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A Humiliating Sunday: Don’s View

I brought Sandy her tray and helped her prop some pillows behind her so that she could eat her breakfast.  I watched her with love in my eyes as she enjoyed what I had prepared.  When she finished and was just sipping her coffee I took the tray from her and started to leave the room.  “Don,” she started.  “Make yourself something to eat.  You are going to need your strength today.”

She offered no further explanation and I asked her for none.  I had no idea what evil she was devising but I had told her that I would do anything she asked and I was going to stick to my word.  As I made my way to the kitchen, I knew in my heart, that I had never been happier in my life.

I had just finished some eggs and toast and was taking a sip of coffee when the doorbell rang.  I was a little surprised when I opened the door to see Jenny standing there on the stoop.  She handed me what appeared to be a pair of dog clippers and told me to stand aside.  As she walked past me into the house, she waved her hand in a follow me gesture and said, “Come on slave, we don’t want to keep your goddess waiting.  We have a full day ahead of us.”

I was shocked but I knew that Sandy had shared our situation with her best friend.  And while the news had driven my best friend away, it seemed to have driven my wife and Jenny closer.  I now suspected that what I had thought of as being an unpleasant Sunday was going to turn into a downright humiliating Sunday.

I was led up to our bedroom and told to get naked.  My wife told me that while Sandy was here, that I was to obey her as if the instructions came from her.

“Ok, Jenny,” my wife started.  “Where should we begin?”

“Well, I have been thinking about that, this is going to be a pretty messy project.  Maybe we should take him out on the back porch so we don’t get hair all over your carpet.”

“It really doesn't matter how much of a mess we make, after all, I have a slave to clean up afterward.  And I don’t know about the back porch.  We do have a fence around the yard but it is only four feet high and our neighbors have a pretty good view, especially if they were looking out their upstairs windows.”

“Do you really care if your neighbors see us, shearing off your slave’s hair?”

“Only if they find his nakedness offensive and they report us to the police.  I don’t relish spending the rest of the day in jail.”

“You are pretty good friends with Mary next door, aren’t you?  Why not call her up and tell her what we are planning to do.  Maybe even ask her to come over and help.  That way there won’t be anyone to complain.”

“Jenny, you are just filled with wonderful ideas.  I will do just that.”

Sandy reached for the cordless phone and made the call.  I could hear her tell Mary what she was planning to do and then heard her exclaim, “Really, I had no idea.  Why don’t you come over and lend a hand?  And bring Paula with you.  I would really like to see what you have done with her.”

“Ok, Sandy,” announced.  We might as well go down and get set up on the back porch.  Mary is coming over to give us a hand.  She says she has already been through this with her former husband, and that she has some idea of how to make the process go a little quicker although perhaps not less painful.  You don’t mind suffering a little for our amusement, do you slave?”

“No, goddess.  Anything that makes you happy, I am pleased to do.”

I was then led downstairs and out on our back porch, which was open on all sides, but had a wooden roof over it so that we could enjoy sitting out there without the sun beating down on our heads.  But today was kind of overcast and there was a cold wind blowing out of the north, so the least of my worries was the sun.  I had not been out there for only a few minutes and goose bumps had formed on my unprotected skin.

“My,” Sandy remarked.  “It is downright cold out here.  I am going inside to get a sweater, Jenny would you like one as well?”

“Yes, please,” I don’t want to catch pneumonia in this wind.”

“What about me?” I asked.  “Don’t you think we should move into the house before I get sick?”

Sandy just laughed.  “I am sure you will live.  Besides, I really enjoy seeing all those goosebumps on your skin.  Oh, I hear the doorbell; that must be Mary.  I will be right back.”

I stood there with my arms wrapped tightly across my chest trying in vain to keep a little warmth in my body.  My teeth were chattering loudly and I could see that Jenny was really enjoying herself when Sandy returned with Mary in tow.  And I was shocked to see my neighbor Paul following behind wearing a French maid’s uniform.”

