The Beauty Spa

Part 2 - A day of humiliation.

The six weeks since my waxing appointment, [See part 1] passed very slowly. I'd gone a similar length of time using time-lock software and combination locks before, but this felt inflicted on me by someone else. Many times, I went through the whole waxing experience in my head, mulling it over. One conclusion I came to was that the conversation between Mistress Fox and Nikki had been longer than I imagined it would be.

It was a very frustrating time, I even purchased a dildo to try to get some relief, even going as far as trying to tape a knitting needle to the dildo and slide it into the tube for some relief. Ultimately it was hopeless. By the time the six weeks was up - I was fit to burst, I'd actually been belted for over seven weeks given the time for me to send the keys and make the appointment, and part way through that period I'd been unlocked, waxed - then cruelly belted back up amidst my protestations, then sent on my way.

At the end of the six weeks, the frustration was so great, I decided that; despite the exciting experience, I wasn't willing to undergo this torture again and Nikki and Kyra had heard the last of me.

When the date came that the keys should have arrived, I didn't pay much attention, maybe they'd ran over a day? Or the post had been delayed? It didn't matter, I'd managed 7 weeks - I could cope with an extra day or two. Of course a week later, still no keys, every morning I'd woken up in anticipation, waited for the postman to knock, but nothing...

I hung on for a couple more days, then decided I couldn't stand it any longer. I rang up the Spa, and managed to get through to Nikki, "Hi, it's erm, Perry here - I... " She cut me off, "Your cheque bounced so we're keeping your keys as a deposit until you're bill is settled." I couldn't understand this, I'd had no money issues and as far as I'd been aware the money had gone through, "Look, can you hang on while I check my statements? There must be some... " She cut me off again, "Sorry hun, we're really busy - call back tomorrow okay? Bye!" and she put the phone down.

I tried to remain calm, I went through my statements - yes, the money had gone through fine! So what was going on? I tried to call back - but nobody would put me through to Nikki, all insisting she was too busy to take calls for the rest of the day. I thought about driving down there and then, but something told me not to, I could wait a day, I'd waited 8 weeks by this point!

The next day I rang straight after opening time and Nikki answered, as soon as I knew it was her I blurted out, "Look, I've been through my bank statement, and the money went through, I've paid! Now can you please send my keys!"

The phone went silent for a moment, when she eventually spoke she sounded seriously pissed off, "So you're calling me a liar are you? And whose keys? I was under the impression those keys were your mistresses keys? Why isn't she calling?" At that point my heart sank, I was rumbled, I had to be - I thought about spilling the beans and telling the whole story to her - surely she'd have some sympathy? "Okay, look, I'm not calling you a liar, erm, slip of the tongue - my mistresses key's she wants them sent back."

Nikki sighed deeply down the phone, "Look, we're really busy this week, and next. As far as I'm concerned we've not been paid. Your 'mistress' keys are our deposit even if you send me the full payment amount, with the extra for admin charges we're slapping on for forcing me to chase payment, I can't send them for at lease another fortnight - I just don't have time to go and organise a recorded delivery."

My heart sank, I pleaded with her, "Please, my mistress really wants her keys back - isn't there anything you can do?"

She paused for a moment, "I'm surprised she's so keen, seeing as she can't even be bothered to ring herself! Alright, on Friday, we've got a training day, you can help speed things up by popping in to help out. We've got a lot of new staff to train and you could speed things up, maybe free up some time for me to nip to the post office? But if you come in, you do as I ask all day, no questions asked or I destroy the keys - I haven't got time to mess about! And I'm not guaranteeing they'll be sent that day either!"

I didn't work Fridays, so I was available - what could she ask? I stammered into the phone, "Alright, that's fine, I'll be there at opening time." She spoke sternly back to me, "No you'll be here at 7 am, we're starting training early that day because there's so much to do. I'll see you then."

With that she put the phone down. I suspected something was up, she seemed to know more than I wanted her to... Had I dropped myself in it referring to them as my keys? It was possible. Friday was a couple of days away, so I had to endure for a couple more days. It was a long way from my house so I went to bed early on Thursday night and set out before 5:45 am the next day to ensure I was early.

