. He doesn’t want to beholden to anyone.”“Beholden; now that’s a word you don’t hear everyday” I commented, smiling.

“It’s a great word” Dave agreed “it’s a word we don’t use much these days.”
“How are Matthew’s Math grades and how can he graduate next year when he’s only a sophomore now?” “He get’s straight A’s and finishes his Math homework during class. Geometry, algebra and trig are just mental exercises for him. He didn’t start public school until he was seven; Matthew was home schooled until then. I’ve seen to it that Matthew will be bumped up to senior next year because of his grades and his age; he can ace any test the Regents board can give him.

We can agree the young man is anything but typical; he’s focused on whatever task he puts his mind to and does it well, including painting. Matthew is enrolled Marine ROTC to pay for his college.” I’ll assume Matthew is a straight A student right down the line? I’ve taken into account his money held in a trust fund. Why join the Marines when he can apply for scholarships and grants.” Matthew’s sense of duty and love of country runs deep; is there anything else you’d like to know about him, Mary?” “No, you’ve been a great help. I’ll talk with Matthew this evening before I make my decision.....”

Matt was punctual and arrived on time. He was dressed neatly in dark dress slacks with a white shirt and tie. His thick curly black hair was combed neatly back and his face was freshly shaved....he looked good enough to eat.
To make this part of the story short, I hired Matt. He was scheduled to begin in six weeks when school let out for the summer. Although polite, Matt was all business before we consummated our deal with a handshake; he would start with one room on the inside then we would see.

After that, Matt was charming and funny as we sat in my kitchen and talked over orange juice. I had to remind myself he was only eighteen because we talked about everything but school and I became lost in his intense green eyes.
I’d never done anything like this before, but I covertly kept close tabs on him to see what students or faculty members he associated with. Dave Ander’s was the only faculty member that Matt spent any real time with after school. I attended Matt’s last four hockey games; many teachers attend sporting events in support of the students. During the second game it was obvious how he got the nickname Mad Dog Wright; apparently the two big burly players who tried to shut him down thought Matt a pushover.

They slammed Matt against the boards several times getting in their cheap shots, doing time in the penalty box. While there they taunted him. Matt smiled at their taunts flavored with profanity, waiting for Dave to give him the go ahead.
They didn’t get anymore ice time after their third time due to their injuries for which Matt did his turn in the penalty box. When he returned to the ice the game settled down and became more reasonable.

His sister Laura was always there, with or without her parents and sometimes Laura was allowed to sit with the team on the bench to cheer them on. I made it a point to talk with her and Matt after the games; hiding in plain sight so to speak.
There were three familiar girls in particular from our school who attended Matt’s games that needed watching; Kimberley Susan and Cheryl. Their last names are not important. Kimberley was the oldest at seventeen; a strikingly beautiful strawberry blonde with blue eyes and the trim willowy figure of a runway model. Kimberly was the tallest of the three at six-one and the most outgoing. Kimberly graduated the same year as Matt.

Susan had light brown hair and hazel eyes. Susan was pretty; not strikingly beautiful like Kimberley. At five-eight Susan’s figure was nice for a young lady of sixteen. Susan also graduated with Matt. This brings us to shy brown eyed Cheryl who was charitably plain and a bit on the plump side at five-six. Cheryl’s best feature was her very long waist length auburn hair. Cheryl was fifteen and would graduate a year after Matt.

Matt sat with them in the library during their free periods. They studied and did their homework; or should I say the girls studied him while Matt helped them with their homework. They were not loud or rambunctious as many students are in their free study periods. Matt didn’t overtly flirt with them or bring undue attention. He was focused at the task of hand and they were focused on him.
They walked together between classes and ate their lunch together. They kissed his cheek before they left to go to different classes. For his part Matt was a gentleman.

From my observations Matt favored shy and plain Cheryl the most. Cheryl always sat next to Matt and received the most attention and encouragement from him.

