I had never thought that I would be standing on a nude beach, completely naked. The situation felt worse, because here I was, hairless and bare as the day I was born, with a limp, two-inch prick dangling between my legs. I glanced around and realized that I was really out of place. Some of the other men on the beach were sporting nine-inch trophies!
My next instructions soon followed. I was told to walk up to the north end of the beach where we had first parked. I was to locate the pint-size milk container she had left there and follow the instructions inside it.
I turned and headed north to the other end of the beach. I was fully aware of the eyes of both men and women watching me. Some would giggle and whisper to their friends while others pointed at me. The walk seemed endless, but I guess that was because of the circumstances. Being devoid of body hair, and sporting a prick that most teenagers would be ashamed of was rather embarrassing for a grown man like me.
When I reached the end of the beach, I looked around until I spotted the milk carton. I opened it up to find yet another surprise. Inside it was a note with instructions and a ball harness with a dangling tag that said “Slave,” on it. A ring was attached at the base. Underneath it was a temporary tattoo that also said “Slave,” and a moist towelette.
As I read the instructions I couldn't believe it. I was to apply that tattoo to my right ass-cheek and strap on the harness. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby and was relieved to see that the coast was clear.
I complied with the orders and headed back to the southern end of the beach. To my surprise, the harness caused a semierection that I was well aware of. I thought, At least that's better than the two-inch joke I walked north with. I'm not sure if it was my hard-on, the harness or the tattoo that made me feel like I was the center of attention, but I soon found out!
A naked young woman was the first one to approach me. She grabbed me by the harness tag, wanting to see what it read. She got down on one knee to get a better look. As she read it, she smiled and motioned me on, but slapped my ass hard as I passed. To my amazement, this made my prick even harder. I was even more surprised when a lady of forty or so walked up to me and handed me a business card. A note on the back said to call her if my mistress ever gave me up.
When I finally got back to where Delia was lying, she asked me to give her the instructions. I told her I'd put them back in the container, which I had left where I'd found it. She told me that I had made a really dumb mistake and had to go back and get them. She told me to take off the harness and start walking. I started to worry that this thing would never be over. I dropped the harness in her hand and headed north once more.
At the end of the beach I again located the container and retrieved the instructions. I saw that there was yet another piece of paper in the carton. I dreaded what it would say as I pulled it out. I almost cried as I unfolded it. The note read: “Your trunks are buried in the sand about four inches below where you picked up the container. I hope you read this before moving away or you might be searching all night! Don't return without them!”
Well, let me tell you, I was really relieved that I hadn't moved the container! I dropped to my knees, dug in the sand like a terrier and found my swimsuit. I hurriedly put it on, glad to be covered up again. All of a sudden I heard a horn blow in the parking lot. I turned and saw Delia's car slowly headed in my direction.
When she realized she had my attention, she stopped and motioned me over. As I reached the car, she simply told me to get in. As we drove away she informed me that she had thoroughly enjoyed her day at the beach. She added that she was really glad I got all that sun, and that I would probably peel like a snake, right down to my worm!
I glanced down and realized that she was telling the truth. I was as red as a lobster. I had been on the beach for hours, totally naked, and I hadn't even used any sunscreen. To make matters worse, I could feel that the sand in my trunks was only complicating the problem. I was going to pay dearly!
What she said next really floored me. She told me that she had a new lover, and that her lover had made another video of me while I'd made a fool of myself on the beach. She added that I would have to meet her lover sometime, and that it might as well be now. She told me that I'd soon be viewing the tape as well. I was also informed that I was going to be given to a mistress named Vicky.
When we pulled into the parking lot of Delia's apartment, I was instructed to go in and shower. I was to then wait naked in the living room for my orders. I knew that it wouldn't do any good to argue. As I dried off after the shower, I realized that I was badly sunburned. I had blistered from head to toe, and the pain was just beginning.
I waited in the living room as instructed. I'd been there less than a minute when the doorbell rang. Delia told me to answer the door, that it was probably her new lover and my new mistress.
