A few weeks before I left town for Hurricane Irma, my friend Lady K. lent me her sub/husband Didi to serve me for a few days while she was traveling. On his last day of service, I’d planned to shave his furry legs and put him into lingerie, cage, and plug before sending him off to meet her at the airport, and make a video of the procedure for my friend’s enjoyment.
All went well until Didi texted me two photos on the last morning, an hour before he was to come over:
Ms. Ava: “What are those pictures?”
Didi: “I shaved my legs for you, ma’am!”
Ms. Ava: “WTF? I told you wanted to do that myself! What about the video?”
Didi: “I forgot.”
I was annoyed, but my silence said enough. He came over for lunch and vacuuming, then I sent him to the airport wearing shorts and tighty-whiteys—no silky stockings, garter, or panties under long pants. And an empty ass.
The next morning, I called Lady K. to debrief and tell her about how her boy’s overzealousness had ruined her surprise and my video.
“Well, his ass is still hairy,” she said. “And shaving’s too kind for that pain slut. Come over Friday night. We’re going to wax his sorry ass.”
And wax it we did! Didi learned the price of not following instructions, and Lady K and I had a fabulous time watching him squirm as we ripped the hair from her bottom’s bottom and taint until it was smooth and rosy. We invited another friend along to record it, and I hope to make the video available soon. Here’s one of the stills.