Rich Man's Fantasy Ch. 01

Susan agreed to his temporary shaving proposal. They agreed on a safe word of 'red' for an absolute stop of whatever he was doing and a cautionary 'yellow' if she needed him to pause or ease up.

She said she'd indulge Bill regarding the custom made clothing. They discussed what he had in mind for her outfits and she took down the seamstress's contact information. Within a few days she had met with the seamstress to go over the design ideas and have her measurements taken. She felt like a Las Vegas show girl wearing a push up bra to her fitting but knew why it was necessary; her cleavage was to be a focal point of the outfits. The seamstress understood what the couple wanted and was very comfortable discussing how she'd refine the design to show off Susan's breasts. Susan picked out some soft fabrics and authorized two similar versions of a short dress to be made. A few days later she returned for a final fitting and to approve the two dresses. She loved the slutty look they created- far too extreme for public settings but just what Bill had in mind for their private time together..

The outfits were similar but in two different colors and with slightly different styling. Each could be described as a short dress in a faux wrap style. They were cut to reveal the cleavage created by Susan's pushed up breasts. Bill had dictated push up bras would be Susan's required upper body lingerie. He'd said they might try some corsetry in the future but in all likelihood the design would push up her breasts so the outfits would still work well. If not they'd simply get new outfits designed and made.

After a discussion with Bill it was agreed the dresses were always to be worn with heels but Susan could select the heel height and also could decide on whether she wore stockings or not. Likewise, unless Bill said otherwise at a particular time the choice between stockings that stayed up by themselves or those requiring a garter belt was left to her. Pantyhose were forbidden. Susan made a trip to her favorite shoe store and quickly assembled a collection of 4 or 5 pairs of high heels and good quality stockings for downstairs wear. She chocked at the size of the bill but knew Bill wouldn't mind.

Susan enjoyed the preparations and took every opportunity to tease Bill by keeping him informed as she assembled what his submissive lover would require. She wondered out loud what color lipstick he'd like to see when she gave him a blow job and what perfume he'd like between her legs. She told him how it had only taken a half hour to order a half dozen push up bra and panty sets in various colors from several high end designers and gave him a brief description of how she felt the bras would create deep cleavage. He didn't blink an eye when she mentioned the lingerie bill was about $2000.

Designing the dresses and going back for the final fitting was fun and arousing as she visualized wearing the outfits during their special weekends. She loved the soft fabrics and how the outfits made her feel. Flashing maximum cleavage and leg in the privacy of his home for a whole weekend of submission was going to be exciting. In a warmer climate she might have chosen full time nudity but she agreed with Bill that the right clothing could be sexier than none at all. Her outfits were the definition of 'the right clothing'.

Bill said, "They'll be times we venture out of the house during our special weekends. You will need to assemble a limited wardrobe that's less risqué than the downstairs outfits but much sexier than you usually wear. This will all be stored downstairs so it's available if I decide we're going out for lunch, shopping or the like. On such occasions you're to wear clothes I feel are sexy or at least figure revealing. Sweatshirts and other baggy items are banned. I won't make you dress in an overtly slutty manner but all of your lingerie should be sexy. Your outer clothing should be stylish and form fitting. For example, if you're thinking of buying a sweater buy it a size smaller than usual. Look for clothes that might show nipple bumps or cleavage whenever it would socially acceptable. Tight fitting jeans are acceptable but short tight skirts are preferred. I'll leave the specifics up to you but if I'm not satisfied I might have to do some shopping for you myself."

"Buy a couple of bikini swim suits for the pool. You'll probably only wear the bottoms. Get sunscreen in several strengths since you'll be exposing areas that aren't used to being in the sun."

As Bill had estimated it took almost two weeks for all of the preparations to be completed. On Tuesday of the second week Bill confirmed Susan's agreement that everything would be ready in the next day or two and that she'd surrender to him for the upcoming weekend. He required her to commit that she'd be home from work no later than 6PM on that Friday. He called her attention to the need to put an 'away for the weekend' message on her cell phone since she wouldn't have access to her phone. It would be locked in the closet with her street clothes. Over the next few days he arranged to have the downstairs refrigerator stocked with food and made sure the guestroom bed was made up with fresh linens.

