Submission without Pain

"Strip." You said it as a command, not a request. It was surprising, coming from you. Through the many times we'd slept together, I hadn't recalled a single verbal command. Sure, you had suggested things that you like, and I was more than happy to indulge them, but this was different. Though you had seen me naked many times before, I began to feel shy and excited about taking off my clothes. I must have made some noise of my surprised feelings, or perhaps just hesitated too long, because you repeated, with elaboration, "Strip, I want to see you remove your clothing." I take a few steps back. You are sitting in a recliner, smiling because you know I'm about to take your order. You are eagerly waiting for me to start.

Slowly, my hand grazes over my collarbone, and then moves up to my throat, feeling my excitement in my pulse. Then I move my hand down to my heart and pause. Incidentally, my heart is also right between my tits, so naturally I brush against them before finally moving down my sides to my hips. I slide my thumb under the bottom of my shirt and move my hand so that it crosses over my body. I move the one side of my shirt up to my waist. This stripping thing is starting to feel really sexy, in a naughty kind of way. I take my other thumb, and start sliding that under my shirt and up my torso as well, and soon my shirt is off, and I am holding it in one hand. I drop it on the floor next to me. You briefly raise your eyebrows, still smiling and waiting for me to continue.

I undo the button of my jeans and unzip my fly, then slowly ease my jeans over my hips. After that, they fall down to my ankles and I feel kind of shy now doing this while you watch me intently. I step out of my pants and move them to the side. Then, I notice that I can see myself in your mirror behind you. I like the way the red lace of my bra and panties look on my curves; the color gives a pale skin a nice creamy appearance. I take a breath and reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. It easily breaks free and I slide the straps down my arms, exposing my breasts. I now realize that I am in one last skimpy piece of clothing, while you are still in powerful looking business clothes, with some buttons undone to show that you are relaxed now. I ask if I should take everything off, though I have a feeling I already know the answer. You nod your head and gesture for me to continue. You are no longer smiling, just looking over the length of my body. I am enjoying this feeling as I take off my panties.

I am still standing there with them at my ankles when you tell me to turn around. I feel kind of confused why you are asking me to do this, but I feel up for whatever it could be. Without thinking, I put my hands on my ass as I do it, and hold it and sort of massage it for a few seconds. A few seconds is all I am given though before you tell me to bend over, from the hips, and spread my butt cheeks while I am at it. I oblige, not feeling embarrassed exactly, but silly, in a way. I hear you get up from your chair, and I turn my head to look at you, but then you order me to look ahead. I can tell that your tone is not playful, you really intend for this to be obeyed. I am sort of shocked at this, but still I obey. You walk over to me, and put your face very close to my ass, inspecting it closely. I gasp as you reach out with a single finger and touch me, sliding it down the middle of my exposed crack. I gasp again when it brushes around my asshole. It feels pretty good, but it is still a surprising move for the first touch.

Your finger moves farther forward, and now you can feel how wet I am. This new attitude from you has me really turned on, my pussy is slick and you can feel it as you touch the entrance. Now that you know I am turned on, you feel more confident ordering me around. You also don't think I'm anywhere near ready to get any kind of release just yet, so you remove your finger quickly and command that I stand up straight. You walk around me in circles a few times, not making eye contact with me but instead eyeing my whole body. I put one arm over my stomach and the other in the middle of my chest, semi-uncomfortable with your new demeanor. When you have walked around to the back of me you spank my ass fairly lightly and tell me to keep my arms at my sides. I am not sure why, but I feel compelled to keep doing whatever you say. When you get back around to my front, you stop. You reach out and pinch one of my nipples. It almost hurts, but feels pleasurably teasing. You continue to gaze at my naked body.

Then you announce, "I am going to need to shave your pussy. Go get some towels and lie down on top of them on the bed. Bring a small one too for me to wipe off my razor with." I smile, not sure what to say, and so I say nothing. This is probably for the best anyway. I don't know if I've told you before that being shaved by a man has been a fantasy of mine. I am not about to tell you this now though, given the current conditions. So, I go to your closet and get the towels. I unfold them until they are just folded in half, and then lie down, with my ass on the middle of the towels. My knees are hanging over the edge of the bed and my legs are closed together. I stretch my arms over my head as I anxiously wait for you to get back from the bathroom.

