Family Secrets: Part 23: S Is For Shears
Part 23: S Is For Shears
“Mistress, your bath is ready,” Chan purrs.
Catwoman walks up to the clawfoot bathtub and dips her fingertips into the water.
“Umm, yes, it is,” she purrs back.
“Would you like a drink first?”
Catwoman looks over at the unusual arrangement found in the bathroom: two (unadorned) wooden chairs surrounding a small square table. On the table were two long-stem crystal glasses and a bottle of wine.
“I had it imported when the semester began. The wine, that is. A 2009 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti.”
“Burgundy?”
“Yes, from the Montrachet. Classified as a Grand Cru, of course,” Chan meows.
“Of course,” Catwoman meows back. She walks over to the table and sets down her backpack. And walks over to Chan. “I think I will take a bath first.”
Chan instinctively undresses her mistress. She unties the belt and slips the dark blue kimono with pink blossoms and cranes off the shoulders. The silk fabric soundlessly falls to the floor. Her mistress is topless but is wearing Chan’s (also imported) Italian La Perla underwear. She kneels in her sexy French maid uniform and slowly removes the lace-trim panties. Her dark eyes covet the swollen labia. She chances a smell, moving closer. A hint of jasmine. The tip of her nose briefly touches the exposed sex.
“Oh, forgive me, Mistress!”
“You are forgiven, Chan,” she gently laughs.
Catwoman then steps into the clawfoot tub and lowers herself. The warm water covers her body and soaks her hidden areas. It feels good and oily and… scented? She lifts a hand to her nose, the bath water dripping off her fingertips, and sniffs.
“Mmm, lilac and…?”
“Lavendar, Mistress.”
Chan finds a hand sponge and using cucumber soap gel she washes her mistress. Catwoman lowers her head and feels the sponge on her back, her neck, her arms.
Her Asian servant hums to the Brandenburg Concerto that floats around the room. The only one Bach wrote for harpsichord… Concerto No. 5 in D major.
Minutes (or perhaps hours) later…
“Would you like me to stand up?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Catwoman rises from the warm, refreshing oily bath to let the Uni professor wash her chest, stomach, and legs. Then her nether regions before using the sudsy sponge between her firm butt cheeks.
Catwoman giggles.
Chan remains silent. Consumed by her task to please her mistress. Her unwavering obedience and compliance.
Catwoman twists one of her braids around her finger.
Twisting. And. Untwisting.
Observing her submissive servant. Reading her mind. Or. Trying. To.
She respects me… She admires me… She worships me…
I have compassion, no, I have passion, I have an intense yearning for her…
“Chan, I love you,” Kylie whispers.
Chan looks up with a blank stare, “Yes, Mistress?”
(She didn’t hear me)
Catwoman softly clears her throat, “I said, Chan, thank you. Now I want you to undress for me.”
Chan nods, removes the hand sponge and walks over to the table and slides one of the wooden chairs over the tiles to the middle of the bathroom.
There are faint meows from the bedroom. Kylie smiles knowing their source.
Chan sits down on the chair and removes her shiny black low heels and sets them neatly aside. Then she stands, facing her mistress, and reaches behind to unzip the French maid uniform. And in one fluid motion, she steps out of it.
“Look at you, no undergarments?”
“Does this displease my Mistress??”
“You never displease me, Chan,” Kylie whispers her name.
Then her Asian hostess turns and places one foot on the chair. She slowly rolls down the white stocking and places it inside one of her shoes. The other foot is placed on the chair. This time she turns her head to watch her Mistress watching her. Fingertips find the edge and with the help of her thumbs they roll the stocking down. It also is placed inside the other shoe.
“Come here,” the words are soft, but urgent.
Bare. Feet. Tiles. Small. Quick. Steps.
“Get in, my turn to wash you,” Catwoman purrs as silent as the night.
Chan immerses her naked body in the warm, oily scented bath water, a sigh escapes her mouth.
Catwoman fits the sponge over her hand and squirts some cucumber gel on it. She walks around the clawfoot tub, listening to Chan hum the Concerto, and gathers her servant’s long black hair and releases it over her chest. The soapy sponge works its way over her back, down her spine and around her sides.
Chan giggles.
“Are you ticklish?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
With her barehand, Catwoman teases Chan with her fingertips, moving them faintly over her ribs and under her arms. Chan hugs herself, giggling uncontrollably.
Warm water rinses her back.
