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Submissive Man Spanked After Work

On weekdays this submissive male is spanked by his dominant girlfriend (or Mistress Wife) as soon as he comes home from work. This restores him to the mindset that the woman is always the superior.

Submissive Male Spanked After Work

Chastity Mistress: One Year Without Orgasms

Chastity Mistress Wanda

Chastity Mistress Art

I guess the best place to start is at the beginning. I am a successful attorney and have worked very hard to become the youngest partner at my firm. With all my success I still could not find someone to share it with. It is not from lack of trying. I have been setup on dates by friends, co-workers, ex-girlfriends, and even the woman at the local bakery but none had panned out. I was at my wit’s end. Was there no one out there for me?

The phone rang and I recognized the voice immediately. It was Vanessa. Vanessa and I became friends in High School. She was the “gossiper” of the group. She knew everything about everyone. She also considered herself a matchmaker. A few years back she introduced my best friend Hiram to Maitresse. They hit it off instantly and were married six months later. Since then Vanessa has professed herself as matchmaker extraordinaire. “So still an eligible bachelor I hear” she said teasingly. “Vanessa, what happened to all the bright, attractive, personable woman? Are they all taken?” I heard Vanessa giggle on the other end of the phone. “Well Chace it’s funny you asked because I am calling to ask if you would like to go out on a blind date with my girlfriend Wanda. When I heard she was single you we’re the first person I thought of. She is intelligent, beautiful, and extremely personable. I think she is your perfect match.” “What do you think?” she added. With a little hesitation I agreed to meet her.

It was almost 8:00 PM and I was running a little late. I didn’t want to show up late to my first date, what a bad impression that makes. I pulled into her driveway exactly at 8:00. Perfect timing I thought to myself. I was a little apprehensive as I walked to the door. Blind dates, you just never know what you are going to find on the other side of that door. To my surprise, the door opened before I could knock and standing in the doorway was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don’t get me wrong; I have seen beautiful women in my time, but wow! She was a 10+. I muttered something incoherent to her before I caught myself and repeated what I tried to say the first time. “Hello, you must be Wanda.” Wanda replied “Yes, and you must be Chace Vanessa told me so much about.” She asked, “So Chace, what do you have in mind for this evening?” I have been on numerous dates and have learned a lot about first dates. I told her that I have made reservations at Roma Roma the new Italian Bistro that just opened in town. This was no ordinary Italian restaurant but a 5 star, 3 month waiting list, need to know someone restaurant. I knew this would be a great way to start the date.

To my surprise, she replied, “That is so special but would mind if we went for Mexican instead?”

She caught me by complete surprise and without a second thought I agreed. I didn’t know it then but she was already starting her game that would eventually lead to my downfall.

We ate and talked for what seemed like hours. She was fantastic. I was falling for her hard. Kelly picked a winner, I thought to myself.

While we stood at the entrance of the restaurant waiting for the valet to bring my car around she whispered “Do you find me attractive?” I replied without thought “YES” she giggled as I realized I shouted my answer out loud. “Would you like to make love to me tonight?” “Yes” I said but not as loud as before. “Would you be willing to play a game of mine that really turns me on?” “Yes” “then take me home, stud”, she stated.

I made it back to her house in no time. She was rubbing my thigh in the car and I was getting aroused, aroused? Bad word, horny as hell was more like it. “Is that lump in your pants for me?” Wanda asked with a smirk.

Come on Chace, I can’t wait to start our little game.

I took a seat on the couch and Wanda started to explain he game. “The game is called “shut the box”. You win when you shut the box. To shut the box we each take turns throwing the dice, the first person to close all the numbers 2-12 wins. But, here’s the catch. If you lose, you must agree to do anything I ask for the rest of the evening, and I mean anything. If you win I will do anything for you.” “Agreed?” she asked. “Yes, agreed I replied”.

The lasted less then five minutes and I was now her prize.

“Chace, this is going to be a learning experience you will never forget.” Giggling, she walked into what I now know was her bedroom. From the bedroom she said, “Since you lost and agreed to do anything I say for the rest of the evening, I want you to remove all your cloths, get into your birthday suit and kneel on the floor in front of the couch and wait for me. Do you understand?” “Yes” I said, “I understand”. Not knowing why, I found myself removing my clothing. I have never done anything like this in my life yet I wanted to see where this was leading.

I was kneeling for less then a minute when I noticed her walking toward me. She was wearing a skintight leather bra, and the tightest leather shorts I have ever seen. She let her hair down, long black hair that conformed perfectly to her curvaceous body. She looked, well HOT!

“Have you ever had a woman tell you what to do before?” “No”. “Have you ever fantasized about serving a woman?” “Yes, once when I was in college and I saw this really kinky adult movie. But not since then.” “We’ll tonight you are going to learn how to service a woman. By the end of the night you will no longer think for yourself, I guarantee it.”

“Stand up so I can see my newest possession”. My legs shaking, I stood up and without thinking dropped my arms to my side like I was back in boot camp standing at attention.

“Very nice, very nice indeed” she said. “You are going to make a fine addition to my stable” laughing.

“Chace, I have a few rules that you must follow from now on. I want you to learn them and obey them to the letter or you will be severely punished. Believe me, you do not want to get me mad.”

“Are you listening?” “Yes Wanda”, I replied.

“Good then let’s begin your training.”

She then proceeded to tell me her rules. Not knowing it then, but these rules will forever change my life.

1. You will address me as Mistress Wanda at all times unless I tell you otherwise. 2. You may no longer speak unless I tell you that you may do so. 3. While in my presence you will be completely naked. 4. You will be required to wear a chastity belt, which I hold the key for and will unlock at my discretion. 5. You will be required to wear a custom-made butt spreader that will be custom fit inside your anus. By the end of one months time you will have your asshole stretched wide enough for me to fist fuck you without my hands touching the sides of your asshole. You will be responsible for spreading your asshole without my assistance. 6. You will no longer be allowed to walk upright. You will crawl everywhere from now on. 7. You may no longer sit on any piece of furniture. You will remain on the floor like the dog you are. 8. You will be required to do all the housework. Including, cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. 9. You will offer your mouth as my ashtray, spittoon, toilet, or whatever else I want to use it for. 10. You will allow me to show you off to my friends and you will perform bisexual acts if told to do so.

She then proceeded to insert the butt spreader into my ass and I heard it click as she opened it until my asshole felt as though I had a football inserted into it.

“Now that’s better” she said giggling. “It is now your responsibility to adjust it. I expect when you bend over for inspection that I can see your asshole has stretched more then the last time I examined you.” You will be required to bend over and stretch your asshole everyday in front of me for 1 hour with your fingers pulling your hole apart until I feel that you have accomplished my desired size. This is not a punishment but a symbol of your total submission to me. This will show me that you’re willing to humiliate yourself and torture yourself for my pleasure.”

