Life of Angela

My sincere apologies for taking so long to continue this story. I have been unashamedly indulging myself in other pursuits, such as travel.

The next 3 chapters are written and will be posted over the next few days.

Chapter 9

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

Despite my intense embarrassment at being made to orgasm while rubbing myself on Jenny's knee while my flatmates and their friends looked on aghast, nothing was mentioned of the incident in the following days. It was almost as if nothing had happened. This is always like it is. We live together like 5 normal flatmates residing in London, then on a random evening I will be treated like the submissive little Miss that gets everyone so excited. Then the next day it is back to normality, and nothing is ever mentioned of what happened the night before. Although I am sure my flatmates discuss it amongst themselves as a number of times I have walked into our lounge and they abruptly change the subject. They think I don't notice, but I can tell by the way they furtively glance at me that I was the subject of their discussion. I can't help but blush knowing they are discussing and probably laughing at my shameful behaviour.

The next Friday I was having breakfast before heading off to work when my 18 year old flatmate, Michelle, sat down beside me at the table.

"Would you like to come to Jenny's birthday party tomorrow night?" she nonchalantly enquired of me.

I looked up at her, immediately suspicious of whether there was an underlying reason for her request. She had never invited me out with her friends before, all of whom were 3 or 4 years younger than me so we moved in different circles when it came to socialising. Frankly I found a lot of her friends immature.

"You do remember Jenny, don't you?" Michelle's eyes twinkled wickedly as she spoke. "You should, given you were rather intimate with her while sitting on her knee last weekend."

I immediately flushed with embarrassment and looked down at my muesli in an attempt to hide my shame from my flatmate.

"Of course I remember her," I responded curtly, wanting to stifle any further discussion on my behaviour that night. "Thanks for the invite but I think I am busy Saturday night."

"Liar. You have nothing on. Come on Angela, it will be fun. It is going to be at Jenny's parent's house and they have a great big pool which is even heated. It is going to be a pool party with swimming and a barbeque. Jeff is coming along to.

It did sound like fun. Since arriving in London I had missed being able to swim regularly. However I could not face the thought of meeting Jenny and the other girls who had been at our flat last weekend and witnessed me demeaning myself. I silently shook my head while trying to focus on eating my breakfast.

"Oh, come on," Michelle persisted. "Remember Tracy's parents from Australia are staying this weekend so it will be good to get out of the house and let them have some privacy."

I had forgotten about Tracy's parents.

"Oh please," Michelle pleaded. "I promise I will look after you."

I glanced up at Michelle and she seemed sincere.

"Okay then," I relented, against my better judgement.

"Great." Michelle jumped up and gave me hug, before picking up her purse and yelling out to Jeff that they needed to get going to catch the bus for work.

Just as she reached the front door she turned back towards me.

"Make sure you are home tonight."

"Why?" I enquired. "The party is not until tomorrow night."

"I know that." Michelle rolled her eyes as if in despair. "But if you are going to go swimming then we had better get those pubes of yours trimmed. I think all those hairs poking out from under your bikini would look gross."

Yet again I flushed with humiliation. One of the rules my flatmates had invented to humiliate me was that I was not permitted to trim my own pubic hair. Only they could decide when it was time to have it trimmed, and when it was time it was a ritual designed to be as degrading to me as possible. It was now six weeks since I had last been trimmed and my landing strip had bloomed into a thick triangle of dark curls. I dreaded the though of going through the embarrassment again, but unfortunately there was no denying that I badly needed a trim.

I know I could easily sneak into the bathroom and trim it myself. I had tried that once many months ago and the next time I had to strip naked in front of my flatmates they had immediately noticed. My poor bottom was soundly smacked by all five of my flatmates. I have never been tempted to try it again.

I know I am a 22 year old and should simply refuse to participate in these little rituals they have invented for me. After all, they are not forcing me to participate. But deep down I know that despite the intense humiliation I am drawn to these situations like a moth to a bright light bulb.

