If I told you guys how big a pain in the ass the next few hours were, you'd never believe me. Cleaning up all the hair from a person's body is simply an insane task! Long hairs, floating in inch deep water aren't so bad to clean up, but that fine little micro-fuzz that grows thinly on a girl's arms, or inside her ears or nose… Forget about it!
Those nasty little peach fuzz hairs grow some sort of magical electrostatic charge once they get damp and they glue themselves to EVERYTHING! And trying to get them out of those fine little jet nozzles that circulate the water so gently in a spa?
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! NEVER AGAIN!!
And that's all I'm going to say on that horrific subject.
The bath itself, once we all got to enjoy it together, was one of those amazingly orgasmic experiences. Maria squirmed her soft feminine body behind me, allowing me to lean back and use her warm bosoms as a pillow, while she gently lathered and washed my hair. Vicky, meanwhile, slid her legs underneath and around mine, giving me a perfectly unobstructed view of her whole gorgeous body, while she dedicated herself to washing my toes and feet.
I have to admit, I don't think I've ever been so relaxed in my life. In just a few moments, I was peacefully drifted off to sleep.
BIG MISTAKE!! It was the sound of the two girls giggling together that finally work me back up. Almost instantly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up as I recognized Maria's little evil tittering. She'd done something she knew she shouldn't have, and she knew it. From Vicky's little giggles, she knew it too!
Hesitating, not knowing if I even wanted to know what had them both so amused, I slowly cracked my eyes opened and peeked out at Vicky. Following her obvious gaze, my heart sank heavily, as it was obvious what she was looking at. Lowering my head…
I was bald!!
Not on my head either, but all my precious hair on my groin and balls was shaved completely off!
"That'll teach you to ruin my fun and not let me shave a pretty girl," Maria whispered softly in my ear.
"I… I was going to do that anyway," I lied piteously. "I figured it'd be easier for Vicky to swallow, if the hair didn't tickle her nose so much." Yeah, right! With the way she thrusted herself upon my manhood, hairy balls was the last thing on her mind — by I'll be damned if I was going to tell Maria that!
"Oh! My Lord!" Eyes sparkling like diamonds, Vicky almost swooned thinking I'd do such a thing just for her.
"Oh my lord." Sighing heavily, Maria couldn't believe she'd fall for such an obvious lie!
Before I could settle down in my room, there was still a ton of work left to do. Leaving Maria to clean the bathroom again by herself — after all, it was her brilliant idea to shave my nethers in the tub after we'd just worked so hard to keep hair out of it — Vicky and I went off to fix a late supper.
One amazing thing I learned that evening — when cooking for three people, the oven is just as fast and even easier than the microwave! Honest!
A TV dinner takes about 14 minutes in the microwave. Seven minutes one side, then take it out and stir it up, then another five or six minutes to finish cooking it. For three dinners, one at a time, that's over 40 minutes — the time it'd take to just toss them all in the oven and forget about it!
And the best part of oven cooking? All the uninterrupted time while they're cooking, which I used to make myself much more intimately familiar with Vicky's most intimate parts. And NO, I didn't bang her in the kitchen, like all you nobodies want to know. I did have a wipe and dry all my fingers quite well before eating though!
After our meal was over and done, I *finally* got to lead Vicky back to my room. We had to remake the bed before using it, but that didn't take us very long. Vicky crawled in first, sliding over to the center of the bed and peacefully resting her arms above her head almost as if they'd been tied there. Sliding myself up tight beside her, I squirmed one arm under her head, while snuggling up to use her breasts as my pillow. Smiling happily, Vicky opened her legs wide apart, making herself completely available to me without me even saying anything.
"Content?" Rubbing my free hand up and down from her crotch to her breast, I really didn't know how to talk to her now that we were alone. There was so many things I wanted to tell her, and so many things I wanted to ask, I didn't know where to start.
"Happy," Vicky assured me, sounding almost like she was purring as I ran my fingers all over her bare flesh.
