"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.

He reflected to himself with joy that the virgin wasn't an entirely hopeless case. As he watched the uncertainty and pleasure streaming through her open face, his fingers stayed longer than was required, and her skin flushed a beautiful pink color.

Martha's eyes sprung wide as he abruptly stopped talking when he reached the conclusion that she had had enough. She bit her bottom lip and turned her head away as he chuckled. However, she was relieved that he remained silent on the matter because of it. The sharp edge of the blade lightly touched her skin, removing the remaining hair in a painless manner. He went over her mons repeatedly with the razor till he finally gave off the impression that he was convinced that she would meet Richard's stringent standards. In the end, he applied some ointment to the affected region in order to heal any potential discomfort.

"Ok, get down. It won't be much longer now." She had no idea what that was in reference to, but the comment caused her chest to tighten up with terror. He had said that she was undergoing training for the purpose of serving Richard, the master. The master! Because of it, she was a slave! Not only a captive but also a slave, with all the obligations and restrictions that come along with that status.

Steven took her by the hand and brought her back to the room with the mirrors. He didn't say a word as they made their way to the middle of the room. He hoisted her arms above her head and secured her in the same position that Richard had her in when he whipped her. In a state of terror, Martha started to flail about. "Please! I can't! Please!"

The way Steven stopped her was by lightly pressing his fingers across her lips. "Be quiet, you youngster. You won't have to worry about somebody flogging you. At least not in the immediate future." His eyes became all wrinkled up in a sarcastic expression. "Take a deep breath and take a look at yourself in the mirror," . Martha, on the other hand, turned her gaze to the ground and felt a wave of humiliation wash over her as she was reminded of the fact that she was nude. She was adamant about not wanting to see. On the other hand, Steven raised her face and forced her to look at herself in the mirror. There she was, standing there with her long, black hair curled up in a beautiful way as it dried. Her eyes were redder than usual, and her cheeks were heated. Her arms were raised over her head, giving the impression that her breasts were perky and high. Her gaze was pulled to the tiny small gap that was snuggled between her thighs, which she referred to as her "pussy."

Steven made Martha widen her legs by kicking her in the ankles, which caused the pain. The labia were protruding now, making them apparent since the curls had been removed. Martha was so embarrassed that she felt queasy. She had never before seen her own body thus stripped down, so completely exposed. Steven was also looking at her in a very intense manner. "We are going to get you into shape. I believe the best place to start today is with your typical workout program. And I'll prepare the meal for you. No more cookies and hot chocolate for you, my darling, in the wee hours of the night." Martha was taken aback by his laughter and wondered how he could possibly have known that this was her preferred time for a snack.

She wanted she could hide her naked body by lowering her arms, but she knew it was physically impossible. Steven started walking all around her, getting near enough for her to smell his breath, which was minty and delicious at the same time. "Now listen carefully, my little companion," he said. "Your training has officially begun as of this very now. Richard and I each have our duties as your instructors. A kinder approach would be more to my liking, notwithstanding the fact that he takes great pleasure in his role as your strict taskmaster. I will instruct you via your body, leading you through both pleasant and unpleasant sensations."

While he was talking to her, he came extremely near to her so that they were facing each other while they stood there. She was relieved that the picture of her curvy, bare body was obscured by the tall, lean figure of him. Even though her heart was pounding in her chest, she did not experience the awful horror that she had previously felt when she was in this position; when Richard was caning her virgin skin. In order to nuzzle her neck, Steven dipped his head, and then proceeded to land a series of very light kisses on her face and neck. Martha moved slightly as an uncomfortable tightness developed in her pelvis as a result of the gentle tickling sensation.

His lips moved in fast small kisses down to her nipple as his head dipped further lower, following the soft curve of her right breast as he traced it with his tongue. When his tongue touched her nipple, she experienced a bolt of electricity that ran through her body. She could feel it drawing closer to him, as if it were making an effort to get closer. She had had this feeling in the past, most notably when Evan's kisses were really passionate, but he had never, ever kissed her in that location!

Martha was aware that she ought to put up a fight; she should object. However, in all honesty, what was the point? How ludicrous it is for her to attempt to articulate her fundamentalist beliefs about the female body as something that is totally off bounds until marriage and even then just for the sake of reproduction. Now, she had no other option. And words may just serve to enrage her captor, leading him to forget about kissing in favor of something far more unpleasant.

As his tongue searched for and located her second nipple, Martha let out the faintest of sighs as her eyelids began to flutter closed and a tiny sigh. It was the tiniest of sighs. Because she was worn out from the worries and stresses she had experienced over the last two days, she finally gave in to the temptation to focus on the physical sensations she was experiencing.

Steven was able to detect a reduction in her level of stress and felt her body relax as a result. He gave a tiniest hint of a grin, clearly delighted by her response. While he was on his knees, he allowed his tongue wander down between her breasts, all the way down her stomach, and into the plump tiny mons that were as exposed as a baby's. Steven put his index finger on either of Martha's outer labia, which caused her pussy to widen ever so slightly. Martha's legs remained widely apart.