Here is my "unique and intimate" event that I alluded to in the post that started this thread. While it might sound like something from the "Penthouse Letters" section, it is true and the memory of it is haunting. I was asked/ordered by one of the most intimidating women I have ever met or sessioned with to groom her... down there. I tried to do research on it the past few days but there was nothing that explains this act/order in a BDSM context.
The background of the story goes like this. I saw her listing in the mid 2000s in the female bodybuilder/wrestling site. Her picture show a gorgeous figure, but no face. She had a non-session part time business. When I met her, saw that face and long honey blonde hair, she looked like classic Hollywood star. The lady wasn't a bodybuilder/wrestler either. She is / was in the performing arts, an athlete and fitness expert... who was a Dominatrix, no question. Retired from the scene now, she is almost 6 ft. barefoot and 165 lbs., and her specialties included: scissoring and getting a sub into a variety of wrestling pins, but it was all one way, not competitive; foot and leg worship; roleplay; and lift and carry. About that last specialty, in our first session she told me to sit on her lap. (I am 6 ft. 1 in. and then 225 lbs. or so) Wearing high heels she picked me up in a cradle position, walked over to her hotel bed with me in her arms and threw me on it like I weighed 25 lbs. I was intimidated and in deep subspace from then on.
For a half dozen years we'd session once or twice a year in her city (my hotel or twice in her home) or at her hotel. She loved the "Amazon Queen" roleplay and there was nothing like her in a leopard string bikini and matching backless high heels. Her main fetish, her turn on, was control. She was never nude in session. She never touched the head below my waist, and sometimes I left without releasing myself. (I was allowed to call her later on for permission.) Eventually she let me pleasure her - not my idea. I was in so deep I requested GS. I never appealed to me before meeting here, and she resisted, telling me I might not enjoy it. But she made it so and it was wonderful. By that point we had many discussions about the scene, and in due course, talked about our lives. The lady was married and divorced once. A year or two before she retired and began a new career outside of the scene, she mentioned that her father introduced her to a guy, older than her but not as old as her Dad who had some cash, and they began dating. Marriage began to be discussed, they had a common background, hobbies, but she all but said this was mainly about financial security.
In our second to last session I was in her city, she visited me and while she had the "Amazon Queen" persona going from the time we met in the lobby of my hotel, I could tell her aloof and authoritative attitude was as intimidating as ever, but different. As the session began she ordered me to worship her feet and legs while she was lying back on the bed with at least four pillows. She ordered me to stop, removed her bikini bottom and said, "I want you to shave me. My razor and cream are in the bathroom. Get it." Flabbergasted, I broke out of character and said something like, "Are you sure? I've never..." and she said, "Just do it." I went into the bathroom and quickly remembered how my old time barber would give me a straight razor shave and went back with hot and dry towels and the equipment and carefully did the deed. She thanked me when I was done, I was allowed to pleasure her and she left. The Mistress never did marry that guy. I advised a bit when asked when she left sessions and went back to her full time career, and went out to dinner a couple of times after that and she said goodbye. In control to the end. Strange story. If anyone has any thoughts on this feel free to post or message.
