I held the candle over her breasts and then tilted it so a few drops of wax fell on her right breast. Deanne’s body arched as the heat from the wax burnt her skin but she stayed silent as further droplets fell. Drip by drip the wax hit and slid down the slopes of her heaving breast. Deanne gave a few yelps as the first drops of wax hit her nipple, then moaned in pleasure as her gleaming eyes watched the drops gradually cover the nipple. I moved my hand so that her left breast received the same treatment, once again amazed by the amount of pain this sexy lady could accept. I continued dripping wax down over her tummy, skirted her hairy pussy and dripped more wax down the inside of her thighs. She was twisting around on the table within the confines of the ropes as the hot wax continued to drop onto her white skin.
Suddenly Deanne screamed loudly, “Enough Sir, mercy please, mercy!”
I immediately snuffed out the candle and grabbed a flannel cloth from a jug of ice water. The icy cold cloth eased the pain of the small burns enabling Deanne to relax back onto the table.
“Are you ok?” I asked anxiously.
“Yes thank you Sir,” Deanne panted. “The pain on my thighs was just so intense, thank you for stopping so quickly. I’m sorry I had to use the safe word.”
“Never apologize for the proper use of the safe word Deanne,” I replied as I continued to cool her skin. “The safe word is there to protect you, though I must admit I was surprised when you used it.”
“Well there is a first time for everything I guess Sir,” Deanne said with a grimace as I peeled a lump of wax from a nipple.
I released Deanne’s wrists and ankles and helped her to sit up with her legs hanging over the edge of the table. She remained quiet as I passed a glass of water from which she gratefully drank. I could almost hear her brain ticking over as she looked around my dungeon at the various pieces of equipment.
“I guess you are wondering what’s next?” I asked.
“Yes Sir, I am.” Deanne replied, short and too the point.
“To tell the truth Deanne, I don’t know, the dice will decide.”
“The dice? What do you mean?” The uncertainty of Deanne’s voice showed her concern.
“Back in the 1970’s there was a best seller written by Luke Rheinhardt called The Diceman,” I replied. “It was about a man who was totally bored with his life so his day was decided by a roll of a dice. Six choices, and he always followed the instructions of the number that he threw.”
I took Deanne’s arm, helped her off the table and led her over to the gynecologist’s chair. “Sit here and I will explain more.”
I lifted Deanne’s legs into the stirrups and strapped them into place, then securing her wrists to the arms of the chair.
“I am going to give you six numbered alternatives and then I will throw a dice. Whichever number I throw, that is what will happen to you next. You will approve of the six alternatives before the dice is thrown and after that you have no say, understand Deanne?”
Deanne bit her lip and looked at me warily, “Um, yes, I understand, but what are the six alternatives?’
I walked over to a shelf and took down a clipboard with a typed list attached. I placed the board on a chair so Deanne could read the alternatives, turned and left the room.
The closed circuit television in the living room enabled me to watch Deanne while she read and thought about the alternatives on the list. I made myself a cup of tea and left her alone for nearly thirty minutes.
When I returned to the studio Deanne gave me a ‘why did you leave me for so damn long?’ glare but remained silent.
“Ok Deanne feel free to talk,” I said, “What are your thoughts?”
“Well, Sir, number one, shaved, that’s fine by me, I have let my pussy hair grow too long. Number two, golden showers, ugh, well I guess I shouldn’t knock it until I’ve tried it. Number four, clothespins, well I suppose I know what you would do with them, so they are ok too.” Deanne looked over at the cage and continued. “Number five, three hours in the cage! Shit it looks awfully small and uncomfortable but if you say so I’ll do it. Can you explain more about number three and number six please Sir?”
“Sure Deanne, no problem.” I smiled inwardly but kept a straight face. “Number three, lesbian. I have a bisexual lady friend who you will introduce you to the pleasures of sapphic love. No pain, just lots of fun. Number six, sensory deprivation. I use earplugs and headphones with music together with a blindfold to stop you hearing or seeing. Then you have to put your complete trust on me for the next hour or so.”
