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I was just reaching for the lotion to give her a proper rubdown when she pulled me toward her and rolled me onto my back. Sitting astride my legs, just below my groin, Michelle began to play her fingers teasingly over my erect shaft.

"I want to see what you’ve got, remember? Now we want the little fellow to be at full attention - showing us the best he’s got, don’t we?" She giggled naughtily.

I only gasped submissively in reply. Michelle had never before referred to my member as a "little fellow" before. Her words had at once hurt my pride and turned me on. A queasy feeling came up in my chest. My member twitched between her tickling fingers and began oozing precum. She slapped the ruler along its length.

Michelle giggled and bounced like a school girl. "I knew it! I knew it!" she laughed. "You don’t even have five-and-a-half inches!"

"Yes I do!" I protested. "You’re looking at it wrong! It’s really more than five-and-a-half…"

Michelle burst into raucous laughter, wounding my pride ever more deeply.

"This is silly," I said. "You know length isn’t really all that important."

"Michelle was still laughing. "Then why have you been measuring it? Don’t lie to me. Don’t tell me you haven’t. How else would you know it was exactly five-and-a-half inches - hmmm?"

I squirmed. Michelle knew she had me. Gripping my cock firmly with one hand, she playfully squirreled my balls with the other. She squirreled me so hard it made a queasy sick feeling shoot into my guts. I gasped. Michelle giggled.

Bending over my face, Michelle dropped her voice to a sexy whisper. "Don’t worry, darling. I think the little fellow is kind of cute." She kissed me tenderly.

Sitting up and sliding back, Michelle engulfed my "cute little fellow" in the wet silky warmth of her womanhood. It was now as though we both knew she was bestowing a wonderful, but undeserved, gift upon an unworthy male.

Over the next few weeks, mine and Michelle’s lovemaking ascended to new heights of excitement and eroticism. She began teasing me about us being in that little club and me having to lose my dick. When we made love in the sixty-nine position she would playfully nibble and gnaw on my member, teasing me about how she would like to bite it off, saying she might just get carried away and do it someday. This was turning me on to no end. My orgasms were becoming increasingly shuddering and devastating. Often, I could only lie quivering and shaking in their wake.

One day Michelle had just returned from a business trip and we were preparing to make love after a five-day absence. We had both stripped naked and were cuddling and kissing. Then to my surprise, Michelle put a clean white sheet on top of the bed and instructed me to lie down. She had an unusually impish gleam in her eyes this night. I knew she must have concocted some delightful new fantasy. I could hardly wait! Suddenly, she produced a pair of barber’s scissors.

"It’s time you had a shave, little man," she announced, immediately sitting astride me and preparing to snip.

I squirmed and protested.

"Aa, aa!" she scolded. "You mustn’t squirm. I don’t want to cut anything but hair - not yet anyway." Michelle giggled naughtily.

After using the scissors to reduce my manly bush to short stubble, Michelle soaked my crotch with a steaming wet washcloth, just like in the video. Then taking one of my own disposable razors, she proceeded to meticulously remove all my pubic hair. All the while, my gaze was fixed more on Michelle’s expression of loving enthusiasm than on what was actually happening to my crotch. It was as though she was producing a work of art - turning me into a more compatible and desirable partner. I actually felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Michelle was so wonderful!

Finished at last, Michelle pulled me from the bed and paraded me before the full-length mirror. Even though I was quite aware that I had just had a pube shave, I found my reflection shocking, nonetheless. I looked inadequate, vulnerable, and helpless. I knew I had lost nothing but hair, but I didn’t feel like a real man anymore! I gasped in shock. Michelle smiled smugly, the pulled me to her and kissed me.

"See there," she said. "You’re mine now, Eddie. You’re my property!" She kissed me again.

Even though this was just kind of a game, Michelle was right. I was more hers now. I had never cheated on Michelle (except in my mind, in fantasy), but since this shave, I knew I couldn’t go to a singles bar and pick up a date for the night. Once I disrobed, I would be laughed down as a freak!

"Oh shit!" I gasped. "I just thought of something. What am I going to do at the locker room down at the gym? What am I going to tell the guys?"

Michelle laughed. "Just tell them the truth, darling. Tell them your wife likes you that way."

"B… but… I…"

Michelle continued laughing. "Word will get around at the gym, won’t it darling. Soon all the regulars, even the girls, will know your kinky little secret. I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to learn to live with it, darling."

"Oh Michelle, please…"

Michelle was smiling impishly, her green eyes dancing with devilish delight. "Please what, darling? You’re forgetting its already too late. You’re shaved slick! And by the way, I’m keeping you this way. You’re going to keep yourself shaved slick just for me."

I began to shake and snivel, losing my erection.

"You know, darling," she continued, her eyes sparkling with merriment, "I won’t worry nearly so much about one of those little aerobics bunnies seducing my hubby now that you’re shaved. Those girls like real he-men and jocks. I’ll bet you won’t be in any hurry to show the girls your shave, will you darling? Darling, this is the next best thing to having you dickless!"

