by Paul Blades
Although she was alone in her room, Anna did not feel alone. Her masters, Devlin and Vincent were there even if only in her mind. She thought of the ever present eye mounted on the wall of her room and was thankful to be, if only for a little while, free of its gaze.
The young woman had committed herself to follow Vincent’s instructions to the letter. She had cleaned herself thoroughly, wiped the polish off of the fingernails of her delicate hands and was making sure that her hair had a nice curl to it as she dried it. But it was his other instruction that disturbed her. He had told her to shave her pussy before he came back and had pointed out the small pair of scissors, the shaving cream and the plastic, disposable razor she was to use. He was very specific, telling her that she should leave a thin, short line of hair around the entrance to her womb, long enough so that it would not chafe or irritate, but short enough so that it would appear like a dark outline to her sex. The worst part was that he had ordered to do it while sitting on the bed.
When her hair was dry and brushed, Anna filled the small bowl she had been provided with warm water and brought the implements necessary to her task into the bedroom. She glanced briefly on the eye in the sky, ruing the show that she was about to put on for it. She hated the thought of there being a record of her demeaning task, but she knew well enough the punishment for disobedience.
Maneuvering herself onto the bed, her back against the pillowed headboard, Anna spread her olive brown, trim thighs widely apart. She was sitting on one of the pillows so that her sex would be raised and prominent and had placed a towel under her so that the remnants of her adult growth would not land on the bed. Someone had made it in her absence and she wondered who. She was sure there were other people around, although she had not seen them yet. She dreaded being confronted by witnesses to her defilements.
Avoiding any further glances at the cold, remote, anonymous audience up on the wall, she picked up the scissors and began to snip away. Soon, her mound of curly, black hair had been reduced to a short sea of soft grass. She applied the shaving cream to her loins and, taking the razor in her right hand, began to remove everything but a thin band around her slit. The area above her cunny was easy. She felt a pang of remorse as she saw the proof of her maturity disappear. The area around her pussy was a little more difficult, and she used her left hand to pull the skin tight on either side of it while she made sure that she removed the hairs that crept up the inside of her thighs and adorned the slopes of her nether lips.
Like many women, Anna had never made a point of taking a good look at the crevasse between her thighs. She had seen pictures of pussies, of course, on the internet and in magazines that her father and, later, some of her so called ‘boyfriends’ had had. Seeing her own was much different. When the shroud of curly hairs had been removed, she took a moment to examine the well defined lips, the wrinkled entrance to her canal, the seeming surfeit of skin that surrounded it. She had been carefully examining it when she remembered the camera on the wall and, blushing with shame, quickly went back to her task.
The last step was the application of a skin cream to her loins. It smelled nice and was soothing to her slightly irritated skin. She took her time applying it, working it deeply into her denuded flesh until it felt smooth and soft.
When her pussy was trimmed as ordered, Anna put the shaving things back into the bathroom and returned to the bedroom. She stood, as instructed, at the end of the bed, facing towards the camera, her hands folded behind her and her legs spread. The long, wide mirror on the wall reflected her from her head to her knees and she could not help but stare at her clearly visible love lips, admiring their clean lines and the trim of black hair that surrounded them.
Vincent came into the room a few moments later. He was carrying her clothes from the day before, at least most of them. Gone were her panties and bra. He had brought her smooth, tan, cashmere skirt and her expensive, burgundy, knitted, sweater blouse, her long, black, sheer stockings. Devlin had stated last night that she looked like she was dressed for a PTA meeting. Maybe he was right. She knew that she would have to find things more revealing and provocative if she was to satisfy her master, the man who owned her body and soul for the next twelve months.
The butler ordered Anna to turn towards him and show him her pussy. He gazed at it for a moment and then reached out his hand and rubbed his palm over her bare skin. He seemed satisfied. He ordered her to get dressed.
The trip back downstairs was much different than earlier. Although her breasts swung free underneath her blouse and she was more than conscious of her bare sex beneath her skirt, Anna felt more composed and at ease. They went down to the second floor and returned to the sun room.
