Stern Manor: Perfect Male Slaves - Excerpt

"Please mistress open your legs slightly and...er...do you have a small pair of scissors, I need to trim the curls before I shave them."

"Over there in the dressing table drawer, the one on the left." She pointed to the white and gold Regency dressing table.

He returned with a small pair of scissors and knelt between her open legs. Very skilfully and carefully he trimmed the curls close to her delicate skin, then dipped his hand into the hot water and rubbed a little over her hairy pubic mound. The touch of his hand excited her, she could feel herself tingling, but she kept control of herself, not wishing him to see how excited she was becoming at his touch. He squeezed a little of the foam onto his wet hand and applied it to her mons veneris and with careful circular movements created a lather. Dipping the razor into the hot water he proceeded to shave her with gentle downward strokes, over her sex mound and down to her labia.

She had never shaved herself completely, even when she had done some part-time modelling of swimsuits a few years ago, only her bikini lines. It was an exquisite torture, her skin seemed to have a million nerve endings, all demanding attention as the sharp razor glided over her pale skin, leaving baby-like nakedness in its wake. The cool air seemed to press against her overheated flesh, causing further sensations. She gasped as she felt a strong pulse of excitement, her sex still tender from the night before. She felt her clit spasm sharply and begin to swell with each stroke, fed by the sensations he was generating in her vagina. The lather was soft and sensuous and felt good against her bare skin. He carefully pulled her delicate labia this way and that, trying to shave every tiny little hair. Each movement produced a pang of pleasure.

Trying to ignore the delicious sensations and the temptation to run her fingers through Max's thick blond hair as he bent over her and she tried to think of what she was going to do with him afterwards. Meantime she just closed her eyes and layback enjoying his gentle touch. When he had finished, he rinsed the lather away with cotton pads and dried her tenderly with the towel she was sitting upon.

"Perhaps, mistress you would like to feel yourself," he commented. "Is it to your liking?"

She ran a hand over her pubis and between her legs, she felt silky and smooth. She knew that Sandra would be pleased that she had taken her advice. It would also be a nice surprise for her mistress the next time they performed together.

"Excellent, Max. I think a little moisturiser now."

He applied the moisturiser carefully, so as not to get any inside of her shaven lips that might sting her. Once more she gasped. She could remember how unresponsive her sex used to be; now it needed only the slightest excuse to explode with sensation. The moisturiser left her skin looking shiny and so soft.

Max picked up the toiletries and returned them to the bathroom. She could hear him wash his hands and called to him to hurry up.

He returned quickly, picked up his garments from the floor and placed them on a nearby chair before sitting at her feet again.

"All right, you have done your job, now, you may go," she ordered. He gazed at her bare feet for a few seconds, longing to touch them. "Are you sure Mistress, I'll do anything you say. But please don't send me away yet," he pleaded.

Suddenly Fiona felt a different sort of excitement in response to his plea. After all, wasn't this what she wanted from him? He was a submissive, a slave, dedicated to obedience, dedicated to her. To obey her whenever she wanted.

"You have no idea what I want from a man," she said in the same imperious tone she had tested out the night before on Dimitri.

"I can learn, mistress, if you'll let me," he pleaded anxiously, wishing to please her and gave her a big smile.

She stood up and wrapped the silken garment around her slender body. "Right, Max, pleasure me," she ordered, enjoying her power over him... "Show me what you can do, then maybe I'll let you stay," she said as she walked backwards and forwards in front of him.

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