The Village 3
By TCP
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Copyright 2016 by TCP, all rights reserved
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The Village -
By TCP
© 2016 TCP
All of TCP’s stories are just
that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it
is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real
world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act
as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations.
Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into
temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.
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Phillip's story... His ongoing
ordeal as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... A
curious location... Phillip is the only boy in the village... and a 'junior'
member of the village Girls' Club.
Or, Princess Leia has taken
control of the Boys' Rebel Alliance as females rule over the entire Galaxy so
far, far away. Luke, Han and Chewbacca are all held prisoner at the Girls'
Empire headquarters, no doubt being questioned, teased and tortured into
submitting to female rule... A powerful tractor beam prevents the Millennium
Falcon from leaving the Girls' Empire base, demonstrating total girl
supremacy...
Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old...
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip
and a veterinary practitioner.
Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and
owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'
Alison and Elizabeth Knight - 10 years old, and twin sisters.
Caroline Forbes-Marsh - 13 years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old.
Natasha Billington - 12 years old.
Anita Billington - 10 years old.
Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.
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Chapter 3 - A
Song, A Dance And Another Test...
Tuesday night...
Well, what a day
that was... If everything that had happened to me in my second visit to the
Girls' Club hut had not been enough, my whole world seemed to come crashing
down when I got back home. A horribly humiliating situation played out as I was
masturbating on my bed, in the 'safety' of my own bedroom... Safe until I was
climaxing and calling out all sorts of embarrassing things... only for my
mother to enter the bedroom, right at that very moment... as I said,
"Boys are
weaker than girls..."
So, I was sat
there, sheepishly silent as my mother dished up my dinner, rabbit and potato
pie. I was biting my lip, my head bowed in embarrassment and waiting for my mum
to explode into a tirade about being a dirty little boy for what I had been
doing and saying. But instead, my mother moved around the table to dish out my
dinner with calmness, almost humming contentedly before sitting down opposite
me to start the meal.
"You decided
to get dressed again for dinner Phillip..." my mum began calmly. "You
wouldn't have preferred to stay naked?" Her face cracked into a rueful
smile of mischief.
'Here we go,' I
thought solemnly. The chase was on...
"Mum... no
way... of course not," I fired back defensively, unable to look at her. I
mean, she had seen me naked... I know that sounds dumb for an eleven year old
boy to think. Of course, a mother would have seen her son naked countless
numbers of times... But this was different now... wasn't it? I wasn't a young
youngster any more... I was much more aware of being naked in front of females
now... and what private parts were all about... And well, she had caught me
naked on my bed while I was masturbating and calling out all sorts of weird
stuff. Even worse, I was in a state of orgasm at that very moment she opened
the door and saw me.
The only thing
that could have possibly made that situation worse was if that snooty little
cow, Suzanne Forbes-Marsh was there and taking pictures of that situation. And
that didn't really bare thinking about.
"Awww, don't
be shy Phillip... I know what I saw and heard... you were just making yourself
feel good. There's really no shame in that you know?" my mum said, working
food into her mouth to await my response.
"But
mum..." I replied quietly... nervous as hell at where this was all going
to go.
"It's no big
deal really... all boys do it... It's perfectly natural..." she said,
trying to get my attention... "Phillip, look at me... I'm serious honey...
I'm not judging you sweetheart... you're my little boy who's just starting to
grow up..." I moved some of the pie around on my plate and felt myself
begin to blush at how sweet and caring my mum was trying to be for me.
Reluctantly I looked up at her... into her loving eyes.
"I'm sorry
mum... you weren't meant to see..."
"Well I did
see... and really it's nothing to be so modest about. I mean, you were in your
own bedroom... It's my fault really, I should have knocked. I didn't realise
that you were growing up so fast... And anyway... it could have been
worse..."
"Worse?"
I asked curiously, finally managing to get some of my dinner into my mouth.
What could possibly be worse?
"Sure
honey... you could have been doing it in the woods... you know... in front of
people who forced you to do it when maybe you didn't want to..."
Instantly I
stopped chewing and swallowed hard... I felt my stomach sinking and I just
wanted to run away from there... I couldn't deal with this, I was only eleven.
My mum noticed my ongoing discomfort. It was as though my mum could read my
mind... and I even asked myself if she was a user of the dark side of the
Force, looking into my very soul for all the answers...
"Mum... this
is embarrassing... can we just..."
"Come on
Phillip sweety... you're holding stuff back from me like you never normally do.
I just want to know that you're okay..."
"It's okay
mum... really..." I replied, obviously lying and trying to get on with my
dinner.
"Okay... well
tell me a bit about your day... did you have another adventure?"
"Uh-huh..."
I sighed, nodding quietly.
"In the
woods?" she asked. I nodded again and then looked away from her quickly,
carrying on with my dinner. "Come on, tell me... tell me what got you so
excited and in such a state to say all those things in your bedroom when I came
in..."
"It's just a
game mum... just pretend..." I began. "The girls and I were just
talking about stuff... and we played a bit of Star Wars... that's all..."
"Well, it's
good that you're making friends with the other kids in the village Phillip...
Okay, I know, they're all girls just now... but it's a start..."
"Uh-huh... I
guess..." I replied sheepishly and non-committal.
"Are they bullying
you Phillip?" she pressed.
"No mum...
girls can't bully boys..." I blustered, lying through my teeth. I kind of
knew that my mum could tell I was lying too, but I was too embarrassed to admit
it to her. I was sticking to my story. "It's like I said, it's just a... s-secret
game... "
"Come on
honey... I know how, forceful, girls can be when they outnumber a boy... So
tell me, what was all that stuff about boys being weaker? Hmmm? Do the girls...
make you... do things? Or make you say things you don't agree with? Do I need
to speak to anyone's mum to get them to leave you alone?" You could say
that this was a Swiss cheese moment for me... After all, in a single stroke,
all of my problems could be resolved couldn't they? A little help from my mum
and everything would stop... all of it.
"Mum... No! Stop
it... it's okay... It was just a silly dare... it won't happen again...
Tomorrow I'll go back there and it will be someone else's turn... I don't want
to talk about it any more..." Did I really want it all to stop? Surely if
I did, I would have cried into my mum's arms and begged her to make it all go
away wouldn't I? Perhaps I didn't want it to stop passionately enough... There
was curiosity and a whole lot of excitement within me. At some point, I would
surely get what I wanted... wouldn't I?
"Okay
Phillip... I understand," my mum soothed me. "But I was a girl once
too you know? I know how cruel they can be, and how difficult they can make
things for people who are, a little different... And girls know that boys are
different... You know where I am if you need to talk... okay handsome?"
"Yes
mum..." I replied quietly, forking more of my rabbit and potato pie into
my mouth.
"Good boy...
But tell me one good thing that happened today... That's a new rule now we've
moved here... Tell me about one good thing that happened..."
I tensed up with
nerves again... A new rule? God, this was like being back in the hut. Was there
even a good thing to tell? Okay, yes there were some very good things... but
was there a good thing I could actually tell my mum about?
"The sun was
out..." I replied, trying to throw my mother off the scent good and
proper. I was entrenched in secret boys and against girls stuff and I wanted to
figure it all out for myself... still looking for a way to prove myself as a
boy. I still had my pride, even it was damaged and submissive right now.
"True... but
that's not what I meant... Come on... you had all day... something good must
have happened?"
"Okay,
okay..." I relented, staring at my mum with raised eyebrows. "I
kissed a girl... satisfied?"
"What? You?"
mum giggled in playful disbelief. "You kissed a girl today? First time?"
"Yep..."
I blushed, barely able to conceal a giggle. I had relaxed a little. For a short
while, it made me feel warm and good inside my body as I remembered kissing all
of the girls... especially Emma. Even having to confess to each girl I kissed
that I was their 'nudie slave boy' was not enough to quell the excitement and
discovery of actually kissing girls.
"You see? I
told you yesterday... you keep on being a good boy around here and the girls
will be knocking on the door all the time to be with you... Well, well... my
little boy really is growing up... I better put a lock on the door at night
huh?"
'If only you knew
mum...' I thought with great irony. 'You'd never let me out of the house
again...'
And with that, the
teasing inquisition ended and I came out of it reasonably unscathed. I knew I
had to be more careful about making noises and doing stuff in my own room... I
had to make sure I never got caught doing 'that' kind of stuff ever again.
After dinner, I
took care of my toilet business and took my usual bath... an even more thorough
bath than the previous evening.
'Now you know boys
have a stinky front bottom to keep clean too...' I could hear Anita teasing me
as I washed myself... All round my genitals... around and inside my bottom and
right into my navel too... Soap was everywhere and it felt kind of slippery
and, well you know, kind of tingly.
Pyjamas on, it was
time for bed.
Wednesday...
After all of the
excitement and exertion of the previous day, I found that I did not struggle to
get to sleep, finding it quite easy to clear my mind of all the cruelty and
nastiness I had been through. I just thought about kissing Emma, over and over
again... Then I imagined us playing Star Wars games together... But playing the
games my way... with a boy in charge. Before I had chance to command that she strip
naked though, I was asleep and missed all the fun.
When I awoke, I
saw it was another glorious day outside in Langton Magna and looking at the
clock, I knew my mum would have already left for work. I was entrusted to look
after my own breakfast.
Breakfast was
easy... toast from the toaster, margarine from the fridge and a liberal spread
of marmalade, also from the fridge too... So simple, even an eleven year old
boy could do it. The radio in the kitchen was still on and there were news
reports about unemployment in the United Kingdom topping over three million
people. It had been that way for the best part of five years with very little
sign of change. Thatcherism eh? I was too young for all that shit, so I turned
the dial and listened to Radio 1 instead... As I ate my toast, a record
performed by a girl group called Bananarama was playing. They were singing a
song called 'Venus...'
I'd heard the song
before and I kind of sang along with the words... thinking of Emma.
"She's got
it... yeah baby she's got it... I'm your Venus... I'm your fire, at your
desire..." Don't get me wrong, I wasn't up out of my chair and dancing
around the kitchen or anything... but I was boogying along in my seat as I ate
my breakfast, singing into a pretend microphone. "Her weapons were her
crystal eyes... Making every man, mad... Black as the dark night she was... Got
what no one else had... Wah!! She's got it... yeah baby she's got it... I'm
your Venus... I'm your fire, at your desire..."
When the song
finished, I thanked my imaginary 'crowd' and finished my toast.
After that, I quickly
drank my orange juice and went to get dressed. Thinking for a moment, I
actually went and had another bath first... a thorough bath with plenty of
bubbles. If I was going to be inspected today, it was going to be green ticks
every single time.
After my bath, I
dried myself off and hung up the towel. Naked, I trotted back to my bedroom and
began to dress myself. I found a pair of plain black briefs in my drawer and
put those on first... Then I retrieved a pair of black socks with an image of
Master Yoda on them and put them on too. With the sun shining outside again, I
put on my denim shorts from the previous day and picked out a clean, sporty
looking blue and green t-shirt. Stopping to look in the mirror, I looked back
at myself and imagined for a moment what was likely to happen today...
'More of the same
I bet...' I thought. 'I hope I get to feel good again... Come on... get it
together... you're REALLY only going back to get your Millennium Falcon...
aren't you?'
With that thought,
I didn't set off for the woods immediately. Instead, I fooled around with my
Star Wars figures like I had the previous evening... Only this time, I really
was quiet. Not that there was anyone home other than me. It felt a little
embarrassing and awkward at first as I acted out scenes, with me pretending to
be Princess Leia... I was pretending to force male action figures to strip
naked... make them receive spankings from her for disobedience, failed inspections...
and generally pretending to be a girl in charge of all the boys in the defeated
Rebel Alliance.
'This is so sissy,'
I thought to myself briefly, but realised that by acting out these female
dominant little memories and fantasies, I had sprouted a healthy little boner
in my pants again. Just like the previous evening. I was very tempted to 'do
something about it' and masturbate right there and then, but somehow I
restrained myself.
At 10.55AM British
Summer Time, my Princess Leia action figure handed over control of the Boys
Rebel Alliance to a female Stormtrooper called Captain Marsh... Quite a
revolution in Star Wars terms that... a female Stormtrooper... in 1986... and
in charge!
"If the boys
give you any trouble..." I spoke as Leia, "then you know what to
do..."
"Yes ma'am...
I won't let you down... Girls rule forever..." the Trooper replied (well,
I replied as the trooper. You know how this all goes by now right?).
"Girls rule
forever..." Leia said before climbing into the cockpit of the X-Wing
fighter. Preparing the craft for an on time departure, I made all the usual
electronic sounds I knew and started the engines ready for a spirited take off.
Indeed, at eleven o'clock prompt, the X-Wing lifted off with a flourish and
began it's journey to the other side of the Galaxy... deep into the territory
policed by the Girls' Empire...
'Whether us boys
like it or not... as long as we do as they say, the Girls' Empire is now our...
enforced ally...' I thought briefly as I made the X-Wing depart from my bedroom
and to the hall where my trainers were. With my footwear on, I once more
departed from the cottage into the bright sunlight, locking the door behind me
and placing the key under the mat... a well practiced routine now.
Making my way
along the quiet lane towards the woods, I noisily hummed Leia's Theme, an
uplifting and bright theme, as the X-Wing entered hyperspace and transported us
to the edge of the Girls' Empire... or the woods... With effortless grace, I
scurried into the woods, performing a wing-over and tight orbit of a patch of
stinging nettles to ensure that Leia was not being followed...
Assured that I was
alone, I continued into the woods, X-Wing held aloft with the Princess
piloting. Deeper into the woods... ready to embrace another day of adventure
and... who knows what?
About half way
between the end of the lane and where the Girls' Club hut was in the woods, the
canopy of trees was quite thick... Milky shafts of warming July sunlight filtered
through to the floor from the openings in the treetops. It was a totally
different world to that of my bedroom... It gave me a greater sense of
adventure... a sense of risk... and nervous excitement. I think I had begun to
associate being in the woods as being inside female territory... which of
course it was. I knew that by being there, stuff was going to happen to me...
stuff that was scary... stuff that was humiliating... but also stuff that was
exciting... and often felt good. It was starting to feel natural to allow
myself to 'give in' and be taken over and dominated by the girls.
'I'm gonna be a
good boy... I'm gonna obey,' I thought... 'I want to be naked in front of
girls... oh heck... no I don't... not really... I just want to get the
Millennium Falcon back... I want them to make me feel good... I want to see
them naked too... I want to do stuff... with girls... I want them to like me...
Oh shit... I don't really know what I want... But I want to be happy... I DO
know that...'
Checking my watch,
I saw that I was a few minutes early, so I kept a discreet distance from the
hut... Entering a carefully hidden holding pattern in the flight of my space
ship, at a distance of some fifty yards, I could just make out that there were
two bikes resting up outside hut... Two pink bikes... girls' bikes...
I edged closer...
silently and carefully... Closer and closer to the hut... I could just make out
the distinctive sound of girls giggling and laughing inside... but I couldn't
hear enough to make out any of the words that were being spoken... Although I
couldn't understand what words were being said, I recognised the voice that was
doing most of the talking... it was Caroline... the leader.
I carefully placed
the space ship down at my feet, and knelt down. I cupped my ear with my hand
like a good Boy Scout to see if that helped me hear what was going on any
better. But alas not. I was suddenly startled by a shallow buzzing noise... I
gasped and looked round to see if there was a bee or a wasp trying to attack me
or give away my position, but I couldn't see one... I finally deduced that the
buzzing sound was actually coming from inside the hut... accompanied by a
chorus of girlish laughter...
With the X-Wing
now stowed under my arm, I crept ever closer, now about ten to fifteen metres
away, ensconced in a thick shrub for cover. The buzzing continued, along with
the giggles inside... several different girls, all amused by something. I tried
to focus on what the buzzing noise was... To my eleven year old boyish mind, me
being a big Star Wars fan, I imagined it to be a lightsabre... The noise that
whatever it was made, did sound like a lightsabre being waved around...
Suddenly, the
buzzing stopped. I checked my watch and swallowed... it was nearly time. Flight
or fight? Stay or go? Of course, I stayed... I wanted it... I seemed to want
their attention... and their acceptance... And most of all, I wanted my other
ship back too. 'Whatever the cost...'
And then, I could
make out what was being said...
"Okay...
let's get this and those cleared away... He'll be here in a minute..." It
was Caroline again...
"Can I take
this one home today?" It was Anita's voice... "It's been ages since I
borrowed one with spanking in it... and the boys being spanked are so cute...
especially when they have to get naked first..."
'Oh my god... what
is she talking about?' I thought. 'Is that a magazine they've got too?' I
looked around and paid closer attention to the two bikes leaning up against the
side of the hut... The seats were quite low... obviously for young girls.
Little multi-coloured 'spokey-dokey' things were attached to the spokes to make
a jingly sound as the bike travelled along. 'These bikes must belong to Anita
and Suzanne... They're the most childish girls in the gang... Hmmm... I
wonder... Since they know so much about me... maybe I can learn a bit about
them too...'
With a sudden
freelance adventurer's desire and no less bravery, I dared myself to creep over
to the bikes and sniff the bike saddles... I needed to answer my sudden
curiosity... The girls knew a lot of intimate things about me... it would only
be fair if I got something in return... It would be like a small, victory in
response to what I had suffered so far at the hands of the girls... Maybe it
would be the start of a long strategy to actually get even... or maybe ahead in
the 'game' against them.
I knew it was a
naughty thing to think about... in fact it was quite perverted. But my mind had
been warped by the previous couple of days... Almost anything seemed possible
now. And I wanted a victory... even a small one... Just enough to help me
think, 'I'll know something you don't want me to know... I'll know what your
bike seat smells like... Maybe that's what all girls smell like... down there
too...'
Just at the moment
I was crouching down and ready to move my face and nose closer to the first
bike seat, ready to smell it... the alarm on my watch beeped, nearly making me
drop my X-Wing and nearly making me shit my pants. It was eleven thirty 'on the
nose...' - but not the bike seat.
'Shit... shit...
oh god... it's time!' I blustered in my mind, standing back upright quickly in
case I was caught with some explaining to do. Almost standing to attention, I
called out cautiously...
"Hello? C-can
I come in?"
"No, wait
there... Bed wetting wanker!" I heard Suzanne call out almost angrily. There
was some mischievous, hushed girlish giggling from elsewhere in the hut at
Suzanne's derisory instruction.
"Okay..."
I said quietly... There was some muffled rumbling from inside the hut,
presumably as 'girls only' stuff was being packed away from prying enemy eyes.
Looking back, I
can see now why I was such a novelty and attraction for them... A boy around
their age... lonely... outnumbered, and who, despite initial confidence and
bravado, was so easy to manipulate and give a 'live nudie show' for them... Much
better than pictures or drawings or stories in a book. It was just how far they
needed to let me dangle on the edge of forever to keep me coming back... time
after time. Right then, it was the need to get my Millennium Falcon back... but
also secretly, a newly realised need to 'feel good.' That was a hastily growing
attraction... like a bee to the nectar. Only I had still to learn just how
'good' the nectar was... and how much work was involved in getting it.
"Right on
time again Phillipa," Emma said brightly, addressing me from the doorway
of the hut. "And Princess Leia has come back to play too... I hope she has
good news for us..."
"Hmmmmphhh..."
I sighed with obvious displeasure.
"It would be
a shame if we had to take her prisoner again... wouldn't it?" she teased,
before taking my free hand softly and leading me into the hut.
It was a familiar
feeling of anticipation, excitement and impending humiliation as Emma escorted
me inside. I liked the feel of her soft, warm hand in mine. It felt
comfortable... welcoming and safe. Totally flying in the face of everything I
was sure was about to happen to me all over again. I realised, I liked holding
a girl's hand, especially hers.
My eyes had to
adjust from the brightness outside to the comparatively dim shade of the hut
interior and I was escorted first to Caroline's 'throne' to place the X-Wing
fighter next to the Millennium Falcon... and then to what was now my 'spot' in
the circle before I had chance to fully look around and see what the situation
was. There was of course the aroma of once damp wood, the hut being warmed up
from being baked in sunlight, and the familiar scent of the potpourri. The scent that reminded me of being a
naked boy in a room full of clothed girls... of being inspected... displayed...
fondled and masturbated by girls... The scent reminded me of having orgasms...
kissing girls... mouths... feet... toes... and reminded me that I was a member
of the weaker sex. A nudie slave boy...
When I was able to
see properly, I looked around the hut. It was a busy place that day. There were
seven girls there, along with me, the only boy. All of the girls sat up neatly,
Indian style on their cushions, while I stood next to mine awaiting instruction
or 'permission.' The only exception was Caroline, she sat up straight as she
could on her garden chair 'throne...'
Apart from
Caroline and Emma, I also noted Suzanne, Natasha and Anita... And then two new
girls. Of course, I recognised them too from the Sunday School Choir practice,
but I didn't know their names... although I soon would. I did notice that they
looked the same age... both had chestnut brown hair, and they wore the same
clothing... yet they didn't look the same. I changed my previous assumption as
to who the bikes outside belonged too.
Caroline was
wearing a baggy red and yellow t-shirt with denim shorts and her beach sandals.
Natasha was wearing a white summer dress patterned with strawberries, and a
pair of flip flops... no socks. Her summer dress was patted down between her
legs to cover her panties. Her younger sister, Anita was wearing a green and
white hooped soccer shirt and white soccer shorts. On her feet, Anita wore
black trainer socks and had white trainers with green trim.
