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This is Part III of Gary to Greta once again written by my Domme Mistress
whose name will not be revealed
The story isn?t for underaged people. So if you are too young or don?t
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From Gary to Greta Part III
by Domme Mistress and Greta
The beauty of our apartment was that it had huge windows overlooking
Paris. The kitchen, the social area, her bedroom, and mine all overlooked
the city. Every morning I would open the shades to let the light in while
doing the early morning household chores dressed in my maid outfit.
Then I started to notice something. I am not quite sure what it was. But
it was there for sure. One night, after I had cooked dinner and had
served her, I stood obediently next to my wife, waiting for permission to
address her.
She looked at me. "What is it, maid?"
"Madame Beringer, I think someone is looking at me."
She laughed. "What gives you that idea, maid?"
"Madame Beringer, as I move around the house from room to room, at times
I glance out the window and I think I see eyes looking here."
My wife laughed again, continued her dinner and dismissed me as soon as I
had finished cleaning up.
But the next evening she came home and pasted a small, black and white
sign on every window of the house, facing out. "Piano lessons: Tuesday,
Thursday, and Saturday, 4 pm" and there was a phone number.
"Madame Beringer, we do not give piano lessons, we do not own a piano,
and that is not our phone number," I protested.
She laughed.
But the following Tuesday I was dismissed early from my job and ordered
to be home by 3:30 pm. At 4 pm exactly, my wife made me stand in the
living room next to the window. She ordered me to undress. Completely
strip. She handed me a razor and a can of shaving foam. "Shave, sissy,
shave. I don't want to see a single body hair on you, ever again. Legs,
arms, armpits, chest, crotch: every hair comes off and stays off."
I protested, "Madame Beringer, here in front of the window? All of Paris
can see me. Please?"
She slapped my ass really hard, something she had never done before. She
yelled at me, "You want to see Paris? Well, Paris wants to see you. Do
it, sissy!"
I started to shave, in broad daylight, by the window, feeling those eyes
that had been following me the past few weeks. It felt so sinful. Good
because the sensuality of my lifelong dream of shaving my body clean; bad
because I was in full view. My cock was throbbing incessantly.
At 4:45 pm my wife had me move around, turn this way and the other,
looked at my body carefully, and felt I had done a nice job. She made me
walk around some more by the window. And exactly at 5 pm, she told me it
was all done. I stood there panting like a bitch in heat. My body, clean
shaven and wild with desire stood in start opposition of what I knew hers
was like. In Parisian fashion, she had stopped shaving her legs and
armpits. Thick, dark hairs were growing, adding a touch of wild savagery
to her normally thickly-matted pussy and her darkish nipples.
I wanted to fuck her. I pleaded and begged. All this in front of the
window. She laughed and turned away, "You know that I don't have
intercourse with you."
I followed her, pleading. "Madame Beringer, at least, would you 'help'
me? Would you touch it while I did it?"
Again she laughed. "Not today, sissy, but maybe Thursday."
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