Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Group, part 1, by slave michael

Mistress Trisha told me about a small party She had attended where Her and some friends had been discussing occupations. All but one of the Women were unaware that their friend Trisha was a professional Female dominant. The others not only knew but actually assisted Mistress Trisha in a few sessions. They all decided that they would come over to Trisha’s and watch a session.

i was the lucky slave for that session. i arrived to find four Women in addition to Mistress Trisha. They were Tammy (the one who assisted Mistress Trisha previously), Sharon, Robin and Janet. All, including Mistress Trisha, were dressed casually in slacks and summer tops.

Mistress Trisha escorted me into the middle of the room and presented me to the group. All the Females held glasses filled with wine and were laughing amongst themselves. Two were seated on the sofa, one in a plush easy chair and one seated on a straight-back kitchen chair. They became quiet as W/we entered the room.

“Girls, this is michael. he is here to demonstrate his submissiveness to Women. You can call him “michael” “slave” or whatever you like. he will address you as “Mistress” or “Ma’am.”

With that She pushed me to my knees and commanded me to greet each of the Superiors.

One by one, i crawled forward, bowed downed and kissed the shoes (or feet) of each Female and said, “Hello Mistress, i am slave michael. i am here to serve.”

The group howled with laughter as i made my was around. After i had completed my greetings, Mistress Trisha joined the others on the sofa and had me return to a kneeling position facing the group. She then began asking questions and making me reveal many of the humiliations and tortures i have gladly suffered under Her command.

“Who controls when you cum, slave?”

“You do, Mistress.”

“Say the phrase, slave.”

“i will only shoot my slime when Mistress Trisha gives me permission.”

The room erupted with laughter.

“What do you do with the slime when I let you squirt, slave?”

“i must always eat my own cum, Mistress.”

More howls of laughter - plus a few comments like “Ugh, disgusting” and “I want to see him eat his cum.”

“How should you be disciplined when you displease a Female, slave?”

“i should be kicked in the balls and dropped, Mistress.”

“If one of the Ladies wants to kick you in the balls what would your reactions be?”

“i would beg to be kicked in the balls, Mistress.”

“If one of these Ladies spits on the floor what would your reaction be?”

“i would beg to lick it up, Mistress.”

“When I need to pee slave, how do you assist?”

“I serve as Your urinal, Mistress. You pee directly into my mouth and i drink it down. If i don’t spill a drop sometimes You let me serve as Your toilet paper.”

“And what happens if you spill?”

“i lick up your Goddess nectar from the floor, Mistress.”

As i answered these and other questions, i looked at the other Females. The novice looked fascinated and amazed. Finally Robin spoke up.

“Can we see him do some of this? Will he really do all the things he said?”

Mistress Trisha looked at Robin and smiled. Without answering, She looked back at me and said, “Strip to your panties, slave. Show these Ladies what a panty boy you are.”

“Yes, Mistress,” i responded and was quickly out of my shoes, socks, shirt and pants. i knelt there, in front of Mistress Trisha and the four strange Women, in a pair of frilly, lacy, pink panties. Mistress Trisha had instructed me to purchase and wear this pair just for the occasion. The humiliation was next to unbearable. The Women were laughing uncontrollably and pointing at my panties. i felt my cock hardening.

“Oh my God, he’s getting hard,” Sharon observed, “he likes this.”

Mistress Trisha stood. “slave, you shall be punished for that uncontrollable cock. your balls will pay for this. Let everyone hear you beg to be kicked in the balls. Now!”

“Please Mistress Trisha, i’m sorry for not controlling my cock. Please kick me in the balls, please,” i begged and spread my knees and arched my back. Mistress Trisha paused so that everyone could see my willful submission to Her.”

“Please, please, Mistress, kick my balls. Please punish me. i beg you to kick me in the balls. Please Mistress.”

“Very well, slave, if only to shut you up.” With that, She brought her instep up and into my groin. It was only one kick, but it was hard and it met its target. i doubled over in pain as Mistress Trisha moved toward me.

“Kiss My ball kicking shoe, slave, and thank Me.” I did as told. As I kissed Mistress Trisha’s high heeled shoes, I heard another Female ask, “I’ve never kicked a man in the balls. Could I do that?”

Instantly i heard Mistress Trisha, “slave, beg Mistress Robin for a kick. Tell her how much you would be honored if She would kick you in t he balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,’ i shakily replied. “Please Mistress Robin, i am honored to offer my balls to You. i beg you to kick me in the balls. Please, Mistress, i will cherish the moment forever.”

“Ooohh boy this is great,” Mistress Robin squealed as She jumped up and came up to me as i returned to proper ball kicking position. “Can I kick him as hard as  want to?”

“Of course, but you shouldn’t until you have had some experience,” Mistress Trisha replied. “Even a medium kick will hurt like hell - balls are so sensitive - give him one about as hard as I did.”

