My Neighbor Rachael Ch 06

I stood frozen in the open doorway, wondering what had just happened. Rachael had dismissed me and told me to go home. Did she mean forever? Was she through with me for good? I realized the light from inside the house made me visible to anyone outside. They might not be able to tell much or identify me, but certainly anyone looking would clearly see a backlit nude female form. I closed the door and leaned against it as I pondered my situation.

Conflicting emotions swept through me. I hated the idea of surrendering my privacy, my autonomy, my very self to Rachael. I could be free of that. Maybe I was already free if Rachael was serious about her dismissal. But at what cost? What might she do to me if I left? I had refused to cooperate, to obey and she seemingly dismissed me without a bit of anger. She told me to 'go home'.

But would that be the end of it? She had those damning videos she had promised to send out to people I knew. Would she really do that? Just two nights ago I was convinced she would.

Damn! It was only six days ago I'd submitted to a spanking over her lap. Spanking? That ordeal was far more than a mere spanking. It had shattered me. No, I could not say shattered. But it had knocked me on my ass emotionally. It was just two days since she pushed her way into my house to tell me she'd decided I needed her supervision. That I'd angered her by ignoring her and she'd decided to force the issue and take control. My actions and emotional state since clearly demonstrated how much that short episode submitting to her affected me.

I walked back to Rachael's bedroom. Kathy was just leaving but stopped when she saw me. "I thought you went home." she said.

I shook my head. "I couldn't walk out the door." I said pitifully. "I need to explain."

"What is there to explain?" Rachael asked from her seat across the room. "I gave you an order and you refused. You told me flat out you were not even going to try."

"You don't understand!" I exclaimed. "It hurt! I cramped. That vibrator is huge! And being cold, it made me cramp. I was not even wet enough to take it! It's not fair for you to just send me home! You are gonna burn my ass, aren't you? You are going to ruin me because I could not take that thing up my....." I stopped to regroup and think of a better term for pussy. "up inside me!" Rachael seemed almost amused at my distress. I started bawling and fell to my knees.

I was not sure how long I knelt there crying pitifully before Kathy addressed me. She had come back into the room and sat down at Rachael's desk. "Naomi! Stop that crying!" she ordered abruptly. Rachael handed me a few tissues and I tried to comply. It took a few minutes before I got control of myself.

"Explain what happened. All you told Rachael was you were not going to do it nor were you going to try again. So to us that looks like you have decided you are going end the whole thing and take your chances." Kathy said.

'Take my chances' she said. I knew what that meant. It meant accept the consequences for walking away. Could I do that? I'd already decided I had no choice but obey. But I'd rebelled and Rachael had dismissed me. It looked like I was free except for whatever those consequences might entail. I knew they would be devastating. Did I really want to balk? I'd never been as sexually charged as I'd been the past few days. But I'd never been so scared either. I'd lose my autonomy, my rights to make decisions for myself. I'd be under their control. FUCK!! I had seconds to make a decision.

"I could not take the pain." I whimpered. "That dildo is too big. And being cold, I cramped. I couldn't take it. It was too much."

I looked at Rachael who now seemed a bit confused. Kathy seemed to understand. "Rachael, I'm guessing you never took a cool toy up your vagina or your butt have you?" Rachael blushed and shook her head. "Well, it can make you spasm a bit."

"She made it sound like I chilled the thing in the fridge or something just to mess with her." Rachael exclaimed Kathy laughed and said sometimes room temperature is cold enough.

She turned back to me. "But you have taken a cool or room temp dildo up your puss haven't you, Naomi?" I nodded. "How about a butt plug that was not warmed first?" I nodded again. "Did you say anything to Rachael before you started? I heard you tell her it was cold when you squatted down and first touched it, but how about before that?" I shook my head. "Why not?"

"I was more concerned with how much it would stretch me." I answered. "I did not think about the thing being cold until I squatted down and felt it."

"Whose fault is that?" Kathy asked. I heard Rachael snicker. I dropped my gaze to the floor and answered it was mine.

"Ahhh! So Rachael dismissing you was correct. You refused to follow her orders and even when she gave you a second chance you simply told her to fuck off. Not in those words, but with the same meaning." Kathy offered. I shook my head and trembled. "So what should Rachael do IF she decides to accept you back now she understands why you balked?"

