Lisa was a new girlfriend. She was very sexy and curvy. Lisa was very in tune with her sexuality and very confident with a high libido. She was also very take charge, in general, so I thought she would be a great one to introduce my fantasy to.

I have a barely average-size dick, but I know there are plenty bigger, and I have discovered that I love to be teased that it is small, in a loving way, not in a mean way (“worthless,” etc.). Logically, I know it is average, so sometimes, it interferes with the fantasy when I remind myself that I am not small.

So, I thought, ‘What if I really believed it fully? What if she could remove my perception that I am average and FULLY convince me that I am small? What if I begged her to transform my mind, and I allowed her to change me in this way? What if I voluntarily gave her the key to rewire my brain? What if I “became small” by giving that complete control to her? What if I suddenly became her sex toy, for her to own and tease for being small? What if I taught her to crave the power to tease me that way? What if I taught her to get sexual pleasure from teasing me for being small?’

I couldn’t wait to get started! That night, my transformation began.

***

“Lisa,” I began nervously but with excitement. “There is something I want you to do for me. I love having sex with you. I love the sexy curves that you have. I even (especially) love your tummy that you are bashful about, because of carrying your children. The shape of it, and the softness, and the softness of the rest of you drive me crazy!

“I want you to do something for me. I love the confidence that you have. It turns me on like crazy. I love it when you take charge in the bedroom especially. I love serving you and working hard to give you pleasure. I am going to ask you something. I want you to know it is what I want. It would be best if you didn’t try to talk me out of it or dispute it. Please accept it and embrace it because it IS what I want.

“I don’t want you to think about hurting my feelings because it won’t. I WANT you to. I am asking you to do this. And I am asking you to fully embrace it, stay with it, and not undo it by saying that it is just pretend. Once you start, please stay with it. It will do nothing but strengthen our relationship.

“I think you will learn to LOVE this change. Once you embrace it, it will turn you on like crazy. You will learn actually to NEED this in a relationship. You will enjoy it so much. You won’t want a relationship any other way. And I will be so happy to serve you in this way. I give myself to you in this way, with the deepest love.

“So, with that being said, I wanted you to understand that so that we can both fully embrace this without hesitation or reservations. Embrace it, and you will be so glad you did! I will be so glad you did!”

Lisa was puzzled. “OK. I am now really curious what this is all about! I will try. You know I love you, so if you want it, I will do my best!”

“Good!” I replied. “I knew you would. You won’t be sorry! You’re going to love how this deepens our relationship! You’ll see!”

“OK. Bring it on,” Lisa said.

“Sure!” I took a deep breath. “I want you to teach me that I have a small penis!

“I know I am just average, but that doesn’t matter anymore. You have probably been with bigger and smaller, but starting now, my penis is small. Please teach me. Please convince me. I want to KNOW my penis is little. Please remove all doubt from my mind. I want to believe it. I want to look down at my dick and see little. I don’t want to see it any other way.

“Any time you mention my dick, be sure to remind me that it is ‘little,’ ‘tiny,’ or ‘cute.’ Please give me plenty of that, especially up front. You need to change me deep down, so you need to give me a lot of that. I want to hear your giggle. Be generous with me. Please help me to change. I want to feel it deep. I want you to love that I am small, but I don’t want you to let me forget it.

“And, to make it stick, I need it more than just in the bedroom. It needs to be all-encompassing. Any time you see me out of the shower or changing, remind me. Tease me. Don’t let me forget that I am your little dick man. I want to be that for you! Please give me the pinkie wiggle, even in public. Give me the “small penis” sign. This is the new reality that you are making for me.

“Every time I look down, I want to see ‘small.’ Please help me get there. Please do this for me!

“I also want you to make me admit to having a small penis. When you tell me my penis is small, make me agree with you. Remind me that I have a small penis and that you know that about me. That is our ‘little’ secret, for now. Ask me how it feels with you knowing I have a little dick. Make me confess to it to you. Make me say that I am proud of being little. Make me say it louder until you are satisfied.

