The Nanny

THE NANNY

It’s been a year since I posted the initial chapters of this storyline, time for another chapter or so to update Jo’s transformation and obedience for her Master while spending their extended holiday in Europe.

Chapter Fourteen

Spreading the damp fluffy, white towel across the backless stool, straddling it and gazing toward the large illuminated mirror decorating the wall behind the Victorian era vanity, Jo’s barely seated when she hears the expected footsteps approaching from the hallway.  The bedroom door opening from behind her, the two women quietly step in, walking toward either side of the stool.  Following Master’s wishes, she’s been sent the pair of women to assist with her preparations for the evening, his Dominatrix friend along with her younger submissive.  Remaining silent herself, Jo ignores their reflections in the mirror, staring at her own image, her dark hair slicked severely back across her scalp, her body void of any jewelry, anywhere, including her multiple piercings.  Just freshly bathed, toweled off with the towel now beneath her but still a glistening dampness shimmering across her bare flesh, glancing closer she can barely make out from the mirror’s reflection just the faintest remnants of the lash, the bruising and discolorations scarcely discernable crisscrossing her globular breasts from a previous disciplining session by Master from a few days past. 

The submissive girl immediately attending to the vanity’s supplies, pouring a generous amount of body lotion into the Dominatrix’s waiting open palm, she steps back and kneels as her Mistress positions herself toward the side of the stool, cupping Jo’s elbow.  Slowly raising Jo’s right arm upward, leveling out at shoulder height, the dark haired Dominatrix begins to gently rub the body lotion across Jo’s bare shoulder as she quietly but firmly orders.  “Remain silent… Just face forward for me.”

Practically ignoring the woman’s black leather attired image reflecting back from the mirror, but immediately obeying her command, Jo also continues focusing on her own reflection, studying only her own image, of the teenage kid, the sophisticated woman, the submissive sub, and yes, even the budding Dominatrix in herself.  All a separate part of her, most nurtured within the past year, she passively sits straddled across the thick white towel covering the stool while she feels the Dom’s coated hand gliding across her bare flesh, feeling the soothingly massaging pleasance of the lotion while thinking back on the past year running the spectrum.  At times treated like a whore, other times cared for like royalty, being disciplined, doing the disciplining, she’s quickly learned to adapt to her coexistence with Master DeSade.  She’s actually finding herself not only accepting, but wanting, anticipating his attention, accepting pain or pleasure, learning the razor sharp fine line between the two, sometimes both melded into one giving the most exhilarating experiences, submitting to his utter dominance over her while learning to equally enjoy the dominance he allows her to have over others.

       While the seemingly shy but obedient assistant remains kneeling, leaning between Jo’s parted knees, a token nod from the Dom and her oiled hands begin sliding both Jo’s legs gently apart, caressingly smoothing lotion between the spreading thighs, the oil dripping across the damp, fluffy white towel practically scrapping the carpet.  Her probing fingers massaging, sliding, manipulating across Jo’s freshly shaven pubic mound, also with hints of discoloring from the previous use of the crop, the girl’s gentle touch is more then stimulating as her flexing fingers probes deeper, flicks the sensitive folds, slips inward, circles but doesn’t quite touch the fully exposed clitoris.

Not at all expecting this sort of treatment, but realizing Master must want her on the edge, aroused even before he offers her up to his friends, holding back a moan as the Dom’s fingers glide across her neck, beneath her ears, Jo silently lowers her arms down behind her back, grips the stool through the wrinkling towel while succumbing to the soothing attention.  Arching her shoulders further back as the Dominatrix repositions herself, steps behind her, Jo feels the nimble hands reaching around and cupping, the flexing fingers massaging the scented oil across her globular breasts, one before the other, drenching them in lotion, manipulating, squeezing the firm mounds as the titillated nipples swell, jiggle from the caressing touches.

Closing her eyes, gently nibbling across her lower lip, she allows the sensations of the multiple hands roaming her naked body to resonate across her tingling flesh as she reflexively presses her breasts further upward, slides her legs a little further apart.  Quietly moaning under her breath, hazily glancing down toward the top of the young girl’s head while her own fingers tightly clench the stool behind her, her hips quivering, Jo arches her responding body outward, almost spread-eagled as she bows her shoulders further back while intentionally spreading her quivering thighs as wide as she can across the flat stool giving both women total access of her naked body as she finally positions herself, obtains a degree of self control as she holds her body rigid.