I figured I'd be making cups of tea and running fetch/clean/tidy-up for the staff, so I dressed in reasonably smart, but casual practical clothes.

When I got there Nikki and Kyra greeted me again, and a part of me felt like grabbing Nikki and forcing her to give me the keys. The trouble was I didn't even know where they were, and part of me was being manipulated by the effects of being effectively 'belted' by her for so long. This result was a feeling of submissiveness, a desire to please her with almost simpering willingness. They were already dressed in their uniforms and appeared to be doing some paperwork when I got there.

When I arrived Nikki looked at the clock on the wall, it read 7:06 am, she raised an eyebrow suggestively, "Finally you're here... I was beginning to think you wanted those keys destroyed after all... Oh well seeing as you're here, Kyra - get him ready."

I looked puzzled at this, "I thought I'd be..." Nikki smiled wickedly at me, "You needn't have thought anything - just make sure you're obedient to all the staff all day, and today will fly by - you might even enjoy it."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Kyra pinched my lips closed, "Shhh, come... " She led me into a treatment, room, a different one than before. It was all white tiles and clinical. There were three young girls, looked early twenties or late teens waiting there. Clearly these were the staff, their uniforms were the opposite of Nikki and Kyra's, Satin, hot pink mini-dresses with black piping, with the neck finishing in the style typical of beauty salons.

Kyra stepped in front of me, "Sorry we're late, are you all ready to start?" There were murmurs of agreement, and Kyra turned to me, "Okay chastity boy - strip." I opened my mouth to protest, amidst chuckles from the line of young girls, but remembering Nikki's words I just asked timidly, "What are you going to do to me?" Kyra folded her arms smiling, "I need to go through how to apply a mud-wrap with these girls, and the longer you stand there in your clothes the less likely Nikki is to worry about your keys."

The girls in a line were chuckling at this, one even going a shade pink. I didn't feel like I had a choice though, I stripped down to my metal underwear, and shuddered at the gasps of astonishment as the steel front shield was revealed to them. Kyra, rolled her eyes at her students, "We haven't got time to stare at his strange fetish - alright chastity boy - up on the table."

Meekly I obeyed, and Kyra began wrapping me tightly in mud and eventually cling film, talking the students through what she was doing, occasionally allowing them to have a turn. As she was finishing, she accidentally knocked the large tub of mud over onto the floor - it landed squarely onto my neatly folded up pile of clothes. I gasped in horror realising it had happened and tried to sit up to see what the damage was - but she'd wrapped me so tightly, I could hardly breath, let alone move. I wriggled about trying to see, but Kyra pushed me firmly back onto the table, "I'm afraid not honey, you're there for at least a couple of hours - you're clothes are probably ruined, I can get someone to try and wash them for you later if there's time. We'll get you a gown in the mean time."

Sure enough when one of the girls picked them up and put them in a plastic basket I could see the damage. Incapacitated, humiliated I tried to lie back and relax while Kyra talked through the wrap again to her students, including how long they'd normally leave the customer like this. Then I was unwrapped, showered off, and wrapped again - this time by the three students and with Kyra observing and supervising. Of course all three couldn't help themselves from having a feel of the belt. Eventually I was showered off properly and given a hot pink, satin gown to wear.

The girls filed out and Kyra looked at her watch, "You'd better get a move on - Nikki was expecting you five minutes ago - room 3."

I headed in the direction she pointed, awkwardly trying to keep the silky, feminine garment from flapping about too much and retaining some slither of dignity. When I got to the appointed room, Nikki was waiting with two girls, she thrust a bundle of clothes at me, as I approached, "Here, I heard your clothes were ruined so I've managed to get something for you to wear organised - get dressed quickly, we're running late. At this rate I won't have time to mail those keys."

I looked at the clothes, clean and freshly laundered, there was feminine underwear, stockings, and one of the satin hot pink uniform dresses. I opened my mouth to protest, but Nikki held a finger to her lips, "Shhh, there's nothing else for you to wear, question me one more time and those keys will be gone forever."

