We kissed at the front door as I was leaving, a long lingering kiss. I cupped her face with both hands as I kissed her good-bye. I brushed the short brown hair from her face and stared into her pretty green eyes.
"I'll be back in 2 days," I said. "Answer the door naked."
Her eyes grew wide and she started to protest. I put my index finger on her lips. "Hush. Just do it," I commanded quietly but firmly.
I slid my hand down her side and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezed and let go. As she closed the door I said, "Oh and shave your pussy too." She just closed her eyes and I walked towards the elevator.
When I got home I sent her an email picture of how I wanted her to shave her pussy, nice clean lips and a pretty little puff of curly pubic hair on top.
Over the next two days she sent me a couple of emails pleading with me not to make her do these things. I ignored them. She left a couple of semi-hysterical voice mails while I was gone, pleading with me not to make her humiliate herself. Again, I ignored them. I had been wanting to take control of her for quite a while and now was the time. And even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she was wanting the same thing. She wanted me in control. And I was taking it.
When she answered the door that Wednesday evening she was an Amazon vision in white. She was wearing a white, very sheer, bustier with garters, a sheer white thong and white stockings. She knew exactly what I it took to get me going. It took my breath away. But she wasn't naked! She had disobeyed me. It was very obvious that she hadn't shaved her pussy either. She was testing me and I knew how I reacted to this would dictate the course of our relationship. I had to firmly let her know that the days of her being in charge were over.
"You disobeyed me," I said in a calm, conversational manner. "I'll be back when you are ready to do as I say."
I turned around and left the apartment.
As I walked down the hall way to the elevator I heard her call out " Jim, wait, I'm sorry."
I ignored her and kept walking. I walked out of the lobby of the apartment building and got in my car. I drove a mile or so and went into a small neighborhood bar. My phone rang twice on the way over. It was Sally both times. I ignored the calls and didn't listen to the voicemails.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a Jack and 7-Up. My phone rang two more times and I ignored it two more times. The pretty bartender delivered my drink and I took a big sip. A text message came to my phone. "Sorry" was all it said. Now I was getting somewhere.
I texted back "R U ready to obey? Y or N?"
"Y" was all she sent back. I took my time finishing my drink. I wanted her to sweat a little. Or maybe a lot.
It was about 9:00 when I got back to her apartment. I knocked on her door and it swung open. She was hiding behind the door. But this time she was naked except for a black pair of 4" heels.
"Damn," I thought. "She's almost as tall as I am in those heels." I played offensive tackle at a Division 1 college and there aren't that many ladies anywhere near my height.
"This is the way you should be," I said.
She looked kind of demurely at me and said, "I'm glad you like."
I grabbed her and planted a big wet kiss on her. She pressed her naked body against mine. I bent down and grabbed her around the waist and stood up throwing her over my shoulder. It wasn't an easy task. Sally is a big lady. Not fat, she is 6' 2" and weighs about 150 pounds. But since I am 6' 8" and weigh about 250 it wasn't that big of a deal.
I took her into the bedroom and dropped her on the queen size bed. She landed flat on her back and I was on her in a second, pinning her to the bed.