Page 50 of João
No cold towel could calm the roaring commotion driving all the blood toward the bottom half of my body. No warm waxapplied with care could make me anxious for what would be the next step. No pain could…
“Oh my Lord in heaven, why have You forsaken me!”Was that my voice? Did I scream like that?
Another deep chuckle came from my side, and if looks could kill, even through the cloth over my eyes I would have eviscerated him. Let him come and wax his balls and see how it feels.
“I do wax them from time to time. And no, you didn’t say that out loud, but boa menina, I know you wanna kill me right now. I promise, trust me. She’s just gonna clean around the area, this won’t be a Brazilian. I like your little bush.”
God almighty, this man and his ways. How could he make me blush by telling me he liked me hairy?
Callused skin met my palm and I held onto his as Helena cooed and shushed her way through waxing my privates. The music worked as somewhat of a distraction and I focused on the solid presence next to me, the hand holding mine, and hummed my way through horrendous pain which slowly transformed into another ritual. Each strip of wax removing hair was my way of serving my Master.
“I hope you’ll be pleased.” I turned my head to the side, searching with my ear for him.
“You please me by just being you, Gisele, never forget that.”
Again, the touch of vulnerability pierced something in me, something I was holding onto that didn’t have a name or sense or anything I could explain. Something that recognized João for a kindred spirit in that supermarket and had drawn me to him while keeping him at arm’s length.
“I know…” My voice was barely audible, my chest rising and falling as something replaced the earlier anxiety, a deep yearning that I did not remember ever feeling before. My chest flooded with sensations as my heart took over. The last fewwax strips I could not remember how they felt; the pain was there, ever present, but the sensation it evoked in my body was a different one. Adrenaline flooded through me and I grew lightheaded.
“Master, I…”
“Yes, I know. I know you are such a good girl, my boa menina, you did so good for me. You are such a gift.”
“Oh, please, Master, I?—”
“Helena, now. She needs it.” The command to Helena was clipped and rough and I relished in the urgency.
“Yes, Master Q.” Helena recognized his urgency and mine.
“You’re all set, dear. Your follicles are still open so this is the only way I can provide you with what you need, but I think…” Helena trailed off and João squeezed my hand harder. I didn’t know what was happening but some type of silent exchange must be going on as I felt João tense, then relax once more.
“Okay, let me just apply this aloe vera. It won’t sting; it’s my special formula to be gentle for our areas.”
Cold aloe soothed my sensitive skin. Right as I was enjoying the chill, a soft fabric caressed and settled over my pussy, followed by pressure against my clit.
“Relax.” His woodsy aroma and warm breath kissed my ear, reminding me that he got me. He knew what I needed.
“Yes, Master.”
A quiet buzz, then vibration. The pressure on my clit was just enough for me to push against it, seeking release.
“Oh. Oh…”
“Your orgasms are always mine. No matter how they happen, I’ll orchestrate them, I’ll guide you through them, I’ll make you come so hard because they are your gift to me and they are my gift to you. Do you understand?”
He was saying words but he expected me to be coherent? A finger snapped and both vibration and pressure increased.My legs started shaking as kinetic energy from the vibrating instrument caused my own body quivers.
“Do. You. Understand?”
“Ah, please yes, please yes…”
Another finger snap and my body bowed on the treatment table, the exorcism of anything that blocked me from my pleasure leaving my body, my blood becoming fire and joy as my hips rocked against the toy, waves of pure sensation shaking me and the table until everything gave.
I was his.
the aftercare
Hand in hand, we drove in silence back to my home. The energy had shifted from anticipatory to something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Gisele sat with her legs folded under her, barefoot, her beautiful dark brown skin glowing after her treatment. Her eyelashes dusted her cheeks, refusing to let me see what her eyes could tell me. She was pensive, that was obvious, but what could be on her mind?
