Choice

Wednesday was our day for clean-up routine. After an early dinner, Jack and I cleaned the apartment, then he usually ran me a bubble bath. He would take a soft cloth and wash my neck, my back, then often continue into my thighs. I didn't mind, being newly married. Plus I sometimes enjoyed a secret, mild orgasm under the bubbles.

Alter my bath, Jack would towel me down, then lay me on the kitchen table for my Wednesday cleanup vagicure.

Raising my legs apart, he would take slender scissors and prune my bush. Using his electric razor he would shave the pubic triangle to a gentle shadow, and with a touch of foam and a safety razor remove any hairs from my outer lips or around my starfish asshole. Lastly, he would rub scented aloe oil between the cleft of my legs and soothe my aching lips and asshole. Afterwards, raising myself to the bathroom mirror, I would admire my cleanliness, my perfection in my own eyes and his.

Jack would apply talcum powder, perfume behind my ears, the nape of my neck, between my breasts, behind my knees, on the limits of my outer lips, until I felt like Cleopatra, ready to conquer the world, in submission to my lover.

On Wednesdays, after all this delicate preparation, Jack would turn me round, place my neck down into the bath, and take me roughly, spreading my ass cheeks and thrusting his mighty cock into my cunt without ceremony, deeply and masterfully,

back and forth, until I surrendered in my shaven submission.

Wednesdays were my day to make him feel in control.