I was aware that Cheryl’s home life wasn’t the best, and that she didn’t get along well with her stepfather. I made it a point to talk to Kimberly and Susan’s parents at the bi-yearly school open house; they are nice people. I did the same with Cheryl’s mother and stepfather. I wasn’t impressed with Cheryl’s mother. The stepfather on the other hand was blunt, obnoxious and opinionated. He acted like he didn’t want to be there and kept looking at his expensive watch. From the way that he talked, I received the impression he didn’t think much of women in general. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were abusive to his wife and stepdaughter.

To be charitable, let’s just say he rubbed me the wrong way. I wasn’t sorry when I found out what happened to the man when he met with a ridiculous accident; or shall I say Cheryl’s stepfather experienced a highly unusual and embarrassing; painful and humiliating incident while he was hunting. That was the year that Cheryl graduated high school and Matt was away at college. I only saw Matt on weekends or between semesters.

I barely recognized him when he came home for the first time late Friday night in his dress uniform ram rod straight and imposing with all his beautiful thick curly hair gone. Matthew had the traditional Marine high and tight military haircut when he walked through my front door, closing and locking it behind him.
I spent the day getting ready for this evening. My makeup was perfect and my hair was freshly washed and curled for his fingers to play with. I carefully applied my makeup and put my perfume on for him. I wasn’t allowed to wear perfume unless I was with him.

I was naked when I greeted him at the door; naked except for a half-inch cable titanium choker secured with a hidden recessed lock that needed a key to remove it. It actually was a very pretty piece of jewelry and served as my slave collar.
Engraved on the back near the lock plate is Mary, Matthew’s woman. It was sent to me the week before by registered mail with instructions to wear it when I greeted him at the door. Matt pulled me tight to him and kissed my lips long and deep. My God how my Master kissed me that night; with such testosterone laden passion; my heart was pounding in my chest and I thought I might swoon.

At forty years of age I was left flustered and breathless as Matt pointed to the floor for me to get on my knees and suck on his porn star cock.

I was desperate to please him. He made it no secret he was fucking other women on occasion when he was away; I was willing to share him for our weekends alone. Matt’s hands were buried in my hair as I licked and sucked sloppily; looking into his intense and demanding green eyes. I swallowed every drop of his creamy cum when his orgasm burned through him.

Dear god, the multiple intense orgasms I had when he fucked me rough and hard several times that night, filling me with his seed. He made me breakfast in the morning; coffee, toast, bacon and the best soft boiled egg to ever pass my lips.
We went out for dinner and dancing that evening and he treated me like a lady. He is very gentle and considerate; a gentleman, however, that’s Matt when I’m not kneeling at his feet. Matt definitely has a romantic and gentle side and we talk as lovers will do. He respects my opinion and asks for advice on occasion. It isn’t all about sex with us.

My hair was just touching my shoulders when he first returned home. I was growing it out for him. I hated the fact that it was two-tone; brown on the bottom and a beautiful silver grey above and I didn’t have a say in that. The following Saturday morning Matt took me to the salon to have the brown cut out. I was wearing a bright yellow sleeveless summer dress. He took my panties away from me before we walked in. I wasn’t allowed to talk. I was only allowed smile and nod in agreement as he gave my pretty young stylist her instructions.

I left the salon with a blunt silver grey bob barely touching the bottom of my ears, panty-less and horny. But getting back to Cheryl’s stepfather; after receiving an anonymous telephone call, the local Game Warden, Jack Taylor; Jack found Cheryl’s stepfather naked, gagged and hogtied hanging upside by his feet from an Elm tree on posted property and that is not the half of it. Jack is my first cousin on my mother’s side of the family.

Cheryl’s stepfather’s back and buttocks were covered in raised red welts with the skin lacerated and bleeding in places. Jack cut him down and turned the case over to the Sheriff’s Department. From there the stepfather was taken by ambulance to the trauma center where he received medical treatment. He refused to speak or cooperate with the authorities and there was little they could do.

