A NEW LIFE
by Beady B.


Things were beautiful.  My wife Stacy had just won millions in the lottery and was on the
road on an all day trip to go pick up the check.  I had just called my workplace, told my 
boss off and quit my job.  I was young at just 24 years of age and I would never have to 
work a day in my life again.  I was lounging around the house in my t-shirt, sweat shorts, 
and socks and sneakers.  My wife's 19 year old sister, Jennifer had come to live with us 
for a few months during college because she was short on funds.  This was the only negative
because she was really into feminism and always nagging me because I made it a point to be
so controlling in my relationship with Stacy.  My wife, in her normal sister to sister
talks had let slip the fact that I made her perform oral sex on me from time to time,
although I wouldn't do it for her in return.  When Jennifer actually brought this up once,
I told her that it's a woman's job to please her husband, not the opposite.  Anyway, I told
her I believe I do plenty to be nice to Stacy.  I reward her for her sexual favors by
taking her out on dates more than the average husband.  From their talks, Jennifer had
heard everything about how my wife is to undress before I do and keep her pubic area shaved
to show her submissiveness as the weaker sex.  I never hear the end of it from Jennifer,
although I can tell she knows she a member of the weaker sex by the fact that she never 
does anything to stop me.  I believe she's too scared.  Her nagging had bugged the heck out
of me, but I was about to solve this problem in the most enjoyable way.  I would put 
Jennifer in her place once and for all.  She had awakened late this morning and had just 
gotten in the shower as I prepared my conquest and humiliation strategy.  Stacy worked part
time in a beauty salon and had an electrolysis wand for permanent hair removal stored in 
her drawer in the dresser.  Since Jennifer had given me such a hard time about the pubic
hair shaving that I 'enforced' on my wife, I decided to make Jen's pussy permanently bald.
I placed the electrolysis wand and a bottle of baby oil in the living room, grabbed some
rope and headed for the bathroom where Jen was showering.  I stopped by my bedroom and
grabbed my athletic cup which I then inserted into my underwear.  (You can never be too 
careful when messing with a girl.  I quietly opened the door and sneaked inside.  I waited 
until I heard the water stop.  When she reached out to grab her towel off the rack, I 
quickly grabbed her wrist.  She let out a frightened gasp as I yanked her, wet and naked, 
out of the shower.  I almost had a heart attack when I saw her nude body for the first 
time.  I always thought she was pretty, but she was even more gorgeous than I had imagined.
Her long, straight, light blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, clinging to her chest 
and back.  She had small, firm breasts with small tan areolas.  The nipples stood out over
half an inch at a slightly upward angle.  Her body looked like an aerobics instructor's... 
perfectly toned all over with an excellently rounded butt.  Her pussy was covered with fine
hair as light as the hair on her head.  I was so entranced by her beauty that she almost 
broke free of my grasp before I caught my composure.  I twisted her arm up behind her back 
and grabbed at her other arm.  She avoided me for a bit but was unable to escape as I 
pinned her against the wall using my body weight.  I finally got her other arm behind her
back with the other and proceeded in tying her wrists tightly together.  She began to cry
as I pushed her roughly to the living room, watching her cute butt jiggle slightly with each
forced step she took.  Once I got her in the middle of the room where I wanted her, we
stopped.  She tried to turn from me but I grabbed her shoulder and turned her body so that
I could see every luscious inch of the front of her body.  I told her it was time she
learned what it meant to be the weaker sex.  She stood still as I walked slowly around her,
admiring every view of her toned form.  When I got back to her front I stopped, stared
directly into her teary eyes and gave her a huge grin.  Without saying a word, I pointed
over to the end table, directing her gaze to where the electrolysis wand and baby oil were
waiting.  Her eyes got a bit wider, showing some panic I believe, when through her tears 
she saw what I had in store for her.  She began shivering.  Whether it was from fear or
from being cold I didn't know, nor did I care.  I was having too much fun.  I chuckled at
her and reached forward, lightly flicking a squeezing her small breasts.  All of a sudden, 
she kicked her foot up sharply, directly into my groin.  Her face immediately showed a
mixed look of surprise and pain and she yelped loudly as her foot smacked against the hard 
plastic of my protective cup.  I stepped back for a second to regain my composure.  I had
expected this attack but had been so engrossed that I hadn't expected it when it came.  
