WAX ON-WAX OFF

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

( PART I)

My little stockbroker came over a couple of days ago.  The chastity is really beginning to bother him.  I told him to purchase a chastity device, one of the cute little ones with the plastic shield.  Instead he buys a metal cock cage.  I know he thinks it’s manlier, and it allows him limited access to his cock, but it still prevents him from getting an erection, and he can’t play with himself in any meaningful way. 

So in his desire to have a “cooler” chastity device (Funny isn’t it?), he is instead being driven crazy by the constant sensation which he can never relieve.   Since he doesn’t live with me (yet), and I have the only key he calls me often, and has developed an ever so slight, cute whine in his voice.   I’ve told him it’s his own fucking fault and not to count on me taking it off for at least 2 weeks.  The stupid bitch actually told me over the phone, that it wasn’t fair.  Lol!

 I bit my tongue instead of lashing out, like he well deserved.  I told him that he needed to come over the next day, for a little preparation before the weekend.  “Wha….what are we doing?”  He asked with a little curiosity, and trepidation.  I told him just be here at 6:00 and hung up.

Unbeknownst to my cute little dove, I purchased a professional salon grade waxing kit with plenty of rolls of hemp and eucalyptus fiber strips.  They are preferred by the “back to nature community” and they do have some antiseptic properties.  Though they do a good job, in reality they hurt about 10 times worse than cotton strips.  Yes.  Yes, I am truly am a bitch.

I don’t have a play room…yet.  (Still building and moving in), but I have boxes filled with more restraints, and toys than you could count.  So I also purchased a heavy duty massage table and fixed 4 leather restraints to the table’s metal legs.  I have it on my covered deck in the back.  I like to work outside, what can I say?

When he came over he was almost 15 minutes early, which I adore, but I did say 6:00 pm so I made him wait a full 15 minutes in the Texas summer sun.  He was sweating when I let him in.  It had been a few days since our last adventure  and I wanted to kiss that sweet boyish face right then and there, but I restrained myself, and told him with a cold look, “Strip.”  His smile died (Sad I know, because he has a nice one), he hung his head, and began stripping off his clothing.  He’s still a little shy with me and left his underwear on.  I waited.  Not saying a word, he finally looked at me, and I raised an eyebrow (Yes, I’ve always been able to do the Spock thing).  He quickly took them off.

…And there it was.  His poor abused penis and balls in that atrocious cock cage which he purchased.

“I’ll bet you want that off don’t you Cunt II (his current name), I said with a little laugh.  It must be so sweaty and itchy pressed against all of that hair,” I said with tenderness.   He nodded miserably.  I know he was thinking that there was no way he was getting it off today, I did say 2 weeks.   So he looked at me in slack jawed shock when I walked over and unlocked him.  God it was so funny.  I let the cage fall on the tile with a clatter, and his body almost heaved with the pleasure of the freedom. I stepped away and turned my back on him trying to hide my laughter, I almost gave myself hiccups. LOL!

After a moment I composed myself and turned back toward him, and of course he had humorous smile on his face which almost made me break into laughter again.  I wanted to fuck him right in my entryway, soooo bad!  He’s just so cute, so needy, and soooo mine.   I took a deep breath and slapped him hard.  It was perfect.  Right in the hollow of his cheek and it sounded like a fucking gunshot!  It helped me get back under control, and his smiling face just crumpled as his eyes watered.    I looked at him with a stern authority that I did not feel, but I was getting my groove back.

“You will go take a shower.  You will find shampoo and shower gel laid out for you.  You will clean yourself thoroughly.  When you are done, you will find body spray next to the sink.  It has a clean, feminine smell.  You will apply it liberally all over your body, especially the crack of your pretty bitch ass, and your pathetic cock and balls.  It will make your skin smooth and you may feel a sensation of warmth, with some flushing.  This is perfectly normal.  (What I didn’t say is it makes it much easier to wax off his hair, but has the unfortunate side effect of make the skin quite tender…Lol! I’m such a bitch!)

He hurried past me and ran upstairs.  I kicked his clothing into a pile in the corner, but I took his cell phone out of his pants.  I had plans for that later.  I could hear the shower going upstairs and I knew that this being his first experience in real chastity; he would be doing nasty things to himself in a few moments.  Despite my orders to the contrary, hot water, freedom, and privacy would be a little too much for my darling at this stage.

Except for an occasional cigar I don’t smoke anymore.  It has required a lot of discipline on my part, and I admit, I do miss it.  However there is one exception.  When I ‘play’ I do what I want.  What good is debauchery if you can’t be debauched?  I lit a long cigarette and inhaled deeply.  With my senses tingling from the nicotine rush, I grabbed a birch switch I had cut earlier, and marched upstairs.

