Pyx 2 Training DaysChapter 13 Vanessa The Girls
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Around seven am, Pyx woke up the two sisters.
"Why so early?" asked the bleary-eyed Vanessa.
"We have to prepare ourselves for our master," said Pyx. "Come, we'll show you."
The three went into the guest bathroom, where Vonda and Pyx took turns shaving each other's pussies, legs, and armpits.
When they finished, they turned to their guest.
"It's your turn," said Vonda.
The younger twin sighed. "I knew this was coming. Alright. You can shave me."
She laid down on the tile floor, just like the slaves had.
Vonda brought out the electric hair trimmer, and quickly cut her bush short. Then Pyx, with shaving cream and man's razor, shaved her bare, using the handheld shower nozzle to clear the blade, periodically.
"Why a man's razor?" asked Vanessa, while Pyx was working away.
"Because women's razors suck," said Vonda. "I don't know why, but they do."
After she was done, with both the bush and the armpits, Pyx used the shower nozzle to rinse her clean. Vanessa had recently shaved her legs.
Vonda ran her fingertips across her sister's newly bare pussy. "How does it feel?" she asked.
Vanessa cooed. "Ooo! It's so sensitive. Very erotic."
"If you keep it shaved, that sensitivity will soon go away. Enjoy it while you can," said Vonda.
As they were about to leave, Pyx blocked the doorway. "Umm."
"Yes, Pyx?" asked Vonda.
The blonde slave blushed. "I ... just wanted to say that I appreciate your talking about your past, last night."
She paused, waiting for a reply. But the sisters couldn't think of what to say.
"Uh, you're welcome." said Vanessa.
"I ... I had some bad things happen to me when I was living at the convent." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't like to think about it."
Pyx's resumed her normal speaking voice. "I am just happy to know that I am not alone..."
Tears formed on Vonda's cheeks. She hugged Pyx.
Vanessa joined them in a group hug.
"Oh Pyx! I'm so sorry," said Vonda.
"Maybe to go into this lifestyle, you have to have had some childhood trauma," said Vanessa.
Pyx held up her hands. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make both of you so sad."
"It's okay," said Vonda.
She turned to her sister. "Now, let's get you over to Alex."
Pyx interrupted. "I forgot. Master said that if Vanessa wanted to visit him, she should be dressed like she was yesterday."
Both of the siblings expressed surprise. "Did he say why?" asked Vanessa.
Pyx shook her head. "It's his wish."
Vanessa went to the closet, and put on her pale blue undies, and bright blue dress.
My two slaves preened and fussed over her appearance and dress, like a stage mom at a beauty pageant.
Vanessa brushed them back. "Lay off! Geez! We may not even fuck."
Pyx smiled. "I think you will."
"What makes you say that?" asked Vanessa.
"Well, I told Master what you wanted. He's waiting for you."
"You didn't!" she gasped.
Pyx shrugged. "I don't hide anything from him."
"Except for your abusive past," said Vonda.
That made the young slave pause. "If he asked me, I would tell him," she said in a small voice.
I was taking a catnap while waiting for Vanessa. No use getting all aroused before-hand.
Finally, there was a light tap on the door.
"Enter," I called.
In walked a nervous Vanessa, fully clothed.
I sat up in bed, the sheets and blankets still covering my lower half. "Can I help you?" I asked.
She looked down at the floor. "I thought Pyx told you."
"Only in broad strokes. What is it you want from me?"
The twin thought for a minute. "I guess I want to know how you seduced my sister."
I nodded. That was what I thought she wanted. "Certainly. First, let me explain some background.
"Vonda was a slave for Mistress Mary, who lived on the third floor."
"Does she still lives there?" asked Vanessa.
I nodded. "Anyway, I had just started making a profit on this building. I could afford to own a slave, for the first time.
"The word was out that Mary was looking to get rid of her slave.
"I talked to her, and found out the reason for the breakup.
"I then met Vonda, who was very leery about me, initially.
"But from the start, we hit it off. I told her what I wanted from a slave, and she told me what she wanted from a master. They meshed.