Everyday she made me bend over exposing my asshole and watched for 1 hour as I pulled my ass in every direction, stretching it, widening it, for her pleasure.

After 2 weeks of this my asshole was wide enough for her to fist me without any resistance.

I felt great that I was able to stretch my asshole for her enjoyment.

After she was satisfied she made me wear a butt plug 24/7. I felt more connected to her then ever. As I worked I thought about her constantly.”

I was her total slave and she knew it!

After a month of servitude to Wanda she told me that I was to quit my job and that I would become her permanent house slave.

I quit my job the next day and moved in.

I didn’t realize at first but Wanda had been training me as her houseboy from the moment we met.

I was required to do all the house chores, including cooking, vacuuming, window, cleaning her car, bathing her, doing her hair, serving her drinks, and yes, I also became her personal toilet bowl.

One evening while I was serving her dinner the door rang and Wanda gave me a smirk and told me to answer the door. I was completely naked except for the collar and chastity belt she made me wear.

I opened the door and it was Vanessa. I was so embarrassed! Vanessa laughed and said “I knew you would be perfect for Wanda.”

I showed Vanessa to the kitchen where Wanda was finishing her dinner and then took my slave position at her feet. Wanda and Vanessa talked for over an hour before Wanda told me that she needed to go out and that Vanessa would be my babysitter and that I would do everything she says.

I was kneeling on the floor when Vanessa turned and looked down at me and said, “I never thought I would see you like this!. Kiss my feet, NOW!!”

I kissed her feet immediately as she laughed out-loud. “Chace, remember when we were in school and you use to tease me?” “Well, now it’s my time for revenge.”

She opened the patio door and instructed me to gather as many rocks as I could until she called for me. I was outside for what seemed like an hour before I heard her call for me. I presented Vanessa with all the rocks I found.

“Good Job, Chace.” “Do you know what I want you to do with them?” Answer! No Ma’am I replied. “It’s simple Chace. You are going to pay me back for all the teasing. I am going to sit in this couch while you shove one rock at a time in your ass. Each time you stick a rock in your ass you will say, “I am sorry Vanessa for teasing you”.

“Now bend over in front of me and begin.”

After 7 rocks my asshole was packed and I couldn’t get anymore in then she told me to fill my mouth. I filled my mouth and when she saw I could not get more in she grabbed my collar and dragged me outside and tied me to a tree and left me there full of rocks for the rest of the night.

The sun was rising and I was becoming really tired, I was tied to the tree all night with my asshole packed with rocks. She opened the patio door and instructed me to crawl like a dog inside the house and directed me towards the bathroom.

“I think you need to learn your place” she said. Lie down and open wide. I lay down on the cold floor and opened my mouth and she proceeded to crouch down with her ass in my face and said; “ Now you will know what it is to be totally submissive. You will eat my Shit you asshole!” With that she shit right into my mouth. She then told me to chew it and not swallow until she said. She had me chewing for over 10 minutes then told me to swallow. It was totally humiliating. The door opened and Wanda walked in. How was my slave Vanessa? “Perfect” she replied.

I would see a lot more of Vanessa in the future and I was excited about it.

Wanda walked Vanessa to the door and escorted her out. She then looked at me and said she had a surprise. She opened a bag and took out what looked like a metal strap. She told me to crawl to her and stand in front of her. She the said that my penis was of no use to her anymore and that she decided I should be locked up. She then slid a metal tube over my flaccid penis. The tube was bent and pointed downward. She then attached it to a leather strap that encompassed my balls and placed a small lock on both sided. She then fastened a waistband around my stomach, which strapped to the cock harness. I was totally confined. I could not even have an erection anymore.

“This is your new toy,” she said. “You will wear it for 1 full year. I will hold the key. You will do that for my won’t you?” I replied, “Yes, I will.” Not knowing that this was the end of my freedom.

She had taken my manhood and encased it into her own little cage that I was now forced to live with for the next year! No more masturbation, sex, relief. Nothing. All I was now was her personal pet. Pet, oh yes. I almost forgot the other rule. I was no longer allowed to speak, walk, or eat unless it was from a bowl. I was now her pet dog. She called me Gregor. She walked me outside and made me use the trees to urinate and the other. I was no longer a man but a dog and a dog that was owned by Wanda to do her bidding.

Originally posted 2012-12-08 09:32:50.

Cougar Mistress

It was a cougar who introduced me to the femdom way! When I was 24 I started dating a 36 year old woman–or I should say she started dating me.

Up to that point I had several girlfriends my age and I was used to getting my way sexually. I wasn’t abusive of course; I just didn’t know any better because that’s how males are taught to think about women and sex. Then I met Carol.

After our 3rd date I tried to get her into bed and she rebuffed me by saying that it was too soon and she would let me know when she was ready. I tried again after our 4rd date a few days later and she said the same thing. The very next night I tried a 3rd time and success!

She led me into her bedroom, started undressing me and got me into her bed. She then used scarves to tie my hands and feet to her bed, which was a first for me because I was used to being in charge in the bedroom but I thought “what the heck, I’ll let her and next time I’ll tie her up” Then she gagged my mouth and explained to me that sex is a gift from a woman to a man and the woman decides when and how to have sex, etc. and we would discuss this further in the morning.

She left me naked tied and gagged the whole night.

I was very embarrassed and humbled, especially after trying to get free and not having any luck. The scarves didn’t seem all that tight but I may as well have been in steel handcuffs–Carol really knew her knots!.

The next morning we had a discussion about our budding relationship and she stated that she was going to lead the relationship and I could either accept it or we could part ways then and there. When I agreed to her demands, we had the most mind-blowing sex I ever had up until that point, with me still tied to her bed.

We were together for almost two years in a totally female led relationship and she remains the most influential woman I have ever had in my life. I still run into her on occasion (we are on good terms) and it’s amazing just how sensual she is to me even though she is now almost 60 and has grey hair and has put on weight.

All the women in my life–including my wife–have benefitted from my time with Carol.

Originally posted 2010-07-12 12:08:06.

Female Sadists, Male Masochists : Photographs

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Originally posted 2011-08-13 09:51:04.

Man Spanked & Disiciplined by Fiancée

Man’s Lifetime of Spanking Discipline & Punishment

When I was growing up, my mom used to always spank me. You see, my dad was an over the road salesman, and was only home on weekends. So my mom took care of the day to day discipline around the house. At first it was just a tap on the back of the legs with a yardstick. My mom liked to sew, so she always had a yardstick near by. But as I grew older, I had to pull down my pants and underwear for a spanking on my bare bottom.

I was also spanked through high school and when I started college. My mom felt that as long as I lived in the house under her rules, I deserved to be spanked. In high school, she usually had me bend over the end of the sofa, or a chair, for a spanking with a paddle. My mom also got various paddles over the years. Some had holes in them that really stung, others had different shapes to them. My bottom was always turned quite red, and many times I had to stand in a corner after the spanking. The spanking did make me really respect my mom.