I walked slowly into the upstairs bathroom.  My shower/tub has a pebbled glass partition that allows you to see shapes clearly, but no details.  I smoked and watched for a few moments.  He looked like he was washing his hair, which really surprised me.  I expected to see his hand furiously jacking his cock.  I waited a little longer, but it didn’t look like he was doing what I expected.  I slid the shower door open, with the angriest expression I could muster.  “Have you been playing with yourself Cunt II?” I said loudly.  Like a scared rabbit, he jumped a foot in the air, and simultaneously spun around, his hands instinctively covering his cock.  I laughed a little, I simply couldn’t help it.  The wide eyed fearful stare just did me in.

What he was trying to cover was so swollen and hard that it didn’t look the same.  Cunt II has a nice cock.  It’s not porn star big, but it’s fairly large, thick and meaty.  When I began seducing him months ago, I found him shy, and rather feminine.  I pictured him with a cute pee-wee cock.  Something I could abuse while I feminized him.  That was the plan, but now I wasn’t so sure.  It seemed a waste of such a nice cock, and this moment was a perfect example. 

It was pointed almost straight up.  Not straight out, straight up.  It literally pressed against his belly like he was lying down.   Its normal fleshy color had changed to a reddish purple, every vein stood out.   The head had turned the color of a bruise and was beaded with droplets from the shower.   I was getting that weird duality vibe I get with Cunt II.  I want to dominate him, but simultaneously I wanted him to suddenly become a real man and take me like a woman.  It’s funny, if he would have grabbed me right then, pulled me into the shower, stripped me down, fought off my token protests, and fucked me like his woman, it would have been over.  I could never dominate a man like that, nor would I want too.

I’ve never seen a man so fucking hard.  His cock looked like a battering ram, and right then my pussy was in serious need of some battering.   Just looking at it made me hungry, I wanted to kneel in the hot shower spray, cup those big balls and suck that big, fat, purple cock head …..but then Cunt II opened his stupid mouth. “Mistress, it’s not my fault.  I swear I didn’t touch it.  It just got hard on its own, please believe me.” He whined, while eyeing the switch in my hand.  Poof!  Quick as that, the vibe was gone, my nasty fantasies shattered.  I believed him too.  Cunt II is almost insufferably honest.  I switched him hard anyway for fucking up my little day dream.  He shrieked and twisted delightfully as the switch hit the back of his wet legs. 

I switched him right out of the shower and he did his little girlish dance for me, his proud cock deflating as he gasped and begged me to stop.  I stopped switching him, and told him some bullshit about freedom being a great responsibility, and if he wanted to be trusted with freedom he needed to be responsible etc.  I really did believe him, but instructing him like a parent, and seeing him almost pout at the injustice of it all, just turned me the fuck on. LOL!  I pointed my switch at the lotion.  It’s one of those warming lotions that bring a strong flush to the skin for tanning.  He put it on quickly while trying to watch me without appearing to.  I looked at him with a frown of disapproval, and smoked while he worked.  He was about halfway done and I could tell he was feeling it warm up.  He looked a little worried about putting it on his balls, and the crack of his ass.  A single gesture with my switch was all it took to assure him that he would be putting it everywhere.

His whole body was flushing a nice pinkish tan when he was done.  I stepped to the side and pointed out the bathroom door with my switch.  “Get down stairs”, I said coldly.  Hanging his head he began walking past me.  I noticed that the back of his legs had bright red streaks from the switching I gave him in the shower. 

Now I ask you, who can possibly resist?  A naked man, with a cute ass walking in front of you, down a stair case, and you have a switch in your hand.  What would you do?

OMG! He howled, shrieked, danced, clutched his ass, ran down the stairs, looked ahead, looked behind, all the while trying to keep his balance.   It was just too much for me, I almost fell I was laughing so hard.  He ran so damned fast LOL!  By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs he had sprinted across my living room, leaped over a couch like a fucking Gazelle, and I assumed was all the way back into my entryway.  I just couldn’t take it.  Whatever thoughts I had of being a cold ultra bitch or strict mistress just dissolved.  I just lay down at the base of the stairs, clutched my tummy and laughed like I haven’t laughed in years.  Tears streaming, laughing, and the stupid hiccups.  I always get the hiccups when I laugh, it’s so fucking dumb, and just makes me laugh harder.

I’ve been a Domme to men before, and it was always so sexy, but also with a layer of seriousness to it.  It was a state of mind, a groove if you will, but there was something different about this man; something naïve, innocent, and endearing, yet at the same time possessed of athletic grace.  I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with this beautifully strange man.  However, whatever it was, it was going to be a lot of fun. 

