She woke slowly. Her brain felt fuzzy, just as her girlfriend said she would. She was reluctant to agree to the sleeping pills, but it did add to what she was feeling now.
She tried to stretch and found herself firmly tied, just as her fantasy always had her, only this time was real. Leather cuffs at her hands and ankles restrained her, stretching her tight over the half cylinder cushion under her ass. She was sure she was fully clothed when she fell asleep, but now she was naked and stretched wide and helpless. She couldn't have moved from this bed if she tried.
Looking around her she found she could see very little. Pale blue walls. A bedside table bare of anything on top. A flat screen TV mounted high on the wall, dark and lifeless.
She called out, receiving no answer. She craned her neck but could see nothing of the room near her feet. The arch over the pillow made it impossible to see anything past her navel.
A click drew her attention to the TV, as it brightened and focused into a close up view of a very pretty pussy. Pale pink and open, moist. The mound above was covered with curly brown pubes. She stared at it fascinated as a hand extended toward it, a dollop of what looked like some sort of whipped cream on the finger tips.
She jumped and screamed as the cream was placed onto the pussy on the screen, and she simultaneously felt something wet and cool spread onto hers. Oh my God, she thought - that's my pussy I am looking at! She stared in fascination as the hand spread the cream all over her pussy. She bent and strained to see the person doing this but could see no one past her own belly.
A deep male voice came from behind her warning that to keep squirming might just become dangerous as the hand on the screen picked up an old fashioned straight razor. She froze, eyes going very wide. She had never shaved her nether regions, let alone let someone else do it, and now she had no choice. It was as she had agreed - her best friend would arrange all the best parts of all her fantasies they had discussed - but there would be no stopping - no safe words - and no choice. What is done to her will be beyond her control - and some of it may not be the most pleasant. Even a stray thought mentioned in passing like "I wonder how it feels to have pierced nips" could be fair game with the way her friend thought.
She felt the first scraping pass of the razor over her mound and shivered just a bit. The hand moved very slowly - taking its time to slowly remove every stray hair from her mound, then moved lower. Her pussy lips and anus were denuded as well. A warm cloth was placed over her mound, and she heard the door shut. She lay there breathing deeply and trying to calm herself. She didn't remember talking about shaving with her friend, but she had mentioned nipple and clit piercing. Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into?
She must have been very preoccupied with what may happen, as she didn't hear the door open softly. Her eyes flew to the TV when she felt something move against her pussy. The towel was removed and the hand disappeared for a moment. She whispered "Who are you?" but got no reply. The hand just continued about its planned business and ignored her murmurs and questions.
