The Reluctant Domestic Ch. 02

Author's note: if you're looking for a romantic story about nice people who love one another, this isn't it. This chapter contains non-consensual sexual behaviour. It is entirely fictional in all respects. This is the second of three chapters - reading them in sequence will add clarity.

My thanks for the many comments, votes and emails on chapter one. All comments are welcome and sincerely appreciated.

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Hannah pulled her car into her driveway, turned off the engine and sat for a moment, trying to compose herself. Already her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, adrenaline super-charging her emotions. This was no ordinary kid-on-Christmas-Day kind of euphoria. This was something more intense, something all-encompassing, bordering on obsessive.

It was Friday.

Hannah knew that her slave Kay knelt just inside the front door, naked, collared and leashed. The very position that Hannah had demanded every Friday for the past three weeks. And Kay, pliant and docile, had never failed to obey.

As she stepped out of the car, Hannah could feel her wet panties shift against her thighs and buttocks. She'd been in a near-constant state of arousal for the short time that Kay had been serving her. At first this had worried her - she was no lesbian, after all, so why should the prospect of Kay's servitude cause such a strong sexual reaction? After some thought, Hannah had concluded that it was the power itself she found intoxicating and arousing. The complete and uncontested hold she had over the older woman was a strong aphrodisiac.

In her job as a project manager she could only nag and wheedle and pester and chase people to get them to follow the work plans she created. Her position allowed her to ask for - but not demand - cooperation and compliance. In short, she had accountability but no power.

But that changed on Fridays. A single word would send Kay scurrying to do her bidding, regardless of the task. No command had proven too demeaning, too humiliating or too exhausting for the submissive grade school teacher - although Hannah had occasionally been forced to remind Kay of the sexually explicit video. The video that could destroy Kay's marriage, career and reputation. And of course, the ever-present threat of adding painful strokes to her 'tally' was usually enough to ensure prompt obedience.

Complete power, no accountability. The feeling of authority and control was a rush unlike any that Hannah had known in her twenty-nine years of life. It filled her thoughts at work and at home. She dreamed of it when she slept.

She forced herself to walk slowly from the driveway to the front door. She was the Mistress; it was her right to take her time and Kay's place to wait on her arrival. She turned the key in the lock and took another deep, calming breath. It was important not to show any excitement or enthusiasm; such displays might be perceived as weakness and would undermine her superior position.

She didn't know much about being a Mistress specifically, but she'd seen how the managers at her company wielded power and was confident that the techniques would translate well to her relations with Kay. All she had to do was to cast herself in the role of the boss, and the rest would flow naturally...

She stepped into the house and her gaze immediately came to rest on the prone, naked and voluptuous wife and mother. Eyes downcast, black leather collar secured, the end of the leash clenched in her teeth. Exactly as ordered. Hannah closed the door behind her and lifted first her right foot then her left so Kay could remove the high heels and place them neatly on the floor.

"Prepare a massage." she said coolly. Kay quickly rose and hurried upstairs, the leather loop of her leash still in her mouth. Hannah set down her purse and sauntered upstairs to her bedroom.

The routine of past weeks had allowed Kay to anticipate her Mistress' wishes. The comforter had already been stripped off the king-sized bed and soft towels laid down in its place. The shades were drawn over the windows to block out the early evening sun. Lavender-scented candles had been lit and Hannah inhaled deeply, enjoying the ambiance her slave had created for her.

Kay arrived from the washroom bearing a bottle of lotion and several soft washcloths. Hannah stood impatiently as Kay placed the items on a night table and then knelt in front of her. The young Mistress reached down and took the end of the leash from her slave's mouth, thrilling at the surge of power that coursed through her at this simple act of dominance. She gripped it tightly.

"May I undress you Mistress?" Kay asked in a quiet voice. So well-trained; Hannah took pride in having brought the older woman to heel so thoroughly in just three weeks.

The secret, as she'd often explained to her fiance, was to maintain a cool, strict demeanor at all times. That was how it was done in the business world - the best leaders maintained an aloof detachment from their inferiors. He had disagreed, but then he'd never been much of a success in business. If he would only listen to her he might be in management someday instead of merely a thirty-something software consultant. But she loved him despite his faults; it was through him that she'd come to enjoy Kay's domestic service.