“Giggle when you hear my confession. Please show me your pride and pleasure in getting me to admit it to you. You will learn to revel in the pleasure of having a man admit to having a small penis to you whenever you like. You know you have power when you can make a man do that. Savor that power. Let the power turn you on. It is confirmation of your sexual control to be able to make a man emasculate himself in that way. You are SO sexy and powerful when you use that power! I want you to relish it and learn to crave that feeling. I want you never to get enough of it! Tease me, baby!”

She was surprised, but she remembered what I had said before. “OK!” she said. “I am game! That sounds like fun! If it isn’t going to hurt your feelings, I can do it. I do like the ‘dominance’ aspect. That sounds like it would be fun and empowering. I can be your ‘size queen.’ I can give you lots of playful, loving teasing. So, you don’t want to forget it? I can give you so much, no chance of that, my little dick man!” she said, starting already.

“I have always wanted a man with a cute little dick to tease! And I will definitely make sure to remind you to tell me! I am going to love hearing your voice confessing about your little cock! I am starting to get wet thinking about you humbling yourself to me like that! And there will definitely be some giggling hearing how cute it is for my man to admit his ‘shortcomings’ to me as I see the little cock to match.”

‘Yes!’ I thought. ‘Lisa is not disappointed. This is going to be great! She’s already giving me a taste. I can’t wait to be fully immersed, hearing this from her, feeling the change, and seeing this luscious, curvaceous woman tease me as I worship her body!’

“And,” I continue. “I know I have little balls, too. Please convince me of that too fully. Teach me that my testicles are small, too. Make sure that I know it. Remove any doubt that they are not small. I want to believe it deep down. Every time I look down, I want to see a little dick with some tiny little balls.

“I want to be your ‘little ball man’ too. Don’t let me forget it! Any time I get out of the shower or am changing, remind me. Giggle about my little bits. Tell me my dick and balls are the smallest you have ever been with. Lead me by the balls to a full-length mirror and show me how little they are.

“Grasp my little nuts by the top of my little nutsack tightly, making my little testicles bulge out. Giggle, as you remind me how tiny they are. When you have ahold of them, tell me who they belong to. Make me admit that my little balls are yours. Giggle with pleasure that you are able to have me do that. Keep having me affirm who they belong to so I never forget they are yours. I give control of my little testicles to you, my love!

“Describe their size to me by comparing them to other little things: grapes, cherries, acorns, etc.. My ex-wife told me I had ‘gumballs’ in my little sack. I crave hearing you tease them!

“Ice play is fun, too. Put some ice cubes in a baggie, rub it on my little grapes, and watch them hide. ‘Tighten up your little balls! Tighten up your little nutsack!’ you tell me. I want to give you the pleasure of making my little balls appear even smaller as they get cold. I love giving you that power. I want you to get excited with your further control over ‘your’ little nuts. Play with them for your pleasure. They are yours, after all!

“Running and swimming in cooler water makes my little package get even smaller. Be sure and notice those opportunities for extra teasing and giggles. Both situations create extra smallness, and all I can do, at the moment, is agree with you as you giggle at how extra small I get.

“As you remind me of my little balls, be sure to have me ADMIT to having little balls, too. Remind me that you know I have tiny little marbles in my sack, that all I have is my little dick and those little nuts. Make me say it to you. Louder until you are satisfied. I want to hear you giggle with the pleasure you get from admitting that my balls are little, too. Please learn to savor the pleasure of being able to make me admit that whenever you get the urge. My admitting is your sexual power. Feel it!

“Also, since I now clearly have a small package, I want you to take my pubic hair. Please remove it from me. Remind me that because I have a small penis and little balls, I naturally shouldn’t have any pubic hair. I should be hairless to show how small they are, so there is no hiding that fact behind hair. Small and bald go together down there.

“This is another matter of your control. Remind me that it is your choice to deny me pubic hair. You require me to stay hairless there. I don’t get to have pubic hair ever again. When I try to grow it back, I have to submit to being shaved by you. I have to stand there and allow you to shave me bare. I want you to tease me about being hairless and that I allow you to shave me.

