Home after first time at John's

At home I found Gabriella and Jules, which was perfect. My appetite was open and there will be plenty of time later to get them to teach me how to properly suck. Showing my eagerness to serve was a vexing but exciting aperitif. I fancied relief, a simple and fast one. In no time I was sitting on Gabriella's ardent mouth while Jules, with evident satisfaction, was entering me from behind. I thought of sucking Gabriella but she was already reacting too strongly to the touch of my hand to need any more stimulation. Her tongue, a piece of velvet shadowing on my clit the moves of my hands, gave me intense pleasure. Will I ever learn? Tickled in the right places the need to go at Raven became eerie. Why do I need to go at Raven to be the right mood? I reached my peak in a record time. Both slaves came with me. We shared a hot bath. I took Jules to my bed. Gabriella was sleeping at our feet. We were so peaceful.

Having decided to drop the all thing, I kept my visit and Raven's activity under the blanket. Cuddling at home with real bodies was much better than dreaming of being exposed. Still, I did wander around with little to cover my gender traits and I humored Jim rod to get better acquainted with the thing but nothing really serious. This spirit, attempting to adapt my commune to an openly submissive me, carried me through the weekend till Tuesday morning. My Monday date with the scissor vanish from my watch. Sitting out beholding Trish or Jim organize the game, offering myself to their whims but I could break loose at will, I was practicing John advice although I was not going back. Somehow something was working because the motion of being commanded around ripened with repetition. The distress of roaming around bare hide behind the palpable fascination of my housemates. My progress at sucking was evident in the reactions of my charges. We did not talk to protect the peace. Nobody was pushing for it anyway. On Tuesday after lunch, a compulsive urge goads me into an underwear boutique under the pretext of a lingerie gift to Gabriella. Once inside the shop I fancied John eyes on me in the sexiest one, which made me furious, because John was a nothing, and worse, heedlessly swell my clitoris. Why did it not happen yesterday at home? The tepidness with my own sexual ritual contrasted sharply with the actual flooding of my panties occurring at a single thought inside Raven domain. A fresh water lake after weeks in the desert could not be flatly ignored. If I went to John once a week, each time with a flashier style of undergarment, it may cure me. Given some time we may be able to reconstruct an engrossing life. Raven himself did not demand that I go any further than where I am now. I could satisfy my, freshly discovered, craving for a subaltern position at almost no cost. This pattern pacified my reason even if somewhere I knew that it was another small step toward a welted butt lewdly offering itself to Raven. My attention revisits the garments around for something that showed more than my previous visit while keeping those damn hairs in check. Panties, with enough transparency to let my buttock line appear and a very high cut above my hips to exaggerate the elongated overhang between my legs, were my targets. The image connected to my stamina centers. The vision of something in tight contact with my labia, like a pouch, with a crease all along to reveal the underlying cut guarding the entrance of my secret cavern, guided me while I rummaged through the choices. Opacity in front seemed a must: Raven will be quite upset if any hair popped out of my panties. I tried various models but the one that showed enough back were too skimpy in the front, or not opaque. Without hair the task of distinctly showing the line in the middle of the front pouch would be a no-brainer. The perfect match must be hidden somewhere. My fancy stuck on panties, bordered in red satin, transparent in the back, but covering a large part of my posterior, which front was leaving some hair out. Refreshing my bikini was OK, I figured. Lots of domina had a clean bikini. An added benefit was a coordinated bra bordered with the same red satin, transparent in the same sheer bluish silk than the bottom cover. The sight of my tits against the fabric overpowered my anxiety about exposing so much of my bosom to John. Nothing was perfect in life. I bought them and stored them in my gym bag. There will be no question about them. Thursday night was my night out and nobody was to get a word about it.

