Part 1

Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera.

"Oh shit" she thought.

The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out.

"Everything looks OK on this thing. I looked at his driver license. He even used his real name." Jenna said to the boss.

"What did he say under orientation?" Margaret asked,

She looked down the form. "He says he likes girls and that he is a switch. But that's bullshit. He is totally sub. I even made a joke about him topping me". Jenna was over 6 feet tall and 170 pounds. Most of it tits and ass. "He didn't know how to answer that."

"Who would? Do you see Minx anywhere?" she asked.

"Yeah. She's right inside. Is there some kind of problem with him?"

She let out a little laugh. "No. No problem. I Just got a reminder that life is full of surprises. Send Minx to see me. I'll tell you about it later" and she hung up.

The club was called Thorns and it was owned by Margaret. She had repressed her S&M urges for the better part of her life, confining her kink to the bedroom with her husband and an occasional lover. But a couple of years ago she found herself a widow with a surprising large financial inheritance. She used some of the money to open Thorns. It was the only such club in the city and she generally had a pretty good crowd every Saturday. Besides herself there were three other staff members. Their job was to see that everybody played safe, no one did anything illegal and that everyone had a good time. All three of the women were also Pro Dommes and made many new contacts here. They had few problems in the club and she was even making a little money on it. Life was good. Being 43 years old was not the same as being 23 like Minx and a couple of the other ladies regulars in the club. But she was content with whom she was. It had been OK to be the wife of a successful man but that part of her life was over and now she was top dog in this little world she had created. She thought of herself as the Queen of Thorns. Ruler of all she surveyed. She had money, good looks. Lovers and even a couple of personal slaves. The last 12 months had been the most fun she had ever had. And then he walked in. Could he bring the whole thing down? Maybe not but he could make things hard or at least very uncomfortable for her in an important circle of her life. She knew there would always be the possibility of something like this happening. But not this. Not him. There was a knock on the door, and then Mistress Minx opened it and came in. She was the youngest and friendliest of the House Dommes. She was an African American woman. Light skinned, short hair. no more than 5'7"in heels, thin but nice size boobs and always smiling except when she was in her "Dominatrix Mode". When she was like that she could be pretty severe. Margaret thought she would be best for what she wanted.

"You wanted to see me Mistress M?" she said. She was wearing a black leather dress, low cut with no bra. She probably wasn't wearing any panties either Margaret thought.

She called her around to her side of the desk. "See this guy?" she said pointing to the frozen picture on the monitor. "In about five minutes go find him and tell him I want to see him. OK?"

"Sure. Looks like a baby. What's his story? If you want him to leave..."

"No. Just give me five minutes and then bring him in."

"Sure boss," Minx said as she left.

Margaret went over to the full length mirror and looked at her reflection.

"No, this won't do."

She was dressed in all black. Her boots had heels that made her about 5"10. She wore skin tight black leather pants and a black blouse. The blouse was see thru and displayed her 43 year old but still perky breast and their silver ring piercings. Nothing she could do about most of the outfit but she figured she should probably cover her tits. This was going to tough enough without him staring at the girls. She grabbed the shirt she wore on the street and swapped it with the see thru. Along one wall was her collection of whips, floggers and such. Well it was a BDSM club so they were fine but she did grab a dildo and butt plug she had on her desk and shoved them in a desk drawer. That was about the best she was going to do. She sat behind her desk and waited.

Out on the floor Minx quickly found her target. He was hanging at the back of a group of reople who were watching a middle age couple using short braided whips on a large younger woman. She was naked except for a leather collar and wrist cuffs. The cuffs were attached to the collar. She also had two painful looking clamps hanging from her pendulous breast. The couple were in perfect sync, with the blows coming just about two seconds apart. They had started at the back of her knees and had been slowly working their way up. They were about two thirds the way up her ass, leaving red stripes wherever they hit. Minx looked at him and tried to figure out what was special about this guy. He looked like the rest of the male subs. Younger then most but she didn't remember Margaret being into that. She quietly walked up behind him, put her hand on her shoulder and whispered in his ear.

The first thing he noticed was that someone was standing close behind him, next he picked up a subtle scent, spicy perfume and leather. When he felt her breath on the back of his neck he forgot all about what he was watching. When the hand touched his shoulder his body froze and when her lips brushed his ear he stopped breathing.

"Mistress Margaret wants to see you."

"M-m-me. Why?"

"She didn't share. Just said go bring me that guy."

"Is that usual?"

"First time as far as I know. Come along honey."

She took him by the hand and brought him back to the office. Many envious eyes followed them as they past. The boy for his part wasn't sure what was happening. He was old enough and hadn't done anything to get him thrown out. Maybe they were going to torture him or kill him. Maybe they were going to sell him to some rich guys like in the movie Taken. A lot of scary things went through his head. He thought he should fight back or at least say something and insist on an explanation but instead he just let the pretty black girl lead him meekly to Mistress Margaret. When they arrived at the office Minx knocked on the door once, opened it and stuck her head in and said;

"Ready?"

"I guess" she sighed. "Let him in."

Minx let go of his hand and motioned with her head for him to go in. As he went through the door Minx started to leave but then she heard Margaret say;

"Hello Donald."

This made Minx stop in her tracks. After a second he responded sounding very surprised;

"Aunt Marge?"

Hearing that made her turn and quietly go sit in a chair in the corner.

"Aunt Marge? Not going to miss this," she thought to herself

There was a few moments of silence as Margaret let the situation sink into her nephews head, Eventually she said nervously;

"So what's a nice Irish boy like you doing in a place like this."

Sounds came out of his mouth, not exactly words. Margaret decided to give him a moment and turned to Minx.

"Mistress Minx, this is Donald. He is my late husband's sister's son. I have known him his entire life. Imagine my surprise when he walked in. Donald this is Mistress Minx."

Donald was still having trouble speaking.

"Say hello Donald." His aunt said.

He looked over to her and mumbled out some syllables.

Looking to Minx she said;

"So what am I suppose to do with this. His mom is one of my best friends. I was at his birthday party week. I gave him a freaking sweater! Did I mention I'm his godmother?"

Grinning from ear to ear "OK Mistress, I got this." Turning to the boy and speaking in a soft friendly voice;

"Hi Donald" she said. "Try to relax. It's OK. Auntie Margie knows your little secret now but you know hers too. Take a deep breath, find your happy place and just chill. We are all friends. Tell me why you came here tonight?"

He did what she told him and took a deep breath and released it. He couldn't really look at Margaret. So he kept his gaze trained mostly on Minx's feet and started to speak. It pretty much came out as one long sentence

"I never did this before I didn't know how to meet other people I saw a lot of stuff on the internet I was just curious..." it went on for a bit.

"OK. Now stop talking." Minx said. "Let's try some yes and no questions. OK?"

"OK."

"This is your first time with any of this?"

"Yes."

"But you have wanted to for awhile?"

"Yes."

"You saw stuff on the internet or in movies. There is even a nut commercial with a dominatrix in it. Seen that one?"

"Yes" he said with some excitement in his voice.

"You like the idea of being submissive to a Dominant woman?"

For the first time since Minx started speaking to him he glanced over to his aunt. In a soft voice he said "Yes."

"Maybe you should start calling me Mistress." It wasn't a request.

"Yes Mistress" he said with a note of enthusiasm in his voice.

"So what are the things you think you would like to play at?"

Back to incoherent mumbles.

"Stop. Stop. Stop. Let's get back to yes or nos. Do you think you would like being tied up or cuffed?"

"Yes" he said softly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mistress" he said sheepishly with maybe a little smile.

She went over to the wall with the toys hanging from it and took down a crop. Then she walked over to stand right in front of him. "Next time you fuck up on that there will be consequences. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress" he said. The smile gone, his eyes on the crop.

"So you're OK with bondage. What about pain. Spankings, floggings? Think you would find that enjoyable."

"I would like to think I would. I don't know how much I could take". There was a 5 second pause before he realized what he did and quickly added "Mistress."

"Too late. Close your eyes and put out your hands palms up."

"Yes Mistress." He did as he was told. She took his hands and lowered them to waist high. Then after a few seconds she struck the right one with the crop. Not too hard but hard enough. He jumped and made an "uh" sound but he did not pull his hand in or rub it.

"Now thank me for correcting you".

"Thank you for correcting me Mistress".

"Good boy. Keep your hands out for the next time. As far as how much pain you can take, it is something that builds up over time. It takes a certain mental as well as physical toughness. You took that hit well enough but we'll see what's what with that later. What about..." she paused to think of the right word. "...embarrassment".

After a few seconds pause he said "I don't understand Mistress".

She got up close to him and spoke gently in his ear. "Imagine you are in a room with three pretty young ladies. They make you take off your clothes dress up in a lacy maids uniform, pour their wine, kiss their feet and punish you for anything they feel like. Does that sound good to you?"

She could tell by his breathing that it sounded good to him. When he answered very sofly that it did but didn't say "Mistress" she hit his other palm harder than the first. This broke the spell.

"When was your birthday?"

"Two weeks ago Mistress."

"Did you get a birthday spanking?"

"No Mistress."

"No birthday spanking? How can you have a good year without one?" she looked at him for a second and when he didn't reply she continued. "I have made sure I got a hard whacking on my bare butt ever since I was 15. A birthday without a spanking is like a birthday without a cake. Don't you agree?"

