"SHAME ON YOU, MR. HYDE!"
By Dr. Phil
PART 5
Tom woke up the next morning and for a moment he thought the
entire day before had been a dream. Then as he sat up he winced as
his sore ass rubbed the sheets and he realized that it had all been
real. How could he have done those things to himself! In front of
Linda and her friends and the girls out by the car! God, even
Mrs. Whitford had seen him!
He showered and shaved and began to get dressed for work. He had
already put his jockey shorts on when he remembered that he wasn't
allowed to wear them anymore and he pulled them off. His trousers
felt weird against his bare ass and the soreness would be a
constant reminder of the day before.
He made himself a cup of coffee and a piece of toast and opened
the door to leave. His car was still parked in the front of the
house where he'd left it yesterday. As he walked out to it he
remembered his last walk to this car and shuddered. He glanced
around but nobody was outside yet so he hurried and got into his
car.
The seats were still pushed up and he had to close the windows.
Another shameful reminder of what had happened here just a few
hours earlier. Tom drove to work, parked his car, and went into his
office at Venture Publications. He saw Carol and Marie sitting at
their desks, beautiful as always. They smiled at him and for some
reason he blushed deeply. Marie winked slyly at Carol. The two
women knew that he was stealing peeks at them and they delighted in
teasing him along. They purposefully wore sexy clothes to the
office and found excuses to bend over to get files and such when
they knew he was watching them. The secretary, Louise, was another
story. Early fifties, frumpish and widowed. She thought Tom was a
real yuppie bigshot and she avoided talking to him whenever
possible. "Too big for his britches" she said of him on several
occasions.
In the large private office sat Mrs. Peterson, his boss.
"Good morning Tom, hope you're feeling better today" she said,
with only partial sincerity. She suspected Tom had been goofing off
yesterday and was irritated because it meant more work for her to
do.
"Good morning Gloria. Yes, I'm much better, Thanks. Say, I have
a doctor's appointment at 5:00 and I'd like to leave a little early
to make it. Would that be all right?"
"Fine, Tom" Mrs. Peterson said, and made a mental note to
herself to have a talk with Tom if this skipping of work started
turning into a regular thing.
Tom put in an uneventful day. Carol and Marie noticed he blushed
a lot quicker whenever they caught his eye. Louise just ignored him
and Mrs. Peterson had to go out for a good part of the day but was
back in the office by 3:30. At 4:30 Tom got up from his desk and
said goodbye to Mrs. Peterson and the girls. He left the office and
drove straight home. When he got home he parked his car in the
driveway. He saw Mrs. Whitford sitting on her porch as usual but
thankfully the rest of the street was empty. He quickly walked into
his house. As he glanced up at Mrs. Whitford's porch he saw that
she was watching him with a big grin on her face. Oh God...
He was surprised to find the house empty. He fixed himself a
drink and sat in the living room on the sofa and waited. At 5:45
Beverly knocked on the door.
"Hello Tommy, sorry I'm late but I had an errand to do in town."
She giggled then rushed into the kitchen. "I've got this meatloaf
to prepare and the girls will be here in 45 minutes. You'd better
take a shower while I start in the kitchen."
Just like that, like nothing in the world was out of order. Tom
walked into the bathroom and took his clothes off. Beverly ran in
once just to make sure he wasn't wearing any underpants and smiled
sweetly at him when she saw that he wasn't.
By the time Tommy came out of the shower the meatloaf was
already in the oven. He towel-dried his hair and started into the
bedroom to get some clean clothes.
"Oh no, sweetie. No clothes tonight! Linda and her friends are
coming over, remember?" Tommy looked at her in disbelief but her
face suddenly turned hard and she said. "Down on your knees,
mister. You're going to be serving us tonight."
She then went to her pocketbook and fished out the collar and
leash she had used the day before and fastened them on him again.
But that wasn't all. She continued fishing through her pocketbook
and came up with a piece of folded pink cloth. "Look what I got for
you to wear!" As she opened it he saw with shock that it was a
large pink baby's bonnet with little ruffles and a bow on each
side! She placed the humiliating thing on his head and fastened it
under his chin with a bow knot. "Oh it's so cute!" she giggled.
"Now Tommy, dear. I want you to be right here in front of the
door, on your hands and knees with your cute ass up in the air so
the girls will see it as soon as they enter. Hurry up, now. Don't
disappoint me."
Tommy got into position, that damn bonnet made him feel even
more embarrassed, if that were possible, and he waited for the
girls to arrive. It was 6:15 and Beverly was setting the table for
four.
