subrichard

We arrived at an old six story office building that had been converted to house artist lofts and various other type studios.
The modeling studio took up the entire second floor, so I followed Sherri and Miss Tanya up the stairs, with shopping bags
in hand, and entered the studio office behind them. Zoe greeted us from behind the receptionist desk, and led us into one
of the many suites of rooms. There were also two very attractive young women waiting in the office, presumably for some
sort of fashion shoot, who Miss Tanya seemed to recognize.

Dawn was waiting for us in a large room where a male photographer was taking photos of two men in drag. A very tall
and rather plump black woman was there as well. She was Miss Mona, darling of the drag queens, who we briefly met
at Le Bistro the night before. Miss Tanya gave her a big hug and introduced her to Sherri. Miss Mona looked at me with
a smile of recognition of my being publicly disciplined the night before, then went back to her talk with my girlfriend and
Miss Tanya.

"I'm more than happy to help you and Miss Tanya make that naughty boy of yours into a proper lady," Miss Mona cooed
in that Afro-Caribbean accent of hers. "My girls are almost finished," she continued, referring to the two drag queens who
were being photographed. "Miss Dawn and I got things ready, so I'll join you in the changing room shortly, and we'll start
Richard's treatment," she concluded. Sherri thanked her, and then Dawn led us into the changing room.

I was ordered to strip down to my briefs and sit down on a table that resembled a doctor's examination bench, while Dawn
attended to a large pot being kept warm on an electric heater. And when Miss Tanya asked Sherri if she'd ever undergone
a wax hair removal treatment (to which she replied "no, it sounds painful"), I then realized what was in store for me.

"Yes, it can be painful," Miss Tanya casually noted. "But sometimes a girl just has to suck it up and do what a girl has to do,
isn't that right, Richard?" she chirped, flashing me a wicked grin. Under her seductively domineering gaze, I could only nod
and murmur "yes, Miss Tanya."

Miss Mona asked Miss Tanya and Sherri if they'd be so kind as to assist her in my treatment, to which they replied with
an enthusiastic "but of course!" So while she put on a pair of latex gloves and thin white overcoat, Miss Tanya positioned
herself behind me, with Sherri standing to face me. And as Miss Mona dipped the applicator stick into the warm wax,
Sherri firmly grasped my wrists while Miss Tanya grabbed hold of my shoulders, digging in her fingernails for emphasis.

I was like putty in their hands as Sherri held out my right arm for Miss Mona, who applied the first bit of wax to my forearm.
She then took a cloth to it, and with a sudden quick motion, ripped it off to reveal a fresh hairless patch of skin. I shuddered
a bit as I let out a muffled shout, whereupon Miss Tanya tightened her grip on my shoulders.

"Hold still, be quiet, and get used to it!" Miss Tanya admonished me while Sherri winced in sympathy with my discomfort.
Then with about a dozen more such applications, my right arm was completely hairless. So as I gritted my teeth, and with
Miss Tanya digging her nails into my shoulders with a firm grip, Miss Mona gleefully repeated the procedure on my left arm.
All the while, my girlfriend smiled and chirped at me with both a mocking "poor baby," and an encouraging "good girl!"

Miss Mona gave me some aloe cream lotion to soothe my sore arms while Miss Tanya tugged at my ponytail, noting the fuzz
on the back of my neck. As she held up my hair for her cohort, Miss Mona applied the wax treatment. This was more painful
than than the arm treatment, so Sherri and Miss Tanya tightened their grip to keep me in place as I shuddered and moaned.

"Stop your whining and keep still!" Miss Tanya scolded me with a light but stinging slap on the face. "If you thought that hurt,
just think of the ass whipping I'll have to give you if you keep misbehaving!" she warned. A look of mild shock came across
Sherri's face at this, but she quickly smiled approvingly and gave me a slap of her own. And while I braced myself for more,
Miss Mona finished the treatment to my neck. It was now time to do my front torso.

I was laid down on the table, with Miss Tanya grabbing my ankles and Sherri taking a firm hold of my wrists. As Miss Mona
praised me for being "such a brave little girl," she applied the first dollop of wax to my chest. And as she yanked out the hair
with the cloth strip, I let out a yelp as my girlfriend and Miss Tanya did their best to hold me still.

