plastic double-bladed device
so that she could see it clearly. “Don’t worry, it’s a new blade. Nice and sharp.”
Megan blinked. He was going to
shave her? With whipped cream?
She lay back on the counter and
closed her eyes. Relax. He knows what
he’s doing. He won’t do anything to harm you.
“Color?”
This whole scene only worked with
trust. A razor near her pussy made her nervous. She usually opted for waxing
because she feared cutting the sensitive flesh down there. But now Matt, with
his large powerful hands and intense gaze wanted to use one on her. Could she
give him that much power? She had never let anyone shave her before.
She shuddered as he ran a finger
over her clit. Up and down. Up and down. He caressed her inner lips then teased
her cleft. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She would not get what she longed
for without surrender.
“I am green, Master. Please
continue.”
He nodded then removed the
razor’s cover. Megan kept her eyes shut tight. She inhaled the unusual aroma of
sweetened cream and her own arousal. It was laced with Matt’s fresh masculine
scent. They smelled so good together.
Her heartbeat increased.
The only sounds in the room were
the buzzing of the clamps and her breathing. The clinking of the cuffs against
the metal mixer tap as she moved her hands. Then the slow crunching of the metal
blade meeting the short line of pubic hair that remained after her recent
waxing.
Slowly and carefully, Matt
removed all of her pubes. She tried not to wriggle, afraid that even the
slightest of movements could lead to a cut. It was almost impossible to keep
still with the torturous assault upon her nipples and the burgeoning arousal
deep inside.
But Matt’s hand was steady. He
moved her gently each time he needed access to another section of hair. His
touch as he parted her lower lips, and the sharp caress of the cold razor blades,
increased the tension in her pussy. She ached for release and it took all of
her strength not to beg for relief.
Finally, he gave her a nudge. “All done, sub.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He moved away from between her
legs and opened a cupboard in the island. She watched him. He took out a sponge
wrapped in cellophane. Once he had removed the plastic wrapping, he soaked it
in warm water. He wiped her carefully, attentively, until all traces of the
whipped cream were removed from her flesh, even cleaning between her buttocks.
The act was so tender and so intimate that Megan’s eyes filled with tears.
She blinked them away.
Focus, Megan.
“Beautiful sub.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“And now I will reward your
trust.”
“Thank you.”
Megan heard the desperation in
her own voice. She was weakening by the minute. Matt had such confidence, such
sexual power and she was drawn to him like a bear to honey.
Above the noise of the nipple
clamps, she heard another buzzing.
She lifted her head.
Matt brandished a large black vibrator
in his right hand. It was thick and long and curved at the end.
“This is a G-spot stimulator,
sub. Though I’m sure you remember that.”
She nodded.
Matt slipped his hand between her
folds and opened her vagina then he thrust the vibrator deep inside her. The shock
of the penetration took her breath away and she yelped. But he continued to thrust
the long, thick implement into her repeatedly. It stretched her vagina with its
hard silicone girth, unforgiving in its penetration of her most intimate place.
With the combined attention of
the wide vibrator inside her and the buzzing clamps pinching her nips, Megan
began to climb to the pinnacle of arousal. She lifted her hips, allowing the
vibrator to penetrate more deeply. It buzzed harder and harder against her G-spot
as Matt upped the speed. She was extremely aroused by the physical and
emotional elements of the act. Her body was stimulated but so were her heart
and her mind. All her old feelings for Matt began to surface like the sweet,
winking bubbles in a glass
so that she could see it clearly. “Don’t worry, it’s a new blade. Nice and sharp.”
Megan blinked. He was going to
shave her? With whipped cream?
She lay back on the counter and
closed her eyes. Relax. He knows what
he’s doing. He won’t do anything to harm you.
“Color?”
This whole scene only worked with
trust. A razor near her pussy made her nervous. She usually opted for waxing
because she feared cutting the sensitive flesh down there. But now Matt, with
his large powerful hands and intense gaze wanted to use one on her. Could she
give him that much power? She had never let anyone shave her before.
She shuddered as he ran a finger
over her clit. Up and down. Up and down. He caressed her inner lips then teased
her cleft. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She would not get what she longed
for without surrender.
“I am green, Master. Please
continue.”
He nodded then removed the
razor’s cover. Megan kept her eyes shut tight. She inhaled the unusual aroma of
sweetened cream and her own arousal. It was laced with Matt’s fresh masculine
scent. They smelled so good together.
Her heartbeat increased.
The only sounds in the room were
the buzzing of the clamps and her breathing. The clinking of the cuffs against
the metal mixer tap as she moved her hands. Then the slow crunching of the metal
blade meeting the short line of pubic hair that remained after her recent
waxing.
Slowly and carefully, Matt
removed all of her pubes. She tried not to wriggle, afraid that even the
slightest of movements could lead to a cut. It was almost impossible to keep
still with the torturous assault upon her nipples and the burgeoning arousal
deep inside.
But Matt’s hand was steady. He
moved her gently each time he needed access to another section of hair. His
touch as he parted her lower lips, and the sharp caress of the cold razor blades,
increased the tension in her pussy. She ached for release and it took all of
her strength not to beg for relief.
Finally, he gave her a nudge. “All done, sub.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He moved away from between her
legs and opened a cupboard in the island. She watched him. He took out a sponge
wrapped in cellophane. Once he had removed the plastic wrapping, he soaked it
in warm water. He wiped her carefully, attentively, until all traces of the
whipped cream were removed from her flesh, even cleaning between her buttocks.
The act was so tender and so intimate that Megan’s eyes filled with tears.
She blinked them away.
Focus, Megan.
“Beautiful sub.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“And now I will reward your
trust.”
“Thank you.”
Megan heard the desperation in
her own voice. She was weakening by the minute. Matt had such confidence, such
sexual power and she was drawn to him like a bear to honey.
Above the noise of the nipple
clamps, she heard another buzzing.
She lifted her head.
Matt brandished a large black vibrator
in his right hand. It was thick and long and curved at the end.
“This is a G-spot stimulator,
sub. Though I’m sure you remember that.”
She nodded.
Matt slipped his hand between her
folds and opened her vagina then he thrust the vibrator deep inside her. The shock
of the penetration took her breath away and she yelped. But he continued to thrust
the long, thick implement into her repeatedly. It stretched her vagina with its
hard silicone girth, unforgiving in its penetration of her most intimate place.
With the combined attention of
the wide vibrator inside her and the buzzing clamps pinching her nips, Megan
began to climb to the pinnacle of arousal. She lifted her hips, allowing the
vibrator to penetrate more deeply. It buzzed harder and harder against her G-spot
as Matt upped the speed. She was extremely aroused by the physical and
emotional elements of the act. Her body was stimulated but so were her heart
and her mind. All her old feelings for Matt began to surface like the sweet,
winking bubbles in a glass
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