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Wax off

January 6, 2011

My phone rang in the middle of my waxing, and seeing that it was my Master, i reached out to grab it. And that was when my fabulous aesthetician finally succeeded in freeing a pesky ingrown hair that had been plaguing me. As she started squeezing out the collected inflammation, i couldn’t help but yelp in pain in my Master’s ear. And with His voice in my ear, i couldn’t help but be aware of how similar my yelps were to those i make with my Master, when He yanks the clothespins off, or hits me with the evil stick. And once that thought was in my head, well, i couldn’t help but get a little turned on.

i hung up the phone, but the heat lingered between my legs, and as my aesthetician spread my legs wide to get every lingering hair from the crack of my ass, a trickle of cunt juice slid out of my cunt and onto the blanket beneath me. i knew she couldn’t have helped but notice, and i swear i blushed from head to toe, my voice faltering in the midst of our usual waxing chit chat about sex and kink.

“Wow, that phone call really had an effect on you, didn’t it,” she asked. “I’ve never seen you get quite so worked up before.” i nodded, too embarrassed to speak. “Well,” she said, “good thing that we’re about done here.” And then she slid a finger of her gloved hand down across my clit, and to the slippery opening of my cunt.

i could have closed my legs, ignored the suggestion, moved on to the upcoming facial and eyebrow waxing. But i didn’t. Instead, i spread my legs farther apart. Lifted up my hips to engulf the tip of the finger waiting passively at my opening. And that was all the invitation she needed. First one finger, then another slide into me, as she curled her fingers up to press on my g-spot, while her thumb rubbed my clit. i was hypersensitive from my waxing, and every passing touch on my newly waxed skin only heightened my arousal, as did the voices of the hairstylists chattering on the other side of the thin door. Only a moan escaped from my throat as i came, shuddering around her hand, my hands gripping the sides of the table.

“Okay, turn around and put your head up here now,” she said, indicating the end of the table were the steamer was located, “it’s time to start your facial now.” Just like nothing had ever happened.

[Private to LF, should she see this: The preceding is a work of fiction, not an invitation or a suggestion! And thanks for getting that hair out!]

11 comments

  1. My oh my! Reading that made me moist – 🙂 Lucky girl.


  2. I need to see you waxer…giggling…that was hot! Love those shoes in the latest picture. Black and strappy always one of my favorites. Thank You for sharing.

    puppy


  3. Between the waxing fiction, your bald, clean pussy, and sexy feet in those even sexier Burberry black, strappy heels (the more feet & toes showing, the better)…Wow! Let’s just say, I’ll be breaking out the lube and my prostate massager this afternoon. Beautiful.


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  8. love the way your mind works…..

    and I’m sure I’m not alone in enjoying those Brazilian waxes! being exposed, slightly humiliated (my girl has me on all fours to get the backside), the pleasure of the warm wax, and the 1-2-3 breathe pain– most of all thinking about/trying not to think about Why I am doing it and Who I am doing it for.


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