With very little fanfare I’m rolled down the hallway naked and spread eagle on the gurney. My bush, and probably a lot more, visible to any staff we happen to pass.

I try not to think about my boobies bouncing around as we cross over some bumps in the flooring. Soon enough we reach the shaving room.

A harsh woman, tall and thin, wearing sterile clothing is waiting for us. There is a large surgical light coming down from the ceiling and a cart with a steaming bowl and several shiny instruments.

“Got another for you Annette” the nurse says as she rolls me underneath the lights and kicks on the brakes.

“I got it from here” Annette says as she picks up an electric razor. My eyes widen as she clicks it on emitting a loud buzzing sound and wordlessleasly brings it down to my sex. She works silently as she buzzes off my puffy dark curls leaving me with a pudendal crew cut.

This could be the end. There really is no medical need for my pubes to be fully removed. But the guidelines for my discipline package state I must be shaved completely clean. Therefore Annette places a hot steamy cloth over my vulva, making sure to tuck it between my tushy cheeks as well. A sober reminder that my anal hairs are going to be removed as well.

I lay in silence as the steamy cloth softens the stubble. Finally she removes it and begins painting my vulva with a thick shaving foam. She even does a little swirl around my anus!

“Stay completely still,” she looks at me sternly as she holds up a shiny straight razor. I gasp but hold my position desperately.

The cold blade smoothly glides down my mons and down my bikini area. She does eventually switch to a safety razor to shave the inside of my labia and up close to my little clit. Finally she retrieves a much smaller safety razor and works around my anus. Gently but quickly removing the little hairs around there.

Once she’s done, she wipes the excess cream off and looks closely at the entire area, taking a tiny pair of tweezers and removing any little hairs she missed, eliciting some squeals from me as she painfully pulls the hairs from my sensitive parts.

Finally she seems satisfied with her work and goes to press a button on the wall. A moment later I hear some wheels rolling down the hallway. I assume it’s another gurney for whatever the next stage of my lovely day entails. However when the door opens I’m greeted by two men pushing what looks like a large metal frame with a strap at each corner, I assume for my wrists and ankles, and a pole protruding up the middle with a smaller pice crossing the top making a small T-shape. Where the hell is that supposed to go??