Jen hopped back on her good foot, crying all the more now, and placed her hurt foot against
the back of her other leg, rubbing it in an attempt to ease the pain.  I laughed out loud
and stepped toward her.  I slapped her face, telling her what a stupid move she'd just
made.  I grabbed her breasts and shoved her backward, forcing her to lose her balance and
sprawl backward onto the couch.  As she landed on her back her legs shot into the air,
giving me a perfect look at her entire pussy.  I immediately became aware of the throbbing
of my penis against the inside of my cup as I took in the view.  Her pussy was nicely
trimmed down to her clitoris, then completely shaved around her lips and on back.  Her lips
had slightly parted when her legs flew up, just inviting me to fuck her.  I laughed again
at her predicament and reached for one of her ankles, getting ready to spread her legs and
tie them to something so I could get on with removing her pubic hair.  As I grasped it in
my hand, Jen tugged her leg sharply back towards her, pulling me off balance.  As I
stumbled toward her, she shot her other leg out at me as hard as she could, catching me
square in the solar plexus with her heel.  All the air left me at once.  The pain was
immense, as I almost passed out.  All I could do was grab my stomach with both hands as I
turned from her and dropped to my knees.  I could hear Jennifer quickly stand up behind me
as I fell.  She called me a bastard and began to run out of the room.  All of a sudden, she
stopped, turned around, and walked back toward me, now with a grin on her tear-streaked
face.  I couldn't move, my own eyes now brimming with tears from the pain I felt and the
fact that I couldn't breathe.  I tried to keep track of her but she walked directly behind
me.  Then I felt her foot on my upper back.  At first I wasn't sure what she was doing, 
then I felt her toes curling tightly around the collar of my t-shirt.  With one quick yank,
she tore the shirt from my body with her powerful leg.  I tried to will myself to my feet
but the pain was still too much.  She stepped on my right calf and used her other foot to
push the heel of my shoe off my heel, then completely off my foot.  She quickly removed my
other shoe the same way.  By then I was able to get my hands back down in front of me and
I began to slowly push myself back to my feet.  Jennifer was too quick for me though.  She
darted to my side and kicked me not once, but twice in my stomach again, making me at least
as helpless as I was before.  The side of my face fell to the floor, supporting my upper
body weight as my hands returned to my injured stomach.  The next thing I knew, I was
seeing my socks fly, one by one, into the corner of the room as she removed them, once
again using her feet.  Then I felt her toes begin to curl around the elastic waistband of
my shorts.  I began to curse at her and threaten her, hoping to dissuade her from going any
further, but I was beyond any hope of scaring her now.  She wielded the power at this point
and she knew it.  I tried to reach around and grab her foot with my hand but it was no use.
She jerked my shorts down to my knees, followed by my underwear.  My cup stuck against my
skin for a split second, then peeled away and dropped to the floor between my legs.  Jen
then took her foot and, placing it in the middle of my buttocks, shoved me forward, making
me sprawl onto my stomach and smashing my penis between the floor and my pelvic bone.  At 
this point, I began to beg her not to continue as I was utterly humiliated.  I have never
let any female besides my wife ever see me naked and here I was being stripped by a 19 year
old against my will.  What was more mortifying was the fact that I have two traits about my
genitals that have always been an embarrassment to me.  My penis is smaller than the
average male's.  In fact, it is only just over 4 inches long when erect.  The other trait I
am embarrassed by is the fact that I am uncircumcised, which is uncommon in the area where
I live and I have been teased about it by other guys most of my life.  I felt her once
again grasp my shorts and underwear with her toes.  I tried to spread my legs to stop her
from removing them any more but she had knocked the fight out of me.  The only thing that
made it less easy for her to remove my shorts and underwear was the fact that she was about
to fall over giggling.  Never the less, she completed the process of removing every last 
stitch of clothing from my body.  I once again began to get up, but Jennifer shoved me back
down with her foot and quickly sat on the floor between my legs with her back to me.  