A vision of her over his knee appeared in his head for a moment. "Yes Mistress," he agreed.

"Good. I want you to strip down to your underpants. You are wearing undies aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress" he said glancing at Margaret again.

"Let's go, take them off." Then in her softer more intimate voice she said "Don't worry about her. It's just you and me. The Mistress and her sub. Doesn't matter where we are or whose watching. It can just be me and you in a room all to ourselves or out there in the middle of the play space or if I want on main street. It is not your place to question or worry what others may think. You're one job is to obey. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

Then in a harsher voice "Then hurry the fuck up. I don't have all fucking night."

He did. He folded each garment quickly and placed it on a chair. His cock was hard and stuck straight out. There was a little moisture leaching through the underpants. She took his hand and led him past Margaret giving her a perfect view of the little pup tent in his crouch. Minx led him over to an armless love seat next to the desk and sat on it while he stood next to her. She hooked her fingers into both sides of his jockeys and pulled them down. The elastic caught on his boner and made it bob up and down. His back was still to Margaret but she had a full view of his ass. It was a cute one. It was white and smooth and hairless. Like a young girls should look.

"OK birthday boy. I want you to lay down across my lap with your head facing that way." She indicated how she wanted him so that she could hit him with her right hand. This also gave Margaret a nice view. "After each hit you will count the hit and than thank me. Do you understand?"

"Y-Y-Yes Mistress."

"Good. Because if you screw up, I'm going to start over and maybe use something harder than my hand. Are you ready?"

"Yes Mistress," he said as he took a deep breath.

There were no warm up taps. Nothing to diminish the first hit. Minx was young and strong. Her hand was wide with long fingers. She didn't hit him as hard as she could but she wanted him to get a feel of what it was all about. The blow hit him directly in the middle, most of the palm landed on the left cheek. The power of the smack caught him by surprise and it took him a moment to say;

"One. Thank you Mistress."

The second one was in the middle of the left cheek.

"Two. Thank you Misterss."

The third in the middle of the right.

"Three. Thank you Mistress."

By the tenth his ass was an even shade of red and he was beginning to squirm. His dick was still hard and rubbing against her thigh.

"T-T-Ten. Thank you M-M-Mistress."

"Stop squirming. If you squirt on me you I'll make you eat it. Got it?"

"Yes Mistress."

She spaced the next five at a slower rate allowing the spanking to go on a while longer. But then gave him the last five hard and in quick succession barely giving him time to count and thank her.

"Twenty. Thank you Mistress."

His voice was strained but strong. He had kind of settled into a zone and took the beating well. Minx always liked to end with a flourish. On the table next to her was a wooden paddle. It was a foot long with two rows of holes. His ass had little meat to absorb much but she wanted to make a statement and brought the paddle down pretty hard.

"Oh!" He jump and exhaled hard but after a moment composed himself and managed a;

"Twenty one. Thank you Mistress."

She could tell he was done but she had one more thing to do. She grabbed a bunch of the hot red flesh between her thumb and gave it a hard twist.

"And a pinch to grow an inch." She paused and then said "Ok we're done. Get up."

He kind of rolled off her onto the floor. Minx stood up and grabbed him under the arm and pulled him to his feet. She held the palm of her hand in front of him. It too was red and moist.

"Kiss it." He did. "OK. I'm out of here. Got places to go and people to beat."

Margaret spoke for the first time in a while.

"Thank you Mistress. And just for the record if you ever call me "Auntie Margie" again I will use that paddle on your pretty little ass."

Minx didn't turn, just headed out the door saying "My birthdays next month Mistress. I'll look forward t it."

Other than two quick glances Donald hadn't look at his aunt since Minx took over and he still had his bright red ass facing her. She told him to stay there for a second and changed back into her see thru blouse. She hadn't been sure what she was going to do when she had Minx bring him in but seeing how he responded to Minx she understood he was what he was and she thought it best if she worked with him and try to keep him out of trouble. Sitting back down behind her desk she picked up a crop and told him to turn and come over to her. He hesitated for a minute before he did so covering his still half erect cock with his hands. As soon as he saw her breast thru the thin material he got fully hard again.

"If you are going to be coming here I will probably see you naked regularly so put your hands by your side." When he did she made a point of starring at it for a few seconds a few very uncomfortable second for Donald.

When finally she looked up at his reddened face he said ;

"Can I keep coming here?"

"Yes. But don't expect special treatment. You got a lot more of Mistress Minx's time than any newbie ever did before. And I am sure by now she has told the other ladies who you are so they going to be curious about you at first but eventually you will just be another sub. OK?

"Yes Aunt Ma...".

She stopped him there with a smack on the belly with her crop.. "In here it is Mistress Margaret. At your house it's still Aunt Marge. Try not to screw that up."

"Yes Mistress Margaret".

She got up and came around to the other side of the desk and stood in front of him. She held up her hand for him to kiss which he did.

"Time to get dressed and go play. It's 9:30 now. I want you out by 11." She wanted to play with some people tonight but wasn't so sure she was ready to have him watch.

"OK" he said. He was a little disappointed to have a curfew and wasn't thinking. So when his aunt reached out a grabbed his nipple and gave it a hard twist it caught him by surprise.

"I don't get OKs. I get Yes Mistresses. Is that clear?"

She spoke slowly and held onto him until he said "Yes Mistress Margaret."

"Go" she said indicating the door.

As she watched him dress and leave she realized how bad this was. How so very very bad it was. So very very deliciously bad it made her wet.


Part 2 (added: 2013/04/06)

Donald look at his watch, it was 10:15. His Aunt Margaret, or as he called her here, Mistress Margaret, had set an 11 o'clock curfew for him and he agreed to be out by then. He had been drawn to the fetish life as far back as he could and couldn't wait to be old enough to begin his explorations. That explorations began a week ago after his 21st birthday at a this club called Thorns. Imagine his surprise when he found out that the club was owned by his mothers sister-in-law. Imagine hers when her godson had walked in. She agreed to let him come there and that she would help him find his way but he had to follow her rules. And getting him out by 11 was one of them. He had gotten a pretty good spanking last week in her office from one of the staff but nothing else and tonight he had just watched but now they were organizing something they called the ladies gauntlet and he wanted to be part of it.

The gauntlet consisted of sixteen women in two rows of eight, each armed with acropa, a paddle or a whip. The women weren't all tops. Many, if not most, were bottoms or wannabee switches getting their chance to give instead of get. The ladies lined up in the middle of the plays-space and people took turns walking down the middle and receiving as many hits as the ladies could dish out. There were no rules other than you were supposed to hit them between the top of the ass and the back of the knees. As for the receiver of the hits they had several options (although the receivers were not always the ones to choose their options). They could walk down the gauntlet wearing pants. This was generally booed and many of the women didn't swing. A second option was to do it wearing your underpants. This was more acceptable and got the women swinging hard.. The third and most popular way was to do it bare-assed. This got the most cheers and enthusiasm from the crowd. Donald didn't have the balls to get naked in front of the 50 or so people so he decided to strip down to his jockey shorts and t-shirt. There were about fifteen people in line including two women. He would be the last to go. He watched as the others went. Some kind of ran and got through the line in a few seconds receiving the minimum amount of hits. Some were started out walking slowly but picking up their pace as the pain built up. One man was walking at a brisk clip when two women grabbed him and held him while a third came up behind him and yanked down his red boxers and delivered 5 hard hits with a 8" wide round leather paddle. He finished his walk with his butt out. The two women seemed to be willing to take the most hits. Both were naked from the waist down and solidly built with well padded asses. They made up for the extra padding with slow deliberate walks. One even stopped at one point and bent with her hands on her knees to allow two of the ladies to give her a half dozen each. It took much longer to get to him then he thought. He watched the man in front of him go. He was an older man maybe in his 50's . He was only wearing a black corset with garters holding up black fishnet stockings. Donald wondered if someone had made him wear that outfit or it was his own idea. Regardless he walked down the line with a certain amount of dignity. He never quickened his walk; he just kept a casual gait as if he were enjoying a walk in the park. Only once did he seem to react to a single tail catching him across the back of the legs. Donald watched his thin white ass turned to angry red. And then it was his turn.

The morning after Donald's first visit to Thorns Margaret woke up to the feel of a index finger sliding in-between her pussy lips. It immediately sought out and found her clitoris, It was joined by a thumb and a middle finger and together they started slowly rubbing the little bundle of nerve endings. Her breathing grew rapid and her cunt started to secrete juices all over the invading digits. Her mouth found the others mouth and locked onto it, their tongues twisting together. She rolled over onto her back and pulled her partner on top of her moaning loudly. When her orgasms finally came they were raw and powerful. An earthquake of sex with a massive first shot followed by several small after shocks. She lay motionless while her body recovered and looked into the eyes of the woman in bed with her. She had removed her fingers and was licking the fluid from her hand.

"Good morning Mistress. I hope that felt good."

"Ummm...yeah that will do for now." She pulled her head down and kissed her again.

Her name was Lisette and she was an American born woman of Hispanic decent. She was about Margaret's height but with maybe 20 more pounds on her frame. She had dark eyes, dark hair and dark skin. She knew for a long time that she was gay, but she didn't realize how much of a masochist she was until she hooked up with Margaret. She was a masochist not a sub. Lisette had always liked rough sex with her partners. Biting, pinching and an occasional swat on the butt was great foreplay but don't expect her to always do the dishes. Calling her "Mistress" was a small tease..

