by Dan Moran
“OK,” I said, trusting her for the moment. “When do you want to do whatever it is?”
“Tonight,” she said. “Soon. I just need to call and make sure it’s an okay time. You can have a snack and a shower while I make the arrangements.”
I ate some toast and fruit while she made a phone call, then took a quick shower. When I came out, Justine had her shoes on and held the car keys in her hand. “Ready to go?”
“I guess so.”
In the car, Justine said, “It’s only a short drive over there, so I’ll just tell you what it is that we’re doing. I want to get you waxed.”
“You mean... my chest? My back?”
“I mean your whole body. Not your head, and not right around your cock and balls—I want to shave those later on, myself. I want to see your body truly bare, really naked down to the skin, not a single hair on your smooth muscles.”
I’d never thought of doing anything like this. “So, how is this done? Does someone use Nair or something like that?”
She smiled wickedly. “No, my pet. We will be using hot wax. Remember that time with the candles? Well, it will be sort of like that, only a lot slower... and over your whole body. Then the wax will be ripped away, and will yank all the hairs out of your skin.”
“Oh,” I said throatily, trying to hide my eagerness to endure this pain for her pleasure. My need to serve her and submit to her always seemed to be growing. It surprised me often and scared me sometimes. Always, though, I felt love. I knew that Justine would put me through bits of pain on perverse whims, but I knew how happy this made her, and I loved her and wanted to do these things again and again. I also trusted her completely and knew that she loved me and would never allow any real harm to come to me.
“Keep in mind,” she continued, “that people go to salons for this kind of thing every day. It hurts, but it’s not agony. It’s a regular cosmetic thing that happens to sting a little more than other cosmetic things. It won’t even hurt as much as me whipping you.”
“I’m not worried,” I told her with a smile. “If it hurts, I’ll just think of you.”
She smiled back. “That’s sweet. Maybe, just for fun, I can see if we can make it hurt a little more. Rachel, who does the waxing, is a new friend of mine. We met through one of the groups online; that’s how I found out about her salon.”
“Oh? Does she do this to lots of guys?”
“Actually, she’s never done anything on a guy. So far only women have come to her salon, except for a couple of guys that use the tanning booths. She’s been eager for a long time to try waxing a man.”
“She has? I wonder why.”
“Well, she’s a funny case. She’s always had fantasies of being a dominatrix or at least of hurting guys a little for pleasure. She’s married and has two kids, and her husband is apparently not into things like that. From what she says, I don’t think he even knows she likes that sort of thing. She fills her need by going to a lot of those sites to fantasize. She’s even seen the pictures of us—well, mostly of you—and can’t wait to get her hands on you.”
“Really? So... will you be sharing me, as your slave, with this woman?”
She looked at me. “Yes. At least a little. We’ll see how it goes. It will be a good trial run before we do anything with Diane. And anyway, it would be pretty expensive to get your whole body waxed. Luckily, Rachel will be doing it for free, as a favor. Naturally, we’ll have to do a few little favors for her. That is, you’ll have to do her favors.”
“I will, as always, do what I must.”
It was dark now. I saw the sign for the salon in front of a building, and we turned into a parking lot, pulling around the back. Only one light seemed to be on in the whole building, and in the window of the door a sign read CLOSED.
“Are you sure she’s here?” I asked as Justine parked and shut off the car.
“She’s here. We had to set this up for a time when the place would be closed. We don’t want anyone seeing or hearing what happens.”
I tingled with excitement as we got out of the car and approached the door. Justine knocked, and after a minute or so, the door opened. A woman with long, straight blond hair and narrow eyeglasses peered out at us. “Justine?” she inquired, looking at my wife.
“Yes. And you must be Rachel.”
The woman nodded. “Come in, and follow me.”
We stepped into a waiting room area dimly lit by some exit signs and a couple of white lights at floor level. We crossed this room, going through a doorway at the back and entering a hallway. The second door to the left was open, its light spilling out into the darkened hallway. “Right in here,” said Rachel.
