Bed Buzz
Alex was never one to do things by halves.
After being roundly rejected by the stable job market, he decided to try contracting instead. The work was scattered, but he was happy for what he could get - and especially happy for the income. And now, after a three month stint at a very amiable little start up, he once again had some time on his hands.
That's how he found himself at home at 1pm on a Wednesday, with a kiwi fruit in one hand and a safety razor in the other. His eyes were focused, and his breath was held as he lightly ran the razor over the surface of the kiwi, trying as hard as he could not to--
"Damn it."
It was getting towards the end of the quarter, and there was a big push for Becca's team to not only meet, but exceed their quotas. It was a stressful time. And Alex knew exactly what she needed.
"Remeber that bonus I got for smashing it on my last gig?" Alex held out his hand to show Becca a thing that looked like an oversize metal pill, about an inch long. "Wi-fi enabled. And it's got this app that…"
Becca wasn't really interested in the technical details. And besides, her mind was still stuck on work, and an unsettling feeling that she might have made a mistake in an important spreadsheet. Alex kept talking, nonetheless. And when he tapped his phone… the metal thing almost leapt out of his hand!
Well. Now he had Becca's full attention. Something like that could really make her evening.
"One thing, though. You'll want to be clean shaven for what I have in mind."
Becca was generally suspicious of men that said they liked hairless pussies. She kept herself groomed, and that was just fine with Alex. Still, if her Dom was requesting it, then how could she deny him?
"One more thing… Can I do the shaving?"
The question sent a bolt of dread shot through her crotch. It's not that she didn't trust Alex… But he'd never shaved a pussy before, and that's difficult terrain even for an inexperienced hand. Not to mention that it was HER terrain, and she barely trusted herself to navigate it safely.
All of this was plain on her face. "I really don't think that's such a good--"
"Hold that thought." Alex ran off to the bedroom and came back holding up his laptop.
"Good lord."
On the screen were multiple incognito tabs with various articles and videos about 'how to shave a vagina'. Well, she thought, that would explain the bowl of kiwi chunks in the fridge. Certainly, no-one could question his commitment!
To underscore the point, Alex pulled down his pants, "I've also been practicing on myself, see."
It was such a strange image, his flaccid, perfectly smooth penis. It looked almost… gummy. Becca felt a strange urge to put it in her mouth and chew on it. She tried to stop herself from laughing at the thought, and ended up pulling a weird grimace. Still, she had to concede that he'd done a tidy job - no nicks, no razor burn, no stray hairs…
"Ugh. Fine. But if I see even ONE drop of blood, you're done. Got it?"
An eager grin stretched across Alex's face. "Awesome."
"Is this some new fetish of yours?"
Becca laid in the bath, in a stupour of relaxation. Alex had lovingly cleansed every inch of her body, washing away the day's stresses… only for her to be unsettled when she noticed him reach for the razor. So much for calm.
"Stop squirming. Or I'll have to tie you down or something."
The suggestion pulled at Becca's cheeks. "Well… maybe you should."
That caught Alex off guard. Should he do it? Or would that be 'ruining dinner', so to speak? But then, she was giving him that look - the one that made him want to get naked and climb into the bath with her… No. Foc--
"Gah!"
The splash of water jerked Alex out of his concerns. He looked at Becca, seething, as she grinned back at him with a look of both innocence and smugness.
"Fine," he said, "have it your way."
Alex stormed out, and Becca could hear him stomping down the stairs. Where was he going? The restraints were all in the bedroom, so what could he possibly be looking for downstairs?
And now that she was alone, her mind drifted back to what would happen when he got back. And maybe telling him to restrain her wasn't such a good idea after all.
The footsteps came back up the stairs, and Becca pulled her legs up to cover herself, making herself into a tight ball. When Alex walked in, he was holding a pair of scissors in one hand, and a fist-full of zip ties in the other.
"What the actual fuck, you serial killer."
"Listen, I'm not ruining our cuffs by getting them wet. So shut up, and sit up on the back of the bath, there."
"… Yes, my love."
Alex pulled Becca's hands together behind her back and zip tied them, just tight enough to feel their squeeze. At the centre of the bath on either side were handles for lifting oneself in and out of the bath. These made for fine anchor points for Becca's ankles - holding her legs stretched with little room to wriggle, and leaving his 'canvas' well exposed.
"Do you want a gag?"
Becca thought for a second, "nuh-uh." If he nicked her with the razor, he was going to know about it - as LOUDLY as possible!
"One more thing," said Alex. He cupped his hands together and scooped up some bath water, dropping it on Becca's head.
"Argh! You ARSEHOLE!" Becca writhed, trying desperately to splash him back. But with the ties, she could barely make waves.
"Looks like the ties work perfectly," Alex grinned.