Not only were his clothes and boots missing so was his shotgun. There were no visible tracks in and out from where he was hogtied not even his own. It is Jack’s opinion the beating was a warning of worse to come. Cheryl’s stepfather is a known gambler and a drinker. He is a braggart who liked to play the big shot and tell offensive off color jokes. I experienced for myself what an obnoxious opinioned braggart the man was; although not so much anymore. It was Jack’s opinion that he owed a great deal of money to someone who was connected to the mob and this was his warning, pay-up or there will be worse to come......I’m not so sure it is the mob.

Cheryl lost weight during the summer Matt painted my house, despite her turbulent home life she continued to lose weight throughout the early part of the following school year until she had a very nice figure. I have always been interested in erotica and adult literature and had an extensive library of what was available at the time. It was a secret pleasure that I kept to myself. Because of this I noticed and looked for signs or clues in the on how they acted and behaved around Matt, such as how the girls dressed and wore their hair....they were very passive around him and deferred to him with everything.....I had my suspicions.

All three girls had long or very long hair-Cheryl being the longest, with the other two girl’s hair falling to the middle of their back. None of them had bangs or layers in their hair; it was blunt cut straight across the bottom. I noticed these young ladies hair were styled the same, even something as simple as their part; in the center or off to the side. Their hair might be styled in several braid variations; pigtails, braided pigtail, ponytails or buns on any given day.

On occasion they changed their hairstyle over the course of the school day from loose and free to up in a bun or chignon, or pinned up to down or any variation in between. In addition, no matter what the hairstyle was chosen for them they always had a red ribbon tied to or woven into their hair. I noticed little innocent things like that, or perhaps not so innocent to the trained eye; it was fascinating. This prompted me to really start looking; Matt had them wearing the minimum of makeup.

The only jewelry I observed, or if you prefer allowed were simple sterling silver earrings; a small ball on a post. They always wore the identical sterling silver chain.

On the chain was a small plain round disk pendant also of sterling silver. The girl’s initials were engraved on the front. What I didn’t know and still don’t is what was engraved on the back, for Matt’s eyes only. If one of these young ladies wore a dress they all wore dresses, although the style or color varied so as not too obvious; the same for blue jeans and a blouse. I didn’t observe them change clothes during the course of the school day; modest dresses or long skirts and a blouse were the norm. They wore nothing suggestive, flashy, trashy or tawdry.

This stoked my imagination because I wondered if Matt allowed them to wear panties, or took them away if they displeased him.... or just took them away on a whim....who would guess such a thing since they dressed so modestly. I would have given a days’ pay to know if their pussies were shaved or their bushes shaped and trimmed. On the surface to most students or faculty members they were just good friends.... or at the most, Matt’s groupies....it was under the surface that interested me.

I’m convinced Matt had sexual relations with all three; separately or together, all through their last two years of high school before he moved on to college; to then have sex with college girls or any woman who struck his fancy. As I said, I have always been interested in erotica and adult literature and a theory about Matt that I might make reality if I played my chess right; a game in which I excelled thanks to my mother.

Chess is a game in which the serious player learns to plan ahead several moves. It is where the true chess aficionados learn to think outside of the box. I had plans for young Mr. Wright and that would occur while he was painting the inside of my house. I was more than up to the challenge.....I wanted to see if he could handle me....

We decided to do our hair at Mary’s little white house and get ready for our evening of dinner and dancing. Matthew told us he was going home to shower and shave. He would then pick us up around six; although it didn’t quite happen that way. Mary answered the knock at her front door assuming Matthew forgot his key to let himself in.

There was a Chauffer attired in the traditional dark blue livery standing at the door to escort us to a true classic of a bygone era; a fully restored 1948 Chrysler Crown Imperial Limousine. It never fails to amaze us how Matthew dreams up these surprises for us or how he manages to pull them off. This classic car can best be described as elegant and stately as opposed to the stretch limos so prolific today; party cars that are ostentatious and flashy, built to seat twelve or more.

