Cuckold Camp Ch. 09

Chapter Nine

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The Razor

“So, whose asshole tastes better?” Ariana asked Eleanor from the other side of the dining table. She had apparently seen them briefly through the doorway the night before. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem upset; she really meant what she said when she agreed to Jackson the terms of their arrangement for that trip.

“I would say Leya’s,” Eleanor said as her eyes darted over to the left at her friend. Leya’s round cheeks were red with light-hearted embarrassment.

She looked around at Natasha, who was sitting beside Ariana, and continued, “But Matty might disagree, if she were here.”

“Maybe we should give her a taste test when all this is over,” Natasha breathed out salaciously. Eleanor kind of liked that idea. The heat of competition she might normally feel just came out as desire. Natasha perked up a bit and raised a finger as she added, “Oh! We could blindfold the sissy, and see if she can tell which one is yours!”

All four of them laughed together at this. Eleanor ended their laughter with, “Of course she could.”

“That sounds fun!” Ariana said just as Jackson came around the corner out of the hallway and wrapped an arm around her. She smiled brightly as he kissed her cheek.

“You should’ve joined us, babygirl,” he said to her.

“Oh, I know I’ll have plenty of you to myself in the future,” she replied, her grin not subsiding.

“Very true.” Jackson stood like a tower, extra tall and super muscular, his manly black torso exposed as he wore only a black pair of shorts.

“Do you think cucks sometimes wonder that?” Natasha asked. Everything she said that day seemed so subtly twisted, but she meant it genuinely.

Ariana laughed, not seeing what Eleanor did. “I think they hope for it,” the blonde girl said, “but deep down they know it’s never true.”

Eleanor thought that it was just because Matty knew she would never have her to herself that she didn’t wonder if she ever would–she didn’t even seem to want to have her to herself at all–but she stayed quiet.

Natasha seemed deep in thought. She looked up at Eleanor, her green eyes wide and wondering. Eleanor flashed her characteristic grin back at her.

“Eleanor,” she finally said, “what are your plans with Matty after this is over?”

“Yeah, tell us all your master plans,” Leya chimed in from beside her.

“I’m going to be her hotwife,” Eleanor announced with a sweetening of her smile. She felt rather proud to say it. Jackson gave her an approving look and a nod.

“I’ll continue fucking Dominik, Matty will sink deeper into being more and more cucked, and we’ll be together forever,” she elaborated.

“That sounds beautiful,” Ariana said. She reached hand up to rub Jackson’s rippling back muscles and added, “We have plans along the same lines as you.”

“Matty sounds like such a good girl,” Natasha said in her salacious slithering tone.

“Oh, she is,” Eleanor assured her.

“I had a class with her last semester. She’s so… smart,” Natasha said. This was news to Eleanor; Matty never mentioned her.

“She never told me that,” Eleanor said.

“No, but she used to mumble under her breath a lot about you,” Natasha replied, somewhat shockingly genuine. “She’s in love with you, Eleanor. It’s beautiful.”

Eleanor beamed like the sun at that. “I guess I’m really lucky,” she said.

“You are. The things Matty says about you, Mason would never say about me,” Natasha said, like she was confiding in her.

Eleanor paused a moment for something to say. “Well, hopefully the cuckold camp helps on that score,” she settled on.

“I hope they’re not being too cruel to them,” Leya said, contradictorily. You’re the one thinking of leaving him. Eleanor didn’t say anything; it wasn’t the right time to point this out.

Natasha only scoffed. “They can do whatever they want to Mason. I don’t give a fuck,” she uttered. “Piece of shit needs to learn his place.”

“I’m sure he will,” Eleanor settled the matter. She then stood up and traipsed over to the far window. It was still raining outside; the summer was gray on that day.

Water droplets hit the glass and rolled down–pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The shoreline of the lake was closer than before. That overcast sky had opened up to weep all across the land.

Eleanor whisked around and walked across the open space of the cabin towards the entryway hall, where a bathroom was. She thought it was the first door on the right, but she opened it to find nothing but a little broom closet.

The room was full of mops, buckets, and other cleaning supplies–as well as a coat rack with nothing but maid’s dresses hanging on it. This must be Robin’s. She closed the door and went further down the hall towards the front entrance.

The last door on the right, closest to the entrance, was the one she was looking for. She heard a buzzing sound, but opened the door anyway, not knowing what that could be.