"What time is it?" Margaret said.

"A little after 10."

She reached for her phone and sent a text.

Donald laid on his bed naked. His Mom was at church and then was going out for brunch with her friends so he had plenty of time for some "sexy sexy me time". He was working on his fourth orgasm since coming home last night. The first one was as soon as he came home, the second time was in the middle of the night, the third was when he first woke and now he was going for number 4. This one was going to take a little more effort. He had put a clothespin on each of his nipples and two more on his scrotum. He also had a piece of burlap about the size of a handkerchief. He had it wrapped around his erection and was squeezing hard and stroking slowly. He was watching a German femdom video on his PC. The video showed a pair of woman flogging a naked man. During his earlier jerk off sessions he featured Mistress Minx but now his Mistress Margaret's face crept into his fantasies. When he looked at the video screen he saw himself as the man and Margaret as the women who was currently pulling him up on his tippy-toes by his cock and balls and spitting in his face. He was close, Very very close when his phone buzzed.

AM: U OK?

Donald: Yes. U?

AM: Always What are u doing now?

Donald: Reading.

AM: Do u need to talk about anything? Any questions?

Donald: Can I marry Minx?

AM: LOL. Probably not I think she is having too good time but I'll ask.

Donald: That's OK. Maybe someday.

Neither of them texted each other for a minute.

Donald: Aunt Marge is this all OK. Am I weird?

AM: Texting not best for this talk but yeah u r OK.

AM: People at club last night all good people regular jobs families I'll help you.

Donald: Thanks. I was nervous and didn't know if I would go in.

AM: Lot's like that. One guy told me he got to the door 3x before he went in.

Donald: Me there don't bother you?

AM: Rather there than drinking and driving. I want you safe. Not everyone is safe to play with. Isn't that what a godmother is for?

Donald: LOL. Guess so. Kind of freaked when I saw you.

AM: Yeah me too. Glad u didn't wear the sweater I got u for your b-day.

Donald: Didn't see a lot of ll bean there last night

AM: Talk later.

Donald: Yes Mistress Margaret.

AM: Delete this conversation,

Donald: LOL. Yes Mistress Margaret.

"How's he doing?"

"He's fine. He's jerking off. OK get your mouth down there bitch."

"Yes Mistress Margammmmm....."

Donald stepped up to the beginning of the gauntlet. Sixteen women with a variety of impact toys stared at him each with her own look of anticipation. Some smiled, some snickered a couple looked a little crazed. But this is what wanted he though to himself and took his first step.

"Wait a minute baby cheeks. Is this your first time?" said a women about half way up the column.

"Yes," he said.

"First time you have to go bare butt. You didn't earn the right for those tidy whities yet." Everyone laughed, "Take um off."

He looked around for help. Maybe Mistress Margaret would step in but she was nowhere in sight. More voices joined in for him to get naked, several of the calling him baby cheeks. He felt he had no choice and removed his jockey shorts.

"Take off your shirt too, baby cheeks" The same woman said. She was a younger woman, just a few years older than him. A little chunky but she had long dirty blond hair and a cute face. "C'mon. We don't have all night."

Donald took off his shirt and holding it and his jockeys started towards the two line of ladies. There were about 50 people in the room. All kinds of people. Men, women, tops, bottoms switches and a few lurkers of indeterminate orientation and all of them looking at his skinny little naked body. His balls tried to retreat inside of the pubic arch

It took about 3 steps before the first blow came. It came from the right and it was from a flat long paddle and it his him on his right cheek. It was painful and made him twist away. This gave a women on the left a perfect shot at him with her flogger. It caught him full on with the tip bending around and biting into his side. The women with the paddle tried for a second smack but Donald had moved and she just delivered a glancing blow. Two more steps brought him into the reach of a dark haired women in her 40's. He had seen her tied up and spanked by her partner so he knew she was at least a part time bottom which was slightly comforting sensing a connection. She had a long red leather crop with a little hand on the end. She brought it down hard on his dick. Donald thought that was against the rules but there didn't seem to be a referee in sight. A woman on the other side hit him with a wooden paddle. That hurt a lot and at the same time the crop came up and hit him where his ass and leg met. His next steps took him to a pair of ladies with floggers who seem to work as a team, taking turns hitting his back, ass and legs. As he was moving pass them a women in the line in front of him stepped in his path and grabbed his arms preventing him from moving on.

"Hi I'm Beth. What's your name," she said. The flogging continued harder.

He looked at the women. She was the woman who made him strip. He had seen her before but couldn't remember if she was a Domme or sub. Maybe a switch. It took him a second to process the situation before saying;

"Donald."

"No," she said "I don't think so. Try again."

Then he knew what she was after but he didn't want to say it. But he knew he would and the longer he delayed it the more flogging he was going to get. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said.

"Babycheeks."

There was an burst of laughter from all watching and a nickname was born. Beth leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek while simultaneously reached down and gave him five hard slaps with her bare hand.

By the time he got to the end he had been hit with a variety of toys some of which left nasty marks on his bottom and he had been forced to his knees and made to complete the gauntlet crawling giving the women a target for some hard kicks. He was just about done when his head bumped into something. Looking down he saw a pair of black high heeled boots. He stopped. A voice from above said;

"Look at me."

He recognized the boots and the voice so he wasn't surprised to see Mistress Jenna towering over him. From his position on his knees her head was almost 5' feet over his. Her boots were knee high and she wore them on the outside of her leather pants. She also wore a torn t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was black and it said "FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK."

"Kneel up."

As he did she turned around and lowered her pants exposing a well muscled buttock.

"Kiss my ass boy," she said.

He had fantasized about being a submissive his entire life. When he was prepubescent he had such daydreams as being spanked by his teachers or being tied up by the girls he knew. He didn't know why, he suspected it was wrong but he didn't care, it gave him many hours of pleasure and once he discovered masturbation... So here he was. Naked and sore being watched by dozens and being ordered to debase himself further by kissing an amazons ass. Is this really what he wanted? Yes. Yes it was. He leaned over a bit and put his lips in the center of one cheek and then the other. He would have kept doing it but Jenna stepped away talking with someone totally ignoring poor naked Babycheeks kneeling in the middle of the floor.

As people started to move onto other things Donald stood up and went to get his pants. What he found where his pants were was Aunt Margaret.

"My office and she turned and walk to the back of the club.

Donald followed her in and closed the door behind them. He was still naked and he realized that one of the best parts about these evenings. The thing he enjoyed the most was standing naked in front of her like they were doing now. His body and psyche had gone through a lot in the last 20 minutes but his cock was making a valiant effort to get hard.

"Do you know what time it is?" She did not seem happy.

There was a digital clock sitting on her desk. He looked at the display and said "It's 11:18."

"And what time did I say you were to leave?"

"I'm sorry Mistress I didn't realize how long the gauntlet would take."

"I didn't ask you why you were still here I asked you what time where you supposed to leave."

"Eleven o'clock. Mistress."

In a very harsh voice she said "And what the fuck time is it boy?"

"Now it's 11:19."

"Did I make a mistake letting you come here? Maybe I should have had Jenna just throw your skinny little ass out the moment I saw you. You had one job. You were to be out of here by 11. And here it is at 11:19 and you're still walking around here with you fucking cock on display. If you can't follow my one fucking rule... What am I supposed to do with you?

He was at a loss for words. He started a stream of consciousness apology but she held up her hand.

"Alright I am going to give you this one chance but no second chance."

He started to babble thank yous but she cut him off with a hard twist of his ear.

"You're not out of the woods yet boy. Bend over my desk."

He did. He was like that for a couple of minutes before she returned. She pulled his hands together and pulled a cable tie around his thumbs. Then she stepped around in front of him. She had something yellow in her hand. He wasn't sure what it was at first. Then he realized it was a kitchen sponge. She also had a bottle of liquid soap which she was squeezing onto the sponge. He knew what was coming next and he didn't look forward to it.

Looking him in the eyes she said "Open."

When he did she pushed the sponge into his mouth. He tried not to bite down on it but she gave his head a little and it caused him to bite down and all the soap squeezed out. It tasted terrible and he hoped he wouldn't be sick.

It was five minutes before she took the sponge out of his mouth and put it down on her desk. She then used a pair of dykes to cut the ties on his thumbs. She told him to stand and face her. When de did she surprised him by reaching down and grabbing his cock and balls in her hand and squeezed not too gently.

"These fucking things have caused you guys to do stupid stuff throughout history. Don't let them fuck up things for you." She pulled up on it and lifted him up onto his toes while his cock started to fill with blood. "Do you understand me Donald?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Get dress and go home. Do not come here next week."

"Yes Mistress," he said disappointed. Then he did what he was told.

Later that night as he jerked off for the third time the pain and humiliation of the gauntlet and the disgusting taste of the soap in his mouth was all but forgotten and the only thing he thought about was Mistress Margaret's hand on his cock.