Meekly I pulled the girly, satin knickers on, the frills tickling my waist and thighs. As I did this I realised there was a suspender belt with silk stockings, and a pair of high heels. I thought about protesting, but I didn't dare risk it - one day of humiliation and I could get back to my normal life. I fumbled around trying too get attired properly - but failing and one of the girls having to come and help me sort out my suspenders and bra, Nikki tapping her foot and checking her watch impatiently.

Eventually I was dressed, Nikki rolled her eyes at me, "At last, we can start - now, in the chair, we're doing wedding make-up now." The two girls giggled and as I sat down another satin salon gown was thrown over and tightened around my neck. Sat in front of a large vanity mirror, I could feel the heat of the lamps, making me feel even more uncomfortable. Nikki stood eyeing me critically. Eventually she shook her head, "No this won't do - it won't be right without a wig, Jenny, fetch that long bob, auburn wig and some clips."

Soon it was being fastened on securely, I had to say something, "Look, this has gone far enough! Let me go and give me my keys back!" Nikki tutted softly, "Your keys now are they? We'll have words about that later missy. What harm is a little make-up going to do you? Don't be such a baby!"

I opened my mouth to complain again and she pinched my lips shut, "Oh no you don't, you don't want those keys destroyed do you? Look seeing as you've been good and helped us out - I'll get you a cup of tea made. Don't be such a whiner, so far all you've had to endure is things paying customers would have had done anyway."

How she put it, it was hard to argue, so I sat back while Nikki gave a long lesson on the art of wedding make-up. It was an intense lesson, with layers and layers of foundation and other makeup, eyebrows plucked, false eyelashes glued on, lipstick, rouge... She did a good job, I was almost disgusted at how feminine I looked. One of the girls raised her hand like a school girl, "She looks great, but... I don't know something is missing." Nikki stood with her back to the mirror looking at me with her critical eye. Eventually she nodded, "Earrings, Jenny, fetch the piercing trolley." I started trying to get up, "Hey, I didn't agree to... " Nikki shushed me again, "Yes you did - anything I asked of you! Besides what are you afraid of? We get dozens of fourteen year old girls in here queuing up for it - a big strong man *chuckle * well lady now... Like you? If you take the studs out and leave it long enough they'll heal back anyway. Any more of these babyish complaints and I'll melt those keys down."

I sighed, and waited awkwardly, with a sense of dread. Eventually Jenny returned with a trolley, and Nikki gave a lesson in ear piercing. It was painful and I was left with two dainty diamond studs in my ear-lobes. Nikki now satisfied with her work, proceeded to clean my face off again and offer the girls a chance to re-create her work and the process started again. Occasionally Nikki would correct them, or re-do parts several times, all the while, me sitting in the chair staring at myself being re-feminized. At the end of the second run through, the student who I now knew was Jenny raised her hand again, "Can we try the piercing machine?" Nikki smiled, "Sure, we can do a second stud in each ear - there's enough ears for one more go each. I groaned at this, but didn't dare voice a complaint. Jenny went first, under Nikki's supervision she added a gold stud just under the diamond one, her colleague followed. After which Nikki pulled the gown off, "Come on - up you get, you're going to be late for Kyra." I stammered, "Aren't you going to clean this stuff off me?" She shrugged, "Sorry missy, no time! Besides it'll be good for Kyra to see how well Jenny and Louise are getting on - now run along - you're needed in the nail bar."

All the while my member had been throbbing in the belt. I almost felt like if I'd been able to breath on it - I would have climaxed, but alas no access, and now hobbling through the salon to the nail bar on high heels, my stride constricted by the tight dress. When I got there Kyra was waiting, when she saw me she smiled, "My, my, what a good job they've done on you! I'm really impressed! We are running out of time though so if you could sit down opposite and show me your nails."

Somewhat defeated now, I sat down opposite Kyra and her student and presented my nails. She started giving me a thorough manicure, explaining everything as she went. She did my left hand, and finished by applying some glue and some ridiculously long false nails and painting them. Her student then started on the right hand... While she was working she chatted to Kyra, Kyra gave her some tips, pointers and corrections. The student asked how long the glue would last for, Kyra told her this was the strongest grade and false nails would last several weeks - to which I groaned.

Once my hands were finished Kyra pointed at a reclined chair with a large foot rest. "Okay sweetie, up you get, stocking and shoes off and park yourself on there - pedicure time."

