“Of course, Daniel. If you help me buy the car, I'll let you come as often as you can tonight.”
That was a tempting offer. Seventeen thousand euros were a lot of money, but there was also this dark little secret, which had often been on my mind. My aunt had not only bequeathed me the house and various plots of land, but also a safe deposit box containing all the black money that my uncle had accumulated in the course of his professional life. No one had ever asked questions about it, but the tax office would certainly take note of it should I try to transfer the funds. But if I withdrew the sum for the car, nobody would take notice. Even my legally invested assets would be enough for me to live on, but I liked my job, working with numbers. Babette looked at me eagerly, like a snake, valuing a possible prey. But I couldn't resist Michelle's beseeching eyes and her smile.
“All right, Michelle. Let's go to the bank.”
Michelle jumped up and embraced me passionately. She pushed her body against mine and kissed me fiercely. Her tongue penetrated my mouth; it felt like a wild, little animal. Immediately, I felt the cock cage again, pushing against my throbbing erection. Each of the women took one of my arms and we drove to the bank where I had my deposit box. I had always hidden the key to it in the spare wheel in the back of my car. At the counter, I gave the anonymous customer number and we were led into the cellar. A bank employee kept discreetly in the background, while I took twenty thousand euros from the deposit box. Michelle looked over my shoulder and was amazed when she saw the bundles of money. Babette’s eyes also seemed to shine a little more brightly. A little proud to be able to impress the girls so much, I pushed seventeen thousand euros into Michelle's neckline. The remaining three thousand went into my wallet. When Michelle screamed for joy and slapped my butt, the bank clerk looked a little scandalized, but she didn’t say anything.
Back at the dealership, everything was already prepared. Michelle only had to sign the sales contract; the red number plates were ready and waiting for her.
“When you come by on Monday, we'll have registered the car to you, and then you can change the plates. Until then, have fun with the car,” the salesman explained and shook hands with all three of us.
Michelle was in a hurry now. She wanted to leave immediately. She barely made time enough for a short kiss and then she waved at me from the car.
“See you tonight, Daniel.”
Then I stood alone in front of the car dealership, shook my head, and drove home.
In the evening I waited impatiently for Michelle, of course. I’d had a shower, I had made sure to give myself a fresh shave and I was naked. Except for the chastity device, of course. Finally, at ten o'clock, I heard the Mini stop in front of the house. Excited, I ran to the door and opened. Michelle was wearing the cape from the day before again. When we kissed, I could smell a note of alcohol. In fact, she was naked again under the cape and I stared greedily at her. To my chagrin, though, she pulled the handcuffs from her handbag again and held them out to me.
“Is that really necessary, Michelle?”
“You will always wear them when I unlock the chastity device. You just have to get used to it, Daniel. But do go ahead. We don't want to lose any time, do we?”
You could have come earlier, I thought, but I didn’t say anything. Somewhat disappointed, I put on the handcuffs on, hand behind my back. She smiled contentedly and unlocked the cage. Somewhat ungently, she loosened the individual parts, and then she took my quickly hardening cock in her hand. Using it to pull me along, she walked into the bedroom. By the time we were upstairs, my cock was rock-hard. She jerked me off skillfully even before we made it into the bed. A hot redeeming jet of cum shot from my hard shaft and landed on the carpet. Michelle giggled.
“Looks like someone really needed this.”
She told me to lie back on the bed. Then she straddled me and began to spoil me in the sixty-nine position. First, she licked me thoroughly clean. Her seductive pussy hovering so close in front of my face. Then she began to suck on my dick, until it became firmer again. Very lightly, she dug her teeth into the shaft and let her tongue glide over the glans. I raised my head and tried to pick up her taste with my tongue, but I couldn't support myself properly. My cock had been hard again for a while now. From somewhere, she produced a condom and put it on me. Then she turned around and sat down on my rock-hard shaft, never losing eye contact. I was in heaven. Her boobs rocked provocatively as she began to move up and down. God, her pussy was tight and yet soft at the same time. She reached behind to play with my testicles. It did not take much longer for me to come a second time. Moaning, I emptied myself into her. It seemed to make her laugh, and she gave my testicles a light pat.
