Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Very good,” Mor Astrid said, her tone softening slightly. “Now, it’s time to prepare your fisser for your masters’ pleasure.”
She gestured to the shelf, where several razors lay. My eyes widened as I remembered what Sven had told me—the reminder a bare pussy would provide of my submission to him.
I watched with a mixture of fascination and apprehension as Mor Astrid instructed Amélie and Sophie to demonstrate the shaving ritual. Amélie stepped into the pool, her pale skin glistening with droplets of water. She bent over, placing her face on a folded towel at the edge of the pool, her bottom raised high in the air.
Sophie knelt behind her, razor in hand. Mor Astrid’s voice was calm and clinical as she guided Sophie through the process. “Start at the top of her mound,” she instructed. “Use gentle, downward strokes. Be careful around the labia—they’re very sensitive.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Sophie began to shave Amélie’s pussy. The soft scraping sound of the razor against skin seemed impossibly loud in the steamy chamber. Amélie whimpered softly as the blade glided over her most intimate areas, removing every trace of hair.
“Now for the bottom,” Mor Astrid continued. “Amélie, reach back and spread those little cheeks. Sophie, you must remove every hair from the cleft of her backside.”
I felt my face grow hot as Amélie complied, exposing her most private place. The razor moved carefully between her buttocks, and I saw Amélie’s fingers tremble as she held the tiny globes open.
“Very good,” Mor Astrid nodded approvingly. “Now rinse her clean and apply the soothing oil.”
As Sophie finished, Mor Astrid turned to the rest of us. “Your turn, girls. Get to work.”
With trembling hands, I picked up a razor and moved behind Camille. She was already in position, her dark hair falling forward to obscure her face. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
As I began to shave Camille’s mound, I was struck by how intimate this act was. My fingers brushed against her soft skin as I stretched it taut for the razor. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the cleanliness of her skin mingled with the muskier, headier scent of her vagina.
To my horror, I felt the too-familiar warmth building between my own thighs once again. How could this be arousing? And yet, as I carefully removed every trace of hair from Camille’s pussy, I couldn’t deny the effect it was having on me.
When it came time to shave between her buttocks, I hesitated.
“Go on,” Camille whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let’s just get this over with.”
She reached back and spread her punished cheeks, exposing the tiny hole I knew her master had opened last night, just as Sven had opened mine. The razor trembled slightly in my hand as I worked, hyperaware of every tiny movement, every soft gasp from Camille.
As I finished and began to apply the soothing oil, I noticed that Camille’s pussy glistened with more than just water. A peek at her face revealed flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. It seemed I wasn’t the only one affected by this strange ritual.
I had barely finished applying the soothing oil to Camille’s freshly shaved skin when Mor Astrid’s voice rang out again.
“Well done, girls,” she said, her tone surprisingly warm. “You’ve shown great improvement in your obedience. Now, it’s time for your reward.”
I looked up in confusion, meeting Camille’s equally perplexed gaze. Reward? After all we had just endured?
“Lie down on your towels,” Mor Astrid instructed. “Head to tail, in pairs.”
Hesitantly, we complied. I found myself lying next to Camille, her feet near my head and vice versa. The plush towel beneath me was a stark contrast to the hard stone floor, and I couldn’t help but sigh at the small comfort it provided.
“Now,” Mor Astrid continued, her voice taking on an almost mischievous tone, “you will kiss each other’s fisse. Use your tongues to bring pleasure to your sisters, just as you will use them to please your masters.”
My eyes widened in shock. Surely she couldn’t mean… But as I looked around, I saw the other girls already moving into position, their faces flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
“Go on,” Mor Astrid urged. “You may not stop until you’ve all found your release.”
With trembling hands, I reached out to part Camille’s thighs. Her newly bare pussy glistened before me, pink and perfect. I felt her warm breath on my own sex and shivered involuntarily.
My whole body seemed to blush, but somehow I knew that even the lingering soreness from the crone’s strap only represented a flimsy excuse. I wanted to do this for Camille—and, even more, I wanted her to do it for me.
Slowly, hesitantly, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Camille’s outer lips. She gasped, her hips jerking slightly at the contact. Emboldened by her reaction, I let my tongue dart out, tasting another girl for the first time.