I am Calva. I am obsessed with hairlessness to the point that my body is waxed and my head is shaved regularly. I am submissive and love to be used by beautiful women to satisfy whatever unusual desires that they might have.
I have recently been with the beautiful Ms Inge Carlson who made me her submissive for the evening. I was stripped naked, flogged and then forced to please her. She did not have to try very hard to make me use my mouth and tongue on her smooth mound and behind. It was humiliating and oh so arousing.
My employer Celeste was told by Ms Carlson that I was quite satisfactory and that she would want to use me again. She also told one of her friends about me. Her friend was apparently some sort of model so I looked forward to finding out about her.
Celeste had ordered me to stop shaving my head for a few days so that my scalp could be waxed. It had been done before and it was no fun but the feeling of complete nakedness after a full body and scalp waxing made me feel extremely submissive and I want to be attractive to the women who wish to use me.
When the hair on my head was about ¼ inch long, she took me into one of the waxing stations and after wiping my head clean, she began to spread hot wax on my scalp. I gritted my teeth but said nothing as I waited for the wax to harden. When it did, Celeste pulled it off quickly, uprooting the sparse regrowth on my head.
My brow line was similarly removed and I was completely hairless once more. She massaged cocoa butter or something similar into my scalp and completed my makeover by drawing arched thin brows with a soft pencil. I liked how I looked in the mirror. There was no doubt that I had the perfect hairless slave look. I wondered whether Celeste would want to take advantage of me but she ordered me back to work.
My last appointment of the day was a friend of Ms Carlson who was supposed to be a local professional dominatrix. Her professional name was Mistress Diva and I had seen her before at the salon getting waxed.
She wore a black leather top over a frilly white blouse showing rather impressive cleavage. Her carefully plucked eyebrows arched as she looked me over admiringly.
"So, you are the slut they call Calva."
"Yes Mistress," I said as I admired her long sleek legs which were shown off beautifully by her matching leather skirt with thigh-high slit sides. My desire to submit to her was palpable.
Mistress Diva smiled nodded in the direction of Celeste who I went to the front of the shop and locked the door. I heard her close the blinds and knew that no one could see in.
"Come closer slut," she whispered and I moved my stool to a position that was almost between her legs. She reached out and rested one manicured hand on my smooth head. I realized that she had not come here to have her nails done.
"Undress her," she said. Celeste approached me and undid the buttons of my blouse and slid it off me. I felt her remove my bra and then she used scissors to cut my thong off. I was nude with my head between Mistress Diva's legs.
A flogger miraculously appeared in Mistress Diva's hands and while she held my head down she began to apply it to my bare back. She had just the right touch. The leather thongs stung but the psychological punishment of being humiliated in my place of work was even more arousing. My nipples hardened as the blows continued and finally she stopped and lifted my chin.