After I started college, I moved out of the house to an apartment of my own. By the end of college, I had found a woman that I really liked and wanted to marry. I had taken her over to see my mom and dad, and they really liked her, too. After I graduated from college, I finally got engaged to Khymberly and I was looking forward to being married to her. Since we were engaged, she had a key to my apartment.

At this point, I was beginning to take Khymberly for granted, even though we weren’t even married yet. She was washing all of my clothes, making my meals, going grocery shopping for me, and I was treating her more as a servant than as my soon to be wife. Anyway, I guess Khymberly talked to my mom about this, and one day when I came home from the office, I was greeted by both my fiancée and my mom.

“Khymberly tells me that you haven’t been showing her much respect, lately.” My mom said. “She has been doing all of the work around your apartment, and that you have been treating her more like a servant than your future wife. Is this true?”

“It hasn’t been that bad,” I pleaded.

“She tells me that she does all of your laundry, takes out your trash, makes your meals, and even runs errands for you. That’s not how you should treat Khymberly.”

“Why not! Khymberly is willing to do it for me,” I said.

“Khymberly feels like she has become a personal slave to you, and that you don’t treat her with respect anymore.” My mom said.

“I didn’t realize I was acting this way towards her,” I said.

“You have been treating Khymberly very poorly, and I want to make sure she stays in the family.” My mom said. “I have decided to show Khymberly how I have kept you behaving in the proper manner. So Khymberly and I are going to give you a good spanking.”

“A spanking? But I am too old for that.” I said.

“You deserve a good spanking for what you have been doing to Khymberly, and you are never too old for a spanking,” my mom said.

“I’ll act better towards Khymberly,” I said. “You don’t have to spank me.”

“This way you will remember to treat Khymberly with more respect,” my mom said. “So go over to the end of the sofa and prepare yourself for a spanking.” So I slowly went over to the end of the sofa and dropped my slacks and underwear, so that they were at my ankles. Meanwhile, my mom was telling Khymberly, “I brought my paddles along that I used to spank him with. After we spank him today, I can leave the paddles with you so that you can spank him whenever he needs it.” My mom looked over at me and saw that I was still standing up and she said, “Bend over the sofa so that we can start your spanking.”

So now I was bent over the sofa with my bare bottom sticking out, awaiting for Khymberly and my mom to spank me. “I like to use the paddle with the holes in it. It stings his bottom more than the other paddles.” Then my mom started to spank me. While she was spanking me, she told Khymberly, “You should spank him going from cheek to cheek, and he’s a big boy now, so you can spank him hard. Now you try it.” Then she handed the paddle to Khymberly and she was spanking me. She wasn’t spanking me as hard as my mom until my mom said, “Go ahead and spank him harder. He can take it.” Then I felt the paddle stinging my poor bare bottom even harder. “Sometimes I change to other paddles when I spank him,” my mom said. “They make different noises and they feel different for him. You should spank him until his bottom turns a nice red color.” So Khymberly tried other paddles on me and kept spanking me.

“His bottom looks pretty red now, should I stop spanking him?” Khymberly asked my mom.

“Give him a few more swats, then you should stop,” my mom said. After a couple more swats, my spanking stopped and my mom said, “After I spank him, I always have him stand in the corner with his pants still down and his hands at his sides. So you can stand up, now, and stand in the corner.”

I really wanted to rub my poor hurting bottom, but I went to the corner and stood there with my arms at my sides. Then Khymberly and my mom talked for what seemed like a long time. My mom told Khymberly that I should be spanked on a regular basis, so that I would always respect her.

“Why don’t you leave him standing in the corner until after I leave,” my mom said. “Don’t be afraid to call me if you have any questions about when and how to spank him.” So then my mom left my apartment, and I was alone with Khymberly.

“You can pull up your pants now.” Khymberly said to me. “I’m going to enjoy spanking you, to keep you from taking me for granted.”

And so after this, my wife spanked me on a regular basis after we were married. It has made me appreciate my wife, and behave a lot better.

Originally posted 2013-04-07 04:50:15.

Should Women Keep Boyfriends & Husbands in Cages?

If a woman has a slave boyfriend or husband should she keep him in a cage?

In ideal circumstances a male slave is busy performing errands, chores and tasks. Often there is nothing useful for the slave to do. Given the innate immaturity of the lesser sex it is in the interests of the Mistress Owner to keep him out of trouble.

The caged slave man is harmless and comfortable.

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Some dominant women use shackles and straps. Others may opt to put him in a dark, mostly empty closet. Putting the male slave in a cage seems more humane. He can move and change position. His limited freedom keeps him from being rowdy.

If there is enough light his Mistress Owner may allow her slave husband or boyfriend to read. This would give him time to study works on female superiority. It is good for slave men to understand their true nature. Of course he can be permitted to read for pleasure.

Being locked in a cage is healthy psychological reinforcement: his actions are limited by the choices of his Mistress Owner. He cannot do what she will not permit.

Feminized Man’s Need for Domestic Discipline

Not long after they met and started dating this woman had the man in a dress. Having a natural aptitude for submission he quickly became her submissive sissy.

And he quickly accepted being spanked as fit between a male weakling and a strong woman. Besides he really was always at fault. He needed a woman’s discipline to help him curb bad habits and overcome his carelessness and laziness.

He feels that she spanks him because she cares.

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Husband Degraded & Shamed

Humiliated Slave Husband

Wife Humiliates Her Husband With Help of a Girlfriend

Me and Buffy, my wife, were home and my sister-in-law Kruella was over to spend the evening. We were watching television, flicking through the channels, when we hit a fighting show, some kind of martial art. Kruella asked me if we could watch it and I obliged her and left the station on. She was really getting into it, acknowleging certain blows and strikes. I said “tough girl, how long have you been taking judjitsu”. She replied “long enough to kick your ass”. Kruella was 28 years old and about 5’5″ 115 lbs. “come on Kruella, do you really think you could kick my ass, your a skinny girl”.

Kruella looked me right in the eye

“Yes, I know I could not only kick your ass, I could make you kiss my ass three times in less than 10 minutes”.

I laughed

“You will make me kiss yor ass, yea right”.

She stood up and lifted her shirt exposing her shapely spandex covered ass, and pointed to her ass.

“I can make you kiss me right here, three times, and I’ll bet on it. she yanked the spandex up her crack and said “I don’t mean I can make you kiss my cheeks, I can make you kiss my spandex covered asshole.”

My wife Buffy joined in

“Go for it tough guy, I’d love to see you smooch her ass you faggot, got any balls.”
I looked at her and asked her,

“How much you want to bet”? Buffy looked at me

“I don’t want money, If I make you kiss my ass three times in less than ten minutes, you have to be your wifes slave and my slave till 2:00am. You have to serve both of us in any way we ask, anything goes, you must grovel at are feet, ass etc. anything, even be our toilet.”

