Authors note: This story explores the addictive side of being a Femdom slave. How all inhibitions are set aside and the slave is willing to give up his body and his fortune for a life of slavery at the hands of two beautiful Goddesses. The same two women he has masturbated over, many times. All characters depicted in this story are to be considered over eighteen years of age.
Collared. CH - 2
They had me ride in the back. I gave them the address of where I lived, we stopped by and I opened the door of my house. Kia and Jo went in and looked around. It was a simple three bedroom home, nothing fancy but it was in a nice neighborhood. It felt strange letting complete strangers in my home.
I found my laptop and started heading towards the door.
"We are going to need your spare house keys," said Jo.
I pointed to a hook on the wall, and Kia and Jo each took a key and attached them to their necklaces.
When we got back to the car, Jo instantly opened my laptop and started looking around.
I had watched a lot of Femdom porn and I'm sure she will be checking my search history.
I actually felt relieved about finally letting my secret out and having these two women find it.
Next they drove me to a waxing and tanning salon.
I followed my two new owners into the salon and were greeted by the receptionist at the desk.
Kia apparently appointed herself as the spokesperson.
"Our slave here has an appointment for body waxing and tanning," she said nonchalantly.
The hostess didn't react to the word 'slave', she didn't bat an eye.
"What's the name?"
"O.C.," was Kia's reply.
"Oh, I see him on the list, and I see we have a credit card on file, you can go ahead to room number five!"
"Oh, let's use this credit card instead," said Kia, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and handing the receptionist my Visa card.
"Ok, as I said, room number five!"
I wasn't sure if she was just talking to me or not, but my two beautiful owners escorted me to the assigned room.
Kia opened the door and we walked in. I could detect the smell of hot wax. We were met by two women in smocks. The two looked at me, then my collar, then one of them looked at the work order and smiled.
You two can wait if you want but this is going to take two or three hours from the looks of him.
"Just call us when he's done," said Kia.
Then she reached into her purse and took out a small box about three inches in diameter. She shook the box and the sound it made indicated that there was something fairly hard in it.
"Here, this is for him when he's done with the waxing!"
She handed the box to the older of the two who knowingly took the box from her and set it to the side.
Then Kia and Jo left.
According to their nametags, the older women was Cindy and the younger was named Amy.
Ok, let's get started, we'll need you to disrobe," said Cindy.
I started taking my clothes off as the two women watched, obviously mapping out my body for focal points of the waxing. I stopped at my underwear. I paused for a minute.
"You can leave them on for now if it makes you more comfortable," said Amy, "but you're going to have to get used to almost constant nudity from now on!"
So I left them on and Cindy motioned for me to get up on the table.
The two of them started with my upper chest. Cindy made small talk with me as the warm substance was spread on my semi-hairless chest.
"So, how long have you been collard," she asked matter of factually.
I gulped at her direct question, she must have sensed my discomfort.
"Oh, no need to be embarrassed, we get a few collared slaves in here, both male and female.
That seemed to put me as ease a little.
"Just collared today, it was a shock that I'm still trying to grasp."
"Don't worry Hun, submissive slaves seem to be the happiest clients."
The two women worked on me for the next hour, doing my front and back. I screamed in pain a couple of times but the women were gentle.
Then came the time that I knew was inevitable.
"It's time to lose those shorts and get your legs up, the ladies want us to focus on your genitals."
I lifted my legs and scooted off my shorts, getting them caught on my erection, Amy helped me get past it while Cindy attached stirrups to the table.
For the next hour I endured the most pain I ever felt. The trash can next to me was filling fast as strip after strip of the wax/hair impregnated fabric kept being yanked from my cock and balls.
The women had me stand and Cindy started taking pictures of my now smooth, hairless body.
"Very nice, let's text those pictures to his owners!"
Cindy started tapping on her phone and soon the pictures were sent.
"Amy," said Cindy
"Go see if a tanning bed is ready!"
Amy peeked her head out the door.
"Number three is open!"
"Good, let's get him over there," said Cindy.
"But first we have one other thing to do."
Just then Cindy retrieved the box and cut it open with her knife. Inside was a black cloth bag. She opened the bag and dumped out the contents. By the sound of it hitting the bench I could tell it was metallic.