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skull was as smooth as my bottom. I stood helpless while he did this, a combination of shock and the realisation that nothing I could say would stop this latest desecration, keeping me dumb throughout, but I did give a little yelp when he began to lather the blonde triangle between my thighs.
'Still you must be keeping,' he admonished me firmly.
My eyes flickered fearfully towards the gleaming blade in his hand.
'Cutting you will I not be if moving about you are not.' He sounded confident but it was a confidence I did not share. However, I managed to close my eyes and hold myself rigid while he worked away at removing my sparse and fair pubic growth.
'Done we now are,' he announced shortly.
I let out a long breath I had been holding, and staring glumly down I was just able to see the very top of my pussy lips now that they had been deprived of their little curtain. I had not seen a sight like that between my legs for a good few years now and I felt a tear well up as I thought of the warm safety of the bathroom and bedroom back home at my parents' house.
'Miss Meg coming soon will be,' Erik said, picking up the second bucket of water. This time, he poured it over me with a little more care but the chill was no less and I found I was now shivering continuously. I tried to divorce my mind from my body again, concentrating on Meg and how I might yet be able to outwit her. It would not be easy, even if it were at all possible.
She had called me Buttercup when I was first laced into the bodysuit, telling me that I was now no better than a calf or a deer and worthy of even less consideration, but earlier today she had apparently forgotten that and referred to me as Angelina, albeit only to say that such a name was unsuitable for a bitch and that she would have to come up with a replacement. I already had a rough idea of what she was planning as the next stage in my humiliating enslavement, but I suspected she would probably be a little more inventive than Rover.
At last Erik released my wrists and led me back through into the main cell, where he allowed me to sink down onto the straw to rest my aching muscles and joints.
The respite was not to last long, however.
Within minutes, Meg arrived as expected accompanied by Polly, the maid I had encountered before, and a third maid I had not met yet and whose name, it transpired, was Betty. Both younger girls carried small sacks before them, which they placed carefully on the floor just inside the doorway. The newcomer was nothing special but she was sturdily enough built and had about her that same dullish air Polly displayed; like Polly, she would follow orders and like Polly she would do only what she was told. Unlike Meg, who did the telling and gave the orders, she would never consider thinking for herself.
'My, but don't she look funny with all her hair gone!' the new girl exclaimed. 'Like a ghost she is!'
I felt my cheeks burning at this and lowered my eyes even as Erik reached down to haul me to my feet.
'Hush your mouth, you stupid girl,' Meg admonished her, 'otherwise I'll have Erik do the same to you. Understand?'
'Yes, ma'am,' the young maid mumbled, and I heard Polly just fail to stifle a snort of laughter.
'And you can be quiet,' Meg snapped, her hearing no less keen than my own. 'Pottinger delivered enough things today for you to end up playing the cow for a while, and see how that suits you!'
'Sorry,' Polly said meekly. 'Didn't mean nothing, I'm sure.'
'Right, well, cut your cackling and get her into the suit, and make sure you lace everything good and tight.'
'What about her corset, ma'am?' Polly asked. 'She had a corset before, so shouldn't she have one this time?'
'No need now,' Meg retorted. 'Pottinger has added stays in the right places and he assures me this is as good and tight as any corset could be, maybe even tighter.'
I felt my stomach turn over at this announcement, for although I had become accustomed to that corset, this short spell of total
'Still you must be keeping,' he admonished me firmly.
My eyes flickered fearfully towards the gleaming blade in his hand.
'Cutting you will I not be if moving about you are not.' He sounded confident but it was a confidence I did not share. However, I managed to close my eyes and hold myself rigid while he worked away at removing my sparse and fair pubic growth.
'Done we now are,' he announced shortly.
I let out a long breath I had been holding, and staring glumly down I was just able to see the very top of my pussy lips now that they had been deprived of their little curtain. I had not seen a sight like that between my legs for a good few years now and I felt a tear well up as I thought of the warm safety of the bathroom and bedroom back home at my parents' house.
'Miss Meg coming soon will be,' Erik said, picking up the second bucket of water. This time, he poured it over me with a little more care but the chill was no less and I found I was now shivering continuously. I tried to divorce my mind from my body again, concentrating on Meg and how I might yet be able to outwit her. It would not be easy, even if it were at all possible.
She had called me Buttercup when I was first laced into the bodysuit, telling me that I was now no better than a calf or a deer and worthy of even less consideration, but earlier today she had apparently forgotten that and referred to me as Angelina, albeit only to say that such a name was unsuitable for a bitch and that she would have to come up with a replacement. I already had a rough idea of what she was planning as the next stage in my humiliating enslavement, but I suspected she would probably be a little more inventive than Rover.
At last Erik released my wrists and led me back through into the main cell, where he allowed me to sink down onto the straw to rest my aching muscles and joints.
The respite was not to last long, however.
Within minutes, Meg arrived as expected accompanied by Polly, the maid I had encountered before, and a third maid I had not met yet and whose name, it transpired, was Betty. Both younger girls carried small sacks before them, which they placed carefully on the floor just inside the doorway. The newcomer was nothing special but she was sturdily enough built and had about her that same dullish air Polly displayed; like Polly, she would follow orders and like Polly she would do only what she was told. Unlike Meg, who did the telling and gave the orders, she would never consider thinking for herself.
'My, but don't she look funny with all her hair gone!' the new girl exclaimed. 'Like a ghost she is!'
I felt my cheeks burning at this and lowered my eyes even as Erik reached down to haul me to my feet.
'Hush your mouth, you stupid girl,' Meg admonished her, 'otherwise I'll have Erik do the same to you. Understand?'
'Yes, ma'am,' the young maid mumbled, and I heard Polly just fail to stifle a snort of laughter.
'And you can be quiet,' Meg snapped, her hearing no less keen than my own. 'Pottinger delivered enough things today for you to end up playing the cow for a while, and see how that suits you!'
'Sorry,' Polly said meekly. 'Didn't mean nothing, I'm sure.'
'Right, well, cut your cackling and get her into the suit, and make sure you lace everything good and tight.'
'What about her corset, ma'am?' Polly asked. 'She had a corset before, so shouldn't she have one this time?'
'No need now,' Meg retorted. 'Pottinger has added stays in the right places and he assures me this is as good and tight as any corset could be, maybe even tighter.'
I felt my stomach turn over at this announcement, for although I had become accustomed to that corset, this short spell of total
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