I looked at her in shock

“be your toilet, what do you mean?”

She giggled “Exactly what I said, Be our toilet, drink our piss, eat our shit. Did you ever eat your wifes shit?”

I looked up at her in amazement

“Can’t say that I did, and what are you going to put up?” Buffy opened her purse and whipped out her wallet and took out money. Ten, hundred dollar bills.

“Thats one thousand dollars, faggot, still afraid of a 115 lb. girl?”
This was getting hard to resist, all I had to do was avoid her for 10 minutes and the grand was mine.

She looked at me

“I’m serios about the money and what you have to do, if you agree and loose, I hope you realize what you will have to do.” I stood up “Ten minutes, thats all right”. She smiled “Yes three asshole kisses in ten minutes or less and we win, other than that you win.” I was confident when I saw the money “Lets do it, Iwin its one thousand, you win, I am your slave and Buffy’s slave up to the point of being your toilet till 2:00am.”

We entered the living room, to start the match. I looked at the clock it was 8:15. I told her at 8:16 we start and at 8:26 give me my money. The clock creeped close to 8:16, she looked so confident it scared me, My heart raced. 8:16 she attacked me like an animal, It seemed like she had her strategy plotted out. Before I knew it I was on my back with my legs over my head. She was facing my feet with her knees straddeling my head and all her weight over my arms. She actually started to laugh, “Its all over, save youself punishment and smooch my ass”. Her ass was right on top of my face, and I was helpless, but I refused to smooch her crack. She leaned back and put her crack on my nose. Buffy stood up and shouted “Kiss her ass you faggot, smooch her butthole, then your slavery begins at both of our assholes.”

Kruella now laughing out loud

“Kiss it three times or I’ll punch your balls.”

The position she was in made it impossible to block a punch. My wife stood up and said,
“Punch him Kruella, I want to see him on his knees for us”.

Kruella grabbed my balls and squeezed, I was in an awfull predicament. Kruella leaned back and farted in my face. “Thats just an appetizer, I’ll give you one more chance to kiss three times”. I still refused. My wife said, “Punch his balls in, make him smooch, I have to pee”. Kruella whaled on my balls three times, the pain was unreal, I had no choice. She lifted her crack one inch above my face ” Raise your head and kiss my ass hole three times or else” The pain was to intense, I pressed my lips between her crack and kissed once. She hit me again “Two more times slave”. My wife was excited “Kiss it, kiss it now and become our slave.” Kruella grabed my balls one more time and I conceded. I pressed my lips between her crack and gently kissed her spandex covered hole two more times. I lost, I would have to serve both of them. Both of them acted as if they won the lottery, I was completely humiliated. Kruella sat back one more time on my face and farted on my nose. “I definately think I have to go to the bathroom soon”. The slavery was about to begin, I could not believe I lost. > >

After the two stopped celebrating, they both stood there and looked at me, Kruella said, “Look Buffy, look at him, twenty minutes ago he was your husband and a man, Now he is our fucking slave, our servant, our groveling pig and especially our toilet.” My wife joined in “I always wondered what it would be like to use a mans mouth, as my toilet, and today I will find out. I feel a bowel movement sometime soon”. Kruella looked at me “how did it feel on your back when I sat on your face and farted and you couldn’t do a dam thing about it, but sniff it and kiss my ass”. I told her

“I can’t believe you beat me and made me kiss your ass, I am in shock, I also can’t believe what I have to do”. Kruella said

” you lost the bet and now its time to pay up, get on your knees”.

I kneeled down before the both of them. My wife removed the loose pair of warmup pants, she had on and she was wearing spandex also. Kruella lokked at Buffy

“Aren’t those the same tights you had on in the gym this afternoon”.
Buffy replied,”

Yes, same ones, Why”

Kruella said

“I thought you would change after that crazy workout and the fact that it was 90 degrees today, but it turned out good because our slave might like the taste of sweat on our bodies”. Just then Buffy yelled “Slave come here and press your face between my cheeks.” I went over to her on my knees and inserted my nose in her behind, seconds later she farted in my face.
“Sniff that fart, slave, accept my gift”.

I inhaled deeply, and this was a first, I never before had intentionally smelled my wifes farts. Both laughed in my face as
I inhaled. Kruella sat on the couch and said “Its time for our slave to pay hommege to our tired sweaty feet.” Buffy joined in

“I agree ,time to grovel slave”.

They both got comfortable on the couch and told me to kneel before them. I got down on my knees in front of them. Kruella said “Kiss your wifes sneakers, bow your head and kiss her gym shoes”. I lowered my head to the floor and smooched her sneakers again and again. My wife now said, “Do the same to my sisters shoes”. Kruella was wearing a plain flat leather shoe with bare feet. I bowed down and kissed her shoes. Kruella looked down at me

“This is the way you should always greet me, on your knees and at my feet, Slave go get us two beers, then get back to my feet”.

I ran to the kitchen and got two beers, came back and handed the beer to them, and got back on my knees. “Good boy”, Kruella said, “Now pick up my leg and clean the bottom of my shoe”. I lifed her leg and dragged my tongue on the shoe she walked in the streets with. She sipped on her beer and smiled in my pathetic face “Did I step in anything today? no, you better check the other foot”. I changed feet and began licking the other sole.

“Your so obedient, now go and clean the bottom of you wifes sneaker”.

I repeated the entire process.

“Let a little girl beat you up” Buffy said, “Your a weak faggot, a little sissy, she yelled as she stood up in fron of me.

“Kiss my ass faggot, kiss your wifes ass”. I gently kissed my wifes ass all over, both cheeks, her crack etc. Kruella was giggling at the sight of this. Now my wife sat down again and barked “Take off my sneakers, you need to find out how hard I worked out”. I untied the laces and removed her right sneaker. “Sniff my toes through the sock”. Her right leg was crossed over and elevated, I pressed my nose to the very moist white sox and sniffed. Both broke out laughing as I sniffed at the base of her toes. Her toes had a sour cheesy smell to them. “Take of the sock and really get into it”. I peeled the sock off and once again began sniffing her toes. “I love the look of you on your knees sniffing my sweaty toes, like that aroma,

Ask me if you can taste my toes, beg to lick my feet”. I looked up at her “Please Buffy, may I lick your pretty toes”. They laughed and Kruella said “Make him do it better, Make him put his hands together like he’s praying and beg you to lick”. “You heard her slave beg to lick my toes”. I put my hands together and asked her over and over if I may lick her toes, and inbetween each request I kissed the top of her foot. “You may clean my toes with you tongue.” I lowered my head and licked her sweaty toes. “Make sure you get that sock lint out and all the toecheese.” I slipped my humiliated tongue in between my wifes dirty feet as the two laughed and ragged on me. “Now my other foot”. The whole process one more time. Now it was my sister-in-laws turn. Kruella stood up and told me to get on my back. She made me untie her leather shoe and take it off and then stepped on my face with her bare foot. Her feet had a stronger smell than my wives and she held it there and made me sniff out loud. Out of nowhere she squatted down and let another fart rip on my nose “I want to hear you sniff, sniff my sweaty ass”. Her ass did have a funky smell and the fart was potent also. She ground her crack back and forth on my nose and said “Now I know where to come if my ass itches”. she finally stood up and told me to stick my tongue out. Then she ran her foot across my tongue from heel to toe, as if I were a door mat. She made me remove her other shoe and smell the base of her toes.

