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Forever Smooth (Part Two)

10 September 2021 /

It has been all change for us recently as a family. Since being priced out of renting our current home, we had decided to move halfway across the county for a better and healthier life. My husband has been told he would be mostly working from home permanently (as long as he could go in once a month, all would be good), and it doesn’t matter to Victoria or me where we were based. So, we decided to head north to a less polluted atmosphere and a more leisurely pace of life. But this monumental decision lead to a little more urgency about a number of things, including our hair clearing exploits. We wanted our electrologist to finish the job, so we accelerated the treatments, but we really didn’t help by extending the scope. I do think that last bit was somewhat inevitable.

My husband first had his armpits and balls cleared and followed with his shoulders and ass. He certainly got the bug, because having decided he loved the feeling of hair free balls, he decided to have what our electrologist calls a “Boy Shorts Clearance”, this being a strip all around the body, encompassing the pubes, balls, frenulum, and ass, with his chest and back hair being nicely shaped just above the waist (also dealing with his asymmetrical back hair problem). Finally, he decided he was going to keep his facial hair, but he did have her remove a good number of stubbornly thick hairs from under his chin on his neck; that made the task of shaving a lot easier.

So, he did keep hair on his chest, back, arms and legs, but cleared everything else, and he really loves it. I was just pleased that what he had left looked very sexy. I love running my fingers through his chest hair, but equally, I love getting my tongue into his ass crack, running it along his frenulum and sucking on his balls, now all are hair-free. It is the best of all worlds, and already both Vicki and I are spending more time with our mouths connected to his ass and balls, and that can only be a good thing!

As for Vicki and me, a couple of weeks after the events in part one, my husband managed to get us to just be honest with ourselves, and admit we were both going to be hair-free from the neck down. We were dancing round the decision, but in our hearts, I think we all knew exactly where we were going to end up. Vicki loved the smoothness of my hair free legs and could barely stop stroking them. I loved her pube-free cunt and really didn’t want to stop licking it. Not getting pubes in your teeth really does encourage more mouth to body action. Vicki has grown obsessed with armpits and is now licking them on an almost daily basis.

I think it is the perfect silky smoothness that makes all the difference. Electrolysis is expensive, but for me, it is worth every penny. We were very “touchy” before this but are unbelievably so now. We do full body moisturising sessions as well, making the most of that silky smoothness. As much as I would love to say the effects of being hair-free on the mouth is the best thing about it, I think it is the effect it has on stockings. With nothing to catch on the stockings, I can now use the ultra-fine ones in safety, and that feeling of pulling a fine silky stocking up smoothly is wonderous.

Laura was certainly surprised by our hairlessness (as she knew nothing about it, and it was 22 months since she last saw me naked), but over the time she spent fucking us just before we moved, she really got to love the hair-free experience, so at her request, we introduced her to our electrologist. Laura won’t tell us what she has planned, but I’d put money on another hair-free from the neck down. Time to sell a few more pairs of panties to pay for it, girl!

Being cleared of all pubic hair is somewhat of a massive turnaround for me. For years after being told at school that pubic hair is important and should be left alone, I wouldn’t touch it. I even managed to equate the hairlessness of porn back to pre-pubescence, and therefore turn it into a massive no-no. Over time, I was accepting of it more and more on others, but would not countenance it on me. Even though previous boyfriends had virtually begged, I could not get that linking out of my head, regardless of how many people I spoke to about it and how much porn I saw. It was a block, a massive red line.

Slowly, over the time he’s been with me, my husband has chipped away at my hang-ups, firstly through just trimming my natural pubic mass (which was fairly fine hair, so never covered that much anyway), through shaving (and then quickly onto waxing as shaving irritated), but this last decision was all me. I was finally prepared to kill the connection, and to go permanently hairless, and I have to admit it is one of the best decisions I’ve made. Even how water feels as it runs over your body is so much nicer.

And last weekend, I decided I wanted to share my new hairless body with the world (well, a small part of the world anyway), so all three of us went to our first ever naturist swimming event at a local swimming pool. I have to admit I felt really proud of my new look, and enjoyed people being able to see me in my full glory. Of course, being a naturist event, nobody was thinking sexually, but it was just nice to let my hairlessness all out.