My prick would have crawled up inside me if it could have as I answered the door. You can imagine my surprise when I saw the young woman and the lady in her forties whom I had met at the beach standing in front of me.
Delia explained that the older woman, Brenda, was her new lover, and Vicky was one of Brenda's friends. Brenda was in the process of teaching Vicky to be a real man-hater. The three of them grabbed me and, within seconds, had cuffed my hands behind my back. Vicky opened her purse and pulled out the same ball harness that I had worn at the beach. She encased my balls and attached a leash to the ring that the tag dangled from. Pulling on the leash, she led me across the living room and told me to sit on the floor at her feet.
They turned on the television and announced that it was show time. I was forced to watch myself as a slave, from shaving myself bald to parading down the beach. Then I was forced to watch the three of them have sex with each other. After a while, Vicky stood up and tugged hard on the leash as I tried to quickly scramble to my feet. I managed to stand, and Vicky knelt in front of me, kissed my cock and slowly proceeded to blow me. My prick grew harder and harder, and I was about to explode when she suddenly stopped. I was left with a raging hard-on, and for the moment there was nothing I could do about it.
Vicky pulled me by the leash down the hallway, led me into the spare bedroom and pushed me facedown on the bed. I lay sideways across the bed as two of the three women tied my ankles to the bedposts. The cuffs were then unhooked by a removable link and reattached to chains on the opposite side of the bed. Next two pillows were placed under my hips and a four-inch vibrating dildo was greased and shoved up my ass. One of the women turned it up on high just before they left the room. I lay there with a throbbing hard-on and a stuffed ass for who knows how long. It seemed like at least three hours had passed, and I wondered if the batteries would ever run out.
Vicky finally came back into the room by herself. She asked if I thought it was time for her to take the dildo out. I told her that it was way past the time. She walked around in front of me and slowly stripped off the robe she was wearing. She opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a six-inch, strap-on dildo. As she strapped it on, she said that it wasn't time for the vibrator to be removed, but time for it to be replaced. She then pulled out a cock-shaped gag and ordered me to open my mouth. I kept my mouth shut in protest, so she reached over and spanked my sun burnt ass with her bare hand. Needless to say, a small plastic prick was soon shoved into my mouth and secured around the back of my head with a cloth strap.
She asked me if I had ever fucked a girl up the ass. I knew that Delia had probably confided in her that I had, so I nodded. Next she asked if I had ever wondered what it felt like to be screwed that way. I could only shake my head no as she pulled out the vibrator. She said it was high time I found out what it felt like.
When she went to plunge the dildo in, I realized she hadn't even lubricated it. I muffled a scream as she invaded my backside. Tears began to flow from my eyes as Vicky tugged on the leash of the ball harness and shoved the dildo in to the hilt. She fucked me for what seemed like an eternity.
When she finally got bored of t
his, she removed the dildo along with my gag. She turned around and instructed me to kiss her ass to show my appreciation for losing my anal virginity. After I kissed each cheek, she said she would see me in the morning and left. As she closed the door she told me to get a good night's sleep.
I was left facedown, spread eagle, and with the ball harness and leash still attached. I have no idea how long I lay there like that before finally falling asleep. It must have been most of the night, because I didn't feel well rested at all when I was awakened the next morning by Vicky.
My hands were reattached behind my back and my ankles were freed. I managed to get to my feet, and I was led by the leash back into the living room. While I walked I felt a soreness in my ass and an aching in my balls. I glanced down and realized why my nuts hurt so bad. I still had a raging hard-on, and my nuts were full and trying to break free of the harness. I wondered if I would ever get any relief.
As we entered the living room, I saw Delia and her new lover fondling each other on the couch. I was taken to the center of the room and instructed to stand still. The leash was then removed from the harness and Vicky told me to turn around, which I did. My back was now to the couch. Vicky informed me that the temporary tattoo would be replaced by a permanent one just like it. She said a tattoo artist would be over around two that afternoon.