Second Talk with John

On Thursday Sodome on time, fresh out of the shower and smelling a special rose soap, toted her trimmed bikini hair, well hidden under the new lingerie, at Raven. Undressing swiftly, as an old timer, to bestow her tingling body, on the side of the room, reinforced the portent of her destiny. The wait, part of her new condition, spun a long time taking a toll on her patience. Around seven thirty more people were arriving probably for some party that must be going on tonight. People familiar with the place crossed the entrance, somewhat glancing at her exposed figure. Quite uncomfortable about her posture she was trying to make sense of whom were they, what were they here for, what kind of event this was. Dressed for a relax evening, not much skin exposed, they displayed very few attribute of master slave relations. It looked more like the crowd for a bridge tournament than anything else. May be Raven organized bingo or something similar? She felt very displaced, unsure about her skimpy underwear, under this stream of people. If her display was inappropriate she will incur Raven anger. The concierge would have told her to go if this was the case. She was merely a decoration: One more proof of Raven power in the eyes of everybody arriving in the house. Inside the house lived a lot of slave in more exposing attire. She calmed down. Still she wished John would come to save her more embarrassment. His arrival was a relief. She preceded him to his office. After all the effort to make her fanny attractive she was hoping he valued the display. She sat in her chair. She looked around her and at him, not very sure of how to get started, he was not going to apologize for the delay, not even mention it. He was obviously waiting for her to talk. Her legs were crossed. The deep breath she took before jumping uplifted her bosom:

"Thank you for receiving me again. I could not decide to come on Monday but it was on my mind. You said that my question were well received, I'm very curious to know more about Raven house, like the typical day of his female slaves, their jobs, the place their sit around."

He was watching her chest. At least her tits had him interested. Gently oscillating her shoulders propelled her sphere in a gracious movement. He was not in a very talkative mood, was he pissed off? She continued:

"Please John, let me know if I'm being improper in my question."

"No, not at all, I was enjoying your figure. The more I admire it you the more I appreciate your beauty. The good news, for maids, is that you know immediately if you do something inappropriate while the bad news is that it is hard to accept the lack of respect this entails. I will describe to you the days of a maid, I imagine this would be your first concern?"

She smiled to him, hoping he would just continue without further encouragement, which he did:

"Beginners maid are utterly nude all the time helping with the house chores cleaning bathrooms, dusting, vacuuming, cutting vegetables, gathering laundry and folding it. There is no privacy in your life here. The door to your toilet has no lock. Your body, uncovered everywhere at any time, will be used sexually and mentally all along your chores. A maid adheres to a lot of rule and is trained in catering to people desires. You will learn the basic in manuals. Imagine your behaviors as a caress to your Master ego. Carefully listening to our comments upon your practice will bring some depth to your contacts. The more you know about Raven pleasures, the better you will be. Service starts at seven thirty in the morning clean and nourished. After that it depends if you intend to keep your actual job."

He paused. She had to keep her job. She calms herself down to avoid a display of vulnerability.

"Sir I do require to keep my job. I make a lot of money with it. Can I perform my duty to Raven while working?"

"Working is a privilege that implies extra chastisement. Overall it is possible; today we have seven female working full time jobs outside of the house. We also have moneymaking operations in house, which are easier to enroll into. Raven, an extremely rich man, believes in economic success for all of us. Some house servants have started new successful business entities. If you are working we will let you out at eight thirty in the morning. You need to be back at six thirty for the evening station that goes till nine. On weekend we will keep you busy all day as well. Every week you get whipped for your privileges or your errors. I will be delivering the blows except when Raven decides to do it himself. Picture it well, wild bush, on that path you will wave your naked buttock to my whip every week."

He stopped to measure the effect of his words. Sodome, in difficulty to catch her breath and the blood beating fast in her ears, was horrified by the idea but the warm sticky fluid was there. She loathed the idea of being whipped but she was fascinated like a mosquito running into the flame. She was overwhelmed. She was remembering the time when she had used her privileges to beat on Jim bottom. It did turn her on but it was only because he had upset her. Very often she would pass her chance to give pain to her slaves. What was she doing here if she did not agree to fulfill her Master need for her total surrender? Stunned, not daring a word but pressed to express her reaction, she smiled, opening her legs, to answer his silent question without compromising her internal denegation.

"Beauty you will have to search other ways to express your assent than spreading your leg."

I blushed all other. The heat of my skin had reached my bosom. My legs coming back together kept my slit well protected behind my thigh. It was hard to speak. I wanted to run away. If only I was not drawn so powerfully toward this place.

