Greenwood Slave Services Pt. 07

I had been left in the holding cell again. The first few minutes were fine, I thought someone was about to be here. After 10 minutes I became restless. I was naked with the cuffs on in front again. The cement floor was uncomfortable on my feet, as I paced around. After half an hour I was getting pissed. I was supposed to be going home now. I thought of the drive home an extra, few more hours before, I would be in my room. I didn't know the time, late morning I thought. I sat down, not such an easy thing to do with cuffs, on a cement floor. I kneeled and then sat on my butt. At least it was clean. I leaned against the wall feeling the cold, and rough floor on my butt cheeks.

Time was dragging on. I had no entertainment, no clock, and no information. I hated waiting rooms, but what I wouldn't give for one now. A comfy chair, magazines and a clock on the wall, what a luxury. Of course, no one looked at magazines anymore. I wasn't sure if they even put them out. Everyone had a phone. I thought of what I would do on my phone. Two days so social media updates, not really a huge disappointment to miss that. I had a puzzle game I was enjoying recently. The news, generally boring, but it reminded me that I had no idea, what was going on in the world. I had these four walls. I just wish I had something to think about. I tried laying down. That was more uncomfortable. The best choice was to sit with my back on the wall. I kept switching positions. I would stand and walk around, then return to sitting. I hated the cuffs more and more, they really restricted the ways I could sit.

When the door opened I was excited. I rushed to kneel. I felt like I had been in there all day, turns out it was only about 5 hours. In the doorway was a new man. He never introduced himself, saying only. "No talking, I will use the collar." He was short and a bit overweight. He had a large mustache, and looked to be in his 40s. He connected a short chain from my cuffs to his belt. I had to hold my hands out in front of me and stay close so the chain wouldn't pull.

He took me to a strange shower room. There were stalls, but open on one side without a curtain. He released my cuffs. I was then secured in the stall with my legs and arms spread wide. Each limb cuffed to a short chan connected to the wall. A particularly horrible position. He turned on the shower. Cold water rushed down my body. I gasped with shock. He got out an unknown cream. I was thinking he would wash my hair when he slapped it right on my upper pubic area.

I yelped. "What are you doing? Master."

With one hand he spread the cream down onto my pussy and around the whole area. With the other he reached his belt and shocked me. It wasn't the same 4 alternating shocks I got before. This was at least 10 lasting 4 seconds. The pain was worse, clearly I had not gotten the highest level before. I pulled on my cuffs but could not move much at all. I was almost taught as it was, with little ability to struggle.

He finished with the cream and started to play with my pussy. He pushed a finger through the folds of labia, then he did circles around my clit. My body responded, but not quickly. I was not attracted to this rude man. He kept it up for 30 seconds then walked away and washed his hands in a sink. Then he just left the room.

I tried to process what just happened. My pussy felt weird, both from the cream and from the violation. Reed and Cole had never touched me down there. They could have but did not.

A few minutes later he returned. He brought a small stool and sat down in front of me. He took a plastic butter knife like object, and started to scrape along my pubic mound. He wiped the cream on the wall. It was filled with hair. I was about to speak, but it stuck in my throat. I was supposed to be leaving and now he was shaving me. I had to say something. There must have been a mistake. "Master, may I ask a question?"

He rolled his eyes and kept working. When he finished he stood up. "You can ask."

"Why are--" He turned the water on. I took a breath and continued. "Why are you shaving me Master? I am being released today. You must have the wrong person."

"Sarah, right?"

"Yes, Master"

"I have the right slave. I don't know when you're leaving but you were scheduled to be cleaned up down there. Hairy pussy on a slave is just wrong, does too much to hide. This way you are on display." He swiped his hand up my spread open and bare vagina. "I will be back in a bit, I can't believe you suggested I was wrong. I am going to keep the water going. When I get back you are going to suggest a punishment for yourself. Otherwise I am going to make you eat all that hair off the ground." He left.

I looked down and the hair below me and the wads on the wall where he wiped them off. The water was still cold and I started to shiver. It ran down my head over my body and dripped off my vagina and down my legs. I hated this man. He was just cruel. He probably just did this to humiliate me before I leave. I had to come up with a punishment to ask for. I thought about the punishments I had gotten or seen. I decided to ask for a shock. At least that ended quickly. If I didn't ask for anything he would probably do it anyway. I was looking forward to seeing Cole again, or Reed, he wasn't too bad.

The man returned."How are you feeling now?"

"I'm really sorry, Master. I was very wrong, I implied you were wrong. I need to learn to be respectful. Could you please shock me, to teach me. Please don't make me eat my hair." I shivered as I spoke. Cold water was still running down my body.

"That was terrible, just a shock? Not creative at all. You just tried to pick the easiest thing. At least you picked something. You are cute, so I will give you an option. I will let you down and you will lick up hair from the floor until I tell you to stop. If you convince me that you love eating pubic hair I will let you stop." He shocked me, it hit about 10 times again. He uncuffed my hands and feet, leaving the water on. I dropped to the floor. "You will eat it happily or I will shove it down your throat and you will lick the floor in here until your tongue bleeds."

