Still Searching…

“This is just the beginning,” Kim snarled. The girl I had long thought to be so nice looked as though she might have a mean streak after all.

The girls strutted out of the room leaving me tied naked to the chair, cum dripping from my dick, and drenched in sweat and humiliation. A few minutes later when they returned I could not even bring my self to lift my head as they walked in.

“Good,” Angie jeered. “It looks as though my hot shot little brother is already learning who is boss.” Then she grabbed my chin and pulled it up so her eyes met mine. “For the next few hours we are in charge. You will address us as Mistress Angie, Mistress Christy, and Mistress Kim. Do you understand, slaveboy?”

“Yes,” I mumbled.

SMACK!

She slapped my face hard.

“What was that?” Angie asked.

I was stunned. It took me a couple seconds… “Oh! Yes, Mistress Angie,” I responded.

“Very well,” she followed, “Now we are going to untie you. When we do you are to go directly upstairs and take a shower. You stink. No slave of ours is going to stink the way you do.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded when she paused hoping that was my cue.

“Good, little brother,” she complimented. “After you are clean we want you to shave… Not just your face but your armpits and pubes as well.”

I looked up. I could not believe this.

She looked back sternly.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered once again.

Then they untied me and told me to hurry. They would be waiting for me.

As I stood to walk away Christy called out to me. “Why don’t you shave that ass of yours while you’re at it too,” she hollered.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered as they giggled to themselves and I headed to the shower.

When I arrived in the bathroom I found they had already prepared a few things for me. My towel had already been set out along with some body wash and shampoo they apparently wanted me to use. Neither were too girly, but they did have more of a scent than I was used to. In addition there were two razors out. One for my face and the other for the rest, I presumed.

I turned on the shower and quickly got in. Normally I would have given it more time to warm up, but I had to move quickly or risk agitating them further. I washed my body and hair as usual but when it came to shaving, I found it to be more difficult than I had imagined. I had to climb out of the shower briefly to retrieve a pair of scissor I knew were kept in the closet. After a few strategic snips around my under arms and nether regions, shaving became much simpler. Although simple could hardly explain what its like trying to shave your balls while someone is pounding on the door telling you to “hurry up.” Finally after a seeming eternity and several drain cleanings I was able to complete the task at hand. I got out of the shower and proceeded to shave my face at the sink.

Just as I got my face lathered up, I heard the door being unlocked from the outside. Christy quickly stepped inside. “Don’t mind me,” she said as I proceeded to shave. “I am just here to check on your progress.”

As she said this she ran her fingers across my ass and reached around front to grope my boys. “Oooh, those feel nice,” she cooed as she rolled them in her hands. “You should think about keeping them this way.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, as I held the razor away from my face enjoying the sensation of her small, soft hands cupping my freshly-groomed testicles.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered teasingly. “We still have a lot ahead of us.”

This time she leaned into me a little more than before. It was then I realized the girls had switched from alcohol to coffee. They really did intend drag my humiliation out for several hours.

Finally I finished shaving and rinsed out my blade. “Don’t you have any after shave?” Christy asked.

I nodded towards the drawer where my stuff was kept.

Quickly she retrieved the bottle and splashed some on her hands. Then immediately she moved them to my face. The aftershave lotion felt cool and soothing on my face. After that she poured a little more in her hands and motioned for me to face her. As I suspected she caressed my balls slowly; the lotion worked its way into my skin. I was so glad I never got used to the traditional aftershave with the high alcohol content. That would have burned.

Christy stepped back to review the worked I had done and determined it was satisfactory. “It does look nice like this,” she remarked. “It makes me want to play with it.”

Then from inside her waistband she pulled out a long shoe string. “Put your hands on your head,” she directed and I obeyed straightaway. She took the long black shoe string and wrapped it around the base of my genitals and then swiftly tied a knot. After that she grabbed the long end that had been hanging down and exited the bathroom pulling me steadily behind. I think I might have yelp a bit when she tugged it at one point.

Moments later I found I had been led to the garage. With my dad and mom out of town one of the stalls was empty and that is where we met up with Angie and Kim.

Christy led me to the center of the stall where Angie and Kim inspected me much like Christy had done just a couple minutes earlier. They too agreed my work was satisfactory, but while Kim spent more time inspecting my crotch and arm pits, Angie was looking over my ass. “Not bad, little brother,” she whispered in my ear as she firmly squeezed my left butt cheek, “not bad at all.”

Next Kim instructed me to put my hands together out in front of me. Then she took a long piece of rope and tied my hands together with one end. After that she threw the other end over a beam and then tied it to the riding mower to hold my hands securely in place over my head.

“He looks so helpless,” Angie laughed.

“Not helpless enough,” Christy replied. Then she grabbed a scarf and covered my eyes and tied it tight behind my head, and followed up by tying my legs to a board or pipe to keep them spread just beyond shoulder length apart. I guess this was to keep me from kicking.

“Perfect,” Christy chimed, as she stood back admiring my bondage.

An eternity seemed to pass as I stood there in the dark silence. In reality it was closer to thirty seconds.

“Are you ready?” Angie asked, standing directly in front of me.

“For what?” I responded foolishly.

“Excuse me?” she shot back.

“I mean, yes, Mistress,” I stammered.

SMACK!

I felt a hard wooden paddle across my ass, and it stung. I did my best to keep my cool.

“This is for spying on us,” Angie began.

SMACK!

“This is for seeing me naked,” Kim followed.

SMACK!

“This is for listening in on our confessions,” Christy shouted.

SMACK!

Each swat came just as hard as the previous one, but they made sure none landed in the same spot twice.

SMACK!

“This is for watching me masturbate.”

SMACK!

“This is for laughing at us while we got drunk.”

SMACK!

“This is for cumming when we told you not to.”

For several minutes my ass was beaten until it burned. Between every swat they gave a reason. Some were true others were not. It did not matter and I was in no position to argue. By the time they were done I was sure I would not be able to sit for several days. A more curious effect was that I was now hard as a rock again. Unfortunately for me my sister was the first to realize this and began to mock me for it.

“Look, ladies. He must be enjoying this,” she announced, as she pointed to my bouncing member.

“Wow! He really is hard,” Kim remarked, as she slid her hand up the length of my erection. For a moment I forgot about my blistered bottom.

“You know, it would be a shame to let that go to waste,” Christy followed up.

They all stood there for a moment in silence. It was obvious their next move rested on Angie.

“I almost hate to admit it,” Angie finally acknowledged, “but I am really turned on right now.”

Christy and Kim had heard all they needed to and quickly untied the rope holding my arms tied to the mower as well as the ones around my ankles and wrists. Just as one of them began to remove the scarf from my eyes I heard a resounding “ahem”. This must have been a cue to keep the blindfold in place.

After being set free, I felt the familiar tug of the string around my genitals as one of them had grabbed it and was leading me back into the house. One of the others followed close behind me helping me avoid obstacles by pointing my hips or warning of steps. She only whispered, so not only was I unsure of who was following, but sometimes I heard the warnings too late and tripped over a step or caught a corner with my shoulder. Finally they led me all the way back upstairs and into Angie’s room. Once inside they laid me on the bed and instructed me to hold still.

As I lay on the bed waiting for whatever was to come I struggled to listen to their plans but between their whispering and my burning ass, I found it hard to concentrate enough to decipher their conversation. Regardless, they were soon standing around the bed announcing their intentions.