27 comments/ 178754 views/ 59 favorites Enslavement By: Tempestus Hullo readers. This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I hope you enjoy it. Being the feedback whore that I am, I would love to see any comments or criticisms you guys have. * * * * * Eowyn held her head high, though she was in chains. Silvery blond hair hung in damp strands against her neck, her lithe body sweaty and aching with weariness. Her clear violet eyes continuously scanned the horizon, straining to catch the first glimpse of Rome, where here fate awaited. It had been less than a month since her village had fallen. Not even the strength of their warriors, or the wisdom of the Druid priests had been able to fight off the fierce determination of the Roman soldiers. The scouts had first spotted the armies in the clear light of early morning. Their numbers had raised clouds of dust in the still air. Eowyn shuddered to remember how she had hidden in the village storehouse with the other women in children, clutching a battered training sword in her trembling hands, listening to the slaughter outside. Their men had fought bravely, but they were outnumbered by hundreds. The Romans had swarmed over them, and within hours the village was but smoldering ruins. The soldiers had quickly discovered their hiding spots, and though they fought desperately, their collection of makeshift weapons proved a meager resistance. The Romans wasted no time pillaging the food and treasury stores, and had bound all the young and sturdy together. From there, they were led two days south to a reinforced Roman encampment on the border of Gaul. There were a large number of captives there, destined to be sent to a life of slavery somewhere in the Provinces. At the camp, the villagers had been sorted out like livestock. Eowyn, along with two other maidens from her home, had been separated from the rest and moved to join a larger group of young women bound for Rome. She knew that she would probably never see the faces of the only people she had known again. Then, it had been a forced march steadily south, with little food, water, or rest. Eowyn was grateful that, other than leering glances, the soldiers had let them alone. The fact that the girls were all youthful and pretty did not escape her. Virgins fetched a high price at slave auctions, especially from brothel proprietors. She inwardly cringed at the idea of that fate, but her pride would not allow her to show fear. She was a descendent of the Tuatha De Danann, not some feeble coward! A low cry stirred her from her reverie. Ahriana, a girl from her village, had collapsed from exhaustion a few feet ahead. One of the soldiers strolled lazily towards her and nudged her with the tip of his boot. "Get up." Ahriana managed a soft moan. Her lack of response seemed to enrage the soldier. He drew back his foot, and kicked her sharply in the ribs. Without thinking, Eowyn lunged forward and punched him across the chin, splitting his lip open. The man touched his fingers to his lips, and then stared at the blood in disbelief. "You Gallic bitch!" he hissed. With that, he backhanded her, the metal plate on his gauntlet opening a gash along her temple. Eowyn crumpled to the ground, her vision swimming. Through the ringing in her ears, she heard an arrogant voice commanding the soldier to stand down. "These little lambs are going to make us very rich men; I do not want them harmed under any circumstance. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir" came the grudging response. The man stood over Eowyn. His breastplate was inlaid with gold, and his cloak scarlet. He was obviously a high-ranking officer. Two molten amber eyes stared down at her from an angular, sinfully handsome face. He offered his hand to her, "Can you stand?" "I don't need your help, Roman dog!" she cursed, spitting at his fine leather boots. He cocked an eyebrow in surprised amusement. "So you can speak Latin?" Eowyn was about to show him just how many Latin curses she knew, but the world began to swim sickeningly, and darkness engulfed her as she lost consciousness. When she awoke, gentle hands were wiping the blood from her face with a cool, damp cloth. She opened her eyes, wincing immediately at the dull ache in her skull. She squinted up at the softly rounded face of a young Greek man. He must have felt her tense, because he told her to relax and lay back. "My name is Lucius, I am a physician. Don't worry, I mean you no harm." He began to bandage the gash. "It looks nasty, but it's just a small cut, you'll be fine. I don't believe there's a concussion." Eowyn eased back onto a straw pallet. They must have set up camp for the night. The doctor finished and stood. "You'll rest here for the night. Get as much sleep as you can. We arrive in Rome tomorrow, and I imagine it will be an unsettling day for you." He smiled in sympathy and patted her arm, "A bit of advice. These Romans like their women passive, so try and rein in your temper. With a face like yours, you could do well." He smiled again, before pushing aside the tent flap and ducking out. Eowyn sat up, realizing her left ankle was chained to a peg in the ground. She struggled with the circlet and peg for a while, before giving it up as futile. There was no escape, and they would reach Rome the next day. Alone in the humid darkness of the tent, she felt a sharp longing for the crisp air and starry skies of her mountain home. She whispered fervent prayers to Morrigan, the raven warrior goddess, for courage and strength. After much tossing and turning, she drifted into a dreamless sleep, her cheeks wet with frustrated tears. They left early in the morning, and moved at and easy pace for once. By noon, they had reached the outskirts of the city. Eowyn could not help but be awed by the vast structures of sparkling white marble. Her mouth hung open as they passed the gates and entered Rome. It was clamorous, the shouts of merchants hawking their wares mixed with the bubbling of public fountains. The air was heavily scented with dust, sweat, spices, and fragrant flowers. Even the faerie gods, the Tuatha De Danann, had not created such a monument of extravagance. A small group of soldiers broke off from the main column, and led the girls through the roadways to a luxurious bathhouse near the centre of the city. There, they were left to the tender care of a group of gruff matrons. The girls were ushered into a steamy room with a marble bath the size of a small lake. The matrons ordered them to strip, and gathered up their travel stained clothes. Eowyn stepped down into the heated water, letting her worries fall aside for the moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of a hot bath after a long journey. She was not allowed to soak long. A woman with a stern face and firm hands settled behind her and proceeded to scrub the dirt and sweat from her skin and hair. She was pulled from the water and toweled off roughly. The woman bandaged the cut at her temple, then selected a lavender scented oil and massaged the perfume into her soft, porcelain skin. Her hair was brushed until it gleamed like captured moonlight down her back. She was draped in a short tunic of gauzy white material, and given a pair of simple leather sandals. Then she rejoined the other girls. The soldiers had returned, and shuffled them through several deserted streets to a plain stone building near the main market square. They filed inside and were led to a room where a simple meal sat on a rough wooden table. The soldiers stepped outside and the girls were left alone. The food was classic Roman fare, cold chicken, creamy white cheese, bread stuffed with olives and fennel, and watered wine. Some girls ate greedily, but most just picked at their plates, looking around apprehensively. They could hear the sounds of the slave auctions through the open windows, and Eowyn knew that it would soon be them on the block. Within an hour, the first girl was led out. One by one, the room slowly emptied. The occasional distant sobbing could be heard from the direction of the market. Eowyn watched the sun set behind the grand buildings, her hopes of freedom from this madness seeming to sink with its fiery glow. Her stomach fluttered as a soldier stepped into the room, and at