Only the first row was occupied, Pete counted four figures as he was led in and onto the slightly raised stage. There was a wall at the back of the stage and Pete glimpsed some kind of wooden X shape to which he was being led. Toy turned him, back to the wall and took his right wrist in her hand.
“Work with me, Pete. That would be best. No fighting back, okay? These are our colleagues.” she whispered into his ear as she raised his arm. He held it in position for her as he felt a soft leather cuff wrap around his wrist and heard and felt as it was buckled into place. Toy took his left wrist and did the same, stretching Pete’s arms wide and spread above him, forming a kind of Y shape as he stood with his legs together. But not for long, as she did the same with his ankles and soon Pete was spreadeagled, arms and legs widely parted, completely naked and exposed. His cock thumped to his heartbeat, hard as an iron bar and he felt his balls tightening in their scrotum.
“Are you comfortable, Pete?” he heard Ming’s voice.
“Thank you, Mistress Ming, I am.” He replied, knowing that any other response would not be acceptable. He was still squinting down the side of his nose, that sliver of vision allowing him tempting glimpses of the people in the seats facing him.
“There is no further need for the blindfold, Toy, you may remove it now.” Ming spoke, and Pete was gifted with the daunting sight of four unknown people seated opposite him, gaping at the naked young man before them. They were dressed in a mixture of costumes, one similar to Ming, two like the nurse’s outfit Toy had worn last time, and one in a teacher’s gown with a mortarboard hat. They were all young ladies, as far as Pete could make out, none over thirty years old, and of various ethnic backgrounds.
“Please meet our colleagues, Pete. These are the other girls who work here and they all wanted to attend your visit today. I hope you don’t mind, but frankly I don’t care if you do. You had fair warning that you would be obeying my every command today and here you are. So, enjoy the afternoon!” Ming smiled menacingly, but perhaps playfully so as she sauntered over to Pete and took his balls in her hand.
“As you know, ladies, Pete is perfectly aware of who and what I am, as he is with Toy. Let us find out a little more about him now.” Pete’s pulsing cock did not miss a beat. He was completely into whatever was happening.
“Pete was given two commands when he requested this appointment, ladies.” Ming introduced the act. “He was commanded to shave himself everywhere below the neckline. And look! He appears to have obeyed me. Regard, ladies, a totally shaved chest, nothing under the arms, smooth legs and as bald a set of cock and balls as we will ever see! Tell us slave, did you enjoy shaving your balls for me? How about your anus? Is that shaved too? Are you an obedient slut?”
Pete was appalled to be made to answer. His shame was thrilling as he spoke up. “yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. I loved shaving myself clean for you, and I shaved my ass too. I hope I have pleased you. I want to obey your every command.” His cheeks burned with shame and his erection throbbed. He looked out at the enthralled audience and picked out a few beauties. He hoped he would see more of them at some point.
“The second instruction that Pete received was to write a letter of request to me, outlining what he would like to experience today. He handed me this letter when he arrived for his appointment. Would you like me to read it out to the gathered witnesses, Pete, or would you prefer that I read it quietly to myself?”
Oh my god! This is the worst. All these women listening to my deepest, darkest desires? This is humiliating. I can’t say no, and I’m not especially proud of what I’ve written. But, surely they are experienced, and will understand. This can’t be the first time this happened here. Why else would they have a room like this? Oh, god. My heart is pounding. So is my cock, and they can see that. Oh well.
“Please read my letter aloud, Mistress Ming, so that all the ladies here can add to my humiliation. I came here knowing I would humiliate myself in front of you and Mistress Toy. It excites me to think of being further degraded in front of your colleagues and friends.”
A hum of relief went around the room. It was often the case that a slave would be broken by an experience like this and beg to be allowed to go home. It was always the wish of the assembled staff that their client was a willing and compliant slave. Everyone should enjoy the performance, actors and audience alike, although, it was unusual for the audience in this particular arena to simply observe the procedures. Every one of them enjoyed administering harsh treatment on a willing subject, and Pete was proving to be such a one.
Ming opened the envelope Pete had given her and unfolded the single sheet of paper. She took a moment to scan through it herself and then began to read to the assembled ladies.
