Task: Epilator for pussy

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Miss Lois once asked me to sketch her a scenario / write her a story about a girl that wanted to be a slave and was starting her training. (I mean, this was obviously about me even though I started writing it as if it was about a random person, after which I was specifically told that this was about me.)

I don’t remember how I started it. I don’t like writing kinky scenario’s or stories or… reports (which is funny considering I am definitely enjoying writing all these blog posts now!) But I was told to, so I tried. One of the things I had happen to (myself) in the fantasy was that I still had all my pussy hair, and so the Mistress said or started to pluck out every single hair one by one with a tweezer.

This surprised Miss Lois. It was an idea she hadn’t thought of before, which happily amused me. (For one, I had mentioned this idea waaaay back, but it’s not like I remember everything we talked about back then so who can blame her), but also, having an idea of torture that never crossed her mind before gave me a sense of pride, hehe.

I continued the story (no idea what happened) and was interrupted at some point and it no longer continued. Instead, our conversation went elsewhere. This is because Miss Lois often just tried out things to try and learn my mind better. I couldn’t really get into writing this story because as I mentioned, I didn’t like writing these sort of things. It’s probably to do with the fact that I’m a writer and therefore think about everything I write.

Anyhow, she then, at some point came up with a new idea. The epilator that I’d found at my mum’s house… she told me to use it to get rid of the hair on my pussy (instead of painlessly shaving it off in the shower). And suddenly my glee about having given her this new idea disappeared, lol.

I believe I had to try it several times before I managed to have the self-discipline to go through with it. It was SO painful already in the very first second of turning it on and bringing it close to my pubic hair, that I thought there was no way I could possibly do this.

I asked her if she had ever done this… and the answer was no, lol. I mean, who would willingly use an epilator on their pubic hair? But also… of course the slave (aka me) had to suffer when she didn’t. I mean fair enough… ha.

So one day I felt like I absolutely had to do this. I was probably already disappointing her by how long this was taking and if I was a slave then I should simply do what she told me to. It shouldn’t matter how much pain it would cause me.

So I put down a towel on the floor and leaned against the wall, looking at my pussy with dread (almost as if I wanted to apologise for what I was about to do).

I turned it on and it started making its loud buzzing noise and the blades were going round too quickly to really still see them. I brought it closer to my pubic hair… very slowly… Then it pulled at some hairs and I pulled it away in agony. Aaah?? How do people do this??

But no… I had to do this. I would see this through till the end. So back the epilator went… and inevitably, I had the exact same response where I couldn’t keep the epilator at my hair for more than 2 to 3 seconds. At this rate it would take me an entire day. And it actually did take me about 3 hours to complete the job, lol.

I decided to try and keep the epilator on my hair longer and to just bite through the pain. It started working for a few more seconds at a time, but it was still a struggle. I told myself to simply not think. Don’t think, just do. Don’t feel (I mean easy to say lol), just do.

After about an hour or so I became even more impatient and started being able to use the epilator more as like a normal shaving device. But the closer I came to my clit, the more painful it became.

And then the epilator also started gathering blood… lol.

I thought to myself: which crazy person does this? You… you do… you want to be a slave. You are happiest when you do things like this… ugh.

The result was… I mean I thought it looked hideous but I assume, and now also appreciate it more myself, that it looks quite appealing to you. The redness looks good. I wish I could say it also felt good, haha. I mean, it did, because I felt happy about having gotten it done! But I was certainly hoping this thing worked and would keep these hairs away for several weeks, if not months (a girl can hope) now.
(Side note, not all hairs came out, I had to use tweezers for the last few).

I thought to myself: I can never do this again. I managed this time but no… never again. It’s too much. Too painful. Too…

So of course, Miss Lois told me to only use the epilator to get rid of my pubic hair from now on… What a lovely surprise…

Side note: I only used the epilator on my pubic hair two more times. It did take a long time for the hair to come back the first time, and the internet said that it would be less painful if one were to use the epilator when the hair hadn’t grown too long yet. This turned out to be true and helped a lot. The reason why I then stopped using the epilator was because I ended up plucking every single hair one by one with tweezers because it became a good way to distract myself when I was feeling down. Miss Lois didn’t correct me for this, and so I just kept it up. I did try and go back to the epilator, but I didn’t want my hair to be gone for too long anymore. Being able to take them out one by one every two days or so really helped me mentally and I couldn’t really help it. Even now, this habit has remained.

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