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Man Maid Day II Part Three
August 1,2008
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I won't mention the loud ripping sound, nor the intense burning that came
from the back of my leg at that instant. I'm sure that if you had been
there the sound was not as loud as it seemed to me, but then again it
wasn't you that had your hair ripped out by the roots either.
"Annie!? That HURT! You said mild discomfort. The only thing mild about
that was when you were rubbing on the cloth. Can't you just shave my
legs and body instead? "
And then it hit me. Debbie's note. She said that I would be begging to
shave my legs before this was done. I had scoffed at it at the time. I
had thought she meant that I would get tired of the hot sticky hair
hiding tights. I could not have imagined that this is what she had in
mind.
"Oh don't be such a baby. I go through this every few weeks. My hair
now is so fine that I hardly feel it at all anymore. You will get that
way too, eventually. Karin said that you might complain, but that I
should assure you that none are so bad as the first pull. She also said
that if you scream too much that she will personally come in and treat
you like the baby girl you seem to think you are."
"But wouldn't it be easier to just shave me? That way you won't have to
use up all those cloth strips and the bees can have their wax back and
every one is happy. I'll even buy the razor blades. Please?" Gawd did I
sound pathetic or what? Debbie was right I was begging to have my legs
shaved.
"Oh Gennie, you know that you want the best or you wouldn't be here.
Shaving only scrapes the skin, causes rash, and you end up with nicks,
cuts and razor burns. And then a few days later you go through it all
again. With waxing you have it done and you don't need it again for weeks
instead of days. Besides, if we didn't use the cloth then what would
happen to the jobs of the people who make it. Do you want to put them
out of work. And as for the bees they don't care because the 'wax' we use
these days isn't even really wax. So you see you save the cost of razor
blades and everyone is still happy."
Her condescending tone made me feel like the baby she said I was acting
as. Her next words were however the deciding factor. "Gennie if you
REALLY want me to stop I will, but you realize of course that I will
have to inform Karin and she did mention something about hold down straps
and finishing the procedure herself."
"Annie dear, I said in a quavering voice, I was only kidding. Of course
you may continue. Will it take very long to finish?"
"Perhaps, the first time is always the longest and the hardest.
Fortunately you are not very hairy to begin with so it should not be TOO
bad. The best thing for you to do right now is think about the soothing
reinvigorating stone massage you will receive as a reward for being so
good. Five minutes into the massage and you will forget all about the
waxing."
"Ok you're the boss, for now (said under my breath of course)."
"I heard that Gennie. All right here we go again, deep breath now."
Another loud rip but this time only a muffled squeal from Gennie. There
was a saving grace to the process however, whenever she finished an area
she used those soft warm hands to massage in some sort of ointment or
lotion that had a very soothing effect on my otherwise burning skin.
Annie's soft warm hands a stark contrast to the stinging and burning
caused by the unpeeling of my sensitive skin.
By the time she was finished with the backs of my legs and smoothed in
the lotion my tears had mostly stopped. I was adjusting to the pain, not
happily, not well, but at least I was to the point where I was no longer
muffling screams each time Annie pulled a strip free.
"Gennie, I need to go use the little girls' room, be a good gurl and use
the time to relax and compose yourself and I'll be back in less than
five."
I heard the door open and close and just assumed that Annie had left the
room, since I already had my face buried in the table I figured it was
just way too much effort to lift my head and watch Annie leave.
Imagine my surprise then, when I suddenly felt soft warm hands caressing
my butt. The sensation was so different from the waxing that all I could
do was groan. "Annie, mmmmm, while I am absolutely enthralled by what you
are doing, I really rather you not do that. Mmmmmm, please don't blow in
my ear like that. My wife will be so jealous. Annie, I can't, please
don't kiss my neck like that." I said totally without any conviction in
my voice at all. My poor enclosed manhood again straining against its
unyielding encasement.
Giggling: "Oh Gennie you do love me!"
I was so flabbergasted that I rolled right off the bed and landed in a
heap on the floor. It was Debbie's voice! She was teasing me again!
Looking up at her from my position of grace and decorum I could only move
my lips without sound, nothing would come out.
