Heart

Trust and a Straight Razor

Added 2025-08-11 02:43:03 +0000 UTC

You can tell these are daddy hands.

My former dom loved this game, he loved any game where my job was to be still and good while he did scary things.

He was steady with a straight razor, there was a romance to it. He would sharpen it on a leather strap while I soaked in the bath and watched him. Then came the bristly brush, the shaving cream that he whipped up (it smelled like him). I loved to watch his face, his focus as he slid the blade across my skin.

I liked the caretaking part; he ran the bath with bubbles and a bath-bomb, he undressed me slowly, set up candles, set up his camera so we could watch the dirty parts again later. If I was good, and didn’t flinch, I would get a big reward after.

My favourite part was when he would help me step out of the bath, wrap me up in a big fluffy towel, and use a second towel to start gently drying me off. And then I’d lay on his bed like a princess, he’d apply lotion to my skin, massaging it in, fussing over me like you would a baby. It was blissful. I was always glowing afterwards.

I found these on an old hard drive and they made me smile. I like remembering the nice parts.