I am a healthy European man who enjoys using fit submissive males. Along the way I enjoy helping submissive males and the men they serve better understand each other. Re-posted images deleted upon request.
I told donmi2 which store to go to get the pantyhose I wanted him to wear. It was a small, local boutique owned by a friend of my sister. Her husband had left her for a man just a few months before, so it was still a little raw for her. When donmi2 came in and asked her for some sexy pantyhose that fit him, she was in no mood for it.
"If you want me to help you, faggot, then strip, get on your knees, and beg me," she ordered.
He looked around. It was a small shop with big windows in the front. Anyone who looked in would be able to see him. He hesitated too long.
"Get naked or get out of my shop," she commanded. "Right now."
He really had no choice. He stripped and got on his knees. "Please, ma'am. I need a pair of pantyhose in my size."
"Turn around," she demanded, and he complied.
"You will need to get your legs, ass, and crotch waxed. You should probably get your chest done, too. A man who wants you in pantyhose probably doesn't want to see your chest hair. Here's the pantyhose you need," she held up a package. "They are normally $15, but for you they are $60."
He didn't know what else to do but crawl to his pants, pull out his wallet, and hand her his credit card.
She rang up the sale. "I'm going to keep these pantyhose until you come back and show me you have had your hair removed. Don't take too long, though. I'll keep your credit card information on file, and charge you $20 a day for every day I hold the merchandise for you. Here's the card for a salon nearby that will give you a full body wax. Now pick up your clothes and get your sorry ass out of my store."
He quickly threw on his clothes, not even noticing his shirt was on inside out and backwards. He didn't want her to see that he his dick was rock hard. He looked at the card she gave him. The place really was close. He decided to walk there, hoping his boner would go down on the way.
"You girly boy Debbie call about?" The woman at the salon said in broken English. "Take off clothes."
He didn't hesitate this time.
"You go out back and trim nasty crotch hair," the woman said, handing him a pair of scissors.
His dick started to get hard again as he realized the salon worker was going to make him cut his own pubic hair. He did as she said, though, and went naked out a back door to the alley where he used the scissors to cut off his pubic hair. He did the best he could before walking back inside. She put him up on a table and began the long, painful process of having all the hair below his neck ripped off him.
When it was finally over, he returned to the boutique to claim the pantyhose he had purchased earlier. Debbie was just locking the front door as he arrived.
"Come back tomorrow," she told him. "I'm closed."
"Please, ma'am," he begged. "I need to get those pantyhose today." In fact, he needed them right now. He was supposed to be at my place at 6:00 sharp, and he was cutting it close.
"I'll do it for a $100 after-hours charge," she offered.
"Here," he said, handing her his credit card. A $15 pair of pantyhose was now up to $160, not counting the waxing.
"Get on your knees and wait here," she told him, taking his card and going back into the shop. She charged his card and grabbed his pantyhose. She threw his card, pantyhose, and receipt on the ground as she turned to lock the door to her shop.
He picked up his stuff and ran to his car, quickly changing into the pantyhose before sliding into the driver's seat and racing to my house, getting there just two minutes before 6:00. He stood at my front door, looking a this phone, waiting for it to change from 5:59 to 6:00 before ringing my doorbell. As he dropped to his knees waiting for me to answer, he saw his little dick was rock hard again.
It had been a humiliating day for him so far, but the most important thing was he made it to my place on time. In less than an hour, my buddies would be arriving to play poker, and donmi2, wearing only the pantyhose and a smile, will be serving us snacks and drinks. Before that happened, we had enough time for him to suck my cock and tell me how much he loved being my bitch. He thought he didn't like doing anything he did or was about to so, but he was hard almost all day, and next week he'd be stroking himself off thinking about it.
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I told donmi2 which store to go to get the pantyhose I wanted him to wear. It was a small, local boutique owned by a friend of my sister. Her husband had left her for a man just a few months before, so it was still a little raw for her. When donmi2 came in and asked her for some sexy pantyhose that fit him, she was in no mood for it.
"If you want me to help you, faggot, then strip, get on your knees, and beg me," she ordered.
He looked around. It was a small shop with big windows in the front. Anyone who looked in would be able to see him. He hesitated too long.
"Get naked or get out of my shop," she commanded. "Right now."
He really had no choice. He stripped and got on his knees. "Please, ma'am. I need a pair of pantyhose in my size."
"Turn around," she demanded, and he complied.
"You will need to get your legs, ass, and crotch waxed. You should probably get your chest done, too. A man who wants you in pantyhose probably doesn't want to see your chest hair. Here's the pantyhose you need," she held up a package. "They are normally $15, but for you they are $60."
He didn't know what else to do but crawl to his pants, pull out his wallet, and hand her his credit card.
She rang up the sale. "I'm going to keep these pantyhose until you come back and show me you have had your hair removed. Don't take too long, though. I'll keep your credit card information on file, and charge you $20 a day for every day I hold the merchandise for you. Here's the card for a salon nearby that will give you a full body wax. Now pick up your clothes and get your sorry ass out of my store."
He quickly threw on his clothes, not even noticing his shirt was on inside out and backwards. He didn't want her to see that he his dick was rock hard. He looked at the card she gave him. The place really was close. He decided to walk there, hoping his boner would go down on the way.
"You girly boy Debbie call about?" The woman at the salon said in broken English. "Take off clothes."
He didn't hesitate this time.
"You go out back and trim nasty crotch hair," the woman said, handing him a pair of scissors.
His dick started to get hard again as he realized the salon worker was going to make him cut his own pubic hair. He did as she said, though, and went naked out a back door to the alley where he used the scissors to cut off his pubic hair. He did the best he could before walking back inside. She put him up on a table and began the long, painful process of having all the hair below his neck ripped off him.
When it was finally over, he returned to the boutique to claim the pantyhose he had purchased earlier. Debbie was just locking the front door as he arrived.
"Come back tomorrow," she told him. "I'm closed."
"Please, ma'am," he begged. "I need to get those pantyhose today." In fact, he needed them right now. He was supposed to be at my place at 6:00 sharp, and he was cutting it close.
"I'll do it for a $100 after-hours charge," she offered.
"Here," he said, handing her his credit card. A $15 pair of pantyhose was now up to $160, not counting the waxing.
"Get on your knees and wait here," she told him, taking his card and going back into the shop. She charged his card and grabbed his pantyhose. She threw his card, pantyhose, and receipt on the ground as she turned to lock the door to her shop.
He picked up his stuff and ran to his car, quickly changing into the pantyhose before sliding into the driver's seat and racing to my house, getting there just two minutes before 6:00. He stood at my front door, looking a this phone, waiting for it to change from 5:59 to 6:00 before ringing my doorbell. As he dropped to his knees waiting for me to answer, he saw his little dick was rock hard again.
It had been a humiliating day for him so far, but the most important thing was he made it to my place on time. In less than an hour, my buddies would be arriving to play poker, and donmi2, wearing only the pantyhose and a smile, will be serving us snacks and drinks. Before that happened, we had enough time for him to suck my cock and tell me how much he loved being my bitch. He thought he didn't like doing anything he did or was about to so, but he was hard almost all day, and next week he'd be stroking himself off thinking about it.
20-0311