BDSM Library - The Intern

It all started that Monday morning when I first laid eyes on her. She was leaning over a bookcase reviewing a file. She leaned forward in such a way that her buttocks was thrust out away from the bookcase with her nicely proportioned legs making a perfect line from her ass to the floor. I had a side view of all this. She wore a sleeveless silk pink top. Her dark tight pinstriped pants were almost, but not quite inappropriate. They framed a beautiful slim waistline. She had what I would describe as a dancer's figure. From my vantage point I could see her pretty feminine head. She had a classic narrow neck, with tiny ears and a pointy little nose. Her blonde hair was pinned back, somewhat severely in a bun behind her head. She was a total knockout. My eyes wandered back down to her midsection - her lovely round ass and the perfect rise around her pelvic area. I felt a twitch in my trousers.

She must have sensed my gaze because she turned her head away from whatever it was she was reading and focused her confident green eyes directly on me. There wasn't much doubt that I had been caught staring.

"Hi," I said, I'm Rick Henderson. I work in the Risk Management group.

She smiled and spoke in a scratchy girly voice. "I'm Pamela Richards."

"Who are you?" I asked, half jokingly.

"Oh I'm interning for the legal department. For Rebecca Adams."

I grimaced inside. That fucking bitch Rebecca Adams. I was having constant problems with her and her annoying paralegal, Jamie Sanders.

"That's great," I said. "Anything I can do to help, just let me know."

We shook hands. She had lovely slender fingers. She shook my hand just like a little bitch, all fingers, no palm. "I'm sure you will," she said. It surprised me to hear her say that, a girl more than ten years my junior, an intern new to the company. Plus she couldn't have been more than 5'2" or weighed more than 110 pounds.

I felt a continued stirring in my loins as she gazed at me. I hoped she wouldn't notice. "Well, good luck," I stammered.

Much to my surprise, she sat in the cube directly across from mine. Here I was at 34 and this intern had the same office space as me. It made sense since Rebecca, the in-house lawyer had her plush office directly across from me. Rebecca, a woman I couldn't stand, who was 34 like me and probably made double my salary.

The week went by. I saw Pamela from time to time. She appeared busier than myself, since I spent half the time goofing off on the internet. On occasion, I tried to strike up a conversation with her but she seemed a bit on the aloof side, always preoccupied with her work. The girl sure was easy on the eyes. Each day she wore a spectacular outfit, highlighting her curves and femininity. She carried herself with unusual professionalism and confidence. I was completely smitten.

Inside, I knew she was out of my league. I wasn't the alpha male type. In fact, I had a deep dark sexual secret - for reasons I could never explain, I loved being dominated by women. At nights, I trolled the web looking for female domination sites, which were everywhere. Pamela was the prototype - young, confident, sassy, full of self-posession. I immediately fixated my submissive fantasies on her.

Friday, just before lunchtime, I saw her grab her bag and head out to the parking lot. As usual, she was dressed to the nines, wearing a lovely high-cut wool skirt, showing off her tremendous little body, a crème blouse and high heels. I decided to take a chance. I walked after her. Just as she was about to get into her SUV, I tapped her on the shoulder and said "Hi Pamela," slightly out of breath. She turned and I thought I saw her eyes roll slightly as I approached.

"Oh hi, umm, Rick, right?" I thought I detected a note of condescension in her voice.

"Say, I know this is a bit forward, but well, um," I fumbled for the words; "you're beautiful and I'd-" she interrupted before I could continue.

"Rick, dude, what are you, like 30?"

"34," I corrected.

"Well, I'm 24. Don't you think I'm a little young for you?" she asked confidently.

"Um, I don't know, just maybe-" She cut me off again.

"Look, Rebecca has told me all about you. Me, her and Jamie had lunch this week. You waste your time on the internet looking at god only knows what. You don't work hard. I'm on an internship between years one and two of my MBA. What makes me think I have any interest in a guy like you?"

Can you believe the nerve of this little twat to say that to me? Then again, I had to admit, she was kind of right. Plus I had to admit, I liked it. My heart was hammering a mile a minute. That's probably why I responded with, "Look, Pamela, I'll do just about anything you want me to do."

Then her eyes looked down. I followed them down to my crotch. Oh no! My pants were tented out and a spot of moisture was visible at the very tip of the tent.

She put her hand to her mouth and said "Oh...my...god." I could see between her fingers that her mouth had creased upwards into a slight smile.

She then put her hands on her hips and looked back up to my eyes. "You pervert! I think I need to speak to HR about this."

"Please, Pamela, I- I just can't help it!" I stammered.

"Well that's obvious," she said staring at me.

I looked down again. "I'm sorry. I'll never bother you again." I turned and began to walk away. Then I heard her again.

"Wait," she said. "Come back here."

A part of me thought I should keep walking. I had pushed things too far. But I could not say no to her.

I approached her again. We were in the middle of the lot and since it was before noon, we were alone amongst the hundreds of cars.

"Rick, I'm giving you a choice. You can either leave, and go do whatever it is you do alone." she raised her eyebrows. "I'll then decide if I'm going to report you to HR. Or stand right over here while I get something." She pointed her well manicured finger in front of her.

For me, the decision was an easy one. I didn't want to get in trouble. Plus I have to confess that I've always had a weakness for female power. I suspect that Pamela, or Miss Pamela as I now refer to her as, picked up on this.

I walked over and stood in front of her. At just under six feet tall with a paunch in my gut, I was nearly a foot taller than her and at least a hundred pounds heavier.

I spread my legs willingly, with a sense of dread, but perhaps a touch of excitement. She said, "Don't move. I need to get something."

She opened her car and leaned in, affording me a wonderful view of her sweet curves. She then came out holding a large styrofoam coffee cup.

I thought I could detect the slightest of smiles on her face and I'll never forget what she ordered me to do. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, Rick, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am," I gulped. Did I really just say that? We were behind her SUV, away from the building. Nobody could see us. I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into.

She continued, "you know I could tell the first time we met when-" she stopped "Look me in the eye when I address you."

I complied.

She started again, "As I was saying, I could tell the first time I met you what kind of guy you were. I know all about guys like you."

"Yes ma'am," I said again.

"Don't call me ma'am, you idiot. I'm ten years younger than you. Call me....Miss Pamela. Is that understood?"

Holy shit she was sassy. I was completely transfixed. I think a part of me hoped this would happen when I followed her to her car.

"Yes Miss Pamela."

"I didn't hear you."

"YES Miss Pamela."