“Paula, I am sure you know Don?  As you can see we are preparing to remove all his hair so that we can eventually turn him into Donna.  Why don’t you tell him how much you enjoy living as your wife’s maid?”

Paula then looked to Mary for instruction.  “Mistress,” he said, “Do I have permission to speak?”

“Of course, slave.  You know anytime a female addresses you that you are required to do as she instructs.  You are nothing more than a slave to me and I grant all other females authority over you.”

“Yes, Don, I love being my wife’s maid.  My only purpose in life is to obey her.”

I started to open my mouth, but my wife quickly put a stop to that.  “I did not give you permission to speak, slave.”

She then turned to the others and announced.  “As much as I would love to keep my slave out here in the cold, I see no reason for the rest of us to be uncomfortable.  Why don’t we move this into the garage?’

Mary then spoke up, “Yes, that was where my friend and I denuded Paula.  Do you have enough open space in there for us to work?”

I think so if we pull both cars out into the driveway.  She then looked at me, “Slave why don’t you go do that while the rest of us go into the house and warm up a bit?”

“But, goddess,” I said.  “Shouldn’t I put some clothes on?  I really don’t want the whole neighborhood to see me naked.”

Sandy got a huge smile on her face and remarked.  “Then I suggest you move as fast as you can, because until we are finished removing your hair, you are not putting on a stitch of clothes.  Now get moving or I will tie you to the front porch and the rest of us will go shopping without you.”

It only took me a few minutes to move the cars from the garage to the driveway, but I was terrified for that short time that my neighbors would see me naked.  If I had only known that I would go through far more humiliating experiences than that before the day was over.

I went back in the house and found my wife and her two female friends sitting at the breakfast bar, sipping coffee.  Paula, on the other hand, was kneeling in front of his wife and she was using him for a footstool.  And I knew that he was far from comfortable because the pointed heels of her shoes were digging into Paula’s back.  But he made no complaint; it was as if he was designed to be a piece of furniture for his wife to use for her pleasure or her amusement.

I waited patiently, not knowing exactly what I was supposed to do.  My wife had instructed me not to speak without her permission, but how was I to get permission unless I spoke?

Finally, Sandy put her coffee cup down and addressed me.  “Slave, I assume you managed to get the cars onto the driveway without getting arrested?”

“Yes, goddess.”

“Well, ladies, let’s get started, we have a lot to accomplish today.  Slave, into the garage.”

When we were all gathered around inside the garage, Sandy addressed Mary.  “Mary, you have been through this before, do you have any suggestions for us?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.  I made some mistakes the first time with Paula and I have rectified them.  When I first decided to remove Paula’s body hair, I made the mistake of immediately tying his arms above his head.  That made it difficult for me to reach his wrists and hands.”

“Pardon me,” said Jenny.  “Why did you find it necessary to tie him up in the first place.  Didn’t he willingly submit?”

“I don’t know if he was willing or not and I didn’t really care, I just wanted him immobile so I didn’t have to keep reaching for him.  And Sandy I am sure you will see the advantages of having your slave tied as well.  But we really need to make sure that all his hair on his hands and arms are removed first.  I see you have a pair of dog clippers.  Have they had much use?”

“No, not really,” remarked Jenny.  “They are fairly new, why do you ask?”

“Well, I don’t know if either of you ladies enjoy seeing a man in pain, but the pair I brought get very hot fairly quickly.  If you want to hear him cry and beg you might want to use mine.”

“Absolutely,” my wife exclaimed.  “I want to make this as painful as possible.”

“Sandy,” I think I am falling in love with you,” remarked Mary.  “I am sure we are going to have so much fun together.”

“Ok, first we need to remove the hair on his hands.  That is difficult at best to clip so I have another method that works quickly and easily.  Slave hold your hands and arms out to me and don’t you dare move a muscle.”  She then produced a butane lighter from her pocket and lit the hair on my fingers on fire.  Well to hell with her warning. I jerked my hand back like a snake had struck it.