I had finally calmed down enough that I was just giggling a little (Yes damnit, I giggle) and the hiccups had slowed down enough that I could finally breathe.  Cunt II walked carefully into my tear stained vision, looking worried, which almost set me off again.  “Are you alright Mistress, did you fall? He asked with real concern and tenderness.  He held out his hand for me and I don’t know, I was in a strange state after laughing so hard.  Perhaps it was his look which is so fucking honest it’s almost sick.  He wears his heart on his sleeve, and it’s not so much that he’s incapable of hiding his feelings; it’s that it never occurs to him to do so.  (And yes, it melted my cold bitchy heart).  I let him lift me up, and before he could destroy the moment with his stupid mouth.  I hugged him tightly, kissed him deeply, and whispered, “thank you.”  He seemed a bit surprised, and wanted to say something.  I squeezed him tightly for a moment, and said, “Don’t.”  Thankfully, he seemed to understand and remained silent. 

With what sternness I could muster I told him to go to the back door in the kitchen and wait for me there.  I turned away from him as he walked away, not trusting myself to look at him.  Once he left I washed up in the bathroom, and got myself under control, wiping my tears, some of which were not from laughter.  Fuck! Was I falling in love with him?

After about 10 minutes of decompressing and getting back into a good ball-breaking-bitch groove, I met him in the entryway.  He saw the look I gave him and hung his head.  I opened the door, grabbed his collar, and walked him out onto my deck.  The deck is screened with a roof, and it’s the perfect place to sit and watch a good Texas thunderstorm.  The screen is designed so you can see out almost perfectly, but if you look from the other direction it just looks like a dark grey sheen.  Of course Cunt II didn’t know that, so when I pulled him naked onto the deck and he saw 3 work trucks, and 6 men hooking up electricity to my new stables less than 40 yards away, he froze in place.   “What’s the matter darling”, I asked with innocent sweetness.   He had gone pale, and froze in place.  “I…I can’t do this”, he said with so much shame and embarrassment that you could cut it with a knife.  I knew from his tone that I had crossed a line.  The thought of being found out, of being seen by other men was too much for the poor dear.  I could tell he was about to quit on me, so I gently took his hand and told him about the one-way screens.  He looked at me uncertainly, which pissed me off because I may withhold information, and I may be a bitch, but I rarely lie. 

He waved a couple of times at the workmen, and even did some jumping jacks.  There were several times that one of the workmen looked right in our direction but no one reacted to me holding hands with a naked man wearing a dog collar, which they sure as hell would’ve done if I was lying about the screens.   He relaxed a little and looked at me.  “Mistress, I’m sorry, but I was afraid they woul…..”CRACK!”  I didn’t let him finish, I slapped his face hard, and grabbed his ear.  I twisted it roughly and pulled his face to mine.  He was gasping at the sudden violence, and his eyes were watering in shock and pain.  I looked the bitch right in the eye.  “Don’t you ever!... second guess me.   You implied that I was lying.  I don’t need to lie to a bitch like you.” I said in lethal whisper.   He was in too much shock to say anything, which was a good thing for him.  I hauled him by the ear to the massage table, and told him to lie on his belly.  He looked worried but did so without a word.

I quickly began locking him in the leather restraints I had fixed to the legs of the table.  I knew that what I planned on doing would make him fight the restraints, but the table was really heavy.  He wouldn’t be going anywhere.  After I had him tightly secured I told him to try to break free.  He grunted and struggled until the leather creaked, but it didn’t budge a bit.  I nodded with satisfaction watching him squirm.

I went inside and poured a cold glass of a nice Spanish Malaga, lit a long cigarette and walked back out.  I was barefoot, wearing a white riding blouse, and a comfortable pair of True Religion jeans.  Currently I’m running back and forth as various contractors work on my property and ask me endless questions.  Sadly the fun Domme regalia was just not going to work for me today, and I was in a real leather mood too.  I sipped some wine and smoked as I examined his back.  He had nice muscle tone, and he wasn’t real hairy, just about typical I guess.  I kissed his back gently, and licked slowly all the way up to his neck.  His ‘typical’ male hair was about to be a thing of the past.

I giggled as I opened the wax warmer; my pussy was becoming moist with anticipation.  I took the long brush and began applying the warm wax over the top of his back.  “Wha…What are you doing?” He whined in apprehension.  He knows better to speak to me without permission.  “Shut. Up.” I said warningly, while gently touching the hot tip of my cigarette on his back.  He hissed in pain, but he got the message.  With the wax still warm I quickly put the rough fiber strip across, and really rubbed it in.  His body hair becomes trapped in the rapidly cooling wax and in the porous fibers of the cloth.  Like glue, the hair becomes hopelessly entangled.   I had carefully watched the instruction video which described tightly grasping the cloth strip and ripping it quickly off in a sweeping motion across the body.  Never up and out the cute male technician warned. The man on the video explained that doing this would still pull the hairs out, but it would cause unnecessary pain.  He was also very explicit about grasping the cloth tightly, because if it slips out of your grasp you might only get half of the strip requiring you to pull twice making it twice as painful.  I guess I’m just not bright enough to follow instructions.  Not only was I pulling “up and out” and much too slow, I was just all fumble fingers today…giggle.