Glancing again toward the mirror, the reflections of the women caressing her, pleasuring in the expertise of the women’s roving hands, the exhilarating attention her naked body’s being given by the pair, glancing again toward their reflections individually, Jo can’t help admitting to herself that they’re both more then attractive in their own right.  The youthful assistant virtually revealed in her paltry white, loosely fitting translucent garb, certainly pretty but not quite as big breasted, maybe not quite as slender either, Jo analyzes, compares the sub’s body to her own, the girl’s more like the teen that she is, unlike herself even though their age’s are nearly identical.  Feeling a kind of attraction to her almost innocent appearance, certainly to her sensitive touch, Jo momentarily thinks of the possibilities, maybe even enjoying an intimacy with her later, maybe sometime soon when this night’s behind them, maybe even as her submissive while in a Dominatrix mode herself.

But, for now Jo realizes its Master DeSade having herself prepared for the submissive role tonight.  Knowing her psyche, her lack of inhibitions, her vanity, he’s most certainly expecting her to be quite the flaunting submissive for the evening’s festivities when he’s introducing her to his close circle of European friends. 

Continuing to stare toward the mirror, enjoying the caressing, arching and stretching as she studies herself, brazenly exposing what she so arrogantly realizes is a flawless, womanly body, and all natural, she’s beginning to feel the excitement, anticipating the responses she’s going to receive as she flaunts her physical attributes, not to mention her mental toughness while being subjected to whatever the upcoming discipline session brings.  The incredible pampering getting her into the state of mind, anticipating the coming exhibition, she’s struck with the urge to tantalize the Dom, to tease her, give her something to be jealous about even, let her compare her to her teen assistant.  Maybe show her how a real submissive can look, especially with a real woman’s body.

Watching the mirror as her twitching body reflexively responds, she’s feels the stirring building deep inside, finding herself succumbing to the massages along with the excitement of the unknown, the mounting anticipation of the forthcoming evening of subjugated submissiveness in front of Master’s friends.  Glancing toward the Dom’s reflection, the urge mounting she knows she’s safe from any repercussions with her, at least for now, after all the evening’s activities belong to Master, and with his vanity he certainly wants her presented looking her best.

Smiling to herself, spreading her thighs, gently rocking her hips she arches her breasts outward into the Dom’s manipulating hands.  Probing her tingling nipples across the caressing fingers, a not so discreet moan or two and she feels her sexual urges mounting as she begins to flaunt herself in earnest while watching her own naked body reflexively tremble, quiver in the mirror’s reflection.

       Squinting her eyes, slipping her fingers from the stool and slowly raising her arms seductively above her head, letting her hands gently sway ever so gently from side to side as her fingers interlock, she tilts her head forward while hazily glancing down toward the sensations of the girl’s probing fingers spreading, working the lotion across her pubic mound.  Teasingly parting her legs a little further apart until they her thighs almost ache, arching her pubic mound noticeably forward on the covered stool, she feels the girl’s fingertips gliding downward across the puffy labium folds barely spreading apart around her exposed clitoris.  Catching a look from the kneeling girl, giving her just the slightest hint of a smile, she lets her lips seductively part, quietly mouth.  “Use them on me girl!...  Use those fingers down there!””

Still flexing her hips forward once, then a second time while spreading them even wider across the towel and offering an unobstructed access to her pulsing clitoris, Jo deeply inhales as she glides just the tip of her curling tongue back and forth across the edge of her upper lip trailing across the moistness from the remnants of the shower.  A couple more gentle movements of her hips across the towel, spreading and pressing her spreading slit against the girl’s fingers, the not so sublime message to masturbate her clit is blatantly obvious.

       Noticing the girl’s expression returning what appears to be just a hint of a brief grin herself, even hopefully acknowledgement, feeling the hand just momentarily resting, the pressure of the fingers slowly releasing, the girl appears to take a moment or so before tilting her head away.  Heart pounding in her chest, Jo waits, then feels the pressing sensation of the fingertips being manipulated, flicked across her pulsing clitoris, and with an obvious straightforward purpose. The long manicured nails scrapping across, tweaking, tugging, flicking the responding nub as it swells, sends instant tingling shocks rippling through her womb.  Moaning, twisting her head, the engorging nub of her clit being masturbated, the labium folds spreading, Jo feels a finger twisting upwards as its tip presses inside her spreading slit.  Squinting her eyes, arching back, Jo’s exhilarated with the kneeling girl’s obvious knowledge of a woman’s body, the manipulations of her index finger pressing further inward while curling, flicking, expertly locating that most sensitive spot.