"Punish me?" I answered weakly. I knew I had lost. I had nothing left.

"Well there is punishment and the magic word consequences." Kathy said. "They are very different. You did walk out the door. That refusal requires a consequence. I think Rachael will have to decide what your punishment might be as well as the consequence for you leaving like you did." I began to shake as tears poured down my face. My guts twisted.

I knelt there for several minutes feeling a full gamut of emotions. Fear and despair won out. I no longer felt humiliation even when Kathy pointed out I was kneeling nude with my legs spread almost as wide as they would go and had clasped my hands behind my back. "That is about as submissive a pose as a woman could assume and you did it without being ordered." she pointed out. I whimpered I did it to please Rachael so she did not destroy me.

"I am guessing you really do not want to tell me to go to Hell. Rather you have decided you want me to take you over." Rachael said. I nodded rapidly. "Are you ready to make your little declaration?" I nodded again. She moved me to the floor at the foot of her bed and told me to get on with it.

I barely remembered the script I had composed and memorized earlier that day. I totally winged my declaration in an attempt to get back into Rachael's good graces. To say I fell on my sword would be a gross understatement. I proclaimed I was submitting my very being to Rachael's whims and trusted her to take full control of my life. I trusted her to take my best interests into account and do right by me. I had proven myself incompetent to make the best decisions for myself and needed somebody to take charge until I proved myself. I pointed out issues like barely keeping my financial head above water even with a good income and little debt. I drank too much and at times could not control my intake. I even described the incident the week before where I showed a complete lack of judgement and took a dose of allergy medication and washed it down with alcohol.

I ended my declaration by stating I was in the process of writing a contract that would detail Rachael's rights and restrictions and my duties to obey.

I bawled with humiliation when Rachael and Kathy showed me that video a few days later. Anybody watching would wonder if I even had the capacity to walk across a busy street without a guide.

That night though, I was not concerned with anything else but what punishment Rachael was going to levy for my revolt. She laughed a bit. "I told you before that you WOULD face consequences if you rebelled. I cannot just let that go." I cringed. "But since you came back and pleaded your case, I am sympathetic." I was relieved. For a minute anyway.

"If Sarah teases you tomorrow about taking the dildo up up your pussy or even asks about the discussion she and I had, you will admit I told you I wanted it stuffed up inside your puss." Rachael said. "You will say I was watching and you attempted it but could not stand the discomfort. And you refused to try again."

"But she will ask why you'd make a demand like that in the first place," I whimpered weakly. "Why I was even in a position to even consider a request like that." I said. "Sarah is already wondering about that fake story." I began to hyperventilate.

"Yes, she very well might. And if she does, you will tell her the truth." Rachael said. "You will tell her you have submitted to me." I began to cry miserably as I begged. "Naomi, this is what consequences are. You walked out on me and will pay the price."

"Please reconsider!" I begged. "I told you what Sarah said the other day. She will make my life Hell. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, she said." Rachael shook her head.

"Sarah has no proof beyond what you tell her. She has no video evidence. Not even audio. Now I will caution you to be careful about her getting that kind of evidence. Make sure she does not have a phone on her when you talk. Nor talk where she she might have hidden a phone or camera. Understand?" I nodded. "You are not the most observant person in the world sometimes. You did not recognize a staged event when I spanked you the first time. You were too distracted to even observe a camera on the desk in front of my computer."

"Now there is the punishment for disobeying." she said with a half smile. I almost freaked.

"That other was not enough? How can you be so fucking cruel?" I blurted. She smiled at me as I realized my mistake. "I'm sorry! Please punish me here, behind closed doors where only Kathy and you know."

"Nope." Rachael said simply. "You will learn. Disobey an order or generally mess up and you get punished. Refuse altogether and you face 'consequences'. Now for your punishment. I told you earlier you will be spanked for not being completely honest about your toy, but I will make that light. Just a few swats and of course, you will will make your naked trek back and forth like usual."

"In addition to that punishment, you are going to lose your pubes." She watched my face. "Not just lose them but they are going to be removed forcibly." She smiled and added, "by the roots."

