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I struggled against the ties I could feel binding my wrists above my head. What had seemed like a helpless game when we started out, was no longer feeling like a game. Just what he had in mind I wasn't sure. I was beginning to wonder whether we were playing the same game.
Suddenly the light came back on. It seemed glaringly bright, even though it was only a low light off to the side. I turned my head and watched as he approached the bed where I was lying. He had told me that he had always wondered what it would be like to test the bounds of one's sexuality. To explore the other sides that you never let anyone see. The secrets we all keep tied up deep inside.
I admitted to myself, in the darkness a short time ago, that his words had thrilled that inner part of myself... that part I had never let anyone see before. The part that might be the monster inside of me. The part that would chase him away, turn him off, make him leave me. That's why I had let this happen to myself. I had agreed. My subconscious was agreeing anyway. And now my conscious was trying to deal with the situation.
His body was backlit by the light, so his handsome face was in shadow. I didn't need to see his face to know what he looked like. Our affair had been going on for awhile. We had met when our work schedules allowed. And when one of us had had to cancel, the other always graciously accepted. No hurt feelings. No expectations. A very modern, clean relationship. The kind that looked so perfect on the surface. But tonight he had asked me to step beyond.
He apologized for the brightness. And then I felt his hand. His right hand lightly touched my cheek, stroking the soft skin of my face with his slightly rough fingertips. His touch could always make shivers up and down my spine, and set fires in my deep, hidden places, that I had a hard time releasing. I felt his hand stroking along my neck, moving very slowly downward. When he reached the soft skin above my breast, he paused for a moment. He almost seemed to sense that in going more slowly, he was making my senses 'more sensitive,' and making his touch more arousing. I didn't say a word, but bit my lip to contain my feelings. I wasn't sure how much I wanted to reveal to this man, that I thought I knew.
His strong hand cupped my breast. My back seemed to bow of its own accord, thrusting my tender, sensitive breast more fully into his massaging hand. He responded wordlessly, by squeezing my breast more firmly, rhythmically. And then he began fingering my taut, distended nipple. It had puckered up very tightly in the gently moving air of the room, after he had removed all of my clothes. He played with my nipple, rolling it around, then flicking it back and forth with his fingertip. And then he pinched me lightly, teasingly. This time the moan of desire escaped my throat, before I even knew it was there to conceal. I heard his soft laughter in the faint light of the room. As I watched he bent slowly over until he could blow gently against my nipple. He praised my hard nipple, calling me his sensitive slave. He wanted to suck my sweet, little nubbins all night long he whispered to me. He wanted to thrust his seed deep inside my body, and fall asleep with his mouth sucking my tit.
Dear God, I thought. His words inflamed me almost as his words. He sucked my nipple slowly, deeply into his hot, wet mouth. His suction seemed to pull the center of my desire to the surface. Even though my ankles had also been bound wide apart, I could not stop the writhing movement of my hips against the cool sheets beneath. He seemed to sense my emotions, my desires without me saying a word. His hand began moving down across my belly, stroking my skin tenderly, sensuously, and slowly. Ever so slowly he moved across my goose-pimpled flesh, as if he knew that each millimeter of skin was filled with a thousand erotic desires, and his touch was the key to my little piece of heaven. He paused for the longest time just above my mound of Venus, pausing, still sucking, and licking my nipple. And then his fingers touched my soft hair, and he stopped. He raised his head. He looked down at my pussy, and then he looked up at me. He spoke softly, yet decisively. "I will have to take of that little problem my sweet, before we can go any further." I frowned, and asked what he meant. He reached back down, and tangles his fingers in my pubic hair. He tugged very lightly. "I am going to take your pussy fur, my sweet. From now on, your pussy will be bald for me."
He moved away from the bad, back into the darkness. I struggled against the ties that were holding me widespread, and waiting. I struggled against my desires also. His words had touched some chord, some string deep inside of me, perhaps as deep as my soul. What were these strange, deep feelings inside of me? His words seemed to call forth from inside me, emotions, thoughts and feelings I had never acknowledged, had never really known were there. I struggled and pulled futilely against the ties again.
I stopped abruptly when he returned with some things on a tray. He set it down and pulled the table to within his reach. He then turned up the light. He said that he needed better lighting to accomplish my denuding. And then he seated himself at the foot of the bed, between my widespread thighs. I heard my voice whisper to him, pleading for him not to do this. I was surprised when I realized it I that had spoken. He just smiled at me, then lowered his head. I strained to lift my head and see what he was doing, but I had to drop it again. I waited tensely for what would come next.
