“Do you want me to make you feel all better? To kiss away all the pain?” His fingers only ran along my folds, teasing me with how close they were to giving me what I wanted so badly.
“Yes, sir.” My voice cracked as I all but pleaded my answer.
He pulled his hand away quickly and gave me one final swat before helping me to a standing position. “Naughty girls with hairy cunts do not get to feel all better.”
He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he was satisfied. He then took the removable showerhead off the base and pulled the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He kept it face down and motioned for me to get into the bathtub.
I stepped into the tub feeling a sense of mortification. How I wished I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I had never done so before. All the men I had ever been with before just got what they got. I didn’t care or even give it a thought. But with Stefano and Gio, and even Thomas who I knew would be watching my humiliation, it filled me with so much shame that I wasn’t presented better. It gave them the upper hand. Stefano had managed to make me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty naughty girl as he so often liked to call me. I was his dirty captive, and yet, the thought of that made my tummy flip in anticipation of what that would mean, and how he would try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered as Stefano directed the stream of water between my legs.
“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”
I did as he asked while he reached for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. Gio was repositioning the camera so he could get a better shot of my widespread pussy. And though maybe I should have been embarrassed that my sex was on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I felt was that I had disappointed Stefano, and for some odd reason, I hated that fact. I was hairy and I wanted to be rid of it as quickly as possible.
Stefano squirted a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swiped the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watched him as he expertly angled the razor, and as he used his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he could get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watched as my pussy became free of the hair and I could actually see what the most intimate and secret part of my body truly looked like. It was odd to see a body part of mine that I hadn’t really seen before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really didn’t know what my pussy looked like completely bare until Stefano grabbed the showerhead and once again directed it at my spread legs.
I couldn’t help but gasp and release a tiny moan when the pressure from the water made contact on my highly sensitive clit that was so needy for attention. It took everything I had not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figured such an act would land me back over Stefano’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls were supposed to act.
My gasp and moan, however, made Stefano smile. “My naughty girl likes her shower time.” He kept the water where it was, watching as the flowing streams of water were building my pleasure.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned as I could feel the orgasm nearing.
“But,” he said as he shut the shower off, “bath time is not fully over yet. Although I will give you another comfort item for remaining so still.”
He reached for my hand and helped me out of the bathtub. I groaned in disappointment, and my head felt a little light from getting up so quickly. My bare pussy screamed in protest with the need for completion, but there was nothing I could do. I was at my monster’s mercy.
“Dry her off while I get a new angle,” Gio said as he lifted the camera that was on a tripod to a different spot in the bathroom. “Your brother will want to see every bit of the enema clearly.”
“Enema?” I asked as Stefano wrapped a pink fluffy towel around my body.
“Yes, Hailey. Bath time is for getting all parts of your body clean. My guess is that you have never had one,” Stefano said as he went under the sink and pulled out what looked like a large rubber whoopee cushion deflated and some plastic tubing.