The narrator is an innkeeper who has invited his friend Elizabeth to dine with his only guests for the weekend. The guests are Jack and Jane Norwood. Jack is a rich, older man, and Jane is his young, beautiful, and submissive "trophy wife". In the first chapter Jack delights in humiliating Jane and sharing her with his hosts.
"Ah, the innkeeper returns with the tools," said Jack.
"Please nooooo....." sobbed Elizabeth. "You can shave me, but not the enemaaaaa..."
Jack slapped her sharply across the face. "Be quiet woman. You will submit to whatever I want."
He nodded at Jane, who had taken the tray and put it between Elizabeth's spread legs. After being on the receiving end of her husband's sadistic treatments, she was happy to be the one administering the punishment. It excited her to see Elizabeth squirming and pleading. And she knew first hand how sensitive Elizabeth's pussy was going to be after being shaved smooth.
She began with the scissors and pulled the hair upward in clumps as she snipped it off. From the noises coming from Elizabeth's mouth I suspected that Jane was pulling harder than necessary.
"Ouch.....take it easy you bitch.....you don't have to.......ohhhhhhhh....."
Jane laughed. "If you would stop squirming so much I wouldn't have to pull so hard."
Elizabeth responded by clutching her ass muscles and trying to hold still. Jane took the last big batch of hair between her thumb and fingers and jerked it so hard that Elizabeth's hips came off the table. She screamed so loudly that I was afraid the neighbors would hear.
"Whoops.....sorry.....," said Jane as she cut off the hair.
Jack was laughing as he complimented Jane. "I have taught you well. Doing the unexpected is the best way to keep the victim off balance. Elizabeth now knows she can expect no mercy from you."
"She has only begun to suffer," sneered Jane. "In fact I think at this point shaving her is the wrong thing. It won't hurt much and it leaves a stubble. Let me go get my hot wax machine so I can make her silky smooth and super sensitive for whatever you gentlemen have in mind."
"OH NO," cried Elizabeth. "I was waxed once and it nearly killed me. Anything but that....please....."
It was obvious from Jack's expression that he was enjoying Elizabeth's cries. He waited a minute for her to plead her case. "Jack, don't let her do this, please, I'll do anything you want....."
He stroked her forehead and smoothed the tears on her cheek. "Of course you will, Elizabeth," he said knowingly. "Jane, go get the machine."
"NOOOOO..."
"Elizabeth, don't be such a baby. Women do this all the time. I do it to Jane once a month. You will like it afterwards when I spread cold ice cream on you and have Jane lick it up. Now I need to trim your hairs to just the right length for the wax to do its job."
I think Elizabeth expected me to speak up for her, but I was too caught up in the excitement of the scene. Also from past sessions with Elizabeth I knew that she liked to scream "no" when she meant "yes". I had seen her have incredible orgasms right after feeling sharp pain. It seemed to help her let go.
Jack went to work on her pussy hairs with the little scissors and trimmed them down to about an eighth of an inch. He seemed to know what he was doing. As he worked he let his finger tip trace little lines in her folds, spreading the moisture and keeping her aroused.
"Ohhhh.....godddddd......I don't believe thissssss......"
In a few minutes Jane returned with a little electric hot plate and a ceramic beaker. A lump of hard red wax was in the beaker ready to be melted, along with a strip of cloth. I had never witnessed this procedure before, but I knew that the molten wax would be used to fuse the cloth with the hairs, and then the whole strip would be jerked away like a band aid.
"This is a high temperature wax," said Jane as she plugged in the heater. "It hurts a little more going on, but it does a super job. Her skin will be as smooth as a baby's behind afterwards."
With a final snip Jack finished his work and stood up and looked at me. "There. She is ready. Better bring out a big dish of cold ice cream. She is going to need some soothing."
I went to get some fresh ice cream, and when I returned I saw the wax bubbling in the beaker. Elizabeth was twisting on the table and taking deep breaths. She was trying to prepare herself.
Jack picked up the beaker and touched the wax with his finger. 'Oh, that's really hot!" he exclaimed. He walked up to the side of the table. "I will pour the wax and Jane you handle the cloth."
The first drops of wax feel on Elizabeth's stomach, part of Jack's technique of doing the unexpected. She cried out and thrust her hips upward like she was trying to throw off the burning ember. Then a drop hit on her left breast, near the nipple. But before she had time to react, he poured the whole contents of the beaker in a circular motion over her pussy.
"OHHHHHHHH........SHIIIIIIIIT........AHHHHHHHHHHHHH......" Elizabeth yelled out her pain and humiliation. Jane quickly laid the cloth on top of the wax and held it down. The wax began to harden.
Elizabeth's eyes were tightly shut, her body tense. Jane sensed the wax was ready and warned her. "Bite your tongue bitch. One, two, three.....".
"Whooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........."
Jane held the hair covered cloth like an Indian warrior displaying a scalp. I looked at my friend's pussy and admired the pink, smooth skin, with every detail revealed.
"Quick, the ice cream," said Jack, his voice almost drowned out by Elizabeth's continuing screams. I ladled huge scoops on her pussy and spread it around with the back of the spoon. She was twitching and groaning but seemed to welcome the soothing coolness.
"Now lick her clean," he said to Jane. "She will be very sensitive and respond well to your talented tongue. I want you to give her a mind blowing orgasm before I fuck her."
"Yes sir," responded Jane. She pulled up a chair between Elizabeth's legs and prepared to sit.
"No," said Jack. "I want you to stay on your feet and bend over. Our friendly innkeeper deserves a crack at your ass. No pun intended."
