A Sensual Shave
After stripping him of his clothes, slowly and one piece at a time, I sit him on a bare wooden chair. The unforgiving hardness of the seat reminding him of who is in charge. Goosebumps form on his arms and legs as his ass contacts the cold wooden seat, the shiver running through his body making me smile. Oh my, how the tables have turned.
Taking my time, I wrap a piece of rope around and tie each ankle to the legs of the chair. I run my tongue from his knee to his groin, watching as his manhood jumps at my proximity. Pushing his legs apart, I expose his testes, giving them a squeeze as I lick away the precum that has formed at his tip. His eyes are shut tight, his body held rigid as he struggles to relinquish control.
Standing, I walk sensually behind him, my hips swaying with every step. I let my fingers glide over his skin, feeling each bump as my hands pass over, how they grow with the teasing of my touch. A low moan escapes him, his eyes rolling to expose the whites before he opens them again, their brightness telling me I have his attention, the hooded lids confirming his lust.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I let them slide down his arms and briskly pull them behind him, securing them with a final length of rope. I take a deep breath, allowing myself to relish the feel of him at my disposal, something unique to this form of service. Unique to our dynamic. I feel empowered in my service to him.
Once again, standing at his front, I slowly remove my own clothing. Taking my time I peel each piece seductively from my limbs, dropping hem on the floor. Turning, I slowly push each stocking down my legs, pushing my behind seductively into his face. A low growl fills the silence of the room.
Standing nude before him, I slide my hands up my body, showing him the form he’s come to admire. I pull on and pinch each nipple, the attention coaxing them to stand at attention. His eyes wander there, his tongue coming out to moisten his bottom lip. My core tingles at the thought of what that tongue can do.
Straddling his lap, my bare flesh is put on display, the tip of his half-erect cock nudges my entrance. I shimmy back, not allowing him the contact he so desires. He growls, displaying his pearly whites, admitting his defeat. Smiling at him, I grab the bowl of foam and layer his face with the shaving brush.
I take my time to cover each section, gently gliding the brush over his angles and ridges. Once he’s thoroughly covered, I open the straight razor, placing a towel over his shoulder. His eyes widen at the sight of the blade, but before I can catch the glance, it’s gone. He’s nervous, and his feeling of discomfort emboldens me. Although I’m unsure why.
I take my time removing the hair from his face, listening as the razor cuts through each strand, the audible rasp as the hair is minimized filling the room. I concentrate on each strip, pulling his skin taught in the tough to reach areas. Once his face is cleared from the stubble, I take a clean towel and wipe the excess foam away. Kissing him lightly on the lips, I move onto his neck and throat.
His body tenses once more as the razor slides across his carotid artery. He knows that with just one slip, his life could be snuffed out, but the trust in his eyes urges me on, encourages me to finish my act of service. I take my time, enjoying the slight tremor that has started in his body, the only indication that he is losing control.
Massaging an aftershave lotion into his moist skin, I relish the sounds of his enjoyment as I pamper him with light touches. My firm movements cause his eyes to flutter shut and I feel his cock begin to grow against my thigh. Once more, I move out of his demanding members’ reach, not allowing him to get the pressure he so needs. A low chuckle escapes me before I think better of it, his look of outrage pushing me on. I know I’m pushing my luck, but that’s half the fun.
When the lotion is fully absorbed, I remove myself from his lap and kneel between his open thighs. I rub my face against his straining manhood, letting my tongue peek out to lick the precum from his tip. His hard shaft follows my lips, seeking to enter my mouth. At his hoarse groan, I give in to the temptation and take him to the back of my throat, swallowing around him.
He allows me to continue at a leisurely pace, being bound leaving him to my mercy. As his hips attempt to thrust to meet the back of my throat, the ropes keeping him firmly in place, and he groans again. I smile around him, knowing he won’t last much longer.
Settling into a paced rhythm, I hold him at the edge of release, bringing him to the brink, over and over. While his length is buried in the heat of my mouth, I pull first the legs ties, one by one, then the final strand securing his arms.
At the moment of freedom, he explodes out of the chair, lifting me from the floor as he does. A cry of surprise rushes from my lips as he throws me unceremoniously onto the bed.
“Open your legs, you little cock tease, I’m taking what’s mine,” he growls, before climbing on top and plunging deep inside me.
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