“How can pain be exciting?” she asked, as if she hadn’t heard the other descriptors at all. A part of her couldn’t believe they were having this conversation.
“I’d like to show you.”
“Would I be on the giving or receiving end of that?” she chuckled with nervous laughter.
Setting down the spoon, he said, “Receiving.” His piercing eyes watched as her mouth grew partially agape and her body became rigid. “But understand nothing happens without your express permission. That’s how it works.”
“So you want to spank me, with that…crop.”
“Yes.”
“And you think that there is something about me that would like to be hit?”
“I’d never hit you, Janine—but spank you—yes. With your consent.”
“I don’t understand the difference. Pain is pain.”
“Not really. The discipline elements in sexual play are very real. The pain is also very real. Some people get off on that. Some get off on the dominance or submission and never have sex. But it is ultimately about sex for me. It is about caring for your partner.” It was maddening the way he just sipped his wine during this entire conversation.
“Stop, okay? Just…stop.” She wanted to find the right words to tell him how this all sounded to her without offending him. “Look, everything I’ve ever seen or read about sadomasochistic sex—none of that is appealing to me!”
“It’s likely what you’ve seen is porn—all of that is based more on fantasy and distortion than real sex to begin with. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I don’t know!” she huffed. She couldn’t help feel as if she were sitting in a first year moot court class as he rationalized all this to her. She swallowed the rest of her wine and refilled her glass to the top.
“Are you seriously saying you’ve never seen porn?” He couldn’t hide his amusement as he leaned his head on his raised hand. Now he was curious.
“I haven’t seen enough of it to categorize it by genre or to determine its reality—no!” she said.
“We may have to fix that. But it’s not called ‘sadomasochistic sex.’ It’s actually called ‘BDSM.’”
“What the hell is the difference? People tie each other up and beat the shit out of each other.”
He leaned in to her and in very precise terms said, “Bondage can be very enticing. The spanking or other forms of pain come with the discipline. Some people do think the SM part is for sadomasochism, but it also describes the submissive/dominant or slave/master relationship. Everyone has different boundaries, Janine. Those boundaries can be extreme. But rule number one is you must keep things safe for all involved—emotionally and physically.”
She needed a minute to take this all in. Rubbing the upper bridge of her nose up to her forehead she finally asked, “So which one are you? The Dominant?” She couldn’t bring herself to refer to him as a ‘Master.’”
“Yes.”
“So that would make me the…”
“Sub,” he said taking another bite of food.
Knowing that she was reaching the limit of understanding new details about him, he set his fork down and took hold of her hand as it rested on the table. The mere fact that she flinched made clear she was deeply unsettled.
“Janine? Baby? Listen very carefully to me. As I said, nothing—and I do mean nothing—happens without your permission. And you can tell me to stop at any time. We can start slow. We’ll take as much time as we need to train you for this experience.”
“Did you just say train me? What the fuck is that? No! I can’t…I won’t!”
“Calm down. All it means is helping you get adjusted to the role playing.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
She got up from the table and went directly to the bathroom. She didn’t need to use it and she didn’t feel sick—she just needed a little space between them. It was a lot to absorb. Sure, she had heard people did this—she even had a previous lover smack her butt while in the doggy position. That event was so insane, she almost laughed out loud at the time. As she thought back on it, she recalled that when he smacked her hard, it stung more than hurt. She began to calm down deciding to go back to finish her conversation—and perhaps her dinner—even as she acknowledged her appetite waning.
When she came out of the bathroom, she stood with arms folded in the narrow doorway facing him. Michael was still seated at the table with a look of deep concern on his face. His body was now rigid.
“Okay, listen.” Searching carefully for her words, she started. “You say there is consent…”
“Always.”
“I’ll be safe?”
“Absolutely!”
“I can stop it at anytime?”
“Yes.”
“And we’d go slow?”
“Yes.”
She couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but if there was anyone she cared enough about to try this with and feel safe doing so, it was Michael. She loved him even though she hadn’t uttered those words to him.
“Okay. I’ll try it. But not tonight. Is that okay?”
“That’s okay.”
He got up and walked over to her, engulfing her in a hug that seemed to wrap all around her body. She felt safe in his arms. Very safe.
CHAPTER 8
With the trip a day away, Janine managed to finish all her shopping. She found two lovely sundresses with sandals to match and a few pair of shorts and tops that gave her comfort, cuteness and flexibility. She had a few more formal dresses in her closet she considered taking as well, but as she considered her friends, she realized it was unlikely they’d go anywhere requiring them. There were few places on the island where such attire might be appropriate and that was the high-end section of the casino with its restaurant and bar.
She eventually decided to take along a nice blouse and slacks, just in case. The items taking the most time to find in advance of the trip were swimming gear. Unlike Monica and Kelly, she actually loved to swim—hair be damned! She managed to find three, one-piece swimsuits that were far less functional than the ones she used when she swam at the sports club. Each had a style all their own that accentuated her figure, being quite feminine while managing to provide the support she needed for her breasts—rare finds indeed. She placed all the items in her suitcase leaving plenty of room for her toiletries.