last gestured towards her. She stood stiffly, a defiant expression on her heart-shaped face, and allowed herself to be led out the door. Antonius stood near the front of the crowd, watching as the next slave was brought out onto the raised stage. His fingers tightened on his purse as he recognized the slender beauty before him. Her hair gleamed silver, her violet eyes luminous as a twilight sky as she glared out at the crowd. The rosy tips of her apply sized breast jutted enticingly beneath the filmy cloth of her tunic, her creamy thighs and tender secrets scarcely concealed by its short hem. His breath quickened as he stepped forward to bid. Eowyn stared haughtily out at the sea of faces as a fat man with oiled ringlets and an ill-fitted toga began the auction. She would not allow herself to think of what sort of brute would purchase her, or what would follow afterward. She forced herself to remain calm and aloof. Her icy mask did not slip until the bidding ended and her buyer stepped forward. It was the officer who had intervened on her behalf the day before! Her eyes widened in surprise, and she resisted as she was pulled down the stairs. Antonius smirked as the girl was dragged before him. His eyes were cold. He grabbed her arm in a bruising grip, jerking her close to whisper harshly in her ear. "You belong to me now, and I will not tolerate such foolishness in public. Quit your useless struggling, and come with me at once." Eowyn's cheeks flushed with indignant anger at being ordered about, her people would not dare to speak to her with such arrogance, but it was not considered wise to show such a lack of control before an enemy. She straightened her shoulders and walked stiffly behind him. Antonius led her to a curtained litter surrounded by four muscular men. They reclined among the cushions as the litter jolted and began to move at a leisurely pace. She refused to meet his eyes, preferring to stare through a gap in the curtains at the dark city. The litter swayed gently as it wound it's way through the streets. When they reached his villa, Antonius dismissed the carriers. He grabbed Eowyn firmly by the wrist and led her through the atrium into his softly lit home. There were no servants in sight. She had time to admire the exquisite mosaics and murals that decorated plain, whitewashed walls as she was led through several greeting rooms and deeper into the building. At the end of a long hall, a door stood open. He pushed her into his private chambers, adorned only with a fireplace, a few heavily stuffed velvet chairs, and a large, ornate, four-poster bed. It was then that the reality of her situation hit her. Fear coursed icily through her veins as he swung the heavy wooden door shut, and she back away from him. He turned to look at her, appraising her with heated golden eyes. His hair tumbled in loose black curls around his tanned face, more Greek style than Roman. "Tell me girl, what is your name." Unable to meet the intensity in that gaze, she averted her eyes. "Eowyn." "Eowyn, good. I am Antonius." She nodded her acknowledgment. "So tell me dear Eowyn, have you ever been with a man before?" Her violet eyes grew wide with shock, her pale cheeks flushing rose with embarrassment. "What kind of question is that to ask?!" Antonius chuckled knowingly, moving towards her with the haughty grace of one who is accustomed to getting what he demands. "Your innocence is answer enough." Eowyn back up until she bumped the rough stone of the wall. He stalked toward her, bracing a hand on either side of her slender shoulders. She felt utterly surrounded by the masculine breadth of his shoulders and thickly muscled arms. "Now let me taste those lips" he sighed, leaning in to capture her mouth. She lost her nerve, shoving him roughly off balance and fleeing for the door. He caught her with one arm around the waist, jerking her up against his lean, hard body. "The sooner you learn to obey me, the easier this will be. Don't make it hard for yourself." he whispered hotly in her ear. Her struggles increased as she felt the stiff column of his cock press against her back. "Fine," he sighed, "have it your way." Antonius threw her onto the heavily pillowed bead, pinning her beneath his weight. He produced silken scarves and proceeded to bind her wrists securely to the ornately carved posts of the bed. She twisted and squirmed as he grabbed first one delicate ankle, then the other, spreading her wide and tying her down. The hem of her tunic had ridden high, exposing a creamy expanse of thigh. He sat back and admired his handiwork. "Now I am free to explore my new possession unhindered." Eowyn glared at him with eyes gone smoky with rage. Antonius stripped off his boots and shirt, revealing a muscular torso traced with silvery scars, marking him as an experienced soldier. His strange amber eyes traced the lush curves of her, and her skin broke out in gooseflesh at the undisguised lust in that stare. "Please don't do this," she cried, her voice broken and unaccustomed to pleading. He only smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Eowyn turned her head away. His expression hardening, Antonius grasped her chin and forced her face towards him, slanting his mouth over hers. He licked and bit at her lips, his tongue thrusting demandingly until she opened up and allowed him to plunder her mouth. He kissed her hard and deep, tongue delving to explore every crevice. The sensation made her dizzy, and a slow heat unfurled low in her stomach. At last he pulled back, nipping playfully at her swollen lips. "Like crushed fruit," he sighed into her ear, making her shudder. One hand lightly traced her neck, soon to be replaced by his hot, wet mouth. He sucked and nibbled at her neck as his hand crept along her collarbone, then made it's way lazily down to cup her breast. He lightly pinched the nipple through the sheer material of her garment, chuckling against her neck as he felt the tip harden. Without warning, Antonius grabbed the top of Eowyn's tunic between both hands, jerking them sharply apart. She gasped as the cloth shredded, her skin flushing in embarrassment as he brushed the scraps aside and bared her body. Antonius groaned at the sight of her naked flesh, greedily drinking in the long, toned legs, the softly rounded breasts, and the tender pink treasure barely hid by the downy tuft of silvery hair. He reached out and roughly mauled her breast, molding them to the shape of his calloused hands. Lying down beside her, he brought one peaked tip to his lips, giving it a soft nip before sucking it in to the wet heat of his mouth. He lathed her nipple with his tongue while pinching and kneading her other breast. Eowyn writhed against her restraints as unfamiliar sensations wracked her young body. She was unaware of the effects her movements were having on him until he ground the hard heat of his erection, separated only by the cloth of his trousers, against her softly curved hip. "Please," she gasped. Antonius paused in his attentions. "Please, what?" His breath against her damp flesh caused her whole body to tighten, moisture trickling between her thighs. "Please, stop" she whispered. Antonius muttered. "I don't think you meant that." Eowyn nodded fervently that she did. "Really? Then why do you arch towards me every time I do this?" He gave her nipple a long, sucking kiss, making her squirm. His treacherous hand slid down her body to cup the damp folds between her thighs. "And why," he growled, "is your ripe little pussy so wet for me?" He stroked his fingers between her plump pink lips, and brought them up glistening for her to see. Eowyn moaned and shook her head in confusion. Some part of her mind was aghast at the bold intrusion, but most of her was too clouded by the fog of arousal he was building in her to think clearly. Antonius gave a wicked smile, and snaked his tongue out to lick the juices from his fingers. She watched wide-eyed as his fingers slip between his full lips. "Mmmm. So sweet, I must taste that first hand." He slid down her body, settling comfortably between her spread legs. His fingers lightly stroked her belly, the back of her knees, and the delicate crease where her thighs met her body. His teasing, feather light caresses caused her to twitch and