We were escorted to the limo to find Matthew waiting for us in the back seat with a bottle of Champagne well chilled and three tulip glasses. We drove to an exclusive and expensive five star Bistro. It is a very upscale and exclusive establishment with a renowned if somewhat eccentric Chef. Reservations are highly recommended and we didn’t have one. It is closed Sunday and Monday.

The wait for those with reservations was an hour or more and those without, maybe we can get you in before we close. But as I said, the food is ambrosia and nectar. We didn’t wait in line; the Chef met us personally at the back kitchen door and we were greeted warmly before he took us to our white tablecloth covered table with a crystal vase full of red carnations as the centerpiece for our sumptuous repast.

Our renowned Chef, Nicholas La Belle is a genius in the kitchen. When Matthew and Mary met him by happenstance some years back, they didn’t know Nicholas is a Chef or that he is gay. For as conservative as Matthew is in most things, he cares little what people do in their private lives or in their bedrooms; he feels it’s none of his business. All Matthew saw was a small unarmed man fighting with two larger men, hardly a fair fight. One of the men had an aluminum baseball bat. The smaller man seemed to holding his own despite the odds.

Mary told me the story. She and Matthew were returning to the parking garage from a movie when they heard shouting and cursing from the back of the Bistro.
This was followed by the sounds of glass bottles being throw forcefully against something hard like the side of a brick building. There was more cursing and swearing.

Matthew told her to wait with her cell phone ready to call 911 while he went to check it out. She didn’t though; she followed him with the telephone ready to call the police just in case. There was broken glass all over the ground from the bottles and man with the baseball bat was so focused on the fight, and encouraging his brother-in-law “to kick some ass” he didn’t notice Matthew walk up behind him until it was too late. Matthew took the bat away from him and drove the tip of the bat into the man’s solar plexus before putting him in a choke hold with it against his throat. Matthew then shouted “Now it’s a fair fight.”

Seeing his brother-in-law incapacitated changed everything. The remaining aggressor put his hands up and said, “OK pal, calm down. You don’t understand we’re just teaching this....” Matthew interrupted “I don’t care! All I see are two cowards picking on one man; either fight him one on one or clear out. What about you Sir? Do you want to fight this coward? You aren’t doing badly from what I can see.” “Absolutely, I’ll pound him flat and then I’ll fricassee his chicken-ass!”

“Good answer, Mr.” Matthew said laughing “I’d like to see that; fight or flight, chicken man?” “OK Pal, we’ve made our point; we’re leaving. Let my brother-in-law go. “No, you’re leaving alone first” and he pulled back on the baseball bat getting the man up on his toes and choking momentarily before releasing the pressure “Do you have a cell phone.”“Why?” “You’re going to leave your cell phone with.... “What is your name Sir?”

“It’s Nicholas La Belle. They attacked me because I’m....” “None of my business, however I hate cowards and I’m making that fact my business” Matthew interrupted again “You’re going to leave your cell phone with Mr. La Belle. You will to drive to the Gas Station on the corner of Ellicott & Main. I’ll recognize their number when it comes up. Call your cell phone from there or we’ll call the police” and he pulled back again choking his prisoner while saying to chicken-man “Get clucking, coward!”

After the man left without his phone Matthew said, “It will take him approximately 20 minutes to get there under ideal conditions, Mr. La Belle.
As for you coward; push your sneakers off with your feet if you want to make it home in one piece” Matthew said to the man with the bat pressed up against his throat.

Mary said by this time Nicholas had walked over to where they were standing. He picked up the sneakers and threw them well out of the way towards the broken glass; Matthew took the bat away from the man’s throat, hooked his ankle and shoved him hard to the ground. “Here you go Mr. La belle” Matthew said handing Nicholas the baseball bat “Batter up! He’s your problem now. You seem to me a capable man who can hold his own.” Matthew handed Nicholas his business card and they left as unexpectedly as they arrived.......now... back to our evening on the town.

