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Archive name: waxed.txt (FF, rp, bond)
Authors name: T. Rex (address withheld by request)
Story title : Waxed

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Waxed (FF, rp, bond)
by T. Rex (address withheld by request)

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for ADULTS 
only. If you are under 18 DO NOT READ and delete from your 
drive immediately. This is my first attempt at a story. 
Comments are welcomed. The first chapter is wordy, but sets 
up the story just in case I decide to finish off the story. 
NC/Waxing/FF. If anything of this nature offends you, 
please don't read it.



                     Chapter 1
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"Amanda..."

I snapped out of my daze.

"Your room is ready, please follow me."

Nervously, I got up and followed the receptionist. "See you 
in a little bit," my co-worker Jenny whispered as she 
winked at me. This was my first time at a waxing salon. It 
was odd how I ended up here to begin with. Lately I felt I 
was losing my touch with men. Now don't get me wrong, I 
still believe I'm a very attractive woman. 

Maybe it's the fact that I'm getting older and showing 
signs of age. (I'll be turning 34 this year.) Or perhaps... 
I don't know exactly how to phrase this, perhaps it's 
because I'm not always the kindest of people. Some would 
probably down right call me a bitch. Or quite possibly, my 
reputation of being a tease has finally caught up to me. 

Anyway, for whatever reason, I felt I needed to do 
something to spice up my act. Something that I thought 
would enhance my sexual appeal. I just didn't know what 
that "something" was... until my co-worker Jenny gave me 
this coupon for a free waxing. It was kind of odd, since 
personally I didn't think Jenny liked me that much. In 
fact, the way I acted towards her sometimes, I wouldn't 
have been surprised if she thought I was a bitch.

"Here we go. Please step inside, and I'll go over a few 
things with you." She closed the door behind us. "I see you 
were referred to us by Jenny, that's wonderful" she rambled 
on as I took a seat on the opposite side of a small table 
from her. "We have a couple of quick forms you to sign. 
More or less it states that today's services will be 
absolutely free of any monetary charges and is a promotion 
to attract more business."

Her calm and professional demeanor eased my mind a little. 
I was more than a little skeptical about this place. It 
wasn't in the best part of town. After all, it was in the 
same building as the only sex shop/XXX video store in our 
small town. "I'd like to also say that we treat all of our 
customer's needs in strict confidentiality." That phrase 
captured my attention again. "Now if you liked to sign the 
form here and we can get started." I quickly signed without 
paying too much attention to the "contract.". The 
receptionist handed me a medical gown and asked me to strip 
to whatever I was comfortable with and then left the room.

I decided to only strip to my underwear. I was still 
uncertain to whether or not I wanted to go "all-the-way" 
with the waxing. After all, I had no idea how much it was 
going to hurt. Besides, I didn't want the wax therapist to 
think I was a slut or anything like that. I'd try to be 
subtle about it, just in case this place didn't do "that" 
sort of waxing. In a few minutes, I heard a knock on the 
door. A mid-age lady entered the room. She looked very 
professional. She was of a trim build, had her hair tied 
back in a knot, and wore a medical lab coat. 

Probably in her mid forties, she looked attractive for her 
age in a refined sort of way. She introduced herself as 
Sarah and asked me where I wanted to start as she directed 
me towards the examination table in the center of the room.

Waxing the legs was not nearly as painful as I thought it 
would be, probably largely due to her expertise and care in 
the procedure. After she finished me legs, she massaged a 
little lotion on them a little to make them feel better and 
asked if there was anything else I wanted done, like my 
back or armpits. Without saying a word and looking at her 
shyly, I pulled down my panties. Boy, I hope she didn't 
notice I was a little moist down there. Perhaps it was my 
imagination, but I thought a saw a little smirk on her 
face.

As she walked to the desk she mentioned that this would 
hurt more than my legs. I told her she I thought I could 
handle it. She pulled a pair of scissor out from the desk 
drawer and started cutting my pubic hair. She told me that 
she could only do small strips at a time; otherwise it 
would hurt too much. I was glad that it seemed like she 
knew what she was doing and was keeping a very professional 
and serious composure. 

She asked me to hold me legs apart with my hands at my 
ankles. She said this was to prevent me from flailing 
around too much. It turned out this was for good reason. 
The first strip was excruciatingly painful. So much so that 
my knee jerking reflexes made me let go of my leg and 
accidentally kicked her. I apologized. She chuckled a bit 
and seemed to have a good sense of humor about it. She 
tried again. I let go of my legs once more. At least this 
time I managed not to hit her, but it was a near miss.

"Hmmm. I'm not so sure this is going to work." She said as 
she walked towards her desk once again. I looked down at my 
throbbing pussy. It was nicely groomed, but I was 
discouraged at just how little she was able to pull off. 
Boy when she meant that she could only do small amount at a 
time, she was joking! I heard her shuffling around in the 
drawer again a little bit and then came back.

