At Her Request

At Her Request

 

By Shorngirl

 

Escaping the Nest

 

It was exciting. With my newly earned degree in hand, I was heading for what would be the beginning of the rest of my life.

I remembered leaving for university that first semester and how overbearing my parents had been. They insisted that I stay in touch, and keep them informed as to my grades and personal life.

The grades, I didn’t care about. They were, after all paying for my education. But to pry into my personal life at school just wasn’t on. All through high school, they had been doting and invasive. When they discovered that I was gay, well, the vice tightened even further.

All the girls I used to hang out with were suddenly suitors, even though I assured my parents that almost all of them were straight. Almost. There was Mona Kress. She was my first girl-girl experience, and I would always have a soft spot in my heart for her.

I was completely innocent; Mona was two years older. I felt so inadequate when we made love, at least at the beginning. It didn’t last very long, but she put me on the path. I had officially left the world of men behind, not that I was ever that interested, to begin with.

I hated the fact that I seemed obliged to do exactly what I despised doing. As a result, my love life at university was stunted at best. Oh, I had a few lovers, but never a serious relationship. There was always that impending fear that my parents just wouldn’t approve.

It all came to head when I had stopped calling them. It had been over three weeks since I made ‘the’ call. At the time, I was finally trying to get serious with another girl in my dormitory. I knew if I spoke with them, they would only guilt me out of whatever I was doing.

So, I should not have been all that surprised when they showed up at school. Of course, their timing was impeccable. Sarah was naked in my bed, as was I when the knock came on the door. I figured it was my roommate coming back early, so I never bothered to check the peephole.

“Margie, I thought…” My mouth fell open in shock, seeing my mother standing in the hallway, with my father directly behind.

Their eyes widened, and I suddenly remembered that I was still totally naked. “Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?” I managed, my hand dropping to cover my crotch, which I had just shaved for the first time. It was what Sarah liked.

“Do you always answer the door naked, Amanda?” My father questioned, acerbically.

“And what happened to your pubic hair, young lady.” My mother added, pushing past me into my room. I was powerless to stop her. As soon as she saw Sarah in my bed, I thought she actually might faint. “We’re going to leave now,” she said through her teeth, “…but when we return that…girl will be gone, and we’re going to have a serious talk.” That being said, she led my father back into the hall.

I closed the door and looked back at Sarah apologetically. “I am so sorry.”

“Whatever.” Sarah slipped out of bed and into her clothes. “They’re your parents, A. You deal with them. I’m out.”

I didn’t expect her to stand by me or anything, but the way she brushed me off was painful; far more painful than the ensuing earful I received from my parents. Had I not been in my senior year I might have been more worried. I was twenty-two years old, and still cowering from my parents. I stood my ground.

That was the beginning of the end for my parents and me. I finished school and went home to gather my belongings, with no intention of living under their roof.

 

New Town, New Job, New Boss

 

The apartment I had rented was nothing too fancy, as my starting salary was just that. It was a great company to work for, and I had aspirations of moving rapidly up the ladder.

Boston was a fairly progressive town, and I looked forward to exploring the local nightlife. I’d done my research and had acquainted myself with a few spots known for being lesbian hangouts. Boston had quite a few. I had some time to make up, now that I was free from my parents.

I had given myself a few days before I had to report to my job, allowing some time to get things together, as it were. The apartment was furnished, so that was a plus.

I had some fun, going out two of the three nights, and even scoring a one-night-stand. It was great sex, but that was all. I was, what one might call a femme. Long blonde hair, makeup, and a body that I wasn’t ashamed of.

So, I wasn’t all that shocked when my first experience in a lesbian bar was more of a free-for-all. I was fresh meat and completely available, making me almost too tempting. I lost track of how many times I had been hit on.

The girl I went home with the second night was totally hot, and a full-on butch. Her close-cropped hair and muscular physique reminded me more of a man than a woman. Had it not been for her buxom breasts and slender jawline, I could have been convinced.

She tried to tie me up at first, saying that she was a bit of a top. She cooled when I shied away from this but didn’t settle for a loss. Changing her tack, she went into her best tender-lover mode, and that did the trick. The sex was great, as I said, but that was all it could ever have been.

I was welcomed into the firm with open arms and was pleased to find that I had my own office. I never assumed that this would be the case, but I was more than pleased with the arrangement.

My boss, and the woman to whom I would be answering was Anastasia Petrov. Although I had an office, she had ‘the’ office. Set into the corner of the building, her windows commanded a view of the harbor. It was almost intimidating.

