"Oh, you look so dominant and masculine like that, sweetie. Such a big, powerful commanding man." Deanna's voice dripped with sarcasm, but she was smiling a sweet smile. My wife had always had a pixieish, impish aspect to her, and she had one of those knowing smirks that could treble it. Her face was dominated by a wide, generous mouth that not even her large soft brown eyes or high cheekbones could compete with. That she was a short woman who was too muscular to call petite was a factor that added an edge to her comment as well. Deanna could easily beat me arm wrestling. She was a pocket endomorph whose build was stripped down to bone and muscle. She'd studied martial arts and gymnastics as a child, before ending up in art school studying sculpture. The fact that she'd wound up playing the drums as an adult seemed almost inevitable, even if she hadn't had the wood and metalworking skills from her art school education to more or less build a drum kit from scratch. She had designed and cast some exotic fiberglass toms, but they were a pain to use live so they normally lived in a corner of our living room, and rarely even made it to the rehearsal room. The fact that they were never used didn't mean that Deanna hadn't known how make wooden molds to cast the fiberglass shells, fit the retainers for the heads and construct a frame to hold them both from pipe steel. It was a shame they were nearly half the size of the double bass drum Ludwig kit she used all by themselves, though. They hadn't seen any real use since the lead singer and uber prim-donna of a Nu Metal band we'd been in had decided they'd look better in a video than a proper drum kit. The guy had probably been right, but he was such an asshat that had put Deanna off using them.
"So manly and powerful and strong. Such a big masculine alpha male. So macho. You're such a big masculine man, I'm melting. Looking at a dominant man like you makes me so wet it hurts, sweetie."
My wrists and ankles were buckled into padded leather cuffs, fastened to the corners of the bed. There were smaller cuffs on the other ends of the chains, that were fastened to the tubular steel frame of the headboard and footboard. There was a little play in the chains, but not much. The rubber sheet over the top of the bed felt just as good as the bondage. It was the other touch we'd just added that seemed to be amusing Deanna.
"Nice and smooth," she said, running her fingers down my calf. We'd shaved each other in the shower all over first. It had taken a whole pack of disposable razors to get rid of all of all of the hair on my legs, arms, armpits, chest, abdomen, genitals and butt crack. I had to admit it felt good, and Deanna definitely seemed to like it a lot. "You look much better without all that ugly hair. Does it feel nice to be smooth and sexy?"
"Yes, Deanna," I said. "It does." It was something she'd been after me doing for a long time. I just hoped that we'd be playing for longer than shaving me had taken. We normally applied the goth club rule, that you stayed for at least twice as long as you spent getting ready and dressing up, to sex play. I was hoping for a long session.
"Don't these feel better without hair?" Deanna tweaked my nipples gently with her fingers, then bent down and bit the right one, nipping hard with her teeth. "Just think, we can use the clamps and they won't slide off now." She bit my left nipple, a bit harder than the right.
"This looks much better as well," Deanna said, stroking my cock. "It looks a bigger with all that hair gone. I wonder if it tastes better as well?"
Deanna turned. Her ass was practically in my face as she licked and then sucked my cock. It responded quickly, stiffening in her mouth. Deanna stopped sucking, giggled and kissed it. "Yummy," she said. "I don't think I'll suck it again unless you keep it nice and smooth like this." That wasn't unreasonable. I didn't go down on her unless she was shaved. "It looks so much better like this that I'm not sure I even want it in me if it isn't shaved. It looks better, doesn't it? And it feels better."
"Yes, Deanna," I said. Agreeing with whoever was on top was part of the ritual we'd built up over the time we'd been together. Normally that was whoever wasn't in bondage but we had spent one session with Deanna strapped down and ordering me about, having me lick her feet and suck her toes, perform cunnilingus and finally rim her and then give her a full tongue bath while she was in bondage. We'd both enjoyed that a lot.
"This really is a good look for you, sweetie," Deanna said. "Less masculine, but I like that and you've always been a pretty boy so I think going girly will suit you. Now those legs are shaved we are going to get them into stockings, aren't we? It would be a waste not to. I've always thought that you were maybe protesting a bit too much about not wanting to try cross dressing. You're the only male goth musician on the west coast who wasn't in a production of the Rocky Horror Show in your teens, for heaven's sake. Yes, goth boys always look rubbish in fishnets and a rubber miniskirt, but just think how good you'd look onstage in a leotard and nylons."
I wasn't sure how to answer that. Deanna smiled and kissed me. She picked up her makeup bag off the dresser. "Just one last touch before we go any further, sweetie," she said. "I'm going to give you a mani pedi before we go start playing." I knew better than to object and held still as she took out a bottle of a dark red varnish and painted my nails. "There," Deanna said. "I could do your face as well, but I'm not sharing eyeliner. Maybe we'll get you your own makeup bag if you decide you like being pretty."
Deanna pulled out the toy box from under the bed. "I think you've earned that foot job you've been nagging me about, sweetie," she said. "After all, you deserve a reward for getting rid of all that ugly hair and an incentive to keep your body nice and smooth and sexy like it is now."
"Thank you," I said. Deanna had beautiful feet. Maybe it was something to do with her being a drummer. Working the pedals on her drum kit must keep her tendons in shape. She claimed to have lost a shoe size since she started playing the drums.
"There are going to be conditions though," she said. She held up a pair of clover nipple clamps, smirked and clipped them in place. I gasped as the delicious pinching started. "First of all, and I know you'll enjoy this, afterwards I want you to lick my feet clean. Get all of the lube and your nasty cum off them. That's a reward not a condition, really isn't it?"
"Yes, Deanna," I said.
"This is the one that you might find a bit more worrying. You stay shaved for the rest of the month. I don't want to see any trace of body hair until we're on that tour supporting Cathexis. Maybe not even then, if you take to being smooth like I think you will. Agreed?"
"Yes, Deanna," I said.
"I think you can call me 'Mistress' for the rest of the evening, and maybe tomorrow as well. You'd like that, wouldn't you Spencer? We both know that you much prefer submitting to me than topping me, don't we?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said. As always, calling my wife and lover that sent a delicious thrill down my spine. I was always very careful not to use the M word without invitation. Deanna objected to that. Topping from the bottom made the term meaningless, was her line. I did have to agree that calling her that did a lot more for me than her calling me Master or My Lord did, though.
"So tell me what you've agreed to, bitch," Deanna said, smiling. She put a bottle of lubricant jelly on the rubber sheets between my spread legs.
"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Your obedient bitch has agreed to clean your beautiful feet with its filthy mouth after you've given it the treat its spent months begging for. It has agreed that it isn't allowed to have any body hair for the next twenty two days."
"And that it'll be punished if it does let its grooming hygiene slacken."
"Yes, Mistress. Please punish me if I fail to keep myself shaved and smooth until the end of the month."
"Of course, if that's what you want. One last condition. I want you to beg me to dress you for the band meeting on Monday. I think it's only fair that how sexy you look without all that ugly body hair be shared, don't you?"