“See, that is why he has to be restrained.  Every time something unpleasant happens to them these little sissies try to avoid it.  I warned him not to move, Sandy.  Do I have your permission to discipline him?”

“Of course, treat him as you would Paula.”

“Good, turn and face me, slave.  Now spread your legs nice and wide and put your hands behind your back.”

I had no idea what was about to happen but I knew I had to obey.  I had just gotten into the position she had instructed me to assume when a hard toed boot caught me squarely in the balls.  In excruciating pain, I doubled over and fell to my knees.  With the quickness of a cat, Mary circled behind me and again delivered a boot to my balls from behind.  I curled into a ball and began crying like a baby.  Dear God, certainly Sandy would put a stop to this.  But then I heard her say.  “Mary, I am so glad I invited you over.  I can see right now I have a lot to learn from you.”

She then turned to address me, “Now, slave get back up on your feet and hold out your hands and if you jerk them back again, I will do the testicle kicking.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, goddess,” I said as I painfully got to my feet.  The pain in my balls was so bad that I hardly noticed as Mary burned all the hair from my hands and fingers.  Then she started her clippers and began shaving the hair from my arms.  By the time she was done with that those clippers were already becoming uncomfortable.

She then announced, “It is time to secure his hands to the ceiling.  But you will notice that I have not turned the clippers off.  I made that mistake with Paula and it gave them time to cool down so he did not get the full effect.  I am sure that you want your slave to feel all the heat.”

Jenny then asked, “So how do we secure his hands above his head/”

Mary looked around and said, “Well, I brought some clothes line and I see you have a metal track for your garage door opener.  We will just tie his hands together and pull him up on his toes.”

And within a minute at the most, I was hanging from my arms.  They had pulled me up so that I could stand flat-footed on the concrete.  I thought that was a mistake because Mary had said she wanted me on my toes.  But I quickly learned why.

“You will notice that his legs are together.  Well, we can’t have that, as it would be difficult to get to the hair between his legs.  So what we need to do is to tie his ankles to something that will separate them.  I left that tool on your front porch so excuse me for just a second and I will get it.  But while I am gone would you ladies mind using the lighter to remove the hair from his feet and ankles.  In fact, burn as much as you want but make sure you get the inside of his ankles.”

My wife turned to Jenny and asked, “Would you like to do the honors?  I can see you are chomping at the bit to cause a little pain of your own.”

Sandy didn’t reply, just got an evil grin on her face and picked up the lighter.  She knelt down and I screamed as the fire ignited my hair.

Mary came back with a bar about three feet long with a horseshoe shaped clamps at either end.  She took the bar and roughly shoved it between my ankles and with Sandy’s help was able to spread my legs about as wide as they could go and then secured my ankles to the bar with straps that were attached.

“I had this device made to make it easier for me to punish my slaves testicles.  I am sure you can see the advantage of having him strung up and his legs spread.  In that position, you can kick him repeatedly and he can’t even bend over.”

“How clever,” Sandy said.  “Do you suppose I could get one of those made?”

“Sure, in fact, it was Paula that made this one to my specifications.  I am sure he would be glad to make one for Don, or better yet you could order Don to make it himself with Paula's help.  Do you want to give him a sample kick now?”

“It is tempting,” Sandy said.  “But I really want to get this task done in time for us to go shopping.  I have a lifetime to cause him pain.”

“Well, if time is of the essence, why don’t we use all the tools at our disposal?  Jenny fire up your clippers, I will use mine on the more sensitive areas since they are already hot, and Sandy, why don’t you burn off as much of his leg hair as you can with the lighter?  Of course, we need to remove his chastity device so we can get the hair around his pubes.  And the debilitating cream can wait for another day if you are in a hurry.  We will get his hair as short as possible, hose him down with the garden hose, dry him off and take him shopping.”

“Sounds like a plan,” my goddess announced.

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