Both Annie and Debbie were just standing there, big smiles on their
faces, watching my reaction. The door opening and closing wasn't Annie
leaving it was Debbie coming in. Or so I thought. It turned out that
Debbie came in at the same time that Annie did and had been there the
whole time. That meant that she heard me begging Annie to shave my legs.
Would I ever live that one down? The door was a ruse to get me to relax
so Debbie could tease me some more.
"Oh lover, I'm sorry about the ruse but I just had to hear you beg to
have your legs shaved. A strange request for a MAN don't you think? Why
I thought only ladies and male athletes shaved their legs and bodies.
Are you suddenly a swimmer; or maybe a professional wrestler; oh I know
you're going to be a marathon runner and every ounce counts, that's it
isn't it?"
She was enjoying herself just a bit too much for my tastes.
"Damn it Debbie! I'm a man and I'm having this done against my will and
you know it!"
"Against your will? You say you're a man, do men have a smooth crotch
and heaving boobs? Look in that wall mirror over there does that look
like a man to you? Long hair, pierced ears, painted nails, bouncy boobs
and pink satin shorty robe. Annie, did s/he ever say s/he didn't want
her hair removed?"
"No ma'am, all s/he asked was to be shaved, never said a word about not
wanting to be here."
"ARGH! You know what I mean. You keep turning things around on me. It
was your idea that I be Gennie again." Oops what had I just said? I
admitted to remembering being Gennie. Not a good move. I of course could
hope that Debbie had missed it but that would never happen, not even in
my dreams.
"...Gennie again..., does that mean that you were Gennie before? This
isn't your first time as a gurl, is that what you're saying? Is that the
real reason you have been bothering me to dress differently? You want me
to be uncomfortable in short skirts and high heels so that you can
pretend that it's you on display in my body dressed in such revealing and
embarrassing clothes because you are such a big macho man that you're
afraid of a skirt and some shoes."
I just sat and glared at them. No matter what I said it would just dig my
hole deeper than it already was.
"What honey, no response? Well I'll tell you what, you be a good gurl
for the rest of the procedure and I'll forget your continuing use of very
un-lady like language. Now take off your robe and lay back down like you
were, and Annie will finish with your back and butt."
I did as Debbie suggested. The balance of my butt, back and the back of
my arms was much less painful than my legs, since I was almost hairless
in those areas anyway. The procedure progressed rapidly after Debbie had
had her fun with me. After an eternity of laying on my belly and being
constantly reminded that I was squishing my tits, even if I couldn't feel
them, it just didn't feel right not being able to lay flat. I was
instructed to turn over onto my back. I could then see Debbie watching
my reactions as Annie repeated the entire procedure again, this time on
my chest, at least the part she could get to, my arms, and of course my
legs. Being able to see what was happening I realized that the soft warm
hands that had been rubbing in the soothing lotion were not Annie's but
my wife Debbie's. A double edged sword for me I'm afraid. While I
thought I was feeling Annie's hands I enjoyed the sensation, but not
sexually; when I realized that it was my wife's hands I was feeling, the
fantasies started and my poor abused manhood again tried to rise to the
occasion without success.
"Oh sweetie does that bother you when I rub lotion into your legs like
this? Isn't it just scrumptious when I do this to the bikini area? No?
Oh well maybe tonight after the
theater when we're home alone ..." she said while playing with the key
hanging around her neck.
I may sometimes not be the brightest crayon in the box, and I frequently
open my mouth and insert a nyloned foot, but this time I had brains
enough to keep my mouth shut and let my baby blue eyes do all my talking.
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From the torture chamber they led me to a very warm, humid room with
several table/beds where they told me I would receive a nice relaxing
body wrap. The air was scented with some light flowery something and the
music was soft and barely loud enough to be heard. The lighting was low
and diffuse, emanating from some indirect lighting source somewhere. The
scent in the room Annie told me was aroma therapy or some such thing. I
just thought it was a fancy way to say they were burning incense, but I
did notice that the scent was much more subtle and pervasive than any
incense I had ever tried. I was put somewhat at ease when I realized that
this time Debbie was to receive the same treatment as I. She assured me
that I would relax and enjoy this in spite of myself. I had my doubts.
Much as I hate to admit it however, she was right. I did relax, so much
so, that I feel asleep.
