At an arm's reach Kitty now stood seemingly will-less before me. With her head slightly bowed she was transfixed on the semi-erect phallus that had just ass-raped her mother. I could only assume she had never seen such a thing. Even with her soft strawberry-blonde bangs falling across her face it was easy to see what an attractive young woman she was.
Kitty was obviously built from her mother's exquisite genes with a very similar shape, only slightly taller and naturally thinner. Just looking at her it was evident she had everything necessary to make for a real prize. All she lacked in reaching her full potential was the time to ripen and for someone to take an interest in over-seeing her development.
As I pondered Kitty's future, both the immediate and long term I heard Barbara emit a faint sigh. Apparently she had regaining enough of her senses to grasp what was likely to happen within mere moments. The trepidation on her face was obvious as she watched her daughter's approach to a point of no turning back.
"Kathy...Kathy," Barbara repeated trying to draw her daughter's attention away from me, but she was unsuccessful. "Please don't," she added now hoping to dissuade me from my apparent intentions.
"What?" I asked wanting to hear exactly what she had on her mind as I placed my hand under Kitty's chin, lifting her face to read her emotions.
Within Kitty's telling eyes I could see the depth of her mischievous curiosity. Responsively my blood coursed, steadily refueling my sexual desire. Within an instant I sensed the weight and rigidity of a re-born erection.
In Barbara's prolonged silence and with my focus now being on my new interest I had almost forgotten she was present. Evidently Pet had regressed from her earlier outspoken behavior as she just couldn't bring herself to explicitly verbalize what was on her mind. I suppose that with the subject being what it was and with her daughter being present it was just too much for her to handle.
"Mr. Saston," Barbara ultimately forced her self to say, causing me to glance aside to see her moving in my direction. My pet still looked very naughty, partially – lewdly naked and completely fucked out with a strange expression on her face.
Almost brazenly and yet timidly she stepped into my side melting her fragrant fleshy self into me. "Please," she whispered into my ear while aggressively wrapping her hand around my hardening cock-shaft and squeezing as if trying to lay claim to my meat. "Can I please have more?"
Quite frankly I was surprised by her style and pleased with her resourcefulness. She had coped the best way she knew how. As a reward of sorts I decided to play along thus postponing Kitty's initiation. At the present she just couldn't compete with an older woman's years of experience.
"What do you have in mind?"
Silently Barbara took the lead and without so much as a second's hesitation stepped towards the house never relaxing her grip effectively pulling me in tow.
As we neared the house I paused against her pull. "Another fucking...please," she again whispered hoping to keep her daughter from hearing just how low she had sunk.
"Very well, but first I'll shower," I answered resuming to allow her to tow me inside. I felt like a predator being lured from the nest by a seemingly crippled mother bird.
Once inside Barbara wasted little time in escorting me to her bathroom. I knew she wanted my attentions as far removed from her daughter as possible and would likely do anything to hold my interest.
Barbara hurriedly gathered what I would need to clean up and then made an effort to excuse herself, but I wouldn't allow it. I made it clear that she was to shower with me so that she could bathe me.
"Strip," I commanded and as obediently as I would've expected my pet began to peel away her feminine attire. I took great pleasure in watching her disrobe; the unplanned, unrehearsed, sensual way she moved just came naturally to her. Even though I had already seen, to a large degree, what an attractive female specimen she was. As she stripped her self naked I couldn't have been more pleased with the detail of what I saw except of course for her overly hairy pussy.
"You're going to do very nicely," I complimented. "And with some discipline you'll make a very suitable slave – won't you?"
For more than a few seconds Barbara neglected to answer and for her silence I smacked her pearly-pink bottom hard enough to elicit a surprised squeaky, "Ouch!"
"Yes Sir...I'm sorry," she finally said flashing her eyes up at me before quickly looking back down.
"Quite," I replied, explaining that when I asked a question I expected an immediate answer. "Now, shave that mangy bush," I ordered telling her that today she would shave her self bare, but that in the future it would be permissible to keep her self neatly trimmed to within a quarter inch. Through time and experience I'd found that a little pubic bristle constantly catching in a woman's silk panties had the effect of always keeping a sexual thought fore front in her mind.
Although my pet was blushed with reluctance she dutifully went about following my instructions. After seating her self on the toilet seat cover, although she had no choice but to spread her sumptuous thighs, as modestly as possible she began to carefully snip away her naturally long, dark auburn pubes.
While she did so, I began instructing her on the new house rules and the codes of conduct she was to follow. Primary to all that I told her was that she was to share my instructions with her daughter, so that as I trained one I would be training two.
"You will also share all of your womanly knowledge and experiences with Kitty plus the detail of our intimacies. What I demand of you now – I'll expect from her in the future," I said being pleased at the sight of Barbara's clippings settling on the floor between her sexy feet.
Once Barbara realized that Kitty was to be included in my plans of domination she froze momentarily pondering what it all meant. I could only suppose what she thought in those moments, but in the end she didn't comment or question me, only laid down her scissors.
Dampening a wash cloth she then bathed her vastly improved looking crotch before smearing herself with shaving cream. Next using a lady's razor, beginning at her lower abdomen then proceeding downwards between her smooth thighs, she delicately began shaving away the last remnants of her pubic mat.
"You will maintain your figure and weight. You will always keep yourself made-up around me, looking your best as you were today when I first saw you." Beyond that I informed Barbara that while in my company, no matter when or where she was never to wear a bra or panties.
"Like wise after 7 p.m. you are only permitted to wear either a negligee or robe of my liking and always with nylons and heels. You will always sleep in the nude except for the nylons – they remain on."
Although I'm sure Barbara was imagining how drastically my rules would change her life she never looked up, choosing instead to make sure she removed every strand of hair without doing her self any harm.
"Together we'll go through your wardrobe to make sure you have everything necessary and nothing I disapprove of." To elaborate further I made it clear that when she left the house, for what ever reason, she would always dress to please the men that would see her.
