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Shakespeare wrote: "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

When I first met her, she was Blanche, Blanche Rousseau. Until then, I assumed she was somewhat of a recluse and a spinster, living with and caring for her elderly father; at least that was the consensus of all of my neighbors. I was a confirmed bachelor of 40 and was quite content to mind my own business.

I lived in the house next to her. The house in which Blanche lived belonged to her father, and was encumbered upon by lien after lien.

As for her father Mr. Rousseau. The man was a mean drunken bastard who had alienated his family and all of his neighbors. I moved in after he was bedridden and knew of him by reputation only.

Never married, Blanche was promised the house after he died. At 35 years of age, for all intent and purposes, Blanche was left with nothing for all her sacrifices.

This sweet, passive lady had no formal education beyond high school; Blanche worked part time on weekends delivering the local penny saver to get spending money.

Blanche was left the house in her father’s will. Everything else was left to her younger sister Clarete. Clarete and her latest boyfriend cleaned out the house, removing everything of value that included Blanche’s bed and dresser, dumping her meager clothing to the floor and walking on them as they carried the furniture out.

I am not exaggerating, they backed a full sized moving van up to the house while we were at the wake, and sadly, Blanche and I were the only attendees; Claret never attended her father’s funeral.

I lived next door to Blanche for almost a year and never talked to her until the night when………………..

I was washing 2 weeks accumulation of dirty dishes when the doorbell rang. I answered the back door off of the kitchen and saw Blanche standing there. It was obvious that she had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy; I invited her in and sat her down at the kitchen table.

"May I get you something Miss Rousseau?" "Coffee, tea, a bottle of water perhaps?" She just looked at me not answering.
"Are you ill?" "Did something happen?" I asked.

Miss Rousseau, Blanche…. I called her Blanche then; until I took her as my submissive lover and before that my live-in
housekeeper/maid; I changed her first name, but I will get to that shortly.

"My father died this morning." Blanche said hoarsely, she then coughed, trying to clear her throat. I brought her a glass of ice water and made her sip it slowly, and then I put the teakettle on to boil; chamomile tea with honey and lemon would be just the thing to sooth her raw throat.

When the tea was ready, I brought her a cup and sat down across from her, placing my hand on top of hers. "Take a deep breath and sip your tea" "Good, take your time and calm yourself." It was obvious that she was hoarse from crying.

I sat with her for about half-an-hour, while we sipped our tea neither of us saying anything.

Although a bachelor, I am a man who enjoys looking at women, having had my share. My first passion is for fishing. I build custom fishing rods for a living and am a stickler for details, striving for perfection. I specialize in split bamboo.

My prices for bamboo start ay $2500.00 per rod and I build no more then 25 rods a year; I require a 75% deposit upon placing an order and the average waiting time per bamboo rod is two years. I also will fabricate oak & leather hard carrying cases for any of my rods to the purchaser’s preference.

As we sipped our tea I studied her, taking in the smallest details.

Blanche’s face was heart shaped with a nice little turned up nose, marvelous creamy completion; no makeup; full generous lips with dimples in her cheeks when she smiles; certainly not then, and not often at first…. but now…. often, sunlight; warm and inviting.

Dark brown eyes, little puppy dog eyes with such long eyelashes and perfect, precious little ears.

Blanche was five foot-five inches, a slim petite woman, no more then 110 pounds if that. I believe the correct terminology is that she has a small frame. Blanche had small graceful hands, beautiful hands with long fingers; the type of beautiful hands one sees in advertising for hand cream…What a shame that she bites her fingernails though. Her figure was perfect for her small frame, round full breasts and a cute little round ass.

This is in to way a put down, especially when taking into consideration her circumstances. Blanche’s clothing although clean was threadbare, possibly second hand and it appeared she no real sense of style, so unlike Laura my friend David’s wife, or Samantha.

Blanche wore glasses. Her eyeglass frame was made of black plastic; the frame was too large and the wrong style for her pretty heart shaped face. They were broken at the bridge, then amateurishly glued back together.

She was not wearing them that night; they were hanging from her neck on a rhinestone eyeglass cord that was missing three stones.

The only jewelry of any quality that I could see was a fine 1.5 mm diamond cut sterling silver rope chain around her neck. I didn’t know it at the time, but Blanche’s mother’s platinum wedding band and a heart -cut 3-carat flawless blood red ruby, set as a solitaire in platinum was hanging from that chain around her neck with the wedding band nestled between her pert breasts.

Blanche later confided with me that she hid them from her father so that he couldn’t pawn them. Blanche had her father convinced that he did pawn them while on a drunken binge, saying "Mom promised me the ruby before she died." "It was passed on to her by her mother who got it from her grandmother and was always to go to the eldest daughter."

There was more to the story, and the ruby was reset many times into rings or pendants; long before her great great-grandmother; I get lost in all the begets.

As I sat with her, I remembered that it was her hair that I noticed when I first moved here. I saw Blanche from a distance riding her bicycle to work. Her hair was pure silver white in a thick solitary braid down her back, as it was styled now.

At first, I assumed she was an older woman, perhaps in her sixties with a wonderful figure and graceful movements, although shabbily dressed, wearing black frame glasses on a rhinestone cord.

I was intrigued with that old woman, or so I thought her old at first glance. As I said, I am a man who enjoys looking at women; therefore I watched for her return.

And return she did; "Curious & Curiouser" said Alice (she was so much surprised), which popped into my head
when I saw Blanche’s youthful face; I was much surprised and pleasantly so. I contemplated; "Why in the world of all things did that thought pop into my head just then?"

"Alice in Wonderland?" "Lewis Carroll?" "What nonsense." "On the other hand, I would love to Tweedle Dee her little twat, then Tweedle Dum her little bum." "Now that’s more like it!" " Honest male carnal lust." And I walked back into my house grinning like the "Cheshire Cat."

Blanche was the first to speak "I don’t know what to do." "My sister won’t help me and she is demanding…" "Slowdown", I said gently squeezing her hand. "Start from the beginning, Blanche…. may I call you Blanche Miss Rousseau? She nodded yes. "My name is Adam and I will help you anyway I can."

We called the county coroner and afterwards her father was taken to a funeral home for a one-day viewing.

Fortunately we were able to bury her father next to her mother in their family plot. Her mother preceded her father by 23 years and in all that time that bastard never bought a headstone for his wife.

Between the cost of the funeral and the headstone, I paid out over nine thousand dollars. Not that I am Saint by any means, but this was the right thing to do. The creditors foreclosed on the house two weeks after the funeral, the police, literally putting her out on the street.

Blanche and I came to an agreement; She would be my live-in housekeeper/ maid. She would receive room and board.
In addition to a small weekly stipend: twenty-five dollars for spending money.

We set up a payment plan; Blanche would satisfy my loan to her in eighteen months, and if she decided to stay on we would renegotiate a salary.

She moved in with three plastic garbage bags of clothing and personal items, her bicycle, plus four large cardboard boxes of books.

I kept it to myself, but was outraged; The contempt that I held for her mercenary sister. I can’t put it into words without using the vilest, most explicit profanity. In retrospect: It made me all the more protective of her… well, so much for minding my own business.

Blanche was my housekeeper/maid for 6 months. I suppose that she grieved for her father in her own way, considering how he treated her…. abused her… lied to her; she was smiling more often now and I had not heard her crying in her room in months.

I discovered that I could tolerate having a woman underfoot.

The house was certainly much neater and cleaner; it was spotless and there were no more dishes piling up in the sink. And anybodies cooking was an improvement over mine; hers was better than most.

The hardest thing was learning to share our one bathroom. She scolded me for leaving the seat up, but she was right, so I started leaving it down.

Blanche’s bedroom is across from mine and is the largest bedroom of the four rooms upstairs. Originally half the size, the previous owner removed the wall separating them and made one very large room out of two good-sized ones.

Not that I have many overnight guests, but I furnished this room quite lavishly as a guest bedroom with: a queen size poster bed with bedside tables on both sides, and brass hurricane lamps on each; a secretary’s desk, vanity table- with attached mirror and matching chair, plus three large dressers, a rocking chair with a matching footstool placed near one of the windows and a tiffany floor lamp beside the rocker for reading at night, plus a small round table near both for books or whatever.

Unfortunately, this room had no closet, so I included two large floor to ceiling wardrobes to hang clothing with mirrors on the inside doors. It should be noted that all the mentioned furniture is of black walnut.

After six months, Blanche’s books were still in the boxes on her bedroom floor. I decided to surprise her by putting some barrister bookcases in her bedroom while she was out.

I have a friend, David Ares who builds furniture and restores antiques. David was sure to locate some bookcases to match the bedroom furniture, and I was right.

David arrived with his wife Laura while Blanche was out of the house. Wednesdays are Blanche’s days off and normally she stays in her bedroom and reads or is in and out of my garage workshop just watching me work. Often she will just sit on a tall stool near the window with a book keeping me company. Blanche is not allowed to talk so that I will not be distracted.

On this Wednesday, I gave her specific instructions that I needed to be alone and sent her away for the day.

David helped me carry the bookcase sections upstairs and we rearranged the furniture while Laura unpacked the books and filled the bookcases once they were stacked in place.

Most of the books were dog-eared paperback romances, at least the books on top. The books on the bottom hidden from view were books on the subject of Erotica and Erotica Novels.

They just looked at one another smiling, the non-verbal message understood only by them; two people very intimate with each other; for a second I was jealous…. and then they looked at me, nodding and smiling.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" "Are you going to tell me or is it some big secret?" I asked.

"When are we going to meet her?" Laura asked. "You want to meet my housekeeper?" I asked, feigning obtuse. "

Now who is keeping secrets."? David offered.

Changing the subject I said "How about lunch it is on me." "Make it Indian and you have a deal." David agreed.

