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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 37

   Raising the couch back to it's normal height Randy ignored her crying as
he carefully wiped her face and chest with a washcloth, rubbing her breasts
firmly and toweling them briskly dry before putting her brassiere back on,
the sheer full cups covering all the evidence of his pleasure at her
breasts.  Straightening her legs somewhat he slid her pantyhose down to her
calves, releasing one leg to slip them off, then re-securing it before
doing the same with the other leg.  Extending her legs back up into the air
he began stroking her cleft, rubbing gently across her full swollen lips
until she began to moan, her vagina pulsing with a small bead of moisture
that glistened at the edge of her full lips.  Leaning down he gave one last
long luscious lick, dragging his tongue from stem to stern, trying to
memorize her taste, certain that it was going to be the last time he ever
got this close to her luscious pussy in his lifetime.  She thrust her hips
at him in one last entreaty for relief but he ignored it.  He sighed,
taking one last admiring look down at her, fully primed, moist and open. 
"Damn, you're the best tasting piece of ass I've had in a long time.'' he
said wistfully, admiring her.  ''If you weren't such a controlling
bitch......'' He shook his head and resumed preparing her.  Reaching over
to the tray he held up two jars and brought them over for Jasmine to see.

   ''I'll be nice, you've got a choice, wax or hair remover?'' he asked,
getting a shriek and a renewed struggle at her sudden awareness what was in
store for her.  He grinned at her thrashing panic, her cries of rage and
fear bouncing harmlessly off the walls as her spread thighs strained
against their bonds.

   ''No answer?'' he shrugged, picking up a jar, opening it and tipping it
towards her.  ''You were lucky this time, it's hair remover, but if you're
good and ask nice I'll use some wax for the tender parts.'' She pleaded
with him, twisting and bucking.  her thighs and buttocks quivering in
desperation.  He walked calmly over to her side and added several more
straps, one across her hips and the other under her breasts, picking them
up by the nipple as he slid the coarse nylon under them.  He cinched the
straps down gradually tighter, making it difficult to draw a full breath.
Donning a pair of gloves he proceeded to smear the paste all over her
crotch, layering it over the downy crest of fur at the top of her
struggling mound before sitting back and setting the jar down quietly,
waiting for her to stop thrashing.  She continued her heaving against the
restraints, unwilling to accept this punishment, wanting to change her mind
and simply leave the Estate, not wanting the punishment she knew the
Director had in store for her.  Finally exhausted, she collapsed, helpless
in the embrace of the couch and waited for Randy to continue with the hair
remover.

   '' I'd hold still if I were you, so I don't burn you.'' he said quietly,
picking up his glove and jar and continued to smear the thick paste into
the folds between her legs, covering every convoluted inch.  After several
minutes he pulled a basin out from under the couch and took a gentle spray
and slowly wiped off every evidence of her womanly hair, leaving her pink
and completely bald .

   ''Please.....', she whispered, speaking clearly, the drug having finally
left her tongue, ''Please don't do this.  I won't be able to stand it, I'll
go crazy......please don't, I'll do...urk!", she gagged as he shoved the
remains of her panties into her mouth, sealing her lips shut with surgical
tape.

   ''I'll mention to Dr.  Collins how you told me a month of chastity was
chump change, that anyone could last that long standing on their head." Her
eyes opened in panic as her muffled screaming worked its way around the
gag, her head shaking violently.

   "You can lie here while we see how much time she tacks on.", he smiled,
her racking sobs making his satisfaction complete.  There was a quiet knock
on the door.

   Chapter 38

   Dr.  Collins walked in, two nurses behind her pushing a rolling cart
covered with surgical cloths.  Coming over to Jasmine she stood by her side
checking to see what kind of job Randy had done.  Inspecting the struggling
young woman closely she was pleased to see no overt sign of damage other
than a few pale hickeys just above the cups of her bra and along the side
of her neck.  Stroking her hands over Jasmine's splayed thighs and bare
mound she spread the plump outer lips apart, satisfied to find a fully
aroused female, her inner lips fully engorged but pre-orgasmic, with no
evidence of penetration, either vaginally or anally.  She was pleased with
the smoothness of Jasmine's skin, running her fingers over the tender pink
flesh and felt no evidence of any hair or stubble, especially around her
anus where the most irritation from the device would occur.

   'Very good Randy, you did an excellent job, nicely done.  Was there any
trouble?", she asked, pointing to the tape covering the mouth of the
struggling girl.  Looking at Jasmine he turned back to the director.  ''No
Ma'am, the drug was wearing off and her screaming was getting tiresome.  I
thought you would find it as annoying as I did."

   ''Hmm, very considerate'', she said wryly, continuing her walk around
the girl.  ''Do you think she has any last words?'', she asked, watching
Jasmine renew her struggling, her muted screaming not even getting a glance
from the director.

   'No Ma'am", Randy said sincerely, keeping a casual face.  "I think she's
pretty well come around to accepting her punishment, right Jasmine?'', he
asked.  turning to address her.  Her panting, heaving body spoke otherwise
but they both deliberately ignored her struggles.

   ''OK then, lets get started.'' the Director said, motioning to the two
nurses standing to one side.  They rolled the surgical cart alongside the
couch, pulling the sterile cloth aside to reveal a deep tray of water with
what looked to be a sheer pair of full cut panties floating in it.