The treatment that we had received I later learned was some thing called
an 'Acti Sea' body wrap. Yeah I know it sounds like we should have gone
fishing or some such, but it did feel good. To quote directly from
KARIN's brochure:
"Smooth and creamy Acti Sea Body mud provides an ocean full of active
seaweeds to penetrate skin for the ultimate in purifying, firming and
stimulating the body."
Well at least they used the seaweed on the outside and I didn't have to
eat it. I woke up as I was being de-cocooned. I realized as I was
waking up that my poor abused skin was actually feeling much better,
kinda tingly instead of the burning I had been left with earlier, even
after they had cleaned me up I could still feel the after effects of the
treatment. I decided then that I would like to do this again. I
couldn't help but wonder why this was the exclusive domain of women I
know many men would be happy to receive this type of treatment, if it
wasn't for the stigma of 'Real Men' don't allow themselves to be wrapped
up in seaweed in a prissy smelling room with girly music in the
background. Maybe if they called kelp instead of seaweed...? Nah, you're
right it would never work.
While in my haze of contentment Debbie came over to my table/bed and
climbed her luscious naked body astraddle my own and settled down on her
knees with her hands on my breasts, and her warm sensuous lips attached
to my own. Ah if this is what heaven is like I want to go now. After a
reasonable amount of tonsil tag on both our parts, she gently lifted up
and whispered. "Do you trust me now to know what's good for you?"
"I, I, um, ah, ... can we do that again just so I can be sure?"
"You mean like this?" She again leaned in for a kiss but this time had
me cup her ample breasts in my newly softened hands. Oh how badly I
wanted to take her right then. Never mind that we were in my sister's
salon, or that I looked more woman than man, I was hooked. I knew that no
matter what Debbie asked of me I would do. The jury was still out on
whether I would enjoy what she had in mind for me but right then I didn't
care.
"Cough, cough, ah when you two are done we're here for your 'La Stone'
massages." At least that's what I think they called it. Anyway, instead
of a regular massage with some big strong beast squeezing and pushing on
your body to loosen your muscles, there were two sweet young things and a
series of heated rocks. As crazy as it sounds and as hard as it is to
describe it really did work, I relaxed even more than I would have
believed possible. I was actually disappointed when they told us we were
done and that it was time for our manicures and pedicures. I didn't want
to get up. I wanted to just lie there in the bliss that I had found in
my little sister's retreat from the world.
We put our robes back on and moved out of the spa area into the salon
area with the funny looking pink barber chairs, or maybe they were
dentist's chairs, I don't really know how best to describe them, but then
I guess what the chairs looked like doesn't really matter.
We took the two chairs furthest back and waited for Karin to again
appear.
"So Debbie, did you enjoy your treatments this morning? I would ask
Gennie but she appears to be floating miles away in her hot air balloon.
How's the air up there Gennie dear?"
"Hunh? Air where?"
Debbie and Karin, both laughing I would assume at my euphoric state.
"Honey did you enjoy your massage? Do you want to come here again? Is it
ok for Karin to get started on your hair now?"
Gennie with a stupid grin: "Hair all gone, nothing for Karin to play with
this time, ha ha."
"Sounds like she's doing alright Karin, I think it's ok to get started."
"OK! Gennie, my sweet 'little sister' I will start with washing and then
trimming your hair. At the same time Judy here will be giving you a nice
manicure and then a pedicure and then while I'm trimming your hair Rosa
will be giving Debbie a refreshing Customized Bioelements Facial."
"Oh goodie, a bioengineered face, no wonder your prices are so high and
customers so good looking. Between all these girls that work for you and
your apparently massive vegetable garden, you still have room for a
bioengineering department too. I'm impressed sis I never imagined that
you had so many things going on in here. Do I get a bioengineered face
too?" I just love being sarcastic when I think I can get away with it.
"No dearie, you do not receive a bioelements facial, at least not today.
No we have a facial that you should just love, today you will receive,
hopefully for the only time, our exclusive Skin Treatment for Men."
"Aha, so you admit it finally I am a man!"
"Well of course you are silly, but you LOOK so cute as a lady we just
couldn't resist. The reason you're getting the skin treatment for men
today is because you have abused the skin on your face for so long that
an ordinary facial would never suit you. This facial will help to ease
the irritation of you shaving every day. It will smooth and retexturize
your facial skin, and the best part for you is that it also includes a
destressing massage of your face, neck and shoulders. You should like
that part.
