MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave - PART 6

Author: slavealbert
Title: MY TRANSFORMATION INTO A SKINHEAD BOOT slave /PART 6
Date: 23 September 2018

Once in bed, tossing-and-turning from one side to the other and anticipating all that was going to happen to me tomorrow, no doubt that i was sporting a big hard-on, but, remembering that i was told not to touch my cock, i tried to concentrate on different things...to no avail.

Coming to think about it and due to my skinhead fetish, Boss now knew a great deal about me...possibly too much:
- he knows my first and last names - even if he called me just...cunt;
- he knows where i live and even met my Mom;
- he knows where i work, as well as my shift schedules;
- he knows the busses i take and from where;
- he has my phone number;
What do i know about Boss: next-to-nothing...not even his real name - just that i have to call him...Boss and only since to day...where he lives.

No need to say, that it was difficult to find some sleep with all these thoughts spooking around in my head.

At last, i decided to get up early and ready myself for...the BIG day: i took a quick shower...put on a nice outfit...packed my back-pack...ate a simple breakfast and on my way, i went, not before putting the...no...my nipple clamps on again.
Mom was still asleep, so i left her a short good-bye note.

According to Boss, it would be at least a good 15 minutes´walk...probably a bit more as i´m not familiar with that part of my neighbourhood - anyhow i had a map to guide me.

Luckily, it was not raining and the house was quite easy to find. In fact, i was still a bit early, so i walked up and down the street until it was about time to go for it.

The house looked pretty nice...free standing...well kept up and the garage was behind the house at the end of driveway and, as Boss had said, the trash container was next to the door and a black plastic bag and a while envelope on top of it, secured by a stone.

Do i need to say, that, by now, i had a zillion butterflies roaming around in my stomach?

i picked up the envelope, which simply was marked with...cunt, so no doubt it was for me. i opened it with trembling hands and started reading the message:
"cunt...glad you made it - now proceed i-m-m-e-d-i-a-t-e-l-y with the following orders:
- take off all of your clothes;
- put them, neatly folded, in the black, plastic bag;
- dump the bag in the trash container, putting the lid back on;
- leave your titt clamps on;
- knock, with force, three times on the garage door;
- turn around and face the drive way;
- put the note back in the envelope and put the envelope in your mouth, securing it with your teeth;
- put your hands behind your back and...wait...wait...wait: at some point I will come and let you in".

Standing there in quite an humiliating position with the risk to be seen, i don´t need to tell you that my cock was pointing...to the sky.
So, without any other option, i just...waited...a long time (at least in my opinion and, yes, much to my relief, i heard the door open.
Guessing it must be Boss, i was pulled inside...my hands were cuffed...a blindfold was put over my eyes and i was taken further inside by Boss.

"cunt...welcome to your new home - ready for the upcoming journey you are about to undertake"?

"Boss, yes, Boss".

"Very well - let´s get me started...cunt: first your outside".
Taking off the wrist cuffs and blindfold, he positioned me in the middle of the garage, between two wooden poles, fastening my wrist and ankles to each pole with my toes hardly touching the concrete floor.

"Will be right back...cunt and adding...don´t you go anywhere": if i could! That "right back" certainly seemed to be much longer - at least to me - than i had anticipated, not to mention the fact that this X-position was far from comfortable on the long run.

During this time, i did manage to take a quick look around and it became instantly clear to me that this wasn´t a garage at all but some kind of a...dungeaon.

When Boss did came finally back, he was wearing a black, rubber appron with matching long sleeve gloves and knee high waders and carrying a while container, which was set on the table beside me.

Removing the lid, Boss explained that he likes his cunts to be as smooth as when they were born and started smearing handsfull of kind of a white crean in thick layers all over my body, pasting it out evenly from neck-to-toe, which not before long caused a quite nasty smell.

Next, Boss grabbed a rolling full length mirror and put it in front of me: what a shock, seeing my whole body leathered up in white, looking like a fucking ghost.

After about 20 minutes, Boss picked up a garden hose and hosed me down, which caused me to two more shocks: first...the ice cold water hitting my body and second...seeing all of my body hair being washed away - i never was too hairy, but still...!

After that Boss looked me over thoroughly and, apparently, not being totally satisfied, he repeated the treatment he just gave me, including the washdown and examination.

This time, he must have been satisfied with the results and proceded drying me of with an old rugged towel, which, of course, didn´t feel great: when he approached my crotch however, all of a sudden, in anticipation, my cock made itself know again after having shrunk to a bare stub due to the cold water.

Well, yes, i should have guessed it: no, no pleasure for me - Boss just slapped my cock and balls a couple of times after which he started spraying my whole body, which, immediately, provoked quite a stinging sensation, repeating the spraying twice.

Not having said a further single word during this whole process and taking, once again, a good look at his work, Boss finally commented: "cunt...this is the correct way how all of my cuntshave to present themselves:...completely de-haired with no need to waist time anymore on regular body shaving...", not finishing the phrase, leaving me guessing the real meaning of what he just had said.

"OK - now let´s do your inside...", with that Boss picked up the garden hose again and put on a steel nozzle, which, without ceremony, he shoved up my ass - in case you wonder, yes, it hurt quite some, but Boss didn´t seem to mind.

Turning on the water, i, immediately, felt the ice cold water filling up my belly and when i thought i was going to explode, it was turned off and i was to hold it, which, after a while caused some heavy cramps.

After what seemed an age, Boss told me to let go and i expelled a huge amount of shitty water.

Boss cleaned the floor and repeated the same treatment two more times until he was satisfied that i was now also clean from the inside and as a..bonus, i got once again a full hose down, but this time i didn´t get dried of...was just left hanging in there to air dry.

With that also done, Boss gathered all the stuff he had used on me and with a short:..."hang in there...cunt", he left, letting me virtually "hanging" there and letting his last few remarks sink in.

When coming back...fully dressed in his skinhead outfit again, he mustered me once again - taking a few steps and looked me over from head-to-toe, clearly admiring his achievement!
Circling me several times, he said: "cunt...you now really look like...huh...a cunt: permanently de-haired - very nice indeed, I would say and, yes, I did quite a good job on you - sure hope you like it too", rolling the mirror a bit closer.

"so-far-so-good - now let´s see about the next step of your transformation...cunt, but for that we need to go shopping" - hearing that, my pathetic cock came to live again once again.

After taking me down and me wondering if Boss would take me out shopping naked, he throwed me some old, torn-up clothes and a pair of dirty sneakers - no underwear or socks - and said:"dress..cunt", which i did as quickly as possible - not much to put on anyway.

Anticipating a possible question: "yes, cunt...don´t worry, these clothes will be thrown away as soon as you are dressed in your shikhead outfit" - again, i got an immediate hard-on, but, of course, no touching!