“Now for the worst part,” she said cheerfully. “It’s a Brazilian, right?” She peered at Emma’s pubic region.
“Yes,” mumbled Emma. She’d had no instructions that anything should be changed. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“No pain, no gain,” said Angela brightly. She had all the levity of an insensitive doctor joking his way through a gynaecological examination.
She put wax on one side of Emma’s pubic mound, bending over and carefully spreading it just up to the edge of the narrow strip of longer hair. Emma held her breath and gritted her teeth. Doubtless she would have to suffer much worse than this at Master’s hands, but this would be bad enough, she was sure.
And it was. “My God!” Emma squealed as Angela tugged the strip away.
“Now the other side,” Angela grinned.
Emma clenched her
