Leslie approaches me with an electric trimmer, which she snaps into buzzing life.
“This will do for now,” she remarks, that mad gleam dancing in her eyes, “But from now on you use a blade every day to keep yourself sissy-smooth bare.” With that she swiftly strips away every scrap of body hair from my armpits, chest, crotch and legs. After that she removes the cuffs holding my ankles together.
Cathy already stands ready holding a bag from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. From this she withdraws first a pair of pastel blue stockings, which they stretch up my itching, tingling legs to high on my thighs. A matching garter belt, blue with a pattern of little purple flowers, is arranged about my middle and hooked to the stockings front and back with frilly little garters. Pastel blue and purple as wel