“Hold your right arm out,” Catwoman instructs.
Chan obeys.
The soapy sponge follows down the biceps, over the elbow and then the forearm to her hand.
“Now your left arm.”
The pattern is repeated.
“Now cup your breasts.”
Soapy hands leave suds over them. Dark pink nipples stick out.
“Stand up!”
Water cascades off the lower body parts. Then Catwoman rinses the arms and breasts.
Under one breast she sees a dark spot. Her fingers pinch (very hard) the nipple to lift the breast.
“Ahhh!!!” Chan exclaims with pleasure.
“Umm, you have a lovely mole here,” and Catwoman moves closer to kiss it.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Any more moles?”
“Maybe,” Chan giggles.
Catwoman proceeds to wash her chest, stomach, and legs.
“Umm, I found another one! Inside your right thigh!!” and Catwoman pinches her butt.
“Ahhh!!!” Chan laughs, jumping away, the water splashes over the side.
“I thought you were accustomed a woman’s touch,” Catwoman teases.
“I am, Mistress!!”
They both laugh.
Chan watches her sexy Mistress slowly walk around the clawfoot tub, her perky breasts with dark pink nipples, long dark (braided) hair, brown chocolate eyes, firm butt, small fur patch, and… exposed lips.
Catwoman catches her servant, “Have you ever thought of shaving your kitty?”
“No,” Chan quickly answers then adds, “Mistress.”
“Stay there.”
And Chan watches this young co-ed search her bathroom and return with her shaving cream and razors she uses for her legs and underarms.
Her dark eyes go wide. Really. Wide.
Catwoman sits on the ledge and explores the Asian’s pubic mound with her hand.
“You’re ultra hairy down here between your legs.”
Chan remains silent.
Her Mistress stands back up and walks over to the table and retrieves something from her backpack.
The. Shears.
“I better prep the area first before use the razor.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Chan watches the gold-plated handles open and the silver blades close.
SNIP! (again) SNIP! (again) SNIP!
Chan kept her feet apart and stood still as the shears snipped and snipped and snipped.
Curly. Dark. Pubic. Hair. Floated. In. The. Bath. Water.
“There, that’s better,” Catwoman pets the trimmed bush and smiles with approval.
“Now splash yourself.”
Chan does, cupping the warm sudsy water and rubbing her kitty, several times.
Catwoman shakes the can and aims the nozzle. A nice foamy cream covers the targeted area.
“Press down here,” she instructs.
Chan uses both hands, pressing her fingertips just outside the triangle borderline. She looks down, curiously, as her Mistress begins to shave her kitty.
The razor moves expertly in straight lines, radiating out from her labia. Eventually all of Chan’s thick, dark pubic hair is erased.
Catwoman sees a (very) small tattoo on one side of the shaved vulva.
A yin/yang symbol.
“Cute.”
“Oh, I forgot that was there!” Chan exclaims.
More laughter.
“Now sit on the ledge and spread your legs.”
Again, Chan obeys.
More cream is applied to the labia. Soft, gentle razor strokes. And more shaving underneath.
“Stand up!”
Catwoman rinses off the remaining cream and splashes some bath water between her servant’s butt cheeks.
“Spread them!”
Chan does.
Can. Shakes. Cream. Dispenses.
Chan. Oooohs.
Razor. Shaves.
“There, now you have a perfect butt hole!”
More giggles.
“How can I thank you, Mistress??”
“You can thank me, my sweet French maid, by serving us some of your imported Domaine de la Romanee-Conti.”
Chan quickly rinses her butt and takes a moment to briefly touch her shaved pussy then jumps out of the clawfoot tub without splashing any water on the floor.
Then she flips a lever, draining the tub, and knowing her duties as a maid servant, she dries off her Mistress first, then herself.
Another loud moan echoes down the hallway and into the bathroom.
“I need to check on my girlfriend… and make sure she is still bound and the Hitachi is operating properly.”
“Yes, Mistress. You can find fresh batteries in my closet, if you need them.”
“Thank you, my little pet,” Catwoman purrs and leaves the bathroom.
“Mistress!!!” Brie cries out when Kylie enters the bedroom.
“Hush! Are you behaving, Pumpkin?” Catwoman asks her girlfriend.
“Yes, Mistress!”
Catwoman turns off the Hitachi and inspects the red, swollen area between Brie’s legs.
