A Little Shorter? Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – A Little Shorter? Pt. 02 by SwiftE,SwiftE
I looked at the clock. 7:07. Time to call. I dialled the number on the card Jade had given me last night.

I’d deliberately avoided calling at exactly 7PM. I didn’t want to seem too keen, like I’d been waiting for the clock or anything – which is exactly what I had been doing. I’d been staring alternately at the card and my phone screen for the best part of half an hour now, trying to gather my thoughts and figure out what I was going to say.

I don’t know why I wanted to seem so casual. Calling at the exact time I’d been told to might even have earned me some extra points with Jade. But it just wasn’t the done thing to call or message dates at the earliest moment. You had to look like you weren’t bothered for some reason.

Dates, I thought as my thumb hovered over the ‘call’ button. Was that what Jade was? My date? This was a woman who had somehow mesmerised me, captivated me, into letting her shave my head. Bald. I briefly stroked my smooth scalp to assure myself that yes, that had really happened.

The little clock on my phone switched to 7:09. No more messing about. I needed to call. I hit the call button, my mouth dry as I waited for her to pick up.

After what seemed like an eternity, the ringing tone was cut off by a casual “Lo?” I recognised Jade’s voice.

“Um, hi Jade.” I swallowed. “Er, Mistress.” That word had sounded so right, so sexy, last night. Now it just sounded weird in my head. A little pathetic, even.

But rather than the harsh laugh I’d half expected in reply, Jade’s voice was soft and caring. “Rachel! I was beginning to think you weren’t going to call. How are you?”

I sighed with relief. So last night hadn’t been just some elaborate prank. “I’m fine, thank you. It’s been a… weird sort of a day. But I’m good.”

“Weird is probably about right. How are you getting on with the new style? Have you been out today?”

“I have, yes. Not far, but I’ve been to the shops. And… I’m getting used to it, I guess.” I stroked my bald scalp for probably the hundredth time that day.

“And how was it?”

“A few strange looks, but not too bad.” I’d actually been surprised. People had definitely stared but that had been the extent of it. Nobody had gasped in horror or called me a freak.

“Good girl. I told you you’d be fine. So, you coming over tonight?”

“Um. Yes please?” I couldn’t figure Jade out. She’d established herself last night as my new Mistress, had dominated me completely, but now we seemed to be chatting like casual friends.

“Yes please…?”

I sensed the question. “Sorry. Yes please, Mistress.” I could feel myself blushing. Apparently I had a lot to learn.

“That’s better. Don’t worry, you’ll learn. Now, you got a pen?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jade read out an address.

“Oh, that’s not too far from me!” I recognised the street name. It was just down the road from me.

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon then.”

“Um, sorry Mistress. Do I need to bring anything? Or wear anything special? I don’t know what we’re going to be doing or anything.”

I could almost hear Jade smiling. “Just bring yourself. Dress to impress me. And what we do is gonna depend on you. See you soon.” The phone went dead as she hung up.

‘Dress to impress me’ was a taller order than perhaps Jade had realised. How does a middle class woman in her thirties impress a punk/goth/alt/whatever she was girl barely out of her teens?

The leather skirt, tight white top and boots I eventually picked probably wasn’t it, but it was the best I could do. Hopefully the underwear would be to her liking at least; an expensive and borderline indecent bra and thong set.

Still, I thought as I looked in the mirror, it was a good look. Just the right mix of sexy and slightly slutty while still being classy. Yep, I thought as I touched up my make-up, I’ve still got it.

***

I rang the doorbell twenty minutes later, my heart beating fast. I could have driven in half the time, but I felt like I needed some time to gather myself so I’d decided to walk.

The door swung open almost immediately. “Rachel, hi!” Jade beamed, her arms flung open. Not sure what to expect, I froze as she wrapped her arms round me, our lips meeting as she enthusiastically kissed me. I relaxed after a moment, returning the kiss. I’d never really kissed another girl before Jade. She felt soft, yielding. I could get used to it.

Jade broke off the kiss, stepping back slightly. “Ooh, I like this. Leather?” she asked, stroking my thigh.

“Yes, er, Mistress. I’m glad you like it.” I smiled, relieved.

Jade herself was wearing a black sleeveless top, hanging off one shoulder to show her bra strap, denim shorts and fishnet stockings. She wasn’t dressed that differently to some of the girls I’d gone to university with. Apparently some fashions are timeless.

