“If it pleases you, Bella,” she replied tentatively and I grinned widely, ensuring that she saw that it did.
“It definitely does,” I whispered. “It feels more natural to me.”
She finished washing my body as thoroughly as she could and when she was finished, she had me sit back down in the bath so that she could finish conditioning my hair. Gently, she ran a comb through my long locks and teased out all the tangles and knots while the oils made it easy for her. I enjoyed myself quietly for a while longer before I spoke again.
“You are happy here?” I asked.
“I am,” she answered. “It’s honest work and as long as I complete my list of tasks in a timely manner, I am well compensated for it.”
“I’m glad,” I murmured, leaning into the massaging touch of her skilled fingers. After that, she rinsed my hair and helped me out of the bath. She wrapped me in a massive fluffy white towel, and I watched as she laid out several more and prepared her shaving supplies on the bed. When she was ready, she beckoned me over and had me lie on top on the towels.
She had me lift my arms and her ability with a blade was quickly apparent. She worked her way through my underarms and then moved onto my legs. In no time at all, I was far smoother than I had been before. After that, she took the edges of the towel around me and folded it up so that my pussy was bare.
I looked away and blushed hard as she massaged shaving cream into the trimmed hair at the apex of my thighs. She worked mercifully quickly and before I knew it, she had shaved my mound completely bare. Then she bent my legs and pushed them aside, working in between my folds and ensuring that my pussy was left entirely hairless. When she was finished, she turned around and I slid my fingers along my newly bared skin, noticing just how much more sensitive I felt without the hair I’d had before.
When I noticed her turning back around, I snatched my hand away and pressed it to my belly.
“Is that everything he wanted shaved?” I asked and she nodded.
“Yes. He’ll be pleased to know that I had your full cooperation as well,” she answered politely. I sat up and squeezed my thighs together, more aware of my nakedness than I had been before.
“You said something about a dress?” I questioned, searching the room.
“I did. One moment and I’ll go fetch it. Wait here for me and we can get you dressed. Then I’ll do your hair and some light makeup as well for you. This will be the first time the king presents you at court, so it’s important that you look your very best. Not that I need to do much work, since you’re so very beautiful with nothing at all,” she mused, and I flushed with embarrassment. I wasn’t particularly used to compliments like that, so I didn’t know quite how to react.
She didn’t say anything else before she opened the bedroom door and walked out. About a minute later, she rolled a wardrobe bag into the room and unzipped it to reveal a scarlet ball gown inside it. She pushed the bag to the side, and I gasped when I saw the dress inside.
It looked to be something a queen might wear.
It was regal and had certain touches of modernity to it, but at the same time, there were aspects of it that were definitely from the renaissance era. The bodice was lined with gold thread
ing in a corset style and the lower half of the dress opened out into a defined A-line skirt. All of the trim was lined with gold embroidery and when I moved closer to look at it in more detail, I realized that they were small roses. The whole thing was quite extravagant and undoubtedly very expensive.
She also unzipped a second wardrobe bag with what appeared to a petticoat and a chemise, both made out of expensive-looking cream silk fabric.
“Come. Let’s get you dressed,” she offered, while holding out her hand. I took it and she quickly whisked the towel covering my nakedness away from my body. The first thing she had me put on was the petticoat, which she helped me step into by letting me use her shoulders for balance. Then she pulled the chemise over the top of my head like she’d done it a thousand times. The fabric billowed out over the petticoat and when everything was in place, she unlaced the skirt portion of the gown and settled it into place on my hips. Lastly, she took the bodice and opened it completely.
It wasn’t just formed in the shape of a corset. It was a real one made out of steel boning like the times of old. As she wound it around my waist, I sucked in a nervous breath.
“It’s uncomfortable at first, but I won’t tie it very tight. You have an incredible figure already,” Maria said quietly. Quickly, she laced it up the front and then she began to tighten it little by little until it was mostly in place. After that, she began to tug on the cords, cinching one rung after the next. With each pull, the steel boning hugged me closer and pushed my breasts higher until they rivaled the cleavage of my best pushup bra.
“Well, that’s a nice perk,” I observed while staring right down at my chest and she chuckled.
“Indeed,” she said with a wink.
Now fully dressed, I was ushered over to a chair where Maria got to work curling my hair and applying a light coating of makeup on my face. She was mostly quiet as she concentrated on ensuring that I was presentable for court and I didn’t much interrupt her.
When she was ready, she had me stand up and close my eyes. She proceeded to guide me over to the wall-length mirror in the attached bathroom and with much excitement, directed me to open my eyes.
I did and gasped at what I saw.
I looked like a model in a fancy magazine, dressed to the nines to go to a fancy ball in a dress that probably cost tens of thousands of dollars. My hair was perfection, as was the light dusting of makeup that brought out my eyes and pink of my blush along my cheekbones. I looked both like myself and then nothing like me at all.
My waist was cinched beautifully, creating a gorgeous curve down to my hips where the dress billowed outward to the floor. When I was ready, Maria guided my feet into a pair of gold kitten heels, and I sighed in relief. I wouldn’t have to try to balance myself on too tall heels while wearing a gown of this magnitude, which was an incredible relief.
“I’m nervous, Maria,” I admitted finally.
“Don’t be. The king is going to be at your side, and he will make sure that dinner goes smoothly for you,” she said lightly.