"WHY?" Perhaps the one question I most wanted the answer to, and yet one which I almost dreaded to ask. I wasn't completely certain what the hell my wishes were. How could I be certain I hadn't already altered her brain or something?! And if I had, what else had I altered with my stupid wish?
"Why are you so happy being my personal little toy? It's not like that's something girls usually grow up dreaming about, you know." At least, not unless they've been mind-fucked, I worried to myself.
"I didn't grow up wanting to be a sex slave," Vicky assured me, moaning softly as I gently rubbed and tried to caress her nipple into standing back up for me. "But, I'm happy I am," she confided, biting her lip seductively.
"There's just always so much pressure," Vicky sighed, trying not to squirm. "Perfect grades. Perfect dress. Perfect manners. Perfect sports. Perfect appearance. Every damn thing always has to be so perfect — *I've* got to be sooo damn perfect! Honestly," Vicky admitted softly, "the pressure was so great that I was to the point where I was considering suicide. A plastic bag over the head, one large zip-tie, and then… just sleep."
"And that's when I met Darlene," Vicky chuckled, perking back up lightly. "She took me under her wings, tied me up, and made me just surrender to the moment. Well," she giggled lightly, "she really just wanted me to surrender to HER, but every time I did so, I could just feel all my worries up and fade away.
"I didn't have to worry about how I dressed. Or my manners," Vicky laughed happily. "I didn't worry about what my next project was going to be on. I didn't have to try and take care of the class work, or student council work, or being seen with enough school spirit. All I had to do is lay back, do whatever Darlene asked from me, and then enjoy the pleasure we brought to each other."
"Giving in, being a sub, was almost like heaven for me," Vicky moaned lightly as I started working a couple of my fingers in and out of her most secret place again. "You'd never believe how much I've missed this, since she graduated and moved off to college," Vicky sighed contentedly.
"So, have you ever been used down here before?" I asked, already starting to get a better understanding of Vicky's true personality. Her parents had pushed her so hard to always be the best, they'd ended up breaking her. When Darlene showed up and took control of her, Vicky was able to finally take all that weight off her shoulders. Being a lowly slave toy was much better in her mind, than having to try to live up to the unrealistic expectations her parents always set for her!
"Lots and lots," Vicky answered honestly.
"With anything other than fingers or a tongue," I asked mischievously?
"Lots and lots," Vicky answered again, smirking mischievously as she watched my expression. "There was brush handles, and a banana, and a flute once," Vicky giggled wistfully. "I think Darlene's favorite play toy though, was probable a pair of batons which she'd stolen from the marching band. There was one for each side, of those, you know!"
"Those metal twirly-twirly baton things they toss up in the air and catch?" I suppose those would work — I just never would've thought to use something like that!
"Uh huh," Vicky moaned dreamily.
"And what's the biggest thing you've ever had used on you?" My morbid curiosity made me ask, even knowing I wasn't the greatest endowed man in the world.
"A whole liter bottle of tea several times, in the front," Vicky admitted shamelessly. "Darlene liked hers a little warmer than room temperature, and my womb was always a nice place to store them."
"Your.. Your womb?!" Shocked by her words, my fingers stopped their dungeon crawling inside her body, and hung there limply. I'll never be able to match up to that!! I doubt ANY man could!
"It's not that bad once you get used to it," Vicky assured me, looking up to see why I'd stopped. "Babies are much larger than that coming out," she shrugged nonchalantly. "If you're worried about hurting me, Master, then don't be. I've been well trained on both sides. Feel free to enjoy me however you want," Vicky offered invitingly!
"Umm.. I will," I promised meekly, feeling suddenly inadequate. "For now, let's go ahead and get us some sleep. It's getting late, and you'll need to get up early in the morning so you can grab your old hair and one of Vicky's wigs before POOFing out of here when the sun comes up."
"I will," Vicky promised, closing her eyes and peacefully relaxing beside me. Arms above her head, legs slightly apart and dripping wet, she was resting like an angel while offering all of herself up to me. Hell — even her mouth was slightly open, looking like it too was just waiting for me to help myself to it!
Honestly, I don't know if this girl is an angel or a demon. I think she might be part succubus!