"Good. Now thrust your pelvis out. Make it easier for me to do what needs to be done."

I did as I was told. The tenting was painfully obvious. The girl, or should I say composed young woman, did not hesitate. She reached forward and casually lifted the band of my pants and underpants with her pointy fingernails. Then she dumped the remaining cold contents of her morning coffee directly onto my package.

I felt the sticky gross coffee splash directly onto her intended target. Of course it also soaked my briefs and trickled down my thighs. It was startling.

She then snapped my waistband back in place.

"That ought to fix you," she said triumphantly.

I expected her to leave but instead she stood there waiting for me to regain my breath. Finally after a minute I was able to look up and see this young blond goddess looking down at me with disgust.

"What do you say, Rick?"

"Um, thank...you..Miss Pamela?"

"Good boy," she said. "Now listen carefully. I don't want you to approach me or talk to me at work or outside work. If I want anything from you, I'll come to you. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I said without thinking.

"What do you say?"

"Yes, Miss Pamela."

"That's better. Now get the hell away from my car."

I gathered myself and did as I was told. As I made to leave, she stopped me again.

"Oh and Rick," she said. "Throw this away," she said handing me the empty coffee cup.

END CHAPTER ONE

Over the next month, I saw Miss Pamela frequently. After all, she sat in the cube across from me. I hoped that she would speak to me at some point, but I made sure to observe her wishes and not speak with her. I went about my business as best I could. At home, I masturbated three times a day to her, replaying the moment when she soaked my hard cock with her morning coffee. In my head I played various role-playing scenarios of her dominating me. Being a guy I also fantasized about the jewel between her legs and how perfect it must be. I wondered what it must be like to impale that sweet vixen on my pole. Of course, I wasn't exactly any big stud. I was only five inches when hard. Even though she was quite petite, I imagined she might be looking for something a bit more substantial in her men.

One day, I couldn't help but notice that Pamela was annoyed about something. She was on the phone half the morning and appeared distracted. When she wasn't looking I checked her out and man she was as ravishing as ever. She wore a black miniskirt with white panty hose, high heels with those high straps and around her ankles, and a white blouse with a dark vest. Her hair was back in a ponytail. What a pocket rocket!

Just before lunchtime, I walked past her in the hall near the men's room. Suddenly she stopped me in the hall and said, "yeah um, Rick, what are you doing after work today?"

I thought about it for a second, my heart racing and said "um, whatever it is you need me to do?"

She smiled that smile that took my breath away. "Good answer."

I looked down, flushed.

"Try to remain calm, Rick," she said. "Here's what I need from you. My car is out of commission and I need to run a few errands. Now I could just borrow the car and then I wouldn't need you. But what would really help is if you drove me around and double-parked. Do you think you could handle that?" She batted her eyelashes at me.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Good, I'll see you outside after work then."

Just before it was time to leave, I received a rare email from her. It said "wait for me outside, I'll be out in a few." Of course, I did as I was told. I stood there waiting almost ten minutes. Finally Pamela, or should I say Miss Pamela arrived. She smiled and said, "I don't really want to be seen leaving with you, I'm sure you can understand."

I nodded. She stopped and looked at me, "are you forgetting something?"

"Yes, Miss Pamela."

"Good, I see we might have forgotten ourselves. Open the door for me."

I did as told. Then raced around the other side of the car and got in.

Man, just looking at her smooth lap on my passenger side gave me a huge thrill. She must have read my mind because she crossed her legs. Oh my god she was sexy!

"Drive, stooge!" she yelled, snapping me out of my trance.

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"Try not to forget yourself," she said, laughing. "You don't want another cold shower? Or wait, knowing a perv like you, you probably do, right?"

"No Miss Pamela."

"Bullshit! I'll bet you enjoyed me putting you in your place. I know all about guys like you. So tell me, did you enjoy it when I dumped sticky coffee on your…schlong?"

"Um, no," I said, blushing.

"You liar. I can see it on your face!"

"Ok, maybe a little bit, Miss Pamela."

"That's what I thought. Now shut up and drive," she said with joyous authority.

This was amazing! I was totally petrified, yet also more aroused than I'd ever been in my life. I had found a gifted young bitchy femdom. But how far would she go? Inside I thought of the proverb: "be careful what you wish for because you might get it."

For the next hour, I drove her to the dry cleaner, then get her fingernails manicured. Both times, she made me wait outside. When she got back from having her nails done, she showed them to me and they were perfect.

Suddenly, she reached across and put her perfectly manicured fingers on my thigh. She started patting gently. "Hey Rick, or should I just call you slave. How would you like to take me to the mall and get me some new high heels?"

I swallowed. I didn't have that much money, but I had to admit the idea excited me. Especially with her doing what she was doing. My cock, of course, quickly inflated. Once again the tenting. It was painfully obvious.

"Ok, Miss Pamela."

She looked down at my lap and laughed that sweet but somewhat evil female laugh. "Looks like something is going on down there again. What's that about, Rick?" she asked. Her hand moved teasingly close to the heat of my crotch.

"I, I can't help it," I stuttered.

"You see how easy it is for me to CONTROL you?" And with that, the tip of her pointer finger lightly grazed my shaft through my pants.

"Yes, Miss Pamela."

"Good, then drive me to the mall," she ordered, taking her hand away.

Of course, I did as I was told. By the time we got there, my balls were killing me. I don't know if she realized this or not, but I was in pain. I could barely stand up straight. I think Miss Pamela might have known I was in pain. She stopped in a few places, while I waited for her to do whatever she needed to do. Then just before closing we entered a ladies shoe store. We were the only people in the store other than the young female saleswoman, a cute leggy brunette, probably no more than 18. She was bigger than Pam but also had a super sexy body. She wore tight dark pants and low-cut black leather boots. The curve between her ample hips and slim waistline was a sight to behold. And of course the way her vaginal cleft stood slightly away from the indentation of her hips – it got me every time. She helped Pam pick out an expensive pair of heels while I stood there docily. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. But I was virtually helpless.

Over the course of her trying on different shoes, Pamela and the salesgirl developed a great rapport. The whole time I was ignored. I could see the salesgirl staring over curiously from time to time. I wondered if she had a hint of my status, or if she knew the vice-like pain I was experiencing in my groin thanks to stifled excitement. At one point she excused herself and locked the door, since it was closing time. She told Pamela to take her time. She had no place to go.

Finally Pamela found a pair she liked. She stood up and showed off her new heels. She asked me what I thought. I said they looked amazing. Then to my utter shock she said, "Rick, you are to refer to me by my proper title in front of other women."

