Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
What the hell. It would grow back. When in Rome…
“I’ll do it myself, then,” she said, stepping over to the counter.
“Okay. I find the baby oil works best for giving you a close, smooth shave, but it’s up to you. Once you’re shaved, climb into the tub for rinsing. Your complexion is perfect, so we won’t need to do much in that department. Just a little enhancing here and there. I’m a trained cosmetologist. I’ll get you fixed up nice.”
Skylar picked up the scissors and reached down to clip her pubic hair, which she dropped into the lined wastepaper basket under the counter. Maya, meanwhile, filled the sink with hot, soapy water. She dropped a washcloth into the water, wrung it out and handed it to Skylar.
Skylar washed herself with the wet cloth and then squirted a palmful of baby oil into her hand. She slicked the oil over her pubic area and then ran the razor carefully over her mons and delicate folds until she was smooth.
As she stepped into the warm, fragrant water, Maya directed, “Just soap up and rinse off, no dawdling. We don’t have time to wash your hair, but a quick spritz and blow-dry should do the trick.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Skylar said with a laugh.
Maya smiled. “Not me. Not ever. I adore serving.” She got that same dreamy expression Rhianna had when she talked about or looked at Master James. Would Skylar ever find that for herself?
While Skylar soaped and rinsed her body, Maya slipped out of the bathroom, returning a moment later with the leather presentation outfit.
As Skylar climbed out of the tub, Maya handed her a towel. To her surprise, Maya dropped to her knees in front of Skylar, a second towel in her hands. She dried Skylar’s legs as Skylar focused on her body. It felt weird, but not unpleasant, to have someone doing that for her.
Maya hung both towels on the rack and picked up the leather strap contraption from the counter. “You just step into it. I’ll help you get it adjusted properly.”
As Skylar stepped gingerly into it, Maya rose gracefully to her feet. She pulled at the various straps, adjusting them here and there.
Facing the mirror, Skylar sucked in a breath as she stared at herself. Her breasts, fully exposed, were lifted and pressed together in their leather harness. The leather strips crisscrossed her body, hugging her waist and winding between her thighs, leaving her shaven mons uncovered. She felt almost more naked than if she were actually naked, if that even made any sense.
“You look fantastic,” Maya said, her eyes moving over Skylar’s reflection. “And we can’t forget this.” She buckled a slim black collar studded with O-rings around Skylar’s neck.
Skylar stared at herself, transfixed. The snug feel of the leather calmed her somehow, while the image before her excited her. This was really happening. In a few minutes, she would be formally presented. Channeling her inner Rhianna, Skylar imagined herself falling gracefully to her knees before Master Caelan, her expression calm and serene as she gazed submissively up at him…
Maya was already busy, applying rouge over Skylar’s cheekbones and then brushing the soft powder over Skylar’s nipples. She applied some mascara to Skylar’s lashes and added a dab of lip gloss to Skylar’s lips. She spritzed Skylar’s hair with a water bottle and then added some kind of product that smelled like fresh oranges. Plugging in a blow dryer and using a large curling brush, she expertly styled it to a smooth cascade of shiny hair that brushed Skylar’s bare shoulders.
“Wow,” Skylar said, impressed. “I wish I could do that.”
“It’s not hard. You have fabulous hair, so thick and shiny,” Maya praised. “I’ll show you how during free time.” She hurriedly put away the items, adding, “But right now we need to get moving. We don’t want to keep them waiting.”
“Them?” Skylar queried. “There’ll be more than just Master Caelan?”
“Yes. Mistress Ella and Master Ryan will be there, too.”
A shiver of nervous anticipation moved along Skylar’s spine as they left the bathroom.
“Oh, I almost forgot your shoes,” Maya said, moving toward the closet. She slid back the pocket door and pulled out a pair of shiny black heels.
Skylar stepped into them. They were just her size and surprisingly comfortable.
“Perfect,” Maya pronounced, looking her over from head to toe. She held out what looked like a chain dog leash. “This is just a formality,” she offered as she clipped the end of it to the O-ring at the center of Skylar’s collar. “It helps to put you into a proper slave mindset.”
Formality or no, it felt odd in the extreme as Maya led her from the room and back down the hall toward the lobby by the leash, as if she were a dog. Or…a slave.
They stopped at the first door just before the lobby. The door was slightly ajar. Maya knocked softly. Skylar’s heart began to thud.