Elsewhere in the
room, Emma was wearing a light blue t-shirt and had denim dungarees on. She had
white ankle socks with frilly trim, and black trainers. Suzanne had turned up
for Club clad in red cotton shorts, a white t-shirt with a beach scene motif on
the front and had pink ankle socks inside her white trainers. Next to her, the
ever present camera was ready to capture any new action on film for
posterity... much to my chagrin. The two new girls both wore yellow and pink
sports shirts, I guess they were light fitting t-shirts. They also had matching
lycra shorts down to their knees, black ankle socks and pink trainers with red
trim and laces.
"Before we
get started," Caroline said quietly addressing me, "Emma has some
questions for you... about your... space ship..."
"Phillipa...
we know that you have brought Princess Leia back to us today... tell us what
news she has... Did the Boys' Rebel Alliance agree to surrender and join
us?" Emma smirked playfully at me. She was enjoying this.
"Miss Emma...
Princess Leia was successful in taking over control of the Boys' Rebel
Alliance... They have agreed to join the Girls' Empire..."
"As our
allied slaves? Will the boys obey the girls?" Emma asked, double checking.
"Y-yes... the
boys will obey... as slaves..."
"Good... then
peace will spread throughout the galaxy... The natural order of things will
continue with girls in charge of everything... You won't regret it, and neither
will the Rebel Alliance... Good boys always get rewarded..."
There was quiet
giggling amongst the other girls as the scene played out, making me feel
awkward, childish and embarrassed, especially in front of two new girls. I had
pretty much just confirmed that all of my Star Wars heroes, my action figures
and my space ships were technically under 'girl control.' The male characters,
now the slaves of the females...
"That's all
very good Phillipa," Caroline interjected with sincerity. "But the...
'Millennium Falcon' that is so precious to you, stays here, with us until I say
or you win it back... Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss
Caroline," I replied with quiet yet obvious disappointment. I was sure
that by submitting to them, in real life and in the 'game,' that I would
actually get all of my stuff back. There was obviously more to come to
challenge me... I hoped I was 'boy enough' to cope with it.
"Good
girl..." Caroline smiled falsely. I could tell she was mocking me. She
then looked over at the girls I didn't know yet. "For the girls who have
not been introduced yet... this is Phillipa... our newest member who joined us earlier
in the week after an impressive induction..." Both of the new girls looked
at each other and smiled knowingly. "As you'll soon see, Phillipa is a boy
and so is a junior member here with us."
Both of the still as yet unknown (to me) girls giggled again, obviously knowing
what being a 'junior member' entailed for a boy, and understandably looking
forward to seeing me get naked.
"Phillipa, it gives me pleasure to introduce Alison and Elizabeth
Knight... You may recognise them from Sunday School Choir, and of course, as
girls, they are full members of the club. So you will obey them, just like you
do any other girl. Alison, you start..."
My heart was experiencing a familiar trauma... forcing the blood and
adrenalin to pound through my body as I looked at them being introduced... Yet
another two girls were now in charge of me... and no doubt soon to see my
private parts. I still didn't know just how many girls were in this Club...
Briefly, I panicked that all of the girls in the whole world were members of
this Club. But of course, that was impossible. But how many were there? I still
didn't know how many girls there were in the village as a whole. I was still
meeting new ones!
"I'm Alison and
I'm ten..." the first girl spoke... Chestnut brown hair, somehow hypnotic
and attractive hazel coloured eyes and with some colour in her cheeks too. She
looked quite active and athletic and tomboyish... A cute little snub nose was a
defining feature. Not a princess... but not ugly by any means... After
speaking, her lips formed a charming smile that oozed confidence. "You
seem a lot more handsome than I remember from Sunday School... I hope you've
learned to behave since then... I don't like naughty boys..." She then
looked to her sister and nodded for her to go next...
"I'm Elizabeth...
and I'm ten too..." the second girl added with a less friendly smile. Her
hazel coloured eyes burned into mine, instead of being welcoming. I could tell
she didn't like me straight away... that was my perception anyway. "Alison
and I are actually twinth..." Twinth? Oh, 'twins...' It seemed that Elizabeth
had a lisp. "We live on a farm about a mile from Langton Magna, so we have
to use our bikes... I know what you're thinking... we don't look the thame...
That'th becauth Alison was born a day before me..." Her smile finally
broadened. "Just so you know, I don't like naughty boyth either... You
better behave, becauth I thpank real hard!" Okay, okay... she said that
she spanked naughty boys really hard... It was enough to make me behave... I
didn't want a spanking, especially off any more girls. "I thpank boys on
their front as well as the back... right acroth their little willeeth..."
I gulped and
blushed at that final revelation... Was it possible that there was a girl more
cruel that Suzanne? Maybe this one was... Briefly, my hand subconsciously went
to protect my crotch from being spanked before I resumed my expected 'welcome'
position. Elizabeth enjoyed my reaction as I saw her smile broaden further and
her eyebrows lift upward, daring me to cross her and find out! Being Alison's
twin, I was aware that Elizabeth had the same chestnut coloured hair, albeit
slightly shorter and straighter, and she had the same hazel coloured eyes. The
striking difference was that Elizabeth had a thinner, longer looking face, more
boyish than that of her sister... Her nose was a lot more pointed... Elizabeth was
quite skinny too in comparison with her sister's more athletic looking frame.
In fact, I would have described Elizabeth as slightly bony, definitely not a
girl I would have considered chasing after for affection.
"Now you
Phillipa..." Caroline then encouraged me. "There's a good
girl..."
I turned on the
spot to fully face the two new girls in the group properly, and saw them looking
back at me with expectation, keen to know more about me. Their eyes locked on
mine imploringly... daring me to look at each one in turn as they judged me...
"H-hello...
Miss Alison... and Miss Elizabeth... I'm Phillipa... and I'm eleven..." I
finally said quietly, feeling quite awkward and embarrassed about meeting yet
more girls from the Club. Of course, having to use my 'girl' name was still
just as humiliating.
"Good girl
Phillipa..." Caroline teased softly. "Even though you're a boy, you
have learned quickly how to introduce yourself properly. You will be rewarded
for that later on. Now it's time to start the meeting... Girls... let us
pray..." Together, all seven girls stood up straight and lowered their
heads to look at the floor. Together, they recited their code... I lowered my
head too as I listened...
"This is our girls
club, 'til the end of our days...
We are superior, boys are our slaves...
Girls rule forever... and boys must obey...
Because boys are inferior, in every way..."
After a pause, Caroline said,
"Girls rule forever..." The other six girls then repeated...
"Girls rule forever..."
Just like the
previous day, I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the words of
their code and it's symbolism... But equally, I was impressed with the
synchronicity and unity in which the girls chanted their code. Word perfect,
timing perfect and not a single fault. Girlish perfection. And just like the
day before, I couldn't help but feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck
stand up.
'It must feel good
to be a girl...' I thought randomly. 'I mean, a girl in Langton Magna... in
this club... It's better to be a girl isn't it? Because they're better...
They're better than boys aren't they? Oh shush! Traitor! Okay... maybe these
girls are better than you... just for now...'
I could feel a
mild tingling in my groin... despite the words chanted by the girls being so
threatening to my whole gender, I was feeling a little bit excited again. Okay,
more than a bit. It felt... kinky to hear them say it... and no less naughty to
secretly start to believe it. It was beginning to feel natural and right... Instead
of trying to convince myself otherwise, I was beginning to understand and
believe just why girls were in charge of things and why they were the superior
sex.
"So girls, we
have a boy member with us today, so it's time to listen to him as he admits his
truthful beliefs about the two different sexes..." Caroline smiled icily
and nodded for me to begin...
I noticed that the
boys' code was affixed to the wall right behind where Caroline stood, just
where it had been pinned up the day before. Big letters... I had no need for
the little blue card in my pocket now... It was burned into my memory by now
anyway... but I looked up to the code on the wall, and I freely volunteered to
begin my next boyish adventure in 'submission to girl domination.'
As I looked up at
the words on the wall above Caroline's head, I could see each and every girl
looking in my direction out of the corners of my eyes. Some looked expectant,
some no doubt smirking and feeling their own tingles of excitement as they were
about to watch a boy betray his whole gender once more, and fall under their
commanding spell.
I took a deep
breath and planted my feet squarely apart to stabilise myself. My tummy
fluttered and made me feel a little queasy... I was dreading this... having to
say all that stuff... all over again. To admit I was an obedient slave to seven
girls... to admit that all boys were slaves and inferior to girls in every
way... to admit all that to a hut full of seven girls... Why did it make my
genitals tingle and pulse like crazy?
"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."
"Girls rule
forever!" Caroline said as soon as I was finished. It reminded me of when
people said 'amen' in church... And like the day before, the six other girls
repeated it again...
"Good girl
Phillipa... We know how hard it is for boys to admit the superiority of girls
out loud... and what it means to accept that girls are so naturally in
command... Boys really should relax and let go of the misguided beliefs that
they are the dominant sex... It's not healthy for them to live that lie... Mother
Nature has teased them and lied to them and they have believed for thousands of
years that it's the male who is dominant and superior... As you are now
discovering, by joining our Club as a junior member and exploring the true
wonders of female rule, both girls and boys can have a lot of fun together...
very liberating isn't it? All boys have to do is be good and obey... and they
will be rewarded... I really am impressed with the way you delivered your
admission today... I think you are beginning to fully accept it... and recognise
the truth... Yes, I think you will have to be rewarded today..."
"Th-thank you
Miss Caroline," I replied, biting my lip submissively and looking down at
my feet to hide my blushes. It was like being addressed by a legendarily stern
school headmistress, as she is praises the rare beast that is a clever,
sensible boy. A boy who is demonstrating all the academically positive traits
normally associated with girls and who is the headmistress's pet for being
submissive and mild with it.
"And now the
Langton Magna Girls' Club is in session... Phillipa, like we practiced
yesterday, to remind you fully that ALL girls are in charge of ANY boy in this
Club, please follow Alison's instructions..." With that, I looked across
to Alison, one of the youngest girls in the hut. Another one who was a full
school year younger than me... She was grinning expectantly, like I was little
puppy dog about to get inoculated... or worse.
"Let's start
with a nice easy question... Which sex is best Phillipa?" Alison teased
smugly, her hands planted confidently at her waist... "Girls... or
boys?"
"G-girls..."
I replied, my voice crackling in a whisper, feeling my mouth dry. Alison didn't
seem to respond, so I said it again, a little more loudly, and with better
manners... "Girls are best... Miss Alison."
"Mmmm... good
boy..." she smirked patronisingly. She then pursed her lips as though
thinking what to say to me or tease me with next. "So... does that mean
it's better to have a vagina... or a silly little willy?"
Oh god... I
blushed at the line of questioning and gulped. I really wanted to look away
from Alison, but her eyes held me captive. She was maybe using the dark side of
the Force on me...
"I... errm...
I don't know Miss Alison," I replied tentatively. "I mean... I like
my... I like what I've got... errm..."
"You like
having a willy sprouting out between your legs? Is that it?" Alison
teased, looking at her sister and at Caroline for gleeful approval.
"Yes, Miss
Alison..." I blushed, nodding my head to confirm my humiliating answer.
"Then say
it... Tell us..."
"Miss Alison,
I like having a... thingy... errm... a willy between my legs... I like being a
boy..."
"Hmmm...
we'll see," Alison said cryptically. "Well, I'm a girl... and like
most if not all girls... we know that it's better to be female... and
naturally, it's better to have a vagina... and a vulva between our legs... tell
him Lizzy..."
"It'th much
better to be a girl," Elizabeth continued where her sister left off. Her lisping
voice confident, icy and dared me to interrupt or defy her or answer with
anything other than what she wanted to hear. That's girls for you... "It'th
better to have a nice, neat looking vulva... Each one a pretty and perfect work
of art... Instead of a wriggly little th-quirmy, wormy willy th-prouting from
your crotch... And that dumb little bag of marbles underneath... I know you
haven't seen a girl's private parts yet... and that's a magical secret you may
find out one day... You'll th-ee that GIRLS are much better designed... Our
private parts are tucked away nice and neatly... hidden from view... When a
girl is th-tanding in front of you with no clothes on, you can't really th-ee
anything... unless SHE shows you... But for girls... when a boy is naked, it'th
all right there, poking out from his front like a banana on a tree...
However... boys' willie-th are much, much th-maller!"
At that, there was
a crescendo of giggling amongst the other girls. I clenched my fists and tried
to tough it out without making a remark or doing anything that would get me
into spanking trouble. I just knew that Elizabeth would get the job today and
she had already told me that she spanked boys on their penis, as well as their
bottom.
"So, is it
better to have a willy... or a vulva Phillipa?" Alison asked, resuming
control of our 'chat.'
"A v-vulva...
I guess, Miss Alison," I relented finally, ashamed at betraying myself
again.
"Good boy...
while you are a junior member here with us... we'll be able to show you lots of
reasons why it's better to be a girl... and why having a willy, isn't so
good... You'd like us to show you why it's better to be a girl wouldn't
you?"
"Yes Miss
Alison," I whispered, crestfallen and full of nerves.
"Good... it's
going to be so much fun playing with you as a junior member in our Club...
Lizzy and I are sorry we missed your induction the other day. It sounded like
such good fun and Emma has told us just how much of a good boy you've been
since you joined and how you have learned so much... We can't wait to have fun
with you too..." she giggled, staring right into my eyes, and making me
blush scarlet...
"So today,
Lizzy and me are going to get to see what we have missed out on so far... Show
us what a good, obedient little boy you are now and strip down to your
underpants for us... Remember, boys start with their trainers and socks... When
you are just in your underpants, stand by your cushion, facing the group in
your 'welcome' position..."
I swallowed hard
and found my mouth still very dry. There I was again, for the second day
running, a boy of eleven being commanded to strip down to my underpants by yet
another ten year old girl... And for the third day running, about to get naked in
front of so many other girls... Even though I was no stranger to getting naked
by now, this was going to be horrible. Seven clothed girls... SEVEN! And me,
about to be their nudie boy. A real live anatomically correct member of their
opposite sex. 'Inferior in every way...'
With reluctant
obedience, I kneeled down to unfasten the lace of my left training shoe... the
start of my strip... a repeated routine from the day before... Changing knees,
I then unfastened the lace of my right trainer. My heart was already thumping
hard inside my chest and my breathing was deep and laboured... I could feel the
heat radiating from my cheeks as I set about the removal of my clothes in front
of the girls.
"Strip...
strip... strip!" I heard Suzanne and Anita begin to giggle and chant
firmly as I stood back up to kick off my left trainer... "Strip, strip,
strip!" the other girls joined in and began to clap in time with the words
like they had done the day before as my right trainer came off.
Next, I slowly lifted my left leg and fiddled giddily with the black
sock, the caricature image of Yoda in green and brown stitching at the side covering
my foot... I felt queasy again as I felt the eyes of all the girls watching me
as I continued to remove my clothes in front of them and the brief dizziness
almost made me lose my balance. I was almost hopping on one foot as I fought to
control my body while I continued my humiliating task. I managed to rid my foot
of the sock and placed it neatly inside the foot hole of my left trainer.
Planting my now naked left foot onto the floor of the hut, I stood up straight
to regain my composure, breathed deeply then bent down to repeat the process
with the removal of my right sock...
"Strip, strip, strip!"
With both feet now naked and planted on the floor of the hut, I was
again reminded of just how vulnerable I was and how totally compliant I was
being inside the Girls' Club hut. I was their show... their boy shaped strip
show... their toy... their obedient little boy shaped toy. Once again, I was
showing the girls how submissive I was... how inferior I was... how easy to
dominate I was... You see, I was 'just a boy...' An example of the weaker
sex... the dumber sex... the malleable sex. I was fuel to the fire of their
repeated demonstration of unquestionable girl supremacy.
As my feet became accustomed to the cool floor and the air circulating
around my naked toes, I spread them wide and wriggled them to give myself a few
more precious seconds of time before I continued... I looked at Alison, maybe
to see if she would tell me to stop... But my experiences so far all week told
me truthfully that the girls would not stop... Not until they decided... They
wanted me in my underpants... and strip down to my pants was what I was going
to have to do...
"Now your t-shirt Phillipa..." Alison beamed, overjoyed at the
control she had over me, just because she was a girl.
'She's better because she has a girl thing... a vuh-v-vulva,' I found
myself thinking quickly. Somehow, she had something 'better' than me between
her legs and I still didn't fully understand what it was... or what it looked
like. 'Girl things are better than boys' willies... Oh god... don't let me get
stiff... not yet... Girls rule... forever... they'll laugh at me...'
"Do I... do I really have to? I mean... there's seven of you..."
I asked quietly, knowing the answer straight away, but I was stalling for time,
trying to delay the inevitable. I was a sucker for drawing everything out
longer than it needed to be... Some things I was a lot slower to learn.
"Of course you have to! Wanker!" Suzanne spat noisily, instantly
grabbing my attention with her usual dismissive style when dealing with me.
"She's a girl, she told you to strip, and you WILL obey her too! So, strip...
Get on with it! Or we'll set Lizzy on you!"
"Strip... strip... strip!" the other girls continued to
gleefully chant, with Suzanne joining in again after her admonishment of me.
"Don't be shy Phillipa..." Alison smiled. "You've been
nudie for all the other girls... so it's only new for Lizzy and me... We
promise not to laugh at your willy when we see it..."
"Not much anyway..." Lizzy smirked, before joining in with the
'strip' chant again.
I gripped the bottom of my blue and green cotton t-shirt and began to
lift it from my waist... I felt the familiar wisp of cool air swathe over my
now exposed tummy... I sensed the nudity of my navel... the horror of realising
it could be called a 'dirty front bottom' by the girls still fresh in my mind.
And then, the t-shirt was clear of my rib cage too...
"Strip, strip, strip!"
I lifted the material of my t-shirt high enough to clear my head and
neatly folded it up before placing it on top of my trainers... my familiar pile
of boy clothing was beginning to grow again. And there I was... an eleven year
old boy in a hut full of seven fully clothed and excitable girls ranging from
ten to thirteen years old... staring at the half naked boy, in the process of
stripping in front of them... now clad only in just denim shorts and plain
black briefs... Not that the girls could see my briefs just yet... but significantly,
just my underpants and denim shorts now spared my blushes for now.
"Good boy... you really are quite handsome," Alison teased...
"Now you know what to take off next... cutie..." With a nervous
breath and with my hands shaking, I grappled at the top button of my denim
shorts... My fingers were more practiced now and despite my obvious nervousness
and embarrassment, I quickly freed the first button with a silent 'pop...'
With each button on my denim shorts being freed, there was an
incremental escalation of the nudity I felt approaching... the speed at which
it approached me and the enhanced state of vulnerability and surrender it all
represented for me. My god, I really was stripping naked in front of seven
girls... I really was obeying a ten year old girl... I really was excited by it
too...
'Oh god... what's happening to me? I think I'm actually looking forward
to them seeing me... maybe... Girls rule... boys obey... boys are inferior...
in every way...'
"Strip... strip... strip!" the girls chorused, the top button
of my shorts now open for them to see. I found myself beginning to tremble a
little bit as I fingered around the second button... but that one popped free
quite quickly too.
'It's not the end of the world Phillip...' I thought. 'They're in
charge, but they're only girls... And they're only going to be seeing parts of
the human body... Your boy's body... Once they've seen it... the worst will be
over... won't it? Oh shit! It IS the end of the world Phillip White... you're a
boy and they're GIRLS! About to see you all naked... a real live naked boy
again... Oh god, but they make it feel so good... some times... Just let them
win... and you will be rewarded... Caroline said so...'
The waist of my denim shorts was hanging freely from my body again, the
second button now open.
"Strip... strip... strip!" the girls continued their gleeful
rendition, teasing and encouraging me in equal measure. I swallowed hard and
took a deep breath as I contemplated the release of the third and final button
of my denim shorts. My heart pounded relentlessly within my pre-pubescent
chest, as I looked at an expectant Alison... she was nodding and smiling...
silently willing me to complete my task in front of her and the other girls.
I managed to wrestle the final button of my shorts undone too... It was
quick, but my hands were now truly trembling as the moment arrived for me to
take my shorts off and add them to the pile of clothes next to my cushion. With
my tummy doing somersaults, and with a blush of shame, I took hold of the top
of my shorts and tugged them downwards...
"Off... off... off!" the chant changed, Anita and Suzanne
leading the other girls with joy written across their faces. Much quicker than
I managed the day before, my shorts were soon clear of my buttocks, past my knees
and pooled at my ankles, ready for me to step out of.
"Woo-hoo!" I heard Alison call out, like a child on Christmas
morning unwrapping a surprise present... She clearly enjoyed the view as my
plain black underpants were revealed and I stood up to step out of my shorts.
In fact, I briefly noted that all of the girls were staring at me, right at my
underpants... right at my crotch. They could tell I was already a little firm
inside there... and it tingled in there too... How shameful.
After stepping out of my shorts, I bent forward slightly to pick them
up... folded them carefully and placed them on the pile next to my cushion...
The chanting finally stopped as I moved my feet slightly apart and
positioned my hands to my sides... I stood there in the 'welcome' position as
Alison had instructed. She was smirking victoriously at my crotch. For a few
moments, I was glad to still have my boy parts covered, albeit by just my
underpants.
I looked from Alison to Elizabeth and back again as I ruminated over
what was going to happen next. I kind of knew already that I would end up fully
naked and exposed, but if it was anything like the previous day, one of the
'new' girls would take the lead and pull down my underpants. I wasn't wrong
either...
"Doesn't he look so cute and precious wearing just those pants
girls?" Caroline teased, the other girls chuckling between themselves as
they ogled my virtual nudity. "But as you know Phillipa, all boy members
have to get naked... so Alison and Elizabeth are going to play a little game to
see which one will have the pleasure of taking down your pants and putting you
on display... won't that be fun?"
I swallowed and took a deep, pensive breath but remained silent.