I nearly jumped off the bed, or as far as the ties allowed as he gave a couple of testing snips of the small scissors. And then I felt his fingers on my pussy, stroking my pubic hair. He lifted a small lock and I felt a slight tug, and then snip. The first was gone. I asked him again to stop. That I wasn't sure about this… But he lifted another small lock of red pussy fur, and snipped it off also. He didn't answer my begging, just kept on with his task of removing my pubic hair. Finally, he stopped snipping. He then told me that it was best if the hair was about 1/4 to 1/8 inch when shaving it. He surprised me then by laying his hand flat over my pussy, and rubbing the short stubs of hair that remained. The feeling of his warm hands, and the teasing movement of his fingers back and forth against the short hairs was maddening. The ruffling movement over those short little stubs was so incredibly erotic that before I knew what I was doing, I cried out loudly in the silence of the room.
I heard his soft chuckle in the still that followed my cry. I gasped though when his hand moved downward a bit, and his fingers slid in between my pussy lips. I blushed hotly when I felt his fingers discovering the true extent of my hidden desire. He caught the moisture of my desire on his fingers, and smeared the wetness around my pussy, further ruffling the stubby hair, and causing yet another gush of my fluids of passionate desire. There was no way of hiding my true feelings. I had shown my words were lies. My body had revealed what I had thought would be hidden. He whispered softly, as he continued to finger and play with my nearly shaven pussy. Once I was shaven, my passion would also be visible. No longer would I be able to hide these desires of passion. He would be able to see my moisture on my smooth lips, he said. Now I would not only reveal my passion to him through my hard little nipples when he squeezed my big tits, he whispered, but all he had to do was look down, and he would see my wetness on my pussy lips, and my upper thighs. His hands left me then.
I still couldn't see what he was doing. But I was amazed at the feeling of desertion and bereftness that his hands leaving had caused. And then I felt a hot cloth pressed to my remaining pussy fur and I gasped in surprise. The heat seemed to race through my body. After a minute or so, he removed the cloth, and then I heard a "sssshhhhh" noise. Before I could ask, I felt the coolness hit my skin like a dash of ice water. The foam warmed rapidly as he smeared it all over the area of my neatly trimmed pussy. I then heard him wiping his fingers on a towel.
The first swipe of the razor was a rasping noise in the room that I heard as I felt the stroking of cool metal over my foam-covered skin. And then there was another rasp, and another. On and on he continued relentlessly, until every one of the pubic hairs was gone. I had bitten my lip hard when his fingers had spread my lips to reach the inner most places. He surprised me yet again, when I felt his now wet fingers stroking over every inch of skin he had just shaven, checking for any hiding little hairs. The feel of his slightly rough fingertips stroking over my most sensitive places was enough to drive me to the edge of the madness of desire. I was gasping, my hips writhing, by the time he finally finished his checking and was satisfied he had missed none. I heard move the table away, and then he came to stand next to the bed again.
He gazed down at me. He slowly took in the dazed look in my eyes. He seemed to sense that I had been perilously close to climax several times as he had shaven me. But he didn't say anything. His eyes traveled down over my full breasts, my belly, and finally to my pussy. There were no more secrets, he said. I could no longer hide my passion he said. And from now on, he would keep me shaven when he could, but that I was to keep the area just as smooth as possible so that I would always be ready for him. He then laid his hand over my lower abdomen, and seated himself next to me on the bed. With his hand just resting over my pussy, he gazed into my eyes. Are you ready now?
I frowned back at him. Ready for what?
He smiled and said that that my shaving had only been my first step on the road to discovering my deep passions. The shaving had been the removing of the curtains to hide behind. There could be no hiding now, he said. And his fingers moved between my newly shaven pussy lips and he played with the moisture there, and then he found my secret place of desire. When he touched me there, I screamed. I surprised us both. Never before had his touch been so inciteful. I had exploded in surprise, and he touched me again, and again, and before I could recover I began spasming around his clever fingers, my body jerking in response. He had unleashed the passionate monster inside of me. As my breathing calmed, and my body quieted, he untied the bindings. He kissed my mouth lightly as he lie down next to me. He pulled the covers up over us as he whispered that this was just the beginning.
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