“Come on in.” She led me through the door into a narrow hallway, then into a small living room. The room was furnished with a random mish-mash of furniture; a paisley sofa was crammed in a corner next to a leather wingback chair with half the stuffing coming out. I smiled; this house reminded me of my student days.

“Oh fuck me, you weren’t joking!”

I turned around, startled at the voice behind me. A man was sitting at a desk by the back wall, staring up at me with a half-amused, half-shocked look on his face.

“Um, sorry?” I blurted, confused.

“Of course I wasn’t joking,” Jade snorted. She turned to me. “Don’t mind him. Manners aren’t his strong point, but he means well.” She rolled her eyes. “Rachel, meet Aaron. He’s my housemate. Aaron, meet Rachel.”

“Sorry, Rachel.” Aaron stood up, towering over me. “Jade said she’d…” he waved his hand over my head, “I didn’t entirely believe her. But here you are.” He looked me up and down, appraisingly. “Actually, it looks good on you. Well done.”

“Um, thanks?” I laughed nervously, not sure what to make of the man.

“And so what is she then, Jade? You said I’m your housemate. Which, by the way, ouch. Is that all we are?” He gave Jade a mock-hurt look. “But you didn’t say what she is to you.”

Jade gave Aaron a slight smile. “That’s to be determined, dearest housemate.” She turned to me. “Rachel? We should probably sit down and have a proper talk, shouldn’t we?”

“Um, yes.” I looked warily at Aaron, not sure I wanted to have this sort of conversation with him sitting there.

He must have noticed my discomfort. “Don’t worry about me, I’m going out anyway.” He stood up and walked to the door. Unexpectedly, he kissed Jade on the forehead. “See you later, housemate.” He grinned, then waved at me. “Good to meet you, Rachel, I’ll perhaps see you soon.”

As he left, I sat down on the armchair while Jade flopped down on the sofa. I felt weirdly like I was being interviewed.

Jade stretched her body out, staring at me. “So tell me, Rachel. What am I to you? What do you think we are?”

“Um, well…” I stammered. Meeting Aaron had left me a little off balance, and Jade’s sudden direct question caught me completely off guard.

“No wrong answers.” Jade prompted. “I just want to hear what you think is going on here. What you want from all this.”

“Um, I’m honestly not sure yet. Mistress,” I hurriedly added. “What happened yesterday was nothing like I’d ever have expected. You… you got naked. You shaved my hair. You made me masturbate. You humiliated me.” I could feel my voice wavering. I looked directly at her. “And it was the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me, and I still don’t know how to feel about it.”

Jade simply nodded. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting it either. Like, I always had you figured for just another one of the rich bitches that come in the salon, if you don’t mind me saying. But I kinda liked you. And when I could see you staring at my tits, well I thought I’d play with you a little.”

She laughed. “I never thought I’d end up shaving you like that. And you got so obviously horny.”

I blushed, remembering how clearly she’d seen through me. In a way, she knew my desires better than I did myself.

She straightened up, moving closer to me. “You’ve got a thing for ladies. I’m not sure you even realised that before. And you’ve definitely got a thing for being dominated. That much is clear.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked deep into my eyes.

“I think I learned a lot about myself last night.”

“I figured you’d change your mind today. I half expected to get to work this morning to find you’d complained about me. I kinda went too far.” Surprisingly, I could see her blushing herself. “I really didn’t think you’d call back today. And yet…” she gestured vaguely at me.

“Here I am.” I nodded.

“So you want more?”

“I think so.” I said, slowly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I don’t even know what ‘more’ means. I just know I want it.” Feeling a little bolder, I leaned forward myself. “Please, Mistress? Would you show me?”

“Oh, I can show you alright.” Jade reached out her hand, stroking my thigh. “But be warned. I’m not always nice like this. I can be kind of a mean bitch.” She moved even closer to me. “I’ll get off on hurting you. I’ll humiliate you. Are you ready for that?”

I thought back to being ordered to masturbate for her. The mean parts had been the ones that really got me off. “Yes, Mistress. I’m ready for that.”

“Sure? I mean, you say that now…”

“I’m sure, Mistress.”

Without warning, Jade reached out and slapped my cheek. Hard. I cried out, rubbing my stinging flesh with my hand as I looked at her in shock.

Her expression didn’t change at all. “Still sure?”

I swallowed, looking at her with a mixture of fear and… awe? Respect? Lust? For just a moment, I got a glimpse of what might be possible. Nobody had ever treated me like this before.

“Yes, Mistress.” I spoke quietly, not wanting to look directly at her. “I’m sure.”

“Put your hand down. Look at me. Hold your head still,” she barked.

