WAX ON-WAX OFF

(Dedicated to Mistress Chastity on Image Fap…who gave me the idea)

PART II

He had stopped sobbing and I rubbed a soothing cream into his back, and in-between his legs.  After the brutality of ripping off his body hair, the cream must have felt like heaven.  He moaned in appreciation.  I unshackled him, gave him a glass of wine and let him walk around the porch for a bit.  He watched the workmen and I could tell he wanted to speak with me, but was smart enough to remain silent until I gave him permission.  I smoked and watched him for a time.  His eyes kept wandering over my naked body.  It’s a nice body too.  I keep it that way with running and weightlifting.  Although his subtle watching me didn’t make me preen or feel the slightest bit concerned (I’m in better shape than he is anyway), I did appreciate it.  The look of a man, even a submissive one warms me.  I’ve always been that way.  Finally tiring of the game, I looked him in the eyes and said, “Speak.”

“Mistress, can we please do the rest later on?  It hurts so much.  I don’t think I can stand it anymore.” he said with that annoying whine creeping back in.   I smoked and examined him from my chair.  His chest was reasonably hairy, but his crotch, cock, and the front of his balls was a nightmare.  Huge thatches of ugly, dark, hair covered his groin.  I hate submissive men having hair.  It’s like a constant lie, staring me in the face.  Man hair belongs on men.  It’s appropriate; it’s part of who they are.  It’s a beastly, sexy thing that screams power and dominance.  On a weak man, it’s as useless as tits on a bull. 

I didn’t say anything, it really wasn’t necessary.  I always finish what I started.  I would be ripping his useless hair out this very day, and that was that.  I finished my cigarette, looked at him, and pointed one long nailed finger at the table.  I didn’t even consider his request, treating it with the disdain it deserved.  For just a moment a spark rose in him.  I could see it.  His eyes flashed.  For a moment I wondered if the man in him would finally speak up.  I stared back in challenge, daring him to refuse me.  A long moment passed, then his shoulders slumped, his head hung, and he walked slowly to the table like he was facing execution.  In a way he was.  I was executing his manhood one step at a time.  If he continued to bend to my will, those moments, those sparks of rebellious masculinity, would occur less and less.  Eventually his manhood would die.  It’s a simple truth of nature.   If you don’t exercise a body part it atrophies, and wither’s away.  The same is true for a man’s core.  If he doesn’t exercise his masculine authority, he loses it.

I shackled him tightly to the table.  It was such a rush seeing his face while I worked.  Watching his eyes well with tears, his lips tremble, his teeth clench as he tried desperately not to scream.  He also got to see me work.  He could see that his every cry was turning me on.  I think he saw for the first time, that despite everything, this wasn’t a game to me.  That I would unmercifully dominate him, make him mine, and that I would never stop.  I wanted him to see that.  I wanted him to know it deep down.  I hate lies, and half-truths.  There should be no deception between a Mistress and her slave.  I kissed him then ripped out his chest hair.  I sucked his nipples like a man sucks a woman’s (or should), then ripped the tender little hairs out.  Fuck! Did he ever scream as those long nipple hairs went; it was long and loud, and insanely hot.

