Waxing

Nikki woke to the feeling of Tran and her assistant peeling the blankets off. For a moment she wasn’t sure where she was. She had been in a deep sleep, warmed by the heavy blankets, her body cradled by the contoured table on which she was lying. She struggled to put together the pieces. Oh yes -- oh – the tightness around her neck was her slave collar. The tingly/sore feeling in her ass was from the beating she had just gotten. The wetness in her cunt a constant presence, but definitely exacerbated by the cum that had been pumped into her by the slave in the hallway, Oliver.

She was a sex slave. Her status and position established; as she moved back into consciousness from her slumber, the awareness of her powerlessness rushed back in. She was here to be cared for, yes, but as a pet or a prized possession would be cared for. Her value would be enhanced by better grooming, so she was being groomed. It was not for her enjoyment. And if she enjoyed it, that enjoyment was for the pleasure of her owner, not for her.

She felt a sense of calm, of peace, that she had hardly ever, if ever, felt in her prior life, her life before becoming a slave. She felt at ease. She could imagine the future, but was powerless to affect it. So all the anxiety she normally felt – should I be doing this, or this, or that? Should I be worried about him or her? Should I consider this? Should I….All that anxiety was gone. There was no should. All she needed to do was be here.

It was all Mark’s responsibility. He would get the credit for a good sale, or the blame for a bad one. He would give her everything she needed. Have her do what she needed to do. She didn’t have to worry about the choices she was making or the mistakes either. She could just be.

It wasn’t just Mark either. Tran could make decisions for her. Tran would decide what was the best way to present Nikki. Tran knew the plan for Nikki’s night, she knew Charles Tilton’s tastes, she knew the atmosphere of the restaurant. She would make Nikki look the best she could look. Nikki’s mind flashed back to Tran yelling at her – obviously Tran could also take responsibility for other aspects of Nikki, her behavior, or even her sexuality. Nikki could still taste the flavor of Tran’s cum on her teeth.

Apparently the task of making Nikki look the best possible was to start right now. Tran was smoothing Nikki’s eyebrows, looking at the shape of her face. The feel of Tran’s fingers on her was soothing, Nikki felt infused with warmth as Tran combed down her brows and then started to snip the longer hairs with a pair of small scissors. The scissors tugged at her brow hairs slightly, the sensation traveling down along her scalp and down the back of her neck. Nikki could feel the contours of the table pressing up into the small of her back, behind her knees, comfortable, enveloping.

Then Tran dusted Nikki’s eyebrows with a powder puff, and reached over to the vat of hot wax, dipping a long thin flat stick into the wax. Tran held the wax covered stick up to her face, leaned forward, and blew on it. Then, Nikki felt the wax hit her brow, hot, almost scalding. She felt Tran spreading it carefully, exactly where she wanted to remove the hair. As it cooled she could feel it shrinking, tightening. It felt almost like a massage of some kind, some kind of a wrinkle treatment. It was smoothing the worry lines out of Nikki’s brow. Very nice. Tran took a small rectangle of tan muslin and rubbed it gently but firmly under Nikki’s brow. The combination of the heat, the tight feeling, and the rubbing was delicious. But the anticipation of what was to come diminished the pleasure.

Sure enough, Tran grasped the end of the cloth firmly with one hand, and pressed down on the center of Nikki’s forehead with the other. In one rapid ripping motion, Tran pulled the wax away from Nikki’s face. Nikki could feel each eyebrow hair being ripped out, the root being lifted out of it’s natural home. Each eyebrow a center of pain, and literally dozens being ripped out simultaneously. The pain was intense! Tears welled in Nikki’s eyes. She could feel the blood flowing to her forehead – could feel how red it was even without seeing it. Her mind immediately went to what was going to come; if this is how it felt to have her eyebrows done, how was it going to feel down THERE?

The eyebrows weren’t done yet. Tran worked carefully and efficiently to remove the hair below and above. She even carefully put wax between Nikki’s eyebrows and pulled out the hair between them. After she removed all the hair, she smoothed mineral oil on Nikki’s brows, removing all the excess wax, rubbing it into the skin and making Nikki feel even more cared for. When she was done with the brows, Tran carefully looked at the rest of Nikki’s face, poking, prodding, smoothing, making sure there were no stray hairs.