“Such a bad boy”, she said amusedly, “just shooting off without asking.”
As my dick slowly shrank inside of her, she tensed and clenched the muscles of her vagina. I closed my eyes; it felt wonderful. When Michelle slipped off my dick, she let me suckle on her tits for a while. Then she lay down next to me, pushed her knee over my thighs and put her head on my chest. Her hair tickled, and I breathed in the scent of her. At some point, I dozed off contentedly.
I awoke to a sudden pressure on my chest. I also had a strong erection. I opened my eyes and saw Michelle's back view and her ass. She sat on my chest and had her face turned towards my cock, her hands jerking me very gently.
“Oh God,” I said. It was the only thing I could think of.
She laughed.
“It’s only me, your goddess.”
Angling up my knees, I started to feel like I was about to come again. But at the last moment, she stopped her handiwork and went down on all fours. Slowly she stretched her pussy towards me, until she hovered only inches above my face. I saw that her labia were shiny and swollen. Had she started playing without me? As she lowered her hips, I automatically began to stretch out my tongue to lick her cleft. As a reward, she also let her tongue glide over my glans. I took a deep breath, but it wasn't easy because my nose was trapped between her ass cheeks. As I greedily sucked air through my mouth, I inhaled her pussy juice and swallowed it. For sheer lust, I wildly sucked and licked her pussy. She pressed her thighs together until there was a ringing in my ears. Then placed her teeth in the notch below my glans and turned her head back and forth. Then she bit me. In response, I gurgled an unarticulated cry, muffled by her body. She lowered her pussy onto my face again. It was as if she was consciously trying to make breathing as difficult as possible for me. She pressed all her weight on my face and squeezed my head between her thighs until I couldn’t move. Breathlessness mixed with pleasure. I was no longer capable of reasoned thought. But Michelle wouldn't have been Michelle if she didn’t enjoy the situation for as long as she could. She concentrated on asphyxiating me. I kicked, gasped and fought for air. At one point, I was about to bite her in my distress, hoping she might release me. But somehow, I managed to catch some air at the last moment.
Finally, she sat up, and turned around. Sitting down on my chest, she watched me wheeze and try to catch my breath again. I was probably red and sweaty and smeared with her juice. But she looked at me with a rigid gaze and put her hand in her crotch. I watched her pushing back the hood of her pearl and rubbing her index finger over it. It didn't take long for her to come in a climax of lustful moans. My agony had obviously excited her a lot. At that moment, it became clear to me that I was dealing with a born sadist. But my desire was stronger than my fear of finding left to her tender mercies. I pressed my shaft against her bottom and came, too. Exhausted I dozed off.
“I'd suck your balls, but there's so much hair. I want you to remove it. Then I could put it them my mouth and suckle them until you come, my darling,” Michelle whispered, lying next to me.
She was playing with my balls. I had been ready for action again for quite a while. I had repressed the question of whether the last hours with her had been worth seventeen thousand euros. And now she was promising me this. If our sex was always be so satisfying from now
on, the money was well invested, I thought. I probably would have been ready to cut off a finger to experience her sucking my balls like she described, too.
“Has any woman ever done that to you?” she asked.
“No, never.”
“Then why wait. You should go get your hair removed tomorrow!”
“But where ...?”
“Babette will take care of that.”
"Babette? Please? Please don’t make me do that, Michelle. I don't think she likes me. I could just go to a beauty studio.”
The thought of going to a beauty salon and getting strangers to shave or wax me was unpleasant, but nothing compared to handing myself over to that witch.
"No, Babette has experience in the area. She knows how high my standards are and she will be thorough."
I had no doubt about that. The snake would probably enjoy making it as painful as possible.
"But ...."
"Don't argue, Daniel. Believe me, it's worth the small inconveniences."