After leaving the Restaurant we went dancing; taking turns to dance with our Master and he held us close; his hands were in our curls as we danced with him.
Matthew is not a man to drink to the excess or let us imbibe in the same because alcohol dulls the senses and reflexes. Our refreshments were bottles of sparkling grape juice in buckets of ice at our table. Our last stop was home and Mary was invited to spend the night. Again Matthew surprised us. As we walked through the door there were two identical Parisian blue silk camisoles laid out for us on the bed with matching ribbons for our hair.

We didn’t make love that night. Matthew was in the middle of the bed and Mary and I on either side of him. It was cozy and warm and intimate because we kissed and cuddled with soft music playing in the background. We shared little stories about each other. Matthew is a Master who knows his women and enjoys all aspects of them including this; this is another reason why we obey him.

In the morning at breakfast, we talked more about the Community and what I could expect. Yes we were a little tired at work the next day but goodness...what a night. We were in bed early Wednesday evening to be well rested and refreshed for our trip to the 1000 Islands. It is a four hour drive by car. Matthew, Mary and I were to stay at Mary’s family cottage on Wellesley Island in the Lake of the Isles until Friday morning. It is seldom used during the winter months.

Friday evening to Saturday evening was the gathering of the Community. Being an enforcer Matthew has a permanent bedroom assigned to him so he can be available if needed.

That Wednesday night, I dreamt I was wearing Matthew’s favorite short red lace nightgown with matching silk panties, the one I wore to bed the night of my dream. At night in bed with him, my sex must be available to my Master at all times, therefore no panties unless told otherwise.

My long honey blonde hair was down and loose with lots of curls. I was walking barefoot in a vacant lot that was once the old City Ice Skating Rink searching for someone. It has long since been torn down. While I was walking in the wet grass, a calm and peaceful twinkling circle of light; a star perhaps and tiny at first, a mere speck, floated down from the star speckled night sky.

It grew larger as it got closer; the white heavenly light of peace and understanding....the pure, peaceful white light of love. I stopped mesmerized for when the circle of light grew large enough, a teenage boy dressed like Peter Pan on skates glided out of it waving and smiling.

The boy skated over to me and bowed at the waist with a flourish. He took my hand and kissed it. As he did the landscape faded and reformed around us until we were back in time inside the old familiar ice rink. The overhead lights were dimmed and the spotlight was on us; we had the whole place to ourselves.

I was thirteen years old again with my short Dorothy Hamill wedge haircut that my mother adored on me. I was wearing my blue night gown over my tights. I also had on my white figure skates with the small red pompoms tied to the laces; the pompoms a gift from a love long lost. We danced and spun upon the ice reliving our first time as skating partners. It was he whom I was seeking. As much as I wanted this moment to never end, I knew this couldn’t last forever.... he will always be my Peter Pan, while I must awaken as a woman to grow old and die while he remains forever young in my memories.

I was content to be again with this sweet boy from my past; if only in my dreams.
Our time together in my dream was the one tick of the second hand of heaven’s eternal clock. I knew it was time for him to leave when he kissed my lips tenderly; as I hoped for and imagined in the day dreams of a shy young girl of thirteen.
Peter Pan then stepped away smiling, gliding back into the light. I was a woman once more my short red lace nightgown with my long hair free and unbound. As the boy was fading with the heavenly light, I loudly called his name, pleading with him not to leave.... waking Matthew.

“What is it baby? Did you have a bad dream? He asked concerned, hugging me and stroking my hair, “It’s just a dream.” “It was a very nice dream” I answered snuggling closer in his strong arms “Matthew?” “Yes Chastity?” “Will you take me ice skating on the pond?” “Out of the star filled night skies you ask me to take you ice skating?” “Yes Sir” and I kissed his warm lips “Will you?” “I wanted your ice skates to be a surprise. When did you find them and who is Bobby?” “I didn’t; did you buy me ice skates?” “Yes, and who is Bobby?”