“Open your mouth and suck my big toe”.

I opened and she stuck it in, and I sucked.

“Keep your mouth open wide” as she squatted down on my face and positioned her asshole over my mouth. A moment passed , then her fart passed right in my mouth. It was muffeled and the two of them started laughing like crazy. My wife stood up
“First she beats you up, now you eat her fartgas, what a pathetic speciman of a man.

” Kruella looks at me”Get up, go over to your wife and lick her armpits. Buffy puts her hands behind her head, exposing her pits and says “Yes slaveboy, tongue my pits clean, it was hot today.” I lower my head and lick my wifes pits. “Bet it tastes good, I’m next, Kruella said. I walk over to Kruella, she lifts her arms and pushes my head to her armpit for cleaning.

“That beer went right through me”, Buffy says “I have to take a leak toilet boy, get on your back”. My wife looks right at me and points to my mouth “I’m going to piss right in your mouth and you have to drink it, on your back”. Buffy removed her spandex and squatted over my face. Kruella got in close for a good look at the human toilet. Buffy sent a hot stream of piss im my mouth, I gulped her salty gift as fast as I could. It was very strong and acidic, sort of burned mu throat a little.

When she was done she looked down at me “How did it taste toilet, wait till you have to eat, that will realy be the show.”

Kruella went to the kitchen and got a glass. She pulled her spandex halfway down and held the large glass under cunt. She giggled in my face , right before she started to urinate, then she filled the glass, and put it on the table. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face to the glass.”Smell my golden wine, I made for you.” My nose was an inch from the piss and I inhaled the urine stench to satisfy her. “Dip your tongue in the piss and taste it, who’s piss tastes better.” I dipped my tongue in the liquid waste and sampled its flavor, it was much less acidic than my wifes piss. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a straw. “Drink it with this straw, you can taste it better and you can’t gulp it. I drank Kruellas piss.

When I finished,Kruella got me down on my knees, at her ass. She pulled her spandex half way down and pulled her cheeks apart “I hope you don’t get offended Buffy, that your faggot husband is about to eat my ass, because this is where this faggot belongs, on his knees licking my asshole.” To my suprise, my wife says “I don’t care what you do, I was just going to suggest that he give us both head, he is good at that.” A smile came to Kruellas face “Thats the best idea all day, your little faggot hubby eating me out till I come. She removed her spandex and sat on a tall barstool we had. Her feet were on the stool seat also, which exposed everything, her asshole and cunt. “On your knees boy, kneel at my vagina”. I Went down in front of her bush, My wife came over and said “Eat my sister out, start on her clit and do it good”. Kruella interupted “I’d rather him start on my asshole, There is somthing about a man on his knees licking my ass that sets me off.” No problem Kruella, Slave, eat my sisters asshole, rim that thing”. I moved in close to the chair and touched the tip of my tongue to her puckered ass. She obviously liked it and I began licking harder and faster. Eventually I sucked her cunt, starting on top with the clit, then separating her lips with my tongue sucking on each lip. It took about ten minutes and she came like a wild woman in my face. While she recovered I was ordered to eat my wife and as usuall she came also. While the two relaxed they ordered me to make them coffee. My wife told me very bluntly, “Coffee makes me shit, and I can’t wait to use your moth as my bowl.”

Both sat bottomless in the living room sipping their coffee. Kruella called me over to massage her asshole with my tongue.

After about twenty minutes my wife smiled “I think its time toilet boy, I feel a log on the move” A minute later “OH its time, get on your back.” My wife stood over me and laughed. My heart started to race in anticipation. “This is ultimate humiliation, The ultimate worship of one to another is willingly devouring the others shit, Oh it feels like a load. Buffy squatted over my mouth and mouned as the feces got closer to her anus. My wifes anus started to dilate “Here it comes toilet boy”. Kruella moved in for a closer look of the act. As her anus dilated I could see the head of the log, slowly emerge. ” Hubby its time to eat my shit, open that mouth”. She squatted down lower, directly over my toilet mouth. The log was about an inch in diameter as it slid from her bung hole. It started to dangle and shake and I guess she sensed it was going to break and squatted to a point where she could direct it in my mouth. Once the head of the log was in she lowered her ass to me breaking off the log in my mouth. She turned to watch me eat it. It was on the hard side so I had to chew it. Both of them looked at me in amazement as I chewed and ate it. MY wife turned her ass to me again and sat down I my mouth, centering her anus. “Suck the next one out as I push it in”. I created a suction against her anus with my lips and sucked out another three inch turd and ate it. She squatted once again and pulled her cheeks apart

“Now lick it clean you faggot shiteater”. I stuck my tongue up her ass and licked away any residual shit that was left.

Kruella began hinting that she had to go but was going to do somthing different. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a plate and put the plate on my chest. Now Kruella straddled my body, squatting over the plate and began to concentrate. Her cheeks spread and her ass began to open. She emptied her colon on the plate, depositing three, three inch logs. She squatted over my face “Rim my hole clean servant”. I lapped her entire crack and her asshole, cleaning it well. “Now its time to eat, get on your knees”. She removed the plate and put it on the coffee table.

“Here’s the fork Kruella, feed it to our slave.” Both were starring at me as Kruella pearced the turd with the fork and held it to my nose. “Smell my shit, sniff the log slave.” I sniffed at the repulsive bodily waste. “Open your mouth”. I opened my mouth and both watched carfully. Kruella stuck the turd in my mouth. “Chew it you pathetic shiteater, eat my stinking log.” Kruellas shit was much softer and easier to swallow. Then she stuck in piece Number two and I ate it. Now My wife came up with her own idea and told Kruella and both agreed. My wife went upstais and came down in a pair of pumps. Buffy stepped her heel on the log, it broke in half, but the one half stayed on the heel. She lifted it up to my mouth as Kruella said, “Eat my shit off you wifes heel”. I opened up and she stuck it in and I sucked the shit off the heel. Both were in tears they were laughing so hard. My wife now stepped the sole of the pump in the shit smearing it all over the bottom. She slowly lifted the pump to my mouth and said “Clean my sisters shit of the bottom of my pump, with your tongue. Ask Kruella if you can lick her shit.” “Kruella may I clean your shit off the bottom of my wifes shoe.” Kruella stood up and said “Sure after you kiss my asshole”. I pushed Kruellas cheeks apart and planted a big wet gentil kiss on her sphincter. My wife still held the shoe up and I went over to it and licked the squashed feces off the pump. The two rehashed what they just made me do for about a half hour and both fell assleep. My servatude was over but my memory of this humiliation will never go away.

