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you owned? I mean, I get it you’re a staff slave here at The Compound, but do you belong to someone in particular? How does it work here?”
    Marta ducked her head shyly, a pink blush moving over her smooth dark skin. “Yes. I belong to Mistress Miriam.” She smiled now, a wide, beautiful smile, the love light evident in her eyes. She glanced suddenly at the clock on the wall. “Now, no more talking. I have to get you done.”
    Numbing cream or no, the waxing of Alexis’s most delicate parts hurt like hell, but at least Marta was relatively quick and efficient about it. When she was done, she smoothed cool aloe vera gel over the area. “It won’t hurt so much next time,” Marta promised. “You’ll be groomed once a week, or more if necessary. You must always be completely smooth. You want to see?”
    She led Alexis over to the large bank of mirrors over the sinks. “That redness will go away in a few hours,” she reassured Alexis as they both stared at her denuded body. Alexis couldn’t quite decide how she felt about it. She’d thought she would look like a little girl, but in fact she looked every bit a woman, her sex pooching provocatively between her legs like a flower waiting to bud.
    After a few seconds, Marta said, “You can admire yourself later. Let’s get your hair and makeup going. She pointed to a stool and Alexis sat dutifully, letting Marta blow dry and brush her long, thick hair into a shiny, silken curtain around her face and down her back.
    “Turn toward me so I can do your makeup,” Marta instructed. Alexis rarely wore much makeup, and was a little apprehensive as Marta brushed and sponged various liquids and powders onto her face. But when she turned back to the mirror she was both startled and pleased by the results. Her skin looked dewy and luminescent, her eyes large and sparkling, her lips like the softest crushed rose petals.
    “Three minutes to go,” Marta said triumphantly. “Come on. I’ll show you your room.” She led Alexis out of the bathroom and down the hall to the third door on the right, which was ajar. Inside Alexis saw that her clothing had been neatly piled on top of the small bureau, her suitcase resting beside it. The mattress was narrow but the duvet looked soft and clean, with a plump pillow at the head of the bed. On the wall above it hung a red nylon dog leash and a black riding crop.
    “You saw how I was kneeling when you entered the bathroom?” Marta asked, drawing her attention away from the implements on the wall. Alexis nodded. Marta pointed to the throw rug on the wooden floor beside the bed. “Kneel there in that position. It’s called the at-ease position. Face the open door.” She watched as Alexis complied.
    “Back straighter.” Leaning down, Marta placed her hand on Alexis’s shoulder. “Spread your thighs more. Master John will want to have a good view of your smooth cunt.” This was said matter-of-factly as Marta tapped at Alexis’s thigh with her bare toe. “Good. Hands resting naturally on the thighs. Eyes straight ahead. Chin up.” She put a finger beneath Alexis’s chin. “Better. Now stay that way. Master John said not to move.” She bent down and kissed the top of Alexis’s head. “Good luck!” And she was gone.
    Alexis’s heart had slipped into a higher gear. Any second now she would hear the clicking of Master John’s black boots in the hall. She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, willing herself to calm down. Her nipples were perking, her newly-bared sex twitching in anticipation of the Master’s return. She clenched and unclenched her hands on her thighs as she waited in nervous anticipation of his return.
    I belong to Mistress Miriam. Marta’s face had blossomed with pure happiness when she’d said that. Were they lovers? Though Alexis considered herself primarily straight, she had enjoyed the occasional sexual romp with a girlfriend, though it had been years since those wine-soaked sleepovers.
    She thought