Devlin was already seated at the table. To Anna’s surprise, there was a young woman sitting next to him. She had long, flowing brown hair, down almost to her waist. Her body was slim and languorous, her face pretty. She wore a dark red dress with a sharp ‘V’ neckline, revealing the edges of her small, rounded breasts. She and Devlin were laughing about something.
Devlin was facing the door and was the first to see Anna enter.
“Come in, Anna. We just started. I’d like you to meet Elaine, my friend.”
“Hi, Anna,” Elaine said merrily. “Mr. Devlin has told me all about you.”
Anna wondered what “all about you” meant. She hoped it didn’t mean what she thought. Devlin quickly proved she was, unfortunately, right.
“Did you shave your pussy, Anna?” he asked nonchalantly. He might have been asking her if she had brushed her teeth.
The young woman blanched at replying to her owner, as she had gotten used to thinking of him. The woman, Elaine, was staring at her as if she too had an interest in this information. Remembering Vincent’s whip and the fact that the money to bail out the Center had yet to be paid, Anna managed to whisper a muted response to the question. “Y-yes, Mr. Devlin,” she replied.
“Let me see. Lift up your skirt,” Devlin ordered. He was dressed in a yellow, knit sports shirt and sharply creased tan trousers. He had a hand on a tall, large, round wine glass with orange juice in it. From the fact that a champagne bottle sat in a bucket of ice to his right, Anna deduced he and Elaine were drinking mimosas. Anna suppressed a sob and let her hands fall to the edge of her soft, brown skirt. How many people were going to be in on the fact of her subservience to the callous businessman, she worried fretfully. Was there no limit to what she was going to have to endure? She had been feeling good after her shower and being allowed to dress. Relatively good that is. A dark shadow seemed to have formed over her life and being clean and wearing clothes was, in itself, not enough to dispel it. Having to display her finely trimmed quim to this strange woman negated all of her efforts to regain some equanimity about her predicament. She wondered if Devlin had shown Elaine the videos from her room. She prayed that he had not.
Hesitatingly, slowly, Anna’s fingers grasped the hem of her skirt and began to raise it. Blood rushed to her face as she experienced the shame of being a thrall to the wealthy man, her black knight. The hem gradually passed her upper thighs. She recalled the long red line that lay across them, a virtual declaration of her subservience. As she brought the hem of her skirt up to her belly, Anna defensively brought her thighs together and crushed her denuded slit between them. When the skirt was fully raised, Anna closed her eyes to block out what was happening, what she was doing.
“Anna,” Devlin said, “you have to spread your legs, we can’t see it. Be a good girl now and show us your cunt.”
The unhappy girl moaned and steeled herself for obedience. She moved her thighs apart so that her pussy would be revealed in all it splendor.
“Very nice, Anna. You did a very good job. I’m pleased,” Devlin commented. “What do you Elaine? Doesn’t Anna have a pretty pussy?’
“Very pretty, Mr. Devlin,” the young girl answered. “Good enough to eat.”
The attractive woman’s comment made Anna quail with distress. She hadn’t consider
ed whether Devlin would force her to have sex with other women. From Elaine’s comment, she had to believe that that indignity was somewhere down the road for her. She knew men had a thing for girl on girl sex, and she often wondered why it excited them so. It did nothing for her. Pictures of it she had seen made her feel creepy. There had to be some barriers to sexuality, didn’t there? If you couldn’t go into the women’s locker room without worrying whether someone was looking at you lustfully, where could you go?
Anna was intensely conscious of her naked sex as she stood before the table in front of Devlin and the woman. Her hands were sweating and her fingers trembling.
“Come over here, Anna,” Devlin ordered. “I want to feel it.”
