Naked, hands tied firmly behind the back, feet pulled apart and tied to the legs of the chair he was sitting in, mouth gagged, Albert wondered what he had done to get into such a position. He remembered the seductive woman in the black dress, cut low in the back and revealing a hint of breast in the front. He remembered the clink of glasses, toasting the night and the quiet of a near empty bar filled only with smoke and hints of jazz riffs as the band struck down and packed away. And he remembered the vague sound of her voice, the throaty sound of lust brushing hot against his ear and the feel of a soft hand against his thigh. Fingers tapping, massaging upwards. Words that didn't matter except for their sensation of their sounds getting lost in the pulse of his ears.
That's when things got a little fuzzy. He remembered getting in her car, he remembered her lips on his, her hand clasping the back of his head. He remembered the car roof spinning, and he remembered falling against her soft breasts where he lay for a moment before passing out. And then he woke up here. Naked. Tied to a chair. Alone in a dark room, completely bare.
Time passed without time. A single long moment. Then, the click of a door opening, then clicking shut. The soft friction of feet shuffling slowly across the carpeted floor. He tried to turn his head, but was stopped short by a feminine hand in a velvet glove. The same clasp as the hand of the woman in black, soft but firm. He felt her body behind him, leaning in towards his. Her breasts brushed against his shoulder, and her black hair fell past his cheek as her tongue licked the side of his neck, cat-like, followed by the sharp prick of playful teeth.
His cock suddenly shot to attention, his blood racing as he realized what was happening. The velvet gloves played across his chest as she nibbled at his neck, biting upwards, then grabbing the lobe of his ear, tightening just past the point of pain. Albert grimaced, and he heard a giggle. The dark form of the woman he met at the bar sashayed in front of him, still in full dress, the voluptuous curves of her body disappearing into the shadows around her. She turned to face him, standing above and looking down, her clear blue eyes glinting in the dark.
She slowly knelt between his legs, and he felt the desire of his hips to thrust forward thwarted by his restraints. The velvet gloves played electric inside his thighs, touching everywhere but his quivering cock, caressing, pinching, sometimes slapping. At the sound of a moan, she would stop, wait, then start again. Three times, this happened. The third time, she stopped, reached under the chair, and brought up a cock ring and ball cuffs, which she fixed around him.
"Can't having you coming early, now," she purred. No discomfort, but the tightness around his genitals was unusual to him, and Albert whimpered in complaint.
"Now, now... They're not that tight. You're just going to have to get used to them," she replied, then playfully slapped the side of his cock, laughing as he jumped.
She stood up again, and without a word, left the room. Albert's cock was full to bursting, and his balls desperately wanted to rise towards him, having felt the warm touch of her hand, now knowing that ejaculation was eminent. Minutes passed, and no sound. Time dragged on as he felt the desperate need to touch himself, to feel something, even the shock of the palm of her hand slapping against the side of his thigh. Finally, the door clicked open again, this time followed by the slosh of water.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to do something about this hair. It's just not fitting for a girl to have this much hair on her body."
Albert's head jerked to attention at this. He felt the woman's presence behind him again, pressing tight against his back, one gloved arm wrapping around his body, the other pulling the edge of a barber's blade to the bottom of his chin. He shivered at the cold metal touching his neck, even as the woman's body warmed him from behind.
"Alright, I want you to listen closely. I don't want any trouble from you. If you resist, know that I can hurt you in ways you can't comprehend. You do exactly as I say, and do nothing else. Do you understand?" Her voice was breathy in his ear, but the threat was clear. Albert nodded.
"Good. Now, I'm going to untie your feet, and I want you to stand up with your legs spread. I'm going to shave you so that you're as smooth as my daughter's ass, and if you don't want to get cut in the process, I recommend you don't move. Understood?" Albert nodded.
"Excellent." She leaned down, untied his feet, but kept his arms bound. Albert stood up, shaking, the spread his legs as far as he could without falling over. The woman then set to work, lathering his legs and buttocks, softly scraping the metallic blade down the inside of his thigh, then his calf. The sharp edge brought intense excitement, from the fear of getting cut and from the thrill of such a foreign feeling tenderly exciting the nerves of his skin. Because of the cock ring, he was as much aroused as when she first came in the room.
In a matter of minutes, she had finished shaving one leg, and she methodically went over the other. Albert closed his eyes, trying not to shake as she pulled the blade down, over and over again, clearing the hair of his adulthood off his body one strip at a time. Again and again, the alternation of the warm lather slathered onto his skin followed by the cold of the blade. She used the same gentleness on his arms and his chest, and he could not help but jump as the blade touched the top of his pubic area. He felt the knick of the blade cutting him, stinging, and then she started again, clearing his pubic hair and then the hairs between his buttocks.
When it was all done, he felt her body swivel in front of him, the felt her tongue lick the blood off the knick just inches above the base of his cock. Then she kissed the cut, cupping his ball in her gloved hand and squeezing almost too tight before standing up in front of him.
"There. All clean shaven like a girl is supposed to be. Now you're going to need a girl's name. We can't have a girl running around calling herself 'Albert,' now can we? Hmm... How about... Alice. Alice is a perfectly good name for a girl." She brought the blade up behind Albert's ear, and smiled in the dark.
"Don't you like your name, Alice? Tell me you do." Albert's eyes widened with fear before he nodded slowly, and again the woman in black smiled.
The woman in black smiled softly as she kissed behind Alice's ear where the blade had been. Alice groaned as his cock had been at attention the whole time, and there was still no release in sight.
"Ah, of course. I had nearly forgotten. You want to come, now, don't you? Well, I suppose you deserve it, but you still haven't quite earned it yet. If Alice wants to come, she'll have to earn it like every little girl should." The woman in black pulled a pillow out of a compartment in the wall and placed it on the floor in front of the chair. "Now, Alice, I want you to kneel on that pillow, and I don't want you to move from it until I say so."
With the memory of her threat still fresh in his mind, Alice knelt on the pillow in front of the chair. The woman left the room. This time, she was gone hardly any time at all, and when she returned, she was accompanied by another woman, wearing a similar black dress, but with less curves to show off than the first. The younger woman sat in the chair before Alice, and did not move. The older woman stood behind her, a hand firmly on her shoulder.
"Let me introduce you to each other. Alice, this is my daughter Amber. Amber, this is Alice, the girl I was so excited for you to meet. Now, Alice, if you want to come, you're going to have to earn it. My daughter here has been wanting a play date for some time, now, and she hasn't had very many guests. If you can get my little Amber, here, to come, then we'll see what we can do about you. I do hope you get along..."
Amber got up, knelt down to Alice's level, and slowly kissed his lips. Amber's tongue flicked into Alice's mouth, and her hands grasped his head with none of the gentleness that her mother's had. Amber moved with a roughness that spoke of desperation, as if she had been waiting for this moment a long time.
