It was a dark and stormy night. It really, really was actually! Master had gotten home from work a short while before, and we were waiting on our pizza to come out of the oven for dinner. Master told me a couple weeks back that if you mew at the top of your lungs during a thunderstorm, then the thunder couldn’t get you. So, when the thunder came in, I mewed and Master jokingly told me that I would need to mew louder than that. LOL. In my defense, the windows were open and I didn’t want to disturb the neighbors, of course.
While we were waiting for our pizza Master told me that if the storm didn’t die down before we were finished dinner, he was going to shave the back of my head with a razor. It’s not that he probably wouldn’t have done it anyway, it’s just that he had something else planned for the evening that was going to require it to be a bit quieter outside. Oh well. I thought that shaving the back of my head sounded like fun (but, you know me, I’m typically up for anything!) and I admit I was hoping that the storm didn’t die down. I am just silly like that.
Well, lucky me! The storm didn’t die down, so Master brought me upstairs after we finished eating and he had me strip and sit on the toilet facing away from him so that I could be as still as possible while he shaved my head. I haven’t had my head shaved with a razor and shaving cream in a very long time, and it was a nice treat. Master lathered me up, and slowly shaved my head using his Headblade. I love those things.
When he was done, he had me get in the shower to wash all the cream off and to make sure no stray bits of hair were left around. After my hair dried, he came over and started rubbing the back of my head.
“Does that feel nice all smooth now, Kitty?”
“Do you like when Master rubs his fingers on your smooth nape?”
Of course, I’m really always happy to do anything for Master. Bonus points if that thing I just did makes him want to rub me more. I’m such a slut for rubbies.