Matts Story Pt 03 1

I awoke to a hand running over my sore ass cheeks. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked back and Mary was kneeling on the bed, slowly and lightly running her left hand over my still sore ass.

"Very red.  Actually looks pretty good," she said, giving my right cheek a hard squeeze, causing me to yelp and jump.

"Still sore?" she asked.  "Roll over."

I slowly rolled over onto my back, my morning wood hard.  Looking down at me, she smiled and ran her hand over my cock, causing it to twitch.

"Want to cum, slave," she asked?

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.  "Very much. Please."

"I like it when you beg," she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and slowly stroking it.  "Lift your legs, high."

I pulled my legs up, holding each by a hand, raising up as high as I could.  She smiled and lifted my ass off the bed until I was almost bent in half.  She moved to sit under my raised ass, keeping it raised.  Then she took my cock in her hand again and started stroking.

"You going to be a good boy for me," she asked. I nodded my head.

"Okay," she said, stroking harder and faster, "Open your mouth wide and hold it like that."

She continued stroking my cock and soon I erupted, shooting a large shot of cum onto my cheek and into my mouth, as Mary aimed my cock.  She continued to stroke, shooting more cum at my face.  Finally, when I was done, she squeezed a last drop and wiped it with her fingers.

"Swallow," she commanded.  I did as she told me, swallowing the cum that filled in my mouth.  Laughing, she leaned over and held her cum covered fingers in front of my face.  "Lick them clean."   I again did as I was told.

She climbed off the bed, letting my ass and legs down.  "Good boy," she said.  "Clean up and get dressed, same pants as yesterday.  Mother is fixing breakfast."

Mary turned and left and as I climbed out of bed, I saw the blinking red light on the camera go out, another video she had done.

I took a shower and got dressed.  I wore the same khaki chinos from yesterday and a clean dark green polo shirt.  I went down to have breakfast, Mary and Mother were just getting done and putting away their dishes.

Mother looked at me and smiled.  "Wow, honey," she said, looking me up and down, staring a bit at my crotch, "I do love the new look."

Blushing, I said, "Thanks, Mom.  It was actually Mary's idea."

Looking at Mary, giving her a smile, Mother said after a few seconds, "Well, I like it and that you are taking control of the new Matt.  Good job."  And she gave Mary an obvious wink.

Mary looked at me and said, "Let's go, bro."

"Yes, Mist...Mary," I said, just catching myself to use her real name.

Mary and I walked out to my car.  Before starting up, I unzipped my slacks and pulled out my half-hard cock.

Smiling at me, Mary said, "Good boy, slave."  And reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said as I drove off.

I don't know if Mary noticed, but I drove quite a bit slower taking her to school, trying to make it last, and her hand fondling my hard cock, as long as possible.

As I pulled up in front of her school, she looked at me with a smile and said, "See you at three, slave. And no cumming or you really will be sorry."   She got out of the car and I drove to my school, a book over my crotch.  I had to sit and calm down for a few minutes before I could tuck my cock back into my slacks and head into class.

After what seemed like a really slow and boring day, I finally was able to head for my car.  I hurried over to Mary's school, parking in front where she could see me.  I fished my cock out of my pants, covering it with a book. It was already starting to get hard as I thought about what she might do to me.

Mary walked out and down the sidewalk, her best friend Irma with her.  The two of them chatted and laughed as they approached the car.  I was taken completely by surprise when Irma got into the front seat of my car, and Mary got in the back.  As soon as she shut the door, Mary said, "Take us home, slave."

While she was saying that, Irma pulled the book away from my crotch and wrapped her hand around my now-hard cock.  "Yeah," she said, "Take us to your house, slave."

Caught completely off guard, I mumbled, "Okay, Irma."

Mary slapped the back of my head.  "Idiot," she hollered, "She is Mistress Irma to you.  Now you will need to be punished."  She gave me a smirk in the mirror.

"Sorry, Mistress Irma," I said with a voice shaking with excitement, which surprised me.

I drove us to our house and pulled up at the curb. The girls hopped out and I knew not to try to hide my cock when I got out.  So I walked around the front of the car and started up the sidewalk to the house, following them.

Mrs. Jacobs was in her front yard, and looking over at us, smiled.  As she walked toward us, she said to Mary, "Hi, Mary.  Who is your friend?"

I knew that Mrs. Jacobs had probably seen Irma around our place as she and Mary had been best friends for years and they were always at each other's houses.

"This is my best friend, Irma," Mary said to Mrs. Jacobs, "She is going to spend the rest of the afternoon with us, to play."  And she gave Mrs. Jacobs a big wink.

Mrs. Jacobs said, "Nice to meet you, Irma."  She stuck out her hand to shake Irma's who said, "Nice to meet you too. We are going to have some fun today", as her eyes stared at my hard cock sticking out in front of my slacks.

Mrs. Jacobs had her eyes on me also and said, "Nice to see you again, Matt."  She turned to the girls and said, "Well, go along and have your fun.  I'm sure you will enjoy yourselves."

