Melissa liked Rick pretty well, but she was not sure he was a great philosopher. As she thought about her experience with Frank, he still seemed pretty powerful to her. Being picked up and flung around like she did not weigh a thing felt pretty powerful. More to the point, perhaps, was how powerless she felt when he was doing it. Perhaps powerful was defined more by the presence of absence of powerlessness. Maybe in order for one person to have power, someone else had to be powerless. And, vice versa, she supposed.
Whatever the case, in all this, she had come to understand that she was okay with being powerless. In fact, she seemed to like it, though all of this was so new to her she was not sure what she liked and did not, really. But she found herself more settled, relaxed and comfortable in her role as a sexual plaything after her experience with Mr Dorn. She was able to embrace her role without the ambivalence that had characterized it since she began this whole thing. She felt great.
It lasted two days.
Her ambivalence came back in a rush when she was told about her next guest and what she was expected to do. And, though she was not told what to expect after that, how it played out did not relieve her discomfort much.
As Melissa entered the playroom she saw a man hanging from bracelets on his wrists just like the ones she wore. They were attached to short straps secured to the ceiling. His arms were slightly pulled to the sides, but they were mostly straight above him. Like she, he had the same bracelets cuffing his ankles and they were connected to straps connected to anchors in the floor. His legs were pulled wide in what had to be an uncomfortable angle for a man. He was short for a man, probably only about 5'6", maybe 5'7".
He was facing away from the door, and her eyes took in his taut, slightly muscular body. His ass cheeks were especially taut, and her eyes were drawn to the sight. His balls were hanging down. It reminded her of one of those little punching bags like boxers trained with. She could not see his penis from behind. His balls hanging like that seemed particularly vulnerable. She had an impulse to swat them a little and see them jiggle back and forth. She had wondered what it must be like to have something so sensitive and fragile hanging between her legs. She was glad she did not have to worry about that, though her next thought was that she was pretty vulnerable herself most of the time recently. She did not dwell on it, but moved towards the man, her task at the forefront of her mind.
Ron had given her precise instructions, and she did not want to do poorly, though her task was one that made her uncomfortable.
She walked around to his front and looking him over as she did so. His eyes were blindfolded and he had a ball gag in his mouth. His penis stood straight out, but what struck her about it was how small it was. It was probably not four inches long, and it was not thick but kind of skinny, really. Her first reaction to it was that it was cute, though she imagined that would not be a compliment to most men. Her second reaction was that she wanted to put it in her mouth. She did not, unsure if that was okay, but it struck her as odd that she would have such an impulse. It was probably because every man she had met in the last several months had had his penis in her mouth at one point or another, so she was just used to it. Maybe that was it. It was still a strange thing to think. She never would have thought that before she began her new job.
She did reach out and touch it, however, and watched it twitch and bounce a little when she did. Once more she thought about how strange it must be to have a penis.
She moved over to the cart waiting for her, and put on the little latex gloves there. She took the scissors and trimmed the hair on this man's pubic area until it was sort of short. Just like Ron had done to her the first time she was waxed. Her subject still had his erection while she trimmed his scrotum and all around his penis. He was not particularly hairy, not like some men, so it was not long before she was done.
There was a little pot of warm wax, and she took a small spatula off of the cart to spread it around one side of his pubic mound. She took one of the cloth strips and pressed it down, making sure it stuck. She was afraid to pull it off, though. She knew from her own experience that it was pretty painful, especially the first time she had it done. She had been waxed regularly since that first time, and now the hairs were pretty fine and the process much easier, but she knew this was going to hurt.
Still, she had to do it, so she grabbed one end of the strip and began to pull. Her tentative efforts actually made it hurt more than it would have if she had just pulled it loose, as she realized when he made a distressed "mmmphgg" sound. She stopped, distressed at hurting him. The strip just hung here. The man was silent, but breathing hard. Melissa was afraid to do any more, but she was not close to done and she was afraid of not doing what she was supposed to do. She reached for the strip again, this time pulling it off fairly quickly.
