It only seemed like an hour had gone, although just minutes had passed. Martha was unable to control her shaking. It was a relief to find out that he had not murdered her. To God be the glory, she was still alive after all these years. She had to persevere through this ordeal in order to succeed. She was at a loss to explain why, but she was certain that she needed to be courageous and depend on her faith. She was chained and kept in place by a giant hook that was sunk in the boards, and her hands were spread out in front of her. It was difficult for her to keep this in mind as she knelt there with her head on the cold wooden floor.

Her whole body began to shake, and she had no idea how to stop it. She was aware that she needed to take a silly image, which included her exposing her nude body, which was very enormous, with her ass being shoved up and her legs spread so that her bare genitalia was revealed. And she still needed to go to the bathroom. Her eyes started to water, and the tears tickled her nose, which was already starting to flow. As a result of being forced into this unfamiliar position, she was experiencing excruciating pain in her legs.

When she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, all of the thoughts that were making her feel physically uncomfortable flew out of her brain. Only the shaking remained consistent throughout. Richard crept in unseen on his bare feet as the door gradually opened and opened. This time around he was wearing black pants and there was no shirt on him. He was holding something in his hands, which seemed to be a stick. He crouched down next to the lady who was prostrate and placed the object behind her.

"How are you this morning, cunt?" His tone lacked the comedy and warmth that Steven's had, which were both there in Steven's. The British accents were brief and concise in their delivery. Martha was taken aback by the term, which caused her to redden to the point where her cheeks were burning. A hand on her hair, pulling it up and to the side with force. The pain caused Martha to groan.

"You are going to respond with "Good morning, master" whenever I say "good morning, cunt." Do you get the meaning of the phrase "I am your slave cunt"?" He acted as if he were instructing her in a basic word in a foreign language by the way he talked to her. He talked in a measured manner, was quite straightforward, and had very little intonation. Richard exerted more force on her tresses, tilting her head to the side and back. Martha's eyes were being forced shut, and she started whimpering as a result. He spoke in a hushed tone as he said, "Now we'll try again, will we?"

"Please," she started pleading with him. "I beg you, refrain from doing this. Please–" He delivered a heavy smack to her face before releasing his grip on her hair.

"Martha, you really are quite the moron, aren't you? You are unable to carry out even the most basic of instructions. To my good fortune, I have a lot of spare time. You are not going anywhere, that is for certain. Therefore, we will begin once again. But first, a little amount of discipline to assist you keep in mind that you are expected to comply. I'm going to identify you with my go-to cane in a moment. It's a very little instrument, but it packs a powerful punch and is popular in Thailand."

Richard picked up the thin flexible rod that was lying on the ground behind Martha. He turned it so that it was towards her face. "Open your eyes, cunt. You may not think much of this cane at first glance, but it will teach you proper etiquette if you use it. I will expect you to kiss it after each time that I use it on you as a thank you for being disciplined, which is something that you will undoubtedly be in dire need of. You have the option to pick between a kiss before or a kiss after this time. Which option do you choose, cunt?"

Martha was sobbing uncontrollably, with tears flowing down both her eyes and nose. It seemed as if Richard was completely uninterested. "I'll consider that as a sign that you'll kiss it after it kisses you if you continue to refuse to respond," the person said. His eyes shone with a harsh and brilliant brilliance, and his lips was pulled into a tight grin. After positioning himself behind the young girl, he knelt down and brought the thin cane crashing down with force into her unborn flesh.

Martha let out a yowl as the agony ran through her behind like a burning line of fire. Richard watched as the welt began to expand, transforming from a thin white line into a blazing crimson spot. After achieving his goal, he strolled around the girl who was chained and prostrate while holding the rod in front of her face. Martha's determination had finally given out, and she puckered her lips and kissed the cane in submission. Richard nodded, giving the impression that he was content. "Now. I hope you had a good night, cunt."

"Um, g-good morning, master," she said. Her hiccups were followed by sobs "What else? Please, God, don't torment me any more; I can't recall anything!"

""Good morning, your highness. I am your slave cunt.'"

"Good morning to you, your highness. I am your slave." Her normal speaking volume has dropped to a whisper.

"I'm sorry, cunt, but I can't hear you. Say it again. Louder. If I am unable to hear what you are saying, I will spank you once more."

"Oh, no! Please don't do that!" She had a big sniffle and then started again, "Good morning to you, your highness. I am your c-cunt slave, master." The very act of uttering the phrase caused her discomfort, and she had the sensation that shattered glass was lodged in her throat.

"Better. On this front, we will work." He rubbed his hand over her moist head. "How crazy that the power of words should make you feel even more embarrassed than your silly posture on the ground. Your cunt is in plain view. Your filthy, hairy, tiny twat cunt is right there in front of you. I'm looking at it, cunt. Most likely, it is as dry as a bone. Is that the case, Martha? Is your cunt completely devoid of moisture? Cunt, please tell me that your cunt is as dry as a bone."

A little sob. As she struggled to catch her breath, Richard swung the cane about in the air "I really have no idea! Please don't ask me, I have no idea! I have no idea what it is that you desire!" The impact of the bamboo on her body caused her to scream.