Part 3 (added: 2013/05/26)

Margaret had been spending a lot of time thinking about Donald lately and not in a typical god motherly way. She knew from the start that this was probably a bad idea but she told herself if he didn't get it here he would get it somewhere else and at least here he wouldn't get hurt, well he would get hurt but in a good way. She was sitting in her office on Saturday evening while Donald cleaned it. He had vacuumed, dusted and put away some of her toys. He did this while he was naked. That was the way he liked it. Funny thing about that was that most times in his life he liked being invisible. He seldom spoke in groups or did anything that would make him standout but being naked in front of a bunch of dressed people gave him such a rush. In front of Margaret was even better. Basically his life was divided into two parts. The 4 or so hours he spent in Thorns each week and all the rest.

As all male sub know it is not always easy to get play time at places like this. Thorns had some organized activities but there were a lot of cliques and whatever cache he had as being young and Margaret's nephew (all the regulars knew) it hadn't translated into anything special. And even Margaret had been somewhat stingy in her interaction with him. Just a few slaps and pinches here and there and an adherences to protocol was all he got. But tonight considering what she knew he had in-store for this evening she thought she would give him a little more,

She got up and came around to the front of her desk and leaned back against it.

"Come here Donald."

He did. When he got there he stood in front and looked at her for a second until her eyes looked down to her feet and he dropped to his knees.

"Kiss my feet."

This was the first time he had the opportunity to do something this intimate with her, or anyone else for that matter. He lowered his head and started covering her toes with little kisses. After a minute she said;

"I want to feel your tongue."

He stuck out his tongue and started licking. This made her giggle a bit, especially when he pushed down between the toes. He was in paradise as his dick showed and Margaret noticed. She lifted her foot in the air and told him to take the big toe into his mouth.

"I want you to suck on it like it was as girls tongue or her nipple," And then she said softly "Like it was my nipple,.

Donald had seen her nipples. They were big and pointy jutting out of her dark brown aureoles, He had had her toes in her mouth and that vision in his head he was afraid he might cum. After a few minutes she told him to stop and instructed him to get a towel and some powder from the bathroom and dry her off. When he was done she said;

"Here" she handed him a pair of nylons. "I want you to put them on me."

When he confessed that he had no idea how to put stockings on a woman's leg she showed him how to bunch them up and then said "Put the toes in first."

He slid the stocking over her foot getting it snug before slowly pulling it up over her ankle, then her calf, past her knee and then he started entering the promise land. His fingers slowly pulled the thin fabric over her thighs, the outside of his right hand sliding a on the soft warm skin. His face was at crotch high and he could smell her perfume and the leather of her skirt. He also though he smelled something else. Something slightly pungent. His head swirled with the thought and his hands got shaky. He was attempting to attach the stocking to the front inside garter when his fingers brushed against the whisper thin material of her thong. He could feel the heat and moistness. It was like a bolt of lightening went from his hand to his groin. It was Earth shattering to him but she didn't seem to notice. He next reach between her legs to attach the rear garter. This time his hand slid along her thigh and his hand made light contact with the thong. She said in a slow calm voice;

"If you touch my cunt again" pause "without my permission" longer pause "I will tie you up and leave you on the floor of the rest room all evening. Am I 100% clear on that?"

As quickly as his body had become charged up with that sexual energy, it just as quickly drained out again.

"I, I, I'm sorry Mistress."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress, I understand."

"Good. Do the other leg now. Carefully" she said. To be honest if he hadn't touched her she would have been a little disappointed.

He completed his task without further incident. When he did she instructed him to stand up and turn around with his hands behind his back. Standing behind him she put a pair of police style handcuffs. Next she put a red rubber ball gag in his mouth and tightened it firmly behind his head and finally she put a leather collar around his neck. Hanging off the front of it was a short leather leash. Taking it in hand she lead him out of the office and out into the main play space. All eyes were on them as she worked their way through the crowd. When she found who she was looking for she handed her the leash saying;

"He's all yours."

"Thanks. We're all ready for him" said Mistress Claire. The one they called "Don't care Claire."

Claire was the fourth member of Thorns staff. She was 32 years old, 5'8 with a nice body. She had red hair and freckles but you probably wouldn't call her a ginger. The last guy who did won't do that again. She was wearing a pair of tight leather pants stuffed into a pair of high heeled leather boots , a long sleeve white shirt, button to the neck and and a black underbust corset pushing her tits up and out. She wore more make up than usual. Hanging from her silver studded black leather belt was a mean looking whip. She took the proffered leash and led the naked Donald through the room picking up a crowd of followers as they went. She led him to a small platform at the end of the room. There were several overhead lamps shining down on it so that everything done on it would be clearly visible to all. Donald looked at the platform and started to wonder what was going to happen on that platform, or more specifically what was going to happen to him on that platform. Two items on it caught his attention. The first was a large x shaped cross of heavy rough timbers. He had seen a people on it being whipped but he never had been. The other thing he noticed was a Beth. She was a regular at the club. She and Donald's paths had crossed the night Donald had ran the gauntlet but other than little smiles when their eye met they had no further contact. But he thought that it might be different tonight. She too was naked except for a collar. She was about Donald's height and maybe 25 lbs. heavier. She had large breast with very erect nipples, Her hair was dark brown as was the small patch of her well trimmed pussy hair. She had one tattoo on her right butt cheek. It was a four inch wide eagle with its wing spread. The rest of her ass was bright red with several welts from a very recent beating. She stood on the stage with her hands folded behind her back. As Mistress Clair brought Donald onto the platform their eyes met and locked for a moment and then she and then she and Clair began. Beth had picked up a pair of cuffs and knelt down in front of him, her face tantalizingly close to Donald's erection. She put a cuff on his right ankle first then the left. While she did this the Mistress stood behind him and did the same with his wrist before releasing him from the cuffs. Beth then took his leash, positioned him in front of the cross and then attached his four cuffs to it. After a minute he heard and then felt the first stroke of the flogger. It was across his ass and felt pretty good except where the tips bit into his side; that stung a little. This was followed by another few dozens strokes up and down his body. When she finished with the flogger she took a long cane and gave him a half dozen. Canes hurt a lot even when she used far less energy in her stroke than she did with some other subjects. After the first two he began having a kind out of body experience, some call sub space, where he was aware of the pain but in a certain way he was also watching the beating as if it was happening to someone else. "That's what gave Beth the welts." He thought to himself. When she finished with the six Beth game to him and whispered in his ear.

"You OK Babycheeks?"

"Yes" he replied through the gag..

Clair had him detached from the cross, spun him around and reattached him facing her and the crowd. He found this to be scarier then facing the other way. Seeing the cold look on his torturer and the whip coming at him was worse than not seeing what was coming. This time the Domme used a different flogger. While the one she had used on his back was made of leather lashes ¾ of an inch wide which was kind of a "thud" flogger the one she used now was made up of thin leather cords, like you would find on a work boot. This stung. She whipped his nipples, belly, thighs and knees but she especially whipped his cock. She was good at it. Some strokes had the tips hit the base of shaft and his balls. Other times she pulled her arm back a bit so it just hit the head. They hurt a lot. Gagged as he was he wasn't able to cry out but he still was able to make a grunting sound that seemed to entertain some people in the audience. He couldn't see the crowd very well since there was a light shining directly at him bit he could make out the front row where he saw Margaret watching and his thoughts went back to his hands running up her legs and that moment his hand brushed up against her pussy. This thought and the whipping almost made him cum right there; something he did not want to do. Much to his relief Clair stopped the flogging. She said something to Beth who went behind the cross and removed his gag. She whispered in his ear;

"Still OK?"

"I think so."

"OK. You're doing good. I'm impressed. Now important you don't panic over the next bit. OK?"

That scared him a bit. What was coming was worse? He nodded an OK.

While Beth was doing this Clair came up to the cross. She reached down and grabbed some of his pubic hairs and gave them a tug. Donald was not a very hirsute person. What hair he had on his legs was light colored and barely noticeable, but he did have a nice bush of pubes. He sometimes wondered if it was the results of fertilizing it with sperm from his years of masturbation. Whatever reason it was full dark and never been trimmed. Clair gave it a second pull and gave him a smirk and went to a small duffle and withdrew a couple of items and then handed one of them to Beth. It was a small squeeze bottle. She brought it over to where Donald hung and squirted it on his pubes. She then rubbed it in to his crotch covering his cock and balls with foam. Clair approached him with the second item. He couldn't quite make it out until she deftly flicked her wrist and the shining metal of the straight razor snapped out.

"I can't imagine you having ever been shaved with this kind of blade. You haven't got much beard and you probably just use when of those plastic pieces of shit. Something like this makes something as mundane as shaving a little more..." she paused a moment looking for the right word "...terrifying."

She squatted down in front of him and took his softening penis in her hand. At first she angled the blade down like she was going to castrate him. He could feel the cold steel and didn't think it would take much to cut through the meat but after a couple of seconds she readjusted the blade and pushed it up leaving a bare patch where soap and hair had just been. It took about a minute for her to remove the hair above and around his cock. Next she started working on his ball sack. This was a bit harder (and scarier). She had to pull the skin taught. She was none to gentle. She used her nails to get a good grip on the soap covered skin. After another minute she was done with it much to Donald's relief.

She stepped back looking at her work. Beth came over with a towel and wiped away any remaining soap. Apparently pleased with her work she said to Beth;

"Do his pits."

His armpits didn't have as much hair as his pubes but there was some. Beth took the soap bottle and worked up a lather and then she took the blade and approached Donald.

"Take your time" Claire said. "We don't want another incident."

This brought a titter from the audience. Donald hoped it was a joke.

