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Waxing for the First Time

She never knew how pleasurable pain could be.
The spa was bright, clean, and welcoming, nothing like I had expected. I suppose it was how I found myself to be at this particular spa that had imprinted an expectation of seediness in my mind. I checked in with the receptionist who gave no indication that this appointment was any different than any other spa treatment.

As I sat down for my name to be called, I could sense the beat of my heart quickening in anticipation of the pain I was about to voluntarily endure. I had never been waxed before, but had always enjoyed the smoothness of being shaved and was quite sure that the results of the waxing would be as I imagined. The pain, however, was something I was not entirely sure that I wanted, but it was not my option. I had been instructed to be waxed.

As each name was called, my breathing would become quick with anticipation, then slow as I waited. I watched as a very attractive woman approached. She was slightly taller than me, slender, but with beautiful sensual curves. As she spoke my name, I couldn't quite place the thick accent. European, perhaps even Eastern. Her face had fine delicate features and she moved with an elegant graceful air as she led me to the very back of the spa into a small room. My apprehension about the impending painful waxing was set aside by the intoxicating effect of this woman. Her voice was soothing and seductive as she asked the professional questions, discovering that this was my first wax experience. I could feel my pussy moisten while I listened, and knew that my body was clearly going to betray my arousal.

It seemed odd that she left the room for me to undress. After all, she was about to spread hot wax all over my exposed pussy. I removed every stitch of clothing except my bra, noting that the washcloth she left me barely covered my glistening and swollen pussy. I was dripping from anticipation. I wondered just how long her fingers would linger around my hard sensitive clit, how the wax would feel as it was spread over my lips, and just how painful pulling all the hair out at once would feel.

As the door opened, I felt the rush of adrenaline coarse through my body, making me somewhat light headed. She dimmed the lights, telling me that I needed to relax, as she gently touched my shoulder. Her touch was warm and soothing as she ran her fingers down my arm, eliciting a quiver. I could see her smile as she instructed me to spread my legs. I could feel the heat rise from my swollen pussy and as she lifted the washcloth, my juices running down my ass onto the table.

"My, my...you truly are a good little fucktoy."

I froze. Not because it was offensive to me in any way. Quite the contrary, it was my chosen nickname. Whenever he uttered it to me, whether seductively in my ear, or in his ever commanding fashion as he paddled my ass into a bright cherry red, it had the effect of sexual adrenaline...often pushing me over the edge into a never ending cum.

She looked me in the eyes as she ran her hand up my inner thigh, asking if I was ready. I could feel the familiar ache, desperation beginning to build, as she began to spread the hot wax. It spread on thick and warm. She leaned in to blow cool air onto the wax to aid it's cooling and hardening. My legs spread wide, dripping juices onto the table, her tongue inches from my wanting pussy. All I could think of was my growing need to cum. Then in one sharp motion she pulled the wax off of my sensitive skin, ripping every hair caught in it's trap from my body. I screamed from the sudden onslaught of pain.

"That was very naughty of you, little fucktoy,"she admonished."I do have other customers in the salon." With a quick turn she left the room, leaving me to feel the subsiding pain from my freshly waxed spot. I barely had time to wonder why she had left when she returned with a small bag...and him. He moved silently into the chair in the corner...watching.

"Now, little fucktoy, you will be quiet." I turned to see her pull out a ball gag from her small bag. I felt a little uncertain at being gagged, but knew I needed to comply. I opened my mouth obediently as she place the rubber ball inside, securing it with straps around my head. I was now silenced.

"And as you might struggle..." She then produced two stiff leather cuffs secured by a chain. She wrapped each wrist firmly and secured my arms above my head, ensuring that I was completely exposed and unable to struggle as the leather would dig painfully into my body if I moved.

My pussy began to tingle as hot wax was spread over the next patch of skin. I felt more exposed than ever, yet unable to move, moan, or do anything other than feel the wax harden under her cool breath. She continued to blow cool air as she began to finger my pussy, running her finger along my swollen lips and up to my sensitive clit. She circled my clit gently, eliciting an appreciative muffled moan as she brought me closer and closer to cumming until the rip of wax brought searing pain, my screams perfectly muffled by the gag.

Again and again, she spread the wax over my exposed and increasingly sensitive pussy. Again and again, she stroked my desperate pussy - deeper, longer, closer and closer to making me cum, then denying my satisfaction by inflicting sharp sudden pain. My jaw began to ache as my teeth dug into the rubber with each swatch of wax. My wrists felt raw from the stiff leather rubbing and grinding deep into my wrists. Sweat beaded and dripped down my body.

"One last patch..." She spread the wax on the particularly sensitive inner part of my lips. I braced myself for what was sure to be an immeasurable amount of pain when I felt the soft flick of her tongue on my clit. Her tongue began to circle and flick my clit gently, then faster and harder with a very clear demand for me to cum. The feel of her tongue, being completely helpless, gagged, being watched by him...

"Cum now, fucktoy."

His voice resonated deep inside my body, pushing me forcefully into cumming hard. My legs started to shake uncontrollably, drool trickled out of my mouth as my teeth dug into the gag, my wrists throbbed as the leather cut deeper into my flesh. Which is when I felt the final rip of wax. Tears trickled down my face as the rhythmic sensations began to subside.

He came to the side of the table, brushing hair from my forehead. He leaned down, trailing kisses down my face until he reached my ear.

"You did very well, fucktoy."

He began to stroke my pussy with his thick fingers. Even though red and sore, my pussy responded to his fingers coating them completely with my juices. He smiled and moved in between my still widely spread legs, pulling my hips to his hard cock.

"You have to take it...red, sore, sensitive...you just have to take it."

With one hard, deep thrust, his cock was stroking me hard, filling me completely. My pussy felt hot, aching from the pain and cumming so hard, yet needing more. He stroked slowly, teasing me with just the tip. It would have made me beg, had I been able to speak. She removed my bra and began to bite my nipples as he began to stroke me harder, deeper. I felt the sensation building again and I was cumming harder and harder as he pounded deep inside, making me take every inch over and over until he pulled his throbbing cock out and covered my freshly smooth pussy in his cum.

He removed my gag as she moved in between my legs again. I was breathing hard from cumming so hard. I gasped as she began to lick his cum off my pussy, running her tongue repeatedly over my quivering clit. He leaned into my ear, telling me I just had to take it, that I had one more cum in me. I shook my head no, that I couldn't possible cum again, but he just smiled and watched as she continued to flick my clit, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through my pussy.

She took her fingers and started fingering the spot deep within me as she licked my clit. I felt my juices building inside, the pressure of having to release them, then the overwhelming need of cumming and not being able to stop. As I started to cum, she began to gently suck my clit, making me groan loudly, making me squirt my juices into her mouth as he watched. My entire body was shaking as I lost complete control, unable to stop my body as I continued to cum over and over.

When the last bit of juice was drained from my overworked pussy, he gently kissed me, turned to her, thanked her for her services, and made another appointment before leaving. She cleaned me up with a cool wet towel and turned to leave.

"Very well done, fucktoy."

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