She's shaved bare

As my hand climbs higher, I find the soft folds of her sex are just as slick as I expected. In spite of her initial reservations, Alison is definitely getting excited by both her new **** garb and the role that comes with it. It is my turn to be surprised when my thumb reaches the top of the slit looking for her clit. The other night Alison's mons was covered by a feathering of soft honey brown curls, but what I find this time is smooth, soft and completely bald. Alison is clearly waiting for my reaction and when she feels my fingers exploring her bare flesh she smiles coyly.

“Do you like it, Sir?” Alison asks timidly. “In the books you gave me new slaves are almost always shaved and oiled before they are sent to their new masters' beds.”

“Well, get those rags off and show me what it looks like, and I'll let you know.” Once again, the sexy coed jumps to obey, and in less than twenty seconds she is kneeling on my couch with her hands behind her head so I can see every inch of her small jutting breasts and the smooth mound above her sex.

“It looks like you're going to be worth the time and effort I spent to get you.” Still on her knees, Alison looks up at me with shining eyes.

Yes Master, I'll be the best **** you've ever owned.” She pauses for a split second before reminding me why she's in this circumstance. “I'm sorry I was so negligent cleaning the kitchen. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” When I hesitate, she is quick to make it clear that she is eager to please. Climbing gracefully from the couch she kneels at my feet and places her hands on my thighs as she looks up at me earnestly.

“I am starting to understand what it means to be fully owned by a man.” Her whisper is low and breathy, “I'm still not very experienced, Master, but would you like to see what I was trained to do today while you were away?”