To Lay Bare
Samuel and Hannah were pleasantly satiated, and perhaps a little flush with wine as they rode in the back of a taxi cab through the snowy streets of metropolis. To all prying eyes they were merely an ordinary couple ending an ordinary Friday night dinner date.
Samuel was a serious-looking man with a dark complexion. He had short, dark wavy hair and a muscled body, although that fact was currently obscured under respectable evening wear. Warmth emanated from him as he smiled at Hannah.
She blushed under his smile. She had short, curly bright blonde hair and a little mole next to her right eye. Her very deep dimples made her simply exude a kind of airy brightness.
The brakes squealed a little as the taxi stopped at the front of their apartment. Samuel clasped Hannah’s waist firmly as she tried to navigate the icy sidewalks in a pair of absurd high-heeled shoes, black with striking red stitching. Her black wool coat was longer than her dress and swept about her knees as they sauntered home.
Neither spoke as they stood in the elevator, which gently hummed on its way to the fourth floor. Their bodies bristled in silent anticipation.
Their apartment was thoroughly ordinary. The paint upon the walls was ambient and comfortable. Their kitchen was filled with all the ordinary, brand-name appliances one would expect. Their furniture was chic, modern, and factory-made.
In fact, the apartment was much like its occupants: normal on the outside yet filled with dark delights. They would occasionally throw dinner parties for work colleagues or friends, but no one ever knew that hidden under the bed; there were chains and leather restraints. No one knew about Samuel’s paddle, hidden under boxes of shoes; or that a black leather collar, embedded with a little sapphire jewel, inhabited a prominent place in Hannah’s jewelry box. Not a single person ever guessed what was strapped around Hannah’s waist.
Hannah removed her long, woolen coat to reveal a startlingly short, bright red evening dress. “Take off that garish piece of fabric,” Samuel ordered. “I can’t believe I let you wear it in public,” he added disdainfully.
“Yes, Sir,” Hannah replied. The date was over and the shackles of normalcy were being replaced by the freedom of a new kind of shackles.
She stood before him, wearing only pale pink pasties one could almost mistake for her actual nipples and a pair of crotchless, lacy black panties; daring neither to smile nor whimper. Samuel deftly peeled the pasties off her, revealing her bare nipples, which were taut and sensitive.
“Bend over,” he said. She put her hands on her hips and bent her body into a ninety degree angle, as if in a yoga position. He examined the contours of her buttocks, running his hands across her pale, untanned skin. He gently tickled her netherlips, which where beautifully framed by black lace. Hannah was already moist. “Impertinent,” Samuel whispered. “Can’t you control yourself for just one moment?”
Hannah blushed. The truth was, she couldn’t control herself. The feeling of giving herself up was just too powerful.
“Remove your panties.”
“Yes, Sir.” She slid them down her silky legs and carefully folded them. “Where should I put them, Sir?”
“In the hamper, of course!”
She scampered off to the bedroom. He followed her. A sapphire jewel gleamed from the end of a shiny metal plug, which was currently lodged in her bottom, as she walked down the hall.
He opened her jewelry box and fastened Hannah’s collar to her neck. She loved the weight of it upon her nape and the pretty sparkle of the sapphire, but mostly, she loved the feeling of submitting; of giving herself up. She dared to gaze at him. Her face, with that cute little mole, framed by her short golden locks, shined with innocence.
Samuel petted the downy fur of her Venus mound, and pulled at the erotic locks. “No, no, no. This simply won’t do,” he said quietly. “You must make yourself bare for me.”
He pulled the restraints out from under the bed and tied her up with her legs in the air, in a position that one might find in a gynecologist’s office. He slid a towel under her bottom and left the room.
Hannah wondered how long she would be left in this position. From past experience, she knew it could either be a matter of moments or hours. In any event, the only unbearable thing was the hot feeling of arousal that pulsed between her legs. The thought of her sex being open and unresisting to the world maddened her with pleasure.
Samuel returned holding shaving cream and a razor in one hand, and delicately balancing a bowl of water in the other. He had sprinkled a pinch of roses into the water. Samuel considered turning perverse actions into classy ones a subtle art.
He splashed water onto her already slick, moist pussy. He lathered his hands with shaving cream and massaged it into her until her crotch was heavy with white foam. Hannah’s breath quickened as Samuel began to shave her Venus mound bare. He displayed nothing but the utmost tenderness as he slowly ran the razor across her sensitive area. He took an exquisitely long time rinsing the razor in the rose-laden water, leaving Hannah aching with anticipation for his next touch.
She let out a high moan as he began to shave her engorged lips. “Be grateful I didn’t decide to wax you,” he laughed as he pulled and pinched her sensitive skin, making sure to get every last hair.
With her pussy shaved bare, Samuel untied her and flipped her over. He retied her in a position such that her face was planted into the bed sheets and her bottom was pointed up in the air.
He removed the plug from her ass and splashed water between the cleft of her buttocks. Hannah’s face turned a deep shade of red at the thought of a man shaving that area. To Samuel, it was all part of the game. He skin quivered as he carefully ran the razor across her asshole.
He again the room, leaving her bare sex exposed. Hannah suddenly had a distressing thought: had Samuel closed the blinds or were the neighbors currently witnessing this spectacle? The restraints made it impossible to check, and she daren’t rise from her position in any case. She simply had to trust Samuel’s judgment.
He returned with a fresh bowl of water, which he used to completely rinse her off. Wet rose petals of deep crimson stuck fast to her pale bottom. Spellbound by this eroticism, she whispered, “Please, Sir, I need you inside me.”
“Impudence,” he cried, smacking her on the buttocks. He dug around in the closet and found his paddle, which he used upon her conveniently positioned ass. The paddling was slow and light at first, but quickly picked up in speed and intensity. Her bottom turned a bright pink as she yelped from the sting. He spread her ass and placed the sapphire jeweled butt plug back in her. “There. I can be inside you whenever you wish.”
But the bulbous metal plug was a poor substitute for her Sir’s cock. She tried to control herself, but the stinging on her bottom seemed to pulsate throughout her entire body. She felt as though one touch would make her explode with pleasure. “Please, Sir…” she whispered.
“Well…” He ran his pointer finger across her freshly sheared pussy. “You have made yourself bare for me. It would be a shame not to use it.” He untied her and told her to get on her knees.
Hannah marveled at the glory of Samuel’s genitals. He groomed himself immaculately. He had shaved his testes and trimmed the rest of his pubic hair short, which made fellatio a far more pleasant affair than it would otherwise have been. His balls dangled from his body like a pair of delectable fruits.
She took his semi-erect penis into her mouth and pleasured him until he became completely firm. Then he laid her upon the bed and playfully petted her joyous pussy, before granting her dearest wish: fucking her to an ecstatic orgasm.