It was decided, for free and spontaneous pressure from friends, surrender to shave in the groin. They said I'd feel ten pounds lighter.But I think pubic hair does not weigh much. They said my boyfriend would love it, I would never want anything else. I imagined it would hurt, because they at least warned it would happen. But do not expect behind it, and put behind it, there was an entire industry-gynecological porn aesthetic.
- Hi, I wanted to do washing with Penelope.- What do you wanna wash?- Groin.- Normal or dug?I stopped there. I didn't know dug waxing exixted. But if i would do it, i would make it rigth.- Dug is fine.- Tomorrow at ... Let me see ... 13h?- Ok checked.The day came that I would lose ten pounds. I lunched light things, because i knew what awaited me there, put nice clothes, so to stay chic. I chose a pair of presentable panties . And there I was.When I arrived, Penelope was waiting. Tall girl, mixed race, handsome.Wow, at least, illbe like her! She asked me to follow her to the place where the ritual is performed. We left the waiting room and immediately went into a long corridor. On one side wall and the other, several white curtains. Behind them i heard groans, screams, talks. A mixture of "Caligula" with "Hostel".
I have felt the goose bumps right there, without even unbuttoning a button. Here we arrived at our place: a bed, surrounded by curtains.- Honey, you can lie.I took off my pants and shyly stood there in panties lying on a stretcher. But Penelope barely looked at me. Turned around and faced to a table. There were the devices of torture. I saw strange things. A pot, a hair clipper, tweezers. My God, it was Hostel.Suddenly she comes with a cord in her hand. I pretended it was natural and knew what she would do with it, but I was surprised when she walked by the side of the cord and tied it tight to my panties.- Do you wanted dug well?-. Well....well yes.Penelope then left tyied it firmly around my panties, and left only a tyni srtip of "abigail", my body part name, i forgot to mention.- The hairs are too high. I cut a little our it will hurt even more.- Ah, yes, of course.Of course, nothing, did not understand shit of what she did. But I trusted. Suddenly she's back with a table of torture, espatula, honeydew of a worm viscous liquid (i could see the smoke).- You can open your legs.- Like this?- No, dear. Just like butterfly, you know? Bend your knees and then plays each leg to one side.- Knifetooth dogfish, right?She laughed. That situation. And then, Pe spent the first layer of hot wax on my virgin groin. Hot, warm, pleasant. By the time you pull.It was quick and fatal. I thought all the skin of my body had gone, that just my bones were left on the table. I didn't dare to look. I thought there was blood pouring through the roof. Until I tried to look away to my bag, already considering the possibility of connecting to the SEMC. All this trying to focus on my face, to pretend it was all supernatural.Penelope asked if everything was OK when she noticed i was turning purple. I had forgotten to breathe. I was afraid that it would hurt more.- Fine. And you?She laughed again as one thinks of "that strange girl." But she must have learned to be nice to keep customers. The medieval process continued. With each pull I wanted to beat Penelope. I remembered my friends recommended shaving and i thought it was all a joke, just to make me suffer.They all recommend it to everyone because they are tired of suffering alone.
- Would you take off the lips?- No, I just want the groin, no mustache.- No, dear, oh her lips here.No, no, everything stops. Shaving the such big lips? Gosh, what a concept. But I came across. Who is on the table has to fuck it.- Ah, start there. Makes it worth it, please.As if my condition was not enough, the girl from next door, Penelopes collegue, invades the room and takes a look at Abigail.- Look, this is getting pretty!- Girl, but it's full of stuck hair here. Look closely.If I had left some brat, he would have rocked with the breath of the two. They were well nearby. I closed my eyes and asked Him to be a nightmare."Take me away, God, teleport me." Just came back to earthwhen between the blábláblás i hear the word clamp.- I'll take a pinch here because there is some hairs, right?- You can pinch, it's all numb, I'm feeling nothing.I was wrong. I felt every pinch chopping me. And I wanted to kill her. But no sooner,i didn't know the reason for this was yet to come.- Let stand aside now?- Huh?- Lie on your side to do the dug part.It couldn't get any worse than this. I obeyed Penelope. I layd sideways and waited further orders.- Secure your ass here?- Huh?- This band from up here, and pull away to the other side.I wanted to cry. I could not see what Pê way. But she was dear to him, the eye sees nothing. How many had seen in the light of day, that scene? Neither my gynecologist. I wanted to cry, scream, fart in her face, as if it might poison her.I was thinking of her waking up at night with a nightmare. The husband would ask,- Okay, Peh?- Yes .. dreamed again of the ass of a client.But suddenly I was brought back to reality. I felt the warmth of the hot wax smearing fake my Twin Peaks. Do not know if I was more afraid or ashamed of the pull of the situation. I know she should see one thousand asses a day. Moreover, it relieves my situation up.Why did she remember rightly from my many? And then came the thought: wait, but it has hair there? I was prevented from unraveling the questioning. Peh pulled the wax. I thought my ass had all gone away. Surely there was not a single little fold to tell the story anymore. I bit the pillow and groaned at the same time. Guttural sounds, curses, prayers, all together.- Turn now on the other side.Damn .. why not started all at once? I turned back and held the little band. And then, worse. The stupid girl from the small room on the side opens the curtain again.- Penelope, can you lend a cotton swab?Only a lone tear trickled down my eyes. It was too much pain, shame, too. It made no sense. I was shaving for whom? Nobody would see tobinha so close that way. Only Penelope. And now the inconveniente neighbor.
- Finished. You can turn that,now I will pass the little machine.-What Machine?!
- To let her with the hair short, like a football field.- Does it hurt?- It hurts nothing.- Yeah, just do that shit ...- Lower your pants, please.There were two seconds of extreme shock, "lower your panties" .... who talks like that without preparing you first? But the shock has been replaced by a total redemption. She saw everything from the abigail to my ass. What would lower the panties be? And that part did not hurt at all, actually it was very pleasant.- All ready. can i put some talc?- You can go there, let the tail gray.- Your beautiful! Can date much now.Dating ... dating?! ... I wasthirst for revenge.I admit that the result is beautiful, smooth, silky. But hurt and bothered too. I wanted to kill my friends. I wanted to become a feminist, hairy die protesting against it. I wanted to do demonstrations, create a law anti dugwashing .But I'm still in the fight ...It is my homage to us women!
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(sorry for the translation, but i googled it and i can´t stop laughing, so this is the best i can for know...)
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(sorry for the translation, but i googled it and i can´t stop laughing, so this is the best i can for know...)
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