I was finally having a full night of sleep while wearing my chastity cage. Of course I woke up with a raging boner that made the ring tug on my balls without mercy, but at least my body didn’t seem that discomfort enough reason to wake me up at all times.

Still, being locked up and unable to masturbate was on my mind at all times and I found myself longing for the next Wednesday, hoping this time Patty would give me my keys back and being able to finally jerk off and cum.

That Monday evening, around 9, Patty texted me.

“Hey sweetie, are you free tomorrow evening?”

“Yes, I am.” I replied immediately, glad she found time to see me a day early.

“Good,” she replied a couple of minutes later. “I’ve made an appointment for you. Make sure you are here at 7:30,” followed by an address in our home town. “Tell them I sent you.”

I quickly looked up the address on Google Maps and saw it was the address of our local spa. I’d never been there, but I knew where it was.

“What’s the appointment for?” I texted back.

“It’s a surprise,” she replied. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

Wait, she wasn’t gonna be there? And what’s with the mystery, I wondered. “Aren’t you going to be there?” I sent her.

“I really wish I could, but I have other plans. Have fun! I’ll see you Wednesday.” I got from her.

Well, this is weird, I wondered. I looked at the pictures of the front of the building again and noticed a small sign advertising tanning boots, and then I knew why she had made me an appointment. I had been wearing T-shirts all summer and although my arms and face were pretty tanned by now, my body was white as a snowflake. It did look a bit weird, so I totally understood why she wanted me to go there.

That Tuesday evening I had a quick microwave dinner after work and headed to the spa. When I stepped out of my airconditioned car into the warmth of this nice summer evening, I noticed I was pretty nervous. I hated surprises.

I entered the building into a nicely decorated lobby. It wasn’t too fancy, but there was soft music and it smelled like lavender. The lighting was great and it just felt nice.

I walked towards the reception counter, where a very pretty girl put up her best customer service smile and ask: “Hi, how may I help you?”

“Hi,” I said softly. “I’m Conrad. Patty sent me here.”

Her smile turned into a genuine smile as she said: “Ah, you’re Patty’s friend. We were expecting you. Please have a seat, Deborah will be right with you.”

I thanked her and sat down on one of the few chairs that made up a waiting area. I was puzzled. I was kinda expecting her to direct me into a tanning booth or something, but apparently someone was gonna help me.

I looked around the lobby. There was noone else there, just me and the girl behind the counter. There were some pictures of nice looking models and some sample trays with beauty products.

A few minutes later, a tall blond women, a little older than me but not by much, with boobs that were mismatching her figure, screaming ‘fake’ at me, came in through a door and approached me.

“Hi, you must be Patty’s friend,” she said. I liked her tone of voice, she sounded really friendly. “Conrad was it, right?”

“Yes,” I said, standing up and shaking her hand briefly.

She smiled at me. She had real friendly eyes. “Hi, welcome. I’m Deborah. Would you come with me?”

I nodded and followed her through the door into a well lit, windowless room with a very large massage table in the center. Ah, I wondered, Patty is treating me to a massage. That’s sweet.

Deborah closed the door behind me and smiled at me.

“So, is this the first time having a wax job for you or have you have it done before?” she asked.

My eyes went wide. Wax? Like in removing pubic hair?

Deborah read my startled face immediately and said: “Oh, you didn’t know what the appointment was for?”

“Erm, no,” I stammered. “Patty just told me to be here at 7:30, nothing more.” I felt a little awkward.

Deborah just smiled her friendly smile. “Oh, that’s alright. Patty booked you for a full body wax,” she said. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

A full body wax!? I wondered. Like in all of my body hair? I was stunned for a second.

Deborah just patiently smiled and after a few seconds she said: “Please, take off your clothes. I can’t work with you with your clothes on.”

I got myself together and started to take off my shirt. Then suddenly I realize I would have to be naked for this and Deborah would see me in my chastity cage. I felt myself blush as I turned my back to Deborah and took of my pants.

“Should I keep my underwear on?” I asked her, furiously hoping she’d say yes and safe me the embarrassment.

“No, those too please,” she said.

