I thought waxing was going to be an entirely painstaking process, but it actually felt kind of nice when she first started it.
She applied some cream all over my body and it felt nice, the feel of her soft hands on my bare skin made me tense up.
After some time, she applied the wax on my body, and then placed the cloth strips on them.
All seemed to be going well, till the time to remove them came around.
"Alright, now for the hard part," she said and went and stood behind me.
"What do you mean hard….urgghhhh," I groaned in pain as she ripped one of the strips off my body.
"A little warning would be nice you know, at least I could prepare myself mentally," I said as I turned to face her.
"Hehe, sorry," she said and chuckled.
I prepared myself for the next few minutes, with my mental health already fortified, I would only groan slightly after each rip.