"Mmmmm, more massage good. How 'bout we skip the hair and nails and just
have the facial massage instead." I thought my impish grin quite
endearing, unfortunately it didn't work.
"Enough chatter sis, lean back so I can get started washing your hair.
Judy go ahead and get started on her manicure, I believe she decided on
fashion length nails, isn't that right Gennie?"
"Ah, yeah I guess so whatever it is y'all are talking about."
"Ok, fashion length it is. Would you prefer any particular color of nail
polish then Miss?"
"Oh, I don't know, black, purple no, no I know make them blood red and I
can use them to scare the kids. I can tell them that the blood on my
finger nails is all that's left of last year's students." I was joking
still feeling good from the massage, I figured anything they did to me I
could undo as soon as Debbie undid my chastity. I never thought she
would take me literally on the color.
Judy stuck my fingers into a little bowl of water. Karin tilted the chair
back so that my head was over the sink. A little disconcerting at first
but I soon adjusted to the position only to suddenly have water pouring
over the back of my head. I had not had my hair washed by someone else
since I was kid. At the time it was my mother and I usually screamed
because I didn't want her help. After the initial shock however, I found
it was actually kinda neat to let someone else wash my hair. Karin was
firm with her washing but not so much that it ever hurt, not at all like
it did when mom washed my hair maybe because I fought her so much, it was
more like a scalp massage. My biggest complaint at the time was how
flowery stinky the shampoo was.
So while Judy tortured my finger tips and Karin played with my hair I was
finally able to do a reassessment of my situation. Here I was only a day
and a half into what promised to be a summer of lavender and lace if I
wasn't careful, and I'm just lolling along accepting whatever comes my
way. How could I possibly fall into such complacency so fast?
Was it because Karin reminded so much of mom? She has mom's eyes and she
certainly inherited her smile that could light up a room, was that why I
gave in to her so easily? Or was it because I love Debbie so much that I
would do whatever she asked just to make her happy? Whatever the reason
I had to regain control of my self, I needed to actually decide of I was
going along with them so easily because of fear or fantasy. Was I really
so afraid of being in a chastity belt that I would just follow along? Or
was I actually afraid that the girls would show those pictures of me to
other people?
I mean so far deep inside I have found this whole experience kinda
exciting. But at the same time my father's words continue to ring so
loudly in my mind. I know I truly enjoyed the short time I spent as
gennie as a kid, but was that enough for me to be willing to do all of
this for a whole summer?
I was trained that the man is the leader in society and that the woman is
there to support and fulfill his needs and desires. That being the case
I should be able to overcome the machinations of three conniving females.
Watch out girls, you caught me off guard, you surprised me, you
manipulated me, and I let you get away with it. If I'm going to dress
and act like a woman named Gennie, then I will do so on my own terms. I
can't do anything now since I'm virtually naked, unless you count a
shorty robe and a chastity belt. Right now I don't even have access to
my bra, panties, dress or shoes. So going anywhere right now is not an
option.
Did I just say I don't even have access to MY dress? AGGGGHHH!!!
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What will happen next? Will Dan ever regain his manhood? Is he totally
lost in Gennie in so short a time? Are his ladies really only out to
alter his annoying macho attitude or are they after revenge for him
acting that way and they want to punish and humiliate him? Will
frustration get the best of him and force him to rebel against the only
family he has that he believes loves him? Hmmm...What would you do?
What would you believe?
Just a note here: When I started this narrative and when the parts of it
that are real were happening, there was no such thing as the World Wide
Web. I had associates that thought I was crazy for buying a 14.4 modem
to use with my 386 with a massive 80 meg hard drive and 4 megs of ram.
Why would I need the 'fast' modem just for e-mail and BBs, and I
certainly would never be able to fill such a huge hard drive? My how
things change in such a short time, so would Gennie use the internet to
get free, would s/he use it to understand and expand her universe?
I will say this: every appliance mentioned in this story is real and
available on the www. The custom made chastity was and still is very
expensive but still the most reliable male chastity, just in case anyone
is interested.
Until next time;
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