She came to him and looked him in the eye. "Don't move. Don't worry but don't move."

"Her hand came up with the shiny blade and moved towards his pit. She seemed calm enough to him but her hand didn't look as steady as he would have wanted. His cock hadn't been hard for a while and this wasn't helping.

The first stroke was slow and deliberate. She seemed to have a bit more confidence on the second and third. It took six to get all the hair and six more on the other side. She took the towel and wiped the remnants and then stepped back to inspect her work At this point Donald was relieved to see her put the blade away.

Both women left the platform leaving Donald on the cross all alone with fifty sets of eyes looking at him. He knew some might find him an object of ridicule but he also knew there were lots who had been here before him and there were lots who would like to be up there now. He was content. He relaxed and waited for what was next,

He saw Clair approach Margaret and saw Margaret hand Clair a small package. Clair showed it to the audience before Donald was able to see it. Some laughed, some made other sounds. When he saw what she had in her hand he understood. He made some sounds to.

Claire came up to him and took his cock and balls in her hand and slit it through a clear plastic hoop. His erection had subsided a bit out of exhaustion but started to stir again. Clair signaled to Beth who came over with a glass of ice water and dumped it on his crotch which quickly shrank his member down, She quickly dried him off and Clair put the second part of the device, a plastic sheath, over it and in a second snapped a small padlock closed taking Donald's cock away from him.

"Thank you for your attention" Clair said to the audience. There was a nice applauds and the crowd broke up heading to other activity. Donald wondered if he was going to be left there but Beth came over and released him from his bondage. He wanted to say something to her but he had no idea what to say. She said to him;

"You did real good Babycheeks. Real good." Then she walked away.

Donald didn't know what to do. He didn't like just being naked and wandering around the place on his own. He headed for a dark corner but was intercepted by Margaret who took him into her office.

"You're becoming a featured attraction. People are sending me emails on what to do to you next."

"Oh" he said. He didn't know what to think about that.

"Come here" she said. She was leaning against the desk as she had been earlier. He walked over and stopped a foot in front of her. She took his left hand in her right and pulled him closer. Then she pulled his hand under her skirt and ran it up her thigh. His cock tried to get hard but the cage limited what it could do. It hurt. Both a good hurt and a bad hurt. She continued guiding his hand up her thigh until it was just below her vaginal lips. She stopped and maneuvered to fold all his fingers closed except for his index finger which she left pointing the way. She then continued guiding it up. A shock went through his body as it made contact. She wore no panties, she felt shaven but there was the a tiny bit of stubble. It was hot and moist and slippery. She stopped at the first knuckle. She was starring in his eyes when she said;

"Wiggle it."

He did and there was a moan of pleasure but then she withdrew it and guided it up to his lips. She never stopped staring into his eyes. She first rubbed his finger on his lips and then he opened his mouth and put his finger into it.

"See when you are good, good things happen to you. Now get dressed and go home."

He started to turn toward his clothes but stopped and turned back. "What about this. Do you have the key?"

"Me? Why would I have the key? Mistress Clair put it on you."

"Should I ask her?"

"I don't think she has it anymore. She was going to give it to someone. I don't know who. If it's any consolation I'm pretty sure she said "she" so it is probably a women who has the key but I can't guarantee it."

He needed a few seconds to process this. He was locked in a chastity cage by a women know as "Don't Care Clair. He didn't know who had the key now but there was the possibility it was a man. And he had no idea how long he would have to wear it. A day? Two days? Not three. He couldn't be expected to wear this thing for three days.

As if reading his mind Margaret said;

"I know she currently has a guy locked in one of them for about three months. But I don't think it will be that long. But..." she let that trail off. "Get dress, go home I'm sure someone will be in touch soon. Good night godson.

As he left a few minutes later a pair of eyes followed him to the door. In their hand was a small key. In their mind plans were being made. Nasty nasty plans.


Part 4 (added: 2013/06/30)

By Wednesday Donald resigned himself to wearing the cage until next Saturday night at Thorns. He reasoned that however had the key would leave him to suffer for a week, and suffer he did and then make a big humiliating display out of releasing him in front of a crowd. So when he received the e-mail from the club that due to a fire in the building the club would be closed this week and possibly the next he started to worry. He couldn't believe he would have to endure this for more than a week but he could see how that was a real possibility. He called his aunt expressing his concern for the club. She told him that the club wasn't damaged but the fire department were still doing the inspections. The moment the subject of his chastity came up she cut him off.

"The only affect I can have on that is to get the time extended through Clair. I do not know who has the key and I do not know what their plan is and I really don't care. You have been getting pretty much what you wanted for the last month so now you can't have your fun and then spend the week jerking off over it. Too fucking bad. Man up Donald or go find another playpen." He started to say "Yes Mistress" but she had already hung up.

Donald was on summer break from school and had the house to himself as his mom was away for the week with a new boy friend. Without the cage this would have been prime jerk off time. He had acquired a few toys to aid in his cock spanking. One of his favorite methods involved a small butt plug (amazing what you can buy from Amazon), a ball gag made from a small hard rubber ball and a stocking and some self bondage with an ice release method. He could watch some nasty internet porn and not be able to cum until after an hour of frustration. But now that hour was days long and he had no idea when it would end. He was one sad, sad subbie. And then on Thursday night there was a ray of hope.

He was sitting in his room playing a game on his X-Box trying to keep his mind off his dick with little success when he heard his phone play the text message sound. It came from a blocked number and he was about to ignore it but he decided to see what it was. The message was simple.

"I have the key."

He tried to reply back but the message would not go to the blocked number so he waited hoping they weren't waiting on a reply from him. It was over an hour before he received the second text.

"Read your e-mail."

He immediately signed on to the account he used for kink. He saw it right away. It was from Keyholder101@Live.com. The message was short.

"If you want to get out of the chastity device then you will do as you are told. Your first task is to take a picture of yourself naked wearing lipstick and send it to this email account. It must have a clear picture of your face. Be sure to shave your pubes. You have one hour to accomplish this. There will be a one day extension of chastitynfor each hour you are over. Do not e-mail me without the picture."

A naked picture of him with his cock locked up and wearing lip stick! That is a point of no return. Whoever had that would own him but what if he refused, what would she (he hoped it was a she) do. He worried over it for 20 minutes before deciding he had no choice but to comply.

He went into his bathroom and took out his razor. It had only been four days since the public shaving and he had little re-growth but it was enough that he had to attend to it. He spread some foam on it and gave it a quick but careful shave. When he was done he looked at the clock and realized a half hour had already passed. He had to hurry. One worry he had in the back of his head was the lip stick. It would have to be his mothers but besides the creepy factor of wearing his mom's makeup, he wasn't sure what she had or where she kept it. He was sure she took her makeup with her and he had no idea if anything was left behind. Her bathroom had a area for a woman to fix herself up and that was where he began. It had a couple of drawers. He searched them but found nothing. Next he went into her bedroom and looked around, nothing obvious so he had to look deeper and started going through her drawers and then her closet. He had 15 minutes left and he was getting disparate. She had a bunch of purses on a shelf in her closet and he started to going through them in the hopes that on old lipstick had been forgotten. It was the last bag all the way in the back when he found something. It was a black zippered bag. He opened it and reached in and pulled out a small cylindrical object but it wasn't a lip stick. It was a small vibrator. Realizing where it could have been he dropped it immediately. He kept exploring. There was also a silky piece of cloth also in the bag. He took it out to get it out of the way and discovered it was a pair of tiger striped crotchless panties. OK, this was her sex bag, It also had various lubs, a much larger vibrator, a butt plug twice the size of his own(!) an illustrated book on female masturbation and a small bag with the kind of make-up his mom would never wear. To his relief there was a gold tube with a quarter inch of deep red lip stick. He had seven minutes.

He took the lipstick back to his bathroom and carefully put it on, if he was going to wear lipstick he wanted it to look good. It was very weird to be putting on his mothers lipstick especially since it was connected with some kind of secret sex life. Next he set up his camera and used the self timer to take several pictures. He tried several different poses hoping to find one that didn't look too much like him but no luck, they were all clear and identifiable. He picked one and uploaded it to his PC and then he sent it to keyholder101@live.com . He had 2 minutes to spare. He sat and waited for an hour but received no further instructions so he went back to his mom's room and put the stuff away, He tried to look through the masturbation book, it featured drawings of a woman doing various things to her pussy with many different objects but he kept seeing his moms face in the illustrations and quickly put it away.

The next morning he received another text. When the notification happened he jumped. This was from a number he didn't recognize but the message told it was her (maybe him but hopefully her).

"Save this number. Use keyholder as the name."

He responded:

DONALD: "I did as you asked. Mistress."

KEYHOLDER: "Do you think I am a Mistress.

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

KEYHOLDER "Would you be disappointed if I turned out not to be?"

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

Five minutes passed before the next text. Donald considered the implications of the previous text.

KEYHOLDER: "The last time I saw you naked you looked a little flabby. I want you to go down to the lake a run 3 laps around it. I will be watching."