Mistress Robin looked excited. She didn’t hesitate. With a “Take that” She drove her foot into my balls. She kicked me much harder that Mistress Trisha. i felt like i would throw up. i ended up in a fetal position, hands clutching uselessly at my balls. Through moans and sobs, i could hear Them all laughing - even Mistress Trisha as She playfully scolded Mistress Robin for kicking me so hard.

More wine was poured as they let me recover for a few minutes. Eventually Mistress Trisha spoke.

“Better now, slave? Thirsty? Come here.”

i crawled over to her. There was a small amount of wine left in Her glass. She showed it to me then brought it to Her mouth and let a large glob of spit drop into it. She asked if anyone else wanted to help quench my thirst and one by one each Woman added more spit. By the time the glass was handed back to Mistress Trisha it was two-thirds full of Female spit. Once again, all the Women were laughing as Mistress Trisha presented me with the wine glass.

“Drink up pig-boy. Show us what a good spittoon you are.”

i took the glass and drank down the spit of the 5 Women. Remembering my training, i quickly thanked each one individually for honoring me with the gift of Her spit.

As i remained kneeling in front of the group, They talked about me as if i couldn’t hear or as if i wasn’t there.

“That’s so amazing, he thanked us for spit.”

“And he’s paying for this.”

“Does he do everything You tell him?”

“he’d better - or he can’t serve Me any more.”

That brought laughter from the Women.

Mistress Trisha continued. “he really believes in Female Superiority. The most amazing thing is the effect the female body has on him. It’s unbelievable what he can be made to endure for a peek of panty or flash up a skirt. he’s such a pussyboy.”

They all laughed at me again.

“he’s helpless. Watch.”

Mistress Trisha left the room briefly then returned carrying a pair of panties and a rope. She took a seat at the opposite end of the room from the rest of the group.

“Looky, slave,” She said twirling the panties on Her finger. “Fresh Mistress panties. I just took these off and I’ve had them on all day. Panties, slave.”

“Look how hard his cock is,” Tammy remarked, “It’s poking straight out from his panties.”

“Off with those panties of yours, slave,” Mistress Trisha commanded.

i was then naked in front of the Women. i listened to their cat calls and laughs about my erection and how i could get so excited just looking at panties.

Mistress Trisha tossed me the rope and commanded me to tie up my balls. Once that was done, She pointed to a leg of the marble top coffee table and told me to tie the other end of the rope to it. That left about 2 feet of rope between my balls and the coffee table.

Still twirling the panties, Mistress Trisha asked me, “Do you want to sniff My panties, slave?”

She was more than 20 feet away. “Oh yes, Mistress, please let me smell Your heavenly panties.”

“Here they are, slave. If you want to sniff panties, you have to crawl over here. Let’s see how much you want My sacred panties.”

i began trying to crawl. The coffee table must have weighed 50 lbs. At first, i couldn’t make it budge. It was like the table was anchored in place. my balls were painfully stretched down between my legs. Mistress Trisha stood up and brought the panties to within a few inches of my face.

“Poor pussyboy, he wants it so bad.” She slowly moved the panties away from me then returned to Her chair and held them up for me to see. i strained and let out a gasp as i thought i might pull my balls off, but i got the table to move about an inch. This brought a laugh and a cheer from the rest of the Women.

“Get the panties, slave boy. Come on. Get a good sniff.”

i yelled, grunted, and sweated but got the table moving again. It took about 10 minutes but i finally reached Mistress Trisha and the panties. my balls were burning with pain. i was covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

“Very good, my little pussy boy. First, go back and untie the rope from the table - leave it attached to your balls. Then get back here for your prize.”

i was back and forth in half a minute, eager for my well earned panty sniff.

“Now the real test Ladies. Let’s see how much he’ll endure for his panty sniff. slave, you really want to sniff Mistress’s panties don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, please.”

“You know the great thing, Ladies, is that if you want to, I could tell this poor pathetic creature that I’ve changed My mind and not let him have any sniff at all. And he would beg to worship Me.”

I heard one of the Women call out for “no panty sniff.” This was followed by a round of laughter.

“Well, slave, I’ll give you your sniff, but there is one more thing I want. I really want to show everyone just how much a pathetic slave to pussy you are. So, for you sniff, you will beg Mistress Robin for one more good kick in the balls.”

Robin squealed with delight.

i couldn’t believe it. As much as i take pride in always trying to obey Superior Females, i didn’t think i could beg for more ball pain. i hesitated.

“What’s the matter, slave, my panties aren’t good enough? you aren’t willing to work a little bit to show how much they mean to you?”

It took everything i had but i so wanted to please Mistress Trisha and show these other Women the length i would go to affirm my devotion and submission to Womankind. i turned towards Mistress Robin, spread my knees, and began begging.

End part 1
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