From Jeannie to Vanessa Chapter 05

Double Penetration

Chapter 2: Jeannie meets Vanessa.  The next morning, I awoke in my own bed to my mother calling me for breakfast. I had dreamed the craziest shit…then I shifted in the bed and became immediately aware of the welts on my bum and the itching of my shaved pussy and realized that it had been no dream! I hit the toilet then quickly pulled on some shorts and a top and slipped into house slippers and went down to eat. Dad had headed out early to go fishing, so my mother was in the kitchen by herself. She inquired about the evening with Jack and I told her we spent some time talking about our future.“That Jack, he is such a thoughtful young man and seems so focused on the future!” she beamed. “I’m so glad you guys are together. Have you begun to talk about a date yet?”“No, Mom, you know we are planning to wait until we both graduate, so that’s at least another year and a half. Jack doesn’t want to get married until he is fully able to support us.” I answered.She beamed again. “That’s just what I am talking about, he is so responsible. And even after you get married, you don’t need to rush into having children. You two are so young to be tied down like that, have some fun first.”“You’re right, Mom, I don’t think he wants me to be tied down like that either.” I responded, squirming around to find a comfortable seating position. He has other plans for tying me down, I thought to myself.“Are you seeing him again today?” she continued.I almost blew a mouthful of cereal out of my nose. “Yes!” I sputtered, looking at the kitchen clock. “I didn’t realize how late it was. He’s coming over in…Jesus Christ…twenty minutes!” I jumped up from the table, recognizing as I did she was frowning at my language. “Sorry, Mom, I was just surprised. I need to take a shower!”I certainly did. And that’s not all I needed to do. I had gone to the bathroom when I got up and my pussy was no longer “baby-smooth” like it had been at the end of the previous evening. Holy crap, was I going to have to do this every day? Well, dodo, you have to shave your legs and your armpits before you go out, right? So add this to the list. And what was I wearing? What about Jack’s new rules? Was I supposed to obey the rules immediately or did I have some kind of grace period? Then I remembered what we were planning to do today…he had told me we were going shopping.Just then I heard the phone in the hall ringing, and a moment later my mom called, “Jeannie, it’s Jack!”I rushed out to take it. I took the instrument and pulled the long cord into my bedroom, God only knew what Jack was going to say to me.“Good morning, sweetheart!” his cheerful voice emerged from the receiver. “Sleep well I hope?”I cupped the mouthpiece for as much privacy as I could get. “I did, actually, but I got up late and, well, I’ve got a little preparing to do I guess.”“I’m so glad to hear you say that, darling. I thought I would call you and ease your mind a little. Shaving, yes, you’ve got to do that, but wear a skirt, hose, and panties, like you normally would. That will change by the end of the day, but I can’t expect you to wear things you don’t have, can I? But, and I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, don’t wear too short a skirt, if you know what I mean?” he added.I knew exactly what he meant…although I didn’t know much about garter belts, I knew that most had a minimum length you could shorten the garters to, and some of my shorter skirts would likely be too short to hide the reinforced welt at the top of the stockings. How the heck did he know that? But, I was glad he did, and glad he was allowing me to wear pantyhose. Just listen to me!!! He was allowing me to wear pantyhose. Well, fuck it, I thought, I really did mean what I said last night, kneeling at his feet.“I will do exactly that. Can you give me forty-five minutes so I can wash my hair?” I pleaded, thinking about the extra shaving duty.“Of course, darling, no problem. Oh, and wear the new heels. I’ll see you then. Bye dear.”“Goodbye, my love,” I responded, hanging up the phone.So, just under half an hour later, freshly showered, (and shaved), almanbahis şikayet I was standing in front of the mirror finishing up my makeup. I leaned in a little to do my lips and stared at person in the mirror. Here we go, I thought to myself. Stepping off the deep end. Where are you taking me? I asked the reflection. The reflection had no answer.A few minutes later, coiffed and dressed in a white button-up blouse and full skirt that ended just above my knees, I walked carefully in the new heels beside my (boyfriend? fiance’? Dom?…Master?) to the car. He opened my door and helped me in, just like any normal boyfriend would. I was really going to have to get over this multiple question-mark thinking process. I knew we needed to do some more talking, ‘cause I still had plenty of unanswered questions. One of the questions got answered pretty quickly, when we pulled over at the entrance to a park.“Lift up your skirt.” He said without any particular emphasis.I grabbed the hem of my skirt and began to pull it up, but at the same time I protested “You said I could wear panties and pantyhose today!”“I most certainly did, and I expect that is what you have on.” he replied. “That’s not what I’m checking.” He reached up under my skirt to the waistband of my pantyhose and panties together, pulled them away from my waist with one hand, slipped his other hand inside, and stroked my bare pussy. “That’s what I’m checking. Good job!” he praised.Where he had touched me tingled like electricity. That would probably have been true before he had shaved it for me but it was definitely true now!