OMG! You should have heard him.  You would have thought I was skinning him alive (it probably felt that way, poor thing).  His skin made sensitive by my special warming lotion, and my improvised waxing technique created the most delicious gasping, breathless, scream you’ve ever heard…and his skin turned a beautiful shade of utterly hairless pink.  I squeezed my legs together, and did a little panting of my own.  There’s just something about making a tied man miserable, which turns me into molten fire.   I warmly licked the smooth pink strip I had made, and begin waxing the next level.  

By the time I had reached that cute ass of his I had already refilled my wine once, had another cigarette, and a quick, but hard, touchless orgasm.  That nice strip of hair on his low back,  got him really begging.  The hairs were long and sooo.. tender.  I took my time on that one, and he didn’t so much scream, as sob uncontrollably.  Laying on top of his warm hairless back whispering sweet nothings, and licking his tears sent me right over the edge.  I was just thinking about stripping out of my clothes when I heard the crunch of boots on gravel.  I had been so into ‘things’ that I wasn’t watching the workmen.  There had been constant background babble as they were installing a large electrical box on the side of my stables.  I guess I didn’t notice the silence.

I looked out across the yard, and the workmen were all talking and kinda staring at my screened in porch.  Cliff, the contractor I’m dealing with, was walking across the yard toward the porch.  Cliff is a nice old Texan.  He owns a small electrical contracting company, but his real love is horses, and can talk about them all day.  He’s a very polite, old school gentleman, but one look at him and you know he’s got a spine of steel, and is tougher than an old fence post.  He’s the type of man that commands respect just by existing.  He stopped about 15 feet away from the screen, and although he couldn’t see anything, ( I know I’ve tested it myself, unless you press your face against it, you can’t even see shadows), it was still a bit unnerving.

“Lil?  Mam?  Is everything all right in there? “ he said with a warm Texas drawl, and a look of worry.  Cunt II had gone pale, and completely still. (Lol, sometimes life is so surreal)  I decided honesty was the best policy.  I laughed a little and said,  “Yeah, everything’s alright Cliff, I’m just waxing my boyfriend.”
Cliff chuckled a little, “I guess that’s who I heard screaming and yelling.”  He still had that worried look and said,  “If you don’t mind me asking Lil, what do you mean waxing?  I laughed again.  I would bet a thousand dollars he had not the slightest idea what waxing was. I explained that it was for removing hair, and maliciously went into detail about how I preferred my men smooth.  The uncomfortable look he was wearing as I went into detail was hilarious.  I asked him if he would like to watch me do it.  LOL! He actually took a step back.  “Oh no Mam, I’m sure you have things well in hand, I just wanted to make sure everything was all right, I’ll just get back to work he said a little too quickly.  I laughed again as he walked away, but I said in all seriousness, “Thanks Cliff.”

The crack of his cute ass was going to be a real challenge.  It was thick with a forest of ugly hair, all weird angles and planes.  I thickly coated the wax deep into his crack, rubbed in the fibrous strips and started ripping.  Huge tufts of hair were being torn out and despite the fact that this must have hurt worse than anything I had yet done, his awareness of the other men had him holding it in.  He just gasped, grunted, and gritted his teeth as I worked.  I was so proud of him.  The sensitive hairs rights around his little brown button were especially delightful.  I loved ripping them out.

His legs went without much complaint, but the inner thighs had him twisting and cursing softly, (Still trying to avoid the men hearing him).  The back of his balls however?  That was another story.  I coated it with thick wax, and rubbed the fiber cloth in hard.  He groaned in pain.   Unlike the rest of him his balls are quite mobile, and if you’re not smart enough to hold them down with one hand while you rip the cloth off with the other. It can be really…’difficult’. Unfortunately I wasn’t smart enough.  It took me 5 tries to get it off.  His fear of the workmen hearing him was completely forgotten.  His body broke out into a sweat and he twisted and screamed like he was dying.  As for me?  I squeezed my legs together, bit my lip and came like a fucking volcano.

I let him rest for a full 30 minutes.  It took me 15 just to pry myself off the top of him where I shook and gasped.  My pussy throbbed with pleasure.  I ripped my clothes off, it was hot anyway.   I refreshed my wine, lit another long cigarette, and fell into a chair.  It was so peaceful, so nice.  I had a nice buzz from the wine, savoring a good cigarette, and feeling my pussy spasm with aftershocks.  Just knowing we were only half done and I still had hours of pleasure left made ‘Little Lillith’ (my pussy), spasm a little harder.  I patted her warm wetness affectionately.  Anything to make little Lil happy.  Anything.