The next morning, shortly after Jim left for the office, I got a call from Hanna. She told me that she was sending someone over to help me get ready for the party. She asked me what I was wearing and I told her that I had on a robe and a pair of cotton panties. She told me to strip and stay nude unless I got permission to dress. I slipped the robe off and pushed my panties down over my hips. Hanna told me that the girl would be there by 8:30 and I was to obey her as if it was Hanna herself. "Yes, ma'am, I understand." I shivered as I listened to her instructions. It was so exciting. She told me that if I worked in the garden I was allowed to wear socks, workboots, and a hat. And a heavy coating of sunscreen - SPF 15 at least.

Precisely at 8:30 the doorbell rang. I glanced out the window and saw a young woman with brown hair standing on the porch. She was about medium height, a little on the stocky side, wearing a T-shirt, nylon shorts, and jogging shoes. She was carrying a canvas sports bag. I opened the door and let her in. She didn't seem a bit surprised to see that I was nude. She smiled as she looked me over and said, "Hi, my name is Jenni, Hanna sent me over to give you a waxing. Where can we do it?"

I hesitated and she asked to see the kitchen. I took her down the hall to the kitchen and she looked around. "The table is big enough. We'll do it here. I can heat the wax in your microwave. Why don't you stretch out on the table and we'll get started." She set her bag down on the floor and crouched beside it. I sat down on the edge of the table and then eased myself over into the center. Then I stretched out on my back and stared at the ceiling. When Jenni stood up she had a glass pot filled with wax in her hand. She put it in the microwave and set it for 5 minutes on high. Then she dipped into her bag again and came up with a handful of leather straps. She had me plant my feet flat on the table and then she ran a strap around each leg below the knee, securing them in position so that I couldn't straighten them. The she ran a length of rope from one ankle under the table and tied it to my other ankle. Another rope went around the table at my waist. Then my wrists were tied to each leg of the table. I was helpless. And very excited.

Jenni stroked my belly and told me that she wouldn't hurt me if she could help it. I hesitated and then whispered, "It's okay if you hurt me a little." She smiled. Then she fondled my tits until my nipples were hard as little pebbles. "Please," I whispered, "would you mind taking your clothes off? I'd love to see your body." Jenni smiled and disrobed. She had a hard, athletic body, a little stocky, but very sexy. Her pubic mound was smooth and bare. Her breasts were round and firm, tipped with big dark nipples. Her stomach was flat and firm. Hips a little broad, but not too broad. Tight smooth buttocks. Strong thighs. She checked the wax and put it on for another five minutes. Meanwhile, she laid out strips of cheesecloth. Each strip 2" wide and about 6" long.

While the wax heated, she took a pair of scissors and trimmed my pubic hair. Then she spread my cunt lips and slipped two fingers into me. I raised my hips to meet her and she grinned. "Do you want and orgasm?" I nodded. "Yes, oh yes! Please! Masturbate me." She did, very skillfully. I sobbed with pleasure as I felt my orgasm build. Jenni chuckled. "God, you're a hot bitch. You'll make a fantastic slave!" Then she picked up a pair of hot pads and retrieved the pot of hot wax from the microwave. Working quickly, she placed a strip of cheesecloth across my pubic mound and spooned warm wax onto it. She laid down three strips in quick succession and then put the pot back in the microwave. As soon as the wax was dry she grabbed the end of the first strip and ripped it off. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as my pubic hair was ripped out. The second and third strips followed, leaving me whimpering in pain, tears streaming down my face. She repeated the process until I was smooth and bare, not a trace of hair anywhere down there. Then she rubbed a fragrant body lotion over my mound to soothe the skin.

After she released me, she had me get onto my hands and knees on the table. She stroked my breasts and belly with one hand and my back and buttocks with the other. After a while I was really turned on. I loved the position, my tits hanging, my sex totally exposed. I turned my head and glanced up at her. "Please...." I whispered. She smiled. "Hot are we? Beg for it. Tell me what you are and beg."

