my INITIATION in public humiliation - Part 4-3

Author: slavealbert
Title: my INITIATION (in public humiliation) - Part 4/3
Date: 16 January 2012

"OK... slave: move to the bathroom... take your net-book with you and put it on the wash-basin, facing the shower... now, turn on the cold water and let it run for a while so it's really cold... get in... look straight into the showerhead and start counting until 60... slowly and loud, so I cannot only see you, but also hear you - this should wake you up and alert, in case that you are still sleepy"!

Wow, was that water and i started to count: "one... two... three... " - "slave... not so fast, slave... I want you to experience real good what my punishments feel like, just in case you plan on goofing again... as you call it"!

"SIR, yes, SIR" and with a trembling voice i went on: "four... five... six... ... fifty eight... fifty nine... sixty - SIR, may i turn the water off, SIR - SIR, please, SIR?

"Yes, slave, you may, but assume your SSP and stay put while drip-drying a bit"!
"How does that feel, slave"!
"SIR, very cold, SIR", was the only sensitive answer i could think-of!
"Trying to be funny, slave"?
"SIR, no, SIR, definitely not, SIR"
"Well, slave, you better watch your mouth... otherwise I will lock you in a muzzle and have you take a walk in the park - I'm sure you would get a lot of attention"!
This time i thought it better not to reply!

"slave... now start shaving yourself... from the face all the way down and pay attention, I don't want to see one single hair left and, yes, just in case you wonder, you are allowed this time to secure your cock and balls, so you can do a thorough job while down there"!

"SIR, MASTER never... never shaved me completely, SIR", i started pleading!
"Well, slave, there's a first time for everything, besides, I want you to look good in case anybody gets to see you naked"!
"SIR, please not my arms and my legs, SIR", i tried again!
"slave... stop whining and do as you are told or else... "!

At this point, i decided for my own good, to stop arguing as that could make things only worse, so i reached out for the shaving cream and lathered up my upper-body: face... neck... chest... belly... arm pits... arms... hands!
A quick look in the mirror learned that i did look quite nice... all white, like... whipped cream on a big cake - hopefully SIR wouldn't make me eat it though!
Next, i grabbed a safety razor and started scraping to get the body-skin all smooth, which, by the way, is easier said than done!
i continued with my crotch... balls... cock: that was even more difficult, as i had to be careful not to cut myself! Then my butt... ass and my back, as well as i could manage - luckily i'm not of the hairy type!
Finally both legs... feet and toes, although the last ones had no hair on them!

When finished, i was ordered to take another 60 second shower to rinse off the rest of the shaving cream and up for cam inspection again: i guess, i don't need to tell you what the result was - a new complete shave... cold shower... another inspection, but, fortunately, this time i passed!

But SIR was not yet done with me:
"slave... see that large enema bag hanging there... fill it up with cold water... give yourself a nice enema... yes, the full bag and hold it for 30 seconds, after which you may expel the water - detail... continue doing so, holding the water, each time, for an additional 15 seconds until it comes out totally clean and clear: attention, I might make you drink it"!

Having been used to get at least one daily enema at home, this shouldn't be too much of a challenge and, in fact, it wasn't, except for the additional time i had to keep the water in, which gave me some nice cramps in my belly!
When done at last, another cold shower was ordered, but much to my surprise, at the end of the 60 seconds, i was allowed to turn the hot water on and use non-deodorant soap for a good wash-up and, afterwards, i even was allowed to towel-dry: should i consider this a reward for a job well done so far or was that only meant as a small compensation for what still would be coming my way?

SIR ordered me to look in the full length bathroom mirror: boy, did i look strange... without any body-hair, i more looked like an E.T. from outer space - luckily, i still had my spiky head-hair of which i was so proud!

"slave... do you like your new-look"?, SIR asked!
"SIR, yes, SIR", i answered trying to convince myself of what i just said!
"Better, slave... because it will take some time for the hair to grow back - now take your net-book back to the bed-side table and present yourself in the usual way for a final inspection after which you are going to be dressed for your first real public appearance here in Amsterdam"!

"Come close to the cam... turn around: nice, smooth, clean shaven little cunt you are, slave... a pity your Master can't see you right now... He sure would be proud of you looking the way you look now"!
"SIR, yes, SIR... oh yes, HE would, SIR, no doubt about that, SIR"!

"slave... time to get you fitted out: go to the open locker... there's a key with which you can open the padlock of the next locker... open it... inside is a box... take it out... put it on the bed and assume your SPP again"!
"SIR, right away, SIR" and i did as ordered!

"slave... it's my understanding that for some time now your cock has been locked up and has accepted its fate quite well, so to say..."!
"SIR, have been forced to accept that by MASTER, SIR"!
"... don't interrupt me when I'm talking to you... slave: haven't you been taught slave-manners? Let it me clear: from now on, you will do exactly what you are told and only reply if I ask you a direct question - is that understood... slave"?
"SIR, yes, SIR", taking my chance answering, as, in fact, i was asked a question, which seemed to be appropriate as SIR didn't react - HE just continued:
"... so let's see how you are going to handle a real chastity device... open the box"!

With trembling hands i picked up the box from the bed... opened it... of my gosh, it contained a heavy lockable chastity steel belt... no way cumming in that one!
"slave... I can see that your cock very much likes this one, so don't waste any time and put it on"!
SIR was right, immediately after opening the box, my dick had sprung to full attention - poor cock, it didn't know what was ahead of it!

Having never before worn a belt like this, i fumbled around with it for quite a while before i managed to put it on, when SIR interrupted me:
"slave... you better make sure that it fits comfortably... at least more or less, because once locked, there's nothing that can be adjusted anymore"!

Although SIR had said that my dick liked it's new prison, in fact, after all, it didn't really seemed to be the case, as it struggled desperately to keep itself free... finally, though, with a little pressure, it was convinced better not to resist any longer and "click" - "click", the locking mechanisms were activated and SIR said:
"slave... assume your SPP... approach the cam... turn around... yes, nice, it's a perfect fit: sure hope you will wear it proudly and just in case you wonder, no, no way you can cum in this one... and, as matter of fact, from now on, you are prohibited to touch the belt, even if it needs adjustment or is uncomfortable - in case I see you touching it, you will be punished and that will be much worse than the discomfort the belt might come to cause you... you are warned: understood, slave"?

"slave... I asked you a question", which i didn't notice, being as overwhelmed as i was!
"SIR, uh, sorry, SIR - SIR, yes, SIR"
Boy, am i in for it now, but how's SIR going to verify that when i'm not on cam"?

"slave... how about to put some clothes on... go back to the second locker, where you will find another key... open the padlock of the third locker... get the garment bag.... put it neatly on the bed and assume you SPP once more"!

As i was starting to feel a bit cold, due to the open windows and, as such, looking forward to get dressed, i didn't waist much time and followed up on SIR's orders, after which i reassumed my SPP in front of the cam!


TO BE CONTINUED