I am probably from a generation that while shaving legs and under arms was the norm, shaving pubic hair was not. For me, a person who always grew hair a plenty this was something of a relief. The idea of spending my entire life in the bathroom, summer and winter did not appeal. That is not to say that I didn’t fancy walking around with less hair, but just that the effort was too much, unless that is, I was due to wear a bikini any day soon.
Over the years friends told me of their waxing, epilator and laser / electrolysis experiences, but I wasn’t sure the pain and effort was worth it. After all, it isn’t as if that part of my body was being seen by anyone very often. Hubby preferred sex in the dark but went on quite a bit about me shaving and occasionally I did as he asked, as if I were granting him a special treat. I guess that is what it was. I remember him being extremely grateful for the effort I took when we travelled to California for his 50th. It didn’t improve our sex life, but he seemed happy.
It wasn’t until I became involved with S though, that I willingly shaved myself for another person. Luckily there were significant gaps between our meetings, as is often the case in a long distance relationship, but I was keen to please. I was new to this submission lark and embraced his wishes with gusto. I used a combination of hair removal creams such as Nair and a razor, but think that if things had continued in that vein I would have tried laser or something.
When I met Master I was bare. He said little about this for the first few months, but then decided that he wished me to grow my hair, stating in our contract that:
Girl will maintain a tuft of hair on her mound for her Master’s use and pleasure
That use and pleasure is so he has something to wipe his cock on or to aim for when he wants to dump his prize upon me.
While the hair grows in more places than I would like, it has taken some time to reach its full potential, maybe it is an age and menopause thing.
From time to time he has got out his razor and shaving cream and created the shape he likes because my hair growth can be quite unruly (much as he likes to suggest I am unruly as a slave, but that’s another issue entirely). Generally though I try to keep my hair trimmed and away from the tops of my legs using cream and shaving. All in all, I have now come a complete circle.
The difference now is that if he decided tomorrow that he wished me to be completely bare I would do as he wished and do so gladly. And pretty much without any kind of argument or evidence of brattiness or unruliness.
As you can see from this photo, the tally was 11 and I have my pubic hair in tact. Just as he likes!
I only started shaving in my 30's but I can't imagine stopping now. I did try just for this prompt but the moment I got my picture off it went.
Mollyxxx
I saw your post. I guess I like the look and feel of a newly shaved mound, and what I have now is actually harder to look after. But it is what I have since he dictates on this.
One of the things I asked early on as our relationship transformed into D/s is he didn't ask me to grow my pubes, luckily he respected my wishes when he understood my reasons. It makes me so uncomfortable. I tried for two weeks for this post and I shied away from him as I felt itchy, hot and unsexy.