From Kinky to Slave Chapter 3: Dungeon

On Thursday afternoon, while I was returning home from being with my friends, I noticed my mobile phone vibrating. It was a message. After that last conversation with Pedro on WhatsApp, I was anxious to receive the message. Also, with some fear. I didn't know where becoming his slave, as he told me, would lead me. I arrived home and, without greeting anyone, I went into my room and looked at the phone, and indeed, it was from him.

"Good afternoon, dog, I'm sending you the location of the pickup spot for tomorrow, be punctual at 5," he wrote.

"Yes, sir," I replied. I looked at the location he had sent me. It was quite far from where I lived. I would have to use public transportation; walking would have taken me more than an hour.

"Instructions for tomorrow, come showered, groomed, and completely depilated," he wrote, listing the rules for the meeting.

"Completely depilated?" I asked.

"Do I have to repeat things twice?" I read.

"No, sir, but it's just that I don't like to depilate myself, and besides, I've never done it," I replied.

"Have you ever done anything in your life that isn't being a kinky person?" he asked.

"I'm not a kinky person, sir," I said.

"What you are is an 18-year-old punk who needs discipline, but I'm going to put you in your place," he said.

"Yes, sir," I replied, suffering an erection, the harder he got, the more excited I became.

"Is it clear, then, how you have to come tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, showered, groomed, and depilated," I replied.

"I trust your good behavior, the other day in the cruising area, you showed me that when you want to, you know how to do things well," he said.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"See you tomorrow, be punctual," he wrote.

"Yes, sir, until tomorrow," I said.

He didn't respond, and I spent a few seconds thinking, then I went to the supermarket to see what products they had.

"Body hair remover cream for men," I read, and I bought it.

I read the instructions and did as they explained. It was a shame to get rid of that hair that gave me personality. When I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror. I looked like someone else. I wasn't very hairy from the waist up, so I only had to depilate my armpits and arms. From the middle down, I had more work: legs, cock, and testicles, ass. I reviewed everything carefully and didn't see any hair. I got dressed quickly and left, thinking about what I would experience the next day.

The next day, via WhatsApp:

"Good morning, sir," I wrote.

"Good morning, dog, are you nervous about this afternoon?" he asked.

"A little, sir," I lied. I was very nervous but also excited, but I didn't want to show it.

"This afternoon, when you're already at the location, let me know, understood?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

In the afternoon, I sh...