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PLAYTIME WITH A SISSY PART 2
BRAZILIAN WAX
BY
LISA JADE
The day started and ended with a Brazilian waxing. For me that morning,
it was a fantastic experienced as I had my first total denuding. Then by
late afternoon, it was my poor sissy Kera turn to have his pubic hair
waxed and removed, by yours truly.
I felt so fresh and clean as I left the beauty salon. Just walked back to
my car, the sensation of my knickers rubbing against my now bald patch
started to get the juices flowing. Maybe I was thinking too much about my
naked clitoris, but by the time I had walked less than 50 meters my
panties were wet. I ducked into the chemist and bought a pack of pad to
protect my clothes. It was there that an evil thought crossed my mind and
so I added a few extra "goodies" to my list. Then typical of my lack of
self-control, as soon as I got back to my car, I had my hand under skirt
hungrily exploring my soft hairless vagina. Ooooh wonderful.
I knew then that I needed extra relief and as I could not wait for
tonight to be with my girlfriend, Sally, I would have to use my sissy,
Janine. I dialed his number on by my mobile and told him that I would be
at his place in 20 minutes.
Janine was standing in the corner of his bedroom when I finally arrived
to let myself into his flat. Like an obedient little girl he had followed
the rules and was wearing what I had told him to wear and was standing in
the correct, designated spot. I put my bag of "goodies" on the kitchen
table, totally ignoring Janine, who was standing still with his head
bowed, staring at the floor.
Our arrangement is that when I ring, Janine has about 20 minutes to
finish what ever he is doing, then shower and get changed. He must be
standing in the corner of the bedroom ready for me by the time I open his
front door. Usually I take more that the 20 minutes, and I arrive when it
suits me. On at least 2 occasions, Janine has been with friends, who he
miraculously has been able to get rid of by the time I got there. Janine
knows that if there is anyone at his place when I arrive, I will simply
tell them what a big sissy James, I mean Janine, is and then proceed to
show them his frillies. Also if he is not ready by the time I get there,
I will just march him out onto the street and introduce him dressed to
his neighbors.
The kettle boiled and I made myself a cup of herbal tea. Without saying a
word I carried my cup into the bedroom and sat on his double bed. Sipping
my drink, I checked out Janine. He had put on the correct outfit. He was
in his pink flouncy, baby doll dress. It suited him with its lacy "Peter
Pan" collar and a tight bodice that hugged his chest. The short skirt
flared out from just under his tiny boobs and stopped at the level about
an inch above his pubic hairline. The dress was made from the softest
shiny satin, and combined with the short multiple layered, fluffy
petticoats, it puffed the skirt out at a 45degree angle. With the short
mutton-chop sleeves, it really was the cutest baby doll dress that I have
made.
He was not wearing panties, so his pathetic penis was lost in his dark
wavy patch of pubic hair. A pink garter belt held up his dusty pink
stockings. I was glad that last week I had made Janine shave his legs and
so no ugly hair reflected through the translucent gossamer material. When
I looked at my sissy boy's feet, I nearly felt sorry for him, for I was
making him stand still in a pair of 4 inch pink stiletto's. It must be
killing his ankles and calf muscles. That flicker of pity quickly passed,
as I decided how I would control the rest of the day.
"Janine, look at me," I ordered. As he lifted his eyes in my direction, I
pulled my skirt up. I put my cup down and the slowly I dragged my
knickers off spreading open my legs. Once I had his attention, I lent
back with my elbows on the bed.
Janine's symbol of manliness quadrupled in size, as he stared in
disbelief at my bald triangle. My moist crack and my clitoris that was
totally exposed. Playfully, I ran my index finger around the naked
opening to my vagina, with my feathered touch having the right effect,
causing me to get wet once more.
"Come over here." Janine gave me a beautiful, girly curtsey and walking
carefully, tottered up to the bed. He still had not said a word. (Which
is how it should be.) Standing bug eyed in front of my pleasure dome, I
knew that he was longing to get to work on his oozing shaft.
"Sit down on the floor against the side of the bed," I said sternly. "Sit
up straight now. Head up. Arms by your side." Obediently, Janine turned
away from me and sat down. His back was straight up against the side of
the bed. The back of his head was lined up with my aching pussy. I sat
up and placed my legs down so they slid over the bed edge, with the backs
of my knees resting squarely on each of Janine's shoulders. In this
position I was able to pin down his arms, with my knee length boots
acting like leather restraints. I stroked the back of Janine's neck, my
fingers feeling the stubble of his "short back and sides " haircut. I
carefully noted the position of the ridge at the base of the skull. It
was lined up perfectly.
