Pamela styled her long dark blonde hair in a curly ponytail that was tied with a blue ribbon to match her dress. Her makeup is star quality perfect. It is amazing how Pamela has learned to change her looks with makeup and different hairstyles; anything from pure and wholesome to sultry and sexy, plus everything in between.


Tonight Pamela’s makeup is sultry and sexy. Courtesy of Annette, Pamela has learned how to wear makeup. Perhaps “wear” is not the correct term. Most women wear makeup, or as Annette would say “Merely wear makeup”, while Pamela projects with hers, although she is beautiful without.

Annette is a professional makeup consultant who is highly sought after. The sparks really flew when they first met in Pamela’s house. Pamela is submissive to me but not Annette, or anyone else for that matter.

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

I brought Mark and Susan into the Community. Susan is a married woman with whom I had a brief affair, not knowing that she was married when it started. For a time, Susan was Annette’s play toy with the approval of her husband. Annette is bisexual while I am not. Annette taught Pamela all of her trade secrets. Not that Annette had a choice, but that was her own undoing. Pamela is my lady when she attends the Community gatherings. However, Pamela is off limits. It is primarily a social event for her. I will enforce this with my hands and feet if necessary. But again, so will Pamela. We will get to that later.

Getting back to Susan…Susan models different short hairstyles whenever the Community meets. Her hair once was a natural strawberry blonde, cut and layered to fall just below shoulder blades. The norm for submissive women in the Community is long to very long hair with no layers whatsoever. Susan’s new persona is the bleached white-blonde bimbo look cut just above her ears.

Susan’s hair might be curly, straight, layered or teased-spiked, all compliments of Annette. When she is allowed makeup, Susan’s makeup is always exaggerated, bordering on moderately slutty to downright slutty as is Mark’s preference for now to remind her of her infidelity.

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

As for Annette, I can have her any time that I want her.

However, I don’t want her….well, maybe just a little taste, once to say that I did. I have my Pamela and this hound is now staying close to home. Even though I still look, I reserve the option to occasionally taste.

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

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

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

On the third day Annette was dressed as she would when the Community gathers. Annette was wearing a red silk blouse and matching silk slacks. One of the curious things about Annette is that she hates wearing shoes or anything on her feet, so bare feet it was. Annette tried making Pamela kneel before her and then kiss her feet. Pamela refused. Annette then tried to discipline Pamela with a rider crop.

Wrong idea! We will get to that soon enough, but now it is time for Pamela’s birthday dinner.

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

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

We weren’t out late that evening. We returned home to cuddle on the couch and watch a couple of movies. We made love afterwards. It was slow and gentle as we faced one another. Pamela is obedient and compliant in our private lives and her outstanding blow jobs rock my world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When he finished shaving, Aaron combed his thick, unruly blonde hair straight back, subduing it with a traditional men’s pomade.

The pomade darkened his hair. Being combed straight back, slick and smooth made Aaron look older. It made my Master look more distinguished, conservative, maturely handsome and sophisticated, like a CEO from a Fortune 500 Company.

Even though I dressed for work as I always do, as the boss. I imagined myself as my Master’s personal secretary and sex toy. We walked out the front door together and I let my imagination wander. I loved those thoughts.

Our first stop was at a three story medical building that was constructed almost entirely of steel and mirrored glass. With an ultra-modern, almost futuristic architectural style, the building stood out on the grounds of the medical park.

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

My Master took my arm, as a gentleman would a lady. We walked towards the front entrance. On the way, Aaron explained that the building housed the best of the best dentists, dermatologists, plastic surgeons, and gynecologists. All of the cutting edge professionals were equipped with state of the art medical equipment. They guaranteed absolute privacy and discretion, which why we were here. This fact was further enforced when we were stopped at the Security Desk by plainclothes, but as Aaron explained on the way in, armed guards.

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

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

After waiting about 15 minutes, a slim, black-haired woman of Polish and Asian descent (Japanese to be specific), walked into the waiting room carrying my newly created medical file. She was a tiny little thing in her white lab coat. She looked less than five feet tall and weighed no more than 90 pounds. At first I thought she was a Physician Assistant or perhaps the doctor’s nurse. That was not the case. This was Doctor Janet Pulaski, the Gynecologist I was here to see.

I estimated Janet to be in her late twenties, but as it turned out, Janet is 5 years younger than me. Janet’s shiny black hair was cut in a short, blunt, almost chin length bob parted on the right and held in place with a simple barrette on the left to keep it off her face.

As we stood in greeting, it turned out the good doctor was at one time my Master’s lover. When Aaron made the introductions, I was surprised that for such a small woman, how firm and strong Janet’s hand shake was. They however didn’t shake hands; Janet hugged my Master and kissed his cheek. Annoyed, I was starting to catch on. I was a little jealous, while at the same time intrigued. Was Janet a member of the Community?