Originally posted 2011-07-25 08:55:42.

Office Slave

To say I was surprised to see her again would be an understatement. It was out and out shock to see the first woman who introduced me to the dark world of submission. My heart pounded as I stood in the crowd of donors waiting to shake hands with the celebrities sponsoring the worthwhile charity in which we all supported. I had been awarded the honor of representing my firm for my hard work and now it seemed to be more to the reward than I ever expected. She hadn’t spotted me yet but I knew that she would if she continued to stand behind the celebrities. All I could hope for is that the celebrity would send her on an errand or she needed to take a break.

Staring at her, I felt my submissiveness to her return. Though her height was only 5’2, she would always wear the most expensive, fashionable, pair of shoes the raise her height to 5’5 or taller. The smart business suit she wore was tailored to show off the hard body beneath. A smile crossed my face as I realized that she was wearing her favorite lingerie: a black lace thong with a matching bra. I knew this because of the thigh high stockings she wore. When working at a high profile event, she always wore the most expensive lingerie. She had often remarked to me that it gave her an edge when dealing with a troublesome celebrity or promoting a big event. Best of all, she was wearing her makeup to perfection: Not too heavy, not too light. The only noticeable change was that her hair was cut shorter. I guess she had gotten tired of waiting for her hair to dry or she needed the time saved to make her commute every morning.

Kalinda always ran late in the morning.

My date pulled at my arm to make me close the gap that had formed in the line. I felt uncomfortable but Mia, my girlfriend for the last six months, would be disappointed if I pulled us out of line. Mia had been waiting to meet the actor of her favorite show. She often said how much the two of us resembled each other, but I never saw it. We did have the same nose and hair, but that hardly made us twins. Despite the long line, Mia was going to at least get her picture taken with him, which is one of the reasons why I was with her, and at least a hug. I could tell that she was excited in more ways than one by the meeting and that I would be rewarded when we got back to my apartment with a night of great sex.

As the line inched along, I pictured my self naked, wearing only a collar around my neck as well as that of those in line. I shook my head to clear myself of such thoughts. The mere presence of Kalinda was affecting me. It was just like the old days when I was interning at the same movie studio that Kalinda worked. That’s how we met, or I should say, where she spotted me. I was eager to please skinny Junior from college who was planning for a career in the entertainment field. Despite the internship having a reputation of being high stress, which turned out to be the opposite, it was a highly sought position and I had felt fortunate to have made it. My mentor was one of the old time bosses who didn’t revel in the chance to abuse the interns. We got along wonderfully once he saw my work ethic. The job was like going to Disneyland. I got to run several packages and messages to shoots. I met many famous people and saw the magic of film making. Eventually, I learned that it was a stressful business and that most of the famous people were very human beings. My friends and family were impressed though, so I tried not to shatter their illusions.

While my job seemed to be the best, I quickly recognized that most of the executives were under enormous pressure. They were the worse ones to deal with because they took it out on the interns or their assistants. It wasn’t uncommon to see another intern in tears or cursing the existence of their bosses while performing a menial task. My mentor was taking a two-week vacation and I was sent to work in promotions until he got back. It was here that I met Kalinda or I should say, where she discovered me.

Kalinda wasn’t the boss in the department, but she was an ambitious up and comer. She worked hard and, as I was to discover, played hard. Everyone seemed to grudgingly respect her, but they didn’t seem to like her very much. My first encounter with her was a severe tongue lashing about proper procedure in her office. I stood there and took it somewhat stoically. After that, I became her go-to guy. Whenever she wanted something done, I was the first one she called. While I was attracted to her assertiveness and beauty, I never thought of pursuing a relationship. This didn’t stop me from fantasizing about Kalinda and masturbating to images of us having sex. She had a strong effect on me.

It all changed one day when she called me into her office the last day I was to return to my mentor to move a box to another office. The box was in the middle of the office right behind her desk which was against the wall. She swivelled around in her chair as I entered giving me a nice view of her crossed legs. “Pick up the box and take it over to post production.” I bent over and tried to lift the box. It was heavier than I expected. I repositioned myself so that my back was to Kalinda. Grabbing the box again, I bent my knees and prepared to lift the box. It was then that I heard Kalinda’s gasp. I turned around to see if there was something wrong only to see her legs had parted giving me a view of her thighs and that her face was slightly flushed. Our eyes locked on each other and I saw my lust reflected in her eyes. I wanted to say something, but instead, I turned back around and bent over again. I paused for a few unnecessary seconds before lifting the box and walking out the door.

The rest of the day was uneventful, but the scene kept replaying like the out takes of a movie in production. I saw what had happened from different angles. Something about me had turned her on and I knew that it was my bending over had triggered it. I felt myself getting aroused by the fact that I had made Kalinda, the demanding woman, horny. This made me feel satisfied on a deep level. My last day in her department was going to be left with me having aroused Kalinda. Too bad nothing was going to come of it, I thought.

The office manager called my desk and asked me if I could put in a few extra hours on my last day helping one of the promoters with a project. I thought about it. I hadn’t any plans and it was the last day, I might as well help them out one more time. Besides, my mentor impressed that it was better for people to owe you a favor than for you to owe them a favor. So I agreed. I was given an hour and half to get something to eat before reporting back to the office. I don’t eat much, so after eating a quick meal, I went home, showered, and changed clothes. The office was mostly deserted when I returned. The office manager had left an envelope on my desk with my name on it. I opened and read it. My heart skipped a beat as I reread the note. I was working with Kalinda.

I knocked on Kalinda’s open door. She spun around casually and smiled softly. “Close the door behind you.”

I pulled the door until it clicked shut. Since it was a working office, there were no extra chairs in Kalinda’s office so I was forced to stand. I shifted nervously while standing silently before her. I became uncomfortably aware of everything and that the office had shrunk in size with every second of silence. I was terrified of saying something wrong even though I didn’t know why. The amused look in her eyes undermined my confidence even more. She crossed her legs and let her shoe slip so that it was being held on by her toes.

“You are here to help me on a special project,” Kalinda informed me. I nodded in agreement, though I didn’t know why.

She stood up and looked up at me. “I’m not going to lie to you. You’ve been on my mind for sometime now. I have been watching you ever since you arrived on the lot and you make me wet.”

The word “wet” made my throat tightened.

“Does that make you uncomfortable? It shouldn’t. It’s a compliment.” She lifted her hand and stroked my cheek softly. “You should understand something before we begin. You are free to leave or say no if you are unable to continue. Just remember one thing, I am in charge of my relationships if you get my meaning. Do you understand?”

I nodded and said, “yeah.”

She didn’t smile, but I could tell that she approved. “Good. Now go to my desk and read the letter on my desk. If you agree then sign it, date it, and print the time. Or else, leave.”