“Mistress Ming, your slave has come here today to submit to your commands. He is willing, but not very experienced and is likely to make mistakes. These mistakes should be punished, and if they are serious enough, he imagines that he will be punished with the cane. He accepts this.” Ming looked over to Pete, and then at her audience.
“So, we have a willing slave who accepts that he will be caned if he makes foolish mistakes. And we can already see his first mistake, ladies, can’t we. Would any of you like to point this out to us?” she invited participation from her colleagues.
A tall African girl dressed in a contrasting white nurse’s costume stood up and with a cheeky smile on her gorgeous round face pointed at Pete’s penis.
“I think the patient is forgetting his manners, Ming.” She said. “Should he not have asked for permission to allow his … his cock to grow hard like that?” she added.
There was a general murmuring of agreement amongst the girls and Pete’s cheeks burned with shame as his cock became the centre of attention, but he felt a surge of blood through it as he realised that this offence would probably earn him the cane. How many strokes, he wondered.
“You are correct, Mary.” Ming spoke to the standing girl. “A Black Mark or a Red Stripe, do you think? Bearing in mind that she who awards the punishment administers it.”
“Oh, I think this deserves a Red Strip, Ming. After all, it is a serious misdemeanour. Six hard strokes of the cane should help him to improve his manners.” The girl smiled at Pete and continued, “And I will be delighted to administer those six strokes on his naked buttocks. They looked so clear and fresh when he came in here. It will give me pleasure to change that. I like to see a naughty slave’s bottom covered in stripes after I have caned it.” She smiled triumphantly and sat down, her short skirt riding up so high, Pete was able to detect that she was wearing no panties and that she was indeed a girl. She flashed her pussy at him once more before tugging her skirt down. This knowledge did nothing to improve his manners at all.
“Good. Thank you, Mary. I shall continue reading Pete’s request.” Ming acknowledged her colleague and held up the letter once more. “Also, Mistress, your slave remembers the additional punishment for miscounting the strokes as he counted and thanked his Mistress for caning him on his first visit. He begs to be subjected to the same strict rules again this time.”
Ming raised her eyes and regarded Pete as his cheeks continued to burn. She turned to the gathering and reminded them of Pete’s last visit.
“Pete miscounted twice, ladies. I awarded him three, and then six extra strokes, as well as repeating each of the ones he miscounted. Eleven extra strokes of the cane. He did not make the same mistake again after learning that the next one would cost his buttocks a bonus of twelve, plus the repeat. That would be an even two dozen additional strokes beyond the eighteen he had earned from his bad behaviour. As it was, he appeared to enjoy the twenty-nine strokes he took. He must have, because here he is again asking for more!”
The assembled ladies all tittered and looked at Pete as he hung there on the cross, naked and exposed, with his raging erection. Another one stood up, this one dressed as the teacher. Under the mortarboard, she had short blonde hair and a pretty, yet hard face. As she turned towards Pete, her gown opened and revealed that she wore only a white diaphanous thong under it. A glimpse was enough to suggest there was no hair to cover her modesty. One succulent breast, heavy, with a thick upturned nipple remained revealed as she attempted to close the gown. Pete gasped in delight.
“Well, as a school teacher, I for one will not tolerate poor counting, so be careful, Pete, because I will be watching out for any more mistakes like that. And you know what teachers like to use, Pete, don’t you?” Pete nodded.
“Yes, Miss. Teachers like to use the cane. I accept that and I agree that poor counting deserves strict punishment.” He made the promise, but knew he was unlikely to follow through. The prospect of seeing that gown come off would be too strong to resist.
“Thank you, Miss Marx. I am sure you will ensure strict discipline in this subject.” Ming smiled knowingly. She continued reading.
“As well as being willing to submit to corporal punishment, the slave has been practicing with increasingly large dildos, having promised both Mistress Toy and Mistress Ming that he would like to experience anal penetration by both of them. He feels ready now to submit to being fucked anally. Additionally, he would like both Mistresses to cum in his mouth and to make him swallow their cum.”
When he wrote that, he had no idea there would be four more ladies listening to his shameful debasement. It seemed like a good idea at the time, humiliating himself for Toy and Ming. Now six pairs of ears were listening to his dark desires. Now they all knew beyond a doubt that he wanted to be thrashed, fucked in the ass and made to eat ladyboy cum. He was a slut, and everyone here knew it. He was surprised at the response.
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