"I said, won't that be fun? Phillipa?"
"Y-yes... Miss Caroline..." I lied, wondering what the game
would entail.
"It's quite a simple game... Suzanne, bring the frisbee from the
chest..." Caroline addressed her younger sister. Suzanne quickly went over
to one of the wooden toy chests and retrieved a pink frisbee and handed it to
me, before sitting back down on her cushion. "Tell us first, which girl,
Alison or Elizabeth... would you prefer to be the one to pull down your
underpants and make you all nudie again? Hmmm?"
"Errm... I... I don't know... Miss Caroline... I..." I
stammered. How do you answer a question like that? One girl was going to hate
me... the other girl would hate me even more, surely? "Please Miss
Caroline... can't I just do it myself?" I whined weakly. Why did life have
to be so complicated?
"No, no Phillipa... that wouldn't be anywhere near as much fun as
watching you decide which girl you want to pull your pants down and get you
fully naked again!" Caroline was clearly enjoying my torment. "Oh
no... pick either Alison or Elizabeth... or even both! Wouldn't that be fun?
One girl each side of you pulling your little boy underpants down! I'll give
you ten seconds to decide... go!"
"Oh...
errm... Miss Caroline please..." I stammered, my cheeks crimson at the
thought of what was going to happen. I looked quickly at both Alison and
Elizabeth, and soon realised that being twin sisters, they were quite
competitive with each other...
"Me...
me!!" Alison called out loudly, raising her hand like a schoolgirl
desperate to answer a question from the teacher... "Ask me to do it... and
I'll give you that good feeling in your willy before you go home..."
Alison smiled at me warmly, a playful glint of promised mischief in her eyes...
"Emma told me you like it... and I love to make boys feel good down there
too... Boys look so funny when their good feeling starts and they can't stop
it..."
Wow... Alison, a
girl, was telling me that she would make me 'feel good' if I chose her... Then
I looked at her twin sister, Elizabeth, she was equally demanding of my
attention.
"No way! Pick
me! Pick me! If you ath-k me to do it, I won't th-pank your willy too hard when
I get the chance to punish you..." Elizabeth teased, making a spanking
hand gesture in front of her to try and intimidate me. "But if you don't,
I'll make sure you cry like a baby when I th-pank you... I like to see boys cry
when their willie-th get punished..."
Oh my god...
choices, choices... Either way it was chalk or cheese... love or hate... risk
or reward...
"Time's up
Phillipa... which girl would you like to pull your underpants down and strip
you naked? Hmmm? Lizzy or Alison?" Caroline smirked, revelling in my
indecision and struggle for rhyme or reason.
"Errm... I'd
like Alison to do it!" I finally gabbled weakly, my head bowed in shame.
"I mean... Miss Alison..." I had just been forced to choose which
girl would complete my humiliation. Only it wasn't that simple... It never was.
I had merely chosen who I would 'like' to perform the act... There was still
the matter of the frisbee... what was that even for?
"Oooh, looks
like Emma might have a little love rival..." Caroline teased, making the
other girls giggle conspiratorially. All except Emma... she looked a little
nonplussed. Not jealous as such... but something was on her mind... I was
hoping that it was me. I wanted her to like me... because I was falling for
her... "Little Phillipa wants Alison to pull his pants down and make him
all nudie... Suzanne, make sure that is documented in Phillipa's records..."
I saw Suzanne nod and make a mental note before her older sister continued.
"Chance will decide which girl will finally strip you naked Phillipa...
That frisbee has a symbol on the top side... can you see what it is?"
"Yes..."
I replied, examining the frisbee. "It's the sign that means
'female.'"
"Good girl...
that's right... and on the other side, it's the sign for a 'male...' So this
game is a bit like 'heads and tails' that you might play with a coin. In this
case, 'heads' will be 'female' and 'tails' will be 'male...' That's because
boys have little wriggly tails between their legs don't they?" she
smirked, making me blush scarlet. "When I tell you, I want you to flip the
frisbee into the air and let it fall to the ground... If it lands with the
'female' pattern up, then Alison will pull your pants down... If it lands on
'male,' then Elizabeth will pull your pants down..."
"Why do I have
to be represented by the dumb 'male' sign?" Elizabeth whined, attempting
to protect her honour as a young female in charge.
"It's just a
game Lizzy, it doesn't matter..." Caroline giggled empathetically at the
younger girl's protest. "So... when you're ready, flip the
frisbee..."
Feeling quite daft
and no less worried about the next few minutes of my ordeal, I tossed the
frisbee into the air, making sure to give enough power to make the disc flip
over and over randomly. I secretly and quietly prayed for it to land with the
'female' sign up... I wanted to feel good... at some point today, I just wanted
to feel good. I was hooked on that feeling... If it couldn't be Emma doing it,
then at least it would be the prettier of the two twins. That's what my mind
was telling me in my naive eleven year old logic anyway.
In slow motion,
the frisbee flipped over and over, arcing upward and then down towards the
floor. It hit the floor with a 'thud,' landing on it's edge and circling around
the room like a loose cart wheel... Round and round it went as though undecided
which side up it wanted to fall and secure my fate. I crossed my fingers with
my hands down at my sides as I watched the frisbee circle tighter and
tighter... teetering on the edge one way, then the other... The anticipation of
a result was agonising!
Suddenly, the rules
of physics won... the circle of motion became too tight and the frisbee ran out
of kinetic energy... It flopped to lie flat on the floor with a 'pop.'
Fortunately for me, it landed with the 'female' sign up, which meant that
Alison was the winner... and me, well... I am still not sure that to this day
that it would be classed as a 'victory' for me... Maybe less of a defeat... but
not a victory... I mean, I was about to stripped naked by a girl again. At the
back of my mind I knew that if I got in trouble, Lizzy was going to make me pay
too... my buttocks and my poor young cock! On the bright side, I looked forward
to 'feeling good.' Looking back, as you know by now, with these girls, any time
a boy felt good, it always came at a stiff price.
"Yay, I
win!" Alison giggled, raising both hands up in the air with some sort of celebration.
I tensed and even curled my toes with distress at what was about to happen.
There were seven girls there... all eagerly waiting to see me denuded again. Of
course, the usual thoughts about running away flashed through my mind. But I
had learned so much over the last few days... Girls were smarter, they were
faster and 'stronger' too... they worked better together and they had tactics.
I couldn't run... there was nowhere to run to and hide away... I just had to
obey them and it would be alright in the end, wouldn't it?
"Congratulations
Alison," Caroline remarked, "he's all yours to strip now..."
"Ahem..."
Alison said, clearing her throat like a headmistress about to deliver a key
speech in front of the whole school and moving closer to me. "Phillipa...
I'm really glad that you wanted me to be the one to pull your pants down today,
and I meant what I said... I really will make you feel good at some point
today..." I watched her slowly get closer to me until she was standing
right in front of me. I could tell from the look on her face that she could see
the emerging fear and terror in my eyes at the prospect of what she was now
'allowed' to do to me. "Don't be afraid, try to relax and enjoy it... I
know I'm going to enjoy it... it's always fun to get to see a different boy
with no clothes on... and to be the one to actually pull his pants down...
well, it's just so much fun!"
She began to
circle me, like a lioness teasing her prey. The suspense was terrifying in
itself... there she was, a girl of just ten years of age, talking so
confidently about her experiences and how much she was going to enjoy what was
about to happen.
"Are you
nervous Phillipa?" Alison said in a whisper.
"Y-es Miss
Alison," I replied truthfully and equally as quiet. I swallowed hard.
"Awww... poor
boy... it's quite cute in a way that you should want to keep your bits and bobs
all hidden away... It's quite funny that you would be so happy to stay with us
all day wearing just your underpants too... But you really don't have to be shy
or nervous or so modest... We can all see from the chart on the wall over there
that in reality, your underpants don't really need to cover much up at all...
And really, being fully naked isn't that much different from wearing your
undies, is it?"
"I guess not
Miss Alison..."
"So with that
being the case... you don't really mind if we all see you without your pants on
do you?"
"No... Miss
Alison..."
"Very well
then... put your hands behind your head and into 'surrender' position... but
keep your legs and feet together..." Alison instructed calmly. I complied,
moving my hands to the back of my head, and steadying myself with my feet
together, and pressing my inside thighs and legs together too... I was standing
up straight... tingling with excitement and wracked with nerves. "Good
boy... now, like you did with Anita yesterday, admit to me why you will obey
me..."
"I will obey
you, because... you're a girl... Miss Alison..." I replied quickly with
obvious dejection.
"Good... Now beg
me to pull your undies down so that the girls can all see what you actually
are... Beg me to make you all nudie again..." Alison grinned, staring
right into my eyes and enjoying her power and my discomfort.
"Please...
Miss Alison... Please pull down my pants and make me a nudie boy again..."
I uttered with shame. "Please show the girls what I am..."
"And what is
it that you are Phillipa? What have you got, that you want the girls to see?"
"I'm a b-boy,
Miss Alison... And I want the girls to see my th-thing... I want girls to see
my willy..." I heard girlish giggling around me in the hut, particularly
from the younger girls there... Anita, Suzanne and Elizabeth. Alison, smirked
at me.
"And will you
be a big brave boy when I pull your pants down? Even if the girls laugh at your...
willy?" This was mental torture for me as a boy.
"Yes... Miss
Alison... I hope so..." I replied, beginning to whimper. I wanted to cry,
but I wanted to be brave too... I blinked away the tears that were threatening
the corners of my eyes and I sniffled. "I want to be your nudie slave boy
too..." I added quietly, my mind on auto-pilot... It somehow seemed like
the sort of thing that Alison, the girl in charge of me, would want to hear...
"Mmmmm...
good boy... It seems we have a lot in common... You want me to pull your pants
down in front of all the girls... and I want to do it for you... And I will!
Very soon!" Alison reminded me curtly. "You want to show your willy
off to girls... and just so you know, we want to see you show it off to us
too... And you also said that you want to be my nudie slave boy too... Well
Phillipa, I can assure you that all of that is going to happen... so everyone
wins today don't we? Hmmm?"
"Yes Miss
Alison," I gulped. With that, she knelt down in front of me and positioned
her hands on the insides of the elastic waist of my plain black briefs. My
muscles tensed in my limbs and my tummy. I got that queasy feeling again as the
moment of truth was upon me. No turning back now... I surreptitiously closed my
eyes, seeking inspiration and courage from a Jedi Master... but the Force was
silent... only Caroline addressing me...
"Keep your
eyes open Phillipa remember! Look at the girl who is about to strip you... so
you'll remember that it was a girl doing it..."
"Y-yes...
sorry, Miss Caroline," I apologised, my eyes flying open again in a daze
of confusion before settling on the hazel coloured orbs of Alison's pretty,
alluring eyes. She was beaming with glee... obviously the highlight of her day,
so far.
"Are you
ready handsome?" she teased. "Tell me what to do..."
"Y-yes, Miss
Alison... Please... p-pull them down..."
I took the biggest
breath I could and steadied myself against the fear and embarrassment I felt...
The excitement of it all washed through me too in that perplexing paradox of
sexual wonder. I felt the butterflies dancing inside my belly... my young heart
thumping away in my chest, trying to give me spirit and courage.
As Alison began to
tug at the waist of my underpants, my well practiced reaction of humiliation
management was to interlock the fingers of my hands behind my head even
tighter, no doubt turning my knuckles white as I began to ride the latest
storm. I could feel the heat of the blush in my cheeks too as I surrendered to
let a girl younger than me, strip down my underpants in front of six other
fully clothed girls...
Alison looked away
from my eyes as she continued to tug on my pants, her attention turned eagerly
to stare at my crotch, no doubt imagining what was about to be revealed to her
and the other girls. I blinked another tear away from my eye as I held strong.
I didn't want to cry again... Not in front of seven...
I saw Alison's
tongue poke out slightly from between her lips and lick first over her top lip
and then the lower one before sliding back into her mouth as her grin of
confidence broadened. Although it all felt like slow motion, I could tell that
Alison was pulling my pants down quicker than Anita had done the day before.
Indeed, my bald pubis was already exposed at the front and I could already feel
cool air over the flesh of my boyish buttocks...
"Off...
off... off..." I heard the other girls recommence their chanting and
teasing, accompanied by orchestrated clapping in time with the words. I could
also hear the tell-tale 'click' of Suzanne's camera as she captured my latest
humiliation on film for 'my records.' I couldn't bare to look at Suzanne, or
into the camera lens... I kept my attention on the girl in front of me, pulling
my pants down to expose me in front of her excited young feminist audience.
"Mmmm... Ngghh..."
I gasped and whimpered, feeling Alison's fingers wriggling inside the fabric of
my underpants, almost tickling my upper thighs as she tugged my pants further
downward, almost at the point where the root of my penis was about to be
exposed.
"Mmmm...
isn't this fun? You're being so big and brave!" Alison teased soothingly
as she paused for a moment. "Oh dear... still as bald as a baby boy down here...
just like Anita told me... Do you have a cute little baby boy size wee-wee
Phillipa?"
"NO!" I
replied testily and with some defence. "I mean... no, Miss Alison... I'm
not a baby boy... honest..."
"How big are
you then? Or how small?" Alison teased with a derisory smirk.
"I'm just
over two inches long... when soft," I replied quietly, my blushes
intensifying. I was confessing to a girl I barely knew what the size of my
thing was... a girl younger than me too... Oh gosh, why couldn't she just pull
them down and get this over with?
"Don't say
'I'm...' Call your thing what you call it... and say again how small you
are..." Alison chided me.
"My willy...
Miss Alison... sorry. My willy is just over two inches long, when it's
soft..."
"Hmmm... the
Big Book of Boy Secrets suggests that is a little bit smaller than average for
an eleven year old boy... Hmmm... that's a little disappointing for us girls
isn't it? So, how much bigger is it when you're all stiff and excited and
thinking about naughty things? Hmmm?"
"My...
willy... is three inches long when stiff... Miss Alison," I replied, my
eyes squinting to try and ride the shame I felt at this line of questioning.
"Liar!"
Suzanne called from the other side of the hut... "It's 2.8 inches... It's
all there up on the wall... there's no need to lie... Your thing is what it
is... Dummy... When it's out in the open again, we'll all be seeing it for what
it is anyway... a worthless little maggoty worm! And if you tell another lie
today, you'll get spanked!"
I swallowed hard
at the correction and threat that Suzanne had made... I looked back at Alison
and saw her drinking in my shame and ongoing terror.
"I can't wait
to see your willy for myself now Phillipa," Alison beamed. "Our
mother runs a play centre in one of the barns on our farm... Children come from
all the surrounding villages while their parents are at work in the summer...
Lizzy and I get to help out... We even change the nappies when required... especially
the boys' ones... We play lots of secret games and we've got to measure all the
boys that attend... Some of them are only a year or so younger than us... and
Jeff... he's twelve, and we measured him too... But guess what Phillipa... I
can tell you, there are boys quite a bit younger than you that are longer than
2.8 inches when fully stiff!"
"And we're
allowed to punish the naughty one-th," Elizabeth interjected with an air
of pride in her voice. "It th-eems that only boys are naughty... as it'th
only boys that get th-panked... And always with their underpants down...
th-panked on their willy and bottom... and always in front of the
girls..."
'Oh my god...
these twins are... savages,' I thought with horror, my heart rate intensifying
and my queasy tummy churning with terror. I realised that I wasn't tingling any
more... the bulge had gone... My nerves had beaten me... I was fully flaccid
inside my pants. Scared to death.
"When we
organise games for the other children," Alison continued, looking up at me
to keep my attention, "the girls always win... and the girls are always
rewarded... and now it's time for me to claim my reward!" With that, she
giggled and resumed the tugging action on my underpants... it was time for my
exposure... because she decided it was time, as though it was her right. Which
of course, in the Girls' Club, it was.
Obviously at that
time, I didn't recognise the clues in Alison's statement about the play centre
on their farm. That bit about the girls winning all the games. I was only
eleven and I missed the significance it... But looking back on it all now, it
kind of makes sense... The girls obviously rigged the games... Or at least
that's what I suspect... I was the first boy I had come across who had been
treated in this way by girls. Other boys I knew at school around that age were
still 'winners' and successful.
It was around this
time in my life, that my eyes began to fully open and witness the
female-centric world around me where females seemed to dominate over males from
birth through to death... I mean, women even live longer than men... Their
gender is superior by design. But surely... Alison and Elizabeth were rigging
those games so they could control and humiliate the boys? Maybe it's just 'sour
grapes' or some latent denial from an older, but still inferior boy! I still
don't really know.
"Off...
Off... Off!" the other girls re-commenced their teasing chant of
encouragement to Alison.
In no time at all,
Alison had pulled my underpants down to my knees, exposing the helpless little
hairless root of my soft penis... The chanting stopped and there were girlish
jeers and cheers as my boy parts came into view for them all...
Being
uncircumcised, my foreskin easily encapsulated the glans of my cock and formed
a small pouty funnel of pink flesh at the tip... Though my cheeks boiled with
scarlet shame, I could feel the contrast lower down on my body as the cool air
inside the hut suddenly circulated all round my bare naked pre-pubescent boyishness...
Over my penis... around my little ball sack too... Seven girls were looking
intently at my immature male sex organs... my underpants still at half mast
around my knees... held in place by my latest young conqueress... Two new girls
now had their curiosities about me answered...
'The girls aren't
bullying you are they Phillip?' I heard my mum's voice in my mind. 'Do I need
to speak to anyone's mother and get them to stop?' I was blushing scarlet as I
remembered what I had told my mother the previous evening at dinner. 'No mum,
girls can't bully boys... it's just a silly game...' I could have made all this
stop, if only I had been brave enough to tell my mother... if only I had the
balls... 'But you don't want it to stop... do you, flyboy?' I heard Emma's
voice in my head... Gosh, my emotions were in turmoil.
I felt so
humiliated at that moment. My hands interlocked behind my head and well out of
mischief. My knees and legs and feet together as commanded, somehow made it
feel as though I was standing up straight... and yet for some reason, it seemed
to keep my penis and scrotum closer to my body... Looking down at my crotch, it
made me feel smaller down there than I actually was... just from the way I was
being displayed. With my briefs holding my knees together like that, I felt
like a very little boy indeed.
Right then, I
wanted to be bigger down there... I dreaded the girls teasing me and felt that
if they were going to see my privates, then at least be bigger than what they
appeared right then. If I was going to have to be a nudie boy all over again,
then I didn't want the added shame of appearing so... small... even more of a
'figure of fun' than I already was for them.
"Hello there
tiny... don't be shy..." Alison giggled and smiling playfully. She was looking
straight at my cock, and briefly at my scrotum too. "What an interesting
looking little slug you have... I think I could have a lot of fun with your
little willy Phillipa!" she concluded, looking up into my eyes
victoriously. My feelings of shame continued, worsened by the repeated use of
words like 'little,' or 'tiny' when coupled with 'willy.' I felt so
emasculated... defeated and inferior, all over again. It was never ending.
"I think
you're right si-th," Elizabeth suddenly announced with a chuckle.
"It'th a cute little willy... all the better to th-pank him with!"
Her face wore equal victory and glee.
Seven girls were still
looking at my flaccid penis... the state in which it looked at it's weakest...
it's most powerless... it's most irrelevant... and it's most immature.
Then, with a
sudden flourish of finale, Alison whipped my pants down fully to my ankles... somehow
making me feel even more like a little boy... standing in front of a toilet
bowl and waiting to pee and pretending to be a grown up... But with my pants
fully down around my ankles like that, I was showing off my naive childish immaturity
in the act.
"Good boy...
you've been so big and brave... and now you got your wish didn't you
Phillipa?" Alison asked. "I pulled your pants down, just like you
wanted... and now your willy is all on show for us girls to see... just like
you wanted... Best of all, you're proving to us that you're a true and genuine
boy member of the Club... I mean, we can all see that you have a willy... and
we've seen how obedient you can be when told what to do by a girl... That's
pretty much how all boys should be. So, with everyone getting what they want
right now, we're all having fun aren't we?"
I didn't respond
or dare move a muscle... I couldn't decide if I was having fun... The tingling
had kind of stopped in my privates for some reason... Maybe it was Elizabeth
and what she had said... and threatened. Despite my shame, I did feel a sense
of freedom and liberation at being naked, except for the underpants around my
ankles. There was a thrill of adrenalin and being naked in front of seven
girls, even if I wasn't tingling... Was the game changing?
"You ARE
having fun with us, aren't you Phillipa?" Alison asked again more
insistently.
"I guess so
Miss Alison..." I replied quietly, far from convincing myself.
"Then say
it... tell us that you're having fun as our nudie boy again..."
"Miss
Alison... I..." I began cautiously. I paused dramatically... it would have
been obvious to anyone else watching that I was about to tell a lie. "I'm
having... f-fun as a nudie boy... again... I'm having so much fun..." I
added for effect. Sometimes, when girls have managed to get your pants down,
you have to just run with what they say, or find that things just get worse and
worse. What I found with these girls though, whether you obeyed or disobeyed,
things escalated quickly... and not always for the better.
"Good boy...
If you weren't having fun, that would be really sad wouldn't it? Especially if
you felt you wanted to leave... Now, be a good boy and step out of those pants
and add them to your pile... then you can resume your 'welcome' position..."
With sluggish
movements and embarrassment, I stepped out of the pooled underpants at my feet,
and bent down to pick them up. I folded them carefully and added them to the
pile. As Alison returned to sit down on her cushion, I stood back upright, feet
slightly parted again for stability and rested my hands flat at my sides... the
'welcome' position.