He was panting and crying by the time I reached his belly and ripped off a thick race-track of hair.  He was sobbing by the time I coated his thick pubes.  My juices were beginning to stream down my leg, and I couldn’t see straight.  Rather than stop, I sat on his crying face and buried him in my pussy.  I could feel a titanic orgasm build.  I grabbed 4 separate strips of cloth practically glued into his crotch. “Lick it,” I groaned as I felt a wave build, and build.  The thought of him biting me crossed my mind, but I was so far fucking gone by then, that I didn’t care.  It hit like a fucking hammer.  My legs closed around his head, and I could feel his tongue, lips, nose, and even a little of his chin pushed inside me.  This weird burbling sound came out of my mouth, and I ripped that fucking waxed cloth for all I was worth.  Gigantic handfuls of curly black hair ripped away all at once!  Except for a couple of small spots I must have missed, his entire hairy crotch was as smooth as a baby’s bottom in a split second.  The hair was so thick and twisted that blood welled and pooled in a few spots.  Of course it didn’t really matter to me by that point.  When I ripped his crotch hair out, he screamed.  He fucking screamed Inside Me!  Then his slick face and head bucked under me like a wild man.  I needed that fucking face, so I locked his head down hard with my thighs, and pushed all my weight into his face, pinning him under my pussy.  I cannot describe the pleasure of having him fight like an animal under me.   I’ve never had an orgasm that hard, that intense.  Some distant part of me was actually scared.  He could have died, I could have died, I wouldn’t have noticed.  Wave after fucking wave. I was growling and shrieking like some cat in heat.  Distantly I heard the workmen laughing.  I didn’t fucking care.  My juices just pumped and poured onto his struggling face, and this fierce part of me seemed to rise up inside.  I looked down at this little bitch spluttering and trying to push me off, and felt deep down inside that this was the way it was supposed to be.  I deserved this.  If he didn’t like it?  Too fucking bad.  Until he grew a set of balls and did something about it, then this was where he fucking belonged.  Under a strong woman’s pussy.  And if the bitch never grew a set of balls then this is where he’ll damn well remain.  Under me forever! Because I’ll be damned if I ever let a weak fuck like him go.

Then like a storm it began to pass, I could feel his hands hitting my thighs in desperation, he was just a few moments away from using his fists, and biting.  I couldn’t even use my legs to stand they were jelly, so I pulled myself forward across his body with my hands.   There was a delicious wet pop as my abused pussy slid off his face.  He coughed, gurgled, and gasped, having breathed in some of my juices. Even that made me fiercely happy for some reason. I just lay there insensate, listening to him recover, and feeling my happy pussy sing as she came down from Mount Olympus.  I distantly heard Cliff yell about the electrical box being wrong, something about being out of code, and telling one of the workmen to go to some supply house that was supposed to still be open.  There was some argument, and then Cliff’s voice rose and said that no one was going home until it was done, and so-and so better go get it.  It was followed shortly thereafter by slamming truck doors and a truck rushing out of the gravel circle in my back yard.  Although I heard all of this, I really didn’t.  I just basked on top of my man like some mean, possessive cat, feeling the waves of pleasure slowly ebb away.

I don’t know how much time passed. The workmen were still there, but the sky was darkening.  As long I didn’t turn the porch lights on, they wouldn’t be able to see us.  I sauntered into the house on weak legs and got a glass of wine for both of us.  I didn’t release him or let him get up, I instead put a pillow under his head, and let him take small sips of wine.  I wanted to finish the job quickly, so I put numbing cream on the rest of his legs, his cock, and balls.  There comes a point where you’ve delivered enough pain.  I could tell he was at his limit. I put the wax down and did the rest of him with quick and even movements across his body.  It was still painful, but nothing like before.  Even with the numbing cream, he still howled when I ripped all the hair off his cock and balls, and started sobbing again.  This reawakened the little bitch between my legs, but I patted her gently and told her to go back to sleep, she grumbled a bit, but quieted down.  After all his pain, his hairy legs were nothing.  I finished him up in under 30 minutes, just when the truck returned with what I assumed was a new electrical box.

I rubbed a soothing cream all over his body and lay on top of his soft hairless chest.  I kissed him, licked him, and rubbed myself all over him.  It just felt right you know?  To love my man after what I put him through.  He needed it, and after the pleasure I’d been given, it just wouldn’t be right to return something.  His emotions were really raw by then, and he cried a little.  I kissed him and told him he could cry all he wanted.  I know it embarrassed him some, but whatever strength he possessed to keep his emotions in check were long gone.

He felt so warm and soft, that I didn’t want to get up.   I can’t explain it but there is something about body hair and rougher skin that just belongs on a man.  Maybe it’s that Yin-Yang thing, but whatever it is, when a man doesn’t have it, you notice it.  When he doesn’t feel like a man, it’s hard to see him as one, which I guess is the point.  If I don’t feel like I’m loving on a man, then it sort of frees me to not be his woman.  I can instead by a cold-hearted, ball-breaking bitch!  Lol! 

