beautiful milf who visits your waxing salon once every few months. today, peeking through her shirt, you see her chest is smooth and perfect.
interesting. usually something would have come in by now. you quickly realize sheâs been seeing someone else. a different waxer. you try not to become incredibly jealous as you start heating up your wax.
âso,â you ask, âno full body today?â
she pretends to think for a minute. âno not today.â
âoh,â you say, âwhy not?â she purses her lips. she looks cute when sheâs annoyed.
âiâm not sure thatâs any of your business.â ouch. okay. you go back to waxing her eyebrows. theyâre perfect. they barely need any work.
âso beautifully sculptedâ you mutter under your breath. she quirks up one of those brows.
âdid you just compliment your own work?â
âno⊠did you see another waxer?â you blurt it out. you donât know why; maybe you just want the heartbreak over faster.
she shifts uncomfortably in her spot. â⊠yes.â
âcome on, just tell me who it was then.â
âtake the shirt off please?â itâs like someone else has taken over your mind. âwhy wonât you let me love you!?â
she looks a little horrified, and you shrink back into yourself. she shakes her head. âi think you should bring your manager out for me, sweetie.â
dejected, you step back, and as you leave the roomâtail between your legs, no doubtâ you notice her phone light up.
[Mistress đâ€ïž: donât let that waxer work on anything more than your eyebrows. your Mistress owns every hair on that body now.]
oh. you never stood a chance. not even a little bit.
all you are is a pawn in some dominatrixâs game.
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