My first instinct after sex was to cuddle, as we almost always did. But I was able to control myself - after all, I was now her master and had expectations to meet. I wanted her to feel that she belonged to me. Not just during sex, when I had just commanded her to do something, but a constant reminder that she had submitted and had to obey me, even if what I demanded was actually repugnant to her.

‘Wait a moment!’ I said to her and went briefly into the bathroom, then into the bedroom, where I prepared a few things.

Then I called her over and instructed her to make herself comfortable on the bed. I had laid two towels on it and ordered her to lie down in the middle.

I then told her what I had in mind for her: ‘You said you wanted to belong to me completely and do everything I asked of you... there's something you've always resisted until now - today we're going to make it happen: I'm going to shave your pussy completely bare!’

The reader should remember that the events described here took place in the mid-1990s in a very sheltered, rural region. At that time, intimate shaving was something you saw in fetish magazines at best; most women were, at most, a little trimmed. Shaving completely bare was unusual, to say the least; it almost only occurred in preparation for some kind of surgical procedure and was not the norm as it is today.

My girlfriend at the time had always objected when I brought it up, first referring to showering after school sports and later, when we had finished grammar school and had our own student appartments in the next big city, she replied with something like, ‘What will the gynaecologist think when I have another appointment?’ or ‘What if my mother bursts into the bathroom while I'm showering?’

This time was no different; her previous boldness had vanished, and I could clearly sense that she was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of soon having a completely hairless pussy. But I wouldn't accept any objections: ‘You told me you'd do anything I wanted – are you going to chicken out now already? Do I have to tie you to the bed first, or will you be a good girl and keep still?’.

She grimaced and remained silent. And obediently opened her legs when I told her to, so I could start shaving her. Now I knew that I really was in complete control.

When I was done and she was smooth and hairless, I gave her another rule to follow: from now on, she had to shave every day and then come to me naked, stand in front of me with her legs apart and her arms crossed behind her head, and ask me to inspect her shave. I also told her that I would punish her for every single stray hair.

‘And while we're on the subject: you talked back to me earlier when I told you what I had in mind. Come here and bend over my lap!’ She looked at me sheepishly, bit her lower lip, but did as she was told. She received 10 strokes with the flat of my hand on each buttock and had to count them out loud.

I then ordered her back onto the bed, legs spread wide, presenting her now hairless pussy to me. It was obvious at first glance that she was extremely aroused - her outer labia were reddened, almost purple from the strong blood flow, and her vulva was noticeably open. I asked her to explore herself, to play with herself, to experience how it felt without any pubic hair.

A blush of shame rose to her face, but she obediently complied and caressed herself before my eyes, her right hand on her cunt, and a little later, when she lost her last inhibitions out of sheer horniness, she helped herself with her left hand, playing with her breasts.

It was a real treat to see her so completely exposed, open and aroused in front of me and to be able to watch her masturbate. It took a little effort and self-control not to jump on her right away - my cock was rock hard and throbbing noticeably. Nevertheless, I let her continue playing with herself for the time being; she came several times and so loudly that I thought the neighbours would come and complain.

‘I think you should thank me for shaving your pussy and letting you masturbate in front of me - you haven't been this horny in a while!’ I said to her after she had calmed down a little. Suddenly, her face turned red again. ‘Thank you!’ she replied quietly. ‘For what?’ I asked hypocritically. ‘For shaving me and letting me masturbate in front of you,’ she replied. ‘For shaving me and letting me masturbate in front of you, what?’ I pressed. ‘For shaving me and letting me masturbate in front of you, sir,’ she replied, lowering her gaze.

I kissed her on the mouth. ‘Now it's my turn!’ I exclaimed, ‘Come on, give me another blow job!’

She looked me briefly in the eyes, smiled, and then crawled towards me on all fours. When she reached me, she opened her lips and began to satisfy me with her mouth again. I felt that I wouldn't be able to hold out for long due to my pent-up lust. So I let her continue for a while, enjoying her tongue playing on my glans and how she licked my shaft. Then I grabbed her head with one hand, held her hair with the other, and started fucking her mouth. Without much consideration, I simply satisfied my lust on her. She dug her hands into my thighs but played along, even though she couldn't quite keep up with my pace. Soon, saliva was running down her chin.

When I felt I was ready, I pulled it out of her mouth and continued jerking off while holding her head right in front of my cock until I sprayed my cum on her face.

It was her first facial; getting cum in her mouth or even swallowing it was taboo for her, and I had respected that until now - but that was about to change!