I nodded. I'd had my pubic hair removed that way many times. It was how I usually removed unwanted body hair. Waxing was unpleasant but it did make for smooth skin afterwards. I found Rachael's grin disconcerting. "But this time, it won't be by waxing. Every one of your pubes are gonna be plucked individually and YOU are gonna do it." She giggled at what I assumed was my astonished facial expression. "That's right. I am going to give you a little plastic bag, where you will deposit every one of your pubes after you pluck them with tweezers."

"But, but.." I stammered.

"No, not your the hairs around your butt." Rachael said happily enjoying her pun. "Just your trimmed up bush. And I will inspect to make sure those hairs have been pulled out by the roots. I better see the root ball on the ends. Which means you are going to have to take your time, get a good firm grip close to the skin to avoid breaking it off as you pull each hair out."

"You will be a very busy girl. I expect you to be bald down there by the time I go to school Friday morning. That means you'll have to present your smooth pussy to me before you go to work. I'll inspect the hair you bag up at a later time. Because this is an extended punishment, you will remain nude at home until you show me you have completed your task. So you know what that means."

"Oh, and you will keep your tweezers and little bag of hair with you at all times. You might want to do a little work on it in your office. I may phone and have you take a picture of the bag or to check on your progress."

"But..." I began tearfully and was cut off. "No arguments. That will just make this punishment worse. If you have a question, ask it. I hope you do not give me any reason to think you cheated, like you wax yourself to make the vee a little smaller. I have some nice closeups of it already so I'm not going to measure it to calculate how many hairs are there. One word of protest and you will count the hairs as you pull them."

I sucked in my breath and trembled which seemed to please her. "Yeah, like keep track of how many hairs break off as you pull them versus pull out cleanly. That would make your task monumental."

The task as she put it was already monumental in my opinion. Of course I kept that opinion to myself. I had no doubt she would think of a way to make it worse.

"I assume you have a pair of tweezers for your eyebrows even though you prefer to have them sculpted professionally." I nodded. "Good, now lay over the bed so I can give you the little spanking I promised so you can go home and get started."

Her idea of a 'little' spanking and mine were vastly different. Once again, I screamed at the first stroke and was bawling uncontrollably well before she was finished. "Only fifteen, which is half a spanking." she said.

I barely cared I was stark naked as I made my naked journey home. I clutched a small plastic 'snack bag' in my right hand along with my lunch for tomorrow. There was no need for me to take my tshirt and shorts as I'd remain nude except when I left for work. I'd have gone over and knocked on the Thompson's and Hayward's doors as I was if it would get me out of this latest ordeal. I knew no appeal would save me. Kathy had listened to our exchange from her chair across the room the whole time and offered no comment

Once again, I was quite aware my vagina was wet as can be, but I was not in the mood to masturbate. I opened my computer to search for suggestions on how to pluck hair. I was glad I did. I found several suggestions like taking a hot shower to open the pores.

Twenty minutes later I sat and stared at my small brown thatch of hair wishing I'd waxed it into a landing strip instead. I briefly wondered if I'd see ever it again and laughed at my stupidity. I got to work. Within minutes I began to wonder about the advice I'd read. If taking a hot shower made this task easier, I'd hate to see what it would be like otherwise. It hurts to tug a hair out by the roots. I found snatching it too fast broke the hair. A slow tug hurt worse. I had to grab each hair close to the skin and pull it out smoothly but quickly. And taking the time to bag each hair was time consuming.

Finally I sat with a sheet of printer paper under me where I could drop the hairs. I also found I had to move around to not make any one area too irritated. After an hour, my bush looked the same as it had when I'd started, but the sting told me I'd thinned it. I looked at the contents of the plastic bag. It certainly did not look like much compared to the work involved nor the discomfort I felt. I got back to work.

My eyes were crossing and my lower abdomen was on fire when I finally quit for the night. I rubbed a little lotion into the skin and fell asleep. I set an alarm to wake an hour early to continue my hair removal. This was such an arduous process.

My phone pinged to indicate a text just before I left for the office. "Get a lot of work done?" it read. "Yes, I spent hours and I am very sore." I replied. "Well, that is part of the punishment. Tell Sarah about it and I'll give you an extra 24 hours to finish." I did not reply back.