“And,” he continued, “the fact that you lifted your skirt without hesitation is also good.”“I want you to obey me,” he went on, “and I want you to be submissive to me. But there will be times when we need to act normally, and other times when I need you to act the way I know you want to act, and the way I want you to act, which is as a submissive slut. So I’ve decided that we need a couple of code words. When I want to remind you to be totally submissive in behavior and clothing, I’ll call you “Vanessa.” If I need you to act more like the girl I took to dinner last night,” he grinned, “I’ll make a point of addressing you as Jeannie.“There will also be times when, for whatever reason, you cannot or will not do what I ask. You will need to explain yourself at some point, but in the immediate moment, I will stop doing whatever I am doing to you or demanding of you. Maybe you’re feeling ill, or starting your period, or something. You need to have a way to signal me that you “just can’t do it right now.” People in relationships like ours call this a “safe” word. You should choose a word that you wouldn’t likely use in conversation, but that wouldn’t sound too odd if you did use it. Think about it for a moment, and see what you come up with.”First off, I was hung up on the “relationships like ours” part. Where did he keep coming up with this knowledge? Oh well, I guess that was one reason why he was on “top.” I refocused my thoughts on the question at hand.“Crawdad,” I said after a moment. “Dad brought home some crawdads after a fishing trip one time, but I couldn’t eat any. They grossed me out.”Jack chuckled. “OK, that works. So if I ask you to do something, or if I’m doing something to you, and you absolutely cannot bring yourself to comply or participate, you use the word “crawdad” in a sentence and it will stop. You will have to explain your reasons, and they’ll need to be good ones, or you could find yourself punished.”“Punished?” I asked.“Yep.” he replied without explanation.“OK, I won’t go further down that road right now. I do have a question, though.” I looked at him quizzically. “Why ‘Vanessa’?”Jack looked over at me and said, “Well, mostly it’s because I like the name. It has an origin in sex; in the 1700’s the writer Jonathan Swift made it up out of the first and last name of a lover and used it in a love poem. Later, it was used to describe a genus of butterflies. So it’s like you, in a way. You’ve been inside a shell, and now you’re emerging more beautiful almanbahis canlı casino and desirable than ever.”That sounded pretty good, but it led immediately to another one of my questions, “I know you are pretty smart, and you read a lot. But you seem to know an awful lot about dominants and submissives, and ass-fucking, and hair removal, and women’s garter belts for God’s sake, how does all of that come about? I mean, I know you weren’t completely innocent when I met you, but that’s a much broader range of knowledge than I had come to expect given where we both seemed to be sexually when we met.”“You’re right, I read a lot. I read Story of O and lots of other similar books, when I can find them, I read Penthouse Letters and, as you know, my college has a medical school, so I can get access to all manner of medical texts.”“Wait a minute,” I said, “they don’t let just anybody in the medical library there.”“No they don’t. You have to be…or know…a medical student.”“And you know one? Would that one happen to be female?” I was treading on dangerous ground here, I knew Jack had been with other girls and I really didn’t want to know too much more but my mouth had outrun my brain.“As a matter of fact, yes. What would you think if I told you her name was Vanessa?” Ooh. I think he saw the fire light up in my eyes so he quickly added, “It’s not. It’s Dierdre, although she goes by DeeDee. I told her I was engaged, and that I wanted to know as much as I could about female physiology and psychology so I could be a better husband.He continued wistfully, “You’d be amazed at the variety of material they have in that library about women and both normal and abnormal psychology. I’ve found it very useful. But let me point out something to you, Vanessa,” emphasizing the name, and continuing on before I had a chance to say anything, “you’re not going to win any points by being jealous. I’m the dominant in this relationship. You accepted it, and that’s going to be the way it is, unless you want to talk about small crustaceans resembling lobsters all the time.”I lowered my eyes. He was right, of course. I could still remember the feeling of being chained on that bed, and then being on my knees at his feet. I still wanted to be there. I wanted to say something that would show him that’s how I felt. So I said the first thing that came into my head. “Yes, Master.”He lifted my chin and kissed me hard, hard enough to curl my pantyhose-encased toes. I giggled. He drew back and looked at me curiously. “I was thinking of the joke where the guy was making love to a girl and her toes kept curling up every time he pushed in….because he had forgotten to take her pantyhose off!” We both finished that line of the joke together, laughing. “You’re planning to solve that problem permanently, aren’t you?” I said.