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

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

“None, Doctor,” I replied, looking at Aaron for answers.

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

“I assume I am here for an examination.”

“Correct; a complete and thorough examination, and then for a minor procedure. Didn’t Aaron tell you?”

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

“Aaron,” Janet asked smiling, “You didn’t tell her, did you?”

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

Aaron got up and went into the waiting room while Janet led me to an examining room. I completely undressed and put on a hospital gown. Once I was comfortable as possible in the stirrups, Janet continued to be business-like and thorough during my examination.

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

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

“We were lovers once,” Janet answered, smiling.

“And, now?” I asked.

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

“Yes, please,” I answered, while walking over and lying down.

“I have to say, you are taking this very well for a novice. I have been with the Community for 10 years. We always delight having another career woman in our midst. Do you play an instrument? That would be a plus because many of us do. I play the violin. Aaron and I have often played together as a duet.”

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

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

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

“This is so wonderful, Pamela.” Janet, said, surprising me by hugging me, “The violin and music are big parts of my life. Playing my violin and books were a big part of my life growing up in foster care. Whenever I was sad, playing would always cheer me up. My favorite Composer is Vivaldi. Who is your favorite?” I found myself hugging Janet back,

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

“Yes, of course I am.”

“But you are a Medical Doctor, Janet, and a Gynecologist?”

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

“Yes, but not in so many words,” I agreed.

“You are Aaron’s submissive lover of your own free will,” Janet stated, matter-of-factly, “Please get up and walk across the room and back for me.”

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

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

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

“I’m finished. The shape of your flower is perfect for the procedure I am about to do.”

“My flower?” I asked, not sure what Janet was referring too, but then guessed before she answered.

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

“Will it hurt?” I asked, anxiously.

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

“I hate shots and needles!”

“You will feel a sharp pinch, and then it will be over. I can numb the area with a topical anesthetic, or I can give you a mild sedative. A true submissive would dispense with both to experience all the aspects of her submission.”

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

“Yes, as soon as you give me permission. Because of your particular anatomy, I have decided on a captive bead ring. It is made from highly polished 2 gauge titanium. You don’t know how lucky you are, Pamela, but you soon will if you make the right decision,” She said, sighing, “The shape of your flower is perfect for this ring that I have selected for you. Your ring will be a permanent reminder of your submission to Aaron.

Aaron will decide when you will wear the dangling solid 18 karat gold balls. Think of them as pussy jewelry. The balls can be easily removed or added to your pussy ring. When the balls are attached, the added weight of the balls will further stimulate your clitoris when you move. That is why I took such precise measurements.”

“Will I be sore, afterward?”

“Not necessarily, that is contingent on your tolerance for pain and discomfort. As your Doctor, I recommend that you abstain from intercourse for 4 to 6 weeks to let the hole heal around the ring properly. That shouldn’t be a problem. As strict as he is, Aaron is reasonable in most things. He is slow to anger, but when he is angry, watch out! That is why Aaron is an enforcer.”

“What is an enforcer?”

“Well, it helps that Aaron is fearless. I’m sure you have seen his
scars. He is one of three whom maintain order in the

Community. Don’t tell him I told you this, but Aaron has a romantic streak.”

“I will not say a thing to him about it.”

“Thank you, Pamela. What is your decision?”

“Can you pierce my ears?” I asked.

“Easily,” Janet replied.

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

“Welcome sister,” Janet said smiling, and again I was thinking of Becky.

I only had one close friend my entire life. Her name was Becky Greene. I met her my first day of kindergarten. We were assigned as cubbyhole buddies by our teacher, Mrs. Banks. We liked each other immediately. It helped that Becky and I had Wizard of Oz lunch boxes, and thought the Wizard of Oz starring Judy Garland was the greatest movie ever made, until Tolkien came along, but it was more than that. Somebody stole my lunch box the second week of school.

I was heartbroken, and I remember how I cried. I was so upset and Mrs. Banks excused Becky from class to sit with me in the Nurses Office. Becky held my little hand in hers until my
mother came to get me.

I went to school that day with my lunch in a brown paper bag. In order to teach me a lesson, mother refused to buy me another lunch box. She called me careless. I was five years old and it was stolen for God’s sake! Becky was waiting for me at our cubbyhole so that we could both sit together. When I put my brown paper bag in the cubby next to Dorothy, and the Cowardly Lion, and the Scarecrow, and the… well, I started crying. I can still see Becky’s face now, as I saw it then. Becky said, “Don’t cry Pammy,” (Becky was the only person in the world who was allowed to call me Pammy, not even Aaron is allowed that, and he understands). Becky took her lunch pail down and removed the thermos bottle, “Look, without the thermos bottle out both our lunches will fit.”