As I started to edge forward, I lifted up my skirt and draped it over his
head, laying it down like a silk veil and totally covering his face. The
hemline hung down around his chest level and if anyone was looking, it
was as if I had positioned a football between my open legs. Rather than
suffocating my poor sissy, I knew that I was teasing him, as his shaft
was oozing freely and he was fighting to move his hands so he could play
with himself.
I pinned his arms harder and braced myself for the sudden rush of ecstasy
that was coming up. I plunged my bald wet pussy up against the nape of
Janine's neck. As I made contact, his short hair tickled my clitoris and
I shuddered at the intense surge of pleasure that rushed into my valley.
I separated my legs even further to stretch open my labia's, allowing my
clit to grind harder against his neck muscles. As I started rocking in a
circular motion, I grabbed hold of Janine's head, holding it in place to
maximize the friction and stop him from moving away from me. This was all
purely for my own pleasure.
Under my skirt, I could feel my cum flowing freely and with no pubes to
absorb my juice, I was well and truly creaming the back of Janine's neck.
Eyes closed, I started to groan and grunt with pleasure, squirming around
to make sure ever part of my bald pussy was being rubbed. Janine tried to
move so he could touch his now heavily engorged penis, but with my legs
in position, there was no way that he could. Finally the shuddering waves
of my orgasm hit and I released my hold on my sissy. I fell back on the
bed, head spinning, almost ready to vomit, so intense was my pleasure
cramps.
I needed quite time. I flicked up my skirt above my waist and tentively
plunged my fingers into my exploding vagina, setting me off again. Janine
shook away my legs and eagerly started to pump his paining shaft. I could
feel him shaking the bed, working himself into a real frenzy.
"Stop!" I yelled when I realized what he was doing. Janine ignored me and
it was only when I gave him a couple of sharp kicks in his ribs, that he
stopped his hand shuffle.
"Please, let me get there," my sissy whined. "I'm so close."
"No," I replied sternly, trying not to laugh at his pathetic plea. I
climbed off the bed and pulled down my skirt. The material swished across
my triangle and it was a moment like that, that made me appreciate my
waxing.
"Stand up," I ordered.
"Please let me touch myself," Janine pleaded. "I won't take long."
"I know dear." There was a faint trace of sympathy in my voice. "Stand
up, then I will let you." I helped Janine up off the floor, holding onto
his arm, avoiding his slimy fingers. Standing up, his pink skirt flared
out and bounced on the waves of his short petticoats. His penis was still
dribbling sticky clear ooze.
"No mess now." I walked Janine away from the bed and stood him in the
middle of the room. As I moved behind him, I noticed how sticky and
matted the back of his head had become, thanks to my gushing vagina. I
grabbed a hand towel from the dressing table and wiped his neck dry. I
did not want to get dirty so I left it draped across his shoulders, dry
side up. I cuddle up to his back and reached forwards, grabbing one of
his hardened nipples in each of my hands and started to squeeze them in a
tight grip. I must say that the strong smell of my own juices was
lingering, temping me to lick Janine's neck, just so I could taste
myself.
"Go for it," I whispered, tugging harder on his nipples. Janine's hands
rushed for his joystick and within seconds he was groaning to the rhythm
of his shuffling hands. I moved my left hand across his pretty pink
dress, the material working to increase the sensations.
"No mess," I yelled and he came. My maid's body shuddered with his penis
erupting into his cupped hands. I peeked around and saw the white foamy
cum wash out between fingers. Moving quickly so as not to spill a drop, I
grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands into his face.
"Drink !!!" I shouted. My own juices were starting to flow, as this
process of humiliation was a real turn on for me. His lipstick smudged as
I wiped his sticky palms across his mouth. Knowing that he had no choice,
Janine started to lick his fingers. He was slow at first, but soon the
action turned into a desperate frenzy to lap up every drop and get his
hands clean. He ended up making a complete mess. Sure his hands were
spotless, but his face had turned into a congealed mixture of makeup and
sticky globs.
I knew that I should send Janine off to the shower, but I was impatient
to start the next part of my plan. I pulled the towel off his shoulders
and started to wipe his face. This just made things worse. He had to be
cleaned up.
"Strip." I ordered. "And don't get your dress dirty!" It was way too late
for that. In fact, I was responsible for leaving a large wet patch in
between his shoulder blades. I unzipped the back of his dress and helped
my sissy climb out of the baby doll outfit. I was pleased to see that
Janine was wearing his pink satin training bra which was hugging his
shaved chest. He pealed off the rest of his frillies; garter belt,
stockings and shoes. He was now naked, with his symbol of manhood still
defiantly standing to attention. Smiling I picked up one of his shoes and
with the stiletto heel, hit him squarely on his balls.