“Hmm, I would say you are misbehaving! Your pussy lips are covered in your vaginal juices. And I can clearly see a line of cum oozing out between them and down on the bedsheets!! How many times have you climaxed, Pumpkin??”
Brie, breathing heavy, thankful that the Hitachi has stopped tries to make an educated guess like a good student, “I… umm… it’s hard to say. Many of my orgasms quickly followed the prior one. Like bumping into you when we run,” Brie laughs.
“Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“We don’t exercise or run together. Maybe you have been dreaming?”
“Oh… right! I had as many as there were truffles in the professor’s candy bowl.”
“And how many was that??”
“Umm, maybe 14 or 15 on the low end.”
“And the high end… Pumpkin?”
“Ahhh… I would definitely feel confident in saying 24 or 25 orgasms. BIG ORASMS!!!” Brie laughs.
Her laughter is cut short when Catwoman slaps her right breast.
“Ahhhhh!!!!”
“That was for being such a BIG SLUT!!!!” and Catwoman slaps the breast again, giving it a nice red mark.
“AHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Maybe I should pull on the hemp rope tied to your nipple clamps!!!”
“Please, no, Mistress!!!”
Catwoman turns and walks into the professor’s closet. Then she returns with a wicked smile.
“What are you doing… Mistress?”
“Be quiet! I’m trying to open the battery compartment on this Hitachi without removing the duct tape!”
“Why???”
Catwoman peers down at her chubby sub, “Take an educated guess!!”
New batteries replace the old ones. The compartment snaps shut.
And. The. Hitachi. Is. Turned. On.
“Ahhhhhh…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“What’s wrong, Pumpkin? I selected the highest setting this time,” Catwoman emits a wicked laugh.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“And this is to keep you from interrupting my sucking and fucking of your professor!!”
Catwoman lifts her girlfriend’s head and buckles a strap behind it.
“Open your mouth, Pumpkin.”
Brie does and bites down on the red rubber ball gag her Mistress shoves into her mouth.
“There, all set! Now I need to drink some expensive chilled Montrachet and have your professor read to me. By the way… I shaved her pussy!”
Tied down, clamped, gagged, and vibrating, Brie can only stare at the back of her Mistress, hearing her maniacal laughter, as she exits the bedroom.
And images of Professor Zhou, her kitty smoothly shaved, like hers! (meow)
“Mistress, your bath is ready,” Chan purrs.
Catwoman walks up to the clawfoot bathtub and dips her fingertips into the water.
“Umm, yes, it is,” she purrs back.
“Would you like a drink first?”
Catwoman looks over at the unusual arrangement found in the bathroom: two (unadorned) wooden chairs surrounding a small square table. On the table were two long-stem crystal glasses and a bottle of wine.
“I had it imported when the semester began. The wine, that is. A 2009 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti.”
“Burgundy?”
“Yes, from the Montrachet. Classified as a Grand Cru, of course,” Chan meows.
“Of course,” Catwoman meows back. She walks over to the table and sets down her backpack. And walks over to Chan. “I think I will take a bath first.”
Chan instinctively undresses her mistress. She unties the belt and slips the dark blue kimono with pink blossoms and cranes off the shoulders. The silk fabric soundlessly falls to the floor. Her mistress is topless but is wearing Chan’s (also imported) Italian La Perla underwear. She kneels in her sexy French maid uniform and slowly removes the lace-trim panties. Her dark eyes covet the swollen labia. She chances a smell, moving closer. A hint of jasmine. The tip of her nose briefly touches the exposed sex.
“Oh, forgive me, Mistress!”
“You are forgiven, Chan,” she gently laughs.
Catwoman then steps into the clawfoot tub and lowers herself. The warm water covers her body and soaks her hidden areas. It feels good and oily and… scented? She lifts a hand to her nose, the bath water dripping off her fingertips, and sniffs.
“Mmm, lilac and…?”
“Lavendar, Mistress.”
Chan finds a hand sponge and using cucumber soap gel she washes her mistress. Catwoman lowers her head and feels the sponge on her back, her neck, her arms.
Her Asian servant hums to the Brandenburg Concerto that floats around the room. The only one Bach wrote for harpsichord… Concerto No. 5 in D major.
Minutes (or perhaps hours) later…
“Would you like me to stand up?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Catwoman rises from the warm, refreshing oily bath to let the Uni professor wash her chest, stomach, and legs. Then her nether regions before using the sudsy sponge between her firm butt cheeks.
Catwoman giggles.
