This story contains graphic BDsM scenes. It is intended for Mature Audiences, reader discretion is advised

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I hope your holiday was enjoyable for whatever you celebrated, if you celebrated and see you Next Year.

Disclaimer: All Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just enjoy making them do incredibly naughty and outrageous things to each other. Story adopted from Danie-SweeterThanSour. She started me on this road of debauchery.

APOV

It was really erotic the way Emmett and I had gotten Edward to cum by manipulating his prostate. I really wasn't expecting Emmett to assist me with milking Edward. He surprised me; he seemed fascinated with the results. I knew Edward is pleased with the results. I smirked to myself.

I wondered if Emmett would let me try it on him sometimes.

"Emmett," I queried.

"Yes," he said from across the room.

"Do you want your prostate massaged?" I teased.

"Umm Alice, as much as I would love to see what that feels like," He grinned and admitted sheepishly. "I don't think that's allowed. I mean, I am not restrained like Edward is, so I'm pretty much sure I would just be shooting my load. And there are two things I know; one is Rose, err, I mean Mistress Rosalie wouldn't go for that. Hell, I don't think Master Carlisle will go for that. And two, I refuse to have my ass beat again for taking pleasure without permission. So until my time comes, I guess I will remain the only ass virgin among us. Good try though."

"Ouch," I smirked, knowing that he was right. "Sorry, just asking."

"You forgot the third thing." Edward added.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's not on the list." Edward held up the sheet.

"Killjoy," I stuck out my tongue at him.

"Edward, now that you've recovered can you get her unlocked?" Emmett asked as if I wasn't standing in the same room as he.

"Sure, where's the key?" Edward inquired.

Emmett fumbled around over where he was, "The key, the key… You didn't bring it?"

"Ah, no," Edward deadpanned exasperated. "I was a little busy getting myself psyched out for, what, oh, I don't know… being first."

I placed a hand on my hip, "Seriously Emmett? You don't have the key?"

"Geez, you guys can't take a joke. Here catch." He took the key and tossed it through the air to Edward.

Edward snagged it with one hand. He turned to me and smiled widely. "Are you ready to take it off?" He asked moving his body as if he were a Chippendale dancer.

"You're worse than he is," I sighed. All of a sudden, I felt self conscious that he was going to see all of me; even though both he and Emmett had already seen me naked several times before.

"Come here Alice." He grabbed me around the waist and turned me around. "Breathe, Alice. It's going to be okay." He said in an effort to alleviate my fears.

I nodded my head as he stooped and undid the lock. He eased the chastity belt away from me. "Now, up you go." He picked me up with gentle hands and placed me on table that he had just so recently vacated.

The paper made rustling noises as I laid on it and waited anxiously. My legs were clenched close together; my heart racing. I took a peek down at my crotch as I lay on the table. It was a little hairier than my usual close shave or trim, but I guess that was the occupational hazard of wearing a chastity belt.

I shifted on the table. I kind of knew how bad the pain was going to be. I thought back on when I had my legs waxed when I was a junior in college. Having hot wax applied to my legs and ripped off wasn't the worst pain that I had ever felt, but it had left more than enough to make beads of sweat accumulate on my forehead as I waited. Further, I usually shaved down there. No such luck with the chastity belt.

To have Master Carlisle order me to be waxed just seemed like extra punishment. I sighed.

"Emmett," I called out.

"I'm almost done." He answered from across the room. He was putting everything on a small rolling cart getting ready to bring over to me.

"Oh, Okay… Hey Emmett," I started again and closed my eyes. "I've, um, never done this before," I blurted out like an idiot.

I heard movement and suddenly a hand touched my shoulder and my eyes flew open.

"This is your first Brazilian bikini wax?" He asked; a serious look on his face.

I nodded.

He pondered that for a moment. He patted my shoulder. "Don't worry. Günter will take good care of you," He said with a thick German accent. Then he disappeared out of view.