We took turns carrying it to-and-from the lunch room, sharing what we brought for lunch. After that day we became inseparable, truest, best friends. No, make that sisters. We took an oath to be best friends and sisters forever.

We went everywhere together and shared our private thoughts. Becky and I even had our own special secrets language and runes. We memorized the alphabet of the elves from Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings”. Much to our parent’s annoyance, we would always speak and write in a language only we could understand. We talked about everything, especially about boys when we got older.

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

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

“I have something to tell you, Pamela, ” Mother stepped forward as if to hug me but hesitated, “It would be better if I told you straight out.

“You are a woman now and will be going away to college so…” She didn’t finish but instead took a deep breath before entering the room and sat on my bed, “So soon, Pamela, you will be leaving so soon. May I sit on your bed? We need to talk.”

“Of course Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Please sit beside me, Pamela,” Mother said, trying to gain her composure. And when I sat, Mother took my hand, “I raised you to be a strong, independent woman, Pamela I’m very proud of you and your achievements, your perfect grade point average and your full scholarships. You will be going to college soon, I..,” her voice started to crack, and she wiped a tear from her eye, “I know how close you are to Becky, and I wish that we could have…”, she hesitated and took another deep breath, “but I’m your Mother,” she wiped another tear and squeezed my hand, “I’m sorry, Pamela. Becky and her parents were killed in an automobile accident while you were visiting in Florida. They were interred immediately. There was no service. I decided to wait to tell you. I didn’t want to spoil your Christmas with your father.” Mom held me as I cried, staying strong, as is her way.

After that day, Mother never had another bad word to say about my Dad or Jenny. But there was another huge surprise when I went to close on my house.

My mother never spent but instead saved every dime that my father sent for my child support in a bank account in my name. I received a check for the full amount, plus interest towards the down payment.

I decided then that I genuinely liked Janet, for some reason she reminded me so much of dear Becky.


“As your Doctor, I will send you home with anti-bacterial antiseptic ointment and disposable medicated cleaning pads. I recommend showers, not baths, and I will need to see you again in a week. Your chart shows you are a Vegan, well, so am I.

Although I don’t practice out of my office, I am also an herbalist. As we are sisters now, I will give you special herbal teas that will soothe you.”

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

But I was determined not to show any fear. Janet was a more than a competent Doctor. I could tell this even with my eyes closed. Janet performed the procedure precisely with no wasted movement or hesitation.

Janet and Aaron were lovers once, and despite that, she was showing every consideration. I would like to think I could be like her if our roles were switched.

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

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

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

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

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

“To play it safe, I recommend no intercourse for four to six weeks. I’m sure you can wait that long.”

“As you say, Doctor,” Aaron said, respectfully.

Aaron walked to the door and locked it, “Janet, please stand on your desk and show Pamela your pussy ring?”

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

I can never do that with Aaron at work. Not in my business. My store is open 24 hours a day with people all over the place, what a shame.

I was annoyed, jealous, and aroused, imagining about Aaron dominating other women while I watched.

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

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

For such a small woman, Janet’s body was well balanced and symmetrically proportioned. Much like a beautiful living sex doll. Jane removed the barrette from her hair and shook her head, letting her hair fall forward over her face. Next, she pushed her hands through her thick silky mane and held most of it on top of her head, letting some escape through her fingers. Janet thrust her groin forward just enough to titillate Aaron, and for me to see her pussy jewelry. Janet’s captive ball ring was smaller than mine, and made of lighter gauge solid 14 karat gold to compliment her tiny size.

“Very nice, Janet,” My Master said, “Don’t you think the Doctor is beautiful, darling?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir,” I answered looking down.

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

“Decisions, decisions…two willing and lovely ladies, kneeling at my feet; whom shall I choose? Who will suck on my cock?”

As Aaron placed his hand on Janet’s head and played with her hair, I was thinking, ‘Not her, Master, pick me, pick me!’

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

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

I shook my head for no while Janet answered, “Yes, Aaron.” Janet’s face lit up with a smile when he called her, “little plum”.

Was it possible that she loved him?

“Show Pamela how long your hair was, little plum,” and to me said, “Darling, take the hairpins out of your bun but don’t take your hair all the way down, leave it in a ponytail.”

After I did as my Master ordered, Aaron took my ponytail in his left hand as if to judge it’s weight and thickness, saying, ”You have beautiful hair darling, doesn’t she little plum?”

“Yes, she does Aaron,” Janet answered, looking worried, while holding a very long and thick black braid her small dainty hand.