During lunch at "Little India", Dave and I talked about our upcoming weekend fishing trip. Laura was unusually quiet and I noticed her studying me, a thoughtful look on her face. I also noticed her frequently touching her silver shell shaped locket; I believe it was scallop shell.

During lunch I got another strange look, then Laura smiled at me; I’ll be damned if I knew what for; At least the subject of me being single did not come up. Laura was always trying to fix me up with a nice girl, and when she and her friend Marie got together, watch out!

I was in my workshop when Blanche arrived home. I looked up and she was standing in the doorway studying me.
I noticed that she had unbraided her hair and it fell well past her ass in silver white waves, and this was the first time that I had seen it out of her braid. "Hello Blanche how was your day?"

"I want to thank you for the bookcase, Adam." She said. "You are welcome." I replied. "I want to really thank you." Blanche offered taking a step forward. I put my plane down and walked over to her. I held out my hand for her to shake but Blanche shook her head; No.

I stepped closer to her and Blanche gave me a hug. Taking a step back, then hesitantly stepping forward, Blanche got up on her toes, put her hands on my shoulders and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. I was rewarded with the most precious red blush that spread across her pretty face.

"I’ll be in my room if you need me." She said, turning to walk away.

"Blanche?" She turned to look. I will join you in a minute." I said, smiling and winking. I really shouldn’t have teased her like that, but the look on her face was priceless, and the next blush was better then the first, so I continued wiping my hands on the shop towel, watching her squirm, just smiling at her, before I said, "Did you eat?"

"No, I was going to fix myself something." "Can I make something for you?" She asked. "I’ll split a large pizza with you." I offered. "I like mine with Italian sausage and anchovies if that’s OK with you?"

"That would be nice, I’ll pay for half." Blanche offered, looking relieved and smiling. "Order it then, I will go pick it up while you set the table." Adding, "I have something I want to talk to you about."

When I returned with our pizza, I was not surprised that she had braided her hair again. We sat in the kitchen ate our pizza with a wonderful tossed salad that she made and drank root beer; Blanche loves root beer.

"I have decided that you will wear a uniform when working." "One must strive to be their best whatever their chosen profession, however temporary. As your employer, I will of course defer the costs." "But…." She started to say.

"No buts, I am speaking to you as your employer now." I will broach no insubordination." "Do I make myself clear?"

Blanche just nodded, looking down. "Look at me when I am talking to you, Miss Rousseau. I said firmly.

"Yes, of course, whatever you think best sir. Blanche replied, looking into my eyes.

"Good, it is settled then." "I will be going fishing this weekend with a friend." "I will be leaving early Friday and returning Sunday evening." "I will leave you with my cell phone number to call in case of an emergency."

"Tomorrow I will take you to purchase your uniforms." I reached across the table and put my hand on hers.
"I’m telling you this as Adam." "You have a sweet smile and adorable dimples." "There you see, one here and one here."
I said reaching up and touching each of her cheeks with my hand. "You really need to smile more often."

"Thank you for the kiss." "It is always a pleasure to be kissed by a pretty woman."

In the morning, we went to a store catering to women’s professional wear and I selected a three short sleeve housekeeping dresses in basic black that fell just above her knees. The dresses were styled with concealed buttons with a single top button and white lapels plus white angle cut cuffs.

I also purchased one-dozen white rounded maids aprons, 6 pairs of white pantyhose, two pairs of black walking shoes and two plain cotton bras. Now I knew all of Blanche’s sizes.

Before we left the uniform store, I made her go to the dressing room to change into her uniform and then sent her to wait for me by the truck.

While still in the uniform store, I made a call on my cell phone to a woman that I had an affair with. I was the bogeyman to her un-committed lover for whom Samantha wanted a promise. We succeeded and I was invited to their small private ceremony.

"Samantha, this is David……………Yes, I’m fine thank you for asking………….. Of course next Tuesday…now for the reason that I am calling, I need a favor. I need to make an appointment to have my maid’s eyes examined………four o’clock will be perfect………..One other thing, what are you wearing…. you need to change, and I want you to put your hair up…why, you are gong to love this……………………….

Blanche was standing by the passenger door waiting for me to unlock it. "You look very professional in your new uniform Miss Rousseau." I said, complementing her. "Thank you sir." Blanche said smiling. Leaning closer I whispered, "You are also a very pretty woman, especially when you smile and I love your dimples." "Therefore, I am taking you out for lunch and I will not take no for an answer."

"May I ask you a question first?" Blanche asked. "You certainly may." I replied. "Technically, I am supposed to be working and should be making your lunch, correct?"

"Yes, technically you are correct." I answered "Then what type of lunch are you taking me on? She asked. "I will show you." I answered.

"Turn around." I said sternly. "Now stand straight with your hands folded in front of you." "Very good."

I took her thick silky silver white braid in my hand and stroked it, gauging its weight and thickness. I knew there was some women whose hair started to turn gray or white at an early age. Most of these women dyed theirs.

Blanche’s hair was very soft and thick and obviously well cared for. Her braid tapered at the bottom though, no doubt a good cut was in order; another mental knot, binding her in submission to me.

I loved the color of her hair. I found it to be quite exotic. I planned on cutting her hair myself…. her soon to be lover;
cutting her hair…. intimate and erotic…. dominate for my part and submissive for hers, so delicious, I could hardly wait.

As a fisherman and rod builder, I am more then familiar with ropes and knots, wrappings, bindings or braids…. the possibilities… a bookcase full of possibilities.

The maid uniform was the first mental knot…now for the second.

I started to take her hair out of her braid "Adam what are you doing?" " She exclaimed…. You can’t…"Hush" I admonished, interrupting her. I’m almost finished." As I smoothed her silver white waves of hair down her back and buttocks.

Reaching around her waist, I took her small hands in mine and gently brought them behind her back and held them in place with my left.

At six-two and weighing 175 lbs. I can easily over power Blanche. I have watched her work and she is quite strong for her size and I admire her for that. Nevertheless this maneuver illustrated the fact without hurting her.

" When you are technically working, I have decided that you will now pin your hair up in a nice bun or chignon." "Now that you are dressed properly, a long braid however beautiful is not in keeping with your new prim and proper image."

"Do you really think my hair is beautiful Adam?" Blanche asked hopefully as I stroked her waves with my right hand,
and she neither struggling nor protesting.

"Your hair is not only beautiful, I find the color to be very exotic." "The color of a sweet white rose." "As is the meaning and origin of your name, Blanche: French for "white".

I let go of her hands and Blanche turned to face me, her long hair now naturally falling in a center part now that it is was loose and unbound. "Are you asking me out on a date, Adam?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." I said bowing with a flourish, then offering her my arm. "I accept!" Blanche said smiling and taking my arm.

During lunch, I told her about her eye appointment with Dr. Sam. "You really could use some new glasses."
"I was thinking, three pairs, 1 of the 3 will be polarized sunglasses, the other two with changeable lenses.
I was thinking something in a metal frames; consider it part of your paid eye plan.”

"I have made all the arrangements for you." "Dr. Sam is the expert and will fit you perfectly and stylishly, trust me."

Samantha, Dr. Sam was a board certified optometrist. Sam is a large woman, plus sized with a round voluptuous figure.

Sam is an inch taller than I, we probably weigh close the same. Sam is a true alpha female. A strong willed dominant woman with her submissive lover, but feminine and sexy as hell; I met her on a trout stream of all places, and besides David, Sam is the only person to receive one of my custom bamboo rods as a gift.

I have also made her split bamboo switches with mahogany reel seats and cork handles, which she will apply to her submissive lover’s buttocks, never in anger only to discipline. I also know that Sam loves Grace and theirs is a consensual relationship.

Both of us are the alphas; as Grace and Blanche are submissives; we have much to talk about during our Tuesday luncheon dates, besides fishing and fly tying.

The event that brought us closer together intellectually and emotionally; and unspoken oath sealed with blood, happened almost a year before I met my sweet Rose.

One Sunday, Samantha telephoned me. "Adam, I have a proposition for you, what do you say to a Ménage a trois; You, Grace and I. Tonight’s the night." "I want to share it with you, for agreeing to help me make her jealous."

"Grace is ready to submit to me totally; she is such a luscious little morsel, and now will be molded to my will."

"Does Grace know I am coming?" I asked. "No." Sam replied, " And she will show you the proper respect, or else! " Then Samantha explained the script to me over the telephone.

When I arrived, Samantha was wearing a black silk kimono, with lacey black panties and matching bra underneath.

Sam’s long silky raven black hair was the same color as mine. Normally unbound when we had sex and falling just below her shoulder blades, it was now in a high ponytail. Her makeup, quite sultry: purple eye shadow with silver sparkles, silver eyeliner, and purple lipstick and of courses her bamboo switch.

"Here is your kimono Adam." She said, handing me one the same as hers along with a black silk men’s briefs. "Would you like a switch?" Sam asked. "No thank you, I prefer my good right hand." I answered honestly.

After I dressed, I sat down while she fixed my hair. Nothing outrageous; as a prelude to sex, she always enjoyed greasing my hair and combing it straight back; This being a small concession on my part.

Our love making always started with oral sex. The hair grease was what she used to grease her fingers to lubricate her anus, and my penis when I performed anal sex as she played with herself as I was doing her. Oral and anal were all I was allowed to give her; Samantha would never allow me vaginal intercourse, however, I got marvelous blowjobs.

Samantha would put her hair up in a bun for me to take down, I removing the hairpins to play with her long silky ponytail, and finally out of the ponytail loose and unbound. I loved playing with her long hair, Sam’s concession to me. Samantha is very vain about her hair.

"Now for your makeup." She announced, holding up a tube of pink lipstick. "When pigs have wings," I said laughing. Samantha just gave me an odd look.