I gasped. She wanted me to address her in her "proper" title in front of this young salesgirl. To my amazement, I did it without hesitation.

"Yes, Miss Pamela," I could feel the words leaving my mouth.

The salesgirl's eyes got big and then she smiled a huge smile. She said, "I'll pack them up right away," suppressing a laugh. My cock again sprung to full life, something I hoped neither of the young ladies would notice. It was as though Miss Pamela had pushed a button and, boing! There I went. We went over to the cash register and got rung up, with my credit card of course. The whole time the salesgirl was doing her best to hold back a smile, to no avail. For some reason, this was a huge turn-on for me. Pamela picked up on it, addressing the girl. "You have no idea how easy it is. This dork LOVES to be dominated by women. Isn't that right, dork?" She turned to me.

"Yes, Miss Pamela," I said praying she didn't look down.

The salesgirl responded, "I thought something funny was going on. I have a girlfriend who is always telling me how easy it is to manipulate guys like him. I can't wait to tell her about this. Too funny."

Suddenly Pamela blurted out excitedly "LOOK," she pointed her slender finger at my groin. There was a giant tent again, complete with a moist spot. "You're making him wet. Come around the counter and check it out."

The salesgirl cautiously moved around the counter and stared directly at my crotch. She immediately burst out laughing. "Oh...my...god," she said, nodding her head and rolling her eyes. "That's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen."

"I told you," Pamela continued to my disbelief. "He has no control over himself. He's a total pussywhipped dipshit. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Miss Pamela."

"Then say it!" she ordered.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. A part of me wanted to run and not look back, but the buzzing in my groin and the beating of my heart kept me in place. "I - I'm a total pussywhipped dipshit."

The two of them burst out in laughter. The salesgirl in particular couldn't stop laughing. She had to put her arm on the counter to steady herself. I stood there like an idiot not knowing what to do, but not exactly hating the predicament I found myself in.

Suddenly Pam spoke up. "I'm so rude. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Pam. What's your name, hon?"

"I'm Alison," she said and the two young women shook hands warmly. "Thanks for giving me the biggest laugh I've had in a long time."

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," said Pamela. "Do you want to watch me humiliate dipshit here worse than any guy has ever been humiliated before?"

Alison raised her pretty eyebrows. "Um, hell yes. What do you have in mind?"

Before I knew it, Alison had locked up the store was telling Pamela to follow her to the back of the property. Pamela reached up and grabbed me roughly be my ear and we followed the gorgeous Alison and her sweet shapely ass and long legs to the back room. She walked with a bounce in her step, turning at one point and saying "Right this way," flashing a kind smile to Pam and an evil one to me.

When we got back there, Miss Pamela asked Alison to grab a couple of chairs and line them up. She then turned and addressed me, still pinching my ear and forcing my head sideways as Alison looked on intently. "Dipshit, you have a choice right now. You can either walk out that door and I'll never bother you again. Or you can stay here and humiliate yourself solely for our amusement. It's your choice."

And with that she let go of my ear and held her hands up. "Go ahead - you're a free man. There’s nobody stopping you. Leave!"

A voice in the back of my head, the reasoning one I think was telling me I should leave. Miss Pamela spoke again.

"You should know I'll show absolutely no mercy on you. If you stay, I'll do things to you...and force you to do things to yourself that you’ll find unimaginable. But trust me, they'll be very imaginable when I'm finished with you."

With that she reached down ever so casually and patted me lightly on my groin, causing Alison to giggle again and cover her mouth with her hand. Any indecision I might have had was quickly replaced by sheer lust for my mistress.

"I, I, I'll stay," I stammered.

"Of course you will, dipshit!" My mistress said triumphantly. "But you should know, if you don't obey my instructions TO THE LETTER, I'll make sure certain women we both work with know the full details about your pervisions, have I made myself clear?"

I could only put my head down and mumble "Yes Miss Pamela."

"Look at your female superiors when we address you, dipshit!" she shouted.

I looked up at there was Miss Pamela and Alison seated comfortably in front of me. Miss Pamela had a look of total bitchy self-confidence on her face. Alison was smiling brightly, clearly enjoying the proceedings, but unsure of where things were headed.

"Take your fucking clothes off NOW!" ordered Miss Pamela. I did as I was told but apparently wasn't moving fast enough because she yelled "All of them. And hurry the fuck up!" The two of them sat on the chairs while I disrobed.

Before I knew it I was standing in front of them. I covered my groin with my hands to maintain some sort of modesty.

"Move your hands away, you idiot." Miss Pamela ordered. Why did I know she would do that?

I did as I was told and the two of them burst out laughing. I'm not exactly well endowed. Maybe I lied about the five inches. It’s more like four and a half inches when hard, which I certainly was in the presence of two well-dressed perfumed young ladies – the picture of dignity and grace. I was mortified, yet extremely aroused.

"Well, no wonder he's such a submissive tool," said Pamela. "Talk about a pindick." Alison nodded her head in agreement, "unimpressive, to put it nicely."

"Get on your knees, wimp!" said Miss Pamela.

She then ordered me to crawl over to them so I was kneeling directly in front of them, within leg range. Then Miss Pamela stuck her leg out and began to casually kick me in my cock and balls with the tip of her high heel. The light kicks actually felt good, but then she occasionally reared back and delivered a more serious blow right where it hurt. I groaned after each one of those. The entire time, Alison sat with her hand over her mouth saying "oh my god" and "you go, girl." Suddenly, Miss Pamela reared back and gave me a hard kick with the top part of her foot. It was the hardest one yet. Immediately I fell to the floor with a groan. I felt a sickening pain in my stomach. I heard Alison say, "That was awesome." Then I heard Miss Pamela ask Alison if she wanted to give it a shot. To my dismay, she said "fuck yeah!"

"Get your ass off the ground and get in front of Miss Alison," she ordered.

I did as I was told and Alison did the same exact thing Miss Pamela did, except she had her little leather booties do the job. You would have thought she might lack confidence but she acted like a pro.

"Take that, you pervert!" she said. "And that. And that. And THAT!" Once again I was down and curled into a little ball while the girls laughed and slapped each other five.

"This is awesome," Alison said. "Get up, jackass! I want to do it again."

I gingerly got back up on my knees and positioned myself in front of Miss Alison.

Pamela spoke again. "Move your worthless little penis out of the way so she has an easier shot to your ball sack. And ask her to bust you. Come one, we want to hear you beg for female discipline."

