Free Bound and Initiated by Emily Tilton Page B

looks more submissive once her pubic hair has been taken away.”
    “Y-yes, domina?” Sarah’s face seemed to go hot and cold alternately as she considered the degrading idea.
    “Yes. Pater Robert wouldn’t be interested in enjoying a girl who wasn’t bare: like all the men of Ostia, he demands a nice smooth vulva, as is his right.”
    Oh, God. The unguessed-at things, unguessed only because Sarah’s mind recoiled even as her body cried out, with furrowed brow and bitten lip, and with the terrible moisture that she felt sure must soon start to drip, trickle, gush from her pussy.
    Claudia walked to the counter and opened a drawer. She took out a battery-powered hair clipper.
    Now? “Oh, no,” Sarah said. “Please. I’m… I’m not ready. Please…”
    “You’re ready when we say you are, columba.”
    Then, with no further ado, Claudia turned on the clipper and began to remove Sarah’s pubic hair. She said nothing. She simply took advantage of Sarah’s splayed thighs and raised knees, and harvested the little golden crop. Sarah’s brow knit, and much as she tried she couldn’t hold down the little sobs as she watched herself laid bare between her legs and even between her bottom cheeks.
    She knew that Claudia could see much more than she herself could, and she felt obscurely that that fact enhanced the shame. Her pussy seemed somehow to have exposed itself lasciviously to the gaze of the elegant woman who in fact did the exposing, once again taking erotic control of Sarah James, a girl who had always thought she would always be in charge of her sexual fate.
    Then, from a cupboard, Claudia brought out what could only be a pot of hot wax, which she plugged in, still saying nothing.
    “Oh, please…” Sarah finally said, as her heart began to thud wildly.
    “Don’t be silly, Sarah. Did you sign the contract or not? You must be prepared according to our specifications. You’ll be amazed how smooth and soft your vulva and anal area are after I wax them.”
    It hurt terribly; there was nothing arousing about it. Nevertheless, as the strips of cloth were peeled away quickly and efficiently, and Sarah gave little shrieks of pain, she could feel that it had a terrible eroticism to it as well, for she could not stop thinking about what Pater Robert would see when he laid eyes on her bare pussy for the first time. He thought her pretty in her lingerie, with a whipped bottom. Would he think her pussy pretty when he… when he did whatever he would do? When he enjoyed her?
    She closed her eyes and cried out, and then suddenly Claudia was saying, “It’s done, columba. Open your eyes.” Sarah obeyed, and found that Claudia was holding a hand mirror up so that she could see what she looked like now. The sight seemed so shameful: cute pink lips peeping out saucily, and even a hint of the bud of her clit at the top, but Sarah couldn’t look away, even from the sight of the little pink anus nestled in between the well-punished cheeks, where the waxing had made her face flush so very hot.
    “There, now. You’re ready for your instructional exam.” Claudia put away the clipper and the wax pot. “I’ll see you in a little while, Sarah, for your final preparation before you’re taken downstairs to be initiated. You remember—on my coffee table.” She smiled in a way that almost struck Sarah as hungry. “Don’t worry, columba. I’ll take your mind off your coming ordeal, if you’re a good girl for me.”
    Sarah’s mouth hung open as Claudia held her gaze for a long moment. She worried suddenly that she was expected to say Yes, domina . How she might be punished if she failed to say the right thing, and the knowledge of how open she lay to further discipline, bound to this exam table, made her flinch.
    But Claudia’s strange smile broadened for a split second, and then she turned and went out, her feet stirring a few of Sarah’s lost yellow curls where they lay on the linoleum floor.
    There Sarah waited for the