“Not the balls,” Justine told her. “Or his c**k. Leave the pubes.”
“All right,” Rachel agreed, spreading the steaming wax on my abdomen. As she spread and tore and worked her way up, I felt each part of my body in a new way. The pain was like a stinging slap, my skin alternately hot and cold, rendered extremely sensitive and alive. I felt that every part of my body was being reborn.
“Arms over your head,” Rachel said as she began working on my chest. I held my hands clasped together with my arms raised up and back as far as they could go, stretching out my chest toward Rachel to feel her torture more fully, smiling even as I winced, as the wax dripped and flowed over my pecs. “You are so good,” she said gently as she worked slowly to prolong the agony. “Such an obedient and willing man.
