1. The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 3


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    art?” “Yes, Matthew. I want to paint a tree near a barb-wire fence. It’s in the corner of a farmer’s field on the Old County Road. The tree’s shape is very unique and there are blue morning glories bravely growing on the crooked weathered fencepost and around the sharp points of the wire.” “I really am too lenient by letting you call me Master pretty little slut when Sir will do. Nevertheless I’m proud of the progress you’ve made in embracing your submissive nature. Therefore I will make an exception when we are alone if it makes you happy. You may stand. Into the shower with you; keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise.” Matthew started by shampooing my hair massaging the rich lather into my scalp before rinsing thoroughly. Next was my conditioner which he left in after twisting my hair up and holding it in place with a large claw hair clip. My Master washed me slowly with his hands; lathering me up with my Dove soap and pausing frequently to kiss my lips as he washed my neck and shoulders; my breasts and tummy as he worked his way down to my pussy massaging me well all over with the creamy soapy lather.....I kept my eyes closed as he commanded. I had a gentle little orgasm in the shower as Matthew caressed me with his soapy hands. My Master was aware exactly what he was doing to me, “So my pretty slut had a little orgasm. This pleases me greatly Chastity, thank you for that gift” and he kissed my lips long and deep. Once I was rinsed completely of the soap, ...
    Matthew removed my handcuffs and then reached around the shower curtain to drop them on the bath mat, “You may open your eyes to wash me, blue eyes.” “Yes, Master,” I replied opening my eyes and putting my arms around his neck to kiss his lips as he gently crushed me to his hard body in his muscular arms,” Will you close your eyes for me please,” and he did replying teasingly, “Yes, Mistress.” I washed and rinsed Matthew’s hair first, what little that was left on his head after of his high and tight regulation Marine haircut. My husband has the start of a receding hairline. He recently started wearing his hair long and saturated with hair grease. Donald combs it back into a ducktail like a fifties hoodlum; Yuk, but the heck with him anyway. It was down to the serious business with my Master as I washed his hard and buff body; starting with his neck and back and shoulders; lathering and massaging the lather from his Pear’s transparent soap onto his skin. I paused to kiss his lips frequently as I washed him; remembering the story of the closet monster; that was so precious and I love him even more if that is all possible. My Master’s stomach is washboard hard from the hundreds of sit-ups he does daily....as I said, the Major commands by example. I got down on my knees to wash it and everything down below to his feet and then back up to wash and squeeze his hard ass most disrespectfully as my Master, playfully as my lover, saving his manhood, the best for last. I washed his hard cock ...
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