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Lauren closed her eyes and tried to forget where she was - spread eagled on stage wearing nothing but an ugly mask. All her most intimate of secrets exposed for a huge crowd. What little she had, anyway. She had tested the strength of her bonds several times, but she assessed that she would not be able to escape on her own. She was stuck, waiting for whatever her nemesis had planned for her. The anticipation was killing her. It was almost the worst part of it. As much as she hated to admit it, she'd rather be done with it sooner and be on her way than wait.

Then her eyes shot open as she felt something cold against her mound. She looked down, and saw a sub girl applying a white cream above her sex.

"Sorry, but the Mistress said the big girl hair would have to go." she said once she saw Lauren looking at her.

Panic filled Lauren's eyes. She was prepared for many degrading things, but being shaved on stage still came as a low blow. She liked her pubic hair. She was proud of the little dark landing strip above her sex. It was one of her real womanly charms. She dreaded the idea of losing it. Especially after it was the only 'proof' of her adulthood earlier on the stage. She tried to squirm her way out of her bindings, but the girl saw that she was not going anywhere.

"I would stay still if I were you." she said softly. "I don't want to cut anything important."

If anything, that comment doubled Lauren's effort at trying to get free. She was trashing wildly against her restrains.

"Or, I can call in some of the guys to keep hold of you while I do it."

That did it. Lauren was exhausted from her squirming, her muscles feeling sore, but it was the mention of guys helping that stopped her vain attempt at escape.

The girl waitied for a few minutes until Lauren calmed down. "Good girl. Now, stay still and I'll be done soon." she said as she started shaving Lauren's nether region.

Lauren stopped squirming, but she couldn't stop shaking. But despite her fears, the girl did an excellent job. She must have done it numerous times before.

"All done." said the girl as she wiped away the last of the shaving cream. "You look... younger..."

Lauren looked down on herself, and the sight was beyond belief. She no longer looked like an adult. It was true that with her undeveloped body, her pubic hair had been the last proof of her maturity. Had been. A teardrop escaped her eye at that thought.

The girl was rubbing some lotion into Lauren's mound. "This will help you stay as smooth as a baby." she giggled. "If it tingles, it means it's working." and with a flick of her clit, the girl left Lauren.

And work it did. Lauren tried to not concentrate of the burning down there, but for the next couple of minutes all she could think of was how her pussy was itching. It became better later, but not by a lot.

A few minutes later Lauren was futilely trying to squeeze her thighs together when she felt the cross she was strapped to being moved. It was moved to the centre of the stage, and the time has come for Lauren to join the show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gaze upon our Flattie Queen in all her glory." came Mistress Sandra's voice. "All there is, at least." she added with a snicker.

Lauren stared at her defiantly, not willing to lose more of her dignity that she already had. Losing more of it seemed impossible at the moment anyway.

"Look at you, 'Your Royal Highness'. Without all that big girl hair, you look younger than the princess." she said followed by the crowd laughing. "I wonder how you managed to seduce the king with such a prepubescent little body. Guess it wasn't your charming personality of abusing the poor princess."

Lauren just swallowed all the insults directed at her. It was not like she hadn't heard them earlier that night. Or if she could have done anything to stop them. She vaguely tried to piece together what the plot of Sandra's play was, but she couldn't really learn more than the queen killing the king and abusing the princess or something like that. Not that it mattered. She wasn't allowed any lines with a ballgag in her mouth.

"Such a murderous look in your eyes. I like that." she said, grinning at Lauren. "Even stripped of everything, you still think you are in charge. Your authoritative nature will make this a challenge, Your Highness. I like challenges." she added while smacking Lauren with her whip.

Again, the whip landed on her inner thigh. Fortunately, the ballgag prevented her from groaning out loud. She hated showing her weakness to her nemesis, but her body couldn't handle the whip. She was not used to it. Why would she? Her delicate body was made to be worshipped not abused. And she dreaded the thought that no matter how hard she tried, she could not withstand the pain with her dignity intact.

Little did she know that Mistress Sandra had changed the Queen's punishment session to not include whipping. Not because the sub proved too tough for the whip. No. Not even close. Flattie was weak. She could have whipped the poor girl harder, like she usually did, and make her do anything she wanted. But Flattie was **** into her play and she didn't want to damage the **** property of someone else. She just had to come up with a punishment that wouldn't leave marks. Improvising was not one of her strong suits, but she was creative and had 'toys' aplenty.

