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Jacob held on to me with one hand as he lifted my leg off his shoulder with the other. Standing up, he leaned me back against him for support and went to work, washing my body and hair, then rinsing me thoroughly. After adding conditioner to my long locks, he rinsed my tresses and was done. Stripping 0ut of his wet clothing, all I got to see was the briefest glance of his bare butt as he expertly wrapped a towel around his hips before turning to face me. Twisting off the taps, he helped me out of the shower and then patted me down with an additional towel.
I stood like a child turning this way and that until he was done. “Can you dry your hair, or do you need help?”
“Mm, I can do it. Thank you for that. It was amazing.”
He scooped up the wet clothing and what I’d been wearing and left the bathroom. While drying my hair, I pondered Jacob’s message… he told me what he would do as my Daddy, but not being my Daddy, he did something else that not only had I wanted but also needed. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t a little confused. Now I was questioning everything I thought I’d wanted.
Fifteen minutes later, I exited the bathroom and found what he’d chosen for me, lying on his freshly made bed, a midnight-blue dress with a full skirt that hit mid-thigh with matching ballerina flats. I breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t chosen heels as I hadn’t worn them in years and was out of practice and no doubt would have made a fool of myself.
“Uh, Jacob, where are my panties and bra?”
“No panties, but I’m open to negotiating the bra.”
His head poked around the corner, the sexy smirk back on his face. My heart fluttered and so did something else. How could I go without panties when he kept turning me on? My thighs would be slippery with the constant gushing of fluid that came with his dirty words and constant innuendos.
Think, Ronnie, think, what would he trade a bra for? I didn’t know much about Doms except they were controlling over what they considered theirs.
“If I don’t wear a bra, all the men will see my nipples.” I delivered that statement accompanied by wide, innocent eyes.
His countenance shifted immediately to a dark, brooding visage.
Ha, I had him now!
“Wear the bra,” he stated flatly before disappearing from the open doorway.
Oh my! Maybe all that stuff about submissives having all the control was right. I just needed to stop reacting to everything and start using my brain. But only when I wanted to. A sense of power that I’d never experienced before surged through me, equipping me with a rare confidence.
“I’ve got the power.” The lyrics from the early 90s rap band Snap came to mind. I couldn’t hold back the giggle at the idea of little ole me having any control, but then I thought about Harmony. She’d looked different… her clothing choices had sure changed too. She’d met me wearing jeans that hugged her curves and a plaid shirt. Her hair was long and loose and… here was the biggest change, no makeup except a little gloss on her lips. Yet she’d looked better than I’d ever seen her before.
As I dressed, I went through a catalogue of reasons for her transformation and then I landed on it. Happiness. I mean, she was really happy and practically glowing in fact. With Gray in her life, everything for her had shifted. Not long before she’dcalled about the wedding, she had told me she’d gotten a publishing deal for her first book, which was due out next year. Something neither of us imagined could ever happen to her. And not because she wasn’t smart, she was, but focusing on anything for longer than a hot minute was not her modus operandi. It seemed that Rawhide had not only broken bad habits but had created the best version of her to date.
I wanted that. To have all the best parts of me encouraged and all my bad parts stripped away. When I’d said that to my shrinks, they usually ended our session with “sorry I can’t help you but here is a referral”.
I gazed at myself in the full-length mirror. You could still see my nipples through the thin lace of my bra, but barely. The dress didn’t hide the fact that I appeared childlike and the only part that seemed to say “woman” was the flare of my hips and wiggly ass. The rest of me almost appeared underdeveloped, and it had bothered me for a very long time. My bestie had curves for days and had put me to shame everywhere we went as teenagers. To make matters worse, she’d developed early and mine had taken until after being diagnosed with agoraphobia, so no one saw me and, therefore, I reasoned must remember me as that skinny kid with no boobs which hadn’t changed a whole lot.
I continued to examine myself in the mirror. My breasts were still small, but at least I had them and despite their size, they were nicely shaped. My legs were slim and shapely, especially for someone who never worked out. The flair of the skirt which sat at my hips accentuated them nicely and the roundness of my ass. Being an ass man, I was sure Jacob had chosen the dress for that very reason.
I wasn’t so bad I decided. My hair was by far my best feature and fell in big waves down my back and surrounded my too pale face. Jacob was right, I did resemble a cat, with my hair acting like big tufts of fur around a small, angular face that heldeyes that always hinted at surprise. Not now, though. They were partially lidded and added a sexythe cat just licked the creamexpression.
I went back into the bathroom and put on foundation and a bit of blush, then added mascara and a dark gloss to my lips.
I exited the bathroom and slipped on my ballet flats and did another cursory examination in the mirror. Better! Now let’s see if Jacob liked the final product. He was in the living room sipping a beer when I entered. Seeing me reflected in the window, he turned and whistled in appreciation.
“I knew that would look amazing on you, Ronnie. Now turn around and lift your skirt. I need to make sure you listened and aren’t wearing panties.”
I spun around to hide the deep blush spreading rapidly up my neck and across my cheeks. I heard him step up behind me and I held my breath. Here goes nothing! Cool air whooshed against my skin as he lifted the hem of my dress past my hips. If my body could blush like my cheeks, I had no doubt they’d be as red as their facial counterparts.
“Spread your legs.”
Oh-my–goodness! I did what I was told and knew he was seeing moisture coating my inner thighs and my slick, swollen lips. I’d had so many orgasms; how could I possibly feel the need for more? But that was exactly what was happening. I groaned out loud when he ran a finger through my arousal.
“So slick for me, kitten,” he purred. Then pulled his finger away and smacked my tender bottom. “Time to go, sweet cheeks.”
I turned and stomped my foot. How dare he do this to me? It had taken me a while, but now I knew this was a game, a game I didn’t want to play.
“No!”
His gaze darkened. “Outright defiance will land you over the edge of the couch with your pretty bottom in the air. Is that what you want?”
