“Sure. Go ahead and get naked.”
Ananda listened carefully to Willow’s instructions. Baby oil on the body to lessen wax sticking to hairs. Got it. Use paraffin as sort of a cover. Got it. No gel candles. Got it.
Sunny came back to the table and climbed on top. Her sandy blonde hair cascaded from the back of her mask. Now, up close, Ananda got a good look at Sunny’s body. Standing up or lying back, the woman had great breasts in that teardrop shape that most women would kill to have. Her flat stomach and tapered in waist were also enviable. And Ananda wanted to keep Eagan from her table while Sunny was naked. Her pussy was cleanly shaven like he liked it.
“Can we start yet?” Sunny asked when Ananda returned her attention to the woman’s face.
“No, not yet. Not until a rep comes to stand with us.” Just not Eagan. Please, not Eagan.
Apple approached their area. “Are you ladies ready to start?”
“Yes!” Sunny was fit to be tied.
“Okay, cover her with baby oil first.”
Ananda nodded. She picked up the large bottle and poured some in her hand. She rubbed it over Sunny’s stomach and stopped.
“What are you doing?” Sunny lifted her head from the table. “Aren’t we doing total body?”
“You can. Since you have a willing subject, go ahead and cover her from shoulders on down.”
Ananda plastered a smile on her face, then squirted oil on Sunny’s chest and stomach. She rubbed the oil into Sunny’s soft skin while Apple observed. When Eagan called for his slave, Apple excused herself.
“You know why I picked you?” Sunny asked as soon as Apple walked away.
“Surprise me.” Ananda rubbed the oil over Sunny’s arms, then did her breasts.
“I like you.”
“I like you, too, Sunny.” Ananda liked for the woman to be five thousand miles away from Virginia and away from this contest.
Sunny looked promising as the winner of this thing. Ananda had to keep that from happening.
“I liked the way you licked my nipples during dinner that one time, and the way you’re touching me now.”
Ananda stopped moving her hands. Whoa! Didn’t see this coming, at all.
Sunny sat up. “We could be good together.” She took Ananda’s hand and slipped it between her legs, letting her touch her protruding clit.
Ananda jerked her hand back as soon as Apple returned to the table.
“All done?” Apple asked.
“Um, no. Just have to do her legs.” Ananda poured some oil into her hand.
“I’ll help.” Apple slathered oil on one leg, as Ananda did the other.
Was Sunny serious? Was she really hitting on Ananda or just playing mind games? Sunny was so hard to read at times. One thing that was loud and clear, the woman didn’t play fair. If Ananda was going to win this, she had to call Sunny’s bluff. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to go too far with it.
“Okay, now take your paraffin wax and scoop some out in a ladle,” Eagan said to the group. “Once you have a good amount, use a paint brush and brush it on her body. Be sure the wax is not too hot, or that you’re holding it too long and it’s hardening already.”
Ananda grabbed a small brush and painted a line of warm wax down Sunny’s body. Sunny writhed in pleasure.
“Feels so good. So warm.” Sunny closed her eyes.
“To make it even more special, add some scented oil to the paraffin. She might like lavender or rosemary.” Apple held up a couple of small vials of oil.
“Mmm, lavender. I love that scent.”
Hint taken. Ananda dropped a couple of drops into the wax and stirred. It was almost immediate that the room smelled of that relaxing aroma.
Ananda continued painting wax onto Sunny’s body. She circled her breasts with the brush until she could finally paint her hardened nipples. Then she went down her legs.
“It smells so good and it feels so warm. You’re going to love this.” Sunny touched Ananda’s hand.
To show that she wasn’t freaked out by the show of affection, Ananda smiled at the touch.
“Now that you have your submissive covered, do some fun stuff. Take a small pin and poke a hole in the wax. Then pour wax in the hole. It causes a really interesting sensation.” Eagan did a small tour of the tables, rotating him, Apple, and Willow around, so that he could observe all of them.