I slipped of my boxers and put my hands in front of my cage before I shyly turned around.

Deborah was laying out some things on a rolling cart next to the table. She saw me standing like that and said: “No need to be shy, there is nothing I haven’t seen before.” She warmly smiled at me. “Please, lay down on your back.”

I felt frozen. Should I tell her I was wearing a cage or just lay down? I felt really embarrassed and of course my cock reacted to that by waking up and starting to grow a little. No, please, not now, I wondered, feeling my sexual excitement starting.

I willed myself into moving and blushed deeply as I stepped on the table and laid down on my back as instructed. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, laying on that table and exposing my secret. My cock loved it though.

“Oh, that’s cute,” Deborah said when she turned around again, noticing the cage. She was putting on blue rubber gloves, making me feel like I was about to have a medical procedure. “But it will be in the way though, so can you take it off please?” she asked.

“No, I don’t have the keys,” I stammered, hoping Deborah would send me home and safe me this whole ordeal.

“Oh, that’s probably why Patty gave me these,” she said, taking my keys from her pocket. She handed them to me.

I sat up and put the keys into the lock. When I took of the cage part, freeing my cock for the first time in days, it reacted by quickly growing, as if it was stretching in his new found freedom. Immediately I pushed it inward and through the ring to prevent it from going hard all the way and leaving me trapped in the ring, as I had been when I showed Patty how to edge.

Deborah took the cage, ring and lock from me and put them on the counter as I laid back down, my semi hard cock lying in it’s bed of trimmed pubic hair, feeling really, really naked and exposed.

Deborah briefly took a little of my leg hair between her fingers to examine it’s length, professionally ignoring my semi hard cock. She took an electric clipper from the cart and started quickly and proficiently shortening the hair on my lower legs.

“So, this is your first wax job?” she asked again.

I nodded.

“Are you nervous about it?”

I hadn’t really wondered about it, being so preoccupied with the embarrassment of stripping naked while wearing a chastity cage, but her question made me fully realize this woman would begin to pull out the hairs on my leg with roots and all in a few minutes and I felt my heartbeat increase.

“Yes, a little,” I said. It was a little bit of an understatement.

She had trimming my lower leg and moved up to my thighs, gently stroking my inner thigh towards my crotch to raise the hairs before clipping them short. The movement of her hand sent a jolt of excitement through my lower belly.

I silently laid there feeling awkward, letting her do her job.

“How long have you known Patty?” she asked, making conversation.

“About five years I think,” I answered while Deborah started trimming my other leg. I quickly did the math. I’ve met her on her 18th birthday and I was 23 at the time. I was 28 now. “Almost six years,” I corrected myself.

“Are you a couple?” she asked with a little sexy undertone that people sometimes have asking about intimate relations.

“Oh no, we’re just very good friends,” I said. “She has a boyfriend.”

“Oh, I see. Interesting,” she said while putting the clippers away.

She rumbled around a little and then I felt her put a very warm, sticky substance on the front of my right thigh. I couldn’t see well what she was doing, lying on my back, but I felt her push something on it. Here it comes, I wondered.

“Deep breath,” she said. I inhaled and with a strong pull she yanked the cloth of my leg.

It felt like the skin on my leg combust in a searing, burning pain. It felt more like a burn than a pull and it hurt really, really bad! I tried not to be a pussy, but I couldn’t help but scream in pain for a second. Luckily the pain subsided immediately, leaving a slight burning and throbbing sensation that wasn’t really that bad.

“Oh, that hurt!” I said. And then I noticed my dick was fully hard now.

“Yes, it can be a little painful,” she said while immediately applying more warm wax right next to the part she had just done.

I put my hands over my crotch in an attempt to hide my cock from view.

“Don’t worry about your erection,” she said warmly and professional. “It actually happens quite a lot.” Then she pulled the second strap off, just as I lowered my hands again.

I refrained from screaming, but it hurt like hell. It did seem a bit more manageable now I knew the feeling. How am I gonna get through this torture if she’s gonna do my whole body? I thought.

I folded my hands behind my head, preparing for another wave of intense pain of hairs being pulled out of my skin with hundreds at a time.