Given she traveled so much for her job, she had a pre-packed bags of toiletries she kept in her bathroom cabinet along with various refills. She had everything from toothpastes, deodorants, lotions, shampoos, oils, and creams, all in neat little bottles from a variety of manufacturers. She tried them all at one time or another with varying degrees of success. Tiring of the feel and smell of most hotel products, she eventually purchased little generic travel bottles to fill with her favorites because the items she used most often simply weren’t packaged in travel size. Those were carefully marked on the shelf below.
As she gathered all the items she needed, she noticed the box of condoms at the back of the shelf. They had been back there for a while and she wasn’t even sure they were still “good.“ Inspecting them, she searched for the expiration date to ensure they were still useable. She considered taking them along with her…just in case. What in the world are you going to need those for? She opted to leave them where they were and proceeded with her packing.
After getting everything securely in the suitcase, she gathered her pajamas and prepared for a nice long shower. Her shower was a wonderful respite—in fact it was a huge selling point when she found the townhouse. It had independent multiple jets allowing her control of the flow and direction of the water. It was also large enough to comfortably accommodate two people. It even had a little seat making it far easier for her to shave or to simply sit and let the water flow over her. She grabbed her towel and washcloth hanging them on the hook on the shower stall door.
She stepped inside turning on the overhead nozzle so she could wash her hair. Now shoulder leng
th, it took her a little while longer to shampoo and condition, but she didn’t mind. It all felt so good. With her hair done, she reached for the razor and shaving cream to shave her legs. Next she did her armpits. She wasn’t a particularly hairy woman, so it was actually a fairly quick exercise.
As she inspected herself in the water, she realized she should probably trim her pubic area because it had been a while and she would be in a swimsuit. The last thing she wanted was to have gross little hairs sticking out the panty area of a swimsuit. Since she usually trimmed the hairs with a beard trimmer, the region wasn’t overly hairy. But she could easily see hairs covering the whole of the area with a few strays on her inner thighs. She again reached for the razor, thinking how Monica once chided her for using a razor to groom herself instead of waxing.
Giving in to the pressure, she tried waxing—once. It hurt like hell and she had pain and swelling for two days! She couldn’t understand how any woman endured that level of pain on her mound and near her ass for a Brazilian wax or the variety of “pussy cuts” some women swore by. As she thought about it further, she grinned realizing she had endured much more pain in her play with Michael. But that certainly wasn’t a detail she shared with Monica and Kelly—or anyone else.
She took the cream gel, rubbing it into her hands working up a good lather and applied it for her shave. She began her slow careful work on the inner of her left thigh, then the right. It was a ritual she had performed thousands of times since a teenager. But occasionally, she would go further. Occasionally, she’d shave all the hair leaving only a small patch above her folds. The rest remained smooth and hair free…for him. Janine recalled the first time she was shaved bare, and the memory consumed her.
Knocking on the door of Michael’s apartment, he greeted her with a gentle kiss. She immediately noticed he’d created a lovely oasis for their evening together. Tea candles were lit throughout the apartment, a bottle of wine sat in a bucket of ice on the table. He had been cooking and the wafting smells were wonderful. Rather than accept her offer to help, he led her to the couch, poured her a glass of wine and placed a small plate of cheeses and fruit on the coffee table for her to nibble before the main course.
As he moved effortlessly from the kitchen to the dining table, she found him completely and thoroughly beautiful. In a clinging tee shirt and well-fitting jeans, he’d occasionally glance her way with a loving smile and a glint in his eyes. All she could think in that moment was how wonderful he was to and for her. She loved him with her entire being. Once everything was set at the table, he invited her over.
“All of this is so wonderful. Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure,” he said.
“Oooh, what is that?” she asked pointing to a dish with a variety of peppers and what looked like some kind of grain that she couldn’t place.
“A little couscous recipe I’m trying for the first time. Here, try it.” He lifted a small amount onto his fork and fed to her.
A little spicy, but utterly delicious, she thought. “That’s really good.”
“I’m glad you like it. I think it pairs well with the hens.”
“Hens? Wow!”
He had roasted two lovely game hens seasoned with rosemary, sage and a touch of basil. On another serving plate were glazed carrots with small cuts of cabbage. They were seasoned with cinnamon and a touch of sugar giving them a truly divine taste. To top it off, he had made a Crème Brule that was simply succulent.
As they finished their meal, Janine felt as if she’d dined in one of the city’s finest restaurants. She thanked him with a deep kiss as she held his slightly scruffy face in her hands. He took hold of her hands, brought them to his lips for a gentle kiss, and then began licking and sucking the tips of her fingers. Her breath quickened before settling into a slow deep sigh. He guided her to stand and kissed her with his tongue lightly running across her lips, back into her mouth and then down her neck.
