Chapter 63

• When she returned, clean-shaven and smooth as a baby’s ass, Dylan was hanging up the telephone. She stepped close to him so he could run his fingers over the new smoothness, and she shivered as his soft touch raised goosebumps on her bare skin. The moisture from her pussy was evidence of her arousal.
• Dylan instructed her in the proper waiting position of the stubbie, on her knees with her legs spread wide, her spine erect, her ass resting on her calves, and her hands clasped behind her back. Her eyes looked down at the floor. “Touch yourself,” Dylan commanded. Edie was beside herself with joy. Dylan was reclining comfortably in his chair and he was ordering her to pleasure herself, for his pleasure. Edie felt free in her compliance.
• The old restrictions of her life were gone, the invisible chains and shackles of a Victorian society cast aside like so much chaff, insignificant of her master’s will. Master she thought, acknowledging the idea for the first time and accepting it. She hoped he could carry on the charade for a long time, she had waited unknowingly for this her whole life. Her fingers went straight to her blood-engorged clit, gasping at the electric contact. She was barely able to keep herself from cumming as her now wet fingers swam in the moistness between her legs.