Emmett returned with the cart. He wheeled it into a narrow space between the massage table and the wall. He plugged the warming bowl. He then snapped on a pair of latex gloves on his hands. It was as if the Emmett of a moment ago had disappeared, and a starched clinician stood in his place. "So you ready for this?"

I shrugged. I tried not to look at the small table next to me and its various instruments of torture. I tried breathing deeply, as if I were relaxing for a massage rather than preparing to have molten liquid painted on my pussy and the hair ripped out, root by root. I considered backing out. I just didn't know what my punishment would be if I did, and the thought of letting my pubic hair grow any longer was not appealing either.

"Okay Alice," Emmett interrupted my inner turmoil. "Just relax. I need you to scoot back a little."

I did as he requested.

He stopped me when I got to the appropriate place. "Now I need you to bring your feet up onto the table so that your soles are touching each other. Then I need you to spread your legs, like you're blooming, like a flower," he instructed, giving me a demonstration with his hands.

I giggled at his reference, but did as I was told. Cool air passed over my vulva. I felt exposed, so very exposed. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes again. I brought my arms up and crossed them over my chest. Edward took hold of one of my hands and gave it a mild squeeze. I laced my fingers between his and I tried to take deep steadying breaths to calm my frazzled nerves.

"Now, the mark of a true artist, in the spa world that is, is one that can deliver a perfect Brazilian wax without the customer screaming and hollering or jumping with pain. And I have been told that I am a Picasso." He boasted.

Edward snorted. I opened my eyes and look up at him and saw his smiling face. He winked down at me.

"Are you done interrupting?" Emmett asked.

Edward made a face. "Sorry, please, by all means proceed."

"Let me tell you what is going to happen. The wax is warm, but not hot. I am going to spread it on your Mons first, with this," and he held up what I thought was a tongue depressor. "Then I am going to take a strip of cloth and place it on the wax remove it and all you will feel is a tiny sting. Don't worry if things feel a little... tingly. Just lie back and relax. Okay. It'll be over before you know it."

Emmett started his process by misting me with an antiseptic cleanser. He then dusted me with powder after the cleanser dried a bit. He then proceeded to rub some kind of gel over me, over the hair, over my lips of my vagina, down the creases between my legs and my crotch. "This gets the hairs to stand up."

I nodded my head and reclosed my eyes and concentrated on the quietness of the room, and found myself relaxing a bit. His fingers kept brushing over my small patch of hair and my thighs. I loosened up more and more from his touch. I felt a far off sensation of arousal mixing with the anxiety I was already consumed with.

I felt my nipples tighten and my body start to get hot. I could hardly believe that I was beginning to get aroused. My body started to flush from embarrassment. Not only was I exposed in front of him, but now Emmett was going to see me wet too.

He ran his fingers across my thighs. I felt a small trickle of moisture flow from me as this big muscular guy gently moved one of his hands to my vulva. Mercifully Emmett pretended not to see this as he used his fingers to spread open the flesh at the top of my lips, exposing my clit and stroked his way down. He never penetrated me he just kept repeating the process of caressing my folds from top to bottom.

I sighed as I felt my hips rising up to meet his delicate touches and felt my legs spread wider allowing him greater access to my body. I wanted more direct contact with his thumb and driving fingers. I had to do something to distract myself so I tried to make light of the situation. So I asked, "Emmett, do you do this to all your clients?"

"No, just the first timers," he answered indifferently, never breaking his rhythm.

I sucked in a breath and let out a tenuous moan, "Oh."

He then proceeded to stroke me more, and my aroused clit began to poke out from its hiding spot in hopes of getting some attention. Emmett must have noticed because he then swept up some of my wetness and softly rubbed it on my clit, and I nearly whimpered out loud from the pleasure.

"I think you're ready." He announced.

