It took a while to fall asleep, and I did not sleep well. No pillow, no sheets -- just a canvas cot for a bed, and an overhead light bulb that never went out. I eventually managed to get to sleep, but was awakened by an insistent buzzer, and Ellie opening the door.
"Brett! You are supposed to be awake and ready by noon. You're not even clean." Ellie was upset with me for finally sleeping, and she led me out to the back yard, where she tied my hands to a clothes line over my head, and also attached a chain to my collar, and pulled it up to the clothes line, forcing me to stand up straight. She then got out a three foot bar, and tethered my ankles to the ends, spreading my legs.
While Ellie was positioning me, I looked around, to see if there was anyone watching from neighboring houses, and saw that Ellie's house was quite isolated. I didn't see any houses nearby. I asked Ellie how she could afford this -- it was more opulent than my own house.
"My mother is independently wealthy," she replied. "When I graduated from business school, she gave me enough money to buy the house of my dreams, and as you can see, I have a dream house. So, as you might guess, even that $8,000,000 bonus would only have been a drop in the bucket for me."
That explained a lot... But I wondered why Ellie was even working with us, when she probably had the connections to do what she wanted.
Once Ellie had me in position, she brought over a plate with half a bagel on it, and then started to masturbae me, She had me ejaculate on the bagel, then brought it up to my mouth. "Eat up, it is breakfast time," she said, as she fed me the bagel with my cum on it. It tasted salty.
Once I finished, she stepped away and picked up a hose. I mentally braced myself, as Ellie started to spray me with cold water. She tightened the nozzle to produce a powerful stream of water, and directed it at my crotch. She sprayed my genitals, then sprayed other parts of my body, concentrating on those areas more prone to sweat. As she washed my body, she told me it was my responsibility to be ready when she called.
Once she had be washed, she left me to drip dry on the line, like a newly washed sheet. Ellie went inside, and I had nothing to do but think. I hung on the line, and as if I got tired, I'd get a reminder of the collar. I figured the most comfortable position was to lean back, and let the collar hold me up from the back of my neck. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it beat choking.
I don't know how long I had to wait, but after a while, Ellie came back out and took me down off the clothes line. She put me back on a leash, and took me to a table, where she had left me another ham sandwich and some water. She tied off my leash, and said this was my lunch. She went inside while I ate.
She came back out to get me about 15 minutes alter, and told me it was time to clean. My job was to clean the house after the party the night before.
I first went to clean the reception room; I picked up all the empty flutes and took them to the kitchen. I rna water in the sink and cleaned them, and set them aside to dry. I then grabbed a mop and mopped up the floor, to make sure it was clean.
The play room was different. I first swept up the floor, and then I took a bottle of bleach, and sprayed all the surfaces where we played. I then used a wipe to clean the surfaces. I knew Ellie would want them sterile for the next time she played in there. When I finished, I found Ellie readinf and asked about the key.
"Oh, yes, Brett... I needed you tonight so I put the ice back in the freezer when we got here yesterday. Do you want me to let it start to thaw? Maybe the key will be out of the ice tomorrow morning."
Shit, I thought. I wondered what Ellie was up to. I spent the day cleaning. Near the end of the day, Ellie brought me a leather jockstrap and a coat, and told me we were going out. I was to put on the jock strap and coat, and come out to the car with her. She strapped me in to the back seat, and we set off.
Our first destination was a spa. Ellie untrapped me from the back seat and led me in to the spa. Ellie spoke with one of the attendants and then I was escorted back behind some curtains, and instructed to lie on a table. My leather thong was removed, exposing me, and the women strapped my ankles into stirrups. I felt one ot the women spread a warm, sticky goo across my perineum, and then felt a ripping pain greater than any other pain I had felt.
THis process was repeated, next on my testicles, then across the top of my crotch, and finally on my cock itself. The pain was excruciating, I understood why I was strapped into the stirrups. I had never been waxed before (to be honest I didn't prefer that look on women) and now that I knew how much it hurt, I wondered why anyone would put up with it. But as time passed, the pain diminished.
It helped that after the waxing, the attendant, an elderly Vietnamese woman, started rub some balm on the recently waxed surfaces. I started to respond, as she added more lotion. When I was hard, the woman left, and another woman, much younger, came out carrying a pot. "Hold still" she said, as she took a ladle of the fluid from the pot, and slowly poured it on my erection.
I screamed. The pot had hot wax in it -- not the wax for hair removal, but paraffin. It is a lot hotter, and it hurt. "The woman who brought you in paid for a mold of you cock." said the attendant as she pour more wax on my crotch.
Paraffin cooled and hardened. I felt my cock attempt to recede, but the wax held it in place. The attendant splashed some wax on my chest, and flicked off the hardened pieces. When she had added enough wax, the attendant them gently removed the shell from my crotch.
Ellie came in, and said, "I hope you enjoyed that." She joined the women in taking me down out of the stirrups, and tossed me the leather thong. "Get dressed," she ordered me.
In the 36 hours since winning the bet, Ellie had gone from playful to demanding. I wondered what was up next, and hoped that ice was melting.