Looking down
briefly, I felt a little bit happier that my boy genitals didn't seem so tight
and close to my body... The modest tube of my shaft was able to hang a little
more freely over the front side of my wrinkly little scrotum... Although
flaccid, I didn't think I looked as small as I did when I was first exposed a
few moments previously. A small crumb of comfort in a tin of broken biscuits.
"Do a twirl
for us nudie boy!" Anita called mischievously... "Like you did for us
yesterday... do a twirl right there as you are..." I sighed with
frustration at the childishness of it all. But regardless of how I felt, I
obeyed the younger girl and turned round a couple of times, giving the girls an
equal chance to view my buttocks, and my front parts. "We still need to
work on your presentation when you twirl... I have some ideas for that another
day..."
"Can we th-ee
him hard?" Elizabeth then piped up.
"Of
course," Caroline replied. "I thought you'd never ask... You go over
and see how long it takes you to make him stiff for you..."
'Oh god,' I
thought... 'Not Elizabeth... she sounds worse than Suzanne... the cruellest of
the cruel...' I flinched a little as Elizabeth brought over her cushion and
kneeled up on it in front of me, gazing right at my privates.
"Hold th-till
now..." Elizabeth cautioned. "You obey me too becau-th you're a
boy... and I'm a girl... You let me do th-ith, or I'll th-pank you... right on
your COCK... got it?"
"Y-yes, Miss
Elizabeth..." I replied, my voice quivering. The way she used the word
'cock' startled me to instant compliance and submission. So there I stood, with
my hands compliantly at my sides, while I let a ten year old young female
supremacist begin to rub her hand over my bald little pubic mound... She rubbed
me gently, like Aladdin rubbing his lamp for the first time... then spread her
fingers, rubbing all over the bulge of my hairless pubis... right to left and back
again... It was almost tickling me and I pushed my crotch out forward to try
and reduce the tickling sensation.
"Ohhh...
Mmmm..." I gasped as I felt the exciting tingles of arousal begin to
flourish through my loins... I realised that I wanted her to touch me... She
was a girl, and I wanted her to touch me. Although my mind was telling me it
should be humiliating, I couldn't deny or ignore the instantly exciting
feelings I got all around my private parts. It felt, 'right' for her to touch
me.
Pulling her hand
back slightly, she then focussed her attention on the shaft of my immature
penis. She gripped me softly at first, as though getting a feel for my modest
size and the softness of my pre-pubescent skin. I pushed my crotch out a little
further to meet her hand as she teased me with her fingers... Subconsciously, I
was submitting myself to her touch... encouraging her... secretly wanting her
to make me feel good as I stood there obediently and let her do with me what
she wanted.
"Nnnnghgh..."
I grunted with developing arousal and anxiety. Was she going to make me feel
good? All the way to a wonderful climax? My hips moved forward and back on
auto-pilot making my awakened erection move forward and back too... trying to maximise
the touch of her hand around my sex.
Looking back on
that moment fondly at what it represented, it must have looked to anyone
watching that I was gently 'fucking' the air in front of me, searching for more
contact and movement of the girl's hand that was touching me. Not that I knew
how to 'fuck' at all... I was simply doing what felt good, being led by my
penis... and doing what nature's design had intended for boys when the time of
discovery was right.
"Oh... so you
want me to play game-th with you Phillipa?" Elizabeth asked, giggling at
my actions... and letting go of my virtually fully rigid penis. "We have
plenty of time for that... I ju-tht want to see you all th-tiff..." She
resumed her contact with my genitals by placing her entire palm across my
crotch and pressing forward and flattening my penis upward onto my tummy. She
rubbed her palm in tiny circles all over my crotch... pressing into the base of
my cock where it joined my scrotum, her palm rubbing over the little bag of
testicles in equal measure. I was tingling even more now and I could tell that
I was about as hard as I was going to get... there in her very hand... "You
like me doing thi-th don't you?"
"Mmmmggghh...
y-yes... Miss Elizabeth," I gasped... feeling the muscle in the base of my
penis flexing obediently for her as she stimulated me.
"Good boy...
becau-th I like doing it..." she smiled at me. "I may th-pank boy-th
hard... but I play ny-th with them too... Boy-th are funny down here..."
As my little stiffy continued to obey it's conqueress, Elizabeth's hand changed
position to fully grip the shaft of my penis again... tighter than before, as
though she were holding a tennis racket. She tugged it gently and squeezed
before moving her hand back and forward a little.
After a few brief
and dreamy seconds of her masturbating me, I was breathing hard and gasping
with arousal... I was definitely fully stiff now, and Elizabeth could tell...
Almost as quickly as it began, her hand left my crotch and she just stared up
at me with a look of superiority on her face as she moved away from me to
admire her 'handy' work...
"Ta-da!"
she giggled. "One th-tiff little boy cock..." With that, the other
girls in the hut broke out into fits of laughter at my expense. There was the
'click' of Suzanne's camera shutter too... "That-th why it'th better to be
a girl... we don't have anything like that silly little thing poking out from
between our legs all the time... Remind u-th Phillipa... I-th it better to have
a silly little th-ticky out boy-cock... or a ny-th neat vulva, like a
girl?"
I gulped and
blushed hard at the situation I was in. Naked and exposed, asked to betray my
whole gender yet again and stiff as a board... tingling and aroused... my
excitement visible for all the girls to see. I couldn't deny any of it, could
I? To confirm my suspicions, I looked down at my crotch fitfully... There I
could see the evidence of my arousal... all '2.8 inches' of it, straining
straight out from my hairless groin... It was saluting all seven girls looking
back at me... celebrating their domination of me... stiff and tingling... and
begging for attention...
"It's better
to be a girl... Miss Elizabeth..." I sniffled, a single tear finally
managing to free itself from the extreme corner of my eye. A little dew drop of
remorse at my treacherous admission. The little muscle at the base of my cock flexed
again, all on it's own, reminding me how weak I was... how horny I was too...
Then I remembered the other details that the girls had instilled in me over the
last couple of days... stuff I kind of felt obliged to say when challenged
about it like I was then... "A boy's willy... is... nothing sp-special...
<sniff> A boy's willy is as worthless as a w-worm... And his willy belongs
to girls... because girls... rule... and boys, do not, Miss Elizabeth... Oh
gosh... It's better to <sniff> have a vulva... than a p-penis..."
"Good
boy..." Elizabeth smirked. "And now you'll remember it forever and
ever, won't you?" With that, she picked up her cushion and returned to her
spot, sitting down Indian style once more, happy that her curiosity about me
and my stiffy were answered. Happy with her work to tease me and make me debase
myself with a few simple words... My cock felt betrayed... by my shameful
admissions of course. But also the frustration of being stimulated to erection
by a girl, only for her to leave it alone when fully stiff... when she had
gotten what she wanted... A different style and subtlety of cruelty...
"Well
Phillipa... what a wonderful member of the Club you are..." Caroline said,
picking up the pace of the latest Club meeting. "You really are getting
into your role as a junior boy member and sharing your true feelings and
beliefs with us... I'm very impressed... we'll have to make sure you are
rewarded for your continued obedience, and flattering remarks... But now it's
time for your inspection... Please, place your cushion in the centre of the
meeting circle like yesterday and 'sit...'"
As I moved my
cushion to the centre of the meeting circle, there was a round of hushed and
whispered conversations taking place between the various girls. I guessed that
they were staring at me... of course... but also trying to second guess who was
going to inspect which part of me this time...
Aware of my nudity
and how my exposure would be heightened by the required position, I kneeled
down on my cushion as efficiently as I could. My knees were planted slightly
apart, my ankles interlocked behind me, and hands resting on the top of my
head. I had successfully put myself in the 'sit' position... my bald little
erection saluting Caroline directly sat upon her garden chair 'throne.'
"How do you
think you will get on with the inspection today Phillipa?" Caroline asked
me candidly when she was satisfied that I was in the required position.
"I... errm...
I think I will pass the inspection today... green ticks on my chart... Miss
Caroline..." I replied as brightly as I could. This was probably the most
confident I felt during the day so far, but I guess I didn't sell my confidence
too well...
"Are you
confident about that Phillipa? Or do you merely... 'think' that you will pass
inspection today?"
"I'm
confident Miss Caroline... yes... I had a bath before I came here this
morning..."
"Good girl...
If you are confident, you really should say so... Although you're a boy and
have far less privileges in the Club than girls, you don't have to be so timid
and squeamish all the time. Remember, we're girls, not monsters... and you can
have a lot of fun with us so long as you follow the rules and accept your role
as... shall we say, a member of the, 'second sex...' Look, we like boys to be
real boys... not mice... Mice are too easy to squash or to keep as pets... Being
here with us will make you into a better boy... really... Obey girls and accept
that we're superior and in charge of everything, and we can have a lot of fun
exploring it all together... You don't have to be so... squeaky and timid all
the time... So, are you a boy, or a mouse?" The younger girls giggled at
Caroline's analogy.
"If he's a
mouse... can we cut off his tail with a carving knife?!" Suzanne giggled
before I could answer.
"Shush
Suzanne... no you can't... Phillipa isn't blind and you're not a farmer's wife
for a start, and I doubt he would want to run after YOU!" Caroline giggled
with her sister at her interjection and then turned to look back at me.
"So, are you a boy... or a mouse?"
"I'm a boy...
Miss Caroline..." I replied contritely.
"Are you
sure?"
"Yes, of
course..." I replied, more confidently. Caroline's eyes were warm...
encouraging. "Look down there... I have a willy between my legs... Miss
Caroline... and a bag with two balls inside... So that means I'm a boy..."
I couldn't believe how relaxed and 'normal' I felt when I said that... I had
actually just invited a girl to look directly at my genitals to prove my gender
to her. I 'didn't mind' her looking to see...
"Good girl
Phillipa... that's the spirit..." she beamed, taking time to observe my
bare naked erection. "But having a penis still doesn't mean that you're
not a timid little mouse... There are lots and lots of... 'boy mice...' aren't
there? I'll let you think about that... And now I hope for your sake that you
do pass with green ticks today Phillipa... we have a very demanding spanker in
the Club as you know... You really don't want to cross Elizabeth..."
Caroline then giggled and shared a knowing nod with her young spanking expert.
"In fact, as the youngest girl here today and meeting Phillipa for the
first time, you're on tummy button inspection today..." With that, the
younger girl sighed with frustration. "Don't be like that silly... there
will be plenty more opportunities to inspect him while he is a member here with
us..."
"Junior
member..." Suzanne insisted, showing a lack of patience. "Come on
sis... he's a worthless, pervert bed wetter like all the others... HE can only
ever be a JUNIOR member... he's a BOY! Look there, his little DICK is right in
front of you!"
"Ha-ha...
calm down Suzy..." Caroline giggled. "You don't have to correct me
all the time you know... Some things are obvious once they have been explained
once... Of course he's a junior member and I know only too well that HE, is a
real live, almost fully functioning boy! Okay, where was I? Oh yes... Elizabeth
on tummy button duty today and... Natasha I think, is next in line to inspect
his penis... and foreskin... Okay girls, get to it..."
"What about
his bum?" Suzanne asked with calculated derision.
"I have an
idea about that..." Caroline said cryptically. With that, I held still
while Elizabeth approached me again to set about inspecting my navel...
Caroline whispered something to Emma and she retrieved a small bottle of the
'Cola' from her plastic bag and handed it to the older girl. She also retrieved
another smaller clear plastic bottle with something inside from one of the old
wooden toy chests. Caroline placed both items at her feet.
Like the previous
day, the inspection of my tummy button was quite invasive. As always, the girls
were going to prove how thorough they could be... I watched nervously as
Elizabeth began her inspection... Taking great care not to touch my still
inquisitive erection, she leaned forward and pressed her nose against my tummy
button. She inhaled deeply... right there at my navel.
The muscles in my
tummy tensed with apprehension and I sucked my stomach inward a little, almost
in an attempt to get away. It was just as humiliating as the day before, even
though I was sure I would pass with flying colours.
Finally, Elizabeth
moved her head away and looked at me blankly. Her hand then reached forward and
fingertips circled the outside of my navel... That tickled!
"Hold
th-till... always wise for a girl a double check..." Elizabeth smirked at
my reaction, as she pushed her young index finger into my navel... It was a
much more firm push inward than Anita had done the previous day. Once up to her
first knuckle, Elizabeth moved her finger around inside... like she was
stirring a small pot with a large spoon.
"Nnggghh...
Ow..." I protested weakly and sucked in another large breath as my body
continued to tense. I must have looked a proper silly sight as I was squirming
on the spot against her probing finger. "Oww! That's enough...
please!"
"I'll th-ay
when it'th enough..." Elizabeth retorted icily, urging me to be still.
"I want to be sure... I'm a good th-panker you know..."
Finally, Elizabeth
removed the probing finger from my navel and moved it to her nose before
sniffing it... She made a neutral face and allowed me to smell her finger too
before she moved back to her cushion and sat down once more upon it. I couldn't
smell anything.
"He's clean
in there today... I gue-th it'th a green tick..." Elizabeth remarked,
somewhat disappointed that she wouldn't get to spank me for a dirty belly
button. Still, there was a lot more of the inspection to come. But like I said,
I was confident.
"Thank you
Miss Elizabeth," I said brightly. "Sparkly clean... just like a
girl..." Emma giggled at my countered words to my 'inspector' and continued
confidence. How long would it last though? With these girls, anything was
possible.
"Okay
Phillipa," Caroline announced. "It's time for the next part of your
inspection... Natasha, your turn..." With that, the expectant looking girl
in the pretty summer dress brought her cushion and placed it in front of me
before kneeling up on it and assessing the task in front of her. It seemed to
me from the activities of the day before that Natasha was not all that
experienced in undertaking a penis and foreskin inspection, so I was a little concerned
that this could be an even more 'bumpy' ride than it was when Emma had done it.
Of course, the
tingling excitement raged on within my immature loins as my erection
anticipated some action at the hands of a girl. Although naked and on display
like that, I really did feel a little more comfortable about things at that
moment. I was more comfortable I guess because it was familiar... just with two
more, and different girls watching and participating. But the acts themselves
so far, were quite familiar to me and I kind of knew what to expect. Now,
Natasha was going to take her turn inspecting my stiff little badge of
masculinity.
"Hold still
Phillipa," Natasha smiled cautiously, her own nerves showing on her face.
"Be a good girl for me..." She reached out tentatively towards my
crotch with both of her hands... Her left hand took a firm hold of the shaft of
my hairless but raging little erection. Her right hand took a grasp of my hip
as best it could. Natasha wriggled her index finger a little to practice her
technique of what she was about to do. "Be a big brave girl... I don't
want to hurt you, but you must let me do it..."
"Ngghh..."
I gasped as the older girl's fingertip made contact with the pinkish-red partially
splayed funnel at the tip of my foreskin. The tip of her finger swashed quickly
over the sensitive little slit of my pee hole and made my body tense...
"Oww!" I whimpered and squirmed as Natasha tried to tame me with her
finger... "Owwww... Miss Natasha don't... not like that..." Her fingertip
tickled over my pee slit again and it made my hips jolt forward briefly... God
that was uncomfortable, and scared me to death every time...
Never letting go
and eager to demonstrate her control over my boy sex, she giggled freely at my
cowardly reaction to her inexperienced probing finger. Again she rubbed over my
little slit... I thought her fingernail was going to cut me... or push right
inside the tiny split into my actual pee-hole.
"Owwww!"
I whined, somehow my crotch lurching forward again as though my body was trying
to encourage her. Actually, what I wanted was to push the other way and stop
the creepy sensation of her finger rubbing over and around the pee slit at the
tip of my raging little cock.
"Don't be
such a baby..." Natasha teased me. "You didn't act all sissy like
this when EMMA did it did you?" With that, she looked round and smirked
wickedly at Emma... my love interest, watching the older girl gleefully 'torture'
my privates. Briefly, she finally jabbed her fingernail slightly into the slit
of my pee hole...
"Aggghhhh...
no! Stop it! That's not how you do it!" I whined... "Please Miss
Natasha, stop it!" I began to cry again...
"He-he-he...
I'm just having a little fun with you Phillipa... Don't cry like a
widdle-baby..." Natasha was showing her cruel side... and delivering it
with more confidence than I could. "Remind us again Phillipa... who
rules... girls, or boys?"
"Oww...
Nggghh... <sniff> Girls do... <sob> Girls rule Miss
Natasha..."
"Yes
indeed... and which sex is weaker... girls? Or boys?" she questioned
further, rubbing over the slit of my pee hole once more and making me gasp with
terror. If ever I felt a weakness about being male, and from possessing young
male genitals between my legs, this was it, in spades. She was proving it to
me... beyond all reasonable doubt.
"BOYS... Miss
Natasha... <sob> Boys are weaker... Ohhhh, stop it... <sniff> boys
are the weaker sex... boys are... boys are!"
"He-he...
good girl..." Natasha chuckled and my whimpering. "Glad we got that
straight again..." With that, she moved her right hand to grip the base of
my cock and finally wriggled the pad of her probing fingertip up over the top
of my glans and under my foreskin...
"Nnnnngghghh...
Ohhhh god.... Ohhh!" I whimpered and gasped as Natasha began to finger me
under my foreskin... All over the top side of my ticklish, sensitive glans...
My erection flexed beyond my control as Natasha demonstrated her hold over me,
and my boy sex.
A boy surely would
never get used to feeling a girl's finger right inside there, exploring him so
intimately under the floppy skin covering his glans... Now well practiced at
it, my buttocks were clenched and my cheeks ablush with shame and turmoil. I
felt Natasha's finger exploring all over the glans and into the little furrowed
ridge beyond... checking me... A girl inspecting a boy, because that was just
how things were done in Langton Magna Girls' Club... Where girls demonstrated
the full range of their superiority... and boys... Well, we just learned to know
our place.
The tingling in my
glans and along my shaft was expanding and increasing and I began to pant... It
wouldn't be long before I would have a climax if she continued doing what she
was doing. Subconsciously, I pushed my crotch forward towards Natasha, and almost
encouraging her to continue as I sought a climax... That would be a small
reward for what she was doing to me and how horrifying it was all over again.
I was actually
thrusting towards her gently... 'fucking the air' again to increase the contact
between her finger, her hand and my private parts. She knew what it meant...
she had a 'Big Book of Boy Secrets' to refer to and god knows what else...
"Mmmm...
Mmmm..." I panted.
"I'm
done..." Natasha said, leaving me frustrated again with my stiff cock betraying
my excitement in salute to her dominance as she withdrew her finger from
beneath my foreskin.
"Ohhh... Ngghh..."
I sighed with relief that the creepy sensations were over, but with disappointed
frustration that I didn't get to reach a climax. I watched nervously as she moved
her finger to her nose and slowly sniffed it... like she was a wine taster
checking the perfume of a fine vintage Bordeaux. It quickly felt all shameful
again, feelings of 'invasion' and self disgust that she was smelling what I was
like under my foreskin... It was her turn to smell me... Now she knew what my
penis smelled like... right there in front of the other girls... My natural scent,
whatever it was, coated her finger.
The relief of no
longer having Natasha's finger playing over the little slit at the tip of my
penis was still overwhelming and I nearly lurched to the side. Still I watched
her as she sniffed at her finger a second time, drawing out my humiliating
ordeal. Nonetheless, the little muscle at the base of my penis flexed again beyond
my control, and I felt my little erection bob a little. Despite it all, my mind
and my body was being 'thrilled.'
"Tell me...
have you been to the toilet since your bath this morning... Have you been for a
wee?"
"No Miss
Natasha..." I gasped. I was worried about why she asked the question...
surely I was clean... as clean as a girl...
"Okay... your
turn, you smell it..." With that, she moved her finger right under my nose
and waited for me to smell it. I breathed in deeply... and found relief that I
couldn't really smell anything on it... Maybe a little bit of a familiar,
'boyish' aroma, but I couldn't place what it was... it wasn't strong and was
generally neutral to my senses. "Well? Are you a clean girl? Or are you a
dirty little boy who needs a spanking from Elizabeth?"
"I'm a...
clean girl..." I blushed scarlet... It was becoming almost second nature
not to flinch when one of the Club members called me a 'girl.' But it was still
totally embarrassing to describe myself as a 'girl' when I was so obviously not
a girl.
"Yes you
are... you passed your foreskin inspection today..." she declared, turning
round to nod her approval at both Caroline and Suzanne. Turning back to me, she
smiled and said, "But I'm not quite done with you yet..."
"Wh-what?"
I gasped, a little fearful at what more she intended to do.
"Suck it
clean..." Natasha beamed, poking her dirty finger into my mouth before I
had chance to protest or 'shut up shop.' "Like a good little girl might
suck her boyfriend's willy..." My tongue found her finger as it wriggled
inside my mouth... in fact her finger found my tongue and she pressed downward,
holding my tongue prisoner with her finger for a while. Again, she demonstrated
how a girl can dominate a boy in the most unusual and unexpected of ways.
I began to suck on
the finger in earnest... I mean, it looked really childish and it felt like a
dirty thing to be doing, but I couldn't really taste anything. I was after all,
a clean boy. For once, despite humiliating myself by sucking on her finger, I
felt quite proud... proud to be as clean as a girl.
"That's
enough... good girl... we don't want the finger to cum, do we?" Natasha
smiled wickedly. She withdrew her finger from my mouth and wiped it a couple of
times on the material of her dress. "One last thing..." she smiled, her
mouth opening wide enough to remind me that she was wearing braces on her
teeth. I gasped again, wondering what she was going to do next as I watched
Natasha grasp hold of my penis again, just behind the little concealed bulb of
my glans... "It's my turn to skin the little boy bunny rabbit... and then,
Elizabeth and Alison will get to see Phillipa's FULLY naked little dickie in
all it's... ahem... glory..."
