Henry then quickly removed all the hair from my balls. It was a bit of a ticklish feeling and also very erotic. My dick was throbbing under my hand demanding relief, but I just held still.

When he finished with my nuts he had me get back under the shower and rinse off good. It was then back out from under the water and stand still while he inspected all the areas completed so far. He found a few missed hairs and quickly got rid of them.

"Ok Pussyboy, turn around, bend over and grab that safety bar. Now spread your legs wide".

The safety bar was almost on the floor, I would guess not more than 8 inches up off the floor. I grabbed the bar and then spread my legs as ordered. Henry didn't waste any time. I felt the most fantastic feeling all around my asspussy. He was lathering it up real good and driving me crazy. My breathing became extremely laboured. Shit I wasn't going to have to wank my dick, these sensations were going to drive me to the magic summit.

But before that could happen Henry had enough shaving cream on my ass and began shaving. While he shaved my ass he started applying cream to the upper thighs. When finished with the ass he just moved right on down each thigh. A quick application of cream to the calves and they also were denuded in quick order.

He then ordered me to stand up and turn around. An application of cream down the front of both legs, a quick swish with his razor and my legs were now nude.

He told me to get back under the shower and rinse, which I did thankfully.

"All that is left is your arms Pussyboy and you will do those yourself. Good practice becuase you will have to check yourself every morning and make sure you shave off any hair that grows in during the night. The Master wants you nude so take my advice and keep yourself nude".

He handed me the brush and held out the mug. I lathered up the brush and began lathering my right arm. When it was well lathered I handed him the brush and he gave me the razor.

It didn't take long before both arms were denuded. Back under the shower, I used shampoo to wash my hair and then a good rinse and the hair removal exercise was completed. It was a strange, but very nice feeling drying down with the towel.

Surprisingly my dick had settled down during the shower. It was still oozing precum, but it wasn't hard and throbbing. I took the wash cloth and gave it a good clean off. My balls were a little tender, they wanted release, but I guess that was going to have to wait until the Master decided to permit it.

Back in the bedroom, Henry went to the cupboard and pulled out a box, about the size of a shoe box. He brought it to the bed and opened it. Inside I could see some kind of black leather belt thing.

He had me stand in front of him with my legs slightly spread. The thing turned out to be some kind of leather harness. He first placed a black belt about an inch and a half wide around my waist and pulled it tight. Then took another leather belt or strap out, this one had a ring about half way along its length. Kneeling down infront of me, he lifted my balls and slid them through the ring. My dick followed right behind. It was a very snug fit and I could feel my dick begining to rise again.

Henry took the front end of the strap and attached it to the belt around my waist. The bottom end of the strap was pushed between my legs and up my back, attaching to the waist belt. He snugged both ends up until I could feel a pressure but was not uncomfortable.

Next out was a whole conglomeration of straps which seemed to be attached together. He had me stretch my arms out straight in front of me. Then placed the harness on me, kind of like putting on an invisible vest that had the opening in the back. He went around behind and quickly fastend the straps together and again snugged them up so they were tight but not uncomfortable.

Coming around front he grabbed the one strap that was hanging down the middle and fastened it to the belt. Next he placed a finger in behind the straps at various points checking the fit. A few adjustments and he declared the harness satisfactory.

Henry put the lid back on the box and placed the box back in the cupboard. He moved over and opened another larger door and pulled out a black outfit. He brought it over and laid it on the bed.

From the pocket of what looked like a leather vest he pulled a strange looking disk, it kinda looked a bit like a small childs spining top.

"Ever seen one of these before Pussyboy?" he asked.

"No Henry I havn't though it does look like a kid's top".

"Well it sure as hell ain't no top Pussyboy", he laughed. "It is a butt plug. You will have to wear it during our outing today. I don't think you are going to like it much, at least at first. But the Master wants you to wear it and wear it you will. So bend over the bed and spread you legs. I will place a little lub on it to make it go in easier, be sure to relax your annus and gently try to shit."

I did as ordered and could feel Henry undoing the strap that went up my ass crack. He rubbed some lub on my hole and soon I was the proud owner of a butt plug. He refastened the strap and snugged it up. My dick of course was throbbing like mad.

Well Henry was right, I didn't much like it. It was uncomfortable and I felt like I had to shit. I sure hope he is right and I get used to it, I wouldn't want this feeling for very long. It was like having a big load that needed dumping.

From another pocket in the vest he pulled a jock very similar to the ones he and the others wore yesterday. It consisted of a leather pouch for the cock and balls, attached to an elastic type waist band with a strap that went from the bottom of the jock to the back of the waist band. This one was one piece unlike the one Henry wore yesterday. I found out later that it was called a thong.

Henry handed it to me and I put it on. It was a pretty good fit, my hard dick was pushed up and the head was sticking out the top of the pouch. It was not very comfortable with the elastic waist band of the thong pulling it in tight against the leather strap from the cockring. I felt rediculous, but what the hell could I do.

Next Henry handed me a pair of leather pants, but they had no crotch. I gave him a strange look but all he did was smile. It took a considerable amount of effort to get myself into these, ah.well.I don't know what the hell to call them, so I will use the term pants, but be warned I am using the term loosely. They were very tight and I really had to pull hard to get them on. The crotch was open but only at the front and I could feel the warm leather pulling tightly agains my ass. My poor dick with it's purple head being choked by the elastic of the thong just kept on throbbing and dripping precum.

Henry then lifted up the vest. Again black leather, it was soft and smooth and smelt heavenly. It also was a very tight fit and was open from the neck down across my entire chest and came together just above my navel, where it fastened with two small leather straps. It also had other fasteners and Henry spent a few minutes fastening the vest to the.ah.pants. The arms of course were sleeveless.

Henry had me sit down on the bed and went back to the cupboard. He returned a few seconds later with a pair of knee high boots. He had me raise each leg one at a time and forced the boots on, again they were a tight fit. When I went to stand up I found out that these boots had very high heels. They had to be at least 4 inches. I had never experienced foot wear like this before and it took a few seconds for me to get a good balance.

Henry had me follow him over to the cupboard from which he had removed this outfit. He opened the door wide and on the inside of the door was a full length mirror. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This really sexy dude all done up in black leather, my poor old cock was just a throbbing. I had never seen one, but I had the very distinct impression that what I was looking at was a male prostitute.

Now just where did the Master intend on taking me for my, uh.outing?