"um, please Miss Alison kick my balls."

"No, no no," said Miss Pamela, "say 'Please teach me proper respect for womanhood."

"Please teach me proper respect for w-"

Before I could finish, Miss Alison unleashed a ferocious kick, which connected with incredible precision to my dangling exposed orbs. The top of her shoe trapped both nards perfectly between her hard foot and my body. I imagine if you had a super slo-mo camera, you would have seen my balls compress to their absolute limit at that split second when she made contact. A shock traveled from the base of my groin to my brain and I collapsed in complete agony. In the background, I once again heard female laughter echoing through the room. It took me over a minute to regain my bearings. But they weren't finished.

"Get up, dipshit! Get back in front of your superiors!"

"P-Please miss," I said, "I've learned my lesson." I put my hands out in a pose of complete submission.

The two women turned and gave each other looks of triumph.

Pam spoke, "so Alison, what do you think we should do with him now. Got any good ideas?"

Alison thought it over, smiling. Suddenly she brightened. "Well, let's test his obedience. Why don't we make him play a little fetch? You know, like a doggie."

Pam: "That's an excellent idea! I even know what we should make him fetch." She opened her purse and to my shock she pulled out a tampon.

She waived it in my face. "This is as close as you're ever likely to get to any pussy," she said tauntingly. "Now go get it." She threw it across the room.

For the next ten minutes, they played a game of fetch. I was the dog. Of course, I was forced to stay on my hands and knees. And I had to retrieve the tampon in my teeth. When I went too slowly, one of the girls would inevitably scream "faster, faster!" or "Hurry up, douche bag." or "move your dumb fucking ass." Soon I was sweaty and my knees were killing me. The girls were indifferent to my plight. Miss Pamela threatened more ball kicks if I didn't move my ass. I'm sure I made quite a spectacle with my cock and swollen balls bouncing around as the ladies watched with looks of sheer glee on their merciless faces.

Of course, being a total pussywhipped fool, I have to admit it at this point, despite the pain in my knees I found myself incredibly aroused during the exercise. Before I knew it, my cock was again at full mast and my ball sack ached - not just from the beating it had absorbed by the cruel female kicks, but from arousal.

Miss Pam had me sit up and beg with my hands in the air in a submissive posture. Alison noticed my predicament. "Looks like he's all hot and bothered again." She pointed at my dick.

Pam: "Unbelievable, we're just sitting here and dipshit can't control his little dipstick."

Alison: "What a spaz."

Pam: "He just can't control himself around women. Isn't that right, dorkface?"

Me: "Yes ma'am, I can't control myself."

Pam: "So what do you think we should do about it?"

Alison: "More kicks?"

Pam: "hmm, I actually have a better idea. I'll bet dufus wants to get his rocks off."

Me: "Yes Mistress Pamela. Please."

Pam: "Then say it then. Say, 'ladies, I can't control my little pull toy and I wanna cum."

Me: "I can't control my little pulltoy and I wanna cum."

Once again, they both laughed their hot asses off while I kneeled there like an idiot. Looking at their lovely legs and laps, both clad in tight fabric just made me even more excited. My cock literally throbbed, and clear pre-cum had begun oozing from my peehole.

Pam: "What the fuck do you think we're gonna do about it? If you want to come, you have to do it yourself. Of course, I'm sure you're used to that?"

I felt my face reddening. Suddenly Pam stood up, and before I knew what happened she slapped me across my face. Talk about startling.

Pam: "If you want to come, you're going to have to beg to spank your silly monkey in front of me and Alison here."

Of course this was an easy decision. I was of one mind. I had to get my rocks off and Pamela knew it. I began to beg, but Pamela slapped me again and said "get on the floor and kiss our shoes and maybe we'll think about it."

I did as I was told. I heard Pam speak to Alison.

"Alison, it's your call. Do you think we should let him do his disgusting little masturbation routine in front of us, or not?"

Alison: "hmmm, I think we need to supervise it."

Pam: "How nicely put. I agree. I think I'll take a few photos with my digital camera too, for posterity’s sake."

Alison: "What a great idea. Did you hear that, dipshit? You're gonna be in pictures."

I sat up. This did not sound good. "Please, Miss Pamela, no photographs, please, please please."

Pamela: "You don't have any say in this. You are my and Alison's lackey and you'll do EXACTLY what we say. Haven’t I made myself clear?"

"I, I, no, I can't," I stammered. But before I finished, Miss Pamela reached out with her beautiful hand and began to expertly run her little fingernails on the underside of my hard shaft. She tickled my balls and then went back to teasing my cock. Mesmerized, I quivered with pleasure. I felt myself coming close to the edge, but it was as though Pamela could sense it. She pulled her hand away. “Don’t think I’m going to do it for you,” she said.

I cast my eyes to the floor. Of course I wanted to please her. She was so perfect. But I didn't want to have photos of me jerking it get out on the internet. It was as though she read my mind. "Don't worry jerky boy. We'll keep the photos our little secret as long as you behave."

I sat contemplating.

Suddenly I saw that mean look on Miss Pamela's face again. "Look idiot, you don't have a choice. Crawl your ass to the bathroom, get some toilet paper and come back within 20 seconds. If you don't get back, we'll be repeating this exercise in front of five of Alison's best friends. Onnnne...two...three.”

I scampered to the bathroom, half in dread, half more excited than I'd ever been in my life. I yanked off as much toilet paper as I could and scampered back in front of the women just before Miss Pamela reached 20.

"Give me the tissue," Pamela ordered.

I handed her the tissue.

"Beg us for permission to jerk your penis, you idiot!" Miss Pamela shouted with a measure of triumph and glee in her voice. She was loving this!

"Please give me the honor of jerking my penis, Miss Pamela and Miss Alison."

Both of them pretended to deliberate. They asked each other what they should do. They made me beg again and again while my pole throbbed and leaked. Finally they gave me the go-ahead.

I pumped away and within a minute I was ready to shoot.

"Don't you dare shoot your spunk without our permission," Alison said.

Once again I had to go through the entire begging routine. They wanted to make it perfectly clear that my ability to shoot was their decision. I had to crawl from one set of pretty feet to the other and beg repeatedly. Finally, after making me go back and forth five times, they gave me the go-ahead. First Miss Pamela ordered me to "stand at attention."

Miss Pamela then positioned the toilet paper in front of my crotch. "Go ahead, dumbass, let's see you try to impregnate this tissue."