“I want you to make me thank you for not letting me have any pubic hair. I want you also to savor your sexual power over me to deny me pubic hair. Every time I look down and see my lack of hair, I want to remember it is because of you, because of your sexual control. I am hairless because of you. I want you to tease me and giggle, asking me where my pubic hair went. I want you to make me admit that you took it from me and that you aren’t letting me have any, that my hairlessness is a reminder of you and your sexual power.”

So, with that, I take a deep breath. “So, how does that sound?” I ask.

Lisa said, “I think I am going to like this! I am all in. Come on over here, ‘little man’! You know you never had to convince me. I have always known your dick and little grapes were small. I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. But now I know I can tell the truth! I am going to love teasing your cute little junk. And don’t worry, I won’t let you forget it! No chance of that! I will make sure you never forget how little they are! And they definitely are!

“Now, first things first…your pubic hair is getting ready to be gone! It is coming off! Say goodbye to ever having a bush again, my fixin-to-be-hairless-for-good little man!”

I’m kind of glad I said something! She is the right girl for the job, and the adventure begins! Lucky me!

*****

So, I told Lisa of my fantasy about having her fully convince me that my barely average-sized penis and balls were small. I knew they were average, but I wanted her to take control and deeply change my perception. I wanted to believe it. I wanted her to make me her “little man” for good. I wanted to see and believe things differently.

I wanted to become her little toy. I wanted her to seize her control and express her dominance over me sexually. I wanted her to get intoxicated with the pleasure of having me in that role. I wanted her to learn to love it and need that role. I wanted her to gain pleasure from our new reality. And I was oh so happy to oblige!

“Come over here!” she instructed. “Everything off!”

She had seen me naked many times, but somehow this felt different. I was both excited and nervous. It felt so different to be removing my clothes in front of her, under orders, while she remained fully clothed. I had never felt so vulnerable in front of her as I removed my underwear as my last article of clothing.

She giggled as my package came into full view. “Yeah, you DO have a little dick, all right, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

“No. That won’t do. I know you have a little dick. You know you have a little dick. And you know that I KNOW you have a little dick! There’s no secret here. Tell me you have a little dick!”

“I have a little dick,” I say softly, a little startled by her strong authoritative tone.

“Uh uh. I need more than that. Tell me you KNOW your pecker is little, that you are proud of having a small one, and that you are glad it is little. And, for gosh sakes, don’t whisper it. Say it like you mean it! If the people in the apartment next door hear you, so much the better! Next time you see them, you’ll wonder if they know what I know!” She commanded, giving my balls a firm squeeze to bring her point home.

“OK.” I comply, louder than before. “I know my penis is small. I am proud of having a small penis. I glad it is little for you.”

“There! That’s better! It would be best if you got used to that. I have been pretending all along, trying not to hurt your feelings, but I am glad we can now tell the truth to each other. You have a cute little dick. You just do. It’s OK. I am glad you can admit it now. And I am glad you have a tiny penis. It looks so cute on you! Here I have this luscious curvy body, and you are standing there with your cute little dick!” She giggles again.

“You remember that when you see me naked, you are rocking a little package. I want you to remember how fortunate you are, with that cute little dick, to have a truly voluptuous woman. Got it?” she stressed to me.

I really liked the way she talked. She was so confident and sexy. I always loved her body and generous curves, but she had been bashful about her weight. Now, she was “owning it” and proud. And she was reminding me how lucky I was, with my shortcomings, to have her. Her tone was driving me crazy!

“And these little guys…” she continued, giggling further, kneading my testicles in her strong grip. “You really do have tiny little balls! Yeah, you do! Your dick is definitely small, but I think your balls are even smaller. I have been with lots of guys, and the little marbles in your little nutsack are DEFINITELY the smallest I have ever seen on a grown man. They are so adorable!”

