Playing With Leanne II: Tweezers

This is a story featuring my slave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I have not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to read them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when I have completed writing the stories):

Playing with Leanne I

Playing with Leanne II: Tweezers

Playing with Leanne III: Red Hot Needles

Leanne Gives Up Her Safe Word

Leanne’s O Fantasy

The Crucifixion of Leanne

Leanne Sacrifices Her Clit

Leanne Moves In

Some of the tales do not really feature in a chronological order, because some of the events overlapped with some of the events above. These stories, so far, are detailed below. And some of the stories I simply cannot recall the correct chronology.

Leanne the Latex Nun

Reading to Leanne / Leanne Reading

Playing with Leanne II

The second time that Leanne came to see me she was wearing a long coat, as I had instructed. When I opened the door to her I could see her high-heeled shoes and fishnet stockings.

“Hand me the coat.” I commanded. Perhaps with a little bit of reluctance Leanne handed me the coat. She was now semi-naked on my doorstep. She had obeyed me in wearing shoes, stockings and suspenders under her long coat.

One thing in which she had not obeyed me, though, was to shave her bush off. She had not touched it. I grabbed her cunt hair and pulled her into my house by it.

“What did I say about not shaving?” I asked, sternly.

“You said that if I didn’t shave then you would pluck out each hair with a bunch of tweezers, as painfully as you could.” Leanne said. So that was the way that it was going to be. She wanted me to pluck her hair out painfully. Well, there was no way that I could back down. If I did I would rightfully lose all respect of this slave.

I could smell a fain aroma of arousal coming from Leanne. I touched a finger to her quim. It came away damp. Yes, the prospect of pain was definitely turning her on. She was a masochist, at least in her fantasies. But I had not yet pushed her all that far. So far she had only taken a light caning. We’d see just how masochist she was when I used the tweezers.

“Upstairs, on the bed.” I said. Leanne didn’t need to be told twice. She almost skipped up the stairs. It was clear that she had been looking forward to this.

She went into the playroom and laid herself down on the bed, on her back. She spread her legs as wide as they would go, offering her hairy cunt up for torture. And torture it would get.

“Will I need to chain you up?” I asked.

“Yes, please, Master Crowley.” she said. She was incorrigible. I sighed, and got out chains which I had already attached to the four corners of the bed. But first I buckled padded leather straps onto her wrists and ankles.

I did her arms first, attaching the chains to the bands around her wrists. I pulled her arms out as tightly as possible, using little padlocks to attach the chains. There was no way that she was getting out without the key (all of the tiny padlocks used the same keys, of which I had plenty).

Then I did her legs, spreading them out even wider than she had spread them. I could tell that she was already in discomfort. Good. It would only get worse.

I stripped off my clothes. I liked to work naked.

“Get ready for agony, slut.” I said. I picked up the tweezers and knelt on the bed, between her widespread legs. I had never got to use the tweezers before. All of my previous slaves and submissives had been clean-shaven.

Leanne didn’t say anything. But she was watching intently. She wanted to see what was happening to her.

I began pulling the hairs out of her cunt, trying to cause as much pain as possible. I didn’t just jerk the hair out, but stretched out the skin, until the hair finally gave way and pulled out. This was going to take a long time. But so much the better. I knew that she would be shaven from now on.

As I pulled out curly black hair after curly black hair Leanne began to get aroused. The signs were unmistakeable. Her labia thickened slightly, and opened up, revealing the hot pink wetness within. And she became very wet. I knew that it would not be long before there would be a wet patch on the bed. I could also smell the sweet sent of her arousal. I wondered if Leanne would come just from me plucking the hairs out. I wasn’t going to help her get off. But if she came just from the pain then so much the better. Even better, though, would be for her to go to the edge of orgasm but not quite over. I wanted her turned on, all through the process of denuding her hairy cunt.

