Razor's Edge: A Submissive's Plea

Andrea had fallen head over heels one afternoon as she and Gabriel strolled through Les Puces, one of the largest flea markets in Paris. Peering deep into an antiquarian furniture shop, she spotted the most beautiful item she had ever hoped to see. The 1920s barber chair reminded her of going to the barber shop with her dad as a girl, the memories of light conversations, the smells of men’s hair products, and the bonds between father and daughter flooding back.

The chair—a classic icon of vintage grooming—boasted rich burgundy leather upholstery that, although worn with time, still exuded elegance and luxury. Its shiny, chrome-plated metal accents gleamed under the light, highlighting its meticulous craftsmanship. The chair had a hydraulic mechanism that could smoothly move it up and down to the barber’s desired height. A sturdy, ornate footrest offered comfort for clients, while padded armrests and a supportive headrest ensured relaxation during long grooming sessions. The robust frame, with intricate detailing, combined functionality and timeless style. It also featured a hefty, solid base, adding to its stability and grandeur. Andrea could not let the opportunity to buy it slip away.

“Gabriel, I really would love that in our den,” she said, almost pleading.

Gabriel looked at the chair, then at his wife. Her eyes pleaded, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. He loved that she loved it. He was unable to say no.

“Consider it done,” he replied. “It’s yours.”

Andrea wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Gabriel knew that for the rest of the afternoon, she would do anything he asked of her to show her gratitude.

*****

A few days later, Andrea was alone at the apartment at 42 Rue Anselment when the buzzer rang, and two hefty delivery men rang the buzzer and delivered the chair to the apartment. It looked terrific in the decor of the den. She smiled and wondered how she would once again thank Gabriel for her gift, and then the nub of a perfect idea popped into her mind.

That afternoon, she prepared herself in line with the rules set down by her Master, Gabriel. She made an appointment at the beautician, had her nails painted black, and had her hair cut and tied back in a tight ponytail. She had her legs and pussy waxed and shaved her underarms. Then she made two stops at the Boutique de Lingerie, where she bought brand-new black lingerie. Gabriel always wanted her in something new when they played their games. The second stop was to buy Gabriel a little gift she was sure he would genuinely enjoy.

Andrea then went home to get ready. Once she felt everything was ready, she changed into her new lingerie, placed her leather submissive choker around her neck, and looked at herself in the mirror. She admired her beauty and her confidence. Her long, black hair was pulled back, revealing her beautiful face and her piercing, almond-shaped, blue eyes. She had always felt comfortable and confident with her looks, even if her husband had been more drawn to her intelligence and personality than her looks.

Her attention was drawn by the rickety screech of the elevator as it opened on the landing. She heard the key slip into the lock and the door swing through its opening arc. Gabriel’s eyes widened, and his smile grew across his face when he saw Andrea kneeling on the floor by the doorway to the den. Her head was bowed, and her legs neatly tucked under her petite body as her palms rested on her thighs facing up. Behind her, the chair was placed in the middle of the den, the light from the evening Parisian afternoon shining through the shutters, leaving shadows of the slats light and shadow across the leather.

“What’s all this, then, mon amour?” Gabriel asked.

Andrea left her gaze on the floor and responded with a purr. “Sir, I just wanted to express my gratitude for your generosity in buying me my chair. I’ve missed you terribly and couldn’t wait to welcome you home.”

“How did you think you might thank me?” Gabriel asked, stepping forward and cupping her chin in his hand, tilting her head up until their eyes met.

“May I make you comfortable, Sir? May I start by taking off your jacket, Sir?”

Gabriel nodded in agreement, and Andrea rose, her hands moving up the length of Gabriel’s torso from his waist to his shoulders. She gently removed his jacket and hung it in the hall closet. Gabriel stood and watched her as she padded back to him.

“And your shirt, Sir, may I take it off?” Andrea asked, her voice soft and submissive, her fingers already deftly undoing the buttons of Gabriel’s crisp, white cotton dress shirt. As his chest was revealed, Andrea ran her delicate hands over his body, tracing her fingers over his pecs and abs, before folding the shirt and placing it neatly on the table.

“Is that all? You have much more to take off, Sir, and you don’t appear too pleased.”

“No, I’m not Andrea, but if you want to prove how grateful you are to me, you can do a lot better. So far, this is a half-hearted effort.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you for pointing that out,” she said, her voice soft and submissive, “I will do better.” She could feel the twitch deep inside her as he chastised her a little.

