Authors: Kathryn R. Blake
“Sir?” she asked, unable to mask the high note of worry in her voice. “You don’t mean to…. I mean that’s an extremely tender area and–”
“Kelly, do you trust me?”
She swallowed and hesitated for only a second. “Yes, Sir.”
“No, I mean really trust me?”
“Do you mean trust you not to kill me?”
He laughed. “No, darlin’, though there is that, too. If we’re gonna be together, I plan to take you places you never thought you could go.”
“You’ve already done that,” she reminded softly.
“Yeah, a little I suppose, but Friday night was an extreme. I should be able to take you flyin’ in much easier and far less painful ways, but they could be equally scary. Some might be even scarier for you. You willin’ to go places with me you’re not sure you want to see, let alone visit?”
“I think so, Sir. But it’s deeper than that for me. I seek your approval in ways that sometimes make my stomach clench, because I know, despite the scary, terrifying feeling I get when I consider doing what you ask, that it will make you happy. Perhaps it will even make you want me, a little.”
He turned and cupped her face in his hands. “Kelly girl, I definitely want you in so many ways it makes me ache. I want to do things with you I’ve never wanted to do with anyone else, and I realize even the thought of some of the things I’m thinkin’ of doin’ will absolutely terrify you. But I want you to trust me enough to let me take you there anyway, despite your fear.”
She nodded. “I think I understand. And as long as you guide me through my fears, I think I would let you take me anywhere you wanted.”
He rewarded her with another pleased smile, then pressed his lips to hers, gently. A mere brush of sensitive skin at first, then firmer, deeper, more commanding, with each second demanding more of Kelly in return, until she gave herself up to his kiss the way he wanted. Then he brushed her lips with his thumb and said, “Let’s go see how creative I can get, shall we?”
Jim decided he wanted to shave her lower pubic region bare first, but needed to make sure she was set up at the perfect angle. It would have been easier to do at the club’s medical station, but that wasn’t an option. And the closest thing he had to a height that would put Kelly’s pubic region at the level he wanted was either his kitchen or dining room table. The outside picnic table might also suffice, but the temperature would be up in the high 80s, so he figured that might get a little uncomfortable for her. After grabbing a pair of scissors, two towels, shaving cream, wipes, some lotion, two razors, one electric and one safety with a new blade as well as baby powder, he gazed at her.
“How adventurous you feelin’ today?”
She glanced at the articles he held. “At the moment, not very.”
“Okay. We’ll start in the kitchen, and work our way back to the bedroom.”
She winced. “Have you ever done this before?”
He bent over to give her a kiss then strode through the hallway and living room into his kitchen, which had been cleared of their breakfast and lunch items. After spreading the towel on top of the table for her, he patted it. “Hop up here and we’ll begin with your bottom and work up. When she stood at the kitchen door hesitating, he said, “I’m gonna try somethin’ a little different with you, but this will definitely not be the first time I’ve shaved a lady’s private region.” He patted the table again. “So, put your purty little butt up here on this towel, and we’ll get to it.”
Kelly walked toward him like she was headed to her execution. Chuckling, he reached for her and gently put her up on the table himself. When she let out a tiny yelp, he checked first to make sure she wasn’t too uncomfortable. Though she assured him it was only a sound of surprise, he suspected it was more than that. Still, she gave him no sign she wished to get back down again.
“Good girl. Now, I’m gonna position you, and I know I don’t have to tell you to hold still while I do this, do I?” She shook her head and closed her eyes as he laid her back on the table. “Right. Now feet up level with your hips and knees spread wide. Perfect.” He put a small amount of shaving cream on his fingers and spread it around her lower pubic region. Then taking up his safety razor he began carefully shaving off the hair in her most sensitive area, taking care to make sure he also got the region between her clenching pussy and puckering little butt hole. When he was satisfied, he took a baby wipe and removed all the soap, rubbed a cool lotion in, and topped it off with a sprinkle of baby powder to soothe the area. She’d remained more than a little nervous, but compliant throughout the whole procedure, so he rose up and gave her a kiss.
“Very good, Kelly girl. I’m proud of you.”
“Are we done?” she asked weakly.