Jane smiled at me and did as instructed. I can't tell you how sexy she looked in her high heels bent over with that bare perfect hemisphere protruding from her dress. As her tongue went to work on Elizabeth I dropped my pants and got into position. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack, naked from the waist down, climbing onto the table near Elizabeth's head.
"Ah, the innkeeper returns with the tools," said Jack.
"Please nooooo....." sobbed Elizabeth. "You can shave me, but not the enemaaaaa..."
Jack slapped her sharply across the face. "Be quiet woman. You will submit to whatever I want."
He nodded at Jane, who had taken the tray and put it between Elizabeth's spread legs. After being on the receiving end of her husband's sadistic treatments, she was happy to be the one administering the punishment. It excited her to see Elizabeth squirming and pleading. And she knew first hand how sensitive Elizabeth's pussy was going to be after being shaved smooth.
She began with the scissors and pulled the hair upward in clumps as she snipped it off. From the noises coming from Elizabeth's mouth I suspected that Jane was pulling harder than necessary.
"Ouch.....take it easy you bitch.....you don't have to.......ohhhhhhhh....."
Jane laughed. "If you would stop squirming so much I wouldn't have to pull so hard."
Elizabeth responded by clutching her ass muscles and trying to hold still. Jane took the last big batch of hair between her thumb and fingers and jerked it so hard that Elizabeth's hips came off the table. She screamed so loudly that I was afraid the neighbors would hear.
"Whoops.....sorry.....," said Jane as she cut off the hair.
Jack was laughing as he complimented Jane. "I have taught you well. Doing the unexpected is the best way to keep the victim off balance. Elizabeth now knows she can expect no mercy from you."
"She has only begun to suffer," sneered Jane. "In fact I think at this point shaving her is the wrong thing. It won't hurt much and it leaves a stubble. Let me go get my hot wax machine so I can make her silky smooth and super sensitive for whatever you gentlemen have in mind."
"OH NO," cried Elizabeth. "I was waxed once and it nearly killed me. Anything but that....please....."
It was obvious from Jack's expression that he was enjoying Elizabeth's cries. He waited a minute for her to plead her case. "Jack, don't let her do this, please, I'll do anything you want....."
He stroked her forehead and smoothed the tears on her cheek. "Of course you will, Elizabeth," he said knowingly. "Jane, go get the machine."
"NOOOOO..."
"Elizabeth, don't be such a baby. Women do this all the time. I do it to Jane once a month. You will like it afterwards when I spread cold ice cream on you and have Jane lick it up. Now I need to trim your hairs to just the right length for the wax to do its job."
I think Elizabeth expected me to speak up for her, but I was too caught up in the excitement of the scene. Also from past sessions with Elizabeth I knew that she liked to scream "no" when she meant "yes". I had seen her have incredible orgasms right after feeling sharp pain. It seemed to help her let go.
Jack went to work on her pussy hairs with the little scissors and trimmed them down to about an eighth of an inch. He seemed to know what he was doing. As he worked he let his finger tip trace little lines in her folds, spreading the moisture and keeping her aroused.
"Ohhhh.....godddddd......I don't believe thissssss......"
In a few minutes Jane returned with a little electric hot plate and a ceramic beaker. A lump of hard red wax was in the beaker ready to be melted, along with a strip of cloth. I had never witnessed this procedure before, but I knew that the molten wax would be used to fuse the cloth with the hairs, and then the whole strip would be jerked away like a band aid.
"This is a high temperature wax," said Jane as she plugged in the heater. "It hurts a little more going on, but it does a super job. Her skin will be as smooth as a baby's behind afterwards."
With a final snip Jack finished his work and stood up and looked at me. "There. She is ready. Better bring out a big dish of cold ice cream. She is going to need some soothing."
I went to get some fresh ice cream, and when I returned I saw the wax bubbling in the beaker. Elizabeth was twisting on the table and taking deep breaths. She was trying to prepare herself.
Jack picked up the beaker and touched the wax with his finger. 'Oh, that's really hot!" he exclaimed. He walked up to the side of the table. "I will pour the wax and Jane you handle the cloth."
The first drops of wax feel on Elizabeth's stomach, part of Jack's technique of doing the unexpected. She cried out and thrust her hips upward like she was trying to throw off the burning ember. Then a drop hit on her left breast, near the nipple. But before she had time to react, he poured the whole contents of the beaker in a circular motion over her pussy.
"OHHHHHHHH........SHIIIIIIIIT........AHHHHHHHHHHHHH......" Elizabeth yelled out her pain and humiliation. Jane quickly laid the cloth on top of the wax and held it down. The wax began to harden.
Elizabeth's eyes were tightly shut, her body tense. Jane sensed the wax was ready and warned her. "Bite your tongue bitch. One, two, three.....".
"Whooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........."
Jane held the hair covered cloth like an Indian warrior displaying a scalp. I looked at my friend's pussy and admired the pink, smooth skin, with every detail revealed.
"Quick, the ice cream," said Jack, his voice almost drowned out by Elizabeth's continuing screams. I ladled huge scoops on her pussy and spread it around with the back of the spoon. She was twitching and groaning but seemed to welcome the soothing coolness.
"Now lick her clean," he said to Jane. "She will be very sensitive and respond well to your talented tongue. I want you to give her a mind blowing orgasm before I fuck her."
"Yes sir," responded Jane. She pulled up a chair between Elizabeth's legs and prepared to sit.
"No," said Jack. "I want you to stay on your feet and bend over. Our friendly innkeeper deserves a crack at your ass. No pun intended."
Jane smiled at me and did as instructed. I can't tell you how sexy she looked in her high heels bent over with that bare perfect hemisphere protruding from her dress. As her tongue went to work on Elizabeth I dropped my pants and got into position. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack, naked from the waist down, climbing onto the table near Elizabeth's head.