I began sucking his hairless nipples, like a man should do for a woman (Why can’t a man do that right?)  They were puffy and swollen from the waxing and oh so sensitive.  He gasped as I sucked.  The cute little thing even arched his back a little.  I sucked harder, and gently worked them with my teeth.  His muscles clenched against the restraints and he began to hiss, “Please, oh please, easy, please, not so hard.”  I was done making him miserable for the night, so I lightened things up, and he let out a long groan of pleasure.  I could feel his cock getting hard under me.  I so wanted to slowly fuck him as a man.  He needed it, and I needed it, but the cold-hearted bitch in me said “Hell No!”   We were so early into this relationship and I didn’t want to set the wrong precedent.  I steeled myself against making a mistake this early on.  If I was going to dominate him I couldn’t let him fuck me yet.  He needed at least 2 good weeks in chastity to start things out strong, and it hadn’t even been a full week.

 I whispered to him that after all I put him through, he deserved a good fuck.  I kissed him deeply, licking his face.  He felt so soft, that if it wouldn’t have been for a little facial bristle, I swear I would’ve thought I was kissing a woman.  He smiled a little, hope dawning.  I chuckled, then suddenly got up and walked into the house leaving him with the saddest little hang dog expression.  I quickly found what I was looking for and walked back onto the porch.  He lifted his head off the pillow to see what I had in my hand and then his head fell back in frustration.  He let out a little groan of despair.  I laughed deep in my throat.  Although I had no intention of causing him a lot of pain and misery, the strong bitch in me had returned full force, and she wanted to fuck a man.

I have quite a collection of strapons, from tiny little ticklers, to horse hung monsters.  One of my favorites is a thick black one with a big, fat, head.  It’s only about 7 inches long, but it’s really thick.  Once I work that big rubbery head inside my boi’s ass, it’s in to stay.  It won’t be slipping out, and he won’t be pushing it out either, at least not without my help.   There’s something indescribably hot having a man’s ass trapped on the head of your dick.  I get wet just thinking about it.  The other thing I really like about my black beauty is that by some combination of its design, and how it sits in the harness, it just hits my pussy perfectly when I fuck a man. That’s important, because when she’s happy, I’m happy.

I quickly belted up and sauntered over to the head of the table.  He watched me approach, my big cock bobbed and weaved as it led the way.  I stroked its length a couple of times and rested the thick black head on his cheek.  He knew what I wanted but was being resistant.  The bitch in me wanted to get tough with him, but I restrained her wickedness.  I certainly wasn’t going to bend and let him fuck me, but he had been through enough pain and misery tonight.  It was time to be gentle.  “C’mon baby suck it, make me feel good, I said in a soft whisper as I placed the heavy cock head against his lips.  Ohhh…don’t make me wait darling, I need that tongue, that soft wet mouth,” I said with a little girlish whine in my voice.  (Males are so easy.  It’s hard-wired I guess.  They want to please you.  They want to impress you, and they’ll do whatever it takes, even if it’s destroying the very source from which this desire comes. Their own masculinity.)

He opened his mouth and began licking and suckling the head of my cock.  I watched him work, while thrusting gently into his mouth.  As my dick became shiny and slick with his saliva, I realized why men, All Men! Want a woman to do this for them.  It’s just sexy as fuck. Watching this man suckle my big dick, made me wish my strapon was a real cock. 

I talked with him the whole time, encouraging him, stroking his face, giving out little womanly groans and sighs.  He really got into it after a while.  I haven’t trained him to take my cock down his throat yet, and tonight wasn’t the time, but the observant and meticulous bitch in me noted his deficiency and promised to address this problem soon.   After 10 minutes or so I slowly withdrew, and he even lovingly kissed the head of my cock as I pulled out. (I’m such a lucky bitch!)  As I moved around to the foot of the table he followed me with his eyes, they were silently pleading with me to be gentle.  The bitch in me smiled evilly to make him a little anxious, but I really did plan on treating him well.

I squirted almost a handful of lube in my hand and began fingering his little boi cunt.  I was gentle but he still gasped and fought a little while he got used to the invasion of my fingers.  I’ve used a strapon on him several times before, and I’ve even used bigger ones than this, but the problem is he’s not living with me (yet), and working as much as he does, I don’t get to see him as often as he needs. Now that I had him in Chastity, I knew I would be seeing much more of him, but until then his little button remained tight, small, and every time was like the first time.  I gently worked the lube deep inside, coating his sphincter, and his little male pussy.  I then spread generous amounts on my cock, lubing it well. 

