2025-01-10 - Partial Play Session with Tim - I Made a Mistake

Posted on January 10, 2025
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I made a mistake this past week. I’m supposed to keep up with the IPL on the Fridays that Tim and I aren’t playing. I have approval to do it on Saturday because I can usually find some time Saturday morning, but Fridays can be tricky between work and being dead, or at least brain-dead, after work. Most of the time I just use the IPL and be done with it. Well, IPL works best when it’s on shaved skin. The longer the hair is, the less effective it is, and the more it can hurt because there’s more hair to heat up. So I decided, screw it, I’ll just shave and then do the IPL.

Well, when Tim shaves me, he’s using an electric shaver and it’s not flush to my skin. But all I have are the standard disposable razors which is going to scrape my skin as it works. (Can you see where this is going?)

I used to shave when I was younger. I stopped because my skin didn’t like it, and it’s not like I wear clothes that show my legs or my armpits, or anything like that. So I stopped. I went years without shaving. Maybe as long as 10 years? And before that I was never particularly diligent about it. I’d shave when I felt like it and didn’t really do regular maintenance.

So I didn’t think it would be that bad.
And I was wrong.

I wasn’t going for perfect shaving, I just wanted to run the razor over the areas I was going to hit with the IPL and however much it got would be good enough. Just wanted to reduce the hair. That went great. I shaved my armpits, my crotch, and did a couple stripes on one leg, but decided it wasn’t worth doing because the hair on my legs is thinning out and I didn’t think the benefit was enough for the time involved. I did the IPL as I went. Shave an area, IPL that area, move on.

After I was completely done with shaving and IPL, the stripe on my leg started feeling very irritated. Fun. At least I hadn’t done all my legs. Later on my armpits were a little irritated. The next day, everything I had shaved was a little irritated. Nothing awful, but it was quite annoying.

I swear some parts of my crotch were itchy like every fucking day for the rest of the week. Not fun.

Okay so maybe using a normal disposable was a bad idea. Lesson learned.

But wait, there’s more!

Come Friday, and it turns out that the area over my pubic bone is covered in ingrown hairs. But not red irritated spots. Instead I have hairs that have grown between the layers of skin so they’re dark lines on my skin, but the shaver can’t shave them because there’s a super thin layer of skin holding them down.

Great. Just. Wonderful. If left on their own, they might break free and grow normally, or they might grow in more and become the red irritated ingrown hairs. And they would again be too long for the IPL to function right, making each flash hotter. But not “hot” in the sexy fun sense, “hot” as in heat, like painful heat when using the IPL.

After a few minutes of internal debate I cautiously suggested using something sharp to break them free. He said he was already considering tweezers which I wasn’t sure about. His thought was that he could pull them free, but that would only work if only a small part of them was under skin and it just needed to be lifted. No the hair would need to be picked out from under the skin and the top layer would likely need to be broken.

I suggested a sewing needle, because it’s thin and sharp. Oh, well, he has some pins right here… No. Pins are thicker and aren’t as sharp. I’ve tried using pins for things like splinters and they don’t work nearly as well as a sewing needle. So. He went and got his sewing kit and pulled out a needle.

Flat, sarcastic “yay.”

So, there I was, naked, laying flat on my back, with Tim running a sharp sewing needle over the skin between my legs, while I held as still as I possibly could. He went over each hair one-by-one with the needle-tip, breaking them free from my skin so he could shave them down.

It was really nerve-wracking, but also really hot.

He, of course, wanted me to tell him if anything became too much for me – either physically or if the anxiety of it became too much. Neither of us wanted me to panic, but I knew I was fine. I do have an issue with needles but I don’t mean sewing needles. Those occupy an entirely separate space in my head.

Although he was technically breaking skin, he never actually “broke the skin” in the sense of making me bleed; no bleeding today, thanks! He was only working with the top-layer of my skin so for the most part it didn’t hurt. He was using the sharp point to tear open the top thin layer of skin by scraping the needle across the trapped hair, then lifting it free. It was mostly a soft scratching feeling. Although I could occasionally feel a little more and it sometimes got uncomfortable, it was never a deep sharp pain.

I was fine… but it was when he scraped a little harder and I felt it, and I made a little squeak, and he replied dismissively with “you’re fine” that I just melted. The familiar chemical tingle washed through me and my breathing sped up as I became very aroused. Not only was I trusting him with a sharp object against my skin between my legs, but then add in that dominant attitude and I was absolutely lost. I was no longer just letting him shave me, but I was submitting to him working on me, no matter what method that meant.

No, Tim, I’m not fine. I’m more than fine. This is fucking hot.

I had a surprising number of hairs that needed to be broken free. He spent almost as long working on breaking out the ingrown hairs as he did with actually shaving all my hair off. And as much as it sucked, it’s also incredibly tempting to use a razor like that again, because I genuinely loved that tiny danger aspect and letting him do what he wanted to me.

However, I will not be doing that, as tempting as it is, because he’s already told me it’s not good for my skin and he doesn’t want me doing that. So I won’t. Even if the process was really hot. Even if it is more exciting… and doing what I’m told in this instance feels like the more boring option… and laying under his attention while he carefully adjusts my body is really fucking hot…

Wait, what was I saying? Oh, right. I’m going to be good, I swear.

Because Tim keeps insisting I’m a good pet, and I want him to keep thinking that, so I would never sabotage my body for some fun times.

At least…
… not if my owner doesn’t want me to.

After that, was the usual shower rinse-off, then play session. It was a good night. But the moment I keep coming back to was all about that needle scraping at my skin, not only because he wanted to get those hairs out for shaving, but also to prevent potential problems with ingrown hairs going too long. He takes care of me, and sometimes that’s going to be hard for me. He got as close as he wanted, as detailed as he wanted, and did what he wanted with me.

And I fucking love that.