I was told again to do an about-face. Vicky told Delia to set up the camcorder because she wanted another video. Then she asked if I wanted to get my rocks off. I was at her mercy, as my cock and balls really ached for relief. As Delia manned the camera, I was told to beg for relief. I pleaded for an orgasm and was made to promise to be Vicky's slave for life.
Finally my harness was removed. Vicky knelt in front of me and proceeded to give me a blowjob. As she sucked my prick, she fondled my balls, and in no time I found myself ready to shoot my load down her throat. She sensed my imminent explosion, and just as I reached the point of no return, she released my cock from her mouth. She grabbed it with one hand and pumped my prick dry, catching my sperm in her other hand. Then she raised her come-filled palm to my face and squeezed my nuts with her other hand, telling me to lick her hand clean. Since I wanted to keep my balls, I complied while they got it all on videotape. As a finishing touch, Vicky shoved a butt-plug up my sore ass.
Delia then stood up and took over. She told me to call my boss and tell him I'd be out sick all week. She produced a pair of crotchless panties, and as I stepped into them, she pulled them up. Next she removed the cuffs, freeing my hands. She handed me the phone and I made the call. She said that I would find similar panties in the bedroom, and for the next week that was all I could wear. I was to shave my body every other day and refrain from beating my meat. If I didn't comply with the instructions, she told me that every person I knew would be sent a copy of the video.
Promptly at two the doorbell rang, and I had to answer it in my crotchless panties. Of course, it was the tattoo artist. I was told to show her the temporary tattoo and request a permanent one to replace it. The girl seemed to enjoy her job of applying the tattoo. In fact, everyone viewing the process seemed to enjoy it, and of course they got it all on tape.
I would have thought I'd be totally humiliated by all that I went through, but I was surprised to find that I actually had enjoyed it. It was really quite a turn-on. I must have been born a true slave without even realizing it. I'm so grateful to Delia for exposing this side of me. I love my new life, and I love catering to Vicky's every whim. I feel totally satisfied.—R.O., Tampa, Florida
LESBIAN DUO'S EXERCISE REGIME LEAVES COLLEGE BOY HANGING
I attend college in Virginia and I had a unique experience last summer that I have to share with you. I am a five-foot-eight-inch one-hundred-fifty-pound male who is still a virgin, but now I'm a much more contented virgin.
I had rented the upstairs apartment in a house owned by two ladies who lived on the first floor. Jill was twenty-seven and Angela was about thirty, and I got the impression they were both lesbians.
After I had lived there for about three weeks, Jill invited me down to see their basement. They were both in great shape, the reason being that the basement was full of all kinds of exercise equipment. She told me I was welcome to work out with them that night. Now, exercise isn't really my thing, but I didn't want to refuse and hurt their feelings.
So later that night I put on my jockstrap, shorts and a T-shirt, and met them in the basement. They both had on spandex leotards, which really hugged their bodies. Jill's erect nipples were quite noticeable.
After showing me how several of the exercise machines worked, Jill demonstrated how the gravity boots were used. She slipped her feet into the boots and strapped them on. Then she hooked them onto the rod above her and secured them so that she was hanging upside down. Angela taped her hands behind her and told her to do a few sit-ups. She did about five, which really impressed me because it looked rather difficult. Then Angela cut off the tape and released her. They asked me if I wanted to try it, and I said I did.
So I slipped off my sneakers, put the boots on and asked them to help me up on the pipe. Jill told me to take my shirt off so it wouldn't fall in my face, so I pulled it over my head. They helped me hook the boots onto the pipe and put the pins in so I wouldn't fall. Then Angela taped my wrists together behind my back and told me to start. I did about three sit-ups before I was exhausted. I relaxed, just hanging there. That's when I realized my face was right at the same height as Jill's and Angela's pussies.
Angela gave a little laugh, knelt down and asked if I was doing okay. She then started to rub my nipples with her fingers, telling me that she wanted all my muscles to be hard. Well, I could feel my penis stiffen up to a full erection but there was nothing I could do. I felt somewhat intimidated, so I just mumbled to them that I was ready to get down.