We went to Sam’s bedroom, the thick carpeting muffling our footsteps. I observed that Grace sitting on a backless barstool with her hands secured behind her back with pink rope, the same rope securing her legs to the stool; a pink silk scarf for her blindfold.

Grace is about the same height as Rose, and in her mid-twenties. She has a very slim boyish figure with breasts the size of small apples and hardly any ass.

Grace is rather plain, although with makeup and the right clothing nice to look at. Her two best features are her golden blond hair and blue eyes; eyes the color of blue turquoise.

Samantha confided to me that Grace is very vain about her hair, constantly fussing with it, saying; "I know I am somewhat fussy myself with my hair, but Grace takes it to the extreme." "I have spent a fortune on her for hair care products that she has used only once and then throws away."

"I have to bribe my stylist to cut Grace’s hair, and that is just to trim the ends." "My stylist Mandy is the best that there is, but Grace always finds fault with Mandy’s best efforts." "The water is to hot or to cold; Not enough shampoo, to much shampoo…. you get the picture I am sure."

Grace was wearing a frilly pink teddy and matching pink panties. Shocking pink lipstick, makeup lightly applied. Grace’s long fingernails were colored the same shocking pink as her lips. Sam spoiled Grace terribly, pampering her; giving in to her every whim, and that was about to change.

I could feel myself getting hard, but was to remain silent for the moment letting Grace think that she and Sam were alone.

Samantha walked and stroked Grace’s long golden blond hair, wrapping her finger around one of the long ringlet curls.
Normally, Grace’s hair is straight and smooth almost reaching her slim waist; now her hair, styled in luscious ringlet curls caressing her back.

"What is your purpose in life?" Samantha asked. "To love and serve you Mistress." Grace answered. "What else?" she asked, lifting Grace’s chin with her switch "To obey you in all things and to serve and obey all dominants." Grace replied. " " Do you swear to obey me in all things as is witnessed by your Master?" Sam asked.

Grace paused, not answering right away. I am sure that Grace thought Sam misspoke and meant to say
Mistress. This was quite clever on Sam’s part. "I so swear Mistress." Grace replied proudly.

"What are you my dear?" Samantha asked. "I am a cunt." "I am your little cunt Mistress and I must learn to be a good girl." Samantha leaned in and kissed her mouth long and deep. "You have been behaving like a spoiled brat, but that will change little cunt." Sam informed her. "You will no longer be rude to Adam or refer to him as the bogeyman."

"I do not share your prejudice towards men." "You have much to unlearn from college." Sam said sternly, grabbing Grace’s curls and tugging for emphasis. "I will no longer tolerate your jealous behavior towards him."

Adam is very special to me." She said touching my cheek; that was not in the scrip; I took her hand and squeezed.

"You must learn to accept him and take what he has to offer." Sam told her, and looking at me knowingly. "You will apologize to him and address him as he tells you. I am sure that he will forgive you…. if you please him." "Then I will determine your punishment and he will carry it out."

"Now, again in regard to men, and particularly in regard to Adam." "From this moment forward your will no longer use your saucy mouth and sharp tongue to criticize Adam" "You will use them to compliment and celebrate his manhood as do I."

"Do you understanding what I am telling you Grace?"" Yes Mistress." "Grace answered impatiently. "Are you going to make love to me now?" "I am so horny, please untie me now Mistress." Grace said, starting to tug at her bonds. Sam asked her. "Do you love me Grace?" "Yes, Sam….I mean Mistress…please, I am so horny… "Hush dear one." Samantha said kindly. "I love you as well."

I was touched; it was obvious to me that they did love on another. I was so used to thinking inside the box. There are many ways to show love and affection. Grace’s total surrender for one. We all have our prejudices.

"And we will certainly make love this evening…. the three of us." Sam said, letting go of her golden curls, and kissing her mouth.

"I don’t understand…." Grace started to say, when I interrupted by pulling her head back by her hair and kissing her mouth saying, "The Bogeyman is here you spoiled little brat; beware the jabberwocky!" Again, now I was now quoting Lewis Carroll and Samantha gave me such a look? "You may call me Master Bogeyman."

"As I said earlier, my dear little cunt, you have much to unlearn from college." Sam explained, removing the pink silk scarf from Grace’s eyes. "Humility for one." "A slave has no need for clothing."

" Adam, if you please." I stepped in front of her and grabbed her lacey pink teddy, ripping it easily at the seams,
stripping her naked to the waist. "Samantha please, not him not now, I…" Her pleas stopped in mid sentence as Sam’s switch came down sharply on Grace’s naked back, causing her to scream out in surprise and pain."

"You do not have permission to speak." "And you will not speak for any reason without permission from Adam." She commanded. " He is my witness your vows."

"Do you understand now?" Grace nodded her head up and down for yes, her eyes pleading with Sam through her tears, afraid to look at me.

"My slave has no need for long painted fingernails." Sam said, handing me nail clippers; I cut Grace’s nails nice and short while Sam removed the makeup and lipstick from Grace’s face with a washcloth; Grace’s hands were still bound behind her back.

"As of Monday morning you will be starting your new job as a receptionist. My receptionist so I can keep and eye on you." Sam announced, while stroking Grace’s small breasts. I watched Grace’s nipples grow hard, standing erect and proud.

Sam nodded and I put my right hand underneath Graces little ass lifting her up to remove her panties, sliding them down to her knees before ripping them off of her.

I untied her legs from the stool and I made Grace stand, stroking her erect nipples from behind, while Sam was in front probing her moist pussy with her fingers; Grace’s pubic hair was the same golden blond as the hair on her head.

"Little brat." I said to her. "I am going to untie your hands now." "You had better be a good little girl." "Your Mistress is a woman, while you are a selfish spoiled little brat!"

I untied her hands and dropped the pink rope to the floor while holding both her hands behind her back in one of mine.

"A woman is allowed hair between her legs if she chooses." "Spoiled little girls do not." I advised her, stroking Grace’s now wet cunt with my left hand.

I led her to the bathroom where Sam was waiting with the electric clippers. Letting go of her hands, I picked Grace up and put her on the large vanity sink spreading her legs for Sam to shave the little brat’s Mon’s pubis. Sam started with Oster Electric Hair Clippers, and finished by lathering then shaving her smooth twice with a Gillette Fusion Razor.

"Kneel on the floor slave." San ordered, lightly tapping Graces shoulder with her bamboo switch.

Grace got down on her knees in front of me and I opened my robe and took off my black silk briefs, my manhood standing proudly at attention.

Sam grabbed Grace by her long curls and said," You will now use your mouth and tongue to celebrate and compliment his manhood." Forcing Grace’s head to my welcoming cock.

I took hold of Grace beautiful soft hair and told her to start licking while Sam got on the floor next to her and played with Grace’s wet pussy, caressing and probing with her fingers, causing her to moan with pleasure.

"Lick the tip in a circular motion." "Very nice, now the shaft from the base to the tip like an ice cream cone." Marvelous
now alternate between the two……….mmm, you will make a marvelous little cock sucker with practice." "Open your eyes and look at me." I ordered, tugging at her hair." "Look at my eyes…. the eyes of the Bogeyman whose cock you are licking."

"Your Mistress wanted me to shave your head as punishment for your bratty behavior towards me." "Don’t stop licking." I said tugging at her hair.

"That is right my sweet little cunt, but fortunately for you he is a kind man and convinced me otherwise." Samantha told her, handing me the scissors. "Now you may suck on it, starting with the tip." I told her, smoothing her curls down her back; suck and use your little tongue."

Starting from the right, I took a section of hair from the front, and cut it off at chin level, holding up for her to see, and dropping the severed curl into a crystal bowl that Sam was holding. "You will now take my whole cock in your mouth and suck, but don’t forget to use your tongue."

"That’s right, keep your head still, suck while I finish your haircut. I continued cutting until Grace’s it was even with the bottom of her chin.

"You are on your own now, I want you to lick and suck my cock until I come in your mouth and then you will swallow all of it." "If I enjoy my blowjob, and for your sake I had better, I may not to cut your hair super short during the rest of your ceremony."

My hands were in buried in Grace’s much shorter bobbed hair using it to control her speed to match my pleasure; all the while Samantha was licking and sucking Graces smooth, hairless cunt, while sticking her finger deep into Grace’s asshole, using my hair grease to help lubricate; Grace was moaning loudly enjoying the attention to her little cunt and was licking and sucking with abandon.

I pulled my cock halfway out of her mouth just before I came as not to gag her. Grace swallowed most of my come, having her orgasm soon after, while she was cleaning my cock and balls with her mouth and tongue.

I ordered her to the bathroom to get in the shower and wet down her hair for the final cut. Considering that this was my first attempt at cutting a woman’s hair, it came out quite well. Perhaps it was because I was proficient in creating the dry and wet flies and streamers I use in fishing. Shaping the much smaller feathers and fur to a precise shape and texture. Very satisfying, but not sensual nor as enjoyable as this, cutting and shaping a submissive woman’s hair, she not knowing how it will be styled or how short it will be cut.

I made Grace sit perfectly still on her stool while I combed her hair down, cutting it perfectly straight and blunt all the way around to the bottom of her ears. I could tell that Samantha was getting aroused watching me. At the end of the cut I turned things over to her. Sam blow-dried Grace’s hair fluffing the short bob around her face, declaring, "Adam, I love this cut on her!" "I can’t wait to curl it or slick it back away from her face and tuck it behind her ears!" "I want you to cut her hair on a permanent basis." "How about every fifth Tuesday?" I suggested.
That will be perfect, and Grace will of course compensate you any way you see fit." Sam gushed.
Before leaving, we tied her ankles together, then her hands behind her back, adding the silk scarf for the blindfold, leaving her on the floor.

We went downstairs to the living room to share a bottle of champagne that I brought chilling in the ice bucket.