Ananda found a nail and poked that into the wax, being careful not to touch the skin, which she had to use Sunny for a gauge. By the time Eagan came to her table, she was pouring the wax into the hole. Sunny gripped the platform and nearly arched her back off the table.
“Nice wax shell you have on her. Great job.” Eagan nodded and moved on to the next table.
“Yeah, great job.” Sunny winked.
“Okay, you each have trashcans by your station. Peel the wax from your submissive and put it in the receptacles. We don’t want you reusing wax. It’s not sanitary.” Eagan wagged his finger at them.
Ananda started from Sunny’s shoulders and peeled the wax down. Some small pieces remained, but overall she gotten it all off of her with little effort.
“Robes have been left for you if you would like to use them. Now, we want you to switch.” Eagan stared at Ananda as though waiting for her to get nude.
She took off her clothes, but noticed that Sunny didn’t put on a robe. “You’re not wearing a robe?”
Sunny shook her head. “Why mess up more clothes? Besides, you all have seen me naked. I have nothing to hide.”
Ananda got onto the table. Whereas Ananda’s oil treatment to Sunny was quick, Sunny languished over areas on Ananda’s body like at her breasts and her stomach. Sunny oiled her legs all the way up to Ananda’s pussy then stopped.
“I can help you get rid of this if you’d like.” Sunny brushed her fingers over Ananda’s pubic hair.
“No, I got it. Thanks.” Ananda didn’t flinch, although every ounce of being in her body begged her to slap Sunny’s hand away.
As usual, Poppy argued about doing the wax treatment. She wanted to continue waxing Venus, who was more than willing to be pampered. She already had a thick paraffin shell that covered her breasts to her pubic area. Ananda had to chalk it up as a first for Poppy. Although she put up a fuss, at least she wanted to do something for someone else. Maybe the woman was changing.
Sunny painted the wax onto Ananda’s body. As crazy as she thought Sunny sounded, the wax did feel amazing on her skin. She felt hot, then warm, then protected; a weird feeling. It didn’t help that Sunny concentrated on certain areas of Ananda’s anatomy.
Eagan decided at the moment Sunny was painting on a fourth coat of wax on Ananda’s breast to visit the table.
“You’re doing a great job, Sunny.” He nodded. “How are you feeling, Begonia?”
“Mmm, relaxed. Warm. Happy.” The treatment felt like a drug.
“Have you done the hole trick?” he asked Sunny.
“That’s next.”
Sunny poked a small hole between Ananda’s breasts and at her stomach. When the wax came through Ananda understood why Sunny reacted the way she did. It was such a strange sensation to be warm, then get this hot wax introduced suddenly. Just as Ananda was enjoying her wax high, a shrill scream pierced the air.
Ananada looked over at the other side of the room where she heard it. Meadow rubbed her thigh and cried.
“It burns! It burns!” she kept repeating.
Eagan rushed to Meadow and Freesia. With her waxy shell, Ananda climbed down from the table and to Meadow’s side.
“What happened?” Eagan asked as he looked at Meadow’s leg.
“I don’t know. I grabbed a candle, like you said to make designs and she screamed.” Freesia pointed to her table.
“Which one?” Eagan scanned the table’s contents.
Freesia held up a short, round, glass container with a dark burgundy wax floating in it.
“Get Sergio in here now!” he snapped to Willow. Eagan brought
his attention back to Freesia. “Why did you use this one? It’s a gel candle. It heats up slower than wax candles and, therefore, has a higher burn rate, which means—”
“It’s way hotter than other candles,” Freesia said. “I’m so sorry, Meadow.”
“I’m afraid sorry doesn’t cut it. You hurt her. She needs medical attention. I’m sorry, Freesia. I’m going to have to release you. Give me your collar and leave.”
Ananda’s mouth dropped open when he released Freesia. Out of all of the contestants, she was the one who had a good reason for wanting a new Master. To see Freesia removing her collar ripped at Ananda’s gut.