We’ll definitely be back. The people were lovely, and we went had a little outdoor clothed picnic with some of them afterwards. But we’ll be back mostly because I loved the feeling of diving into the pool with unleashed tits, and I loved the feeling of the water flowing over my silky smooth naked body. Vicki could go up onto the higher diving board, and she said that the forces acting on her tits were amazing as she dived in. I really must pluck up the courage to dive off that higher board in the future, but for the moment, I could revel in the forces on my tits as I entered from the side, and how amazing the water felt sliding across my hairless body. As somebody who is sensitive to movement, I feel these things acutely. I’ve swum in the sea topless countless times before, and always enjoyed the feeling on my tits, but diving into a swimming pool is something else.

Being hairless is about us. About removing those annoyances like shaving and waxing. About being able to lick cunt or ass without getting hair in your teeth. About being able to do a cake sit on a whim, rather than having to prepare in advance. Being hair-free below the neck is great; I never knew it would be so good!

Forever Smooth (Part One)

4 May 2021 /

So, what couldn’t I wait to be allowed to do again? Two things really, and not being able to do either had been a real downer for me during the lockdowns.

The first one was sex parties. I missed them. I missed the glory of watching other people have mind-blowing sex, I missed having an audience, I missed the visual feast, I missed the intoxicating sounds and smells, and I missed the exhilaration of performing. We have plans for a few sex parties, and they’ll set the house on fire when we can do them. Hopefully, that will be soon.

The second one was electrolysis. Having planned some treatments last autumn, I was stopped the day before the treatment plan was due to start, and 4 months later, I have only just got started. That has been a very frustrating time, but the delay turned out quite emboldening.

You see, me having electrolysis is not without precedent – about nineteen years ago, I helped a friend out who needed someone to do electrolysis on for her college qualification, by volunteering my armpits to have the hair removed. Now electrolysis is painful, but a few hours of pain has produced nineteen years of virtually hair free armpits, which I consider to be a very good deal. (Also, how painful is it really compared to 30 strokes on the ass with a tawse?) At the time, I got the electrolysis for a bargain price, but I haven’t been able to afford commercial electrolysis to have more done.

Well, one night during the first lockdown, we ended up discussing body hair, and it turns out all three of us have bits we’d like to have done. My husband had been shaving his armpits since well before lockdown started; he found it did wonders for smell and fancied making it permanent. Vicki, having seen and licked my armpits, wanted hers done too. And me? I hate my leg hair, I hate shaving leg hair, and I hate the way the slightest bit catches and interferes with stockings.

My husband of course rather fancied Vicki and I both being hair free below the neck, even though he did enjoy waxing our pubes. Neither Vicki nor I were sure whether we wanted to go that far, although I did like her idea of leaving pubes in a heart shape and clearing the rest.

My husband did point out how much hair was an impediment to cake sits, which is why he waxed us both to within an inch of our lives the day before. Trying to suck icing out of pubes is very annoying, and I hate getting pubes stuck between my teeth, but it would be fantastic to be cake sit ready at all times and therefore able to have an impromptu cake sit.

Now, I like my man to have a little fuzz on his chest, some hair to run my hands through, and his chest hair is so fine and soft, it is lovely to snuggle against.

But there is certain hair on his body that I wanted to deal with. He had a strip over each shoulder that made him look like he’s wearing a tabard, and his back hair wasn’t symmetrical, so I thought it would be good if this was all tidied up with some nice shaping towards the top of his body. Vicki isn’t keen on back hair at all and would like him to lose it completely. I wouldn’t mind that one bit. The other thing I’d like to deal with is his balls and round to his ass. Both Vicki and I would suck his balls and lick his ass a lot more if they were hair free. Obviously, there is a lot there to excite him.

Now I know these sound like easy decisions, but as my armpits showed, these are permanent changes. It is not like you can decide you have made a mistake and just let the hair grow back. Once they’ve been done, there is no changing your mind. No winter fuzz and summer shave, no deciding you want a pubey triangle after years of being hair free. Once you’ve had the electrolysis done, there is no going back, and therefore it is a big decision. We could have waxed our whole bodies as a test for whether we liked it, but none of us fancied the hassle of waxing everything – that is why we were considering electrolysis in the first place.