Jill grabbed the scissors, and I thought she was going to cut the tape off my wrists. But, much to my surprise, she just cut through the waistband of my gym shorts, and they fell on the floor. I looked up. All I had on was a jockstrap, and you could plainly see my erection sticking up in it.
The girls started to rub their hands all over my body, exciting me even more. I could feel the pre-come dripping from my penis, and they hadn't even touched my genitals yet. My dick was straining against the elastic of the jockstrap when Jill picked up the scissors again and told me it was show time. She walked behind me, and I could feel her cutting away my last piece of clothing. All of a sudden my jockstrap fell off, and my hard cock popped out. My dick was hard as a rock, sticking out at a forty-five-degree angle, and by now I was dying to come.
I yelled at Angela to please touch me, and they both stopped. Then Jill bent down and told me that every time I opened my mouth, this would happen. She then snipped off a big chunk of my pubic hair and let it fall in front of my face. Angela came up to me, and I could see she had two long peacock feathers in her hand. She and Jill both started to lightly tickle me all over. Every time I begged them to stop, one of them would snip off another tuft of pubic hair until there wasn't any more left.
They tickled me everywhere except my cock and balls, which they purposefully avoided. Even though I was dying of laughter, I not only retained my erection but got even harder. My cock was almost purple, and I could feel that it was ready to explode, but they wouldn't touch my genitals. Finally Angela bent down and said that they would let me come if I begged them to shave off my pubic hair. I immediately began to beg, and after a few minutes they both started to tickle my penis with the feathers. They ran the feathers over my balls and down my shaft. My penis, which was sticking straight out, now started to jerk uncontrollably. In about thirty seconds, I started shooting a huge load of come. It was really strange, because since I was upside down, my come was shooting toward my face. Jill grabbed my head and tilted it upward, allowing several streams of come to hit me square in the face. Finally my cock stopped spasming, and they wiped me off with a soft cloth.
Jill disappeared for a min
ute, and when she returned a razor and a can of shaving cream were in her hands. She rubbed shaving cream onto my pubic hair and all my body hair, then they both shaved my entire body. The feeling was indescribable. When I looked up, I saw a limp, naked cock absolutely bare of pubic hair.
After admiring their handiwork for a few minutes, the girls started to take off their clothes. I guess all the action had made them pretty hot. I could feel my cock start to stiffen up again, and by the time they were naked my cock was totally stiff again.
They both looked absolutely beautiful. Jill had small tits and a blonde pussy, while Angela had big tits and a brunette pussy. They got into a 69 and licked each other to orgasm after orgasm while I hung upside down with a swollen cock between my legs and nothing to rub it against. I kept thrusting my hips forward, but all I could do was fuck the air.
Jill and Angela finally noticed my predicament and started to laugh at me. Finally Jill got up, walked over to me and took my cock into her mouth, at the same time positioning her pussy over my face. She grabbed my head and made me lick her pussy. Whenever I licked her the way she wanted, she would suck on my cock harder, but never hard enough to get me off.
Then Angela decided it was her turn. She pushed Jill away and slid a rubber onto my cock. She began blowing me while Jill got on her knees and started to lick my balls. I could feel my penis get even harder and the come start to move up my shaft. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I shot my load into Angela's mouth. It was incredible to be upside down and have no control over my body. It was such an intense orgasm.
After that they took me down, and we all took a shower together. As they were washing me off, they told me that although they were primarily lesbians, for fun they occasionally enjoyed dominating a man and having sex with him. They told me that if I kept my body shaved, remained naked in their presence and did whatever they said, I could play their game.
Angela said that she knew I was interested, and when I asked why she was so sure, she pointed at my erection, which had grown to enormous proportions in the shower. Well, I agreed, and to seal the bargain I had to masturbate for them right then, shooting come through the shower spray. The rest of the semester was great, and my new semester starts tomorrow. Jill tells me they were easy on me and this semester will be harder.
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