The Captain's Requirements
As her Dom, I was free to require some changes in Renee’s habits as she transformed into “girl,” my sub.
First on the list was her underthings. As a rule she wore those bras with the styrofoam cups that hid any suggestion that she had breasts. Renee/girl has the most beautiful, perfect breasts and I would not stand for having them hidden away. I wanted to see her nipples reaching for me whenever I looked at her, so I forbade her to wear bras.
Next to go were the sensible, industrial grade underpants. No longer would she cover her beautiful pussy with “underwear” from Tractor Supply. From now on she would wear “lingerie” -- panties that were pretty and worthy of her body. And she would stop using the word “underwear.” The Captain’s girl wears bras and panties – lingerie, not underwear. Of these three requirements, eliminating the word “underwear” from her vocabulary has been the most challenging for her.
I enjoy the no-bra rule immensely. It is a perfect act of submission, constantly reminding her that I am in charge of these decisions now. She was initially uncomfortable displaying her femininity, but I demand it and she submits regardless of the discomfort. This effect has diminished somewhat as she has gotten more confident over the months. Whereas she used to hide her breasts behind rubber shields, she now seems proud of her body and almost dares men to admire her breasts in public.
The no-bra rule has evolved, however. When I learned that there were shelf bras and open tip bras I encouraged her to try them. They lift her breasts up, but the nipple is still free. I like them. I love the twinge of arousal I get from looking at girl when we are out at a restaurant or having drinks somewhere and see the hints of her perfect nipples, reminding me of the delights she holds for me.
A few months ago girl requested permission to order a French bra, and I approved. The new bra was tastefully colorful, with lace and fancy, girly things. When she modeled it for me I immediately approved. Without padding the thin bra reveals a delightful hint of nipple under her tops, so I agreed that she could wear them on some occasions. This opened the floodgates and her dressing room is now awash in fancy bras and panties from France and Italy.
Another of my requirements was that she groom the kitty right down to the roots. She has a beautiful pussy and I don’t like it to be hidden by anything. Shaving every day is sometimes a challenge for her, but the results are worth it. I spend a lot of time down there, licking and kissing, so I want it smooth and clean at all times. At this point I can’t imagine seeing her with hair down there. She has tried several methods, but it seems a plain old multi-blade razor is the fallback tool. On special occasions I will to the shaving, to make sure the skin is smooth and there are no cuts.
A final 24/7/365 requirement is that she make herself available for my pleasure at all times. When she feels my hand on the front of her thigh she is supposed to spread her legs. When I reach for her breast she is supposed to remove any impediment so I can enjoy them. This has been a difficult requirement for her. I don’t like punishing my girl, so she doesn’t experience much harsh treatment. But she has been spanked more for forgetting this rule than for anything else.
Early in the process of training me to be his sub, my Captain made a few inviolate requirements of me. The first concerned my choice of bras. Captain mentions that this change was difficult….and it was at first because g believes she has very small breasts, not exactly flat but two bandaids sufficed for a bra until my children came along. OK, that is a bit of an overstatement but not much. When she stood in line to pick her body to wear for this life, g stepped in the leg line twice and missed the tittie line altogether. However, rambling here, back to the bra issue. Yes, guilty as charged on wearing the molded cup variety so it looked like something might be there. My Captain’s first real DEMAND that they go happened in a restaurant. There we were, just ordered drinks and looking over the menu and Captain quietly but in a voice that will not be denied says “you are to go to the restroom and remove your bra, just throw it away, then come back to the table.” That voice means now, so off g went, breaking into a cold sweat about going braless. To add to my discomfort, over the bra I was wearing only a camisole. Looking back I laugh because g walked out of that restroom with arms crossed over her chest and managed to eat dinner with her arms pretty much the same way. She was only technically in compliance but the bras were gone….banished into wherever molded cup bras go to live out their last days.
Next came the shelf bra that gave girl a whole new sense of appreciation of what a bra could potentially be! First, this was beautifully made. Second, there is something so sensual about the stimulation from the fabric of your clothes sliding over your nipples. I was feeling better about my body. Captain loved them, girl loved them, life is good.
Then one day glorious day g discovered the world of French and Italian undergarments, no padding, very exquisitely sexy…..and actually fit! Who Knew? While g admits that until turning 53 she wasn’t a girly, girl but switch flipped somewhere in me that year and now g is the Imelda Marcos of fine women’s undergarments. Our rituals include my morning kneel before Captain and asking to serve them that day. He never fails to notice that the panties and bra and mentions that they are exactly what he expects from his sub. It is a nice bonus that girl enjoys them also! But there are still many days when the bra is not worn nor panties either, g has never been a real fan of panties anyway :)
Now let’s discuss the clean shaven kitty portion of the program. Let the record show that girl, under no circumstances, should ever be trusted with sharp objects - especially in the vicinity of one of the Captain’s most prized possessions! With that in mind, the search was on for something that would groom the kitty and not leave it cut to ribbons. Waxing (g loves pain given by Captain, relishes it in fact….but ripping hair off of kitty, uh - no), I discovered I am allergic to hair removal creams made specifically for that portion of the body, tweezers (oh, yes, tweezers...when Captain says so be it….so be it, but alas this takes a verrryyy long time.) Electrolysis is not off the table but haven’t gone there yet. Last week my ever mindful Captain found a vibrating, three blade razor that works well and wonder upon wonders...no cuts. How would one put a bandaid on the kitty, anyway? A question that has been pondered many times.
As with all things, the Captain has been spot on in his requirements. g is happier with the skin she now lives in and loves that he loves my body the way it is.
I do want to make one comment on Captain’s journal. g doesn’t necessarily dare men to look at her breasts, it is more of an inevitability - she is 6’2” or 6’3” in high heels. It is difficult to hide in a crowd.
Now to Captain’s final point, that when he touches g’s thigh she is to open them immediately, or when he wants to play with any other part of g’s body it is to be made available, like now (or yesterday if possible). He is absolutely correct that getting this down to a science is taking some extensive training and has taken a toll on g’s backside. Everyday is better though and g has even opened her legs when dead asleep….there may be hope yet.
Until next time….