Pamela styled her long dark blond hair in a curly ponytail tied with a blue ribbon to match her dress. Her makeup is star quality perfect.
It is amazing how Pamela has learned to change her looks with makeup and different hairstyles; anything from pure and wholesome to sultry and sexy, plus everything in between. Tonight Pamela's makeup is sultry and sexy.
Courtesy of Annette, Pamela's has learned how to wear makeup. Perhaps "wear" is not the correct term. Most women wear makeup, or as Annette would say "Merely wear makeup", while Pamela projects with hers, although she is beautiful without. Annette is a professional makeup consultant who is highly sought after. The sparks flew when they first met in Pamela's house. Pamela is submissive to me, not to Annette, or anyone else for that matter.
This is what makes my Pamela so special to me, Pamela knows her own mind. I made it perfectly clear to Annette that Pamela was off limits. I made other arrangements for payment of Annette's services.
I brought Mark and Susan into the Community. Susan is a married woman with whom I had a brief affair but not knowing that she was married when it started. For a time, Susan was Annette's play toy with the approval of her husband. Annette is bisexual while I am not. Annette taught Pamela all of her trade secrets. Not that Annette had a choice, but that was her own undoing.
Pamela is my lady when she attends the Community gatherings. However, Pamela is off limits. It is primarily a social event for her. I will enforce this with my hands and feet if necessary. But then again, so will Pamela. We will get to that later.
Getting back to Susan; Susan models different short hairstyles whenever the Community meets. Her hair once was a natural strawberry blond expertly cut and layered to fall just below her shoulder blades. The norm for submissive women in the Community is long to very long hair with no layers whatsoever. Susan's new persona is the bleached white-blond bimbo look. Susan's above the ears short hair might be curly, straight, layered or teased all compliments of Annette.
When Susan is allowed makeup, it is always exaggerated, bordering on slutty to downright slutty as is Mark's preference for now to remind her of her infidelity.
Prior to her infidelity, Susan had a very generous expense account. I first met Susan when she was on a week vacation with some girlfriends in Hawaii. Susan was pampered and spoiled beyond belief. She drove a Lamborghini for God's sake. Susan now takes the bus to work. How ironic. She works part time cleaning houses for various Community members. This assures that Susan's whereabouts are always known to Mark.
As for Annette, I can have her any time that I want her, however I don't want her....well maybe just a little taste, once to say that I did. I have my Pamela and this hound is now staying close to home. Even though I will always look, I reserve the option to occasionally taste.
Surprisingly, I have Pamela's approval to taste. There is one woman Pamela allows in our home circle. We are a threesome in more ways than just sex. This keeps Pamela on her toes to please me, and to keep me from exploring the above mentioned option of tasting outside the home circle, which I have no desire to do now. I have the best of both worlds.
Annette is not my type. Susan was a gift to placate her because I wanted Annette's help with Pamela's makeup. Although it really doesn't matter now that Annette is under our thumb, and votes Community issues the right way.
I hate politics. During the first two days that Annette was instructing Pamela, Pamela was required to address her as Mistress Annette. Pamela reluctantly and dutifully did so to please me because she was learning from the best.
On the third day Annette was dressed as she would when the Community gathers. Annette was wearing a red silk blouse and matching silk slacks. One of the curious things about Annette is that she hates wearing shoes or anything on her feet, so bare feet it was. Annette tried making Pamela kneel before her and then kiss her feet. Pamela refused. Annette then tried to discipline Pamela with a riders crop, wrong idea! We will get to that soon enough, for now it is time for Pamela's birthday dinner.
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We had Indian Cuisine that evening. Pamela made arrangements ahead of time. I'm happy to say that they served me a rare charbroiled steak to go along with the traditional spicy hot Indian dishes that we shared. We took several carry out containers of food with us home with us that evening including 2 quarts of their outstanding (Kheer) rice pudding.
After dinner we went dancing. While we slow danced, I took Pamela's hair out of the ponytail and my buried fingers in her long curls. There are few things more pleasurable than slow dancing with a long-haired woman, particularly when you love and treasure her. The Patriarchs of the Old Testament had the right idea.
We weren't out late that evening. We returned home to cuddle on the couch and watched a couple of movies. We made love after, slow and gentle love, facing one another. Pamela is obedient and compliant in our private lives and her outstanding blow jobs rock my world.
I will never abuse my Pamela. My darling is a lady foremost and my submissive lover second. We fell asleep in each other arms that night as we always do, content and warm.
When I awoke the next morning Pamela was gone. It is inventory week at Pamela's store for the next couple of days. Pamela will be working late, today and Tuesday.
Now, getting back to our story; I told Pamela something more drastic would be appropriate. I took Pamela to get her perfume, her own special scent. But first, Pamela was taken to get her pussy lips pierced, and then a haircut, both being a surprise and the first tests of her submission to me.
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I will never forget the day that Aaron took me to choose my perfume. We went back to my house to change our clothes. Aaron brought his change of clothes with him. I would have thought my Master would have insisted that I wear a nice forming fitting dress, and that my hair would be down and loose for him to play with. Aaron had me put my hair up in a bun. He insisted I dress as if I were going to work, conservative and formal. Aaron did allow me makeup though, and I did look nice.