Richard, completely oblivious to her crying, replied "You are not aware of this. That makes sense. I'll tell you." After turning around, he straddled Martha's back and positioned himself so that he was facing her posterior. She struggled to breathe beneath his weight. He reached below her and shoved his stout finger into her pussy while doing so. Martha sobbed and made many attempts to break free of her bonds, but she was unable to do so.

"As I had anticipated. Dry. Poor tiny Jessica, she's so anxious. That is the name that we ought to give you. Girl, I have a lot of information that I need to share with you. It is considered impolite to be dry in front of your master, which is one of the many reasons. However, given that you are a first-year student, we will overlook this infraction. You are going to learn how to get wet from Steven. To a far greater extent his responsibility. I–" He stopped for effect. "–will make it such that the lesson is understood by everybody." As soon as he got up, Martha let out a sigh of relief since the burden he had been placing on her was gone. She wanted to move; to draw her legs in and get away from it all.

"Today is going to be the first day of your training. I am going to educate you on the experience of pain. You probably believe that you have a low tolerance for a lot of things. I'm going to show you that it is possible for you to. But before we get into it, Steven is going to educate you on pleasure." Richard left without saying another word to Martha or so much as glancing in her direction. She gave thanks to God in her mind.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really just a few minutes, Martha finally heard, "Hello, sweet one. Unfortunately, Richard was not blown away by what he saw." As Steven entered the room, beaming, Martha had the sudden realization that, in comparison to Richard, she was genuinely happy to see Steven. This came as a bit of a shock to her. He seemed to be quite busy, but after a few minutes, to everyone's amazement, he started taking the shackles off of her feet! She dared not glance around, but she could feel him undoing the clasp on the leg chain that was holding her legs together. After that, he turned back and unfastened his grip on her wrists. Martha still didn't dare to move. The scorch scars left by the cane served as a constant reminder to her to maintain her composure. After being gently moved over by Steven, Martha became aware that both of her limbs had fallen asleep.

After placing a cushioned pallet made of cotton bedding next to her, he rolled her onto the cotton bedding. She remained still as he slowly massaged her legs and arms, which stimulated a pleasant tingling sensation but ultimately brought much-needed comfort. "Now, Martha, pay close attention to this. I'm going to break down a few things for you right now. A few things that can make it simpler for you to adjust to life in this location. Richard insists that I don't have to explain anything to the toys, but in my experience, doing so makes the transition much smoother.

"To begin, as you may have already surmised, Richard is in charge of everything around here. It's not quite accurate to say that I work for him. You might say that I am a part of him. The same amount as you do, even if you aren't aware of it just yet. I am his man, and you are his plaything." Steven smiled broadly, his eyes glittering, a very little blush appearing on his cheeks. Martha looked at him in a bewildered manner as she peered at him.

"He's homosexual, idiot," Steven muttered to himself in exasperation. Martha seemed to be in shock, her deeply held Christian beliefs having been deeply wounded. "Oh, stop," Steven said in an annoyed tone. "Don't worry, I enjoy females. I simply happen to enjoy guys too, and after you figure out how Steven does things, you'll find out that he's really very fascinating. Martha, if you would just let go of this entire offended religious kick, you would find that you have an incredible amount of potential for enjoyment.

"But, in any case, let's get to the point. Richard is attracted to boys, especially those who do not have hair. He enjoys having fun with females, but they are not on his romantic radar. You were chosen in part because your tits aren't too large than average. He finds it intolerable when older women's large, sagging breasts come in the way of everything. Once we get you into better condition, we see a lot of promise in you, despite the fact that you are on the heavier side. He appreciates a large ass. However, the first thing that has to be done is to remove all of this hair off you. You should leave your hair on your head since he enjoys pulling it out while he is tormenting you." Martha bit her lips as she stifled a little sigh that came out of her mouth while it was open.

"However, the remainder of it needs to be removed. I'm going to get you something to eat, and after that, we'll go to the restroom together. The sole reason I'm going to use warm water is because I think it will help us get a closer shave. Do not delude yourself into thinking that you have already earned yourself some trouble because you have not. Now, all you have to do is take it easy, and I'll be right here in a moment. Today is day one of your diet."

As he exited the room, he was humming a song and acting as if he had not a concern in the world. He had just abducted a lady and was preparing to hold her hostage, but he was singing the whole time! She was even more terrified by the easygoing manner in which he confided in her; his cavalier attitude was unnerving in light of the situation. At least Richard was able to fulfill the role of the antagonist as she had anticipated. What exactly was she supposed to think of Steven?

When Martha closed her eyes, thoughts of her parents, who must have been beyond themselves with worry over her disappearance, and of Evan, her sweet Evan, prompted her to cry once again. She cleaned her nose with the palm of her hand, and after that she curled up into the fetal position with her eyes securely shut. After waiting a few minutes, Steven eventually came back with a cup of soup along with some carrot sticks. Martha appreciatively sipped the hot beverage and munched on the sticks at the same time. After she had finished, she was nearly as hungry as she had been before. "Have you had enough?" Steven grinned at her.

