Sasha's Portrait by B. J. Wane Page B

mind blowing sex tended to do that to her. She made it in time, barely, thank goodness.
    After breakfast, Derrick hailed a cab, explaining it would be suicide to try to drive themselves in downtown New York. As he had explained last night, Sasha would be spending the next three hours being totally pampered at a well known spa.
    When the cab pulled in front of the spa, Derrick instructed him to wait as he escorted her in. “You’ll get a complete wax job as well as a belly button ring. The ring I chose will match my earring.”
    “This doesn’t sound like fun,” she grumbled as he held the door for her. “It sounds like pure torture.”
    Derrick just smiled at her. “You can handle it. I promise the rewards will be worth the pain. Just think of how much pleasure you get from getting your ass whipped.”
    “Not the same and keep your voice down,” she hissed as they were greeted by a tall blonde at the front desk.
    “Mr. Matthews! This must be Sasha.”
    “Debbie, take good care of her. I’ll be back in a few hours. Make sure my instructions are followed to the tee.”
    “Yes, sir. We’ll have her ready for you.”
    Sasha was led away feeling like a cow being led to the slaughter. Three hours later, she had a change of heart. The pain and humiliation of having every scrap of hair removed from her pussy all the way up her crack was made bearable by the full treatment that followed. She had been massaged from head to toe, front and back, warmed in a hot tub, dipped in a mud bath, steamed in a sauna, her whole body lotioned, creamed or oiled, her nails manicured, her hair washed and styled, and her belly button adorned with a beautiful sterling silver loop with a matching chain around her waist. Except for the still slight soreness from her waxing, she felt wonderful.
    “How did it go?” Derrick asked after helping her into the cab.
    “Other than the waxing and piercing, it was wonderful.”
    “The stinging won’t last much longer,” he replied confidently.
    “What do you know about it? You have all of your hair. And, these jeans are killing me.” Her euphoria from being pampered was slowly being over shadowed by the constant stinging of her most private parts.
    “My, someone’s testy. You must be hungry. We’ll stop for lunch and then shopping. That should make you feel better.”
    Sasha looked up at him, a calculating gleam in her eyes. “I’m going to find lots of things to buy.”
    “No doubt,” he returned dryly. “Which is fine, but I get final approval on all purchases. No pants. Dresses and skirts. Thongs, no panties. And, no bras.”
    Sasha rolled her eyes. “Why don’t I just go naked?”
    “You will, when I tell you to. Now, behave.”
    They ate salads at a small Italian Bistro and then walked hand in hand to the exclusive shop Derrick had chosen for her wardrobe. She liked the way he held her hand or elbow as he escorted her around in public. For her, it was a very personal gesture that said he liked keeping in close contact with her, and maybe, just maybe, she was more than just a temporary sex partner. Foolish thinking, she knew, but then she had always been one to live in a fantasy world.
    Apparently, Derrick often made trips to New York and knew everybody. The owner of the clothier greeted him by name and, having been apprised of their arrival beforehand, made arrangements for private consulting.
    “I’ve stacked a pile of dresses, skirts and tops near the dressing room, all in size six as you requested, Mr. Matthews. I’m sure the styles will be to your liking.”
    Sasha didn’t protest at his high handedness and presumption. On the contrary, she found she liked being catered to, liked having him make these decisions for her, which made her wonder if she was as opposed to submitting to him as she constantly claimed. Besides, the sheer magnitude of clothing articles in the two story store was enough to boggle the mind. She would have spent hours combing the racks if they hadn’t