Another day late for work, with the new sensation of my cock cage lumbering under my panties, my hair still plastered down to my head from my session with my Mistress and the feeling of my hairless legs and ass under the silky material of my panties. The strong smell of my wife's feminine moisturizer, making a silent announcement of my new found femininity, certainly made me self conscious of standing close to anyone.
I must say the contradictions of going to my "manly" job after being put in such a "womanly" position at home, left me feeling out of place in my job and in my relations with other males. My boss gave me a stern warning about being late again, saying that he would have to put something in my file and the next infraction would result in a formal, written warning. My apologies would do nothing to help this situation but I gave them anyway, sincerely feeling them necessary.
My hairless cock was a constant reminder to be conscientious and careful about my actions. I didn't want to do anything stupid or get myself injured. I had a vision of myself being administered to by a team of paramedics, laying on the plant floor in my panties with the cock cage exposed. Mine wasn't a particularly dangerous job but the threat of injury was there, I had seen more than one co-worker mangled in the regular course of duties so I knew full attention to my surroundings was required. However practical my caution was, it did tend to slow me down.
I made it home on time though, something I didn't seem to have a problem with. My Mistress was waiting for me with a look of amusement on her face. Before completing my usual homecoming ritual of stripping and donning my cuffs, she instructed, I was to remove the rest of my body hair and shower.
I thought the loss of my pubic hair and leg hair already demeaning. I didn't see much difference in losing my chest and back hair so I submitted meekly. I was stripped and waiting for the shower to warm up when Mistress Cassandra entered holding an electric trimmer.
"Turn off the shower." She instructed.
"But, you don't need those for my chest and back hair." I could have used the trimmer for my thick pubic and leg hair, but my chest hair was thin and sparse, my back hair almost non-existent. I turned off the shower.
"When are you going to learn to stop questioning me? I need it for your head."
"My head? Why my head." I whimpered.
"As a sign of your subservience to me, dummy." She said this with a flat toneless voice. " I think it will look good on you and it is all the rage these days. At least I'm letting you keep your eyebrows."
"Oh god." was all I could say as she maneuvered me to a sitting position facing away from the toilet as she straddled it and brought the clippers to my head. I cried as my hair fell on the floor and Mistress made soothing noises to me. When she lathered my head and applied the razor, I was resigned to the situation.
I entered the shower, wetted down and let her apply shaving cream to my back, removing the thin hair with proficiency. She left me to my own devices and I removed my chest and arm hair.
Upon exiting the shower I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "what a freak". The cool air on my skin felt strange and I rubbed my bald head, wondering how this was going to be seen at work. What kind of questions I was going to encounter from friends and neighbors. I applied more scented cream to my whole body, reflecting that I would have to buy more, and went off to find what was in store for me.
When I entered the bedroom, there was my wife, dressed in a classic dominatrix outfit that I had never seen before. Usually she dominated me in revealing underwear or lingerie. This was a new aspect along with everything else that happened today. Her gorgeous figure was clad, head to foot, in skintight shiny vinyl. A wide vinyl belt that laid just above the widest part of her hips with a large silver buckle. I noticed zippers, one that went from her belt line in front, through her crotch and ended at the belt line in back, and two more that were obviously for exposing her breasts. She had tall vinyl boots that ended just below her knees with three inch heels. Her hair was pulled back in her severe style that I loved so much. Her makeup was heavier than usual, making her seem a little slutty.
"Do you like it slave?" she did a slow turn, my breath catching as her perfect ass was revealed to me. If I wasn't her slave already, I would have fallen to my feet in front of this perfect vision and professed my undying devotion. As it was I dropped to my knees with a look of gratitude in my eyes and said, "You're lovely Mistress Cassandra".
"Come, get off your knees slave, I've got something for you too." There on the bed was a set of white lingerie, bra, panties, garter belt, and hose, a red pleated skirt and a white silky blouse with a rounded off collar. There was also a blond wig, a false nail set and some pieces of jewelry, pearl earrings, a pearl necklace and a gold tennis bracelet. I looked from the bed with it's presents to my wife and back again, knowing full well that I would be wearing these things and starting to feel my cock swell in it's confines just thinking about it. "When you are dressed as a woman your name will be Sissy, if you are not dressed as a woman and I call you Sissy you will take that as a signal that I want you in your Sissy clothes."
"Thank you Mistress," were the only words I could summon.
First I had to submit to having both ears pierced. I endured this like I did all the pain that was dished out, surprising myself by feeling an erotic twinge as the needle passed through. After bathing my lobes with peroxide I reached up to touch them and gave my Mistress a sheepish grin.