A couple of minutes later the doorbell rang and Beverly ran to
open it. It was Linda.
"Hi, hope I'm not too early." When she saw Tommy she started
giggling and said "Like your hat, Tommy!" Tommy's face went
scarlet. Beverly went back to the kitchen and Linda sat on a chair
looking at Tommy. God, this was turning out to be fun! There was
another knock on the door and Linda opened it. This time it was
Tina and Ellen together. They saw Tommy kneeling there and started
giggling all over again.
Beverly said that dinner wouldn't be ready for another fifteen
minutes and suggested that the girls take Tommy for a little walk
around the house. Linda said "Sure!" and picked up the leash from
the floor. She gave Tommy a light pat on the rump and said "Let's
go Tommy!". When Tommy hesitated slightly she said, tauntingly "You
do want to go for a walk, don't you Tommy?" and she blinked her
eyes several times at him and smiled.
"Y-Yes, Linda". Tommy said.
"Oh, that's another thing. I think that from now on I want you
to address me as 'Mistress' Linda. Is that Okay?" Again the eye
blinking and the smile.
"Y-Yes, Mistress Linda" Tommy managed to choke out. Linda was
smug with satisfaction. Revenge certainly was sweet!
Linda began leading Tommy around the living room. Tina and Ellen
got up to walk with them. "Look at how white his ass is." said
Ellen. "You would hardly believe he got TWO spankings yesterday."
Linda walked Tommy into the bedroom. She tugged on the leash for
him to stop between the end of the bed and the dresser.
"Put your face down on the rug Tommy and lift your ass as high
in the air as you can. Good. Now spread your legs a little wider.
Fine! Now just stay like that for awhile."
Tina and Ellen began poking each other and snorting as they saw
that Linda steadied herself with one hand on the dresser and lifted
her foot so that her sneaker very lightly began to rub Tommy
between his asscheeks and around his scrotum. "Goose! Goose!" she
giggled as she touched the point of her shoe directly on Tommy's
puckering asshole. This made him jump slightly and his stiff penis
bobbed up and down beneath him. That set off another laughing jag
among the girls. Nothing worse than three teenage girls with a case
of the giggles...
"Let's go, girls!" Beverly yelled from the kitchen. "Dinner's
ready." The girls led Tommy back into the kitchen. The three of
them sat down at the table and Beverly joined them. "Where's Tommy
going to sit?" asked Ellen.
"Oh, he'll eat when we're through, Ellen" replied Beverly.
The four ladies picked up their forks and began eating. "I seem
to have dropped my napkin. Please get it for me Tommy.....thank you
dear.....Oh, please bring some more bread from the counter
Tommy.... thank you dear."
They kept him crawling around the cold kitchen floor doing
menial errands while they ate and talked about the previous
afternoon.
At the end of the meal Beverly got a large bowl and she scraped
the leftovers from all four plates into it and mashed it up.
"Here Tommy. It's time for your dinner now."
She placed the bowl on the floor next to the refrigerator and motioned
for Tommy to eat it. "No hands now, remember?"
Was there no end to the degradation this woman could heap on
him? Tommy lowered his red face to the bowl and began to eat. The
girls got a case of the giggles again and Beverly got her camera
out of her pocketbook. Naked and leashed, on his hands and knees,
with a pink baby bonnet on his head and a stiff prick, Tommy looked
hilarious. Beverly clicked away from all angles. "Lift your face
just a little, dear, so I can see it better...that's it... CLICK...
thank you."
It was now around 7:30pm and Beverly suggested they all go into
the living room. When they got there they she made Tommy get up on
the coffee table and lie down on his back. "You should know the
routine by now, Tommy. Lift your legs into the air, spread them
wide and bend your knees." She opened her pocketbook and took out
the two pair of handcuffs she had used on Tommy two nights before.
"Remember these, honey?" she teased. She fastened the cuffs on him
again in the same manner. Left wrist to left ankle and right wrist
to right ankle. His wrists were cuffed to the inside of his ankles
so he couldn't close his legs. Once again this left him in the most
vulnerable and exposed condition he could imagine. He felt the eyes
of the teenagers burning into his ass like a brand, and he flushed
deeply and squirmed a bit. Beverly then produced a long feather
from her pocketbook and proceeded to brush it lightly up and down
the crack of his ass while the girls looked on in wonder.
"WOW! Will you look at him buck!" yelled Tina. "It's a good thing
you put those cuffs on him!"