As we were still earning pretty near full money throughout the lockdown, and we were saving through the combination of Victoria moving in and a lack of commuting, we could afford to splash out a little. So last November, we booked a consultation with an electrologist with a very good reputation. All three of us talked through our desires and concerns and each had committed to a first step – leg clearance for me and armpits for Vicki and my husband, but as I said, we never actually got started.

But it turned out that the wait did us good. It allowed us to think each think it through without any particular pressure. The longer we went on, we were all frustrated and emboldened: I went all “take it all off. I’m not having this again. All of it!” (Actually, when I described it to our electrologist, she thought it was hilarious, but she suggested we start with the legs anyway). Vicki had decided on armpits, pubes, and ass (to be cake sit ready), and my husband decided on armpits, balls, ass, and shoulders. That’s a lot of electrolysis between the three of us, and we did get a bulk discount!

And with the enforced wait, the more each of us was thinking of having removed. Vicki had suggested my husband have his pubes cleared too, which would leave him with isolated patches of hair on his chest and possibly his back, as well as his legs. She found some pictures online of hair done this way, and I have to say, if it was done well, it would be nice. I was still thinking full clearance (apart from the pube heart) for me, particularly to be cake sit ready, and Vicki might yet do her legs, which would amount to a full clearance for her. We’ll each be able to check out the other’s bodies before making a decision to press on, and I can see smoothness only encouraging us more. I suspect my husband might be proved right, as I can see Vicki and I ending up with no hair at all below our hairlines, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I told you I’d come over all “take it all off!”

So, we all got sixty minute slots roughly every two weeks to get us started, and we are two sessions in. My legs and thighs have had the thickest hairs removed, and so I’m currently left with just the soft fine hairs. She’s also started on my ass, as I want to be cake sit ready for my birthday next month. My husband’s armpits and balls are mostly cleared, and his shoulders and ass have had the thickest hairs removed. Vicki’s armpits and ass are mostly cleared, and her pubes and bikini line are being cleared from the outside in.

Our electrologist is very meticulous, but also very quick, and if we all want everything cleared, we should need no more than 6 more sessions (followed by the occasional follow-ups over the coming year). So, by late summer, we should have removed all the hair we are going to, and we should be ready for sex parties, cake sits, nudist beach visits, naturist gatherings, swingers clubs or anything else we hope to get up to!

Sexual Distractions, Orgasms, Pain and Distress

8 August 2020 /

What happened to me over the winter has led me to realise what powerful tools we have in sexual activity, distraction techniques, orgasms, and even carefully selected pain in dealing with the things that ail me.

The clues have been there for some time. I’ve mentioned before how much my mental health suffers if I don’t have enough sex, so sex and orgasms certainly improve my mental wellbeing.

I think it is well known that having orgasms during your period can often help to significantly reduce period pain and can shorten your period. It certainly did both with me, to such an extent that I had to have orgasms many times a day whilst I was bleeding purely for pain management.

I’ve also never understood why women say they have a headache as an excuse to get out of sex. I’ve always found that sex and orgasms normally take the edge off my headache, even if it is the type of headache that hasn’t responded to medication.

Throughout our relationship, my husband and I have deployed sexual activity to manage my anxiety (which only flares up occasionally now but used to be really bad). My childhood meant that I was always anxious, especially about friendships and sexual relationships. That was particularly acute in the early days of my relationship with my now-husband, and I mentioned it one day when he was at work. He suggested I put my comfortable (yet sizable) butt plug in, sat in my really soft teddy bear dressing gown, and imagined he was wrapped around me hugging me with his cock in my ass.

When he got in, I was somewhat less anxious, but he thought he could do better. He sat naked on the settee, with me getting his cock hard with my hands, whilst he removed the butt plug and lubed up my asshole again. Then, I lowered myself onto his cock, him guiding it into my awaiting asshole. I realised that I had the butt plug in my asshole for the longest I ever had, so when he removed it, my asshole was gaping a little. It made his cock entering me rather easy.

