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Walking to the head of the table, Dr. Harris lifted two leather cuffs from underneath the table before placing one around each of Kirsten’s wrists. The cuffs were attached to straps which were bolted to the underside of the table, which he adjusted to pull her arms taut above her head. Finally, moving around to the other side, he placed a thick leather strap across her torso just a little above her belly button.

Kirsten was now well and truly helpless.

Leaving her to contemplate her situation for a moment, Dr. Harris opened a cabinet on the other side of the room and produced a large, stainless-steel bowl, a disposable razor, a can of shaving cream, and a wash rag. After filling the bowl with warm water, he set all the items on a small rolling cart, which he then pulled over to sit at the foot of the table. Before taking a seat on his stool to begin baring her pussy fully and properly, he walked up to the head of the table to look down at Kirsten’s crimson cheeks.

It was time to leave the pretense of this being a purely medical preceding behind. He considered what was in store for Kirsten to be a form of treatment—one that had proven highly effectivein fact—but many aspects of it were more of an art than a science.

An art at which he was a master.

“Do you know what’s going to happen next, Kirsten?”

She knew, of course. He had told her, and her position allowed her to see the preparations he was making out of the corner of her eye. But he wanted to hear her say it.

“You’re… you’re going to shave me, doctor.”

“Where am I going to shave you, Kirsten?

“My… my… please, doctor!”

“Answer my question, Kirsten.”

“You’re going to shave my pussy, doctor.”

“That’s right, Kirsten. I’m going to shave that pretty, pink, spread-open pussy of yours completely bare so that it’s properly on display for your treatment today.” He paused for a long moment before delivering the next line. “Ask me to shave your pussy bare, Kirsten.”

“What? I don’t want my pussy shaved! Please don’t… I can’t ask you to do that!”

Without wasting any time debating or scolding, he simply reached down and gave Kirsten’s right nipple a rough pinch and a twist followed quickly by the same treatment to her left nipple.

She cried out loudly.

“You’ll learn quickly that I don’t like to have to repeat an instruction. And when I do, it will almost always mean that theinstruction will become more humiliating for you. Now ask me to shave your pretty pink pussy fully bare so that every fold will be on display for your treatment.”

With the fingers of one hand resting gently around one of her sore nipples and his other hand on her shoulder in a way that was simultaneously calming and clearly indicative of who was in charge, he knew Kirsten would feel completely helpless with no option left but to comply.

Her voice quavering, she spoke at last. “Please shave my pretty pink pussy completely bare so that every fold is on display for my treatment.”

“Good girl,” he said, and as he anticipated, the simple term sent a new flush running all the way down her bare chest. It was obvious that Kirsten now knew without a doubt who was in control of her beautiful body.

Moving to stand between his helpless patient’s legs, Dr. Harris let the fingers of one hand brush over her naked form before dragging just his fingertip down the wet lips of her pussy.

As she lay on the exam table bare, bound, and blushing, Kirsten could only imagine how shameful it would feel to have this infuriatingly handsome doctor shave her pussy for her.

She could only imagine for now, at least. In a moment she would know.

Gazing between her widely splayed thighs, she watched as the doctor squirted shaving cream onto a wash rag, then worked it into a lather before spreading it over her mound and lips.

Moving slowly and meticulously, he lifted the razor and started with her mound, taking his time, pausing to swirl the blade in the water after each pass. When her mound had been shaved completely, he moved to her outer lips. Once those too were bare, he parted them with his fingers and carefully maneuvered the razor to remove any hair from the folds in between.

When he had completed a first pass over every inch of Kirsten’s now almost entirely bald pussy, he soaked the rag in the warm water and rinsed her clean of shaving cream before lathering her up again for a second, even more careful pass to ensure the job was done properly.

After the second rinse she thought it was over, but then Kirsten heard what sounded like metal scraping against metal as Dr. Harris began shifting the stirrups that held her ankles.

She felt her left leg being lifted further up and back so that her knee was almost beside her left breast, and a moment later the doctor completed the same process with her right leg, leaving her still widely spread thighs almost parallel with her torso and her calves perpendicular to the table and spread even further apart. To her horror, this new position put her anus fully on display.

“What are you doing, doctor?”

“I’m shaving you completely, Kirsten. This treatment will require you to be entirely bare, even between your cheeks.”

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