shiver. Taking his time, he gently parted her swollen lips and gazed heatedly at the pink wetness of her pussy. Eowyn's face was bright red at having her most private place so carefully studied, but her stomach fluttered in anticipation. He blew softly on her fever hot flesh, before taking a long savoring lick up her crease. Her back arched and she moaned as a wave of pleasure spiked through her. The finger of one hand sought out her clit, and circled it wetly before pulling back the hood and exposing the tender jewel to his gaze. Eowyn gasped and panted as he began to tease it with his hot, swirling tongue. A finger probed at the tight entrance of her dewy gates as he sucked her clit into his mouth and began lashing at it with his tongue. Her breath caught in her throat as his finger pushed into her resisting flesh and began to slide in and out. Antonius hardened painfully at the exquisite tightness of her untried passage, the heady scent of her juices making his mind reel with lust. He gently added another finger, loosening and pumping her while he sucked rhythmically on her hard little nub. Eowyn thrashed against her bounds, uttering sharp little cries. Tears wet her cheeks as overwhelming desire washed through her. "Please, please, please," she breathed over and over like a prayer, her hips moving in unconscious little circles. She did not know which god she was praying to, or what she was asking for. Antonius growled against her, scraping her clit lightly with his teeth. The sharpness of that sensation pushed the girl over the edge, and she came in jerking shudders, her pussy clutching at his fingers. Antonius lost all semblance of patience then, tearing at his trousers, shoving them from his muscled legs. Eowyn struggled to catch her breath as her dazed eyes took in the golden sleekness of his nude body. Her eyes, darkened to the colour of the sky before a storm, widened at the sight of his straining cock. It was long and thick and dark with his passion. It could not possibly fit inside her slender body. She stiffened as he lay across her, the thick head coming to rest against her slick entrance. "Please don't," she muttered, "it will hurt." Antonius groaned against her neck, his sweat-damp, raven curls tickling her cheek. "You body wants this, Eowyn, it was made for this." He rubbed the tip of himself against her wetness to accentuate his point. "Don't resist me, and there will be little pain." Eowyn breathed deeply and tried to relax as he insistently pushed the head of his cock into her tight channel. With short, firm thrusts, her steadily worked himself in, butting against her maidenhead. Shards of fear pricked through her. He slowly withdrew, but her relief was short-lived. He pushed back in with one hard, long thrust, tearing through her cherry, burying himself to the hilt. Her eyes narrowed, and he muffled her cry of pain with his mouth. Antonius stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size, soothing her with soft kisses. Sweat beaded on his forehead at the feel of her, clenching around him like a silky fist. He battled with the urge to abandon all restraint and just fuck her, to take her savagely like some wild beast. He lifted himself up so he could stare intently into her guileless face as he began to move in slow, smooth strokes. Eowyn winced as he began to move again, but the pain dulled to an aching throb, and soon faded entirely. He picked up the pace as his molten gold eyes met hers. One hand reached down to grip her ass, tilting her hips for deeper access. He hit a spot inside her that caused her breath to catch raggedly, and then he was running himself over and over it, making her jump and twitch. His pubic bone rubbed against her clit with every inward thrust, and soon her hips were moving to meet his thrusts, clumsily at first, then with more confidence. Enslavement 01 Last year, I did not even know Gillian but since meeting her, I have let her take control of me in ways that I could not even imagine. She insisted that all of my body hair should be removed and I have done as she wished. It was painful at first but after regular sessions with the esthetician my pubic mound is completely bare and smooth as silk. My legs and underarms are similarly hairless and I admit that it excites me to know that I am completely naked when she undresses me. Last week when she was caressing me, she told me that she wanted me to shave my eyebrows bare. Yesterday I did it and today I see my rather alien reflection in the mirror. She suggested silver powder on my bare brow line and I like the effect as it makes me look glamorous in an odd manner. Today however, she has told me that she wants to shave me completely bald so that I have no hair on me other than my eyelashes. What should I do? I want to feel the razor on my scalp, denuding me completely so that every inch of my skin is accessible to her touch. I imagined her warm lips kissing my smooth scalp. *** I made an appointment with my hairdresser, Lily who wears her jet black hair in an extreme bob that exposes so much of her neck that she tells me that she has it waxed on a regular basis. Her bare neck has always excited me although I have never admitted it to Gillian. "What happened to your eyebrows?" she asked as I settled into her chair. "I am experimenting with my look," I said. "I like it. Very mysterious look." She stroked my brow and smiled. "You look hot!" "Do you think I would be hot if my head was shaved?" "Are you kidding me?" "No." "You would look crazy hot!" "I want you to shave my head." "Seriously?" I nodded and affirmed that I wanted Lily to make me bald. She regarded me with suspicion until she finally realized that I was serious. The idea of cutting off my hair obviously appealed to her as she smiled at me while arranging her scissors, comb and other hairdresser's tools. "What do you think Gillian will say?" "It was her idea and I am going to surprise her." Lily shrugged, put the cape around my shoulders and picked up her scissors. My hair was down to my shoulders and she combed out a handful and slowly sawed through it. She held up the hair for me to see as she raised her eyebrows at me wondering if I wanted her to continue. I nodded that I did. She worked rapidly with her scissors and comb, thinning my hair skillfully and cropping it closer to my head. Finally she put her scissors down and picked up her clippers. She started behind my right ear and carefully cut a crescent around it. Then she worked from front to back on the right side of my head, reducing my blonde hair to a barely visible stubble. She repeated the process on the left side of my head and then ran her clippers over the back of my skull. She worked silently until only the hair remained on the top of my head. She looked at me in the mirror before running the electric shears down the middle of my scalp. Working silently, Lily had cut my hair off completely. Lily ran some water in the sink and warmed up a washcloth which she used to wipe my head. Then, she produced a shaving mug and began to work up a white frothy foam in it using a shaving brush. She used the brush to paint my bristled head, first my crown and then the sides of my head until it was covered by warm white snow. Then came the razor. She used an expensive looking disposable razor to begin the process of shaving me smooth. Beginning at my hairline, she bared a path straight down the middle of my scalp. Then she began carefully the lather and hair on either side of the path. It was oddly restful feeling the gentle scrape of the razor on my head. She cleared and area, tested it with her fingers and then went over it with blade until it was smooth enough for her. Working with great care, Lily finally completed her task, finishing off at the base of my skull. "Voila," she proclaimed. "Smooth as glass." I touched my very slick scalp. It felt so naked and sensitive and I felt slightly aroused as Lily stroked me and proceeded to powder my scalp. She tilted the chair back and dabbed some foam on my brow line. With several strokes of her razor she left it as smooth as the rest of my head. "How does it feel?" "It feels very sexy. I look really different but I feel really turned on." "Do you really?" Lily tilted the chair all the way back. I looked