“With the shavin’ part we’re done. Now I’m gonna give your healthy lookin’ bush here a little trim with scissors.” When she merely shrugged, he cut the hair so it was about three-quarters of an inch high. It was a pretty color, and she had quite a bit of it, so he thought his design would look really cute on her. “Done. Now, I’m gonna move our party into the bedroom so you can be more comfortable.”
“There’s more?” she asked and he could hear the uncertainty in her voice.
He nodded. “Lots more. I’m just gettin’ started.”
She groaned, but let him help her off the table, then traipsed after him without complaint. He laid out the second towel on the bed and patted it. “Up you get. Now lay back, put your head on the pillow and relax.”
“Aren’t you going to say, and this won’t hurt at all?” Kelly asked as climbed up on the bed.
“Fraid not,” Jim replied with a smile, giving her another quick kiss before he stepped out of the room for a moment.
* * * *
Kelly groaned.
Good lord, what did he intend to do to her now?
The shaving and trim had been painless. He was surprisingly good at that, though she probably shouldn’t be surprised. He didn’t tell her that wouldn’t hurt either, so maybe…. That’s when he reentered the room carrying a pair of tweezers.
Immediately sitting up she gasped, “Tweezers? What are you intending to do with tweezers?” Then winced, knowing she sounded more than a little hysterical.
The mean Dom actually chuckled as he gently pushed her back down on the bed. “Relax. It’s not gonna be that bad, and we’ll take lots of breaks if you need ‘em. But the first part was merely window dressin’. This is where I’m gonna get creative.”
Kelly groaned. Why did I have to end up with the artist Dom who wants to use me as his canvas?
“Now this may be a trace uncomfortable to start, but I want you to lay as still as possible. If the pain becomes too much let me know and we’ll stop for a bit. Okay?”
Kelly didn’t answer, but when the tweezers began to descend to her pubic region, she reached out and latched on to Jim’s wrist. Another ‘no-no,’ except she was too nervous to simply lay back, close her eyes and let him have at it. “Um. I know I said I would, but I’m no longer sure I can do this.”
He gazed evenly at her and didn’t move. “That’s what I meant about trust, Kelly. Either you do, or you don’t.”
“I do. I really do. But this is going to hurt.”
“Yeah, probably. A little. So, we’ll go nice and slow. Your job is to hold as still as you can, and mine is to take care of you while I create my design.”
“Design?” she asked on a gulp, but he only winked at her.
“Hands down, Kelly and at your sides. If they get too anxious, I’m gonna order you to store ‘em under your butt. If that doesn’t work, Kelly girl, I’m gonna restrain you. And if you start wailin’ I’m gettin’ out the ball gag. Are we clear?”
Oh, God, he’s serious.
She hated being restrained, and hated that ball gag even more. Unable to stop her tears, she put her hand down and turned her head away. He immediately reached out and stroked her cheek.
“Shh, love. It ain’t gonna be that bad, Kelly girl. I promise. I’ll be as gentle as I can, and I have no problem with stoppin’ every few minutes if you want. Just settle down. I’m right here beside you, and I’ve no intention of torturin’ you. So, hush up, now, relax and lay still. Shhh. That’s my girl. Relax…. Breath in. Breath out. Good. You just keep concentratin’ on breathin’ and relaxin’ and I’ll take care of the rest. All right?”
Kelly nodded, then yelped and jerked at the first hair he pulled. He placed a warm hand on her stomach “Easy there. Now, that wasn’t so bad. Was it?”
Pursing her lips, Kelly wanted to show him exactly how ‘bad’ it was, but she knew she had earned this punishment and more with her shower activity, so she closed her eyes and did her best to relax. The first few were the worst, but she was used to managing pain. Most pain that was. And Jim was as gentle as possible as he worked, taking care to stop whenever he heard a change in her breathing. However, no matter how much she begged, he refused to let her see what he was doing until he was done, and even went so far as to cover the mirrors in the bathroom when she had to stop to pee.
About two hours after he’d started, he declared all the plucking done. Kelly, who’d been concentrating on her breathing throughout, took a final breath out while Jim rubbed some cream on her now throbbing upper pubic area.
Casting her a devilish grin, he said, “I think I’m ready for the unveilin’. You wanna to take a look?”
At Kelly’s eager nod, Jim handed her a small mirror. Angling it just right, Kelly saw that Jim had plucked an easily read, though upside down from her vantage point, “J + K” in her pubic hair. She knew it was silly and childish, but the thought he was willing to mark her with their initials started to make her tear up again.
