This is a mildly funny story, i find it funny anyway. my friend and i enjoy trying new things together and i'm learning how to trust another person. One time He waves me into the bathroom (i'm naked, we just got done playing) and i walk in, look around, and then see Him shaking a can of shaving cream in His hand with a wicked smile on His face. i booked ass outta there. A few mins later i gave in and let Him shave me. (okay i was tied down legs spread). He did such a nice job shaving me. Now i'm not some hairy person, i trim and shave it up all nice and pretty, but He just had to have it bnd bald and shinny. *rolls her eyes*

i go home, wake up the next morning in this horrid pain and itching tween my legs. OMG MY PUSSY IS RED AS ALL AND ITCHIESSSSSSSSS. grumbling i got on with the day. The next morning He calls and askes if i wantta go out. i'm shy and still alittle freaked out about my pussy. i give in (cause i just love spending time with Him) and we go out to dinner. i texted Him, cause really who wants the whole place to know your pussy is sore and red from shavings? i nicely say my only limit is that my panties stay on. He smiles and agrees. We get going and head back to His place, AGAIN i tell Him i wasn't kindding, tonight that was my hard limit.

Walk in the door, "take your top and bra off". i puddle and do so, He starts roping me up. i was enjoying it to an extent, some how i was in an off mood. He takes my Pants off. Then, with my hands tied above my head, He reaches to take off my panties.

It happened really fast, i yelled red, but before i could get the word out of my mouth my feet were kicking the shit outta Him, 2 good kicks to His thigh, another hit to His knee. And the whole time He's trying to be nice and pull them back up and untie me as quickly as He can with this pissy sub kicking the hell outta Him.

Once He gets me down and i stop kicking and screaming red, He goes, You know with that safe word of Yours, all you have to say is RED, you don't have to kick the fucking hell outta me or keep screaming it.

i blinked a few times and said, oh well i thought you didn't hear me.

i we gave up on the scene and just cuddled for the rest of the night. . . moral of the story: communication is key.

~j~