At His Mercy Phone Sex-Peyton Wants the Pain. “How much do you love me?” A former boyfriend asked me years ago. He was kneeling before me, on top of my bed, between my spread thighs as I lay down face up. Although it seemed to be the ideal position to receive oral sex, nothing could be further from the truth; I was about to receive my very first intimate bikini waxing session. I had asked for his help because I couldn’t bring myself to inflict so much pain on myself. But I never imagined that he would take advantage of my vulnerability at that moment and turn it into a game.

“A lot. A lot,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Are you sure?” He challenged me, before suddenly ripping off the first strip of wax.

“OOUUCHH!” I yelled, frowning and writhing on the bed. I felt a sharp pain followed by an intense burning sensation on my skin that took me by surprise. I knew it was going to hurt, but not that much.

“Do you really love me?” He asked me again, teasing me. He was clearly enjoying this.

“Yes…” I whispered, before tensing my body, anticipating the impending pain of the second strip being ripped off.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Yes, I do love you, I swear!” I exclaimed as he tore off the second strip of wax.

He ripped it

This was how the game continued until I was completely smooth. Before I could inspect the results of his work with my own eyes, he ran the tip of his finger over my skin, staring at the area intently.

“Are you happy with your work?” I asked. But when I saw his head lower in the direction of my newly soft vulva, I didn’t need an answer.

That’s when I realised that all the pain and discomfort had been worth it. Instead of going straight to the point so to speak, that is to say, the clitoral glans, he took his time to explore my new softness with his tongue. He worshipped every single millimetre of smooth skin on my pubis, before reaching my throbbing clitoris. Without hair, I learned that cunnilingus was infinitely more complete and pleasurable this way.

Despite this new discovery, maintaining that hairless look required a lot of effort, one that I wasn’t willing to make on a regular basis. So I only removed all of my public hair for very, very special occasions. In addition, I knew that doing it regularly wasn’t very good for the skin. But more importantly, I learned that this soft sensation was not so special or unique if I was always shaved.

New Discoveries

I no longer suffer for intimate beauty. On the contrary. In fact, it is a process that excites me tremendously. This is partly because I have done laser hair removal on my excess public hair. That is to say, everywhere except for on my labia. In order to be completely smooth, all I have to do is trim what little hair I have ‘left over’ on my labia.

The only thing that hasn’t changed since then is that I still need a very good reason to do it.

This time, I have full control over the hair removal process and the game I intend to play.

Instead of being at the mercy of a man, I remove my own hair myself, a couple of hours before meeting my current lover at home. We’re supposed to be having dinner, but he has no idea what kind of cuisine I am cooking up for him; which only increases my sense of power.

After I shower, I sit in front of the mirror and spread my legs. Next, I apply some shaving gel to my pubic hair. As I hold the razor, I can’t help but imagine what the big ‘reveal’ moment will be like.

At His Mercy Phone Sex-Peyton Wants the Pain

It’s only when I’m in front of a mirror that I realise I must be a narcissist. I get turned on by the image of my own full, soft labia in the reflection. Running my fingers over my skin to make sure I haven’t missed any stubborn hairs, I feel my lips swollen, heavy and burning. If I were a man, it would probably be the equivalent of having a persistent erection that just wouldn’t go down.

I go back to the shower to rinse off the remains of the gel. The warm water temporarily relieves the feeling of heaviness between my thighs. Then I sit in front of the mirror again, ready for the next phase in the process. To avoid possible irritations, I apply pure aloe vera gel which, unintentionally, mixes with my own Venusian nectar, due to my extreme arousal.

I head to the door with a smile on my face and the remote control in my hand, about to experience my great moment of total power. I am aware that it will be an intense but fleeting moment because as soon as I hand the remote over to him, I will be at the mercy of a man once again.

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