“Good morning, Ms. Goodwin.” She smiled, as the formidable woman ushered me into one of the plush club chairs that sat before her magnificent carved walnut desk. “Welcome to Ashley & Moore.” She was strikingly beautiful, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in waves.

“Thank you, Ms. Petrov.” I sat, and I felt suddenly at ease. I was at a loss to understand why. I should have been intimidated.

“I’ve read your transcripts. I understand you were in the top five percent of your class at Allegany.” She pointed out, folding her hands on her desk.

“Yes, that is correct. I missed Summa Cum Laude by half a percentage point.” I admitted. I was upset at the time, but now it seemed so inconsequential.

“Well, I’m certain you’ll fit right in around here. I think you’ll find the competition… stimulating.” She grinned. “It amazes me to see what some people will do to get ahead.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Ms. Petrov,” I said, eagerly.

“I tend to believe you, and you do have a slight advantage.” She insisted.

“How’s that, Ms. Petrov?” I questioned, honestly.

“Well, you’re a girl for one thing, and if my instincts are still as sharp as they once were, a lesbian as well.” I checked her face, and her expression was as flat as if she were reciting stock options.

“I’m not sure…”

“Oh, let’s not play games, Ms. Goodwin.” She sat forward, leaning toward me almost menacingly. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.” I wasn’t ashamed, as I was quite certain that she was as well.

“I’m having cocktails at my house in Hyannis over the weekend. A sort of ‘get to know you’ for all the new staff. I fully expect you to attend.” She sat back.

“That’s very generous of you to invite me, but…”

“I insist, Ms. Goodwin.” The power she exuded was palpable, and I could do nothing but nod. “Good. Now, I think that my assistant, Ms. Brant will show you around and explain what is expected of you.”

I rose from my chair and took the outstretched hand that was offered. “Thank you, Ms. Petrov. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.” I turned and walked toward the door.

“When we’re alone, Amanda, you may refer to me by my first name. I prefer Anna.” I mouthed the name, silently, but continued toward the door. “And Amanda, please do something with your hair. An updo will suffice until we can get you to a salon.”

As I made my way back to my office, I made a quick detour into the ladies to quickly pin up my long hair. Fortunately, I always carried a few hairpins with me. It ended up in a tight bun and accentuated my overly large ears. It was one of the reasons I hated wearing it up.

As the week went on, I grew more and more nervous about this party in Hyannis. The talk in the office was that Ms. Petrov used the soiree to assess the new talent. I didn’t want to disappoint her. Of course, I continued to wear my hair up, which totally ruined my look. I knew most people would look right past my ears, but to me, they were my worst feature.

Friday night, I was tempted to go out and blow off some steam, but the idea of showing up hungover at Anna’s was out of the question. I ended up staying home, settling for a glass of wine in front of the television instead of what would certainly be another night of unabashed sex.

I left early for the cape, on the advice of a new office friend. She wasn’t going to the party but had in the past. Celia was a bit older but seemed really nice. She was married with two kids; a life I was happy to forego.

After getting stuck in traffic at the canal bridge, it was smooth sailing up Route 6 to Hyannis. I hadn’t bothered to wear my hair up, as this wasn’t the office and it was an opportunity for me to hide my ears for once. Instead, it was drawn back into a ponytail, which currently rested over my right shoulder and landed on the center console. I loved my hair, and the idea of cutting it was daunting. I knew it was what Anna wanted, but I would resist as long as I could.

Following the directions that had been emailed to me, I pulled down a seaside lane that followed a golden sand beach. The houses along the lane were nothing short of mansions; one great sprawling estate after the next. When I finally reached the address, I was shocked. Of all the places I had seen so far, this one was the most opulent.

It started with having to talk into one of those security boxes. After explaining who I was, the gate slowly opened to allow my embarrassingly modest Toyota Corolla through. I shouldn’t have worried though. Mine was far from the worst of the group of cars parked along the edge.

I was told it was a dress casual affair, so I had worn a white pantsuit and grey satin blouse with my best heels. As I approached the side of the enormous house, I could hear the unmistakable sound of a party, so I followed the noise.

“Amanda!” I heard Anna’s voice call from across the patio. She skirted the edge of an impressive pool to greet me. “I’m so happy you came.” Surprising me, she took me by the arm and led me back to a group of what must have been friends.

“Thank you again for inviting me, Ms. Petrov,” I said, as I was brought up tight beside her.

