Plucked

         In my many years of enjoying fetishes I have tried many things. I have never been into pain very deeply. Here a twisted nipple and there a bite. Pain was something that made me feel a little alive while I was numb from the blows of everyday life. But down inside I was a wimp as far as pain is concerned. Well I still am that hasn’t changed it probably never will. But as with a lot of things my tastes and enjoyments have all changed since I met the Incredible Mixtrix. My senses and emotions have been opened up by the bombardment of the shear energy that Mixtrix emits. She lives life with more gusto than anyone I have ever met or even imagined possible .She is a special being, and as She promised the first night we spoke She has changed my life forever.

       The most recent fetish that Mixtrix has introduced into my life is “plucking”. I know, it sounds like something someone would do to a chicken. Well the first time that Mixtrix pulled out Her tweezers and approached my face I was unsure how I should react. Then She grabbed my head and started plucking hairs out of my face. Well at first it was just some from my cheek area and it was no big deal I am a tough man ,on the outside. Then She hit the mustache area right under my nose and It was a different thing entirely. The pain at least to me was intense enough to cause me to wince despite my manly efforts not to .I am not too proud to admit I shed a tear or a hundred. And after every bout She would proudly hold each hair in front of my face and point out proudly how the roots were always still attached.

       During the most recent trip to visit Mixtrix this past weekend She took it to another level Instead of just the one visit to my facial hair with the magic tweezers She kept at it. She would pluck out ten hairs all the way to the root at a time. Basically until I begged for a respite. And then ten minutes later She would be at it again. After the third or fourth time I just closed my eyes and thought to myself that I cant keep acting like a crying weak little boy in front of her. So I reached back into my past and found a nice dark quiet “safe place” in the back of my mind that I had created to survive my mother's insanity and just crouched in there. Away from all the pain and fear .And before I knew it Mixtrix was slapping my face as hard as She could ,to bring me back to my senses. Telling me that that the current fun game of “plucking “ was over. Mixtrix told me that She has been looking for a man dumb enough to let her pluck his whole face but all previous subs would chicken out after at the most five hairs. Because this has been such a dream of Hers I wouldn't dare deny her this pleasure. So I had to find a way to take it. And take it I have. In fact on the drive home I kept wishing that I was back in Tennessee getting “plucked “ until My Goddess was completely done with all my facial hairs. I guess this would be considered a type of body modification as She makes shaving obsolete in my life. Mixtrix has free rein to alter my body in any way She desires, for She really is my Owner and I am her property.