Message-ID: <15157eli$9809110056@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Under Control part fourteen of twenty eight Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35ec40bc.35502605@news.telepac.pt> Under Control - part fourteen of twenty eight by mailto: VictorBruno@mschristine.com this story remains copyright Victor Bruno, release to publish granted to Christine Stevenson. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - * * * It was several hours later that Paul began to become aware of his ultimate fate at Bel Air. Miss Mandy had issued explicit instructions to this end and had delegated Delia to carry them out. He lay on his back on a heavy bench, spreadeagled, secured by straps at his wrists and ankles. Delia, quite naked, sat on his face; she was turned towards the lower part of his body. Half-suffocated by the lush spread of her buttocks, his nose and mouth in her widened cleft, he was tonguing her constantly. His tongue, which had barely recovered after serving Miss Mandy, was aching painfully. He was in abject terror, as Delia was holding a cut throat razor; so in fear he tongued as instructed. She, meanwhile, was shaving the hair of his chest and his belly. Already she had shaved all the hair off his head, to give him the closest possible crew-cut, and had also removed the hair under his armpits. That she was very much enjoying her task, and his ministrations, he was well aware. Her soft wet flesh quivered and she uttered little gasps from time to time as she went about her work. Sometimes Paul's vision was fully obscured by the crush of the fulsome hindquarters; sometimes he was able to see the curve of her buttocks in immediate close-up just above. Terrified also of becoming aroused by her closeness he tried to concentrate his mind on something else. He shivered and shuddered as the open cut-throat razor slid over his flesh whilst Delia hummed contentedly to herself. Her task was to remove every single hair from his body . . . a preliminary to the next stage of the transformation which Miss Mandy had devised. Paul, it need hardly be said, was in a state of the keenest agitation and filled with a hopeless dread. Because he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do to change the course of events which had been planned. Delia seized his flaccid organ and gave it a painful tug. "It is lucky for you, slave," she said, "that my orders do not include cutting this off. Making you a eunuch, in fact." She ran the tip of the razor around the root of his organ and his scrotum and Paul's blood froze. Half drowning in the succulence of her, he choked out an incoherent cry of mercy. "But that would have been too easy," continued Delia. "Quite rightly, I now realise, your mistress, Miss Gloria, wishes to retain all your male faculties whilst yet, in effect, making you a woman. That will be far more arduous for you to endure. I am sure your suffering will amuse many ladies in future." With meticulous thoroughness Delia began to shave Paul's pubic hairs, keeping a firm grasp on his stretched penis. Despite the shock and humiliation, he found himself stiffening. Delia giggled and played with him with a kind of callous arrogance. "You are a randy bastard, aren't you?" she said. "Well, there soon won't be many more opportunities for this kind of self expression, I can tell you!" An even deeper despair filled Paul. He was aware, in some way, he was going to be virtually emasculated. But quite how he did not know. Delia completed the close intimate shaving of the genitalia and then, after a final tiny little shiver of pleasure, slid her lush bottom off Paul's face. Greedily he gulped in air. There had been moments when he thought the crushing female flesh would truly suffocate him as his mouth and tongue had worked incessantly. Yet he had not dared to stop for a moment. "I'll give you a sound caning if you do," his young blonde mistress had promised, "and, tender as you are, I know you wouldn't like that one little bit." Paul had been well aware of the truth of her words. Now, with breasts bouncing provocatively before him Delia completed her task by shaving his thighs and legs. "We've got to have you as smooth as a girl all the time," she said with a wicked grin, "so I'll be doing this regularly with creams. How does that take your fancy, slave?" "I . . . I . . . am in y-your hands . . . c-completely, mistress," croaked Paul. Delia nodded complacently. "That's absolutely right," she said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This story is being released as an illustrated web book, for autoresponder details of Victor Bruno Books available please contact VictorBruno@MsChristine.com http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----