“Well, now that my date has finally arrived, I guess the festivities can begin.” She boasted. I wasn’t certain whether she was kidding or deadly serious. She leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Anna, please, Amanda.” She scolded politely.

I was introduced to the group as her latest protégé, the most promising of the new crop. Embarrassed, I simply smiled.

Even though Anna was at least ten years my senior, she was astonishingly beautiful. I knew I should be honored to be held at her side for the majority of the party, but couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

So, it was with some sense of relief that the party slowly wound down, and I made a gesture that I should leave.

“Nonsense, Amanda. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t offer to have you stay the weekend? I can’t have you driving back with the rest of the riffraff, now, can I?” She didn’t seem as though she was going to take no for an answer.

“If you insist.” I laughed, nervously.

 

Anastasia Petrov

 

Once the last of the guests had made their way through the gates, I found myself alone in the foyer of the grand mansion. The wall-sconce lighting made the room look even taller than it already was, and the marble busts of naked goddesses made me feel as though I did not belong. This was an entirely different league.

“Amanda?” I heard Anna call from upstairs. “Let me show you where you will be sleeping.”

I climbed the sweeping staircase which split into two at the top, offering me a choice. Not certain which way, I picked the left.

“You picked correctly. It says something about you, you know.” Anna insisted as she stood in the doorway of a luxurious bedroom.

“I don’t have anything but what I’m wearing, Anna,” I explained.

“Well, that’s quite alright. I doubt you’ll be needing anything else.” She grinned, mischievously.

Caught off guard, I cleared my throat. Might as well play along. “I sleep in the nude anyway, if that’s alright?” My attempt to shock fell woefully short.

“I insist on it, Amanda.” Anna returned. “In fact, why don’t you slip out of what you have on and meet me down at the pool. There’s nothing like an evening dip.” When I looked back to meet her gaze, she was gone.

I looked around the room, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. Having an affair with one’s boss was probably not the best idea, and that certainly looked inevitable. Even if it was just sex, it would certainly taint any professional discourse between us.

Still, I didn’t want to disappoint. I slowly stripped out of my clothes, leaving them folded neatly on the bed. I considered removing my bra and panties but reconsidered.

“Don’t you dare get into my pool with your underwear on, little girl.” I looked across the pool to see Anna swimming in my direction. “You’re not shy, are you?”

“Of course not.” I sighed, quickly shucking the flimsy garments and revealing myself to her.

“You really are quite lovely, you know.” Anna insisted as she backed away from the edge, giving me room to get into the pool. “Everything but that hair, of course.”

As gracefully as I could, I dove into the pool, slipping by her so she was forced to spin to meet me. “Why don’t you like my hair?” I asked, running my hands through the same, brushing the waterlogged strands away from my face.

“Let’s just call it a personal preference.” She explained. She swam up to me, her naked form only inches from my own. “Look at these.” She smiled, guiding her fingers so my hair was forced back behind my ears.

“My ears. Oh, I hate them.” I chuffed, trying to hide them with my fingers. In doing so, my hands fell over hers.

“Don’t hide them, Amanda. They give you a sense of humility, knowing how they stand out from your head. Isn’t that right?” Anna suggested.

I nodded, powerlessly. She had managed to take that one flaw and use it to put me exactly where she wanted. She smiled, caressing my face.

“I think we’re off to a wonderful start, don’t you?” Anna laughed, swimming so close that her breasts pressed hard against my own. When I felt her lips encase my own, I knew I was in trouble.

I couldn’t help but respond to her advances. Before I knew what was happening her fingers had found their way into my naked folds, and then inside. First one, then two, and then, oh, it could have been her entire hand. She held me out of the water as she worked my clitoris with her thumb, her fingers plunging in and out of me. I only lasted a minute.

“You’re beautiful when you come. Do you know that?’ Anna sighed, as she helped me out of the water.

I collapsed on the chaise, where only an hour before her friends had been sitting. Taking in her naked form as she stood before me, I knew I was smitten. “You are the beautiful one,” I admitted.

“I’m so happy you think so. It’s important, you know.” Anna sat beside me. “Tomorrow, we’ll do something about that hair. Right now, I need to come, and I want you to do that for me.” She laid back against the arm of the chaise, hooking a leg over the back and spreading herself lewdly before me.

Her sex was covered sparsely with that same platinum blonde hair. I’d never seen pubic hair so fair. I could smell her essence as I drew closer, and it sent a shiver through me. Covering her luscious pink labia with my mouth, I began to worship her, my tongue dancing over her engorged clit. Feeling her hands on the back of my head, she ground my face roughly into her sex.