I went over to the desk and bent over to read the letter which stated:

“I do so willingly and freely give myself over totally to Kalinda for the next 12 hours and promise to obey all commands given. I understand that I expect nothing in return nor am I coerced in anyway into signing this document.”

Below it was a place for my signature and time. It was vague, but I knew what I was agreeing to as I signed, dated, and printed the time. She picked up the paper and read it. Then she opened up her top drawer and placed in an envelope. “Wet your tongue and stick it out,” she commanded. This was harder than I thought for my mouth had gone dry, but I managed to find some saliva somewhere. I stuck out my tongue and she ran the flap along it leaving a glue taste in my mouth.

Kalinda sealed the envelope and placed it in her top drawer. “Now, take off all of your clothes for me. Be sure to fold them neatly and place them in front of the door.”

I hesitated. “Do it now or else leave.”

I did as she asked. Kalinda hand wrapped around my cock causing it to grow. The head was a deep purple and it throbbed within her, delicate, well-manicured hand. She pumped it slowly which caused me to moan. Then she let go of it.

“Isn’t my cock nice,” she stated as if I were some piece of furniture? She grabbed the tip and pinched it between her nails causing me to gasp. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes…your cock is nice,” I stammered. She released it and stepped away.

“Good. Don’t you ever forget that it is my cock not yours for the next twelve hours? I will do with it whatever I like so don’t expect anything. Now I want to play with it for a few more minutes. You are to hold still.”

Kalinda pulled, squeezed, rubbed, caressed, slapped and pinched my cock for the next fifteen minutes. Try as I may, I couldn’t stop from pulling away which caused her to yank and squeeze my balls which made me nauseous and ache. Her words cut through me like a hot poker. pre cum spurted unto her hand which she held up and made me lick off her hand. After I finished, she stepped away from me and stopped her assault.

“Now bend over my desk. I want to see that ass,” Kalinda ordered with a deep, flustered, voice.

I bent over. She sighed as her hand caressed it. I felt her other hand reach underneath and cup my balls. They felt heavy as the hand then grabbed my cock while the other hand tickled my anus. She slowly pressed her finger inside while pumping and stroking me. I soon found myself gasping and moaning as her finger worked its way deep inside. The arousal and pleasure were more intense than anything I could imagine, but at the same time, I felt humiliated as she took me like a man might take another man. The thought repulsed me. She must have sensed what I was thinking for she licked my ear and whispered, “It’s not fun to be my bitch, is it?”

“No… yes… I… ah…don’t know.” I replied.

She continued while I endured as best I could. The repulsion remained, but I wanted more. Finally she stopped after having snaked in two fingers.

“Remain there. Just like that,” she commanded.

The sound of a briefcase opening made me look around at a leather paddle she held in her hands. Kalinda saw this and immediately struck. “Eyes forward. And don’t you dare cum on my desk. Now count out loud and don’t forget to thank me for each one or we will start all over.”

“One. Thank you Kalinda.” I said immediately.

By the time Kalinda was done, we had restarted three times. I knew my ass was going to be back and blue. The heat from it was painful and she was proud of her handy work. Somehow, I managed not to come and had become semierect. There were tears streaking down my face before she finally stopped. Kalinda made me kneel and pulled me to her until I stopped crying. She wiped the tears away with a handkerchief and stepped away. Unfastening her skirt, I looked at her black lace G-string and thigh high stockings. She sat down in her chair and pulled the G-string down her legs, revealing her sex and the dark patch of pubic hair at the top. Then handed them to me. I took them in my hand and felt how wet they were. Kalinda rolled the chair over to me and looked down at me. “Now, I want you to do what I tell you.”

My face was between her thighs and I learned how she liked to be pleasured. I don’t know how long I spent there, but I didn’t stop until she pushed me away. She stroked me to fullness once again and then, which surprised me, gave me an intense blow job which brought me to the edge of orgasm. Then she stopped and stood up. My eyes devoured her well shaped and toned ass and legs as she reached into her case and pulled out what looked to be a jock strap. “Put these on,” she commanded. I stepped into them and pulled them up. It was difficult because of my arousal, but I managed to stuff it inside. She leaned over and attached a small padlock pulling out the key. She placed the key inside a 9-X 12 envelopes followed by the sealed envelope inside. Then sealed and addressed it to me.

“You are wearing a chastity belt. The key and the letter that you signed will be mailed and waiting on your desk tomorrow. I don’t want you to abuse my property until after six hours is up. You will bring the key back to me and I will set you free. Go home.”

After an uncomfortable night sleeping on my stomach, I arrived the next day and found the envelope waiting for me. I took the key immediately to Kalinda’s office where she made me wait outside. Acknowledging my presence, I followed her to the ladies’ bathroom. She put an “out of order” sign on the bathroom door and pulled me inside by my tie. Once there, she led me by my tie to a lounger and ordered me to remove my shoes and pants. Then she inspected her paddle handiwork before unlocking and sliding the chastity belt down. After stepping out of them, my cock sprung erect. Her lips wrapped around it and she proceeded to suck, lick, and stroke me to the most intense orgasm of my life. She kissed me and pushed my seed deep into my mouth with her tongue causing me to moan in surprise. I coughed after she broke off the kiss and spat a few times. Kalinda chuckled and told me to get dress. The rest of the day, I was a mess, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. Before I was through, an envelope arrived from Kalinda. Inside was a new contract with directions to her apartment. The time period was for the whole weekend.

Kalinda and I spent most of the summer playing. She introduced me to so much about me and scene that I fell in love. We did more than bdsm. We were conventional-boyfriend and girlfriend most of the time. By the time Fall semester came, I felt heartbroken to leave, but leave I did. We stayed in touch, but never really returned to our relationship. I went to Law School and that was the end. Upon graduation, I accepted a job with a medium Law firm back in L.A. Though we hooked back up for a celebration, Kalinda and I didn’t really try to renew our relationship. She joined with one of the big talent agencies and was involved with another by then. There was the annual Christmas card, but that was all.

Mia pulled on my arm and handed me her camera. The actor smiled and they hugged. Mia was quite giddy after they exchanged a few words. The actor nodded and winked at me as he answered a question about a future plot line. I smiled politely and dragged Mia away. We walked over to the table where our reserved seating was at. Mia and talked pleasantly when a familiar voice called my name. Turning, I saw it was Kalinda.

I got up and we hugged in the friendly, but not too friendly, fake Hollywood way.

“Can I steal him away for a few minutes,” she asked Mia?

Mia’s blue eyes flashed something of a warning before telling Kalinda okay. Kalinda led me to the bar.

“I like her. She’s cute.”

“Yeah. So do I.”

“Are you two serious?” Kalinda asked inquisitively.

“Serious enough,” I replied.

“You two play?”

“Not much. Usually she is the submissive one.”

Kalinda smiled and handed me her card.