Taking a sip from her glass," Adam" I can’t believe that you said that, beware the jabberwocky." "You never fail to surprise me." "How could you possibly know that Alice in Wonderland & "Through the Looking glass are my favorite books in the whole world?" " I am sure I have never told you." "I didn’t want you to think me silly."

"Samantha, I have something to tell you." "You need not say it Adam, I feel the same way about you." "Sam, I…"
"Let me finish." She interrupted. " I have thought about you and I." Sam said, squeezing my hand. "I am more Lesbian then I am bi." "I am ashamed to say that at first, you were only a dalliance…a walk on the wild side." "I will always prefer women best."

"Can you forgive me Adam?" "There is nothing to forgive Sam." "We are what we are."

"I tell you this honestly Samantha and this must remain between us; man or woman, I have never in my adult life felt
comfortable discussing my sexuality with anybody but you."

"Carnal desires aside, I am humbled and honored that you are sharing Grace with me." "I can tell by the way that you look at her that you truly love her."

" It is every man’s fantasy to get it on with two or more women, and if they are lesbians, men of my preferences imagining that we can turn them straight." "You too were a dalliance of sorts, I imagined I could…………

"Adam, are you embarrassed?" I paused and took a deep breath, and Sam continued, "You are embarrassed…. the Bogeyman… this is so sweet, again you surprise me, and I know what you mean; I won’t finish your sentence."

"Of course I will keep this between us." "You have my word on that Adam; you have just made me feel so special." "I am changing the script for you."

"When we go upstairs, I want you to fuck my cunt and then come inside of me." "You can even cut Grace’s hair shorter if you like." She offered, "Just don’t cut it to short." "I want something to hold onto when she licks my cunt."

"Samantha, I have never heard you talk like this before you are usually quite reserved."

"That is because we are now each others confessors." Sam exclaimed." "I am the one whom is humbled now."
"Do you realize the different perspectives we can now share; our hair fetishes for example?" "I always knew you had a fetish for long hair."

I saw the look on your face while you were cutting Grace’s hair off." She said. "And yours was as well, Sam." I pointed out, playfully pulling her ponytail." " I believe I could do a pretty good job of trimming yours as well." I said, kissing her. Surprisingly, Sam didn’t comment to my teasing. I would love to take over trimming her hair as well.

"But, you are right Samantha my dear Mistress." " Who better then we as mutual confessors." I removed my Spidero Cricket folding knife from my blue jeans hanging on a chair next to me and then opened the blade.

Standing in front of her and looking into Sam’s blue eyes, I made a small shallow cut in my right palm, deep enough to draw blood.

I handed her my knife and she cut her palm as well…. we grasped each others bloody right hands and squeezed…. our blood mingling in a silent oath.

Going back upstairs we got into her bed. Sam lay on her back and stretched like a plump cat, her arms above her head, and I straddled her, my hard cock poised to enter her hot pussy for the first time, as I looked into her eyes

"I want you to fuck me fast and hard and don’t be afraid of hurting me." She said. "Sam reached up as if to touch my face but slapped me hard instead and I returned the slap with equal force, smiling, knowing what to expect.

I rammed her hard making her gasp, then smile. As I pounded her, I felt her nails rake across my back. Sam reached up and pulled my head down to kiss me. I felt her tongue in my mouth as she kissed me, but then Sam bit my lip drawing blood. I slapped her face even harder stunning her momentarily, then slapped her again, looking into her beautiful blue eyes with my own gray ones, and daring her to bite me again.

I let Sam push me off of her. Encouraged, she tried to get me on my back and pin my arms, screaming," Brute, how dare you hit me you animal!" "Bite me again and see what happens you Amazon, those were just love taps." I retorted.

I let her get me on my back and mount me; Sam impaled her self on my cock, a look of triumph on her face as she pinned my wrists to the bed, and crossing them. Did she actually think she could hold my crossed wrists with one hand; she slapped my face hard with the other, smirking.

I grabbed her long ponytail pulling her to the side, putting her on her stomach. I pinned both her arms behind her back crossing her wrists and holding them there with my left hand making her scream in frustration. With my right hand, I used her ponytail like a pony’s reins as I pounded dripping pussy with my cock.

As our orgasms peaked; Sam was screaming, "fuck my cunt you brute" "fuck my cunt you animal", both of us in the throes of honest carnal orgasmic ecstasy; Sam still trying to free her arms. We were fucking like feral animals, intent on pleasing only ourselves; oblivious to Grace who was frightened and sobbing on the floor

Even after she came, Samantha was fighting me and enjoying it. I rolled her over on her back and pinned her wrists to the bed keeping her in place. She was looking up at me grinning. "The Cheshire cat has teeth and claws as well as a grin." I commented, grinning back at her. "You pulled the cat’s tail." Sam replied. We bogeymen are famous for that." I admitted, letting go of her wrists.

I took her hair out of the ponytail and arranged it over her breasts and shoulders and kissed her mouth, wincing as my lip was starting to swell. "I’m sorry Adam, I got a little carried away." "Now I know what you mean when you said you preferred your right hand." Sam admitted.

"Would you please put my little kitten on the bed for me?" Sam asked. "Grace needs to be mothered." I got out of bed and down on the floor next to her. "Grace its all right, calm down." I said stroking her hair. "I didn’t hurt your Mistress." "Stop crying."

After I untied her, I picked her up and gently put Grace on the bed next to Samantha.

Sam stroked her hair and cradled her gently in her arms, whispering to her soothingly to calm her, to assure her love.
We made eye contact with Sam, smiling at her and shaking my head.

Initially, I was invited by Sam to spend the night in bed with the two of them. But that was before we went off script early in our carnal play.

After all that had happened between Sam and I, to stay would be selfish. I left the extra 2 bottles of champagne for them to enjoy chilling on ice…spending the night at home…alone.

When we arrived for Blanche’s appointment, Sam was in the back waiting for her cue. The office was empty as planned except for Grace.

In on our little production, Grace’s hair was styled in luscious short tight ringlets and parted on the right.

Grace was dressed to entice, wearing a short, tight slinky blue dress with high heels, her makeup heavy and slattern right down to bright pink lipstick.

Grace walked over to greet us, and nodded at Blanche, but put her arms around my neck, hugging me and kissing my cheek leaving a lipstick imprint from her lips on my cheek. Blanche sat down in a chair glaring at her, while I sat on the couch.

I gave her ass a little squeeze for good measure, and then Grace brought over the forms for Blanche to fill out and sign,
while sitting close to me making small talk.

Grace’s hands were all over me, and I could see Blanche watching us out of the corner of her eyes quite annoyed and getting angry at Grace’s flirting and no doubt jealous.

At one point, Blanche pressed down hard enough on the clipboard with her pen to tear the paper, and having to start over with a fresh sheet…. twice… so far so good.

"I’m done now Mr. Richards." Blanche said, getting up and glaring at Grace. "When will I be seeing Dr. Sam?" Blanche asked, putting the form on Grace’s desk and continuing to glare at her.

"Would you please see if the Doctor is available to see me now?" Blanche asked, sitting down between us, and giving Grace a shove. "I have a few questions for him before he examines my eyes."

Grace got up and smiled sweetly at Blanche and bent over and kissed my lips saying to me, "Don’t be a stranger Adam." Giving Blanche a clear view of her lacey pink panties, and giving her ass a little shake in Blancher’s face for good measure before walking into Sam’s office closing the door behind her.

After about five minutes, Sam and Grace came walking. Sam was wearing a knee length dark gray skirt, with a matching gray jacket over a white silk blouse cut to show off her ample breasts.

At my request Sam had styled her long black hair in a French twist and her makeup was conservative and proper.

Samantha offered Blanche her hand, introducing herself.
It was obvious from the look on her face that Blanche was expecting a man.

Putting her at ease, Sam sat with Blanche ignoring us while making small talk while reviewing Blanche’s paperwork and
filling in the Doctor’s portion on the forms.

Next came the eye exam followed by the selection of frames. Sam told Blanche that the glasses would be ready in 2 weeks. While all this was going on, I was talking to Grace; and talking softly so that Blanche could not hear the conversation. "How am I doing, Master Bogeyman?" Grace asked, smiling. "You are a very convincing actress, little brat……………………………………….."

"Adam, may I see you in my office for a moment?" "Sam asked. Certainly Doctor. Looking at Blanche, "I’ll be out shortly Miss Rousseau." "If you like you may wait for me in the car." "Thank you sir but I will just wait for you here if you don’t mind." "There is an article in this magazine that looks interesting." Blanche said, sitting down, still glaring at Grace.

We went into Sam’s office closing the door behind us and then locking the door with a loud click. We intended to make Blanche wait a good 20 minutes. Sam was to take her hair down and then style it in a low chignon. Then she would walk out of her office pretending to have forgotten to put her jacket back on.

I received a bonus; I took her hair down while she performed oral sex on me, afterwards Sam fixed her hair in a chignon while I watched Blanche on the security monitor waiting impatiently in the chair, staring at the Sam’s office door.

We came out of the office as planned, Blanche staring at Sam; we were quite certain what she must be thinking.
Before we left, I shook hands with Dr. Sam for Blanche’s benefit.

When we got into the truck, Blanche slammed her door shut. She took a Kleenex from her purse. "Adam you have something on your face." "There that’s better." She said, angrily, as she roughly wiped the remains of Grace’s lipstick from my face, then shoving the used tissue into her purse, closing her purse with a sharp final snap. Blanche had a temper after all: she was so cute when she was angry.

On the way home from her eye exam we stopped off at the drug store. Blanche went in to purchase some large hairpins and more elastic hair ties, as well as shampoo and conditioner. I waited in the truck for her awhile, she was taking more time then she usually does.