I crawled on top of him face to face.  With one hand, I pressed the big meaty head of my cock against his little boi cunt.  I slowly worked it between his smooth hairless cheeks and pushed with gentle, but firm pressure.  The leg restraints were preventing him from spreading his legs as wide as I would have liked, but I wanted him restrained.  There is nothing that brings out a man’s inner woman more, than being helpless. (Trust me)

I kissed him hard and pressed my cock against his ass with more force.  He gasped as I sucked his tongue.  He began turning his head and whispering desperately, “Oh wait, wait, it’s too big, it hurts, wait…” I ignored his babble, and just kept pushing.  Finally, it began to move.  He gritted his teeth and loudly groaned, “Oh God!” as the fat head of my cock pushed in with a soft little pop.  He shook his head back and forth groaning.  I took my hand off my dick and hugged him tight.  It didn’t matter what he did now.  He couldn’t push it out even if he wanted to.  (To all my peers, I highly recommend a strapon with a nice fat head). I leaned into him, resting all my weight on his body, and didn’t move.  I enjoyed his soft smooth warmth, and let him get used to my cock.  I rested for a time listening to his heart beat and the sound of the workmen bitching about something not fitting followed by the sound of a hammer.  It was too damned funny not to laugh, even Cunt II finally got it, and smiled a little.  

I kissed him again, and slowly began to push.  He grunted, groaned, and strained, as my cock spread his little male-tunnel wide.  He fought and gasped the whole way, especially at the end because the base of my cock widens almost to the size of the head.  I shushed him, held him, kissed him, and told him how proud I was of him as I pushed, but I did not stop.  It’s always best to get it over with.  I bottomed out, and my strap harness pressed against my pubes.  I did a hard twisting grind that got my pussy tingling, and also seated my cock firmly in his ass.  I could feel the mound of his own cock (no longer erect), and his balls under me.  I pressed into them as I kissed him again.  Only a few tears this time.  I rested on top of him once again, letting him get used to my full cock stretching him out.  There’s nothing like snuggling a warm man with your cock buried in his ass.  It’s beyond empowering.

I waited until his muscles loosened and his breath steadied.  Then I began to slowly withdraw.  He let out a long hissing groan as my cock slid backwards through his stretched tunnel.  I pulled back until I felt the resistance of my cock head against the back of his boi pucker.  I waited for a count of 2 then slowly pushed back in.  Slow and easy, I began to pump his ass pussy.  His painful grunts and gasps were really turning me on, but it was about him this time, so I kept it steady and slow, and just looked into his eyes.   It freaked him out some, causing him to turn away, or close his eyes, but I didn’t budge.  I wanted him to know, to understand beyond a shadow of doubt that I was fucking him.  I wanted him to know that I was his authority, and it would never change.  I wanted him to know that he could trust me to take care of him, and protect him, but he would live under my terms, my rules.  I don’t know if I communicated these thoughts, but as I stared deeply into his eyes, his look became shy, and very feminine.  He had no idea how fucking hot that look made me.

It took about ten minutes of slow steady fucking for his painful gasps to turn into quieter more appreciative sounds.  I began to fuck a little faster and gave my pussy a hard twisty grind when I bottomed out in his ass.  I could feel his cock growing under me, its warm head gently bumping my belly as I pumped into him.  Eventually he began to get into it too.  His straining grunts becoming, “Oh fuck,  Oh shit, Oh. Oh Oh…”  I don’t know if he was conscious of the fact, but the little boi slut was actually pumping his ass against me. 

I suddenly heard truck doors slamming, and engines start, they must have finished because they were all pulling out.  I was afraid Cliff was going to stop and want to talk, but I saw him take a dip of snuff, get in his truck and pull out with the rest of them.  There was just something incredibly hot, about fucking this helpless, and beautiful bitch of a man just 40 yards from a whole work crew. The thought sent tingles through my body.  I looked down at my little whore.  He was gasping alright, not in pain, but pleasure.  My stomach was a little sticky, and as I looked down I could see a slow and steady flow of watery cum as my cock milked his tender prostate.

