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The Razor Strop

by magic_tantra on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I purchased my first razor strop at a cutlery store at my wife's request. We had read a story in an adult magazine about how effective the razor strop was on bare flesh. I was actually embarrassed going into this cutlery shop not knowing what with the manager was going to say when I purchased the strop. I also decided buy a straight razor thinking that Mistr...

Losing My Manhood

by magic_tantra on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Once Mistress got used to using the razor strop it became her favorite way to discipline me. The strop hung in my bathroom proudly patiently waiting its time for Mistress to order me to take it down for another whipping. Mistress found was the strop did not break the skin yet left wide red marks that healed in less then a day. The punishment that the strop g...

Edwina's New Life

by justincbenedict on May 23, 2018
BDSM

Edwina gritted her teeth as 19 year old Kipling Searle swung the razor strop around, landing it across Edwina's left breast. Hanging as she was from a rafter in her own garage, it was one heck of a swat. Kipling had been driving his older brother, Keating's Mustang, drunk, and had rammed the back of Edwina's Subaru. Kip had almost immediately sobered up,...

Community Service

by justincbenedict on Jun 19, 2018
BDSM

WHACK! Verner Wasowicz's buttocks stung bitterly, and he closed his eyes. His tightie whities and trousers were clogging his ankles, but he wiggled his legs as Charyn's strop landed across his lower buttocks. THWACK! "Love your Fruit of the Looms there, Vernie. Quite appropriately named. FRUIT." Charyn laughed, and Verner looked over his head to see Char...

Shaving

by catchercradle on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

I guess it started back during my six years in the forces. Walking past a barbers shop in Turkey, Tom bet me that I would never be able to shave myself using the cut throat razor that the proprietor of the establishment in question wielded so effortlessly. I told him that I would have it nailed in two weeks and that I would even be able to do it without cu...

Shaving Rituals!

by magic_tantra on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

(Included in this article are three shaving rituals that the author has participated in. The stories are embellished but I definitely experienced every ritual! These rituals are for adults only and only recommended in a female domination situation. Enjoy!) Ritual 1: Shaving Asscheeks with a Straight Razor! For a mistress shaving her slave can be another wa...

He-Bitch

by SkinandSin on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The taste of things forbidden is always sweetest in dark shot through with blades of pale light, Gem muses as she let the dark curtain of her waist-length curls fall over a bare, flawless shoulder. She gazes down at the fair head bent over her knee-high leather boots, at the milky skin of the man's shoulder that is limned and impaled by sharp slivers of mo...

Letter From St. Louis

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom... I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house...she's 23 and a hellion! I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. Can I be...

Well Disciplined Husband Ch. 02

by MsCarol on Dec 31, 2017
BDSM

"Does he always do what you ask of him, Agnes?" inquired Janice. "He seems so docile and almost afraid of you! How did you get him to be this way?" Agnes sipped her drink and replied, "Well it took a couple of years after we were married to get him fully trained to serve my every wish. That meant a lot of trips over my knee having a harsh spanking with my h...

Educating Caesar Ch. 05

by NeedfulThings on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Roxanna stood outside the Temple of Venus, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight. She had left her offering and said her prayers as she had done every market interval since her arrival in the city. She was dressed in a deep blue chiton. A strophium of the same material and color was tied beneath her breasts and a matching belt emphasized her...