I had big plans for tonight, involving the Boytoy, Karen, the Citadel, a series of canes, and half a dozen floggers. Unfortunately, I have been sick with strep, so I’m spending my days and nights sleeping, taking antibiotics, drinking chicken soup, and feeling listless.
I did get a little play tonight of a much less strenuous kind. Sometimes a subtle scene can be even more erotic than a big, savage Domme-aerobics lashfest.
Now, one of the complexities of poly BDSM is dealing with conflicting interests. Generally Redmage and I don’t have problems with that; our interests dovetail beautifully. He does elaborate and beautiful rope bondage and electroplay. I do fisting and vampire gloves. We both play with knives, but I’m the one who draws blood. We both play with canes, floggers, and paddles, but he’s the one with the awe-inspiring flogging stance and collection of custom floggers.
However, we do have a difference of opinion whether Karen looks better shaved or with her own luxuriant bush. This could be a source of conflict, but instead it has become a source of delight for me. Although I love pubic hair, I also really love doing shaving scenes. So we compromise. When she is shaved, I get to do the shaving. In between, she lets it grow, and I enjoy her thick curly chevelure.
Tonight Karen needed to shave; tomorrow she and Redmage are off to a play party. (Where I would be going if I were going out.) So I told her to prepare the necessities: a razor with a fresh blade, shaving cream, a basin of warm water, several towels, a washcloth, and damned good lighting, since the careful Domme does not trim a sub’s clit along with her bush.
Karen lay naked, legs spread, waiting for me. No bondage needed. She looked up at me as I made my preparations and laughed. “It’s that mad scientist look!”
Well, of course. First I soaked the washcloth in the warm water and spread it across her lushly furred crotch. Naturally, I had to stroke and touch and massage her mons veneris. It’s not necessary for the shaving, but it’s absolutely required by my pleasure. Much of the joy of Dommeing for me is in getting to play with my sub in any way I choose.
When her hair was thoroughly wet and soft, I spread a generous amount of shaving gel on my hands and rubbed them over her crotch, being careful to keep to the outside. Then, the pleasures and perils of the blade, stroking away the curls and leaving rosy, naked flesh.
Just think how erotic: a naked woman, lying surrendered and open to my touch, holding helplessly still as I caress her cunt with a sharp blade. Her breathless expectancy, her shapely legs spread as she offers up her cunt to me, the tender folds of her pussy gleaming beneath the rich lather and the damp curls — all while I slowly, carefully touch and stretch and shave every fold.
It’s a long, careful process, and the blade has to be rinsed often, but eventually I had done the first pass and was ready for the next. One more layer of shaving gel. This time the razor glided smoothly over her bare skin.
Now her cunt lay utterly bare and open, like a strawberry sliced in half. No hiding the full clit, the voluptuous inner lips, the three rings that pierce her. Soon it will be veiled again by dark curls, its folds and secrets open only to the probing tongue or hand. Then I can start the cycle over again.
and damned good lighting, since the careful Domme does not trim a sub’s clit along with her bush.
This made me cross my legs and shudder in a bad way. Ow ow ow. Trimming accident memories. (the nick healed perfectly , and much faster than I expected, too – but ow.)
Awww… sexy, and sweet. I wish I had somebody to shave me. :]
And you didn’t cut her? Not even a little? Awwwww……
You know, it’s not like you mean that …
I cut only when I want to, my dear. And I use a scalpel or an open blade. Somehow razor nicks just aren’t as romantic as symbolic runes.
Come back to the Bay Area. I’m sure we can find some volunteers.
*going back through old comments*
Mrar! :) Hm, perhaps I will suggest that the next time I have an opportunity…