With that, I lost it. The largest pent-up orgasm of my life built from deep within. I shot jet after jet of thick cum into the tissue. It was an amazing explosion. I don't think I had ever blasted that big a load in my entire life. Pamela caught every single drop neatly on the folded tissue. Alison captured the entire event on her digital camera. I heard the clicks and saw the flashes that spelled my doom.

Pam: "It's amazing something so fucking small could make such a big mess!"

Alison: "Yayyy, it's a bird, it's a plane, no wait, it's super jerkoff!"

Pam turned and laughed while simultaneously reaching between my legs with her free hand. Suddenly, before I knew what had happened, she had a vice-grip on my balls. I was going nowhere. In her other hand she held the tissue.

Pam: “Alison, what do you think we should do with this disgusting mess?”

Alison: “What did you have in mind?”

Pam: “I think we should make him eat it.”

Alison brightened up and started laughing again. “Eww, that’s kind of gross, but also kind of funny. Do you think he’d stoop so low?”

Pam: “He doesn’t have a choice. In fact, I’m going to make him beg us to do it.”

With that she began to put pressure on my nut sack while bringing the tissue up to my face. “You’re going to beg for the honor to eat your creamy spunk in front of us, dipshit. Starting right now.”

I couldn’t believe this. Now that I had come, I wanted out. Miss Pamela had sensed this and she had me by the balls. She wasn’t about to let go. I said, “Please, Noooo.”

“I said BEG, loser! Plead for your disgusting mess in front of Alison and I!” With that she squeezed even harder, causing that pain in my stomach to return.

Alison spoke, “C’mon loser. We want to hear you beg to EAT IT, you pig!” She snapped off several more shots.

I had no choice. “P-Please, Miss Pamela and Miss Alison, I want to eat my c-cum.”

Pam: “Stick your fucking tongue out! C’mon, show us how badly you want to eat your loser load. BEG!”

I stuck my tongue out and continued to beg. “Please, make…me…eat…my cum!”

“Call it your loser load!”

“Please make me eat my loser load!”

“FINE, have it your way, cum eater, but I want you to look right into the camera while I force-feed you your load.”

I turned my head and looked as Miss Pamela squeezed even harder and placed the cum-soaked tissue onto my tongue. “Eat it!” she squealed with delight.

And that’s exactly as I did, as Alison recorded my ultimate humiliation on film.

“Eat every fucking drop of your mess,” she ordered.

I did as I was told. I licked up every disgusting drop, as this petite little vixen half my size held me by my balls.

“How’s it taste, loser?” Pam asked.

“Gross!” I mumbled.

“Gross,” she mimicked me. “Try again,” she said, and try to be a bit more grateful for me taking the time to properly discipline you.”

“It tastes, ugh,” I said.

“Thank me for taking the time to teach you a lesson, you ass!” she yelled.

“Thanks for teaching me a lesson, Miss Pamela.” I mumbled.

“So how does that feel anyhow?” she asked. “How’s it feel to be put in your place by a woman ten years younger than you?”

“Um, humiliating Miss Pamela,” I said, looking into her eyes.

“I’ll bet,” She said, and with that she gave my balls one final squeeze, causing me to double over in agony.

As I lay there in complete humiliation, I heard Alison say “Pam, that was the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my life. You’re a total queen.”

“Believe me Alison, the pleasure was all mine.”

“We should do this again with my friend Katie. She’d love to see this.”

“Sounds good. We’ll switch things up a bit. I have to go, but he missed out on a good hard spanking. Next time, we’ll take turns.”

“Can’t wait!”

When my hour of humiliation at the mall was finally over, Miss Alison offered Miss Pamela a ride home. Miss Pamela turned to me and "I guess I'm finished with you then." Of course before leaving I had to kiss the shoes of each young lady and thank them once again for putting me in my place.

On the ride home, I went over the events of the evening in my mind. I couldn't believe I had allowed myself to be worked over like that by a pair of the so-called inferior sex. Then I thought of their wonderful curves and how they smelled as I scurried around debasing myself for them. Wouldn't you know it - my cock once again pulsated with excitement. While I was terrified what they might do with the incriminating photos, my fear was of minor consequence when I thought of the exquisite pleasure I felt at the thought of being so owned by Miss Pamela. When I got home to my apartment, I headed right to the bathroom. I got on the floor and stroked myself while pretending Miss Pamela was squeezing my balls and forcing me to do things I didn't want to do.

The next few days, Miss Pamela was out of the office on some program they had the interns on. She returned to the office on a Wednesday and paid me no notice whatsoever. She was busy in meetings. Thursday was a day I’ll not soon forget. Miss Pamela looked red hot, as usual. She wore a light-gray pants suit with pointy black high heels. Once again she looked like the consummate professional. Apparently Rebecca Adams had a big presentation and Pamela was involved. She ignored me for much of the morning until I sneezed. I heard her voice and turned around.

"Need a tissue, Rick?" she asked and smiled that devilish smile at me.

She was gone again in the afternoon, I assume at Rebecca’s presentation. Late in the day I saw her walking with Rebecca and her assistant Jamie Sanders. The three ladies looked very proud of themselves as they chatted amongst one another.

Pamela sat back at her desk. I knew better than to bother her without permission. Then, I noticed the little letter icon in the lower right corner of my computer, indicating I had an email. It was from an unknown hotmail address. There was an attachment. First I read the email. It said, "Open this while nobody is looking. It's amazing what 8 mega-pixels can show, huh? PS: Get your owned a$$ to the parking lot at 5:00 sharp. -MP."

I scanned the room to make sure nobody was around before opening the attachment. The title was "wanker1.jpg." It was my greatest fear. It was a photograph of me in an incredibly compromising position. I was naked and on my knees. My face was bright red with lust and desire. Looking lower in the photograph, I was pumping furiously on my not-so-impressive dick. A slender female hand jut in from the left side of the frame holding a tissue in front of my unit. You could also see the lovely legs of the female tissue-holder, clearly comfortably seated with the beautiful high heels planted firmly on the ground. The first large gush of cum was clearly visible as it shot into the tissue.

I took a deep gulp and closed the attachment. It was 4:55. I had five minutes to gather myself and get ready for whatever Miss Pamela had in mind. A thrill ran up my spine.

I went outside and found my mistress sitting in her red jeep, talking on her cell phone. She made me stand there and wait for a good five minutes while she finished her conversation. Then she rolled down the window and smiled up at me.

"So what did you think of the photograph, jackass?" she said.

How was I supposed to respond to that? I had no idea. So I just grunted something about it being humiliating.