Before I realized what was happening, she wedged her still-tied hands up between my thighs
and grabbed my testicles by the base of my scrotum.  I screamed as she violently squeezed
and yanked on them.  She let up and ordered me to untie her wrists or she would rip my 
balls off.  When I hesitated, trying to think of any way out, she began to squeeze again.
I started crying and quickly shouting that I would do it.  She let up again and this time I
immediately put my hands back and began to work on the knots that held her wrists together.
When I finished untying her, she began to stand up.  I took this opportunity to shoot to my
feet and face her.  I was going to show this bitch that she couldn't do this kind of thing
to me.  She turned toward me and took a step back, surprised that I had gotten up so 
quickly.  Our eyes met as we faced off.  I realized that my hand was covering my genitals
but Jennifer stood in a fighting stance, hands out at her side, displaying her beautiful
body, completely unashamed.  I tried to show confidence and pulled my hand away, ready to
fight her.  My penis again rose to full erection, bobbing up and down to the beat of my
heart.  Jen giggled but her eyes kept the angry, or was it determined, look to them.  I
lost my composure and went to cover my erection again.  Jen took full advantage and lurched
at me instantly, her hand wrapping around the front of my throat, pushing me backwards into
the wall.  I threw my hands back to catch myself.  I slammed into the wall with my arms at
my side and I threw my feet apart to keep from falling.  Jen threw her open palm up between
my legs and once again finding my already tender balls.  It smacked into them, sending
another wave of pain through my body, but she wasn't through.  She once again gripped them
between her fingers and began to squeeze.  I immediately began to beg her to stop but my
pleas fell on deaf ears.  She stared into my tear filled eyes and slowly began to increase
the pressure on my testicles.  I began to make intermittent whimpering and groaning noises
as my legs started to give out and I slowly sank down the wall.  As I sank, Jennifer
squatted along with me until my butt hit the floor.  My legs were flat on the floor, spread
around Jen's feet.  She was in a full squat now, on the balls of her feet.  Her knees were
spread wide, giving me full view of her pussy lips.  And although the pain in my balls
was intense, my penis was still as erect as ever, bobbing up and down as though it were
nodding its approval of her treatment of me.  Tears were pouring down my cheeks, dripping
onto my chest and running down into my pubic hair.  I began to wretch, as though I were
going to throw up.  My vision began to fade.  I was on the verge of passing out.  I had no
fight left in me now, and Jen knew it.  She rose and stood over me grinning.  I looked up
at her as if I were a helpless child.  I just sat there crying, legs spread, making no 
attempt to do anything.  Jennifer reached down and grabbed a handful of hair on the top of
my head.  She pulled me toward the center of the room and I got to my hands and knees to
crawl there, unable to stand yet.  As I crawled I had to keep my knees spread to avoid my
thighs brushing against my balls, which were still extremely tender.  She let go of my hair
and stood beside me.  She asked if I was ready to worship her, a 19 year old girl, as a
representative of the entire female population.  I hesitated, not knowing how to respond to
something I didn't agree with but knowing I had no options.  She reached down and this
time, gently cupped her fingers around my scrotum.  She asked again if I was ready to
worship her.  I nodded vigorously and begged her not to squeeze.  She called me a good boy
and pushed me gently down onto my stomach.  I grunted as my erect penis, making contact 
with the floor, was painfully forced out between my legs and into plain sight.  At the same
time, the foreskin was pulled back just a bit so that the head poked into view.  Once again
Jennifer giggled at my helpless state.  She grabbed the rope and, lifting my arms over my
head, tied my wrists tightly to the leg of our couch.  She left the room for a moment, then
returned with more rope.  She spread my legs as wide as they could comfortably be spread,
and tied each ankle to part of the stair rail grating on the opposite side of the room.