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

“Aaron cut off my braid with an ivory handled straight razor, Pamela.”

After Janet answered, Aaron removed it from his inside breast pocket.

“This one, little plum?” he asked tugging on my ponytail.

“Yes, Aaron, please don’t cut off Pamela’s ponytail.”

‘I could just hug Janet for that,’ I thought.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

“Please cut my hair, Aaron,” I found myself begging, as Aaron continued probing my dripping pussy with his fingers.

My God I was starting to orgasm, right in front of Janet. I couldn’t help myself as I squirmed and moaned, “Please cut my hair.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Aaron.”

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

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

Aaron had held me in his strong arms and kissed me tenderly. I allowed him to take my virginity; “my precious gift to him,” as he put it. And now, this was his gift to me, my captive closure ring, binding me to him. Janet was Aaron’s lover before me. She still wants him, but has deferred to me. How odd it is that I like Janet, knowing that we both love the same man. In Amish No More, Michael of the Sanctorum had four slave women who loved him.


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

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

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

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

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

“That’s right darling, keep looking into my eyes, you’re doing fine.”

I reached down to touch my little clit, I was so wet, and my sweet flower was swollen in my arousal. Aaron cuffed my head again.

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

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

“Slow down, darling, and watch your teeth,” he pulled my ponytail in warning.

I started to suck using my lips and tongue. Janet was watching and I wanted the blowjob to be perfect. I could feel his hard cock throbbing and pulsating in my mouth. I was getting my first taste of the clear and pure pre-cum, merely the appetizer to put the most expensive caviar to shame. I was getting so aroused I dropped my arms. Aaron pulled my head back by my ponytail to stop me, “Hands behind you back, Pamela,” and I immediately put them back.

“Janet, get both pairs of handcuffs please.”

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

Aaron took Janet’s face in his hands and kissed her lips, sighing, “You still taste as good as you look, little plum. Now that your restrictions have been lifted, we should get together to play,” My Master then took his fingers and stroked her wet pussy, making Janet smile and moan with pleasure before putting his fingers in his mouth to taste her, “Yes, little plum, you still taste the same.”

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

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

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

“Very well, get to it then and take your time…very good Pamela, you are getting the hang of it… use your tongue more… that’s it.”

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

As Aaron’s powerful orgasm exploded in my mouth, I tasted hot globs of his thick and scrumptious semen being pumped into my mouth. I swallowed hungrily as it warmed my throat and then my tummy.

My swollen clitoris contracted over and over as my second orgasm took control. After I came,
as all good slave girls do in erotic stories, I cleaned my Master with my mouth and tongue.

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

She got down on her knees and kissed his cock before tucking it carefully into pants and slowly zipping them up. Well, if I had to share my toys, at least it was with her. I smiled at Janet and nodded. I was actually looking forward to getting together with our strings.

We could be like the ladies in the Movie, “Witches of Eastwick”, minus a witch and adding a handsome blond base player.

Aaron took Janet’s hand and kissed it, “Thank you, little plum,” and then he took mine and kissed it, “Thank you darling. I’m a very lucky man to enjoy the company of such two beautiful women.” He walked over to the door, unlocked it, looked out and then left. Aaron returned a few moments later with two red long stem roses and handed each of us one. He then bowed at the waist before leaving us to get dressed, saying, “Please pin up your hair as before, Pamela.”

My hairbrush was in my purse locked in the trunk of the car.
Fortunately, Janet had a brush for me to use, and offered to help put it up. Becky and I used to do each others’ hair, although Becky’s was always longer than mine.

After we dressed I sat in Janet’s office chair in front of the full length mirror to watch while I sipped my herbal tea.

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

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

“Well, either you will understand me, or you will think I’m speaking gibberish,” Janet said, taking my hand in her much smaller one and squeezing, “I just have this overpowering feeling about you. Elen sila lumen’ omentielvo, seler.” (A star shines on the hour of our meeting, sister.)

I couldn’t believe my ears, what a wonderful greeting! Excited, I squeezed Janet’s hand and replied, “Le sulion, seler’ Pedich Edhellen?” (I greet thee, sister. Do you speak Elvish?)

Everything came flooding back to me as we excitedly carried on our conversation Elvish. Can you believe it? Two grown women speaking Elvish! Granted, we were a little bit rusty, and helped each other remember words and phrases. We touched on a little of everything and lost track of time until Aaron knocked on the door.

“Are you ready yet, darling?” Aaron asked as he opened the door and walked in.

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

“I don’t understand the last thing you said, little peach.” Aaron said, frowning, “That was gibberish.”

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

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

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


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

“It is just between us sisters, Sir.”

“Are you in any discomfort from the procedure?” I asked,

squeezing her hand.