Deanne thought for a short time, gave a wry smile and said, “Well I did have a fling with a fellow cheerleader while I was at college so I think that number three would be fun. As for number six, well I did contact you originally to give up control and just submit. What you have done so far in our two meetings has been the most exciting time of my life. So go for it Sir, roll the fucking dice, I’ll take my chances!”
“Very good Deanne, a very courageous decision,” I said as I took a dice out of my pocket, holding it up so she could see the different numbers on each side. “These rolls don’t count Deanne, I just want you too see that the dice is legal and not weighted in any way.
I threw the dice eight times onto the massage table with different numbers coming nearly every time.
“Ready Deanne?” I asked, “The next throw decides what happens to you immediately it stops.”
Deanne nodded, her eyes focused on my hand. I held my hand in the fashion of a gambler at a casino, stopped for half a minute to increase the suspense, then threw it onto the table.
“Number one,” Deanne cried with some relief in her voice, “Shaving.”
I moved to the door of the dungeon and opened it and said, “Come in now, your expertise is required.”
My subbie entered, completely nude and carrying a tray with shaving equipment.
“Melissa! I hardly recognized you with that short haircut!” Deanne screamed loudly in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
Melissa looked at me and I nodded my permission for her to speak.
“Hi Deanne, I am Master’s personal slave these days. I was a novice subbie when I told you about Him and His services before He visited you at your home.” Melissa smiled and continued. “And Deanne, I am happier and more fulfilled than I have ever been before in my life, now let me shave all this hair off.”
For once in her life Deanne was lost for words and watched as Melissa knelt down with the shaving equipment. Melissa carefully trimmed back Deanne’s pubic hair with small scissors as Deanne watched, amazed at the surprise appearance of her old friend. Shaving cream was brushed into the stubble and Melissa carefully shaved all the hair from Deanne’s pussy. I smiled to myself as I noticed that the bottle of after-shave lotion was missing from the tray. Melissa wiped the excess foam from Deanne’s crotch and looked enquiringly at me. I nodded my permission once again and braced myself for Deanne’s reaction.
Melissa took a larger pair of scissors and moved around behind Deanne. Without warning she started to cut large hunks off Deanne’s long locks.
“Stop! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Deanne screamed, twisting her head from side to side and fighting against the straps holding her in the chair. “Don’t cut my hair!”
I moved quickly in front of Deanne and held her head still with both my hands. “Deanne stop that now! You agreed to accept the roll of the dice. I rolled number one, shaving. You said go ahead, so that’s what we are going to do.”
“Nooooooo! I thought you just meant my cunt hairs,” Deanne screamed again.
“You assumed that Deanne, you did not ask, continue Melissa.”
“Don’t you fucking dare Matt, don’t you dare cut my hair off,” Deanne said with some venom.
As when I first met her I noted the dare and no use of the safe word so I continued to hold Deanne’s head still while Melissa once again got busy with the scissors. Long lengths of Deanne’s hair fell to the floor and soon she slumped sobbing down into the chair and I was able to let go of her head. Melissa’s few days of training with Mary the hairdresser had really paid off and soon she was ready to use the electric hair clippers.
As Deanne sobbed at the loss of her lovely hair, Melissa again looked at me asking for permission to speak and I nodded.
“Deanne, you look so sexy with your hair short. Master has given me permission to give you an option. I can trim your hair short like Sinead O’Connor the Irish singer or I can cut it right back and shave you bald.” Melissa was enjoying herself. “Either way will look great, and think of the different wigs you can use. I have a wig for you to wear if you want when you leave.”
There was silence as Deanne sat sniffing and thinking about what Melissa had just said.
“Well fuck it Melissa and Matt, sorry Matt Sir,” Deanne actually giggled and sat up straight again, “I came here to be controlled and I must confess I am so wet right now. In for a penny, in for a pound, do whatever you like Melissa.”
Melissa grinned at me as she switched on the electric clippers. With long strokes starting at Deanne’s forehead and going back over her head, Melissa trimmed the short hair back until it was stubble. After brushing foam all over the remaining hair Melissa carefully shaved Deanne’s head until she was completely bald. After the excess foam was wiped off Melissa massaged some baby oil into Deanne’s scalp. I was amazed at how easily Deanne had accepted losing her hair and I agreed with Melissa, the bald look suited Deanne and was very sexy.
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