"I want to see you shaved." he told me on the phone.
"I tried shaving once, it was a disaster Sir, My tummy just gets in the way." I told him as I laid on the bed with the phone to my ear.
"I don't want you to shave yourself, I want to shave you, I want you to trust me enough to let me do that to you." his voice sent shivers of desire through me.
We had only known each other a short time, but I knew I trusted him more than anyone I had ever met, I trusted him enough to submit in a way I had only played at before, enough to want to be his pet, his toy, his sub.
"How would you do it? How would you shave me?" I asked breathlessly as my hand began to wander down my belly to touch my trimmed pussy hair. I asked him to let me touch myself, to let me play with myself as he described the steps involved. When he gave me permission I slid my fingers against my wet clit as I listened to him tell me in detail how he would shave my pussy bald the next time we met.
His precise description did as much to arouse me as any phone sex I had ever had, I squirmed as my cunt got wetter and wetter and as he described how much he would enjoy shaving me I came silently so as not to interrupt him, biting my lip to keep my moans quite.
The next day I showed up exactly when he told me to and we spent the evening watching television and movies, the entire time I was getting wetter and wetter thinking about him shaving me. Finally the movie, which seemed to last forever, drew to a close and I got up my courage to ask him if it was time yet.
He told me to go into the bathroom and take a quick shower and he would get everything ready. I washed between my legs, feeling how slick and wet I already was then sat on the edge of the tub drying myself as he arranged a folded blanket on the floor and offered me a pillow. I lay out on the bathroom floor the way he told me to with my ass on the edge of the blanket and a towel under my bottom.
I lay there naked, exposed and unsure, as he went to get the camera and took before pictures of my pussy. My breasts kept pushing up against my chin so I grabbed them and held them in place as he gathered up the supplies he had told me he would need.
A bucket of hot water was laid at my feet and he brought a can of old fashion shave cream and a new three bladed razor and sat between my legs. All I could see was his head over my belly and tits as I bent my knees and exposed myself to him. I gasped as he poured a bit of the hot water from the bucket onto my pussy. I could feel the cool shaving cream on my mons and his hand gently smoothing it onto my skin and adding a little to my right leg.
He paused to take pictures of me with the shaving cream covering my pussy mound and then told me to relax and not to squirm when I giggled at the feel of the cream. At first I could barely feel the razor sliding over my skin as it wiped away the hair on the outside of my mound. It flowed over my skin taking off the cream and the hair with ease.
