Fuck Slave

As you enter the hotel room and close the door you open the letter I have left for you at reception. It reads as so:

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My Dearest, You must follow my instructions to the letter if you want to continue our sexual exploration. Firstly you are to have a shower and wash yourself thoroughly. Next you will shave off all hair below your neckline. There is a razor and some shaving cream in the bathroom. That includes your pussy. I want you completely smooth for me. Failure to do this will result in punishment. If you open the wardrobe nearest the window you will find some clothing. You are to put it on as best you can. You will also find a blindfold with the clothes. After you have put the clothes on, lie on the bed and open your legs as wide as they can go. Put on the blindfold and wait for me. Once you are on the bed you must not move, and can only wait for me. Love ~~~

You put the letter down on the table near the door, and begin to get undressed. The curtains are still closed, and you guess I must have been there earlier. You flick off your non-healed comfortable shoes and begin to unbutton your cardigan. You slide your hands over your ample breasts as you do so. The loose cardigan doesn't begin to show your figure off, and you pull it tight over your tits as you massage yourself some more, before finally fully taking it off. You quickly slip the equally loose t-shirt over your head, leaving you with only your bra and skirt on. You are getting exciting and your nipples are hard, and obviously visible through your bra. You reach behind your back, and undo the fastener for your bra, letting it fall to the ground. Firmly you squeeze your breasts, massaging them, and tweaking your nipples roughly with your fingers and thumbs. You pull your nipples out from your breasts, stretching them, and then grab your breasts again, squeezing them hard.

You decide you better hurry up, since you don't know what time I will arrive. You quickly slide your knee-length skirt off your body, and after a quick massage of your crotch through the material, slide your panties off too. As instructed you walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. You notice the razor and the shaving cream, and look down at your pubic hair. You wonder what I would do if you didn't shave it, but you decide to have your shower and worry about it later. The water is warm, but even still your nipples remain hard as you lather yourself, and clean every inch of your body, making sure that you are fully clean for me. With soapsuds on your fingers you work your hand between you legs, and slowly insert two lathered fingers inside yourself, trying hard to wash away any of your juice, without exciting yourself further. You brush past your clitoris, and being cleaning your hole again, and more of your juices escape. After further careful cleaning of your pussy, you finally clean your hair, then get out of the shower. You dry yourself off, and begin to consider my order for you to shave your pussy hair.

Shaving your arms and legs in the past had been no problem, but other than a minor trim, you had never before shaven your pussy hair. You decided that you didn't want to anger me, and as much as you did not want to do it, you would have to shave yourself. You decide the best method is to sit on the floor with a towel under you and spread your legs exposing yourself fully. You place the shaving foam and razor on the toilet seat, and prepare yourself to being shaving. You shake the can of shaving foam, and carefully spread a little onto your hand. You decide the best method is to shave the areas furthest from your pussy first, leaving the tricky bits until you get the hang of it. Spreading the cream from your hand on the top of the bush you pick up the razor, and begin to slowly slide it down your front. You can see some of the hairs coming away, and you realise that you will soon have no hair at all. After a while you have carefully shaven your whole pussy, and you rise to grab a mirror to inspect yourself. You look down at yourself, shocked at the sight of your beautifully smooth and tidy pussy. You run your fingers across it, pressing against yourself, as you slide your forefinger down into your slit and against your clit. Massaging yourself for a while, you realise that I may be there soon, and hurry to dry your hair and make sure you are presentable. You move into the bedroom, and prepare yourself for what could be in the wardrobe.......

---- You open the wardrobe, and step back to see what is inside. Hung up you find the shortest shinny red pvc skirt you have ever seen, and wonder how it will fit over your smooth thighs. On the shelving at the side you see a bra to match your skirt. You hope that I have bought the correct one, from the sizes I asked from you earlier. Looking down to another shelf you see a pair of black pvc thong panties, with a zipper running from the top of your pussy between your legs and up to your ass. You decide to begin putting on the kinky clothing I have provided you with, starting with the panties. As you pick them up you feel how shiny they are, the thought of you wearing them making your pussy wet. You decide it will be easier to put the panties on if you first unzipped the crotch. You reach down, and slide them onto you feet, and take a deep breath as you slide them up your legs. You realise that they are slightly too small for you, and as you squeeze them up onto your waste. You pussy lips are bulging out of the crotch of the panties. Being careful to press your pussy to accommodate the zip, you carefully reach between your legs and being to zip yourself up. The panties are tight, but after some pressing of your pussy, you manage to slide the zipper up to the closed position. Your pussy feels uncomfortable squeezed into the tight crotch of the panties, and you fumbling to close the zipper only made you wetter and now all the more uncomfortable. Next you reach for the bra, and slide it over your arms, reaching behind to close the clasp.

As you do so, you realise that the cups of the bra are too small, and you are struggling to fit your amp sized breasts into the shiny pvc cups. With the bra secured, you grope the pvc cups, trying to arrange your breasts as best you can. The result is that they stick up proudly from the top, making them jiggle with every movement. You look at yourself in the mirror of the wardrobe door. With your shaven pussy and tightness of the panties the black pvc sticks tightly to your skin, making your mound clearly visible. You move your hand onto your mound, and try massaging yourself. The pvc is too tight over your pussy, and you fail to excite yourself. Your gaze moves up to your breasts. The pvc bra I have given you makes your breasts look put bigger than they do normally, and as your turn from left to right, the bounce lightly up and down, as the balance on the top of the tiny pvc cups. You rub your hands across your breasts, admiring the shape. You look back at the inside of the wardrobe, and see what else you have to put on. Looking on another shelf you notice a full-length clincher. You take it out, and hold it in front of you. The size looks impossibly small, but after a little thought, you decide that the lacing should be at the front, and wrap it around your body. The clincher is the perfect height for you, and reaches from just above your panties, to half way up your breasts. When you are happy about the positioning you being to thread the pvc lace.

As your move up your front, you begin pulling the laces tight, trying to get the two sides of the clincher as close as possible. As you reach the top you have about an inch between the sides, and with one last tug you manage to tie the laces at the top. The tightness of the clincher adds to the pressure on your breasts, and they stick even further and higher out of your chest. As you reach down to get the skirt, you have to be careful to keep your breasts in their rightful place. You put the skirt around your legs, and slide it up to your waist. It barely covers your panties, let alone your legs, but you realise that there is nothing you can do about that now. You notice that there are some shoes at the base of the wardrobe, and reach down to inspect them. They are high heels, with at least a three-inch heel and bright red, the same colour as your bra, clincher and skirt. You sigh with relief as your slide them onto your feet and realise that I have given you the correct size. They are difficult to stand in, let alone walk in. Looking in the mirror once again you look at your figure. The shoes force you to straighten your back, making your legs extend forever up to the very short skirt that just covers the clinging pvc panties.

Your breasts look large on your frame, and with the clincher pushing them up further, they jiggle about easily with every small movement. Your waist is pushed in, and the short skirt makes your figure look move curvy that usual. You lift the skirt up, showing your panties, and admire yourself further. Again you try rubbing yourself, but realise it is useless. You satisfy yourself that you are finished, and carefully hobble over to where you left your normal clothes. You decide to put them in the wardrobe for tidiness. As you walk back to the wardrobe you realise that there is a small package on one of the shelves that you must have missed. Putting your clothes on one of the shelves you pick up the package, wondering what is inside...

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