Senioritis Ch. 11

"Good boy," she said, and I felt that shiver of pleasure again.

I wiped the cream from each of Nia's fingernails when it was time, the remaining polish coming off with it. "See how much healthier your nails and skin look now?" Chloe asked.

"It's very nice, Chloe. Thank you." Then Chloe asked Nia to go to the bathroom and wash her hands thoroughly.

"Marc, you may not touch Chloe while I'm out, do you understand?"

"Yes Nia," I said. Chloe kissed me in the living room while she resumed stroking me, smiling slyly as she brought me dangerously close, then stopped. Her knowing wink almost took me over.

When Nia returned, Chloe had me rub moisturizer into Nia's strong hands, hydrating them as well as giving her a little massage, then Chloe showed me what to do with Nia's cuticles. I carefully clipped each nail to the length Nia wanted, which was fairly short. She had me file the tip of most of those nails to smoothness, excepting the two on Nia's ring fingers, which she wanted to be sharper.

"For scratching," Nia said. Nia directed Chloe to kiss and tongue and suck her toes, one hand still on my cock, absently stroking and squeezing once I seemed to know what I was doing.

Next was wiping each nail with a treated towelette to dehydrate it, then painting the nail with two generous coats of clear polish, letting it dry after each coat, then two more coats with Nia's chosen purple polish. Chloe showed me how, then resumed her slow caress of my very hard cock as I repeated what she showed me on each of Nia's other nails, doing my best to keep any of the polish from contacting her skin. Whenever it needed to dry, Nia had meshrimp Chloe's toes. Chloe looked deep into my eyes each time that happened, riveting my gaze and making me feel a little dizzy, falling into their beautiful blue depths.

Finally, another generous coat of clear polish, with the result looking glossy and shiny, reflecting the light in elongated streaks.

"That's a very beautiful look, Chloe, thank you," Nia said when the last coat finished drying. "My nails have never looked better. You like them, too, don't you Marc?"

"I do, Nia, very much, they're very ... alluring."

"Good boy," she said, and I felt that surge of pleasure again.

"Now my toes," Nia said. "Get on your knees for this, boy." I repeated the process for Nia's toenails, Chloe showing me what I needed to do differently, which wasn't much. Nia had little foam separators between her toes. When the first clear coat of polish was drying, Nia asked "Don't you like how Chloe is keeping you so hard while you do this, Marc? You're serving me right now, just the way I want you to, and it should bring you great pleasure to do so."

"I *am* enjoying this, Nia, very much."

Nia raised her hand in front of my eyes. "Sleep, slave Marc," she said, and snapped her fingers.

* * *

I woke to another snap. Or actually, I only partially woke. I was aware but somehow hazy, and I couldn't move. My eyes were deep in Nia's.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, Marc. You are compelled to answer them fully and honestly, you have no choice about it, even if doing so makes you uncomfortable. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Nia."

"I've compelled you to answer any question that Chloe or I ask, or anyone else either of us directs you to, in the same tone of voice and at the same volume we use, for as long as we want, whether you're in trance or not. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Nia."

"I like it when you answer yes. Good boy."

"Thank you, Nia," I said, as that wave of pleasure roiled my senses further.

"Do you like shiny glossy nails like mine?"

"I do. Very much."

"And like Chloe's?"

"Yes, Nia."

"What else do you like?"

"Shiny glossy LONG fingernails," I said.

"Well, I won't be getting those," Nia said. "But perhaps Chloe will if she wants that, and if you're a very good boy."

"Thank you, Nia."

"What colors are your favorites?"

"Anything you're wearing. Red, purple, burgundy, beige, clear. Sometimes blue or green or white. Really whatever helps a woman feel more confident, which is what I think is sexiest."

"Interesting. Do you like them sharp like claws?"

My cock surged. "Yes Nia, I do," I said, gasping.

Chloe giggled. "I guess he does," she said softly.

"What else?"

"Strong, smart, capable athletic women. Women who can keep up with me. I also like pleasing you, and pleasing Chloe."

"That's a very good answer, Marc. You're going to make a wonderful slave."

"Thank you, Nia," I said, then wondered why.

