Community Involvement Ch. 12

"No!" She said abruptly, her mouth still pressed to mine. She gently pulled my hand away and used it, together with her other hand, to finally open my fly. Her hand drove on, feeling the thick meaty monster she had awoken.

"Hhhhmmm, looks, and feels, like you enjoyed telling me all about your naughty exploits." She pumped her hand up and down the length that greeted her searching fingers.

"I bet you equally enjoyed it." I retorted, forcing my hand inside the waist band of her leggings. I did not hold back, I pushed hard and covered the crotch of her knickers. They were drenched through.

"You have a way with words." She smirked. "But for now, I suggest you remove your hand."

"I don't think I can." I feigned being stuck. She sucked her tummy in slightly and pulled my hand free. I did not put up a fight being happy to play along with her game.

"See, you can do as you are told. Now! Just let Mistress Michelle take control here, okay?"

"Mistress Michelle, is it?" I responded with a broad smile.

"Yes, I hope you like it."

"I love it!"

"That is reassuring to hear."

"I am in your hands."

"Oh you will be, most certainly." she cooed. "Remove all your lower garments!"

'Well...okay." I shrugged, not knowing what the hell she was truly playing at. I assumed that since she had asked, more like commanded me, to take some of my clothing off, she was going to do something about my current state of erectness.

"Sit." She pointed back to the lounge. I obliged, eager to discover her motivation.

Michelle dropped to her knees and abruptly pushed my legs apart. She reached for my cock with of her orange painted fingers. I had not taken notice of her nail polish previously but as she dextrously manoeuvred her fingers and negotiated the sagging sac of my scrotum, I saw her nails were painted to match her lip-stick. She smiled up at me as her chin dipped under my cock and her tongue snaked out. I bit my lip as I felt the first soft touch of her wet tip at the base. I reached out to caress her hair and she quickly hit it aside.

"I told you, let me take control here!" she snapped. "Do not touch me unless I have asked you to do so!"

"Yes my mistress". I replied in what I hoped was an appropriately submissive voice.

Inwardly I could not wait to see or experience what she had in mind.

Her breath was warming on my maleness as she mimed the act of fellating me. She tilted her head to the side, and softly pressed her cheek on my lap. She looked up into my eyes as she parted her lips and snaked her tongue forward. I held my breath, waiting for any contact but it never came. Michelle moved her head up one side, across the turgid crown and down the other, never once did she allow her lips to touch my cock flesh...her mouth moved, like a proverbial hovercraft, just above my sensitive skin. Every now and then, a heated gust of her breath would gush forth and surround me, which made me squirm, which, in turn, made her smile wickedly. Suffice to say, it did not take long for my penis to ache from being rigid with the anticipation, the insinuated simulation of Michelle using her mouth on me was nearly, but not quite, enough to bring me to climax; god knows what would have happened if she had actually performed the act.

"Looks like someone does not need to be physically touched in order to stand tall?"

I fumbled verbally for a response but nothing came. Michelle sniggered lowly and grasped the base of my shaft, looking up at me from her position on the floor and then plunged her mouth hard, down onto my cock, sucking it all the way in until her nose was buried in my fuzzy pubic hair. I gripped the lounge so tightly my knuckles were white and I groaned with sheer delight as her hot salvia soaked my shaft. Michelle kept her eyes open as she commenced to fuck her face with my penis, noisily slurping up the excess saliva as she went. Her free hand soon joined the fray, and firmly cradled my swelling balls. She squeezed them as she bit softly on the thick turgid head. I bucked at the feel of her teeth, pushing my cock fully into her mouth. She started to move faster while her hand squeezed hard on my balls.

"Ohhh, fuck... Michelle. Shit, going to come...."

She sucked harder and pumped her face quicker, driving my cock to the very back of her mouth, not once stopping to rest. I was fighting a losing battle and she knew it. She had me and all I could do was hold on and moan at the fast approach of my blinding orgasm.

"Nnuugghhhhhhhh, god, yessssssssssssssss. Fuck me, Mistress... Cannot hold it... arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". I screamed as she pistoned her beautiful face.