Susan arrived at Bill's on the designated Friday at a few minutes before 6. She was surprised to see a note at the front door with her name on it. The note instructed her to go directly downstairs where she was to strip off and lock her clothes purse and phone in the closet. She was to go into the bathroom, apply heavier make up than she usually wore and then dress in her new light brown outfit.

It was all rather impersonal. She wondered if Bill didn't really care about her. On second thought she felt it was probably an intentional humiliation- something to demonstrate that she was to follow orders and realize she wasn't the belle of the ball. One couldn't claim to be a submissive and expect to always be treated as a special girlfriend. After a moment Susan realized that Bill's purpose really didn't matter; her role was to follow his directions. She descended the grand staircase feeling energized about the unknown experience that lay ahead.

At the foot of the stairs Susan opened the closet and placed her pocketbook on the shelf. She retrieved her phone, set the 'away' message for her voice mail and switched off the power switch. Returning the dead phone to her purse to be locked away represented her final acceptance of Bill's kinky plan. She had just cut herself off from the world.

She removed and hung up her business suit and blouse. Standing there in her lingerie Susan hesitated as she became aware that she was in a large room with floor to ceiling windows. She knew there shouldn't be anyone outside but she certainly wasn't used to being naked in plain view of anyone who might walk by. She smiled and took a deep breath. This is what she'd agreed to and she wasn't going to back out now. Her bra, panties and shoes were soon stored in the closet. She checked the door's lock button, closed the door and heard the distinctive 'click' which signaled the official start of her weekend. She was now Bill's naked love slave and he wasn't even present.

As Susan walked across the Great Room to the bedroom she had a fleeting moment of panic. Bill could have been in an accident. What if he wasn't coming? Her only available clothing wasn't suitable to go outside, talk to the police or visit Bill in the hospital. She had no car keys and no cell phone. In a few seconds she calmed. She could wear Bill's clothes in an emergency, the house had a phone upstairs and she could use a taxi to move about. In all likelihood Bill was fine and would be home soon.

Removing one of her custom made dresses from the closet Susan saw an envelope clipped to the hanger. It contained a note and a folded sheet of paper with printed sketches of women. Susan unfolded the paper and saw it was a photocopy of a page containing four numbered sketches showing women in different submissive positions. She almost laughed as she assumed the page appeared in a 'how to be a slave' training book but she quickly realized that she'd agreed to be the woman in the book. Bill expected her to learn the depicted positions and pose in a given position on demand. It was both absurd and highly arousing to realize she was standing- naked- in Bill's virtual dungeon looking at slave positions that she needed to learn. It was more submission than she'd consciously anticipated but not more than she could handle.

Susan opened the note and read, "Over the next 12 hours you are to learn the four positions shown with their respective numbers. For now, study position #1. When you're dressed return to the Great Room. You'll find a small piece of tape on the carpet as your mark. Assume position 1 on the mark facing the window and wait."

Position 1 was a standing pose. Susan noted the model's feet were spread a little beyond shoulder width and her hands were clasped together behind her. Each hand held the wrist of the opposite arm.

Position 2 was one she'd read about in porn novels. It was a kneeling pose with the person almost sitting on her feet. The woman's knees were spread wide and her hands rested on her thighs with her palms up. While not very knowledgeable about such things Susan thought #2 must be the standard slave position since it seemed to shout submissiveness.

Susan's attention moved to the third sketch. It showed the woman standing with her legs spread. She was bent over at the waist with her arms extended for support from a piece of furniture. Her buttocks seemed to be pushed back- presumably poised for rear entry sex or punishment.

Finally, position 4 had the woman kneeling with her knees spread. Her head was lowered to the floor and resting on her forearms. Her ass seemed raised. It seemed very exposed and appeared to be inviting either sex or punishment.

