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"Hard wood floors," she said. "Do you have a pad or pillow to put under your knees?"
I thought for a moment. "My yoga pad. I'll get it." I ran into the family room and collected it.
"Does Scott get home at the same time every day?" Lisa asked.
"It can vary by as much as fifteen minutes, either side of 5:45."
"How are you going to present yourself?"
I got into the kneeling position Scott showed me, knees apart, hands clasped behind my back where they'd be cuffed together, back straight, mouth open. "I'll probably just rest my butt on my heels until I hear his car outside."
"He's going to fuck you as soon as he walks through the door, isn't he?"
"I certainly hope so. It's what I'm going for."
"If he doesn't; call me. Maybe I will."
"Lisa!"
"All I'm sayin' is, you look pretty good right now. What are you going to do if anyone comes home with him?"
"Smile a lot. Help me get the collar and cuffs on."
Lisa buckled the collar around my neck, and the cuffs around my wrists. I knelt down and she fastened the cuffs behind my back.
"Thank you, Lisa. I appreciate the help. You went above and beyond."
"Wait a minute, you did put fuck juice on, didn't you?"
"Fuck juice?"
"Perfume! Hurry, what's Scott's favorite? And where the hell is it?"
"Eternity, on my bedroom dressing table."
Lisa rushed off and returned a couple minutes with the perfume. She dabbed some on her fingers and drew a line between my breasts, under each one, a drop on the nipples, under each arm, the hollow of my throat and on either side of my vulva where my legs joined my torso.
"That should do the trick. You owe me."
She spent thirty seconds tidying up the table, putting my robe over the back of a chair, grabbed her make up kit and left. I waited. I heard his truck about ten minutes later and spread my knees, straightened my back, and parted my lips, listening to him walk up the sidewalk.
He turned out the light and I went to sleep in his arms, still resting on his chest.
I invited Lisa the next day for lunch and told her what happened last night; the many powerful orgasms, my inability to think about anything else, the need to cum all the time.
"It sounds as if you're really considering doing this," Lisa said.
"I think I am. Ever since I started thinking about doing it, the sex has been incredible. I want sex all the time. We're making out like newlyweds again. I can't get enough. Every time Scott mentions something about it, my pussy gets wet. My biggest fear is I'll like it too much and not want to stop."
"Hey, if that was my only problem, I'd go ahead and do it too. Liking something too much to stop sounds like a great problem to have. My problem is getting enough. If it works for you, maybe I'll sign up too."
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Four days later, on a Tuesday morning, at 10:05 AM, I looked at myself naked in the mirror. I inspected my high pert tits, my slim waist, the toned planes of my belly flowing to the plump pussy between my legs, my trimmed pubic hair a darker blonde than my head. I'm going to do this, I thought. I'm going to turn myself into a sex slave. I will no longer be in control of my body. Scott will own me. He'll strip me and display me naked, take any part of me he wants, punish me if I'm not the perfect slut. Anything I've read about in one of my books, could happen to me.
My pussy grew damp thinking about it, and I knew I was doing the right thing. I ran a finger through my moistened slit, then tasted myself. I wanted to do something for him. More than just putting on the collar before he came home and discovered he owned me. I called Lisa.
"Can you come over at 5:00 this afternoon before Scott gets home?"
"Of course. You decided to do it, didn't you?"
"I did."
"What do you need me to do?" Lisa asked.
"I'm making a present of myself to Scott. I want you to come over and tie my hands together behind my back. I'll be naked, kneeling, waiting for him."
"Does your slavery start tonight?" She asked.
"No. He wants to take some time off so we can explore my slavery together. He'll need to make some arrangements to ensure all of his projects are being handled in order to take off. He said it would start on Friday, the week before his vacation."
"Do you think he'll be able to arrange it by this Friday?"
"I hope so. I'm so nervous. The longer I have to wait, the more nervous I'll get. I'd like to start as soon as I can."
"I'm going to come at 4:30. I've got some make up ideas I'd like to try on you to doll you up a little."
"Okay. Thank you."
Next, I wondered if I should get a wax, go completely bald on my pussy. I had time to get one, but if I was going to be Scott's property, perhaps I should ask my owner what he'd prefer. On the other hand, I didn't want to tip my hand, so I couldn't really ask. I finally decided to shave my pubes. If I shaved, my pelt would grow back sooner in case he preferred hair.
I sat on the edge of the tub with scissors, a razor with a brand new blade, and a can of shaving cream. I trimmed everything I could to start with the scissors, getting it as short as I could, then swept it up. Putting my feet in the tub, I spread my legs as far as I could and applied shaving foam to my crotch. Carefully, I scraped with the razor, bringing it down to the skin line, pulling my folds from one side to the other so as not to cut myself, constantly rinsing the blade in the spigot. When I finished, it still felt as though there was some stubble, so I re-soaped and re-shaved, trying to smooth it more. I checked myself with a mirror. Pretty clean, except for a few wispy hairs around my anus. They had to go too, so more soap, more razor, scraping carefully over the crinkled skin. Finally satisfied with the results I could see in the magnifying mirror, I took a shower, shaving my armpits as well. I got the best skin lotion I had and smoothed it over the shaved area.
When I finished, I ran my fingers over my newly bald pussy. Pretty soft and smooth, I thought. Shaving my genitals had aroused me and I considered masturbating again. I was doing it on a daily basis anymore. No, if I was going to present myself to my new owner, I would no longer have control over my orgasms. I might as well get used to denial now. In any event, I fully expected Scott to fuck me when he got home and found me waiting for him. Perhaps, he'd fuck me every single day, or I might be quite frustrated before my slavery began.
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