The Secret Journey (21 page)

Breathe in and breathe out and just keep
floating, and notice how good it feels to just surrender for a
little while. We’re going to cleanse not just your body but your
mind, clean you completely, and so just breathe in and breathe out
and let yourself float, let yourself be free and you might choose
to think of a warm beach with the waves lapping and the gentle wind
blowing, and the heat is soothing your muscles and your soul at the
same time. And when you’re ready, honey, when you’re just as smooth
and soothed as soothed can be, just inhale one more time, slow and
deep, and hold it, and let yourself slip under water, and stay
there for a little while, and when you’re ready again, just come
back up.

Beautiful. This is immersion and rebirth, the
return to the womb, and you are so very much mine right here and
right now. And now we’re going to start washing, and it’s going to
be me washing you, that’s the way it’s going to be. Ready? We’ll
start with the right hand washing the left arm, soap on, scrub it
down, nice brisk motions, get every last inch, do it firmly, do it
thoroughly, soap off. Now switch, left washes right, the same as
before. Isn’t that nice, isn’t that easy?

And so now we’re going to wash your face,
scrub it thoroughly, forehead and cheeks and chin, each side of
your nose, and your eyes and your ears. Rinse it once, rinse it
twice, and move on to your graceful neck, feel your pulse in your
throat as you clean around, and down over your collarbones. Do your
shoulders, left and right, scrub them hard. Do each breast, and
your nipples are so very sensitive under the rough scrubber, but do
them as thoroughly as the rest. Do your armpits, and don’t worry
about shaving, we’ll get to that later. Reach back for your back,
left and right, do it well, and already you’re feeling cleaner,
feeling fresher. Do your stomach and sides, and make sure you get
your belly button.

Isn’t this nice, honey? Isn’t this warm and
intimate? Do you know how wonderful it is for me to give you a
bath, to treat you like my very own special girl, to share this
time? I love to be intimate with you, even more than I love to be
sexual with you, though sexuality is intimate of course, and
intimacy is sexy. Still there is a difference, and right now is so
very intimate, so very close, and I just want to climb in there
with you. I’m not going to though, not this time, because this is
my time to look after you, and your time to be looked after.

So let me keep scrubbing, honey, down to your
hips and your thighs and your vulva. That’s right, honey. Raise a
leg so I can get in between, every inch must be clean. And the
scrubber is rougher on your clit than it was on your nipples, and
you have to spread those pretty lips to get every last crevice, and
down lower over your tight little anus, and raise both legs to get
each buttock, left and right, full and firm, scrubbed hard until
they blush pink. Beautiful.

Remember last time your ass blushed for me?
Remember the stinging smacks, how you wiggled and struggled but had
to take each one. This time is much nicer, isn’t it? Much more
tender, much more gentle, and yet still a reminder of how you felt
that time. The memory brings back those feelings, and mixes them up
with what you’re feeling now, all warm and clean and relaxed. The
truth is you’ve been cleansed both times, purified as Bike Girl
was. The truth is you need each side, up and down, hard and soft,
yin and yang, you and me. And now your thighs, scrubbed down, top
and bottom and all around, special attention to the back of the
knee. Calves scrubbed just the same, and then each foot, top and
bottom, and your ankles, and each little toe. Don’t forget to do in
between.

Clean now, top to toe, but not done yet. Time
for the razor now. Armpits first, do them carefully, do them
smooth. I like a girl’s armpits clean, clean. Do left and do right,
and when they’re done check them, run a hand over to make sure
there’s no stubble. Clean up any you find, and then we’re done.
Legs next, long, smooth strokes. Do you wax? Today you're shaving.
Take it slow, do them justice. Shaving is like stripping, and a
freshly stripped woman is extra naked, extra sexy.

And you know what’s coming next, don’t you?
You know I’m going to have you do your pussy too. You know you’re
going to come out of this bath as naked as the day you were born.
And you know I like this honey, but not for the reason you think. I
do like smooth legs and smooth armpits, but I also like to know I’m
with a woman, a mature, ripe and fertile woman. I don’t want the
illusion that I’m with a prepubescent girl, not where it
counts.