Susan's eyes went back to #1 since it was the position she would need to execute first. It seemed very simple and didn't warrant much study.

After applying heavy eye liner and dark red lipstick Susan dressed in a dark brown push-up bra and matching panties. She donned stay up stockings and 4" heels in dark brown, slid her light brown dress over her head, and zipped up the side zipper which drew the dress in tightly around her body. She studied herself in the mirror and saw a high class call girl staring back. The neckline of the dress followed the top edge of the bra and showed off virtually every inch of her deep cleavage with more than ample mounds of breast flesh revealed on either side. She knew Bill would love how she looked and would want to order multiple copies or variations of the dress.

Stepping back two steps Susan posed and checked out her legs in the mirror. She hadn't worn such a short skirt since junior high school. The outfit certainly showed off her well toned legs. She knew that any red-blooded man seeing her legs would visualize them wrapped around him while he pounded into her and she too liked that image. She loved incredibly sexy and fuckable.

She strutted into the Great Room feeling very sexy. The tape mark was in the middle of the room and about 6 feet away from the window. She noticed Bill had re-arranged the room's furniture creating the open space in which she was to be the centerpiece. She wondered if this would be a routine location for her to demonstrate her submissive positions.

Standing on the tape she'd be fully visible from the room above and from outside. That was unnerving but not unexpected. She stepped over the tape and assumed position #1. She fidgeted a little trying to be sure she had the right position. She spread her legs and grasped her wrists behind her waist. She could sense that her breasts were pushed forward boldly by her arms being drawn back. Coupled with the bra and dress her breasts were definitely being offered up to her lover. She made a final check and decided her feet were spread correctly and her hands grasped the opposite wrist tightly and then relaxed their grip but stayed in place. She settled down and waited.

Susan waited for what seemed like a long time. She was tempted to release her arms from behind her but resolved not to break the assigned position. It was very possible Bill was watching but even if he wasn't she felt compelled not to cheat on her very first assignment.

Even though she was expecting him Bill's presence took her by surprise. All of a sudden he was standing next to her and quite obviously checking her out. Dressed in his silk robe Bill slowly walked around her. His inspection made her nervous and self conscious. Intuitively she knew to remain silent and not to move from her position.

Bill said, "I've been watching you since you arrived home. You are to be complimented on following all of your instructions. You look great in your new dress. It displays your body exactly as I wanted. Looking at you is very enjoyable and I can't wait to enjoy you more intimately."

As he spoke Susan felt Bill encircling her left wrist with a soft cuff. She thought it was probably made of leather but it was so soft she couldn't be sure. She wasn't aware of his buckling it closed and assumed it must have a Velcro closure since it stayed in place as he moved to her other hand. Bill then repeated the same procedure on her other wrist. Bill said, "I had these cuffs made for you. There's a guy I know who is a wizard with leather. The cuffs have a very small lock sewn into the leather. There are matching ones for your ankles but I'll skip those for now."

There was a soft jingle of a small chain followed by two clicks in succession. Susan instinctively moved her wrists apart and found her wrists were connected by a chain which she guessed was about 15" long. Her hands could move away from the center of her back but couldn't reach even to her sides.

Bill was aware of her testing her bonds and said, "You have enough slack to avoid the chain being too uncomfortable when you're sitting down or lying on your back. I have no desire to hurt you or make you uncomfortable for no reason." Susan found being cuffed made her pussy ooze with excitement.

Bill said, "Since this is our first night we'll take things slowly. We're going into the gym where I'll shave your pussy. Then we'll go out by the pool for wine and dinner."

Bill guided Susan into the gym. She'd never walked with her arms bound behind her. It was a strange sensation. He brought her over to the inclined bench which he usually used with free weights. She stood passively as he reached under her dress to remove her panties and then she watched as he lifted her skirt to her waist and helped her walk backwards with one leg on either side of the narrow padded bench. He guided her to sit with her back supported by the inclined portion of the bench. Having her wrists bound behind her made even the simple act of sitting down sexually charged as she was off balance and helpless. Sitting astride the bench placed her legs in a moderately spread position with her feet on the floor. Having her wrists bound meant that her pussy was exposed and could not be hidden or protected.

