"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 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 two women, both fully clothed. My dick, encased in a pink cock cage, hung limp. Kate's panties hugged my thighs, which somehow seemed more obscene than full nudity.
