Imagine Mick's surprise when this dispatch from our Senior Correspondent slid under my electronic transom yesterday afternoon! Sounds like she's trying to get back on the payroll too!
Thank You, Donna.
Bill is an Inspection
Dom. He likes for me to shower first thing in the morning and present to him
with teeth brushed, body scrubbed, and the only hair he wants on my body is on
my head, and that should be freshly shampooed and blown dry.
That’s really not asking
too much, except for that shaved everywhere situation. I sometimes run into
stubble trouble. Bill really doesn’t want to feel a five o’clock shadow when he
runs his hands over my pussy, so I was looking for a solution when I ran across
an article that suggested using a combination of shaving cream and baby oil
along with a Venus razor.
I could do that!
I picked up my supplies
at the local grocery store. They had the razor and the suggested brand of
shaving cream, but the only baby oil they had was baby oil gel. Okay, close
enough.
The next morning, excited
to surprise Bill with the smoothest pussy ever, I headed for the shower while
Bill slept in. Nice hot water, good shampoo, a washing up and then the shaving
process began. The razor and shaving cream worked well, right up to the point I
added the gel on top. The gel made the razor blade all gooey and wouldn’t come
off. I tried using the wash cloth to wipe it off and I tried blasting it with
hot water from the shower head, but that goo was there to stay. Well, crap! I
closed the lid on the baby gel, but that puppy was slick and started to slip
through my hands. I must have grabbed at it a bit too hard because the gel came
shooting up out of that thing landing on the floor of the shower. Oops.
What could I do? The only
other razor in the shower was Bill’s, so I grabbed it and began again, using
just the shaving cream and Bill’s razor. Things seemed to go well.
This may be the time to
remind you that I am a wheelchair person, so I use a shower chair but Bill
stands in the shower. That information is about to become relevant.
I finished getting ready
and headed into the bedroom for presentation. Bill barely picked his head up
off the pillow and said he had a headache, that I should go have my coffee and
let him sleep a little longer. So I did.
In a little while I heard
the water in the shower start up and I started wheeling for the bathroom as
fast as I could. I hadn’t had the chance yet to tell Bill the shower floor
might be a little slick. Just as I turned the corner at the end of the hallway,
I heard a whack and knew that Bill had lost his balance and crashed into the
side of the shower. Whoops!
I opened the bathroom
door, and yelling over the running water I shouted, “Honey, are you okay? I was
going to tell you about the shower being a little slick from some baby gel I
used, but time got away from me.” He stuck his head out of the shower and I saw
a little rivulet of blood running down his cheek. “And did you also plan, but
fail, to tell me you neglected to change out my razor blade after you used it
to shave your pussy and legs?” he asked in a deep monotone. Gulp.
I waited until he stepped
out and began toweling, and then tried to take his mind off the subject of the
razor by asking if he felt better after his shower. He responded that once he
realized he needed to grip with his toes in order to stay upright in the
shower, and then managed to stop the bleeding caused by the dull razor, it went
quite well, thank you. I knew that look and that tone of voice. Crap!
My butt still has a rosy
glow. In fact, if Rudolph isn’t available on Christmas Eve, Bill may offer me
to fly red-butt first, leading Santa’s sleigh. Donna with the Red-Butt