I watched her walk across the room from behind as she went to pick up the electrolysis
wand.  I knew she was still the same person as before, but she looked bigger now... more
powerful.  I actually got goosebumps as I realized I feared her.  At the same time, I
realized I had held an erection longer than ever before, and it wasn't going away.  The
throbbing was stronger than ever.  Jennifer returned with the wand.  I once again began to
beg her to stop.  Then, surprisingly, she did stop.  She set the wand on the couch and left
the room.  She came back with a pair of her white cotton panties.  She squatted directly in
front of my face, so close I could smell her.  I wanted her so bad.  She smiled at me, in
an almost sympathetic way, as if she knew my thoughts.  She slowly, deliberately placed the
panties against my lips and pushed them into my mouth until they were completely balled up
inside it.  She told me to keep them there and to stop talking.  I complied.  She picked up
the wand once again and began removing the hair on my arms.  The process lasted a long
time.  When she finished with my arms, she did the back of my legs and my buttocks.  She
took a break and got us both a glass of water, which she held to my lips so I could drink.
She then walked over and stepped between my legs.  She paused there as I tried to turn my
head enough to see what she was doing.  All of a sudden, she took her bare foot and stomped
on my testicles.  My whole body tensed as my arms and legs yanked involuntarily against the
ropes that held them.  I made a noise that could only be described as a squeak.  Jen
actually hadn't stomped extremely hard, but with my balls already tender and the
unexpectedness of the kick, I almost passed out again.  She immediately apologized as she
started to untie me.  She said it was a necessary thing for her to do to remind me who was
in control and to make sure I didn't get any ideas when she untied me to roll me on my
back.  Believe me, I didn't try anything.  When she untied my hands, they immediately went
to cup my aching balls and stayed there until she untied my feet and rolled me onto my
back.  My hands would have stayed there longer, but she gently pulled them up over my head
and retied them to the couch.  As Jennifer retied each of my ankles, I watched her every
movement, marveling at the exquisite movements and curves of her still naked body.  She
knew what she was doing to me and made every attempt to give me glimpses of her from every
angle.  I had never seen my penis so erect.  It was so engorged.  It was so embarrassing to
me for my small penis to be displayed this way.  I would never have admitted that Jennifer 
had this kind of sexual control over me, but I didn't have a choice.  My penis now did all
the talking for me, against my will.  The knowing smile never left Jen's face as she moved
back up to complete her task.  I've never had much upper body hair so she double checked my
arms to make sure they were done then began removing the hair from the front of my legs.
When she finished with my legs, she looked at me and made eye contact.  My eyes
followed hers as she silently looked down at her still hairy pussy.  She pointed at her
pubic hair, then at mine, then made eye contact again and waved her fingers as if to say
goodbye to my hair forever.  I said nothing with her underwear still planted firmly in my
mouth, but my eyes pleaded with her for mercy.  She just grinned the biggest grin I've ever
seen on her face and went to work.  The shocks from the wand were far stronger when used on
the tender skin above my penis and even worse on my scrotum.  My stomach muscles contracted
and spasmed with each shock, and even worse, my penis would tense sharply, shooting up and
slapping against my stomach.  Jen couldn't help but laugh as tears again poured down my 
cheeks.  Not from pain this time, but from humiliation.  After what seemed like hours, she 
was finished.  She stood over me and admired her handiwork.  Her eyes scanned up and down 
my entire body, spread before her, as helpless AND hairless as the day I was born.  I would 
never have body hair again.  Jennifer picked up the bottle of baby oil and poured it over
me.  She rubbed it over my body, avoiding my genitals, until I was completely covered.
Seeing how erect I was, she didn't want to give me the satisfaction of any sexual release.
Instead, she poured a liberal amount of oil over my penis and scrotum until they were
covered, the excess oil pooling under me on the floor.  She then proceeded to rub oil all
over herself, her toned muscles glistening in the light.  When she was covered in oil, she
set the bottle down and once again squatted by my face.  She pulled the panties slowly out
of my mouth.  As I started to speak she shushed me.  I obeyed without hesitation.  I was
learning.  She leaned down and kissed me, putting her wet tongue inside my dry mouth and
lubricating it.  She pulled out and ran her tongue over my parched lips, wetting them to.