“That I am, my darling, that I am.” And with that, we were off shopping.Our town was not a huge metropolitan complex, but it was big enough where you could find almost anything you needed, and it was also big enough where you could find those things in places where you weren’t likely to see anyone you knew. Jack obviously knew where he was going, and we found a lingerie specialty store, Visions in Lace, in a commercial district I had never visited before on the other side of town. A tall older woman, strikingly beautiful and with a long, raven-colored braid, met us just inside the door. She seemed to recognize Jack (of course! I thought. His level of knowledge and preparation continued to amaze me).Although she didn’t address him by name, she quickly sized me up and said, in what I thought sounded like a German accent, “So this is the girl you are marrying, yes? She is so beautiful!”I actually blushed. I didn’t think “beautiful” was the word I would have used to describe me, particularly next to her, but hey who’s arguing?“And you need some wedding items, young lady, and some other things. I will help you.”And help me she did. I found out that the older woman, who I judged to be in her late 30’s, was the owner of the store and that her name was Marguerite almanbahis casino (she had to spell it for me). She was actually from East Germany, which I found fascinating. I told her my name was Jeannie. With very little prompting or guidance from Jack (or me), she measured me all over, including some ways that aroused my curiosity, and then proceeded to equip me with black, white, and beige-colored garter belts, a white bustier with garters, four scandalous push-up bras (one each to match the garter belts, including a white one designed to lift the breasts but leave the nipples bare) and several pairs of stockings, including both a black and taupe pair with back seams. I thought those were a little old-fashioned, but I wasn’t choosing or buying. I was pretty petite at 5’ 4” and 115 pounds, but Marguerite was an expert and everything fit perfectly. I wanted to model the new lingerie for Jack, but I didn’t think it was appropriate under the circumstances.Imagine my surprise when Marguerite invited him back into the dressing area, which was the classic “bridal” style with mirrors all around a little stage. I was pretty sure I had been able to successfully shield both my shaven mound and my whipped ass from her view by quickly pulling panties up each time I tried anything on, and I had usually kept my blouse on, although unbuttoned, as I tried on the sexy bras. So there I was, standing in the open cup bra with the matching white garter belt and taupe stockings, in my high heels, with my open blouse on partially covering my top and my panties pulled up over the garters.He walked in behind her without a word. He sat down in a chair and said, without preamble, “I’d like to see you in just the new things, please.” I looked him dead in the eye and he looked right back at me. There seemed to be a little tension in the air when he added, with no particular emphasis, “Vanessa.”I remembered the moment when the hand had gripped my neck so tightly in the dark…I had wanted to prove I could do anything he demanded. So I slowly pushed my panties down to my ankles and stepped delicately out of them, and dropped my blouse on the floor. Marguerite was giving me an odd, almost appraising look when I stole a glance at her. I knew my reflection was all around me, and there was nowhere to hide. I wasn’t completely sure if she saw the welts on my ass, since they might have faded a little, but she could definitely see the bare pussy. Jack didn’t say anything for a long moment, and looked, well, kind of stunned.Finally he found his voice, and hoarsely said, “Very nice. Absolutely lovely.”I stood there for a moment, with both of them looking at my naked shaved pussy and my exposed nipples, which were rapidly stiffening (the room must have been colder than I thought). I suddenly realized that, other than last night, chained to the bed in the tatters of my pantyhose, this was the first time Jack had really seen my pussy in all its glistening, baby-smooth glory. He had certainly seen my boobs before, although perhaps not pushed up with nipples on display like this. Apparently, he was pleased with the results.“Put all the new items in a box and her old underthings in a bag, please.” Jack said quietly to Marguerite.Marguerite nodded and proceeded to ring everything up and sort the items per Jack’s instructions. She also wrote out something (I assumed it was the receipt) and gave it directly to Jack in a little envelope. It was clear to me that I was going out the door in a the outfit I was wearing (plus my outer garments). Once I had my blouse and skirt back on, that’s exactly what happened. Jack held me close as we walked back to the car, and I practically welded myself under his arm.Suddenly it struck me…I had told Marguerite my name was Jeannie, and Jack had quite plainly addressed me as “Vanessa” when I had hesitated in front of them. No wonder she gave me an odd look, I thought. I suspected, given my obvious relative ignorance of so much that Jack had already taught me about my new state, that the sophisticated European proprietress likely had an idea of what that other name meant. I hugged him closer. Even in the presence of the beautiful and sexy Marguerite, he had eyes only for me. And I smiled to myself. I was loved, I was cherished, I was….possessed. I was deliriously happy. And I was getting horny again.

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