Shaking slightly, I put my hand down and looked at her. She was grinning wildly. “Obedient little cunt, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I whined, holding my gaze. I watched as she drew her hand back and landed another slap on my cheek. I cried out, but held myself steady. I could feel my cheek burning from the two slaps, but held my hand down.

Jade’s smile softened. “Oh, you are a good girl.”

I flinched slightly as she raised her hand again, but this time it was to gently stroke my cheek as she knelt down in front of me. “Tell me how you feel right now.”

I was a mess of emotions. I tried sorting through them as Jade caressed my cheek.

“Scared, I think. I’ve never been slapped like that. Um, still a little shocked. But…” this one surprised me, “aroused? I don’t know, that was just so intense, and I…” I tailed off, not sure how to say what I was feeling.

“You’re getting off on the pain.” Jade nodded. “Or the humiliation. Or perhaps both. We’ll find out in time if you want.”

She stood up, looking down at me. “Do you want to find out?”

I nodded. “Yes please, Mistress.”

“Not even a moment’s hesitation.” Jade laughed. “So I think that answers what we are. For now at least, I’m your mistress. And you’re my bitch. Agreed?”

I smiled. “Yes, Mistress. I’m your bitch.”

“And I own you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yes, Mistress. You own me.”

“I can’t wait to find out what that means.” she turned around, moving to the door. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs. I want to get a closer look at what I own now.”

I nervously followed Jade up the stairs to her bedroom. She shut the door behind me. Although it wasn’t locked, I got a feeling of being trapped somehow. Jade leaned against the door, a curious expression on her face as she looked at me.

“How old are you, Rachel?”

“Thirty four.” I stood at the foot of Jade’s bed, not sure where this was going.

“Mistress.” Jade’s tone was suddenly curt.

“Sorry. Mistress.” I smiled weakly. “I’m still getting used to that. I’ll do better, I promise.”

Jade ignored my comment. “You look good for your age. Do you work out? Skincare?”

“Thank you, Mistress. Yes, I go to the gym twice a week. I do have a skincare routine, yes.”

“I bet you do.” She moved closer to me, stroking my face. “I bet you like to go to those spas and do all that pampering shit too, don’t you?”

Despite her words, Jade’s voice was soft. She was teasing, but there was no malice in her question. Still, I blushed guiltily. I realised what sort of a person I must look to her. The middle class lady with the big house and nice car and the regular spa trips. I got the feeling she enjoyed bringing me down a peg or two. Perhaps I enjoyed it, too.

“I do, yes, Mistress. My friends and I-”

Jade cut me off. “Take off your top.”

The sudden change in direction still caught me off guard. I hesitated for a moment. “Um, sorry?”

“Mistress,” she reminded me, firmly. “Your top. Take it off.”

Jade’s voice suggested I shouldn’t make her ask again.

“Of course. Sorry, Mistress.” I hurriedly pulled up my top, pulling it over my head. I dropped it on the bed, standing there awkwardly as Jade stared openly at my chest.

“Very nice,” she purred. Her fingers traced a line over my bra. “I like this. Very pretty. Looks expensive.”

“It was a gift from my husband. I was hoping you’d like it,” I smiled.

“I do. Kinda slutty, your tits look like they’re about to pop out. “Her finger stroked the top of the white lacy material, causing me to shiver slightly. “I bet you’re wearing the matching knickers too, aren’t you?”

Was I really that predictable? “Yes, Mistress. I am.”

“Show me.”

I unzipped my skirt and allowed it to fall down my legs, kicking it away.

“Oh yes.” Jade’s finger ran down my belly, tracing the outline of my thong. “Slutty and classy. I should get myself some of this stuff.”

I shivered slightly as Jade’s finger moved down, her finger stroking my mound through the thin fabric. I wondered if I should buy a set for her.

“This’ll have to go, though.” Jade’s finger ground itself on my mound. “I can see all your hairs right through this.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I’d anticipated this, in fact Jade had hinted at it last night. I’d considered shaving it all off myself earlier, but… I secretly wanted Jade to do it to me. Completing my transformation, as it were. I figured she would enjoy it too.

Jade straightened up. “Now, your bra. Those titties are almost popping out of there anyway, might as well set them free.”

I hesitated for a moment. It had been a long time since I’d got this far with anyone except my husband. This felt like another line was being crossed. But then I thought back to the way Jade had so casually taken hers off last night. I wanted to be that daring, that confident.

“Yes, Mistress.” I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall down my arms and to the floor.