"Oh... please
don't Miss Natasha..." I whimpered, unprepared for that particular little
humiliating ritual. "Let me do it myself... please... let me do it! It's
so... embarrassing when a girl does it..."
"Good!"
she chuckled. "You're such a little sissy at times... are you a boy or a
mouse?"
"I'm a
boy!" I replied insistently, as Natasha gripped my hairless and erect
shaft a little tighter to emphasise her point. "Owwww... I'm a boy, I'm a
boy! Miss Natasha... a boy!"
"Then prove
it... hold still and let me do it... and quit your little sissy-boy whining...
You need to toughen up... so ask me nicely to pull back your foreskin... and
show Alison and Elizabeth what the weaker sex really looks like, fully
naked..."
"Oh gosh... no,
please! Miss Natasha, please!" I gasped, this was much more humiliating
than the previous day... wasn't it? Everything was turning out much more
complicated and confusing and humiliating. And I knew that worse was to come
too. My buttocks clenched in sympathy.
"Say
it..." She squeezed me a little tighter still...
"Oww...
Okay... okay..." I squirmed against her grip until she relented. "Miss
Natasha... please, pull back my foreskin... and show Miss Alison and Miss
Elizabeth what... errrm... oh god... <sob> show them what the... weaker
sex really looks like... fully naked..."
"Now look at
Alison and Elizabeth... and ask them nicely to come closer and watch while you
have your foreskin pulled back by a girl... Then tell them that you want them
to see what the weaker sex really looks like, fully exposed... because it looks
funny when a girl makes it happen... Say it now, Phillipa..."
"Oh gosh...
errm... Miss Alison... Miss Elizabeth... please... <sniff> come closer
and watch my penis while I have my... errrm... my foreskin pulled back by a girl...
<sob> You're both girls and... you're better than me..." I blushed
and whimpered, horrified at what I was being made to say. My privates tingled
though... I was aroused and stiff... I must have been enjoying it... somehow.
"You're better than... b-boys... and I want you see what the... <sniff>
weaker, sex... really looks like... It looks funny, wh-when a girl makes it
happen... <sob>"
Alison and
Elizabeth squealed with delight at the words of my admittance and request, no
doubt impressed with the nature and level of my obedience and self-debasement.
They moved into position either side of me, staring intently, poised for
Natasha to begin...
"You ready
Phillipa?" Natasha asked, waiting for me to look a her. I gently bit my
lip with shame and nodded my head gently. "Ask me to do it to you... like
before..."
"Please Miss
Natasha... pull back my foreskin... <blush> And... and, show all the
girls what the, weaker sex... <sob> really looks like... Please do it to
me... let them all see what I'm really like... <sniff> down
there..."
"Very well,
nudie boy..." she giggled and immediately began the final exposure of my
boyhood secrets to the two 'new' girls. "Watch closely," she
continued, addressing Alison and Elizabeth, both observing attentively.
"As you know from the book, the most interesting part of a boy's weakness
is hidden under this loose skin covering the tip... Here goes... this is how we
skin a little boy bunny... Time to expose his little magic mushroom!"
Now using her
right hand to grip round my little furrowed ball sack, Natasha began to tug
back on the foreskin covering my glans in earnest. She wasn't hanging around
either...
"Oggghhhhh...
god..." I winced as I felt the foreskin move downward and start to yield
over the bulb of my glans... God my sex was tingling, my stomach churning and
my head swimming with a paradox of conflicting emotions.
"See? Keep
the boy under control by gripping his balls like this... and just tug the skin
down with your other hand..." Natasha commented with the confidence of an
experienced foreskin retractor. When in fact, this was her first time. I
learned over time that girls are especially quick learners... particularly when
learning from other girls... "Boys really are this simple to skin back... Pull
downward on it... just like I'm doing... down towards his balls... You'll know
when to stop... you'll see it and feel it 'pop' into place... like so..."
My foreskin
stretched and slowly retracted back over my glans, all under girl control.
Another girl showing off her superior, efficient technique.
"Nnggghh..."
I grunted and then gasped, my cheeks scarlet with shame and my buttocks
clenching again as my young pre-pubescent body traced the well trodden path of
humiliation and the ultimate of forced exposure.
'Pop...' As if by
magic, my foreskin was fully retracted into the little furrow behind the glans
and it settled into place, nice and snug as Natasha stopped pulling downwards.
"There... look...
it's popped into place behind that little ridge... see? That's where boys can
get real dirty, and why we inspect them under their foreskin... Phillipa is
clean today, and passed her inspection... and now best of all, Phillipa is FULLY
naked for us to look at..." Natasha beamed with victory. "You can see
why I call it a little magic mushroom now can't you? See how pinkish and
purpley-grey it is on the top side?"
Of course, as
Elizabeth and Alison took time to look at me there, and move back to their own
cushion seats, I remained in place like the compliant little nudie slave boy I
was becoming. On show for a room full of seven fully clothed girls, all looking
back at me, an image of naked, immature masculinity, and a reminder of their unparalleled
superiority over me.
What they were ALL
looking at was a naked and obedient boy's penis... his foreskin fully drawn back...
his moist and urgent looking little glans totally exposed at the extremity of
his smaller than average young pre-pubescent erection. The younger girls
somehow seemed to show their enjoyment more in the expressions on their
faces...
In retrospect, I
know that they all had longings and exciting tingles in various parts of their
own bodies... But I was some way off from discovering, how, what and where in
particular a girl felt good... Much less, what a real girl's 'thing' really looked
like. Yet here were seven girls who knew virtually everything about what I
looked like... how sexually aroused I was because of what was happening... And
how clean I was... for a boy.
To add to the mix
of conflicting emotions, I was aware that Suzanne was once more using her SLR
to capture exposures of my latest exposure (did you see what I did there?)...
<click> an overview of me 'sitting' in the middle of the audience of
girls... <click> a close up of my fully exposed and aroused boy genitals.
<click> a full frame image of my bare naked glans.
I didn't enjoy having
my foreskin inspected and then pulled back like that by Natasha... So far, Emma
was the most caring girl to have done it to me... I longed for her touch the most
as the whispering of 'girlish business' continued around me. My erection not
relenting yet... still tingling and occasionally bobbing all on it's own...
even skinned back like it was... It was in need...
Because of the 'Big
Book of Boy Secrets,' and previous experiences with a variety of other 'boy
subjects,' the girls knew that by keeping me 'in need,' they could get me to do
virtually anything they wanted... I now know it was the curse of masculinity...
the biggest weakness in the male design... the most basic, by default
demonstration of why males were naturally inferior to females and so easily
enslaved given the right blend of circumstances. All because of the 'need' felt
within my sex organs... The feelings that dominate the processes in my brain...
So it is that by controlling the male sex organs... females easily control their
male.
"Excellent... it always makes me go all tingly when I get to see a
boy all skinned back by a girl like that..." Caroline remarked. "And
as you know Phillipa, there's one final part of your inspection left.
"Because it's not the most exciting part... and potentially the
messiest... I'm going to spin this bottle and whichever girl it lands on will
inspect your bottom..." With that, she reached down and picked up the
plastic bottle with the 'Cola drink' in it.
"Yay... I love games like these," Suzanne beamed with
excitement.
"Obviously, today, Elizabeth and Natasha are exempt because of
their previous participation in Phillipa's inspection. So you two, step out of
the circle and I'll spin the bottle..."
With a brief commotion and a tightening of the semi-circle of girls
around me, I remained on 'display,' as Elizabeth and Natasha stepped out, and
Caroline spun the bottle with vigor... It spun, and spun... my mind trying to
think who I would prefer to have complete my inspection... Obviously, my
favourite selection would have been Emma... but the bottle would make up it's
own mind in cahoots with 'Lady Fate.'
As the spinning bottle slowed down, I gasped at the realisation that it
was going to be Suzanne who had the pleasure of inspecting my bottom... 'Oh god
no...' I thought forlorn... 'the cruelest of the cruel... not there... oh no! I
have a bad feeling about this...'
"Oh... I guess it's my turn to inspect your bum then
Phillipa," Suzanne sneered. She tried to make herself sound all
disappointed, but I could see that she was excited at the prospect of adding to
my surrender and humiliation. Caroline took hold of Suzanne's camera, ready to
capture more incriminating images of me, while the younger girl picked up her
cushion and collected the other, smaller clear plastic bottle from her older
sister's feet. Soon, she disappeared from view, kneeling up on her cushion
behind me, ready to complete my humiliating inspection...
"If you're dirty... you're gonna be so sorry..." Suzanne
threatened with a whisper as she got comfortable... "I'll rub my finger
all over your nose and squeeze your balls so hard, you'll truly wish you were
born a GIRL!"
My tummy clenched along with my buttocks, and I could feel the adrenalin
rocket through my body, my heart beating eight to the dozen... I knew I was
clean... but that still didn't make the threat any less intimidating...
"Okay... you know the drill now... kneel down on all fours with
your knees on the cushion..." Suzanne commanded more loudly so the whole
audience could hear. Not wanting to piss her off needlessly, I quickly got into
the desired position. "Good girl... so obedient..." I knew she was
looking at my bottom... the crease between my buttocks splayed open slightly...
maybe even able to see my timid little 'starfish.'
'Oh god... another girl is going to finger me...' I thought squeamishly.
'Right up inside my bum...' In that position, I became aware of the 'click'
sound made by the camera being wielded by Caroline... Yet more evidence of my
surrender to girl domination.
The bottle that
Suzanne had was not a screw top... it was a pop-cap, and kind of pear shaped
like you would expect some sort of sun-screen lotion to come in. I heard the
sound of the cap being flipped open... and a squelching sound as she squeezed
some of the contents onto her hands... It was actually baby lotion... I could
smell it. Different from the day before... it was a familiar, almost long forgotten
aroma that filtered from behind me and into my nose...
It was a safe
smell... a smell that reminded me of being cared for, and loved. It triggered a
forgotten series of subconscious memories of being a toddler... naked...
unabashed... being bathed and dried off... The lotion, with 'that' smell, applied
to my skin... all over... My legs spread wide apart... feeling tingly...
giggly. My mother... an aunt maybe... always a woman... rubbing in the
lotion... making me tingle and giggle... And I recalled 'aunties' who weren't
even my aunt... sometimes several at a time... the detail was fleeting...
cloudy... like a Jedi's Force vision...
Sometimes it would
happen, and there were others in the room too... Those aunts and 'aunties' had
children with them... older children... but only ever girls... watching me
being 'cared for' and readied for bed. They watched and learned and giggled...
while I giggled back at them too... and tingled... all stiff and not a care in
the world... Plastic underpants being pulled up into place to stop me having
night time accidents... a hand patting my bottom before letting me 'run off to
play a little longer until bed time.'
'And that's how to
look after little boys... and keep their little 'difference' nice and clean and
happy...' a voice, always female... maternal almost but not always my mother...
It echoed in my mind... I wasn't always at home... 'Now girls... who wants a
nice mug of co-co before it's time to go home?'
As quick as it
began, the flashback ended and made me feel strange... embarrassed that I
suddenly remembered being 'cared for' in front of older girls, and that they
had seen me... fully naked and having baby lotion spread all over my most shy
and stiffly tingling boy parts... But I wasn't shy in my newly recalled memory...
I giggled as hard as the girls had giggled. No doubt giggling for different
reasons based on gender perceptions of what they were looking at and what I was
feeling.
But I recalled no
need for modesty... I was being 'cared for' and everyone around me seemed so
happy. So I was happy too... wasn't I? I thought maybe now, that was what this
was all about... But it would all be so difficult and complicated now... No, I
couldn't just to let go and not feel any shame or modesty... It's not possible
to flip feelings and sensitivities and insecurities like a switch... I still
had a lot to learn about how to cope with my new 'feminist' environment and my
newly developing 'beliefs.' My mind was kind of open to all the changes...
there were 'some' benefits... but the journey was very bumpy, often
humiliating.
"Here goes
nudie boy," Suzanne said teasingly from behind me, confirming that she was
ready. "Hold still... don't make this any more difficult for me than it
already is... okay?"
"Y-yes, Miss
Suzanne," I quivered with nervous expectation.
Suzanne really was
an eager girl... and I immediately felt her svelte and slippery finger squirm
in between my buttocks and commence what felt like a well practiced circling of
my anus... This was a girl who was intent on being quick and didn't care if I
was really prepared or not. My buttocks were clenched and my sphincter
instinctively held my anus shut tight too. Some things can't be rushed... but
you tell that to a girl on a mission.
"Agggghhhh!"
I gasped in familiar distress as her slippery finger circled widely at first
around my puckered hole. I could feel her pause for a moment and add a little
more of the lubricating lotion with her free hand before it returned to hold me
still. "Ohhhh... god..." I whispered as silently as I could. I really
wasn't sure I could cope with this kind of humiliating invasion every time I
came to Club.
"Stop whining
like a baby, I haven't even started properly yet..."
"Please
don't... don't hurt me..." I begged quietly as I felt the circling finger
probing around my anus begin to centre more on my little hole...
"Nnnggggh... Miss Suzanne, please... don't hurt me..."
"Shhhh... now
hold still..." Suzanne insisted, her lubricated finger pushing at my
entrance... but my sphincter wouldn't budge... I was quite scared. For a
younger girl, she was very intimidating and she did scare me. "Relax and
let my finger in, or I'll get Lizzy to spank you... front and back!"
"Oh god...
please... no!" I whimpered. I tried hard to relax, but I just couldn't...
the slippery finger still tried to push at the entrance of my anus... But only
the very tip of her finger seemed to find any purchase.
"Hmmm...
maybe this might help..." Suzanne mused behind me. Suddenly, her free hand
that had been holding me in place on the small of my back, reached down lower
and gripped my erection... tugging down and away from me quite hard...
"Arrrghhh!"
I squealed, wondering what she was doing... worrying that she was going to pull
my dick off... "Owwwwww!" I yelled, the distraction of having my
penis pulled somehow relaxed my sphincter and Suzanne's finger slipped up
inside me... As soon as she was in, she let go of my penis with her free hand
and returned it to rest at the bottom of my back.
The camera started
'clicking' as exposure after exposure of me getting fingered was taken by
Caroline.
"Ha-ha... ding-dong
bell! You weren't expecting that were you nudie boy?" Suzanne giggled as
her finger wriggled and squirmed up into my bottom... quickly as far as the
second knuckle... "Once again... your willy proves to be your weakness...
You were so focussed on that little erection of yours, that you totally forgot
about your inspection... didn't you... hmmm? Didn't you?"
"Y-yes...
Miss Suzanne," I replied, gasping for breath as I felt her finger
exploring the inside of my bottom... Searching for something to catch me out
with...
"Well admit
it then..." she said smugly. "Admit that your willy is your
weakness... right here in front of the girls... while I have a finger in your
bum!"
"Oh god...
Miss Suzanne... please... I..." I was trying to protest. I didn't want to,
it was all so muddling and the different emotions I felt and the embarrassment
I felt... I just couldn't really focus or concentrate on anything. But her
finger focussed my attention... I felt her begin to wriggle her finger inside
me more quickly... and then begin to push in and out a little... 'fucking' me
with her finger, like Caroline did the day before... "Owwww... okay...
okay... my, willy is my weakness..."
"Just like
all boys?"
"Ohhhh,"
I gasped as she continued to fuck in and out of me with her slippery finger...
"Yes... just like all boys... Miss Suzanne... our penis... Mmmmmnngghh... our
willy... Ohhhhh... it's our weakness..."
"And who do boys'
willies really belong to Phillipa?" she teased, her finger pushing in
hard... rubbing up against that mysterious spot inside me... the front wall of
my insides, just behind my balls... The sensation made my tummy push downward
each time she rubbed there, and almost made me want to pee... and I mean,
properly pee...
"Ohhhhh..."
I whined with a deep guttural sigh... my buttocks pushing back at Suzanne's
finger as it fucked me and prodded at my prostate. "My willy... ooohhh...
belongs to girls... Langton Magna Girls... Ohhhh... Club... Mmmmm..."
"Hmmmm...
good girl," Suzanne soothed from behind me like she was praising a puppy.
"But it's not just the one attached to you... It's ALL boys' willies... And
they belong to ALL girls... not just us here in the Club... So tell us... why
do boy's willies belong to girls Phillipa?"
"Ohhh,
please... I feel funny..." I replied anxiously. I was in danger of having
a dry-cum if either I or Suzanne were not careful. I didn't think I would like
the humiliation of cumming while something was inside my bottom.
"Come on
nudie boy... admit it... then we'll be done inside here..." she teased,
wriggling her finger and fingering me back and forth with more shallow
strokes... This was her pleasure now... "Admit why boys' willies... belong
to girls... and I'll stop..."
"Mmmm...
ohhhh... Miss Suzanne..." I gasped, my face crimson with shame. A girl's
finger up my bottom... working itself gently in and out... taming me...
dominating me... and me about to betray my whole gender once again... Oh god it
tingled... all through my loins... "Because... girls are superior...
Mmmmm... and girls rule... Ohhh... and boys do not... Girls rule forever,
because... Ohhhhh... because they're better..."
"Yes... good
boy," Suzanne praised me again with a patronising tone. Her finger stopped
probing in and out, and I felt it leave my bottom... It somehow felt kind of
icky with the lotion still damp there around my hole and knowing that a girl's
finger had just been right up there inside me. "Girls are superior... in
every way... and don't you ever forget it... got it?"
"I
won't..." I gasped... "I won't forget Miss Suzanne... honest..."
"You
promise?" she giggled at my distress and ongoing obedience.
"I promise...
Miss Suzanne..." My head was bowed from exertion and embarrassment as I
struggled to bring my breathing under control. It was so humbling and shameful
to have a girl doing that to your bottom... with her finger... and make you say
all those things. The curious thing was... for the second day running, I was
just starting to get used to the sensation... and begin to enjoy it, just as it
ended. The excitement I felt deep in my mind and through my loins was shameful
to admit... but it was there... I was just too scared to embrace it.
I was becoming an
addict... a slave to wanting to 'feel good...' Every boy wants to have that
feel good feeling in their private parts... once they discover it for
themselves, or girls show them... Yes, I was becoming a slave to that need for
sexual climax gifted to me by a girl... the sensation of orgasm where I would
lose all control of my body... Girls could gift me that... and the 'exciting
adventures,' and pleasures of being dominated by them... the superior sex. I
just had to be obey them... at some point, I would get to feel good.
"Good... all
done... now let's see how clean or dirty you are today... Turn around and kneel
up on your cushion and 'display' facing me Phillipa... there's a good girl..."
Suzanne commanded, re-focussing my attention from my brief, confused thoughts. Still
trying hard not to get on Suzanne's bad side, I skittled myself round still on
all-fours, before assuming the required 'display' position on my cushion, this
time facing my current conqueress.
As you may recall from
the previous chapter of my account, in order for a boy member to 'display,' I
had to adopt the 'sit' position but with one key addition. Kneeling up on my
cushion, facing the girl, my knees apart... my ankles locked over each other
behind me and my hands on top of my head. The key addition was that the
foreskin of my penis had to be retracted in order to complete my complicit
'display.'
During the
inspection of my bottom, the act of kneeling down on all fours had resulted in
my foreskin rolling forward again of it's own accord and fight against gravity
(I guess) to once more cover my bulbous little glans. So, once I was kneeling
upright on the cushion, right there in front of a smirking Suzanne, I gripped
hold of my penis and tugged back on the foreskin until it was fully back, uncovering
the greyish-purple glans... It was soon snugly fitting in the little sensitive
ridge behind my 'magic mushroom' as Natasha had called it earlier.
I blushed crimson
as I watched Suzanne observe me complete my shameful little act, somehow as
though it was a 'display' just for her... and I concluded by placing my hands
on top of my head... my little boner still tingling and now boisterously
saluting her. She was looking right at my boy sex as I 'displayed' for her... A
ten year old dominant girl... looking at the parts of me that made me different
from her...
As she kneeled up
on her own cushion opposite me, I just knew that she was glad that she was a
girl... and didn't have a penis between her legs. The way she smirked and her
eyes sparkled. She loved the feeling of power and control over a boy...
especially an older boy like me. She loved the feeling of being in charge...
bossing me around... humiliating me... and feeling superior to me... just
because she was a girl.
Like I said, being
eleven, I still didn't really know or understand properly that girls could get
sexually aroused. I thought this was just stuff that was happening to my body...
all the tingles... all the erections... all the orgasms. I thought that the sexual
feelings I had were just things that boys only could feel... But I did know
that girls had the power to make boys have those feelings too... only better.
But I would learn one day just how excited the girls got when they had a boy
like me to control and humiliate. I would soon learn that girls were just as
active in the masturbation and orgasm department as I was becoming. If not more
so. They were addicts too... just of a different kind... on a different planet.
And now it was
time to learn my fate.
I felt a little
bit of my confidence return as I waited there, looking at Suzanne. I mean... I
had a thorough bath that morning, so I couldn't be dirty. That didn't make it
all any less humiliating, but I kind of knew already that it would be a green
tick. What was clear in my mind was the notion that the girls were not
savages... Or so Caroline had said the previous day. So I also kind of knew
that I wouldn't have to have the stomach churning indignity and horror of
having 'that' finger put inside my mouth.
So yes, I was
feeling quite confident and I wanted to stop Suzanne from smirking at my
genitals like she was. You see, the journey towards total utopia was still very
long. I still had some spirit... some fight... some defiance. I just didn't know
how to express it in a way that was acceptable to the girls and without
scenarios that got me into trouble. Spanking trouble.
'Don't get
cocky...' I heard Han Solo caution me against any bout of overconfidence.
'What do you
mean?' I asked him nervously...
'You know... be
confident, but don't look like you're too confident... fly casual! Girls love
that...' Han Solo called to me in my mind. Confusion rained in my mind.