He wrapped his arms round me, grabbing a good handful of tit in each hand, thereby completing the cocooned feeling. I was in bliss, and what was left on my anxiety fell away.

He roughly kneaded, groped, and squeezed my tits, which he knows I love, and when I felt his cock lose just a little of its structural integrity, he started to rock a little, just to bring his cock back to complete hardness.

Once his rocking was no longer enough, I started to ride him. I was in Anal Reverse Cowgirl, so I was in charge of how deep he got, and after me riding him got his cock growing again, he got very deep. He was still holding on to my tits and my movements were making them twist and drag which only heightened my excitement, and his growing just before he came was the last straw and I had a very rare orgasm with no cunt contact.

Since then, wearing the butt plug when I’m a little anxious invokes those and other good memories and therefore calms me down. I guess it works the same way as a comfort blanket, something familiar that you can feel the physical sensation on your body, with a link to good memories and feelings.

I’ve also found that a butt plug helps to reduce stress by distracting you with its physical presence (because you can always feel it in). For example, good feelings interrupt the build-up of anger and frustration, thereby keeping me calm.

But the biggest evidence to support this has been recently in the early stages of coming off gluten. I had tremendous pain deep inside the bones of my shoulders and the painkillers I had didn’t touch it. It turns out that my bone pain was due to my lack of nutrient absorption when I was glutened, so when I started taking supplements, the bones hurt from suddenly absorbing a glut of nutrients. My husband tried massage on me, but as it wasn’t tissue pain that had little effect. So, he suggested he try to distract me with some sex and some orgasms.

His cock filled my cunt for a while, and that brought a smile to my face, yet it wasn’t enough. So, after he’d cum, he got my wand, set it to maximum power, revealed my clit from inside its protective cocoon and applied the wand to it. My body instinctively tried to twist away from the wand, yet he managed to hold me in place and brought me to a hard orgasm. The relief from pain was fabulous, but after a few minutes, the pain started to come back. I told him I wanted another orgasm but was much more wriggly than last time.

He stopped after a bit of wriggling and loaded me into Victoria’s under bed restraints. I had never used them before (although he had used them with Vicki, as she loves them). I had always been very wary of restraints, but I agreed this time because I needed the orgasms, and I knew as my clit got more tender, I would wriggle harder to get away, even though my brain desperately wanted the orgasms.

My legs were wide apart and my arms slightly so, cuffed to the headboard. He turned the wand on and quite firmly applied it to my clit. My body tried to twist away, but it couldn’t get away and my poor clit was now solely dependent on his mercy for some relief, and that mercy wasn’t forthcoming. Over the course of the evening, I had orgasm after orgasm, each one giving my pain a little relief. My clit was the most swollen and engorged that I’ve ever seen it, yet the distraction and orgasms did their job, and for a few hours, my deep pain was significantly reduced. And I have to admit that I enjoyed not being able to escape the wand.

But there comes a point where a girl can’t orgasm again for a while. I was still in pain, so he thought of another distraction technique, and that was a good hard sustained spanking. My brain seems to only be able to focus on one source of pain at a time, so his theory was that if he spanked or paddled my ass enough, my brain will switch from deep bone pain to my spanked ass pain.

I was desperate for pain relief that worked, so I gave it a go. As he started spanking me, I felt the sensations of flesh meeting flesh, but any pain was drowned out. He quickly moved on to the soft side of the paddle and then the hard side, focussing on his favourite up and under stroke. He thought that focussing on one spot would maximise the pain I felt, and it was the pain that was important.

After a few dozen strokes with the hard side, I realised that my ass was feeling rather painful, but at the same time, the bone pain had really subsided. The tactic was clearly working, and I find the pain of a well spanked ass very pleasurable. He carried on paddling my ass, and it really fucking hurt, but my shoulders didn’t, and it allowed me to get to sleep, enjoying the throbbing in my ass rather than in my shoulders.

He repeated things the following day with similar success, and the day after, the shoulder pain was subsiding, so these techniques weren’t necessary. These techniques definitely work for me though and will be deployed again in the future. Sex isn’t just for fun and babies.

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