up at her as she bent over me. It happened rather quickly but it seemed so natural as she lowered her mouth onto mine and kissed me softly. I returned the kiss and reached my hand on to the back of her neck. It felt smooth as I pulled her to me and held her kiss. Finally we pulled apart but Lily had slid her hand inside my skirt and was pressing her palm on the front of my panties. "Anything else needing to be shaved?" "No. I have had a Brazilian." She smiled and gently pulled down the front of my panties and pressed on my bare mound. I moaned a little and she kissed me again as she placed her finger inside me. Now we were committed and she pulled my thong right down, exposing my smooth nakedness. She stood back from the chair and opened her smock. Beneath it she was nude and her pubis had been made as hairless as mine. She straddled me on the chair and then spread my legs with her hands. She pressed her mound against mine and her mouth covered mine. Her hands gripped my wrists and she held me down as she moved against me. "My little hairless bitch," she whispered in my ear. "I am going to keep you smooth as silk." The ecstasy of her smooth warm skin on mine made everything a dream as she held me and made love to me. *** When Lily was finished with me, she stood behind the chair and lifted me back into an upright position. "You look bitchin' hot with no hair." I must have smiled at her approval of my brand new look. I made a slight move to get out of the chair but Lily placed her hands on my shoulders and held me down. "You are not going anywhere." "I've got to show Gillian my bald head." "That will come later." She removed her hands from my shoulders and took my hand, helping me out of the chair. I stood there rather shakily as she undid the cape and then began to undo my blouse. I felt like there was nothing that I could do. She had shaved me bald and made love to me and now I felt completely in her control. I allowed myself to be undressed completely and my naked body whisked free of cut hair. "Very good," she said as she noted my compliance. "You are going to be the perfect smooth slave that we have always wanted." We? Lily continued to control me. First she made me bend over with my forearms resting on the counter. Then as I watched in the mirror, she applied some cold cream to her hands and began to spread the cheeks of my buttocks. When she began to press one of her fingers against my sphincter, I tightened it reflexively and pleaded with her to stop. "You will have to be gagged you hairless slut," was her response. Somewhere she found a red ball gag which she forced between my teeth and tied around my shaved nape so that I could not cry out. Then she slowly and firmly insinuated her slippery finger inside my behind. It felt painful at first until she started to slowly slide it in and out of me. "You will be easy to train," she said as she watched my face in the mirror. After forcing her finger inside me, she took hold of my wrists and twisted them behind my back so she could use silvery tape to secure them together. Then she pulled me upright and turned me around so I was facing her. She made me spread my legs as wide as I could and then she showed me what she called her cat-o-nine-tails. It consisted of a number of flat leather thongs that were woven into hard leather handle. She used it to flick my bare abdomen. Then she began to swish it between my legs stinging me but not breaking the skin. I moaned helplessly around the ball gag as she punished me. She flicked her little flogger across my depilated belly perhaps a dozen times and then set it aside, announcing that future sessions would be more severe. My nipples were erect giving evidence to the fact that what she had done to me had aroused me in some inexplicable way. Seeing them so rigid, Lily pinched each of them with her fingers causing me to wince once more. I had never felt so vulnerable but I was very excited by her rough play. She turned me around and made sure the gag was secure then she showed me another one of her toys. It was a leather thong with two short plastic phalluses inside it. She called it her slave pants and explained that the two protuberances were designed to fill the slave's orifices. She bent me over the counter with my hands behind my back. Using the cold cream on the short thick butt plug part, she slowly forced it inside where her finger had recently deflowered me. The plug was very uncomfortable but she held it in place while she opened me up with the dildo portion of the device and then secured the whole thing. She stood me up and turned me around. The slave pants raped me as she moved me to the chair once more. I sat on the edge of the seat while Lily took the time to undo my blouse, undo my bra and paint my nipples with bright red lipstick. She left me sitting there, hairless, gagged and bound while she picked up her phone and dialed a number. I listened to her side of the conversation. "She is ready.......yes completely. You will be pleased.......I will bring her there in about 20 minutes." Enslavement 02 When Lily was finished with me, she stood behind the chair and lifted me back into an upright position. "You look bitchin' hot with no hair." I must have smiled at her approval of my brand new look. I made a slight move to get out of the chair but Lily placed her hands on my shoulders and held me down. "You are not going anywhere." "I've got to show Gillian my bald head." "That will come later." She removed her hands from my shoulders and took my hand, helping me out of the chair. I stood there rather shakily as she undid the cape and then began to undo my blouse. I felt like there was nothing that I could do. She had shaved me bald and made love to me and now I felt completely in her control. I allowed myself to be undressed completely and my naked body whisked free of cut hair. "Very good," she said as she noted my compliance. "You are going to be the perfect smooth slave that we have always wanted." We? Lily continued to control me. First she made me bend over with my forearms resting on the counter. Then as I watched in the mirror, she applied some cold cream to her hands and began to spread the cheeks of my buttocks. When she began to press one of her fingers against my sphincter, I tightened it reflexively and pleaded with her to stop. "You will have to be gagged you hairless slut," was her response. Somewhere she found a red ball gag which she forced between my teeth and tied around my shaved nape so that I could not cry out. Then she slowly and firmly insinuated her slippery finger inside my behind. It felt painful at first until she started to slowly slide it in and out of me. "You will be easy to train," she said as she watched my face in the mirror. After forcing her finger inside me, she took hold of my wrists and twisted them behind my back so she could use silvery tape to secure them together. Then she pulled me upright and turned me around so I was facing her. She made me spread my legs as wide as I could and then she showed me what she called her cat-o-nine-tails. It consisted of a number of flat leather thongs that were woven into hard leather handle. She used it to flick my bare abdomen. Then she began to swish it between my legs stinging me but not breaking the skin. I moaned helplessly around the ball gag as she punished me. She flicked her little flogger across my depilated belly perhaps a dozen times and then set it aside, announcing that future sessions would be more severe. My nipples were erect giving evidence to the fact that what she had done to me had aroused me in some inexplicable way. Seeing them so rigid, Lily pinched each of them with her fingers causing me to wince once more. I had never felt so vulnerable but I was very excited by her rough play. She turned me around and made sure the gag was secure then she showed me another one of her toys. It was a leather thong with two short plastic phalluses inside it. She called it her slave pants and explained that the two protuberances were designed to fill the slave's orifices. She bent me over the counter with my hands behind my back. Using the cold cream on the short thick butt plug part, she slowly forced it inside where her finger had recently deflowered me. The plug was very