Senioritis
11. Revised
Nia released my cock and I sank the rest of the way into Chloe. We stayed that way for a minute, me shrinking inside her, our breathing slowing, but not our tears.
“Marc, follow me into the bedroom,” Nia said, and my body responded without thought. I felt like a failure ... I’d wanted so much to give Chloe something wonderful. Nia wouldn’t meet Chloe’s eyes.
“Lie down on the bed,” Nia said. “Face up.” I did, moving more slowly than usual. She plugged something into the wall behind my nightstand. A red dot appeared on my bedroom ceiling, some kind of laser. She had a little remote for it and laid it near my head. Then she walked to the foot of my bed and slithered her body over mine, my spent cock between her fabulous breasts, sliding slowly over my groin. I stirred, of course.
“That’s my good boy, responding to my wishes so well, the way you know you need to,” she said, her smile seeming less assured than usual, then climbed higher up my body, her thick hard nipples tracing the way over my shoulders, my face engulfed between her firm soft breasts as she paused to compress them around my cheeks, then rose farther until her fragrant pussy reached my chin. I couldn’t help but stare. The corners of her lips turned up as she sat on my neck. “I’m going to hypnotize you,” she said, “implanting triggers and compulsions as I overwhelm you with pleasure, and you will be powerless to resist any of it. Do you understand, boy?”
“I understand,” I whispered. Chloe had come in and was watching, forlorn, from a chair.
Nia’s hips thrust forward, fitting herself against my mouth, moving one hand to pinch my nostrils closed, the other behind, capturing my balls and mostly flaccid cock.
“I possess you,” Nia said. “You are mine, to do with as I please, how I please, when I please. You have no choice in the matter, no free will. My will is your wish, my wish is your command. Your only thoughts are my thoughts, your only purpose is to live your life however it pleases me. Watch that red dot on the ceiling as you please me with your mouth, just as my body dominates yours. Don’t struggle.” Her pussy engulfed me. I couldn’t breathe.
“I don’t ...” I gasped into her.
“Shush,” she said. “Enjoy.”
I tried. I’d mostly filled my lungs and lasted half a minute before my vision dimmed and my lips and tongue stopped moving in a coherent way. She’d told me not to struggle, a tall order when you can’t breathe. She’d also been squeezing my balls rather strongly, alternating with light strokes of my hardening cock. I begin to slide into mindlessness just as the lack of oxygen had its inevitable effect.
Nia sat up higher on my chest, fingers on my clavicle, allowing me to breathe before I could pass out.
“Keep your eyes on the ceiling,” Nia said. “Keep watching the red dot, it’s the only thing in the world you need to see right now.”
I was woozy, but I tried. The dot began blinking every few seconds.
“You’re already most of the way to trance now. You feel broken by what I took from you and Chloe, and you know you can’t fight the feelings I give you. Resisting me is pointless, I will break you no matter what you do, but right now I only want your body to relax, to let go, to sink, your mind open to my thoughts, my intentions, my suggestions. You are powerless to resist me and you know that, don’t you Marc?”
“Yes Nia,” I said softly. My eyes were losing focus.
“You should know that I’m very pleased with you for coming on my command. You were helpless to do anything else. You might not know it yet, but your old way of thinking is something you don’t need anymore, outdated and unnecessary, and I’m going to help you change those old ways into something better, infinitely more pleasing, until you become the man you need to be, for me and for Chloe and for every other woman. Coming on my command is very important to your success, surrendering to my will when you didn’t think you wanted to. I’m going to help you become the right kind of man now, a man who submits any time I want until your desires are tied inextricably to mine, living for my pleasure and discovering that my approval makes you happier than you’ve ever felt before. Let yourself feel a rush of pleasure from my words now, as I tell you what a good boy you were, how pleased I am with you. Enjoy my satisfaction.”
I groaned, somehow feeling a warm thrill at her praise. It was becoming hard to follow her words in this confusion of emotions rubbed raw, thoughts and desires flying every which way, sensations that made me want to stop thinking and stop feeling conflicted and just be, to let her give me what she wanted. One of her hands was still lightly stroking and squeezing me.