Surprisingly, Aaron dressed very formally for the occasion as well. My Master generally dresses casually. He is so ruggedly handsome in blue jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up when he is not working. Aaron looks so pugnacious and dangerously sexy when he wears his black riding leathers'.
Aaron wore a dark gray cashmere three-piece suit, a long sleeve white shirt and a rich maroon silk tie with a 1 carat diamond stick pin set in platinum. Aaron had on hand-sewn black Italian kidskin loafers on his size fifteen feet. The finishing accessory was his most prized possession, his Grandfather's 25-Jewel solid 18 karat gold Elgin pocket watch in his vest pocket with the chain and fob hanging out.
I never imagined that Aaron owned a custom-made suit, let alone any suit for that matter. Aaron didn't strike me as the type then, and I have much to learn about him.
Did you know that Aaron can actually shave himself with a traditional straight razor? Fresh out of the shower, Aaron carefully shaved while I was brushing my hair. The straight razor that he was using had a black horn handle. Aaron has two others, a bone handled one and an ivory handled razor with an engraved blade.
Most of the time, Aaron doesn't shave with them. He uses a modern four-blade razor. Old fashion straight razor, or hi-tech modern razor, Aaron always uses glycerin bar shaving soap and a brush to whip up a rich lather in his Grandfather's shaving mug.
I stopped brushing my hair and sat on the toilet absolutely fascinated to watch Aaron shave. I was getting aroused, but when I found myself touching my hair, I shivered. I made a mental note to behave. It is not uncommon in the Community, or in my stories for a Master to keep his slave's hair short if that is his preference, or to shave his woman's head as punishment. Aaron has read all my stories.
When he finished shaving, Aaron combed his thick, unruly blond hair straight back, subduing it with a traditional pomade for men. The pomade darkened his hair. Being combed straight back, slick and smooth made Aaron look older. It made my Master look more distinguished... conservative, maturely handsome and sophisticated, like a CEO from a Fortune 500 Company.
Even though I dressed for work as I always do, as the boss, I imagined myself my Master's personal secretary and sex toy. We walked out the front door together, I let my imagination wander and I loved those thoughts. Little did I know then of all the future games or scenarios I would play out in public as his submissive lover. Aaron has an imagination too.
Our first stop was at three story medical building that was constructed almost entirely of steel and mirrored glass. With an ultra-modern, almost futuristic architectural style, the building stood out on the grounds of the medical park.
Before we got out of my Mercedes, Aaron said, "You will fill out the medical forms, and answer any questions put to you by the doctor. Do you understand?" I nodded my head for yes, and then Aaron helped me out of the car.
My Master took my arm, as a gentleman would a lady. We walked toward the front entrance. On the way, Aaron explained that the building housed the best of the best; Dentists, Dermatologists, Plastic Surgeons, Gynecologists to name a few, all cutting edge professionals with state of the art medical equipment. They guaranteed absolute privacy and discretion, which why we were here. This fact was further enforced when we were stopped at the Security Desk by plainclothes, but as Aaron explained on the way in, armed guards.
Once past the first security check point, we took the elevator to the second floor, and then was buzzed into Dr. J. Pulaski's plush and comfortable empty waiting room adjacent to the second security check point. Once there, I was squirming in my chair while filling out my medical history paperwork. My mind was racing, as I thought, 'Why am I here? Will I have to use my safe word?'
Once I finished the paperwork and gave it the receptionist, I sat down on the couch next to my Master. Aaron put his arm around my shoulder and stroked the hair on the nape of my neck. I knew Aaron wanted to take my hair down, he loves doing that. This made me relax a little, and I did trust him. He couldn't possibly want my breasts enlarged, could he?
After waiting about 15 minutes, a slim, black-haired woman of Polish and Asian descent, Japanese to be specific, walked into the waiting room carrying my newly created medical file. She was a tiny little thing in her white lab coat, less than five feet tall and weighing no more than 90 pounds. At first I thought she was a Physician Assistant or perhaps the doctor's nurse. That was not the case. This was Doctor Janet Pulaski, the Gynecologist I was here to see.
I estimated Janet to be in her late twenties, but as it turned out Janet is 5 years younger than me. Janet's shiny black hair was cut in a short, blunt, almost chin length bob parted on the right and held in place with a simple barrette on the left to keep it off her face.
As we stood in greeting, I found out later that the good doctor was at one time my Master's lover. When Aaron made the introductions, I was surprised that for such a small woman how firm and strong Janet's hand shake was. They however didn't shake hands; Janet hugged my Master and kissed his cheek. Annoyed, I was starting to catch on. I was a little jealous, while at the same time intrigued. Was Janet a member of the Community?
The three of us went into Janet's office where I was asked some questions while she took notes. Janet's style with people is different than mine. There was no doubt that Janet was in charge and would broach no nonsense, but her manner was open and friendly.
Janet closed my file and asked, "Do you have any questions for me?"
"None, Doctor," I replied, looking at Aaron for answers.
Noticing this Janet asked," Do you know why you are here, Pamela?
"I assume I am here for an examination."
"Correct; a complete and thorough examination, and then for a minor procedure. Didn't Aaron tell you?"
I looked again at my Master for answers, thinking, 'What procedure?'
