You Just Can't Do It

So far, despite the craziness of the last few hours, the reality of your situation hasn't yet sunk in. Now, standing there, stark naked with Mistress Leah gesturing you to follow, reality hits you like a truck. On your way in, you saw naked people, and many submissive slaves doing much worse things, but it's different when it's personal. You are overcome with anxiety at the thought of leaving the room, your naked body on display for everyone to see.
"I...I...I just can't." You stammer. You lock eyes with Mistress Leah, her green eyes fixed on your blue ones. She says nothing, just closes the door, and strides towards you. You brace yourself for some sort of physical discipline...and it never comes. Instead Mistress Leah just stares at you, silently. After a full fifteen seconds she simply says "Wow, you're serious huh. I had no idea you were such a little bitch, do you honestly think anybody will be looking at you? You're a ****, remember, you mean nothing." Mistress Leah turns away from you, and bends over, her ass is right in your face. "Seriously," she says. "I know my ass looks great in these shorts. If you're walking behind me you'll get to stare at it as much as you want. Not just my ass either, this is a sexy place, and female slaves are in the majority, there'll be a lot of gorgeous naked women for you to ogle."
She makes some good points. You take another look at her pert ass and try to compose yourself to follow it out the door, but once again, you can't get past your mental block.
"Hmm, shame. I was really hoping you could get past your anxieties, but I guess that's too much to ask. Maybe you need a little reminder of how this place works. I know this isn't what you wanted, or were expecting, but remember, in this place, slavery is legal. If I tell the authorities that you're being disobedient, they'll take my side." Mistress Leah pulls out her mobile phone and calls down to reception.

A few minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Mistress Leah opens it to reveal two hotel employees wearing formal-looking hotel uniforms; stiff blouses and pencil-skirts. One is taller and older than the other, she introduces herself as Senior Discipline Officer Madeline Swann. You instantly remember your nakedness and try to cover yourself, but Mistress Leah firmly grabs your forearm and slowly forces it to the side, leaving your erect cock visible and exposed.
"What seems to be the problem ma'am?" She asks Mistress Leah.
"My **** is refusing to follow my orders. He's **** to go out in public naked. It's his first time being a ****, and mine being a master, so we're both learning as we go."
"Of course, I understand perfectly ma'am. Let's sit down and I can guide you through what to do." The two ladies moved away and each took a seat at the small table. The shorter, younger lady stepped up, carrying a sleek black case.
"I am Harriet, one of the resort's mobile stylists. Your mistress has ordered a full-body hair removal. Lie down on your front and lets get started." You hesitate again. "If you do not comply, I will have to get Discipline Officer Swann involved." You don't know what the discipline officer would do, but the tone in which Harriet said it was unsettling. You comply.

The full-body hair removal wasn't so bad. Harriet mostly used an electric shaver, and the few times she did use wax, the pain disappeared quickly. You get the feeling that Harriet was being a little rougher, and using a little more wax than was strictly necessary, especially around the groin area. Her eyes twinkled every time you winced. Within a couple of hours, it was done. Harriet and Discipline Officer Swann departed, leaving you alone with Mistress Leah once again. She looked you over.
"They did a good job. Left you with no hair at all below the neck, just like I asked. Madeline also gave me a ton of great advice. I know now how to deal with you. She also left me her number, so remember, if you disobey me again, I'll call her. Now, you will be coming with me, no matter how **** you are, because I am your master." With that Mistress Leah bent down and grabbed your flaccid penis still tender from the wax, and deftly slipped something onto it. You hear a click, and just like that, you've been locked.

Mistress Leah calmly transfers your leash from the collar around your neck, to the collar around your cock. She bends down and looks you straight in the eye.

"Now, let's try this again. I want to go and explore this beautiful tropical island and make the most of this unexpected vacation. You can come with me willingly, or I can drag you." You say nothing and follow Mistress Leah out the door. Halfway down the corridor she turns back and says "Oh, and that leash is only 10 feet long, so if I were you, I would try not to fall too far behind." You scurry to catch up, keeping your eyes fixed on Mistress Leah's tight, perky ass, as she leads you through the lobby and out into the tropical sunlight.