I was lying in bed last night after a caning, and Master was tugging on my bush.
Rip! Hey, ouch!
He came away with a few hairs in his fingers. Rip, rip, rip. Each time he yanked the hairs, he commanded me to have an orgasm, and I did. Then he began counting down each yank, and making me wait longer between orgasms.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6.... come!
I had a small, but growing, fluffball of hairs piled up on my stomach.
The worst was when he blew on the pile to scatter them- right up my nose, in my mouth, all in the bed. Gaaaak!
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