Her last comment made me gasp in horror, but strangely, my erection began to return. Michelle cast a subtle glance toward my crotch and smiled. She had noticed.

As I should have expected, mine and Michelle’s lovemaking, yet again, took on a new dimension. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, I was experiencing ecstasy beyond my wildest imagination! Every time I looked in the mirror at my denuded crotch I was overwhelmed with a sense of inadequacy and incompleteness. It also left me with the feeling that I was indeed Michelle’s property. I belonged to her now more than ever before. My pube shave created a new sort of bond between Michelle and myself that had not existed before.

As the weeks passed, I became very comfortable with the concept of Michelle’s possession of my body and that slightly helpless sense of inadequacy my shaved pube gave me. Shaving, however, was tedious and I soon found a depilatory cream on the market that would do a better job and do it more quickly. I kept reminding myself that this was all just fantasy. Should I grow tired of it, my pubic hair would regrow in a few weeks and I would just be the normal old Eddie again. However, this fantasy was a wonderful fantasy. I had no desire to become "normal" again. Regrowing my hair was no longer an option for me. I often thanked Michelle for making me more completely hers, making me her property. She would reward my gratitude with warm tender wet kisses on my bare sensitive pube.

Michelle purchased a six-inch electric vibrator that was of course larger than my own member. She asked me to pleasure her with it in bed. Feeling very inadequate, I dutifully complied with her wishes. I soon learned all the little motions, and rhythms that would send her into orgasmic rapture. I began to appreciate Michelle’s sexuality in a way I never had before. Bringing her orgasm with the vibrator gave me a sense of satisfaction that was different, and possibly even superior, to the feeling I had when we both had orgasms during coitus. It was, for me, more mental and emotional and less physical.

Next, Michelle purchased a strap-on dildo harness and a set of removable dildoes. We started cautiously, first with the little four-inch dildo, progressing to the six-inch, and finally the eight inch dildo. The harness came with a stretchy spandex bikini that kept my own inconsequential member suppressed and pointed backward out of the way. Michelle bought a lesbian tape and we watched it to together to help me develop my technique with the harness. She knew I would watch the tape and masturbate when she was gone, but she laughed and said that was my reward for being such a good little dildo boy.

Finally, strapping on the dildo herself, Michelle told me it was time for me to get used to being serviced by her. After all, it wasn’t fair for her to have all the fun, she told me, jokingly. I protested at first, but we both knew I couldn’t deny her wishes. She started me off gently with the four-inch dildo, then we progressed to the six-inch tool.

Surprisingly, I found the sensation rather pleasant. Although I felt totally submissive, the experience wasn’t humiliating. It was just another way to give myself completely to Michelle. I was totally surprised the first time I had a prostate orgasm. I didn’t know such a thing was possible. Michelle had penetrated me with the six-inch dildo and working it gently in a circular motion. Suddenly my turgid member began oozing copious quantities of semen onto the bed sheets. The feeling of release was totally different from anything I had experienced using my penis. I was overwhelmed by a sense of submission and surrender.

"You liked that, didn’t you darling," Michelle said, as she lovingly cleaned me up with a wash cloth. It was an observation, not a question.

"Yes," I gasped. "Oh yes!"

"You know, Eddie, when boys lose their dicks that’s the only way they can get off. But it’s really not so bad, is it darling?"

"No," I mumbled in mesmerized submission. "It felt wonderful!" I was surprised by the sincerity of my own words.

Michelle was always good to me. She was playful, mischievous, naughty, assertive, and at times maybe a little overbearing, but never the cruel dominatrix. At this moment she was pampering me; cleaning me up after giving me a devastating orgasm - my first ever prostate orgasm - that left me weak and confused. She was caring for me like a baby.

Whenever Michelle forced me into new territory, against my protests, I was always rewarded by being catapulted to a new level of ecstasy and fulfillment I hadn’t before dreamed possible. My trust in Michelle was becoming childlike and unthinking. She always knew best. My affection for Michelle was progressing from love to worship. She was becoming my goddess as well as my lover. In our lovemaking I realized that my penis was becoming less and less of player. That "cute little fellow", as Michelle called him, only got in on the action about half the time now, and I was enjoying sex more and more. Slowly, gently, and lovingly, but quite surely and persistently, Michelle was breaking me and making me her boy. And I was loving every minute of it!

Clean and dry at last, Michelle rubbed lotion onto my buttocks and crotch before sliding up in the bed and spreading her legs. Grabbing me by the ears, she guided my face and my eager tongue into her soft reddish-brown bush. I had always loved cunnilingus and now it was my favorite form of sex. I loved it much better than coitus. Michelle ran her fingers lovingly through my hair as I lapped like a kitten and whimpered in submissive bliss.

END OF PART 3

Farrell Squire

December 2, 2001

Continued in Part 4