“Hey there, Kelly girl. It’s nothin’ to cry about. It’ll grow back.”
She gazed at him through her tears. “No, it’s not that. I love it, and I even hope we can continue to maintain it. Maybe with a monthly pluck?” she asked a little hesitantly.
Jim’s brow creased into a frown for second, then he gave his shoulders an unconcerned shrug. “Sure. We can try that if you want, but…”
“Would you do me a favor, Sir?” she inquired tentatively, interrupting him.
He gave her a big, warm smile. “Certainly doesn’t hurt to ask, darlin’. What would you like me to do?”
“Would you trim or pluck the surrounding hair so it looks like our initials have been placed in the shape of a heart?” she asked shyly.
He appeared surprised by her request, but gave a nod. “Sure. I can do that. But I think you’ve had enough plucking for one day, so how ‘bout if I use an electric razor for your trim?” Knowing her eyes were still wet with tears, she nodded eagerly.
* * * *
With a nod, Jim rose from the bed to fetch his razor. He was pretty proud of his creation. It looked real cute on her. But her request made him think he may have made a mistake. What he considered to be a sort of boyhood prank, like carving a girl’s initials into a tree, she’d taken as a sign of love and affection. Perhaps even ownership.
Still, he shaved the surrounding hair into a heart like she wanted, except the way she kept hopping out of bed and shifting her hips to gaze at his artwork in the full-length mirror, clued him pretty quickly that he should have thought through this initial bit more carefully.
Having enough sense to realize it wouldn’t ease their situation any for him to correct her mistaken impression, he kept silent. But a part of him began to think he was digging himself a deeper and deeper hole.
However, the trouble really began when Jim suggested Kelly put on some clothes. She’d been naked all weekend long, and no longer seemed to mind his restriction. She was so comfortable in her nude state that she gaped at him with a surprised expression when he suggested she might want to get dressed.
“Why?”
“Well, I don’t think you want me takin’ you home like that, do you, darlin’?”
Her eyes widened for a moment, then her expression shuttered down and she nodded. “Yes, of course. I’ll go get my things,” she said, starting to walk away.
Nope, he couldn’t allow that. If she was feeling hurt and needed reassuring about his decision, she needed to be truthful about her emotions. The D/s relationship had enough pitfalls without the participants pretending not to be affected by things that tore them apart inside. So, before she could step out of reach, he grasped her arm and drew her close.
“Now, you know better than that, darlin’. We’re gonna be honest with each other, right?”
She nodded against his chest, and though she didn’t make any sound her slender shoulders shook and the front of his shirt was starting to get damp, so he hugged and rocked her.
“I’m not tryin’ to push’ you away, Kelly girl. Honest. But tomorrow’s back to work and reality, and I’m a real early riser, doll. Up and at ‘em at six a.m. You don’t need to get up that early, do you?” She kept her head bent and gave it a negative shake. Not an appropriate answer, but he wasn’t about to call her on it now when she was so insecure. “No, didn’t think so. So, you’ll be able to sleep in as long as you normally do if you’re back in your own bed without me crowdin’ you.”
“You don’t crowd me,” she insisted softly.
“No? Well, I bet I snore. Right?”
“No. At least not enough to disturb me,” she informed him in an even meeker voice.
Hell.
“Well, darlin’, you didn’t pack for more than a weekend stay. Did ya?”
She shook her head again.
“Did you bring any work clothes with you?”
She let out a soft sigh, this time. “No. You’re right. I should be going home now. I’m sorry.”
“Kelly, I’m real tempted to turn you over my knee again, right now.”
She blinked and glanced up at him with a worried frown. “Why?”
“Because you aren’t bein’ honest with me, doll. Don’t you think I can tell when you’re pretendin’?”
She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it again. “I didn’t mean to cry all over you like that. You probably think I’m totally missing a backbone.”
He ran his hands along her spine. “Nope. I happen to like your backbone just fine, sugar. Look, Kelly, I realize this weekend was intense, and as a result we’ve grown real close and attached to each other. That’s normal even for vanilla couples. I don’t like the thought of lettin’ you go, but before we think of movin’ in together, we need to make sure we both understand what livin’ under the same roof will mean, and be willin’ to make that sort of commitment.”