   ''You two prepare Jasmine while I get the mesh ready'', she directed the
two nurses.  Pointing to Randy she motioned him to stand by Jasmine's head
''So you can help calm her while we work'', she said, seeing him smile as
he stood behind her, tilting her head up to watch them prepare her for
chastisement.  The nurses had first loosened her hip restraint and raised
her buttocks off the table completely, pulling her legs back to point them
up towards the ceiling and spreading them wide to expose her fully to the
harsh surgical light.  Drawn and quartered she lay there, sobbing as the
nurses began swabbing her bare mound, outer lips and both cheeks of her
buttocks with a pale orange liquid which quickly dried to a thin shiny
film, making her look like she was wearing a pair of very tight clear
orange hot pants.  Taking small swabs they also coated her inner lips and
the opening to her vagina.  Dr.  Collins quickly laid out the anatomically
shaped cloth under her, bringing the sides up and around her waist, over
her mound and pulling up a flap that covered her vagina and anus
completely. Using a surgical blade and several small clamps she carefully
sculpted the mesh over her buttocks and both pairs of lips and the first
inch of her damp vagina, using her finger to rub the mesh down evenly
inside her.  Carefully she pulled and stretched an extra flap to cover her
clitoris, folding the edges smooth and wrapping the little bud almost
completely.  She continued, slowly smoothing and stretching the mesh until
it fit her exactly like a second skin.  Satisfied she ordered everyone to
close their eyes while she donned a pair of goggles, and switching on a
hand held UV light source, slowly began passing it over every square inch
of skin covered in mesh, causing it to shrink slightly and begin bonding
most intimately with Jasmine's flesh..

   ''Done.'' she said, pleased with the look of the mesh, now only visible
when looking closely.  "You can let her down now", she directed, watching
as Jasmine's legs were lowered and she was slowly brought upright.

   Standing in front of the naked young woman, Dr.  Collins lifted her
sullen head and began talking quietly.  ''You have been fitted with a
chastity device that's only going to come off when you can show us you've
learned what it means to be empathetic, to truly understand someone else's
suffering and to act properly.  Some people learn this quickly, some people
take years." Jasmine paled at that thought as her hands picked at the
edges.

   '' This mesh is a breathing part of your skin now.  It can't come off
unless we release it.  Your hair will grow back with the ordinary amount of
irritation, and you won't find any difficulty with eliminating liquid or
solid waste.  The mesh won't interfere with your period, though you may
wish to use pads for the time being.  What this mesh will do is make sexual
pleasure impossible for you.  It's sole function is to deprive you of any
pleasure from your vagina or clitoris.'' A slow tear rolled down Jasmine's
face as the doctor continued.  ''Because of the small amount of mesh at the
entrance to your vagina, sex will also be uncomfortable for your partner,
if they're male, making penetration too painful unless a very thick condom
is worn.  The girl was sobbing now, her body shaking as the doctor
continued her lecture.

   ''This will be a test of several things; first: your commitment to this
Estate and what it's goals are, second: the commitments in your
relationships, most important being those with your colleagues, then those
with your outside relationships, sexual or otherwise." ''Jasmine,'' she
said more softly now, consoling her,'' You're too good to lose, dear,
otherwise I would have simply offered you the resignation.  Do you
understand?'' Jasmine nodded sadly, broken and too upset to do much more.

   One of the nurses came forward with some ether on a cloth and Martha
gently loosened the surgical tape covering her lips, giving Randy a sharp
glance as she pulled the soaked panties from the young woman's mouth.  They
helped her pull up her skirt and re-button her blouse, finally helping her
with her heels.

   ''Go home now, there's a private car waiting upstairs." Martha said. 
''Take this Thursday and Friday off and we'll see you on Monday.  Try to
get some sleep.'' Jasmine nodded again, sobbing, afraid to open her mouth
for fear of screaming as the two nurses escorted her from the room.  After
the door clicked shut the Director stood there a long while as Randy began
to sweat slightly, pinned under her steady gaze.  She walked alongside the
couch, running her hands along the surface still warm from Jasmine and
looked at the young man standing, waiting for her.

   ''Come here Randy.'' she said, pointing to the couch.  ''Lie down.''
Taking a deep breath he walked to the other side and sat on the edge before
pausing.  The Director motioned him brusquely with her hand to continue. 
He complied, leaning back slowly, raising one leg at a time and placing his
hands across his lap in an unconscious gesture that told her a great deal.
Leaning over him she took both hands and raised them over his head, feeling
him yield effortlessly to her direction.  He lay there, exposed much as
Jasmine had been.  Beads of sweat began to appear on his upper lip, making
her smile.

   ''I was impressed with your performance tonight,'' she began, running
her palms over the firm muscles of his chest, feeling the tension there. 
''You did well, considering your history with her....very well.'' Her
fingers massaged his nipples, forcing them erect.  ''And you obeyed my
request, although more to the spirit of the law than to the letter,'' she
added, satisfied to see him flush at the knowledge that the session had
been observed.

   ''Just remember, there may come a time when you're going to find the
roles reversed.'' She paused, leaning over to whisper in his ear, ''I hope
she will have learned her lesson by then, if only for your sake.'' She
stood upright, smiling down at him.  He relaxed at her expression and
smiled back slightly.  Ruffling his hair affectionately she turned and
walked to the door before turning back, Randy not having moved, watching
her.

   ''Good night.'' she said, and the door clicked shut behind her.
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