After a couple of minutes, you get back with a bowl of warm water, a fresh razor and can of shaving cream in hand. You bring your chair over to the edge of the bed and put down your instruments. You roll up the sleeves of your shirt up to your elbows. Then, you put a hand gently on my knee and look in my eyes as you move your hand to the inside of my knee and then slowly up. As you hand moves, I spread my thighs without even thinking about it. This seems to please you and you say, "That a girl." Those words make me feel even more vulnerable and under your control than I already did. I let out a small whimper to express my state. You chuckle, and say, "Now, how about showing me your pretty pussy, hmm?" Somehow, hearing you say that like this is arousing, and so I take both hands and spread my lips, letting you get an up close look at my most intimate parts. You smile approvingly, and then move my hands and place them on opposite sides of the bed, leaving my whole body exposed. You say, "It'll look far prettier after I'm through with it," and with that you spray some shaving cream onto my triangle of hair. I relish the feeling as you spread it over the whole mound and down to my lips, even around my asshole. You then take the triple bladed razor, and hold it up. You say, "Now you're going to have to hold still, or else this will hurt a bit." I nod my acknowledgement and close my eyes as I wait to feel the first stroke.

It comes smooth and slow, as you glide the blade over the top of my mound, straight down the middle until it comes to the point where my lips divide. Then, you rinse the razor in a bowl of warm water to remove the excess shaving cream and hair. You run one finger down the exposed strip, and my skin is sensitive to your touch. Then, you make another stroke, just to the right of the first, doubling the exposed skin. You spread my thighs even more to allow to access to the area right in my groin. I am really enjoying the feeling of the razor over my sensitive skin, the vulnerability and intimacy of trusting you to take care not to cut me. Soon, my entire triangle of hair has been removed, and I can really feel the air on my newly exposed skin.
Now, you slip your fingers in between my lips, and your fingers provide a flat surface for you to shave the flesh there. Here, you make several tiny strokes, and my arousal increases with your fingers resting so close to my clitoris. Each stroke starts at my groin and works its way in, ending with the sensitive area next to my inner folds. You switch sides with each stroke, slowly working your way down. When you reach the area towards my opening, I feel your fingers dip inside me slightly, and I know that you can really feel my wetness there. Still, you are concentrated on the task at hand; focusing on each square millimeter to be sure you have removed all of the hair. I can feel it when you reach the point where the soft flesh of my labia connect with the firmer skin of my ass, and you take care to curve the razor to the indent there. Finally, you raise my knees up towards my shoulders so that the area around my asshole is more exposed as you remove that final stretch of hair. I feel really excited now knowing that I am almost completely bare, and those last few strokes seem agonizingly slow.

When you finish you run a wet, warm towel over me to remove any remaining traces of shaving cream. With my skin uncovered, it is extra sensitive to the feel of the towel. I lift my head up to see what it looks like now, but before I can really see anything, you push me back down with your hand on my forehead, and make yourself clear by saying, "I don't want you to see this just yet, and you're not going to do anything unless I want you to." You leave for a few moments into the bathroom, and I lay there patiently for you to return. You now have a dry towel with which you rub me off, which feels almost embarrassingly infantile, but I say nothing. The way you touch me next is much more adult, as you rub aftershave lotion all over my pussy, massaging it in and playing with my labia as you do so. Then, you lightly place a dry washcloth over my mound and say, "You may sit up now." I sit up eagerly, hoping to see the results of your work, but am disappointed when I realize that the one part of me that I want to see is barely covered. I do notice the bowl of shaving cream and hair, and blush when I see all that you've taken off. You smirk at my bashful obedience, and take the bowl to rinse it out in the sink. I sit anxiously, unsure of what could happen next.