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

When he received no other messages he went to the lake. The running path was paved asphalt and was posted as being .66 of a mile around. Three laps would be two miles. Donald had never been an athlete but he did run track the first couple of years in high school but that was around 5 years ago. So the idea of running two miles was somewhat daunting even without his junk flopping around in its plastic sheath. But before he started out he looked around to see if he recognized anyone or if anyone was watching him but the lake area was crowded and he couldn't find anyone suspicious. So he started out. He started with what he thought was an easy pace at first, one he felt he could sustain the entire run. But he couldn't. About halfway around the lake his legs started getting heavy, a little while later he was short of breath by the time he finished the first lap he was doing little more than walking. His phone received a text message.

KEYHOLDER: "WTF was that?"

DONALD: " I am sorry Mistress. I hadn't run in a long while."

KEYHOLDER: "Unacceptable. Get going on the second lap."

DONALD: " I don't know if I can make it."

KEYHOLDER: "I just posted you pic to reddit.com/r/bdsmgw I will remove it when you finish the third lap."

He went to the website to see if she was telling the truth. To his dismay not only was the picture there but she had cropped a version showing a close up of his face.

DONALD: "I don't know if can do it"

KEYHOLDER: "The longer it takes the longer it is out there. If you want to finish tomorrow that is up to you."

DONALD: "I'll try."

He started running at a very slow pace. It might have been a hit of adrenaline from the blackmail or maybe just his body getting a second wind but he was able to complete the second lap fairly easily although he had several pains. He did not stop, he just started the third lap. This one was hard, whatever extra he had in the tank was now gone. He had to stop twice to catch his breath. On the second break his phone went off.

KEYHOLDER: "You're such a cunt. Take your time. People like your pic. Going to put your name on it in 5 minutes and your phone number after that..

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

He ran as best he could. It was more than five minutes to finish though. He checked the website again and his picture was still there with his first name and his initial. Three people had commented on it. His phone rang.

KEYHOLDER: "Did you check the site."

DONALD. " Yes. Mistress"

KEYHOLDER: "Want me to remove it?"

DONALD. "Yes Mistress"

KEYHOLDER: "Get down on your knees."

DONALD. "Yes Mistress"

KEYHOLDER: "Turn so you back's to the lake."

DONALD. "Yes Mistress"

KEYHOLDER: "Call this number and beg me to remove it."

DONALD. "Yes Mistress"

Donald was off to the side. A few people looked at the kneeling boy curiously but for the most part people went about their own thing. For his part he tried to make it look like he was stretching. He dialed the phone number. Someone picked up but didn't say anything.

Donald said;

"Mistress, this is Donald. I would very much like you to remove the picture of me that you posted. Please I beg you Mistress. Please please please. I beg you."

He heard her phone hang up. He started to go back to the car when he received a text.

KEYHOLDER: "You beg like a cunt too. It is gone.

DONALD. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

He did not hear from her again that day.

At seven am the next morning he received a text.

KEYHOLDER. "Northvale Mall, noon. You'll need about $50."

DONALD: "Yes Mistress.

KEYHOLDER. "Take the bus. Leave your car at home"

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

The Northvale Mall was the largest mall in the area. It was two towns away and getting there by bus was not going to be that easy but nothing with this person had been. He left his house at 9:30 and took two buses to get him there. He received a text during his trip telling him to be in the food court at 12. It took an hour and a half to get there. He found a place to watch the food court prior to noon hoping to get a glimpse of a familiar face. He thought he knew a face or two but couldn't be sure. At 5 to 12 he went into the very crowded food court and stared at his phone. It wasn't until a quarter after he got the text.

KEYHOLDER. "Go to Victoria's Secret and buy a pair of bright red lacy panties and return to where you are. Keep the bag displayed proudly."

Notching up the humiliation again. He didn't know what to say.

DONALD: "Yes Mistress. What size?"

KEYHOLDER. "Your size stupid."

DONALD: "Yes Mistress"

The Victoria's Secrets was on the other side of the mall. It was large and crowded, mostly women, some with a man in tow looking a bit uncomfortable. He tried to look nonchalant but he didn't think he was pulling it off. He didn't know where to begin. He wasn't about to ask anyone where he could find a pair of red panties in his size. By now he was sure everyone was looking at him and knew why he was there. Finally he spotted a table with a display of panties. The red one stuck out and he immediately picked up a pair. The size said small. He really had no idea what size panty he wore but he was pretty sure he wasn't a small. He put the panties in his hand down and started to take another pair which he hoped were larger when a woman's voice said:

"May I help you?"

Donald looked up to see a very large breasted woman looking at him. She was about 40 and showed a lot of cleavage. Her name tag said her name was Nola. She did not look friendly.

"I I I'm looking for a medium."

She looked down at his waist and then back up at him:

"These run small, maybe a large would be better."

Donald was totally flustered now. He said OK. She found a pair in that size. It was a thong with a flower design in the lace.

"I'll take it to the cashier, you can pay her there."

She walked through the store dangling the panties from her hand like a red warning flag. She put the panties behind the counter and Donald got in line and waited his turn When he got to the head of the line he was confronted by a very pretty young woman about his age. She held up the panties and said in a fairly loud voice:

"These yours?"

He chocked out a yes and she smiled sweetly at him while she rang him up. She put the panties in a larger than necessary pink Victoria's Secrets bag and handed it to him. He thought he was done and headed through the exit but as he went through the door an alarm went off and as people both inside the store and out in the mall all looked at him he had to return to the cashier and have someone remove a tag. When he was finally out of the store he went back to the food court and waited for his next instructions with the large "Think Pink" bag in his hand. A text came.

KEYHOLDER: "Go to the men's room at the food court and put the panties on. Put your jockeys in bag."

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

"Shit!" he said. Last thing he wanted to do was have to change in one of the stalls in this very crowded mall.

He made his way to the mens room and it was as crowded as the rest of the mall. The restroom had 4 toilet stalls, 3 regular and 1 handicap, All were empty so he went to the handicap one but discovered the lock was broken so he had to make do with the regular stall. The problem was that if he changed in a normal way most of his action could be seen from the ankles down and that would include pulling on the red panties. So he would have to do it while sitting with his legs in the air. He started by hanging the bag on a coat hook and than proceeded to pull down his pants like anyone who was going to take a dump. Then came the hard part. He had to sit on the toilet lift his legs out of sight, take off his sneakers, take off his pants and underpants, put on the panties, pants and sneakers. It took him five minutes and he was pretty exhausted from holding his legs up. As soon as he exited his phone chimed.

KEYHOLDER: "Done?"

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

KEYHOLDER: "Go out exit by Macy's. Wait at curb with bag in front of you.

DONALD: "Yes Mistress."

He did as instructed and waited. Several times cars pulled and let people out or picked someone up but nothing for him until after 10 minutes a black VW GTI with tinted windows pulled up in front of him and sat there for a a few seconds. He wasn't sure what to do so he just tried to see through the tinted windows when the passenger side window rolled down and woman's voice said "Get in". He opened the door and looked inside at his tormentor.

"Hi Babycheeks" said Beth.


Finale (added: 2013/10/11)

"It's you!" Donald said as he stared dumbly at her.

"Who did you think it was" she replied. "Now get your ass into the car. We got shit to do."

Donald got in. It was a nice car. Black leather seats as would be befitting a would-be dominatrix and manual transmission. As soon as he got in and buckled his seatbelt she put the car in first and headed out the mall parking lot.

"Did you suspect it was me?" she asked.

"No" he relied then quickly added "Mistress."

"Why not.? I top you at Thorns and you know I helped Mistress Clair with you last week so why wouldn't I be the first one on your list."

He didn't know how to answer that so he just mumbled a "I don't know...Mistress."

"I think it is because you don't think of me as a Domme. You think I am just a little sub without the balls to be anything else. Maybe I can play a little with a crowd supporting me but I can't do it one to one. You even have to remind yourself to say Mistress everytime. Am I right?"

Emotions had crept into her voice and he was starting to wonder if she was talking to him or herself. He also wondered if she was crazy."

"No Mistress I don't think of you that way at all. I am a submissive and believe all women are superior to me and should be obey. I am honored to be here with you." It was a lie. He thought of her just the way she said.

She turned her body a bit to look at him. She was wearing a pair of black jeans and a dark grey t-shirt. She had on white sneakers. She had short dirty blond hair and wore a pair of small gold hoop earrings. When she turned towards him he saw the chain with the small key hanging around his neck.

"Really? Let's see. Give me your hand."

They were out of the parking lot and heading for the interstate. Donald extended his left hand to her, she let go of the gear shift and took it in her right and brought it up to her mouth. Pursing her lips she let a long dollop of saliva drip out of her mouth and onto his hand.

"Smear that on your face Babycheeks."

He did so without hesitation. When he was done she repeated the process except this time she made him lick it up. By now they were on the highway heading north out of the city.

She said nothing for five minutes.

"May I ask where we are going?"

"No."

Twenty minutes into the drive they were out of the city and heading into a much less populated area.

"There is a bag on the back seat get it."

It was a small green gym bag. He retrieved it. She told him to open it. In it was a pair of hand cuffs and a pair of wraparound sunglasses.

"Put the cuffs on then the glasses."

When he did so he found that she had spray painted the glasses making them a virtual blindfold.

They drove like that for an hour. She drove fast. He wondered what a cop would say about the cuffs if she was pulled over. Eventually he felt them getting off the interstate and then turning onto what felt like a poorly paved road and then he heard the sound of a the car driving over a gravel driveway. They stopped.

"Take of the shades and get out."

