Inspired by a writing prompt by a deleted account but I’ll link it anyway:
WP A4A BDSM/Bladeplay – A Close Shave! from DirtyWritingPrompts
I love a shaved undercarriage. That soft skin so smooth and bare and supple, it’s inviting and delicate and just wonderful on the tongue and lips. My partner, though, he’s never shaved. He said he did some grooming years ago, but prefers a “manly bush.” I’ve never outright nagged him about it, but I make it a point to bring his attention to my own bare pussy at least once a week, usually when it’s at its softest. He loves to lick and kiss it, says he enjoys how bare my lips are, but still never touches a hair of his own.
A few months ago we started dipping our toes into the BDSM lifestyle. He’s usually a dom, as I’m naturally submissive, but every so often we switch, just to try things out. Last week, he told me I could be his dom for a while and do whatever I wanted to him. Anything! I jokingly proposed taking care of his unruly bush, and to my surprise, he aquiesced. So yesterday, I got to it.
We both got undressed, I laid him back on the bed, and secured a wrist in one of the leather bands we leave hanging from the headboard (That’s my favorite position, usually myself in them!). I kissed him for a while, slow and lazy, because I had only had him like this a few times before and wanted to draw it out. As I secured his other wrist, he cleared his throat and asked in a voice of mixed nervousness and eagerness, “Are you uh, gonna blindfold me, too?” I hummed, pretendinng to think. I had already decided to try it, and ditch the idea if he was too against it. But since he brought it up himself, I just smiled as I pulled the cloth from the nightstand. “Of course,” I said. “You’ll have to see the result in full, afterward. I get to do whatever I want, remember?”
“Just a trim, though, right?”
All I did was laugh and kiss him again while I tied the blindfold. “You’ll see.”
I left him in bed while I ran warm water and grabbed some equipment: a cloth, small scissors, shaving cream, tweezers, and a razor- with a fresh cartridge. I came back to the bedroom without him noticing (I’m a naturally quiet walker), and stood still, watching and biting my lip against the sounds that threatened to escape me.
He was prone on the bed, naked, arms above him, and was writhing with the tiniest movements of his hips, a half-hard cock peeking out from a nest of pubic hair. His cheeks were just a slight hue of pink, and his mouth was open, letting out the quietest panting breaths. It was so hot to see him enjoying bondage for was what probably only the first time, since the first few nights, he was too nervous to let himself give in completely. It seemed that while I was gone, he had relaxed just enough to start getting turned on.
I stepped heavily into the room, getting his attention. He froze and closed his mouth. I set my equipment on the nightstand. “What are you doing? I can’t have you hard for this, it could be…” I leaned in close to whisper into his ear while one hand kneaded his upper thigh, “…dangerous.”
He let out a ragged breath and licked his lips. Before he could say anything, I kissed him and assured him I was just kidding. “But seriously, try not to move once I start.”
“Okay, but it shouldn’t take long, right?”
“Depends,” I smiled. I could get to enjoy stringing him along like this. “Just behave yourself. Here we go.”
I picked up the scissors first. I bunched a handful of hair together, pulled gently, and glaced at his face. I could tell by the wrinkles around the blindfold that he had squeezed his eyes shut. I decided to be naughty. I tugged the hair gently again, and set the open scissors in place, about a quarter inch from his skin. Then I snapped the blades closed, a thrill going through me at the harsh snip they made.
All the air escaped him in one sharp breath, his chest collapsing. I paused, wondering if I had gone too far. Then he moaned. It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and found myself clenching my own muscles in desire. I repeated the actions, trimming all around the base of his cock. In the silence, I could hear his breathing getting faster and his moans getting louder with each snip of the scissors. I was sure he must be able to hear my heart racing.
I placed the scissors on the nightstand, then let my fingers travel around the stubble I had left. “How’s that feel, baby?”
All I got in response was a slow groan. I trailed my fingertips up his shaft, feeling his half-hard dick twitching in front of me.
“Next step.”
“What? It was just a trim, I thought?”
“Shhh… You’ll see it later. Just let me work.”
He frowned slightly, but gave me no further protest until the sound of shaving cream shooting from the can sounded out loud in the silence.
“What’s that?” It seemed to escape him, and he sealed his lips closed forcefully. I guess from his position, the sound had lost all familiarity.