"I apologize for my lack of imagination. I'm scared about being whipped. The only experience I have on that side of the handle was when Raven belted me in my house. I witnessed submissive doing the most humiliating things only to avoid or lessen their share of it. Sir I will do my best to avoid it but if it is too late I will take it from you."

I had agreed! I could not believe it. I had said yes to be hurt by him every week.

"There is no way to avoid it. Every week I will sting you. For the first two years, working maids, receive a minimum of three blows each session. Every day you will think about it. Every act you perform will be connected to it. The only power you have is to reduce the number of blow to three."

He looked at me intensely. I was not coming back but I will tell him only later. I found the guts to answer what he wanted to hear ignoring the dire future consequences.

"My ass will be where it must."

"Are you hot when talking about it? Tell me about the state of your creases."

"Sir I'm more wet than I'd liked. You hold me with that reaction."

"We will teach you a lot of different ways to say yes with your body beyond spreading your legs. The training to become a proper maid is long and arduous. Your body and your mind will end up perfectly attuned to Raven taste. Another important piece of information is that nude girls must be leashed in most of the house. You may sometimes get in a room leashed and assigned to a specific spot but to move without close supervision you must pass the test."

It was worse than I had envisioned and he was not finished. It was not I speaking any more but some other women which body I happened to inhabit at that time. I was not committing anything real by agreeing to all those horrors.

"Sir, I will take the leash."

"You have to honor your masters by offering yourself every time you meet them. How do you imagine it?"

"I will come close to him to do a curtsy waiting for his approval?"

"Pretty much. It is then their choice to enter you or not but all three of your orifice should be available if they decide so. After dinner beginner station are, either preparing rooms for the night like warming beds and cleaning toilets, or as decorations in the library where Raven spends his regular evenings. On party days you will have some specific party jobs. At any time you must be bring your soul to other people enjoyment. The books just describes techniques, they will help you but the essential, the spirit, is yours."

His gaze was anchored on my panties. He had scolded me when I had open for him that is why it was close now. He talked about spirit. My spirit was to please him, while I was still here, but I was not sure how. He liked me aroused and unfortunately for my sanity I was. Today I had renounced to any dignity. It did not matter because it was not I. Innovative I pressed my finger against the fabric of my panties before splaying my legs to prove him my wetness. The juice of my cunt spread with my finger rapidly soaked the thin band of fabric between my thighs. He could pop in if he decided so. I was there for him, and I was kind of hoping he would. I was madly blushing to my lewdness adding:

"Sir I'm all wet for your tortures."

"Yes this is what I mean, be there for us."

His gaze stopped on her eyes forcing her eyes, not really daring watch him again, on the floor. She straightened her body, moving her charms, hoping he would spoke more. She had so many questions. May be she could ask about her underwear being to skimpy, telling him how she felt with all those straight people going in. She glanced at his face. He was smiling, she said:

"Sir, while waiting for you, a lot of people went coming in. I was wandering if I was not misplaced, may be a girl with such a scanty cover should not be in the entrance at that time?"

"Again, wild bush, if you do anything inappropriate you will know it immediately even when you will not want to hear it. The concierge would have told you. A slave do and don't are clear. This is why you must obey everybody until you understand better our rules. You may balk, be confused or be unable to comply but we like to believe that you are always aware of our preferences. Everybody here follows Raven desire and he hates and loves to teach it. In doubt never hesitate to ask. Occasionally we may play with your confusion that corresponds exactly to what you are: a plaything. As for your clothing we have devised very precise words for the things that veil feminine part. Underwear's covers completely the tits and the front split. They may be either transparent or opaque. G-string belongs to underwear because they cover the front clit though not the back one. We call trims the one that do not cover the sex nor the tits. They are here to enhance and point. You should not wear those for now. The concierge would send you back home if you did. Raven requested that you keep your pubic hair concealed due to its actual state of mess but except that you can wear anything. Is it clear? "

She knew what to wear next time, if she kept delaying going to Raven. The tough of her in a transparent G-string in this entrance got her tit pointing under the gauze. John noticed it:

"What do you think that your tits are hardening? "

"Sir I was thinking of wearing a G-string without bra next time."