All day at work I found it hard to concentrate, knowing what lay ahead of me when I got home. It was very rare that I had any advance notice of being humiliated by my flatmates. Mostly it was a spontaneous thing, or if my flatmates had planned it I was unaware of it. Knowing in advance seemed to make it worse as the hours agonisingly edged by until 5.00pm when I had to catch the underground back to Putney.

It was my turn to cook dinner which I was thankful of as it gave me an excuse to be separated from the knowing gazes of my flatmates. At dinner we sat on the cramped sofas and watched TV while we ate. I was so nervous I could hardly eat. Every now and then I would catch one of my flatmates staring at me with a half smile and I couldn't help but blush.

When the meal was over I picked up everyone's plates and returned them to the kitchen. When I came back into the lounge the coffee table in the middle of the room had been dragged to the side. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"You know what to do," Tom spoke. It was a statement, not a question.

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves I walked to the bathroom and took my scissors, shaving cream and razor out of the cabinet, before picking up my towel and flannel. When I came back into the lounge all 4 flatmates were breathlessly quiet in anticipation. My hands were shaking as I laid my towel down in the middle of the lounge carpet, and then set everything else down neatly beside the towel.

I then stood up and faced my flatmates; Jeff, Michelle and the Australian couple, Tom and Tracy. Tom and Tracy were both in their mid twenties therefore they were a few years older than my 22 years. Jeff was in his early twenties, was from Cornwall and it was his parents who owned the flat we were living in. Jeff's partner, Michelle, was also from Cornwall and was only 18 years of age. However despite her tender years she was outlandishly precocious and more naturally sexually dominant than the others. She often led the way but the others willingly followed. Over time the other flatmates had become more confident in dealing with my submissive desires.

Awkwardly I stood before my flatmates. I knew what I had to do, but that didn't make it any easier. With nervous fingers I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, then unbuttoning my cotton top and shrugging it over my shoulders before letting it drop beside my skirt. I removed my sneakers then stood up to face the intense gazes of my flatmates. Each of their faces seemed to be etched with anticipation. Tom squirmed in his seat and I could tell he was trying in vain to hide his growing erection from Tracy.

Tracy gave him a knowing smile. The girls knew that their partners couldn't help but be turned on by my willingness to totally submit in this manner. Knowing this only made me blush more.

I was now dressed in only my bra and knickers. I desperately didn't want to get any further undressed but knew I was only torturing myself by delaying the inevitable. I always had to be totally naked when I had my pubes shaved by my flatmates. Reaching behind my back I unfastened my bra and let it fall away from my boobs. Jeff couldn't suppress a groan of pleasure and got an elbow in the ribs from Michelle.

At least this time I had ensured I had a nice new pair of knickers on, unlike last week when I had been caught out. Reaching my fingers under the waist band I slowly lowered them to the floor and stepped out of them. When I stood I placed my hands on my head as I was required to do. I knew my face and chest was flushed with embarrassment as all four flatmates eyed my naked body.

Eventually Tracy stood up and then knelt down beside my towel. "Let's get on with it, shall we," she grinned as she patted my towel with her hand.

Of all my flatmates, Tracy was the one who took most convincing by the others to participate in my submissive behaviour. But for whatever reason she was the one who always shaved my pubes. A part of it was that they couldn't trust the boys to do the job properly, and I think they wouldn't be too happy with the boys being so intimate with their fingers around my vagina. Tracy was also a lot older than Michelle so probably felt she had more experience than her.

Not that Tracy exhibited any reluctance to shave my most intimate region. She took to the task with surprising gusto. She always fussed over doing the task properly which meant prolonged embarrassment for me. I was never allowed to get up until she was satisfied the landing strip shave was just right and all the hairs had been removed from around my vulva and anus.

Reticently I stepped over to my towel and lay down on my back, sprawled out with my legs straight in front of me. The remaining three flatmates all leaned forward to get a better view. Kneeling beside me, Tracy picked up the scissors and began trimming the curls of my pubic bush.

"I think we should shave it all off this time," Michelle piped up. "She is such a naughty girl that I don't think she deserves to have any pubic hair. That way we can see better when she is being naughty and is all wet and swollen."

"No," I groaned. "I don't want it all shaved off. I like having a landing strip."