“Don’t let your eyes close. I need you to keep your focus on that flashing red dot, and because it’s what I want, you will do it. When it’s finally time to close your eyes, when you can’t hold them open any longer, you will sink deep into trance, and I want you to fight that as long as you can. You have a strong will, boy, a strong sense of self, no one else has ever fought me so well and I admire that, but you know it’s hopeless, that as strong as you are, I’m much stronger, in body and especially in will. I want you to resist as hard as you can, to know what it feels like to try your best and fail against your Mistress, your Goddess, your Domina, you love me and everything I do to you, and you know that. You’re my helpless plaything, my toy, my slave, are you not?”
I exhaled. I did feel helpless, and didn’t want to fight. “Yes, Nia.”
“I broke you with Chloe, when I made you come in her before you could make her come the way you wanted, didn’t I?”
I exhaled again. I felt my eyes begin to water. “I don’t know, Nia,” I said, “but I feel like I failed Chloe, like I failed myself, like I failed ... you.”
“I made you fail, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Nia.”
“You will always fail when you fight me, you know that, don’t you?”
I exhaled. “I don’t know.”
“Chloe, stroke this cock for me, please. He’s halfway in a trance already but he needs to be more suggestible, and having that cock controlled by women, especially women he feels close to like you and me, is what he needs most. Don’t let him come, just keep him very excited.”
“Yes Mistress,” I heard Chloe say, her voice low and sad. She walked over and I felt her hands on me.
“I’m sorry for doing that to you, dear Chloe, I truly am. I know how much you wanted it, and I promise it will happen when the time is right, as often as you want, but Marc needed to be denied, to know his wishes are secondary to a dominant woman’s. He’s still fighting me, even when he says all the right things. I want him in a hypnotic trance so I can reach his subconscious directly, and with your help he will get there. Have you ever granted a hand job before?”
“Not really, Mistress.”
“I’m going to teach you how to give a really good one now, so good that Marc loses his mind to desire and will agree to anything you want if only you don’t stop. Pay attention to the head, especially the underside close to his slit. That’s the frenulum and it’s very sensitive, very responsive. Rotate both your thumbs on it, alternating gently. Squeeze a little with your lovely fingers. Form a ring with one hand and squeeze harder, running that ring very slowly up and down the shaft. Try twisting a little as you do. Squeeze hardest at the root, where it’s biggest. When you reach the head, the glans, make sure you squeeze into its bottom edge as you pop your ring off, then watch that frustrated cock spasm and bounce. We want that cock frustrated. It’s your cock now, to use however you wish. To use it to use him however you wish. Flick your fingers at it a little, even slap it. He likes that. Tease his balls gently with your pinky, keeping that ring tight around the base while your other thumb caresses the frenulum or circles the head. Run the tip of one finger with its pretty red nail up and down the shaft, teasing more. Run two fingers down again, the shaft between them, very lightly. Tickle with your fingertips, so gently. Then spit into your hands for lube, rub that spit into the shaft and use your palms, pulling up from the root and twisting. Twist your palm on the head while your fingers tease the shaft. Don’t forget his balls.”
I heard Chloe moan and knew she’d reached into herself. I guess she was wet.
“That’s good, too, my dear Chloe, maybe better in some ways, but humiliating Marc is important, and for that, your spit is best. Don’t take him into your mouth at all, save that for another lesson, but if you absolutely must, you may tease, just a little, with the tip of your tongue.”
I moaned, too.
“Marc, keep your eyes open and focused on that blinking red light, feel the weight of my body pressing you down into the bed with me above you, where I belong. You’re feeling so calm, so controlled, so aroused, so ready to hear my voice echoing inside you, listening carefully and learning from me even as you experience so much pleasure. So ready to obey, to give yourself to my control, and to Chloe’s. You won’t have to worry, you won’t have to think, just let all your concerns fall away as two powerful, dominant women take such good care of you, the way you know we can. You can feel it happening now and you know how good it’ll be. Notice how that light is blinking in time with your breath, how you’re inhaling every time that light blinks and how Chloe is doing the exactly the same thing, breathing with you the way you wanted, your bodies becoming one, breathing along with that blinking light. Then imagine Chloe’s chest expanding and contracting with each breath, her breasts rising and falling, her beautiful breasts that you love so much. All of that is happening right now, behind me where you don’t get to see. How you long to nestle into those breasts, to touch them, to submit, to kiss them, to obey, to lick and suck and nibble and tease those pretty pointy puffy erect nipples again, giving a woman such pleasure the way she deserves, every blink of that light reminding you of everything you love so much about her, everything you want to do for her and everything she can do to you, that she’s doing to you now. Let your mind slip away, that blinking red light making you think of Chloe’s beautiful breasts while she keeps you so aroused, gives you so much pleasure, capturing your attention, capturing ... you.”
