No, I don't mind

Lana smiles and gets off the bed, walking up to you, and around you. “We’ll have so much fun together,” she promises. “Now close your eyes and put your hands behind your back.”

You obey, just as you have been doing so far, and she fastens the handcuffs around your wrists. She then leads you to a chair and sits you down.

“Keep your eyes closed,” she whispers in your ear, and you feel her unbuttoning your shirt, then she moves down and you hear the sound of unzipping. “Can see you’re excited, I am too, and need to get to this area for what I have planned.” You feel her tongue against you for far too short a time. “No peeping.”

There’s silence, apart from Lana’s footsteps walking away, and then music starts playing. “You can open them now,” she says, and you open them to see Lana dancing provocatively in front of you, her blouse now fully unbuttoned. She’s carrying a can, and she sprays foam onto her breasts.

Lana smiles, as she sways, dancing around you, on you, rubbing herself against you, the foam getting everywhere. You wish your hands weren’t handcuffed as you smell her perfume, feel her skin, gaze at her curves. She sprays some more foam into her hand and rubs it on your head, then down below, rubbing you the right way.

“The fun’s about to begin,” she says, as she takes off her blouse, and unfastens her miniskirt, leaving just her red bra and panties. That’s when the music moves onto the next track, and you recognise it from Reservoir Dogs, as Lana suddenly pulls out a cut-throat razor and then continues her gyrations, but your eyes are torn between her perfect body and the flashing razor that she swings around.

She sits down on your lap, grinding herself against you, and waves the razor in your face. “Bet you can guess what’s coming next,” she says, running her hand through your hair, and putting the razor to your throat.

“Smooth turns me on,” she says, as she moves the razor across your skin, shaving through the foam. “I blame that sexy Lex, turned me against hair,” she continues, as she moves the razor to your head, and her other hand to her panties. “I practise what I preach of course,” she says, “as you’ll find out if you’re good... and I’m bad.”

The blade goes all over your body, everywhere. You sit there, more smooth and hairless than you’ve
ever been, unsure of what’s she going to do next.

She walks away, and then comes back naked except for a smile. She was right about liking smooth. In her hand she has a bottle of after shave lotion. “This may sting a little.”