Anyway I was not coming back so I might as well enjoy the game.

"Suit yourself. Did you had a chance to act submissively at your home?"

He was probing into my private life and I was going to answer his questions. Somewhere I could here a voice telling me that I was seeking his help to create a training camp for me at my home.

"I try but it is very artificial because I submit on my own will. There is no fire in the games."

As soon as I said it I regretted. This was my exact state of mind. He was going to use it against me. He waited for more a long time. He was shrewd under his underling bully disguise. Then come exactly what I apprehended but that I had given him all the reasons to say.

"You should give Trish and Jim two days a week to use you at their will. It will prepare you for what we have in store. They will never bring you the kind of fire that you find here but it will prepare some mechanics in you. If you do not use this chance it is going to take a lot longer to transform you into an acceptable starter maid."

I had done it. His weight was behind the new organization of my commune as a training ground for a submissive me. The artifice of another person agreeing to the whipping and the leashing was blown away. It must have shown on my face.

"Sodome removing your hair is definitely a miniscule step toward being Raven slave. Trish will poke fun at you all the way. Other people will make it difficult for you. What is coming after is much worse to stomach. There is no snag in our intention. We tell you in advance where you are going. You are attracted as much as you deny it to yourself. You will walk the path at your speed. On your time you will come live here and proffer your tender part wagging to my whip every week."

John smiled while sending me away with a pat on my bottom. Emotionally exhausted, I needed to be alone to take the full impact of those revelations.

Commune after second visit at John's

Days after day Sodome postponed calling the beauty salon. Trish and Jim call the games. She was not very attracted but she honestly practices her skills half hoping of weaning herself from Raven in this limbo. Her place, a sweet setting to discover safely her new attraction to the submissive position, was a cocoon. Raven only revealed her own impulsion. Satisfying herself at home, without any need for being regularly whipped, nor compelled to loose her privacy, nor dance attendance on her masters upon any casual encounter, was a better course of action. At home she could pleasure herself at will or relax in her cozy chair surrounded by her decor and her people. If only she could be subdued by Jim touch or Trish voice! Jim frequent exercise of his newly gained right to her insides pacified him but he was gorging his libido on her. Sometimes he looked like if he had eaten such a large dinner that he could not digest it. He had to lay down resting for a long time before he could muster a sparkle of desire. Lifting her dress, getting on all four with her ass high and moving all the time was a rehearsal for the same chain of motion under Silvana orders. Her cunt was sparing its juice. Her visits to John, wearing smaller and smaller G-string, materialized a slow trimming of her bush and resulted in an irresistible crave for Gabriella mouth upon her return. Jim, hoping to arouse her, pointed to her diminishing pubic hair but his weakness in front of her anger took all the spirit out of the game. A friendly relationship with the plug, now a common presence in her bowels at work, exposed Raven first long-standing victory. Nobody knew she had it. The more it filled her bowels, the more pleasant it become. Regularly sucking Gabriella and Jules enchanted them giving her a lot of needed practice but divert them of their effort to save the commune. They were calling on Sodome to get back to her real self, to being pampered; they tried to move her with clothes, no clothes, and display of service, caress, and warmth. It was not working. The irreversibility of her change had turned her into somebody else. Her sexual vitality as a dominant was gone and going through the motion of a submissive for her commune had no conviction. Sometimes the idea of John reaction to the limits she was putting on her new tyrants push her on the submissive side but she could always refuse herself without effort. Nobody was able to stop her from escaping out of the yolk. Her butt was safe from the lash but she was missing the overwhelming emotions brought by Raven presence.

They called on Sinwar to make her to change but to no avail. Six week went by since her visit as a supplicant.