uncomfortable but she held it in place while she opened me up with the dildo portion of the device and then secured the whole thing. She stood me up and turned me around. The slave pants raped me as she moved me to the chair once more. I sat on the edge of the seat while Lily took the time to undo my blouse, remove my bra and paint my nipples with bright red lipstick. She left me sitting there, hairless, gagged and bound while she picked up her phone and dialed a number. I listened to her side of the conversation. "She is ready.......yes completely. You will be pleased.......I will bring her there in about 20 minutes." *** Lily covered my nude, hairless body with a loose linen gown which she belted at the waist. My shaved head was covered with a floppy hat that shaded my face and made the gag in my mouth look less obvious. Then she took my arm and led me carefully to the car which was parked behind her salon. I sat beside her in the passenger seat as she drove to a part of town where the houses were very large and on big lots. She pulled up to a wrought iron gate and announced herself in a speaker at the side. The gate swung open and then closed behind us when she drove through. We parked in a shaded area on the right side of the stone house and I could see a ravine beyond a line of giant oak trees. Lily had made me wear my heels and with my wrists taped behind my back I nearly fell twice on the cobbled driveway as we made our way to the house. She grabbed my arm and supported me until we entered the house through a side door. There was a small hall where Lily held me and began to undress me. She removed the floppy hat that covered my head and smiled at her handiwork, running her hands over my shaved scalp. Then she undid the sash around my waist and slid the gown off me. I stood there with my wrists behind my back and the slave pants penetrating me front and back. Lily slapped me hard across the face and grabbed my shoulder before I could fall. The ball gag muffled my cry and she held me until I was stable. From another room I could hear women talking and laughing. "You will be the belle of the ball," said Lily as she pushed me towards the voices. As we approached the main room, I realized that one of the voices was Gillian and that she would be witness to my humiliation. I paused at the large double door but Lily pushed me through and suddenly I was there for all to see. Gillian looked at me and smiled at my helplessness. She set her glass of white wine on a table and approached me. "You look fabulous," she said stroking my head and my bare breasts. "She does," echoed the familiar voice of Nadine Whitman who was one of Gillian's main advertising clients. Nadine moved behind me and reached around to cup my breasts while Gillian undid the gag and began kissing me. Apparently I was to be everyone's toy! Nadine began caressing me and kissing the back of my head while Gillian explored my front side. "She has been plugged," explained Lily as she undid my slave pants and slowly withdrew the two intruding phalluses. Gillian's hand pressed on my smooth mound while Nadine began to explore between my cheeks. There were so many hands and mouths caressing me when Lily joined in that my senses were overloaded. My nipples were pinched; each of my orifices were gently probed and my mouth was filled with tongues and fingers. I was helpless to resist but the sensations were too intense to even try as the three women drove me to the most exquisite pleasures. I was pushed to my knees and forced to kneel between Nadine's silk stockings and pay homage to her smooth mound and nether lips. Her hands pulled my shaved head to her as my lips and tongue worked their magic. I had not expected to be turned into a pleasure slut but as Gillian watched and exhorted me, I stayed at my task until Nadine moaned loudly before releasing my head. "She has a wonderful mouth," sighed the redhead as she lay back. Lily took a seat on the sofa and pulled me into position to continue my oral servitude. Then it was Gillian's turn. Gillian caressed my head gently as my mouth and tongue kissed her smooth cleft. Her familiar smell and taste made me forget my total subjugation. For long minutes it felt like we were alone with each other. Gillian gasped with pleasure and stroked my scalp softly as she fell back against the cushions. No one spoke. The only sound in the room was breathing both heavy and quiet. I was bound and unable to get up from my knees so I waited to find out what was next for me. It was Nadine who finally spoke. "Put her in the spare room. We will find something to do with her after we have had supper." Enslavement 03 The room where they kept me was a guest bedroom that had an en suite bath which allowed me to take a shower. There was no clock in the room and the wooden shutters seemed to be locked shut as was the door which I tried after several hours of waiting. Time went by slowly as I recalled both the shame and excitement of being the hairless slut for three wild women. I ran my hands over my smooth body and it felt very erotic. My body had been depilated for several years but my head and eyebrows were freshly shaved. I looked in the mirror and the face looking back at me was mine without the frame of hair and the expression created by my brows. I accepted that it had been done to please my lover Gillian but was still uncertain how to deal with what she had allowed them to do to me. As the hours passed, I became very tired and I lay down on the bed, pulling the duvet over me. I do not know how long I slept but I heard a key in the door and I turned towards it as it opened. Nadine Whitman entered, followed by a blonde woman and Gillian. They approached the bed and I sat up facing them. Gillian pulled the sheet away from my body. The blonde woman smiled and told me to stand facing her. I did not know her but something about her manner suggested that it would be a good idea to do as she said. I kept my eyes lowered rather than look into her green eyes beneath penciled arched brows. She reached out to me and lifted my breasts. "Very nice," was her assessment. She reached between my legs and found me smooth enough. "I see that she has been waxed but her head is shaved?" "Yes Mistress," answered Nadine in an unusually deferential manner. "She was shaved yesterday for the first time." "It was my idea," offered Gillian. "I was aware that you were looking for a hairless slave and thought that you might find her suitable." "I do. I do. Has she ever been whipped?" "She has been flogged but never severely." "So we do not know her ability to deal with pain." "No Mistress." "Never mind," said the beautiful blonde. "She is very attractive and she is hairless. I am certain that she will be suitable." She opened her purse and produced a metal collar which she used to circle my neck. About 2 feet of chain hung from a loop at the front of the collar and she used it to pull me to her. Her green eyes blazed as she looked into mine. "You have been sold to me my little cipher." Cypher! A word that means nothing! Zero! Gillian had betrayed me totally. She had had me shaved bald and had sold me to this rather beautiful cruel woman whose intentions were quite unknown. She turned me around and cuffed my wrists together behind my back and without further ceremony she pushed me out the door. Once in the hall, she took the leash and led me out of the house and into a white Mercedes where she sat me nude in the back seat. We drove only a few blocks to a boxy looking house that was finished with tan stucco and a few vines on one side. Behind it was a smaller structure that was made of plain cinder blocks. The Mistress led me through the front door with its studded planks and leaded windows. When we were inside, we were greeted by a nude woman in very high heels. "Hello 22. This is my latest acquisition: cipher." "She is very pretty Mistress." "Yes. I will entrust her maintenance to you. Her body has been waxed so it only needs to be done every couple of weeks or so. Her head is to be shaved every morning until whether I decide whether she is to be made permanently bald." "Yes Mistress," said the brunette, bowing carefully as she took me by the arm. The woman known as 22 was obviously some sort of submissive servant