Literotic asexstories – My First Dominant Girlfriend Ch. 12 by John_salen,John_salen
If I remember correctly, it was probably only 2-3 days before she sent “the email” for me to read. This is what she wrote:
“John, you’ve been doing such a great job at home. You’ve been keeping the entire condo very clean each week, hand washing my gym underwear and gym shorts, and doing all of the cooking. Since you stopped working, however, I do think you need a few more things on your task list.
I want more personal attention. I want you to learn and practice the following two things for now:
1) shaving my entire body once a week. But not only shaving, I want you to learn also how to use wax so I can just get Brazilians right at home. This will take awhile, so I want you to practice shaving on yourself. Starting this week I want you to begin shaving your entire body: your legs, your chest, all around your ass and genitals. I like smooth boy anyway, and I’ve been meaning for you to do this. But more importantly, once you’ve practiced on yourself for a month or so you can begin with me once a week.
2) I want you to learn how to give manicures and pedicures, including nail panting. I have ordered all the tools you need and they be arriving in a few days. Again, I want you to practice on yourself. I bought nail polish that is easily removable so don’t be frightened.
I’ve provided resources below for you to study and learn. These are tutorials and articles and other videos that I think will help get you started.
That is all. I love you and will see you later tonight.
Love,
Rebecca”
Well, that was a lot. I sat reading the email for at least an hour, over and over again. I didn’t mind the shaving part because I didn’t like being hairy anyway and I knew she hated it, too. Still, kind of a big change. What guy shaves his whole body? Well, it’s just practice so it’ll only be for a month probably.
I had more of an issue with the pedicures. I had zero idea how to do them.
I didn’t feel good about any of this, and when Rebecca got home I expressed my concerns as I was starting to do the laundry. I was done with the regular load but now was starting on handwashing her gym clothes as we talked.
“John, I know it’s weird but pedicures are expensive to get all the time, and I also think it would be a very intimate connection we’d have together. I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“It’s not even just that,” I said. “I honestly just don’t think I’ll be good at it at all!”
“I understand. Why don’t I take you to watch me get a pedicure tomorrow? While we are there you can watch and ask questions. Ok?”
I laughed. “Ok, I guess. I mean that’s going to feel awkward. ”
She could tell I just wasn’t that into it. She came over closer to me and unbuttoned and reached inside my jeans. Her hand grabbed my cage and tugged.
“Do this for me John. You have no idea how much it’ll mean to me.” Then she grabbed the thong that was from this morning and put it up to my nose as she tugged up and down on my cage. I could feel her fingers slightly touching my penis – flesh on flesh, however slight. It felt amazing.
“Inhale my pussy John. Come on baby.” I took a very deep, long smell and could feel the dampness still there. Then she put them down but kept jerking my cage. And reached down and took off her work shoes and pulled off her tiny dress socks that were meant to be concealed under the shoe. They were essentially there as a sweat buffer. She first took her shoe and held the opening to my nose.
“You’ve never smelled the insides of my shoes before. I spent all day in these. Take a deep breath.” I did. She then put the shoes down and put her damp sweaty socks up to my nose and wiped them around my face.
“Now, THESE are sweaty, little one. Let’s wipe that sweat around your face. Take nice deep smells. See you John? You do for me and I do for you. I give you nice treats, don’t I?” At this point she was jerking the cage so hard that it was allowing my dick to actually get semi erect and I felt an aching orgasm building.
“Yes ma’am you do. Mmmmmm.”
“Thaaaaats a good boy John. Smell my dirty socks. And then you can wash them. But first I want you to get those cummies out. That’s my treat for you, for being such a good boy.” I moaned very loudly. It felt so good. I hadn’t had an orgasm in about 6-7 days. Not since the beginning of our vacation.
I look one more big smell of her socks. I could smell her all over my face from the way she wiped them all over me. He tugging grew faster and suddenly I came all over the inside of my pants.
“Oh good boy John!! Such a good boy. Not many boys can cum just from dirty smelly socks John. To me that shows me how much you love me and how attracted to me you are.” Then as I was bending over trying to catch my breath she whispered, “…and it shows me how much I fucking own you.”
In that moment, feeling drenched cum all inside my pants, I truly did feel owned. In that post-orgasm clarity I realized that I was trapped, in a very good way but slightly concerning way. I was deeply in love with Rebecca, and I knew that if I refused any of this it would be the end of us.
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