Ananda jumped off the platform, trotted to Freesia and enveloped the woman in her arms. As Freesia cried, Ananda felt her pain transferring to her. Freesia’s tears soaked Ananda’s bare shoulder and back. It didn’t matter that Ananda stood in front of the world naked with a waxy shell covering her front.
Freesia pulled back from her and took off her mask. Not a raving beauty, like the rest of the women ejected from the house before her, Freesia had a comfortable look. Her brown eyes held such pain and sorrow, more than a woman of any age should carry. Her short hair stood up in spikes unintentionally. Her full lips had a bow shape that with the right lipstick would have made them incredible, instead of merely interesting. She reminded Ananda of an attractive aunt.
Freesia gazed at Eagan just as Sergio rushed into the room to tend to Meadow. “My name is Olivia.” She placed her mask and collar in his hands. “I truly wish things had worked out differently. Despite what Irene said, and a scare or two from you, you’re a good man.”
Eagan blinked, then looked away from her. “Good luck on your search to find a Master for you.”
Olivia bowed her head and walked out of the room.
“Venus, you win immunity and the day of pampering.”
Of course, Venus squealed like a teakettle. Ananda wanted to put a cork in her to shut her up.
“You ladies can continue waxing if you like.” With the mask and necklace clutched in his hand, Eagan stormed out of the room, leaving in his wake a heavy feeling in the air.
“And then there were five,” Poppy said.
Chapter Nineteen
Eagan stared at the list of names in his Palm Pilot. Master Snap was a good Dom, but fairly young and not very experienced. Master B. was into verbal humiliation. The hurt expression on Olivia’s face from a few nights ago had Eagan crossing off that name.
What the hell was he doing? He wasn’t a Dom-submissive matchmaker. Why the hell did he care if Olivia found a new Master?
Because she’d touched his heart. And when Begonia hugged her before she left, Begonia snagged another piece of Eagan’s heart.
He had to stop doing this. He had to stop trying to be everyone’s personal savior. When he’d fired Tony and Nina, that was the message he wanted put out there. Gone was the old Eagan who tried to run other people’s lives to the best of his ability. He had to bring his focus back to number one, him.
And why did that feel so wrong to him now? He didn’t feel like that same man from a couple of months ago.
A gentle knock sounded on his office door.
“Enter.” Eagan shut down his palm and leaned back in his chair.
Phil entered with a big grin and a spring in his step. This could not be good.
“How are you doing, buddy?” Phil sat on the corner of Eagan’s desk.
“Chair or floor. Don’t sit on my desk.” Unless I’m fucking you, Eagan wanted to say.
Phil stood. “It’s going to be a great day for taping the show. I can feel it.” He hopped around like an antsy child. “The network is relieved.”
“Why?” Far be it for Eagan to make any establishment happy.
“You got rid of another black contestant and you gave immunity to a white one, which means she’s going to be in the final four.”
Eagan shook his head. “Not that shit again. Look, from now on, no race talk around me and especially about this show. The last elimination was hard. I didn’t want to get rid of Freesia.” He turned to the window to look out at the water. “If I had my choice, I would have dumped Meadow. But Freesia did harm someone, so I had no choice.”
“Whatever the reason, it’s done. Have you talked to Nina?”
Eagan glared at Phil. That was another subject he did not want to talk about.
“Have you called her?” Phil pressed.
“If you need another associate producer, we can find one willing to be a part of the show now.”
“Yeah, right. Like you can actually get along with someone long enough. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re a pain in the ass to work with and for.”
Eagan jumped from his chair. “I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to do business.”
“Yeah, but the one good thing about you, Eagan, you treat friends like family. Well, you used to.”
No, he still did. He’d cut off communication with his mother and brother just like he’d done with Tony and Nina.
“But enough about me. I’m going to do a reward challenge for this next show and that’s it. No more immunities, once we get to the final four.”
“And what’s this show about?”
Eagan opened the door, then turned to his friend. “Do we have enough KY Jelly on set?”
Phil started raking his fingers though his hair.
“Don’t worry, Phil. I won’t hurt any of them. But they might be walking funny afterward.”
Phil mumbled as he walked down the stairs behind Eagan.
