Sex Slave

Martha started to say, "Well, to tell you the truth," but Steven interrupted her and placed his finger to her lips.

"Martha, you are not to say another thing. You've decided to start a diet today. Believe me when I say you'll be grateful to me in the future. You may seem overweight on the outside, but inside you have a physique that is just stunning." Martha's face reddened with anger, but Steven continued. "I am aware of anything that might divert your attention away from your hunger. We're going to get rid of all of that unattractive feminine hair and make you as smooth as a newborn baby. As a part of your morning toilette, we will do this task for you each and every day "he continued, pronouncing the term in a manner typical of the French language.

Martha did not have an option but to shake his hand since he extended it to her. He guided her once again through the entrance of her jail and all the way to the restroom. She sat down this time when he pointed to the restroom because she knew that if she didn't, she would certainly have another accident if she didn't sit down.

As she became a fiery red and was temporarily unable to pee, Steven observed her with a smile on his face as she went through the experience. However, need triumphed over propriety, and before long a continuous stream of hot water spilled into the toilet, much to Martha's chagrin and relief. During the time that Steven was filling the tub with warm water, he had her kneel on the bath mat. The room was filled with a wonderful aroma of sandalwood and a tinge of lavender when he added something from a nice glass container.

She obeyed his command and went into the building. When I finally gave in and sank into the warm water, I was greeted by the most heavenly aroma. The cane thrashing gave her derriere a painful ache. The warmth of the water helped her relax, and she even let out a little sigh of contentment as a result of the effect it had on her. It seems that Steven is content. He proceeded to apply the soap to her skin carefully, and then he poured some of the water from the bathtub into a pitcher made of porcelain to rinse her off.

Taking a tiny bottle he continued, "This is a specialized oil that is excellent for use in the shaving process. It will maintain your skin as soft as a baby's bottom. Martha, you really do have the most beautiful skin. Were you aware of that?" Martha was unaware of the information. She was not at all accustomed to receiving praises, yet despite this, she was delighted by the comment in some hidden part of her. She was not at all used to receiving compliments.

"Now, maintain a very motionless posture and do what you are instructed, and everything will work out well. We do not want any kind of nicks, thus it is imperative that you follow me. Do you understand what I mean? The only marks that Richard will be interested in seeing on you are the ones that he creates himself." When he made that comment, Martha felt a chill down her spine, and then her eyes got wide as he pulled out a massive and heavy looking razor from his pocket. He instructed her to elevate one leg at a time, starting with the lower one. His movements were deliberate and fluid, and he completed the task in record time. The next area he touched was Martha's underarms, which made things more difficult for her since she was easily tickled and was also embarrassed that he was caressing her so intimately. However, she was able to endure it, and he eventually gave up.

ow, let's get out of the tub together. I want to shave your pussy while you're sitting on the counter so we can do it together. The bathtub is not the best place for this activity."

"Oh, God. I beg you, refrain from doing it. It was too much for me to bear. I'm imploring you..." He was careful not to hurt her.

"Martha, you need to calm down. You are aware of the guidelines. Our master Richard doesn't like hair. Especially disgusting hairy tiny twats, which is what he refers to them as. It is not up to either you or me to decide, and it is also not up to anybody else. If you don't cooperate, I'll have to bring in Richard to do it for you, and trust me when I say that he doesn't mind a little amount of blood in the least."

When Martha considered her own blood, particularly in that area, she became pale and felt herself beginning to stagger, and her head began to spin. She got out of the tub in an obedient manner and stood there still while Steven dried her off with a towel. He placed a clean towel on the counter and indicated for her to pull herself up while waiting for her to do so.

"Good. Now, open up your leg space. Oh, please stop, I've been seeing your nudity for the last several hours. Please get over this problem with your sense of modesty! It's getting to be a really laborious process." He slapped severely at her thighs, and Martha unwillingly spread them a few inches. Steven put down the razor and began to use his bare hands to spread her legs as far as possible. "Now. If you even try to shut them, I will rope your legs apart and kick you in the shins. Do you understand?"

Martha's eyes were tightly closed, but she maintained a space between her legs. First, Steven took a tiny pair of scissors used for barbers and removed as much of the curls as he could by cutting them. Fearful of the sharp, cold blades that were so close to her sensitive areas, Martha made an effort to be extremely motionless. Steven put the scissors down, content in the knowledge that he had used them to their full potential.

As he squirted some of the heated oil into his fingers and stroked it gently around Martha's labia, Martha could feel the softness and warmth of the oil. It was an odd feeling, and maybe even a pleasant one, if she was capable of acknowledging such a thing. Martha had never touched herself since she had been brought up to believe that doing so is a sin. A novel experience was being engendered by him as he worked. She had an unusual mixture of embarrassment and pleasure, and she wished to shut her legs but was afraid to do so since she didn't dare.

When Steven rubbed her pussy lips, he grazed over the clit, and he observed that she suddenly took a breath and then let out a short moan. He was attentive, and he noted both of these things.