Still pointedly ignoring Brianna’s apoplectic reaction to all this I hum happily to myself as I continue shaving her. Though she’s clearly distressed beyond all measure she offers no idiotic resistance even when I snap off the razor and slide those tight mesh stockings up her legs. I pull her feet together and follow these with the g-string, getting it up as high as I can before tweaking that anomalous little locked-down p***s-head – which is bloated and pulsing visibly, I’m delighted to see.
“Lift your hips up, sweetie. Let Mistress finish getting you sexy enough to f**k – though of course, you’ll still have to wait nearly six months for that.”
As Brianna complies I notice big tears starting to drip down those heavily rouged cheeks. That won’t do, not after I spent so much time on them.
