Becky behaved perfectly while I shaved her. I could not have asked for more.
"Do you understand why I'm doing this?" I said, drawing the razor across the top of her pubic 'V' for the first time. Her silken hairs felt like damp moss on a hillside in spring, now softened further by the soap and water. They came away easily and cleanly and I watched the honey-brown fibres swirl away from the razor-head when I dipped it in the water after each harvest.
"Yes, I think so."
"What do you understand it to mean, Becky? Can you explain to me?"
She sniffed and nodded, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "Is it because I am to belong to you and you alone, and this is a kind of symbolic initiation where I give myself over to you completely?"
"Very good, Becky, excellent! I could not have put it better myself. You have understood perfectly your new status. This important procedure will confirm your position in relation to your mistress. It will help consolidate our special relationship."
When I had finished shaving her I bathed the red rawness around her vagina with cotton wool infused with a mild disinfectant. I held her against me with an arm locked around her waist and the cotton wad pressed firm against the newly shorn flesh of her pubic mound. The sting took her breath away. She gave a small inward cry, almost a sigh. I held her tight until she adjusted to the pain and until I felt the defensive tension leave her body. Then I relaxed my hold and lovingly soothed her tender pubis with butterfly-light dabs until all was reasonably sanitised.
When I had finished her vaginal ablutions and after-care I kissed her tenderly, feeling the small bruise on her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue where I had bitten her earlier. There was no taste of blood now, although I considered re-opening the wound, but that would have been too cruel. I then took her by the hand and led her through to the bedroom where everything was ready.
"Stand beside the bed, Becky."
She looked around her. The curtains were drawn closed and a small lamp glowed on a bedside table either side of the double bed. I allowed her to take in the subdued but gently threatening atmosphere of the room. I had managed to create a dark but sensual feel with my improvised props and I silently congratulated myself on the success of my efforts.
She gazed at the bed, her eyes alighting on the flesh-coloured satin bedcover embossed with a floral pattern, and the four black satin ribbons tied loosely at each corner of the bed. I stroked the back of her neck and she shivered at my touch. But it was not cold in that room. I feasted my eyes over her virginal, unmarked flesh, noting the jutting attitude of her impudent bottom in sharp contrast to the valley that was the small of her tanned back. My hands trembled with a pent-up energy, the like of which I had never known before. It was indeed a very special moment.
All was ready for the major part of Becky's conversion, and it was high time I executed my salacious plan to the full.