Nikki was used to being shown the finished product. This was similar enough, so far, to how it felt to have her eyebrows waxed back when she was just a normal woman; executive, homeowner, wife. But now the woman waxing her wasn’t going to get the little mirror and show her how it looked. Wasn’t going to ask her opinion of whether it should be narrower at the end, or more tapered towards the middle. Tran didn’t care what Nikki thought. The sense of helplessness filled Nikki with a surprising warmth. Although by now, she ought to be getting used to it!

Nikki’s underarms were next. Tran didn’t ask. Didn’t talk to her at all. Just grabbed her right wrist and lifted her hand over her head. Put the powder on first. There wasn’t much hair, she had been waxed recently, but Tran applied the hot wax evenly, smoothing it over the skin, and then rubbed the cloth on it to make it adhere to the wax. There was something incredibly trusting and intimate about letting Tran rub her armpits like this. Made Nikki feel vulnerable, made it clear to her that she had handed herself over to this woman that she was owned.

Tran did the other armpit. Again she rubbed oil into the recently waxed skin. She moved firmly and rapidly. It skirted the edge of being ticklish, and it was only the speed with which she moved which kept it from being intolerable.

Nikki knew what was coming. Nevertheless, it was shocking. As it was every time. Tran pushed Nikki’s legs apart. She lifted her under her knees, bending her legs, and then opened them like an accordion or a fan. Nikki’s feet were together, heel to heel, ball of the foot to ball of the foot. Her knees were flat to the table. Her thighs open, and her sex exposed. Nikki felt the lips part. Knew Tran could see right inside. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold herself still, to be perfectly compliant.

Then Tran had taken a handful of powder and was spreading it over Nikki’s pubic area. The intimacy of it! So business like, purposeful, but still her pussy. Tran was moving with the same efficiency and professionalism that she had used while waxing Nikki’s eyebrows and armpits. But this was her sex! She was touching Nikki’s labia, the curve of her ass. Nikki could feel the fleshy part of her mons moving from side to side as Tran moved her hand spreading the powder, the flesh reverberating and quivering, soft and warm.

Tran was examining her closely, looking at the hair, but seeing everything. The redness of the vaginal opening, slightly sore from Nikki’s recent sexual activity. The labia minor, darker red flaring out from the opening. The labia major, slightly lighter, but still engorged with blood. Nikki’s clit, small, with the little fold of flesh on top of it. And the whole area glistening, the deep recesses of her vagina oozing with arousal. All of it visible to Tran in this position. Tran spread her wider, holding her thigh away from the flesh of her labia, and rubbing her hand across, ostensibly to spread the powder, but having the effect of opening Nikki’s vagina wider.

Nikki felt so exposed. Lying on her back. Legs spread. Helpless, vulnerable. This wasn’t sex, but she HAD just given this woman an orgasm. This was a procedure. Done for some future benefit. But so intimate. So raw. Nikki was embarrassed, aroused, embarrassed by her arousal, the feelings flooding her, filling her, confusing her. She might just be waxed, or Tran might decide to dip her head down and press her mouth to Nikki’s cunt. She might put her fingers in, or the stick from the wax. She had the right to do whatever she wanted. Nikki’s mind reeled.

Tran was continuing on. She didn’t care what was going on in Nikki’s head. She had taken a stickfull of wax and was applying it to the area just above where Nikki’s inner thigh met her pubis. Tran was spreading the wax from there up towards the middle. Judging from what she had done in the past, she wasn’t going to make Nikki totally bald, just leave a small strip of hair down the middle.

Again the sensation of wax was pleasurable, but the pleasure muted by the anticipation of the pain. Tran rubbed the cloth into the wax. Nikki’s whole body shook with the feeling of it, each movement of Trans hand rocking her whole body, rubbing her head against the pillow, her legs shaking, almost the way they would if she was being fucked. Nikki relaxed into the sensation.

Then Tran held one hand on Nikki’s inner thigh, holding her open, and then with the other hand violently ripped the cloth off. AAAGGHHHH! The pain was intense. Shooting deep into Nikki. Each hair being ripped by the root. Feeling like it was being ripped out of her uterus. Nikki could feel the sweat break out behind her neck. The temptation to slam her legs shut and double over overwhelming. But knowing that she was not permitted this. That she needed to be a good girl. To let Tran do her work.