and it was obvious that she had been chosen for her beauty. Her hair was dark and she wore it in a gelled pixie cut. Her body was smooth and her nipples had been pierced and adorned with hoops from which a slender gold chain was suspended. She led me away into the chamber where I was to reside. It was furnished in a Spartan fashion with a plain wooden bed and a dressing table. There was no place for clothes but there was no indication that I would ever be wearing clothes. She sat me down at the dressing table and went to the small sink in the corner where she ran some water in a bowl and returned it to the table. She produced some shaving foam and filled her palm with a white mound.. "On special occasions, I will give you a straight razor shave but for routine shaves, I do it the easy way." Her fingers were deft as she carefully lathered my scalp. Her touch on my neck was almost erotic as she spread the white soap. Then, as she gently shaved me, she helped me understand what was happening. "Who is the blonde lady whom you call Mistress?" "I do not know her name but I do know that she is some sort of dealer in female sex slaves." "Sex slaves!" "Yes. You are her latest acquisition. Once you have been trained you will be sold to the highest bidder." "That is impossible. This is the 21st century." 22 gave me an ironic smile as she carefully shaved around my ears. "It is," she said, "and we are sex slaves." "Who will buy us?" "I do not know who will buy you. I was shown at an auction and I was purchased by a European princess with a taste for female slaves. I was trained thoroughly as a lesbian lover so I expect that will be my role when I am delivered to her." "Are all the buyers female?" "I don't know what proportion of the buyers are female. I was under the care of 19 who was purchased by and oil sheik from the Middle East and one other slave was purchased by a Hollywood producer so our fate is indeterminate. I understand that there are a large number of female buyers but we are usually trained to use all orifices so that we can be enjoyed by all." As she wiped my head bare and powdered it, I shivered a little. I touched my smooth scalp and noticed that my nipples had hardened as I had been shaved. 22 noticed as well and she cupped my right breast in her hand. 22 bend over and kissed me on my mouth and I responded to her tender touch. I arched my back so my breasts were more easily accessible and I followed her meekly as she led me to the small bed. She spread my legs and knelt between them, lowering her mouth onto my bare belly. Her kiss began just below my navel and ended with her tongue parting my nether lips. She moved over me and lifted my arms above my head. She held my wrists down as she kissed me under each arm, exciting me with her tender mouth and tongue. Then she was pressed against me, warm smooth mounds crushed together as her mouth covered mine and her hands explored my body. 22 was an exquisite lover. She touched me and caressed me in every way that I could imagine, usually before I imagined it. When she was finished, she stood up from the bed, leaving me limp and exhausted. "I think my part of the training is going to be very pleasant," she said. "Keeping you smooth and making love to you sounds like pure pleasure for me." She walked away slowly and I ran my hands over my freshly shaved head. Was it possible that I was embracing my fate as a hairless sex slave? Enslavement 04 Time was something that gradually ceased to matter. I was aware of day and night but stopped counting the days since I had been shaved and turned into a sex slave. The very sexy and beautiful woman who was called 22 spent most mornings with me and I looked forward to her ministrations when I awoke. Each day she would sit me in a chair and carefully lather and shave my scalp until it was smooth. Then she would touch my body in ways that thrilled and excited me. 22 kissed and caressed me. Recently she had begun to focus on my behind. She would bend me over the bed and slowly slide her lubricated fingers inside me. I resisted at first but after countless days of her insistent intrusions, my sphincter was relaxed and able to accept various sized plugs and dildos. When she showed me each new phallus, I became aroused knowing that she would be using it on me. There was a certain sameness to each day as I was depilated then debauched by this beautiful creature. I had accepted my fate and was aroused by her doing things to me that emphasized my submission. I had not seen the blonde woman who 22 called Mistress for many days but one morning I was told that she wanted to see how my training was going. That required more careful preparation. 22 wheeled in a small table that had different shaving implements on it. It contained a shaving mug, a soft bristled brush and a straight razor that a barber would use. 22 explained that my scalp would need to be absolutely smooth and shiny for the Mistress. I watched 22 as she added hot water and some talcum powder to the shaving mug and began to work up a thick white froth. When it was ready, she began to paint my scalp with it. When my head was covered, she used a small stone to sharpen the razor. 22 was an expert barber as she scraped away the short hairs that had grown overnight. She took longer than normal shaving me but I realized that she was eager to please Mistress by presenting her with a perfectly hairless slave. I sat as still as possible and relaxed only when my head was wiped clean with a hot towel and a lotion applied to make it shine. My brow line was quickly erased with the razor and I was ready for my make-up. Mistress preferred minimal make-up according to 22. Light eye shadow and mascara. The only bright color was to be glossy red lipstick applied to my mouth and nipples. "Mistress always wants us to display our nipples proudly." I wore my highest heels and as I was inspected by 22, I glanced at myself in the full length mirror. Utterly hairless, my nipples and mouth crimson red and my smooth legs enhanced by the heels, I was the perfect caricature of a sex slave as I began my careful walk to the room where my blonde owner awaited me. Mistress waited in her room where she sat on a large leather chair wearing a very tight looking waist-cinch and patent leather boots with serious heels. She smiled approvingly as I was led to a position facing her. "She is absolutely stunning," she said. "I may keep her as my personal slave. I have never seen a more beautiful bald head. Let me touch it." She stood and ran her hands over my freshly shaved head. Her touch was electric as she stroked me around my ears and then very gently caressed the nape of my neck and the hollow at the base of my skull. My lips parted and I closed my eyes as she slowly brought me to a state of arousal using my scalp as the erogenous zone. She gently stroked my nipples between her fingers and thumb before increasing the pressure until it was uncomfortable. She smiled as she pulled me to my knees using my breasts. 22 had removed herself from this tableau and I was on my knees facing a mirror. Mistress moved behind me and taking up her flogger, began flicking my bare back. I gritted my teeth and kept silent as she increased the strength of the strokes on my back. Finally I was unable to remain silent and I cried out. She looked at my reflection with her cool green eyes and set that flogger aside. "I see that you can handle a little pain. Now let me see how well 22 has trained you." She stood before me as she buckled the harness that held the skin colored dildo that would serve as her penis. I looked up at her and realized that whatever she wished me to do, I was very willing to do it. I looked at her cock and wanted to take it between my crimson lips. She saw my eagerness and prolonged my wait accordingly. Smiling, she moved her cock closer and then step back slightly as I opened my mouth to take it. "I see that you are a rather eager little slut. That will increase your value." She tantalized me for a few seconds more but she allowed me to take the dildo in my mouth. I was so eager for this. I was so excited by my humiliation, my punishment and my submissiveness. There was very little doubt that I was accepting my fate. She held my head with her hands sometimes