Telling Sarah was not something I was going to even contemplate. I'd somehow get the job done in the time allowed. I suspected telling Sarah was going to be the punishment for failure. I was already trying to think how I would explain about the vibrator if she brought it up. Could I possibly hedge around the issue? Or maybe postpone the inevitable by saying we'd talk about it later? I was shaking but my pussy was lubricating again. I'm glad I wore a pad inside my panties and saved getting a wet spot on my skirt.

My skirt. I usually wore a pant suit to work but today I wore a fairly loose skirt that matched my jacket that I could pull up over my hips easily. I'd worn it in case I had the courage to lock my door and spend some free time working on my bush.

As I pulled into my parking place, I pulled my phone out of my purse. I had to try one last ditch effort. I knew it was risky. I called Kathy who I knew would already be at work as she was going in early this week.

"Damn it, Naomi!" she answered, curtly. "I thought I made my position perfectly clear last night!"

"You did and I'm sorry to bother you." I said as contritely as I could muster. "But that was before Rachael's orders about confessing to Sarah. I have only had time to start an outline on that contract, but the first and foremost issues I have is not have my career ruined or wind up in jail."

"Rachael is not ruining your career. Just because Sarah finds out does not mean shit to your career unless you let it. Other than what you say, Sarah has no proof. She has no recordings nor pictures or anything else. You told me yourself what her reaction would be to being taken over. She would have handled it differently from the beginning but she is into kink. The solution is simple. You just own up to the fact that you are a submissive lesbian slut and Rachael has taken advantage."

"But..." I began when she cut me off hotly. "But nothing. You were warned many times you would face consequences if you balked, so too fucking bad. You have your orders. Oh, by the way, how is the pube plucking going? I about peed myself when Rachael ordered you to do that!" Kathy was laughing now. "I had to marvel at her ingenuity. I told her if I was in charge, I'd make you smooth but the way she decided to do it is great. A perfect punishment. Now unless you want me to order you to remove your bra and panties and go commando all day, say 'goodbye, ma'am."

"Goodbye, Ma'am." I said and disconnected.

I decided to risk another call. Rachael should not have started class yet. I wasn't really sure. "Yes?" she answered loudly. "This better be good. I am just about to walk into my school."

"I was wondering how honest I have to be if Sarah says something or teases me about that vibrator." I asked. Without giving her time to answer, I continued, "I mean can I tell her a little half truth similar to what you mentioned last night. We'd made a bet or had a contest and I lost but I could not take the toy inside. Something like that." I was hoping she'd let me get off with only being humiliated and not have to confess the whole thing.

My legs almost gave way when she gritted, "Fuck no!! What part of consequences do you not understand? If she gets in your face about that toy, you will let her know I am now your boss. You answer to me. I am in charge. How many ways do you want me to say it?"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am! I was just hoping to..." I began.

She cut me off. "I know what you were hoping to do. You were hoping to ease the humiliation when she laughs her ass off. But I'll tell you what. If you think telling her we made a bet to see which of us would be in charge of the other will make you look any better than you screwed up and I just took you down, go for it. Is that what you want?" I said it might make me look I was just unlucky.

"Okay. What would the contest be? What would you bet your ass on? More importantly, what might I bet MY ass on?" Rachael asked. I had not given it much thought and said so. "She might call me to confirm. I will say we decided to try some kinky role play. You lost. Cutting cards for high card sounds dumb. So does this, but I gotta get to class and it's all I got. We played rock, paper, scissors, three out of five and you lost. I won your ass for a week. Anything goes. You want to try that?"

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you. It makes us sound kinky and wild but not like how I uhh..."

She laughed. "Yeah not how you really are, a submissive slut. But your request IS going to cost you. I checked out that toy store online. Well, one of them anyway and I'm guessing the one where you and Sarah bought your toys. It is two blocks from your office, right?" I confessed it was. "You will take a break from work this morning. Go over and buy a medium size butt plug." I began to hyperventilate hearing this. "This time you can warm it up if you want, but it goes up your keister and it will stay there. You cannot buy lube. I'm sure you don't have any laying around the office. You can use spit, or wipe it across your pussy which I'm sure will be soaking. Send me a pic. The plug stays in all day. No cheating. And this is non-negotiable. Even if Sarah does not say a word about the vibe, you deserve this for calling me."