She gave me a passionate kiss and cuddled my testicles. What else was there to discuss? Then she lay down on me and took my excited cock between her thighs. Rhythmically, she tightened her leg muscles and sucked on my tongue like a calf on the teat. It didn’t take three minutes for me to come again. Exhausted, I went back to sleep.
When my bladder woke me again in the middle of the night, I was alone. To my regret, Michelle had also managed to put the cock cage back on. In my post-coital state, I must have slept right through it. I went into the bathroom. On the mirror, she had written in lipstick:
Babette awaits you at two o'clock
Below that, she had written her address in slightly smaller letters. With horror, I realized what was waiting for me today. I sat down to piss; the chastity device made it necessary. It was every housewife’s dream. Then I took a shower and a lonely breakfast. When I tried to call Michelle, I only got her mailbox. Then it was eleven o'clock. Just three more hours before I had to line up for my execution.
I made the bed. My cleaning lady would show up soon, and I didn't want her to find any traces of how we spent the night. She was an old woman who had worked for my aunt before me. She had known me since childhood, and often still treated me like a boy. When I was done, I got dressed and got into my car.
Babette
Babette lived in an industrial loft, covering an entire floor in an old factory building in the Feuerbach district. That couldn’t have been cheap. It was Saturday, so it wasn’t hard to find parking and I ended up being early. Nervously, I strolled through the area until it was time to ring her bell. But there was none. Only a steel door with a dragon on it, resembling her tattoo. I opened it and found myself in a freight elevator. There were only two buttons: U and D. I pressed U and, groaning, the thing set itself in motion. Arriving on the first floor, I could look through a tiny barred window into a large room. Loud music was blaring, and I saw Babette doing her workout. I couldn’t open the door though.
I hit the iron door with my fist, annoyed. It sounded very dull and did not drown out the music. So, I pressed the other button again, but nothing happened there either. I was trapped. This was so typical for this witch. Angrily, I watched her through the window. She wore a pink, tight sports dress and pink sneakers. Her hair was braided in a thick plait. The exercise made her luscious breasts bounce. She was fun to look at and I had to admit that I found Babette intensely attractive. Her dainty, but very sporty body and her tight ass were more than enough to make me feel the pressure of the cock cage.
She spent about half an hour hopping around to the music. Then she disappeared from my field of vision. After another half hour, she appeared at the elevator and finally let me in. She had obviously taken a shower and was now wearing her camouflage shorts, with the addition of firm boots. Nothing else. Her big, perfectly round boobs beautifully exposed seem to smile at me. But maybe they were just mocking me instead.
“Come in, you old peeping Tom.”
“Hello Babette.”
Without warning, she gave me a powerful slap in the face that slammed by head to the side. My cheek was burning, and I looked at her in bewilderment.
“I thought we'd cleared that up at our last meeting,” she simply said.
I understood what was getting at.
“Excuse me. Hello, mistress Babette,” I amended.
I would have liked to turn around on the spot, but that would certainly have angered Michelle. Besides, I didn't even know how to get the elevator moving again. Babette seemed to accept my apology and pointed to an open space in front of a wall.
“Take off your clothes and stand there,” she said.
I went where I was told and started to get undressed. By now, it felt like a routine. Babette took a bottle of orange juice from a huge refrigerator and filled a glass. Naturally, I was not offered anything. When I stood naked in front of her and didn't know where to put my hands, she looked at me disparagingly.
“What a shapeless loser you are. I really don't know what Michelle sees in you. I'll talk to her; we urgently need to work on your fitness.”
She pinched my stomach probingly. I was defiantly silent, not that she seemed to value my opinion at all.
“Stand in there.”
She nodded to a wooden frame, some two meter in height and width, and firmly anchored in the floor. Hesitantly I stepped inside. She did not waste time with explanations but climbed on a stool and asked me to lift my hands. A leather cuff dangled down a chain and she tied my wrists. My arms stretched steeply upwards, I was helpless.
“Really? Do we really need to do this, Mistress Babette?”
She climbed down from the stool and patted my bottom.
“Go easy, pet.”