I went back into the drugstore to find Blanche in the perfume and makeup section. Her back was to me. I was sure that she didn’t see me come in. I went outside to the car to wait for her. As she was getting in I asked, "What have you got in the all the bags Miss Rousseau?" "Did you buy out the store?" I asked. "Just some girl things." She said, still angry looking straight ahead.

"What kind of girl…. oh, those things, I said nodding, pretending to be embarrassed, putting the truck in gear and driving home. Blanche gave me a dirty look.

Later that day I was in the front of the house cutting the grass with my push reel lawnmower, I hate the noise that gas lawnmowers make, and my property was just under an acre; besides, it was good exercise.

Still in her maid’s uniform, my Blanche came outside to model her first bun for me. As I said earlier, Blanche’s hair is thick and heavy. Looking at the results, it was obvious that she had not fixed her hair this way before; lets just say her bun was adequate. And it appeared this was also her first attempt with make-up and I will leave it at that. Blanche did these things for me and I loved her for it.

Who was I kidding, certainly not myself. I was wrong about what I said early…. tolerating having a woman under foot. I wanted her here and not just for 12 more months.

"How do I look, Adam?" She asked. "Well that depends" I answered. Are you asking me as Miss. Rousseau?" "Or am I talking to somebody else?" "Could you be somebody else…perhaps my sweet Rose?"

"Let me show you". "She said. This time no longer hesitating, Blanche put her arms around my neck and I leaned forward so that she could kiss my mouth.

" Miss Rousseau, you look prim and proper, very professional." Her arms still around my neck, and smelling like roses; this fragrance was perfect for her."

"Let me show you again." She said. I put my arms around her waist while she kissed me.

"This time it is definitely somebody else." I exclaimed, "And she is sweet and pretty and smells like roses." " Rose put her head on my chest, and I could feel her melt into to me" "And I have never had a woman do that before.

"Who do you suppose this lovely lady is that I am holding?" "Your sweet Rose?" Blanche suggested.

I glanced over at my sad white rosebushes. It seemed no matter what I did with them they would barley flower.
Mostly they produced leaves, so I let them grow wild.

I intended to dig them up eventually. The thing was, I working in the yard for more then an hour and I didn’t notice it…. one perfect red rose on the smallest of my rosebushes.

Taking her hand we walked over to the bush, and then I cut the rose from it with my pocketknife, removing the thorns.

Turning to her, I placed the red rose in her hair and kissed her cheek. "Please make me a pitcher of green mint iced tea Miss Rousseau, I’m absolutely parched." I then turned and continued cutting the grass.

That evening, I invited her to cuddle with me on the couch and watch classic movies on television. I had to get up early in morning as David was picking me up at 8:00 AM; I kissed her cheek then handed her the remote and got up wishing her a good night.

Dropping the remote, Rose got up and put her arms around my waist. "Adam, what about me, your sweet Rose, aren’t you going to make love to me tonight." she asked. I kissed her mouth this time.

"Are you sure that you are ready for that." "As capable you are in so many things, you are a mere baby in these matters"
I advised her kindly, stroking her hair. "Are not our hugs and kisses enough for now?" I asked. "Now you are teasing me Adam and I am hardly a baby! "Do I look like a baby to you?"

"No of course not." "And, I am not teasing you." "I am merely pointing out your lack of experience in these venues."
"I have been with many women, and have women as friends" "You can teach me." She offered. Trying to undo my belt.

Still facing her, I put her hands behind her back and held them there. "Are you sure that you are ready Rose?" I asked. "I could take you right now and have my way with you." "Can you not feel my erection through my pants pressing against you?"

"Shall we start tonight as lovers." I said kissing her long and deep. " Shall I teach you to please me as I will please you?"

"Do you promise trust me Rose." I asked letting go of her hands and putting my hands around her small waist.
"I promise to trust you Adam." Rose answered. "I have always trusted you." Her head pressed against my chest, hugging me. "I love you Adam." "You have been so kind to me."

"Listen well my love." "I can no longer take money from you; there shall be no debt between us." "In this you shall also obey."

"As you trust me Rose, you must also obey me in all matters especially pertaining to our lovemaking, you must submit to totally." "I promise to obey sweetheart, I just want to please you." Rose said eagerly. "I will do anything you say." "I will hold you to that." I said looking into her brown eyes.

"Show me your hands Rose." "We shall start with your hands." I said, stepping back and holding them palms down.

"Starting right now, you will stop biting your nails!" "Children bite their nails." "If you do not stop I will not make love to you." "If you persist in biting them, corrective measures will be taken." I told her sternly.

"One way or another, I will break you of that bad habit." "Your hands are too beautiful to be marred in this manner." "Let show you what you will be missing if you persist."

"Put your arms around my neck." Rose meekly complied. I picked her up, my arms underneath her knees; Rose kissed my cheek, sighing with contentment as she put her head close to mine as I carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

I put her down in front of the wardrobes opening the doors so I was standing behind her, Rose facing the mirrors. I put my arms around her trim waist and said. "You may not speak until I give you permission my sweet Rose."

"I will no longer call you Blanche." "You shall be my Rose and too Rose you shall answer." "The white page will be
written over and so shall you as we complete our story together…. our life together."

"I have often undressed you with my eyes." I told her as I slowly unbuttoned her double knit polyester blouse, thinking; she should be wearing fine pima cotton, cashmere or satin… taking Blanche’s blouse off of her and dropping it to the floor.

Next came her slacks of the same material, leaving her with plain but practical white bra and panties, when there should be fine silks next to her creamy smooth skin.

I ran my hands over her smooth flat tummy, watching her reactions in the mirror, nuzzling and kissing ears, neck and shoulders while enjoying the lingering scent of roses from her perfume.

I removed her bra, dropping it to the floor, my hands caressing her breasts, making her moan with pleasure as
her nipples hardened, beautiful and round with large pink sensitive areolas just begging to be licked and sucked.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently turned her to face me. Taking her hands and looking into her brown eyes, I placed them at my top shirt button.

I let her undress me; first my favorite red flannel shirt, all that I was wearing above the waist; Rose held it to her face and smelled it, sighing with pleasure before dropping it on her pile of clothing on the floor.

Rose took her little hands and starting at my shoulders, caressing chest, and stomach and slowly kissing her way to my button down Levi blue jeans.

Rose was now kneeling before me as she unbuckled my brown garrison belt, slowly undoing the buttons, smiling as she did so and then pulling the jeans down to my ankles for me to step out of. I was wearing nothing underneath to surprise her and surprise her I did.

She hesitated looking up at me. "You are doing fine." I said softly as I caressed her face. "Perhaps you are not ready for that yet."

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Offering her my hands I helped Rose to her feet. "Let me show you how it is done." I took her panties in both hands and ripped them down the seams pulling them from her body, making her gasp.

Rose’s pubis was shaved smooth; no doubt the influence from her books on erotica. Everything was shaved down there; I made her turn and show me everything.

Rose’s Labia Majora was pink and plump…. swollen with arousal. I stroked those outer pussy lips with my hand making her moan with pleasure, her sweet cunt-dripping wet with desire, the sweet smell of her sex mingling with the scent of roses; a smell to driving me wild with lust.

"You have a magnificent little cunt my dear." "I am sure that it will taste delicious." "You still do not have permission to speak." "Take your hair out of your bun and leave it in a ponytail." "Very nice." I said stroking her long thick ponytail,
"Very nice indeed.

"Get into bed and lie on your back". When she did, I got into bed next to her. I parted her outer lips, pushing them aside with my fingers to reach her more sensitive Labia Minora.

Then I started licking and sucking with my tongue, making her shudder and moan even louder while probing her clitoris with my tongue.

When I sensed that her orgasm was starting to peak,
I rolled her over onto her stomach. "Kneel on the bed little Rose…. now put your head down and brace yourself." "You have permission to speak." "Do you wish me stop?" I asked, knowing full well that she didn’t. "Tell me what you want Rose."

"Please Adam." I remained silent, waiting for her to continue, teasing her. "I want you to make love to me." She moaned as I stroked her pussy lips. "Perhaps you are not ready. "I pointed out." "What else do you want you naughty girl?"

"I am not a girl, I’m…" I interrupted slapping her exposed buttocks twice, hard enough to sting, then continued stroking and probing her pussy with my fingers. "Don’t argue with me." I admonished. "What are you sweet Rose?" "I don’t understand…." I interrupted her again with another slap, much lighter, and this time her vaginas lips, and continuing probing her cunt deeper with my fingers and stroking her clitoris.

"I’m a naughty girl." Rose said moaning with pleasure. "Whose naughty girl are you Rose?" "I’m your naughty girl, Sir." She answered. "That is correct, you are my naughty girl." "Do you want to suck my cock, naughty girl?"

"Yes, please…. Sir." Rose answered. "I am ready, I want to suck on your cock and lick it…oh god… It feels so good please fuck my cunt…I’m so naughty…."

I entered her from behind thrusting deep into her welcoming pussy, intent on ravishing her swollen clitoris with my
cock, Rose achieving multiple orgasms as I assaulted and came in her dripping wet pussy, my hand wrapped around her ponytail.

Afterwards, we just lay there holding each other, neither of us talking, just enjoying our closeness. Rose just seemed to melt into me…my naughty girl couldn’t get close enough; and I loved her; so small and precious; We fell asleep in each other’s arms, satisfied for the moment.

I awoke to her sweet kisses on my face, "Adam, your friend David was on the phone." "He said that his truck broke down and that he was going to be late, something about a the alternator."

"What time is it Rose?" I asked, opening my eyes. She had her hair pulled back in a nice ponytail and was wearing my red flannel shirt. It was much to large for her, fitting more like an oversize robe, and falling to her knees; Rose’s mental bond over me; laying her claim on me, very intuitive; and it worked; she looked lovely standing there.

