Maid for a Night by jastes22 Part 13 - Shaved The humiliating thing was that the mask did calm me down quite a bit, just like Lindsay said it would, serving to solidify in my mind that I really was her pet. The sudden plunge into darkness made me not want to move as much for fear of falling off the table. The darkness also shut off some of the screeching alarms in my head as nothing visually could set me off, especially the sight of the boys ravishing me with their eyes. It also served to draw my thoughts to other embarrassing things that I hadn’t thought about before, being so focused on getting into my humiliating position and trying not to think about my imminent shaving. My body, still dripping from my shower, reeked with peach lotion, and my wet hair draped across my bare shoulders. The wood table underneath my butt felt very cold, and very hard, much more than I had anticipated. Nobody just sat on their table for no reason, and nobody especially just sat—or laid—on their table completely naked. The firmness of the table and the unnaturalness of my bare butt on such a common and public feature of a home served to amplify the sensation that I was completely and utterly naked. My body was never going to let me become numb to the idea that I was not only naked, but naked in front of my friends. To make matters worse, my handcuffed hands were directly underneath me, laying just above my waist. I had laced my fingers together a long time ago into a ball to stop my hands from wringing each other out of embarrassment, but now I could feel my ball of fingers pressing up against my back. That forced me to arch my spine, which served to raise my pussy to a higher level and give a better vantage point to the boys. Sitting directly on top of my hands, however, I could start to feel my fingers going numb as the circulation was cut off. My legs felt unnatural in their position, completely splayed out like a starfish. I shut my eyes, even with the sleeping mask, trying not to think about how exposed I was. I was beginning to appreciate—if not despise—Lindsay’s decision to make me spread my legs willingly rather than tie me or hold me down. Not only did it imply consent on my part for the boys to shave me, like I had already realized, but it also forced me to be an active participant. I wouldn’t be able to shut off my mind so I could shut off my brain as I was groped. And, as icing on the cake, the slightest movement could be construed as misbehaving and give Lindsay all the fodder she needed for more punishment. At that thought, my legs twitched, fighting every instinct to clamp back together. I jerked my shin, moving my foot without hopefully moving my crotch. Unsure if they saw my movement but desperately trying to avoid another punishment, I took in a deep breath and strained to spread my legs as wide as possible. Anything not to give Lindsay another reason to embarrass me. It was a stupid reason, given how far into the thick sludge of humiliation I had already come—what more could she do to me?—but I was more scared of Lindsay punishing me than the punishment itself, if that made any sense. Honestly, the buzzing in my head was so loud it was impressive I was having any coherent thoughts. Lindsay giggled. “Look, she’s spreading her legs more. She’s just dying to get cleaned properly.” A furious blush washed over me. Somehow, Lindsay had turned my attempt to not be further humiliated into just more proof that I was really just the slutty maid/pet she was making me out to be. I couldn’t win. “Are you ready, pet?” I flinched. I had gotten so used to hearing those words in Lindsay’s voice that hearing Jackson say it just served to remind me that this was all happening in front of boys. Jackson and I grew up on the same street before he moved to a nearby neighborhood. Thomas and I were lab partners in 7th grade biology, and Kyle I knew had a boy crush on me in elementary school that fizzled before middle school when we both hit puberty. None of them had I ever had a real romantic relationship with went further than a friendly tease, but now they were getting a up front and center show to my body “Y-yes, Mister Jackson. I’m ready.” There was a long, empty pause as they all drank me in as I willingly gave them full view of my pussy. I squirmed, biting my lip in an attempt to stifle my legs from moving. My wrists pulled against the handcuffs again, only serving to make me even more uncomfortable. This wasn’t fair! They could just make me lay there for hours, and there was nothing I could do about it! Why were they taking so long? I thought about trying to ask them to start so I— A hand touched my crotch. Despite knowing it was coming, the anticipation and buildup was enough that the sudden touch of fingers made me yelp. “Taylor!” Lindsay’s hand crashed down on my inner thighs. I squealed, but somehow managed to keep my legs open. Whoever was touching me continued to do so, moving his fingernails down the folds of my pussy and spreading it wide. Another hand joined, applying the cold shaving cream to my crotch liberally. Another touched my waist, caressing my butt and pinching it. While their hands had seemed so distinctive when they were fondling my tits, without my sight I couldn’t tell who was touching me where. I could only tell that there were definitely four pairs of hands exploring my body more intimately than I had ever done to myself. Unable to squeeze my legs and too scared to move anything else, my wrists, hidden by my body, were the only safe outlet, and they yanked and pulled against my cuffs, to no avail, of course, instead just bruising my wrists even more. Lindsay could see I was struggling. “You are allowed to show your appreciation, pet.” she said. “You are allowed to moan.” I blushed, not because I was embarrassed to admit that I was enjoying this—I had passed that point in the shower—but because Lindsay had to give me permission to do so, and by moaning, I would accept her ability to give me permission to do the most embarrassing of things. Everything she did or said was engineered to obtain even more control over me. It didn’t stop me, though, from moaning, groaning, and whimpering as someone took a razor to my crotch. I shuddered at each swipe. Even though it was hardly much hair to begin with, the feeling of being completely bald on my crotch left me feeling like I was freezing and exposed. My one last inch of protection was gone. The hands retreated, and I let out a single groan. They had all taken advantage of touching me in my crotch, but they had stayed away from outright penetrating my pussy, apparently following Lindsay’s instructions from the shower. I was on the cliff of the most intense orgasm I would ever experience, but Lindsay was still denying me that pleasure. My lungs were in fire, the mask and the cuffs felt uncomfortable, and I was covered in sweat. The leash had gotten in front of me and lay draped across my chest between my cleavage and down in between my legs. The fabric felt odd on my bare crotch. “P-please,” I gasped. I winced at the sudden outburst. Thankfully, Lindsay didn’t use it as an excuse for punishment. “What is it, pet? What do you want?” I turned in her direction, but with the mask, I couldn’t see anything I knew what she wanted me to say. I knew what she was expecting me to say. And I almost said it. I almost asked them to take me, right there, on the table, to ravish me until I screamed. But I held my tongue. No, I couldn’t do that. Despite everything, despite every humiliating, slutty thing I had done, that would be the final straw, the ultimate display of sluttiness. At this point, there was no changing what the boys thought of me, or what they would think every time they saw me in the hallway. But if I asked them to do this, I would never be able to look at myself in the mirror the same way again. Instead, the words that came out were different. A compromise. “My-my handcuffs. I would like them off,” I said. “Please, Miss Lindsay.” The handcuffs were killing me from all the wringing and pulling against them. The last time that I had felt remotely in control was the brief moment I had them off. I heard her shuffle. She wasn’t expecting that. And for a moment, I felt a moment of victory. I had done something unexpected. Done something out of the control of my master. “I see,” Lindsay said. “That’s quite the ask. Those cuffs are part of your outfit as a pet.” I groaned. She couldn’t seriously— “How about a deal? We’ll take those lovely cuffs off if you let each of us take a picture of you in whatever pose we ask.”