Hannah nodded her consent and Kay rose and began to unbutton her navy blouse. It wasn't at all weird to be undressed by another woman; noble women had since ancient times used menial help to attend to such matters. It served to remind Kay of her proper place. And although the incidental contact caused Hannah's nipples to harden and stomach to flutter, this reaction was surely just a by-product of the thrill of domination.

Hannah had to drop the leash as the blouse came off. Her slave carefully set the garment aside to be hand-washed and ironed later.

Her white bra came off next. The first time Kay had undressed her, Hannah had felt some embarrassment over her erect nipples, but since then she'd put the matter out of her mind. They were both women after all and certainly her slave would never dare to comment upon it.

Kay knelt, unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks, then gently hooked her fingers in the waistline and drew them down the younger woman's legs and off. Finally the submissive teacher lowered the white, high-cut panties to reveal Hannah's wispy black pubic hair and puffy slit. Kay made no mention of the wetness or the strong, heady scent of Hannah's arousal.

Naked at last, Hannah un-clipped Kay's leash and tossed it carelessly on the floor, then arranged herself face-down on the plush towels on the bed.

"If I fall asleep, continue the massage until seven-thirty, then draw my bath and wake me. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

Hannah took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Kay's warm, oiled hands went to work. The right foot was first; her slave's fingers prodded, stroked and pressed, banishing the aches and fatigue of a long week of work.

The instructional books and internet videos she had required Kay to study had paid off; the massage was relaxing and soothing. Not quite to the level of a professional massage, of course, but there was only so much instruction that Hannah could give in just a few weeks. And one evening per week left so little time to correct Kay's sometimes clumsy technique.

Hannah again felt a rise of resentment towards her fiance. She had demanded that Kay make herself available four or five nights per week, but he had been firm. Tuesdays and Fridays only. He said he was pushing it even at two nights per week, that any more frequently would surely expose Kay to discovery by her husband. He got Kay on Tuesday, Hannah got her on Friday.

That argument had ended in a shouting match and three days of frosty relations.

Hannah loved her fiance dearly, but it was that lack of ambition that kept holding him back. A true leader was not afraid to take risks and demand sacrifices from the lesser people. She'd have to lead him by example.

Kay's hands now worked up Hannah's calves and the younger woman groaned in relief. Her slave had acquired some skill. The thought caused a swell of pride to mingle with the delicious tingles of pleasure from her legs. Hannah had never suspected that she'd be such an effective slave trainer but was justifiably proud of the results. She was a natural.

The hot hands worked their way slowly higher to her hamstrings, and Hannah parted her legs a little more to give Kay a better angle on the tense muscles there. As the fingers worked their way over her inner thighs Hannah could feel her pussy lips swell and her clit begin to pulse.

She caught herself wondering for the first time how those slick fingers would feel on her engorged labia. It took some effort to dislodge the thought. Leave it to her fiance to choose tonight of all nights to go out with the boys! If he'd been paying more attention to her sexual needs, she obviously wouldn't be having these stray thoughts. The fingers worked higher, pressing her buttocks. Hannah found she missed the warm hands so close to her sex.

"Do my thighs more.' Hannah said. The words slipped out unexpectedly and it took her a moment to recover herself. "I mean...you're rushing the massage!. Add five to your tally."

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry. My tally is now forty-eight." Kay replied dutifully.

Was there a note of amusement in her slave's voice, or did she just imagine it? Was Kay mocking her owner's lack of self-control?

Flustered, Hannah took another deep breath and let it out slowly as Kay's fingers returned to her thighs and hamstrings. The craving quickly returned; the desire to feel those fingers on her most private flesh grew stronger as the moments passed. Hannah almost demanded it, but the idea of insisting on that kind of homosexual attention just seemed so...wrong. What would her fiance think if he discovered Kay was servicing her sexually?

Well...Kay had been servicing HIM sexually for two years, so he wouldn't be in any position to pass judgment.

In any case, Kay would surely refuse such an overtly sexual command from another woman.

