Sissy Training Program Ch. 04

Sissy Training Program

By Sissy Marcy

Synopsis: Curious Man is Blackmailed and Trained as a Sissy.

Keywords: crossdressing, femdom, blackmail, bondage, spanking, slavery, MM, FM

4. Humiliating Trip to the Salon

My domina walked with me toward the front door of the convention center. She was directing me, a crossdressed man in a pink blouse and white pleated miniskirt, through the brightly lit entryway. While we were walking she said, "You are going to walk to your appointment and you cannot be late. I already paid in full with your credit card, and you have nowhere else to go. So you better walk directly there and not dilly-dally. Do not forget that I have your wallet, phone, and car key with me. I know who you are. Those videos you just recorded can be posted online and the link can be shared with your wife, family and coworkers."

We walked outside and the sunlight was strong. My pink shirt was bright and I feared how many people would see my flat chest and laugh at how I am a crossdresser. We stopped outside where the valets were moving cars and masses of people were coming and going.

She asked "Why do you think I beat your ass so hard to unlock your phone?" I could not find a way to answer before she continued, "Because I now have your contact list, emails and phone numbers that I extracted to build a distribution list."

She lifted her phone up, started playing a video and turned the screen toward me so I could watch. She held the phone within a few inches of my face and saw the shock in my eyes as it played. It was a clip from what she recorded earlier. The quality of the video was very good, and it clearly showed me in it. The sound of her phone was loud and I recognized my own voice asking to become sissy. In fact, she set the volume so loud that some in the crowd of bystanders started taking an interest, as they stood waiting at the hotel entrance.

When the clip finished, she said. "And this is where I wrote up an email to your contacts with the video you just saw. See, there is 124 email addresses in there! All from your phone!"

She laughed at me and put her phone away.

She said "You should have resisted more. Your reluctance to give me the unlock code meant a lot of exercise swinging that paddle. I mean, I must have paddled your ass for a half hour and you still refused to give me your pin. But then I tried squeezing and slapping your panty crotch, and you broke down like a sissy baby. It was so cute when I had your balls in one hand, holding them tightly while paddling your ass. You could barely squirm because I held you stationary by the balls. All you could do is twist a little and push up on your toes. Like a little ballerina. The crowd loved it and thought it was all part of the show. When you finally cried out the four digit pin and begged for me to stop, it was sweet victory. People even clapped after your sissy performance!"

I dreaded the memory of what happened. But she was right. I had to walk to salon down the road or the videos would go to everyone I know.

Then she said "The email wont be sent if you go to your appointment, behave, and follow all of their instructions. I will call them to check on how your appointment is going. Now hurry up, you have a half hour to walk. Don't make any wrong turns and don't be late."

I turned away from my domina and started walking in the direction she pointed. The walk became humiliating and scary. Outside of the hotel, its the public, less safe. I felt vulnerable as I left the safety of the hotels. There were stares at almost every block. People in the cars were checking me out while at red lights. At one of the crosswalks, some driver shouted something like "Hey cutie ..." but I tried not to pay attention. I focused on walking to my appointment and not stopping. The threat of the video being emailed to all my contacts was enough to keep me under her thumb, for now.

When I got to the place, "Rianna's" it was in a strip mall in one of the predominately black neighborhoods. The sign in the front of the store had photos of black women with different hairdos, afros and weaves. I was thinking this didn't seem like the right place for a sissy white guy to get his body hair waxed.

I was late, there was no time to think about it, so I pulled the door handle and entered. Inside I saw two employees and a customer, all female, all black. And they all turned their head to look at me and stared. I felt like a little mouse entering a den of lions as I stood there in plain view. One employee slowly said "What the..." in disbelief as she continued looking over my appearance.

This wasn't getting any easier so I decided to speak up. "I'm here for a 3 pm appointment."

The second employee walked to the front counter, keeping me in view the whole time. She looked at some hand-written notes on her calendar. Then said "You must be Sissy Marcy."

I admitted "Yes. Thats me. I called earlier."

She said "I can see why you are called Sissy."

That comment humiliated me but aroused me at the same time. I felt my cock getting longer and then felt my cockhead touch lace waistband of my panties. I changed my standing position, stepped around and fidgeted. All of their eyes were on me, like I was on stage or something.

Then she grinned and said "You are getting a full body wax, legs, arms and ass. What a treatment. Its going to sting! But its worth it. You will look so much nicer dressed as a woman without all that hair. This will go a long way towards that sissy appearance you are going for."

I said "I'm not going for sissy appearance. I sort-of ... have to be here... ". I didn't want to have to explain that my mistress sent me down here for a waxing. So I just stopped talking.

She stepped toward me and said "Alright Marcy, walk with me to the treatment room." She walked to the a door a few feet beyond the washing sinks. Opened it and motioned for me to enter. I went inside, she followed and said "Take off of your clothes and lay on the table, face down. Best to be completely nude."