"It’s almost seven o’clock." Rose replied. "Nice robe." I commented. "I used to have a shirt just like it." "But I like it better on you." I said, grabbing her and pulling her down on the bed with me. I was kissing and tickling her, making her laugh and squeal as she tried to make me stop. I left her breathless on the bed while I went to take a shower.

I was luxuriating in my nice hot shower, enjoying myself, soaping my head and face, when all of a sudden the water went ice cold. I leaned forward, trying to find the hot water knob; a little hand slapped mine, startling me; followed by laughter. "Rose!" I shouted. "Cut it out!" "I have to get ready." "He could be here any time." As I reached for the hot water knob, she slapped my hand away again.

I lunged at her, trying to grab her and missed, pulling the shower curtain down instead. I rinsed quickly in the cold water, turning it off and wrapping a towel around my waist.

Rose was standing there laughing at her little joke. I got out of the tub. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
I demanded. She was standing there smiling with those wonderful dimples and wearing my red flannel shirt.

"I am just being naughty." "I thought you liked me being naughty, Mr. Richards?"

Holding the towel with one hand, and no longer angry, I tried grabbing her again and missed. Still holding the towel, I chased her out of the bathroom, through the hall, past her bedroom, down the stairs, into the kitchen and out the back door onto the driveway. As luck would have it, David and Laura pulled up in separate vehicles and were getting out.

Keep in mind, even though all that she was wearing was a bra and panties underneath, Rose was covered; All I had was a towel, which might as well have been a washcloth, and Rose got behind me, blushing as red as a delicious red apple.

David and Laura just stood there smiling at one another, with amused and knowing looks on their faces.

Laura was the first to speak, "Adam aren’t you going to introduce us to Miss Rousseau?" She asked stepping around me and introducing herself to Rose as if this were the most normal thing in the world to find us like this in the driveway.

Holding out her hand, Laura said, "I am so happy to finally meet you Miss Rousseau." "I’m Laura Ares and this is my husband David."

"You must be a very special lady to get this misguided bachelor acting so silly." "What man, other then a man in love would chase his lady outside in broad daylight wearing only a towel."

"That is so romantic." Laura added. "Please call me Rose, Laura." My naughty girl said, talking Laura’s hand. "May I offer you a cup of coffee or tea?" "That would be lovely, Rose." "I’d love a cup of coffee." "David and I brought croissants and Amish butter."

Laura and Rose casually walked in to the house together chatting away, leaving David and I standing in the driveway with the butter and croissants.

I turned to David, scowling. "It was all Laura’s idea." He said laughing. "She wanted to surprise you." David explained. "Laura wanted to meet the woman who finally reeled you in…. no pun indented."

"You are an asshole." I said laughing. "If we hurry we can still have breakfast with the ladies and be on our way before ten."

When we arrived home early Sunday afternoon, I was not at all surprised to find Laura and Rose together waiting for us.
Laura was dressed nice, but then Laura always dresses nice. That afternoon my eyes were on my sweet Rose.

Laura must have taken her shopping while we were gone: Rose looked incredible. She was wearing a pair of tight blue denim Levi jeans which displayed her marvelous figure.

Rose had on short red leather boots with semi-pointed toes with a walking heel, stylish, comfortable and sexy. Rose’s blouse was a white voile cotton, an embroidered peasant blouse-satiny sky blue embroidery on the front, the sleeves and around the neck, the smocked neckline had a sky-blue tasseled neckline tie at the center front and matching trailing tassel ties on the three-quarter sleeves, the hem-unadorned.

Rose’s hair was pinned up in a sleek cinnamon bun, a style both simple and elegant. And her makeup…. well, it accented her eyes for one, the rest, perfect for her complexion; my god, she was drop dead gorgeous.

The look on her face as she watched me staring at her. Rose’s smile was sunlight…. warm and inviting. Rose looked fabulous and she knew it. Laura was standing behind Rose and was beaming. David was unloading his truck.

I took Rose’s hands in mine. She had been given a manicure and buff with a coat of clear nail polish…. they looked much better.

I bent over to kiss Rose as she melted into me, as she always melts into to me. Oblivious to everything but her, I closed my eyes and hugged her, savoring our moment.

When I opened them, Laura was standing behind Rose smiling and wiping tears from her eyes; David was standing behind me with his hands folded…. waiting.

"We wish to thank you two boys for volunteering to take us two girls out to dinner." "There is a live band at the Gun Smoke this evening and they are serving all you can eat ribs." Laura announced. "I have a change of clothing laid out for you in the bathroom David and I brought your shaving kit.

We all had a wonderful evening at the Gun Smoke. Rose comported herself as a lady and received many admiring glances from the men present.

I underestimated her; Rose was an excellent dancer, such graceful movements. In this, Rose and Laura are much the same; I have two left feet when it comes to dancing and prefer the slow dances. As we danced together, I was content to let Rose lead.

When we got home that evening, my naughty girl was all over me. "Let’s go upstairs and make love." She purred. "What did I tell you about my your nails?" I asked. But I fixed them just for you." "Laura showed me how." Rose said, hugging me and unbuttoning my shirt to get at my chest, and then kissing and licking. I will think about it." "But Adam, that’s not fair." She said pouting." I pulled her close and kissed her luscious lips.

"You look beautiful this evening my love." "But you will obey me." I said, kissing her hands. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, my naughty girl." "I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning when I awake to your kisses, and I want my arms around you before I fall asleep at night." Rose reached up and touched my face. "Can we go to bed now, I want to suck on your cock?"

"Not yet, I want you to strip for me and slowly." I said, putting Rose’s hands behind her back. "Tonight we are going to spice things up."

I walked her over to the living room holding onto her hands and put her in a corner. "You do not have permission to speak." I said slapping her tight little ass sharply, making her jump. "Keep your hands behind your back and close your eyes." I ordered letting go of her little hands. "I advise you not to move, my naughty girl."

I went workshop and returned with the tall stool that Rose liked to sit on to read and put it in the kitchen. From there I went into my bedroom and changed into my black Kimono and brought down a red silk headscarf, plus a small coil of soft red 1/4-inch braided kevlar rope and a leather pouch containing my haircutting kit, and then going downstairs to sit in my armchair.

"Come here my dear and stand in front of me." "I love your hair this way; very elegant and lady like." "You may strip for me now but do not touch your hair."

Rose was standing before me naked, smiling and licking her lips and teeth sticking out her little tongue to tease me; she looked beautiful and knew it.

"You are a very beautiful woman my love, it is such a delight just to watch you undress." I said, getting up, now that she was naked and vulnerable. I stood behind her stroking her breasts, watching her nipples harden at my touch; telling her
"Such wonderfully sensitive nipples." I whispered, while I nuzzled her neck, and kissed and licked her ears. "I believe that I can make you come without touching your little clit."

"Close your eyes." I took the red silk headscarf from my robe pocket and covered her eyes, tying the scarf behind her head, and then licking and sucking her luscious round breasts. Rose’s head was tilted back and her hands were in my hair and caressing my face.

Soon I had her moaning with pleasure in her arousal, her sweet little cunt dripping with desire. Rose’s hips were gyrating; she was squeezing her legs and thighs together trying to stimulate herself.

I could sense her orgasm starting to crest. Rose reached down to touch herself and I slapped her ass just hard enough to sting. "None of that, my naughty girl." I said.

"Put your arms behind your back, hands together with your palms out." as I slapped her ass again, making her, moan with pleasure, the jolt stimulating her clitoris.

I lashed her wrists together with the red rope. "There no longer is any need for you to masturbate." You are my woman now, and you will obey me, naughty girl." You will not masturbate without my permission." "You will submit to me and do as you are told."
"Heaven help you if I you ever disobey for any reason because you will be punished; you will be spanked hard. I will not hold back…and it will hurt. I told her harshly.

"I will provide for your pleasure as you will provide for mine."
I whispered in her ear, kissing her neck and throat and face.

I kissed her mouth long and deep, caressing her little tongue with mine. I then continued finishing her orgasm by licking and sucking on her breasts and lightly slapping her cute little ass, listening to her moan loudly, watching her squirm, unable to get loose and completely at my mercy.

Taking off her blindfold, and holding her face in my hands, I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and said, "I know you so well my love." "As you know me…. when, where, and how to push my buttons you little vixen." "We were meant for one another." "When you melt into me as no woman ever has, I feel as if you are a part of me; you know it as well.

I took of my robe and briefs and sat in my armchair ordering Rose to get down on her knees in front of me. "You may now speak you little vixen." "Tell me what you want." "I want to suck on your cock." She said, kissing my stomach and sticking her little tongue in my navel, and smiling mischievously.

"Are you still horny my naughty girl?" "Do you want me to fuck your cunt?’ I asked, as I was taking the hairpins from her bun. "I want to lick and suck your cock first."

"There we are, the last one." I said, dropping the hairpin to the floor." You have such a thick ponytail" "Start by licking the tip in a circular motion."

"Yes that’s right…. keep it up…. good, but open your eyes and look at me when you suck my cock." "Very nice, that’s how to use your tongue."

"Lick the shaft, the entire length, yes, yes, that feels wonderful………………."

I wrapped my hand around her ponytail, pulling her head back. "Do you know what is in the leather pouch?" I asked.
Yes, Adam." she said softly. "You love your hair long, don’t you Rose my love?" I asked. "Yes…are you going to cut my ponytail off?" Rose asked, looking worried.

"If I did, would you leave me Rose?" "No, I just want to please you. "I am your woman after all " She answered, truthfully. "I love you more then anything, including my hair."

"But you would submit even though you would not want me to cut your hair short?" "Yes Adam, please don’t cut my hair." "I would hate it short!" Rose pleaded, staring to cry; real tears falling from her beautiful brown eyes.