"Look at my
finger Phillipa... is it dirty?" Suzanne asked me, finally looking up and
engaging eye contact with me. In front of her, she held up her hand and showed
me the finger that had so recently been toying the insides of my bottom. I
stared at it... her finger still looked kind of gunky and slippery due to the
baby-lotion that had been used as a lubricant. I felt a mild sense of relief
and let out a breath as I relaxed a little. I smiled proudly...
"It's not
dirty... Miss Suzanne. Just the lotion... making it look shiny..."
"Hmmm... that
wasn't so bad was it Phillipa?" she smiled menacingly, almost enticing me
to say something smart that would piss her off. I knew I had to tread very
carefully with Suzanne, or things could deteriorate rapidly.
"No Miss
Suzanne... I guess not," I replied quietly, not daring to challenge her.
"You liked me
wriggling my finger up there in your bum... didn't you?" she giggled
before her face turned more serious. "DIDN'T you..."
"Y-yes...
Miss Suzanne... I liked it..."
"Good girl...
all boys grow to like it in the end... So are you going to tell the Club that
you're as clean as a girl today?"
"Ladies..."
I began, wondering if that was the right way to address the group as a whole.
"I'm, as clean... as a girl..." I briefly looked around the hut and
tried not to engage any of the girls in eye contact that might shame me
further.
"But to make
sure... you know you have to smell it... don't you Phillipa?" Suzanne
smiled broadly again as she threateningly moved her finger to within a couple
of centimetres of my nose. "Smell it... to make sure..."
Although I knew I
was clean, the thought of smelling her finger considering where it had been
still kind of turned my stomach. With my heart pounding, I felt my cheeks fill
with colour as I blushed again. It's quite tiring you know when you're blushing
every few minutes, fully naked at the behest of seven clothed girls...
But slowly, I
obeyed and gradually breathed in, smelling her finger for the briefest possible
time I thought I could get away with...
Briefly, I had
another flashback memory... caused by the smell of the baby lotion. Bathed...
standing up... a flannel thoroughly cleaning my front and my bottom...
Tingling... Then the lotion... legs apart... applied all over my crotch...
Feeling all tingly and giggly... my stiff little winky... 'Aunties' caring for
me... and their daughters giggling along me with me (or at me) and watching...
Girls that were older than me... that knew what they were looking at... all
giggling and getting to tickle me all over... Up and down my body... even where
I tingled... The women... the girls... they were 'caring' for me... and I felt safe
and loved... Stiff and tingly and giggly... and plastic pants being pulled up
into place to cover me. 'Girls... that's how we look after little boys and
their little differences...'
'Mummy!' I
thought, worrying about where the memories were coming from... where they had
been hiding. What did it mean? What happened?
--
"DIRTY like a
boy? Or clean like GIRL?" Suzanne asked me, refocusing my attention with a
tone of pre-determined judgement and superiority in her voice.
"It's... just
baby-lotion..." I replied confidently. "I'm clean... just like a
girl... I promise... "
"So if I
smell it... it won't be nasty? It will be clean... is that true?"
"Y-yes Miss Suzanne..."
I replied concerned why she kept on at me. "I'm as clean as a girl..."
Was she going to make me put it in my mouth? Surely not. These were girls, not
savages... Caroline promised. "All over... I'm a good girl..." I
added to my chagrin, trying my best to avoid further nastiness at the hands of
Suzanne.
"Then I don't
need to smell it, do I?" she added rhetorically, withdrawing her finger
from in front of me. "And girls... it's a green tick all round for
Phillipa's chart today."
"Good...
that's your inspection completed today Phillipa," Caroline beamed with
victory from behind me. "Turn around and 'present' to me now..." With
that, I re-arranged my position, double checking that my foreskin was still
retracted. It was, and I quickly completed my position with minimal delay. As I
was re-arranging my position, I was aware of Suzanne going through the motion
of cleansing her hand with a baby wipe.
"It's good to
see you made a positive lifestyle choice and taking a bath before attending
Club... just like a girl does..." Caroline continued as though addressing
a small child when facing her. "As you have proven to yourself, you have
improved your hygiene to achieve results almost as good as the full, girl
members of this Club... Though as a boy member, you're different, as we can
see... and because of what you are, you can never achieve exactly the same high
standards as girls. But you should be proud that you did the best you could.
It's all we ask of you... Today Phillipa White, I am pleased to announce that
you are 'presentable...'"
"Th-ank you
Miss Caroline..." I replied graciously and relaxed again. That part of my
ordeal was over... It was a kind of feeling I would become used to...
inspection was always where I felt my arse (ass) was on the line... I was most
at danger of getting spanked as a result of that.
"Now I think
we'll have a short break... Emma... let's have drinks..." Caroline said,
looking to her right at the girl I had grown to adore. "Phillipa, please
remain seated there like that and 'display.'"
As with the day
before, Emma organised the drinks with well practiced female efficiency...
serving a lemonade drink for the girls in a small disposable plastic cup. Then,
in a similar plastic cup, I was served with a Cola drink. Emma helped me,
allowing me to drink from the cup while still in my 'display' position. It kind
of felt a little childish and embarrassing to have a girl hold the cup to my
lips and help me drink it all up. I felt like a little boy, dependent on his
mother or older sister to help him do something so basic as sip a drink.
"Good
boy..." Emma said, smiling at me warmly as I finished my drink. I smiled
warmly back at her too. It was embarrassing of course, but I couldn't think of
any other girl who I would have wanted to help me sip my drink.
As you will know
from the previous chapter of my account, the drinks were laced with special
ingredients. The lemonade given to the girls had some sort of slow energy
release stimulant that boosted the physical power and stamina in the recipient.
In essence, it made the girls slightly stronger than they naturally were for a
few hours.
Meanwhile, the
Cola that I was given had a different blend to give a much different outcome
for any boy that the girls gave it to. It was a kind of early 'Viagra' stimulant,
normally used on male horses and cattle for the collection of fertile ejaculate
for breeding purposes without the need for 'degrading,' penetrative sex. Kind
of 'feminist farming...'
It made oxygenated
blood cells focus on the loins and genitals of the recipient. It was going to
keep me sexually aroused and erect for as long as the effect worked, which
could be quite a few hours. The main side effect was that while it maintained
sexual arousal and erectile activity in a boy's penis, his limbs were
significantly encumbered, making him feel tiredness and fatigue and generally
weaker. It rendered the boy much easier to restrain as a result if required. Of
course, I didn't know all this until several years later...
After calling the
Girls' Club meeting to order again from its break, Caroline cleared her throat
and addressed the group before her...
"Okay... next
I want to check that Phillipa can remember everything we taught him yesterday
about kissing... He really got the hang of it in the end I think girls... And
today of course, there are two girls here who Phillipa has not kissed before...
Leave your cushion there and stand in front of me... in your 'welcome'
position..."
Slightly refreshed
from having that drink, the effects of it hadn't begun to affect me yet. And I
actually felt quite confident again knowing that I had done a lot of kissing
the day before and grew to like it... especially with Emma. Kissing wasn't bad
at all... it made my heart flutter... but that was now more to do with excitement
than anything else. And it was only two additional girls attending today.
Obeying Caroline
instantly, I stood and walked over to position myself right in front of her, my
arms down at my sides. It was her turn to stare right at my hairless little erection
as it saluted her... her turn to mentally judge me... and my sex for what it
was and what it represented.
After a few long
seconds of 'judgement,' Caroline stood up in front of me and with her gentle
expertise, placed her palm underneath the underside of my penis, before
wrapping her fingers around my stiff little shaft... finger by finger closing
around me. Her hand felt warm... it kind of felt natural for her to hold me
like that... to imprison me. She massaged me for a few seconds and checked that
my foreskin had rolled forward again to it's natural state, covering the glans.
"Ooohhhh..."
I breathed at the sensation it caused. "Mmmm..."
"You like
being handled by a girl... I can see it and feel it... Now kiss me Phillipa...
give me your best kiss..."
Despite being a
relatively chubby girl in comparison with the others, and certainly not a girl
I would ever call 'pretty' unless forced to, there was something still quite
charming about her. Maybe it was her eyes... I've always had a thing for girls'
eyes... But either way, as a girl, she had commanded me to kiss her... and
since she had hold of my penis, I couldn't turn my back and run away even if I
wanted too... So I leaned forward ready to give her a kiss, like a good boy.
The timidity I felt in my early kissing attempts the day before had receded...
The girls had taken me far beyond a simple childish peck on the cheek... or
even the tightly closed lips of naive, shy inexperience. Boys wouldn't get away
with that on day two... not here... Caroline wanted to dominate me again with a
kiss... and her tongue.
Licking my lips
subconsciously as I made my cautious approach, I pressed my mouth to hers so
very gently... some would say sweetly... It started as a 'welcome' kiss... Then
I used my nascent experience and confidence and parted my lips slightly to rub
them softly against hers... I was kissing her... Her lips parted... and we were
quickly kissing properly... boy against girl... snogging to establish
supremacy.
Feeling her hand
gently squeezing my penis in encouragement, or to remind me that she held all
the power and control, I could feel myself blushing at the thought of six other
girls watching me kiss Caroline... or watching Caroline kiss me... She was
letting me get the upper hand in the kiss... she wanted to see how much I had
learned and experience the development of my natural kissing technique. My
tongue dared to venture forward as my heart raced and my loins tingled.
Clumsily (I was a boy after all), my tongue swiped over Caroline's lips... and
it made her gasp with surprise... She let me probe a little further into her
mouth, letting me demonstrate a little bit of my confidence... Her breathing
told me that she was enjoying it... and I was too.
Our tongues
finally touched inside her mouth... My freelance little adventurer's tongue had
stumbled on it's slumbering, patiently waiting female equivalent... But now I
had awoken her... Suddenly, Caroline's free hand pressed hard at the back of my
head, holding me and trapping me tighter into our kiss... She took control of
it... and like so, she took further control of me...
"Mmmgghhh..."
I sighed as I surrendered to her and let her show me what she wanted in the
kiss. It somehow felt invigorating and nice to kiss in that way. Maybe natural...
Her tongue swiftly chased mine out of her mouth and back into my own...
suppressing me quickly... That little game was over so quickly... the girl
victorious at tongue-tennis once more. My tongue bravely tried to escape, to
wriggle free and try to wrestle back on top... but I failed... every time. Her
tongue was just too strong for mine.
And so, Caroline
dominated me with her hand around my penis, dominated me with her other hand
pressing the back of my head making me kiss her more deeply than I would have
wanted... and finally, she easily dominated me with her tongue too. All at the
same time... making me powerless to resist or stop her. What an exciting
feeling, despite the warming spread of blushes in my cheeks telling me I should
be ashamed to represent the boys in this battle of the sexes. The boys would
never pick me anyway... I was beaten already.
While Caroline was
demonstrating her superior female skills of multi-tasking, I could only stand
there and kiss... or be kissed. I had no other responsibility or role in life
at that moment... all I had to do was kiss a girl. And so, under her total control
at three points of my body, I could do nothing but kiss with Caroline until she
wanted it to finish... I couldn't escape. She was going to kiss me until she
wanted to stop. I realised why it felt good to kiss Caroline despite my lack of
desire for her... I was imagining kissing somebody else. But don't you ever
tell her...
"Shit...
that's over three minutes," I heard Suzanne whisper to the other girls... "That's
way longer than yesterday!"
"He must be
good..." I heard Alison giggle from behind me... "I wanna try him
too!"
After a few more
seconds with our mutual breathing becoming racy and ragged, my final pitiful
attempt to try and wrestle my tongue free of hers was unsuccessful... and
Caroline finally let go of my head as our kiss separated. She didn't let go of
my penis though, so I was only able to move back so far... She looked into my
eyes...
Caroline looked
pleased... almost lost as she regained control of her breathing. I think I made
her a little giddy... her eyes looked a little dreamy as though they were
looking through me... unfocussed. To me, it was nice of course... but it was
just a kiss... there was no love or affection there on my part... My heart was
set on you know who. But I had found that kissing girls was actually quite
easy... wasn't it? Especially if you pretended you were kissing somebody you
really wanted to kiss... It was like riding a bike... once you learn, you just
get better and better and never forget.
"Mmmmm... wow...
good boy... very, very good," Caroline praised me. It made me feel good to
hear her refer to me as a boy... She finally found focus and I felt more
confidence spread through me when she smiled at me. She even rewarded me with a
playful series of gentle squeezes of my hairless little erection encased in the
warm, girlish palm of her hand.
"Thank you...
Miss Caroline," I replied with smiling confidence.
"But you
forgot one thing... didn't you?" she said, her smile waning and looking
more serious. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, trying to think what I could
have forgotten.
"I... errm...
I don't know Miss Caroline," I replied quietly, looking earnestly at her
for some clue. My confidence wilted as quickly as it had appeared. This was
mental torture. So many rules, regulations and rituals and codes. I caught
myself thinking, 'I'm only a boy, I can't possibly remember all this detail...'
"When a girl
commands you to kiss her, what should you say to her before you do? How do boys
show respect for her before you kiss her?" she asked. I blushed scarlet as
her hand gripped my penis tightly. I just couldn't remember and I shook my head
from side to side as my mind blanked. "You should say to the girl, 'I'm
your nudie slave boy, Miss Caroline,' or whoever it is that you are kissing...
Got that?" I nodded quickly and felt mild relief as her grip around my sex
relaxed to it's normal cadence. "Good... then let's do that all over
again... before you move on to Suzanne..."
I breathed in and
prepared myself for another 'three minutes' with Caroline... I moved in closer
to her once more, leaning in, licked my lips and said,
"I'm your
nudie slave boy, Miss Caroline..." and the kiss began, all over again.
And so, I repeated
the process with all six of the other girls there too... I started of course
with the girls who were there the previous day before I was expected to kiss
Alison and Elizabeth. So I gradually moved around the hut, from girl to girl...
letting each one grip my penis in their own unique way... and with me admitting
to each one personally that I was their nudie slave boy. Naturally, I got
trounced at tongue-tennis by all the girls. I kind of liked the feeling of
being dominated by a girl's tongue in my mouth and rarely put up much of a
fight even when I thought about wanting to exercise my boyish pride. Every
single time I kissed a girl, I got outwrestled and dominated by her tongue.
Alison took great
joy in holding my penis... and made me repeat the words about being her nudie
slave boy because she 'didn't like my tone.' However, it was how I said it,
quite contritely, to all the other girls and I think she was just yanking my
chain, so to speak.
Then Elizabeth...
well, she squeezed my penis harder than any of the girls other than Caroline had
done between our kisses. She was a curiosity, I didn't like kissing her much at
all. There was some funny taste in her mouth, like she had been drinking really
strong coffee or something earlier. It might have been that ghastly stuff,
'Marmite' used by some people as a spread on toast. Absolutely ghastly stuff,
in my opinion. Anyway, it was the shortest kiss I had from all the girls too.
Maybe she didn't like kissing me either. Who cares? The bony little bitch...
but don't tell her I said that.
"Good girl
Phillipa... what a nice kisser you have become!" Caroline giggled as I was
allowed to break off finally from Elizabeth. It was nice to know that Caroline
approved after my slightly clumsy and forgetful start. "Now stand before
me again, like you were before, in 'welcome' position..."
It was a short
journey from where I had been kissing Elizabeth, and I resumed my position
without thought or delay. It was all becoming natural to me to follow the lead
of the girls.
"I see your
willy is still excited after getting to kiss so many girls all in one go like
that Phillipa..." Caroline smirked at me knowingly, and it made the other
girls chuckle too. I was erect... occasionally bobbing beyond my control, and I
guess raring to go now the effects of the drink were beginning to take hold
again. I did feel a little tired, and it was some relief to be stood there in
front of Caroline with my arms down at my sides. "Did you enjoy kissing
practice today?"
"Yes Miss
Caroline," I replied quickly. I spoke the truth, in most cases. There was
no love lost between me and Elizabeth as I just described.
"Good... we
like kissing you too... And lucky boy that you are, you've now kissed all seven
girls here today Phillipa. With two new girls here today for you to kiss,
please tell us who the favourite one is that you kissed..."
"Miss
Caroline," I began, feeling the need to clarify her remark before I could
give a true answer. "Do you mean which of the seven girls was my favourite,
or are you asking me to choose between Miss Alison and Miss Elizabeth?"
"Hmmm,
interesting Phillipa... since you asked, tell us who your favourite was of the
new girls today, and then your overall favourite..." she smiled radiantly
as she built a further twist of embarrassment to the line of questioning, the
ammunition this time supplied by myself. I blushed and cursed myself inwardly
for giving her the opportunity to prolong this game.
"Miss
Caroline," I began nervously, semi-looking over at the two new girls. I
didn't want to incur the wrath of Elizabeth, despite my thoughts. "I
enjoyed... errm, Miss Alison more than Miss Elizabeth..."
"Huh...
charming!" Elizabeth sneered. "Juth-t you wait until I have to
th-pank you... my nudie little th-lave boy..." Looking back, I wish I had
put two and two together and secretly nickname Elizabeth as 'Daffy...' you
know, Daffy Duck? Youtube is your friend.
"And who is
your overall favourite girl to kiss?" Caroline asked again.
"Miss
Caroline... it was nice to kiss all of you... but my favourite is still
Emma..." I said, looking towards my 'love interest.' She blushed a little
at me but wore an expression that promised that she wasn't upset... more
flattered. That's what I hoped.
"Awww, you
still like Emma the best hmmm? Maybe you should ask her on a date..."
Caroline teased. The other girls chuckled and made smart remarks between
themselves until Caroline brought them back to order. "Okay, okay... I was
just kidding... I don't think Phillipa is ready for a girlfriend just
yet..." She looked at the watch on her arm and continued, "Okay, it's
time to move things along more quickly as we have so much to do today... So,
please settle yourself down Phillipa on your cushion, in the centre of the
group, and in 'play time' position... I'm going to change things around so
we'll start with new girls first..."
With some
curiosity at what the girls had planned for me on the next part of my
adventure, I hastily arranged myself in the correct position while the girls'
circle around me tightened a little. Whatever it was, they wanted a good view.
To achieve 'play time' position, I had to lie down on my cushion, which raised
my crotch a bit further off the floor than the rest of me. I had to bend my
knees and have both soles of my feet pressed together, and finally, I had my
hands resting on top of my head. The 'crowning glory' if you like, was that my
genitals were freely exposed, and the hairless little erection pointed straight
up in the air, aiming for the ceiling like a miniature bean stalk.
The girls were
ready... and I guess I was in position and 'prepared' as best I could be given
the circumstances, my mouth dry with anticipation, feeling more than a little,
naked, laying there in that position. It was Alison first who approached me...
getting up from her cushion and standing next to me, looking down at me... She
towered above me, and made me feel vulnerable and tiny in comparison.
"Do you
promise to obey me, nudie slave boy?" Alison began confidently, her
expression quite neutral.
"Y-yes, Miss
Alison," I replied quietly, swallowing and trying to stop my mouth feeling
so dry.
"Tell me why
you obey me..." she said, moving her right foot and planting it gently
down on my chest, right between my immature nipples. To any passing and casual
observer, this would look like a clothed girl, standing confidently with her
submissive, naked boy opponent beaten beneath her foot as she held him to the
floor with it. Conquered. That's exactly what it was... and I blushed hard at this
latest escalation, and heard Suzanne's camera fire off another exposure of my visual
surrender...
"I obey you
because, I'm a boy... and you're a girl Miss Alison," I muttered, barely
louder than a whisper, feeling her foot pressing down on me and intimidating
me. "And girls rule... forever..."
"Good girl
Phillipa..." she smiled down at me with obvious satisfied contentment. I
had said exactly what she knew to be true, and wanted to hear. I felt my penis
bob a little all on it's own. "Untie my lace and remove my shoe..."
I swallowed again
and felt my heart race a little. She had given me an instruction and I knew I
had to obey. I moved my head up a little and looked at her foot planted on my
chest. Her pink trainers, some red lining and trimming and with a bright red
lace... tied in a tidy, double-bow. I could tell from the neat appearance of
the lace that she was a girl who took some time to practice her method... a
girlish thoroughness compared with the rough looking disorderly knots I
achieved as a boy.
"Yes... Miss
Alison..." With trembling hands, I reached out and took hold of the little
plastic covered lace ends and pulled them apart gently... Slowly, I felt the
double-bow knot that Alison had tied begin to unravel and 'melt' free with a minimum
of fuss. Sometimes when I untied my own, the laces would form difficult little
knots that were frustrating to unpick. But not with Alison's trainer... Her
technique was superior to mine, and she was a year younger.
'Girls even tie
better knots...' I thought with chagrin, recognising even then that this tiny
little detail was another way in which the girls were proving their efficiency,
their thoroughness and superiority over me. Even a tiny detail as a shoe lace
so neatly tied... 'Girls are so tidy... and neat... every time...' I was
ashamed to admit that I felt a twinge of jealousy towards her... that she was a
girl... so perfect because of it, and I wasn't. 'I'm just a... boy!'
With her girlish
lace unfastened, I felt her raise her foot a little off my chest and allowed me
to grip her trainer... I gripped the bottom of her leg, just above the hem of
her simple black ankle sock with one hand and applied my other hand to the heal
of her training shoe... She giggled as I began working her footwear from her
right foot... watching me follow her every command, like the little nudie slave
boy I was.
When her training
shoe was clear of her foot, she planted it back down on my chest gently. I felt
the warm dampness of her girl sweat as her foot, enclosed by her ankle sock made
contact with my cool, naked skin... It felt quite degrading in a way and also
excitingly erotic... I looked back up to see Alison smirking down at me,
obviously pleased that I was obeying her. I was about to put the shoe down next
to me.