"Have you already forgotten your place?" she said. "When I speak to you, you are to answer with total submission in the most humiliating fashion possible. I guess the lessons I taught you the other day have already been lost by your dull male brain."

"Yes, um, ma'am, I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"Better," she said. "You seem to forget that I have 14 incriminating photos of you, many much more embarrassing for you than the one you just saw. I’m not afraid to use them if need be, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Miss Pamela.”

“Good, but I think you need additional training,” she smiled again, clearly enjoying lecturing me. “And I need a cheap servant. So, follow me."

I followed her to her condo complex. Unlike me, she was a property owner. It was a nice two-bedroom condo.

"Let's get down to business," she said, putting her bag down and plopping her cute little body on the couch. "Get on your back, on the floor and spread your legs." She pointed to the area directly in front of her on the couch.

I did as I was told.

She proceeded to plant her left foot directly onto my package and stomped down as though she was putting out a cigarette with her lovely heel. I felt the pain and grunted.

"Nothing like a good ballbusting to relieve the stress of a long day," she said. "What do you say?"

"Thank y-Ugh, you, for busting me, Miss Pamela, Ooof,"

"That's right," she said. "Ok, here's what's going to happen, I'm going to go in the other room and change. Notice, I'm going to change PRIVATELY, like a dignified person, as opposed to you, who is going to be COMPLETELY exposed for my viewing pleasure. You will NEVER see MY private parts, but yours will be displayed in the most humiliating fashion imaginable, and believe me dork, I have a great fucking imagination."

"Yes Miss Pamela," I said.

"Don't forget it. So, when I go slip an outfit of MY CHOOSING, here's what YOU'RE going to do without hesitation," she instructed. "You're going to strip down to nothing, but leave your socks on and your undershirt. That way I don't have to look at your disgusting hairy upper body while you clean my condo. GOT IT?"

"Yes Miss Pamela, thank you Miss Pamela," I said as submissively as possible.

"Oh and one last thing," she said, removing the elastic that held back her glorious flaxen hair in a ponytail. "I want you to wrap this tightly around your PENIS and your ballbag.” And when I say tightly, I mean double it up so your junk can't escape. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good! When you're ready, kneel on the floor in front of my CLOSED door and wait for me." And with that she flicked her elastic hair bun like a slingshot. I think she was trying to hit my balls but instead it flew high and hit me in the forehead. She just laughed and went into her bedroom.

I did as told and positioned myself on my knees in front of her bedroom. Then I wrapped the hair bun around the base of my cock/balls and doubled it up. It was fairly painful because it restricted some of the blood flow to my male parts. I’m sure that’s what she had in mind. When I thought of my predicament and the gorgeous little woman ordering me around, my penis quickly inflated and throbbed.

After several minutes the door opened and out walked Miss Pamela looking as juicy as ever. She was wearing a pink suede jumpsuit. It hugged her glorious curves. Since I was on my knees the first thing I saw was her delicious midsection – that hump where her glorious jewel hid behind the fabric. That was right before she laughed and proceeded to kick my exposed ball sack with her bare foot. Because my balls were trapped by the elastic hair bun, they had no place to “escape” to when her little foot crashed into them. Fortunately I think she knew that and it wasn’t a full force punt, but I still collapsed in agony.

She looked down at me and said, “get up!” To assist the process she reached down and grabbed my ear. She took me around her condo and explained all the things I was to clean while she watched TV and caught up with her gal pals on the phone. “When you’re done, I’m going to inspect your work, and if I don’t like what I see, I can be VERY vindictive,” she said.

My next hour was spent cleaning her kitchen, and bathroom, much of the time on my hands and knees. I also vacuumed the entire condo. From time to time she would get up and check on my progress. While I did the dishes, I felt a pair hands come up behind me and it was Miss Pamela. With her right hand, she cradled my balls in her fingertips. With her left hand, she lightly stroked my penis. I immediately went rigid with pleasure. She whispered in my ear, “You’re doing a very good job. I’m proud of you. Keep it up.” With that she gave my balls a light squeeze, just enough to remind me who was boss. Then she went back to watching her show. I think it was Gilmore Girls.

While I was in the process of cleaning her toilet, she came into the bathroom and asked if I was done with the kitchen. “Yes ma’am” was all I said.

She pushed me up against the wall and said, “Are you fucking kidding me? Look at the floor.” Again she grabbed my ear and escorted me to her kitchen. She showed me a spot I had missed on the floor. “You may keep your little shit-hole dirty, but in here you better have higher standards.” With that she held my chin with one hand and proceeded to slap my face several times with the other.

“I’m sorry Miss (SLAP) Pamela. It won’t happen (SLAP) again.”

“It better not happen again. Look jacktard, I don’t like having to take time from MY show to bitch slap you.”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am,” was all I said. She slapped me so hard that tears welled up in my eyes. I hurried to clean the spot I had missed.

When I was finished, I got on my knees and held my hands out in a submissive posture in front of her. She was on the phone and proceeded to ignore me for the next few minutes. Then wrapping up, she told whomever she was talking to, “So you know that pervert I was telling you about? Yeah, well he’s right here on the floor in front of me. I just made him clean my condo - naked.” She laughed and I could hear laughing through the other end of the phone line.

“Say hi, naked moron,” she held the phone out to me. “That’s my friend Samantha. You are to refer to her by her proper title since she is a superior female.”

“Hi Miss Samantha,” I said.

“Hi naked pervert,” I heard a cute voice on the other end of the line.

“Tell Miss Samantha what you look like right now,” Miss Pamela ordered.

“Miss Samantha, I’m (gulp) naked, except for my t-shirt and my socks and a little elastic around my, um, penis and balls.”

I heard uproarious laughter and then, “That’s great, idiot, now put Pam back on the phone.”

I did as I was told and Pam finished her conversation up. She turned to me and said “Some day if you’re lucky you’ll get to meet Sam and she can watch you do stupid things to yourself. But today is my day to deal with you one on one.” Her eyes lowered toward my crotch, which was still fully engorged. My balls were shades of blue from her earlier teasing.

“So I suppose you want to WHACK OFF for me,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” I nodded my head vigorously.

“You realize it will have to be done under my complete supervision, right?” She taunted me, knowing fully well that by now I understood the implications of my orgasms when she was involved.

“First I have to do something with you. Follow me to the bathroom. CRAWL.” She pointed to the ground.

She walked to her bathroom and I crawled behind her. She pulled some ladies shaving cream and a new razor out. “I think it’s high time I shave your penis and balls,” she said.

