Nights one through five of this series have been previously posted on this site.
Night six of domination week was a Saturday, and James and Sarah slept in. They woke around 10:00 and had a leisurely breakfast, sitting silently across from each other chewing bagels and sipping orange juice. They didn't talk about the previous evening's adventure. The only remembrance of it had been when they had first awakened, and Sarah was still wearing her collar from the night before. She removed it on her way to the shower, and James had no idea where she put it.
Saturday in the Smith household was for getting the necessary work done. Sarah suggested to James that he do some work in the yard since it was dry and relatively warm. She was off to do some shopping and see to some other necessary errands.
Sarah spent a few hours shopping for necessary items at the mall, then arrived a few minutes before her scheduled appointment time with her hairdresser. She sat down to wait and idly thumbed through a magazine. Tonight was going to be fun, she thought as she sat there. She could see where it could be construed as revenge for the previous evening's little surprise that James had sprung. But the truth was, she had kind of enjoyed herself, the sheer wantonness of it, and she didn't feel the need to get back at him
When she sat down in the chair and told her hairdresser Julie what she wanted, the younger woman expressed surprise.
"Are you sure?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes. I've been looking for a change."
"Well, OK. If you're sure. But if you want me to stop, let me know."
"I trust you."
When Julie finished Sarah was surprised at the difference her haircut made in her appearance. When she had walked in her hair was down to her shoulders, feathered and feminine in every way. Now with her hair cut short and parted on the side, she looked almost mannish.
"I love it," she said to Julie, turning this way and that to look at it from different angles in the mirror. Julie let out a sigh of relief.
"You know, it does look pretty good. Boy, is your husband going to be surprised."
"Oh, he's going to be shocked, all right." She paid the bill, along with a generous tip for Julie. "Now, there's just one more thing I need from you…" When Sarah explained what it was, Julie was totally confused.
Sarah's last stop was Cassandra's shop. She had special ordered a few items for tonight's escapades. She hoped it had all arrived in time. When she entered the shop, Cassandra greeted her warmly.
"Is everything here?"
"Yes. The last of it got here just a little while ago. It seems like you're going to have quite a time tonight."
"I hope so. It's my last night, so I want to make it memorable."
"Come on. I'll help you put these things in your car and we'll have a late lunch."
"OK." They put the bags in the trunk and went to a restaurant a few blocks away. They lingered over their food and talked about everything except what would be happening later at the Smith household. A little over an hour later, the two said their good-byes.
Sarah arrived home a short time later and parked in the driveway. Her husband was nowhere to be seen, but she could tell he had mowed the yard and done some trimming. She took the bags from the trunk and carried them into the house. It was quiet when she walked in. She went to the bedroom and found James there asleep on the bed wearing a T-shirt and shorts. She put the bags in the closet, then leaned over him and kissed him. He stirred and woke.
"Hello stranger. Have you seen my wife anywhere?" James said, smiling and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. She blushed and her hand went up to stroke her hair.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, I do, actually," he said, reaching up to touch it. He stroked it. "It's really short."
"Yes, it is. I wanted to do something dramatic for my last night."
"You're off to a good start."
"Why, thank you. But there's a lot more surprises to come. Why don't you go hop in the shower so we can get things started."
He got up and headed for the shower, peeling off his shirt and shorts on the way. A few moments she heard the shower running. She closed the bathroom door, and brought the bags out from the closet and laid them on the bed. She pulled a canister of shaving gel and some razors from one of the bags. She took off her clothes and headed for the shower.
James was standing under the warm spray, happily soaping himself with his back to her when she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. She placed the razors and gel on the shower shelf behind her. James turned and was surprised to see her there.
"Well, hello there. To what do I owe this honor?"
"Hello, darling…just making sure you're getting all clean."
"I'm getting every nook and cranny. But if you'd like to wash my back, I wouldn't say no."
"Of course. Turn around and hand me the soap and wash rag." She got a good lather going with the soap and applied to the wash rag. She began soaping up James' back, looking at his naked form as she did so. He had just the hint of love handles around his waist. Her hand slid down and over his ass cheeks, soaping them as well. He wiggled his hips and butt at her as she caressed him with the wash rag, then cupped his cheek in her hand.
She caressed his ass with her soapy wet hands and admired the view. She loved his tight little ass and muscular thighs, both residuals of his athletic younger days. Just the sight of them made her want to take James by the hand and lead him to the bedroom for some steamy lovemaking. She imagined herself on her knees in front of him, taking his flaccid cock into her mouth as she stroked his ass and thighs, his cock growing between her lips. She was brought out of her erotic daydream by James' voice.
"You OK back there?" he inquired, looking back over his shoulder. Sarah realized she had stopped rubbing him and was holding onto his hips, standing there looking hypnotized.
"Yes, I'm fine." She bent down and began washing his legs, soaping his thighs front and back. She went down to soap his calf muscles, then started back up. Finally, she slid the damp rag between the cheeks of his ass. James gave out a small gasp and went up on his toes as she slid the rag up between his cheeks. Finally, she reached around and soaped up his cock and balls, massaging them with rag much longer than was necessary to assure they were clean. James leaned forward and propped himself up with his hands against the shower wall as she stroked him.
Sarah stood up behind James. She pressed her back to his and grasped his half-hard cock in her hands. She peered over his shoulder to watch as her hand slid up down the shaft. With her other hand, she began fondling his balls. Soon he was fully erect. James still had his hands against the wall. Now his head was thrown back as he enjoyed the feeling of Sarah stroking his cock. His breath was ragged, and he moaned once or twice. Sarah began stroking faster, gripping his cock tighter as she continued to fondle his balls. Then she suddenly stopped.
"There you go," Sarah said, slapping him on the ass. "All clean. Now rinse off."
"What? Come on now, that's not fair," he said, trying to turn around. Sarah's body pressed against his prevented him from accomplishing it. He looked at her over his shoulder. "Don't tell me the fun's over already," James said, standing under the water to wash off the soap. Sarah thought for a moment about letting him go down on her, but rejected the idea. She decided to go ahead with the original plan.
"I didn't say that. We're just getting started." Sarah picked up the shaving gel and squirted some into her open palm. "Lift up your arms, darling." She lathered James up under each arm. Then she turned and picked up the razor.
"Whoa. What are you going to do?"
"Haven't you guessed?" Sarah grabbed his right arm at the elbow to hold it up. She carefully shaved away the thick hair under his arm, using the shower spray to clean the razor. Then she grabbed the other arm and repeated the process. She put the razor down, and James thought she was finished. Instead, she picked up the shaving gel again and filled her palm with it once more.
"What now?" he asked. Sarah didn't answer. She spread gel all over his chest, then picked up the razor once more. "How far is this going to go?"
"Until I say when." She began to shave away the hair on his chest, taking careful strokes around his nipples. When she finished she turned him around to let the shower spray wash any stray hairs. She put down the razor and stroked his now bare chest. "Mmmm, darling. That's a good look for you. It feel's nice, too. Check it out." James reached up and stroked his chest.
"I haven't felt my bare chest in I don't know how long. It does feel kind of good."
"Good. I'm glad you like it. Now let's get the hair off your stomach as well." She squirted the gel directly onto his skin, then spread it around. With only a few strokes she had removed the thin strip of hair that trailed down his stomach. "Hmmm…that's a good start, darling. Now for the tricky part."
"I hope you're not saying what I think you're saying."
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying." She picked up the shaving gel. She looked James in the eye, her eyebrow cocked, as she picked up the razor in her other hand and held it up. "Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?"
"I'd rather neither of us did the honors."