"Would you obey any other woman who had shiny glossy long nails?"

"Nn ... only if you or Chloe told me to," I said.

Nia snapped her fingers again and the haze and paralysis I'd been feeling fell away. She wiggled her toes at me. "You may continue," she said.

* * *

"You both need to shave. It's something I want you to do every day -- stubble is never acceptable, no matter how little. Marc will shave Chloe, and you'll both shave Marc and me. Chloe first, she'll be easiest since she's already partly bare, and also because Marc's balls will be more complicated. Marc, have you ever had your pubes shaved?"

"Nn ... Nia, my genitals have never been shaved."

"Get used to it. I know you'll like it, and soon you'll look forward to it."

"Thank you, Nia." Nia's toenails were fully polished now, just like her fingernails. I don't remember finishing them, though I vaguely remember more snaps.

"Chloe, you'll help Marc the first time, but otherwise I want him to do most of the work. You'll shave me together when you've finished yourselves. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress. I've never shaved a man before."

"It's a little trickier, you'll use clippers first to shorten everything up, then just be careful; we don't want to damage him. I will direct. I brought a special shaver just for him. He's going to get manscaped for the first time, doesn't that sound good?" Nia sounded a little too excited.

"I'm a little worried," I said, amazing myself by sounding a little too excited.

Nia took my chin between her fingers and squeezed my cheeks. "There there, little Marc. Chloe and I will make sure you're well cared for. You have nothing to worry about."

"Thank you, Nia."

"Good boy. Begin."

While I dealt with the inevitable wave of pleasure, Chloe brought a footstool with a little pink razor and a small can of shaving gel to my bathtub. Some women carry the darnedest stuff in their little handbags. She still wore her short red skirt, quarter-cup bra, and no panties. She looked me in the eyes when she was settled.

"The only thing that might make this, um ... harder," and Chloe glanced down at my cock, which was pretty damned hard at that moment, "is that I might get wet and open more than I'm used to."

As she said the words, I could see her nether lips parting.

"Well, here we are," she said sighing. "I guess you just make me hot." She giggled. "And I guess it goes both ways." She reached down to flick the head of my cock, which bounced delightfully.

"I already shaved this morning ... would it be OK if Marc just shaved my landing strip and then applied moisturizer everywhere?"

"Yes Chloe, that would be OK this time."

"Thank you, Mistress." Chloe bit her lip as I pressed her razor to her sensitive skin. There wasn't much to shave at all. I'd never shaved a woman before, but I shave with a razor most days so this was nothing new.

"Would it be all right if I kissed her there first? I love her sweet sacred smell."

Chloe shivered.

"Yes Marc, as usual you're just brimming with good ideas, and I think that would be very good as long as it's all right with Chloe."

"Oh g ... Oh yes Mistress, I think that would be wonderful." Her lips were parting farther and I could smell her arousal.

"No coming, excitable girl," Nia warned.

I got in close, inhaled Chloe's lovely sweet rich scent and felt her hands lightly on my head, caressing behind my ears, then kissed her soon-to-be-shaved landing strip goodbye. "I love you," I whispered. It felt really good to say.

"I love you," she whispered to me when I drew away and looked back into her eyes.

I shaved her, then applied moisturizer. It didn't take long. I was tempted to draw it out for her pleasure but it seemed like it wouldn't take much stimulation to set her off, so I only teased her a little, letting my fingertips linger.

"Your turn, Marc," Chloe said, her voice husky. We switched places.

"Marc, after Chloe begins, you're going to have to learn to do this yourself, standing up." Nia handed Chloe a slim electric razor. "This is waterproof and it's designed to work when he's in the shower and all wet, but at least at first, let's do this with him sitting on his stool. Just use the clippers, don't try to shave him yet, and while it's OK if he's hard now, he shouldn't be when you're shaving him."

Chloe got a mischievous look and put both her hands on my cock, one forming a ring around my base and squeezing tightly, the other lightly stroking me, up and down. "I know a really good way to make sure he's not hard," she said, smiling.

Nia sighed. "I like the way you think, my very naughty girl. Yes, that's an excellent idea ... it might help him look forward to shaving himself, later. But clippers first."