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

“Janet is a very fine Doctor, darling.”

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

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

“We both went through college on full scholarships. Do you know what I wish?”

“What do you wish, darling?”

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

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

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

Until today I haven’t spoken with Janet for almost a year. My position of enforcer requires that. Janet broke her mandates and refused on multiple occasions to be available with several men during my absence.

Allen would have raped Janet if I hadn’t stopped him, and I might have killed him if he did. I hate the politics that allowed him to remain a member. I’m glad I broke his nose. After seeing Pamela and Janet together naked at my feet, I am ready to wash my hands of the Community entirely. To hell with them!

I am ready to move on….but that will never happen. Although Janet might, Pamela would never allow that, would she? I had better drive those wishful thoughts from my mind.

They are just pure fantasy on my part. I will never be as lucky as Michael of the Sanctorum, even on a much smaller scale. I should have never read “Amish No More.”

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

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

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

“Mandy was never my lover, Pamela.”

“I wasn’t thinking that, Sir.”

“Yes you were, darling.”

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

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

“Do you mean bangs, Sir?”

“Wait and see, darling. Shall we go?” Aaron kissed my
lips, and helped me out of the car.

*********

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

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

“I’ll just take a seat over here and watch, Mandy,” Aaron said as he got comfortable.


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

As I watched, Mandy took the hairpins from my hair let her ponytail drop down her back.

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

“Yes much lighter,” I described to Mandy how my hair was cared for.

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

“Yes, how do you know?” Pamela asked.

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

My hair fell approximately two to three inches past the bottom of my ass to just touch the back of my legs. I could tell Aaron was getting a hard on from watching.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mandy whisked me to the comfortable shampoo chair and put a cape over me. Until then I never saw a sink quite like the one in which Mandy washed my hair. It was very large and very deep, perfect for long hair like mine. It was custom made from solid copper and the sprayer had an adjustable flow that pulsated and was soothing against my scalp as she rinsed away the shampoo with warm water. Next she applied my conditioner, staring at the tips and working her way to my scalp rubbing well. Mandy then had me lie there for about 5 minutes in order to give the conditioner time to work while she took notes. She returned with three large towels.

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

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

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

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

“We just met recently, why do you ask?”

“Because Aaron is such a nice man. I have never seen him dressed like that, he cleans up nicely. If I weren’t seeing someone I would want Aaron all to myself. That is why his money is no good here. I hired Aaron 2 years ago to paint the outside of my mother’s house. It was a mess. Mom was very stubborn and is unsteady on her feet. To make a long story short, after my Dad died, Mom almost gave up.

While he was here, Aaron convinced her to start using her walker and arranged the furniture in the house to make it easy for Mom to get about. Mom was livid at first, until Aaron told her that he would knock six hundred dollars off the price if Mom would walk up the road and back while he walked alone to make sure she didn’t cheat. Aaron can be very persuasive and charming.

Mandy took a moment to reminisce before continuing.

“Mom is also very tight with a penny, and wanted a thousand off. They negotiated the price off to five hundred fifty-eight dollars and twelve cents. Aaron pretended to hold out for twelve cents. They negotiated every day for almost a month.

Aaron made her walk out with the walker onto the front porch before he would talk with her. He built a small ramp for Mom to get into the yard, and they negotiated over the course of the days while Mom was in and out of the house. She was very taken with him. Mom started making Aaron lunch and baked cookies for him. My goodness, he drinks a lot of milk.”

“Yes, Aaron does, doesn’t he? Aaron is just a growing boy, Mandy,”
We both laughed over that, and Mandy said, “Goodness, how much bigger can he get?”

“Did your Mom get the money taken off the bill?”

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

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

“How is your Mom doing now?”

“Mom is constantly on the go. The exercise helped. Mom volunteers at the Senior Center now, and helps out with Bingo Night at church. If Mom knew that I cut naked women’s hair, I don’t know what she would do!” Mandy paused again then gave my shoulder a light tap, “There it’s all sectioned up. It will be easier when I do it for the final cut. I need you to step over here, please.”

“Your Mom might surprise you Mandy.” I said as I stood where she brought me. Before Mandy could reply there was a knock on the door. She let Aaron in, relocking the door afterwards.

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

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

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As I watched, Mandy brought the first section down and cut it straight across to the middle of Pamela’s ass cheeks. Using this first cut section as a guide, Mandy brought each uncut section down, combing in between, using these sections to determine the next cut until no hair was pinned on the top of Pamela’s head. Once this initial cut was complete, Mandy blow dried Pamela’s hair and combed it completely out again. Now the real fun was about to begin, for me anyway.