"Naughty girl," I laughed, happy to see his penis shrunk instantaneously,
as he doubled up in pain.
"That's better," I teased. "Now I don't want to see your clit any bigger
than mine! Understand ?"
Janine nodded, his eyes watering. He was still bent over, cupped hands
guarding his aching sack from another assault.
"Have a shower. Then when you are clean, I will have a lovely surprise
for you."
My sissy hobbled off to the bathroom, gathering up his clothes and
putting them into a neat pile. Janine knew that as soon as I leave, one
of his duties would be to wash and iron them. As I went back into the
kitchen I retrieved my knickers, slipping them on under my skirt. Post
waxing, I was now so sensitive in my triangle that even the soft nylon of
my panties was acting as a stimulant. This is where my own lack of
control came in and I found myself doing another quick exploration of my
valley. Oooooh lovely. Reluctantly I slipped in a pad to gain control
and protect my clothes from my own wetness.
From the bag of "goodies", I pulled out the tub of wax and the packet of
cotton strips. One minute in the microwave oven and the wax came out soft
and mushy. I then put the container into the pan of hot water to keep it
warm. With that all prepared, I went back into the bedroom to pick out a
suitable outfit for my sissy to wear. It had to be right, leaving enough
room for what I wanted to do. Going through his rack of girlie outfits, I
finally pulled out a short, white baby doll dress, with bundles and
bundles of snowy white petticoats. This was very similar to the pink one
he was just wearing, except the skirt material fell from the shoulders,
without a tight bodice around the chest. So with the layers of petticoat
this dress had more of a "pom-pom" ball look. The skirt helm stopped at
the level of his belly button, leaving his whole pubic area clear.
Now my turn, what would I wear? As I did not want to dirty my new blouse
and skirt, I undressed and put on one of my black French maid outfits,
which I have hanging in Janine's wardrobe. This might seem strange, but I
do like getting dressed up in ultra feminine clothes and this uniform
certainly fits the bill. Shiny black satin, short white lacey sleeves,
with a short mid thigh skirt. I zipped up the back and my breasts fitted
perfectly into the snug bodice, increasing my bust size by a couple of
inches. I found the fullest petticoat that I had and carefully stepped
into it, arranging my skirt so that it stood out. I then tied on my white
apron and pirouetted in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection.
It took Janine a good 25 minutes to get out of the bathroom, a large
fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He had washed his hair and even
gone to the effort of re-applying some basic makeup of blusher and
lipstick. Still he did not speak. I don't allow my sissies to talk to me,
as I find it is such a waist of time. So apart from that pathetic
outburst, when he begged me to allow him to service himself, Janine had
been a good sissy.
I whipped away his towel and handed him a pair of white knee length sock
and black patent leather sandals. He quickly put them on. Now for his
dress. I told him to lean forward slightly as I slide on the petticoats
and the dress. When he stood up, I puffed out the skirt and supporting
cloud of white material. He looked great, a perfect sissified male in his
pouncy frilly outfit. His shaft was straight and hard, fully exposed
under the verandah of lace.
"Look at yourself". This was a command from me as I pointed to his lower
region. Janine pushed away the bulk of the material and stared blankly
down between his legs. I had got him worried. "I am now going to treat
you to a Brazilian wax, my dear sissy."
"But...."
"What was I thinking by letting you get so hairy down there. It is not a
good look. I want you bald like me down there."
"But, please." My sissy was starting to protest.
"Shut up," I knew that this was not to be tolerated, so I went to the top
drawer of the side table and picked out what I needed.
"Please, mistress, please." Janine begged. "No more today." It was
amusing to see him carry on. All I needed now was to see some tears and
he would be a real girlie man.
"Open your mouth." I ordered sharply. There was a quiver of resistance in
his eyes, but Janine obediently opened up as wide as he could.
"Good, good sissy Janine," I said with the edge taken out of my voice. I
popped the large ball gag into his mouth and tied it up tightly at the
back of his head. I had to laugh, as he looked quite funny with his big
red lips wide open, sucking on the rubber gag. I checked to make sure
that he could swallow properly as I did not want him drooling all over
his nice clean dress. I started to tease him by swishing around him,
swirling in my pretty uniform. I noticed the scared, worried look in his
eyes so I stopped my dancing.
"What's wrong, my girlie boy?"
Still holding up his skirt, he pointed at his enlarged penis, which was
starting to ooze again.
"I better do something about that then," I laughed. Before he could
respond I grabbed his balls and squeezed them as hard as I could. This
was so much fun for me. Janine let out a muffled scream and collapsed
onto the bed. I glanced at his dick, and was happy to see that it was
now under control.
"Come with me." I held onto his ear and with a sharp twist, I dragged him
into the kitchen. Tears were forming and a look of terror shaped his
face. I pushed him up to the table.
