“Rebecca!” Emma said, shocked. Though she shouldn’t have been; she’d seen what Rebecca sometimes did to Dan during his turn as servant…
“Basically, plan ahead as much as you can. You’re in charge, so you want to be in control at all times. That means controlling the environment as well your man.”
“What do you mean?”
“At a basic level, plan what you want to do to Jack, and when, and where, and make sure you have everything you need to hand, ready. If you plan to do some shagging in the kitchen, say, and if you want a condom for that, then plan how you want to do it in the kitchen, and have the condom hidden, in the kitchen, so that you can just pick it up when you need it. If you’ve got Jack all revved up and ready to go, and then you think, ‘hang on, just got to nip to the bedroom for a condom’, it spoils the flow. Especially if it turns out the box in the bedroom is empty, and you need to do a quick trip to the shops. Also think about when to hide it; you don’t want to be spotted putting things in position because it gives the game away, but you also don’t want to hide things too soon in case Jack finds them ahead of time. I like to set up the next phase while I’ve got Dan busy on the preceding task. If it helps,” Rebecca said, “write a list of all your nasty plans and what you’ll need — including when you want any orgasms to happen. But, obviously, keep that list secret and don’t let Jack see. Oh, that reminds me,” she added. “You should tell Jack, in advance, whether you want him to come or not, at each point. It’ll be no good if you have a big finale planned, but he gets carried away and shoots his load just before you move into the big finish.”
Now that Rebecca mentioned it, Emma did recall her giving Dan such instructions.
Emma slumped a bit. “This is more work than I thought it would be.”
Rebecca laughed. “It’s good work, though, right? Be honest — how wet are you right now?”
“Soaking,” Emma admitted.
Rebecca cackled richly. “Just you wait. You’ve got a whole week to plan this out. You’re going to spent the entire time thinking about ways to have great sex. What could be better?”
***
Towards the end of the week, a similar conversation happened between Jack and Dan.
“It’s like she’s a new person,” Jack said to Dan. “I’m a little bit scared, to be honest.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“I don’t really know.”
“Look,” Dan said, “this is your first time, so my advice is to be gentle on her.”
Jack gave a bark of wry laughter. “Me be gentle on her? She’s the one who might not be gentle with me.”
“What I mean is, this’ll all be new to her as well, but she’ll be trying to be in charge, so let her be in charge. Do what she tells you, even if it feels a bit weird. Don’t try to take the initiative back. Do what she says, when she says. If something doesn’t go right, don’t take over — give her the space to figure out what to do and how to fix it, so she can still keep control.”
“Okay,” said Jack, nodding. “I can do that. I think. I hope.”
***
On Friday, Emma gave Jack the first inkling of her plans. “We’ll start at five-thirty in the evening,” she said, “and we’ll probably be done about nine pm. Okay?”
“Okay,” Jack said.
“So that means,” she emphasised, “from five-thirty onwards, you do as I say, no questions asked, until I say we’re finished. Understood?”
A little apprehensively, Jack agreed. He was unnerved about how much she was stressing this “do as I tell you” thing.
“If you feel you need to,” she said, “you can call a halt, and we’ll cancel it. But I hope you won’t. I think you’re going to love it, even if it’s not what we’re used it. I know I’m really looking forward to it. I’m really turned on by the thought of what we’re going to be doing tomorrow.”
That, at least, sounded promising, and got Jack in the mood. But Emma smoothly rebuffed Jack’s advances that night. “Down, boy!” she said. “Busy night tomorrow! I want you with a full head of steam.”
***
Saturday. The day had arrived. And Jack had to admit, he spent much of the day in a state of arousal wondering what on Earth was going to be happening later. It didn’t help that Emma was drifting around with a smug expression on her face, and kept saying, “God, I hope you’re as turned on as I am! I could almost explode!”
Normal things happened during the day: they ate breakfast and lunch. Jack loaded the dishwasher. Emma did some laundry. Jack mowed the lawns. The usual, scruffy hoody and jeans were the order of the day for Jack; Emma bounced about in her t-shirt and jeans. But the odd, unusual thing happened, too; for example, the previously-loaded dishwasher got emptied again without having been run, the dirty dishes stacked on the working top near the sink.
“Something up with the dishwasher?” Jack asked, mentally adding repair dishwasher to the list of jobs to be done at some point over the weekend.
“Nope,” Emma said, both serenely and mysteriously. And Jack was back to wondering what she had planned for the evening, an erection growing yet again.
The day crawled by, but then it was 17:30.
“Ready?” Emma asked eagerly.
“I really, really hope so,” Jack said, somewhat nervously.
“Then let’s go!” she said, delightedly. “You are now mine, for the next four hours, give or take. ‘Have him scrubbed and sent to my room!'” she quoted. “I want you scrubbed and dressed and ready by six, so there’s no time to lose.”
Jack looked over his shoulder at her as she shooed him up the stairs. “It won’t take me half an hour to shower, you know.”
“We’ll see,” she said, enigmatically.
In the bedroom, there was a small black leather case waiting on the bed for him. “First, we need to take care of that rainforest of yours down there,” she said, patting his crotch, and indicating the case.
When he looked inside, he discovered there was set of hair clippers and attachments. That explained one of the parcels, then. She wanted him to… shave his pubes? “But…” he began.
“Whatever I say, remember?” she reminded him, with an arched eyebrow. Then she relented a little and said, “this isn’t like Sampson and Delilah; you’re not going to be less manly without that scraggly undergrowth.” Still he looked unsure, so she continued: “It’s not as if any of your mates are likely to see, and even if they do, it’s not like it’s anything to be ashamed of.” She wrapped her arms around his neck winsomely. “And if by some chance they do, just tell them that you’re all neatly trimmed because that way you get more blowjobs from your wife.” She reached up on tip-toe and whispered in his ear. “Because you will.”
Jack felt himself getting hard. But despite this, he wasn’t sure quite what she wanted. “When you say trimmed, how exactly…?”
“Oh, you know. I know you’ve seen loads of porn films. Like the guys in those.” She pulled back a bit. “What? Oh, you mean your attention wasn’t really focused on the guys? Well, then.” She untangled herself from him, went over to her bedside cabinet, and removed a folded piece of paper from the drawer, which she handed to him. “This should give you some inspiration, then.”