Kiltedslave

The Meeting Part 1

by Lady Mistshadow

He stands naked in the middle of the room, arms at his side, eyes cast submissively down. He appears to be calm but I know he's nervous--he's being inspected by his new Domme. I walk around in a circle, examining him from every angle. I shake my head, uttering a simple "tsk, tsk" at the amount of hair left on his body, though I can see that he tried to remove some of it. He stirs a little but then stills, remembering his orders. Knowing ho nervous he must be, I am pleased to see him retrain himself again so quickly.

"Obviously, slave, all this hair is unacceptable. We are going to have to get you waxed immediately.' I watch him closely to gauge his reaction. Waxing will be painful, especially to a man who is this hairy. However, he doesn't flinch or move, instead simply agreeing demurely. "Yes, Mistress." Again, I am pleased.

"Get your clothes on, slave. We're going out. When we come back you'll be considerably more feminine." He seems excited at the possibilities implied there for he dresses quickly. A few moments later we are in a taxi on our way to the beauty shop. This is the first time I've ever traveled in this city, so I look out of the window at the sights while maintaining a stern eye on my new slave. Finally we arrive. I go in, making sure he follows behind in an appropriately submissive manner. So far, so good, I think to myself. Yes, this slave has a good attitude.

`more soon`