Nia was quiet for a minute and I became more conscious of my breathing and Chloe’s soft breath on my pulsing cock, deep and warm and slow. It felt really good to be breathing with her as she slowly stroked me, like we were physically joined. My body seemed to sense a climax near, throbbing and incredibly hard in Chloe’s soft teasing hands, but with no way to get there unless Nia wanted it. “Don’t struggle,” she’d said, those words now echoing in me.
“Now imagine yourself inside Chloe, pleasing her the way you most want to. Can you do that?”
I groaned. “Yes, Nia.” I felt a tear form on my cheek.
“Each time you feel Chloe’s pretty red-nailed finger stroke up you will feel your need to submit rise, each time she strokes down your impulse to resist will decrease until everything else melts away. Imagine yourself inside Chloe now, making love to her the way you know you want to, the way you can please her so much, the way you know I want you to while she looks deep into your eyes, whispering sleepy words, your ears buzzing with delight to hear her until you can’t look away, just as you will soon be unable to look away from that blinking red light on the ceiling no matter how hard you try. Imagine beautiful Chloe sliding you deep inside herself, riding you so slowly as you slide down deeper into beautiful trance, deeper and deeper inside her, deeper and deeper into trance. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Nia,” I said, and now I was whimpering, my cock straining from Chloe’s increasingly skilled ministrations, my hips wanting to thrust.
“Everything Chloe is making you feel is because you’re inside her, she’s captured you and your thoughts and your will, and her tight sweet pink pussy can do everything you’re feeling right now and so much more, just as I can, and you will be helpless to her just as you are to me. Would you like that? Keep your eyes open and focused on the blinking red light. You’re sliding so deep into trance now, aren’t you?”
“Yes Nia,” I said, and now my whimpers were getting desperate. It was becoming very difficult to keep my eyes open, I just wanted to surrender to this pleasure, this bliss, it felt that good. The blinks seemed to be slowing.
“Your eyes want to close so very much, don’t they Marc? It feels so good, what you’re feeling right now, not having to think, sliding into Chloe’s trance, how much you’re enjoying this feeling with no need to think, no need to choose, just listening and feeling, feeling what I’m making you feel, that moment you fall coming closer, knowing that’s exactly what you want, to obey my words, to obey Chloe’s hands and breath and beautiful breasts, to obey my thoughts until yours are quiet, completely quiet, just feeling, listening to my voice and obeying, seeing that hypnotic red light blink like Chloe’s soft breath, obeying Chloe’s lovely breasts, your eyes want to close but you need to keep fighting because that’s what I command, and when your eyes finally do close, when you finally lose this fight as you know you will, you will slip so deep into trance for Chloe, and for me. I’m enjoying seeing you slip away to my control, so much, and it will be the best thing you’ve ever felt, so relaxing, so ...”
My eyes closed. I could hear her speaking but I couldn’t make sense of the words, and I didn’t want to. I just floated, floated in her trance, and it felt so good.
I heard Nia’s voice, Chloe repeating the words sometimes, other times my own voice, agreeing.
“Two. Feel yourself start to wake
“Three. Become more aware of your surroundings, your eyes still closed
“Four. Almost ready to open your eyes again, feeling so good
“Five. Awake and aware now, feeling so rested and relaxed, ready for whatever we want next.”
Nia snapped her fingers and my eyes opened.
“How do you feel?” She asked. Her eyes were deep in mine, and I could not look away.
“I feel good, like I just had a very nice nap.” It wasn’t what I’d wanted to say, but it felt good to say it.
“I’m so glad, that’s exactly what I want you to feel.” She raised her fingers to the side of her cheek. “Sleep, slave Marc,” she said, snapped her fingers, and except that it happened several times more, I don’t remember anything else.
The next time I came to my senses it was to another fingersnap, and I found myself with my tongue in Chloe’s butt with her wriggling and moaning in pleasure above me, her hard nipples on my belly, her hands clutching my cock—her cock!—like the horn of a saddle, like she would fall from above me if she let go.