Luckily, you ask me to stand up so that you can get rid of all the towels. When I do, I can see in the mirror my exposed pussy after the washcloth has fallen off. I am really tempted to reach down and touch it, but I don't think that you want me to, so I don't. You soon reach out and immediately find the nub of my clitoris, and start rubbing it rapidly while I'm still standing, eliciting a gasp from me and making my knees go weak. After about 30 seconds, you grasp my neck with your other hand and turn my chin up, forcing me to look you in the eyes. You seductively ask, "Do you want me to eat you out now that your pussy is so wet?" I can tell that you are really enjoying this power over me, and I let you see just how strong that power is by begging, "Oh yes, please, pleeeease please please, I really want to eat me out, lick my pussy, I'm aching for it."

You chuckle, and stop pleasuring my clit. You tell me, "Well, you will have to earn it. For every minute you suck my cock, you will receive half a minute of oral pleasure. You had better suck me long enough for you to come, or else you will be left very frustrated. You also know that I come quickly in your mouth, so you had better drag it out long enough for you to stand a chance. Now, on your knees." I hesitate, still comprehending my situation and feeling frustrated already. You smack my ass roughly, and I immediately respond after that by sinking down to my knees. You quickly take off your shirt, belt, pants, and boxers and leave your cock waiting at my mouth. "The time is exactly 11:24."

I give you one long stroke before I start sucking your balls tenderly, one and then the other, just like I know you like it. You let out a soft, low groan. Then I lick all the way up your shaft, around the head and back down the other side. I kiss every inch of your cock on the way up this time, going in spirals until I am back at the head. I kiss the tip lightly, and then slightly harder. You say, "It is now 11:29 and you have just started the actual cock sucking." This is frustrating to me, and I groan with your cock in my mouth, but continue sucking.

I get my lips over my teeth, careful not to scrape you, and then start slowly thrusting my mouth back and forth over your head. I take in more of you, bit by bit, until I have about half of your cock in my mouth with my hands grasping the lower half. As I retreat back, I lick the underside of your dick, paying extra attention to your frenulum, the sensitive point where the head connects to the shaft in the back. After a few more slow strokes like this, I suck hard and hungrily try to get all of you in my mouth, going slowly, inch by inch. I can feel you hitting my throat and I stifle some gagging, but I can't help but get tears in my eyes when I do this. Still, I try to get more of you in until I feel my lips at the base of your cock. Satisfied that I accomplished my goal, I retreat back quickly until the tip of you is barely in my mouth. I stay there for a moment, suckling your head with alternating light and forceful pressure. Then, I go for it again. It slides in easier now, well lubricated with my saliva, and I can hear you groan and you push my head in further when I reach the middle of your shaft. This makes me gag more as you reach my throat more suddenly than I'd anticipated, but I try not to show it. Still, I like the feeling of having my lips on the base of your cock, it makes me feel as if I am doing this well and I want to please you. You hold me there, deep in my throat, and I hold my breath, waiting for you to release me and let me retreat back again.

After this, taking in half your cock is much easier, and now I start increasing the pace, rubbing my lips up and down your wet shaft, licking all over the part of you that is inside my mouth and stroking with my hands the part that is not. My jaw is starting to hurt from keeping my mouth open for so long, but I am not about to stop now and so I ignore it. You start thrusting your hips into my mouth, showing me that you are getting close. I increase the pace further, rapidly moving my mouth through the full range of motion from having barely the tip of you inside to the as much as I can without gagging. I am cradling your balls gently in one hand and stroking around the base of you with the other. I move my whole body just to move my mouth over you as fast as I can. I keep this up for a few minutes before you groan and I can taste your warm cum in my mouth. It tastes salty and bitter but I swallow it all, wanting to accept you into me and knowing that you appreciate it. I slowly remove your still twitching dick from my mouth, sucking up excess moisture on the way. I give one last light kiss on the tip. I sit patiently as you recover from your orgasm.