Embarrassingly I removed the stockings and shoes and sat down resting back. Immediately they began, after a while I could feel cotton wool being shoved between my toes. Kyra doing one foot, with her student doing the other. When I looked down my toe nails were painted cherry red to match my over-sized cherry red nails. down my toe nails were painted cherry red to match my over-sized cherry red

Once they'd dried Kyra ordered my into my stockings and shoes again. As I left the room I noticed it was dark outside. Where had the day gone? I'd been pampered, preened, decorated and then re-done all day, the only grace being the occasional cup of tea which tasted a little funny, while I was being worked on. It had been tiring, and frustrating. At the end of the day I desperately wanted the belt off and to go home. I hobbled into Nikki's office, almost in tears, she chuckled at me as I hobbled in, she already had her coat on and her keys in her hand, she spoke first, "Haven't you seen the time? I can't be doing anything about your keys now! Thanks for today though - you've been a big help. Get yourself home, have a rest and we'll talk about those keys after the weekend."

I hobbled after her, feeling awkward in my dress and high heels, struggling to keep up. I ended shouting after her, "Wait! I can't go home like this!" She waited until I left the building, then locked up after me, "Sorry hun, not my problem - it's too late to do anything about it now - you'll just have to! Oh by the way, be careful not to damage the false nails. I need them back when they come off - they should come loose in about three weeks. Oh, and I have to charge you for your studs - hygiene!" I shouted after her as she opened her car door, "What about my clothes?" She chuckled at this and paused to hand me a little plastic bag with my wallet and keys in it, "You're clothes were ruined - I've had them thrown away."

With that she span on her heel, jumped in her car and was gone. I stood alone in the car park, feeling ridiculous, desperately hoping nobody could see me. Eventually I realised it was futile, I climbed into my car - realised I couldn't drive in high heels and took them off. Every tiny operation, removing the shoes, turning the ignition key, turning on the stereo, setting the wipers, winding the window down - everything was awkward, with my ridiculously long false nails getting in the way. I wanted to rip them off, but she'd warned me not to... Would she charge me? How much were they worth seventy pounds? More? Less? Or was it another threat to damage or 'lose' the keys to my ever more frustrating chastity belt?

Eventually I made it home, tired and frustrated, dressed up like a pretty girl in my salon uniform. Even getting undressed was difficult with the long nails. I undressed myself back in my house, and started trying to remove the make-up. Everything they'd used seemed to be intended to be semi-permanent. I managed to scrub most of the lipstick and make-up off. But the false nails were stuck fast, as were the false eye-lashes, and they'd done something with the studs to keep them from coming out. I presumed there was some mechanism to stop them coming loose - which I couldn't fathom without being able to see properly... That I'd have to go back to get them removed - or use wire cutters or something.

I went to sleep determined to remove the belt by force tomorrow. After a restless night, with several painful failed erections I woke up early. I dressed and went straight to the shed to look for tools. I brought wire snips, bolt cutters, a hacksaw, a dremmel and an angle grinder. The entire morning was spent trying to remove the belt. It was so fitted that nothing would slide behind it, the hacksaw and dremmel hardly scratched it, and as soon as the angle-grinder started to cut, it heat the belt up to unbearable temperatures and I spent a long time trying to cool the belt down with cold water.

Having failed I turned my attention to the lock, it was an embedded, high security lock. I tried various bent pins, paperclips and thin blades to try to jimmy it - no luck. By the afternoon I was seeing a locksmith, he was highly amused by the whole situation but said there was nothing he could do. I rang neo steel asking for spare keys, but they said they couldn't help.

By Saturday afternoon I'd spent a day, a whole day trying cut or pick the belt off with no sign of success. I decided to come clean to Nikki, it seemed the only way forward. I phoned the spa on Sunday - no answer... Another weekend belted with no hope of release!

I tried again, any possible method to get a tiny bit of stimulation... Nothing... A breath could have climaxed me... If not for this infernal belt! Another restless night resulted. As soon as opening hours at the Salon on Monday I rang hoping to speak to Nikki, I couldn't have gone into work anyway with my false nails and eyelashes on show...

[ Story Continues in Part 3 ]
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