"Hush" I said, wiping away her tears, and kissing her. "I am not going to cut off your ponytail or cut your hair short."

"From this moment forward, I will determine how long your hair will be and how it will be cut and only I am allowed to cut it." "You are forbidden to change anything about your hair without my permission."

"You do need a good cut however." Your braid narrows at the bottom where your hair is thinner." "I want your braid the same thickness the entire length." "Stand up and turn around my love." I ordered, untying her wrists, and taking her hair out of the ponytail, letting it fall long and loose to the bottom of her ass cheeks."

"Tomorrow, after we are both well rested, I will blunt cut it waist length." I advised her, placing my hand level with her trim waist. "Your braid will look so much nicer, plus it will be easier to put up in a bun, not to mention the perfect length for a sexy long ponytail."

Rose stood there with her hands behind her, smoothing her hair over her ass cheeks. Gathering her hair in a ponytail, Rose brought the ponytail in front of her and looked at her ends…. frowning, I standing in front of my armchair watching.

Letting her hair drop behind her, Rose but her arms around my neck, kissing me, caressing my tongue with her little one.
Stepping back, she put her hands on my chest and started caressing and kissing it. My naughty girl was smiling now, her dimples on display, the same mischievous look on her face as when she was in the bathroom with me before I chased her outside.

Rose pushed me down into my armchair and got on her knees, going down on me, kissing, licking and sucking.

My hands were buried in her hair, while I talked Rose through her first blowjob; deep throating her, but pulling out just enough so when I came and exploded in her mouth so Rose wouldn’t gag. Rose swallowed every bit of semen and finished by licking my cock and balls clean. Afterwards, we sat in the kitchen and shared a small pot of chamomile tea.

Rose excitedly told me about her weekend with Laura; Including what they did and where they went shopping, mostly window shopping; with the exception for Rose’s makeup, on which she splurged, and the one outfit that Rose wore this evening. Obviously Rose was very impressed with Laura and well she should be, they both coming from similar backgrounds, and they spent most of the weekend together, just talking and doing as Rose put it: "girl things." I just sat and listened to her talk. Even so, I was tired and needed to sleep. "I’m exhausted and will be heading off to bed, will you join me?" I asked.

I awoke in the morning with Rose asleep, snuggled up against me. I put my arms around her and let her sleep,
playing with her long hair, thinking about and anticipating cutting her hair. I was pleased with the progress I had made with her in such a short period of time.

I was positive that I would be able to break her of biting her nails. As I said before, Rose has beautiful hands. Not that I liked long painted nails on woman; Quite the contrary, short sensible and well manicured nails with a clear coat of polish for my Rose. If necessary, she would receive my good right hand on her bare bottom to coax her along.

I had already decided about her clothing. I would replace everything piece by piece until all of her Blanche clothing was gone. The maid uniform was just the start. I would ease her into my preferences gradually, making my preferences her own, as I was doing with her hair; no layers or bangs, perms or change of color; just a simple blunt cut that will remain waist length.

The internet was the key for Rose’s clothing. I would select unique and beautiful things for Rose that is not available in the box big stores or in most snotty women’s boutiques, starting with her undergarments. On occasion I will take her shopping, and she may make selections for my approval, this being a wonderful opportunity to show her off.

After lying in bed for a while, I got up to shit, shower and shave, in that order. While I was soaping up in the shower, I heard Rose walk into the bathroom, and I quickly rinsed my face. I saw a little hand with a white towel come around the back of the shower curtain, waving the towel back and forth. Rose stepped naked into the shower with me holding a large natural sea sponge and a bar of Musgo Real Men’s Body Soap.

"I bought these for you when I went shopping with Laura." Rose told me. "Thank you my love, what a nice surprise." Are you going to wash me now?" I asked, receiving yet another blush from her. "Only if you kiss me first." Rose replied, and I did.

Rose rubbed me down with the coarse soapy sea sponge and it felt wonderful, but used her little hands to wash my privates. I let her wash my hair with my old standby: Johnson’s Baby Shampoo, now it was her turn.

Opening the shower curtain, Rose reached down for her castile soap and handed it to me. "I want you to use your hands, sweetheart. I have shampoo and conditioner for my hair." She said. "After you wash me, I will shave and then you can do my hair." "You are just full of surprises this morning you little vixen." Rose just smiled.

Rose shaved her legs, under her arms and then her pubis while I watched, followed by me washing and conditioning her hair.

After we toweled off, it was time for Rose’s haircut. As in my workshop, she was not allowed to speak as to not distract me until I was finished. We went to the kitchen and Rose sat nude on her stool, while I combed her hair out. Next, I divided her hair into sections, twisting them up and clipping them on the top of her head. I combed out the first section again and cut it straight across, exactly waist length, bringing each uncut section down to the cut sections, using these as a guide. After it was dried, I combed her hair out again and evened out any stray pieces that I missed until the bottom was cut perfectly straight and even. I braided Rose’s hair in the simple braid that she wore that night six months ago in my kitchen.

Rose’s thick and silky braid was now the same thickness the entire length. "You may look at and touch your hair now my love, I am very satisfied with the results."

I chose the kitchen to cut her hair for many reasons. For one this is where I first met her and we made our first connection.
Second there are no mirrors for her to view her haircut; Rose could never be sure how short I was actually cutting her hair and I did not allow her to touch it during the cut. If Rose had gone to a salon to have her hair cut and styled, she would have be able to view the cut in progress and consult with and make suggestions to the stylist; as would any woman at the salon, Rose would in charge of her hair and be able to make choices. On some level, Rose’s submissive nature allowed her to enjoy my dominance over her.

There was no doubt that Rose loves me, as I love her. Intellectually and emotionally, Rose trusts me enough to be assured that I know the difference between dominance and abuse; For my part I will never violate that trust; Rose knows how to push my buttons. Whether intentionally, subconsciously or both, I really can’t say. Perhaps this is why I find her so fascinating. Rose will always remain a challenge to explore.

Getting back to the haircut: Rose pulled her braid from behind her and examined it intently. I could tell she was pleased. "I watched her unbraid her hair and let it fall down her back to her waist, shaking her head, the reaching back to feel the ends, frowning then smiling. Next she brushed it, followed by pulling her hair up into a ponytail, feeling it’s weight and thickness; and finally twisting it up into a cinnamon, pinning the perfect size bun in place.

Rose was almost shaking with excitement. "Sweetherart you are right, I love it." "It is much easier to fix in a bun for you and my braid and ponytail look and feel better!"

We had breakfast and I had Rose put on her maid’s uniform to go shopping but I did not tell her where we were going or for what. Rose came down wearing her makeup, artfully applied thanks to Laura’s mentoring. Our first stop was to a large mall to visit Frederick’s of Hollywood. I bought her a black garter belt, black thong, an under corset, plus a pair of black fishnet stockings and a pair of red pumps. Before we left the store, I made her change into them. Rose initially balked, but relented when I folded my arms and gave her a look.

Next we went shopping for groceries. My time as a bachelor gave me a lot of time on my hands, working out of my home the same. I have always shopped in many small specialty markets, and Mom & Pop stores whenever possible.

I always buy my jars of kimchi, rice, and hot peppers from Mr. Pang, my spices and teas, and coffee from Mr. Adani’s Indian Specialty Market. Mr. Adani also owns the Little India Restaurant.

We then had lunch in a little family dinner famous for their fresh ground 1/2-pound hamburgers, onion rings and homemade root beer in frosted glass mugs.

I chose a corner both for us sitting close to my sweet Rose and took her bun down and played with her ponytail while we
were waiting for our order and received many kisses from Rose, snuggled up next to me.

After we finished shopping for groceries, I put the perishables in the ice chest with block ice and locked the truck. We went to the bookstore and spent a few hours there looking through books and magazines and sipping coffee.

Dropping the groceries at home, I had Rose pack us a lunch and I put a tarp and two sleeping bags in the bed of the truck while she changed into jeans and green flannel shirt.

I took the back roads to a private road that I have permission to use; originally as an access to a trout stream. However, this late afternoon I had something else in mind. I knew where there was a spot hidden from view and accessible by a single hidden path and surrounded with impenetrable thorn bushes. The clearing we entered was a small flat hillock, approximately forty-foot in diameter and covered with soft grass and clover.

I purchased this five-acre parcel of posted land containing the hillock from an old farmer and his son. Covered with large boulders, thorny bushes, sumac, scrub, plus numerous rabbit warrens. Worthless for planting, almost impossible to clear; It was a bonus in this case being landlocked. The only access to even get close to it was the gated private road.
I have a 99-year right-of-way and no doubt that old farmer was unaware of the clearing.

Before we entered, I blindfolded Rose with her red silk scarf and told her to wait. I carried everything in that we brought and came back bringing her to the center of the circle.

Taking off her blindfold, I asked, "Well, what do you think?" "Adam it’s beautiful, how did you find it?" She said, sitting down and running her hand through the grass and clover.

I sat down next to her, "I was fishing for brooks and I saw the largest buck rabbit that I have ever seen sitting up on it’s hind legs watching me." "I tried getting closer to see if he was a pet or partially tamed." "He kept hopping away and the stopping and looking back to see if I was following him."

"The closest I got to him was no more then 75 yards." "I followed him in here, but once inside, he was no where to be seen" "Adam, is that true or are you teasing me?" I am not teasing, and you are the first person that I have ever brought here." I said, sitting down next to her.

"Do you think it could be a fairy mound and the little people dance here by the light of the moon?" Rose asked, poking fun at me and smiling. "I’ve never seen any, and I have spent the night here many times.", I replied. "You have been here at night?" Rose asked. "When the weather is nice, yes, I’ve slept here." "Are we going to slept here?" Rose asked, pushing me on my back and snuggling down next to me.