My pussy was getting tired of the bull shit, and my little moaning whore looked ready, so I stopped playing nice and got down to some serious fucking.  I began hammering his ass with hard, balls-deep, strokes.  He began gasping and let out these cute little cries which only inspired me to fuck harder, and faster.  My pussy was on fire once again, and all the soft take-care-of –your-man bullshit ended right there.  Lust and need replaced everything.  I wanted this weak male permanently impaled on the end of my rubber cock.  I wanted my pussy to devour him.  I wanted to fuck this weak little cunt into fucking non-existence!  I growled as I slammed into him, and bit his neck hard.  He screamed as I bit down, and his cock began pulsing and thrashing under me.  I could feel his hot cum splashing across my belly and breasts, gluing us together.  It was just too much for me.  I had wanted it to last a little longer, but fuck it! 

Once again, I came like a fucking bomb!   With all the workmen gone and no (two legged), witnesses… I became ‘quite’ uninhibited. I growled, spit, thrashed, and finally screamed like some crazed woman.  Nothing says dominatrix, like disheveled hair, wild eyes, and drool out the corner of your mouth,  LOL!  It was fucking wonderful.

10 minutes later I rested on top of my lovely warm boy.  His soft skin like a pillow beneath me, except where we were glued together LOL!  My cock was still deep inside his widened male pussy.  I had given him permission to speak and he talked about us, his hopes and fears.  I know these things were important to him, and part of me said I should be listening, but in the end I just wanted to rest, and listened to the sound of his voice.  It’s a nice voice and it relaxed me. 

About a thousand years later I unpeeled myself (literally) off of him.  I pulled slowly pulled my thick cock out.  It got stuck at his pucker, and I enjoyed watching his bitch-hole stretch into a painful flaming red line around the head of my cock as he wailed and complained.   His boi cunt actually began to bulge outward unable to free itself which really made him thrash about.  Finally with a wet “Plop!” It came free.  It started him weeping again, and I couldn’t blame him, it really looked painful, but that was what training was for, and the bitch in me couldn’t wait LOL!  My boi had a cute little gape in his swollen ass pussy.  I watched with fascination as a line of clear lube streaked with a little blood leaked out.  I had to restrain the evil insatiable bitch in me that wanted to plunge that thick cock right back in his waiting hole.

My cock was covered in lube streaked with a little blood. The fat mushroom head had a little bit of dark brown stuck to it. Something he would shortly be cleaning. I kissed him deeply again and took off his bindings.  On weak rubbery legs I went inside, and got us a couple of glasses of cold Malaga.  He drank and talked about how sore he was going to be, how he had to get up early for work tomorrow, how scared he was with the work man so close, and on, and on, and on.  I sat back on the porch recliner and lit up a long cigarette.  I enjoyed smoking, being naked, listening to crickets sing, on a darkened porch, on a warm Texas night.  The only thing that was bothering me was what felt like a gallon of rapidly cooling slime on my belly and breasts.

I loudly cleared my throat and pointed to the glistening mess, while giving him a meaningful look.  He stopped his endless chatter and looked at me for a long moment, finally comprehension dawned, and he quickly got on his knees. He started slurping and munching off his nastiness.  His tongue was wet, warm and very welcome.  I directed him down to my cock, and he cleaned it all without complaint, I even let him nuzzle my pussy a little.  While she appreciated the gesture, she just smiled sleepily and nodded off again.  The hungry little bitch between my legs was unbelievably, sated for once.  If it was possible for a human to be happier, or more relaxed as I was in that moment I wouldn’t know.  I sat comfortably, looking through the screen at the Texas stars, smoked, and enjoyed the attentive tongue of a lovely, submissive, man.

A couple of hours later, cleaned up, and with him firmly locked back in chastity; I walked him to his car. I gave him a cellphone I purchased for him.  I told him that he would be using that one from now on, and I would be keeping his old one.  I let him know I would explain everything when he came over Friday, and that I expected him to stay for the entire weekend.  He looked like he was going to protest about the phone, and rather than ruin a wonderful evening, I silenced him by kissing him hard on the mouth.  I pushed my tongue deep inside while holding his head.  I ended the kiss abruptly and walked inside closing the door after me.  The silence unbroken, I locked up, hummed happily, and went to bed.