The lights on Elm Street were amazingly bright. Larissa walked slowly, her brown eyes darting side to side as she kept her boy within her line of sight. His small boned frame encased in a black leather cat suit and knee high boots looked entirely feminine from the back; especially since she had told him long ago to let his blonde hair grow out into a mass of curls. She smiled to herself, watching as he made his way unsteadily toward their destination. He had no real idea what she had in store for him on this night. She was sure he would meet this little challenge. After all, she had been preparing him for months. Larissa reached her boy’s side just as he arrived at the club’s entrance. The doorman gave their ID’s a cursory glance before waving them through.
Inside, all was noise and laughter, smoke and music. Bass throbbed through speakers located through out the small club, making conversation difficult at best. She snagged his hand with her own and tugged him forward. “Time for a drink, Jordana.”
~Eight months earlier~
Larissa awakened to the feel of her boy curled around her backside, his body donating his heat to keep her warm. She yawned and stretched before prodding him awake with a fingertip. “Get up, you overslept, again.” He jumped and she laughed to herself at his wide-eyed appearance. His body was lithe and trim, covered with a fine sprinkling of pale blonde hairs over lightly tanned skin. Even his green eyes gave every appearance of innocent young androgyny. She mused for a moment before deciding that today would begin their next phase in his training. After a shower and breakfast, Larissa gave him a list of tasks to complete before her next visit. Most of these were as per usual but Larissa added a new one: the task of complete bodily hair removal. Well-trained, he knew not to second-guess her. However, Larissa could see the questions in Jordan’s clear green eyes. She left him with a kiss and a grin. This was going to be fun.
Jordan was more than curious about Larissa’s new order. It offended something deep down inside of him. Knowing his small stature and delicate bone structure gave him every appearance of almost femininity; he had always kept himself as well toned and masculine as possible. Yet, here she was giving him the order to remove one of the few things that actively showed his gender. He debated not doing it. The thought was almost more than he could bear. In the end, he had two choices. Do as she commanded or ask for release from service. He could not ask for a release for such a small thing. With a heavy heart, he went to find out the best types of hair removal for himself.
Two days passed before he arranged for a complete body wax. The procedure was both more and less painful than he expected, but took hours. Two girls worked on him, giggling lightly as they applied the warm wax and ripped it off again and again. His entire body ached by the time they were finished. There was absolutely no hair left, even his sparse groin hair was gone. He was tremendously embarrassed and flabbergasted at the amount they charged to cause him such discomfort. Once home, he stripped out of his jogging suit and gave himself a thorough once over in the mirror. He felt gay and not in anyway that could be considered happy or joyful.
He made his way slowly to the bathroom and ran a nice cool shower. He got in and allowed the coolness to calm the burning of his skin. He ran his fingers along his body as he lathered up. He felt like a girl for God’s sake! It did not take long for him to realize that he was more sensitive as his soft cock slowly raised to attention beneath his soapy hands. He knew better than to get off. That pleasure was for Larissa alone, but that did not stop him from enjoying the smoothness of his own skin beneath his hands.
Larissa arrived the next day. Together, they explored his new sensitivity. She was delighted by his new look and let him know it countless ways: a stroke along a hairless belly or quivering flank, a kiss on smooth legs, a smile as she looked into his green eyes framed by beautifully sculpted eyebrows. By the end of their visit, Jordan was as pleased as she was. Waxing became a monthly occurrence and the only thing added to Jordan’s list of duties. Soon, he began to believe it was really his own idea. Larissa just smiled and enjoyed the feeling of hairless boy flesh quivering beneath her hands.
The next stage was a little more difficult for all involved. Larissa had given her boy two months to become accustomed to the idea of being completely hairless. It did not take nearly that long, but she wanted him to be at ease with it before she introduced her next step. Jordan was bound across a small ottoman, his taut butt pleasantly welted by an earlier strapping. She massaged his ass using scented herbal oil paying special attention to the crevasse, sliding her fingers along the crack before easing first one finger then two into his virginal ass hole. He jumped and moaned slightly but never moved a way from her hands.
With economical grace, Larissa stood and walked to her tote. A tiny tube of lubricant and a small anal probe soon offered themselves up from the tote’s depths. She moved silently to her place behind him enjoying the sight of his red, welted butt.
“Ok. Relax, this won’t hurt a bit.” Larissa smiled as she watched him struggle to control his immediate reaction. He wanted to see what she was doing. She knelt behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart, squirting lube deep within his puckered brown hole. Jordan began to squirm, fiercely. She stopped her attempt at once and stepped away.
“Look, Boy, we can either do this my way or I can untie you and leave. I have done things your way for far too long. If that is the type of submissive you want to be, one who doesn’t want to test his boundaries, a bottom that thinks he is a top, that’s fine with me. I won’t be happy about releasing you, but I will.” Larissa grew silent as she let her softly spoken words sink in. “Is the problem one of trust, Boy?”
“No, Ma’am,” was Jordan’s solemn reply.
“What is the problem?”
“I don’t want to be a bitch boy, Ma’am.” He spoke with a bit more spirit.
“Would you prefer I do these things with someone else?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“So then, what am I to do, Jordan? I want to do this. I want you to let me. Your only choice is whether I release you from service or you let me do what I choose to do. There are no other choices.” Larissa waited silently, her body thrumming with repressed anger at the denial. She swallowed it down with some effort and waited for Jordan to speak. Five minutes later, he did so.
“Please Ma’am, continue.”