And so go ahead, honey. Start on your pubic
hair. Do you do this as a part of your routine, is it just a matter
of cleaning up the stubble? Or do you never shave your pussy at
all? Do you have to take your time on it, go slowly and carefully?
I would like to know my dear, as much as I’m sure you would like to
know why it is I’m shaving you, even though I prefer women
au
naturale
between the legs. So I’ll tell you what, you shave,
take your time, and I will explain while you do. It’s very simple
really, and it has nothing to do with what I like, or what you
like. It has everything to do with the way this relationship works,
which is that I get to be in charge, I get to make the decisions on
the most intimate topics imaginable, like whether you shave your
pubic hair or not. What matters is not which way I prefer it, what
matters is you make a physical change to demonstrate that yes, you
agree, I get to make the decisions.

Say “Yes,” for me honey. “Yes.”

“Yes sir, you get to decide.”

And keep shaving. Get it all, get it smooth,
good girl.

So because of the way this is working, with
so much time between my
now
and yours, I can’t know whether
you normally go around shorn or unshorn, not now, not yet. And so
the only way to guarantee that you’re going to make a change is to
start with you shaved, and then have you grow it back in. That way
you make a change for sure, and that way I get to have you the way
I want you, when the change is finally done.

And you do know how very much I want to have
you, don’t you honey? Very much, indeed.

Au naturale
. Today you’re shaving for
me, after today you won’t ever shave again. And the whole time that
it’s all growing back, every day of longer and longer hair, you’ll
be reminded of the reason you’re going through the exercise, which
is because I want you to and for no other reason. You’ll be
reminded when you dress in the morning, and when you strip at
night. You’ll be reminded when you take a shower, and especially
when you take a bath. You’ll be reminded every time it occurs to
you to think of it, and it will occur to you to think about it
often, because you’re going to find yourself even more obsessed
with this, obsessed with me, than you have ever been before.

And that’s saying a lot, isn’t it honey.
Because you and I both know how your thoughts turn to me at the
most unusual times. We both know the flood of arousal that hits you
at random moments in the middle of the day, whenever you look at a
door, our door, whenever you go stand on the road that connects us.
Those things make you think of our journey, and they make you
wonder
what is he doing now? Now?

But that’s for tomorrow, that obsession, and
this is tonight, this is bath time, intimate time, not sex time.
And so once you’re done shaving, once your pussy is clean and
smooth, we’re going to carry on with bath time. Water out, shower
on, time to rinse, starting with your hair. First rinse just takes
off what’s left of the soap, face and neck and arms. Body, front
and back, and between your buttocks, and down each leg. Are you
having trouble reading this and showering at the same time? I’m
smiling as I think of you doing it, slightly silly, isn’t it? But
fun, very fun, and only you and I will know. So now we’re going to
wash your lovely tresses. Head under the shower again, shampoo in
and scrub it hard, squeeze the suds through, get them everywhere,
and then rinse, rinse it so well, and do it again, with half as
much shampoo this time. That’s the key to rinse and repeat, using
half as much the second time. Squeeze it through again, and I’m
sure your fingers and toes are getting wrinkled by now. That’s
okay, honey, because we’re almost done, though we’d both like this
to last forever.

Second rinse now, for all of you, water on
full, notch up the heat, and go over every last part of you,
slowly, slowly, getting all the places soap can stick. Get your
hair soaked, get behind your ears. Do the underside of your
breasts, and it’s alright if you jump as the spray comes across
your nipples. Get your belly and back, and get up between the
cheeks of your ass, and your pussy, and all around. Get between
each finger, and get between each toe, and smile because you’re
done at last, spic and span.

Water off and out of the bath and into the
first warm, fluffy towel. Dry off your body, face, left arm, right
arm, back, front, left leg, right leg, both feet all ten toes, and
both hands, and then do your hair. Wrap the towel around your hair
when you’re done, wrap the second towel around you, and off to your
bed.

And then - towels off, PJs on. Slide yourself
down between the sheets, and feel me tucking you in, making sure
you’re as snug and safe as you are pink and clean. Feel me hug you,
big and easy. Feel me kiss you on the cheek, and you can smile and
giggle and get another kiss, just for being so cute, so special, so
mine. Feel me look at you with warmth and tenderness, feel the
specialness of
now
, feel the intimacy of this moment that is
yours and mine and no-one else’s.