Lauren was prepared for more lashes to come, but instead of that, she felt something bite into her left nipple. Her eyes shot wide open to see Mistress Sandra putting a clamp on her tender little bud. Her nipples had always been sensitive. Even now they stood proudly off her boying flat chest, despite her situation. As soon as Mistress Sandra let go of it Lauren tried to shake it off, but she could already feel the teeth dig into the tiny nub. It was there to stay. She desperately tried shaking it off for a minute while screaming into the gag, to Mistress Sandra's and the audience's great amusement.

"At least now, you have something up top." snickered Mistress Sandra. But as soon as she applied the second clamp to the other nipple, she and the audience were the ones in for a surprise, as the shapless little 'sub' had flooded the stage with a long groan.

Mistress Lauren had pissed herself on stage.

She couldn't help it. She had felt the urge before, but it was not that strong. She could have held it for hours. But in her spread eagled position and after that itching shaving she had received, she had to actively hold it in. Something, that became impossible with the pain in her little nips. She just... lost it.

Mistress Sandra just looked at the puddle Flattie had created. She couldn't decide whether the clamps were a bit too much or the sub was just frailer than usual. Regardless, she liked this new addition to her play and took control of it once again. "Look at that. Our haughty Queen is not potty-trained." The crowd, despite their initial shock, was laughing again. "That explains a lot. She must have seduced our pervy king with a bulky diaper around her tiny body."

Lauren's face was bright red under the mask. Brighter than ever before. She was just laying on the cross, twitching. She couldn't believe that she had lost control of her bladder. Or how painful those nipple clamps, she used to put on other subs, felt. She still felt the pain surging through her body, though not as strong as it was the first time.

Mistress Sandra was stroking Lauren's flat tummy comfortingly. "Don't worry, Your Royal Pissy Pants. We'll clean you up before we continue." she snickered. "Because continue, we will."

Lauren's cross was moved to the side of the stage again by some helpers. The stage was quickly cleaned while Mistress Sandra did another scene with some of the other characters at the centre. Lauren saw the sub girl who shaved her before approaching her with a bucket and a sponge.

"I'm here to clean you." she said, holding up the sponge. "Will you stay calm, or will I need the guys to hold you down?"

Lauren just scoffed behind the gag, too tired to fight and too dirty to not want herself cleaned up.

"Good girl." she said as she used the sponge on Lauren's wet crotch.

The slightly cool water felt like a goddamn miracle on her still itching pussy. She could only hope the water would wash off the remains of that cream. After her slit, the girl moved the sponge to her butt. She didn't like to be prodded there, and it didn't help that the girl's head was uncomfortably close to her own, looking intently into her eyes. After she had cleaned her legs, she stood up.

"You made quite a mess of yourself." she looked at Lauren with pity in her eyes. "Those clamps can hurt, but not 'that' much."

"Mfphpggff..." gurgled Lauren behind the gag. What she meant by that was Yes, that much.

"Shhhhh." said the girl as she ran a hand up her tummy to between her boobies. "You will learn to like them." she smiled at her as she was gently caressing the area around her nipples. "Eventually."

Lauren could feel the gentle fingers move around her tormented little nubs, and though she would never have acknowledged it, it felt good.

"Girl, you are sweating like a sheep on market day." she said as she withrew her hand. She glanced at Mistress Sandra, and seeing that the scene was still going, she leaned closer to Lauren. "Guess I'll just have to clean the rest of you as well." she winked at her.

Lauren could feel the girl's hands moving up and down her upper body. At first she thought she was just cleaning her, but she soon noticed that she was no longer using the sponge. Her gentle fingers were caressing her all over her naked body. The little tease deliberately avoided her clamped nipples so as not to anger the Mistress, but Lauren was aching for her to tug on those clamps just so she could feel her nipples still being there. Her breathing quickened, her little boyish chest rising and falling under the gentle hands. The girl bent down to pick up a towel, and used it to dry Lauren's body all over. She made extra sure to dry her between her legs. But it was over too quickly. Once finished, she left with the bucket, leaving Lauren once again waiting for her punishment. But at least the 'bath' was a welcome distraction for the pain she anticipated was to come.

Too soon, she was moved to the centre of the stage again.

Mistress Sandra looked the poor 'sub' over. She had been trying to figure out a way to break her that would avoid any marks or 'accidents'. She traced a finger from between her titties down to her pussy, assessing the body she had to work with. Then a wicked smile formed on her face.