"I think you should shave it all off," Tom responded, surprisingly excited by the prospect.

"Me to," Jeff quickly reinforced.

Tracy looked back down at me. "Looks like you are out-voted. A Brazilian shave it is, my girl."

I pouted but didn't complain any further as I knew it would be pointless. I had never shaved off all my pubic hair since I had entered puberty. Tracy resumed her task with the scissors, trimming my pubic hair short before picking up the shaving cream and lathering up the remaining stubble. I watched aghast as she methodically shaved every last hair off my protruding pubic mound.

However I didn't have time to dwell on my bald pussy as Tracy gently slapped my inner thigh. I knew I was now going to suffer more indignities. With a sigh I raised my knees and splayed my legs open wide. Of course all three of my flatmates were positioned so they were staring straight up at my obscenely exposed pussy. I knew that no 22 year old woman should ever allow herself to be exposed in this manner. But I also knew I was no ordinary female. Somehow my sexual desires were wired different to other females. Proof of this was the fact that despite my intense humiliation at being exposed like this, I also knew my labia was wet and swollen with arousal. Knowing my arousal was obvious to everyone only increased my humiliation, which in turn only made me more excited.

Tracy looked down between my legs, holding the razor inches from my labia. She smiled at me like a kindly mother. "You are so damn wet down there my girl that I hardly need any shaving cream."

I screwed my face up in disgrace. The smell of my intense arousal was beginning to permeate the room.

"Fucking unbelievable," Tom shook his head. "She is one heck of a submissive lass like I have never seen before."

"I should hope not," Tracy playfully scolded her fiancée before returning to her task.

She took hold of my knee closest to her and pulled it towards her, opening my legs even wider and giving her better access. Deftly she began to shave the few hairs that had grown around my labia. When she gripped my labia so she could get all the hairs I gasped with pleasure and had to bite down on my lip. I was so sensitive that it was like a bolt of electricity surging through me.

"Legs up higher," Tracy urged. "Let's get the hairs from around that tight little butt hole of yours."

To achieve this I had to grip tightly around my knees and pull them up level with my head. I was so shamefully exposed I felt mortified. Not satisfied, Tracy smacked me on my bum and told me to get it up higher. I pulled harder on my knees so that I was almost bent in half with my knees wide open.

"Good girl. Now hold it there while I get ride of these pesky hairs."

Opening my butt cheeks wide with her fingers, Tracy used the shaver to remove the last of my hair. Finally she smacked my butt again and told me I could lower my legs. Thankfully I allowed my feet to drop to the floor, but I allowed my knees to remain splayed open. I was breathing deeply, partly from the exertion of holding my legs up, but mostly from arousal.

Tracy ran her hand over my pubic bone then pushed my labia to the side so that she could inspect her handiwork and make sure she had not missed any hairs.

"You look so different with no hair down there, my girl," Tracy commented. "Very weird, but decidedly attractive. There is certainly no hiding your arousal"

I smiled in embarrassment.

"Do you need to cum?" she asked me almost matter of factly.

For a long moment the room was intensely quiet. Sexual tension permeated the room.

"Yes, please," I shamefully admitted.

"Okay. You know what to do," Tracy smiled with genuine warmth. "Get into it girl. But remember to keep those legs wide open."

"Yes," I responded bashfully.

Slowly I lifted my feet off the carpet again, bent my knees and then opened my knees as wide as I could. When I reached my left hand down between my knees I was amazed at how much lubrication I had secreted. I could feel that my labia were swollen and gaping wide open, no doubt revealing the beginnings of my pink vulva canal to my flatmates. The thought of being so exposed like this, and knowing I was going to masturbate myself in front of my flatmates was a feeling of just exquisite pleasure.

I desperately wanted to just thrust my fingers deep into my vulva and bring on the orgasm that was on the verge of erupting through my body. However I wanted to force my exposure to be as long as I could endure so I slowly encircled my fingers around my labia. My breathing was coming in short rasps. I knew all eyes were focused on me.