“If you ever get lonely for the old days, call me.”

I took her card. “I don’t think so, but I will hold onto it.”

“You were the best one. I wanted you to know that.”

We looked at each other. I smiled and placed the card in my wallet.

“I don’t know if Mia and I are going to make it, but just in case it doesn’t, I will hold onto this.”

We returned arm in arm back to the reception room. Mia got jealous, but it didn’t last for more than five minutes. They warmed up to each other as Mia picked Kalinda’s brain about the actor. Eventually, Kalinda had to leave. Later, Mia picked my brain about Kalinda. I told her everything- -except my submission. It was a special secret that I didn’t want Mia to know until I was certain about how our relationship was going to develop. I knew that she didn’t have it in her to be a Domina, but I didn’t really miss being submissive to care. Kalinda had shown me about that side of me to last the rest of my life.

Originally posted 2012-11-02 12:50:07.

Speedo Shame

By Dillinger

MY FIRST SUMMER AFTER HIGH SCHOOL I WAS A LIFE GUARD AT THE LOCAL COUNTY SWIMMING POOL. THIS SUMMER SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE EASIEST SUMMER OF MY LIFE, BUT INSTEAD IT WAS FILLED WITH EMBARRASSMENT.EVERYTHING FELL INTO PLACE FOR ME, MY GIRLFRIENDS ANT WAS THE POOL MANAGER AND MY GIRLFRIEND WAS THE SWIM TEAM CAPTAIN AND ALSO A LIFE GUARD. BEFORE I COULD BE A LIFEGUARD, I HAD TO BE CERTIFIED.TO GET MY CERTIFICATION I HAD TO GO THROUGH THE INNER CITY YMCA FOR THE CLASS. THE SHOWER ROOM WAS DREADED TERRITORY FOR ME AFTER EACH DAYS CLASS AND SWIM RISQUE TRAINING WHICH CONSISTED OF AN OUR IN THE POOL IF NOT TWO HOURS EVERY DAY DEPENDING ON HOW LONG THE CLASS ROOM SESSION LASTED. I WAS ALWAYS THE FIRST GUY IN AND THE FIRST GUY OUT OF THE SHOWERS EACH DAY AND TO DO SO I HAD TO SWIM MY LAPS FASTER THAN ALL THE OTHER GUYS. ONE UNFORTUNATE DAY WHEN I CAME INTO THE LOCKER ROOM I FOUND THAT MY FAVORITE CORNER SHOWER HEAD HAD BEEN REMOVED FOR REPAIRS SO THIS WOULD MEEN THAT I HAD TO SHOWER OFF IN THE OPEN ROOM AREA WERE EVERYONE COULD SEE ME. I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE IN THE NOOD BECAUSE OF THE SIZE OF MY MANHOOD, IT WAS USUALLY 2 TO 3 INCHES FLACCID BUT AFTER BEING IN THE POOL FOR ANY TIME AT ALL ESPECIALLY 2HOURS IT WAS HARDLY 0NE INCH, AND THIS DAY WAS NO EXCEPTION WITH LITTLE TIME REMAINING IN MY HAIR RINSING I HEARD 2 GUYS WITH DEEP VOICES LAUGHING AND TALKING LOUDLY. AFTER RINSING MY HAIR I SAW TWO FIGURES STANDING TALL, MAYBE SIX AND A HALF FEET TALL AND EACH ONES BODY SPOTTED WITH SOAP SUDS. HANGING BETWEEN BOTH THEIR LEGS WERE SEVEN OR EIGHT INCH PENISES EACH ONE WITH A BALL OF SOAP SUDS STUCK TO THE SIDE OF THE SHAFT, AS I LOOKED DOWNWARD IN THE ECHOES OF LAUGHTER I NOTICED THAT MY PACKAGE WAS COVERED WITH A SOAP SUD BALL ABOUT THAT SAME SIZE. IN HUMILIATION I RINSED THE SOAP OFF REVEALING MY SAVED MANHOOD ALL DRAWN UP LOOKING MUCH LIKE THREE SMALL BALLS MAKING UP MY ENTIRE PACKAGE. AFTER RINSING THE REST OF THE SOAP FROM MY EYES I COULD CLEARLY MAKE OUT THE IDENTITY OF THE TWO GUYS THEY WERE BOTH HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL STARS, WHO I HAD WATCHED PLAY WITH MY GIRL FRIEND AND HER BEST FRIEND WHO ATTENDED A LOCAL ALL GIRLS PREP SCHOOL. THE TWO GUYS PLAYED FOR AN ALL GUYS PREP SCHOOL. FROM THAT POINT ON I SUSPECTED THAT THIS MOMENT WOULD NOT BE LAUGHED AT IN THIS MOMENT ALONE BUT THAT IT WOULD SOMEHOW CHASE ME DOWN IN THE UP AND COMING SUMMER AND IN DEED IT DID. DESPITE MY SHAME OVER MY SMALL PACKAGE MY
GIRL FRIEND ORDERED ME TO JOIN THE SWIM TEAM AND SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE HAD ALREADY ORDERED ME A SWIMSUIT A PAIR OF SPEEDO’S. AT THE FIRST SWIM MEET THE TRUCK CAME OUT. THE DIVE TEEM HAD NEVER PRACTICED WITH US BEFORE SO I WAS SURPRISED WHEN I SAW THEM WEARING DIFFERENT COLORED SPEEDO’S FROM THAT OF MINE AND THE REST OF THE TEAM THEIRS WERE WHITE WITH NAVY BLUE SPEEDO LOGO’S WRITTEN ALL OVER THE FABRIC AND MINE WAS THE SAME EXCEPT FOR THE COLOR BABY BLUE INSTEAD OF NAVY. MUCH TO MY SURPRISE I SOON SAW THREE GUYS MY AGE WHO WERE ON THE SWIM TEAM ALSO WEARING THEIR SAME NAVY COLOR SPEEDO’S, I THEN LOOKED AROUND AND NOTICED THAT THE REST OF THE TEAM WEARING MY COLOR SUIT WERE THE YOUNG BOYS. SHOCKED BY THIS DIFFERENCE I FOUND ELIZABETH AND I ASKED HER WHAT WAS GOING ON AND SHE EXPLAINED TO ME THAT THE BOYS SIZES RAN IN BABY BLUE AND THAT THE MENS SIZES RAN IN NAVY, ABOUT THIS TIME THE TWO GUYS FROM THE YMCA WALKED UP BESIDE ME WEARING NAVY SPEEDO’S AND THEY WERE BOTH GREETED WITH HUGS FROM MY GIRLFRIEND AND HER BEST FRIEND AS THEY ROSE UP ON THEIR TIP TOES SO AS TO PRESS THEIR LARGE BREAST AGAINST THE RIB CAGE OF THE TWO BROTHERS, THEY WERE ALL 4 LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY.

Originally posted 2009-06-23 14:59:07.