I stared at her and begged. "Please, please masturbate me. Oh god! Please! I'm a slut. A nude slave slut. Please, let me cum! Please, I'll do anything you ask." I wiggled my ass and pressed back against her hand which was lightly cupping my sex. "Anything? Really?" I nodded, "Yes, anything." She smiled and began to rub my clit lightly with the tip of one finger. I moaned and pushed myself against her hand. She brought me to orgasm quickly and skillfully and I yelped and whimpered as I came, turning my head to lick her left hand which was resting on my shoulder. She smiled and told me that I was a good little slut. I continued to lick her hand and she seemed to enjoy it. Then she brought her right, soaked with my juices, around I licked it clean, enjoying the taste of my own cunt.

After a few minutes she said, "Enough, now it's my turn." I knelt up straight and asked her what she wanted. She got a faraway look in her eye and whispered, "Paaaiiinnn, I want pain." Then she snapped back, eyes focused, and asked me if I was going to work in my garden. I nodded, "Yes, I thought I'd spend a couple of hours weeding and thinning some things out. Why?" She told me to get ready and she'd meet me in back. She dressed quickly and disappeared out the back door. I put sunscreen on everyplace I could reach. Then socks and my workboots and a baseball cap. When I went out into the back yard she was waiting for me. She'd brought in a t-shaped arrangement made of 1" galvanized pipe. The upright section was 10' long and consisted of two pieces, one sharpened on the end. The other threaded into a fitting on the top. The crossbar, really two pieces, fit into a t-fitting on the top of the upper section. Each crosspiece was 3.5' long. She drove the first section of the upright into the ground with a 3lb hammer, putting a small length of 2x4 on top of the pipe to hammer on. Then she threaded the crosspieces into the upper section and tightened them with a small pipe wrench. Finally, she threaded the top part into the lower section. Then she took two plastic tent stakes and drove them into the ground about 6' out from the upright on either side.

She had two folding stepstools. She explained that she would stand on one and I on the other. Then I would strap her wrists to the crossbar. When that was done, I would put leather restraints on each of her ankles and tie a long piece of rope to each. Then I would pull the stool out and let her hang by her wrists. Then I would take the ropes tied to the ankle restraints and tie them to the tent stakes, making sure that she was spread as wide as possible. "And then you put these in me and these on me." She held up two enormous dildos and a selection of weighted clamps. "For my nipples and labia and one for my clit." The last item was a penis gag that would muffle her screams. "Let me hang for at least an hour. The wrist restraints won't cut off my circulation, so it will be safe."

I was quite excited as I strapped her wrists into the leather restraints. Then I put the restraints on her ankles and tied the ropes to them. I hung the clamps on her nipples, enjoying her grunt of pain as I tugged each one to be sure it was tight. Then another grunt of pain as I pulled the stool away. I quickly grabbed one rope and pulled it as tight as I could before tying it off. The second one was done just as quickly. I looked at her and enjoyed the way she was spread and helpless. She was staring at the fence with a vacant expression on her face. I put the dildoes into her, enjoying the way she squirmed and grunted as I drove them in tight with the heel of my hand. Then the weights on her labia and clit. She was moaning in pain now, but I felt it needed something else. I went inside and got a box of straight pins out of my sewing kit. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, grunting and screaming into the gag. I ignored her and drove a pin through the aureole of each nipple, on the top side. She screamed and tears streamed down her face. I put pins through both labia. And then one through her clit. She was sobbing and screaming, and a trickle of urine was running down her thighs as I walked away to do my gardening.

I let her hang for the full hour she'd requested. When I went back to release her she was moaning and twitching. I took the gag out first, standing on the stepstool to be close to her. I asked her if she'd had enough. She nodded. "Please let me down. Oh shit! Please." I got down and positioned the stool for her. Then I untied the ropes from the tent stakes and positioned her feet on the stool. I removed the ankle restraints and then climbed up on the other stool and released her wrists. I helped her down and she sank to her knees in the grass, moaning with pain. I removed the dildoes, then the clamps, and finally the pins. She looked up and whispered, "Thank you for that delicious pain." She stayed there for a few minutes until she recovered. Then she got dressed, packed up, and left. It was time for me to shower and prepare for my stint as a nude bartender.