I did her mons, and then the hairs around her arsehole. I left the hairs near her sopping cunt for last. I was going to have a little fun with those. Fun? I was rock hard. This was a real turn on for me. It took an effort of will on my part to not just plunge into her hot cunt. But that would surely have brought her off, and that was not my intent. No, I was going to save my spunk up from when she was about to leave. I had already decided that every visit would end first with me cumming all over her face, and then pissing in her mouth. I had begun not to cum myself between her visits, saving up my sperm so that she would have plenty of hot white cum dripping from her face when she went home.

I glanced up at her face. She had now closed her eyes, and almost seemed to be in some reverie. Her lips were slightly parted, and I could see the tip of her tongue. She made an erotic little oh sound every time that I pulled a pubic hair out.

It was now time to start on the hairs nearest to her open cunt. This was going to be good – fort me, if not Leanne. This time, I did not grab a hair with the tweezers, but the little bit of skin where the hair came out of the flesh. I pulled, taking not just the hair but a little bit of skin, as well. There was a little red mark where the hair had been.

Leanne did not scream. But she grunted as I did my evil work. I carried on, feverishly, pulling out hairs, roots, and a tiny bit of skin. By the time I was finished there were red marks all around Leanne’s labia. It looked like a lot of insect bites. I put the tweezers aside.

“If I ever see a single hair on your cunt again I will burn your cunt with alcohol. Then I will shave off the hairs on your head. And, furthermore, you will be expelled from my presence, never to see me again.”

“Thank you master, I will make sure that I am smooth in future, Thank you for my punishment?”

“Punishment?” I said. “That was not punishment, Leanne. That was simply performing a necessary operation. Your punishment is still to come. And since it was your pubis mound which offended me, that is where the punishment will come.

I got off the bed, my erection bobbing as I walked. I looked at my implements. I decided that something like a riding crop would be too severe, so early in our relationship. I wanted to cause pain, not real damage. I decided on a wide, leather slapper. It would cover her entire cuntal area with each stroke.

I climbed back on the bed, and stood with a foot either side of Leanne’s head. It allowed me to strike down between Leanne’s legs with great force. That was what I did, making Leanne sob with pain, as the leather strap reddened her cunt. Slap after slap hit her. I made sure that I caught her labia with every stroke.

I only stopped when my arm was too tired to whip Leanne any more. By then her whole cunt area was bright red. But I could still see her clit poking through its hood, massively engorged. I knew that it had been hit many times. But Leanne had stayed turned on.

“Did you cum at any stage?” I asked Leanne.

“No, Master Crowley.” Leanne said. “I almost did with the tweezers, before you began pulling out the hairs around my vagina. But I couldn’t quite get there.”

“Perhaps next time we meet you will cum.” I told Leanne. “But I am considering turning you into a real painslut, where you will only be able to cum from the pain.”

“Yes please, Master Crowley, I would like that.”

“We’ll see.” I said. I released Leanne from her bondage.

“No frigging yourself until you get home.” I said, knowing how badly she needed to cum. I knew that she would obey me.

“Yes, Master Crowley.” she said, submissively. She was one of the most natural submissives I had ever encountered.

“Kneel at my feet, slut.” I said. “I want to cum. It is time for you to thank me for your punishment.”

Leanne knelt at my feet, and gave me a great blowjob. It was only minutes before I was cumming all over her face.

“Remember, you are to leave my gift on your face until you are home. I want another selfie when you get home, showing that you did not wipe off me gift.”

“Yes, Master Crowley.” Leanne said. One eye was closed, as I had deposited a far bit of spunk on her eyelid. Gravity was slowly dragging it down her cheek.

“Time for your drink.” I said. I put my cock back in her mouth. I pissed, holding back so that she could drink it all. This time it was a lot more than on her first visit. I had drunk a lot of water before Leanne’s arrival, in anticipation of this, and it was a great relief for me to empty my bladder. I think that I surprised Leanne with how much piss she had to swallow. But swallow it all she did.

“Good girl.” I said. “You may go now. Contact me when you want to play again.”

I watched Leanne go down to her car, wearing only her suspenders and fishnet tights. She drove off. I smiled, looking forwards to the next time I would see the little slut.

The End.