What the actual fuck is this thing?
The blond attendant picks up my right foot with gentle hands. His thumb strokes my ankle as he guides my heel into the stirrup. The metal is cold. Padded, but cold.
"Wait—" I try to pull back.
"Shh," he murmurs. "Just relax."
He closes something around my ankle. A cuff. Leather-lined but unmistakably arestraint. It locks with a softsnick.
My left foot goes next.
The dark-haired one guides it into position while I'm still processing what's happening. Another cuff. Another lock.
My legs are spread.
Wide.
Oh god.
The stirrups hold me open at an angle that makes my pussy completely exposed, raised above the waterline like I'm being presented for inspection. My thighs are trembling. I can feel cool air against my throbbing pussy, can feel how wet I am, how swollen.
I try to close my legs.
Can't.
The stirrups don't budge.
"Please—" I whisper.
The tall one with the long hair moves to my head, kneeling beside the tub. His hand cups my cheek. "You're okay, beautiful. Just breathe."
I'm breathing too fast. Panicking. Because I can't see what's happening down there. My head is low in the tub, water lapping at my shoulders, and my hips are raised up like?—
Like an offering.
Like a sacrifice on some kind of stone altar.
The blond one moves between my spread legs, and that's when I see it.
The tray.
Shaving cream. Razor. Oil. Towels.
Oh no.
"We're going to make you perfect for him," the blond says, his voice so gentle it makes my stomach clench. "Just relax and let us work."
I want to protest. Want to tell them?—
The shaving cream is warm.
The blond one spreads it along my bikini line with his bare fingers, working it into my skin with slow, deliberate strokes. His thumb brushes my clit—accidental or intentional, I don't know—and I gasp.
"Easy," the tall one murmurs from behind my head. His hands are in my hair now, massaging my scalp, tilting my head back. "Just feel it. Don't fight."
The third attendant—the dark-haired one—moves to my breast. His soapy hand cups it, thumb circling my nipple until it's hard and aching.
I close my eyes.
