Author's Note: I've tried to write this chapter so that it could be read standalone, but without me reiterating too much of the back story with excessive recapping. Still, it is the second part of a three part story, so I recommend reading from the beginning.
Also, in real life it's important to trust whoever you're playing with, and personal safety is no joking matter. And, don't actually involve innocent participants in your games; that's not cool.
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Chapter Two
Reciting Miss' rules out loud always puts pet in a more pliable state of mind -- more willing to do whatever Miss asks, to please Her.
Noting that he still had a half an hour before he was technically "on the clock" for his remote work, pet decided now would be the perfect time to start grooming Miss' property.
He carefully retrieved his personal grooming kit from the bathroom (even though all he needed were the tweezers), and a simple cloth to sit upon. He spread the cloth on the floor, and sat cross legged, shuffling his uniform's simple apron out of the way.
Pet looked forward to his grooming rituals because it was the only time that he was granted permission to look at and touch Miss' cock without an explicit time limit -- until the job was done. Even the pain of plucking the pubic hairs individually had lessened over the months. Pet wasn't sure if it was because the hairs were getting thinner the more often he plucked, or if the skin was just becoming desensitized to it.
The truth was a little of both, and that his body had started to associate the minor amount of pain caused by plucking with pleasure at being touched. The result being that pet was eager every time the hairs regrew long enough to be plucked again.
Each time, he would start at a different point and methodically work around from there. Some weeks, he would start with the ball hair, some times with the skin around the base of the cock. Occasionally, pet would tire of the tedium and wish he was permitted to shave or wax instead of plucking, but it's not the end result that's important -- it's the journey.
Miss doesn't like shortcuts. It's important for Her that pet is taking the time to properly and personally care for Miss' things. And pet
is
one of Her things. Every minute pet spends plucking pubic hairs at Miss' instruction is a minute pet spends reinforcing Miss' superiority and his own subservience to Her in his mind. It is not wasted time.
Pet goes more slowly this time than last time. He doesn't want another accident. The last time, pet accidentally had an orgasm while tweezing.
At that point it had been two and a half weeks since he'd been allowed to touch Miss' cock (let alone cum) and with shaking hands pet was savouring every touch and pull and pinch of the tweezers. He missed the hairs, and the tweezers grab a generous helping of scrotal skin... it was too much for pet, and he felt his orgasm impending. He immediately dropped the tweezers and let go of Miss' little guy, holding his hand out to catch the cum.
Without any added stimulation the cum didn't shoot out of Miss' cock, but rather slowly oozed a dollop or two into pet's waiting palm. Pet licked up and swallowed the cum, not wanting to compound his error by letting a rare tasty treat from Miss go to waste. Without any physical stimulation on Miss' cock while cumming, pet was left feeling even more frustrated than before his orgasm -- he didn't get to experience any of the euphoria that is supposed to accompany an orgasm.
He had immediately emailed Miss to let Her know, and She was very understanding. "Accidents happen." Still, Miss had not given him permission since then to touch Her little guy. Three weeks ago. It has been longer now since his last orgasm than it was when he had his accident, so pet was understandably apprehensive about having another accident.
Glancing at the clock, pet realized he'd have to finish grooming later; it was time to start work. He picked up the cloth he'd been sitting on, dumping the loose hairs into the toilet, and applied some Witches Hazel against his newly bald skin, to reduce irritation.
Pet's work day is mostly filled with the same standard mundane activities each day. Responding to emails, pushing digital paper around, completing assigned task lists, and the occasional zoom meeting. Fortunately for pet the social culture at his workplace allows him leave the video cameras off for virtual meetings. Regardless, pet has a piece of cardboard taped over his video camera to prevent any accidental exhibitionism.
At first, pet found it very difficult having these meetings fully naked but for his apron while conversing with his colleagues. He would picture what they would say if they knew he was naked; of how embarrassing that would be. Invariable that would cause his apron to tent, with fuelled his embarrassment more, like a perpetual kink-motion machine.
Now, many months later, being in his house uniform is so second-nature to him he doesn't even bat an eye during these meetings. In meetings where he's on mute as a casual observer, he'll even get on all fours and lap water from his water bowl while listening to the meeting without a second thought.
Most days he's able to do his job effectively and efficiently, but on other days he is more easily distracted by Miss' toy. Today, three weeks since his last ruined orgasm, is one of those days. He needs to take frequent breaks to focus his mind. And most of those breaks involve pet finding something to hump like a rutting animal.
Miss is very generous to pet; She permits him to stimulate Her cock however he can as long as he doesn't use his hands, and of course DOES NOT CUM! When he's this frustrated, pet will try and hump just about anything: his office couch, his bed frame, even just the floor. And when those bring him too close to the edge but he can't do
nothing
, he'll lie on his back and furiously fuck the air.
Miss delights in seeing those videos each time pet records them for Her. This is
