Slowly, he raised the neck tie to her eyes and wrapped it around her face, blindfolding her to whatever he had planned next. “That’s a good girl. Just relax there for me. You’re doing so well tonight,” he offered.
Her whole body relaxed into her restraints, the blindfold, the pillows he’d arranged, and her tormentor’s — no, her caregiver’s — psychological embrace. This was really the first time I had misgivings at all about the situation. I had his key. In some ways I was the orchestrator of the whole situation, but there was something deeply tender going on between the two of them and I was just a voyeur to it. As fast as the feelings of insecurity showed up, a new feeling welled in me to replace it. This must be that fucking compersion that my poly friends were constantly blathering on about like they were holier than thou. But it was real. I was sharing my Bruce. I was sharing him with someone we both loved and cared about. It didn’t rob me of my place in his heart or at his side. It opened up a tender side of him that was caring for our common friend’s physical needs in a time of crisis – a global pandemic. It was going to keep us all sane for however long we needed to stay locked down.
Bruce walked to the kitchen while I lay in my stupor with warm feelings coursing through my body and Bianca relaxed into subspace while the movie played on, ignored, in the background. He walked back into the room and my eyes went wide. He’d brought the sharpening steel from the kitchen and pulled out his straight razor and shaving cream.
This motherfucker was going to shave Bianca’s pussy! I started getting wet again just thinking about it. And he was going to continue her torment until the last possible second. He sat down next to Bianca on the couch and touched her softly on the belly. She nuzzled into his touch as much as her restraints would allow and purred softly.
“Now Bianca,” Bruce began. “I want you to hold very very still until I say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir. I’ll hold as still as I can,” she answered.
“Do you trust me completely?” he asked.
“Yes sir. I do,” she responded.
“And your safe word is …”
“Bingo” she answered softly.
“But that doesn’t have any special characters or numbers in it,” he teased. All three of us laughed out loud, breaking the long-standing tension.
“Bingo!!” she yelped back.
“Better,” he approved.
With that, he opened up his straight razor, took out his sharpening steel, and ran the blade along its length. There really was no other sound quite like it in the world. The characteristic singing of a metal blade being drawn against its sharpening steel. Bianca reacted viscerally. I watched in fascination. She had no idea what he had planned for her, of course. I looked more closely. Every single hair on her body was standing up at attention and she was suddenly tense and straining at her restraints, which would brook no compromise.
“Shhhhhhhh…” Bruce comforted her. “I would never mistreat such a good pet,” he offered. He softly stroked of the tender flesh under her breasts until her body began to relax, but I could still see each and every hair standing on end. A moan escaped my lips watching and imagining how tender her tits must be and how soft and smooth her pussy was about to become as my action sped up subliminally.
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