We went up to the door and I saw some mail sticking out of the mailbox.  As I started to reach for it, Mary yelled at me, "No.  Not yet.  Inside first, slave."  She had said it loud enough, I am sure Mrs. Jacobs probably heard it and my face turned very red.

Mary and Irma stepped inside the front door and as I crossed the entry, Mary said, "Stop, slave.  Strip.  Now."

"Yes, Mistress Mary," I said as I pulled off my shirt and dropped my slacks, stepping out of them and my shoes.

Irma's eyes were bugged out staring at my naked body. Mary said, "Okay, now go out and get the mail."

I turned and stepped out onto the porch with Mrs. Jacobs still standing only a short distance away.  She gave me a big smile and wave, then raised her phone to take a few pictures.  I hurried to get the mail and headed back to the door.  I could hear the girls inside laughing, my face a beet red I am sure.

I went back into the house and followed the girls to the living room.  "Go get us a soda," Mary ordered.

"Make mine a root beer, slave," Irma said.

"Yes, Mistress Irma," I replied heading for the kitchen.  I poured out the drinks and carried the glasses back to the living room.  The girls were sitting next to each other on the sofa.

"Slave, lie here across us," Mary said, "On your stomach.  Time for your punishment."

"Yes, Mistress Mary," I said as I lowered myself down, lying across their laps on my belly.

I felt their hands running over my ass cheeks, both of them laughing as they fondled me.

"How many does he deserve," Mary asked Irma.

"I think ten each should do it," Irma answered and slapped my ass hard.

I was still somewhat sore from the last punishment and these blows really stung.  I couldn't help but cry out with each slap, but my cock remained rock hard and started leaking.

I was sobbing and had tears running down my cheeks by the time they were done.  They shoved me off of their laps and onto the floor.

"Stand, slave," Mary ordered.

I hurried to my feet, standing with my feet slightly apart, my hands on top of my head.  Both girls giggled.  Irma came over and stood beside me, handing her phone to Mary, and told her to take some photos she could share with her cousin.  She wrapped her hand around my cock while Mary took the photos.

Irma took a step back and looked hard at me, up and down.  Then she walked completely around me, inspecting my body.  She looked at Mary and said, "He has too much hair."

Even though I was blond, I did have some hair on my chest and my crotch and legs.  I never paid attention to my ass, but I probably had some there also.

"He would be so much better without the hair," Irma said as she fondled my ball sack.

Smiling, Mary stood and came over.  She too did a close-up inspection of my naked body.  "I think you are right," she said to Irma, "We need to figure out how to get rid of it." This turned my face a beet red, while they closely inspected me with eyes and hands.

"I have an idea," Irma said.  "I have a cousin who is a nurse.  She told me once she shaves people's bodies prepping them for surgery.  Let me call her."

Irma took her phone and walked over to the kitchen to make her call and Mary sat back on the sofa.  Looking at me standing there with my hands on my head, legs spread, she said, "Kneel slave.  Do my feet."

I dropped to the floor and removed Mary's shoes and socks.  I massaged one foot and after a few minutes, started kissing it, enjoying the taste and smell of it.

I could hear Irma squealing in her call and she came back into the living room, smiling.  "She can do it and will be here in ten minutes," Irma said, watching me kissing Mary's other foot.

"Try it," Mary said to Irma.

Irma sat down and lifted a foot toward me.  "Do me, slave," she said to me.

"Yes, Mistress Irma," I said and pulled off her gym shoe and sweaty sock.  After rubbing her foot a few minutes, causing her to moan enjoying it, I leaned over and started kissing her foot, up and down.  She raised her foot, giving me the sole which I also kissed.

"Lick it," she ordered.  I started licking the bottom of her dirty foot, really enjoying my submission and humiliation by her.  Mary was taking photos with her phone.

There was a knock at the door as I was doing Irma's second foot.  Mary went to answer it and walked back in with an older, probably mid-thirties, chubby woman with spiked hair.

Irma pulled her foot away and stood.  "Hi Jean," she said, "Thanks for coming so soon."

Looking at me sitting on the floor, completely naked, she said, "My pleasure.  Let me see what we're working with here," she said.

Irma looked down at me and ordered, "Stand, slave."

I jumped to my feet, assuming my standing position with legs spread and hands on the top of my head, my cock rock hard and sticking up toward my belly.

Jean sat her bag down, and walked around me, inspecting.  She ran her hand over my ass, my chest, and down over my cock, causing it to twitch.

"This will be easy," she said to Irma and Mary. Picking up her bag, she said, "We need a bathroom and shower."

"Upstairs," Mary said, walking toward the stairs. "Come, slave," she said to me.

I followed Mary up the stairs, with Jean and Irma following.

Seeing my red ass, Jean said to Irma, "It looks like somebody has been a bad boy."

Irma laughed and said, "Oh, yes.  He needed to be punished."

In the bathroom, Jean had me stand in the shower as she removed some items from her bag and put on a pair of surgical gloves.  She handed Irma a pair along with a tube of some lotion.

"Put these on and do his ass," Jean said to Irma. "Rub this stuff all over, and don't forget the crack.  Then do his legs."