holding my neck tightly while forcing her rigid cock down my throat. For long minutes, I eagerly fellated her until she went a little weak in the knees and stepped back from me. I was wet and exhausted. Mistress stepped forward and slapped me hard across my face, knocking me on my side. "Get up slut. I am not finished with you." She half lifted me and half dragged me to the sofa where she made me lay face down on it. She pried my legs apart and used her fingers to probe my anal sphincter. She started slowly and she used some sort of lubricant but soon I was open to her and I felt her slide her dildo inside me. It is hard for me to describe what happened next as Mistress pushed her rigid cock deeper inside me. Slowly she moved it in and out and slowly I realized that I was moving with her. As she fucked me I was becoming more and more aroused. The pain and the submission were exciting me to the point that when she pulled my head back with her hands, I climaxed and fell limp beneath her. Enslavement 05 The slave known to me as 22 prepared me for my first appearance in public. My body had been fully waxed two days earlier and she shaved my head and brow line so I was smooth everywhere. The daily shaving and the pleasures that followed had become something that excited me and I now associated hairlessness with submissive pleasure. When all of the pampering was complete, I stood and looked at myself in the full length mirror. My smooth scalp shone in the light and my bare breasts were scarlet tipped as Mistress preferred. I was tightly cinched in black patent leather and my feet were in matching heels that made walking very difficult. My smooth pubis was covered by a piece of black leather no larger than a playing card. The only jewelry which I wore was a pair of large hoop earrings that showed of my long neck and shoulders to good effect. I wore a cape over my shoulders that came to the bottom of my buttocks and left most of me exposed to anyone who saw me. Mistress was most appreciative of my appearance and she smacked my behind as she led me to the car. We were driven to a large gated estate where many flashy automobiles were already parked. 22 acted as our driver and she let us off at the large front entrance where two bare-breasted women greeted Mistress and took my cape. We entered what appeared to be a ballroom with a string quartet playing and filled with women dressed in evening wear. There were more bare-breasted women serving canapés and drinks and some other women were as exposed as I was. There were even several women with shaved heads so I was not as unique as I had expected I would be. Nevertheless I was a subject for much discussion. Friends of Mistress approached us and talked about me as though I was nothing more than an accessory. I suppose I was but Mistress caressed me frequently and displayed ownership. We moved through the guests, Mistress frequently stopping to chat with a friend or to allow me to be examined by a fellow dominant. "I love how you keep her hairless," said one brown skinned woman with a red dot on her forehead. "Yes," said Mistress. "I have always found the absence of hair attractive in a slave. I always have them shaved when they join my household. Only when they are getting ready to leave me do I allow them to grow their hair." "How interesting," said the other woman. "This one was already shaved when I found her so I thought about 22 whose hair was short but growing. It occurred to me that she would be leaving the household soon. I wondered who would take her place. The formal dress of some of the guests contrasted with the exotic fetish wear of some of the more exhibitionist types and their slaves. It made for interesting people watching even if you were one of those being watched. Mistress guided me to an alcove where several women were chatting over drinks. When we got close enough I recognized Lily the hairdresser who had originally shaved my head bald. To one side was Nadine Whitman whom I suspect was responsible for me being sold to Mistress. Standing with her back to us was a nude in red heels whose hands were bound behind her back with her bright red hair loose on her shoulders. Something about the bound woman seemed familiar as we approached and when Mistress engaged the others in conversation, I was able to turn and look at her from the side. It took a minute to absorb what I was seeing. She was gagged and her hair had been colored an unnatural shade but there was no doubt. My former lover Gillian was now somebody's slave. She glanced at me and recognized me. She lowered her eyes quickly and looked away. I was stunned and took a few minutes to try and assess the situation. Gillian was now someone's submissive; just like me! As she stood beside me, some of the old excitement was stirred by her presence. Her narrow waist still looked firm and flat and her breasts stood proudly on her ribcage. Her nipples seemed slightly erect as though being exposed the way she was had excited her. I allowed my bare shoulder to brush against hers and I felt the old magnetism. I wanted her to take me in her arms but somehow I knew that the old Gillian was somehow lost inside this defeated woman. Mistress discussed matters with the other women. Nadine Whitman did most of the talking. Finally, they came to some agreement. Mistress nodded at 22 who took me by the hand and led me away, towards the exit. My body was touched frequently as we moved through the growing throng. Once we were at the door, my cape was thrown over my shoulder while I watched in amazement as the gagged, bound Gillian was led to our car by Mistress. *** When we were finally alone, I walked over to Gillian who sat naked on the sofa with her hands still bound behind her back. She looked at me with some sort of faint recognition but seemed not to remember how I had once been her lover. I touched her breasts and watched as her nipples blossomed. I bent over and kissed her on the mouth. She smelled so familiar and tasted so good but she did not respond as she would have done in the past. I slid my hands between her legs and felt how smooth she was. She spread her legs compliantly, seeming to understand her role and accepting it. I had been given my instructions by Mistress and now it was time to initiate Gillian into the house culture. I led Gillian to the barber chair, where 22 often shaved my head, and made her sit. I taped her beautiful mouth shut with silvery tape and then found the electric shears. The shears whirred into motion in my hand and gave me a sudden sense of power where I had none before. I started cutting at the base of her neck and had soon jammed them with her dyed red hair. I managed to clear them and started again at the top of her forehead. I made two short cuts into her hair and brushed it away, seeing her denudate scalp where the hair had been. This was turning into a bit of fun and I started to shear my erstwhile lover in earnest. Gillian's tears welled up as I methodically sheared her to the scalp. It did not take long once I got the hang of the clippers and within a few minutes her garish red hair was reduced to a straw colored stubble. I whisked her off with the soft bristles of the barber's brush and then set out to work with the razor. I spread aerosol lather on her scalp and opened a fresh package of razors. Shaving Gillian was exciting. She had wanted me shaved bald and now it was her turn. I started around her ears, getting the tricky part out of the way first. Then I shaved her scalp from front to back. When I was finished, I ran my fingers over it and found a couple of spots that needed to be re-shaved. After a second lathering and use of the razor, Gillian was smooth as an egg. I finished by shaving off her eyebrows. When all of her was smooth and bare, I dried her and dusted her with powder. Shaving her had excited me and when I was done, I cupped her breasts and kissed her scalp. She responded in a strangely passive yet excited manner. This beautiful hairless woman who had once dominated me was mine to use however I saw fit and I wanted her badly. I took her to the room where she was to be kept and I found some of the tools in the chest of drawers that were similar to those that 22 had used on me. I found a short flogger with a