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I got home from work a little early, not wanting much more than to lay
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down and take a nap, or at least close my eyes and let my mind drift.
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My S.O. was here, in the bedroom, sitting on the bed, drawing. I went
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in and laid down, with my head beside her, looking up at her, drawing.
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She stared at my face and saw a zit. Not a big one, just a little one,
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but, you know how it is when you're working on something like a drawing
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and any little distraction needs to be attended to immediately, so she had
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to do something about it.
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That over with, she starts looking at the hairs growing in the corners of
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my mouth. Normally I pluck them, because they grow so close to the lip,
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but I've been busy for a couple of weeks and haven't attended to that
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little matter. So she plucks a few of them; sadist! It is, in fact,
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mildly arousing. I joke about this. It is known between us that in fact
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having my ear hairs plucked is indeed something I find arousing, so she
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goes hunting for those. My dick is getting hard, so she sits on top of me
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and plucks a few strays growing on the bridge of my nose. "Ow! I don't
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like that at ALL!" My dick is getting harder. "I'm bratting. he he he".
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Of course, she knows that.
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She takes off her belt and ties my hands with it. And she takes off her
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pants, and sits on top of me once again. She goes back to the corners of
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my mouth, and I just lie back to enjoy the experience.
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With the supply of hairs in the corners of my mouth soon depleted, she
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must move on to other pastures. She moves along the lower lip.. Some of
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them really hurt. She pulls a few right in the middle, and I
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involuntarily lick my lip and make funny mumbling sounds. And I laugh.
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She moves on to the strays growing on my upper face. When she pulls fast,
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it always hurts. But when she pulls slow, some of them pull out
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relatively easily, while other little fuckers hurt like hell. There seems
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to be no real rhyme or reason. "Ow ow ow!" I say, and then laugh, and we
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do this repeatedly. She takes off my pants, and plucks a few underneath
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my nose, and they REALLY hurt. "Poor baby...", she says. "I won't pluck
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any in your nose though, unless you ask. That really hurts, I've done it
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to myself, I sure wouldn't want anyone else to." I didn't ask; there's
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consensual, and then there's voluntary. My face has these little stingy
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points on it from the hairs being pulled out; feels good.
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She rises to her knees, and takes the tips of the tweezers now and
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scraaaatches them down my stomach and down one leg. Just one leg..
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Arrrrg!
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My penis has gotten a little less than rock-hard. She lifts it up straight
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(so I can't really see what she's doing), and pulls a hair out from the
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base, right above the balls. Reeeealy slowly. "Ow ow ow oh fuck shit
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damn!" And she does it AGAIN! And AGAIN! And my stupid dick gets hard
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again!
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"That wasn't really three hairs, you know. That was the same hair. I just
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pulled on it three times." Sadist.
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"Hmmmm..." she says, and starts looking around. So, she's going to pluck
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hairs on my balls. She's looking for a distraction. She's found one; a
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string of clothespins. Oh good, clothespins on my nipples. WRONG!!
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She starts down on the seam, and is clamping them to my scrotum, up one
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side. She gets to my penis and keeps going. About number three or four,
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one really really hurts. "Ow ow ow ow oh please!" I whine, complain,
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whimper. She takes that one off. She's probably really looking at how
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hard my dick is, and not really paying a damned bit of attention to what
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I'm saying though.
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She reaches for another string of clothespins, and goes up the other side
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of my scrotum, and keeps on going. This time I let her go, and she stops
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short of the head, opting to put the remaining few on my stomach. And
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she pulls a few more hairs. Then she starts pulling the clothespins off,
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relatively randomly; a few of them really make me hit the roof. I scream.
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Anyway, when she's done, I haven't had an orgasm, but I have that spent
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sensation, and now I really want to take a nap and I close my eyes, and
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she takes the bath brush and she's stroking my stomach and my balls and my
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penis and normally it would be uncomfortable, but it's extremely pleasant
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right now.
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I kind of drift off to sleep (I think). Then next thing I know she's got a
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different brush with harder bristles, and she's working on my balls again.
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I open my eyes and look at the brush, and it's the hairbrush with the
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channel down the back (the one that leaves welts that look sort of like
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cane marks). Hmmm... She pulls more hairs around the base of my penis.
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It's rather pleasant this time around.... funny thing about pain
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thresholds.
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"Roll over." (oh boy oh boy oh boy) I comply. She brushes my ass and
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thighs with the hair brush, before giving it a few stingy whaps. She
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brushes some more. She's going easy on me today. Then a few more whaps...
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whap whap whap WHAP! "Aieeeegh!" Now wait a sec, that last one wasn't
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the hair brush.... didn't have as much sting, and it came down with a LOT
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of force. The bath brush. I should'a known. sadist.
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Now she brushes me with the bath brush some more. Then she lies down and
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masturbates next to me. After a while I get up and sit down at the
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computer on my somewhat red ass, and that's where I am right now, writing
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this down.
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She plucks her eyebrows. I'm sure she wouldn't mind some help.. And there
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are a few stray hairs on your labia, my dear...
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