As he did he looked around. North of the city was a recreation area with several lakes and lots of vacation cabins. That is where he believed he was. Some of the lakes had multi million dollar homes on the lake front but the cabin he stood in front of was not one of them. It was small with no lake in sight. It was set back from the road 100 yards in a small clearing. From where he stood he could se no other homes.

"Get the stuff out of the back of the car and bring it inside."

There was a duffle bag and a cooler. He brought the bag in first. He couldn't tell what was in it but he could feel various objects and he could guess what they were. Then he went back to get the cooler. This was trickier with his hands cuffed but he eventually managed to drag it in.

The cabin was pretty simple. There was one main room with a small kitchen along one wall and bathroom with a shower and toilet. There was also a stairway leading up to a sleeping loft with a low ceiling. At first look someone might think it was just a sparsely furnished room with a futon and a table and chair. But on closer examination they would notice a couple of things. First of all the furniture was pretty heavy duty. The table and chairs was heavy oak, old stuff, nothing you would get at Wal-Mart. The futon had multiple eyehooks and other tie downs along the frame. There were also several metal rings set into walls. Above him were exposed beams.

As he looked around Beth unpacked the duffle bag onto the dining table. It was as he suspected it was filled with toys. There were several floggers and a single tail whip. There was also a gag, a butt plug, nipple clamps, a leather posture collar trimmed in lace, several lengths of chain and rope. Lots and lots of rope. When she had unpacked most of the bag she looked up and said;

"Strip down to your new panties."

He removed his shoes and socks and then his pants. Because he was cuffed he was unable to remove his shirt so she removed one so he could slip the t-shirt off over his head but then re attached it.

She took a step back and gave him a once over. She walked around him to see the panties from different angles. Finally she was satisfied.

"Good job on the panties. They seem to fit just right and they are very pretty. Have you worn panties before?"

The answer to that was yes. He had found a pair in a laundromat at school and had kept them. They were just white cotton with a little lace around waist but he found them thrilling to wear under his clothes. This was prior to Thorns and had been his little secret. His only disappointment was that they had already been laundered when he found them.

"No" he said "I never wore panties before."

"No? I think you're lying. Someone into humiliation like you are I am sure you would have spent a lot of time in girly clothes pretending you were being forced to. Never dressed in any of your mommy's panties?"

Wearing his mom's underwear would have been too creepy even for him but she was right about the forced fem fantasies.

"No I never did that."

"Well maybe later I will torture it out of you. But we have some other stuff to do now." She pointed at his pile of clothes on the floor. "Gather up your shit and take them out to the car." She indicated his discarded clothes on the floor. He picked them up and headed to the door. He did not like the idea of going outside dressed like this. There were no houses around and the cabin was set back from the road but there were lots of places someone could be spying on them form the brush. And as much as he enjoyed public play at the club it was something entirely different to be seen like this by non BDSM folk.

He took his clothes out to the car and put them in the back seat. When he got back to the door she told him to remove the panties and put them in the car also. After he did he heard her remotely lock the door. As he approached the steps she said;

"On your knees Babycheeks."

He got down and crawled the last few yards, up the steps and onto the porch. She was waiting for him at the door.

"Kiss my feet."

She was barefoot now. He lowered his head and kissed the toes on her right foot. After a minute he switched to the other foot.

"I want to feel some tongue."

He extended his tongue and licked her feet. She had been wearing socks and they were a bit sweaty and a bit stinky but that didn't stop him from totally enjoying what he was doing. At one point she turned around and raised her foot so he was able to lick the bottom. She had picked up some the the detritus from the floor and he felt it stick to tongue as he licked but he didn't care. He was in heaven. He felt his dick getting hard and then the frustration as it swlling was stopped by the plastic sheath. After five minutes of this she told him to stop and she went into the house. He followed her in on all fours.

"Go sit in that chair" she said as she pointed at one of the dining chairs she had moved so that it faced one of the walls. She tied several loops of rope around his chest and the back of the chair then tied his cuffs to it preventing him from being able to reach his dick. She also tied his ankle to each chair leg. Her final detail was a ball gag inserted deep in his mouth and buckled. He sat there for a few seconds while she did something behind his back. At first he wasn't sure what she was doing and then her shirt dropped down onto his lap followed by her bra. She was getting undressed. Her pants came next and finally her panties but they didn't drop down onto the pile on his lap. These were placed over his face with a very wet and very smelly crotch right over his nose.

"Enjoy those for awhile. I am going to go take a shower."

He sat in the chair for almost an hour as she took a long leisurely shower. He was able to see out of the leg wholes in the panties but all he could see was the wall. The smell of her cunt became his whole world. He wanted to reach his dick so bad. Even locked away he could still get a little relief but that wasn't to be.

He was pretty lost in the aroma when he realized she was standing behind his chair. She didn't say anything but she grasped the side of the chair and pulled backwards. He thought he was going to fall but she kept control of the chair and lowered him gently to the ground. About halfway down he saw she was naked. He had seen her like that several times at Thorns so this wasn't something new, but it was. She was naked for him. She stood over him with a foot on each side of his head. He looked up but her legs weren't spread very far and her thighs were a bit chunky so he couldn't see her lower lips very well. She reached down and pulled the panties off his face and threw them aside.

"If I ask you some questions, some very personal questions, will you answer them honestly." she said.

"I'm not in much of a position to lie" he said with a smile.

She knelt down besides him and took his face in her hand and squeezed.

"No. Not a game. I want you to be honest with me."

He realized she was being serious.

"OK. I will answer or not answer the question. But I won't lie."

"That's fair" she said. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"No".

"Do you have any social life outside of Thorns?"

"Not really. I have a few friends from school. But if I don't look them up, they don't look for me. I haven't seen much of them lately".

"Do you jerk off when you get home after Thorns?"

"Yes."

"Do you like to think about what you saw? Do you like to think about the other men being whipped or humiliated?"

"If it is a scene that I like I guess I do. I saw older woman, like my mom's age topping a guy. He was cuffed and had a collar and leash on his cock and balls and they were leading him around and letting others spank him with paddles and stuff. Sometimes they made him get on his knees and kiss feet or people's asses. Some of those people were men. I don't know if he was bi or anything but I like to think he wasn't and was doing it just out of submissiveness".

"Did you jerk off over that?"

"Yes but..." his voiced trailed off.

"But what? When you thought about it, it was you not him."

"Yeah" he said after awhile.

"Do you ever jerk off thinking about me."

He though about that for a second before responding;

"I can honestly say I have. But it was you as a submissive. But I think after today that will change."

"Good answer. I am going to untie you now. Open your mouth."

When he did she pushed the dirty panties in. She spent awhile untying him. She inflicted same pain but not a lot. A nipple twist here and ball squeeze there. Etc. When she was done and he got back on his feet she had him go over to the bed and lean over it. She used a two inch strap to give him a half dozen red welts telling him it was something to think about next time he jerked off.

"OK stand up and face me." He did. She could see his dick straining in its plastic case. "Does that hurt?" she asked.



'You have no idea. But it's not pain like a nipple tweak. It is just constant pressure and low level pain, and of course a level of horniness like I never had before."

"But you don't cum?"

"No. I haven't cum since before you put this on me. Will you take it off me?".

"Well all you have to is make me happy."

"How can I do that?" he said with a note of hope in his voice.

She pushed him out of the way and climbed up on the bed. She laid back and pulled her legs up and spread them revealing her wide open sex glistening with her lust.

"Come here," she said. When he did she said, "Put your face real close to my cunt, but don't touch it."

He had to climb up on the bed to do what she told him. He crawled between her legs and got in position.

"Take a deep breath. Smell me."

He did. He thought the cage would explode off his cock. It was a swampy smell but not overpowering. There was also the aroma of a scented soap from her shower..

"Now stick out your tongue out and run it slowly up down the lips."

He did this for a few minutes. She only had a small "landing strip" of brown pubic hair over her sex but it must have been a few days since she shaved and there was a bit of stubble. As he licked he heard her breathing change a bit. A little shallower then before. When she spoke her voice was just a little less steady.

"Start slowly going up and down the center and start pushing your tongue forward."

He followed her instructions running his tongue up and down and slowly pushing it deeper into her sex. He felt her start to wiggle and she stopped talking and he knew all she could think about the feeling between her legs. When his tongue was about halfway in he curled it up and went hunting.

In theory he knew where the clitoris was but theory was reality so he started poking and hoping. Suddenly she let out a gasp and he knew he found his target. As he licked his new friend she gave him short instructions;

"Faster"

"Slower"

"Harder"

Then;

"Fuck. Fuck. Oh Funk cunt cunt cocksucker....ahhhh."

She came real real hard... but she wasn't done. Over the next forty-five minutes she made Donald bring her to orgasm 8 or nine times. At some point it was hard to tell where one ended and the next one began.

When she was done Donald was drenched. He wasn't sure how much was her cum, piss or sweat but all he could smell, taste and feel was her. The position they ended on was a "69" with her on top. She collapsed on him and laid there for some time. Before eventually rolling off of him.

"You're a fucking mess. C'mon."

She took him into the shower. She had him put his hands on his head and taking down the shower head she washed all her lust off him. After his shower and she used his towel to dry him off. She gave him an oversized t-shirt, the kind woman wear as a cover-up on the beach or sometimes to bed. This one was pink with flowers. She gave him some instructions about getting dinner ready and then she took a shower.