When I flicked my clit with my middle finger it sent shivers down my spine and I moaned in pleasure. As I felt my orgasm build I moved my fingers from my clit and stroked the sides of my labia. When I again returned to my clit I could control myself no longer. Using the fingers of my other hand I thrust them deep into my very moist vulva while I used my other hand to pinch my clit and pull it tight. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and I screamed out loud as the waves of pleasure cascaded through my body. I was aware that my hips were bucking violently in the air as I fought to keep my legs spread wide open.

It was several minutes before I managed to open my eyes again. My flatmates were still staring at me intensely, stunned by the strength of my orgasm. As I eventually got to my feet both of the couples hastily excused themselves and disappeared into their respective bedrooms. Clearly my performance had also been erotically pleasurable to them. I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or thrilled by that realisation.

Gingerly I made my way to my own bedroom, still naked with my clothes and towel wrapped under my arm. When I got to the mirror on my wardrobe door I stood amazed as I saw my bald pussy for the first time. Somehow I felt even more naked. Much more of my vagina was exposed. My clit and labia could be seen with nothing inhibiting the view.

Gone was the mature female with the curly black pubes. Somehow it made me feel young and insecure. I stared at myself for a long while, entranced by the difference in my appearance. I was not sure I liked it, but it did not stop me staring at myself. The glistening juices excreted from my vulva were still evident, and I could smell my own distinctive musk. Finally I forced myself away from the mirror and as I lay on my bed I fell into a deep and satisfied slumber.

As always, the next day dawned as if nothing had happened the previous night. It was late morning before I rose to a gloriously fine day. The thought of the pool party at Jenny's birthday was suddenly very appealing. When I showered I could not help but run my hand over my bald pussy. I was amazed at how smooth I felt, in stark contrast to the six weeks growth I had had there before getting shaved by Tracy.

At 4.00pm Michelle, Jeff and I climbed into Jeff's Subaru and drove the 45 minutes to Jenny's parent's house. The opulence of the mansion suggested they were somewhat wealthy. As we drove in the iron gates our name was checked off by a security guard and we were directed to a parking area. A maid then greeted us and we followed her around the side of the house where a group of around 50 were playing noisily around the pool. The majority of them were females, no doubt Jenny's friends, who looked to be 18 or 19 years of age. Amongst the group there was a smattering of males of a similar age.

As we got to the pool gate we were approached by Jenny and an older couple who were clearly her parents. It was easy to see where Jenny got her looks. Her mother had the same tall, slim build. She was also small breasted and had obviously passed this physical characteristic on to her daughter.

Jenny was clothed in pretty yellow bikini that highlighted her slim beauty to perfection. It also served to accentuate just how small her breasts were, but somehow to me it just seemed to suit her totally.

As we were introduced to Mr and Mrs Taylor, Jenny and I locked eyes and we both blushed with embarrassment before looking away. It was an uncomfortable moment, but soon forgotten when we entered the fenced pool area, stripped off our outer clothing to reveal our swimming attire underneath, and dived into the pool. It had been so long since I had been swimming that I floundered around for almost two hours on my own, just occasionally saying hello to strangers. Michelle and Jeff were constantly surrounded by friends, including Jenny and the other two girls who had been at our flat last weekend. I gave them a wide berth and stayed on the other side of the pool.

Eventually everyone began to exit the pool as nibbles of delectable food and a variety of drinks were being handed out by maids with shiny silver trays. Reluctantly I climbed out of the pool, grabbed my clothing and made my way to the crowded female changing room beside the pool where I removed my bikini and dried myself off before putting on my underwear, jean cut-offs and the short tee shirt that only came down to my naval. As I furtively glanced around the changing room it seemed to be filled with giggling, excited, immature girls. I felt old and wished there was some way I could slip away early now the swimming was all over.

I desperately also needed to pee but the one toilet outside had a queue of girls waiting so I elected to hang on and search for the bathroom inside. As I made my way past a group of girls and guys standing on the veranda to the house I heard Michelle call out to me. I wanted to ignore her so I could search out the bathroom but felt that would be rude so I walked over to her and Jeff who were in the middle of a group of around ten, including Jenny.

Michelle pointedly introduced me as her 'older' flatmate, Angela.