“You’re going to get an ulcer before you turn forty-five. Relax.” Eagan hit the ground floor and padded over to the camera crews.
“And here I thought I was the only one with surprises.” Phil shook his head.
“What are you talking about?” Eagan stopped about ten feet away from the remaining five contestants.
“Never mind. Let’s just get started before we lose valuable sunlight.”
Eagan and the ladies did their normal greeting. He noticed this time that with the smaller group, the conviction in their voices when they greeted him came out stronger. That brought the hairs up on the back of his neck and over his arms.
“Today, I’m going to be doing a combination reward challenge and immunity challenge in one because today, it’s going to be a little involved and a little intense.” From a cabinet, Eagan pulled out a glass butt plug and set it on a table in the center of the room.
“Is that an ice sculpture?” Poppy asked.
“It’s a butt plug.” Eagan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Although I won’t be using that particular device, I will be training you all how to accept an anal plug.”
Sunny grinned hard.
“Is there anything that this man does that does turn you off?” Poppy shook her head.
“Come on. You’ve never had anal sex before?” Sunny rubbed her backside in anticipation of the day’s events.
“No comment.” Poppy sucked her teeth.
“You’ll each be inserted with an anal plug. Whoever holds it in the longest, the max being two hours, will win.” Eagan asked Apple to bring him a tray of fresh, new plugs. “Since Sunny seems the most thrilled about it, I’ll start with her.”
Sunny started to strip off her clothes right there and then before Eagan put his hand up to stop her.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not here. I’ll take you to the dungeon one at a time.” He glanced at Meadow, who blew her breath out in relief.
She had to learn to get over the way she looked and what she assumed Eagan thought of her. He liked Meadow’s personality. When she was assertive and herself, she shined. Over the last couple of weeks, he noticed her shrinking back a bit.
Eagan took Sunny’s hand and, with Apple trailing behind him, went up to his dungeon. “You may take off your clothes. Or since you’re in a dress, you may simply lift it.”
Being the exhibitionist that she was, Sunny took off her dress and stood by a platfor
m. Eagan studied her body. With her toned legs and arms, she carried an athletic look like a volleyball player or a skier.
“I want you comfortable,” he began. “Would you prefer lying down or bent over the platform.”
“Bent over is fine.” She rested her torso on the raised platform and hoisted her firm ass in the air.
Eagan slipped on a pair of surgical gloves then had Apple apply lubricant to his finger. “So, besides a little anal play here and there, what does Sunny like to do for fun?” He tapped her leg to signal to her to move her feet apart.
“I rock climb.” Her breathing started to increase as she waited for him.
“Easy. Don’t get too overly excited. Reach your hands back and hold your cheeks open for me.” Maybe having her do something would calm her down.
Sunny spread her cheeks and waited. Her tiny pink hole throbbed as though ready and waiting for his entry. In her position, Eagan noticed how her pussy glistened from her juices. Her body’s response didn’t betray her words. Sunny enjoyed anal sex and ass play. She was winning points with Eagan each week.
“I thought you looked a little athletic.” He spread lubricant over her hole, causing her to squirm and mewl in pleasure. “How long have you been doing that?”
“Eight years.” She tapped her foot in anticipation.
Cameras zoomed in on her face and hovered over Eagan’s shoulder.
“Guys, you can’t show this, even on premium cable. Just do a profile shot.” Eagan directed the cameraman to stand off to the side.
Phil stood next to Eagan, stunned that this whole scene was occurring before him.
“Close your mouth, Phil. You’re catching flies.”
Eagan teased her hole with his finger. With ease, he slipped the tip of it inside of her. She sucked in her breath and held it there.
“Easy. Breathe. Come on. Breathe.” With his free hand, he rubbed the small of her back.
“Please, Master Eagan. Put it in.”
He worked her hole with his finger first, sliding it in and out, until he felt it was time to introduce the smallest of his plugs into her hole. When he pulled his index finger out of her, he slid the plug inside of her, then snapped off his gloves.
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