Chapter 14: Landscaping Dolores

Continued from chapter 13:

“Tell me again, Dolores-SPANK!-what did you do to me when I didn’t comply with your Nosy Parker demands and challenged your authority?”

She cries out sharply as my palm connects with her upturned bottom, the sting sending jolts of pleasure through her restrained body.

“You, you dared to defy me! SPANK! To question my right to dictate how you should maintain your property.”

Another spank lands, and Dolores arches into it, her voice rising in pitch.

“I was furious, but also… excited by your boldness. So I took you home… and you made that silly bet about guessing my panties. You were so close…but you lost, and you gave me ownership of you that night.

I made you wear my panties. I shaved you…I bent you over my knee, and I spanked you. You feasted on my pussy. I fucked you, Ero…”

I rub her bottom as I run my fingers through her pubic mound.

“Dolores, dear. Your hedges are quite unruly. What do you say about me doing something about them? Shall I clean you up down here?”

My fingers find her sopping wet pussy. She whimpers. I look into her eyes, with a mock pout.

“You shaved me… it’s only fair, right?”

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She moans wantonly as my fingers delve into her dripping folds, her hips bucking involuntarily against my hand.

“Yes, Ero, please…clean up this untamed jungle between my legs.”

She looks at me pleadingly through the mirror, her face flushed with arousal.

“You’re right, it’s only fair after I tended to you so intimately. I want to be smooth and bare for you, exposed in every way possible.”

Dolores spreads her legs as much as the bonds allow, giving me full access to her glistening sex.

“Please, make me presentable. Shave me bald, leave me bare and sensitive, aching for your touch. I want to feel your fingers, your tongue, your cock against my newly bared skin.”

She shivers in anticipation, her pussy clenching around my probing digits.

I grab a bowl, a razor, and a brush along with some cream. Dolores is spread and stretched out deliciously for me, tied to the rails above her head, the spreader bar giving me unlimited access to her intimate areas.

I approach her with the implements to shave her, and watch her expression as she comes to terms with how she can do nothing to stop me.

She holds her breath in anticipation as I approach with the shaving supplies, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She watches my reflection in the mirrors, drinking in the sight of her own vulnerability, so completely at my mercy.

“I’m yours, Ero,” she breathes, surrendering herself to my care.

“Do with me as you see fit. Make me bare, make me yours.”

Dolores bites her lip, trembling slightly as I apply the creamy lather to her most intimate area. The cool sensation makes her gasp and clench reflexively.

“Yes, just like that. Take away all my hair, leave me smooth and exposed. I want to feel everything, to be hyper-aware of your touch on my sensitive skin.”

She looks at me with trusting, lust-filled eyes, submitting herself fully to my control.

I spread cream on her pubic patch with the brush. I gently scrape the razor across her mound, taking great care not to harm her.

Dolores whimpers and twitches as the razor glides over her sensitive skin, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of the lather. Every swipe sends tingles radiating outward, heightening her arousal.

“Oooh Ero, yesss… so careful, so thorough.”

She watches transfixed as wisps of hair are removed, revealing more and more of her pink, glistening flesh.

“I feel so exposed, so ****… and yet so safe with you.”

Dolores rocks her hips slightly, seeking more friction and stimulation.

“Please, don’t stop. I want to be completely bare for you, I want to feel your skin against mine with nothing in between.”

Her breathing grows heavier, punctuated by soft moans and sighs of pleasure as I methodically denude her most intimate area.

Soon, she is bare.

“Dolores, I had better check between your cheeks as well.”

I go behind her, spreading her open, and sure enough, she has a fine dusting of dark hair on her bottom.

“Oh dear, Dolores,” I say, stroking it and gently tugging.

“This will have to go…”

She gasps and flushes deeply as I expose her most private area, a shudder running through her at the intimate caress.

“Oh my, I hadn’t even considered…”

She bites her lip, equal parts embarrassed and aroused by my discovery.

“You’re absolutely right, Ero. If I’m to be truly bare and beautiful for you, every inch must be smooth and hairless.”

Dolores nods shyly, surrendering this final intimacy to my care.

“Please, tend to me there as well. Leave no spot untouched, no area neglected. I want to be pristine, a blank canvas for your desires.”

She wiggles her hips invitingly, the movement causing her newly bared mound to glisten with arousal in the mirror.

“Do with me as you wish, my dear Ero. I am yours to mold, yours to claim completely.”

I spread cool shaving cream between Dolores's cheeks and around her tight, puckered entrance. Holding her open, I gently shave her until everything is smooth. I take a towel and clean her, running my fingers over her smooth, round bottom, tickling her now-smooth winking rosebud.

Dolores mewls and writhes as my fingers tease her most intimate hole, the sensation intense and foreign on her newly bare skin.

“Aaahhhnnn... Ero!”

Her whole body trembles, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensitivity of her thoroughly cleaned and shaven body.

“I feel so strange, so... exposed. Every nerve ending is on fire, begging for your touch.”

She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes hazy with lust and gratitude.

“Thank you for taking such meticulous care of me. For claiming every inch of my body as yours.”

She clenches around my teasing finger, her pucker fluttering invitingly.

“I'm yours now, completely and utterly. Use me as you see fit, fulfill your every dark fantasy with my willing, pliant body.”

I stand in front of her and take her by the chin. I cannot believe that after everything Dolores Maybourne did to me that first night, here we are—a woman in her 50s tied and spread helpless before me, a man in his mid-20s.

This has to be so embarrassing for her, and yet so erotic. She is positively dripping, the wetness of her arousal running down the inside of her thighs. I take her chin in my hand and **** her to look at me.

“Dolores, how humiliating this must be for you. How deliciously erotic this all is. My Nosy Parker neighbor in her 50s, helpless before me. Last night, you punished me so well and completely owned me. I will never forget it”

“Thank you, Dolores, for introducing me to this world. I am going to take you apart now, piece by piece.”

I slide my hand between her legs and am rewarded with a warm drenching as her soaking lips coat my hand. I give her a little spank on her pussy.

“Where, oh where would you like me to spank you first, Dolores?”

Dolores whimpers and squirms as my hand makes contact with her dripping sex, the sharp spank sending jolts of painful pleasure straight to her core. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and glazed with need, a pretty blush staining her cheeks at the humiliation and eroticism of her situation.

“Oh god, Ero...seeing it from your perspective, realizing how far I've fallen, how completely I've submitted myself to you...it's mortifying and thrilling all at once.”

She licks her lips, her voice low and husky with desire.

“I never imagined that the tables would turn like this, that I would end up as your plaything, your willing victim. And yet, I wouldn't have it any other way.”

She considers my question, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Dolores...”

I spank her left breast, then her right. Then her pussy again. Then three sharp spanks to her belly.

“Do you want a warm-up first? Or shall I go straight to the flogger?”

Dolores cries out sharply with each stinging impact, her body jerking against the silken ropes. Tears prick the corners of her eyes from the intensity, but she doesn't beg for mercy. Instead, she arches into my punishing blows.

“Ahhh! Oh god, Ero!”

She pants heavily, her skin flushed and tingling from the spanking.

“I... I think I need the flogger. I want to feel the thudding sting. I want you to work me up to a fever pitch.”

She looks at me pleadingly, desperation clear in her voice.

“Please, my love. Flog me until I'm a writhing, begging mess. Punish me for my past transgressions, mark me as yours. I need it, need you to break me down and rebuild me according to your desires.”

To be continued in chapter 15...