Free Midnight Eternal by NJ Cole

up and down, making me feel about an inch tall. I had no idea what I’d done to her, but clearly I’d offended her somehow.
    “Well, hello there, butterfly,” Trudy said, walking into the reception area. “It’s so nice to see you. Would you please follow me?”
    Once again we began with the waxing. “Alright, your Sir said no hair from the waist down. Is that okay?”
    “Um, yeah, it’s fine, but he’s my Master now.” I couldn’t help the smile on my face.
    “I noticed that. Congratulations. I’m sure you’ve been serving him well.” She pulled back the paper that I’d been given to cover my body after undressing. “Oh, you have been serving him well!” Her eyes were staring right at my pussy when she made the last comment.
    “Yes, I have been.” I had no idea what to say to that, and I knew I was bright red.
    “Oh, don’t be embarrassed—that’s what good girls do. Okay, just like last time, tell me if it hurts.”
    Ironically it really didn’t, though I had to admit I was focused on something else entirely. Right after she pulled the first strip of cloth from my body, she pressed her hand against the area to dull the pain. She had done this at my last appointment and her hands were cold. At the time, I’d believed it was because my skin was hot from the wax. Now I began to wonder if it wasn’t for a different reason. My mind raced with thoughts. Was she a Bocaj like my Master?
    “All done,” she said after finishing my legs and armpits. “Let’s get you in to see Hilda.”
    Once again, Hilda didn’t say a word during the massage, but her hands were wonderful. When I was done, she told me to get dressed, as I had a manicure and pedicure next.
    While I was putting my clothes back on, I heard two voices arguing down the hall. I recognized them as Trudy and the receptionist, whose name I still couldn’t remember.
    “I’m not doing it,” the receptionist said harshly.
    “I have a waxing and you are totally capable of giving a pedicure.”
    “That is beside the point. I’m not washing her feet.”
    My eyes opened wide. Were they talking about me? Or was there another person here as well?
    “And did you see her parading around here with that collar on?” the receptionist continued. “Oliver said that he’d never collar a submissive. Maybe he did it for the same reason anyone collars a bitch—so she won’t run off.”
    They were talking about me! Had my Master really said that he would never collar a submissive? I felt a bit of pride that he’d chosen me, and I knew he hadn’t done it so I wouldn’t run off.
    “That’s not why Doms collar submissives and you know it, Gretchen.”
    That was her name—Gretchen—and I was thankful that Trudy was setting her straight. I was about to walk out of the room when Gretchen spoke again.
    “Actually, I don’t know anything. I mean, it was only about two months ago that I was kneeling before him with his dick in my mouth, and he told me he just wasn’t the kind of Dom to collar a sub. What could have changed in that time frame?”
    My heart sank. She’d knelt for my Master? She’d given him a blowjob?
    “What he does really isn’t any of your concern anymore,” Trudy admonished.
    “The hell it isn’t. When he gets bored with her, he’ll come back to me. I served him and he used me in every way possible for ten years. Do you think that just goes away? Hell no. When he gets bored with her—and he never keeps his human submissives for more than a year—he’ll be back.”
    Tears were streaming down my face. Not only had the beautiful receptionist been with him once , she’d been his submissive for ten years, serving him in every way imaginable. She commented about me being human, which confirmed my earlier suspicion that they were both Bocaj.
    “Gretchen, you need to let this go. If he collared her, Oliver must be happy.”
    “Happy? That’s a joke. Do you know what he was doing when I saw him three weeks ago? He was jerking