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When Mandy finished blow drying my hair, I reached back to check the length against my bottom. The freshly cut ends felt good in my hand, and when I pulled it forward to look, it was definitely better than I can do. I was a believer in Mandy. I tried to imagine what I would look like with bangs. I haven’t had them since junior high school. They were short and childish looking. Aaron couldn’t be planning on short bangs, could he? As far as I was concerned, Mandy was done and we could leave to get my perfume. Then again…what about long, sexy bangs? Not that I have a choice, but…

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

I walked over to where Aaron was sitting and he stood to help me undress. I leaned forward and kissed his lips, whispering, “Please don’t let her cut my bangs too short,”

Aaron smiled and nodded. Good, short bangs were out. Aaron helped me undress by folding my clothes and draping them neatly over the chairs. I put my head back and shook my hair feeling it swoosh down my back. Turning to Mandy I said bravely, “I’m ready.”

Mandy smiled and combed my hair again, walking around to look and arrange it several ways over my back and shoulders before she wet it down a second time. As before, she sectioned my hair and twisted it up, clipping it on top of my head with the butterfly clips, not taking as long this time. Mandy used a different pair of scissors for the finishing cut, bringing my hair down and cutting it as before. This time she explained the changes she was making.

“Since you have such beautiful thick hair, I have decided instead of straight across, I am going to finish with a classic U-Shape for a softly rounded bottom. When you wear your hair down it will give the illusion of layers without me cutting them. This cut is very popular in Japan where the woman have such thick hair. You are lucky and can pull it off nicely. If you don’t like the look, I can easily cut it straight across again.”

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

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

I dressed and then sat in the chair for bangs to be cut into my hair. I was a little apprehensive but looked forward to the change. There were a lot of changes in my life lately and all of them for the good. The biggest change was meeting Aaron and falling for him in a big way. We were like characters in a story, writing our own script. I think it was so sweet that Aaron showed such concern to Mandy’s mother and convinced the woman to use her walker. Aaron knew exactly what he was doing and it reflects on his innate goodness.

I closed my eyes while Mandy parted my hair and then combed some sections forward over my face. She tied the rest of my hair back in a loose ponytail, then started cutting my bangs. I kept my eyes shut until Mandy finished, telling me to open them, but she didn’t.

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

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

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

“I’ll never trim my hair again, Mandy. I promise you that. But I insist on paying.”

“Absolutely not. As I said, you are Aaron’s lady and your money is no good here.”

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


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

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

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

Pamela and Mandy settled for free haircuts for 2 years with the stipulation that Pamela would write a check to the animal shelter for the price of the total trims and haircuts for those couple years. After that Pamela would still donate to the animal shelter and pay Mandy directly for her services. My haircuts would still be free. Mandy would not budge on that since I was her only male client.

Before we left, I had Mandy fix Pamela’s hair in a French braid with two long pigtails. Pamela then touched up her makeup.

When we got to the car, she said, “Aaron, why can’t I wear my hair down for you, or at least pin it back up in a bun? I’m wearing a business suit, and…”

“Hush, Pamela,” I interrupted, “you look beautiful and I don’t want to hear another thing about it.”

“You don’t think I look childish?”

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

“But, Aaron.”

“Not another word,” I stopped her again, “I can use a glass of milk and a bagel with cream cheese to tide me over until dinner.”

“Yes, Sir, then we are going to get my perfume?”

“We will without further delay.”


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We sat close together in a little corner booth having whole wheat bagels with cream cheese and an apple each with our milk. I kept stealing kisses from Aaron while stroked my braids. Most likely we would be going to the mall for my perfume. There was a boutique that specialized in it. They had or guaranteed anything a person wanted.

It was nice sitting next to my Master in that cozy booth. I was thinking about the perfect outfit for this hair style. Something conservative and casual, kind of mid-Western going to church. I would surprise Aaron while he was in the bookstore looking at woodworking magazines.


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My Pamela was smiling radiantly when I selected her special scent, Pamela’s submissive signature scent. I chose Green Tea for her. The dapper gay man in the “Scent Emporium” was quite the salesman. He walked around Pamela looking her at all angles. He then stood there thoughtfully for a moment with his thumb and forefinger on his chin.

He said, “I have three for you that will fit, but only one is perfect. Perhaps your Gentlemen has a nose as discerning as mine.”

His name was Maurice, naturally. In full, it was Maurice Pierre Picard, the owner and manager. He gave me his business card and I gave him mine. But moving on…Maurice described the three in great detail as if each had a pedigree of their own.

Pedigree or not, I liked “Green Tea” right off. Maurice described it as, “Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden is a citrus aromatic scent for women, an elevating fragrance that energizes the body, excites the senses, and revives the spirit. Notes include rhubarb, peppermint, orange peel, and lemon over a base of amber, musk, green tea and soft floral clouds.” I bought two, and then Maurice walked around me and said, “We men are not as complicated as your beautiful lady. There is only one for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I recognized her voice immediately, and well, she would have to meet him sooner or later.