We followed her into a small room that was bright and warm. In the center of the room was a cushioned table obviously designed for people to lie on. I could see some pots steaming off to one side and noted a peculiar smell. “I started heating the wax right after you called,” Rachel told Justine. “It should be ready soon. Care for some water or juice?”
“Sure,” Justine answered. “He can get it for us.” She looked at me.
Rachel turned to me as well. She was tall and skinny, with no curves to speak of and rather small breasts. She was dressed simply, in a faded red long-sleeved top and blue jeans that clung tightly to her thin legs. “Two doors down is a small kitchen. There’s a pitcher of water and another of juice in the fridge, and there are glasses in the cupboard. I’ll have water.”
“So will I,” Justine said. “Now move it! I’m thirsty.”
My cock swelled immediately as she adopted her commanding tone, and I saw Rachel smiling at this exchange before I turned and left the room, seeking the kitchen. I found it, poured two waters from the pitcher, and returned with a glass in each hand. I gave them their drinks, and Justine said, “You may get one for yourself now, if you wish.”
“I’m fine for now,” I said.
“So,” Rachel said to Justine while looking me up and down, “this is your husband. Or should I say, ‘slave’?”
Justine chuckled. “He’s not exactly my slave. He is, however, a very willing servant on occasion. He just loves to be at my command.”
“Really?” Rachel raised an eyebrow, looking at me with an evil smirk. I just nodded, smiling automatically. She walked toward me, then said to Justine, “Make him do something. Anything.”
Instantly, Justine said firmly, “Drop to your knees.” I did as she commanded, kneeling before Rachel and looking up at her. “Do not look at her!” Justine then shouted. “Bow down and kiss her feet. Now!”
I bent forward quickly and kissed the tops of Rachel’s black leather shoes. I remained in this position and kept planting kisses until Justine said, “Okay, that’s enough.” I resumed my earlier kneeling position.
“Oh, that is so good!” Rachel exclaimed, and I could hear the glee in her voice.
“You can do it, too,” Justine told her. “Try it.” She gave me a stern glance, which I understood right away. You will obey her.
“Really?” squealed Rachel. “Okay.” She spun around in front of me and bent over, her ass thrust out toward my face where I still knelt. “I want you to kiss my ass. Do it!”
I leaned forward and gave her kisses all over her tightly-jeaned bottom. I was hard as stone once more, now being commanded by two women. “All right,” Rachel said after about a minute. She turned to face me once again. “Stand up. Let’s see what we’re working with.”
I got to my feet in front of her, and both women stared at me for a couple of seconds. Then Justine said, “You heard her. Strip! Now! Every last stitch!” I hurriedly pulled off my shoes and socks, then unbuckled my belt. They both stood and sipped their drinks as I stepped out of my pants, then peeled off my shirt and undershirt. My boxers were the last to go, and I could see Justine and Rachel smiling at the massive boner that poked against the black fabric before I finally yanked the shorts down and tossed them onto the floor. I then stood with my hands at my sides, looking straight ahead,
my erection so strong that it seemed to pull me forward with its weight as Rachel began to walk around me to review my naked body.
“Mmmm, very nice,” she said. “You’ve done very well, Justine, to acquire a servant like this. He’ll look even better after we get rid of all that body hair. I know it doesn’t look like he has much hair right now, but you’ll be amazed at the difference.”
“I can’t wait,” Justine answered. “Shall we get started?”
“Yes. Let me put some towels down.” She pointed toward a stack of rolled-up white towels and said, “Bring some to me.” She didn’t quite have Justine’s practiced tone of firm command, but it was still fun to obey. I grabbed an armful of the towels and handed them to her. “Thank you,” she said, smiling and looking into my eyes. She then covered the cushioned table completely and asked Justine, “Should we start with front or back?”
“Front,” Justine answered, then pointed at the table and said, “Lie down on your back.”
