The Reluctant Domestic Ch. 02

Without being asked, Kay lowered her head to Hannah's knee and stuck out her tongue.

"Eyes on me. Don't look away!" Hannah snapped.

Kay lowered her posture so she could lick while staring up into the green eyes of her owner. Hannah extended her leg and Kay, on her hands and knees, ran her hot tongue up the shin to the knee.

While the sensation of having her underarms licked had been sharp and directly arousing, the sight and feeling of Kay's tongue on her leg triggered a different set of feelings. Looking down at the naked, shameless slave girl triggered an epiphany for Hannah. This was the natural order. This was where Hannah belonged; in command, in control. An Owner, a Mistress. A Queen. With the blackmail video as leverage, she could do as she pleased with Kay. Break her. Train her. Re-make her into anything Hannah wished her to be, without limits.

She looked down into Kay's unfocused, far-away expression. The submissive teacher had slipped into her own zoned-out mental space while licking her owner's legs. Totally compliant now; a creature of feelings but few thoughts, un-critically accepting of her owner's commands. It was fascinating to watch Kay travel through sub-space.

But Hannah needed her to be present. There was more to be done.

She reached out and slapped Kay hard across the face. The SMACK echoed through the washroom and snapped the slave's head to the right.

"Are you paying attention to your duties?" Hannah admonished.

"Yes...M...Mistress." Kay stammered, seemingly disoriented by the sharp pain and the sudden exit from her trance-like state.

Hannah waited until Kay had resumed her proper kneeling position and was looking at her with uncertain and fearful brown eyes.

"Shave my pubic hair. I will add one hundred to your tally if you cut me."

Kay hesitated. Hannah could read her expression plainly. This was no armpit, leg or foot. This was no massage. This wasn't household chores or domestic duty. There was no mistaking what this was. No way to go back once the line was crossed.

Hannah's gaze was steady, supremely confident. Triumphant.

Kay lowered her eyes and dipped her fingers into the almost-empty oil cup. She extended her hand and gingerly touched the younger woman's mound, then started to smear the olive oil into the black hair there.

Pleasure slammed into Hannah's core with a force and intensity she could never have expected. Her slave's touch - clumsy, hesitant, unwilling - felt indescribably better than all the skillful, practiced attention she'd received from past lovers. She splayed her legs further, unable to suppress moans and gasps as her slave spread the oil down over her swollen labia. She was steaming hot.

The first touch of the razor to her slippery, hyper-sensitive pubic mound was electric; it was all Hannah could do to contain the eager twitching of the muscles in her hips and thighs. Her clit pulsed and throbbed, fully erect and demanding. Two strokes, then three. Kay needed both hands to shave the sides of Hannah's pussy.

Finally done, Kay set the razor aside and slowly dropped to her hands and knees, facing her owner's smooth, leaking sex, clearly dreading what was to come. Hannah saw the internal struggle mirrored in her slave's face: revulsion and resistance, then humiliation and despair, and at last a resigned acceptance of the inevitable. Kay leaned forward, extended her tongue...

Hannah climaxed at the first hot, wet lick along her left pussy lip; a monumental release that jerked and spasmed the muscles in her abdomen and thighs. She grasped the edge of the bathtub and rocked her hips forward, grinding her cunt into Kay's dutiful tongue, groaning and grunting as shockwaves blasted through her sex and echoed through her body.

The orgasm did nothing to sate her lust; the sight and sensation of her reluctant submissive swiping her tongue over Hannah's mound and along the soaking folds of her pussy kept her primed and teetering on the brink of a second climax.

It was clear now. This was no mundane lesbian tryst, no common sexual act. It was a revelation; a religious awakening. Kay the lowly supplicant on her hands and knees, worshiping at the altar of her goddess. Paying proper tribute, now and forever afterward.

Her slave girl tried to pull back when the olive oil was cleaned but Hannah grabbed handfuls of hair and yanked her slave's face roughly against her dripping sex. Kay squeaked in protest and her hands came up to push back from the unwanted contact but Hannah tightened her painful grip. Soon enough the lesson was learned; Kay put her hands back on the floor and again extended her tongue. Another climax punched into Hannah's core as the tongue caressed her clit for the first time. She closed her eyes and rode waves of ecstasy, enjoying every swipe and stroke across her swollen and eager bud.