I entered the bathroom first with Mother a couple of minutes behind. Mom had the biggest smile on her face and I was actually glad to see her. “I have been sitting there for almost an hour watching him, Pamela. He is gorgeous. I had no idea he was with you. By the way, I love what you did with your hair. Those bangs really suit you. Now, tell Mother all about him.”


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When we got to the coffee bar, the place was empty except for someone sitting at Mother’s table reading her newspaper and hiding their face. Aaron put the newspaper down and stood up, “You must be Pamela’s mother. I’m pleased to meet you Ms. Rogers,” he held out his hand for my mother to shake.

“I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Bronson,” My mother said taking Aaron’s hand and not letting go. Mom was checking Aaron out and was very obvious about it. I was thinking, ‘Like mother like daughter. I wonder how long Mom was watching him. Was Aaron aware of it?’

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

“Is Mr. Bronson always this blunt, Pamela? Telling a lady’s secrets?”

“Always, Mom."

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

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


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At sixty five, Pamela’s mother, Madeline Rogers is a still a beautiful woman, having kept her trim figure. Madeline wore her red hair long and curly. Madeline is able to pull it off nicely. So much for the so called conventional wisdom that mature women should have short hair. That Madeline chose to keep it red as in her youth showed a definite independent streak that reminded me so much of my Pamela. What a shame so many women subscribed to that myth and voluntarily resigned themselves to be shorn like sheep despite the protests of their husbands.

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

We went to a very nice sit down Chinese restaurant. Madeline and I shared a Peking Duck while Pamela chose several vegetable dishes. We all had a very nice time and touched on several subjects, including real estate. Madeline tried to draw me into politics. I gave my unadulterated opinion on the subject; politics and crime are the same thing. Then I simply refused to discuss it any further. Madeline insisted that I give her my business card before Pamela and I left the restaurant together and of course I took Madeline’s.

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

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

Mom stood abruptly and threw her napkin down on the table, knocking over her chair. I could tell she was angry.

Aaron stood, put his napkin on the table and said, “What a fiery temper you have, Madeline, much like your hair. You are obviously a woman of strong opinions.”

Aaron walked around the table and picked up Mom’s chair, holding it for her to sit. Perhaps quietly demanding was a better description as he stood looking down on her.

“What a shame few men appreciate a strong woman’s fiery spirit or passion for their beliefs. I’m sorry if I offended you, Madeline. Please sit down and we can discuss any other subject you like but that.”

Before we met with Mom, we had planned on dinner alone and then dancing after. We didn’t order it ahead of time and a good Peking duck does take time to prepare. Dancing could wait for another evening. We went back to my house and cuddled on the couch together to watch a DVD.

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

I found Aaron standing there as I asked. He was in his boxers and tee shirt, waiting, like the good sport that he is.

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

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

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

“You may not, handsome slave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” and he had me thinking, ‘Wow, I could get used to this.’

“On your knees, and don’t you dare open your eyes” he obeyed, then I said, “You may open your eyes and touch me.”

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

”I never told you!” I exclaimed, “How could you possibly know?”

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

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

At bedtime, Aaron made no demands of me. He took my hair out of my braids and smoothed it over my back and shoulders, saying, “My beautiful Pamela. You are a woman of multiple talents and surprising complexities. A writer of erotica yet a child at heart.”

We got under the covers and Aaron held me, stroking my hair. There was no need for words. I knew that he loved me.

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

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I was falling in love with Pamela. How could I not? Pamela feels so good it my arms, as did Janet, both more than just a toss in the hay. My Ice Queen, my lady and submissive lover with an imagination to rival my own. I hope I made the right decision about Janet. It would be much simpler if I could have both, but who said life was simple? The Community was a carnal rush ten years before, when it was “love them and leave them”; a novelty to my ego…until Janet. I slowed down with Janet to really get to know her, my little peach.

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

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

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

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

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

investigate, it was my time to be angry. I found Annette down on the floor laying her stomach. Pamela had pinned both Annette’s arms behind her back.

This gave me another reason to be impressed with my Pamela, brains and being able to hold her own, marvelous. Annette was a large woman, with almost the same build as Pamela. Annette used her size to bully and intimidate other women, Janet in particular.

Pamela was also hitting Annette’s shapely ass with a riders crop. I warned Annette not to bring it. This was strictly a business deal with Susan as barter for payment.

“Get off of her, Pamela! Are you crazy, Annette?” I exclaimed as I took the damn riding crop from Pamela and flung it across the room.