Andrea knelt before Gabriel, her eyes gazing up into his, her hands resting on his belt. With her eyes still locked on his, she undid the buckle, pulled the belt from the loops, coiled it into a round and placed it on the hall table next to his shirt.

She unzipped his trousers, pulled them down and helped him step out of them.

She could see Gabriel’s cock harden under his underwear, and she could feel the wetness growing between her legs.

“Your shoes, Sir,” she said.

Andrea reached for Gabriel’s feet and helped him out of his shoes. Once he had stepped out of his trousers, she gathered his clothes, folded them neatly, and put them on the table.

“I’ll do better, Sir,” she whispered, knowing she was not supposed to argue. “Please forgive me, I know that I can do better, please tell me what to do.”

Gabriel nodded, and Andrea rose, her back straight, her eyes downcast, her legs parted slightly.

“Look at me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Their eyes met, and the intensity of his gaze made her wetter than she already was.

“Are you wet, slut?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Be a good slut and put your hands under your panties, stroke your clit for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gabriel watched as his wife’s hand disappeared into her panties. He watched as her hips began to roll and thrust, her fingers moving faster as her breathing deepened. Her fingers danced over the nub of her clit. The sensations moved up her body, warm light-headedness burrowing in her mind as her fingers flicked her clit.

“Enough,” he said. “Stop.”

Andrea pulled her hands from her panties. “Sir, may I please… may I taste you?”

Gabriel nodded, and Andrea moved her face forward and slid her mouth over his, licking his cock. Gabriel’s hips rolled, and she took his cock into her mouth, sucking it.

“Deeper,” he growled.

Andrea slid her mouth over his entire length, her tongue frolicking on the head of his dick. Gabriel’s head went back, his eyes closed.

“Cum,” he ordered.

Andrea’s muscles began to tense, and her hands reached up to find his hips, pulling him closer, her throat constricting around his.

“Yes,” she cried, and her body shook.

Gabriel released her, and as Andrea turned around and slumped onto the barber’s chair, she looked up at her Master.

“Thank you, Sir,” she panted, breathing heavy and trembling.

“My pleasure. I’m going to clean you up,” he said as his hands ran through her hair.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re a good slut,” he purred, kissing her.

Andrea smiled as she felt Gabriel’s hands tightened around her head, and he pulled her mouth onto him, the vibration of her gagging making him harder.

“Good girl,” he grunted, and Andrea’s body convulsed, her thighs clenching together, her toes curling.

“More,” he ordered, and Andrea’s moans filled the air.

She could feel the sensation rising inside her, and she wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch her swollen clit, but she didn’t. She was a good girl, and she was going to be punished and used for her Master’s pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Gabriel said, and Andrea’s legs trembled as she waited for his touch.

Gabriel moved his hand faster and faster, his fingers curled, and he found the soft spot in her ass and began rubbing it, the vibration of her gagging making her whole body shudder.

“Cum,” he ordered, and Andrea exploded, releasing all her pent-up pleasure.

Gabriel’s hips thrusting, his cock deep in her throat, she moaned, her body shaking violently. The scent of her arousal filled the room, and Gabriel reveled in the sight of his submissive in ecstasy.

“That’s a good girl,” he grunted, and as Andrea turned around and slumped onto the barber’s chair, she looked up at her Master.

“Thank you, Sir,” she panted, breathing heavy and trembling.

“My pleasure. I’m going to clean you up,” he said as his hands ran through her hair.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re a good slut,” he purred, kissing her.

Andrea smiled as she felt Gabriel’s hands tightened around her head, and he pulled her mouth onto him, the vibration of her gagging making him harder.

“Good girl,” he grunted, and Andrea’s body convulsed, her thighs clenching together, her toes curling.

“More,” he ordered, and Andrea’s moans filled the air.

She could feel the sensation rising inside her, and she wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch her swollen clit, but she didn’t. She was a good girl, and she was going to be punished and used for her Master’s pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Gabriel said, and Andrea’s legs trembled as she waited for his touch.

Gabriel moved his hand faster and faster, his fingers curled, and he found the soft spot in her ass and began rubbing it, the vibration of her gagging making her whole body shudder.

“Cum,” he ordered, and Andrea exploded, releasing all her pent-up pleasure.

Gabriel’s hips thrusting, his cock deep in her throat, she moaned, her body shaking violently. The scent of her arousal filled the room, and Gabriel reveled in the sight of his submissive in ecstasy.

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