When the doorbell rang, I knew that it was Karen. I'd talked to her
on the `phone earlier and made arrangements for her visit. All I'd told
her was that I worked with her husband, Bob (true), that she mustn't
tell him that I'd contacted her (true), that he was in very serious
trouble at work (not true), and that I needed her help to get his ass
out of trouble (not true). I'd noticed Bob looking at me hungrily any
number of times. Like most men, he seemed to think with his dick most of
the time. I liked Bob. He was intelligent, seemingly devoted to his
wife, Karen, for the most part, but nevertheless perpetually horny with
that `honeymoon's over' vibe that most young married men have. The few
times that I'd been around his wife, she seemed a bit conservative. She
struck me as the type of woman who didn't even trim her bush, let alone
shave it bare as I did mine. I looked forward to her seduction - and
ultimate degradation. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Putting a somber
look on my face, I opened the door to Karen, stepping aside to invite
her in. Her puzzled look notwithstanding, she looked eatable as she
strode purposefully past me and into the foyer. She'd dressed
conservatively, as I'd expected, but that was OK. Before long, if things
went according to my plan, she'd be out of her clothes anyway. "Hi,
Karen. I'm glad you came. Can I get you a drink?" "Some ice water would
be fine, thanks." "Have a seat in the living room, I'll get your water
and, if you don't mind, I'd like something a bit stronger. "I realize
that I was a bit cryptic over the telephone, but I didn't want to
discuss things without being face to face. Excuse me, I'll be right
back." As I'd left Karen in the living room and gone to the kitchen to
fix our drinks, I was pleased with the mystified look on her face. I
wanted to keep her off balance, susceptible to my suggestion, to my
control. "Here's your water, Karen. If you smoke, I'd appreciate it if
you didn't here. I don't like the smell." (This wasn't true, but I
wanted to establish control. How better, than to deny a smoker the right
to light up?) "Karen, I wish that what I have to tell you were easier
but, when I told you that Bob was in trouble, if anything, I was
understating it. Bob's really stepped in it. "I discovered yesterday
that he's embezzled equipment and money from the company. From what I
can tell, it is possible to cover his tracks, he was simply sloppy, but
I'll have too move quickly. "I've thought of a plan and I know that I
can do what is necessary at work tomorrow to make things right.
"Basically, it's up to you. Bob's committed a felony. By my actions, I
will be aiding and abetting a felon. I will be guilty of complicity in
his actions and could be prosecuted as a felon myself for my
involvement. "Understandably, for me to take this kind of risk, I want
to be compensated. Do you understand?" "I'm sorry, Janet. I don't think
that I do understand. Are you asking me to pay you money?" "No, Karen,
I'm not. "But, I'm not willing to dig Bob out of the hole that he's dug
himself into for nothing. I don't want your money. I'll explain myself.
But first, I want to make sure where you're at on this. "Let me ask you.
If I do nothing and Bob goes to jail, would this make you happy?" "Of
course not, Janet. I'd be devastated. I love Bob. I'd do anything to
help him get out of this. But, I still don't understand what you're
asking of me." "Karen, it's been my experience that most people are
loose with words. They say one thing and they mean another. I remember a
cowboy movie that I saw once where, I think it was the actor, Sam
Elliott, that said, `If a man can't say what he means, how can he mean
what he says?'. I always thought that was an incredibly cool quote. "You
say that you'd do anything to help him. Do you mean that, Karen?"
"Absolutely, Janet. I feel like you're toying with me, though. Is there
something specific that you want from me?" "Karen, to make a long story
short, if you want me to get Bob out of this sticky situation, quite
simply, I am demanding that you obey me implicitly for the next twenty
four hours. "Let me spell this out. I'm bisexual. The people that I work
with would shit if they knew this. My family and friends would die if
they realized the truth of this. At any rate, though, I've always
enjoyed both men and women. Once upon a time, when I was younger, both
boys and girls. "The times that I've seen you, I've wondered what it
would be like to share your body. To make love to you. To use you.
"Don't be shocked. As they say, you shouldn't knock it if you haven't
tried it. Have you ever had sex with a female? "No." "If you want to
back out of this, I'd suggest that you leave now. Tomorrow, I promise
you, I'll simply report what I've found at work and Bob will be, I'd
imagine, going to jail. What'll it be?" "I said that I'd do anything. I
meant it." "Very well then, Karen. You understand that, once we start,
there's no going back? That once I take possession of you, the bargain
continues for twenty four hours?" "OK." "I'd prefer, `Yes, ma'am',
Karen." "Yes, ma'am." I could tell that Karen was embarrassed about
addressing me in this submissive way but was also turned on by it. This
was going to be fun! "Stand up and take off your clothes, Karen. Now."
"Yes, ma'am." I leaned back in my chair and watched as Karen began
unbuttoning the small buttons of her blouse, a blush evident on her
face, lust barely discernible in her eyes. "Just put your clothes on the
couch, Karen." "Yes, ma'am." Her blouse was off, she'd stepped out of
her shoes, and the skirt soon followed. Her underwear was even
conservative. I suspected that this conservative, straight laced woman
was going to be hell on wheels if I could get her to come out of her
shell and face the hot slut that was her potential. I knew that I was
just the person to help her realize this goal. Her breasts were lush,
probably a 38B, capped with pencil erasure nipples, hardened by the
moment or by a chill, I didn't know. Her practical, white cotton panties
were all that remained and I couldn't resist. "Karen. Before you take
off your panties, one last chance. Get dressed and get out. Or, obey me
totally." "Yes, ma'am." She hadn't hesitated in her response and her
fingers grasped the panties from each side, sliding them over her hips,
down her legs, and stepping out of them, to place them with the rest of
her clothes on the sofa. "Come over here and stand in front of me,
Karen." "Yes, ma'am." "Put your hands behind your neck with your fingers
interlaced, Karen. Do not remove your hands from your neck or you will
be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am." I leaned forward in my
chair, setting my glass on the table, and suddenly reached between
Karen's thighs. My fingers traveled through her, as expected, full bush
and softly stroked her labia. "I don't like this hair, Karen. In a
moment, you will go into the bathroom and shave it off for me. Do you
understand, Karen? "Yes, ma'am." "I mean all of it, Karen. When you have
finished shaving, I expect you to be as bare as a child. Spread you legs
for me, Karen." "Yes, ma'am." As I stroked her pussy, her arousal was
evident in her wetness. I couldn't resist pointing this out to her.
"You're wet, Karen. You must be enjoying my touch." "Yes, ma'am." I
continued with my ministrations as I spoke. "When you're freshly shaven,
Karen, instead of my fingers, I'll use my tongue. Would you like that?"
"Yes, ma'am." "Has a woman ever licked your pussy, Karen?" "No, ma'am."
"Do you want me to lick you, Karen?" "Yes, ma'am." "Go to the bathroom
now, Karen. Be careful with the razor. I don't want you to cut yourself.
I'll be waiting for you here when you're done. Help yourself to the
shower also while you're in there." "Yes, ma'am." And, she was striding
towards the bathroom, her trim bottom switching as she walked away from
me. I decided to get me another drink and went to the kitchen to fix it.