Also still feeling the Dom’s hands massaging her chest, her bare shoulders pressed against with the added sensation of the Dom’s leather covered breasts flattening against her backside, Jo moans, nibbles across her lower lip as she feels her own breasts quivering as they’re being drenched with even more lotion, thumbs and fingers circling, tweaking her nipples simultaneously.  No longer just a calculated act, letting out a rasping moan, gently swaying between the pair of women as her hands part, her fingers flex, her arms slowly drifting downwards, spread outward from her sides.  Feeling the initial stirring deep in the pit of her stomach, the tingling in her womb as her naked body reflexively quivers from the multiple manipulations, she can’t hold back her rasping moans as she again grips the stool under the fluffing towel.   “Uuummm… Ohhhhh!... Aaaaahhhh!!”

       “Jo!...... Jo!”  The voice barely breaks the near silence, not much more then whispers as the Dom’s hands cupping Jo’s breasts momentarily halt while still firmly gripping both lotion covered mounds.  “You’re being bad!”

Barely comprehending as she feels the kneeling girl’s fingertip working her, curling upward behind her arching pubic bone still pressing, circling deep inside her quivering vagina, feeling the ’G’ spot manipulated, her eyes clenched shut, her stomach rippling, Jo can’t help twitching as she rasps.  “Hu... Huh?... Bad?””

“Time to prepare you for Master DeSade… Dress you up as he’s instructed.”  Again she hears the woman’s soft, quiet voice coming from behind as the cupped hands gently meld her breasts a couple more times before resting again.  “And there’s no time to cum… Girl.”  She whispers.  “Have to get you ready for what’s going to be quite the evening for you and Master DeSade.”

“Uummm… Huh hu… Uummmm!”  Moaning, thighs trembling as she pumps her pubic mound forward, grinding her buttocks back and forth across the ruffled towel, feeling the firm finger still expertly masturbating her already moist slit, she practically ignores the hands slipping off from her breasts as the Dom steps back away.  “Aaaaahhhhh!!... Uuuuummmmm!”

“Okay Jo!... That’s enough!... Time to stand up… Face me… And quit being so naughty!... And you!.... Stop!”  Again the woman’s voice, this time a little sterner as the girl’s fingers slip from between Jo’s quivering thighs as she too, stands and steps aside.  “Now stand and face me Jo!”

Knees weakening, heart pounding, the stimulating massage almost instantly halted on the verge of her climaxing, shakily sliding her hands to either side of the stool, moaning while trying to collect herself, lifting upwards, turning away from the smirking young attendant Jo glances toward the small black garment being held up in front of her, the centerpiece of her clothing for the evening.  Glancing at the Dom’s smirking expression, again toward the tiny lace corset, it registers she’s suppose to fit into the thing as she takes a closer look as the Dom holds it outward for her to see.  Black laced and ribbed, the laces still open, yet the midriff’s narrow, actually much more then narrow.  The short straps in place of a garter belt hanging down, sway from its bottom hem as the Dom nods, motions Jo forward as she steps to meet her halfway.

“Let’s slip this thing around you… Your Master wants it cinched all the way up until it’s completely closed.”  Twisting the garment around, glancing at its spread backside, the Dom’s slow nod’s obvious.  “Damn Jo… This thing’s less then twenty inches around!... I think eighteen when it’s cinched shut… I can’t believe you’re going to fit into it!”  Holding it out, brushing it across Jo’s stomach, the upper hem of the material presses below, then up beneath the firm mounds as the Dom lifts her hands.  Jo’s glistening breasts jaunting out, lift upward while folding across the stiff hem as the Dom orders.  “Well let’s try it… Go ahead, turn around now… And raise those arms up over your head again.”

