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This story is dedicated to Lady Orchid, Mystress, the Domme Corps and MystressWorld.com
I spent a great deal of time in that strange place between awake and asleep trying to convince myself I was not dreaming.
The muscles in my shoulders and legs were clearly suggesting this was reality, I would never dream this kind of discomfort. The worst was I could not move to get comfortable. The little bit of motion I actually had only seemed to make it worse.
The piece of fabric in my mouth, now well soaked in my saliva, was decidedly annoying. I could not spit it out all I could do was roll it around and around in my mouth.
All I could smell was a woman. Every breath I took was filled with the scent of a woman. Not the sweet scent of perfume from the nape of a neck but the much more animalistic scent of a very aroused pussy. With every single breath I had no choice but to breathe it deeply into me.
By far the worst though was my ass. It burned and ached to a level I could have never imagined. Slightly shifting positions to alleviate the pain only found three more painful spots to torment me.
Despite all of this I was horny. Oh God was I horny. My balls ached like never before. All I was aware of was my cock going from raging erection to half hard over and over again. This is what ultimately brought me out of my strange trance of pain and lust. I had to get some relief for my cock and balls, I had to cum, I could not stand it anymore.
I tried to get my bearings. The little bit of light streaming from the gap in the blinds suggested it was morning. I looked for the clock that had sat on my nightstand. I could faintly see the glow but it was facing away from me. I looked up at the restraints around my wrists and they remained as firmly attached to the headboard as when they had been first fastened.
It came rushing back. Doing Denise a favor, like I could deny her anything, the trip to the special club, realizing I was way over my head, having no choice but to play along, my wardrobe for the evening, hands all over me, humiliation, very turned on, the discipline bench, on my knees in front of Denise, my bound hands, licking Denise's pussy, bound to the bed, the teasing, the begging.
Oh shit! had that really happened?
My present circumstances would suggest so.
I realize what is in my mouth and I again fail to spit it out. I remember Denise standing over me, I'm begging her to let me cum, begging her to untie me and instead she picks up my discarded thong and puts it in my mouth. I watch helplessly as she takes her panties and carefully places them over my nose. She runs one fingernail slowly up the length of my throbbing cock.
"Remember people get to cum, slaves get to "want" to cum," and she walked out.
I have no idea how long I have been here, I moan pittifully into my impromptu gag. All of a sudden the blinds are pulled up, blinding me, and my tormentor stands over me with a predatory smile.
She is dressed like any pretty young woman on her way to lunch but I am terrified of her. The experience from last night remains very clear. Beneath that ever so attractive and innocent exterior lies a tigress and I am fresh meat.
I moan trying to beg arround my gag and she just smiles. My cock immediately hardens for what feels to be thousandth time since this began. The ache in my balls returns with a vengence. Once again her fingernail traces a maddening line up the underside of my cock. I try to thrust my hips to get some more sensation but she just pulls her hand away.
She walks over to my dresser and picks up a camera. She starts to snap pictures of my predicament, finally slowing only to take some close-ups of my desparate cock and balls.
She sits down on the bed, flipping through the pictures, showing me a picture of my raging cock and finally speaks. "It's always important to have a good 'before' picture."
She readjusts her discarded panties over my nose and gets up and leaves the room.
I wait agonized, wanting to beg, wanting to ask a million questions, wanting to cum. None of which is meant to be.
She returns with a bowl of water and a towel. She folds the towel and having me lift my hips places it under my beaten ass. I moan in discomfort, but she ignores me. She returns once more with a razor, a can of shaving cream and a pair of scissors. I start to struggle. She calmly grabs both of my nipples and twists hard.
"Stop struggling! This is going to happen and you are going to accept it. Everyone saw how you reacted last night, I'm just going to help you reach your full potential. Besides we don't want any accidents do we?"
The snip, snip of the scissors ends my pathetic struggles. I watch helplessly as she gathers some of my pubic hair between her fingers and cuts it off with the scissors. The denuding of my groin contines mercilessly until nothing is left but stubble.
"See you already like your new look," she says laughing. To my dismay my cock continues to throb. Her casually moving it side to side to remove my pubic hair has done nothing to diminish my arousal. She takes more pictures.
She then shows me the can of shaving cream. "See it says 'Perfectly Smooth', just what you are going to be."