“You have got quite the combination,” she continued, “that little penis of yours and these cute little gumballs! So adorable and cute that this is all you have! I love it! You are definitely my little man down there! Don’t you ever forget it!” She giggled and reminded me confidently.

“So, now that you know, clearly, what you have going on there, we have got a change to make,” she announced. “Your pubic hair is definitely coming off. I am going to remove your pubic hair. I’m taking it. Since we now both are clear how little you are there, it doesn’t make any sense for you to keep pretending otherwise. I’m gonna make you bald down there. And this is for good. You’re gonna stay hairless, got it?

“Anyone with a tiny penis and little balls should naturally remain hairless. It just fits. They just go together that way, right? Plus, I don’t want you hiding behind your little bush anymore. I want us both to see your cute size clearly. No secrets there—your little dick and balls will be on FULL display, as they should be, right?”

“Uh-huh.” I agree, savoring her new confidence and authority.

“And,” she continues, “I am removing all of your pubic hair. That part isn’t up for debate. But I was hoping you could TELL me to do it! I want you to concede permission to me fully. I want you actually to BEG me to do it! Give it to me! And make it good!”

Both taken aback by this new side of Lisa that I had never seen before and somewhat nervously incredibly turned on, I comply…

“Yes, Lisa. I want you to PLEASE take my pubic hair from me! It is yours to take. I give myself to you. Please make me hairless there. It would be best if you didn’t allow me to have any pubic hair ever again. Please take it all. I want to be bald there for you. No stubble, just smooth skin. And when I try to grow it back, please take that, too. Please KEEP me hairless, permanently. I want my little dick and tiny balls to be fully naked, so you can see how small they are.”

“That’s a good boy!” she assures me. “I like how you are now referring to them as tiny! Good for you! They always were, but now I see that you are accepting of what they are, my good little boy! I can see you are changing already. I love it! Go get the clippers!”

I retrieve the hair clippers for her. She plugs it in and removes the comb. “We won’t need that,” she says, “because it’s ALL coming off!”

I look down at my little bush and fuzzy balls. I realize that I am looking at the last hair they are ever going to have. My bush is going to be taken from me, never to be allowed to return. I don’t have much of a bush, but it’s about to be gone forever. My testicles are getting ready to be completely bald, too.

“You are gonna wanna hold still,” she warns as she turns the clippers on.

Like a tractor in a field, the clippers trace a path across my hard-earned little bush, dropping tufts of my curls on the floor. After just a few swipes, my former bush is reduced to only stubble, with the curls that were a part of me now residing on the floor.

She then firmly grabbed the head of my little shaft and stretched it taut. “Look how long your little dick is now!” she playfully mocked, giggling. “I’m gonna see what hair I can take from your little dick before I let the razor finish the job!” Just a few swipes and nothing but stubble there, too.

Then she firmly grabbed my little nutsack, stretching my scrotum skin tight as she went over my little balls, taking what the clippers could.

“All right! I got as much as the Clippers would get. You don’t have much left but a little stubble. Go get my lady’s razor and my shaving cream,” she instructed.

When I got back, she had swept my former curls into a tiny pile. I thought she was just cleaning up, but not exactly.

She lathered me up with her apricot-scented shaving lotion. “Don’t you smell pretty?” she playfully teased. “Now, the finishing touches!”

Row by row, the razor did its job. “Look at that bald skin! Look how smooth! I love making you hairless! You like me taking your pubic hair from you, don’t you?” she mockingly asked.

“Yes!” I dutifully replied. “Thank you for taking my pubic hair from me! I give it to you. I want to be bald there for you! I love that you are never going to let me have pubic hair again! Keep me smooth!”

“That’s right!” she said. Don’t worry. I will. No more pubic hair for you, ever!”

She stretched my little shaft and nutsack to clean them too fully.

Satisfied, she said, “There! It’s all gone!” She grabbed one of my little grapes and led me to a full-length mirror. “Look at yourself! See how smooth and hairless you are! Look at that cute little hairless dick with nothing to hide behind! Look at those adorable little bald nuts that you have! You really are so little! I love being able to see your size so well! Do you now realize how tiny your stuff is? It’s just so darned cute! Tell me what you see, my little man!”