Beverly continued tormenting him without pity. She'd concentrate
on the underside of his penis for awhile and when it looked like he
might be getting ready to cum she'd hold off while his hips bucked
and he pleaded "Oh P-L-E-A-S-E! P-L-E-A-S-E let me CUM!!!" But
Beverly would just wait a bit and then move the feather back to his
asshole or some other spot. Beverly continued the torment while she
started to speak to the room:
"I'll bet Tommy here was wondering why I was late getting here
this evening. Well, I had a very busy day. Last night I took the
video tape back to my studio and watched it. All I can say is WOW!.
It came out great! We had Tommy rolling around on his back and
stroking his penis and begging Linda to give him a spanking... we
had him crawling around the floor and slapping his own ass.... more
begging in front of Tina and Ellen.....we had a lovely spanking
draped across Linda's knees... and at the end we had Tommy again on
his back, his reddened behind waggling on the floor, masturbating
in front of the girls and begging them to let him cum! It was
beautiful!"
She kept tormenting Tommy with the feather the whole time she spoke.
"Anyway, I decided to make four copies of the tape. I have some rather
specialized equipment at my studio and the copies came out superbly.
I told Tommy to make sure that he left his office by 4:30 so he would
be in this house by 5:00pm sharp! The reason for this is because I paid
a small visit to his office, at 4:45pm!"
Tommy began to moan "Oh please no...please...please!" but his hips were
still moving frantically to the tune of the tormenting feather.
"I introduced myself to Mrs. Peterson and told her I was your new
girlfriend. I also met those two other lovely young things...Carol and Marie?
Yes. Well, they seemed a bit surprised that you even HAD a girlfriend.
Anyway, I gave each of them a small package. Do you want to guess what
was in those packages? Exactly! Each package had one of the four copies
of the tape I had made!" The teenaged girls gasped. Tommy was sobbing,
but still bucking his hips. He had no choice in the matter.
"Oh don't worry. I rigged each of the tapes in my studio with a
magnet on the take-up spool so that they can only be viewed once.
But once is all they'll need! Let's see, it's about 7:45pm...
they're probably watching those tapes right now!" Tommy was sobbing
loudly but his arms and legs were pumping up and down and his ass
was wiggling to keep the tip of the feather away from his sensitive
asshole.
"Can you imagine poor Tommy, having to go to work tomorrow
morning and sit in that office? And he will, too! You see, Mrs.
Peterson may want to fire you, Tommy, but you can't let her. You
had better find some way of begging her to let you keep your job.
You can cry, plead, promise anything you want, but don't let her
fire you. If you do, well, I can make LOTS more copies of that tape
and send it around to all sorts of people. This time without the
magnet so they can watch it over and over and over again! I did a
little checking on you, Tommy. How would you like your sister in
Philadelphia to get a copy of that tape? Or your mother's friends
in Long Island? And don't forget the lovely snapshots I took
tonight!"
Tommy couldn't believe what he was hearing. It had to be
a bad dream, but it was REAL. The girls thought it was pretty
amusing and giggled while they watched Tommy twisting in the cuffs
on the coffee table, still trying to escape the maddening feather.
"Tommy, dear" Beverly continued. "Your punishment is going to be
an ongoing one, with no relief. Every single day you are going to
report to work in that office, knowing that each of the ladies
there have seen you as you were yesterday. The first night we met
you told me that your worst fear was being laughed at by a woman.
Those women at work are going to be laughing at you every day from
now on..."
Tommy was crying "Please... no, don't do this to me... please...
please!" Beverly put the feather down and got up from the couch.
"It's been a long day girls, and Tommy is going to have an even
longer day tomorrow. I have to go now, but you girls can stay here
as long as you want. Just unlock him when you leave." She dug into
her pocketbook and threw the keys to the handcuffs on the coffee
table next to the still writhing form of Tommy." Goodnight,
girls... it's been real!"
The three teenage girls thanked Beverly and walked her to the
door. After she left they all converged on Tommy like starving
vultures. Linda picked up the feather and continued to torment his
asshole. Tina bent over and began licking the underside of his
penis. Ellen put her tongue in his ear. They all mocked him and
teased him saying "Come on Tommy, shoot! shoot!". Finally he went
stiff and began shooting thick spurts of white cum in the air. Some
of it hit the wall behind the coffee table, some of it landed on
his face. The girls were amazed.
Linda said it was time they were going home so they all lined up
and each gave him a dozen hard slaps on his ass. Then they unlocked
the cuffs, walked to the door, turned out the lights and Linda said
"Goodnight Tommy! Have a nice day tomorrow!" With that they all
left, leaving the front door wide open. Tommy could hear them
laughing all the way down the street.