Sodome hair

This Monday morning Sodome arrived at her office to find that a day free of major engagements. Raven had become the salt of her life. His choice, for her capitulation, was to present him a hairless legs seam. What was there to preserve? Trish and Jim already made fun of her reduced bush. Nobody would name her wild bush now but the name had stuck to her. She had to cut her losses loose and the sooner the better. The memory of the orgasm brought to her by Raven thrusting into her obsessed her and was her only turn on. The phone ended in her end. Olga, Raven recommendation for the preparation of her fork, found a spot for her in the afternoon. Most her pubic hair was gone glued to Olga instrument with the fluff inside her ass check. Her incredibly smooth creamy labia in the open activate the gush. Olga left only a small turf above her leg chasm. The contact of the skin against her panties made her feel so nude that it seems than everybody was aware of her secret under the cover of the fabric. The next suck was going to be a big feast. Olga recommended an enema to cleanse her anus. The attire proving to Raven the extant of her preparation was carefully chosen: A short skirt, which underside could be attached to the waist with a clip, avoided the need of a belt to keep her bottom and her freshly mowed lawn in plain view; a coordinated tank top shirt loose at the waist with a deep cleavage; a garter belt and fish net stocking perfectly coordinated in yellow point lace. She was perfectly in character. Silvana won't have anything to change. It had been laborious to accept this future of nudity, boredom, frustration and humiliation but buying the instrument of her submission brought back the wet twitching associated with Raven. At five she went to the gym to be in shape for the evening sport. After the exercise, in the locker, she studied other woman expression when their eyes crossed the exhibition of her new grooming but there was nothing beyond a small twick of surprise until one woman moving her eyes from the pared labia to her face smiling wickedly with obvious interest heated her cheeks. She changed in her new outfit publicly putting panties and a bra. Hidden in the toilet she removed all the underwears and added the garter and the plug for good measure. Men's in the street followed her silhouette the long way and some engaged her. Sitting was a dangerous operation for her modesty because the skirt unchecked would her cleft in view. Her wetness was a gift to Raven, a small tribute to appease him after those six weeks wait. Again the 'how can I like that' question erupts into her head at the door. Shaking her shoulders she rang the bell. Silvana looked at her, from top to bottom without a word, then moved her index up. Deprived from her word, Sodome had no choice but lift her skirt. Silvana smiled.

"You have become a good girl. It took a while to turn the chrysalis into a butterfly. Today, Sodome dear, you are perfect. The plug in your butt adds an interesting touch but I'm afraid that we will have to remove it before you enter. Get on all four and turn it into a sensation, that way we will not forget it."

Removing Sodome right to talk had squashed any impulse to oppose the status she was given. On the contrary she felt very warmed up by Silvana welcome. She was part of the family. Down on her knees, leaning her head on the floor, she offered her butt high. Silvana pulled back the skirt on her camber. Without any hair Sodome felt more than nude.

"One more thing, when exposed always keep your body moving. Remember you crave for people to use you. Your actual posture is a claim that you like being abused: go for it; free yourself from your limits. Create attraction, you will get interest: The air you, slaves, breathe."

Taken by the energy posted on Silvana speech Sodome propelled the plug into a rotating trajectory, followed by all her lower body, providing a very appealing scene to those present until Silvana removal of the plug signaled the time to post her surrender to Raven. The group went in the library. Sodome was first. Without a word, as instructed, she put her head on the floor to make a headstand. The skirt and the shirt simultaneous fall discovered all of her feminine attributes in an upside down mode. Slowly, her legs opened wide straightening her balance and offering unobstructed views of the creased flat at the bottom of her torso. Leaning only on her head freed her hands to further divide her ass cheeks bringing onto light the brown circle, in the deep of her crack, still ajar from the plug invasion. Obviously not one single hair was left. The valley on the other side, metamorphosed by the arousal, discovered the inner pink lips between the obscenely widen gap of the external lips. At the top of her intimate fold the pearly button was unmistakably swollen and close to the bottom of it the entrance to her wetness was clearly marked. Her hands, back on the floor, allowed her to rotate her legs and hips in a complex pattern. Raven, his cock fully erected, applauded:

"Bravo wild bush. You sure turn the shame of being exposed into a feast. I wonder what strange forces made you hide this pleasant trait of your character in the past. The moist state of your flower without hair to hide is an ode to sexuality. Now you must imbue yourself with your permanent availability and adopt the attitudes that go with it. You will stay in the mind state that is yours now without any need for tricks like not talking. To let yourself permeate by the major change in your life, you will not block the access to your holes. It means that a determined hand should always find a plain access to any part of your body. Your immediate future implies neither pants nor covering bras. Large cleavage and easy access to your female attributes, at every instant of your life, will become your motto. You will expose yourself bare three evening a week, at your home on Tuesday, in my entrance on Wednesday and somewhere else in this house on Thursday. On Monday night John will instruct you about the week program. You will not give nor receive from anybody any sexual satisfaction from that moment till the Friday morning. If you think that you have reached permanent availability after six weeks of that experience come back to me. You will tell me the story about being on display."