He ran his hands down the sides of her body eventually taking hold of her shirt and slowly lifting it over her head. With ease, he reached behind her and unfastened her bra bringing his smooth hands back around to her shoulders as the bra fell to the floor. He inhaled deeply as he looked at her. Lightly touching her collarbones, he traced his fingers across them before letting them make their way to her breasts. He rubbed and cupped them, reaching down to kiss and lightly lick her nipples. Janine was on fire as he touched her with such delicacy and care. He returned to her mouth once more and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressing against him.
“Take off the rest of your clothes and come to the bathroom,” he said before walking towards it.
Janine quickly removed her jeans and panties following him into the bathroom noticing the twinkling of candles in there as well. As she stepped into the small space, she saw candles on the vanity and one in each of the small corners of the tub. The water was drawn and there was a sweet smell of Patouli oils filling the air. She hadn’t noticed it before given the strong aromas of the food they had just consumed.
“Get in the tub,” he directed as he took hold of her hands helping her ease into it.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked as she settled into the tub.
“No, it’s a little too small.” He sat on the toilet seat instead. “How does the water feel?”
“Perfect!” She slid down into the slightly oily water that felt utterly amazing on her skin. Cupping some of it into her hands, she closed her eyes ran it across her face. “God, this feels so good.” Slowly opening her eyes she saw him watching her with such love and attention.
He opened the cabinet below the vanity and pulled out a loofa sponge and bath gel. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought he was about to give her a bath. He eased off the toilet seat, and sat on the floor beside the tub. He poured the gel onto the sponge and squeezed it several times creating a gentle lather. He ran it over her shoulders, guiding her to lean forward as he ran it down her back before returning to her shoulders. He applied more gel and gently ran the sponge across her belly, up and between her breasts, before slowly encircling each with the exquisitely soft sponge. Every part of her was at attention as her desire for him continued to build. He moved the sponge through the water, essentially clearing it of some of the gel, and then gently squeezed the water out and onto her belly.
The feeling made her arch slightly before letting out a deep sigh knowing his work wasn’t finished. He adjusted on his knees and proceeded to add more gel to the sponge to work at her feet. He lifted her leg out of the water and ran the sponge over her feet, which tickled. She giggled at the sensation. Smiling, he proceeded up her leg, letting the sponge move slowly just below her inner thigh. He repeated the gesture on the other foot and leg. But he never touched her mound as she so hoped would. She opened her eyes, lifted out of her slumbered position and tried her best to tell him with her eyes what she wanted. Instead he directed her to lie back, saying, “I’m not finished yet.”
He let the sponge float in the water as he turned back to the vanity retrieving a straight edged razor. She was certain he saw the confusion on her face, but she never said anything. He set the razor on the side of the tub as he pulled the plug to drain water from it. Janine wasn’t sure why he did it, but once the water level had reached just a few inches, he plugged it again. Reaching for the gel, he poured a bit into his hands. He then rubbed it on her mound saturating her hairs with foam. Moving her thighs apart, she allowed his fingers to once again explore an area of her he knew well. His fingers circled her hairs and then moved down towards her ass. Back and forth his skillful hands and fingers worked before finally separating her folds letting just a little of the foam enter.
“Do you trust me?” he asked in a low husky tone.
“Absolutely.”
He picked up the razor and opened it revealing a sparkling steel blade that he lowered towards her. With the razor in one hand, and the other resting on her belly, he adjusted on his knees and began his work.
At the first touch of the blade, Janine sat very still, as the first section of hair was removed. With surgical precision, he slowly shaved her, even getting into the interior folds and few little hairs between her ass cheeks. In between each stroke of the blade and hair removal, he ran his fingers over her, checking for smoothness. This ritual continued for at least 20 minutes, until finally he said to her, “Feel it.”
She looked down at the bareness and at first didn’t like the way it looked. It seemed rather pre-pubescent and she was far darker there than she realized. But upon further inspection, her arousal was clearly evident. They both noticed how prominent it all was and she’d never seen it before. Her outer lips were spread, exposing her purplish and swollen clit and inner folds. She looked up at him seeing an expression suggesting he was very pleased. She slowly took her hand and moved it down to feel her own smoothness. She was completely taken by how wonderful it felt.
He rinsed her entire body by briefly turning on the shower, which she was certain had wet portions of the floor—but it didn’t matter to either of them. He helped her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her. He began to dry her, starting first with her hair, before moving all over her body. He opened the medicine cabinet above the vanity and took out another little bottle. He then led her to the bedroom that also flickered with tea candles.
Guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed, he spread more of the intoxicating oil used in the tub on his hands and began rubbing her feet and legs. Time and again, he moved his hands over her body, before laying her back and placing her in the center of the bed. Every part of her longed for him, but he made her wait. He opened a drawer pulling out a black silk blindfold. She smiled sheepishly. This is it! This is really happening.
Without a word between them, he slipped it over her eyes as she lay perfectly still in anticipation. Next she felt him bind each of her wrists before raising them over her head and fastening them to the bed. She had no idea how he managed this, having never seen anything on the headboard suggesting this was possible. Through it all, it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to contain the fire inside her lower abdomen.
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