Annamarie
All tied up and trimmed
Let your fertile mind fill in the graphic details.
My wife and I where relaxing after a satisfying session when she surprised me with, "Ya know giving you oral would be more fun if you weren't so hairy down there. The hairs get up my nose and tickle and it seems like I've got mouth full of fur. How about we clean you up?"
"Just how do you propose to do that? I shaved one time and it itched like crazy when it started to grow back."
"How about I give you a trim? I could use the dog clippers. They have those attachments that control to depth of the cutting. We could do it down in the basement? Let's do it tomorrow morning. Just think how big you'd look without the hair hiding some of the parts."
When I woke up the next morning Annamarie was gone from our bed. After my morning business and a shower I found her in the kitchen drinking her coffee. "Ah, my sleepy head has arrived. Have a good night? I think you did. After our love making you were out like a broken bulb. Do you remember agreeing to a haircut this morning?"
When I nodded my head yes she told me, "Good I found the clippers so all we need is a long scarf."
"And what do we need a scarf for?"
"Why to hold you in place of course. We can't have you wiggling around. What if I was to slip and cut you somewhere important?"
"I'll be still, no problem."
"No silly, I insist. I'm not taking any chances on doing damaged to that wonderful cock. That is it, it is settled. You wait here I know just what I want."
A minute later she was back waving a long silky looking scarf. "This will do just fine. Let's go do it."
I demanded my morning coffee and a donut before anything else this morning. Being a little nervous, no I was a lot nervous, I stalled over my breakfast. That woman expected to tie me up before using the trimmers on me. Was I really going to let her do this? Ya, I was, she had informed me that no more suckie - suckie until the brush was trimmed and I really enjoyed oral.
Down the basement we went. After obeying her instructions to strip down she walked over with a short stepladder. She wrapped the scarf around my wrists and knotted it. Out of her pocket she pulled a short piece of rope and climbed the ladder. I begin to protest, realizing what she was planning. She just stood there, half way up the ladder and looked at me, not saying a word, just looking.
I raised my arms and within a moment she had me fastened to a brace between the floor joists. "Now will you be quiet or do I need to gag you also?"
I promised to be silent. She didn't believe me. She pulled a cloth out of another pocket. How many pockets did she have? She waved it around and told me. "It's a pair of panties. The ones I sleep in last night after we fucked. So they might be a little stained but not too much, most of your stuff leaked out on the sheets. And don't you dare spit them out; I'll be so pissed if you do."