You check your watch; it is 11:40. It's been 11 minutes, which means I get five and a half of you licking my waiting and aching pussy. This may or may not be enough, but I desperately want you to make me come. You lay down on the bed, and I am still on my knees. You say, "Crawl to me, sit on my face and let's hope you have given yourself enough time to come." I do as I am told, desperate for the pleasure. I straddle my thighs over your mouth and lean forward to rest on my elbows, leaving my ass high in the air. I anxiously wait for you to start licking me. After a few seconds you lick the crease between my labia and my groin, slowly and all the way along. You kiss the edge of my outer lips, where it's more sensitive. This feels new and exciting since that area has always had hair there before tonight. Then, you spread me wide, and I can feel the air on my inner intimate parts.

You start at the top of my slit, kissing your way down, passing over my clitoris until you get to the opening to my pussy. You stick your tongue inside, and it feels really good after so much anticipation. While you go in and out with your tongue, you are lightly pinching my clit between your thumb and forefinger. I gasp and moan, feeling even more aroused now. Then you lick your way up and start licking over my clit repeatedly and quickly. My legs start shaking, I can feel an orgasm coming soon, and you suck on my clit. However, this doesn't last long before you stop and go back to tonguing my pussy, teasing me further. I whimper, really wanting to come and wondering how long I have before you stop licking me. I whisper, "Please, please suck my clit." You listen, and suck me for a few more seconds, making me moan and spread my knees even more to press my pussy up closer to your face. Again I feel the plateau, where I am close to coming but not there yet. Just then, you stop, leaving me aching and throbbing in disappointment.

Had you not stopped sucking me earlier, I would have come by now, and I am angry at you for leaving me in this state. Without a word, you slide out from under me, leaving me on my knees and elbows on just the bed. You put on a robe and just eye me intently. Then, you grasp my hair and lead me to the dining room, where you instruct me to sit with my hands on the table. You pour us each a glass of dark red wine and invite me to drink it. I am so sexually frustrated now that I want to just splash it in your face, but I accept the glass and drink it quickly, hoping to get back in the bedroom sooner.

You slowly sip yours, idly pinching my nipples, and then you casually tell me to lie on the table. This seems a bit silly, and on any other night I would have either refused or considered it a joke, but tonight I obey. The table is hard and uncomfortable on my back, but I lay there patiently, watching you sip your wine. Then, you say, tiredly, "You may now touch yourself however you like, but if you come, I want you to shout, 'Thank you, master,' and look me in the eye as you do so." This is exactly what I've been wanting to do since you shaved me. Now, it seems almost demeaning, you don't even care to look at me as you continue to sip the wine. However, I have been sexually frustrated and vulnerable all night, I am not about to let this opportunity pass.

Eagerly, I feel my smooth mound for the first time, surprised at my sensitivity to my own touch, even though I've been feeling sensitive all night. Going lower, I can feel the moisture before I even spread my lips, and I know that I must be more aroused than I've been in a long time. After touching the outside of my lips though, I am ready to quickly get to the core of my desire. I really want to come, fast. I circle my clit rapidly with two fingers and use my other hand to explore my exposed smooth mound. Almost immediately, my breathing accelerates, and I can feel my face flush and I lose control of my facial expressions. My pussy is almost burning with the pleasure. My toes are curling, my whole body is tense. I am now breathing in ragged gasps, focusing all my energy on the pleasure. It feels almost as if my head could explode from all the feelings down below.

In less than two minutes, I let all that tension go, and remember to shout, "Thank you, master" and I even scream your name. The phrase should feel foreign on my lips, but right now it feels natural and even liberating. I look and see that I have caught your attention now, and you smile at me and gaze deep into my eyes as I thrash about. On top of the indescribably intense pleasure, I can feel you probing deep into my psyche, seeing that somehow this is exactly what I wanted. I am releasing more than just physical tension in this orgasm, letting myself free to feel things that I never knew I wanted to feel, or even that I could feel. After a good ten seconds of this, I start to come down, my pussy still twitching with aftershocks.
I remember that I am lying naked on your dining room table, still gasping for breath. You bend down and kiss me on the lips, and while we are still kissing you put on arm under my shoulders and the other under my knees, cradling me as you break the kiss and carry me back to the bedroom. I look up at you as you carry me, trusting you to keep me safe in this moment.