He kept one hand on my clit as he spread the hot wax downward along part of my crotch. He applied it delicately; it was warm and felt nice, but my anxiety had started to build up again. He applied the strip of cotton cloth on top of the hot wax. He smoothed the cloth out. At the same time his fingers slipped inside my pussy and I gasped as they wiggled in my wetness. Pressing his thumb down to pull the skin taut, with his free hand he snatched the cloth up quickly, against the grain of my hair growth. The wax and my hair went with it. His fingers searched within me until he pressed against my g-spot. I gritted my teeth so that I wouldn't cry out. He slapped the hair free spot hard with his hand. The burn was fierce and intense, but coupled with his writhing fingers Emmett made it bearable, almost erotic. I didn't know which sensation to concentrate on. The ache that he was creating on top of my pussy or the ache he was creating in my pussy.

"We're good?" Emmett asked, wanting to know if I was okay to continue.

I nodded my head. I made a mental decision to stop trying to decipher the situation and concentrated on the pleasure. He played with my clit in between his skillful applications of wax. He rolled it between his fingers sure it was very slippery before repeating process on the other side of my pussy.

These short bursts of attention were getting my whole body hot, and I couldn't believe that I was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm building. He ripped off a particularly stinging piece of cloth sharply. It felt like a smack on the ass midway through sex. I was trying to hold still so he could do his job with the wax but I found my hips trying harder and harder to lift off the table and delve deeper onto his teasing fingers.

I'd been avoiding his eyes, but now I looked up at his. He ripped off another wax soaked cloth and his busy fingers sent me close to the edge. The pain from the waxing prevented me from getting off on his hand. I clutched Edward's hand tightly. "Fuck," slipped from my mouth.

Emmett was a professional. He was all business and he worked silently while his magic fingers moved swiftly and deftly. He moved along my outer lips, inch by inch, in a continuous cycle of searing heat from the wax, followed by the cloth and more finger fucking, a brief sting that set my pussy afire, and topped off with a single spank.

I couldn't process it; the pleasure was intense, the pain was intense, the whole experience was extreme. I was panting.

"You're doing good," Edward soothed.

"Alice, I am going to need you to turn on your side. Edward can you hold her leg and grab her ass check." Emmett instructed us. He took his time playing before he waxed again, knowing my body was sensitive. He rubbed my ass with his thumb as he dove into my pussy with his fingers.

"We're almost done," he announced breathily. I could feel his hands working along the crack of my ass, carefully applying the wax where needed, and then quickly removing the strip before I could even think twice about pain.

Two more quick rips later, my ass was bare. I was breathing hard again, completely aroused, in dire need of release.

"Done," He proclaimed, removing his fingers abruptly and moving from between my legs.

"Huh, what, huh?" I sputtered. I couldn't believe that I wasn't prepared for it this end. "But, Emmett…" I whined.

"What?" He chuckled. "I'm done and you were doing all of that worrying. Picasso, remember?" He smirked as he held up his hands wiggling his fingers. "I know you didn't expect me to make you cum did you?"

"Hrumph," I pouted.

"Did you learn nothing last week?" He asked.

"I know that's right." Edward agreed as he lowered my leg.

"Ass virgin," I muttered under by breath, knowing that he was right. I was secretly amazed and pleased at how committed Emmett and Edward were to doing the right thing and keeping me on the up and up.

Emmett returned and wiped away my juices that had accumulated on and around my body with a soft cloth, and then dusted my newly waxed skin with the oatmeal powder that Master Carlisle had included in the box. When he was done I looked down. It was weird seeing myself so clean. Emmett hadn't missed a single hair, like I might have done, when I shaved. I admired his handiwork. My clit and inner lips were poked out and my mound was pink from the waxing. I laid there recovering for a few moments, left with the knowledge that I would definitely enjoy it when I got waxed by him again.

I have to admit, he's undeniabley skilled. I had a stupid grin plastered on my face thinking about his magic fingers.

"Don't get to comfortable." Edward interrupted my thoughts. "We still have to put this back on." He held up the dreaded chastity belt.

"Did I mention that you were a killjoy?" I stuck my tongue out at him again.

"Misery enjoys company." Edward answered good-naturedly as his eyes drifted down to his own locked cage.

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See Waxing wasn't as bad as you thought it would be now was it? R/R