Free The Queen Slave by Savannah Reardon Page A

treated so you do not have to be shaved any longer. We need to get rid of this stubble first though,” the nurse said as she produced a depilatory cream from the case she was carrying and spread it generously over Neenah’s mound and ass, even getting between the fold and into her ass crack to make sure all stray hairs were covered. The nurse went back to the bathroom and came back carrying a basin filled with water and a cloth so that she could wash the fast acting depilatory off Neenah’s skin.
    Once she was certain that all hairs had been removed, she took a sonic pulse unit out of her case. The unit sent sonic pulses into the hair follicles, paralyzing them, which prevented them from growing hair for up to twelve months. The nurse took her time, making sure that she had zapped all the follicles in the area of Neenah’s pussy and ass.
    “There, all done, now you will not have worry about shaving for quite some time,” the nurse said and then left the room.
    A few minutes had passed when a short older man entered the room carrying a large black bag and approached Neenah’s chair. He pulled a nearby stool over and sat down in between Neenah’s legs. Pulling some cotton and a bottle of clear liquid out of his bag, he poured the liquid over the cotton and began rubbing it on the area right above her pubis.
    From the smell not to mention the way it stung on her newly denuded skin, she could tell that the clear liquid was alcohol. He then pulled out of his bag a cylindrical metal object with a tube protruding from the bottom end and what looked like a needle poking out the top. He pulled a jar out of the bag and set it on the adjoining table, and then hooked the tube into the jar.
    He flicked a switch on the cylinder and it purred to life, vibrating slightly in his hands. “This might hurt a bit miss,” he said as he brought the cylinder down to her skin.
    Neenah yelped in surprise and pain as the needle bit into her sensitive skin. Her fists clenched and tears began to run down her cheeks as the needle continued to jab into her skin. After what seemed like an eternity, the humming stopped and the man began gathering his supplies and putting them back into his black bag.
    Neenah lay in the chair, trying to calm down, her still skin smarting from the tattooing she had just received. She speculated that this is what Master meant by his mark. She wondered what would be done to her to symbolize that she was his primary.
    No sooner had she thought this than the door opened, and in walked another man. He carried a small pouch in one hand and a small ice chest in the other. He came up and stood at Neenah’s side. Using a marker, he placed a dot on each side of first one nipple and then the other. He stepped back and checked to make sure the dots were lined up evenly. Opening the chest, he pulled out an ice cube and began to circle it around her nipple.
    The shocking cold was a new sensation for Neenah, but amazingly, it felt really good. He continued circling her nipple until it was standing very erect, and then he did the same thing to the other nipple. Once he had them both standing at attention, he reached into his pouch and brought out two clamps. He attached the clamps on Neenah’s areolas to keep the nipples standing straight up. A needle was pulled out of the pouch, and Neenah realized what he was about to do.
    He punched the needle through her nipple, and Neenah screamed. He took a fourteen gage ring and slid it through the hole the needle had carved through her nipple. Then, he repeated the process with the other nipple.
    Neenah was left in the chair, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her nipples were throbbing from the intense pain of having the needle shoved through them. The feeling of the metal underneath her skin was very strange.
    Shortly thereafter, Master returned and admired the work that had been done on her and then released her from the chair and informed her that she could have the rest of the day as a