The next strap, on my inner thigh, just below my balls, hurt even more. I had decided to take the pain and not fight it, to just let it happen. I grunted as I felt the muscles in my belly contract in an attempt to deal with the pain.

On the next pull, I noticed the pain just jolted through my body and went straight to my crotch. My dick would pump itself up and relax again as soon as the pain was gone. I felt very aware of my exposed cock, just floating above my belly, jumping up and bloating each time she pulled off a strap. It was utterly embarrassing and I thought if it was the pain or the embarrassment that made me so hard. It probably was both, combined with it being locked up for days, I concluded, as another jolt of pain made my balls pull up as my cock bounced.

Deborah worked quickly and efficiently, having the whole front of my right leg done in no time, although it seemed like an eternity.

“Are you alright?” she asked after she moved to my left leg. She stood next to my hip, next to my pulsing erection, and looked down on me to see my face. I was glad she had such friendly eyes, it made me feel a little more at ease.

“Yeah,” I said. “I think I’m starting to get used to it a little.”

She just smiled briefly and returned her attention to my left leg.

Now I had gotten to know the pain and learned to tolerate it, it wasn’t really as bad as the first leg she did. I got into the rhythm, I guess. Wax on, cloth on and shearing pain leading to throbbing. Again and again. It wasn’t nice or anything, but I could just tolerate it. It helped me a lot to keep telling myself I was doing this for Patty. If it would make her happy, I would gladly suffer this pain for her.

After Deborah had finished with the front of my legs, she quickly took care of my armpits. Weirdly enough I found those to be less painful than my legs, although it could have been that I just was getting used to hairs being pulled from my skin. Then she waxed my nipples, which weren’t too bad either. After that she gently let her gloved had glide across my smooth chest, looking for any hair there. I knew I had exactly three chest hairs somewhere and she found them all, quickly pulling them out with the cloth she had used for my nipples.

“Can you flip over for me?” Deborah asked.

I carefully turned around and positioned myself back on the center of the table. Now I was lying on my cock, which pressed into the padding of the table.

She quickly trimmed the back of my legs and my buttocks with the electric clippers and then went on to wax them smooth. As I lay there, I had the submissive idea to thank Patty after each cloth she pulled off. Wax on, cloth on, aaawww, thank you Patty, I said for each strap she pulled off. And every time I felt the pain grow right to my crotch, inflating my penis, trapped between the table and my belly. I was getting really, really turned on and could feel the head of my cock leaking precum. I knew there would be wet spot as soon as I got off the table and I felt embarrassed again.

When my legs were done, she asked: “Can you get on all fours please?”

I did as I was told, and got up, my hard cock dangling in the air.

Deborah guided me a backwards a little, to the edge of the table, and then she started to apply the wax my butt crack and perineum. It felt really awkward, having a woman I’d never met before looking straight at my butthole and balls. I could feel her pressing on my butthole as she applied the cloth.

When she yanked it off, I screamed again, pretty load this time, while involuntary trampling with my feet. I had never expected that strap to hurt this much. I could feel my eyes water as I lowered my head. As I looked down, I could see my cock bouncing while it leaked a long, thin string of precum right onto the table.

“That’s the most sensitive part for most people,” she reassured me while she gently rubbed the area to soothen the pain a little and looking for any hairs she may have missed.

“Okay, that’s as smooth as a babies butt now,” she joked. “Can you lie on your back again? I have to do your goin.”

I did as she asked. She’d seen I was hard of course, but previously she could professionally ignore that. But now there was no way around my erect cock to get to area she needed to work on.

I felt really embarrassed of my erection as she started working on my scrotum first. This area she waxed with a big ball of glob or something, making small, fast movements to pull the hair out, while keeping the skin tight with two or three fingers. Essentially she gave my balls a pretty rough massage during the process. My cock cried some more precum as a result. The embarrassment, the mild pain and her fingers digging into my balls where all pretty uncomfortable and again I reminded myself I was doing this all for Patty.

I tried to lighten the situation a little by trying to make some small talk.

“May I ask something?” I asked.

“Of course, ask away,” she said, looking away from my hard cock and balls for a second to smile at me.