Chan remains silent. Consumed by her task to please her mistress. Her unwavering obedience and compliance.
Catwoman twists one of her braids around her finger.
Twisting. And. Untwisting.
Observing her submissive servant. Reading her mind. Or. Trying. To.
She respects me… She admires me… She worships me…
I have compassion, no, I have passion, I have an intense yearning for her…
“Chan, I love you,” Kylie whispers.
Chan looks up with a blank stare, “Yes, Mistress?”
(She didn’t hear me)
Catwoman softly clears her throat, “I said, Chan, thank you. Now I want you to undress for me.”
Chan nods, removes the hand sponge and walks over to the table and slides one of the wooden chairs over the tiles to the middle of the bathroom.
There are faint meows from the bedroom. Kylie smiles knowing their source.
Chan sits down on the chair and removes her shiny black low heels and sets them neatly aside. Then she stands, facing her mistress, and reaches behind to unzip the French maid uniform. And in one fluid motion, she steps out of it.
“Look at you, no undergarments?”
“Does this displease my Mistress??”
“You never displease me, Chan,” Kylie whispers her name.
Then her Asian hostess turns and places one foot on the chair. She slowly rolls down the white stocking and places it inside one of her shoes. The other foot is placed on the chair. This time she turns her head to watch her Mistress watching her. Fingertips find the edge and with the help of her thumbs they roll the stocking down. It also is placed inside the other shoe.
“Come here,” the words are soft, but urgent.
Bare. Feet. Tiles. Small. Quick. Steps.
“Get in, my turn to wash you,” Catwoman purrs as silent as the night.
Chan immerses her naked body in the warm, oily scented bath water, a sigh escapes her mouth.
Catwoman fits the sponge over her hand and squirts some cucumber gel on it. She walks around the clawfoot tub, listening to Chan hum the Concerto, and gathers her servant’s long black hair and releases it over her chest. The soapy sponge works its way over her back, down her spine and around her sides.
Chan giggles.
“Are you ticklish?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
With her barehand, Catwoman teases Chan with her fingertips, moving them faintly over her ribs and under her arms. Chan hugs herself, giggling uncontrollably.
Warm water rinses her back.
“Hold your right arm out,” Catwoman instructs.
Chan obeys.
The soapy sponge follows down the biceps, over the elbow and then the forearm to her hand.
“Now your left arm.”
The pattern is repeated.
“Now cup your breasts.”
Soapy hands leave suds over them. Dark pink nipples stick out.
“Stand up!”
Water cascades off the lower body parts. Then Catwoman rinses the arms and breasts.
Under one breast she sees a dark spot. Her fingers pinch (very hard) the nipple to lift the breast.
“Ahhh!!!” Chan exclaims with pleasure.
“Umm, you have a lovely mole here,” and Catwoman moves closer to kiss it.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Any more moles?”
“Maybe,” Chan giggles.
Catwoman proceeds to wash her chest, stomach, and legs.
“Umm, I found another one! Inside your right thigh!!” and Catwoman pinches her butt.
“Ahhh!!!” Chan laughs, jumping away, the water splashes over the side.
“I thought you were accustomed a woman’s touch,” Catwoman teases.
“I am, Mistress!!”
They both laugh.
Chan watches her sexy Mistress slowly walk around the clawfoot tub, her perky breasts with dark pink nipples, long dark (braided) hair, brown chocolate eyes, firm butt, small fur patch, and… exposed lips.
Catwoman catches her servant, “Have you ever thought of shaving your kitty?”
“No,” Chan quickly answers then adds, “Mistress.”
“Stay there.”
And Chan watches this young co-ed search her bathroom and return with her shaving cream and razors she uses for her legs and underarms.
Her dark eyes go wide. Really. Wide.
Catwoman sits on the ledge and explores the Asian’s pubic mound with her hand.
“You’re ultra hairy down here between your legs.”
Chan remains silent.
Her Mistress stands back up and walks over to the table and retrieves something from her backpack.
The. Shears.
“I better prep the area first before use the razor.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Chan watches the gold-plated handles open and the silver blades close.
SNIP! (again) SNIP! (again) SNIP!
Chan kept her feet apart and stood still as the shears snipped and snipped and snipped.
Curly. Dark. Pubic. Hair. Floated. In. The. Bath. Water.
“There, that’s better,” Catwoman pets the trimmed bush and smiles with approval.
“Now splash yourself.”