At last the lust dissipated. Hannah pushed Kay's face away and sunk to the cool tile floor, slumping against the side of the tub and gasping for breath. Her slave girl remained on hands and knees, her face showing weariness and defeated acceptance; she knew how things would be from now on.

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Later, as Kay - still naked and kneeling - filed and painted her owner's toenails, Hannah set out the new agenda.

"I require you five nights per week. I expect you here Monday through Friday."

Kay looked up from her work, alarmed.

"Mistress...I have a husband and children."

"You still have mornings and weekends with them. If there's something important happening we might make an exception."

"There's just no way I'll have time. I'm stretched as it is now. Please..."

"If you feel time will be a problem, I can arrange for the principal of your school to receive an anonymous copy of our little video," Hannah said mildly, "I imagine that will free up a huge chunk of time, don't you agree?"

Kay's eyes filled with disbelief and terror. Hannah could see that she finally understood the truth about her position. Unlike her fiance, Hannah was quite willing to take the steps necessary to achieve her goals. She could get Kay fired and still employ the threat of showing the video to Kay's husband, relatives, and friends.

Kay held Hannah's cool gaze for a few moments but soon looked away, beaten.

"Yes Mistress. I'll be here."

"And that's regardless of what my fiance says. He might be happy to play childish blackmail games with you, but I'm dead serious. Is that clear?"

The ice in Hannah's voice caused Kay to shiver.

"Very clear."

"Add fifty to your tally for daring to question me."

"Yes Mistress. My tally is now...ninety-eight." Kay sounded close to tears.

Hannah felt a pang of remorse - she didn't like to be cruel - but it was necessary for her slave to understand her new role with no confusion. A little pain now would prevent a lot of misery down the road.

There was silence as Kay painted the nails on both feet, then blew on them to dry the polish. Finally finished, the slave simply knelt with her head lowered.

"Will there be anything else this evening, Mistress?" she asked in a quiet voice. The hour was getting late and there was still the ironing to be done.

In response, Hannah spread her knees wide, exposing her now-hairless slit.

"Again." she commanded simply.

There was only a brief moment of resistance before her broken slave girl lowered herself to her hands and knees, her tongue seeking her owner's wetness...

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Three days later, Hannah pulled her car into the driveway after a long day of work and parked, then grabbed the new, discreetly-wrapped riding crop from the passenger seat. A useful tool for training her obedient slave girl. It was their first Monday together and she wanted to get things started on the right foot.

Her fiance would be working late so she'd have Kay all to herself. Hannah hadn't told him about the new arrangement but she knew he'd discover it at some point. She might even tell him that night. He'd be angry at first, of course, but he'd eventually come around to Hannah's way of thinking...

She turned the key in the front door and stepped into the house.

Kay was absent from her assigned position by the door.

Puzzled and irritated, Hannah kicked off her heels and went in search of her errant slave girl. It seemed the crop would come in handy even sooner than expected!

She entered the living room and was surprised by her fiance seated on the couch. He wore a serious expression. Obviously he'd discovered her arrangement with Kay and had decided to intervene.

Hannah sighed. An argument wasn't how she'd hoped to spend her evening, but perhaps it was better to get it over with.

"Where is Kay?" Hannah said, figuring it was as good a place as any to start.

"Kay comes on Tuesdays and Fridays. Today is Monday." he said evenly, his voice betraying no anger. If anything he sounded...sad.

Hannah steeled herself, summoning the imperious voice she usually reserved for Kay.

"Not anymore. It's Monday to Friday from now on. Since she skipped today, I suppose it will be Saturday this week as well."

"We discussed this. I made it clear..."

"Monday to Friday," Hannah repeated, "You can still have her Tuesdays. We can share her the rest of the week."

"She has family. Even two days is asking a lot. Her husband isn't stupid - there are only so many excuses he'll buy. I know you're excited about this, but you'll have to..."

"She won't have family if my video gets out, and she knows it. And so do you." Hannah felt the anger building and gave it free reign.

"This isn't right."

"Oh, look at you! The knight in shining armour. Who was it that started blackmailing her in the first place?" Hannah smirked; it had been a well-placed shot.

"You've changed." he said, the sadness in his voice more apparent. It only roused a greater fury in her. Why was he always so gutless, unwilling to embrace the opportunities that presented themselves?

"I've grown. Perhaps I've out-grown you."

He ignored the jab. "I won't let you ruin her life."

"And what are you going to do about it? I'm the one who has the video!" she crowed.