Honestly, it surprised me, too. Whether from the removal of my hair, Lisa’s teasing words, or both, it was really sinking in. I had never felt so small as I did there, naked and completely hairless, in front of that full-length mirror. I just hadn’t realized how small I was until just now.

“Wow! You are right,” I agreed. “I didn’t realize how small my stuff really is. I can see it now. I feel so very lucky to have such a beautiful sexy woman who actually loves my tiny dick and these little balls.”

Lisa smiled proudly at my gratitude and newfound humility. I could see that she was FULLY on board with our new reality! I could see the fire in her eyes from her newfound confidence and control. She was hooked.

“Stay right there,” she instructed. She went to the freezer and returned with an ice cube. She then dropped to her knees and started running the ice cube all over my nutsack. “Tighten up, little balls! There you go! I see them getting cold. They are pulling up, trying to stay warm. Good little balls! You’re getting cold, aren’t you? Good little tiny hairless grapes!” she giggled.

It wasn’t long before my little sack was as small and tight as can be. I was extra tiny looking now.

She took my hand and formed it into a cup, and moved it below my waist. “Don’t spill anything!” she said. Just then, I saw her sweep my pubic hair into a dustpan and dump it into my cupped hand.

“Say cheese!” she instructed as she took a full-body picture. There I was, fully naked, hairless, with my tiny balls fully shrunken, with me holding my pubic hair freshly shorn from me, right beside where it used to be minutes ago. What an embarrassing picture! It truly told the story.

“I love it!” she said. “What a great picture! Look at your little hairless dick! Look at those tiny little bald balls! They are EXTRA small, thanks to my ice job. I love it! And look in your hand! Awww! That used to be YOUR pubic hair! Now it’s mine! Right near where it used to be!” she giggled, proud of her work.

“This is my new favorite picture!” she said. I can see your face, and if I zoom in, I can see your little hairless parts, including your shrunken little balls!” She laughed relentlessly. And that pubic hair! You really didn’t have much, but it’s all gone now! That picture tells the story! I might just have to show it to my girlfriends! What happened to your pubic hair?” she asked mockingly.

“You took it from me. You removed all of my pubic hair. I don’t have any more pubic hair because of you. I love that you won’t allow me to have any pubic hair ever again. Thank you for that! I love the way you iced my little balls for the picture! I look extra tiny, don’t I! I am so lucky to have such a beautiful, sexy woman who takes such great care of me! I look down at my hairless area, and it reminds me of you, that I am hairless by your hand. And I feel so lucky to have such a voluptuous, sexy woman who appreciates my tiny dick and my little balls! I love the way you tease me for them! It makes me try that much harder to satisfy you fully! I love you, sweetheart!”

My fantasy had come true! Lisa became fully hooked on her new power, and I was too eager to play along!

*****

I had just finished a run and wanted to add a few weights before hitting the shower. My clothes were soaked from the run, so I took them off in the privacy of the bedroom to get in my workout. I didn’t need my clothes for that.

I was just finishing up when the bedroom door opened. My girlfriend Lisa came in.

“Ohhh! Look at you, exercising in the nude!” she exclaimed. “I like it! Let me see!”

I turned to face her.

“Oh my gosh!” she giggled. “Look at how small you are now! I know you just got done running and working out. I guess what they say is true!”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“That when you work out, it diverts your blood supply to your muscles and not so much to ‘other things.’” She could barely get the words out. She was giggling so much. “Your little dick is always small, but this is another level! And look how tight your little nutsack is! Look at those tiny little balls! I love it!