Chloe swirled her tongue on my cock head. "I'm really looking forward to this, Marc," she said softly. "I never enjoyed having a man in my mouth before, but with you ... I want to make you feel very good. I want you to tell me everything that works for you."

"Chloe, having a man in your mouth can seem like it's very submissive, but in fact it can be exactly what your best self will become: dominant, in total control of his pleasure, of his response, and just as it will be once you learn fine control of your pelvic floor and as you're learning to do with your beautiful hands and will learn to do with your feet and eyes and smile and frown and kiss and the rest of your beautiful body, you can use that response to control him through his cock, more and more, deeper and deeper. His cock controls him and you control his cock, it's that simple. You also control his balls, which are more vulnerable, and between controlling just those two simple things, you can own him, or any other male."

"Thank you, Miss Chloe," I said. "You have no idea how sexy this is for me."

"I think I do," Chloe said, smiling and giving my cock a little slap.

"Yes Miss Chloe," I said, shivering. Then she kissed my cock head, suckling just a little and licking off the precum. "Mmmmm ..." She said, looking deep into my eyes again.

"Chl ..." Nia began, but Chloe was already releasing my cock and picking up the clippers.

"Pull his skin to make it tight where he's loose," Nia said, but the way I was now, everything was already pretty tight. "Do just one side. He'll do the other."

It took Chloe about two minutes to clip me close, then she handed the electric razor to me. I stood. Her mouth was right there next to my hard cock and she played with me where it wouldn't interfere with what I was doing, keeping away from areas that had already been shaved, meaning she mostly just kissed and licked and suckled head. When she sucked while her tongue worked my frenulum, I almost lost it.

"That's really good, Miss Chloe, thank you." She smiled around me, looking back deep into my eyes. I couldn't look away and she realized it after a few moments ... if I couldn't see what I was doing down there, there were all kinds of possibilities for an accident. Two minutes later I was done with the clipping, none of my hairs down there more than 1/8" long.

Chloe held out her hand and I placed the shaver in it. She smiled, licking her lips, then took my head into her mouth again, swirling her tongue below just as she'd done before. It felt so good that my knees wobbled. Then I felt her fingers tickling my balls and I moaned.

"That's so good, Miss Chloe," I said.

"Keep your eyes closed, Marc," Nia said. "Focus on the feelings. It can feel so much better when some of your senses are blocked. You'll become very familiar with blindfolds and earplugs and other sensory deprivation soon. Chloe, don't let him come yet. Edge him first, at least twice. Marc, tell her when you're about to come and Chloe will stop what she's doing. You'll be responsible for stopping your orgasm, and I hope you're better at it this time."

I'd been feeling so good about being here, but Nia saying that brought memories cascading back of an hour or two ago when she jacked me into Chloe even as I begged her not to. She'd used that failure, that sense of powerlessness, to break me, I realized. I'd been so disappointed. Now I was a little angry, but determined not to show it. Perhaps she hadn't meant for me to remember.

Chloe drew me in deeper, experimenting. I imagined her eyes on mine, wanting to fall into them very much, but Nia told me not to, so I didn't. I felt Chloe's lower teeth dragging over me and almost lost it again.

"I'm about to come, Miss Chloe," I said, and she pulled away.

"You want to look into Chloe's eyes, don't you Marc?"

"Yes Nia, I do. I love her beautiful eyes, and yours."

"That's exactly how it should be. You love them so much that you can't look away until we do. Good boy."

With me only just pulling back from my edge, that wave of pleasure almost pushed me over. I trembled, my knees almost buckling. I clenched. Hard. I'd been doing this so much lately that it kind of hurt, like overusing any other muscle, particularly one that wasn't very strong to begin with, but I pulled myself back.

Neither Nia nor Chloe said anything for a while. Maybe they'd been motioning to each other.

"Sleep, slave Marc," I heard Chloe say, the first time I'd heard her say it, and then a fingersnap. And then a few more times, Chloe fractionating me just as Nia had earlier, in and out and up and down from trance. It kept getting easier.