Then she stood and placed a foot on each side of my head, facing my feet.  She then
painstakingly crouched lower and lower until finally my face made contact with her.  My
nose pressed against her freshly oiled anus as my lips made contact with her labia.  It was
a perfect fit.  It was then I was convinced, no matter what I believed before, that this
was the way it was supposed to be.  It wasn't whether I wanted or didn't want to be under
this (or any) woman.  It was just meant to be this way.  Jennifer began to thrust her hips,
ever so slightly, rubbing herself against my face.  I had no choice anymore.  Everything
suddenly became instinct.  My tongue came out of my mouth and slid between her pussy lips.
She was so wet.  This was not baby oil.  Her pussy gave off a lightly musky scent that had
me hypnotized.  She moaned loudly as she used my face and tongue for her pleasure.  She
moved up and down my face, concentrating mostly on my tongue as came closer and closer to
climax.  I was engulfed in her juices and didn't care.  The thing I said I would never do
was all that matter to me now.  Jennifer's pleasure was my survival as far as I was
concerned.  If I pleased her, I would not be punished.  She began moving faster and faster,
her moans becoming louder and more frequent.  Suddenly Jennifer's body tensed and she threw
her head back.  She let out a mix between a grunt and a scream.  Her clitoris pressed 
firmly between my upper lip and my tongue as her pussy lips slid down over my nose.  She 
remained tensed for a few seconds and then her whole body began shaking, almost its full 
weight on my face.  She was breathing roughly... kind of a heavy panting.  As her orgasm 
subsided she remained seated on my face.  At this point, I realized my penis was reacting 
to all that had just occurred.  It was actually twitching violently on its own... so much
so that it was slapping against my stomach.  Jen heard the sound and looked sound to see
what it was.  She laughed and stood up quickly and began to untie my legs.  She said she
had never seen a male unable to control himself sexually when he hadn't even had any
direct, prolonged stimulation.  She finished untying my legs then grabbed a cushion from
the couch and placed it under my head, lifting it.  I looked at her as if to ask what she
was doing.  She responded by telling me I'd see.  She knew my thoughts all too well.  Jen
quickly lifted my legs and pushed them back so that my knees came to my chest.  I realized
what she was doing as my twitching penis was aimed directly at my face.  I tried to do
anything to stop this final humiliation.  I tried to think of non-sexy things but Jennifer
had destroyed my will.  All I could think of was her gorgeous body, her pussy planted
against my mouth, her smell, the sexy noises she made when she orgasmed.  It was no use.
I was overcome.  My penis twitched one last time and tensed, hot semen shot out, landing
first on my lips, then my nose and eyes.  I had never felt anything so powerful as this.
My penis continued to spurt semen for what seemed like 3 minutes.  All the while I could
hear Jennifer's sexy, excited giggles.  When my climax finally died down my face was
covered in my come.  Jennifer stood and went to the bathroom, then came back with a
washcloth that she used to wipe off my face, chest and crotch.  She touched my lips, then
traced her finger over my chin, down my neck, chest and belly, then began running it
lightly over my scrotum.  She asked me who I now believed the weaker sex to be... male or
female.  I looked up into her eyes and without hesitation told her that I, as a male, was
the weaker sex.  I didn't lie to avoid punishment... I now knew it to be true.  Jennifer
had proven it to me.  She untied my arms and let me use the restroom and take a shower.
When I was finished, I reported back to her in the living room as she had asked me to.  I
stood still with my legs slightly spread as she once again covered me in baby oil.  She
then told me to lie on my back on the floor.  I did.  She tied me again to the couch and
the stair rail grating.  She told me I could take a nap if I wanted.  I was exhausted from 
the days events and it didn't take long to fall asleep.  When I awoke, my beautiful wife 
was standing over me with an evil grin.  Jennifer was beside her.  Both were wearing only 
panties.  I knew I was in for trouble, but it didn't matter.  My penis quickly rose to 
greet their arrival, as if in salute to their superiority.  Jennifer told me that she'd 
told Stacy about our day together.  Stacy laughed and reached down toward my balls.  She
was going to enjoy her new, improved husband.