"The only real question was how compatible we were sexually.
"She came into this room, and stood where you are.
"And I was sitting on the side of the bed."
I pulled my feet out from under the covers, and swung them over to the side. My erection was at half mast.
I looked the red-head up and down.
Vanessa suddenly felt exposed. She suppressed an urge to cover herself.
I smiled. Her sister had done the same thing.
"First, take off your shoes."
She reached down, unfastened them, and stepped out.
"Now undress, slowly. Do not look down at yourself as you do so. Keep your eyes fixed on me. Realize, as you disrobe, you are releasing your rights to your body, and giving them to me."
"I have to pull this dress over my head," said Vanessa. "I'll have to lose sight of you."
"That's okay," I said. "Just make the break as short as possible."
With her dress off, I could see that her panties were completely soaked.
When her bra came off, her nipple were revealed to be rock hard.
She then removed her panties. A stream of fluid came out, attaching her vagina to the inside of her pale blue underwear. I also saw what my slaves had done.
"Oh no," I cried. "They shouldn't have done that."
"But Pyx and my sister said that you liked girls with shaved pussies."
I shook my head. "They don't understand. Their shaved bodies are a sign of their enslavement. Neither were shaven when I had sex with them, the first time."
"They were just trying to please you."
"I know. I won't punish them, much."
"But shaved pussies turn you on," she said.
I nodded. "But it serves an important purpose too."
"Really?"
"Yes. One of the problems with being a slave is boredom. You can't have sex twenty-four/ seven. And boredom, more times than not, leads to rebellion and trouble. Giving them a constant task that they have to monitor is helpful in keeping this at bay.
"Also, since it is easier to have someone else shave and inspect you, it has helped Pyx and Vonda bond."
Vanessa nodded. "So, that is why you don't allow waxing or electrolysis..."
"Right.
"Now, spread your arms and legs."
Realizing that this is what happened to her sister, Vanessa complied.
I walked around her, examining her body, like you would a cantaloupe or horse, you were considering buying. I had her open her mouth, and examined her teeth. I groped her breasts, rolling her erect nipples with my thumbs.
I inserted my middle finger up inside Vanessa's creaming vagina, and tasted her fluids. She was similar to her twin, but muskier.
I examined the faint scar on her belly.
Vanessa spoke. "I had my appendix..."
"Shh," I said. "Don't speak, unless I say so."
Finally I examined her finger and toenails.
I resumed my place on the edge of the bed.
"You have a very attractive body. I find you acceptable."
I didn't see the same relief on Vanessa's face, that I did on Vonda's, three years ago. But then, Vanessa was not in danger of being homeless.
"Thank you," was all she said.
"Now, get on the bed. Kneeling."
She did so.
I sat behind her. "Hands behind her back."
She complied.
Deftly, I put miniature metal cuffs on her thumbs.
Vanessa did not object or struggle; which I took as a good sign.
"Now put your head on the bed."
Without her hands, all the twin could do was flop herself down. Her ass and cunt exposed to me.
I pulled out a wooden ping pong paddle, with a blue dimpled hard rubber covering. "Just like you sister, I'm going to give you ten swats."
Vanessa was growing in arousal. Her exposed pussy was practically spurting, and her clit was rock hard, sticking out between her two lips. "Okay," she panted.
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Vanessa is 36 years old, married to her high school sweetheart, Brian. Brian is 5 years older than her. He is not the fittest guy for his age even. He has gained a few pounds over the years. Vanessa however, still looks after her appearance. She has maroon red dyed curly hair at shoulder length, 5"4", 32C cup, a size 8 and very attractive. Some people make jokes about beauty and the b**st but there is always a degree of truth about it. She also has a seductive look that comes naturally and she...
Cassidy and Vanessa by William Kincaid The ice lay heavy on the bleak Indiana landscape. The barren farm fields lay encased in a crust of frozen snow while the wood lots were stripped of leaves, dark, and foreboding. The sky mirrored the frozen ground, gray and featureless, a somber blanket that matched the mood of the two passengers in a Jeep Patriot in the southbound lane of I-69. Mark Baxter and his sixteen year old son Tommy had been thrown out...