flesh colored handle that was shaped like a penis. There was a short thick dildo gag and a variety of plugs and clamps. I ripped the silver tape off her mouth and forced the thick dildo gag between her lips, buckling it in place. Then I bent her over the cot and used my fingers to apply cold cream while I gradually spread her firm buttocks. She moaned when my finger penetrated her pink rosebud and gasped when I replaced it with a short plug. Pushing her facedown on the bed, I flicked the flogger against her bare shoulders. Her gag prevented her from being audible beyond the room. My desire to punish her increased as I began to flog her in earnest. Her back began to be striped with pink as I beat her. When it began to turn red, I realized that I had to stop. I set the flogger aside and turned her on her side. Gillian's eyes filled with tears as she looked up at me. She realized that her former lover was now her trainer and that she would be mine to do whatever I wanted to do with. Seeing her there, bound and hairless, I was filled with mixed emotions. Revenge, lust, pity and compassion were entwined and I knew that most of all, I desired her. I slid her to the edge of the bed and helped her to her knees facing me. I opened my short robe and she knew what she was to do. Holding her freshly shaved head in my hands, I pressed her mouth against my bare pubis. She kissed and tongued me with a vigor that she had never shown before. Gillian had never really liked kissing me there but this time she was very willing. I caressed her scalp and shoulders as she pleasured me like she had never done before. Gillian was my own hairless slut. Enslavement 06 For weeks we continued our existence in the house where Mistress trained her pleasure slaves. There were no new additions to the household and one day in early fall, I was ordered to take the place of 22 who had been delivered to her European purchaser. Mistress told me that as I had been fully trained I was to grow my hair again. I had become used to my smooth scalp and even found it very erotic but I did not dare disobey her. While my hair grew I made sure that Gillian was hairless. My mentor 22 had shown me how to use a straight razor and I loved the daily ritual of lathering Gillian's scalp and carefully scraping away all of her hair. 22 had also shown me how to prepare and use the wax that kept our bodies smooth. I had waxed Gillian's beautiful little pubis on several occasions and enjoyed her discomfort as the hair was uprooted. Gillian became more and more submissive as she was kept hairless while I found myself enjoying my power over her. While my hair grew back, I kept her shaved, bound and beaten. As always, the days passed without any kind of indication that there was an outside world but each morning I ran my hands over the stubble that had sprouted on my scalp. After about a week, it was long enough to grasp with tweezers and I amused myself by plucking a few hairs along my hairline. Having slept a little late, I decided that it was time for me to discipline Gillian. I showered quickly and slipped into a kimono before opening the door into the room where I normally prepared Gillian for the day. She was waiting for me but this time she was not alone. Instead, Mistress stood beside her with a cruel looking riding crop in her gloved hand. The Mistress was wearing her usual leather corset and looked ready for business. I was perplexed and wondered what was going on. I did not have to wait long for the answer. Gillian spoke: "We have come to the moment of truth. Both of us have made a long and difficult journey to arrive at this place. Both of us have been stripped naked, whipped and shaved bald. Now the last act in this play begins." I looked at her and tried to make sense of what she was saying. She was dressed in a form fitting jersey dress that showed her body beautifully. Her head was shiny and her make-up was fresh. She continued: "I always wanted you to become my hairless slut and when you agreed to shave your head, I realized that you were halfway there. Next I wanted to break you down until you had lost your identity and had become so completely submissive that you would be willing to do anything that was asked of you." I looked at her as she continued her version of our recent history. "When I saw that you were reduced to a beautiful submissive slave, I realized that my dream was close to being realized. All that remained was for me to learn what it was like to become a slave so that I could be sure that it was bearable. "I had myself captured by Mistress so that I could learn what a sex slave needs to know. I found pleasure in being your smooth slut and now I know that you will find pleasure in being my smooth slut. I have learned what a slave needs." She smiled and ceased her monologue. Mistress made a gesture and the door opened again. A small Asian lady entered the room pushing a light wheeled table. I looked at its contents which were heated wax in a small pot and strips of linen which were laid out beside it. This was what was used when I had a depilatory wax and my body was very smooth so there was no need for it. Then I realized what was happening. The hair on my head was long enough to be removed by waxing it. The Asian lady was there to remove my head hair and make me completely smooth once more. I sat meekly in the chair, resigned to the fact that Mistress and Gillian could over-power me with ease and it would be better to simply submit. My hands were bound behind my back and my legs were taped to the chair legs so that I could not interfere with my final humiliation. The woman was very professional and she worked quickly. She started at the back of my head and neck. She spread the hot wax with a wooden spatula and then pressed a linen strip into it. Then she yanked it away quickly, uprooting the stubble that had grown there. The pain was very great but I endured it with as much stoicism as I could muster. Each time she ripped out a strip of my hair, she pressed her palm on the denuded flesh to sooth it then repeated the process where there was still hair remaining. By the time it was over, tears were streaming down my cheek, partly as a result of the pain and partly as a result of the knowledge that this sort of treatment would surely cause me to become permanently bald if repeated very often. My inflamed scalp was soothed with a medicated cream and Gillian touched my bare head softly. "You are mine now Cypher. I am going to take you home so you can become accustomed to your enslavement." Enslavement Antonius growled and muttered incomprehensible words of encouragement as he ground into her, pounding her with hard, deep thrusts. Eowyn's head spun as her body wound tighter against him, waves of heat causing her body to break out in a fine sheen of sweet. He wrapped an arm beneath her shoulders, puling her tight against his rigid body. "Ah you are divinity, my Diana in the flesh. Ye gods, you are so fucking tight and wet" he moaned into her ear. The combination of his wicked word and skilled ministrations proved to much for her, and her body convulsed in release, vision swimming with hazy colours. Antonius grunted, plunging desperately into her clenching flesh, driving her pleasure on until she thought she would go mad. Soon, the feel of her velvety pussy milking his cock in liquid ripples pushed Antonius over the edge. His muscles corded and his balls tightened as he gave one last, brutal push. He uttered a hoarse shout of triumph as he spurted his hot seed within her. He sighed and slowly ground his hips against her, his body shuddering with the waning jolts of ecstasy. He collapsed limply against her yielding body, cock softening inside of her. Eowyn looked at him in bewilderment, muttering something in Gaelic before her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing deepened. Antonius smiled, realizing she had fallen soundly asleep. He gently loosened the scarves, freeing her limbs, and pulled a silken sheet over their nakedness. He curled himself protectively around her, brushing strands of tangled moonlit hair from her delicate, heart-shaped face. His lips grazed her ear as he settled beside her, and soon he too passed from the world of the living into the nether land of dreams.