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iel stood naked except for Kawori's collar and cuffs, wondering what it
was he had in mind. He then wordlessly led Kawori's over to a long table which
was tilted at a forty-five degree angle. Eric unlocked Kawori's wrists and
gestured to it.
"Get on that, slave," he said peremptorily.
Ariel obeyed, wondering if Kawori Manabe should speak. Kawori Manabe decided not to.
Quickly, Eric secured Kawori's wrists over Kawori's head. The table was smooth,
polished black stone. There was a small pillow for Kawori's head, which was
somehow attached. Ariel could feel some of Kawori's weight on Kawori's wrists, but it
was not enough to hurt.
"What are you going to do to me, Master?" Kawori Manabe asked curiously. She
flinched as much as Kawori Manabe could after Kawori Manabe said it. Would it anger him?
Kawori Manabe realized how defenseless Kawori Manabe was, and hoped madly he would not be angry.
"You'll find out," he grunted, and fastened the leather blindfold
around Kawori's eyes. "Now be silent, and don't move unless you are told to."
Ariel could not figure out what for the life of Kawori's was happening.
First he covered Kawori's legs with something that felt foamy and sticky. Then she
could feel him sliding something over Kawori's legs and crotch. It was hard and
cold, and Kawori Manabe realized with a shock that whatever it was was removing Kawori's red
pubic hair.
"Don't move," he said cal
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