There were two cuffs for my ankles as well, with chains embedded in the sides. She put them on me and then she pulled the chains so tightly that my legs were spread beyond the pain threshold. In the end, I could only support my weight on the balls of my feet.
“Please Mistress Babette, please don’t make it so tight.”
"God what a wimp you are. Shut up or I'll gag you."
Fearfully, I kept silent. On the wall beside me, I had spotted a riding crop and other equipment, the purpose of which I did not want to experience at all. Had I landed myself in a dominatrix’ studio? Or was this where Babette indulged in her sadistic inclinations privately? I suddenly regretted that I had not tried harder to persuade Michelle not to hand me over to this snake. Did Michelle know about her friend's abnormal tendencies?
Babette looked at me, obviously satisfied in my defenselessness, and smiled. She picked up a camera and photographed me in this humiliating position. I did not dare to protest. Then she took the key to the chastity device from a small box on a table and opened it. A notebook and a large cardboard box were also on the table. She took another picture of me.
"For the before-after catalogue," she said with a grin.
Jumping around in front of me with her exposed breasts bouncing, my dick took advantage of its sudden freedom and stiffened. But it didn't seem to bother her. On the contrary. She massaged my testicles until my cock was hard and firm. Then she took more photos.
"It will look much bigger afterwards, without the hair. God knows that can't hurt with you," she said spitefully.
Then she turned off the camera and opened the box on the table, unearthing strange white strips of fabric. She peeled off some protective foil and then pressed the strip, about three centimeters wide, onto my pubic bone. She rubbed it firmly onto my hairy skin. Then she waited a few seconds and tore the strip off my skin with a hard jerk. It felt like she was tearing the skin off my body. In agony, I screamed out loud. She showed me the strip with my pubic hair on it.
"Stop making such a fuss, you hopeless wimp. Take it like a man," she complained.
Another adhesive strip was applied to my skin and removed just as abruptly. Again, I screamed, although I had tried not to do it. Babette shook her head and took one of the implements I
didn't know from the wall. Climbing onto the stool, stuffed a small rubber dick into my mouth. It was fixed on a palm-sized leather plate, and two leather straps allowed her to fix it firmly in the back of my head. That took care of my murmur of protest and left only muffled sounds from my throat.
"Much better," she said laughing.
She pressed the next strip onto the skin fold between thigh and crotch. This time she pulled it off slowly and watched me like a hawk. Tears rose to my eyes and I whimpered into the gag. Her eyes flashed amused. The skin fold on the other side was waxed in the same manner. She was obviously enjoying my misery. I cursed her inwardly. But the ordeal became even more unpleasant when she took care of my testicles. By pulling the strip of wax slowly from the sensitive skin, she was stretching my skin near its inevitable breaking point. Meanwhile I had given up holding back my tears and they rolled freely down my cheeks. Sweat pearled on my forehead and I whimpered pleadingly into the gag. The dragon on her chest seemed to laugh in my face. But eventually, there was no more hair between my legs. My skin felt as if someone had rubbed it with a cheese grater. She just took more pictures.
Then her phone signaled a message. She read it, and then sent the elevator down with a tap of her finger on the display. A little later, the boy who had served us in the nice Italian place got out of the cabin. He wore his waiter get-up, otherwise I would hardly have recognized him.
"Mistress Babette. Oh, who is that?"
"A complaining rag. Take off your clothes, go to the bathroom and freshen up. Then you wait in bed until I get to you," she instructed the boy.
He immediately began to undress and then walked out of my field of vision. I guess I wasn't the only one Babette had under her thumb. I had somehow gotten myself into a scene where people seemed to freely dispose of others. That frightened me as much as it excited me.
Slowly, I recovered from the previous ordeal and my cock started to harden a little. Babette shook her head disapprovingly when she noticed it. She stuck one of the mean adhesive strips between my ass cheeks, and then I was hairless there, as well. Then she turned to my legs and it was only now that I realized how hairy I was. At least until today. It seemed like an after-thought when she also shaved my armpits. To my relief she lowered the chain above my head a little, so that I could at least find a firm footing again. Then she removed the gag from my mouth.
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