Yes…. you are not afraid of the dark, are you Rose?" Not with you holding me sweetheart, are you going to build a fire?" She asked. "Not here, my love, it would be wrong." I answered. "This place seems so pristine and primal." "At night, if you close your eyes and concentrate,you will sense a pure, positive and wild energy… a force if you will emanating from the ground and contained within the circle." "We don’t want to offend your sprites and pixies." I added. "Or your rabbit." Rose offered kissing my mouth and smiling. "Don’t believe me then, you impertinent vixen." "I want you naked, strip." After she stripped I put her red silk scarf back on her again as a blindfold.

"On your knees with your head down and your ass up in the air." "Very nice, my naughty girl, don’t move." I took her clothing and put in the car. "Your clothing is in the car my dear." "Adam, you can’t…." I interrupted her again as she raised her head with a sharp slap on the ass. "Put your head down." "You will not tell me what I can and cannot do." "Do you understand?" I asked, again slapping her on the ass, sharply. "I will do anything that I want with you Rose."

"Yes, sweetheart." She replied. "Good, don’t let me hear ever you say Adam you can’t, again!" "I will not suffer a disobedient woman." " I will give you your clothing back when it pleases me." I said, stroking her plump pink
pussy lips, and making her moan with pleasure.

I started lightly spanking her little twat, making her moan even louder, alternating my stroking and probing with my fingers, just touching her clitoris and pulling out.

"Please Adam." She begged. "Please Adam what?" I asked. "Please fuck me Sir." She begged. "You are a horny little vixen." "Say I’m a horny little vixen Sir, please fuck my cunt.", I said, giving her ass a slap. "I’m a horny little vixen Sir, please fuck my cunt". She repeated. "Whose woman are you naughty girl?" "I’m your woman, Sir." "Please fuck my cunt."

"Fuck me hard, I want to come." I undressed and entered her sweet little cunt with my cock, almost oblivious to everything but pleasing myself. I was lost in my orgasm; better then any that I had experienced before; here with Rose in our special place. I was vaguely aware her screaming fuck my cunt; fuck my cunt over and over as I was pounding her, as she achieved orgasm after orgasm. I pounded her so hard that I we both had grass stains on our hands, arms legs and knees.

I felt so wild, so free, being naked on that isolated hillock. I wrapped my hand around her ponytail. "I want you to taste your sweet little cunt juices as I have tasted it." I pushed her face into my groin and made her lick and suck me clean, but still I was not satisfied. This excited me and I was soon hard again. "You will suck on my cock woman." "You may play with yourself while you are doing so." "After I have come, you will again clean me with your mouth."

I took her hair out of her ponytail, wrapping my hands in it while Rose licked and sucked greedily until I came in her mouth and she swallowed all of my semen. Then Rose continued sucking, masturbating until she came as well.
We both lay on our backs in the grass exhausted and drained; but in a good way, our sexual energy added to that of the circle and watching the clouds drifting by.

The evening being chilly, we made love in our sleeping bags…. slower…. gentler and more intimate. Then we cuddled to keep warm, enjoying the night together. It was very dark and quiet. We watched the fireflies, the only lights besides the moon and stars. That evening I learned about her ruby ring. In the middle of the night, Rose woke me up nudging me and whispering, "Adam, are you awake?" "I am awake now." "What do you want?’ "Adam look by the entrance." "I see your rabbit!" And so did I………………………..

The next six months went as planned. I exchanged her clothing piece by piece. I replaced all of her under garments with silk ones, frilly with lace or plain panties, plus silk bras of all descriptions with silk bodices to cover them. I bought her under corsets and garter belts and garters for her stockings, including thongs. Rose had nice cotton and silk blouses. Fine wool, satins or velvet, pima cotton and cashmere dresses and shirts or blouses to wear. Rose had nice shoes, sandals and boots. Everything we bought was unique and beautiful and uncommon. Nothing transitory, fickle or ridiculous as seen on the so-called fashion runways. Rose chose a heavy virgin wool red capote for the winter.

In short, she was developing her own style and walked with a confidence she didn’t possess one short year ago.
Rose dressed to please me and was regularly turning heads now enjoying the attention, but knowing her place. Even the neighbors were treating her differently, stopping to talk to her when she was coming or going.

Rose and Laura go shopping and have lunch together every Tuesday. On one particular Tuesday, while finishing their lunch, Clarete stopped at their table staring at her sister Rose, as if not believing what she was seeing. Rose was always more beautiful then her younger sister, now Rose was better dressed and was wearing her ruby ring; her birthright, the ring that her sister Clarete coveted.

Clarete attempted to embarrass and cow Rose as she always had and demanded the ruby ring. Rose stood up and folded her arms and gave her a look until Clarete stopped ranting and raving, Clarete now aware of the negative attention that she was bringing to herself. Rose and Laura then turned their backs to Clarete, dismissing her with a wave of the hand, and walked away with the applause of most of the patrons in the restaurant for silencing the obnoxious slattern.
This no doubt infuriated Clarete, whom was so used to getting her way; and forced the final ugly confrontation later that day where I interceded to keep her punk boyfriend away from my Rose.

I was in my workshop at my fly tying bench relaxing and working on a size-12 hares ear nymph. My truck was at the dealership getting detailed and would be ready tomorrow morning. When I am concentrating on my tying,
I often tune things out and am oblivious to outside stimuli. Some how or other, the hook impaled itself on my thumb breaking my concentration.

I got off my stool cursing my carelessness and removing the hook. I glanced out the window to see a black Corvette parked in my driveway and something about it didn’t feel right.

A thought popped into my head, " Beware the jabberwocky!"

I ran to the house to find Rose was struggling and being forcibly held by the new boyfriend, having Rose’s in an arm lock with his hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Clarete was trying to get Rose’s ring off and was punching her because Rose refused to unclench her fist.

"Give her the ring or I will break your arm!" The bastard said, applying pressure, Rose’s muffled scream enraging me enough to want to kill him. I punched the bastard behind the ear, a very dangerous thing to do because in my rage I could have killed him. At the time I didn’t care because it got the result that I wanted; he immediately crumpled to the floor unconscious, allowing Rose break away unharmed.

"Rose are you all right, did he hurt you?" I asked hugging her gently. "Adam, he has handcuffs in his pocket and a switchblade knife." I pushed Clarete away from the bastard as she tried to get the knife out of his pocket, retrieving both the knife and cuffs. I went and picked up the telephone to call the police. Rose, put her hand on my shoulder, "No Adam, please don’t involve the police." Do what you have to do." "My sister has been allowed to run wild all her life and it has to stop, now."

Smiling and folding my arms, I looked at Clarete for the first time with contempt, nevertheless studying her. She was sitting on her floor, her back against the lower cupboards, cowering. Five years younger then Rose and about the same height but a good thirty pounds heavier. Clarete was a plain woman with a tanning booth tan and layered mid- back length jet-black hair and was wearing far too much makeup making her look a hooker. Judging from her clothing, Clarete was trying to dress and act like a teenager and not pulling it off. Clarete had expensive rings on every finger including her thumbs. Disgusted with her greed, I made her take them all off and I put them on the kitchen table.

I reached down and grabbed Clarete by her long hair dragging the slattern to her unconscious boyfriend. Still holding Clarete’s hair, I forced her to her knees next to him handing her the handcuffs. "Put these on you greedy tramp." "Good, now get the cuff keys out of his pocket and give them to me."

"Is that your Corvette in the driveway Clarete?" I asked, now starting to calm down, my anger slowly draining away. "It’s a lease." "What are you going to do with me?" She whined. "I will ask the questions and you will answer." I said, pulling her up by the hair and making her stand. Rose walked over to us rubbing her arm, a very serious look on her face. "How could you do this to me Clarete?" "I’m your only sister." "He almost broke my arm." "It was bad enough the way you acted when Dad died, but this…" "You know the history of the ruby."

"Your boyfriend is coming to Clarete." Rose advised her, pointing at the boyfriend, now on his hands and knees, vomiting on our clean floor. "Don’t you think he is a little young for you?" "He does not look more than fifteen to me." "When did you start dating children?" Clarete stared at the floor not answering. "Answer your sister!" I warned, tugging at her soon to be gone long her hair. "Duke is eighteen, old enough to fight for his country." He loves me and we are engaged to be married." Clarete replied. Duke slowly got to his feet looking scared. "What about you Puke?" "What do you have to say for yourself, Puke", I repeated; mocking him. "Are you ready to fight for your true love’s honor, Puke?" I asked smiling. "It was all her idea!" he blurted out, pointing at Clarete and frantically looking around for a way to escape. "Clarete said that when the ruby was sold, she would pay off the shylock and we would be moving to Hawaii."

I turned my back to him knowing what would happen next, and Puke bolted for the back door. But I was ready for him.
I grabbed the back of his shirt, then his arm, pinning it behind his back…. then I broke his thumb making him scream like a little girl. "That was for Rose, little girl." "You make me ill." "If you open your ball washer again, I will gladly break your other thumb, bitch." "You are not family." "Assault, Robbery, Weapons 1st., plus attempted kidnapping will get you a minimum 25 to life in Attica." "I’m sure a pretty white boy like you will soon be somebody’s whore bitch to be passed around." "Clean up your mess bitch then go outside by the car and wait" When he was done cleaning the floor with paper towels and Lysol, Puke drove away burning rubber and leaving his fiancé stranded… so much for true love. The punk grabbed all of her rings off the table before he left.

Now I turned my attention to Clarete, who was sitting on the floor in a corner crying while Rose was standing in over her with her arms folded and looking down at her blubbering sister. "Adam, take a look at the nice present my dear sister Clarete bought me." It’s in her purse on the table." Opening the oversized purse, I removed new electric hair clippers still in the blister pack. It was not hard to guess whom it was intended to be used on, Rose……………………………………….

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