I climbed onto the table and lay back, looking up at the ceiling. The table was very comfortable. My dick was stiff, and I could feel it wavering in the air as the two women approached the table, one on either side, looking down at me and smiling wickedly.
“Now, my pet,” Justine said, “you are going to get waxed. Rachel here is going to spread hot wax all over your naked body. Slowly. It’s very hot, and it’s going to hurt, but you will take it. You will not move. Then she is going to pull out all those tiny hairs, and that will hurt even more. I’m giving her free reign to torment you with the tools she has at her disposal here, and you will accept every bit of it. You belong to me, and I demand that your body be waxed, so you will obey. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered with a smile, eager for the pain that was coming, for the delight that these two would take in dispensing it.
“Good,” she said, stroking my cheek and looking down at me with pure adoration as Rachel stepped away and returned with something in her hands.
“We’ll start with the feet,” Rachel said. Still looking up at the ceiling, I felt the first smearing of hot liquid on the top of my left foot and flinched slightly.
“Do not move!” Justine yelled, and I controlled myself as the scalding sensation continued and spread up my shin. Then I felt Rachel padding me all over the hot area with some kind of fabric, and after a moment’s hesitation, she gave a yank. I drew in a sharp breath as I felt the cold fire of the hairs being yanked from my skin. The process was repeated on my right foot and shin, and then it progressed to my upper legs.
“Spread your legs a little,” Rachel demanded, and as I did so, I felt the painfully hot viscous stuff being smeared on my inner thighs. She smoothed on more strips of cloth, then tore them away with sudden force, working her way up to my waist.
“Not the balls,” Justine told her. “Or his cock. Leave the pubes.”
“All right,” Rachel agreed, spreading the steaming wax on my abdomen. As she spread and tore and worked her way up, I felt each part of my body in a new way. The pain was like a stinging slap, my skin alternately hot and cold, rendered extremely sensitive and alive. I felt that every part of my body was being reborn.
“Arms over your head,” Rachel said as she began working on my chest. I held my hands clasped together with my arms raised up and back as far as they could go, stretching out my chest toward Rachel to feel her torture more fully, smiling even as I winced, as the wax dripped and flowed over my pecs. “You are so good,” she said gently as she worked slowly to prolong the agony. “Such an obedient and willing man. You love this, don’t you? You want me to hurt you more?”
“Yes,” I whispered shakily, smiling with delight. “Please. My flesh is yours.”
“Make sure you get his nipples,” Justine put in. “There’s some hair close to the edges, so you might as well be sure and just wax it all.”
“You’re right,” Rachel smiled. “Let me get some fresh wax.” She went away and came back a moment later, holding a bowl wrapped in a towel. The smell was very strong, and I could see the steam rising from the bowl. Rachel dipped a small wooden stick into it, then held the stick over my right nipple, letting the wax fall down in slow, tiny drops. I shuddered at each hot touch against my tender flesh, licking my lips with delight at the sweet pain and thrusting my chest out, silently begging for more. In this slow and methodical way, she coated a large area centered around the nipple, then switched to my left one, covering it with drop after slow drop. She connected the two waxed areas, making one huge patch over my whole chest. “I’ll need your help with this one, Justine,” she said as she patted the fabric onto me. “You grab that side. Like this. Then, on three, we give a hard yank, going in this direction. Ready?”
“Yep,” Justine replied, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
“One... two... THREE!!!”
With one swift pulling motion, the two of them ripped all of the hair from my chest, and I gasped. I panted a little at the stinging soreness, feeling the pain radiating out from my skin. Then I heard Rachel say, “Oops.... missed a little. I guess we’ll have to wax his chest again...”
After another round, with special attention to my nipples as Justine had demanded, Rachel moved on to my armpits, which hurt more than anything had so far. She worked on the insides and undersides of my arms, then instructed me to bring my arms back to my sides. I did so, and she continued on my hands, forearms, and the outsides of my arms, periodically going for fresh supplies of newly heated wax and more strips of cloth. Justine stroked my face every so often and told me what a good servant I was, how beautiful my body looked.