“Shhh.” I soothed, and began spreading the cream with one hand while the other stroked his cheek. He relaxed at the familiar feel of the foam on his skin and I trailed a few kisses along his belly.
I wet the head of the razor and knocked it against the side of the bowl to get off the excess drips. He almost jumped under my hand at the sound, but stilled. I made a few soothing noises as I placed the razor against his skin and made the first stroke. He shivered, the movement going through his whole body, eliciting a small groan from both of us. “No moving,” I warned again. He nodded, but I let that movement go, since he was biting his lip too hard for a verbal answer. The second glide of the blade went as smoothly as the first, and soon I had to dip the head in water to clean it. After reapeating this a few more times, I noticed that whenever he heard the noise of the water, he clenched his fists and bucked his hips gently, maybe assuming that I was busy and didn’t notice. I switched the razor to my other hand, and leaned over him. With one fist wrapped around his cock, I squeezed. “For the last time. Don’t. Move.”
I swear, the sound he made at that was a pure whine. He nodded again, and I returned to the shrinking patch of cream. On the next stroke, he must have cleared his throat accidentally or shifted on the bed, and the razor slipped sideways across his skin. He didn’t react for a few moments, not until the cut began its customary delayed sting.
“Fuck, what did you—”
I cut him off. “That’s what happens if you move,” I said gently, transfixed by the slowly growing bead of crimson. I leaned in close and grazed it with the tip of my tongue. I felt my cheeks flush hot at the taste and placed my lips around the wound, sucking firmly. He moaned again and I heard the restraints tug against the creaking headboard. I tongued the wound a moment more, then scraped the last bit of cream from him with a gentle flick. “Almost done.” I submerged the cloth in the now cooled water, wrung it out, and washed a few specks of shaving cream from the base of his cock. At the shock of the cold water, he sucked a breath in through bared teeth.
“You’ve got a few stray hairs here,” I said, moving my thumb and forefinger up and down his shaft, “but those are quick. I’ll hurt for just a second.”
He started to say something, then fell quiet when he felt my hands on him again. I gripped a hair between the tips of the tweezers and pulled quickly. I know how much that hurts, so I didn’t draw it out any more than I needed to. He grunted, and after the second one, he muttered that it wasn’t so bad. A few more, and it was finished. His skin was a little irritated, but I could tell it would be deliciously smooth once it settled down. “You’ve been so good for me, baby,” I praised. “It’s all done. You look amazing. But I have just one more surprise for you. This will help your skin, but trust me, it also feels amazing.”
“God… Mmm… Can I see?”
“Not yet.”
I opened a small plastic bottle from in the nightstand and filled my palm with oil. I rubbed it between my hands, then ran one inward from his thigh and the other down to his balls. I glided right over the skin, and I couldn’t wait to play more with him. I massaged the oil onto him and he stuttered another groan.
“Goddamn, what is that?” His voice came out deep and throaty with lust.
“Baby oil,” I whispered, and worked his shaft with one hand while the other rubbed his balls, back and forth. I couldn’t resist, and slipped the head of his cock between my lips. He rumbled with pleasure, and I swirled my tongue a few times before popping off. I drizzled more oil onto the head and took it firmly in my hand.
“You can move now,” I whispered, and almost immediately he bucked his hips upward while my hand slid up and down his cock. I massaged his hips with one hand, the other working its way from base to tip, until he was writhing beneath me. “Do you like that, baby?” I asked in a smug voice. “See how that feels, so smooth? So soft?”
“God, yes…” He groaned, and strained against the his cuffs. “Please…” I paused my motions, fingers on his shaft and thumb circling his head, slowly, excruciatingly slowly.
“Please what?”
He moaned, bucked again, and finally got the words out. “Please… Please can I cum?”
“Since you asked so nicely…” I resumed my movements, stroking with both hands now. I squeezed as I moved toward the tip, milking him. “Cum, baby. Cum now.”
I sped up, squeezing and twisting my slippery hands all around his hard cock until he spurted, the cum giving me even more lubrication to milk out every last bit of orgasm. Once he finished, he was panting with the effort and sunk back into the bed, exhausted.
“Goddamn…Thank you, baby,” he moaned, and I kissed him deep as I finally removed his blindfold. He looked down at himself, bare and glistening with oil and cum, and laughed.
“Looks good. When can I do yours?”
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