Slowly turning in a foggy obedience, thighs still trembling, Jo sees the girl stepping almost uncomfortably close, still with a slight smirk on her face.  Slowly raising her arms as her bare breasts sway, bounce she feels the corset spreading around her waist from behind, the attendant in front of her reaching out, tweaking both thickening nipples between her thumbnails and fingernails, tugging upwards and apart, the hem of the corset slipping beneath the stretching, glistening globes.

Feeling the strings being drawn, drawing in from the bottom eyelets of the tightening corset pressing across the small of her back, Jo’s naked body flinches with each tug, each pull of the crisscrossing laces.  The top hem of the corset pressing beneath her spreading breasts with each tightening loop of the lace rising behind her back, she feels her slim stomach becoming even slimmer, her navel flexing just below the bottom hemline sinking into her glistening flesh.  Her hands swaying above her head, biting her lip, staring into the girl’s piercing eyes returning her gaze, the tightening corset closes up across her back, surrounds her ribcage as her nipples ache between the girl’s nails as her breasts bulge out in front of her.

“Deep breath… Then exhale and hold that tummy in… Completely.”

Obeying, inhaling, exhaling as she clenches her fists above her head, she feels the tightening laces tugged, jerking the edges of the back of the corset together, her stomach cramping, her breasts bulging, spreading apart as they’re released from the girl’s grip.

“Hold still Jo… I can’t fucking believe it actually does fit… Damn!”  The Dom smirks, slowly shaking her head from side to side.  “Let me tie it off while I still can.”

Twisting her head, glancing down between her ballooning breasts jaunting straight outwards, both nipples imprinted with the outlines of the girl’s fingernails, unable to see her cinched waistline below the upper portion of the rigid hemline of the corset, Jo grunts, the last gasp of air escaping her lungs, her body tensioning as she tiptoes, shuffles her feet.

“Silk stockings next Jo… Push that left foot out…  That’s it… Hold still now.”

Again unhesitantly following her instructions, positioning herself as she sways, she balances with her arms twisting above her head.  Swaying, balancing, Jo watches the assistant kneeling, slipping the black nylon across her raised foot.  Slipped past her ankle, tugged above her knee and adjusted across her thigh, Jo lowers her foot as the black straps are snapped from front and rear as the girls hands slip between the spread slit of her thighs, brushes across her still tingling labium folds.  Twitching, lowering her foot back onto the floor, she hears the Dom’s next command.  “Other leg now.”

Again  Jo balancing with foot raised in the air, the second stocking’s slid up across her calve, her thigh, snapped front and back to the straps on the bottom of the corset by the girl who lets her fingers teasingly flick across the bare clit.  Practically stumbling, Jo catches herself, lowering her hands to the fronts of her thighs just beside her twitching pubic mound.  Glancing down toward the girl’s smirk, then toward the mirror, the silhouettes of the three of them staring back, Jo’s waist appears almost that of a caricature.  Just a wisp between her hips, breasts, a true form of an hour glass figure, her already large breasts jaunt outward, firm, globular, separating above the black lace.  Shaven pubic mound, boyish buttocks, her body still glistens, tanned, flawless.

“Sit Jo… Make-up time.”  The Dom orders as her assistant without being told steps toward the front of the dresser, aligns what’s needed.

Squatting, her bare buttocks spreading across the ruffled towel, her slit sliding across the towel still tingles from the contact.  Seated facing the mirror, arms to her sides as the girl begins carefully applying the foundation; Jo’s eyes connect again with the Dom’s through the mirror.  Arching her shoulders back, resting her hands on the back of the stool to get a good look of her hourglass waist line, she slowly grinds her clit against the stool while allowing her breasts to bulge above the top of the confining corset, the areolas spreading apart, shimmering as the nubs of her aching nipples have become virtually flat while barely quivering with each halting breath.  Catching a smirk, a slow nod as the Dom recognizes her little game, Jo smiles, again softly flicks her tongue across her upper lip, daringly returning the Dom’s stare.

“You like to live dangerously… Don’t you… Jo?”

Still staring at the mirror, both reflections, Jo enjoys the Dom’s response, revels antagonizing her as she silently grins while her eye shadow, rouge is being applied.  The next couple minutes, her makeup almost done, and perfect so far, she admires her reflection thinking the girl’s obviously an expert in more then one thing.  Barely shaking her shoulders, her breasts gently swaying from side to side, a slight giggle and she arches her shoulders even further back, places her left hand above her right hand all the way behind her onto the back of the stool as her thighs again twitch across the ruffled towel.  As deep of breathe as possible, arching, her breasts sway above the top of the corset’s concealed hemline. 