Chan does, cupping the warm sudsy water and rubbing her kitty, several times.
Catwoman shakes the can and aims the nozzle. A nice foamy cream covers the targeted area.
“Press down here,” she instructs.
Chan uses both hands, pressing her fingertips just outside the triangle borderline. She looks down, curiously, as her Mistress begins to shave her kitty.
The razor moves expertly in straight lines, radiating out from her labia. Eventually all of Chan’s thick, dark pubic hair is erased.
Catwoman sees a (very) small tattoo on one side of the shaved vulva.
A yin/yang symbol.
“Cute.”
“Oh, I forgot that was there!” Chan exclaims.
More laughter.
“Now sit on the ledge and spread your legs.”
Again, Chan obeys.
More cream is applied to the labia. Soft, gentle razor strokes. And more shaving underneath.
“Stand up!”
Catwoman rinses off the remaining cream and splashes some bath water between her servant’s butt cheeks.
“Spread them!”
Chan does.
Can. Shakes. Cream. Dispenses.
Chan. Oooohs.
Razor. Shaves.
“There, now you have a perfect butt hole!”
More giggles.
“How can I thank you, Mistress??”
“You can thank me, my sweet French maid, by serving us some of your imported Domaine de la Romanee-Conti.”
Chan quickly rinses her butt and takes a moment to briefly touch her shaved pussy then jumps out of the clawfoot tub without splashing any water on the floor.
Then she flips a lever, draining the tub, and knowing her duties as a maid servant, she dries off her Mistress first, then herself.
Another loud moan echoes down the hallway and into the bathroom.
“I need to check on my girlfriend… and make sure she is still bound and the Hitachi is operating properly.”
“Yes, Mistress. You can find fresh batteries in my closet, if you need them.”
“Thank you, my little pet,” Catwoman purrs and leaves the bathroom.
“Mistress!!!” Brie cries out when Kylie enters the bedroom.
“Hush! Are you behaving, Pumpkin?” Catwoman asks her girlfriend.
“Yes, Mistress!”
Catwoman turns off the Hitachi and inspects the red, swollen area between Brie’s legs.
“Hmm, I would say you are misbehaving! Your pussy lips are covered in your vaginal juices. And I can clearly see a line of cum oozing out between them and down on the bedsheets!! How many times have you climaxed, Pumpkin??”
Brie, breathing heavy, thankful that the Hitachi has stopped tries to make an educated guess like a good student, “I… umm… it’s hard to say. Many of my orgasms quickly followed the prior one. Like bumping into you when we run,” Brie laughs.
“Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“We don’t exercise or run together. Maybe you have been dreaming?”
“Oh… right! I had as many as there were truffles in the professor’s candy bowl.”
“And how many was that??”
“Umm, maybe 14 or 15 on the low end.”
“And the high end… Pumpkin?”
“Ahhh… I would definitely feel confident in saying 24 or 25 orgasms. BIG ORASMS!!!” Brie laughs.
Her laughter is cut short when Catwoman slaps her right breast.
“Ahhhhh!!!!”
“That was for being such a BIG SLUT!!!!” and Catwoman slaps the breast again, giving it a nice red mark.
“AHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Maybe I should pull on the hemp rope tied to your nipple clamps!!!”
“Please, no, Mistress!!!”
Catwoman turns and walks into the professor’s closet. Then she returns with a wicked smile.
“What are you doing… Mistress?”
“Be quiet! I’m trying to open the battery compartment on this Hitachi without removing the duct tape!”
“Why???”
Catwoman peers down at her chubby sub, “Take an educated guess!!”
New batteries replace the old ones. The compartment snaps shut.
And. The. Hitachi. Is. Turned. On.
“Ahhhhhh…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“What’s wrong, Pumpkin? I selected the highest setting this time,” Catwoman emits a wicked laugh.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“And this is to keep you from interrupting my sucking and fucking of your professor!!”
Catwoman lifts her girlfriend’s head and buckles a strap behind it.
“Open your mouth, Pumpkin.”
Brie does and bites down on the red rubber ball gag her Mistress shoves into her mouth.
“There, all set! Now I need to drink some expensive chilled Montrachet and have your professor read to me. By the way… I shaved her pussy!”
Tied down, clamped, gagged, and vibrating, Brie can only stare at the back of her Mistress, hearing her maniacal laughter, as she exits the bedroom.
And images of Professor Zhou, her kitty smoothly shaved, like hers! (meow)
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