Bill went to the sink and returned with a plastic bowl of hot water which he placed on a small table next to the bench. Susan noted that the table already contained a scissors, shaving cream, an electric razor and a manual razor. Bill knelt and moved Susan's legs further apart. He picked up the scissors saying that some trimming was needed as a first step.

Susan had never had a lover trim or shave her pubic hair. It was inherently erotic to have your lover working to gradually expose your most intimate area. She became more aroused as his fingers continued to move about and she knew more and more hair was disappearing.

After several minutes of scissor work Bill picked up the cordless electric razor and used it to remove more hair. Susan decided to lie back, close her eyes, and enjoy having her pussy groomed. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd go all the way to making her totally bald or if he'd leave a little hair on her Venus mound. It was up to him.

Finally, Bill announced he was ready to shave her with the traditional manual razor. Seeing her eyes were closed Bill warned Susan that he was about to wet her pubic hair. Even with the warning she jumped at the first contact by a wet face cloth. She then felt him spreading shaving cream around. After another slight break she felt his fingers holding her skin and the first stroke of the razor. She could sense he was making multiple passes in different directions. The experience was very arousing as she visualized the razor denuding the area all around her pussy. She was also sure Bill's cock was aching as it longed to feel her naked pussy for the first time.

After several minutes Bill put aside the razor and rinsed off the area. He then patted her dry and applied some soothing cream. Susan opened her eyes and s looked down to see her shaved Mound accentuated by a narrow strip of hair pointing to her pussy. She noticed that Bill had her panties in his hand. She swung her left leg over and stood to help him get her panties back on. He then smoothed down her short skirt and told her to follow him. He walked to the bar where he had an excellent wine chilling in an ice bucket on a silver tray with two glasses. He picked up the tray and walked to the patio doors.

Susan turned her back to the door and was able to open the lever style door handle. She pushed the door open with her ass and then exited the house with him- pushing the door closed with her hip. They went up the two steps to the patio surrounding the pool where they could enjoy the view of the valley and use the table and chairs. Susan felt nervous being on the patio; if she had a view others could potentially see her. She hadn't been expecting to leave the relative security of the house. While she knew the pool area had great privacy except at great distances she felt more exposed than she had before. She calmed herself by focusing on her clothing. To anyone more than a few feet away it was much less revealing than a bathing suit.

Bill picked up on Susan's unease at being outside. "Relax," he said. "We're all alone here and you're fully clothed. Tomorrow when it's warmer I'm expecting you to wear just bikini bottoms. I'm looking forward to an afternoon in the sun with your naked tits- heavily protected with sunscreen. I'd like you to gradually lose the tan lines from your bikini top."

Susan blushed. She was about to express her privacy concerns but instead simply said, "Yes Bill."

He unclipped the chain from one wrist, pulled her wrist to the front of her body and reconnected her wrists with the short chain.

Susan was surprised by his action but didn't complain. She lifted her hands and got her first look at the cuffs. They were soft black leather and seemed so well made that they appeared to be virtually seamless bands on her wrists. Each had one very small 'D' ring to which the chain was fastened. The chain was also smaller than she had imagined it being perhaps an eighth inch in diameter. She loved the sleek 'designer' look of both the chain and cuffs.

Bill noticed her inspection and said, "As I said the cuffs were custom made for you. The seamstress measured your wrists and I ordered them from the leather smith I know."

"Oh my, I guess it's nice to have a leather smith on call."

Bill smiled and said, "Yes, it is. I expect you'll see more of his work."

They enjoyed their wine although Susan found it odd to hold her stem glass in two hands. Bill again complimented Susan on her following instructions. He explained that he had lots of kinky things he thought they'd try over time but they'd take their time. She asked for some examples of his plans but he refused saying, "You'll learn when I give you an instruction or do something new."