Page 30 of Controlling Natasha

It takes me forever to get to sleep, and it seems like only a minute later that I’m jolted awake.I open my eyes to find Mr.Hoffman sitting next to me.He has one hand on the other side of my torso, but he’s not touching me.

“Is it morning?”I ask, my voice scratchy.

“Yes, Little one.I let you sleep late, but it’s time to get up, now.”He stands, still not touching me.

I kind of wish he would cup my face or something, but he doesn’t.And I shouldn’t be surprised.He said he wouldn’t touch me until I agreed to be his Little girl.

“I set clothes out on your vanity, Little one.Wear exactly what I left.Nothing more.Nothing less.Put your hair in pigtails like you did the other night.Take a bath first.Use the soap I left on the edge of the tub.Have you ever used a hair removal cream or shaved your pussy, Natasha?”

I can’t breathe.I’ve been awake for thirty seconds and already I feel the weight of his dominance all the way to my bones.“No, Sir,” I whisper.

“I left you a removal cream.It’s gentle.Apply it.Leave it for five minutes, and then wipe it off with tissues.Thentake your bath.”

“W-why?”

He smiles in that devious way that tells me he knows things I do not.“Having a bare pussy will help you feel like the Little girl you are.You’ll see.”He leaves the room.

When he’s gone, I’m left panting.I’ve only been awake a minute, but I’m wired as though I had two of those mocha lattes and the soda from last night.I scramble out of bed and pad over to the bathroom.

I never lock the door, but this time I do.If I’m going to spread my legs and do something weird to remove my hair, I don’t want to run the risk of anyone coming in.I’m never sure when Edith might come to grab the laundry hamper, or now that things are beyond awkward with Mr.Hoffman, he might think of something else and waltz back in, too.

I’m shaking as I strip off my nightie and panties before picking up the bottle of hair remover.I quickly read the directions, which are shockingly exactly as Mr.Hoffman stated.Then, I decide to lower myself into the tub, open my legs, and apply the cream.

The next five minutes are an eternity as I wait for the timer on my phone to go off.My mind is racing.I’m nervous and excited.I can tell Mr.Hoffman is going to dominate me in ways I can’t even begin to imagine today.I’m up for the challenge, but I’m scared at the same time.

The man has a tendency to throw new things at me so fast my head spins.Today he started by ordering me to remove my pussy hair.Even the wordpussyis so naughty that it makes me tremble.Mr.Hoffman certainly didn’t use the word before last night.Apparently, this new phase we’re entering includes new words.

When the alarm goes off, I wipe away the hair, surprised by how easy it is.I’m left staring at my bald sex.It gives me a bit of a rush.I know it’s common for women to shave or wax down there, but I’ve never had a reason to.

As the bath fills, I grab the soap Mr.Hoffman told me to use.I can’t keep from giggling.It’s baby soap.I’m going to smell like a baby.I hope he doesn’t insist I use it when I have class.Is our trial only for today?We didn’t discuss it specifically.

After a quick bath, I dry off and reach for the pile of clothes.My heart races as I realize what he’s left me.These are not things that were in my closet.He must have been preparing for this.I’m not surprised.

The panties are white with tiny little stuffed bears on them.When I put them on, I start panting.It feels so weird with no hair.I look around for a bra.Nothing.Deep breaths, Natasha.He doesn’t want me to wear a bra… Nothing about Mr.Hoffman should shock me.

Next is a dress.It’s a soft green babydoll style with thin straps at the shoulders like the one I tried on the other day.The top section is about three inches of flat material that rests across the upper swell of my small breasts, under my arms, and across my back.The rest of the dress flares out right above my nipples to hang loose down my body.It lands about two inches below my panties.If I lift my arms, people will see the white cotton with the bears print.

The socks I pick up are white and frilly, the kind that fold over at the ankles.He’s left white flats with a little buckle to go with them.And finally, a small white sweater.It’s short with three-quarter sleeves.It’s really just meant to cover my arms since it’s winter.It doesn’t cover any of my chest.

I brush my teeth, put my hair in pigtails, and then look in the full-length mirror.I can’t believe I’m going to leave the room dressed like this.What will Edith and Albert think?I’m grinning.I love this look, but I’m nervous because I feel so naughty.

Somehow, I find the courage and head down the stairs and into the kitchen.All three of them are there when I enter.For a second, I consider turning and running back up the stairs, but Edith spots me.

She smiles.“Good morning, sweetie.Don’t you look pretty?”She turns toward Albert.“Look how pretty she is today.”

“She sure is.”Albert winks at me.

Mr.Hoffman is grinning broadly as he stands from his spot at the kitchen table.“You look lovely, Little one.Come.”He pulls out a chair for me on the back of the table so I’m facing the room.When I sit, I try unsuccessfully to tuck the hem of the dress under me.

Mr.Hoffman leans in and whispers in my ear, “Sit on your panties, Little one.Leave the dress alone.Spread your knees and wrap your ankles around the legs of the chair.”

My breath hitches.When I don’t move fast enough, he lifts a brow, forcing me to comply.My pussy pulses, and wetness leaks out to coat my panties.

“Good girl.You’ll sit like this at the table.”He turns toward Edith and Albert as he resumes his place next to me.“Natasha is going to experiment with various levels of age play until we determine what suits her,” he announces.

My face heats, and I lower my gaze, mortified.

“Excellent.I think this dress is a great place to start,” Edith says, setting a plate in front of me.Neither she nor Albert seem the least bit surprised.Granted, I’ve been submitting to Mr.Hoffman since I moved in.They couldn’t have missed the signs.

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