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Forgiveness

... my ass and I just kept getting hard and coming and coming and coming. Finally I was too sore or tired or whatever to even get it back up, and I fell asleep on top of the bed still wearing the dress. I had to work Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday night, so rather than taking the medicine Thursday night, I took it Thursday morning. It cleaned me out good. I wasn’t sure I would be able to go into work, but by five o’clock I stopped having to go to the bathroom, and by six I was able to work. I was running late, though, and forgot that I still had the makeup on. Jamie, one of the cooks who had always treated me well, greeted me with, “You switching sides?” I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then suddenly realized that I was still wearing the lipstick and eye makeup. “Oh,” I said, “Little Tracy in 2B wanted to practice being a beautician and I let her work on me. I just forgot to wipe it off.” “Pretty good job for a twelve-year-old,” he replied. That made me feel good. It meant that I was getting the hang of it. Then he added with a smile, “But if you every want to step over to the other side, I’ve been dying to find out what that cute little ass of yours looks like.” I hadn’t realized he was gay, and I hadn’t realized that people were looking at my ass while I worked. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but since I was going to be showing more than my cute little ass at Violet’s on Saturday night, I didn’t say anything. The next night, I used the hair remover again. I ...

... didn’t see any hair anywhere, but Mistress Violence said to do it twice, so I did. My skin got all soft again, and my ball sack was smoother than it was, so maybe there was a little bit of hair still on there. When things got slack around ten, Jamie came over to me and said, “I know you said you aren’t interested, but yesterday you had on makeup, and today you smell of hair remover. Who are you getting yourself all dolled up for, honey?” I turned bright red and stammered out, “Mistress Violence.” I don’t know why I said it, but I didn’t know what else to say. “Ahh!” he replied. “Playing slave for a femdom. You be careful, honey, or this Violet person will eat you alive.” He made a pouting face and said, “And I won’t ever get to play with that cute little ass of yours.” Then he smiled at me and said, “If you ever need to get away from your Mistress, just tell me. I knew Violet before she became Little Violence. We came up out of the gutter together– well as far as we could get, anyway. I’m going to have my own restaurant some day, but I will always have a room and bed for you. Of course, the bed will be mine, but I think you would like that.” He laughed and went back to preparing food for a new order. As I stood there washing pots and pans and feeding dishes into the dishwasher, I kept hearing his words go through my head, “this Violet person will eat you alive.” Maybe she would, but if that was the price for forgiveness then so be it. Saturday morning I gave myself the five ...