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Janice had always been an intelligent but docile girl. Now aged 32, she was 5ft 2in tall, still retained her long, dirty-yellow/blonde coloured hair with a hint of a kink in it and her slim figure. For the past two years, she'd been living with Alix. Actually, 'living with' was something of a misnomer. Janice had met Alix at a Ladies' only club in South London and was Alix's house slave now. She'd willingly submitted to Alix's advances and shortly afterwards gave up her job, cut all ties, sold her flat and moved in with her 'Owner'.
Life was hard and Alix was unforgiving but Janice figured this was what she deserved and although she hated being daily shamed, used, abused and disciplined, she considered herself the lowest of the low and therefore thoroughly deserving of the severe treatment Alix dished out. For the past two months, Janice had been kept stark naked. Alix burned all her clothes, saying her nakedness would both prevent her trying to escape and, whenever Alix had other ladies around - which she did frequently - Janice's nudity would draw immediate attention to the fact that she was a mere slave, undeserving of clothing. Naturally, Janice had many, many household chores to perform, including sewing, dusting, hoovering, washing and cooking. It was cooking that saw the biggest change in her life so far.... ....Alix walked in one evening with a lady she introduced as Dr Sally Walker. Janice blushed crimson (she still hadn't got used to being seen naked). "This is my slave, Janice" Alix said, before ordering Janice to stand still. The Doctor then knelt down in front of the slave, ordering her to spread her legs wide apart. Inserting an ungloved hand between Janice's legs, Dr Walker tugged at the slave's labia and pronounced them "fine". 'Fine' for what? wondered Janice. She'd always had droopy labial lips. Unlike most women, Janice's were deep and floppy - like 'spaniel's ears' according to Alix. These could clearly be seen hanging free, if Janice was viewed from front or back with her legs akimbo. "Right. The kitchen'll do" said Dr Walker. Still puzzled, Janice obediently followed the two others and lay on the work surface, face upwards, as ordered. "I'm only going to use a single scalpel" Dr Walker said. "IT'll hurt, of course but the pain will be brief". Janice still didn't understand what was about to happen. Legs spread wide and held down by her Owner, she felt the Doctor slice clean through her right labia, before repeating the procedure for her left! Laying the amputated labia aside, Dr Walker applied some plastiflesh to the raw sites to prevent bleeding and seal the sites. "See how much more open Janice looks now" Alix smiled. Stunned, Janice was made to get up and view her removed lips. "Now you're going to cook them for us" said her Owner. A frying pan with a thin slick of extra-virgin oil was already on the stove. Janice's precious flaps were tossed into this and the heat gently turned on. After a minute, the labia began to brown slightly. Janice then had to turn them over, repeating the treatment. "OK, Done now, I think. Take them out!" commanded Alix. Janice removed her lightly pan-fried labia and set them on kitchen towel to remove extraneous surface oil. Without due ceremony, one lip each was transferred to a white plate and both the ladies sat down. Cutting into the tender meat, it could be seen that the lip was tender pink on the inside: moist and delicious. They ate with relish; Janice having to stand silently by and watch them devouring this intimate part of her. Or rather, parts that once USED to belong to her. "Wonderful!" announced the Doctor. "Hmmm. Your slave has other 'dainties'" she added, looking at Janice's pert 34A" warhead-shaped tits. Janice trembled. She had a feeling that she'd be sacrificing and preparing more of herself before long....
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