"Now smell inside
it... smell my shoe nudie boy..." Alison commanded. With obvious
reluctance at the ongoing degradation and humiliation I was being exposed to, I
knew I had done this kind of thing the day before. It wasn't going to get any
easier... but I kind of knew what to expect now.
"Y-yes...
Miss Alison..." I replied, slowly moving her training shoe until it was
right in front of my nose... her foot hole facing me... It looked so clean
inside... I took a long breath... breathing in the scent of her girlish foot. I
heard giggling around me... and another exposure captured by Suzanne's camera.
Alison's shoe was
not unpleasant... I was thankful for that and I subconsciously licked my lips
as I began to exhale and breath in again... Like with most of the girls
yesterday, Alison's shoe smelled kind of sweet and rubbery all the same time...
The air inside was still moist from her body heat and young female
perspiration... Not nasty or cheesy like I would have previously expected
anybody's foot to be like.
'Oh god... this is
so weird...' I thought... 'I shouldn't be doing this... it's dirty... but it
doesn't smell... bad... Mmmmm...' My mind clouded a little as I breathed out
again, trying to organise and rationalise my thoughts and what I was feeling.
"Good girl
Phillipa..." Alison teased. "Now put the shoe down..." I obeyed
quickly, happy again to be surrounded by proper 'fresh' air circulating around
the hut... "Now I want you to hold nice and still... while I let you smell
my foot too..."
"But... but...
Mmmgghhh..." I began to protest, but found my words quickly muffled as
Alison re-positioned her foot, placing her sole right over my mouth and her
toes, concealed by her black ankle sock pressed down on my nose... smothering
my nostrils... "NNNGGgghhh... Mmmmggh..." I panicked, realising that
I wasn't prepared for her quick escalation in my treatment. I hadn't taken a
fresh breath to ready myself... Instead, there was not choice... I had to
breath right away and smell whatever her foot smelled like.
Feeling the warm,
girlish moisture through the material of her sock, I began to breath in and out
quickly... surrendering to the scent of her foot... her toes, rubbing over my
nose and wriggling at me to tease me.
"Good
girl..." Alison giggled at me, making sure I was really smelling her foot.
"That's it... smell my girl foot... how clean it smells... You're such a
lucky little nudie slave boy, hmmm?"
"Yeah, make
him smell it!" I heard Anita giggling with the other girls and commenting
on my ongoing ordeal... "He's still reaching for the sky too with that
worm between his legs! Make him do it Alison..."
"Nngggghhh....
Mmmmm!!!" I whimpered as I surrendered to the girl's foot rubbing her
ankle-sock clad toes and foot all over my face... over my lips and my nose... I
should have been grossed out... but I wasn't... It was naughty... and it felt
like a dirty thing to be doing... but her perspiration was fresh... sweet
almost... Nothing nasty about it at all I realised. It wasn't enough to make me
relax about it however.
"Now take off
my sock Phillipa..." Alison commanded when she was satisfied... "It's
time for you to kiss my foot..." With that, her foot left my face, well
far enough away that I could reach her ankle and obediently remove her sock.
Thoughtfully, I straightened it out when it was clear of her foot and tucked it
as 'neatly as a girl' into her training shoe.
Soon thereafter,
Alison's naked foot discovered the timidity of my face... her toes immediately
seeking to dart over my lips and position themselves in charge of my nose...
"You're such
a lucky slave boy, aren't you? A bare naked girl foot to kiss... hmmm?"
she teased, wriggling her toes while I breathed in and smelled her naked
foot...
"Y-yes...
Miss Alison..." I replied contritely in the brief moment her sole was
clear of my mouth. And so, I began to kiss her foot as she manoeuvred the parts
she wanted me to kiss over my mouth... I could tell I was excited, despite my
misgivings and my feelings of doing dirty things... dominated by a girl's
foot...
Despite clearly in
surrender to Alison's domination of me, my confidence and ability in my task
did grow and I could hear gentle, almost sticky sounding little 'smooching' noises
as my pursed lips kissed her foot where she wanted to be kissed. Brief, almost
wet sounds of kissing, reminding me of when I had to French kiss the girls
earlier. Somehow thinking of kissing a girl on the mouth helped me manage the
reality of kissing a girl's foot so 'intently.' I imagined I was kissing a
mouth, and subconsciously, my tongue shyly began to join in with the kissing...
sometimes licking... along the sole of her naked foot... over her toes... I
tasted her cleanliness... the freshness of her girl-sweat, sweet and salty...
all lightly coating her soft, tender foot. I was surprised to find... that I
was starting to accept it... Not 'like' it... It was actually doing dirty stuff
wasn't it? But it wasn't bad and could have been a whole lot worse.
"Good girl...
Phillipa..." Alison gasped, wriggling her toes as my tongue passed over
and in between them. "Ohhh, that kind of tickles... Mmmm... now
this..." Her big toe found the gap between my lips between me licking and
kissing her other toes, and she squirmed it into my mouth...
"Nnngghhhh,"
I gasped at the surprise sensation, and feeling the saliva flowing more freely
in my mouth now. My lips reluctantly closed around the toe, somehow I knew what
she wanted... I began to suck... my tongue grazing over her toe nail and
circling around a girl's big toe, wedged in my mouth...
"Ha-ha...
good boy!" she teased. "Suck it... pretend I'm a boy like you... suck
it like it's my little boy-cock in your mouth!"
"Nggghh!"
I protested, my lips around her toe. I didn't want to pretend or even think
that... but the girls did...
"What a weeny
little cocksucker!" Suzanne giggled and clapped her hands before snapping
another image of my surrender to Alison. "Cocksucker... cocksucker!
Phillipa's a cocksucker..." she chanted, with Elizabeth and Anita joining
in mercilessly. I felt so ashamed. I would 'happily' suck her big toe and
pretend it was just a big fat and warm girl-tongue I was kissing... But I
definitely hated the thought of sucking another boy's thing... his cock... his
actual penis... It was a rare moment that I was actually glad I was the only
boy in the village.
"Cocksucker...
cocksucker! Phillipa's a cocksucker..." the younger girls continued to
chant between their chuckles and catcalls. My tongue continued to worship
Alison's toe, my lips tightly pursed around it while I obediently sucked it...
tasting it... I felt like such a wimp... totally dejected that I had fallen so
far into the Girls' Club control. All I wanted really was for my toys to be
given back to me... and to be made to feel good...
'Why do I have to
do ALL this too?' I thought briefly, before Alison finally removed my foot. I
gasped for fresh air and quickly licked my lips to rid myself of the slightly
sweet and salty taste of Alison's toe and foot. I was blushing crimson, laying
there in my 'play time' position, with my stiff erection feeling as stiff and
strong as ever... It showed the girls that I was a bare naked boy... willing to
obey them... and I was sexually excited about it. It meant I liked it, didn't
it?
The drink by now
had started to kick in of course. My penis would not lose it's stiffness for a
few hours now (unbeknown to me) and my arms and legs already began to feel
fatigued. But the girls were far from done.
"Good girl
Phillipa," Caroline said with approval as Alison smirked and put her sock
and trainer back on, returning to sit on her cushion... "What a good
obedient nudie slave boy you are..." I didn't say anything. "And now
it's Elizabeth's turn..."
Soon, Elizabeth
adopted the same position as her sister had, her foot planted on my chest. Like
Alison had, Elizabeth made me promise to obey her. And she made me admit why I
was going to obey her... And she followed the same, humiliating and degrading
ritual that Alison had done with me, from start to finish as I gradually stripped
her foot, and worshipped it with my nose, my lips and my tongue...
I have to say that
Elizabeth, the bony tomboy twin of Alison was a complete contrast. The inside
of her shoe was quite stale... her sock smelled more pungent and I had a fear
that she may have been wearing her black ankle socks for a second day too. It
wasn't nice at all, not anywhere near being nice when her naked foot explored
my face. She was quite sweaty... as close to cheesy and horrid as I had
experienced in my servitude at the Club, even worse than I had thought
Caroline's foot was the day before. I guessed that out of the two twins, Elizabeth
was the most active and the perspiration of her foot betrayed it as I was made
to kiss and lick her foot... I was pleasantly relieved that at least I didn't
have to suckle her big toe. Of course, I would never have actually said
anything to her about it... I didn't want my arse or front spanked, thank you
very much.
Quickly thereafter,
all five of the other girls repeated the process too... including Emma. And I
had finally worshipped the foot of all seven girls... one after the other... My
mouth was now very tired... after all that French kissing, and then foot
worship...
"Well done
Phillipa," Caroline announced from her 'throne.' "It seems that once
again you enjoyed getting to smell and kiss the feet of all the girls in our
Club... did you have fun?"
"I guess so,
Miss Caroline," I replied quickly without much enthusiasm... I had agreed
more out of routine than actual belief and I think Caroline sensed it.
"Well,
there's no doubt about it from where I'm sitting... look at his cute little
willy... pointing up like a little pocket rocket eager to get to the
moon..." With that, the other girls giggled at the 'leader's' teasing of
me. "It's a proper stiffy you've got there Phillipa... you had fun didn't
you, hmmm?"
"Yes Miss
Caroline," I replied with more enthusiasm, I beginning to know when to
fully agree with a girl talking to me.
"So tell
us... after getting to meet Alison and Elizabeth's feet too... which girl did
you enjoy smelling the most... and which girl's foot, did you prefer to
kiss?"
"Miss
Caroline," I began, swallowing and licking my lips as I searched for the
words to avoid causing offence. "I enjoyed... smelling Miss Alison the
best, and kissing her foot too... out of the two girls I have only met today...
But my favourite one overall... Miss Caroline, is still Miss Emma..." I
blushed scarlet at my further enforced revelations as to my favourite girl upon
which to perform such agonisingly embarrassing things.
"And your
girly-crush on Emma continues it seems... ha-ha..." Caroline giggled at me,
setting the other girls (apart from Emma) off too as I continued to lay down in
the middle of all the girls in my 'play time' position. I could only hold my
tongue in frustration... and although I was clearly a boy and I really wanted
to shout it loud and 'proud' to all of them, I managed to stop myself from
getting into any trouble with a vociferous protest. As much as it stung me and
my pride, I was reacting less and less to being referred to as a 'girl,' or
that I had a 'girly-crush.'
By repetition, a
'victim' gradually becomes accustomed to, and accepting of it's treatment and
circumstance. I learned that on day one. I just hoped that my 'girly-crush'
liked me too, and didn't hate me. After all, because Emma was so clearly my
favourite, any opportunity I got to win back my stuff, would result in Emma
having to get naked in front of me and let me see her... everything.
"Okay settle
down everyone... it's time for Phillipa to get a treat..." Caroline
announced, bringing the meeting to order again after further teasing and
whispering at my expense. My ears bristled with curiosity at the word 'treat,'
and I felt a little brighter. I should have known better really, shouldn't I?
I craned my neck
to watch Caroline as she stood up and went over to one of the wooden toy chests
against the wall. It was the locked one... She quickly unlocked the chest and
opened the lid... I watched her reach inside... She pulled out the 'Big Book of
Boy Secrets' first and handed it to her younger sister to place it at the foot
of the 'throne...' There was possibly more 'learning' today... or maybe right
then?
'But what's it
gonna be, this... treat?' I thought silently. I watched Caroline then retrieve
something from the chest that I didn't have a clue what it was. The best way I
could describe it was... well, it was white plastic with some gold lettering on
it that I couldn't see properly to read. It was shaped like a small portable
vacuum cleaner that I had seen my mum clean out our car with... only a little
smaller. It was no longer than one of the girls' training shoes, seemed much
thinner... and could easily be held in one hand.
As Caroline
returned to stand next to me with this 'thing,' I could see that it had a small
grey button on the side, and there was some sort of round dial on it, a dial
that could be turned left and right. It was only when Caroline kneeled down
next to me that I could see the end... It was like a little dome, smooth
looking, maybe two or three inches across... It was grey in colour, the same as
the button on the side. The little dome at the end looked to be made of rubber,
certainly a softer material than the bit Caroline was holding...
"Wh-what's
that?" I asked nervously. I didn't have a clue what it was, and it didn't
look like a 'treat' to me... "Miss Caroline... I mean... what is
that?" She enjoyed my sudden nervousness, a little boy bunny rabbit caught
in the headlights of a bus load of young female supremacists. "D-don't
hurt me..."
"Oh shush
Phillipa, look at you!" Caroline giggled at me, waving the device in front
of me... "This is your treat... you've been such a good nudie slave boy
today and it's time for your reward..." I watched closely as she waved it
in front of me, my mind trying to imagine what it could be.
"Is... is it
a space ship?" I asked like a dork... succumbing to the first idea that
hit me. All the other things I thought of just didn't make sense. "Is it a
space ship for me to play Star Wars with?"
"No, no...
toys are dumb... Well, your Star Wars things are dumb. THIS toy, is much more
fun... it's normally for girls only..." Caroline smirked, enjoying my
naivety.
"It's funny
looking..." I said, the next thing to enter my mind.
"No more
funny looking than this... hmmm?" she teased, flicking at my erection with
the index finger of her free hand.
"Oww!
Don't... please..."
"Okay, I did
say it was your treat... and it is. Let me explain... This device is really
normally for grown ups who have sore muscles... achy arms and legs. It's
designed to give a massage..."
"A
massage?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, a
massage..." Caroline said, her eyebrows raised at how dumb I was being.
"Look, this button turns it on..." With that, I watched as Caroline
pushed the little grey button and the room was filled with a very low, but
audible 'buzzing' sound. It was battery operated, that much I could see, there
was no electric cable attached or a plug or anything. The sound though... my
mind immediately thought of the lightsabre sound I thought I could hear in the
hut when I was snooping outside...
'Oh... this is
what that noise was?' I thought, finally putting two and two together and
hearing the penny drop in my inexperienced mind. Caroline indeed waved the
device around in front of me, making me flinch. It did sound like a lightsabre
as the laws of physics and the Doppler-effect of sound echoed through the
Girls' Club Hut...
"Look..."
Caroline said, applying the device to her arm and rubbing it up and down...
"It's quite harmless... the little dome at the end here is vibrating...
here, now you..." Quickly, she aimed the device at my knee and made
contact with my bare skin... I felt the vibration and it shocked me...
'Shit! That
tingles...' I squealed in my mind.
"Ohhhh!
Aaghh!" I gasped and flinched at the sensation, making the girls around me
giggle in unison. I must have looked so pathetic. I certainly felt it. As
quickly as Caroline had touched my knee, she took the device away, barely able
to conceal her glee at my timid and shocked reaction.
"Oh
Phillipa... this is going to be so much fun..."
"Wh-what do
you mean, Miss C-Caroline?"
"Can't you
figure it out? I know you're a boy, but jeez... We're going to give you a nice
massage... all over..."
My tummy fluttered
as the nature of my 'treat' was revealed to me... That said, my naivety told me
that I was only going to get a massage on my legs and arms... that's where I
was feeling a little tired and achy anyway. I think I smiled... the girls were
going to be nice to me... finally...
"This dial
here," Caroline announced, turning the little dial at the side of the
device. "Makes the vibrations stronger..." The noise in the hut
increased, the buzzing intensified as she turned the dial up and down to
demonstrate... "Let's see if you can figure out why girls like this so
much..." she smirked. "Ready?"
"Y-yes, Miss
Caroline," I replied curiously. And so, my young feminist 'masseur' turned
the dial back to it's lowest setting and began to apply the little vibrating
dome to my body... starting with my arms placed as though they were on top of
my head in my 'play time' position. Instinctively, my arm flinched as the
tingly vibrating extremity of the device made contact with my skin.
"Oooh... that tickles," I complained with a feeling as though I
wanted to giggle. And then I did giggle, as Caroline massaged up and down my
arms, spending time slinking into my hairless armpits and out again to return
up my arm...
"You like
that Phillipa?" Caroline asked soothingly. "You like how it tingles
on your cute little girl body... hmmm?"
"Mmmm...
Mmm-iss Caroline," I gasped, trying not to giggle and to remain as still
as I could from the buzzing and vibrating device massaging my arms... She
guided the device over my neck and along the shoulder and arm the other side...
"Mmmm... please... I'm not... a g-g-irl..."
"But you like
it... don't you?"
"Ye-ssss...
it... tingles... and tickles a-ha-haaa!" I began to giggle again, and then
squeal as she played over my other pre-pubescent armpit, over my neck and along
my left arm. I didn't hear it over the din of the device that Caroline was
using on me, but I could tell from the activity on her side of the room, that
Suzanne was taking photos of me.
I found the
feeling that Caroline's 'toy' gave me as she used it on my arms, elbows and
shoulders quite relaxing once I was over the shock of the new sensation. It
tickled my sensitive spots though and I tried hard not to laugh out loud too
much or squeal like a girl being tickled by an over-zealous 'uncle tickle
monster.' No, I wasn't a girl... I kept telling myself that over and over...
Instead, I tried not to squeal like the immature 'little' boy I was getting
tickled by a visiting, over-zealous 'distant aunt tickle monster...'
"Mmmmmm..."
I sighed as I began to relax into the sensation. That was when Caroline upped
the ante a little and focussed the vibrating dome of the device a little
lower... roaming lightly across my chest and circling my nipples...
"Ohhh... Mmmmm..." I'd never felt anything like it and it stimulated
nerve endings within my nipples and aureole that I never knew existed. Caroline
pressed the dome a little more firmly onto each nipple in turn and I let out a
guttural moan as the mildly shocking tickling sensation radiated from the
immature little teat of each nipple.
Caroline giggled
playfully as my torso tried to wriggle free from the vibrations centring on my
little nipples, amused at my gasps when the tingling and tickling got too much
in one single spot...
"Ha-ha... now
you can see why girls like this device... It feels good on there... around your
cute little nudie boy boobs doesn't it?" The device was a paradox,
tingling and tickling so much at times I wanted to push it away, and yet
equally, the tingling excitement it forced into me made me quite addicted to
the pleasure it gave.
"Ohhh...
gosh... it tickles so bad sometimes... when it stays... ohhhh..." I
wriggled suddenly again as Caroline pushed the vibrating dome firmly onto my
left nipple again...
"Awwww... is
it too much for the little girl already? We're only on the low setting... maybe
we should try it with a little more power hmmm?"
"Ngggghhh...
Owwww... I'm not a girl..." I protested, gasping through my breath.
"I'm a... Mmmmm... I'm a b-boy..." And with that, she turned the dial
a little higher and roamed over my nipples again, and then curiously (to me)
lower down over my tummy and around by belly button... "Ohhhhh... god!
Noooo, that tickles too much... not there!"
Caroline giggled
mercilessly at the reaction she was provoking in my pre-pubescent body. My
tummy muscles went rigid, and it must have looked as though I had a little
alien trying to burst out of my stomach... The muscles tensed to ride the
sensation of the vibrations as it circled agonisingly around my belly button...
I nearly lifted my legs up off the floor. Up and down my torso, up to my
nipples again... one after the other... then down one side of me, up over my
navel to the other side, then up my body again... She was exploring me, but I
didn't know it at the time... learning about my reactions as a boy, when
compared with those of her own and the other girls.
"Mmmm...
Ohhh, Miss Caroline... I... Mmmm..." I whimpered as my body surrendered to
the vibrating power of her 'toy.' The little dome was somehow 'kissing' my body
with juddering little vibrations... relaxing me and torturing me in equal
measure while she giggled at me...
"You like it
don't you Phillipa? Hmmm?" she asked, her voice soothing me through the
new exciting and scary feelings her 'massage' was giving me. I still had no
idea of course where this was leading.
"Mmmmm...
yes... I... errrm..." I replied rather incoherently. Turning the dial down
again to the low setting, she traced over my neck once more and onto my face...
My teeth chattered in response, and it made my inner ear tickle so badly I
wanted to put my finger in there to curb the tickly-itch it created as she
moved the little dome over my cheeks... up over my forehead and onto my nose...
That felt funny as it vibrated on my nose... It set off a giggle fit from me as
the vibrations rattled the cartilage inside my nose... I could smell the 'dome'
of the device now too... It smelled kind of plasticky and rubbery... and it was
warm... it smelled warm... and rubbery... and clean and electric. You know,
that electric smell you get when electronics get warm...
"Good... 'cos
you'll always remember the day that Caroline gave you this special treat... I
promise..." she giggled... "The first time a girl gave you a nice
massage with her special toy..." Her voice changed to sound more,
sultry... but also as though she were talking down to me like I was much
younger than I actually was... "You're such a lucky girl Phillipa... Normally,
only REAL girls get to play with this... but you've been so good and obedient
so far... we want you to enjoy it too... And if you keep being a good nudie
slave boy... we'll give you more treats like this more often...
understood?"
"Mmmmm...
yes, Miss... Caroline," I panted as she suddenly teased the device back
down my neck... entreating my nipples once more and down to my tummy... She turned
the dial back up a little and focussed on my navel again, from side to side...
round and round and round. My head was spinning, I was trying to relax in one
part of my body that had been visited by the 'dome...' while also tensing my
muscles in places being teased by the 'dome' right where it was at that given
moment... I found my penis was tingling and about as stiff as ever as my inner
arousal fizzed, making my bare naked hairless erection bob around between my
splayed legs, all in front of no doubt curious, amused and excited girls.
Looking back on it
all now, it's clear to me that this was never going to be an actual massage...
The 'massage' was merely the foreplay to awaken my senses, and the prelude to
another forced molestation of a young boy, by an older girl, in front of six
other fully clothed, watching and aroused dominant young girls... I was the
captive (yet seemingly so accepting) object of their 'thrill show' again... A
spectacle of male weakness... his submission... and the confirmation of their
already learned knowledge... the secrets about boys, held in that book.
