shaving is one of those things people outside this lifestyle do not always understand. when you are owned, truly owned, the choice is not yours. she owns the decision.

fully smooth? trimmed? full natural growth? that is up to her.

and it is not just pubes either. chest, pits, back, ass, face, head. every inch becomes part of her presentation choices. your body turns into something curated for her tastes, her moods, and sometimes her entertainment.

truth is, every winter Madam has me grow everything out downstairs into a full bush. and she plans ahead too. it takes me a good six or seven weeks without shaving to get properly overgrown, so she starts the process well before she wants the final look.

and yes, there is a reason.

apparently there are a surprising number of women with a very specific appreciation for a submissive man with a generously sized cock hidden in a thick, glorious bush. who knew? not duckie. but Madam absolutely did.

every year she hosts what we jokingly call the “bush party.” and i swear, the attendees treat my furry situation like it is some kind of endangered art exhibit.

the comments i get are unbelievable.

“oh my god, look at it.”
“so natural.”
“that is magnificent.”

ladies… it is just hair. a lot of hair.

it becomes a very busy night for duckie. lots of attention. lots of teasing. lots of women wanting to inspect, touch, fluff, or simply admire Madam’s handiwork. or lack of handiwork, technically.

and the funniest part? by the end of the season, i usually kind of like it too. then spring arrives, Madam hands me a razor, and suddenly the jungle disappears overnight.

owned means she decides.

even the landscaping.