A weekend of duties

I have been in my Master's service for now over five years and my main duties consist in attending his needs promptly and without argument the minute he comes home. I live most of the time locked in chastity and serve mainly as a butler / servant / houseboy. Master has a huge sexual appetite which he fulfills of course and as a servant I seldom participate unless directed to during his various encounters, cleaning after the facts and being a sub to his subs describe my role rather accurately.

Every now and then, probably 2 to 4 times a year, depending on the opportunities he lends me to others , friends of his mostly, for a duration that varies from the evening host / entertainment / facilitator / slut on duty to encourage guests to stray beyond their natural boundaries or a few days. The maximum out of home service I have been providing was six full days.

This last instance was mid December in anticipation of a Christmas party organized by a couple, friend of Master, who wanted to use this opportunity to  “motivate” subs into becoming “more subs” than they were and likely engage in deviant behavior for the pleasure of the couple who of course did not want to appear to impose but rather appeal to the deviant side that any sub secretly harbor. Having given signs of kinky desires, a slight 'push' would make them fall into the slave category, for a few hours at first and hopefully for longer even permanent  periods...

In that context, early last December I was told by Master that he will dispense of my services for a few days starting on the Wednesday of the week after next to be ready to follow instructions as they will come and comply with all requirements to end up serving a 2 days party from the Saturday noon time to the Sunday early evening and that will entail a total of 35 to 40 guest over that period, very few, beside the hosts, attending the full event but the majority dropping in for a few hours, so they anticipate to have around 10/12 people at any given time.    

As time got nearer I started to wonder what I was 'in for' and my mind was not in serving Master as well as I should have. He made me see my misdeed and promised me I would be accountable for it but he did not want to alter me for the duties he had assigned for me at his friends, so I figured Master  knew what I was going to have to perform and that kept my mind even busier wondering...

The day or my departure finally came and as planned at 4:30PM the door rang, I answered and two men were staring at me wondering if I was “it” until Master confirmed and ordered me to follow them.

It was on... I complied and followed the two men to a van parked up the street from Master's house, they opened the side door and pointed inward for me to get in, I did or course, they got in the driver and passenger seats and turned to me to order me naked and demanded that I hand over my clothes. I did and I could see one of the men through the small back windows of the van going back to the house, I could see master at the door waiting for my clothes: he knew all along....

The man returned and as the driver started the engine he told me that there was a wanzy on the floor in case we had to stop or get out the van... I checked and confirmed, at that point I felt very vulnerable, probably more vulnerable that I felt in a very long time: naked in the back of a van, rather cold, and I could only hope that the destination  would have  a garage so I would not have to get  out on the street naked, even briefly...

As I hoped, the van entered a garage and I was told to follow the two men inside the house, I was taken directly to a room with no furniture except for a large dog mat and a blanket... soon after I was given food and water and told they would be back in the morning to start the preparation for the party.

That night I could hardly sleep as I had after much thoughts and speculations as to what was going to happen next: there was 2 full days before the party and... the room wasn't cold but being naked I felt cool, I ate some of the food, drank some water and wrapped the blanket around me, laid on the mat, curled up and went to sleep eventually...

Not sure what time it was but it was almost daylight and I had been awake for a while when the door opened and a voice called me, I got up went to the bathroom and followed the man downstairs where I was given  a substantial breakfast, which I enjoyed.

When it was done, I was given a glass bottle full and told to drink the content quickly, I did, it tasted like a bitter 7UP and when I finished the man told me that it was a strong laxative that I would be likely on the toilet for most of the day and that along the way I was to drink apple juice frequently... when the juice will go through and come out clear I was told to call...

I was then brought back to my room and the jack and gill bathroom was unlocked could use the facility easily... I sat on my mat and waited which seems to have been a long time when the first cramps started... for the next few hours I was up and down every few minutes until finally things settled and I felt confident enough to call... by then all that came out of me was clear water...

It took a few minutes for a man to turn up at the door, he took me back downstairs and I was told them that I would have a triple colonoscopy performed by three med students who would arrive momentarily, I sat naked waiting with three guys fully dressed going on with their day as I was not even there.

The bell rang and two of the med students walked in, stared at me as they knew I was their subject and they engaged in a conversation with the hosts until the bell rang again and the third student came in.

Shortly after I was directed into the downstairs wet room and ordered on all fours my face forced down to the floor and my legs spread open, I soon felt an odd penetration and the strange feeling of intrusion that was going well beyond the feel of a dildo. I could hear comments as to the state of cleanliness of my inside and the sudden pull of the equipment leaving me slightly numb for a few minutes. It stated all over again, and by the final time I could hardly feel anything. The three students had an exam and I had just been their practice, I was then ordered up and I felt water running down my legs as my hole which seemed wide opened, my finger did not meet any resistance... One of the host took that chance to shove in a butt plug claiming that I will not need to use that orifice for a while, as I had been cleaned empty. By then it was late afternoon, may be even early evening, I was taken back to my room and found there a plate of food and a bottle of water: I was starving and ate everything rapidly with my hands as there was no cutlery, I laid down on the mat and all I remember is to wake up, it was dark, I grabbed the blanket and curled up, fell back to sleep.