“Am I the first guy to come in here wearing a chastity cage?” I asked, a little reserved, but genuinely curious.

“No,” she said. “There is a couple that has been coming here for years, always together. He wears one and she always unlocks it for him and locks it again afterwards.” She moved upwards, pushing my cock apart with her gloved hand to apply wax on the left side of my pubic region. The feel of someone touching my penis felt exciting and embarrassing.

“Other then that, I had a guy a few years back that wore one, so it’s not strange or weird or anything,” she assured me while yanking out a strip of my pubic hair. The burning sensation made my cock ooze some more precum on her glove.

She pushed my cock downward, towards my knees. It felt rough, professional and impersonal and I loved being handled like that. For a short moment I was afraid that if she kept moving my cock around I might cum. I was really ashamed for it being that hard and dripping precum, a fact she must have noticed by now.

After pulling off another strip, I asked her: “How long have you been doing this job?”

“Oh, 16 years now I believe,” she said while smearing wax on the last part of my body that still had any hair on it while keeping my cock out of the way.

After she pulled that last strip, she grabbed my penis and pushed it around while using that ball of glob to pick and pull any remaining little hairs on the base of my cock.

Again I was sure I would cum if she kept doing that, but she finished her job down there pretty quickly. I was so turned on, I was really, really looking forward to going home and jerk off now that I was out of that cage.

“Well, you’re done,” she said, smiling at me and pulling off the latex cloves. “Smooth as a baby. You can get up now.”

I sat up and looked at my legs for the first time since we started. They looked even more naked now. And I felt even more naked. I let my hands slide across the skin, amazed at how smooth they were. I wondered it felt very sexy. I briefly felt my groin region as well, curious to see how smooth it was. My skin seemed more sensitive for touch as well, although that may be because it was still a little sore.

I got up and took my underwear from my pile of clothes.

“Oh, hold on,” Deborah said. “Patty asked me to return the keys to her after locking whatever they were for, so I think you are supposed to put your chastity cage back on.”

I was really disappointed for a second. I realized Deborah was just the messenger though and I didn’t want her to feel any more awkward than she might have already, so I just said: “Oh yeah, thanks, I almost forgot.”

Luckily my cock started to come down as soon as I had sat up, making it a little easier to put the cage on. I was still dripping with precum though and I was amazed on how smooth my body was as I looked at it while putting my cock in the cage. I locked it and handed the keys back to Deborah.

“Thanks for the friendly way you treated me,” I said to Deborah while putting my clothes on.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I hope it wasn’t too bad for you?”

“Nah, once I got used to the pain, it wasn’t that bad,” I said. It was partly a lie, it had been torture, but it was doable and I was happy I could make Patty happy by suffering for her. And that made up for it, really.

“Good, I’d love to see you back if you start growing out again,” she smiled.

On my way out, I asked the pretty girl at the counter if Patty had already paid for my treatment, but she hadn’t. So I paid what I was due and went home, frustrated to be locked again, but happy with the results.

Back home, I grabbed a beer, thinking I had really deserved one after that ordeal, and stripped naked. I loved the sight and feel of my smooth body. It made me feel sexy. And submissive, in a way. Like it put me in place and reminded me I wasn’t a real man or something. As if only real man, the sort of guys Patty would date and fuck, had body hair and I didn’t. It seemed to endorse the position I had in Patty’s life.

I kept stroking my legs and pubic region, not getting enough of the feeling. If it hadn’t been for the chastity cage I would have jerked off and cum already. And still, although I wanted to cum really bad, I loved wearing the cage for Patty as well. As if my suffering and abstinence honored her. I realized I wanted to suffer for her, to honor her in that way.

When I slid into bed later, I suddenly realized that Patty was actually pretty cunning. Having me waxed smooth strengthened her control over me. What if I met a girl right now? How would I tell her why I was smooth as a baby, as Deborah had put it. I couldn’t just get naked with a girl and pretend Patty didn’t control me anymore. Being smooth actually restricted my freedom in a way and it was a constant reminder of Patty’s dominance. One that couldn’t be unlocked with a key and taken off.

I fell asleep feeling sexy, horny and owned. And I loved it.