I didn’t like the idea of getting shaved, but I loved the idea of her performing the deed. She sat on the edge of the tub and ordered me to climb in and lie on my back in the tub. She had me remove the elastic hairbun, which caused a great deal of pain. Then she sprayed her pink gel shaving cream down at my stiff member and said “lather yourself up. DON’T get too excited or I’ll smash your balls into the ground, is that understood?”

“Yes Miss Pamela.”

Once I had my crotch fully lathered she reached down and began to shave the area above my dick. Of course, my stiff penis got in the way and she gave it a couple of playful slaps, which made it even stiffer. Pre-come had begun oozing from the tip. “Move your little dicky out of the way,” she demanded. I did as I was told and she completed the task. In order to rinse the blade, she had to turn on the cold water and it splashed down near my head, causing me to give a groan of surprise. Miss Pamela just laughed and ordered me to “be still.”

Once she completed that area, she said “I think your balls need a good shaving as well. Spread your legs.” With that I was forced to lather up my aching orbs. Then my owner reached down between my legs with her tiny fingers and wrapped the base of my nut sack between her thumb and forefinger, effectively putting into a tight vise. She looked down at me, smiling, and said, “There’s something about securing a fully grown man by his balls. It gives a girl a great feeling of power and control.”

I could have sworn her voice had grown throaty. I never would have said anything to challenge her authority, but I think my mistress was getting off on dominating me.

She shaved my balls thoroughly. The feeling was fantastic. I could see from the look of concentration on her pretty face that she was really enjoying herself.

When the job was complete, she put her razor down and said, “I’m sorry, dork, but,” she let out a big sigh, “I feel a strong urge to crack down on you right now.” With that she began flicking my balls with her free hand, while continuing to secure my balls in a vise like grip with the other. She flicked my balls good and hard – her intent was to cause pain – which she most certainly did. Each time she flicked my exposed sack, she let out a triumphant female groan. I let out my own groan, of male pain and resignation.

This went on for a good five minutes. It was an incredibly intimate moment. Our voices made almost a symphony. Female pleasure combined with male agony. I couldn’t take it any longer.

“P-p (ughhhh) Mistress Pamela, I’ve (ahhhhhhhh) learned my lesson. Please, I’m (oof) begging you!”

She seemed to heed my pleas. She stopped and looked down on me. “Alright, I suppose I’ve made my point. Get up.”

With that I got up out of the tub. She sat on the toilet and ordered me down on the ground in front of her. “I suppose you want to jack off now?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then SAY IT!”

“Miss Pamela, please give me the honor of jacking off in front of you.”

“Here,” she said, pulling off a wad of toilet paper. “You know the drill.”

I began pumping away. I looked at her sitting Indian-style on the toilet and snuck a peak at her glorious crotch area. I could have sworn I saw the tiniest spot of moisture coming from her source of power. With that I completely lost it and blasted one of the most amazing loads of my life.

Pam, herself, was caught by surprise. “That’s it, pump it all out. Don’t stop! That’s a good jacktard.”

She moved the disgusting cum tissue toward my face. “Open wide, it’s feeding time.”

I was completely spent and deflated as I sat on the floor in front of my mistress. I think it had been just about the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Now, just like the other day, my cruel tormenter was forcing me to ingest my own splooge as though I was some kind of animal.

I could feel the vestiges of male pride rising up in me. Having shot my load, I was satisfied and no longer as eager to please Miss Pamela.

She pushed the tissue down toward my face and said "Time for your protein frappe. Now EAT UP!"

I hesitated. This would cost me dearly. Unfortunately for me, I was in no position to hesitate. I was in a very vulnerable position, legs spread wide apart on Miss Pamela's cold bathroom floor. My back was up against the wall, and I was still winded from my incredible climax from moments ago. My reflexes were dulled.

With surprising quickness, Miss Pamela seized control of the situation - and me - as she had done since the first day we crossed paths. Her leg shot out and her bare foot stomped down on my still hard penis, trapping it against the floor. This forced me to lean forward so that the appendage between my legs that was the source of so much pleasure would not be damaged. I shouted in pain. Miss Pamela was now above me. Once again, she grabbed my ear with her free hand. Between her foot pinning my prized maleness to the floor and her fingers pinching down on my earlobe, I was going nowhere.

"I see you still haven't learned. When I tell you to do something, you DO IT," she said, looking down at me with complete authority. She put all her weight on the foot that trapped my penis, causing me howl and say "Yes Mistress Pamela. OHHHH!"

She continued "Eating your load should be considered a privilege - it means I've allowed you to pleasure yourself, which you should NEVER take for granted."

"Yes mistress."

"I realize you just got your rocks off and your spunk probably tastes gross. BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. It gives me great satisfaction to force you to do it and you’re only focus should be to satisfy me and any woman that crosses your path. Have I made myself abundantly clear?"

"Yes Miss Pamela."

"Good, now look into my eyes.” I complied. “Eat it!” She looked down at me with a look that could best be described as pure triumph. With that, she forced the tissue onto my tongue, while pinching my ear and putting her weight back on my cock, just so there would be no further defiance on my part. And there wasn't. I eagerly licked up the contents of the tissue. It took a while to get through it. While I ate, my mistress smiled down at me with pure triumph and added to my humiliation by saying "That's it, eat every drop, loser. Do it for your mistress."

I kept licking until I was eventually licking up bits of tissue, which stuck on my tongue. "Don't stop until I say so, cumeater," she said. Finally, satisfied I had completed the task, she made sure I thanked her, which of course I did without hesitation.

My reward was a firm kick in my already sore balls, which caused me to roll around the floor in pain.

Miss Pamela left the room for a while, while I recovered. When she returned, I did not at all like what was in her hands. It was a large fraternity style paddle and the implications were clear.

"I ordered this from a catalogue the other day," Miss Pamela said as she tapped the scary implement on the palm of her hand. "I figured I'd need to use it on you at some point and your disobedience has given me just the excuse I need. GET UP."

I got up, while muttering "oh no" under my breath. Miss Pamela heard me and said "oh yes! That's right, you're going to get your bare ass spanked, and hard. Stand in front of my bathroom mirror."

I did as told and she immediately lined up the cool wooden paddle against my backside. It had full coverage.

She lectured me, "You've come a long way since we first met. You're learning your place. But you're clearly not there yet. You need additional male training, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Then beg for it! You see, this is exactly what I'm talking about. Your weak male brain only responds to threats and discipline. Why do you think you goof off all day at work?"