She carefully begins to lather my cock and balls, holds up the razor and says with a laugh, "Any last words?"
Ever so slowly I watch as she removes every last hair from my cock, balls and pubic area. As much as I am horrified at what is happening to me; my cock stays rock hard, relishing the sensation of my masculinity being stripped away stroke by careful stroke. A constant low moan fills my throat. For the first time in my life I wish my cock would soften, anything would be better than my betraying cock eagerly accepting the sensation of being emasculated. Before I know it the humiliating task is done. She takes a washcloth and wipes away the remaining shaving cream and a few stray hairs. Revealing a cock which I no longer recognize as my own.
"Much better," she claims carefully examining her handiwork, "and obviously you love your little boy look as well." I want to tell her that I hate what she has done to me, what she is turning me into, but all that comes out is pathetic moans.
She takes more pictures and chuckles, "I will give you two a few minutes to say good-bye."
I stare helplessly at my bare cock and balls, trying to will myself soft, anything to make it look like I am not hopelessly aroused by the treatment I am receiving.
She quickly returns and without a word places something very cold on my crotch. Seconds ago I was begging for the attention, now I am desperately trying to pull my cock and balls away from the ice pack. She seems to take a great deal of pleasure from my predicament as she strokes and teases my quickly shrinking cock.
Soon my cock looks more pathetic than ever. Not only is it completely hairless but now it is small and shrunken. I start to feel quite sorry for myself; that I can be manipulated and played with so easily.
Humming quietly to herself Denise pulls out a partial plastic ring of some kind and places it at the base of my cock and balls. "I think we can go smaller, don't you agree?" she says looking at me. I have no answer to give as she removes the first ring and replaces it with something smaller.
I watch helplessly as the ring is enclosed and a small plastic tube is produced. Now I recognize what she is doing! I have seen chastity devices before but never even imagined wearing one. I again try to pull my cock and balls away from her but all I get for my efforts is a reminder of how sore my ass is. She feeds my flaccid cock into the tube and produces a small padlock.
Looking me directly in the eyes Denise snaps the lock shut.
"Now listen carefully," she says without a trace of humor in her voice. "In a moment I am going to release you. You will go to the bathroom, remove the rest of this silly hair," she commands while running her fingers through my chest hair, "and this as well," stroking up and down my legs, "take a shower and come downstairs, we have a great deal to talk about."
"And don't bother getting dressed, you are well past that point," she says as she unties my arm from the bed and leaves the room.
I lie completely still, I am almost afraid to move. I painfully move my freed arm and reach down to touch my imprisoned genitals. I can feel nothing through the plastic and my fingers can find no gaps in the torturous device. I struggle to free myself and remove the distasteful gag I have been wearing for so long. I take my first clear breath in hours. I struggle to stand and find it easier to just crawl to the bathroom.
Over an hour later I am standing at the top of my stairs feeling like I have been placed into a different body. The removal of all of my body hair has made my skin exceedingly sensitive. The slightest breath of air gives me goosebumps. I look at myself in the mirror and see a feminized boy staring back at me. My ass is a mass of bruises and welts, with black and blue being broken only by angry red stripes. By far the worst is my cock and balls. The plastic prison keeps my cock pointed submissively downward. My cock is trying to get hard but the short tube makes it impossible. My erections are now rewarded with a dull ache and a maddening sense of blunted arousal. A small little padlock now completely controls my manhood and the key is in the possession of a very cunning woman.
I take a deep breath and take my first step towards complete submission.
I moan trying to beg arround my gag and she just smiles. My cock immediately hardens for what feels to be thousandth time since this began. The ache in my balls returns with a vengence. Once again her fingernail traces a maddening line up the underside of my cock. I try to thrust my hips to get some more sensation but she just pulls her hand away.
She walks over to my dresser and picks up a camera. She starts to snap pictures of my predicament, finally slowing only to take some close-ups of my desparate cock and balls.
She sits down on the bed, flipping through the pictures, showing me a picture of my raging cock and finally speaks. "It's always important to have a good 'before' picture."
She readjusts her discarded panties over my nose and gets up and leaves the room.
I wait agonized, wanting to beg, wanting to ask a million questions, wanting to cum. None of which is meant to be.