She drank all of the fiery liquid I had, it shot long and deep into her throat. I could see traces of my sperm leaking from the corners of her mouth as she strove to keep it all contained. She finally held still, her mouth clamped fully to my cock. Her tongue flicked the underside of the gland causing me to buck once more as she hit that sensitive spot on the underside of the head.

I was spent and my cock started to deflate. She held her mouth on me as I softened, her glistening eyes sexily watching my every reaction. She let my limp dick fall from her mouth as she rose to her knees. She opened her mouth to show me it was full of my come. I looked into her face, my head spinning from the force of my orgasm. She moved her mouth to mine forcing me to open to her as she spat some of my come into my mouth quickly followed by her tongue. All I could do was to yield and accept her lusty offering. It tasted slightly tangy yet very creamy with it mixed with her hot saliva. I sucked her tongue deeply, drinking my come from her mouth until it was empty.

"Swallow." she commanded.

I nodded and opened my mouth to her in confirmation.

"Mmmm, you taste good, Mr Ray," she whispered seductively, "and there was a hell of a lot of it too. You must have needed that badly?"

"You can say that again." I said smiling happily, trying to regain my breath at the same time.

"Good". She retorted. "That was just an entree, you might say. I know you are not good with surprises but I hope you can see your way clear to let me have some fun with this, um... lets just say, I have a plan!"

I nodded, a little lost for words and still riding my orgasmic high.

"You can recover yourself there." She whispered and stood. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

I leant back into the 'oh-so-comfy' lounge and dreamily drifted away. It is quite amazing how your perspective of a day can change following a wonder come. All of a sudden, things did not seem as dull and gloomy as the weather would have me believe. The light had a different brightness to it and everything seemed joyful and peaceful.

I must have looked like a right idiot when Michelle returned.

"Is that a 'I am so pleased with myself' look or do you always look like that, with a silly grin and your gob hanging open?"

She had startled me big time and I jumped appreciably into a sitting position.

"Huh...oh, sorry. I must have dozed off." I smiled and blushed and felt quite embarrassed. "Dangerous lounge that one."

"So it would seem. Now, if you don't mind, could you please put this blind fold on?"

She threw an aircraft issue eye cover my way. It seemed an odd request but I let it pass, giving Michelle the benefit of any doubts I was harbouring. I noted, though, that she had donned a long, towelling robe, which also seemed unusual.

"Why the robe?" I asked in a nonchalant manner not making eye contact but busying myself with the eye cover.

"You'll see. You can leave your lower half naked. You won't be needing them where you're going." She said in a playful yet stern tone and took my hand. She adjusted the eye cover a little and asked if I could see at all, and after answering in the negative, she guided me away from the lounge. She led me out of the lounge room toward the front of the house, that much I could easily ascertain, but where she was leading me too and what she had in mind were questions I knew I would just have to wait and be patient about; all would be revealed in the fullness of time, I assumed.

"Good. That's it. Keep walking, now stop and no peeking."

I did as she had instructed and let my guide direct me onward.

"So far so good. Now we are going upstairs. Your feet are right at the bottom stair and they go straight, not like your stairs, we do not have a curved bit. Not that your stairs are wrong or anything." She added, not wanting to offend. I nodded my understanding of her instructions and placed my left foot on the first step. Once that was achieved it was simple task to climb the rest in a slow rhythmic tread pattern, all the while her hand gently held mine and guided me onto the first floor landing.

"Are you sure you want to bring me up here?" I asked, knowing her bedroom was near by.

"I can't see any reason why not." She replied. "Besides, all the, um...ingredients I need are up here."

"If it's okay with you it's okay with me...your the boss."

"Damn straight." She answered and burst out laughing. "Sorry, that sounded really odd as soon as I said it."

I just shrugged and gently squeezed her hand. She led me forward a few more steps and then stopped.

"Just say there, I'll be back with you in a second."

She dropped my hand and I heard her feet pad away on the carpet off to my right. I could feel a slight breeze from behind and guessed there might be another bedroom with a window open there.

"Okay," Her voiced came from a small distance but I knew she was walking toward me. "You can remove the blind fold."