“Very nice.” Jade’s voice had taken on an odd tone and I realised my little display was arousing her. The thought sent a thrill through me.

“Small but perfectly formed.” Jade cupped my breasts in her hands, gently squeezing, her thumbs stroking my nipples. I could feel them hardening under her touch.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Does it bother you?” Jade kept playing with my breasts, giving my nipples a gentle squeeze. “Submitting to someone so much younger than you?”

“No, Mistress.” My voice came out slightly breathless; Jade wasn’t the only one getting turned on. I watched her stroking my breasts, her soft touch a marked difference from the rough pawing my husband had always managed. “It… um, it makes it a little more exciting, actually.”

“Mmm. You’re older, wiser, richer and classier than me. But I’m calling the shots anyway. That’s fuckin’ hot.”

She stepped back. “Take those knickers off. And your boots. And the stockings. I want you naked.”

Trying to emulate the way Jade had so casually undressed for me last night, I bent down and pulled off my boots, then peeled down each of my stockings, very aware of her gaze on me.

Trying to act casual but sexy, I pulled my knickers slowly down my legs, kicking them aside. I could feel myself trembling slightly as I straightened up. Nerves or excitement? I honestly couldn’t tell.

“Well, here I am. All yours.” I smiled nervously. Jade was the only person to have seen me naked in months now, and the only person in years besides my ex husband. I could feel her eyes on every part of my exposed body.

“All mine,” Jade nodded. “Sit on the bed. Spread your legs.”

I obediently sat down, spreading my legs apart. I felt exposed, vulnerable.

Jade knelt down in front of me, peering openly at my pussy. She placed her finger on my mound, running through my long hairs.

“When did you last shave?”

“Um. I gave it a bit of a tidy up this afternoon. I wanted to be a bit presentable for you.”

“And you didn’t shave it all off?”

“I thought you might have wanted to, Mistress. I mean, after last night…”

Jade broke into a grin. “Good girl. Yeah, I was looking forward to this.” She stood up. “Get comfy on the bed. I’m gonna get my stuff.”

While Jade was out of the room, I settled down on the bed. I looked around, wondering for a moment what I was doing there. Jade was not just so much younger than me, she lived in almost a different world. My own bedroom was tastefully furnished in neutral shades with flower prints on the walls and scatter cushions on the bed. Jade’s room spoke to entirely different tastes. Band posters hung on the walls, mixed in with the occasional – surprisingly tasteful – nude picture. Clothes were haphazardly piled on top of her dresser. My eyes widened slightly when I realised the lurid rainbow-coloured thing on one of her shelves was, in fact, a dildo. Right there on display.

Jade seemed to wear her tastes – and her sexuality – firmly on her sleeve. She had a ‘don’t care’ (or as she would probably put it, ‘don’t give a fuck’) attitude about her that I found refreshingly sexy compared to the world I’d inhibited up till now. It was that attitude that had led me to allow her to shave me. I found myself wanting to not care, either.

Jade broke my reverie as she threw the door open, her hands full. She placed a bowl of water on her dresser and threw a towel at me. “Put this under yourself.”

As I arranged the towel underneath me, Jade set her things on the foot of the bed. “I love doing this, but not all the time. You’re probably better off getting waxed, really. I want you always bald for me.” She looked at my head with a grin. “In all senses of the word. Do you know anyone that does waxing?”

I nodded. “I have a place I go to get my bikini line done.”

Jade looked at my unkempt crotch. “Really!? Coulda fooled me. When did you last go?”

“Um. Probably about three months? With the divorce and everything, I sort of let things go I’m afraid.”

“You’d probably better get yourself booked in then.” Jade picked up a can of gel. “And remember, I want it all off. None of that bikini line shit. Got it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Now, lie back. Keep those legs apart.”

I lay back, my head propped up on a pillow as I watched her with a mix of fascination and arousal. In a way, this was nothing I wasn’t used to. I’d been getting my bikini line waxed for years now. But this was different. This wasn’t just personal grooming, this was something much more sexual. I could feel my own arousal and wondered if Jade had noticed. With her crouched right between my legs, it would be hard not to.

Jade squirted gel onto my crotch, making me jump slightly from the cold. I realised then how sensitive I’d become. I let out a slight sigh as she started massaging the gel into me, first my mound and then down to my labia. Wow. I was horny!

“Keep still.” Jade brandished her razor, the same one she’d used on my head yesterday. “You really don’t want to jump while I’m using this!” she added with a slightly manic grin before bending down to my crotch.