“I am SO glad I shaved you! You are so cute, standing there with your tiny, shriveled dick and those little marbles in your tight little sack! And you are hairless so that I can see everything. No hiding behind that little bush you had. No hiding those little gumballs behind your fuzzy scrotum—Nope—it is ALL on display. No secrets. No pretending.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she instructed. “Don’t you see how extra little you are? There can’t be any doubt anymore. You are definitely my little guy! I love teasing your little stuff! I’m glad I get to be honest. I don’t have to pretend otherwise anymore. And you love hearing me tease you, too, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Yep! You are kinky that way. I know it excites you, and I am more than happy to give you what you want. It’s definitely growing on me. I love the power of teasing your little size. It really turns me on that I can tease you that way, that you allow me to, and that you enjoy it. And I am not even pretending. It’s totally true! You are right. I do love this! I’m hooked on it!

“Except,” she continued, “while our new way is growing on me…something is NOT growing. Usually, your little guy starts growing just hearing me talking about him. But he is still tiny and still shriveled. He isn’t growing.”

She seemed confused until it hit her, “Oh! I get it! From your hard workout, your body needs a little time to recover before you can make a little stiffy again. So, not only are you shriveled and little now, but you’re going to be Mr. Softy for a while, no matter what I do! So. I can play with that little extra tiny dick, and you can’t even get hard for a while,” she giggled.

“This is going to be fun! Normally, I can’t hardly touch him or start talking about him before you start getting hard. Not big, of course, but hard. Now, not only are you tiny, as always, but you can’t get hard. How cute! Aren’t you embarrassed,” she continued to giggle, “standing there with your extra tiny dick, extra tiny tight balls, no hair, and you can’t even get hard, no matter how much I play with your little thing?”

“Uh-huh,” I replied sheepishly. “It still works. It just needs some time to recover.” I was definitely embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by my predicament, especially since I temporarily couldn’t show it. Tiny and soft while she kept teasing and giggling relentlessly. I was loving her taking this to the next level.

She kept playing, trying to see what all she could do that she couldn’t do before, while I remained helplessly soft and extra tiny.

Just then, there was a knock on the front door. “I’ll be back. Don’t go getting hard while I’m gone!” Lisa playfully mocked. “Oh, no chance of that!” she chuckled. “I am having fun playing with your tiny softy!”

A couple of minutes later, the bedroom door reopened. Except, Lisa wasn’t alone. Her best friend Lennette was with her. There I was, naked, shriveled, and hairless. What an embarrassing time to be seen by another woman!

“Lennette, you have to see this!” Lisa said. “Look how tiny he is! I have always told you how small he is, but look now! He just got done running and working out, so he is extra tiny now!”

Lennette tried her best to stifle her giggles, but she couldn’t help it. “You really weren’t kidding, Lisa!” Lennette said. “He is definitely a cute little guy!”

Lennette turned to me and said, “I had no idea you were so small. Lisa has told me many times about your size, but I had no idea! You really have a cute little dick, and your tiny balls are tucked up so tight. It almost looks like you don’t have any balls. And hairless, too. Lisa told me she took your pubic hair. She told me she doesn’t let you have any. Kinky! She also told me that you LIKE being teased about your size. It actually excites you! Interesting! You are definitely “cute” there!” she giggled.

“And guess what else,” Lisa continued, “because of his workout, he can’t get hard right away. I have been playing with this little guy, and nothing. So, he is not only extra small and shriveled and tight, but he can’t do anything about it! It is hilarious! Try it! He can’t get hard!”

So, Lennette gave it a try. She played with my little dick. She rubbed it. She stroked it. She rubbed my little head. Nothing. She flopped it around and made it bounce. She fondled my little grapes. Still nothing. She encircled my little sack and gave me a little tug. Nothing. Nothing was stirring.

I was so humiliated. Not only was I already small, but I was extra small, and no matter what the girls did, my little dick stayed asleep. Lennette probably thought I was always that small and couldn’t get wood.

“You know what?” Lisa interjected. I see something that concerns me. He isn’t getting hard, but he seems to be trying to grow his pubic hair back! I see some stubble. You naughty boy!”

It had been a few days since Lisa last shaved me, so she was right.

