Weeks had passed, with almost every night my Mistress claiming me, training me, using me.
She taught me about true submission, the offering of power and control to another, and how that took time to develop the trust necessary for it to become fulfilling. We discussed so many things, in between the sexual fun! Oh, and about that, the sexual fun, I want to share an account of one of those times...and my reward!
It was about two weeks after our first encounter, when my Mistress sent me a text message:
COME TO MY APARTMENT AT 8, SHAVE ALL HAIR FROM YOUR BODY WITH THE EXCEPTION OF YOUR HEAD
To say I was shocked is an understatement. Yet, I also felt a twinge from my cock. I had already been trained by my Mistress that no reply was needed, just my obedience. So, I went into my bathroom and stripped, and began doing as my Mistress had commanded me. I started by shaving my legs and armpits, a completely new experience for me! I admit, my cock was hard by the time I finished, wondering why a total hair removal was needed.
Shaving my pubic region was easier, as I always kept myself well-groomed, trimmed. Still, shaving my balls completely made me nervous! By the time I was done, I was rock hard, and also perfectly smooth from my neck down to my toes. It had taken longer than I expected, as I realized I also had to shave my chest. That led to shaving my arms. When I was done, I knew I couldn't do much about my back, not with the tools I had at hand. Yet, as I looked in the mirror, the only visible hair on my body was on my head, just as my Mistress had commanded!
By the time I arrived at my Mistress's apartment, I was freshly showered, smooth everywhere I could reach, and incredibly turned on, wondering what the night would hold.
She answered my knock at her door in the usual manner. She was wearing only high heels, a tiny silk thong that clearly left little to the imagination, and a silk bra that seemed to accentuate her firm breasts, barely covering her dark nipples. I knew the drill...as soon as the door opened I was to step in and undress.
The door closed behind me as I finished stripping, then slipping to my knees, spreading my legs wide apart, my cock hard, throbbing, my hands placed on my thighs, palms up. My Mistress had taught me to keep my head high, not looking down, to be proud of who I was, as her personal fucktoy. I gazed up at her, my eyes filled with devotion, hoping for her approval.
"Oh my pet, you missed your back!" She said this as she walked around me, dragging her long nails over my smooth skin. I shivered at her soft touch, my already hard cock growing even harder, if that is possible.