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.

To Be Continued