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

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


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Aaron had the same look on his face as the night that I was flippant about my safe word. I knew enough to keep quiet, angry though I was. I managed to hit Annette six times before Aaron took her riding crop away.

Annette was the one that broke the agreement not I.

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

Annette was about to learn the hard way.

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

“But” Annette started to say.

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

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

“Pamela, please have a seat. Annette, please sit here,” Aaron offered, pulling out chairs from the table for us to sit in. I wisely sat down.

Even though Aaron asked politely, I knew that we didn’t have a choice, not with that tone, unless I was willing to fight him. On second thought…nope, not me.

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

Opening his eyes and sighing Aaron said, “We had an agreement, Annette and you broke it. For friendships sake, I’m very disappointed with you. Pamela, you could have simply taken the riding crop away from Annette. After all, Annette is a friend of mine. What happens this day will not leave this house. It’d ruin Annette’s reputation in the Community if it ever gets out. I always thought Annette could stand behind herself but I wrong.”

“Yes, Aaron.” I replied.

“Tell me, darling, did Annette manage to hit you?”

“No, I blocked and took Annette down immediately. I will never

let anyone lay their hands on me with a fight.”

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

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

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

Annette wore her dark brown hair in a simple blunt cut chin length bob style, almost identical to Janet’s. The cut was very precise and it showed off her natural mahogany brown hair color. This day it was slicked back with grease and combed straight back with the sides tucked back behind Annette’s ears.

There is no doubt in my mind that Aaron would prefer Annette’s hair longer. Aaron prefers long hair on women. With a fair complexion and dark brown eyes to go along with a nice figure, I have to grudgingly admit that Annette is a beautiful woman.

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

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

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

“Pamela agreed to remain silent, I did not.”

“Please Aaron you can’t, you’ll ruin me. I’ll be a laughing stock, and”

“Be quiet, little girl. I’m not finished.” Aaron slapped Annette’s sore bottom sharply making her yelp, “You do not have permission to speak. If I hear one more word out of you for any reason I will wash your mouth out with soap. As I recall, you wanted to shave Janet’s head. That can be arranged for you. Pamela, please bring me the coil of quarter-inch braided Dacron that is on the front seat of my truck.”

‘This was going to really get interesting,’ I thought as I returned with the rope. I found Annette standing in a corner with the riding crop in her mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you proficient in the martial arts, my sexy tigress? To what level did you progress?”

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

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

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


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“You want to watch?”

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

“Very well, untie her feet, darling. We will leave Annette’s hands tied for now.”

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

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

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

Unfortunately Annette’s hands were still tied behind her back. I had to cut off her silk blouse. That was not a problem. The folding knife that I always have in my pocket is razor sharp. I cut and removed Annette’s blouse in two pieces to reveal a white lace bra. I cut the straps to remove the bra as well. I fondled Annette’s ample breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. This made Annette moan through the riding crop still in her teeth.

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

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


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

“Yes, Aaron.”

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

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

Annette was moaning and her buttocks were gyrating and swaying towards Aaron. He brought Annette to the brink of an orgasm then stopped denying her the sweet release. This was for real. Not a game and Annette knew it.

Aaron helped Annette into the bathtub, making her kneel in the hot water while I undressed. I then climbed into the tub behind her and started washing Annette’s hair, rinsing and lathering twice before adding the conditioner. Aaron washed her from the waist up, paying particular attention to her breasts. I was now so horny that I could hardly stand it but I was going to get a special treat, shaving Annette’s pussy bald. This heightened my anticipation and would make my final release so much the sweeter for waiting. No doubt Aaron planned on this, bless his heart. He made Annette stand while I washed the rest of her.

When I finished, he helped Annette out. I drained the bathtub and took a quick shower being careful not to get my hair wet while Aaron toweled Annette off.

“Blow-dry Annette’s hair first, darling, and then you may shave her pussy.”

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

“Much better. Pamela, you did a good job. In five to six years from now Annette’s hair will be almost as long as yours is now. Annette no longer has a say in that matter.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to untie me now, Master Aaron?”

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


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

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

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

Annette’s eyes were closed, and she just nodded and smiled.

I helped Annette out of the bathtub then grabbed her hair pulling her head back to kiss her mouth while I stroked her dripping bald pussy.

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

“Please, Aaron, let me come…please let me come.”

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


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I stood behind Annette and fluffed her hair about her head, “Have you ever sucked on a man’s cock before, Annette?”

“No, Mistress Pamela.”

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

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

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

“Yes, lick just like that….lick his cock, that-a-girl…does Aaron’s cock taste good, Annette?”

“Yes, Mistress Pamela, it tastes delicious.”

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

“Yes, Mistress Pamela.”

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

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