Because I prefer THIS much hotter tub…

“So I don’t get to shave you?” I whined, as we climbed out of the tub.

“Good. No, you absolutely can not shave me.” He dabbed some aftershave on my mons.

“Ow! That burns.”

“Perfect. That’s what happens when you talk back to your Master.” He frowned, and took the moist facecloth away. “Wait. You said pussy torture was a 2. Soft limit.”

"Calendula, take me away!"
“Calendula, take me away!”
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