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.

Martha's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she leaped backward and let out a little cry as she did so. "Steven spoke in a low voice, "quiet. I will not do you any harm. Martha, I'm aware that you're a virgin. I'm going to guess that you've never explored the inside of your own body. The moment has come for you to do so, and I'm going to be here to guide you through the process. Martha, you don't really have a say in the issue at this point. There is no other option."

There is no other option. There is no other option. As Steven moved her lips apart further, it repeated itself in her thoughts like a chant. She had no option when she felt his tongue, which was warm and moist, dart between the folds of her dress. She had no choice in the matter as she felt a peculiar, hot, liquid pleasure beginning to rise up inside of her as his tongue swept around her small nubbin. There is no other option available. There is no other option.

And at that moment, not even the words could be heard above the roar of unadulterated feeling and unadulterated joy. She didn't even flinch as he inserted a finger into her pussy, which was moist and slick now due to his kisses and her own secretions, but she let him do it anyhow. The level of pleasure continued to increase until Martha first wailed, and then writhed in agonizing delight as her body convulsed with ecstasy. Steven used both of his enormous hands to hold her motionless as he continued to lick and kiss her until she was very exhausted. He grabbed each hip while he did this.

Martha sagged in her shackles, and if she hadn't been chained to the ground, she certainly would have fallen. Steven got to his feet, the sweat from her body shining on his face. The air in the room was thick with the pungent odor of sex. While Martha was having an orgasmic experience, she experienced a surge of blood throughout her body, which caused her face to become flushed and her neck and chest to become mottled.

Martha was assisted to the ground by Steven as the handcuffs were unfastened and she was supported by him. While she was recuperating, he sat with her and cradled her head on his lap. She had never experienced anything like that before, and it left her feeling absolutely drained. When her breathing calmed down and he could no longer feel the thumping of her heart against him, he muttered, "I'm sorry." "Martha, you were there from the very beginning. This is just the beginning. I am going to lay claim to you in such a comprehensive manner that you will need my touch."

Martha could feel a soft throb in her posterior region. When she and Evan kissed awkwardly and stumblingly in Evan's vehicle, she felt a subtle sensation of joy that completely overpowered the normal feelings of shame and remorse she normally felt. Something had begun in Martha that was as compelling as the first lick of flame around the head of a match. Martha had faith in what Steven had to say. And she understood that it was not a warning, but rather a promise.

Martha continued to sleep after Steven had departed, but she awoke abruptly when Richard entered the room with a big whip with several strands. He did not engage her in conversation but instead violently lifted her up, attached the leather cuffs on her wrists to a chain, and then attached the chain to the ceiling, forcing her to stand on her toes.

Richard pulled a rubber ball gag from his bag of tricks and used it to open Martha's lips before buckling it behind her head. This caused Martha to laugh uncontrollably. Martha was shocked when she saw her reflection in the mirrors, which depicted her with a brilliant red ball and eyes that were wide open in fright. Because the ball was pressing her tongue into the back of her throat, she was unable to utter a sound.

Richard approached the pigs and fastened a little alligator clip to each of their nipples. A silver chain was used to attach the clips to one another. Martha fought frantically as the teeth cut into her fragile nipples, and a muffled cry emitted from the back of her mouth, where the rubber ball had been forced, as she screamed in pain. She had no idea that the clamps would not do any lasting harm to her, so she was scared that they might cut her. She saw the chain moving back and forth between her breasts, the clips pushing her nipples until they were crimson and flat between the metal teeth.

She had the sensation that her head was about to come off, and she very well may have done so if it weren't for the shackles that were holding her up. Without any introduction or explanation, Richard immediately started hitting Martha across her back, her privates, and her thighs. The spanking he received was systematic and exhaustive. As time passed, she felt a burning sensation over her whole back and behind. After that, he went to the front of the line. Even though he was not a very tall guy, he had an incredible amount of strength and did not seem to be in the least bit exhausted by the whipping, which had been going on for quite some time.

Martha wailed in anguish as the lash struck the clamps that were placed on her nipples, and she swayed as she leaned heavily into the chains, placing all of her weight on her wrists. Her eyelids were puffy, and she slumped to the ground. Richard dropped the whip and looked at her for a bit before continuing. While he waited for her to come to, his cock was pushing firmly against his pants, and he moved it about a little bit while he did so.

A minute or two later, the poor girl opened her eyes, and when she focused on Richard wielding his whip, she jerked back as if there was any way for her to get away from him. On the other hand, there was no way out. He had previously assured her that he would instruct her on the nature of suffering, and he went back on his word. After giving her front a solid spanking, he unclamped her nipples and walked away. Martha's eyes welled up with tears of agony as the blood poured back, engorged the nipples, and pushed against them.

However, when he was fastening the terrible clips to her labia, she forgot about this. As she danced in agony, the chain jangled and slapped her thighs as she attempted in vain to avoid the merciless flogging that was continuing. At long last, Richard's grin betrayed his contentment. When he let go of Martha, she slumped to the ground and seemed to be lifeless and lifeless as she lay there.