Eric Somers
Copyright© 2026 by R.P.A.M.
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - This story is based in the 'My Naked Life' universe. During high school and university, Eric went through some embarrassing and humiliating situations, but at the same time, those events also changed him and made him the person he is today. He discovers that he has some certain kinks that he wants to live by, and so he prepares his house so he can live the lifestyle he prefers. Eventually, he learns what he really is and embraces it fully.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Workplace DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Public Sex Nudism
A new me
In the morning, my body felt reset. My skin was much softer than yesterday, yet still firmer. It was a strange sensation, but I liked it.
Remembering that I needed to take another shower, I went to the bathroom and started washing my body.
While I rubbed my hands over my body, I couldn’t believe how smooth it felt. Whatever they had done yesterday, I loved the way my skin felt. After drying off, I got a huge shock. The towel I used was covered with hair—my hair.
In a panic, I ran to the sink and looked into the mirror above it. I was relieved to see that all my hair was still on my head. But then my eyes went down my body, and all my body hair was gone. Even my pubic hair was gone.
Was this why my skin felt so soft and smooth, because there was no hair on it anymore? It had to be. So this was the little secret they had kept from me. This sauna had been an installation to remove hair. Now I also understood why it had to be tied so tightly around my neck: if even a little steam got out, I might have lost the hair on my head.
I couldn’t help but stare at my new body. It was the same, and yet so different. Especially my groin area. It hadn’t looked this naked for a very long time.
The doorbell startled me when it went off. Who could this be? Was it Kathy already?
I walked down the stairs and saw green light streaming through the living room door, so whoever it was had pressed the green button. I opened the front door and saw Kathy standing there.
“Oh! Wow!” she said when she saw me. “It worked!”
“So, this is why I needed to go there yesterday?” I asked.
Kathy came inside, placed her hands on my chest, and slid them over my body. “So smooth,” she said.
“Let’s go to the living room,” I told her. “So, you can explain this to me.”
I noticed her biting her lower lip, and she looked a little unsure. She walked past me into the living room and sat on the large sofa after I closed the front door.
I was walking towards the little sofa when she said, “No, come stand in front of me.”
I stopped, looked at her, and then stood in front of her. She stared at my body, then started to rub all over it. She even lifted my penis so she could get a better view of my scrotum.
“Perfect,” she said. “I love it!”
“So, you wanted a hairless slave. Is that it?”
She looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Yes. This is my dream since I was sixteen. I love your body!”
“Okay, well, you could have asked if I wanted this!”
“Would you have done it, if I asked.”
“Of course,” I said with a smile. “You are my mistress, I will do anything for you!”
She surprised me by standing up, then kissed me full on the lips. I decided to kiss her back.
When we finally stopped kissing, she let go of me and sat down. “Sorry, that was inappropriate,” she said.
“Why? Can’t a mistress kiss her slave?”
“Not really,” she said, “Or, we should be in a relationship, like boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“That’s silly,” I told her. “A mistress can do whatever she wants. And if she wants to kiss her slave, she can.”
Kathy just smiled up at me and said, “Well, maybe this should be a new rule between us two then.”
“Fine with me.”
“Hmm, I still need to explain this to you,” she said. “Go sit over there, because you are too distracting at the moment.”
She explained that a new company had discovered a new way to remove body hair. The procedure had to be done with caution, but the first treatment was only temporary. If I wanted it permanently removed, I would need a second treatment after three months but before four months. If I didn’t get that second session, my body hair would start growing back after about four months. It was not something I had to decide right away, she said. I should see how people reacted to me now, and if I knew—and maybe liked it—we could return for the second treatment to make it permanent. I knew what Kathy wanted; it was very clear to me, but I wanted to see how people would react first. While I had to admit I liked how my skin felt now, I also wanted to see whether people would react strangely to a man without body hair. She agreed that we would only come back to this after three months.