“Inspection” yelled the Slave Trader. I was bought from the northern lands, hands shackled, legs bound by loose chains. I had been washed and groomed by local women who were bonded by the slave trader. I didn’t understand their language. They were kindly and mostly gentle. They had insistently pointed at my pubic mound. “Hmm” I thought, what did they want? After scrubbing me in the bath of all my travel grime (that’s a story for another day), they had me lay on a table. Rubbing me with fragrant oil all over I was starting to relax and enjoy it! Until I saw a large knife! I nearly jumped out of my skin! They restrained me and murmured soothing words of which I didn’t understand. One of the women started rubbing soap into my pubic hair! What were they doing? However, this felt really nice and I relaxed a little. Another lady was soothing my hair and one was gently caressing my nipple. OH My! I was relaxing. I felt a scrape along my mound.