Amongst my toys on the table was an antique shaving kit with horsehair shaving brush and a cut-throat razor with an exquisite silver handle. I must confess that I very much approve of the modern trend towards totally bald pussies. There's something about a shaven or waxed slit that appeals to my aesthetic side. From personal experiance I also find that a bald pussy far more convenient, the bare skin allows more sensation to be felt around the area of the vagina. Shaving 's pussy would also ram home the message that she was no longer the mistress of her on body and the touch of cold steel on her most intimate bare skin would thrill me.
First to get into a suitable position for her depilation. Luckily with the money left to me by my father I'd been able to equip my dungeon with a wide range of devices. However for this I decided against any of the purpose made bondage chairs and tables and chose the electric winch fitted on the ceiling. With the leg spreader already in place it was a simple matter to connect two lengths of chain from the winch to the cuffs around 's ankles. pulled away from me as she felt me attaching the chains to her ankle cuffs using ring bolts, but a couple of slaps to her inner thighs and a stern command for her to lie still put a stop to that. I wondered if realised her abductor was a woman yet? Probably not, so far she'd only felt the touch of my hands and feet and my voice is rather husky and it would sound very muffled through the latex hood.
With the chains attached, I stepped over to the control box mounted on the wall. A press of a button started the motorised winch and the slack in the chain was taken up. started as she felt the tug against her ankles and started to twist and turn as her feet raised off the floor. I kept the winch speed on dead slow, drawing out the spectacle and ensuring wasn't physically hurt as she was dragged across the floor and slowly upended. I raised her till her pussy was about level with my chest, this would make working on her pussy easy and it left her hooded head almost three feet clear of the ground and about level with my crotch. was struggling again, her body twisting and turning as she hung there and fought against the constraint of the straitjacket. It was of course completely futile, but amusing to watch. I let her continue to struggle and wear herself whilst I boiled some water to put in the shaving jug.
By the time I'd filled the jug with hot water and used the stiff bristled brush to work up a thick creamy lather had ceased her squirming and dangled ready for my attention. I slowly stripped off the nondescript black clothing I'd worn during the abduction and felt a thrill as I stood nude in my dungeon. My nipples were as hard as bullets and an exploratory finger confirmed that my pussy was hot and wet with excitement. Barefoot and silent I approached , I stood in front of my new pet and gazed at the neat little strip of raven pubes. Her head turned this way and that as she strained to hear any sound I might make. Maybe she could hear the soft noise of me coating the horsehair brush with lather or perhaps she smelt my arousal. I bent my head forward and breathed out on her exposed cunt, my hot breath ruffled the jet black hairs of her neat bush and she let out a muffled moan of protest and wriggled slightly.
I applied the creamy lather liberally, coating her pubes and the area surrounding her beautiful pussy. Though she moaned and her muscles flexed as the hot suds covered her mons she didn't renew her earlier energetic struggling. I harboured no illusion that her resistance was finished, I was certain that was biding her time and conserving her energy to fight me when she saw an opportunity. This pleased me, the knowledge that given the opportunity my new pet would unleash all her anger and fear in a violent attack and very probably thrash me was exciting.
Her mons was well coated now and I went back to my toys, letting the lather soften her pubes while I exchanged the shaving jug and brush for the razor. I pulled out the old fashioned strop attached to the table and shapened the blade in readiness. 's head jerked up as she recognised the sound, though she'd undoubtedly already worked out the reason for me soaping up her pubes it probably came as a shock that she'd be shaved with a naked blade rather than a safety razor. She made unintelligible muffled noises as she no doubt tried to beg or bargain to avoid what was to follow. Satisfied with the sharpness of the cut-throat I approached her trembling with anticipation. |