“You may come now, beautiful Chloe,” Nia said, and Chloe groaned. I felt her tremors through her whole body, and they went on for a while.
“See how nice that can be?” Nia asked.
“Oh my G ... Oh Mistress, I can’t believe that just happened, I can’t believe how good that felt.”
I continued very gently tracing around the rim of her rosebud with my tongue, and Chloe shivered.
“That’s enough, Marc, you did very well and I’m pleased with you. Good boy.”
I felt a wave of pleasure flow up and down my body from my toes to my head and then all the way back down. I felt Chloe’s thighs tighten, squeezing me into her.
“How does that make you feel, Marc?” Nia asked.
“It reminds me how much power Chloe has over me,” I said without thinking.
Chloe squeezed me harder, then released and crept up my body, dragging herself over my mouth and nose. Her lovely pussy, her belly and navel, her breastbone, her hard nipples tracing their way past, detouring to my mouth for a gentle kiss and suckle, until finally her neck and chin and mouth, kissing me upside down just as I’d kissed every part of her on its way up. I found myself looking deep into her eyes, unable to look away.
“I love you, Marc,” she whispered like she was telling me a secret.
“I love you, Chloe,” I said, my voice even softer, like I was keeping her secret.
“Very sweet, you two,” Nia said. “Now let’s cuddle.”
I was lying in my bed between the only women in the world I’d ever loved, both with a leg hooked over one of mine and a hand on my chest, Nia’s on top of Chloe’s. It was really nice, though it also felt like their positions were possessive, which I was OK with—I belonged to both in their own ways, feeling warm and cared for and very very happy. It seemed like there was something I should be unhappy about but I couldn’t remember what it was and didn’t want to try. Then I fell asleep.
Nia woke and began moving her hand on my chest, which woke me, too. “I like this,” she said, tracing curlicues. Chloe stirred a moment later. “Marc, I want you to do my nails, it’s been too long. Chloe, I want you to show him how. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Nia,” I said.
“Yes Mistress,” Chloe said.
“Good girl. Good boy.” I shivered in pleasure to hear her say it. “You’ll do my nails, we’ll shave, then we’ll go out to dinner. Marc, go into the bathroom and fetch my nail polish.” I brought back her makeup bag, which had her polish and other accessories in it.
Nia slapped me across the face. “The polish, I said.”
Chloe gasped.
“Thank you, Nia,” I said. “I thought you might need the nail polish remover and maybe the rest of your stuff.”
“You’re absolutely right, Marc. I will need that, and it was very thoughtful of you to bring it.” She took my face in her hands, firmly. “But I asked you to bring the nail polish, not anything else, which means you disobeyed, and now you’re arguing about it. It was another test and you failed. So now you’re being punished.” She squeezed my face harder and then spit into it. “Don’t wipe it off,” she said. “Let it remind you of your failure. Let it remind you to do better next time.” I heard a little moan from Chloe, as if she were in pain.
Nia’s nail polish was purple. On her fingernails it was mostly worn away, just an irregular splotch in the center of each nail, while on her toenails it was better but still tired. She held out a bottle of nail polish remover to me.
“You shouldn’t use that,” Chloe told her. “It’s acetone, which is toxic and drying. My salon uses something healthier, something that won’t dry out your nails or your skin. It’s a cream.”
“Do you have any?”
Chloe grinned, kissed me, just a peck in a place Nia hadn’t spit, bounced up from the bed, and ran to the other room. She returned with a tube of cream, wiggling it at Nia between her fingers.
“Show him how,” Nia said.
“Dining room table,” Chloe said, and we followed her there, Nia brought all of her polishes and implements while Chloe brought her purse, which contained more. Chloe laid everything out. Chloe still wore her quarter-cup bra and short skirt, while Nia had put her bikini bottom back on, as well as one of my shirts, just two buttons in the middle fastened, showing plenty of herself above and below. Except for a buttplug, I was naked.
Chloe spread a dollop of cream on one of Nia’s fingernails, showing me how, then I did each of the others while Chloe very gently stroked my cock, keeping me hard, which was less distracting than it could’ve been ... for some reason it seemed to enhance my focus. It took 5 minutes for Chloe’s goop to do its thing. Nia had me get under the table and kiss and tongue and suck each of her toes while we waited.