Sodome humbly kiss his hand for response. If he had tried to whip her right away she would have run and be done by now. He was too subtle for her. Letting her choose to come back on her timing and each time pushing her further toward this picture of a welted, decorated butt tensely moving in expectation of his attention. The end was despicable but the path was so surprising that she failed to trace a line in the sand. Her pubic hair was supposed to be it but he had waited long enough. Today she had agreed to let anybody reach under her clothing and to give him control on half of her time, another step toward complete abandon.

Monday, at Raven entrance, the concierge stripped her to her trims. Meekly seating uncovered in front of John, Sodome listen to his comment about the past week performance and the festivities of the following one. On Tuesday's she was the hostess, at her home, for the guests John had chosen. At seven utterly nude, she was ready to greet the flock at the door. It was always a pang when he gave her the guest list: Marilyn, Sinwar, Silvana, Jim, Trish, Fooka, Doula or some total strangers. She enjoyed creating an atmosphere of perfect comfort for them. Using all her sensibilities to anticipate their pleasure. Always the only servant she worked like three never missing an occasion to flash on them some sexually appealing curves. Because they could not touch her, she had no qualm to behave as a perfect submissive, unaware of the long-term impact of that attitude on the next encounter with them. Each time she opened the door, at her home, she was afraid that it would be somebody she knew coming for a surprise visit. Her instructions were to welcome whoever come although most of the time John had her help organize the visits on the phone. Sodome learned how to project a humble and satisfied image to make her guest comfortable at perusing her. The rest of the week the guests would expect her to stay in this character. They all knew that her marching order was to let hands go inside her knickers. Marilyn used the leverage to force her into submissive position on various occasion. Sodome was very upset of the way her old friend was treating her. Marilyn was affirming herself as a dominant at the same moment Sodome was switching. Sodome could not resist her demands. Sometimes a guest comes with a surprise item for her like a gode to stuff in her vagina or a leather ornament to adorn her. Gabriella and Jules, often around, proposed to bare themselves as well to make Sodome more comfortable but John specifically requested that Sodome be the only bottom less in the house those evenings, at least till the end of dinner, under the assumption that it will help her get beyond some barrier. Neither Gabriella nor Jules ever let their gaze on Sodome intimate part. Sodome will not be ashamed by them. The Friday evening after work Sodome took her pleasure straddling one or the other, a very rewarding activity after all the sexual load of the previous evenings. Every Wednesday for two hours, she laid idle but not board on display in the entrance. When her time was done she was reluctant to leave and her swollen clit, calling her hand, rendered slumber difficult to reach. The torture was probably worst than a good whipping. On Thursday John would lead her on a leash, wearing perfume and a collar, to a room, a fact not as terrible as it sounded (mostly a mental element, another pointer to her play thing status) where she was exposed on a furniture. The new angle on the pool of serving girl fascinated Sodome. They were completely shameless guided only by the desire of the guests. Was it fear or desire that drive them? Was she going to get there? A small red dot at the top of front slit and another one on her right ass cheek were the sign that nobody should touch her. It was respected, a more efficient technique than having some bitch guarding her. Keeping her eyes low to let everybody watch her without restraint she imagined the gaze scanning her delicious curves while she was seeing the dicks harden and soften all along the evening. Her pride was to keep herself undulating. John complimented her about her behaviors. She was happy with the exposure. Creating desire with her body without any danger of being touched was a revelation, a major turn on. She was always reviewing the evening with John. He gave her feed back on the attitudes that were expected from a maid at Raven home. Overall it was extremely vexing but enjoyable. It was new.

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