"Perhaps these will help." She was holding some leather 
straps. Before I had time to protest, she already had one 
of straps securely fastening one of my ankles to my wrist. 
I decided not to say anything, largely because I didn't 
want her to stop without completing the job. After all, I 
had the courage come this far. I convinced myself this was 
for her own safety, as I didn't want to kick her to death 
before this day was over. 

Once both of arms where strapped to my legs she got back to 
work. Obviously, the straps didn't lessen the pain at all, 
and I was really tensing up after each pull of the wax 
strip - scrunching up my face in agony. At least up to this 
point I wasn't screaming or making too much noise. After 
all, I didn't want anyone in else to hear me. I'd really be 
embarrassed then.

"Tisk, tisk, tisk, I know it's hard, but you've got to try 
to relax," she stated. "Scrunching up your face like that 
is going to leave you with wrinkles. You wouldn't want that 
to happen, would you? Here, let me give you something for 
your face to help you out." 

Sarah came back with what looked liked to be a heated pad 
in the shape of one of those blindfold sleeping masks. 
Here, this will prevent you from tensing up your face as 
she rapped the strap around my head and cover my eyes. "Now 
just sit back and try to relax." The heat pads soothed my 
face, but being tied up and now being blindfolded 
definitely didn't help me relax. But again, I chose not to 
protest. (As if I had a CHOICE at this point.)

She started up again - making really good progress. I had 
more and more difficulty stifling any whimpers or moans - 
as taking away my sense of sight seemed to heighten my 
other senses. But I tried my best to keep silent and not 
give myself away. 

She kept on asking me to spread my legs more, and it soon 
became apparent to her that my legs and arms were getting 
very uncomfortable in their awkward position from all of 
the squirming I was doing. She asked if it would be easier 
if I had something to support and rest my legs on. I agreed 
and I felt my feet getting locked somehow into something 
that felt like stirrups. Since my legs were securely locked 
in the stirrups, I was wondering if it was necessary to 
keep my wrists tied to my ankles. As I opened my mouth to 
ask the question, she quickly jammed something phallic-like 
into my mouth.

"This will keep you from scaring away any of our 'valuable' 
customers," she stated in a patronizing voice. "You WERE 
getting a little loud there." The gag was strapped around 
my head snugly.... and was going nowhere. "I don't think 
you would be much of a bother to any of the other guests 
now." She slurred.

Although in the back of my head I knew something wasn't 
quite right, I assured myself this was all for the best, 
after all, I didn't want my co-worker Jenny from getting 
any satisfaction from hearing me scream in misery. That 
bitch, that's probably why she gave me the free waxing 
coupon. Oh well, at least she wouldn't get any satisfaction 
of knowing how much this was hurting me.

"Well, since you're all nicely packaged up now, I guess I 
can quickly finish you up now." as she liberally took 
larger amounts of my pussy hair off. She seemed less gentle 
now. At this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to get 
this waxing over with. After a few more large, painful 
strokes, she was finished.

"Well, don't you just looking wonderful now..." she 
announced proudly as she rubbed her hand back and forth 
over my now smooth mound. "I just love my handy work."

I was wondering just exactly which handy work she was 
referring to.

My mound was burning, but her soothing strokes over my now 
ultra sensitive waxed pussy helped. "This should help 
soothe the burning sensation." She poured what felt like 
massage oil on my tummy. She took both her hands and 
started rubbing them back and forth along my belly, slowly 
working in longer and longer strokes until she was reaching 
all the up to my chest all the way down to my pussy. She 
spent extra time around each of my mounds, especially the 
newly waxed one. Little did I know I was moaning through my 
gag as my natural reflexes of lust started consuming by 
body.

"My, you certainly are wet down her. Let me help you out." 
She parted last line of defense, my cunt lips, and slowly 
slid a finger in my pussy, playing with my clit with her 
other hand. She quickly worked her way to two fingers, and 
then three, and then four. (I've never had four fingers 
inside of me before.) Getting the fifth finger in took more 
time. All of a sudden, she took her fingers out, but still 
kept me worked up by playing with my clit.

"There, you're all stretched out there, let's try the other 
hole now. I tried to protest, but she didn't pay attention 
to me. Her variously lubricated finger slid right in my 
anus despite my best efforts to keep her out of there. By 
the time the third finger was in, I was really getting 
worked up and matched each of her with thrusts with a 
thrust of my own. I had all but forgotten how my pussy had 
ached, as it was aching in a different fashion now. But 
just before I was about to cum, she pulled her fingers out 
of my ass and stopped playing with my clit too.

"That's enough for now," she said as I moaned in 
frustration through my gag. 

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere - ya hear," she 
laughed a little as she left the room.

Continued... (?)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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