The Slave of Pleasure
Chapter 51

Rachel

The nurse gave me that provocative smile and, with a tone that seemed to drip lust from the corners of her mouth, murmured:

"Little slut." The way the word came out of her mouth made me shiver, but not in a way I was used to. It was strange and disconcerting.

I looked at her with a mixture of strangeness and confusion, trying to understand what was really going on in that woman's head.

But soon my gaze returned to the wooden easel she had revealed. Curiosity was still greater than discomfort. "And how do I use this thing?" I asked, genuinely interested, but still cautious. She looked at me with a gleam in her eyes, a look full of desire

that made my stomach turn again. "There are only the three of us here... do you want to try it?" The suggestion in her tone was impossible to ignore.

I turned to her, not believing what I was hearing. "What's yours? Are you a lesbian by any chance?" My question came out more aggressive than I intended, but I was trying to figure out where this conversation was going. The nurse laughed out loud, a sound that echoed off the walls of the small space, almost mocking my surprise. "I prefer to be called simply 'someone who doesn't miss an opportunity'," she replied, with a wink. That made me even more disconcerted. I felt heat rise to my face as I processed her answer. The other attendant, who had been silent the whole time, just shrugged, as if to silently say: "Since you're here..." I couldn't help but smile, replaceing it all so absurd. I never imagined I would be in a situation like this, much less being provoked by someone like her. My smile, however, was nervous, and I soon felt my face burn with embarrassment. The nurse began fiddling with the leather ties on the easel, opening and adjusting them while giving me that inviting look. "Come on," she said, her tone challenging. "I'll show you every way to use this." My feet froze in place. I was reluctant to move, unsure if this was a joke or a trap. I didn't know how to react. What was I supposed to do in this situation? Noticing my hesitation, the nurse laughed again, this time a little softer. "Don't be afraid... I don't bite," she said, opening and closing her mouth exaggeratedly, making her teeth chatter as if she were simulating a bite. The whole scene was surreal. I wanted to back away, but at the same time, something about the moment kept me standing there, as if she were waiting to see where this would go. She stepped a little closer, the leather ties now completely open, waiting for me. I knew I had to make a decision, and fast. My head was a jumble of thoughts, and the environment around me seemed to close in, leaving only the three of us and that easel at the center of the universe, with its dim lights and the smell of leather in the air. Without saying anything else, I stepped a little closer, my heart racing, bracing myself for whatever was coming next. As I approached the easel, I felt my hands sweat and my heart race. With each step, my mind was invaded by a mixture of curiosity, nervousness, and embarrassment. It was not a situation I was familiar with, and the nurse next to me, with her gaze always full of insinuations, did nothing to help ease my anxiety. With my fingertips, I touched the surface of the easel, feeling the smooth texture of the wood. I don't know why, but the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "It's very pretty..." The nurse laughed, and her answer came with an almost professional tone, as if she were presenting a work of art. "It's made of mahogany, you know? The hinges are coated with iron. A very sturdy and durable item." Her voice had a mixture of pride and lust, and it made me feel even more uncomfortable. She then turned to the other attendant and, without losing her sarcastic tone, said, "I'm going to show Rachel how Vincenzo is going to 'take care' of her in this thing. Go behind the counter and get two. One made of rubber and that other one..." My heart jumped in my chest. "What? The rubber one? And the other one what?" My voice came out shaky, full of anxiety and nervousness. The nurse laughed again, a soft sound, as if she was amused by my discomfort. "Easy, girl. They're just the

complements of the structure. Nothing to worry about."

That didn't reassure me as much as she seemed to think, but at least it

made my heart slow down a little. The other attendant disappeared behind the counter, and the nurse turned her

attention completely to me.

"Go on... get up there," she encouraged me, with that mischievous smile that

seemed to carry ulterior motives.

I moved even closer to the easel, now feeling the heat rise through my body. I placed my hands on the wood again,

this time holding it firmly. It was solid, well-made, just as she had described. I looked at the nurse for a moment. I looked at her one last time, seeking some kind of confirmation, and she just nodded, as if approving my movements, a sly smile playing on her lips. With a nervous sigh, I finally gave in. I placed my knees on the frame, spreading my legs as I climbed, trying to maintain some control over the situation, but feeling more and more the vulnerable position I was putting myself in. The easel accommodated my body in a way that was completely unnatural for me, leaving my legs open and my butt raised. I felt exposed in a way I had never experienced before. My body was tense, my muscles rigid as I tried to adjust to the new position. The nurse took a few steps towards me, and I felt her presence close to me, watching every movement, as if she were waiting to see how I would react to the next step. The air was thick, charged with expectation, and I had no idea what

was coming next since I was in the hands of that pervert.