It was evening, a hot sweaty summer night in July. She was nervous, scared but inspired. She would finally speak the things that she dared not speak before. A desire to submit, a desire to be owned and taken over, it scared her to death, she always had been dominate. She needed the control to feel safe, she needed the security of being on top in every situation. She was sick of the struggle, the constant fear of being controlled, of being dominated. She had come to the conclusion that the only way to finally enjoy her life was to be dominated, for her to be the submissive, for her to take things as they came. Her need to dominate had only come from her fear of submitting.
She entered her bedroom, small and sparsely furnished. Her husband lay on the bed sprawled across the coverlet, feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. His large frame nearly covering the entire top of the bed. She walked closer, her small body femininely outfitted in a tight black silk nightgown.
"I need to talk to you, and it's not easy, what I am about to say so please don't make fun, I'm serious." She looked into her husband's eyes. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and gazed back into her eyes.
"I need...I need you to dominate me, and not some silly horse play but really dominate me. You have to push me, I need to be pushed, you know like you were talking about before, remember when I wouldn't even let you hand cuff me, well like that but much more." She gulped as she blurted everything out. He smiled at her slyly.
"I knew that you'd come around, I could tell you were not this big old Dominatrix, like you love to pretend you are. Inside you have been longing to be dominated. I knew it was just a mater of time. Tomorrow morning I will visit the adult store down town, after that time you will be mine, you have no choice now." He remained calm and clear, yet loving and caring all the while. She suddenly felt panicked, what had she gotten herself into, why had she even said anything. She knew that he loved her and would never do anything to hurt her, she just was not sure she was really ready.
"Umm, well maybe we had better not go that far, I mean...I just..." She stopped as her husband got up off the bed.
"No, you can't back out now, it will happen weather you like it or not, you've opened the box, don't you want to see what is inside?" He stepped very close to her, his hulking body an inch away. She could smell his clean after-shave, masculine and fresh. The scent was strong but entirely pleasant, she loved him and she knew him finally being able to take the "mans" roll in their relationship would please him so very much. She gulped back her fear.
"Ok, do what you think is right, I trust you and I know you love me. Hey, anyway it's Friday night and you have tomorrow off, so we can talk more and figure things out." Little did she know, he already had everything figured out, he had been waiting for this day for two years. He had it all planned out, he'd had it planned for years, biding his time until it was right.
"Yes, so you can relax and we will watch some TV until you fall asleep." He took her hand and led her over to the bed. He helped her get comfortable and reclined next to her.
Jay Leno was doing his classic shtick and canned laughter filled the room. Soon she tired and drifted off to sleep.
"Wake up, it's ten o'clock, you need to get up and have a shower." Her husband's face loomed over her as she slowly woke up.
"Wha...what time is it?" She asked groggily.
"It's ten o'clock and it's time for you to get up and have a shower, we have things to do." He pulled back the blanket, sheets, and tossed them across onto the other side of the bed.
"But it's Saturday morning, can't I sleep in?" She frowned.
"No, you will get up right this minute and have a shower! In addition, you will shave, I have gotten new razors, and if you need help shaving I would be more then obliged to assist you. Oh, and the next time you question my requests, you will receive an unpleasant surprise, consider this your one and only warning" His tone was sharp and clear.
"What's gotten into you, your not usually this mean to me, what did I do?" She was concerned, her husbands eyes were wild his hair neatly kept and he was impeccably dressed. It was Saturday morning what the hell was he up to anyway?
His large hands reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her out of bed. She landed on her feat, fear creeping over her face. It flashed back to her, her little conversation, had it already started, was she being dominated. Before she could finish thinking a stinging slap landed across her buttocks. She jumped in surprise and squeaked out a little moan.
"I told you not to question me, never question anything I say or do from this point on. If you speak without my permission, I will beat your ass until it is shiny red. Any time I ask you a question you will respond with yes Master or no Master, nothing more or less, unless I ask you too. Now, you will go into the bathroom, shower and shave. If you do not shave well I will shave you, any questions?" His eyes were fierce and full of lusty fire.
"No Master." She said to her chagrin.
"Good girl, you are learning fast, now go and shower, I will have breakfast ready when you are done, but you may not eat until I have inspected you and you meat my approval. Take your time shaving, I will wait." He turned his back and walked out of the small bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
She stood stunned for a moment, not quite sure what was happening. She trusted him, but she was not sure it was still "him". One thing was for sure she did not want to be slapped again, her ass was still sore and the sound of the smack still echoed in her ears.
She shook herself and wandered into the bathroom. There, soap, a brand new razor, shaving cream and new shampoo were laid out on the sink counter. A fluffy white towel was neatly folded next to the bath items and a small round mirror lay on top. She picked up each item and examined it, lavender bath soap, lavender shaving cream, lavender shampoo and a triple bladed razor. She frowned, she knew her husband had given this a lot of thought, it scared her more then a little.
She turned on the hot water, the hotter the better she had always loved a scalding hot shower or bath. She brought over the bath items and lined them up on the self of the bath tub. She let her silk nightgown fall to the floor and stepped into the hot water. The steam from the shower surrounded her, the warmth of the water relaxed her nerves and tense muscles. She opened the new shampoo and squeezed some out into her palm. It was lightly purple colored and smelled wonderful, she massaged it into her hair in a mound of sudsy bubbles. Next she washed her entire body with the fragrant soap, taking care to wash well, she scrubbed her under arms, breasts, stomach, pubic mound and all the way down her legs to her petite feet.
The shower was relaxing, her senses cleared and focused, she stood under the water watching as the bubbles ran down her slim body and sucked down the drain. She then opened the new razor, and placed in neatly on the shelf. Next she squirted out a puff of shaving cream and rubbed it up her leg, making a fluffy white coating of soap.
She took the razor and shaved carefully, taking care to avoid cuts or razor rash. She rinsed her legs and felt them, smooth and soft. She squirted out more shaving cream and dabbed it under her arms and shaved until both armpits were smooth. Next her bikini area, a large puff of shaving cream this time, smoothed over her dark bush. She shaved slowly creating a neat patch of hair and completely shaved the lips of her sex. She often found that just shaving down the lines of her legs left irritation, better to leave just a patch of hair at the front and none in the back. She rinsed completely and shut off the water.
She stepped out of the shower to find her husband waiting there. Standing with his hands on his hips he looked her up and down.
"Hmmm, not bad, but I was hoping for a little less hair. I do not want a safari woman as my slave. You will fix that right now, get back in there and take off all the hair. He said in a serious tone.
"Yes Master." She said flatly. She had worked hard to shave just right, but she didn't like feeling like a child with no bush covering her sex. She hesitated.
"I told you, no hesitation, no questions, now I will shave you." He took her hand, turned her around, and pushed her into the tub again. He turned on the water and grabbed the razor.