"I don't know, ma'am."

"Of course you don't know. You're a typically stupid inferior male. And now you're going to get your ass paddled by a superior woman. Now wiggle your ass around and beg."

I began shaking my ass, which caused my frontal parts to flop around. As if things weren't bad enough for me to begin with. "Please, Miss Pamela, spank my ass! Teach me a lesson,"

She didn't hesitate. The first crack was a shock to my system. It felt like someone had held a hot frying pan to my ass. I yelled in pain and said "Thank you, ma'am."

WHAP! "That's it, thank me after each one."

For the next several minutes, Miss Pamela steadily paddled my ass. At times, she moved down my thighs, which hurt just as badly. In no time, the pain became excruciating. My knees bent, my ass moved around in a futile effort to avoid the pain. I began begging her. "Thank you ma'am, please ma'am I learned my less WHAP- Thank y'ow, please please," I begged. But she wouldn't stop. I saw her face in the mirror and it was a look of complete feminine determination on it as she delivered my punishment. Finally, when I felt on the verge of a total breakdown, she stopped. I was sweaty and unsteady on my feet.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Miss Pamela said. "Turn around and let's take a look." I turned so my ass was facing her bathroom mirror. It was bright red. Some small welts had come up at the very tip of my buns. Miss Pamela admired her dirty work, "That looks like it must be very painful." She gave each bun a slap with her bare hand, causing me to flinch.

"Yes ma'am, it hurts," I gasped.

Disregarding my comment, Miss Pamela said, "Open that drawer for me," she pointed to the drawer in front of him. He opened it, revealing a small, but sturdy oval hairbrush. She smiled at me.

"You didn't think I was finished, did you? That was just a warm-up." She took the hairbrush and again, as she so often did, grabbed me by my ear. "I'm afraid we need to continue this in the other room."

With that, she dragged me into the other room and sat down on the couch. She pointed to her lap and said, "Time to take you over my knee and spank you like the little boy you are."

Well, she had put the fear of god in me so I quickly climbed over her lap. Inside I was thinking "oh my god, what has happened to me? I'm being treated like an eight year old by a woman ten years younger than me." It was too much to comprehend. I began sobbing even before she delivered the first blow from the hairbrush.

"I know, this must really be a jolt to your little male brain," she said. A petite woman like me dominating you physically and sexually. But I think you know this is what you need," she said almost sympathetically.

"I realize this is little consolation, but I think in time you'll look forward to female discipline because it's good for you. And deep inside you want it."

I just sobbed. I couldn't believe this was happening. My ass was searing with pain. "Give me your right hand," she said. I complied and she pinned it behind my back while pinching her knees together and trapping my flaccid penis firmly between them. The velvety feeling of her little thighs squeezing down on my most sensitive body part sent a little shock of pleasure through my body. I went stiff momentarily.

Then the first perfectly placed blow from her hairbrush came crashing down in the most tender part of my left butt cheek. Because of the way she held me, I couldn't move. My only response was to kick my leg almost convulsively.

She spoke: "You can cry all you want, but I'm not going to stop spanking you until I'm completely satisfied you've reached a new level of submission to me. Like I said, this is for your own good."

With that, she smacked the other cheek in the most tender part. Then the barrage commenced. Back and force from left cheek to right cheek, the paddle coming down in the same tender spot on each cheek. SMACK! SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

I sobbed loudly. I was way past the point of begging. The only thing I could do was cry and groan and kick up my legs in agony. Finally, I even stopped kicking. My entire existence became my flaming ass. Each blow went straight from my ass to my brain center, informing me that the person delivering the pain was my master and conquerer. I opened my mouth and I wailed, not like a little boy anymore, but an infant.

At last, the punishment ended. "Stand up," I heard her say. I jumped to my feet in front of her, but could not stand still. I jumped around, grabbing my ass and crying "owwwwwwwwwww."

Miss Pamela sat, holding the brush in her hand, a look of complete satisfaction on her face. "Ok, I know it hurts. Now kneel in front of me." I immediately kneeled on the floor in front of her and put my hands out in submissive posture. Since she was sitting, we were at eye level. I was still bawling.

She leaned forward, "Well, I'd say you learned a hard lesson tonight," she said. "Want to tell me what you learned?"

"I learned to obey you no matter what, ma'am," I said. "I'll never hesitate again, ma'am, I promise," I sobbed.

"That's good," she said. "And the next time you're given permission to jerk out one of your loser loads in my presence, will we have any problems?"

"No ma'am, next time I'll beg you for the honor of eating my spunk for your enjoyment. I promise!" I couldn't believe the words coming from my mouth.

"Excellent," she said. "I think we've made some good progress tonight. I'm knew some one on one training would be good for you."

"Yes ma'am, thank you for the lessons ma'am."

"Believe me, it's my pleasure. I told you I take great joy in putting you in your proper place. Now, before I dismiss you for the evening, you need to know about an upcoming event that will require your attendance."

"Yes ma'am?" I asked with a degree of trepidation.

"This Sunday, I'm having some guests over my condo," she said. "All women of course. My friend Samantha who you spoke to on the phone will be joining us. Allison from the mall. You remember her, I assume? Well she's bringing along her friend Katie - supposedly Katie's a hoot - and Katie has an exchange student visiting from Europe - I forget where. They know all about you. The four of them will be here, fully clothed, of course, which is more than I can say for you."

I gulped and my face turned red. But I said nothing.

"That's right, you'll be responsible for serving and entertaining us. Needless to say, I expect complete deference from you. These are SUPERIOR females, which means you are to absolutely fawn on them and respect their authority under any and all circumstances. Do I make myself abundantly clear," she said.

"Yes ma'am." I was crying again. It was humiliating enough being exposed like this in front of Pamela, but FIVE WOMEN? I was completely mortified.

Picking up on my reticence, Pamela said, "I know, it promises to be an afternoon of excruciating humiliation for you. But I think you'll enjoy it. And if you don't, I really don't give a shit. Don't think I won't send out photographs. Rick Senior and Mary (she referred to my parents - I had no idea how she knew that) would get a real kick out of seeing you whack your little pud. And I'll bet your younger sister Amy would get quite a jolt out of seeing you being force-fed a cum-soaked tissue," she laughed.

"Oh my god, yes ma'am, whatever you and your lady friends want, I will do it," I said.

"Good," she beamed up at me. "You're learning. Now get dressed and get out. I'm finished with you for today."

"Thank you ma'am," I said and I hurried on out of there.

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