Anita's grooming service for well-behaved pets

Anita’s dark eyes gleamed as she leaned forward, her fingers already twitching with anticipation. “My turn.” Her voice was a low, velvety purr that sent a fresh wave of heat through Suki’s trembling body.

Suki swallowed hard, her fingers twisting together in her lap. The silicone tail between her cheeks shifted with every nervous fidget, a constant, humiliating reminder of her predicament.

Anita smirked. “You’re such a pretty little kitten, Suki. But even pretty kittens need grooming.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of small silver scissors, the blades glinting in the dim light.

Suki’s breath hitched.

“First things first,” Anita murmured, shifting onto her knees behind Suki. “Let’s get those little armpits nice and tidy.”

Suki’s arms instinctively clamped to her sides, her face burning. Her armpit hair—long, silky strands of jet-black—was something she had never thought much about until now. But the way Anita was looking at it, like it was something to be admired, something to be touched—

“Arms up, pet,” Anita ordered, her voice firm but teasing.

Suki hesitated, then slowly lifted her arms, exposing the soft, dark tufts beneath. The air was cool against the damp skin, making her shiver.

Anita hummed appreciatively. “So soft.” Her fingers brushed the hair first, stroking it gently, as if petting a cat. “You don’t shave often, do you?”

Suki shook her head mutely, her pulse fluttering under Anita’s touch.

“Good,” Anita murmured. “It suits you.”

Then—

Snip.

The first cut was gentle, the scissors gliding effortlessly through the silky strands. Anita worked methodically, trimming the hair shorter, shaping it with careful precision. Suki’s breath came in shallow gasps as Anita’s fingers occasionally brushed the sensitive skin beneath, sending little jolts of pleasure through her.

“There,” Anita murmured, blowing away a stray strand. “Perfect.”

Suki dared to glance down. Her armpits were neatly trimmed, the hair now a soft, even layer. It looked… nice.

Anita’s fingers trailed down Suki’s side, making her squirm. “Now for the fun part.”

Suki’s stomach flipped.

Anita nudged her onto her back, guiding her to lie across the circle of girls. Cathy and Erica immediately shifted to make room, their hands casually resting on Suki’s thighs, as if to keep her in place.

“Legs open, kitten,” Anita instructed, her voice dripping with amusement.

Suki’s face burned, but she obeyed, letting her knees fall apart. The lace panties—already damp—clung to her folds, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Anita’s gaze darkened as she took in the sight. “Look at you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the waistband of Suki’s panties. “So eager.”

Suki whimpered, her hips twitching involuntarily.

Anita smirked, then hooked her fingers into the fabric and tugged them down, exposing once more Suki’s dark, untamed bush to the room.

A chorus of appreciative murmurs rose from the girls.

“God, she’s fluffy,” Erica giggled.

Cathy bit her lip. “I love it.”

Suki squeezed her eyes shut, humiliation and arousal warring inside her.

Anita ran her fingers through the thick curls, her touch feather-light. “So soft,” she murmured, her nails scraping gently against Suki’s skin. “But let’s clean you up a bit, hmm?”

Snip.

The scissors closed around the first tuft of hair, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. Suki’s breath hitched as Anita began trimming, her movements slow and deliberate. Each cut sent a little shiver through Suki’s body, the sensation of being groomed like this—so intimate, so degrading—making her pulse race.

Anita worked in silence, her dark eyes focused as she shaped the hair into a neat, trimmed triangle. Occasionally, her fingers would brush against Suki’s inner thighs, or the very edge of her slit, making her jerk.

“Hold still,” Anita chided, pressing a firm hand to Suki’s hip. “I don’t want to nick you.”

Suki whimpered but obeyed, her body trembling under Anita’s ministrations.

Finally, Anita leaned back, admiring her work. “Better,” she murmured, running her fingers through the now-tidy curls. “But we’re not done yet.”

Suki’s eyes flew open. “W-What?”

Anita’s smirk was downright wicked. “A proper kitten keeps everything clean.” Her fingers trailed lower, brushing the very edges of Suki’s slit. “Even the little hairs… here.”

Suki’s stomach dropped.

Anita wasn’t just talking about her bush.

She meant everywhere.

Before Suki could protest, Anita’s fingers parted her folds, exposing the delicate, sparse hairs that framed her entrance and—oh God—her asshole.

“Anita—!” Suki gasped, her hips jerking.

“Shhh,” Anita soothed, her fingers pressing Suki’s thighs further apart. “Just relax.”

Then—

Pluck.

The first hair was gone before Suki even registered the pain—a sharp, fleeting sting that made her gasp. Anita’s fingers were quick, precise, plucking the stray hairs one by one, each tug sending a jolt of sensation straight to Suki’s core.

“F-Fuck,” Suki whimpered, her back arching.

Anita chuckled. “Sensitive, aren’t you?”

Suki could only nod, her breath coming in ragged pants. The pain was sharp, but beneath it was something else—something hot and liquid that pooled between her thighs with every tug.

The other girls watched, their eyes dark with arousal. Cathy’s fingers dug into Suki’s thigh, her teeth worrying her lower lip. Erica was practically vibrating with excitement, her green eyes glued to Suki’s exposed flesh.

Finally, Anita leaned back, wiping her fingers on a nearby towel. “There,” she purred. “Perfect.”

Suki was a trembling, panting mess, her skin flushed, her pussy slick with arousal. The tail between her cheeks felt heavier now, the plug shifting with every shaky breath.

Anita smirked, running a possessive hand down Suki’s thigh. “Now you’re really our pet.”