She returns with a bowl of water and a towel. She folds the towel and having me lift my hips places it under my beaten ass. I moan in discomfort, but she ignores me. She returns once more with a razor, a can of shaving cream and a pair of scissors. I start to struggle. She calmly grabs both of my nipples and twists hard.
"Stop struggling! This is going to happen and you are going to accept it. Everyone saw how you reacted last night, I'm just going to help you reach your full potential. Besides we don't want any accidents do we?"
The snip, snip of the scissors ends my pathetic struggles. I watch helplessly as she gathers some of my pubic hair between her fingers and cuts it off with the scissors. The denuding of my groin contines mercilessly until nothing is left but stubble.
"See you already like your new look," she says laughing. To my dismay my cock continues to throb. Her casually moving it side to side to remove my pubic hair has done nothing to diminish my arousal. She takes more pictures.
She then shows me the can of shaving cream. "See it says 'Perfectly Smooth', just what you are going to be."
She carefully begins to lather my cock and balls, holds up the razor and says with a laugh, "Any last words?"
Ever so slowly I watch as she removes every last hair from my cock, balls and pubic area. As much as I am horrified at what is happening to me; my cock stays rock hard, relishing the sensation of my masculinity being stripped away stroke by careful stroke. A constant low moan fills my throat. For the first time in my life I wish my cock would soften, anything would be better than my betraying cock eagerly accepting the sensation of being emasculated. Before I know it the humiliating task is done. She takes a washcloth and wipes away the remaining shaving cream and a few stray hairs. Revealing a cock which I no longer recognize as my own.
"Much better," she claims carefully examining her handiwork, "and obviously you love your little boy look as well." I want to tell her that I hate what she has done to me, what she is turning me into, but all that comes out is pathetic moans.
She takes more pictures and chuckles, "I will give you two a few minutes to say good-bye."
I stare helplessly at my bare cock and balls, trying to will myself soft, anything to make it look like I am not hopelessly aroused by the treatment I am receiving.
She quickly returns and without a word places something very cold on my crotch. Seconds ago I was begging for the attention, now I am desperately trying to pull my cock and balls away from the ice pack. She seems to take a great deal of pleasure from my predicament as she strokes and teases my quickly shrinking cock.
Soon my cock looks more pathetic than ever. Not only is it completely hairless but now it is small and shrunken. I start to feel quite sorry for myself; that I can be manipulated and played with so easily.
Humming quietly to herself Denise pulls out a partial plastic ring of some kind and places it at the base of my cock and balls. "I think we can go smaller, don't you agree?" she says looking at me. I have no answer to give as she removes the first ring and replaces it with something smaller.
I watch helplessly as the ring is enclosed and a small plastic tube is produced. Now I recognize what she is doing! I have seen chastity devices before but never even imagined wearing one. I again try to pull my cock and balls away from her but all I get for my efforts is a reminder of how sore my ass is. She feeds my flaccid cock into the tube and produces a small padlock.
Looking me directly in the eyes Denise snaps the lock shut.
"Now listen carefully," she says without a trace of humor in her voice. "In a moment I am going to release you. You will go to the bathroom, remove the rest of this silly hair," she commands while running her fingers through my chest hair, "and this as well," stroking up and down my legs, "take a shower and come downstairs, we have a great deal to talk about."
"And don't bother getting dressed, you are well past that point," she says as she unties my arm from the bed and leaves the room.
I lie completely still, I am almost afraid to move. I painfully move my freed arm and reach down to touch my imprisoned genitals. I can feel nothing through the plastic and my fingers can find no gaps in the torturous device. I struggle to free myself and remove the distasteful gag I have been wearing for so long. I take my first clear breath in hours. I struggle to stand and find it easier to just crawl to the bathroom.
Over an hour later I am standing at the top of my stairs feeling like I have been placed into a different body. The removal of all of my body hair has made my skin exceedingly sensitive. The slightest breath of air gives me goosebumps. I look at myself in the mirror and see a feminized boy staring back at me. My ass is a mass of bruises and welts, with black and blue being broken only by angry red stripes. By far the worst is my cock and balls. The plastic prison keeps my cock pointed submissively downward. My cock is trying to get hard but the short tube makes it impossible. My erections are now rewarded with a dull ache and a maddening sense of blunted arousal. A small little padlock now completely controls my manhood and the key is in the possession of a very cunning woman.
I take a deep breath and take my first step towards complete submission.
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