Glancing toward the Dom, giving a defiant grin, Jo can’t help herself as she purrs.  “Wouldn’t you just love to work these… These here real good… Mistress?”  Staring down toward her glistening breasts lifting up out of the corset, another smile toward the mirror as the girl continues the final touches of the makeup, Jo glances from one glistening mound to the other, rasps.  “Look how big and firm they are… Even bigger then your girl’s here!... But then… These aren’t yours are they?… They’re for Master DeSade’s pleasure… Too bad, huh?”

A returning smirk, the Dom folds her arms across her chest, her own breasts pressing outward beneath the black leather body suit, she smugly answers.  “Ohh!… I don’t know about that sweetheart!... Didn’t you know?... Master DeSade has requested that I assist him with you this evening… He wants me to present you...”  A smirk herself, still staring into the mirror as Jo’s make-up’s finally complete, the Dom adds.  “And yes… I am going to give those tits of yours some considerable attention once we’re downstairs, dear, thrust me!…  But first, gloves and heels… Let’s get you done… And I promise… I’m going to get well acquainted with that rack of yours!”

       A hesitant giggle from the girl as she’s straightening the top of the dresser, Jo catches the smirk of the Dom from the reflecting mirror.  Becoming rigid on the stool she feels the instant knotting in her stomach, her heartbeat escalating a beat or two as the intriguing comments sink in.  Noticing the girl retrieving a box, slipping a pair of black stilettos, matching sleeve length black gloves from it, the feeling’s not of fear, or even nervousness.  The feelings boarder on intoxicating.  Her adrenaline flowing, it’s been awhile since Mater DeDade’s allowed a Dominatrix to use her, and it seems it’s going to be done in front of an audience to boot!

The next couple minutes spent slipping the heels on goes rather easily.  The tightly stretching gloves are another story.  Rolled up across her talcum sprinkled arms one at a time, the long sleeves twisted, tugged as even more talcum’s applied to just under her armpits; Jo continues to stare into the mirror, nervously anticipating as her arms tingle one by one, become almost numb as they are encased, forced to remain virtually straight in the impossibly tight fitting gloves.

       “Okay… Stand Jo… Face me!... And push those tits you’re so proud of out here for me!”

       The voice no longer soft, now more of that of a Dominatrix, Jo slides her buttocks forward across the stool, the towel dragging, momentarily puckering between her butt cheeks before dropping to the floor as she awkwardly stands, her hands slumped down toward her sides, the gloves now like a second skin covering her tingling arms.  Obediently turning, facing the Dom, she adjusts her shoulders back, assumes a seductive position with her breasts thrusting outward as instructed, spreading apart above the tightly cinching corset, almost like an offering.  Knowing the proper attitude of a submissive, assuming that role, she lets her lips part to form a slight oval as she feels her breasts almost tingling, feels the anticipation of the Dom keeping her promise, centering her attention on the quivering globes, envisioning the pain soon to be inflicted upon them.

       Glancing toward the assistant, nodding toward the lotion, the Dom orders.  “Coat those tits of hers… I want that oil to be dripping off those nipples when I take her down stairs.”

       Grabbing the jar, stepping in front of Jo, the girl lets the oil flow, drip, streak across the bare breasts, back and forth, from armpit to armpit, from just below her neck.  Reaching out, hand on sternum, pressing one breast aside while drenching the other, sliding the hand through the oil, pressing that soaked globe, she drenches the other.  Oil streaking, dripping from both puckered nipples, the girl reaches down, swabs a couple oiled fingers between Jo’s thighs, across the engorged nub of her clit, gives a playful twist or two before letting go.

       “Follow me.”  The Dom orders.  “Master DeSade’s waiting down stairs… With his friends… And you’ll want to thank me later for soaking those tits… I have a feeling they’re in for quite the workout tonight!... Matter of fact… I’m certain they are!”  Glancing toward the sub, she adds.  “You stay here… Bath and prepare for when we return.”

       Can’t helping herself from pressing her thighs together, the sensations resonating through her womb from her throbbing clit, Jo catches herself, watches as the Dom turns toward the hallway, obediently follows.

End Chapter 14