But wait - how dare she refuse ANY command? Kay's place was to serve her owners, not to pick and choose which orders to obey. And it was perfectly reasonable that a body slave should attend to bodily needs.

Kay would simply require the correct training and motivation. Hannah chided herself for her earlier reservations, and for waiting until the third week of Kay's service to realize the mistake. It wasn't as if her slave would be 'making love' to her. Not at all. Kay would simply be providing a service appropriate to someone of her station.

Hannah gave serious thought to the details of the training as Kay's fingers worked over her buttocks and lower back. As the sensations from those diligent fingers became less arousing and more relaxing, Hannah slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Mistress, please wake up. Your bath is ready."

Hannah slowly climbed up out of a deep sleep and opened her eyes. Kay knelt next to the bed, a perfect picture of submissive obedience clad in only her black leather collar. The older woman wore an expression that Hannah found hard to read. Anxiety? Eagerness to please? Attentiveness?

Hannah almost asked Kay how she felt, but caught herself. A true leader wouldn't inquire about such things. It would be seen as weakness.

Instead, Hannah slid her legs off the bed and stood up. She stretched her petite frame, deliberately flaunting her nudity in front of her slave, feeling wild and uninhibited and invincible.

"Your leash." she said, holding her hand down expectantly. Kay retrieved the leash from the floor, clipped one end to her collar and slid the leather loop at the other end into Hannah's waiting hand. The arousing rush of power returned as Hannah tightened her grip on the leather, and along with it a determination to teach her slave to satisfy all her owner's desires. After all, it was silly to allow narrow Victorian attitudes to dictate the extent of her slave girl's service. A body slave served the body. Anything less would be a waste of potential...and opportunity.

"Come." she said curtly, with a gentle tug on the leash for emphasis. Kay rose and followed silently behind her. It was a majestic feeling to lead the naked teacher around on a leash. Nothing at work or in life could compare with it.

She entered the washroom to find a scented bubble bath waiting for her. Kay had even taken it upon herself to light a few candles around the bathroom to create a better atmosphere for her owner. Clearly, Hannah's training was producing the proper mindset in her slave.

Hannah tested the water with one foot and found it to be the perfect temperature - hot but not painfully so. She slowly lowered herself into the bathtub, immersing herself in the steaming, scented water. Her left hand still clutched the end of the leash, and when she was settled in the bath she gave a gentle downward tug.

"You may kneel on a folded towel." she instructed, gesturing at a pile of plush towels next to the bathtub. Kneeling on the hard bathroom tile would have been uncomfortable, and the candles had been such a lovely touch. Hannah prided herself on rewarding exceptional service.

"Thank you Mistress." Kay set a towel on the floor and made herself as comfortable as possible under the circumstances.

"You've done well so far today."

"I'm glad you're pleased."

Hannah let her muscles relax, feeling the heat from the water slowly seep into them. It was heaven. She luxuriated in silence for several long minutes, eyes closed.

"What's your tally again?" Hannah asked.

"Forty-eight, Mistress."

"In just three days? Why so high?" It had only been Tuesday evening that her fiance had delivered the fifty-one strokes that Kay had accumulated the past week. It had been the second time that Hannah had actively participated, and she had enjoyed wielding the spoon that evening. Enjoyed it a great deal.

There was a pause. Hannah knew it embarrassed Kay to discuss the intimate details of her marriage. But she also knew that with Kay, arousal accompanied embarrassment.

"My husband was...pleased...by your fiance's instruction that I keep my pussy shaved." He had decided the previous week that shaved would look sexier than closely trimmed. Hannah couldn't help but agree with him.

"That got him going, did it?"

"Yes Mistress. He can't keep his fingers away from it. We've...made love...twice since Tuesday."

"But you didn't cum?"

"No. He was too quick the first time."

"And the second?"

There was another pause.

"My tally is getting high. I didn't want to add another twenty for the orgasm."

"You're going to be sore next Tuesday night as it is."

"Those were my thoughts as well."

"Are you wet right now?" Hannah asked idly.

"Yes Mistress." Kay answered immediately. They both knew there was no need to check.

"Eager for a little release?" she teased.

"Yes....please?" the pleading tone in her slave's voice was undisguised.

"How long has it been?"