Tran was moving on. Applying more wax. Holding Nikki’s legs apart while she rubbed the cloth deep into the wax to make it adhere and then RIPPING it out. Tran carefully moved her way through the whole area. Systematically covering Nikki and removing all the hair. Nikki’s head was filled with the pain.

Oooooo… now Tran was holding Nikki’s labia open. Examining her more closely. Nikki could feel the wax being applied in a small line to the very edge of her inner labia. The wax so hot. The area so tender. Nikki knew that Tran knew what she was doing. Trusted her. Despite that, it was scary. What if the wax burned her? It was so hot. And now Tran was going to have to remove it. Tran was rubbing the cloth onto Nikki’s labia, her fingers so close to Nikki’s vagina.

Tran put her left hand up, applying pressure directly to Nikki’s clit as she ripped the hairs off of her vulva. OOOO. The combination of sensations was intense. Nikki felt her eyes widen, she was holding her breath. The pain shot through her. This was her cunt. And this woman was abusing it. Well, not abusing it, but grooming it to the point of pain!

Tran did the other side as well. Nikki had a sensation of feeling the contours of her sex in a way she wasn’t used to feeling it. She could feel every edge, every curve, every fold, every millimeter of flesh. Such a strange sensation.

Tran was pushing her labia from side to side, opening her, examining her. Rubbing her hand over Nikki’s open sex, looking for hairs. It was incredibly intimate. Incredibly sexual. Yet not sexual. It was grooming, it was about making Nikki beautiful for her date – her date with this stranger who would be evaluating her for the auction. The whole thing was bizarre; sexually charged, arousing, and very very strange.

Tran pushed up the little flap of flesh at the top of Nikki’s slit, above her clitoris, not the hood of the clitoris, but the little fleshy area that was the base of the triangle of her mons pubis. Found a few hairs there and put more hot wax on that spot. So close to her clit, so tender. Tran once again applied pressure directly to Nikki’s clit as she rubbed the cloth into this spot and ripped the hairs out. The tears welled up in Nikki’s eyes, the pain so intense.

Then Tran was moving down the table, lifting Nikki’s left knee and spreading her wider to see more of her. She was spreading Nikki’s ass. What was she going to do? She was leaning in, looking, touching, spreading. Tran was examining the flesh next to her anus and finding more hair there. She held Nikki’s cheeks open as she applied the hot wax next to Nikki’s anus. Rubbed the cloth in to the wax, and ripped the hairs out. The rhythm familiar now, but the exposure of it shocking. Nikki was thankful, once again, about how thorough Mark’s cleaning of her had been. At least she could be confident that Tran was not seeing or smelling excrement as she was working next to Nikki’s asshole.

The waves of humiliation traveled over Nikki. Spread on the table, legs open, vulnerable, exposed, unable to defend herself from the pain. She was a slave. Just a slave. The realization was powerful and Nikki felt warm with it. She felt the arousal building, and was acutely aware of the fact that it was visible to Tran, knew that her moisture was glistening, that Tran could probably smell her too. And Tran could do whatever she wanted.

Now Tran was making one final inspection, looking her over for stray hairs or lingering pieces of wax. Her hands were brisk, professional, as she opened Nikki looking in all the folds, cracks, crevices of Nikki’s sex. Oooo, the exposure!

Finally Tran was taking the oil and rubbing it over the irritated skin Nikki knew this was just a normal part of the process, Tran had done it for her eyebrows, her armpits. But still! To be caressed with the warm oil, her flesh shaking, her arousal building. Feeling her body jiggle, aware of every part of her sex. Knowing Tran could see her arousal.

Tran ignored Nikki’s arousal, closing her legs and bustling around. Nikki was relieved and disappointed at the same time, pleased that Tran was satisfied with her work, but left with the niggling feeling of arousal.

Tran moved on to wax her shins, her calves, her knees and even her toes. When Tran was completely finished with her work, Nikki felt smooth and clean like a baby. Preened and beautiful. Ready.