Slave Gamble (5 page)
Again I nodded.
David smiled, and said, “But first coffee! You wouldn’t want my fingers to slip
from lack of alertness, would you now?” Indeed I didn’t! We drank the coffee,
delicious with fresh cream and a hint of cinnamon. David had some cake too, but
I found I was too nervous to eat, now anticipating a cold razor, held by someone
else, scraping along my most private and sensitive parts.
I couldn’t believe
on one level that I was even contemplating it, but as we sat together at the
long bar, sipping our hot coffee, it seemed almost natural. Of course I’d shave
for my master, if that was what he wanted. My master! The words slipped into my
mind unbidden, but once said, couldn’t be unsaid.
When he was done,
we walked together back to the bathroom. David turned on the water in the big
tub. It filled quickly, and he added some sweet smelling oils to it as the
steam rose invitingly.
While waiting for
the level to rise, David said, “First we’ll cut off the excess hair. That will
make shaving much easier.” He knelt in front of me with a long pair of barber
scissors. I felt a little nervous having a pair of scissors so close to my
pussy, but I trusted David.
Gripping my pubic
hair, he snipped and cut until it was as short as possible without shaving. I
felt very strange, but also aroused, which seemed to be my constant state
around this man.
Once the tub was
full, David got in first, and held out his hand to me. I stepped in and nestled
back against him, feeling his warm hard body, settling into it like some human
chair. He held me for a while, and then said, “I think you’re ready. Sit up
there, on the ledge. Spread your legs for me, and stay very still. I don’t want
to nick you.”
“David,” I began,
suddenly unsure again, but he stilled me with a touch of his fingers to my
lips.
“Zoë. This is what
I want. Don’t defy me on this. This is what I want. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Yes. As crazy as that sounds to someone who doesn’t understand the
Dominant/submissive relationship, it
was
enough. More than enough.
I spread my legs
and sat very still as he smeared extra baby oil across my mons and labia. Then,
taking a fresh razor, he slowly drew it first across the top and then lower,
over the delicate labial folds. He did this over and over until I was as smooth
as a baby. “Stand up,” he commanded, “and look at yourself.”
I did as he
ordered, and was surprised to see, not the features of a little girl as I’d
expected, but a grown woman, with the inner labia peeking alluringly from the
center. It was very erotic somehow, and I felt myself swelling with desire.
“You’re beautiful
like that, Zoë. I’m going to keep you like that. You have a perfect cunt. Now
sit down. Let me taste you.” I sat on the little ledge again, and David knelt
up in the water, and put his face to my now nude pussy.
I felt his tongue
lightly against my sex, and I spread my legs, wanting more. I let my head fall
back and my eyes closed in pleasure as I felt his warm velvet mouth suckle and
tease me. He licked and kissed me, keeping my legs spread wide with his strong
hands on my thighs, until I felt the delicious impending release of a very
strong orgasm weaving its way through every nerve of my body.
It caught me
suddenly, as he held me, his mouth hot and perfect against me. I jerked, but he
held me tight, and continued his kisses until I was shuddering and arching
against him, completely out of control. When at last my orgasm subsided, he
pulled me back down into the warm water and held me against him.
“Now who belongs
to whom?” he whispered, and I understood in that instance that when love is
involved, there is no real line between master and slave, between owner and
owned. He belonged to me as much as I belonged to him.
About the author:
Claire Thompson has written numerous novels and short
stories, all exploring aspects of Dominance & submission. Ms. Thompson’s
gentler novels seek not only to tell a story, but to come to grips with, and
ultimately exalt in the true beauty and spirituality of a loving exchange of
power. Her darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a
sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. She writes about the
timeless themes of sexuality and romance, with twists and curves to examine the
‘darker’ side of the human psyche. Ultimately Claire’s work deals with the
human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience.
Claire welcomes mail from readers. You can
write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio
44236-0787.
Also by Claire Thompson:
Slave Castle
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