“What you’re doing right now is called shrimping,” Nia said. “It feels so good to care for a woman this way, doesn’t it? You may nod this time, I don’t want my toe to leave your tongue.“
“Umm hmm,” I said, nodding.
“Good boy,” she said, and I felt that shiver of pleasure again.
I wiped the cream from each of Nia’s fingernails when it was time, the remaining polish coming off with it. “See how much healthier your nails and skin look now?” Chloe asked.
“It’s very nice, Chloe. Thank you.” Then Chloe asked Nia to go to the bathroom and wash her hands thoroughly.
“Marc, you may not touch Chloe while I’m out, do you understand?”
“Yes Nia,” I said. Chloe kissed me in the living room while she resumed gently stroking me.
When Nia returned, Chloe had me rub moisturizer into Nia’s strong hands, hydrating them as well as giving her a little massage, then Chloe showed me what to do with Nia’s cuticles. I carefully clipped each nail to the length Nia wanted, which was fairly short. She had me file the tip of most of those nails to smoothness, excepting the two on Nia’s ring fingers, which she wanted to be sharper.
“For scratching,” Nia said. Nia directed Chloe to kiss and tongue and suck her toes, one hand still on my cock, absently stroking and squeezing, once I seemed to know what I was doing.
Next was wiping each nail with a treated towelette to dehydrate it, then painting the nail with two generous coats of clear polish, letting it dry after each coat, then two more coats with Nia’s chosen purple polish. Chloe showed me how, then resumed her slow caress of my very hard cock as I repeated what she showed me on each of Nia’s other nails, doing my best to keep any of the polish from contacting her skin. Whenever it needed to dry, Nia had me give Chloe’s toes the same treatment I’d given hers earlier. Chloe looked deep into my eyes each time that happened, riveting my gaze and making me feel a little dizzy, falling into their beautiful blue depths.
Finally, another generous coat of clear polish, with the result looking glossy and shiny, reflecting the light in elongated streaks.
“That’s a very beautiful look, Chloe, thank you,” Nia said when the last coat finished drying. “I don’t know that my nails have ever looked better. You like them, too, don’t you Marc?”
“I do, Nia, very much, they’re very ... alluring.”
“Good boy,” she said, and I felt that surge of pleasure again.
“Now my toes,” Nia said. “Get on your knees for this, boy.” I repeated the process for Nia’s toenails, Chloe showing me what I needed to do differently, which wasn’t much. Nia had little foam separators between her toes. When the first clear coat of polish was drying, Nia asked “Don’t you like how Chloe is keeping you so hard while you do this, Marc? You’re serving me right now, just the way I want you to, and it should bring you great pleasure to do so.”
“I am enjoying this, Nia, very much.“
Nia raised her hand in front of my eyes. “Sleep, slave Marc,” she said, and snapped her fingers.
I woke to another snap. Or actually, I only partially woke. I was aware but somehow hazy, and I couldn’t move. My eyes were deep in Nia’s.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions, Marc. You are compelled to answer them fully and honestly, you have no choice about it, even if doing so makes you uncomfortable. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Nia.”
“I’ve compelled you to answer any question that Chloe or I ask, or anyone else either of us directs you to, in the same tone of voice and at the same volume we use, for as long as we want, whether you’re in trance or not. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Nia.”
“I like it when you answer yes. Good boy.”
“Thank you, Nia,” I said, as that wave of pleasure roiled my senses further.
“Do you like shiny glossy nails like mine?”
“I do. Very much.”
“And like Chloe’s?”
“Yes, Nia.”
“What else do you like?”
“Shiny glossy LONG fingernails,” I said.
“Well, I won’t be getting those,” Nia said. “But perhaps Chloe will if she wants that, and if you’re a very good boy.”
“Thank you, Nia.”
“What colors are your favorites?”
“Anything you’re wearing. Red, purple, burgundy, beige, clear. Sometimes blue or green or white. Really whatever helps a woman feel more confident, which is what I think is sexiest.”
“Interesting. Do you like them sharp like claws?”
My cock surged. “Yes Nia, I do,” I said, gasping.
Chloe giggled. “I guess he does,” she said softly.
“What else?”