To put things in perspective, I must explain that mother and father were avid skaters in their day. Because of this I learned how to skate at the early age of four in my little white figure skates. By the time I was six I learned to dance on them and by thirteen I was noticing boys. I also had a steady skating partner, Bobby McGee. We entered and won several amateur dance skating competitions while in high school. I was thirteen and Bobby was fourteen when we came in second place in our first competition together. Bobby dressed as Peter Pan and I was his Wendy Darling.....It was Bobby who gave me the red pompoms for luck and friendship....and I was in love with him.

Bobby was my first love; not that we made love; although I desperately wanted to be his girlfriend....not just his skating partner. Bobby wasn’t interested in me that way. I was much too shy to tell him. Regardless, my mother didn’t let me date until I was sixteen. Bobby’s mother and my mother were close friends. I didn’t know it at the time; our mother’s thought we would be the perfect couple when I was allowed to date; while my Dad felt that nobody was good enough for me.

Yes, Bobby and I talked about many things; including the older, more sophisticated girls he was interested in. I was like a sister to him. I did everything for him that a sister would do. Bobby looked out for me like a big brother; literally knocking some sense into the head of a boy in my math class. This boy was always trying to grope me in the hallway in the blind spot by the Art Room when I was passing between classes. The boy’s name is Kevin Hale and the huge dent caused by his head decorated Kevin’s locker until he graduated valedictorian.

Bobby admitted to doing it and refused to apologize. Kevin apologized to me in front of our parents. He was afraid of Bobby and just wanted it over with; Kevin Hale was no match for my Bobby Magee.

Generally easy going and reasonable in most things, Bobby remained recalcitrant on this issue choosing the two weeks suspension from school rather than apologizing. After that, Bobby could do little wrong in my Dad’s eyes. It broke my heart when Bobby died in a skiing accident during his senior year of high school, a few days before my birthday when I turned sixteen and was allowed to date.

I vowed never to skate again. That broken-hearted vow of an innocent young girl seems so far away from the woman I am now. I’ll always have a special tender place in my heart for my first love....for my Bobby McGee. I’m adamant Bobby came to me in a dream and silently released me from that vow so I may skate again. As I mentioned before, Matthew played hockey during high school and college so skating is second nature to him.

I told Matthew everything about Bobby; things I just mentioned and things that I never shared with anyone except Mary. Matthew quietly listened as he held me and stroked my hair. When I finished he was quiet for a time; I waited for him to comment on it, listening to his heart beating. As is his way, Matthew thought on it before he spoke. “Mary mentioned to me that you skated at one time. She was deliberately vague on the specifics though and suggested you would enjoy skating with me. That is good advice because I would enjoy that. She also suggested it should be a surprise.

I assumed from her omission there was more to it than Mary was telling; perhaps a secret or confidence was involved between the two of you. I’m aware how close you and Mary are now. You are the younger sister Mary has always wanted.
There are miles of ice in the Lake of the Isles where we are staying to skate on. I planned on surprising you there. My style of skating is more direct and violent with sudden starts and stops; short burst of speed; it is unrefined and crude. It lacks the sophisticated grace and timing found in figure skating.

I’m willing to learn to dance on figure skates if you will teach me.” “Oh Matthew, you will do that for me? You will learn to dance on the ice with me?” I would have settled for just skating with him. “Yes, of course I will; why are you so surprised? After your touching story, how can I not want to share this with you since Mary pointed me in the right direction? You are the most precious thing in the world to me, Chastity. It will be my privilege and pleasure. However, I draw the line at wearing green tights with a leaf covered tunic and crowing like a rooster.”

“I don’t expect you to wear green tights or enter into a figure skating competition. It’s enough that we do it together.” I laughed and rubbed his high and tight Marine cropped head and kissed his lips “Although you’d definitely look sexy in them, Master. May we go skating now?” “Chastity, it’s almost midnight for god sake!”“Please, pretty please?” I begged sweetly rubbing his face “Just for an hour?” “I must have rocks in my head to agree to this” Matthew sighed sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed “Or perhaps you’ve sprinkled fairy dust on me while I was sleeping......”

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