"The last time was...the week before last."

"I'll think about it."

"Thank you Mistress."

There was a prolonged silence as Hannah enjoyed the sensuous pleasure of the hot bath. After fifteen minutes she spoke.

"I'm almost done here. Take your leash off and fetch me a cup of olive oil from the kitchen and my razor with a new blade."

Kay obeyed immediately, seemingly unfazed by the new and unusual instructions. Hannah closed her eyes and prepared herself for the next phase of Kay's training. Already she could feel the quiver in her belly and a tightness in her sex. Nothing in her experience could prepare her for what was to come. She knew it would be a true test of her skills as a Mistress.

Kay returned with the olive oil then retrieved the razor from a cabinet and attached a fresh blade.

Hannah stood on a towel outside the bathtub while Kay gently dried her, then sat on the edge of the tub and raised her arms, resting her palms on top of her head. It was time to take things to the next level.

"Shave my underarms. Use the olive oil for lubrication." she said, locking her green eyes on Kay's brown ones, daring the older woman to challenge her.

Kay hesitated for only a moment.

"Yes Mistress." She knelt on the wet towel at Hannah's feet, dipped her fingers into the oil, then gently smeared it over the short stubble on both armpits. She picked up the razor and leaned in close for the first stroke.

"If you nick me I'll add fifty to your tally." Hannah warned.

"I won't, I promise. I'll be very careful."

Hannah closed her eyes as she felt the razor touch her, then slowly glide down over her skin. It tickled and sent delightful shivers through her chest. She could feel Kay's hot breath on the side of her breast as the slave leaned in for a better view. Kay rinsed the blade in the now-tepid bathwater, then applied a second stroke. Then a third. The shivers caused her nipples to swell and her breathing to quicken. She felt a hot flush suffuse the skin on her neck and chest and struggled to keep from squirming under the intense sensations.

She heard Kay shift to her other side and the strokes were repeated, each one slow and careful and delightful. She felt the tickle of her breath again as Kay bent closer to examine her work.

"Finished, Mistress."

"Well done. Clean the oil residue with your tongue."

Hannah was pleased with the offhand tone she'd used to deliver the audacious command. She hadn't even opened her eyes.

There was a tense silence that lasted several moments. Hannah was preparing a sharp reprimand when she felt Kay's hot tongue touch the soft skin at the side of her breast and slowly slide upwards - a long, slow, heavenly lick that ended at her bicep.

The intimate contact caused Hannah to inhale sharply and bite back an appreciative groan. The nerves in her skin tingled as the wet tongue set them off. Another lick next to the first one. Was Kay breathing harder as well? The caress of her slave's breath on the thin skin of her underarm raised goosebumps all over. Her nipples felt hard and engorged; even untouched they throbbed urgently.

Hannah forced herself to remain still as waves of erotic pleasure rolled and rippled through her body, growing exponentially with every wet stroke of her slave's tongue. When Kay switched to the other armpit the change in sensation fanned the arousal higher. Hannah held her arms high, enjoying the personal attentions of her slave girl, reveling in her own rightful place as the Owner, the Mistress.

"Finished." Kay said quietly, and Hannah opened her eyes. Kay knelt back on her heels, blushing, running her tongue over oil-coated lips. Hannah recognized the look in the mature slave girl's eyes: humiliation, desire and anxiety blended together. A look that seemed to fuel a more aggressive dominance in her owner.

There was no going back; the sensations and emotions Hannah felt could never again be suppressed or denied. She would have this; take it; possess it. It was hers by right and she would brook no interference from anyone.

She sought to channel her lust into a further bold demand. Still sitting on the edge of the tub she spread her feet apart shoulder-width.

"Shave my legs the same way."

There was no hesitation now; her slave smoothed oil on both Hannah's legs from thigh to ankle, hot hands triggering an even hotter response from the younger woman's sopping sex. Smooth, efficient strokes of the razor wiped away most of the oil and all of the rough stubble. When Kay finally put down the razor, the slave was sex-flushed and breathing open-mouthed. Hannah had abandoned any pretense of dispassionate command and was panting and eager. The strong, sweet scent of feminine arousal filled the washroom, mingling with the perfumed bath oil.