“Strong, smart, capable athletic women. Women who can keep up with me. I also like pleasing you, and pleasing Chloe.”
“That’s a very good answer, Marc. You’re going to make a wonderful slave.”
“Thank you, Nia,” I said, then wondered why.
“Would you obey any other woman who had shiny glossy long nails?”
“Nn ... only if you or Chloe told me to,” I said.
Nia snapped her fingers again and the haze and paralysis I’d been feeling fell away. She wiggled her toes at me. “You may continue,” she said.
“You both need to shave. It’s something I want you to do every day—stubble is never acceptable, no matter how little. Marc will shave Chloe, and you’ll both shave Marc and me. Chloe first, she’ll be easiest since she’s already partly bare, and also because Marc’s balls will be more complicated. Marc, have you ever had your pubes shaved?”
“Nn ... Nia, my genitals have never been shaved.”
“Get used to it. I know you’ll like it, and soon you’ll look forward to it.”
“Thank you, Nia.” Nia’s toenails were fully polished now, just like her fingernails. I don’t remember finishing them, though I vaguely remember more snaps.
“Chloe, you’ll help Marc the first time, but otherwise I want him to do most of the work. You’ll shave me together when you’ve finished yourselves. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress. I’ve never shaved a man before.”
“It’s a little trickier, you’ll use clippers first to shorten everything up, then just be careful; we don’t want to damage him. I will direct. I brought a special shaver just for him. He’s going to get manscaped for the first time, doesn’t that sound good?” Nia sounded a little too excited.
“I’m a little worried,” I said, amazing myself by sounding a little too excited.
Nia took my chin between her fingers and squeezed my cheeks. “There there, little Marc. Chloe and I will make sure you’re well cared for. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Thank you, Nia.”
“Good boy. Begin.”
While I dealt with the inevitable wave of pleasure, Chloe brought a footstool with a little pink razor and a small can of shaving gel to my bathtub. Some women carry the darnedest stuff in their little handbags. She still wore her short red skirt, quarter-cup bra, and no panties. She looked me in the eyes when she was settled.
“The only thing that might make this, um ... harder,” and Chloe glanced down at my cock, which was pretty damned hard at that moment, “is that I might get wet and open more than I’m used to.”
As she said the words, I could see her nether lips parting.
“Well, here we are,” she said sighing. “I guess you just make me hot.” She giggled. “And I guess it goes both ways.” She reached down to flick the head of my cock, which bounced delightfully.
“I already shaved this morning ... would it be OK if Marc just shaved my landing strip and then applied moisturizer everywhere?”
“Yes Chloe, that would be OK this time.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Chloe bit her lip as I pressed her razor to her sensitive skin. There wasn’t much to shave at all. I’d never shaved a woman before, but I shave with a razor most days so this was nothing new.
“Would it be all right if I kissed her there first? I love her sweet sacred smell.”
Chloe shivered.
“Yes Marc, as usual you’re just brimming with good ideas, and I think that would be very good as long as it’s all right with Chloe.”
“Oh g ... Oh yes Mistress, I think that would be wonderful.” Her lips were parting farther and I could smell her arousal.
“No coming, excitable girl,” Nia warned.
I got in close, inhaled Chloe’s lovely sweet rich scent and felt her hands lightly on my head, caressing behind my ears, then kissed her soon-to-be-shaved landing strip goodbye. “I love you,” I whispered. It felt really good to say.
“I love you,” she whispered to me when I drew away and looked back into her eyes.
I shaved her, then applied moisturizer. It didn’t take long. I was tempted to draw it out for her pleasure but it seemed like it wouldn’t take much stimulation to set her off, so I only teased her a little, letting my fingertips linger.
“Your turn, Marc,” Chloe said, her voice husky. We switched places.
“Marc, after Chloe begins, you’re going to have to learn to do this yourself, standing up.” Nia handed Chloe a slim electric razor. “This is waterproof and it’s designed to work when he’s in the shower and all wet, but at least at first, let’s do this with him sitting on his stool. Just use the clippers, don’t try to shave him yet, and while it’s OK if he’s hard now, he shouldn’t be when you’re shaving him.”
Chloe got a mischievous look and put both her hands on my cock, one forming a ring around my base and squeezing tightly, the other lightly stroking me, up and down. “I know a really good way to make sure he’s not hard,” she said, smiling.