"That does it, you're getting it now and I'm going to give it to you good!" Miss Tanya exclaimed. "Now if you want Miss Sherri
to keep on being your girlfriend, you'd better behave yourself," she continued. "No girl of mine is going to have a big baby for
a slave," she concluded. Resigned to my fate of further punishment, I closed my eyes tight, gritted my teeth and soldiered on
in silence as best I could, as Miss Mona meticulously removed the hair from my chest and belly.

With my front torso now waxed clean, I stood up for Miss Mona to do some quick "touch up" work on my back. Then I was
made to lean forward while my girlfriend pulled my briefs down just past my buttocks. Having watched and learned from her,
Miss Mona thought it appropriate for Sherri to apply the final round of treatment to the light tuft of hair at the bottom of my
back and to my peach fuzz covered cheeks. After all she quipped, "my ass was hers."

After Sherri waxed my bottom with great relish and glee, she reached over to hand me the bottle of lotion to soothe myself.
But Miss Tanya stopped her, saying that my sore bottom was in need of "another kind of soothing." As I obediently remained
leaning over the table, she reached into her bag and pulled out a riding crop for just such a contigency. And while Miss Mona
and Sherri stood and watched, Miss Tanya proceeded to "soothe" my already aching bottom in her own special way.

"That's what you get for being such a crybaby!" Miss Tanya admonished me with a good smack to each of my burning cheeks.
"Your ass belongs to Miss Sherri only because I say so, understand?" she continued with another pair of even harder smacks.
"Miss Sherri's my girl now, and what's hers is mine, including that cute little girly ass of yours!" she concluded with a dozen or
so more, increasingly forceful smacks.

Having Miss Tanya compliment my "cute little girly ass" gave me a thrill that allayed the pain and humiliation of receiving her
harsh punishment. I then obediently followed her command to pull up my briefs, and thank Miss Mona for her good work,
and apologize for being such a big baby. And in order to show her the respect due to her as a superior woman, I had to do
so on my knees, and ask permission to kiss her feet.

"Thank you Miss Mona, thank you for helping make me a girl," I uttered meekly. "And please accept my apology for making
such a fuss, and allow me the honor of kissing your feet in gratitude," I fairly pleaded as I looked up at the towering female
figure standing over me.

"You're quite welcome, Richard my dear," Miss Mona smiled down at me. "You were a brave little girl, seeing as this was
your first time, and I assure you it will go a lot easier the next time," she reassured me. "Still, Miss Tanya was quite right to
punish you just on general principle," she continued with a chuckle. "So yes, seeing as you're an obedient little girl, you may
may now kiss my feet," she concluded.

Miss Mona's dark red painted toenails accented the dark brown skin of her big yet beautifully formed feet, clad as they were
in a pair of flattering low-heeled sandals. At first I only kissed the leather straps, wishing not to be "too forward." But soon
I was bold enough to press my lips to the tops of her feet, then moved my way down to her lovely toes. A wave of ecstatic
bliss passed through me as I felt like I was worshiping at the feet of an African queen. I felt honored to be in her presence,
and truly thankful for being feminized at her hands.

"Oh yes Tanya, I can see he's going to be an excellent little girl for you and Miss Sherri," Miss Mona proclaimed as Sherri
and Miss Tanya stood at either side of her, and put their arms around her waist in a sisterly embrace. And as I continued
with my worship of Miss Mona's feet, the three of them commented approvingly of my devotion and submissive nature.

"Alright, that's enough of that," Miss Tanya asserted, judging that my devotion to Miss Mona's feet had gone on long enough.

"Yes, we don't Miss Sherri to become jealous now, do we?" Miss Mona concurred with a grin. "You know how much I love
taking cute little girly boys and make them my little pets!" she continued jokingly, sharing a knowing laugh with Miss Tanya.

After getting up off the floor, I was then ordered to prepare for the next phase of my makeover. I was given a pumice stone
and instructed to smooth down the callouses of my heels and balls of my feet, in preparation for my pedicure. As I sat back
upon the table and dutifully complied, the ladies conversed while choosing an appropriately colored nail polish. I was also told
to clip my toenails as close as possible and smooth them down, and was given a pair of clippers and emery board to complete
the task. It was decided that it would be best for Sherri to paint my toenails a bright reddish pink, while Miss Mona gave me
a manicure to match.

With my girlfriend attending to my feet, and Miss Mona painting my fingernails, Miss Tanya stood behind me and proceeded to
put my hair up in a tightly braided ponytail. She then decorated my new braid with a pink bows and ribbons. With these tasks
now finished, it was now time for makeup, and a change of clothes.

My transformation was nearing completion...