The sight revealed to her was an unexpected one. Savannah sat on a stool in the shower–it must’ve been quite strong to handle the weight of her whole thick body–as Robin knelt beside her, lightly grazing the fiery red hair above and around her puffy pink pussy with a razor.

Her huge thighs were spread wide open for the shaving. The house-cuck’s gaze was solemn and resigned, as he was just doing a small part of his duty. His touch was so gentle yet precise, even with the blade; she knew she wasn’t going to be cut.

Savannah looked up at Eleanor, but Robin stayed completely affixed to his current task.

“Oh! Sorry…” she said. “Just making cuck-boy here shave my pussy for Damian.” The thick redhead placed a hand upon Robin’s wimpy little head, and he grinned ever so slightly.

“Oh, that’s alright. I can wait,” Eleanor said with her smile. She kind of liked this girl, she decided, for taking the initiative over the cuckold. Maybe Leya should be pushed in the same direction.

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Matty finally felt refreshed. Goddess Alexandra had taken the liberty of shaving her down, from what little hair had sprouted out on her face throughout the past several days to her legs. Her touch had been so gentle and sweet, almost like Mommy Eleanor, when she was in the mood to be.

They had used the bathroom on the second floor level; apparently the first floor one was off-limits that day, for some reason.

Matty ran her fingers down her lithe little body, freshly smooth and hairless, like a good girl. She’d been permitted to take a shower as well, but Alexandra stayed in the bathroom with her to keep an eye on her.

“Come on, sissy-boy,” she called to her from behind the shower door. Matty opened it with her delicate fingers and stepped out onto the toweled floor below.

Alexandra was leaning on the sink–unfortunately, she’d put her pink Queen of Spades bra back on. Her fat tits were still bulging bulbs of power on her chest, and Matty couldn’t help but salivate a bit with excitement at the sight before her.

Matty stepped toward her, and she looked kind of shocked before she lowered herself to her knees. Her eyes were now on level with Alexandra’s pale, thick thighs. “Thank you, Goddess,” Matty said in a bright and clear effeminate voice.

Alexandra looked down on her without touching her and said, “Such a good girl.” Matty smiled warm and bright as she gazed up at this thick, pure snow queen. Her sapphire eyes beamed recognition down onto her, the sweetest gift she could receive for her submission.

“Dry yourself off, now,” Alexandra said in her high, sweet voice, “and then we’ll get you into your new maid outfit, slave.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty said as a matter of custom before grabbing a towel off the floor and wrapping it around her body, still on the floor beneath her superior where she belonged. She patted down and wiped off her body with the towel, one piece at a time, then immediately wrapped the towel around her head, catching all her soaked brown curls.

She hated the feeling of her hair being wet. Alexandra was so pretty up there, she met her gaze with another smile.

“Stand up, sissy bitch,” the golden blonde snow queen commanded her. Matty leapt to her feet obediently.

Alexandra then turned and retrieved a black and white maid’s dress with an elegant pattern around its collar from beside the sink. She held it up and said, “Your new sissy uniform. Are you excited?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty answered right away.

“Good,” Alexandra said before unzipping the dress’s side and holding it open by the floor for Matty to step into. She lowered one foot after the other, then the goddess pulled the dress up around her skinny little legs.

When it got to her little micropenis, Alexandra couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Such a shrimpy little sissy,” she said before covering her shame in maid’s garb.

Soon enough, the dress was pulled up around her whole clean body. Alexandra zipped up the side, making it just tight enough, then patted down the frills on Matty’s new chestpiece and skirt.

The goddess proceeded to turn her around to face the mirror above the sink. She held her chin in one hand and breathed hotly beside her, “You look so much better this way, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Matty said, not just to obey, but genuinely.

Her smile was bright and broad and real. Alexandra smiled, too. “Good girl,” she said, then patted her on the back and let go of her.

Matty pulled her towel down around her hair and wiped it straight a bit. She then reached for a little comb on the sink-side. She had to make herself pretty, so she combed the knots and random curls of her long hair down, knowing it would be as luxurious as Eleanor had originally prepared it before her arrival once it was dry.

She then looked to the side at Alexandra with her eyes, nervously. “Permission for makeup, Goddess?” she asked with great timidity.

“Oh, let me do it myself,” the pretty blonde replied sweetly. She then opened a drawer of the sink to retrieve a black eyeliner pen and red lipstick. “Turn to me,” she ordered while she grabbed Matty’s face and turned her to the left anyway.

The touch was so intense for Matty, as it always had been when a goddess deigned to do her makeup for her.