Nia sighed. “I like the way you think, my very naughty girl. Yes, that’s an excellent idea ... it might help him look forward to shaving himself, later. But clippers first.”
Chloe swirled her tongue on my cock head. “I’m really looking forward to this, Marc,” she said softly. “I never enjoyed having a man in my mouth before, but with you ... I want to make you feel very good. I want you to tell me everything that works for you.”
“Chloe, having a man in your mouth can seem like it’s very submissive, but in fact it can be exactly what your best self will become: dominant, where you’re in total control of his pleasure, of his response, and just as it will be once you learn fine control of your pelvic floor and as you’re learning to do with your beautiful hands and will learn to do with your feet and eyes and smile and frown and kiss and the rest of your beautiful body, you can use that response to control him through his cock, more and more, deeper and deeper. His cock controls him and you control his cock, it’s that simple. You also control his balls, which are more vulnerable, and between controlling just those two simple things, you can own him, or any other male.”
“Thank you, Miss Chloe,” I said. “You have no idea how sexy this is for me.”
“I think I do,” Chloe said, smiling and giving my cock a little slap.
“Yes Miss Chloe,” I said, shivering. Then she kissed my cock head, suckling just a little and licking off the precum. “Mmmmm ...” She said, looking deep into my eyes again.
“Chl ...” Nia began, but Chloe was already releasing my cock and picking up the clippers.
“Pull his skin to make it tight where he’s loose,” Nia said, but the way I was now, everything was already pretty tight. “Do just one side of him. Let him do the other side himself.”
It took Chloe about two minutes to clip me close, then she handed the electric razor to me. I stood. Her mouth was right there next to my hard cock and she played with me where it wouldn’t interfere with what I was doing, keeping away from areas that had already been shaved, meaning she mostly just kissed and licked and suckled head. When she sucked while her tongue worked my frenulum, I almost lost it.
“That’s really good, Miss Chloe, thank you.” She smiled around me, looking back deep into my eyes. I couldn’t look away and she realized it after a few moments ... if I couldn’t see what I was doing down there, there were all kinds of possibilities for an accident. Two minutes later I was done with the clipping, none of my hairs down there more than 1/8” long.
Chloe held out her hand and I placed the shaver in it. She smiled, licking her lips, then took my head into her mouth again, swirling her tongue below just as she’d done before. It felt so good that my knees wobbled. Then I felt her fingers tickling my balls and I moaned.
“That’s so good, Miss Chloe,” I said.
“Keep your eyes closed, Marc,” Nia said. “Focus on the feelings. It can feel so much better when some of your senses are blocked. You’ll become very familiar with blindfolds and earplugs and other sensory deprivation soon. Chloe, don’t let him come yet. Edge him first, at least twice. Marc, tell her when you’re about to come and Chloe will stop what she’s doing. You’ll be responsible for stopping your orgasm, and I hope you’re better at it this time.”
I’d been feeling so good about being here, but Nia saying that brought memories cascading back, of an hour or two ago when she jacked me into Chloe even as I begged her not to. She’d used that failure and disappointment, that sense of powerlessness, to break me, I realized. I’d been so disappointed. Now I was a little angry, but determined not to show it. Perhaps she hadn’t meant for me to remember.
Chloe drew me in deeper, experimenting. I imagined her eyes on mine, wanting to fall into them very much, but Nia told me not to, so I didn’t. I felt Chloe’s lower teeth dragging over me and almost lost it again.
“I’m about to come, Miss Chloe,” I said, and she pulled away.
“You want to look into Chloe’s eyes, don’t you Marc?”
“Yes Nia, I do. I love her beautiful eyes, and yours.”
“That’s exactly how it should be. You love them so much that you can’t look away until we do. Good boy.”
With me only just pulling back from my edge, that wave of pleasure almost pushed me over. I trembled, my knees almost buckling. I clenched. Hard. I’d been doing this so much lately that it kind of hurt, like overusing any other muscle, particularly one that wasn’t very strong to begin with, but I pulled myself back.
Neither Nia nor Chloe said anything for a while. Maybe they’d been motioning to each other.
“Sleep, slave Marc,” I heard Chloe say, the first time I’d heard her say it, and then a fingersnap. And then a few more times, Chloe fractionating me just as Nia had earlier, in and out and up and down from trance. It kept getting easier.