She took a half hour and he was surprised to see her fully dressed when she came out. He thought maybe they would just lay around all evening, she couldn't possibly want more sex could she?

Over dinner he asked;

"Did I earn my freedom?"

"From the cage? Almost. Have one more little task for you and then it's home free. Now shut up and eat your pasta."

"One more task? I thought I..."

He stopped speaking when she got up from the table. She picked up the handcuffs he had worn earlier and cuffed his hands behind his back. He did not protest. Then she took his plate of pasta and put it on the floor next to her chair.

"Now you will get down on all fours and eat it like a fucking dog. Any more shit from you and I will dump it in the yard and make you it off the ground. OK?"

He said nothing just did what she said. At one point she put her foot on the back of his head and pushed it into the plate covering his face with the sauce.

When he finished it to her satisfaction she took off his cuffs and had him cleanup the dishes, not allowing him to clean his face until he was done. When he was done she ordered him to take off his t-shirt.

"I have to pee. While I'm doing that I want you to put these on."

"These" were a bra, garters and fishnet stockings all black. He really didn't like the looks of this but this was going to be his last thing before freedom so he readily took on the task.

When she came of the bathroom he stood waiting for her. She brought a wooden paddle with her. She examined him.

"This stocking is very crooked." Whack. She hit his ass with the paddle.

"So this one." Whack whack. She hit the other cheek.

"And the garter is twisted hear in the back." Whack whack whack.

She adjusted his clothing and then told him to put his shoes on. He started really worrying now. Shoes probably meant going outside. It was dark now so that was good but it probably also meant she would be more bold. He had no idea how bold but he started get the idea when she had him get into the car.

By this time he knew not to question what he was told to do so he sat quietly next to her for the short drive. They went down the side road the cabin was onto the main road. A left turn would have taken them the way they originally came. Beth turned right. One car passed them heading in the opposite directions. When Donald ducked down Beth laughed at him. After a few minutes she pulled to the side of the road, stopped and got out of the car. She came around to the passenger side and opened the door.

"OK boy," she said "get out".

Donald took a deep breath and swallowed hard before slowly obeying.

"OK here's the situation. Down the road is a popular restaurant and bar. People will be heading down there soon so you need to get going. Did you count the number of side streets we passed?"

"No. I didn't' think..."

"Probably should have. Anyway our cabin is on Laurel, this is Main. We are about a half mile from Laurel and the cabin is about a quarter mile up the road. Guessing it should only take you about 20 minutes. Now turn around."

He was somewhat numb with the realization that she was going to leave him to run back to the cabin naked except for the bra and stockings. Obeying her he turned. She put her hand cuffs on one wrist and then the next, making his task all the worse.

She turned him and put her hands on his shoulders, pulled him close and said very softly;

"And when you get back I will take the cage off."

And then she kissed him. Their tongues met for just an instance and the she pulled away. Got in the car and drove off.

He watched the lights hoping to see her turn so he would have some idea of how far he had to run but the road curved and soon the car was out of sight. He looked around and took in the area. There were street lights every 50 feet or so. He was half way between two of them and would be very visible from any passing car. There was about a twenty foot clearing running between the road and a wooded area. He though maybe he could just take a few steps into the woods so as not to be viewable from passing cars but that wasn't going to work, the brush was too thick and there were thorny bushes everywhere. He decided he had to get going and staying close to the tree line he headed back.

He wanted to run but the ground was uneven and he had his hands cuffed behind his back and he didn't want to fall. Falling would be bad so he settled for a slow careful jog. No cars came by for the first couple of minutes but as he approached the third light pole he saw a car coming. There was a tree nearby and he was able crouch down behind it until the car passed but as soon as he stood up a second car and then a third passed. All three cars were heading towards the restaurant. He waited a minute and started to off again. After a minute and only a hundred feet he glanced over his shoulder and saw a car coming from the other direction. This time there was no convenient tree to hide behind. The car was getting closes and Donald realized his only chance was to lie down in the weeds and hope no one noticed him. He was sure his ass was showing but the car drove by with incident. Getting up was hard and painful on his knees but he eventually was upright and ran to the next tree and hid behind it while he caught his breath. His body was covered with dirt and little stones. He looked down and realized that his dick had been protected from the ground by the plastic cage. Well that was something. He looked down the road and picked his next hiding place. It was a large bush out a few feet from the rest of the brush. It was about 50' away and would only take him a few seconds of exposure to reach it. He looked both ways, saw nothing coming and took off. His next target was a tree about 100' away. It wasn't very big and if a car came by he would have to keep adjusting his position to keep the tree between him and the car. If a car came from the other direction he would be fucked. But he was lucky and no one drove by. But now he had a big problem. The further down the road he went the closer he got to the bend in the road where he couldn't see what was coming. Also there was no real cover between the bend and where he huddled behind the tree. He had no choice but to run into the brush. It wasn't as bad as he thought. There was a path of sorts and he followed as far as he could. It led him around the bend and dangerously close to the road where he saw a car approaching from behind. Donald stepped back to where he nthought he would be safe but to his horror the car slowed then stopped almost directly in front of him.

"Did they see me," he thought. "What will they do to me?"

The car was about 10' in front of him. All four doors opened and four young men got out. He was afraid they would come into the brush and grab him. Would they call the cops? Beat him? Fuck him? He dwelled on that last one for a second as he crouched down and pushed back into a the bushes and prickly plants. The little pains went unnoticed as he watched the four young men unzip there flys and take their dicks out and start pissing. They were drunk and loud and now only 6' in front of him but he was behind a bush and squatted down. A thorny plant dug into his balls and ass. Their piss came out in golden arches and drenched the vegetation and ground directly in front of him. He wasn't sure but he thought maybe some of it splashed on him. After a minute that seemed like an hour they finished up, put their cocks away and left.

Donald stayed huddled down for a minute, somewhat paralyzed but also trying to figure out a way to get out of his hiding place without going through their piss. There wasn't any so he traipsed through the stink and wetness and get back on his journey.

From that point on it was pretty uneventful. There was plenty of cover and he was able to cover the rest of the distance to the turn with few problems. The last quarter mile was along a dark road with several homes but little activity. He could see the lights of their cabin and also could see the end of his task.

It had been about 45 minutes since she had dropped him off and she was a little worried. She wasn't so sure this was a great idea. She wanted establish herself as a hardcore bitch but if something went wrong he would be fucked and so would she. Then she saw movement in the yard and she let out a sigh of relief. She turned the outside lights.

Donald also let out a sigh of relief as he came into the yard. It was dark until he headed for the entrance when a light came on over the door. He didn't stop. He just wanted to get inside. He was he was tired and covered in dirt and piss. He didn't know what to do at the door. She must know he was out there because she turned the light on so he wen submissive and knelt down and waited. She only left him out there for a few minutes before opening the door and letting him enter.

"You smell like piss".

He told her the story of his odyssey. Much of which she found very funny as a hardcore bitch would. When he finished she unlocked his cuffs and sent him to take a shower using the products she had left for him. He stood in the shower for five minutes just letting the hot water roll down his body. The soaps and shampoos Beth had left him were all flowery smelling women's products, but anything was better than the smell of piss. He washed himself three time before he felt clean. He eventually stepped out of the shower. On the toilet was a big fluffy and warm towel. She must have put it into the cabins dryer for a minute. This he felt was a good sign. Sitting on top of the towel was a pink lacey baby doll top and a bottle of woman's perfume. He dried himself, put on the top and a bit of the perfume and stepped out into the bedroom where Beth was waiting for him.

She was wearing a black floor negligee. It hung open, she wore nothing else. In her hand was the chain with the key hanging off of it. The covers on the bed were pulled back in a very inviting way.

"Come here slave," she said

Donald approached her.

"Lay down on the bed."

He did. She came over to him. She was perfumed too, but she wore something different. While his was flowery and effeminate, her was musky and if not masculine at least it was more like what the alpha partner would wear. She took his cock and balls in her hand and unlocked the cage. The mere act of removing it almost made him cum but she was careful. She put the cage aside and just looked at it. Free after a week and numerous failed erections it seemed to grow to the point of popping like a balloon.

"You're a virgin?" she said.

"Yes."

"You're not going to last long. Don't try to stop it just let it happen. The next one will be longer."

A he processed what she said she climbed on top of him. Taking his hard-on in hand she guided him into her. It was like no feeling he had ever had before. His cock had been so mistreated d and frustrated, his whole body so beaten and abused, himself subjected to one humiliation after another. It was all forgotten now as Beth slid up and down cock. The heat, the wetness... and like she said he didn't last long. Fifteen seconds to be exact. It was a gusher. As he came she grabbed his nipples and twisted them so he they were both afraid they would come off...and neither cared. Inflicting and receiving pain was good. And she was right about the second time was longer and the third time longer still. But the third time was the last one before the collapsed into deep sleep. In the morning they made love twice more before loading up the car and heading home.



Two years later Donald and Beth got married. Donald's mom thought Beth was a nice enough girl, a little older than her son but she guessed that was OK, after all she always thought he was gay. The wedding had a civil ceremony and a small reception (the couple wanted nothing else) and they retired to a hotel for what everyone assumed would be their wedding night love making. But in reality they went there to change their clothes and headed off to Thorns where the real party went all night. But that readers is a tale for another times