I woke up, it was daylight so I figured I had slept a long time since I had crashed around 8 or 9PM. I started to think about what was going to happen, since I was here to be prepared for a party which did not start until the next day... then I realized I still had a butt plug in me and felt a strong need for a trip to the bathroom, I went and the door of my room opened and one of the men told me to follow him downstairs.

As the day before breakfast was on the table and we all had some. It felt strange to be naked surrounded by three guys fully dressed and what felt stranger was the fact that no one seemed to care nor even notice. After some time spent watching the news on TV, the door bell rang and one of the guys went to open the door. He came back with three Filipino guys who right away stared at me... that is when I was told that I was to be fully waxed for the party and those guys  were specialists of waxing (they were working in a salon in town). They were shown where they would be 'working' and I was soon called in... the three guys from the house came in as well with for sure the intention to enjoy the show.

First I was told to extend my arms forward and they started waxing both sides at once, the pain was not extreme but the speed at which they worked made the ordeal intense and hen they got to the armpits, that became real pain. Two of the guys were working one side each and the third was preparing the “ground” for them... there was for sure a feeling of professionalism in their action and anyone watching could tell they were enjoying what they were doing. Same scenario  repeated itself with the legs. They had me lying on a coffee table and the third guy was holding my legs up from behind.

I was soon smooth all over when they started on the most sensitive parts: chest first, then crotch and balls, scrotum and the ass crack: for that I had to kneel on the coffee table, face on the table and ass in the air. When the waxing and pulling was done I had to stay in position... I wondered what was going on when I felt a slight heat on my butt cheeks and crack, especially around the hole, that lasted for  several long minutes until my balls started to burn like hell... I moaned and groaned but kept the position... suddenly it was over and a cold sensation “took over” the whole area: it was a damp cold towel and I was told “ you will never grown hair there again: my balls, scrotum and entire ass had just been laser-ed off... I turn around on my back and laid there watching every one looking down on me... I was then ordered up and was carefully inspected... minor adjustments  were performed like the removal of a few hair on my knuckles or toes, then I was subjected to a final inspection which was the most humiliating of all as two guys with a flashlight checked every inch of my body for about half an hour or so, every now and then a little wax and pull here and there and I was finally declared hairless...

Te whole scenes left me tired from he tension I had been subjected to, I was left on the table and  I must have fallen asleep because out of nowhere I was pulled up and forced on to a chair, wrist tied to the legs so I could not move...

I was there for what felt like a long time when one of the waxing Filipino walked in and proceeded to laser my upper lip, then my face... the heat/slight burn sensation started again but strangely it was not as intense as it was on my ass... when he was done he made me read his instructions: “ensure that the slave will never be able to grow a mustache or a beard”... I did and he said to me “mission accomplished” then left...

I knew then that Master had participated in the decision making when he “rented” me out for that party... what they wished was put to him and if he left some choices to the renters he authorized he permanent aspects of the demands...

So I was hairless and suddenly had the sneaky feeling that I wasn't done...  sat on the chair I had been tied to and waited for a long time. It felt a long time mainly because since I arrived I have been naked and, apart from the might and day lights have lost total sense of time... All I know at this point is that it is afternoon, which is pretty vague... I asked for some water and a big glass was brought to me and poured down my mouth , gently so I could drink at my own pace, when done I was asked if I wanted more, I declined and the wait continued...

I do not know how long I waited, enough to start getting some serious cramps from the lack of mobility as I was tied to the chair with very little wiggle room.

Suddenly I heard a commotion at the door and some guy apologizing profusely for being late, he was brought in front of me, he stared and seemed to decide of a plan of action: he reached in his bag and pulled out a large pair of scissors and immediately came to me and started hacking off my hair vigorously: I could feel the cold of the scissors on my scalp and the chunks of hair falling around me, I figured that I must have been pretty hairless, buzz like when he finished. He them aimed to the bag again and finished the job in no time... I new then why they had chosen that guy, he was a professional and obviously new what he was doing, last phase the hand razor which finished the job and I was finally released. A quick pass of my hand on the top of my head confirmed that I was really smooth, all that was left on me were my eyebrows...

I had been tied to the chair for so long I had some difficulties getting up and walk for a minute or so until the blood stated to circulate again...

I was led to my room and I crashed on the mat that had become my bed, my mind wondered and I figured that hairless was the uniform required for my weekend of duty which started the next day...