"No. You don't."

She paused, then guessed his meaning. She laughed at him, at his pathetic gambit.

"Okay, so you managed to delete it from my phone when I wasn't looking? Do you think that's the only copy?" her tone was deliberately mocking.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead he pulled out his phone and began pecking the touchscreen with his finger.

"Ever hear of key logging?" he asked in a tone that was calm, almost conversational.

She felt a slight hesitation creep into her righteous rage. Key logging?

He looked up and saw the uncomprehending look on her face, then continued.

"It's software that can be installed on desktop computers like the one you use at work, or on laptops like the one you use at home. It records all the keystrokes you enter in the course of the day, then emails a detailed log to a specified address."

Her hesitation morphed into a growing dread.

"It's a useful diagnostic tool when I do software testing. It's also useful for discovering someone's web browsing activities and their user names and passwords." he added.

Hannah's face went white. She struggled to find words, to re-take control of a conversation that was going very badly, but she could only stand mute as he continued.

"Your computer hard drives, email addresses, web storage accounts, social media sites - anyplace where you might conceivably store a video file - I've been there. All copies of the video are gone."

"When...when did you do all this?" her voice sounded weak, uncertain.

"After our last fight. Your recklessness scared me...I figured I should take precautions."

She wanted to call his bluff, accuse him of lying, but she could tell from his calm demeanor that he spoke the truth. She cast about for a way to salvage things. Panic started to rise as she felt her new position - her new power - slipping away. No! She wouldn't let that happen. Having tasted it, she couldn't bear to be without it.

"Even without the video, I can still make things hard. Go to Kay's husband, tell him what's been going on..." she said. It was a weak threat, but credible. Certainly it would be enough leverage to browbeat Kay into making another video...

He tapped his phone once more, then handed it to her. A video was playing.

"Did you know there's a place in town where you can rent concealed cameras?" he asked rhetorically. "Parents rent them to spy on their kids' babysitters, rich folks want to keep an eye on their housekeepers, things like that."

Hannah stared at the phone screen in horror. There she was, naked in her washroom, Kay's face busy between her widespread legs. Except Kay's face was blurred out; Hannah was the only one identifiable in the shot. Very clearly identifiable.

"It's not even very expensive," he continued, "And these cameras are tiny - you can hide them in light sockets, furniture, hollowed-out books, lotion bottles...you can conceal them all over the house."

The camera angle changed, showing Hannah and Kay in profile, the slave on her hands and knees, heavy breasts dangling down. It left no doubt that Hannah was greatly enjoying the sexual services of a woman.

She stood transfixed and horrified by the sight of her erotic writhing and lewd thrusting.

"And thanks to the key logging, I have contact information for every single person you know. Friends, family, co-workers, bosses, random guys you went to high school with..."

"I get it." she whispered. She'd already guessed the endgame. Her plans for Kay, her dreams for the future, her new-found dominance and power...ashes.

"Smart girl."

"So...what now? You do to me what you to do Kay? I'm your slave?" she felt numb.

"No," he stood and plucked his phone from her fingers, then walked past her to the front door. "The video is insurance. No one will see it unless you decide to make things difficult for me...or for Kay."

"That's it?"

"Yup. I'll be calling off our engagement. You can keep the ring. I'll stay at a friend's house until I can find my own place." he bent to slip on his shoes, then knelt to tie them.

"Wait."

He finished tying his shoes, then turned to face her.

"I...got carried away. Things got...crazy. But you don't have to leave."

He didn't say anything, just regarded her stone-faced. Was it an opening? Maybe there was still hope...

"Things with Kay were just overwhelming. I sort of lost my way for a while. I mean, it was so new..."

"That almost sounds like an apology."

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. Very, very sorry. I'll apologize to Kay too, if you want me to." she gushed, recognizing an opportunity and determined to exploit it. Maybe things weren't as bleak as they appeared.

"I think Kay might require more than an apology."

"Whatever it takes." she pledged.

"You've lost my trust. You won't win it back easily, or quickly."

"I get that. I accept it. Look - you've got that video, right? So I'm going to have to play by your rules until you trust me again. Just give me time and I promise I can do it."

"It will be hard."

"I'll do anything." she insisted.

"Anything?"

The way he said it left no doubt about what 'anything' would entail. But it was worth it for the chance to feel the adrenaline high of Kay's submissive service again. She braced herself, then took the plunge.

"Anything."

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