What Became of Me

We entered a dignified reception and waiting room. Dark, noble wood, leather armchairs.

“Good morning, madam”, we were greeted by the woman behind the counter. Or rather, Petra was greeted while I was ignored. “Always a pleasure to see you here. Evelyn will be free soon. Please take a seat.”

I sat down next to Petra on one of the comfortable armchairs and had the feeling that her gaze narrowed briefly. Should I have waited until – or if – she allowed me to sit down too?

We were barely seated when a blonde woman about my age entered and greeted Petra.

“I assume the appointment is not for you, but for your – daughter? Or friend?” asked Evelyn.

“Neither”, Petra answered, and I wondered what option was left in Blonde’s mind. “But actually, the appointment is indeed for her. About two hours for the first session?”

“Yes, about two hours. Maybe a bit more”, estimated Evelyn. “The first session always takes a little longer. I have to explain a few things, and I have to find the right settings.”

“You don’t need to explain much to her. I’ve already done that. She’s looking forward to it,” replied Petra. “Unfortunately, she’s quite shy, so don’t be surprised that she’s not particularly talkative. I’ll pick her up in about two hours.”

Of course, I didn’t know what the “it” was that I was “looking forward to”. And Petra had done her best to keep me guessing about what to expect. I felt pretty stupid and insecure as I trudged along after Evelyn. She led me into a brightly lit room with a lounger and instruments to either side. This had to be some kind of treatment or examination room. “What the fuck?”, I thought.

“Please, remove all of your clothing.” Evelyn pointed to the coat hooks on the wall. Her tone was clear and professional, but her words caused a lump in my throat.

“All clothing?”, I thought. I took off my jacket, shoes, socks, pants, and top. However, I hesitated to strip fully naked.

“Yes, the bra and the panties too, please” confirmed Evelyn.

While I unhooked and removed my bra and stepped out of my panties, Evelyn sprayed the lounger – with disinfectant, I suspected – and carefully wiped it dry with paper towels.

Finally, I stood completely naked, arms crossed over my chest and probably turning red with embarrassment. For the second time in ten days, I found myself naked in front of a stranger and this time I didn’t even have a clue why.

“Please, lie down on the lounger. On your back, please.” Evelyn probably sensed my discomfort but misinterpreted it. “Don’t worry”, she said. “It doesn’t hurt much. It might just feel like a mild sunburn afterwards.”

Evelyn turned on the device to my right. “Don’t worry”, she emphasized again. “I’ll test it on a less sensitive area first.”

Evelyn reached for something that was connected to the device with a cable. It looked a bit like an ultrasound probe. She slowly lowered it on my arm. It felt like someone had snapped a rubber band against my skin but not very hard.

“And?” asked Evelyn. “It doesn’t hurt much, does it?”

I shook my head. No, it didn’t hurt much. Just a little. Just enough to make my stupid pussy tingle.

“The arms are of course comparatively insensitive”, explained Evelyn. “The lady has booked the entire package for you: face, neck, arms and hands, armpits, chest, stomach, shoulders, back, bottom, pubic area and perianal area, legs and feet. Our customers usually say that the treatment of the face and the pubic area feel the most unpleasant. The face is particularly sensitive and at the pubic area we also have to increase the energy of the laser a little because the pubic hair is darker and thicker.”

“Oh, so that’s what this is about”, I thought, relieved. “Laser hair removal.” Now Petra’s last order from the previous week to stop shaving my pubic hair and armpits made sense. I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but that wasn’t bad.

Evelyn began to work on the body parts mentioned one by one. At first, she made a bit of small talk, but since I only responded with nods, head shakes, or inarticulate sounds indicating agreement or disagreement, that soon stopped. When Evelyn reached the area of the ​​thin fuzz above my upper lip, it felt a bit uncomfortable. But otherwise, everything was okay. I relaxed a little.

But one worry bothered me. I had started the day like every morning with a few edges and was quite excited in anticipation of a day with Petra. The impulses, although not very painful, also turned me on, especially as Evelyn approached the pubic area.

Furthermore, the more I thought about it, the more excited I became by the fact that Petra had simply left me behind, that someone was working on me to make me a better toy for her without any consideration of my thoughts at all. I remembered the collection of old and expensive porcelain dolls that I was allowed to look at as a young girl at my great aunt’s house. I thought of the dolls’ cold but flawlessly white and shiny skin. The thought that Petra was turning me into something similarly flawless and deliberately finished sent an involuntary shiver through me. My pussy twitched.

My real concern was whether Evelyn would notice how increasingly aroused I was. I felt how wet I was and worried I would leave a puddle on the lounger.

If Evelyn noticed any of this, she professionally ignored it. Her professionalism was almost comforting. She treated me like an ordinary client. Petra had arranged for me to be here as something else entirely.

The treatment of the pubic and perianal area was uncomfortable, even a bit painful. But as a masochist, I enjoyed it, suppressing moans of pleasure. I felt sorry as Evelyn turned to my legs and feet.

“Okay, done,” she finally announced. “Everything okay?” And when I nodded, she added: “You can get dressed again then.”

Petra was already waiting for me. She stood up and passed her bank card across the counter.

“Today I’m paying just for this first session. If the thing behaves well, she’ll have the whole course.”

Petra said this in a tone that might have sounded joking to the lady behind the counter but sent a bolt of excitement through me. I understood then that this hadn’t been an isolated appointment. It was the first step of a plan.

“On to the next item on the agenda”, Petra said as we descended the stairs to the street.