After perhaps an hour, when she had gotten to every bit of me she could, Rachel told me to turn over on the table. I did this, and she began waxing the base of my neck, then my shoulders, moving down my back to my waist. After finishing my upper body, she went back to my feet and waxed the backs of each leg. “I’ve saved your ass for last,” she said. “Care to help out with this last bit?” she asked Justine. “You can spread the wax.”
“Sure,” Justine replied, reaching for the pot and the spreading stick.
“Careful, it’s hot,” Rachel told her. “Now, you’ve watched me all this time, so you know how to do it. Take as much time as you want, though. I’ve even got another pot heating up.”
“I think I like the drip method,” Justine said, and I felt tiny hot spatters on my naked buttocks. My ass cheeks quivered involuntarily with each little sting. “Oooo, you feel that, do you?” my lover taunted me. “Well, then, we’ll have to make sure to be very thorough. We may even have to do this more than once...”
I winced and gasped and twitched as my whole ass was coated in the wax, then hissed through my teeth as it was all torn away at once, Justine and Rachel each attending to one buttock. Then, as Justine had promised, I had to endure it all again. The two women even spread my cheeks to get at every last hair, all the way to the back of my balls. Eventually, they consulted each other and agreed that they were done. “Now stand up,” Justine instructed, “so we can admire our work.”
I got to my feet, my whole body raw and alive with a searing chill. “Hands on your head,” Justine said. “Turn around for us.” I spun slowly in front of the two women, letting them examine my nakedness in minute detail. My erection had subsided somewhat, but my semi-hard dick began to pulse as I showed off.
“Now,” said Rachel, “we should treat his skin, to help it heal faster.” She produced a jar and opened it, unleashing a powerful and pleasant fragrance. She dipped her hand in, getting a palm-full of whatever was in it, then passed the jar to Justine. The two of them were soon rubbing the scented ointment all over me, from neck to toe, rubbing the slickness of my flesh with slow, sensuous strokes. They guided my feet apart a little and knelt to massage the stuff onto the insides of my legs. Their hands stopped just short of my balls and never touched the straining, steel-hard dick that stood out, begging to be relieved in some way.
I did not dare ask for release, th
ough. I knew that part of my servitude involved not being allowed to come until Justine told me I could, or else made it happen in her own way. It was absolutely maddening, but it always made my horniness into an immensely powerful and all-consuming force. It was part of what transformed me into a different person when I got into that state—someone who begged to be enslaved by my wife and who would do anything for her, no matter what. I felt the blood in my groin and the huge load within me just desperate to burst forth in sweet pulses of hot, wet, white release. But release was not to be mine, not yet. It all stayed inside and made me tremble all over, and I yearned to be used more by these women.
“Well,” said Justine after a time, rising to her feet and wiping her hands on a towel. “I guess that does it for waxing and treating. Now let’s talk about all that moving around you did.”
“What...?” I began.
“Don’t you try to deny it. I told you to be still, and you were squirming all over the place. Wasn’t he?”
“He sure was,” said Rachel. “I thought he was supposed to obey you. What kind of a servant is he if he doesn’t follow your orders?”
“A servant in need of a punishment, that’s what kind!”
Rachel grinned excitedly. “Are you going to spank him?”
“You bet I am,” Justine replied, walking over to a chair and sitting in it. “Get over here,” she said, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow. “You know what to do.”
I eagerly draped my naked body over her lap, hands and feet touching the floor.
“Now, Rachel,” she said, “I want you to observe. This is how a husband should behave. He should obey, and if he knows he has done wrong, he should accept the punishment he deserves.” She bent down to look at me. “You do deserve to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“And you want it, too? You would be disappointed if I didn’t exercise my command and punish you properly?”
“Yes.”