He made a startled noise, but it did not seem to hurt him as much. He was still breathing heavily as Melissa again applied more wax around the other side of his penis. His penis was no longer hard, and had shrunk up to very small. Melissa felt sorry for him, and wanted to make him feel better, but instead, applied the strip to the wax and again removed it. She did so more quickly this time and again he jerked and made a sound, but was clearly not experiencing as much distress as he had when she first gone slowly. She put wax on the part above his penis, and again removed it with a cloth strip. There were some spots that had been missed and she attended to those until all around his penis was clean. There were a few small red spots where it had bled slightly, and the whole area was pretty pink, but he was smooth all around.
Then she applied wax to one side of his scrotum, and again in a swift motion, removed the wax and all the hair attached to it. She did that several more times until his balls were as smooth and hairless as his pubic mound. As smooth as her own pubic mound, she remembered.
He was still breathing heavily, but had calmed a good bit. He hung limply. She went around to his backside and applied wax around the little brown pucker of his anus, and in one tug removed that and all the hair it had captured. Again, he jumped, or at least as much as he could restrained the way he was, and again hung still. He seemed tired.
She looked all over to make sure she had not missed any of the places she was told to get. She found a few hairs, and using tweezers from the cart, she pulled them out one at a time. Satisfied with her work, retrieved the last two things she was told to use. One was a large butt plug and the other a tube of lube.
Mellissa had quite a bit of experience with butt plugs, and tiny as her back passage was, knew the struggle of getting one lodged. This was larger than any she had used, and she was unsure how it was going to fit. This man was not a lot larger than she was and it was going to be and effort on her part, and certainly on his, to get this thing inside him.
She greased up the plug, and then put lube on her gloved fingers. She worked her forefinger into his anus and moved it around a little. She tried to get lube up in there, and she tried to pull a little at the sides to stretch him some. Soon she worked a second finger in, and again tried to work them in and out and get more lube up there. She then took a finger from her left hand and put that in as well, which allowed her to pull in opposite directions with her two hands, really stretching the tight ring. He grunted and moaned, but did not try to get away. Not that he could have gotten far. It was only after she had done this for a while that she removed her fingers and started to work the plug in.
The plug forced his anus to stretch a great deal more than her fingers had. While he had mostly moaned and made small noises while her fingers worked on him, he expressed a good deal more distress as she tried to force the plug into his ass. She pushed on him, then let up, back and forth using pressure and then releasing it, each time making a little more progress and widening his anus a little more. Having some idea what it is like to have things shoved up her ass, she was patient and took her time. Still, getting the widest part in was a little ways off. She was beginning to wonder if it would go in at all. She felt sorry for him. She ducked down and came up on the other side of him again, in front. His penis was still flaccid and small. He was pink all around his genital area. She picked up his penis. She held it up, and let it fall. It intrigued her. She then sucked his penis into her mouth. It was like any other one, mostly. It was just small. Which meant she could such the entire length of it into her mouth and it not begin to go into her throat. She thought of a pacifier.
She sucked on him, trying to get him erect, though she could not say why, exactly. He did begin to stiffen, though. She worked on the head and sucked on him until he was hard, and then with her hand reaching up behind him, she started to push the butt plug into his anus again. It seemed like if she was giving him some pleasure it was more okay to hurt him, like it cancelled it out some. She pushed hard and sucked hard, and finally she felt the plug go past the tight ring and pop into his ass. He made a grunt as it did, his breathing still deep and rapid as though he were running a race.
Melissa was still not sure it was okay to suck on him, though she had not been told not to, exactly. She pulled her head back. He strained to push forward, to again find her lips, but she just looked at him, unsure how to proceed. In the end, she decided to ask Ron if it was okay. She had done what he told her to.
She left him hanging with a plug up his ass and a raging hard on. And a pink, baby-smooth asshole and crotch.
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"How'd you do?"
Ron was smiling a bit, apparently aware of her discomfort.
