The warm washcloth was both conditioning the hair on her mound and also arousing her. She could feel her lips slightly part and a tingle tantalize her small clit. As He finished with the lather, He took the clear liquid and covered His palms. He removed the washcloth and rubbed the conditioning oil onto any hair He found. The sensations were strong, approaching the overwhelming. The aromas of the lavender lather along with the coriander oil were intoxicating.
As He let the conditioning oil seep into the wet hairs and open pores, He picked up the leather strop, and the straight razor. She watched, transfixed, as he opened the razor, and slid it along the leather, back and forth, back and forth. The stropping motion was almost hypnotic, as was the sound of the steel lightly scraping against the leather.
He put a towel over His shoulder and knelt between her thighs. She soon felt the warm lavender lather being applied to her. He rubbed the brush in little circles, covering her completely. As the brush circled her cleft, she moaned as the warm soft bristles stimulated her stiff clit. He continued rubbing in the lather. When her hips started to reflexively move against the brush, He said, "I didn't give you permission to enjoy this." She stopped moving and tried not to succumb to the pleasure building within her.
He reached up and plucked a hair from her head. Her eyes were on the blade that was now in His hand. The cutting area was almost three inches long and the hollow grind was bright in the light of the bathroom. But the half millimeter or so at the very edge was positively gleaming. She watched as He dragged the single hair across the edge of the razor, and she sharply inhaled as she saw the unsupported half of the strand of hair fall to the ground, cut by only its own minuscule weight. In her entire life, she had never seen anything so sharp. In fact, many people lived their entire lives never seeing anything so sharp.
He simply said, "Sit still." She really didn't need to be told that. He knelt back between her legs and passed the razor across her mound in a short stroke, removing every hair it touched. There was the sound of the blade scraping the skin, hair and lather. The was the feeling of the steel against her sensitive skin. There was the smell of the oil, the lather, and her own juices, all mixed together. And there was the sight of the blade in His hand, first crossing her skin, and then being wiped on the towel. The shaving cream and hairs were wiped clean, and the gleaming edge returned.
Stroke after stroke followed. She dared not move given the sharpness of the razor. The sensations were overwhelming. He never had this much control. She never had submitted to this degree. As He continued, He used his fingers to stretch her skin so it could be shaved. And as much as she tried to ignore His touch, it was far too arousing and her efforts were futile. She was breathing faster. Her heart was racing. There was danger, exhilaration, and pleasure as all of her senses were assaulted and overwhelmed at once.
When He finished, He removed the remaining lather with the warm washcloth, and dried her with the fluffy towel. Then He opened the other bottle, and she saw him put lotion on His hands. She felt Him rubbing the cool lotion onto her most sensitive skin made even the more sensitive from the shaving. As she felt the cool lotion, her pleasure was unstoppable.
She cried out, "Sir! I can't stop it...I can't..."
He looked into her eyes and said, "it's ok, go ahead." With that, her eyes closed, her head went back, and she cried out in orgasmic pleasure. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. When her mind returned to her body there in the bedroom, He was there, holding her. When she opened her eyes, He said, "Go. Wait for Me."
She silently rose, and went to her place. As she knelt, waiting, she let her fingertips touch the skin around her now hairless cunt. She was awed at the smoothness. No newborn babe's butt could ever have been this smooth. She knew she was not allowed to touch herself while she was waiting, but she couldn't help exploring the new sensation. She quickly removed her hand as she heard the door open. Her eyes were down, but in her peripheral vision she could see the riding crop in His hand again. She thought about how that would feel against her freshly shaven skin, and she closed her eyes. In her mind, all she could see at that moment was the gleaming edge of the razor. And all she could feel was unbridled anticipation of the night to come.