I could feel my own arousal rising for an encore, and allowed my hand to snake beneath my prone body. Seeing what I was doing, Anna prevented me. “No, no, little one. No.”

By the time we made our way back inside, it was growing dark. Much to my surprise, I smelled something cooking, and swiftly realized that we were far from being alone.

Anna led me, still quite naked, through the house. With her staff so close at hand, I was more than a little intimidated. “Don’t they…, did they see?”

“Oh, I’m certain of it. My staff is quite accustomed to my… behavior.” She smiled, leading back up the stairs. We walked past what was my room and into a huge boudoir. “I think we’re about the same size, my dear. Let me find you something suitable for supper.”

What Anna handed me was not exactly evening wear. The negligée was see-through, with small flowers embroidered over my nipples and sex. It was made to be provocative. Not asking questions, I slipped it around me, fastening the delicate tie at the waist.

“Oh, I think you look better in that than I do. Now, let me fix your hair.” She led me over to an ornate vanity and had me sit facing away from it so that she could work. “No fussing now,” Anna said, firmly as she grabbed a handful of my hair. I assumed she would be putting it up into a style that exposed my ears. They seemed to please her, as much as they irritated me.

What happened next still stuns me to this day. I heard the most awful sound. The unmistakable crunch of scissors sawing through too much hair. I started to protest but was quickly reprimanded with a slap to my cheek. The action shocked me enough to allow her to finish what she started, without interruption.

“There.” She held up a two-foot-long rope of blonde hair that was attached to my head only a moment before. “That’s a start.”

I reached back and felt the blunt ends of my hair that sat at the middle of my neck. The rest fell forward around my face, in a roughly cut chin-length bob. “You cut my hair.” I complained, forlornly.

“I did, and as I said, that is just the start of it.” Anna quipped. “Tomorrow, I’ll have my stylist swing by and straighten things up. I can’t have you hiding those ears, now, can I?” Not knowing what to do or say, I just shook my head. “Good, I’m glad you’re on board.” She dropped the long hank of hair into an available bin, the sound of it hitting the bottom making me ill. It was a lot of hair; my hair.

I felt awful sitting at the table, knowing that my hair had been so brutally hacked. I had seen it in the mirror, and it was not well done. One side was decidedly shorter than the other and the ends were blunt and obviously hacked.

As the staff served us a lovely meal, I couldn’t help but realize that they had seen me with my glorious mane only a few hours before. What must they think of me now, those same locks rudely chopped, and dressed so scantily? To make matters worse, the room was encased in mirrors. Everywhere I looked, I was reminded of my pitiful condition.

“Don’t look so down, Amanda.” Anna insisted. “When Sergio is done, you’ll look wonderful. Trust me.”

To be honest, I barely touched my meal, as delicious as it looked. My appetite had vanished along with my hair.

Of course, I never made it back to the bedroom Anna had installed me in. Instead, I spent the night as her love slave. My will all but broken, she seemed to take pleasure in it.

It’s not that it wasn’t enjoyable. It was more than that. Through more than words and actions, Anna demonstrated that I was more than a little submissive. In fact, by the time morning came, I was convinced that I was nothing more than Anna’s property.

Either she was very good at brainwashing, or the things she revealed about me throughout the night, were, in fact, true. I loved nothing more than to be beneath her, her dripping sex pressed heavily into my face. I found that there wasn’t an inch of her body that I wasn’t prepared to worship, and I did just that, from her feet to the top of her head and everything in between.

So, when I found myself waiting on her in the morning, I wasn’t all that surprised. I think it was as I was kneeling at her feet that everything seemed to snap into place. Suddenly, belonging to Anastasia Petrov was my only desire.

 

Trimmed, Cut and Reduced

 

I was famished, after having refused to eat the night before. Instead of the flowery negligée, I was forced to wear the night before, I was led, totally naked to the breakfast table.

Even considering my newfound submissiveness, this was a long bridge to cross. ‘What was I doing?’ I asked myself as I passed two of Anna’s staff tending to the table. All they afforded me was a quick glance and a snicker amongst themselves after we had been seated.

“That’s enough girls. Amanda has found that she detests clothing.” Anna explained, humiliating me before them, but not unpleasantly so. I found her explanation to be so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but giggle.

I made short work of breakfast, being so hungry, and was soon ushered back upstairs. Anna put me in the shower, and I spent some time under the hot jets of water contemplating everything that had occurred.