“You know what to do!” she instructed me. I laid face down, across her lap, with my little white buttocks exposed to her care. “I always give him ten spankings with my hand when I see he is trying to grow his pubic hair back. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to turn his tight little white butt pink! Just a little reminder, you know?”

Lennette was very surprised and impressed with her friend, as she chuckled relentlessly in amazement.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Lisa lovingly smacked my vulnerable butt. She stopped at 5. My butt was starting to feel the heat, but I knew more was coming.

“Lennette,” Lisa said, “the last five are yours! Go to Lennette for the rest, and be sure to tell her you WANT her to, or I’ll give you 20 more myself!”

Lennette sat down, and I obediently assumed her position. I was used to Lisa’s spankings but wasn’t sure what to expect from Lennette. She was a bigger, stronger woman, so I was a little nervous.

“Please, Lennette,” I obliged, “please give me five spankings.” My butt was at her mercy. It was already a little hot and surely a little pink already, but I knew more was coming.

“Sweetheart,” Lisa addressed me, “you need to tell her why. Tell her what you have done. And, Lennette, don’t go easy on him. I want him bright pink, even red, or I’ll need to give him some more myself.”

“Lennette,” I continued, “I have tried to regrow my pubic hair. I know I am not allowed to have pubic hair. I know I am to remain perfectly smooth and hairless. So, please spank me five more times to remind me. And I need good ones, so I don’t forget. Please make me hot there. Make me red, if you can.”

“That’s a good little man!” Lisa praised. “Do it, Lennette.”

WHACK! (Wow! Lennette wasn’t messing around! She brought twice the fire that Lisa did.) WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Good job, Lennette!” Lisa complimented. “Let’s see our work! Oh, look how red he is! I may have to have you help more often! Look how bright red his tight white ass is! I can see the handprints we have made. Good work!” She gave Lennette a congratulatory high-five.

“So, how ya’ feeling, sweetheart?” Lisa asked. “Got your back porch a little red, huh? It looks like it! Feeling a little warm?” she chuckled.

“Uh-huh,” I replied. It was definitely on fire. Not only was there the heat of the spankings but also the humiliation of being spanked by Lennette, too. So, now, every time I see Lennette, I will remember that she has seen me naked, seen me extra small, and has given me a naked spanking.

“So, now that that’s done, one more thing to do,” Lisa concluded. “Let’s remove that stubble. I’ll clean his little attempt to regrow his bush and, Lennette, you can clean his little penis and balls.”

“It’s so nice that he can’t get hard now,” Lisa advised. “Usually, he gets so excited when I shave him. His little boner bounces around. Just Mr. Softy today!” she giggled.

Lisa lathered me up and took her razor to my bush area. I made several passes with the grain and then re-lathered me for the against the grain finishing touch, to make me extra smooth.

“Your turn, Lennette,” Lisa advised. She grabbed my little helmet and stretched my little shaft taut for shaving. “See how long his dick is now?” she teased.

Lennette lathered and cleaned my little penis with just a few strokes. Lisa firmly stretched my little sack so Lennette could clean my little balls. I was used to Lisa shaving me, but now I would always know that Lennette had shaved my little scrotum, too. I would remember that, every time I would see her.

“All done!” Lisa announced. Doesn’t that look more like it? I’m so glad you helped me, Lennette! One last thing! Picture time! Hand me your phone, Lennette. You’ve earned a couple of souvenirs!”

Lennette obliged, handing her phone to Lisa, kneeling beside her handiwork on my front, beside my little still-shriveled dick and my tight little balls that she shaved.

“Say cheese!” Lisa instructed. “Perfect! Now, the back! Turn him around and give me a smile with the rest of your work! Ahh! Still bright pink, I see! It will make a good picture! Cheese!”

Lisa took the other picture and returned her phone to Lennette. “Here you go! This was fun! Can you please send those pictures to me? You can show them to anyone else, too. He doesn’t mind!”

Walking Lennette to the door, Lisa stopped and turned to me. “I love you, honey! You’re right! This is fun!”

 

To Be Continued…?

 

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