BDSM Waxing - a CFnm Story - Sex Stories

BDSM Waxing - a CFnm Story

... was in great shape. I was a full six feet tall, lean, broad-shouldered and muscled, looking every inch the athlete that I was.

"Hi", she greeted me, smiling. "My name is Jenna. And you are the submissive bitch."

Again, a statement, not a question. I wondered what Mistress Kate told these ladies about me.

"Yes ma'am" I said, eyes cast downward, readily assuming the sub role I was so used to.

"Strip to your underwear and stand in that corner." She commanded me, and turned around, busily putting things away on the counter.

I watched Jenna as I stripped. She was dressed in skirt and blouse, her clothes hugging her slim figure. Her blonde hair was wavy and unruly, and she kept flicking it off her face as she worked. She was beautiful in an every-day sort of way. I wondered what she thought of me.

My reverie was rudely interrupted when Kelly walked in. She didn't spare me a glance, and went straight to the counter.

The two girls chatted quietly as they stirred the wax pot and pulled out gloves. I stood awkwardly in the corner, my jeans and polo shirt on a chair beside me. The door was open, but I didn't dare close it. I folded my hand over my crotch with a misplaced sense of modesty, and waited for their direction.

Eventually, Jenna looked up. "You were right!" She told Kelly, giggling. "He's wearing panties."

"Turn around, panty boy." Said Kelly. "I want to see your butt."

I turned around, blushing. If my Mistress' panties barely covered my crotch, ...

... they pretty much gave up on my butt. Kate was five feet tall and pencil thin, and her panties slipped into my ass-crack, leaving my butt exposed. I might as well have been wearing a thong.

"Bend over." Came the next command. As I followed the instruction, I heard the women walk closer to me. I bent over, legs wide apart, arms above my head, looking and feeling every inch the dominated, submissive pup that I was.

Hands caressed my butt and the inside of my thigh, and I bit back a moan. I desperately wanted the cock cage off, so I could get bone-hard again, and cum...a sharp, stinging slap on my butt jerked me out of my reverie.

"OOOUCH." I cried, standing up, hands on my butt.

"Stay down, bitch." the command in Kelly's voice was unmistakable. I hastily bent down, cursing myself for breaking a cardinal rule of BDSM. Kelly swiftly brought out a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed my hands behind my back.

"Turn around." She said.

I turned around, my ass still stinging, my hands unable to cover my crotch. Jenna came up to me, pulled my head down, and kissed me on the lips. As her tongue explored my mouth, her hand lightly pinched my left nipple and traced its way over my abs to cup my balls through my panties. Her eyes showed her surprise when she touched my cock cage.

"What the hell was that?!" She said aloud.

Kelly laughed out loud. "Pull down his panties, you'll find out."

And so, to my burning shame and humiliation, I was stood cuffed and naked in front of ...