When she asked me to uncover my eyes I gasped loudly at the sheer beauty of the woman before me. A brief steam of sunlight gleamed in some windows from behind her, silhouetting her wonderfully. She was dressed in the personification of the 'little black dress'...it was all black, not another colour to be seen. Not that it mattered. The dress was form fitting to the max, accentuating her every curve. I stood agog, admiring the hip hugging lower section that had a spilt along the top of the left thigh, the black ribbed top, which also fitted close and poured over her womanly bust and flowed across her tummy and buttocks like she had been moulded into it. Over this stunning couture offering, Michelle wore a knee length coat, also in black, its hem line finishing just about the top of her black boots. With the coat closed you could be forgiven for thinking that she had nothing on beneath, well that is what I had been thinking.

"Oh my god! What a beautiful outfit. You look better than sensational." I was gobsmacked.

"I am so glad you like it," She said demurely and turned around to show off the garments. "Now you know why I had on the robe."

"I'm glad it's gone." I laughed. "You didn't have the boots on though?"

"No. That was part of the reason for the delay once we got up here."

She walked closer and gently took my hand. She kissed me softly.

Just as her lips had met mine I felt her hand move lower and grab me. She pulled away and turned. She had hold of my limp cock and balls and was dragging me by them. I started to object in a less than convincing manner.

"Shut up and follow me!" she said sternly over her shoulder.

I followed in silence, feeling a bit unnerved by her sudden return to her Mistress role. I winced as she tugged with each step she made. Michelle turned away from what I believed to be her own bedroom and continued to lead me, my genitals in-hand, down the hall. As she walked, her black coat flapped out behind her which seemed to consume the light. Through the door at the end of the hall I could see a bedroom. It was a large room at the front of the upper level, so I guessed it to be the bedroom where the breeze emanated. Off to the right, just past the top of the stairs, I could see a strong orangey light coming from what I assumed was an upstairs, family bathroom. My mind was racing trying to ascertain what this little minx had in mind. It was not long before I found out as she pushed the door open with her foot.

"Now Mr Ray," she purred, turned to me and pressed her body in close, as she pulled me inside. I could feel her up-thrust breasts boring into my chest as she leant against me, her hand still holding my spent member. "I have some special surprises for you. See the bath I have prepared for you? Get in to it, and be quick about it if you please." Her voice was stern and level. I quickly disrobed and slipped into the warm water. It felt very good, especially since she had let my nethers go. The scent of sandalwood rose from the surface of the water as I immersed myself.

"Feel nice does it?"

"Mmmmm, yes, very nice in deed. Thank you!"

"Now for surprise number one."

Michelle held aloft a twin blade razor and waved it about. I looked at her with questioning eyes and she just smiled. "I think your crotch will look better if it was bare, don't you?"

"I don't know..."

"It was a rhetorical question, you don't have to respond." She said, matter-of-factly. "Actually, my dear Mr Ray, you do not have a say. I think it will look better devoid of pubic hair, therefore, it shall be."

"Um...okay." I mumbled not really sure of what I was getting into.

"Sit up on the side there with your back to the wall!" She pointed to where she wanted me as she knelt on the mat at the side of the bath.

She lathered some soap and gently applied it, rubbing it into the springy hair above my dangling penis. She pushed my legs apart and proceeded to lather my scrotum pushing all the way back to my anus. As she passed over the tight opening she cheekily stabbed at it with a soapy finger, giving me a wicked grin.

"I wonder what you would do if I fingered your arse?" I spread my hands aside, gesturing that I did not know how to answer. "Maybe another time we could explore that..."

She trailed off continuing her comment as she dipped her hands into the warm water and scooped up handfuls to wash the soapy bubbles off my crotch.

"This may feel a little cool on your skin." She informed me as she shook a can of shaving creme. With deft strokes and swipes of her slender fingers she quickly had my entire crotch and scrotum covered in a generous coating of the white, foamy cream.

Michelle locked her eyes onto my crotch, her concentration fully devoted to her task, as she bent to apply the first stroke.

"You will have to remain still while I do this, I don't want to nick you. Cuts in this area tend to bleed profusely and I don't want to have to clean up the mess." She laughed quietly, more to herself than to me.