"Yes, Master." I was shaking from the cold and fear. I knelt down and leaned forward until my face was over a wad of hair. I took a long lick of it showing the hair on my tongue to the man. I closed my eyes like I was eating the most delicious food ever. I smiled wide. "Master, it tastes so good. It's like cinnamon and brown sugar." I took another lick. The hair was getting stuck all over my mouth. "Oh, Master, it's so good, I want to eat it all. Please can I have the rest that's on the wall?"

"Alright, stop. That is so gross Sarah you are such a nasty girl. Take an actual shower, then clean up the stall. Don't touch your new bald pussy though. Even if you are just feeling how smooth it is, that counts as masturbation." He gave me soap, shampoo and a sponge to clean. He sat in a chair by the door to the shower room, and scrolled on his phone as I worked.

I kept spitting up hair and trying to wipe it off my tongue. This guy got off on what he could do to girls here. As I showered and cleaned I thought of how Cole had treated me. He always explained things, and everything he did had a reason. Well most of it at least. He seemed to genuinely want me to get what I signed up for, a good loan. He didn't want to make this any worse on me than it had to be. Why would this guy shave me? He must have just done it to be cruel. Any minute Reed or Cole would be here to let me out. As I finished cleaning I dreaded talking to this man.

As I finished I was relieved to be told to shut up. I didn't want to have to say anything to him. He cuffed me behind my back. It left my newly bald pussy completely on display. He grabbed a towel and roughly dried me. I was still a bit wet as we walked through the hallway. My hair dripped on my shoulders and onto the floor. Just a few drops. He held me roughly as we walked. I could feel the smooth skin of my pubic area as I walked. My pussy was on display now, luckily we didn't pass anyone.

He took me back to the holding room. He uncuffed one hand, then took my cuffs and attached a chain to them. Then looped the chain through a ring on the ceiling. He pulled my hands up until I was slightly on my toes. He locked it there leaving me stretching to hold the position. He slapped my breasts a few times and then left.

This position was a new discomfort. He could have made it worse, when he locked it a little more slack was added. I had two options; stand flat and have my whole body stretched, or stand on my toes, and release the tension on my wrists, and the stretch through my torso.

Waiting again. I thought of being home. I was going to have a shaved pussy now. I had never used hair removal cream. I knew it lasted longer, although I wouldn't know how long for some time. At least when I was home no one would see it. I would know. I wondered how I would feel when I was home. Would showering remind me of what was done to me? They said I would be masturbating to the memory of being here. I kinda knew that would happen. Not to that last cruel man. I didn't love being humiliated and treated as a slave. I thought about Cole. The way he treated me seemed so kind compared to the last guy. He definitely cared, and he liked me. Liked me for my intelligence and success, and more. I wasn't horny but I was thinking about Cole.

The door opened. I wished for Cole's kind face to come through the door. My arms ached, my toes ached. It was uncomfortable, but not overwhelmingly so. Cole walked in. I smiled wide. "Master, I am so happy to see you. Am I getting released, what is going on?"

He smiled at me and walked up to me. He got to work releasing my arms."Sorry about all this Sarah. I have bad news. The loan company has not responded. This is really going to be bad news, do you trust me?"

"Yes, Master, I trust you. Whatever is happening I want to know even if it's bad." I stretched my arms, happy to be free.

"They didn't respond, and it's Friday, so you will be kept here until Monday at least. They should respond then. Reed sent an extra email about it. He didn't have to by the way. I'm really sorry, it's not fair. I could stay over the weekend with you. There would be a few others working at times here, but mostly it would be quiet."

"Oh please Master, please stay and be with me. I know it's too much to ask, but I trust you, I like you." I said, with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could.

"Well it wouldn't just be us hanging out, because you will be here so long you have to work. Greenwood makes money on the side in various ways. If you don't, you would have to pay out of your pocket."

"Whatever it is, I doubt I can change it now, are you considering staying, um. Do you want something from me?"

"You are cute, I can take whatever I want from you, except your virginity I guess. But I can take enough that you would beg to have your virginity taken instead. No, I am asking if you want me to stay. If it's not me it will be someone else on staff."

"Well I really do want you. I promise to be good, I will be really easy. I won't cause any problems and I would be happy to give you blow jobs, or serve you however I can. I know you could make me, but this would be because I want to show how much I appreciate you."

He stroked my hair. "Alright I will stay with you. I have enjoyed my time with you. I will still be harsh with you at times. I have made the mistake of being too easy before. A slave is in far more danger if they are not in a proper mindset. Getting someone there, sometimes takes some significant discomfort."

"I understand. I know you have to do some things. I don't think I will be able to get through this weekend if I am not pushed into a different mindset. I really am going to be here for at least two more days?"

"Yes you will, now kneel down on the floor. I will be back in about half an hour. Then my other work will be mostly done and I can take care of you. Kneel properly the whole time and don't complain about it. I am not staying the weekend if you are going to be an issue the whole time"

"Yes, Master."