“Of course I can. If you can’t take care of it yourself I guess I’m going to have to do it for you. Now hop up on the counter.”
I felt my stomach drop. He wasn’t bluffing, this was going to happen. I struggled to hide my nervousness as I climbed up onto the narrow breakfast bar.
“Right, lie back here,” Max said as he helped me into position. I had to bring my knees up but kept them together. I didn’t know if I could go through with this.
Max dragged a stool around and placed the bowl of hot water, towel and his shaving kit on it. Then I felt his hands on my knees applying firm and insistent pressure to push them apart.
I chewed my lip and closed my eyes tight as a futile last line of defense. As my legs were spread wide I could feel how wet I was. I could smell myself. That unmistakable bitch-in-heat scent wafting up from between my legs.
“Oh dear. Someone is a little excited isn’t she?”
I squeezed my eyes tighter and muttered an inaudible response.
“What was that?”
“Yes.”
I felt a finger at the base of my pussy and then it was slowly dragged upwards. Separating my lips with an embarrassing little squelch as my natural lubrication helped it move smoothly, coming to rest firmly against my clit. I groaned and shamelessly bucked my hips upwards against the finger.
“Yes what?” Max held his finger firmly against my clit awaiting a response as I pushed myself against him.
“Y...yes Daddy.”
“Well I must say I approve, but we’re going to have to clean you up a bit first.”
I groaned again when the hot, wet towel came in contact with my pussy. Max wiped me down, cleaning up where my oozing juices had escaped from between my lips. I felt a rush of pride that he seemed to be impressed by how wet I got. I’d always thought guys would find it kind of gross.
When I was sufficiently cleaned up, Max applied some shaving cream. The lotion was smooth against my skin and had a tingly menthol feel.
I was still uncomfortable. I wanted Max, but not like this. The fact that he had such an up close and personal view of my cunt made me feel more vulnerable than I’d ever felt before. I struggled to breathe, it felt like I was having some kind of panic attack.
“Calm down sweetheart. There’s nothing to be scared of.”
To emphasize his point Max parted my pussy lips with his fingers and gave my clit another little stroke. This time I gasped with surprise. The menthol shaving foam added a new intense sensation that made my clit tingle. It was almost too much to take.
Max placed one hand on my tummy and pressed down, forcing my hips flat against the table. I hadn’t even noticed I’d been thrusting them upwards. As much as I wanted to deny this, my body certainly seemed to be fairly eager. Almost embarrassingly so. I’m sure that to Max I must have looked desperate.
I felt the scrape of a razor tugging at the sensitive skin of my mound. I winced as it caught on a stray hair, but mostly the shaving cream made it all fairly smooth. After a couple of short scrapes Max tapped the razor against the side of the bowl. Tap tap tap. And returned to remove some more hair.
I tried to relax a little. Like going to the salon or getting a treatment, part of the experience was supposed to be the luxury of having someone else maintain your body. Max was taking his time, doing a workmanlike job. Each little scrape was followed by the same tap tap tap of the razor against the plastic bowl.
Scrape, scrape, tap tap tap.
When he placed the hot towel against me again I gave a little squeak of surprise. The hot water on my bare skin tingled and almost stung, but that sensation passed. I longed to see it. When I thought about how it would look it felt like I had butterflies going crazy in my stomach.
But Max wasn’t done yet. If I had thought I had been vulnerable before it was nothing compared to how I felt when Max applied the shaving foam liberally over my cunt and down along the crack of my ass.
He, this man who insisted I called him Daddy, was going to see everything. Nothing would be hidden from him and from this point forward, whenever we interacted in any way, I was going to feel this hanging over us. How would I be able to look him in the eye without feeling burning shame?
As he probed and prodded, working the razor gently against my most sensitive parts all I could muster was a whimper of protest that was soon replaced with more moans and groans. Why did it have to feel so good? I was trying not to respond to his touch, but I could feel my pussy becoming wet all over again. I didn’t understand how I could feel so completely exposed and humiliated... but still want it so much.
I endured the humiliation for another ten minutes before he stood and went to get some fresh water. When he was done he took his time toweling me down for the last time. Then he splashed something cold against my skin. I prepared to scream, but it wasn’t aftershave, just some kind of soothing lotion. It felt luxurious and soft and took all the sting out of my freshly shaved skin.
I didn’t feel any different, but I desperately wanted to see it. I had an image in my head of what I must have looked like. Completely bare, my skin smooth soft and pink.
I was about to ask Daddy if I could go and have a look, but before I got a chance I felt his finger again. This time he started right down in the crack of my ass.
Everything felt soft and lubricated by the lotion and I felt a sudden urge to slide myself forwards and feel that finger in my ass. However I missed my chance as the finger traveled upwards, between my lips once more. Oh God that felt good. I moaned and forced my freshly shaved crotch forwards, desperate for more.