Anna, opening her eyes, obediently stepped closer to him and presented her naked pussy. She flinched as his hand took possession of it. It wandered over the bare portions of her loins and then caressed the narrow, fuzzy strips of hair that were left. In spite of her dismay, Anna felt a twinge of desire as his hot hand captured her sexual mound. A wave of lust passed through her as he traced a finger along the length of the divide between her bearded love lips. She was staring out the window at the bright day, concentrating on a single tree that was swaying slightly in the mild, late autumn wind.
The room was silent and she could hear her own breathing becoming labored and needy. Devlin’s hand was working her puss and she knew that her moisture had come when she felt his fingers slide inside her. He alternated between running them along the soft, slick walls of her interior and massaging the bud at the top. Anna closed her eyes again as she felt her lust build. Her knees weakened and, for a moment, she felt like she was going to fall. She gave a deep sigh that she regretted as soon as it came out. Devlin laughed. “You’re such a slut, Anna. You’ve really surprised me. If only you knew how to fuck.”
Devlin’s words pierced Anna cruelly. Was he going to leave her nothing? She fought back her tears.
Devlin, having satisfied himself, removed his hand from Anna’s sex and wiped it on a napkin. “You can sit down, Anna. Vincent will be here in a moment with our breakfast.”
Anna, her mind dazed from lust and shame, stepped back and lowered her skirt. She cast a glance at Elaine, who was looking back at her with great interest. Anna lowered her head to try and avoid her gaze and took a chair opposite her.
“Have a mimosa,” Devlin said cheerily. He poured some orange juice into Anna’s glass and topped it off with champagne. Anna, taking Devlin’s suggestion as an order, picked up the glass and took a long sip. It was cold and tasty, and the sensation of having the slightly fizzy beverage pass down her throat helped to calm her. Her pussy still burned with desire and she brought her thighs together to try and quell it.
Vincent appeared, rolling in a small cart. He came to the table and placed covered dishes in front of the three diners. When he lifted the cover off of Anna’s plate she saw a fluffy omelet, a side of small, home fried potatoes, browned to perfection, and a sprig of parsley.
Elaine and Devlin chatted happily throughout the meal. Elaine tried to engage Anna in conversation a few times, but Anna’s answers were short and evasive. She had eaten a few bites of her breakfast, but was really just playing with it. Devlin, noting her reticence at eating, spoke up. “Anna, you have to eat. If you don’t eat, I’ll have Vincent whip you. Do you understand?”
Anna shivered at the thought of Vincent’s whip and was mortified for the elegant young woman who sat opposite her to hear that she was subject to it. She pursed her lips to hide a frown and then answered dutifully, “Yes, Mr. Devlin.” She started to force the meal down.
Once breakfast was finished, Devlin pushed his chair back from the table and gave out a sigh. “Vincent’s a magician in the kitchen, don’t you think, Anna?”
In fact, the omelet had been just the right combination of a tart cheese, sautéed, finely chopped green and red peppers and small pieces of ham. It felt good to have something inside her stomach, despite her lack of appetite. She looked up at her master and nodded affirmatively. “Yes, Mr. Devlin.”
“Anna, I’m going to be busy this afternoon. Elaine is going to take you shopping, get your hair done. She’s going to pick out some nice, sexy things for you to wear. I want you to cooperate with her. Okay?”
The news that she was to be let out of the mansion, if only for the afternoon, surprised and gladdened her. The thought of being in the company of the svelte beauty who knew of her shameful and abject surrender to Devlin did not. She looked at the woman and then back at Devlin. “Yes, Mr. Devlin,” she answered.
The two women rode toward the city in the back seat of Devlin’s limousine. Elaine prattled on busily and, gradually, Anna began to engage in conversation with her. Elaine let her know all the parties she had been to lately, the fancy stores she was taking her to, how nice Mr. Devlin was. “We’ll get you some really pretty things,” she said, stroking Anna’s arm. Anna shriveled at the contact, remembering Elaine’s comment about eating her pussy.
It took some courage, but Anna finally asked the question that had been on her mind since she had seen the long haired beauty in Devlin’s sun room. “What’s your relationship to Mr. Devlin?” she asked.
