Lisa is prepared

Lisa anxiously weighed her options. Leaving seemed impossible: she had nowhere to go, no family to return to. With her peasant upbringing and without recommendation, she would probably not obtain employment anywhere else as a maid. She might find work on a farm somewhere, but did she really want to return to such a rough life? Otherwise, she could always move to the city to toil in one of the new manufactures, and one day save up enough money to travel herself to America... But she was at heart a country girl, and didn’t she always hear that cities were dangerous places for young unmarried women living alone?

The maid then imagined herself kneeling before Sigvard and begging him to forgive her sinful desires and overrule his wife. He might decide in her favor, but wouldn’t it then cause an irretrievable split in his marriage? Lisa didn’t think it would be decent of her to cause marital conflict to the man who had so generously welcomed her for the past month. Maybe the best thing was to placate Maja, at least for now…

"What’s… what’s a chastity belt?" cautiously asked Lisa.

"Leather underwear that I will lock on you so that you cannot fornicate with my husband," drily explained the older woman.

"Oh… but…" mumbled the maid, disconcerted. "What I said earlier… I won’t do that, ever!"

"I know you won’t, because you will wear the belt."

A mix of disappointment and apprehension grew in the girl’s chest, ever heavier. There really was no escaping this.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, worried.

"It might be uncomfortable, but you should get used to it," offhandedly stated Maja, evidently not caring very much whether she did or not. "Do you choose the belt, then?"

Lisa took a deep breath. Would it be so bad? She had pretty much already accepted that she wouldn’t have sex with Mr. Karlsson… Her earlier fantasy of laying with him now seemed more ludicrous by the second. Although, if the belt covered her like she imagined it would, didn’t that mean that she also wouldn’t be able to touch herself? That would be more difficult… But maybe that wasn’t a bad thing, if it saved her from sinning as she had in the past week. Chastity was a virtue, after all, and the maid did strive to be virtuous.

"I do," meekly said Lisa.

"Perfect, I knew you would be a good girl," declared Maja, pleased. "Now remove your panties and pull your nightgown up to your waist."

The maid’s eyes grew wide.

"B.. but I…" she stuttered.

The older woman watched her expectantly, and when it became clear not much more would be forthcoming, she turned towards the other maid.

"Sara, dear, go help your companion," she ordered.

After recovering from her surprise at how things had turned out, Sara had stood silently still with her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes submissively fixed on the floor. Obeying her employer’s instructions, she now moved behind Lisa, slid her hands beneath the latter’s gown, and delicately pulled down her underwear, which soon landed around her cute, bare feet.

Lisa was paralyzed by her embarrassment. She had been too shy to follow Maja’s demand, but neither did she dare resist as the other maid bared her. When the hem of her gown was dragged upwards from behind her, leaving her inconceivably naked from the waist down, she instinctively squeezed her thighs together to hide her sex and moved her hands to cover her mound. It was however too late: staring in anticipation, both of her employers had already seen her blonde bush.

"We’ll have to rid you of all that pubic hair," announced Maja. "Mine itched terribly under the belt when I tried wearing it for a week. Given that you will be belted for far longer, we should spare you that. Sara, bring us the shaving equipment."

Hearing this, Lisa felt her arousal perk up once more. When she had first spied the other maid’s smooth sex, she had been somewhat shocked, because she remembered once overhearing at a village fair that only prostitutes were like that. But the sight had mostly made the girl wonder what it would feel like to be shaved herself, and the more she had imagined it, the more the lewdness of it had grown appealing. Now that Sara swiftly went to fetch the tools, Lisa couldn’t decide whether to protest such an intrusion on her own body, or let her fantasy unfold. Much faster than she had hoped, the other maid returned with everything required and pulled out a chair for her.

"Put your feet on the edge of the chair and spread your legs as much as you can so that Sara can shave you," demanded Maja. "And clasp your hands behind the chair."

In the end, it was easier to just follow commands and let things happen, so Lisa sat down and complied. Her thighs quivered as she slowly parted them ever wider and let the hem of her dress drift above her hips once more, thus opening herself up completely. The young maid felt more exposed and **** that she ever had in her life while the three others were staring at her revealed sex, each with their own expression; Maja was frowning, Sara was lightly biting her lower lip, and Sigvard was breathing deeper than before.

Soon, all of this attention to such an intimate part of herself became unbearable, and the shy girl wanted to close her legs once more. Yet just as she tried to do so, Sara laid her hands on her knees and pushed to keep them apart. It wasn’t such a strong pressure, and Lisa could certainly overpower it with her legs if she tried, but she also really didn’t want to make a scene.

"Don’t worry", Sara whispered close to her ear. "I was just as nervous as you on my first time, but it went fine, and it will for you too, I promise. I’ll help you enjoy it."

Lisa whimpered, feeling that she was missing the last opportunity to stop this. Her chest heaved up and down as she breathed hard and fast, struggling to contain her nervousness. God, she couldn’t believe this was happening: she really was going to let herself be shaved like a whore. The thought was as exciting as it was horrifying.

Sara now knelt in front of her and slowly stroked the curly bush over the her mound, feeling its thickness and length with her hand, then began carefully trimming it with small scissors. Lisa struggled to remain motionless when she felt the other maid’s fingers delicately pull at her inner labia so that she could better cut the hair on both sides of her sex, leaving only a thin layer of it.

Once this first step was finished, Sara soaped up a soft brush and swirled it inside a bowl with just a bit of water. This created a creamy lather, which she then brushed onto the sitting girl’s neither regions. Lisa closed her eyes, quietly enjoying the feeling of the lathered bristles on her sensitive mound and inner things. When the brush moved directly on her sex, however, the girl gasped and twitched; Sara slowly brought it up and down her labia and circled around her clitoris, probably a few more times than necessary. This soft brushing reminded Lisa of the wonderful teasing she had suffered earlier and set her frustrated arousal ablaze once more; she pressed her head against the backrest and struggled not to moan in front of everyone.

Sara then began lightly scraping her companion’s lathered skin with a straight razor, ridding her of the last of her pubic hair. As she was doing this, however, she was also gently running the thumb of her other hand back and forth on the girl’s swelling, soap-lubricated nub. Lisa felt her sex rapidly grow hot and wet as pleasure once again spread in her crotch, climbed up her spine and filled her mind. Nothing mattered to her now except this ever more wonderful sensation, which she wished would never stop.

Unfortunately, it did end, and too soon, as Sara eventually finished shaving her. When she felt the towel wiping her withdraw for good, Lisa reopened her eyes and looked down between her legs, barely recognizing herself: completely hairless and smooth, her outer and inner labia were parted and shiny, with a bit of her fluids visibly seeping out of her.

The maid realized that both her employers were gazing at her sex too, Sigvard with ever more obvious desire and Maja with now unconcealed contempt. Lisa blushed, closed her legs and lowered her head, unable to bear their stares any longer. She was ashamed of looking like a prostitute and of liking it, ashamed of enjoying being touched down there and of yearning for more. She so badly wanted Mr. Karlsson to punish and take her like he did with Sara, and she hated herself for it. Oh, why was she such a horrid sinner?

Lisa’s heart sank further when Maja turned to pick up an ornate wooden box that had been left laying nearby on the master bed, reminding her of what this was all about: the chastity belt. Once more, the maid wondered if she could avoid it. Could she exploit Sigvard’s desire for her to go free? But even if she did, how would she bear the guilt of behaving like such a vile seductress?