Once out and dried, Anna had me dress in my white pantsuit once again, and I wondered if our weekend of debauchery was at an end. In fact, it was only to accommodate Sergio, whom I had completely forgotten about.

Seeing myself brought a wave of embarrassment over what had occurred. I looked at my horrible bob in the mirror, looking completely out of place in my fashionable clothes. I was pulled from my reverie, suddenly.

“Amanda. Sergio is here. Come into my boudoir so he can fix you up.” Her tone was conciliatory, as if she too was sobered by my attire. Was she having second thoughts about me? These were my concerns as I entered her room.

“Amanda, this Sergio.” He was a middle-aged man, and not unattractive as guys went. Smiling, he indicated the chair where Anna had cut my locks so severely the night before. I nodded as I sat, not knowing what to say.

“I want you to take her short, Gio. She seems to think her ears are too big and I need her to feel them out and about. Make sure they are well exposed with nothing to distract from their size. Is that understood?”

“Whatever you say, Ms. Petrov. You’re the boss.” He said, his heavy Latin accent flavoring his words.

I had no idea what he was going to do, or how short he was about to cut my hair. It was going to be a drastic change no matter what. I was surprised when Anna left the room. Perhaps she wanted to be surprised by the result. Yes, that must be the answer, I thought.

With my hair still damp from the shower, Sergio wasted no time. He lifted a section of hair from the side of my head and cut, and in one fell swoop had exposed my ear, the hair falling limply against my head above the prominent rim. Walking to the opposite side, he did the same.

Each time he cut, clumps of hair would fall to the floor around me. I thought I would be upset, even cry, but that’s not what happened at all. Whatever had happened to my mind the night before was obviously affecting me now. Instead of grief, all I felt was the most delicious arousal.

I watched in the mirror as his scissors quickly reduced my once beautiful mane to what could only be described as a little boy’s cut. Knowing that I should feel humiliated, I realized I still did, but it was how the humiliation worked on me that was so shocking. I was humiliated to the very edge of orgasm.

My center part had been adjusted to the side, the severely shortened hair on my crown combed over to trace the shape of my head. I sighed, thinking he was finished, but was pressed back into the chair as he pulled a set of clippers from his satchel.

Sergio started in the back, and I was frustrated that I was unable to see. I longed to know exactly how short he was making it, how much of my hair he was removing. I could feel the machine pressed firmly against my nape as it bit into my hair, slowly being drawn away in the middle somewhere.

It was only as he had worked his way to the side that I understood. The clippers bore no guard and were shaving the blonde wisps to the skin. With one careful motion, he guided the clippers around my ear, leaving a white circle of naked scalp around my offending protrusion.

Once the man had shaved all that he was going to shave, he set to work blending the bald border into the cap of hair that remained. Shorter and shorter it was cut, until there was barely enough to lay down on the one side of the part.

I should not have been all that surprised when he finished me off with a straight razor, denuding my already shaven sides to smooth, slick, whitewalls. All this time I had been fighting the urge to come. I was so determined not to, in fact, that I barely realized when Sergio had gone.

“Look at you,” Anna said as she stepped back into the room. She walked up behind me, running her fingertips over my ears, accentuating my humiliation, and sending me over the edge. “Look at these!” She mused, feeding my orgasm with her ridicule as she pulled them out as far as they could go.

When I had quite literally collapsed from coming, she helped me to the floor, where I was content to lie. Then, she dutifully stripped me out of my clothes. “I know how you hate clothes. Isn’t that right, Amanda?”

All I managed was a slight nod as I was made naked once again. “Thank you, Anna,” I whispered under my breath.

“What am I going to do with you, Amanda?” Anna posed. “I can’t very well have a naked executive running around, can I?” She gathered my clothes together and tossed them into the same bin with my hair.

“I suppose not,” I said, not certain what she was doing.

“And, you can’t very well go back to your apartment with nothing on, can you?” Anna insisted.

“No, Anna.” I felt myself melting into the floor.

“Well, I guess that’s that, then.” She said, cheerfully. “You’ll just stay here and be my sex slave. How does that sound?”

I brought my fingers to my head and felt the bare-naked scalp that climbed so far up the sides and back, groaning. “It’s so short.”

“Yes, it is, my humble little slave. You should know that I’ve arranged for Sergio to return each, and every, week. I can’t have you growing back so much as an inch of that misplaced confidence you walked into my office with, now, can I?”

“No, Anna.” I moaned, another orgasm fighting to emerge between my legs.

Standing over me, she allowed a dribble of her own excitement to fall on my boyish head. “It’s Ms. Petrov, slave.”