BDSM Waxing - a CFnm Story - Sex Stories

BDSM Waxing - a CFnm Story

"Wax U Smooth" read the sign above the small shop in a strip-mall midtown. It looked pleasant enough, but I hesitated at the door.

It was not that I was scared to get hot wax on my balls and ass-crack - I'd been getting waxed for years, as my Mistress Kate insisted I be hair-free from neck to knee - but I hated the thought of getting waxed by a new esthetician. Until now. I'd been going to Mary, a pleasant, middle-aged lady, who'd wax me in her apartment. She didn't judge me when I showed up in panties with my engorged cock head sticking out, or with a cock cage, or with a butt-plug - whatever Kate saw fit to dress me in.

I was all set to visit Mary this week when Mistress intervened. "I want you to go to a different place for your waxing today." She'd said. "I've made an appointment for you. Here's the address. Show up at 7 pm, and ask for Kelly."

My Mistress had put my cock in a hot-pink plastic cage last week. For five days, I hadn't been able to touch touch my cock. With each passing hour, my lust increased. and now I was a hot, horny mess. To make it worse, Kate had inserted a purple butt-plug in my ass hole today, and completed the ensemble by dressing me in her used bikini briefs. It was pale pink and stained with her cunt-juice and skid marks. I'd rubbed the panties on my face reverentially before wearing them, inhaling her scent, my dick vainly trying to assert itself through the cock cage.

So here I was, caged, plugged and dressed in panties, having to ...

... bare all to a stranger. I sighed, and went through the door. The doorbell made a pleasant noise as I went in, and a pretty woman at the reception looked up. She was around twenty-five, of medium height, with shoulder-length black hair. Her gray eyes were complemented by her flawless, fair skin. High cheekbones and a full-mouth completed the gorgeous face.

The goddess smiled at me. "How may I help you?"

"Hi. My name is John. I have an appointment with Kelly."

"I am Kelly." She replied. "You are not John, you are fuckpuppy." It was not a question, but a statement. My heart skipped a beat. She knew my slave name! What else did she know about me?!

"Go down the hallway to the second room on the right." said Kelly as she went to the front door. I noticed she turned the "Open" sign off and locked the door. I gulped, her use of my slave name having completely thrown me off. I was unsure what to expect - which is exactly what she wanted.

I walked slowly down the hallway. There were four rooms on each side. The first room on the left was an office, occupied by a young Asian guy tapping at a keyboard. He didn't look up as I passed by.

The second door on the right was open. The waxing table was directly behind the door, with a countertop and cabinets on the far wall. And in the corner, stirring the pot of melting wax, was a stunning blonde!

She looked up as I came in, her eyes studying me. I'd been running and swimming since high-school, and my thirty year-old body ...