Day 1: The BeginningThe handcuffs are cutting into Vanessa’s wrists behind her back; her slim but muscled body is hunched forward on the hard bench. Her shoulders ache as she blows her fringe from her face with a pouted bottom lip?..?Fuck these South American Customs officials?and fuck that Craig for stuffing that shit in my bag? she thinks to herself??And FUCK this heat? as a droplet of sweat forms on her erect nipple, ready to drop on her taut thigh, where the downy blond hairs are matted...
It was some time after the first story, that we had a weekend on our own again.Our son was with a Grandma’s and we had a weekend ahead, a rare occasion.On Friday night Vanessa and I went into town to a local Italian place, good food and loads of wine. As the evening wore on, we began discussing matters of a sexual nature and recollecting the night we experimented (in the previous story). From under a menu Vanessa produced a flyer, one of those that advertise things to see, places to go in town,...
Sam and Vanessa Part Two: A very sad time A few weeks after Christmas, just after Saturday breakfast, the telephone rang, and Toshi answered it. She turned to her mother, handed her the phone, and said, "It's Oda Sachiko, and she's crying." With a little trepidation, Masumi took the phone, and said, "Sachiko?" She listened for a minute, her face flushed, and she started to cry. "Mom! What's wrong?" "Sobo (grandfather) died." "What? No!" And, Toshi started crying. "Please...
Sam and Vanessa Part Three: A New Beginning Sam sat at the table, and looked at his mom, and Aunt Mi. You could see the puzzlement on his face, as he thought 'What did I do?' Miyuki started, "Sam. Your mom and I are glad to see that you and Vanessa are friends again. We both hope that you come out of your funk. But, what we really want to talk to you about, are your clothes." "My clothes!" Sam asked. "Yes. Your girl's clothes." "Huh?" "Sam. We're not blind. When you put...
If you haven't read "From Jeannie to Vanessa," you need to read it. Also, you need to read Chapter 1 of this story. These are NOT stand alone stories.****Chapter 2: Siller comes to callSiller stood in the doorway of the bedroom, an absolutely HUGE shit-eating grin on his face and eyes looking like they were going to jump out of his skull.Siller, (short for Sylvester, "rhymes with killer" he always said, although I sometimes called him "Silly") was my boyfriend.Vanessa and I, attired in...
BisexualThe next morning Vanessa opened her eyes, she hoped that it was Shorty that is next to her. She suddenly felt an itching sensation inside her pussy. It felt like a million little micro nerves tingling around the inside of her pussy creating a ticklish sensation. She tried to brush it off and forced herself out of her bed, still feeling a bit sluggish and hit the shower. Brian has prepped Kelly to school. That's the good thing about Brian, he doesn't mind to do share the load, sometimes even...
Eric took a sip of the hot tea from the mug that he held. His handswrapped around them as though the warmth seeping through the ceramic would drive away the slight chill and damp drifting in the open window of his home office, on the second floor of the house. The late-August rainstorm had been soaking the earth since the late morning but instead of the smell of the earth and of new growth that he had so enjoyed earlier in the year, now the rains brought the smell of autumn and of leaves...
ToysSam and Vanessa Part one A little background Authors note. This is a sequel to the story of Mike and Sam that I wrote in 2004. It follows their son, Sam, from his preteen years through college. If you haven't read the original five parts, it might help you follow this story better if you do. If you went back and read the first five parts, you can skip down to The Story Starts, as this part just describes the four main characters. Our little family has four members to it....
The three workmen were slaving away in the back garden, in the hot sun. Vanessa watched them from the upstairs bedroom window, getting more excited by the second. Under her robe she was wearing a beautiful red basque with a red g-string, black stockings and five inch heels. This was topped off with the tiniest lycra red halterneck dress which barely concealed her ass or bulge. She undid her robe and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long blond hair and heavily made up face looked as good as...