When I woke to another fingersnap and Chloe told me to open my eyes, I was still reeling from what felt like a really good orgasm. I looked down and Chloe was on her knees in front of me, looking up, her face painted with my issue, smiling happily. She stood, turned up her lips to kiss me, and I tasted myself in her mouth.
“Lick it from my face,” she said, “and swallow it. It tastes so good to me, but I want you to have some, too.”
“The taste of conquered boy,” Nia said.
“Yes Mistress,” Chloe said.
“Thank you, Miss Chloe,” I said when I was done. She turned up her lips to kiss me again, her arms around me, put her tongue in my mouth, and explored.
“Mmmm ...” She said. “You taste so good.” Then she whispered “I love you, Marc.”
I couldn’t help but beam in the warmth of her smile, and her embrace. “I love you, Miss Chloe.”
Nia and Chloe shared a look. Chloe stepped out of the tub. “Time to shave yourself,” Chloe said. “Turn the shower on. You may clean my spit from your face.”
“Thank you, Nia,” I said. It had mostly dried.
I turned on the water, soaped up, shampooed, and showered fully. I felt Chloe’s hand touch my ass and then the base of my cock while I was rinsing, running her fingers over the shortened hairs there, and when I opened my eyes she was smiling at me.
She handed me a tube of clear gel. I applied it everywhere I needed to shave. Then she handed me back the shaver.
“Remove the shave head, then rinse it out,” Nia said, and I did. Chloe handed me a tray of blades and I figured out how to attach one, then took a deep breath, smiling at Chloe. ‘Pull his skin to make it tight where he’s loose,’ Nia told Chloe earlier. I tried to be as careful I could, and after a little while it started feeling more comfortable, though my balls were a challenge. “There’s another blade on the back for tighter spots,” Nia told me, and when I’d shaved everything I could reach easily, I turned it over and got into some of the trickier bits. It took more than 10 minutes—it could’ve been quicker but I wanted to do a really good job. I managed to not nick myself, and when I was done I looked up and gave Chloe a relieved smile.
“Look at me, Marc,” Nia said, and I did. “Good boy,” she said, and I felt that shiver of pleasure roll up and down my entire body, then she said “Get hard, boy,” and snapped her fingers. And as quickly as that, feeling that sudden rush like adrenaline, I grew again. Nia knelt outside the tub, the water still running down my back, and took my cock (Her cock! Chloe’s cock!) in her mouth, all the way, her fingers squeezing my balls and pulling them down rather strongly. She swallowed on me and I felt her throat and lips and teeth, her tongue on my balls quickly taking me deep into pleasure until I was ready to come again.
“I’m going to come, Nia,” I said, and she pulled away, the tip of her tongue dragging up my underside as she pulled away even as I clenched.
“That’s how a good boy is supposed to feel in his Domina’s mouth,” Nia said to Chloe. I turned off the shower. Dried off, then Chloe applied moisturizer to everything we’d just shaved, taking me as deep in her mouth as she could, briefly, struggling to not gag, purposely bringing me to another edge, smiling slyly around me.
Then Chloe and I shaved Nia with her own razor together. She had us leave a clipped tuft of hair above.
“This is another symbol of my dominance,” she said. “I get this and you don’t, though perhaps Chloe might get one someday, too. Let it be another reminder.”
I dried off.
“One last thing before dinner,” Nia said. “Chloe, I want you to show Marc how to properly apply lipstick to my lips, and to my pussy. Marc, you are never allowed to muss the lipstick any woman is wearing ... it’s so pretty and she’s wearing it to enhance her beauty, her power over you, and for the joy she wants everyone to feel in her presence. No part of you may enter any part of any woman who’s wearing more than just a little lipstick there, not even your tongue. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Nia,” I said, then Chloe showed me how. Chloe had never applied lipstick to her pussy lips, but it didn’t seem much different. Nia’s lips, both sets, were now the same glossy purple as her fingernails.
“Very nice,” Nia said. “Don’t you think?” I was kneeling before her, her pussy less than two inches from my face, circling with her hips. It seemed like it’d been a long day but it was still only 5:00 PM.
“You look very beautiful, Nia,” I said, which made her smile. She squatted down to kiss me very lightly on the lips.
“Good boy,” she whispered.