I removed my blouse and skirt and put them on the chair in the corner. When I pulled down my panties, I felt the relief of sliding the thong out of my ass crack. I realized that this would be my first opportunity to examine the panties my mistress purchased for me (using my money). There was a pouch for my cock up front and thong in the back that swept a curved triangular shape up to the waistband. The bright pink color, lace and ribbon at the waistband made them look feminine. I put my panty on top of the blouse, which was also colored hot pink. There wasn't much fabric to the skirt or blouse either. The silky pile of clothing on the chair included everything I was wearing, but it looked minuscule. Then I climbed onto the elevated table at the center of the room and laid face down. There was a hole in the table to position my eyes and face and stay comfortable while looking down at the carpeted floor.

After a few minutes, I heard the door open and the employee say "All ready?", and she immediately entered without waiting for an answer. I could hear a wheel cart being rolled into the room and the occasionally clanging noises from the items on top. I could not see her, but only the occasional shadow moving on the carpet below the table.

As she was preparing her tools she said, "Wow Marcy, we don't get many white guys coming in here. But here you are with your sissy white ass exposed waiting for a black woman to wax all the hair off. You want to look even more feminine than your fagot honky ass already does. Unbelievable."

She began touching the back of my legs which startled me because it was unexpected. She stroked various areas of my body and pulled at the little short hairs on my legs. I supposed she was checking the hair that she would soon be waxing, to see what she was dealing with. My body hair was longer than the average customer so I supposed extra wax would be required.

Then I felt the unmistakable heat of hot liquid wax on my left ankle as she spread it out on my skin. My hair wax being trapped in the wax as it cooled. Then she pressed some paper-like material on top so that it would stick. I could feel it cool and harden within a few seconds. She suddenly ripped the paper strip away from my skin pulling the hair with it.

It hurt but it was bearable. The process was repeated numerous times, steadily ripping the hair off almost every surface of my entire body. The repeated bursts of pain seemed to go on for an hour which was exhausting and I was breaking down psychologically. And when she waxed my groin and balls, I was breathless from the stinging pain. Most of my ball waxing was done while lying on my back, facing up, so I could see her face as she worked above me. I could see the look of satisfaction in her face as she continued to repeat the waxing on my most intimate areas. She could see me grimace in pain but she would not slow down. I was breathing heavily from this grueling ordeal.

Her phone suddenly rang and she paused her work to answer. I exhaled a sigh of relief that this pain was stopping... even though it was only temporary. I took the opportunity to look down and see my hairless body. My balls looked smaller, and my legs look feminine. I felt vulnerable being naked in front her while she was fully clothed on her phone call. Then I realized that the person calling her was my domina from the femdom convention. I overheard her say that I am almost done and that she can do my eyebrows.

"Great", I moaned. My eyebrows would be getting waxed too. My domina was ordering extra treatments on my body, without even asking or informing me. And she was undoubtedly charging my credit card.

The phone conversation she was having continued for a few more minutes but I could not figure out what they were talking about. When she finished the call, my attention perked up, because I wasn't sure what would happen next.

She said nothing, and did a few more waxings around my navel. Then I had to hold my balls out of the way, spread my legs wide, pull my ass cheeks open with my hands, and hold various other poses to give her access for waxing. Finally she said its over except for some anal hair and my eyebrows. She had me get down from the table and stand up beside it. Then I had to bend at the waist, and lay my chest across the table, so my head was over the other side. I saw the second employee walk into the room past my naked ass that was aimed toward the doorway. I realized that they weren't closing the door and my hairless nude white body was visible to anyone walking by. The two of them began waxing my body in two places at the same time. I was told to pull my ass apart while I felt hot wax dripping down my crack and over my anus. While that was going on, I held my face forward while my eyebrows were waxed, trimmed and plucked. The last portion of my waxing was the most humiliating and degrading of all.

Then she told me to stand up and get dressed. It was getting late and they wanted to close. They were pushing me out the door and locked it when I was outside on the street. I saw myself in the glass reflection and was horrified at how feminine I looked. I couldn't believe that I walked to this place earlier while dressed this way. It was getting late and people should avoid this part of town after dark, especially a white sissy like me. I could also see the girls inside the store packing up and attending to other things. I was not a concern for them anymore and I was now on my own.

It would have been possible to escape at this point. No one was watching me. But I had no money, no ID and no transportation. My domina had all my stuff and had me by the figurative balls. Even if I did find my way home, she could still ruin me with the videos. I had to return to her. There was no choice.

So I started walking back to the hotel, I said to myself that she might be satisfied with the hair waxing and let me go at this point. But deep down I knew she would not relent until completing all of these terrible sissy rules. There was a sinking feeling that I would not get out of this without completing all of the rules.

I felt the smooth skin between my two ass-cheeks sliding back and forth, especially near the bottom, where thong was narrowest. Now that my ass and legs are smooth, everything that rubs or slides feels better. Without chest hair, I could feel the fabric of my pink blouse rubbing and gliding across my erect nipples. I sensed the wind breeze through my legs without the leg hair, and the air seemed to reach further up my white skirt. I really didn't want to get an erection because a bulge in front of my skirt would be additional humiliation when re-entering the hotel.