And snuggle down to sleep tight, and know
that I am watching over you.

Dance Girl

Club time.
I love the music, that dark
pounding beat that turns on the heat, sets up the groove, drives my
body to move. I love the scene, lights and lasers, smoke and
mirrors, hot boys and hotter girls, flash passion on the floor with
some random Romeo. It pumps my mind to bump and grind, and what
gets me wet isn’t the men but my power over them. Hook him in,
tease him hard, rub him with my bouncing body, spin around, arch my
back and feel my victory, hard through his jeans against my ass,
then spin again, back into the circled girl-twirl, seal him out,
ignore him while his lust goes limp.

I watch him leave, then ride the dance
trance, grinding chicks until I need another power fix. I’m a sex
vixen vampire, out all night stealing men’s souls, then home at
dawn to crash behind closed curtains for the day. Sunday’s sunlight
sears me. More to say the day’s mundane demands suck my spirit dry.
Monday morning strikes like lightning and I rise up from the slab,
head into the lab. I slip on my dark glasses, show up for my
classes but that woman isn’t me. She’s differential undead, a
female form phantasm, with curves unintegrated, heated under
constant pressure, and in thermodynamic equilibrium with Hell.
Physics resonates but class work is nothing but viscous drag.

Friday freedom, dance trance. It’s a six hour
orgasm and the floor is packed with sweat and sex. I’m here to
claim what’s mine, and I measure my night by the boys I score,
though I’ve always lost track by twelve. I dress in class-trash,
tight little slut-skirt and fuck-me-now boots, show enough to make
them want me, style enough to be out of their league. Dance trance.
They want to fuck me but I’m a show-girl not a go-girl, married to
the music and ever faithful to the beat. I get all I need in their
desire, and ride the rhythm all night long. Do it, do it hard, play
it loud, pound it in me, slam me with ten thousand watts
root-mean-square. I have my place, right where the big bass driver
makes the very air shake.

Pump it up, pump it out, pump it in me. I
spin up and do the splits on the speaker's top, feel the bass beat
my body right where I need it most and shudder through the climax,
jerking to the music. In that instant every man’s fantasy is that
I’m coming right in front of them, little knowing that I really am.
Spin back down before I’m caught, I’m not allowed to do it, I just
need to. Fuck them all, and every cock is hard as rock, as I rock
hard for them, even if it's too dark to see the dirtier details of
my depraved display.

Fuck yes, I’m a dirty girl for someone still
a virgin. I lock eyes with uber-jock, hard muscle ready to tussle,
a tall-lean-square double-dare. I let him scope me, want to grope
me, let him dance over, then slide my hands down his arms, feel his
strength. He moves well, and I can tell his body will know what to
do. I let him kiss me so I know he'll miss me, and my entire body
is electrified as the high-voltage sparks fly. I turn around and
give him the bump-and-grind, arch my back. I look over my shoulder,
see his face, know that he’d fuck me on the floor, if he could, if
I would. I give it to him until he’s ready to blow and then I go,
spin-spin back into the girl-twirl, my bass-bouncing chastity belt.
I’m so energized I double up the beat, moving to the centre so he
can’t follow, moving too fast for him if he did. He tries to get in
for more of my sin, but he fails to penetrate, leaves the tease in
defeat and I score another notch for me. The light show flickers in
my eyes, blurring out the world as the beat pounds my brain.
Take that, my leaving, lusting, love loser.
I’m the hottest
slut in the room and I know it.

Dance trance, change tracks. I jump back to
the fundamental frequency, move my body, let the lights streak as
the world spins. The music shifts and I drop into rhythm with this
gorgeous girl. She’s just my height, just my build but light to my
darkness with deep blue eyes and pure blonde hair. We phase-lock,
push and pull, put on a private semi-sex show. She spins me around
and we grind together, her snatch against my ass as hot as any
denim-caged cock. This is my power, this is my moment, this gets
the eyes back on my body where they belong, and I work her like a
stripper on the pole. Every woman in here is dressed to kill and
moves to thrill, but the girl-girl double play trumps them all.