He sat beside Becca and leaned in close, examining the target area, running his thumb over the short hairs around her pussy. She was trembling, and he could feel it. But he knew he could do this. He'd done the research, he'd practiced hard. He knew he would do a good job.
"Do you trust me?"
The question made Becca's heart skip. Of course she trusted him. But with this? And now that he was lathering the shaving cream onto her, she couldn't understand why she was feeling kind of… excited? Kind of turned on.
"Yes… I trust you."
Becca sat on the bed, a towel wrapped around her shoulders, her hair still damp. Her arms held her knees tight to her chest, and her ankles were crossed. She didn't like how 'cool' and tingly things felt down there now.
"Alright, Sexy? Bit chilly?"
Becca glanced away, "kinda…"
"Heh." She's so cute when she's being shy, he thought. "Well you'll have to get used to it. You're not getting dressed until I'm done with you."
It wasn't long after their week at Brett's that Becca bought her first ball gag. She couldn't seem to get it off her mind - the feel of having a rubber ball strapped immovably into her mouth. Leather cuffs, chains, padlocks, rope; a pair of latched hand cuffs. Their collection was nothing compared to Brett's. But it was off to a good start.
Alex held Becca's hand, gently pulling on it, Becca reluctantly releasing her grasp. He placed her hand on his lap as he wrapped a leather cuff around it, closing it with a small lock. He repeated with the other hand, then kneeling in front of her, teased apart her legs. He rested her foot against his shoulder as he cuffed and locked each ankle. He gave Becca's leg a casual kiss, and as he stood, she grabbed his face, pulling him close for a tender kiss.
Now Becca sat at ease, her body slightly reclined and rested against her hands, her legs casually open. Somehow, the cuffs made her feel less naked, more secure.
As Alex took in the vision in front of him, admiring his work, he casually put his hand into his pocket, feeling the key between his fingers - it was still there. The locks on the cuffs weren't strictly necessary for what Alex had in mind, but after their first BDSM 'experience', just the presence of locks seemed to add a certain weight to their games. But one important lesson they had both learned the hard way was this - always check your keys.
Becca laid flat on her back, and after a few cursory stretches, Alex tied long lengths of rope through the D-rings on her ankle cuffs. He lifted one of Becca's legs, wrapping the loose end of its ankle rope around the bed post at the head of the bed - and he pulled. Becca's arse lifted off the bed, with Alex bracing her weight against himself. He pulled until Becca was almost bent double, and her foot inched closer and closer to the head of the bed.
"How's that?" he asked, "too much?"
The position put pressure on Becca's stomach, forcing her to take only short breaths. "It's okay," she wheezed.
Alex gave her a little slack, tying the rope off securely and checking the strength of the knot; then repeating with the other foot, making sure the lengths matched exactly. Then, tentatively, he moved back, until the only thing supporting Becca's weight was her ankles.
"Incredible."
He couldn't resist. He leaned in, pressing his lips against her very exposed, newly smooth pussy. The feeling of it against his lips was fantastic, he couldn't seem to stop kissing her… No. He was getting distracted again.
As Alex pulled away, Becca's hands desperately tried to grab onto him, "no… don't stop." Maybe being clean shaven wasn't so bad after all, she thought. But then she felt her wrists pulled together as Alex looped a length of rope through the D-rings on both wrist cuffs. He pulled it taut towards the foot of the bed and tied it off. Now she was pinned - trapped and exposed in that awkward position. She was loving it already. But what about that jumping metal thing?
Alex was now holding a roll of silver duct tape. More serial killer stuff, she thought. He tore off a piece of the tape and loosely stuck it on the back of his hand. He took the metal bullet out of his pocket, and carefully aligned it against Becca's clit. Then taking the tape off his hand, pressed it over the bullet, flattening it into a secure seal across her pussy.
"Really?" said Becca, "that's what you wanted me clean shaven for?"
Alex's face took on a smug grin. He tore off another piece of tape and pressed it firmly over Becca's mouth. "Yep."
Becca's eyes narrowed. If her mouth wasn't covered, Alex would have seen that she was pouting. He got the gist.
He reached his hand back into his pocket. "Funny story," he said holding out his hand, "these things were actually buy-two-get-one-free. And I know just where to put the other two."
10%
There was something almost funny about the way the vibrators made Becca's boobs jiggle. Funny to Alex, at least. Becca was still trying to make sense of this strange sensation; it was unlike anything she had felt before - and this was only the lowest setting!
20%
Alex sat in silence - watching, transfixed by how her body responded to each step up. The way her muscles tensed and twitched, the way her knees flexed and her hips rolled, the way her fists clenched and her fingers stretched. The look of pure bliss in her eyes.
40%
Something changed. Some line had been crossed. Becca felt it immediately. It was all she could feel, all she could think about. The sensation was expanding; her whole chest burning with that strange, wonderful new hum of pleasure. Her pussy, now hyper-sensitive, was having its every exposed nerve ending tickled.
