Some of mine I could keep this up for a long time

[Sir_Russell]

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My slaves all have smoothness there, hair both catches in my teeth and makes the placement of clothes pins more difficult.

Here is a a small piece of my history on the subject.

Breakfast was about over when she told me that she knew that I took no shit, her words I swear, from anyone, that I always seemed to know what I wanted and took what I needed. She then told me that Lisa had told her to be careful and not to give me a chance to take control. She laughed, took my hand and said that last night seem ”real” to her that not being in control felt strangely comfortable to her. I reminded her not to talk about that bitch, but I did it with a smile.

As we strolled down the street with arms around each other’s waists, I told her that she seems to be a natural sub and if that were true, her acceptance of who she was would bring her great joy. I asked her if she knew how telling her statement of comfortability was? She was unsure so I explained that most true subs feel freer when allowing another person to have control. That doing things that were taboo and finding it exciting was another sign of submissiveness. She asked if I enjoyed doing “bad things”, I answered that I never do bad things or things that I personally hold taboo.

“Master, all of last night was social taboo.” I explained that true Doms do not except
what society says is bad or wrong, and that I personally never do anything that violates my personal morals. She responded by saying that since I have none how could I violate them. I am sure she thought that humorous but I took offense. I told her in no uncertain terms that I am the most moral person she knows, I don’t steal, lie or cheat, I live up to my promises and commitments. Most people let others tell them what is right and wrong so they have no morals, no code of ethics only someone else’s concept of them.

By the time I calmed down I was at least five feet from her, still have that bad habit even today, and she looked concerned maybe a little scared. She said in a small voice, “I am sorry…don’t be mad at me…Master please I was just kidding.” I told her that she would be disciplined later at a time of my choosing. “Yes Master,” was her reply as she stepped to me and wrapped her arms around me. We walked on in silence till we came to Fredrick’s of Hollywood.

I pulled her into the store. There a girl clerk who was probably less then 20 years old asked if she could help us. I told her that I wanted to see black or red bras that did not cover up the nipple and corsets of the same design, hose and garter belts, and maybe some silk and lace lingerie. We spent two hours in the shop with me selecting and Trish trying on and modeling. The clerk was happy, counting commission, and I was out a good deal of money by the time we left the shop.

Outside the store Trish stood on tip toe and whispered into my ear, “Master take me back to the suite so I can wear one of the pretty outfits for you and make love to you.” “Pet, when you can ask out loud and if I feel like it we will.” Punishment does not have to be physical as she was learning. We walked on holding hands.

“Pet are you ready for you next challenge?” She nodded yes. “I do not want you to have any pubic hair. Now you could shave it but I want you to have it waxed.” She looked stunned so I started walking quickly, pulling her along with me. We entered a higher end salon. I informed Trish that she had to arrange for the waxing herself and I wanted it done now. She actually gulped. I shoved her toward the desk. She asked for a full bikini wax, the girl at the desk said she could make an appointment. Trish looked at me I smiled and shook my head. I could see her steel herself and then she coped out by saying she would pay extra for the treatment now. I am never surprised at the response extra money brings out in people. Trish disappeared down a hall with a tech that seemed to be somewhat angry. I suppose that in this task a little hostility could help, the tech like most people probably doesn’t like to cause anyone pain.

After Trish was out of sight I went to the desk and told the girl that I wanted to surprise my love with a facial, manicure, pedicure, a shampoo and set toped off by their best makeup artist doing her face up for big night on the town. Once again they were too busy. I told her I would play double for each treatment and if they refused I would tell my friend the resort manager, a person I really knew by name only, and the concierge how disappointed I was at their recommending this salon. I was fairly loud at this point so the manager came out and in no time at all she was agreeing to give Trish the royal treatment. I promised the manager an extra $50 if Trish was happy with them and that she was told how important it was to me that she be made very happy. Please remember this was more than 25 years ago when $50 was worth more than $200 today.) I also warned her that under no circumstances was the hair on her head be cut or trimmed. I left the shop after being told to pick up Trish in three and a half hours.

I went across the street to a small restaurant where its manager and I came to an arrangement for food to be sent over to the salon for its staff and my lovely Trish. He agreed to send over a waitress to properly serve them in my name.

I was sure that Trish was in for the best salon experience of her life. I drove back to the resort and went into their gym for a workout and hot tub.

3 hours and 15 minutes had passed when I stepped back into the shop. The manager greeted me warmly. Trish was almost finished and the manager assured me she was well pleased. Finally Trish appeared with a new hairdo and a large smile. As I gave the manager the fifty, I asked if there was a room that I could inspect their work. She had the anger tech led us back to the wax room.

Trish was unsettled by the request and that I expected to inspector her here. I was going for a little humiliation to temper this afternoon’s special treatment. The tech started to leave to give us privacy but I told her to stay since it was her work I was going to inspect. I sat on the tech stool, waved Trish over to me. “Lift your dress and turn slowly, Pet.” Trish hesitated a moment then lift her skirt and turned for me. After her first complete turn I placed my hands on her, letting my finger do the close work. I was surprised to find that even the light fuzz on her checks were gone. “Very good work, I am pleased.”