Smooth sailing

As they followed the receptionist, Logan could feel the curious stares of the other clients and staff members boring into his back. He tried to maintain his composure, but the sensation of being paraded through the salon in his frilly pink dress dampened his spirits, filling him with a sense of shame and self-loathing.

"Now, dear," the receptionist chirped, handing Matty a consent form.

"We just need you to fill out this paperwork before we begin."

Matt nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he unfolded the paper.

Before he could begin, Kyle took the form and started filling it out for Matty. When he got to the section for treatment options, he made sure to select permanent hair removal for Matty’s entire body leaving just his eyebrows and lashes and the hair on top of his head.

He signed the form and handed it back to the receptionist. She read the form, raised no objections to what was written there.

She led them to a small waiting area where they sat down. There was a television mounted high on the wall showing daytime talk shows. They waited there for fifteen minutes before a nurse called Matty’s name. Matty stood up, looking a bit nervous but also excited for this next step on his sissy journey.

“Let’s go Matty,” Kyle said, his tone soothing and calm. Matty hesitated for a moment then he took a deep breath and followed the nurse to the examination room.

He noticed that the nurse had a puzzled look on her face, likely due to his appearance. As they entered the exam room, Matty couldn't help but feel increasingly self-conscious.

Once inside, the nurse instructed Matty to disrobe and lie down on the examining table. Matty hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew there was no turning back now, but part of him still wished he could escape this strange, humiliating situation.

Slowly, Matty stripped away his pretty pink dress and lingerie, allowing it to pool around his ankles, leaving him with just his chastity and collar. To his surprise though Kyle must have given the keys to the nurse as she removed them from him, taking them ‘for safe keeping’ and promising to put them back in place by the time their session was over.

He felt a mix of nerves and excitement as he lay down on the cold metal table, his skin prickling at the thought of what was to come.

"Alright, Matty," the nurse began, her voice steady and professional. "We'll start with the upper body, and then we'll work our way down to your lower half."

Matty nodded, his gaze fixed on the nurse's latex-gloved hands. She picked up a handheld device, pressing a button to activate it.

As the machine whirred to life, Matty could feel a cool breeze brush against his bare skin. The nurse moved the device along Matty's arm, tracing over his muscles. The sensation was oddly comforting, almost therapeutic.

"This won't hurt," the nurse assured him, her voice calm and soothing. "Just relax and take deep breaths."

Matty nodded, his gaze locked on the nurse's gloves as they moved closer to his genitals. His pulse quickened, and he felt his cheeks flush with heat.

As the nurse gently guided the device over his sensitive areas, Matty could feel the tension building within him. Each pass of the machine sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins, making it difficult to stay focused on anything other than the pleasurable sensations consuming him.

"Almost done, Matty," the nurse cooed, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Just a few more passes, and we'll be finished."

Matty nodded, his gaze fixated on the nurse's gloved hands.

She paused over his sensitive area, and Matty could feel the tension between them mounting. The nurse shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting between Matty and the door.

"You're doing great, Matty," the nurse murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Just a few more passes, and we'll be done."

Matty gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't help but wonder whether his newfound submission to Kyle had transformed him into a willing participant in his own humiliation.

Matty had been subjected to various forms of degradation since entering Kyle's life, but none compared to the sheer level of embarrassment he endured while lying fully exposed on the examination table.

"Almost done, Matty," the nurse cooed, her voice laced with concern. The room seemed to close in around him, the air thick with his desire and fear.

The nurse's gloved hands, which moments ago had been administering the laser treatment, now reached down to reattach the chastity cage and collar. Her touch was cool and efficient, but Matty could feel the heat rising within him as she secured the devices back onto his body.

"There, Matty," the nurse murmured, her voice soft and kind. "All done."

The nurse declared, her voice firm and confident. "I'll leave you alone to get dressed."