This story was entirely made possible with the guidance and infusion of ideas and help by Mistress Casey. The story can stand on its own but the characters were developed in the series entitled Spring Walk to a Mistress and Mistress Karinda's Directorial Debut. If you enjoy reading this story please vote or leave a comment.
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The summer was coming to an end the children back in school, most holidays finished as Jace sat in his office thinking of the few times that Mistress had summoned him and taught him a few more of the finer points in serving. He had been so grateful that Mistress had so many things on the go during the summer and that the pager was seldom if ever used. Drifting into a lull of his own thoughts, remember the first time that he found out Denise the girl that sold him the pager was also Mistress's pet and how the two of them took him into a space that he never knew existed.
Could it actually be, the vibrations in the holster that Mistress had given him for the pager was massaging the nerves along his hipbone. Nervously he pulled the electronic text receiver and stared at it in a stunned state. The message in black and white typed out in full, no pitman strokes or acronyms, flashed back and immediately took his mind into a sub state. "Make sure your body is completely washed and shaved. Arrive at My home at Seven PM sharp!"
His mind reeling from the contact, and as he re-holstered the pager, it sat silently on his hip. What could this mean, Mistress had never made such a request before, mentally checking his supplies at home to make sure the razor blades, shaving lotion, and scissors were in an abundant surplus for he would not have a lot of time between work and the arrival time. Going over the message in his head making sure he understood it, completely washed and shaved, sinking in this meant his underarms, legs, chest and his pubic hair, what could this mean? The image he could conjure up was like that of a new born baby, soft cuddly and void of all blemishes, well he would not be like that for he knew no matter how close he shaved their were always tiny bumps or in a few hours stubble, hopefully Mistress would accept this imperfect male and his efforts to please.
Rushing home he headed straight to the bathroom turning on the water to make sure it was nice and hot, standing naked he began with the scissors trimming all the longer hair in his pits, loins, and off his goatee. Grabbing the shaving cream can entered the shower first using the puff washed his body vigorously and then rinsed, applied the cream and began the task of shaving four blades later his fingertips could not feel any hair, a few rough spots and quite a few broken skin dripping droplets of blood. Exiting the steamy shower he applied an antiseptic cream to the nicks making sure no infection took hold. Proud of the way he looked he powdered himself and sprayed on a generous dose of body spray and the deodorant stung his bare pits. Enduring the stinging because it was for Mistress he put on his best dress shirt, a well-pressed pair of black dress slacks over top his black briefs, slipping on his clogs at the front door off he was to this new adventure.
Arriving at the door he could not help glance at the bay window, which had started this whole adventure. Empty now but not the vision and the series of events that had all started when the naked lady of his dreams had motioned him from the public sidewalk into her chamber of diverse kink. The thoughts were bringing a stirring in his loins, but her firm training was preventing his member from standing at attention and tenting his trousers. Knocking lightly as the door slowly opened to reveal Mistress standing there with the sweetest of smiles, but eyes that penetrated and told nothing of what was to follow.
"What are you waiting for, get in out of the night air." said Mistress with laughter in her voice.
Stepping inside the door as Mistress shut it and looked at him no words exchanged his routine began undoing the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off his arms folding it and starting a pile, unclasping his belt, then pants button, sliding down the zipper, all under the watchful eye of the Lady whom had turned him into a fantasy of hers and a dream come true of his, sliding his thumbs pulling them over his hips dropping them to the ground stepping out and picking them up and folding the trousers. Next bending over taking off his socks Mistress slowly ran just the fingertips all over his back and around feeling for hairs but none could be found. The briefs were last and as he slowly displayed himself to her the broad smile crossing her face was enough of a reward that he had pleased her with his body shave.
Reaching for his member she led him into the kitchen instead of down the stairs to the dungeon. Motioning for him to sit in a chair at the table, she rummaged through a cupboard until she found some extra virgin olive oil. Turning to her naked man on a chair she approached with the bottle of extra virgin olive oil and slowly seductively unscrewed the lid. Pouring a few drops on her palm began to massage the virgin olive oil onto his testicles and shaft. Seeing the gleaming residue she fastened onto his sac a ring and then very carefully and undercarriage and then the top and within seconds his shaft was encased in a clear plastic chastity device. Producing a plastic lock she secured and locked the CB3000 onto him and deposited the key into one of the pockets on her outfit.
Gasping not knowing what has happened just before his eyes all he could do was read the instructions that she handed him.
As he read she spoke, "Now when ever your eyes wonder the pain will remind you, who owns this little thing you call your manhood!"
"Mistress, but why?" he asked as his eyes pleaded with her for an explanation.
"Just because I wanted too and it will add to your devotion of Me." was her reply.