She let out an involuntary chorus of muffled, "mmm, mmm, mmm." She thrust her hips back and forth, pulling against her ankle ropes, desperately trying to push the vibrator deeper against her clit, terrified that she was going to shake it loose.
She closed her eyes tight, and in her mind she saw a flame, a fire expanding. And she saw… Alex. She opened her eyes… Alex. Her love. Her Dom. He had trapped her, he was in control of her. And the way he looked at her. The way he had handled her with the razor - so careful, so deliberate, so caring. So commanding.
50%
Becca's mind turned to a blank void. The fire consumed her, and she was burned to ash. But the fire kept burning. The terrific, terrifying hum that would not let her rest; the fire growing once more. Sweat dripping, teeth clenches, already back at the precipice, and then… It was too much. She let out a euphoric cry as she was once again consumed, and almost wept at the thought of it happening again.
10%
She was smoldering. She felt as if smoke were coming off her.
Alex stared at the remaining embers of Becca's pleasure, and he was hard as diamond. God, he could have cum just watching that performance. He noticed the tape over Becca's mouth bulging. Odd. Then her cheeks inflated, and with a pop, the tape blew away from her lips.
She let out a long sigh. "Are you just going to sit there watching me, or what?"
"Hmm?" said Alex, as he was pulled from his trance. "Oh, right." He stood up, the denim of his jeans straining to contain his erection. "I need to make a start on dinner."
"NO, you-- mmm mmph. MMPH!"
Alex pressed the tape back over Becca's mouth, and her eyes were furious. He tore off more tape, applying a few more layers, making sure it was nice and secure. "Shouldn't be more than 30 minutes or so."
Becca tried to call after him, in incomprehensible moans that Alex was already too far away to hear.
30%
Well, maybe another 30 minutes wouldn't be so bad. Now that she'd had a little time to catch her breath, she was feeling hungry. 10% would have been frustrating at best, but 30%? 30% she could work with.
She closed her eyes, feeling the sensations of her body; like meditation, focusing her mind on each vibrator - the nibble at her boobs, the playful tickle of her clit. She was chasing the pleasure, catching it and willing it to grow. She could feel herself cresting again, about to…
Alex had spent a good five minutes prepping the vegetables. He was about to heat oil in the frying pan, when a thought crossed his mind. Becca had already endured so much, and he certainly didn't want her getting overwhelmed and passing out…
0%
Becca was yanking at her ropes with all her might, desperately trying to will the vibrators to come back to life. She had been SO close! So close… She felt like she could cry.
Alex dropped the diced onion into the pan, medium heat, a little salt and pepper; and after 10 minutes, they were nicely softened. That should be long enough, he thought. Time to add the spice.
70%
Becca let out a scream so loud that Alex heard it all the way down in the kitchen. The vibrator had come back to life at a punishing speed, the shock hitting Becca like a bucket of ice cold water. It was overwhelming. It was too much. It was amazing.
Alex could feel himself getting hard again, just imagining how much she must be thrashing against her bonds, and he wished so much that he could have had a camera on her. That's as good an incentive as any, he thought, to find a new paying gig as soon as possible!
He poured the water and coconut milk into the pan, and turned the heat down to simmer.
20%
Becca was in another world. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd survived. And whatever that… with the work… Oh, who cares. None of that mattered anymore. Those evil, wonderful little metal thingies had vibrated her into another plane of existence, and out there the weather there was just fine.
10%
"Hey, dinner's almost ready."
When Alex's fingers touched her, ever so lightly, Becca almost jumped out of her skin. He let her down easy; untying her ankles, and carefully lowering her down flat onto the bed.
She was burned out.
0%
"Man, I really did do a good job, didn't I?" he said, running his fingers over her pussy, still captivated by the feel of it.
Behind the tape, Becca was screaming for Alex to stop. He reached towards her face, curious to know what all the fuss was about… then stopped in his tracks. Better to keep her mouth covered for what he needed to do next.
*RIP*
Becca's eyes flashed red. Alex had shaved her and vibed her into oblivion, and now - when she was at her most sensitive… She was going to murder him. Her foot made contact with Alex's face and… Yeah, okay, he thought, I probably deserved that. Still, he had the good sense to stand well clear before peeling off the rest of the tape.
As much as Becca hated Alex, she had to admit, he'd made an amazing curry. It almost took her mind off how tender things were 'down there'. Though, she couldn't seem to help shifting about as she ate. If this keeps up, she thought, I'll have to work from home tomorrow. The thought of being in the office for 8 hours with that 'sensation' between her legs…
They really were good vibrators, though.
"This kiwi curry's GORGEOUS, my love."
She couldn't wait to try them again.