She told Mary to time ten minutes on her phone.

With that, Jean started to rub the stuff over my chest and belly.  Then she worked her hands over my ball sack, my taint, and over my hard cock.  She smiled at me, looking into my eyes as she fondled my cock for a minute.  Then she started doing my arms.

I felt a burning sensation when they had applied the lotion.  I said to Mary, "I feel it burning, Mistress."

Removing her gloves and taking my cock in her hand, Jean said, "Don't worry, it won't really burn you.  It just feels like it.  Be patient, slave."

I looked at her and said, "Yes, Mistress."

The three of them chatted while we waited.

"Do you do this often?" Mary asked Jean.

"A few times a week," she answered.  "Doms ask me to do their subs and many gay men also like to have it done."

Mary and Irma looked at each other.  "Gays?" they both said at the same time.

"Oh, yes," Jean said, "Many gay guys love to have a smooth and hairless body."

Mary and Irma smiled at each other, "Well, that is nice to know," Mary said.  I worried about what was going through her mind.

"And, of course, I have to keep my father smooth for mother," she smiled.

"Your dad?", Irma asked her.  "You do your dad for your mom?"

Laughing, Jean said, "You don't know about my parents, do you?  My mother has always been a dom and my dad is her live-in sub.  She started teaching me to be dom when I was in high school and we now share daddy sub and any other guys we can pick up."

"Oh, wow," Irma said, "I had no idea.  I need to visit more often."

"Please do," Jean said, "And you also, Mary. And be sure to bring your slave.  We will all have fun."

"Sounds good," Mary said, "Time is up."

Looking at me, Jean said, "Okay.  Shower and wash well.  Get all of it off of you."

I was thankful, it was really starting to burn.  I turned on the shower and washed well with soap.  My body felt a lot better as I washed it.   The three females stood watching me until I was done.

"Dry off and come downstairs," Mary ordered as they left.

I dried off, noticing how hairless and smooth my body now was.  I walked back downstairs, the three females standing in the living room.   My hard cock swung in front of me as I walked over to them and took my standing position, legs spread and hands on my head.

Running her hands over my body and giving me an inspection, Mary said, "Wow.  I really like this.  So smooth."

She looked at Jean and said, "Thanks.  You want to jerk him off before you go?"

Jean smiled and said, "No.  Let Irma."  Then looking at Irma, she asked if she wanted a ride home.

Irma stepped up to me and wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking while the other two watched.  I curled my toes and started to moan.

I looked at Mary and asked, "May I cum, Mistress? Please."

She laughed and said, "Good, you have learned your lesson.  And yes, you may cum."

I was moaning and thrusting my hips at Irma's hand, which started stroking me harder and faster.  Soon, I cried out and started shooting a big load from my cock as Irma giggled and the other two watched smiling.  Irma milked the last drop of cum from cock and Mary wiped it onto her finger and held it to my mouth.  I licked the cum from her finger and then Irma did the same, holding her hand in front of me as I licked her fingers clean.

"Come on, we have to go," Jean said to Irma.

After Irma and Jean left, Mary walked around me a few times, looking over my body, touching me, and running her hands all over me.  "I do love this smooth look," she said, "We are going to keep you looking like this."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, my cock slowly recovering and starting to get hard again, "As you wish."

Standing close in front of me, looking me in the eyes, her hand fondling my cock, she said, "I think you are a pain slut, and I aim to find out.  Now go get dressed before Mother gets home."

I was breathing hard, and just said, "Yes, Mistress."

I went up to my room.  Before pulling on a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt, I looked at myself in a full-length mirror. My body did look smooth and clean with all the hair removed, even though I never had that much blond hair.

After getting dressed, I went back downstairs, my shorts a bit tented out.  Mother arrived shortly and we all pitched in to help get dinner ready.  Mother looked at me with a long stare and said, "Honey, what is different about you?  You look just different."

"Nothing, Mom," I said, blushing.  "Maybe just getting some exercise."

We sat down to eat, Mary across from me as usual. Knowing what was coming, I sat with my legs spread open, giving her plenty of access.  I soon felt her bare foot on my thigh and she slowly slid it up to my crotch, the toes going under my shorts until they rested on my bare cock.

Mary smiled at me and gave me a wink, I couldn't help but gasp as her toes played with my cock.  Suddenly, Mother dropped her fork and bent over to pick it up before Mary could do anything. I am sure she got a good look at Mary's foot up my shorts, but she did not say anything when she sat back up.

We finished dinner and Mary thought it would be a good idea for me to do the dishes while she and mother relaxed in the living room.  After I finished my chore, I walked into the living room and Mary asked, really told, me to get them each a glass of wine.

I poured a glass of wine for Mary and Mother and returned to the living room.  Mary was sitting on the sofa and Mother was in a chair facing the sofa.  After taking the glass, she told me to sit on the sofa, and that we needed to have a long, family talk.  I blushed and looked at Mary who had a questioning look on her face.  Mother took a sip of wine looked at us, and began her talk.

(To be continued)