The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 04

Tawny doesn't strike me as quite that type and I can't figure her attraction for Donald-dunce unless she thinks he has money or has bought into his lies.

Although a pretty woman, flashy and flamboyant would best describe Tawny's appearance. Her wrists and ankles were covered in gold bangles and bracelets. She was wearing gold dangling earrings and had rings on almost every finger; quality expensive jewelry mixed with less costly jewelry.

Tawny's long blonde permed hair was spiral curled; the tight curls falling to the middle of her back. It was if Tawny had just stepped out of the nineteen-eighties'.

She was wearing light blue eye shadow and makeup that did little for her fair complexion. Tawny was wearing far too much mascara and eyeliner; an excessive amount of blush and red-orange lipstick that clashed with everything.

Now for Tawny's clothing; tight fitting leopard print spandex Capri pants, a snug fitting hot pink halter top with a partially open buckle front and an open back. She was wearing red platform heels on her feet.

Given the right circumstances, Tawny might have potential assuming a strong Dominant would want to expend the time and money on her. First he would need to know her better to determine her suitability.

The basics being to wine and dine her while looking for vulnerabilities and strengths; find out everything about Tawny; this takes, time, effort and commitment. He will then suggest little things, little changes in her clothing or over time; suggest how to style her hair to test her.

When the time is right, the first important change to control Tawny is her hair; Tawny will receive a short boyish haircut to get rid of the permed curls; nothing drastic mind you or to humiliate or punish her, but to steer Tawny in the right direction. He might change the color of her hair to a common shade of brown for example.

An experienced Dominant will keep Tawny's hair short and disallow her makeup until she is obedient and compliant.

The experienced Dominant will make Tawny earn the privilege of makeup tastefully applied to enhance her looks, not detract. He will introduce her to one or more of the submissive or Dominant women in Community to teach her.

Tawny will earn the privilege of long hair through her submission and obedience. She will then style it to her Master's wishes and tastes if he prefers it long.

Tawny obviously spends thought, time and effort with her makeup and hair; she expresses her outgoing flashy and brazen personality-sexuality with them; her Cadillac is another aspect of her personality.

It is simple enough to redirect and refine....tasteful and appropriate clothing the easiest of all.

The experienced Dominant will impose a chaste and conservative persona and appearance on this woman as a means of control and compliance.

Tawny will eventually embrace and covet the change in her appearance reflected in refined manners and comportment as a result of obedience and submission to her Master....as she will covet and embrace her wild orgasms in private...a most delicious thought.

Tawny's choice of vehicles and clothing suggests she likes to show off and be the center of attention; fine; as I said, Tawny is a natural strawberry blonde and a pretty woman. The wise Master will show her off to satisfy these needs. He will do so however on his terms.

He might allow Tawny to keep the Cadillac and let her drive it occasionally, minus the vanity plates, as an incentive and contrast of the Tawny before, to the proper and submissive Tawny at his beck and call; I would allow her to keep the pink Cadillac.

Strict consistent discipline in conjunction with absolute mandates of behavior work best with Tawny's type of woman in the beginning. They can be ratcheted up or relaxed as circumstances dictate.

These are my private thoughts. I assess and critique all the women of possible interest this way....it is who I am.

Getting back to their display of affection.....again we simply ignored them.

That evening at home we were stretched out on the long way on the couch cuddled close together. I was wearing pajama bottoms and a sleeveless tee shirt; my pretty baby face was wearing a short pink cotton/silk nightgown with lace trim no panties allowed.

We watched Chastity's favorite movie, "Gone with the Wind." My arms were wrapped around her waist and she was using me for a pillow as we sipped our hot chocolate.

Chastity surprised me with homemade hot cocoa before the movie started. I haven't had good hot chocolate in years, not since I was a child, let alone hot chocolate with silly little white and pink and yellow marshmallows floating in my favorite chipped mug.

"Is there something wrong?" Chastity asked smiling, seeing the expression on my face as she handed me my mug.

"There are marshmallows in it?"

"Don't you like marshmallows?" Chastity asked, kissing my lips, "they're not going to kill you, Master."

"You're right, they are not going to kill me, thank you," and for her I drank two cups enjoying it as if I tasted it for the first time.

When the movie ended, Chastity turned to lie up against me with her head on my chest. "Do you want me to suck on your cock, Master?" she asked as I stroked her long blonde ponytail.

"We'll get to that. I have a question to ask you first; how can you so easily forgive that vindictive fool?"

I wanted to go for the jugular by threatening to exhume Clara's body strictly as a bluff to force him to settle for next to nothing....particularly since I was made aware from that night at the pond how much those pearls meant to my beautiful baby face.

Perhaps I gave that weakling too much credit for having a sub-particle of atom's nucleus of decency. I never imagined he would stoop to such a hurtful contemptuous act; destroy or pawn them, yes, not that.

Neither did Chastity for she would have taken her pearl necklace with her. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. That hind end of a drunken-jackass has my ultimate contempt with a future appointment of reverse cosmetic surgery performed by my foot when I kick his ass up between his shoulder blades should he continue his stupidity.

The short history of the pearls begins with Chastity's Great-Great Grandfather. He was a Merchant Marine who brought them back from the Orient for his prospective bride.

The white South Sea pearls were passed down from mother to daughter....Chastity wore them the first time on her wedding day.

"Because I have you, Master," was her answer. I hugged her gently and tenderly; the title of Master taking on a whole new meaning for me. Her genuine and unpretentious answer made me more protective of Chastity if that is possible.

I can be a hard ruthless son-of-a bitch. I've killed men in battle and watched Marines under my command die beside me in a fire-fight. They were killed by cowards; enemies without honor or uniforms who run away or hide behind women and children.

I am humbled by her sincere response. I was further humbled when I took Chastity to the gravesite and she silently prayed for Clara's soul.

The ex-husband ended up with less than 10% after the dust settled; particularly since the judge took hard consideration to the fact the momma's boy removed all the money out of their tax and mortgage account to purchase a costly and lavish silk-lined solid bronze casket in which his mother was buried.

The Judge couldn't keep the shock and then contempt from his face when he heard Chastity's testimony about her pearl necklace.

Even the cold prick of an attorney that Donald retained briefly showed a surprised expression. This quickly returned to his usual neutral reptilian continence.

The property was sold and Donald ended up moving into an apartment with Tawny and her mother. Chastity wisely invested most of the money from the sale and moved in with me.

There is something that makes me wonder; Tawny's mother has a striking resemblance to the dear departed Clara.

You don't suppose.......no.... ...not even he would......well maybe.... I shouldn't put anything past this weak insipid man.

I have Chastity not he. My pretty baby face is a treasure to which the gold of King Solomon's Mines is but coal.

"Thank you, Chastity, and I have you my pretty slut," I replied taking her beautiful thick and silky long blonde hair out of the ponytail, "You may now suck on your Master's cock............"