Can we talk about pubic grooming for a moment?

In a Female-Led Relationship, grooming is a quiet, daily way Mistresses reinforce power. A submissive man’s appearance is always managed, serving as a direct reflection of his obedience. That’s the theory, anyway. In practice, I just learned the hard way that trying to please multiple Dommes at once is an absolute impossibility.

To give you some context, I am a weekly task submissive. While I’m owned by Mistress Déesse, I also submit to Mizz Geena and Mrs. Annie. Mistress strictly prefers my pubic area to remain entirely natural. Personally, if I had a say in the matter (which, let’s be honest, I absolutely don’t), I would prefer the lawn to be a bit more manicured.

The trouble began during my intake photos, when Mizz Geena made a passing remark about my grooming. Even though I preferred a cleaner look, I had been strictly adhering to Mistress Déesse’s natural preference—after all, She owns my body, including the hair on it. But the next time I was in the shower doing some routine gardening, Mizz Geena’s comment echoed in my head. In a moment of absolute, unconscious foolishness, I let my hand slip and accidentally pruned a bit too much off the shrubbery.

Well, I got in trouble. Real trouble.

You know when your Dommes hold a private conference about you, it is never a good sign. It’s the kinky equivalent of getting a note from the principal saying, “See me after class.” The punishment wasn’t swift, mostly because Mistress was secretly and sadistically relishing the anticipation. When the moment finally arrived—having already been reprimanded for over-pruning the forbidden bush—I found myself securely bound to a table: both ankles and wrists locked down, blindfolded, and completely sound-deprived by a pair of heavy noise-canceling headphone. I was left there for thirty minutes—reckoning with my transgression and preparing myself for the lashings I was sure to receive. 

And then, Mistress brought out the hot wax.

At first, I had no idea what She was doing to my body. She proceeded to wax my entire private landscape, twig and berries included.  And when I say all, I mean every single strand. Having never been waxed before, I can officially confirm it hurts like a muther… well, you know. The most comically agonizing part? The noise-canceling headset perfectly trapped the sound of my own pain shrieks, but inside my head, I could still hear Mistress’s sadistic laughter as She thoroughly amused herself strip by strip.

All of a sudden  – in one week – I didn’t have anything down there any more. Seriously, I’m bald from the eyebrows down.

Let this be a lesson to my fellow submissives: when it comes to trimming the underbrush, stick to your Mistress’s manscape plan, or prepare to face the wax.