Weeks had passed, with almost every night my Mistress claiming me, training me, using me.
She taught me about true submission, the offering of power and control to another, and how that took time to develop the trust necessary for it to become fulfilling. We discussed so many things, in between the sexual fun! Oh, and about that, the sexual fun, I want to share an account of one of those times...and my reward!
It was about two weeks after our first encounter, when my Mistress sent me a text message:
COME TO MY APARTMENT AT 8, SHAVE ALL HAIR FROM YOUR BODY WITH THE EXCEPTION OF YOUR HEAD
To say I was shocked is an understatement. Yet, I also felt a twinge from my cock. I had already been trained by my Mistress that no reply was needed, just my obedience. So, I went into my bathroom and stripped, and began doing as my Mistress had commanded me. I started by shaving my legs and armpits, a completely new experience for me! I admit, my cock was hard by the time I finished, wondering why a total hair removal was needed.
Shaving my pubic region was easier, as I always kept myself well-groomed, trimmed. Still, shaving my balls completely made me nervous! By the time I was done, I was rock hard, and also perfectly smooth from my neck down to my toes. It had taken longer than I expected, as I realized I also had to shave my chest. That led to shaving my arms. When I was done, I knew I couldn't do much about my back, not with the tools I had at hand. Yet, as I looked in the mirror, the only visible hair on my body was on my head, just as my Mistress had commanded!
By the time I arrived at my Mistress's apartment, I was freshly showered, smooth everywhere I could reach, and incredibly turned on, wondering what the night would hold.
She answered my knock at her door in the usual manner. She was wearing only high heels, a tiny silk thong that clearly left little to the imagination, and a silk bra that seemed to accentuate her firm breasts, barely covering her dark nipples. I knew the drill...as soon as the door opened I was to step in and undress.
The door closed behind me as I finished stripping, then slipping to my knees, spreading my legs wide apart, my cock hard, throbbing, my hands placed on my thighs, palms up. My Mistress had taught me to keep my head high, not looking down, to be proud of who I was, as her personal fucktoy. I gazed up at her, my eyes filled with devotion, hoping for her approval.
"Oh my pet, you missed your back!" She said this as she walked around me, dragging her long nails over my smooth skin. I shivered at her soft touch, my already hard cock growing even harder, if that is possible.
"I know, Mistress, I had no way of shaving my back!"
She smiled sweetly as she stood in front of me, lifting my head slightly, then suddenly pulling my head to her crotch, rubbing my face against the tiny swatch of silk covering her pussy.
"And you're hard already, turned on by something!"
She continued pressing my face against her silk-covered sex, I could smell her pussy, which only added to my own arousal. I trembled as I struggled to keep from reaching for her, my hands gripping my thighs tightly. As suddenly as she began the teasing, she pushed my head away, stepping back, looking into my eyes as she whispered, "To the bathroom, I will finish what I ordered!"
I crawled to the bathroom, opening the door to the large shower, leaning my head against the bench on the corner. I can't see her, but I hear her turning on the water, and I have to stifle a cry as the cold water hits my bare skin. Without warning, one of her hands clamps around my neck, pressing me tight against the bench, while I feel the slick cream hitting my back followed by a razor. She is quick, efficient, and it isn't long before she releases my neck, and rinses me off.
Without a word she walks away, leaving me kneeling in the corner of the shower, dripping, cock still hard, shivering in the cool air. Finally, I hear her calling me from the spare room, which has become my training room, "Don't just kneel there, come here, pet!"
