1. The Secretary - Part 2


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: Jess_cd, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    around, slightly panicked, his eyes searching all of our faces eventually looking at me. With a simple raise of my eyebrows I saw Michael submit. He slowly removed his suit, kicking away his shoes before standing before us in his ragged boxer shorts. "Oh dear!" Muttered Marcus under his breath as he retrieved a tape measure from his bag. "Just do what you can Marcus," I said. "James is coming by shortly to help too." Jennifer lit up at this revelation. "Oh James is coming? Can we stay?" She asked as Marcus began to measure my submissive. "Of course you may. It's been a while since the four of us were together." Once Michael's measurements were taken I ordered him to fetch the large rectangular bag which Jenny had brought. He opened it and removed the collapsible massage table from inside before setting it up. "Remove your underwear and lay on your back on the table." Michael did has he was ordered. He seemed almost defeated as he sheepishly kicked his underwear away and lay on the table. Jennifer and I inspected his chest and gently pulled at his chest hair. "All off I think Jenny." She nodded in agreement as she produced waxing strips from her bag. Michael looked worried. "Um... Mistress? I don't mean to annoy you but what would I tell my wife?" I leaned in close to his face. "That appears to not be my problem." He tried to sit up but before he could I placed my hand over his mouth and leant with all the strength my slight frame would allow. He relented as Jennifer applied ...
    the first strip. I felt him twitch beneath me as she tore it from him, leaving a reddening patch of skin. I released my grip as Jenny continued her work. She removed the hair from his chest before moving on to the classic back, sack, and crack wax. I left Michael on his hands and knees, freshly waxed arse in the air, as I answered my phone. I gave directions, hung up, and before long a firm knock at the door. Marcus answered and showed James into the room. James was tall, black, shaven headed, and muscular. Through his too tight shirt his muscles rippled as he moved. I went to greet him and he embraced me tightly. The four of us fussed around each other for some time, almost completely forgetting our kneeling toy. Eventually I took James to him and watched as James inspected him. Poking his sagging belly, squeezing his flabby arms, all the while shaking his head. "This is James, Michael," I announced. "He is going to be your trainer. In case you hadn't worked it out Marcus is your tailor, and Jennifer your beauty therapist. I say they are yours but of course they are mine, Michael. They will shape you into someone I am not ashamed to be seen with." I pulled him by the neck and onto his feet. The four of us stood in front of him. Jennifer passed me a small, clear, plastic device. I held it in front of his face. "Do you know what this is Michael?" "Yes Mistress." "Tell me." "It's a chastity device, Mistress." "And how do you know that?" "I... I don't know, Mistress," he answered ...
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