Martha started to say, "Well, to tell you the truth," but Steven interrupted her and placed his finger to her lips.

"Martha, you are not to say another thing. You've decided to start a diet today. Believe me when I say you'll be grateful to me in the future. You may seem overweight on the outside, but inside you have a physique that is just stunning." Martha's face reddened with anger, but Steven continued. "I am aware of anything that might divert your attention away from your hunger. We're going to get rid of all of that unattractive feminine hair and make you as smooth as a newborn baby. As a part of your morning toilette, we will do this task for you each and every day "he continued, pronouncing the term in a manner typical of the French language.

Martha did not have an option but to shake his hand since he extended it to her. He guided her once again through the entrance of her jail and all the way to the restroom. She sat down this time when he pointed to the restroom because she knew that if she didn't, she would certainly have another accident if she didn't sit down.

As she became a fiery red and was temporarily unable to pee, Steven observed her with a smile on his face as she went through the experience. However, need triumphed over propriety, and before long a continuous stream of hot water spilled into the toilet, much to Martha's chagrin and relief. During the time that Steven was filling the tub with warm water, he had her kneel on the bath mat. The room was filled with a wonderful aroma of sandalwood and a tinge of lavender when he added something from a nice glass container.

She obeyed his command and went into the building. When I finally gave in and sank into the warm water, I was greeted by the most heavenly aroma. The cane thrashing gave her derriere a painful ache. The warmth of the water helped her relax, and she even let out a little sigh of contentment as a result of the effect it had on her. It seems that Steven is content. He proceeded to apply the soap to her skin carefully, and then he poured some of the water from the bathtub into a pitcher made of porcelain to rinse her off.

Taking a tiny bottle he continued, "This is a specialized oil that is excellent for use in the shaving process. It will maintain your skin as soft as a baby's bottom. Martha, you really do have the most beautiful skin. Were you aware of that?" Martha was unaware of the information. She was not at all accustomed to receiving praises, yet despite this, she was delighted by the comment in some hidden part of her. She was not at all used to receiving compliments.

"Now, maintain a very motionless posture and do what you are instructed, and everything will work out well. We do not want any kind of nicks, thus it is imperative that you follow me. Do you understand what I mean? The only marks that Richard will be interested in seeing on you are the ones that he creates himself." When he made that comment, Martha felt a chill down her spine, and then her eyes got wide as he pulled out a massive and heavy looking razor from his pocket. He instructed her to elevate one leg at a time, starting with the lower one. His movements were deliberate and fluid, and he completed the task in record time. The next area he touched was Martha's underarms, which made things more difficult for her since she was easily tickled and was also embarrassed that he was caressing her so intimately. However, she was able to endure it, and he eventually gave up.

ow, let's get out of the tub together. I want to shave your pussy while you're sitting on the counter so we can do it together. The bathtub is not the best place for this activity."

"Oh, God. I beg you, refrain from doing it. It was too much for me to bear. I'm imploring you..." He was careful not to hurt her.

"Martha, you need to calm down. You are aware of the guidelines. Our master Richard doesn't like hair. Especially disgusting hairy tiny twats, which is what he refers to them as. It is not up to either you or me to decide, and it is also not up to anybody else. If you don't cooperate, I'll have to bring in Richard to do it for you, and trust me when I say that he doesn't mind a little amount of blood in the least."

When Martha considered her own blood, particularly in that area, she became pale and felt herself beginning to stagger, and her head began to spin. She got out of the tub in an obedient manner and stood there still while Steven dried her off with a towel. He placed a clean towel on the counter and indicated for her to pull herself up while waiting for her to do so.

"Good. Now, open up your leg space. Oh, please stop, I've been seeing your nudity for the last several hours. Please get over this problem with your sense of modesty! It's getting to be a really laborious process." He slapped severely at her thighs, and Martha unwillingly spread them a few inches. Steven put down the razor and began to use his bare hands to spread her legs as far as possible. "Now. If you even try to shut them, I will rope your legs apart and kick you in the shins. Do you understand?"

Martha's eyes were tightly closed, but she maintained a space between her legs. First, Steven took a tiny pair of scissors used for barbers and removed as much of the curls as he could by cutting them. Fearful of the sharp, cold blades that were so close to her sensitive areas, Martha made an effort to be extremely motionless. Steven put the scissors down, content in the knowledge that he had used them to their full potential.

As he squirted some of the heated oil into his fingers and stroked it gently around Martha's labia, Martha could feel the softness and warmth of the oil. It was an odd feeling, and maybe even a pleasant one, if she was capable of acknowledging such a thing. Martha had never touched herself since she had been brought up to believe that doing so is a sin. A novel experience was being engendered by him as he worked. She had an unusual mixture of embarrassment and pleasure, and she wished to shut her legs but was afraid to do so since she didn't dare.

When Steven rubbed her pussy lips, he grazed over the clit, and he observed that she suddenly took a breath and then let out a short moan. He was attentive, and he noted both of these things.