* * *

When I woke to another fingersnap and Chloe told me to open my eyes, I was still reeling from what felt like a really good orgasm. I looked down and Chloe was on her knees in front of me, looking up, her face painted with my issue, smiling happily. She stood, turned up her lips to kiss me, and I tasted myself in her mouth.

"Lick it from my face," she said, "and swallow it. It tastes so good to me, but I want you to have some, too."

"The taste of conquered boy," Nia said.

"Yes Mistress," Chloe said.

"Thank you, Miss Chloe," I said when I was done. She turned up her lips to kiss me again, her arms around me, put her tongue in my mouth, and explored.

"Mmmm ..." She said. "You taste so good." Then she whispered "I love you, Marc."

I couldn't help but beam in the warmth of her smile, and her embrace. "I love you, Miss Chloe."

Nia and Chloe shared a look. Chloe stepped out of the tub. "Time to shave yourself," Chloe said. "Turn the shower on. You may clean my spit from your face."

"Thank you, Nia," I said. It was mostly dry by then.

I turned on the water, soaped up, shampooed, and showered fully. I felt Chloe's hand touch my ass and then the base of my cock while I was rinsing, running her fingers over the shortened hairs there, and when I opened my eyes she was smiling at me.

She handed me a tube of clear gel. I applied it everywhere I needed to shave. Then she handed me back the shaver.

"Remove the shave head, then rinse it out," Nia said, and I did. Chloe handed me a tray of blades and I figured out how to attach one, then took a deep breath, smiling at Chloe. 'Pull his skin to make it tight where he's loose,' Nia told Chloe earlier. I tried to be as careful I could, and after a little while it started feeling more comfortable, though my balls were a challenge. "There's another blade on the back for tighter spots," Nia told me, and when I'd shaved everything I could reach easily, I turned it over and did the trickier bits. It took more than 10 minutes -- it could've been quicker but I wanted to do a really good job. I managed to not nick myself, and when I was done I looked up and gave Chloe a relieved smile.

"Look at me, Marc," Nia said, and I did. "Good boy," she said, and I felt that shiver of pleasure roll up and down my entire body, then she said "Get hard, boy," and snapped her fingers. And as quickly as that, feeling that sudden rush like adrenaline, I grew again. Nia knelt outside the tub, the water still running down my back, and took my cock (Her cock! Chloe's cock!) in her mouth, all the way, her fingers squeezing my balls and pulling them down rather strongly. She swallowed on me and I felt her throat and lips and teeth, her tongue on my balls quickly taking me deep into pleasure until I was ready to come again.

"I'm going to come, Nia," I said, and she pulled away, the tip of her tongue dragging up my underside as she pulled away even as I clenched.

"That's how a good boy is supposed to feel in his Domina's mouth," Nia said to Chloe. I turned off the shower. Dried off, then Chloe applied moisturizer to everything we'd just shaved, taking me as deep in her mouth as she could, briefly, struggling to not gag, purposely bringing me to another edge, smiling impishly around me even as she struggled.

Then Chloe and I shaved Nia with her own razor. She had us leave a clipped tuft of hair above.

"This is another symbol of my dominance," she said. "I get this and you don't, though perhaps Chloe might get one someday, too. Let it be another reminder."

I dried off.

"One last thing before dinner," Nia said. "Chloe, I want you to show Marc how to properly apply lipstick to my lips, and to my pussy. Marc, you are never allowed to muss the lipstick any woman is wearing ... it's so pretty and she's wearing it to enhance her beauty, her power over you, and for the joy she wants everyone to feel in her presence. No part of you may enter any part of any woman who's wearing more than just a little lipstick there, not even your tongue. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Nia," I said, then Chloe showed me how. Chloe had never applied lipstick to her pussy lips, but it didn't seem much different. Nia's lips, both sets, were now the same glossy purple as her fingernails.

"Very nice," Nia said. "Don't you think?" I was kneeling before her, her pussy less than two inches from my face, her hips circling. It seemed like it'd been a long day but it was still only 5:00 PM.

"You look very beautiful, Nia," I said, which made her smile. She squatted down to kiss me very lightly on the lips.

"Good boy," she whispered.

Next in chapter 12:
Dinner | An expensive restaurant. Marc meets a colleague. Nia gets a rival.