Elaine’s eyes made an involuntary, evasive movement. “Oh, we’re old friends,” she answered. “I work for him sometimes.”
“Are you working for him now?”
“Well, not really. Well, maybe. It depends on how you look at it.”
“How do you look at it?” Anna pressed.
Elaine looked at Anna sternly. “Listen, honey, the less you know about Mr. Devlin and his business the better off you are. Mr. Devlin did me a favor. A big favor. And so I do him favors. That’s all there is to it. He still helps me, gets me modeling jobs. I’m in line for a big commercial. He knows a guy who knows a guy. That’s all.”
Anna wasn’t satisfied. There was one big question she needed to know the answer to. “Please, I don’t want to pry into your relationship with Mr. Devlin. But I have to know something. Will he keep his promises? Will he keep his word?”
Elaine gave Anna a sympathetic look. She saw Anna’s teary eyes and smiled warmly. “Mr. Devlin’s a businessman. He lives on his word. If he doesn’t live up to his promises, no one will do business with him. He’s always kept his promises to me. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
It was what Anna wanted to hear, but was it the truth? The fact that the girl seemed to have a light, breezy relationship with the millionaire was somewhat comforting. The fact that she easily and without question accepted Anna’s bondage to him was not. If Devlin had his hooks in Elaine like she did her, wouldn’t she lie for him?
Anna looked up to the front seat and saw the driver’s eyes peering back at her through the rear view mirror. He had heard their conversation, she was certain of it. Surely Elaine wouldn’t say anything bad about Devlin in his presence.
The driver was a short, barrel-chested, Hispanic man, somewhere in his mid thirties. He was dressed in a dark business suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and fitness. His face was round and he wore a seeming two days growth of black beard on it. His hair was long, down to his shoulders. When he had stood by the limo, holding the door open so that the women could enter, Anna thought that she detected a bulge under his jacket that might be a gun. He had given Anna a lascivious look when she had gotten into the car and it had disturbed her.
“Let’s have some more champagne,” Elaine suggested merrily in an attempt to break the somber mood that had arisen in the limo. The car had a small refrigerator mounted behind the front seat and a little closet for glasses. Elaine pulled out a bottle and some long, thin, fluted stemware. When she popped the cork, a load of fizz erupted from the top and dripped onto the limo carpet. Elaine just laughed.
Anna’s head was still somewhat woozy from her mimosas of this morning, but she accepted the bubbly anyway. It was better to be numbed than to have to think about what was happening to her. Tomorrow was Sunday and then there
would be Monday. By this time Monday, the money would be back in the Center’s account and she would have saved it. She would decide then what to do.
They were expected at the salon and were given a royal greeting. The tall, fey hairdresser took some time in deciding what do to with Anna’s “mess” as he called it. His discussions were with Elaine, not with Anna, as if she were a pet that had been brought into a grooming shop. Finally the man decided on a mid-length cut that came down to just the middle of her neck. When he was done, Anna had to agree that the results were stylish and looked good on her. It was long enough so that you could still appreciate the wavy richness of her locks, but short enough so that the flesh of her smooth, soft neck could be seen.
The next stop was the lingerie shop. Elaine brought Anna into the dressing area and instructed the shop girl to bring several sets of bras and panties for their perusal. Anna balked at stripping naked so that the lingerie could be held up against her skin and so she could try on the bras, but Elaine insisted. “Listen,” she said. “Mr. Devlin gave me clear instructions. If you don’t want to cooperate, that’s up to you. But I wouldn’t want to be you if you don’t.”
Succumbing to necessity, Anna disrobed and stood there stark naked in the small, windowless cubicle while the 18 year old or so shop girl brought them armfuls of panties and bras. She was chagrined to show the young girl her neatly trimmed pussy and was ashamed of the long red stripes that ran across her breasts, her belly and her thighs. She saw the girl look at the evidence of her debasement with more than mild curiosity. Her momentary expression of alarm gave way quickly to a businesslike, pleasant, mien.