"Up you get," I ordered. "Up on your back." I had already place a pillow
up one end and an old picnic blanket covered the wooden surface.
Reluctantly Janine crawled up, and lay on the pillow, his eyes closed to
shut off the tears.
The kitchen table is a large solid piece of furniture, which I have put
to good use engaging in activities rather than eating. It is a really
good discipline table, which does not move around no matter what I do. As
Janine rested down on his back, his dress ballooned up, blocking his view
of his under carriage. He was fully exposed and I just knew that I was
going to have heaps of fun.
I picked up the scissors and cut away at his pubic hair, leaving it short
and stubbly. Janine resisted by bringing his hand down, to try and halt
me. I just responded by holding up his soft sausage between my thumb and
forefinger.
"Take your hand away dear," I laughed as I rested the open blades against
the base of his shaft. "Gee, I would not like to slip." His body
stiffened with shock and he quickly withdrew his hand.
"You know," I said, continuing my teasing. "One day I should send you to
that clinic and get them to remove your ugly balls and this thing. That
would really make you nice and smooth down there!"
The wax was warm and easy to spread. With the wooden spatula I quickly
smeared it on, in a line, across the top of his pubes. A cotton strip
was pushed into the orange paste, which I then spread out flat against
the mess of hair and wax.
"I'll warn you, this is going to hurt you more than it will me." Clearly,
I was having too much fun. With that I gave the edge of the material a
sharp, swift tug. There was a ripping noise as the hair was plucked
away, leaving me holding what looked like a large hairy caterpillar.
Janine was squealing in pain, his hands fumbling to protect his groin. I
flicked away his hands and admired my handiwork. An instantaneous bald
strip had appeared right across the top of his pubic region. Running a
finger along the skin, it felt so soft and clean.
"Cheer up dear," I said smiling as I noted that Janine was now crying,
large silent tears tracking down his face and into his ears. I was so
glad that I had popped in the ball gag. The rest over the pubic hair
disappeared in about six sharp pulls, leaving his dick isolated and
exposed. It was the smallest that I had ever seen it. I move around to do
the side, getting Janine to change his position slightly so that ever
hair could be taken. Then by the time I was ready to do his scrotum, his
shaft had almost disappeared on it self. Then, when silly me went to pull
the hair away from his sack, I forgot to anchor the skin and so when I
yanked on the material I nearly performed a instant castration. Oooops!!!
Finally I finished the front. Janine by now was crying uncontrollably and
it was starting to annoy me. How can a girl work with all those
distractions!!! Roughly I turned him onto his side, instructing him to
pull up the side of bum cheek. Humming away I then started on this
buttocks, making sure that I got right into his crack. One side, then the
next and 20 minutes later I had finished. So smooth, so hairless.
"Off the table, " I ordered. "All finished." I held his hand and helped
him down. I was stunned at how good the area looked, with not a hair in
sight. Janine was definitely wearing the perfect outfit to set off his
new look. His tackle looked so small and lost. I picked up his hand and
got him to feel his bald groin. It was a job well done and I was so happy
to see the shocked look on his face as he realized how hairless he had
become. Tentatively he explored himself with his fingers, pushing down
the billowing dress to try and sneak a look at the undercarriage. It
became too much for him and as he lent against the table, his right hand
started work on his penis, making it hard.
"Wait," I ordered. Janine froze mid action. I untied the gag and
carefully removed the ball from his mouth.
"Thank you mistress," he said dribbling.
"Now stand still and let go of yourself." I walked away from him and
headed for the bedroom. "I'll be back in a minute."
Unsure, Janine held up his skirt and stared at his patch. He was now the
perfect picture of a sissified male. I was temped to go home wearing my
French maids uniform, as it makes me feel so sexy. But the way I was at
the moment I would be lucky to get home without stopping, so I did not
need any extra distractions. I quickly changed back into my blouse and
skirt and returned to the kitchen table.
"Go for it, " I whispered as I walked past him. Janine quickly moved to
lean against the table and started on his penis again with his right
hand.
"Wait!" I could see the look of despair in his face, as if to ask, "what
now?". I smiled as I grabbed his left hand. "You have forgotten
something."
I singled out his index finger and moved his hand around to his back
passage. Lining it up I rammed it straight up his anus! Janine's eyes
glazed over as he got back to work, playing now with both ends.
"You see, dear, no hair is good!"
At the kitchen bench I picked up my handbag and keys. I left Janine
working himself into a frenzy, knowing full well that he would be
occupied for another good half hour.
"No mess now." I quietly closed and locked his front door.
I drove off, hoping that Sally, my partner would be home by now. After
all I did have something special to show her.
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