"So far so good," she commented, "good thing I gave you a good seeing to downstairs. We couldn't do this with your pecker up now could we?" She giggled at her little joke.

I was a little less amused, but strangely fascinated at the same time. I felt the blade drag across my anus and saw it dip towards the water with a thick coating of black hair. She used the instrument with some aplomb much to my relief, her strokes quick and sure. She deftly followed the curve of my lower thigh round to my buttocks across my anus and down the other side. Then a quick wash in the bath water and back to work. As her strokes approached my balls, which had tightened somewhat since she started, she used her left hand to gently smooth out the creases and caressed the blade across the sensitive skin. I shuddered slightly after a short time feeling the cool air flow across the newly exposed flesh.

"Are you getting cold?" she asked.

"Just a little. I suppose that area is not used to being uncovered." I chortled.

Michelle made no response but just kept her attention riveted to the task at hand. She seemed pleased with what she saw as she gently washed me down. Her soft hands carefully lifted each testy to check for stray hairs. The tuft of hair she had left above my penis had been shaved back a little leaving a distinct ring of pink skin around the top. I liked what I saw and secretly held thoughts of seeing my new bare cock ball deep in her pussy.

"Hmmm, it seems I will have to redo you. I should have changed the razor mid-way through." Her comment was more of a chastisement of self rather than a comment directed to me.

"You can sink into the water to wash off fully, and then get back up there."

I quickly did as she bade. The water was still warm and welcoming as I sank into the bath. While I immersed myself, Michelle changed the razor blade. I looked at her as she attached the blade and tested it was fixed properly in place. I had never seen this side of her before, not even a hint, yet surprisingly I was enjoying being under her control. In fact I was eager to see myself denuded of pubic hair as much as she was. She turned her back, her black cloak rustled softly as she moved.

"I wonder if her husband knows of this aspect to her personality?" The thought came out of no where but made me smile. "I bet he doesn't. His lose, he was missing out on something truly wonder."

Any disquiet I might have harboured as we ascended the stairs I now put aside. I knew Michelle and I had bonded deeply over the past weeks and I felt confident that I knew she was simply role-playing for our mutual enjoyment, not out of any sudden psycho-driven personality change.

"At least I hope so." I laughed to myself.

Her black coat was long but well made, I observed as I luxuriated in the bath. It had two small ribbing lines running down the back from each shoulder, angling in toward the waist. The belt was about two inches wide and made of the same fabric and was supported by three thick belt loops; one on each side and one at the back. From the waist it flared slight out to about shoulder width so that with the belt done up, it would give the wearer, a beautiful hour glass silhouette, especially from behind. It suited Michelle gloriously, even despite the black colour.

"Enough floundering about in the water. Out you get and resume your position."

She turned as she spoke and waved the razor in my direction again.

With the same deftness, she reapplied the lather and made absolutely sure each part intended for the razor was covered. Each stroke she made was gentle yet firm and, to my surprise and relief, I felt no razor rash developing. She cradled by sac in her left hand as she delicately scrapped the razor across the crinkly flesh. She used each testy, by moving and rolling it this way and that, to make a smooth surface upon which to drag the blade. She hefted them skyward to get in underneath and remove the last of the stubborn hairs along the lower gland and further back toward my anus. The second time round was much quicker than the first and when finished, Michelle seemed more than pleased with her efforts. She ladled water in her hand and gently caressed the newly shaved skin with her soft fingers as she washed the residual cream away. It felt marvellous, the way she washed and soothed me, which had the effect of making my cock twitch back to life. I had to laugh though, she even fetched a mirror to show me the completed job.

"It would appear you like what I have done?" It was another rhetorical question so I did not reply. I simply stroked my quickly rising cock in a lurid display hoping she would do something about it.

"My, my...What a wonderful response from a happy customer." Her smug expression told me she was well pleased with herself.

"Now who's the happier here?" She bent low and rested on the edge of the bath, and spoke to my rising member. "Is it this fine, upstanding specimen, or is it the owner?"

Without moving her torso, Michelle looked at me through the tops of her eyes.

"Both." I said with a huge grin.

"Well, regardless, I need you both and your current state of 'readiness' is precisely what I require for surprise number two."