"Say that
you're a lucky girl Phillipa... admit it to us..." Caroline said softly,
continuing to tease my navel and the sides of my tummy... tingling little
circles of vibrations, kissing me... seducing me... somehow making me want more
of it.
"Ohhhh...
Mmmmhhhh... I'm a... lucky, gir... girl, Miss Caroline..." I whimpered, my
cheeks turning crimson with embarrassment. I didn't want to be a girl... I was
a boy... with a tingling bare naked hairless erection... The girls could all
see it... "I'm a lucky... girl..." My sexual excitement was fogging
my mind, just like the girls knew it would. Subconsciously, my body wanted a
climax... and quickly... and my inner self gave me permission to say things...
stuff I didn't normally like saying, but there and then, in the fog of arousal,
I'd pretty much say and do anything because a girl told me to, and the need to
feel good...
"Good girl...
there's no shame in being a girl Phillipa... because girls are better... aren't
we?"
"Uh-huh,"
I gasped my confirmation breathlessly, as my tummy bulged at the huge breath I
had taken. Meanwhile I wriggled around on the floor and did my level best to
remain in 'play time' position for her. "Girls are bet-ter... ohhh...
mmmm... Miss..."
Suddenly, Caroline
upped the ante again... and she passed the massaging device down further over
my waist, my hip... rattling my hip bone before snaking down to my thigh...
'Oh god!' I
thought... As it rubbed up and down over my upper thigh, I quickly wondered if
she was going to use the device on my privates too... my stiff little boyhood was
already saluting her and waggling around helplessly as my torso and lower body
writhed to manage the sensitive tingly tickles it gave me. It was impossible to
lie still like that and just let her do it... Like most things, despite the
embarrassment that accompanied most of it, it was better when a girl was doing 'stuff'
to you that made you feel good.
I cursed myself
for being so stupid as not to think of it before... The feelings it gave my
body wherever the device was aimed by Caroline were so strong and tingly, it
was obviously going to 'feel different and good' if she used it on my exposed
private parts.
If my nipples and
my navel were anything to go by, then the sensation of the device on my actual
penis would be something else... it was already tingly and needy without
actually having been touched. I wanted to tell her to touch me there... Well
actually that's not true... In the hut, boys didn't tell girls what to do...
Instead, I would have had to beg her to touch me there because I was nothing
more than a submissive little naked boy who now admitted and understood that
girls were superior to boys... But of course I wasn't brave enough...
I think Caroline
sensed the inner turmoil and my sudden realisation that the device could be
used on private parts... boy or girl because she giggled, and allowed the
vibrating dome of the device to trace right along my thigh, over my kneecap and
down my leg... my ankle... Jeeez, over my foot and toes and then onto the other
foot to work up the other side...
"Ohhh...
Noooo!" I panted as the vibrations tickled through my wriggling little
toes, my soles still obediently pressed together to maintain my languid pose. "Mmmmm...
arrgghhh..." Up over my right leg... my right upper thigh... trailing and
buzzing over my tummy to loop the loop around my navel again... and back to my
left thigh...
It was getting
serious now... there was only really one more area of my body (on my top side
anyway) that had not been gifted with the thrilling tingly vibrations of
Caroline's battery powered 'toy massager.' The spot right between my thighs...
my pre-pubescent boy crotch... Everything that nature gave me to indicate I was
a boy, so clearly visible to the girl 'massaging' me, and the other six looking
at me... Those once sacredly private little 'sticky-out' things that made me
different... vulnerable and deficient... imperfect.
"I can tell
you're enjoying your treat so much Phillipa," Caroline soothed, making
another pass with the vibrating dome along my thigh and down to my tingling
toes... "Would you like me to show you why girls really like to play with
this 'toy' Phillipa? Even different little girls like you?" I remained
silent in the fog of arousal as she returned back along my leg with the device,
running it over the top of my thigh this time and inside...
"Ohhhhh...
Mmmmmm... god..." I gasped and wriggled my bottom on the cushion. I
couldn't believe the sudden escalation of excitement I felt when she did that.
I thought she was going to touch my boyish genitalia with the device... she
came agonisingly close to my scrotum, before teasingly running the vibrations
downward again, along my inside thigh and my leg.
"Ooops,
nearly... that was too close wasn't it?" she giggled rhetorically as she
teased over the skin of my upper thighs further with the pulsing little dome.
"Shall I show you how good it can be for a 'special girl' like you...
Hmmm?"
"Ohhhhh,
yes... please... Miss Caroline, mmmm... sh-show me..." I panted softly,
feeling her run the device back up along my body to circle and press into my
nipples again... She was enjoying my teasing torture as much as I was being
seduced and excited by it.
"Okay then
Phillipa... get ready... and hold real still... This is your treat...
okay?"
"Y-yes Mmmmm-isss
Caroline... Ohhhhh..."
"I mean it
Phillipa... you gotta hold still and let me do it..." she cautioned,
making me gasp as she used the fingers of her free hand to grip my horny little
erection by the skin just below the glans... "No matter how tingly it
feels... how much you wriggle and fight to stay in control... you mustn't try
to move my hands away... and you mustn't touch yourself or you'll get a
spanking... You gotta let me do it..."
I felt powerless
to resist her, addicted to the tingling vibrations she was causing in my
nipples as she circled and pressed the rubbery dome onto them firmly... And I
was increasingly excited at the feel of her girlish fingers around my cock as
she began to tug the loose outer skin downward towards my balls, pinching my shaft
firmly... She was making sure my foreskin was fully retracted to her
satisfaction... Oh god, that was so thrilling and naughty feeling as I felt my
damp, needy little 'mushroom' head become exposed again... the skin settling in
snugly in the dark purple coloured ridge behind my glans...
"So, are you
going to be a good little nudie boy... and let me make you feel as good as a
girl down there? You want to feel like a girl... don't you?"
"Y-yes...
Miss Caroline... m-make mmmmmeeeee feel like a girl does..." I sighed,
drawing my breath in readiness for what I now understood clearly she was about
to do to me... She was going to make me feel good... a climax... that was my
treat... just what I had been wanting... "I want to feel... like a girl..."
The balance between sexual excitement, and the anticipation of feeling the
inevitably humiliating sexual climax enforced by a girl in front of her Club
mates was excruciating. Something so private and sacred to a boy, about to be
controlled by a girl again, for the enjoyment of her friends and herself... My
enjoyment was secondary and simply forming another degrading episode in their
program of domination and supremacy over me as a now proven, and confirmed
submissive boy.
Caroline giggled
and began the agonisingly slow descent of the vibrating 'massager' on my
body... my tummy... my navel and finally onto my bare naked, hairless pubis... My
hips bucked upwards as I felt the tingly vibrations pass round and round over
my groin, from side to side... Caroline's expert hand control was clear to me.
I wondered how many other boys had experienced this 'treat...' and through the
haze of sexual arousal, I wondered about girls too and finally felt brave
enough to ask a question...
"Miss...
Caroline... ohhhhhh... errrrm... do girls... wh-when girls, feel good... do
they... you know... errrm... is it a cum too?"
"Uh-huh..."
she smiled, moving the device back and forth over my bald pubis and inner
thighs... "it's the best feeling in the world for a girl... a nice big
juicy girl cum... making our panties all hot and damp... It's different for
every girl... but when it happens, that's when I feel best about being a
girl..."
"Mmmmmm..."
I sighed dreamily as Caroline moved the device back up to my navel and then
down to my pubis again. Momentarily distracted by my sigh with my eyes closed,
I didn't notice her fiddle with the dial at the side of the device, but I heard
the change in pitch... She had turned the power up... and the vibrations became
more intense...
Eager to see my
reaction, she snaked the vibrating 'toy' down my inner thigh and directly onto
my vulnerable little scrotum... The soft, wrinkly furrowed skin that forms a
young male's little ball sack is very sensitive at the best of times and I
whimpered at the sudden sensation of the powerfully vibrating dome pressed
lightly onto my little pink pre-pubescent sack... I wanted to clamp my thighs
shut, even if it meant trapping the device and her hand there, but I restrained
myself and my body reacted by lifting my bottom off the cushion briefly while I
tried to settle down again. Caroline and the other girls chuckled at my
reaction...
"Mmmmm...
Ohhhh... god, that's... Ohhhh Miss Caroline... I can't... please..." I
mumbled through the ragged breathing pattern of my sexual arousal. She pressed
the device a little firmer onto my sack, kind of up and under, now vibrating
against the little boyish marbles nestled timidly inside... open to attack. The
vibrations also reached the sensitive skin of my perineum too. Somehow, the
sphincter muscle of my anus relaxed and I felt my bottom squirm and writhe over
the cushion it lay on as I focussed on trying to manage the feelings the
vibrations were having on my balls... I wasn't able to multi-task at eleven
years old experiencing all that.
"Nnnnnngghh....
nooooo! I can't... please... Miss Caroline... it's too tingly... not there!
Please stop..." I pleaded as Caroline giggled at my reaction along with
the other girls. The vibrations in my little testicles were so powerful, I
actually thought I was suffering a kind of electric shock... I closed my eyes
briefly and it was almost as if through the sensations of the vibration, I
could 'see' or at least sense in my mind, the actual shape of my balls... the small,
imperfectly formed little egg shaped balls... And something else too... the
secret little stringy attachments that I knew nothing of at age eleven... my
epididymides... I could sense them through the radiating vibrations and never
knew they were there before.
Caroline, seemingly
gleeful now, varied the force of which she pressed the vibrating device onto my
scrotum and testicles... She began a gentle, playful and teasing circular
motion, making sure that the whole of my modest ball bag received her
attention. Each side... the front, and pushing underneath to press as far as
she could between the tops of my thighs... almost touching my perineum
directly.
"Mmmmm...
ohhhhh god... please... It's too tingly... stop... Please, you have to
stop..." I whimpered... "Nnnngghh.. oh, not th-ere... Mmmm, not so
hard! Oh god it tickles..."
"Tell me
where you want it to touch you instead then Phillipa..." Caroline said
softly, exploring my scrotum with the device before re-tracing her steps to rub
it over my pubis... "Tell me where you think it would feel good for a
special girl like you..."
"On my...
pe-nis... Mmmmmm... Miss Caroline... ohhhhh... godddd..." I gasped
quietly, my lower body still writhing on the cushion. My erection was bobbing
around between my thighs, quite beyond my control as my hips gyrated... it must
have looked a pitiful sight. The feelings were exciting though...
"Awwww... you
looked so cute and helpless when you said that just then..." she giggled
at me. "You want me to use this on your little nudie boy willy... and make
you have a cum... don't you Phillipa?" As she said it and before I could
even think about my reply to her obvious question, Caroline moved the dome of
the vibrating 'massager' over my pubis quickly and touched the base of my cock
with it... Bzzzzzz, once... Bzzzzz... twice...
"Ohhhhhh...
yesssssss...." I gasped at the sudden sensation of the vibrations tingling
so briefly at the base of my penis like that. It made my hips thrust upwards
for a moment and my buttocks lift off the cushion again... Then plumped back
down hard as my bottom squirmed under her control. My body sought more of the
tickly, tingly feelings the device seemed to promise. "Please Miss
Caroline... ohhhhhh... touch my... willy with it... Mmmmmm... please, make
me... feel... Mmmmmm... feel good... like a gi-rl..."
"Tell us how
badly you want a nice little nudie boy orgasm in your willy Phillipa... what
would you do for us?" Caroline teased softly, allowing the device to
vibrate over the base of my penis again, this time staying in contact with me
for a little longer, and running a little higher up the shaft of my hairless
young erection. Yep, you guessed it, there was going to be a price for 'feeling
good...' I should have known... But I was so aroused... the vibrations were like
nothing else I had experienced before...
I was probably
more tingly, stiff and excited than I had ever been in my short life... as much
anyway without actually having a climax. Right then, because I was a boy, I
didn't care I was naked and fully displayed so humiliatingly in a room full of
clothed girls... I needed to climax to reset my mind... I had been driven too
far down the road to not be rewarded with a dry-cum, even if that meant a
spanking for taking things into my own hands.
"Miss
Caroline... Ohhhhh... please... I need to feel good... it tingles so much...
I... I'll do anything... I'll obey... I admit it too... I'll say it...
Ohhhhh... over and over... I don't care... Mmmmm... girls are better... than
boys... I'll do anything... please... I need to feel good, make it touch my
willy... orgasm... arrgghhh... please..." I could hear all the girls
giggling at my embarrassing, debasing verbal response, and the reaction of my
body to the older girl's obvious physical teasing. I could see Suzanne using
her camera to capture my shame in close up too, but I didn't care at that
moment... I just needed an orgasm... Just one... to satisfy my arousal... the
craving. "Please, let me feel good... just once... I'll do anything..."
"Anything?"
Caroline asked curiously, rubbing the vibrating device around the modest
circumference of my little erection, and then up and down lightly a few times,
always remaining clear of tingling, needy dark pink, exposed glans...
"Y-yesssss...
Mmmmm... please keep touching me there... like that... any... thing..." I
replied, feeling the arousing vibrations jangling and teasing me with pleasure.
Caroline was careful not to push me too quickly before sealing a 'deal' with
me... she liked watching me squirm too much as she controlled my excitement
with the vibrating dome... now teasing over my hairless pubis again.
"Phillipa...
I know you want to feel good like a real girl," Caroline said demurely and
with a tone of superiority. "But you know that by being a little nudie
boy, you can never fully understand or experience just how good it is to be a REAL
girl... But we can help you get as close as possible with what you are and what
you've got... And you agreed to do anything... so here's what we'll do..."
The device vibrated up onto my navel and back down to my crotch... over my ball
sack, up and down the shaft of my erection without touching my glans, and then
settling back on my scrotum...
"Awwww...
Mmmmmmm.... oh god... Mmmmmm..." I wailed as the sensation stimulated me
with tingles I couldn't control deep inside my ball bag. It was a challenge to
refrain from trying to brush her hand and the device away to give some
relief... Yet again, a girl was proving to me and to the Club, how easy it was
to control a boy by seizing control of his balls. Using his genitals against
him.
"I can keep
the device here on your worthless little balls all day if I have to, until the
batteries run out... and you won't get that really good feeling you want so
badly... Or, you can experience a little bit of what it's like to be a real
girl by agreeing to wear a pair of panties for a while and promising to learn a
song we've written for you... If you agree to do it, I'll put the device on
your willy, right on the spot that's your equivalent of where a girl feels good
the most... That way, I'll let you cum like a girl... Do we have a deal?"
"Yes... I
will," I blushed, aware of the price I had to pay for having a climax... I
was desperate now... "Ohhhhh.... please Miss Caroline... I'll do it...
I'll do it... I'll obey, yes!"
"You'll wear
panties, like a girl... and you'll learn the song we have for you? You'll sing
it?"
"YES!" I
gasped... "Panties... Ohhhh... song... please, do it... to me."
"Then say
it..." Caroline commanded loudly as she pressed the device more firmly and
insistently onto my balls, the vibrations jangling them with erotic invisible
lightning. "Say something nice to me, and beg me to diddle your little
boy-clitty with the toy... and that you'll imagine you're a real girl... with a
real girl's clitty..."
"Ohhhh please
Miss Caroline... you're a girl... it's better, ohhhhh... to be a girl... You
have... Mmmmm... a v-ulva... superior... unlike my willy... Ohhhh god... Girls
rule... forever... Please... Nnnggghhh... use your toy... to diddle me... on
my... b-boy clitty... I pr-omise... ohhhh... to imagine I'm a real girl...
feeling good in my girl clitty... Ohhhh..."
"Very well
Phillipa..." Caroline smiled, removing the device from my balls and making
me gasp with relief... "I'm going to finish your treat now... and make you
cum... like a girl... right on your boy clitty... When you cum, remember to
imagine being a real girl... and remember what you have to say... Now hold
still..."
With that,
Caroline grabbed hold of my penis and used her free hand to bend it back
against me, holding it firmly in place, flat to my hairless pubis... I grunted
and breathed deeply at the feeling of a girl doing that to me... controlling my
erection.
"You know...
lots of books describe a girl's clitoris as a tiny little willy of her own to
play with... nestling there just above the delicate lips of her vulva... Not
that you would know what any of that actually looks like... 'But the Big Book
of Boy Secrets' explains it much more accurately... That the glans of a boy,
and a specific part of it, is actually an oversized clitoris... I think you're
ready to know that when a baby first starts to grow inside a woman's tummy,
they ALL start out as girls... they're all female... As babies start to grow in
there, some experience a reaction that allows the baby to become a boy instead
of a girl... The imperfect girls, become boys... Girls first, boys second...
it's another way nature teaches us that the female is dominant over the
male..."
"Wh-what?"
I stuttered in disbelief, my arousal still needy. "Nooo... no way! I've
never been a girl..."
"Yes... if
you take time to look at yourself in the mirror... you'll see mother-nature's
little scar that she gives to all boys... right there along the skin of your ball
bag... That's where the vagina and vulva failed to grow properly and nature
made you into a boy instead... Using a substance called testosterone, she made
your clitoris grow into a worthless, little, wriggly willy instead... Boys are
all imperfect girls... Mother Nature's little rejects... Why else did she give
you nipples hmmmm?"
"Noooo!
That's not true!" I whimpered with embarrassment.
"It is
Phillipa... boys are born purely to provide sperm for a female when he's old
enough... And putting all that together makes boys the weaker sex I'm happy to
say... as a REAL girl... Now hold real still... it's time to show you where
your boy clitoris is..." With excitable young female commotion echoing
through the hut... I trembled with shame and uncertainty and sexual arousal as
Caroline held my penis firmly down onto my pubis with her free hand, and moved
the vibrating device towards the bulbous tip of my glans.
I had to close my
eyes... the device buzzed... and hummed... I was scared that by being touched
'like a girl' as Caroline described, and imagining I was a real girl when I
climaxed, that I would somehow turn into a girl... My heart raced in my chest
and I felt the tremors of excited fear fluttering in my tummy too...
Bzzzzzzzzzz...
BZZZzzzz....
"Arrrgghhh...
ahhhhh, ahhhh... Mmmmmm!" I panted suddenly as Caroline held the dome of
the vibrating 'massager' to the tip of my penis... Right on the little prow,
the delicate and sensitive little spot on what is the underside of the glans...
Right on the frenulum, the fleshy little 'banjo string' attaching my foreskin
to my shaft... All exposed and tingling like crazy... vibrating like crazy...
"Ohhhhh god... Ohhhhhh... Mmmmmm.... Nggggghghhh..."
I writhed and
squirmed pathetically on the cushion while my helpless little 'boy clitoris'
was 'massaged' by a girl... It felt more powerful than any act of masturbation
I had been subjected to so far... It screamed at me inside... the vibrations,
the tickly tingly tremors threatening to make my shaft explode. After only a
handful of seconds, I knew that I was going to cum so quickly...
"Owwwww
arrrrgghhh... ohhhh, ohhh, ohhh!" I yelped like a girl as Caroline pushed
firmer onto my glans with the device, making it tease and rub over the tip...
over the slit of my pee-hole... "Noooo... it's too much... Ohhhhh...
ohhhh..."
"Watch
closely girls... he's gonna cum like a girl, any second now..." Caroline
taunted, making the other girls call out teasing remarks, encouraging the older
girl to finish me off.
After what could
have been no more than five or six seconds of the vibrating dome first being
pressed into the underside of my exposed glans and frenulum, I felt my orgasm
being forced out by a girl again... My hips began to shake as my body
surrendered to my latest sexual crisis...
"Nnngghh...
Ohhhhh god... ohhhhh... Miss... Ohhhh... I'mmmm..." I panted, searching
for breath as my rose up and down. And then the spread of tingly, ticklish
erotic electricity leaping out from around the end of my cock... Being
violently shaken by happy vibrations... I was dry cumming... spasm after rich
spasm of glorious boy orgasm was coursing through my loins...
Caroline pulled
the device away from me and I was bucking up and down on my cushion like a bull
set free at a rodeo. The spasms continued and I thought of myself as a girl...
getting to feel like that in her own different, and as yet unknown or seen by
me private parts... Whatever her 'clitty' was, I had been told enough that it
was like some tiny, miniscule penis... only a 'clitty' was better because it
was there first... boys were second... nothing but imperfect girls...
"Mmmmm...
ohhhhh... I'm a girl... ohhhh... Boys are weaker than girls... Mmmmm... feels
good, like a girl... yessss... boys are the weaker... sex..." I stammered in
a clouded sexual daze as my dry climax began to fade... I had debased myself
visually and verbally once more...
As Caroline turned
off the device and placed it at the side of her 'throne,' I slowly managed to
bring my hips and my bottom under control as my senses returned. My breath
remained ragged though, as did the heart rate in my young chest... I finally
had some relief... though my erection still stood... testament to the added
ingredients of that drink... The lethargy in my arms and legs also began to take
more of a role in my mind too... nagging little aches making me feel as though
I wanted a rest...
"There's a
good boy... all better now, down there huh?" Caroline teased with her
pretend soothing and patronising voice, almost as though she were addressing a
toddler. "Aren't you such a lucky boy to be allowed into our girls' club
and have a treat like that hmmm?"
"Y-yes, Miss
Caroline," I panted quietly, still maintaining my position. A position
that reminded me of my humiliating predicament. As sexually exciting feelings
waned for a while (even with a stiffy that wouldn't stop), my other feelings of
shame and embarrassment about my nudity in front of, and submission to the
girls took over. It was a cycle I was still trying to come to terms with...
"Th-thank you..."
I now lived in a
time where I knew that things that could vibrate, could give wonderful, naughty
feelings to either a girl or a boy... There was no going back from that... what
had been learned, couldn't be un-learned. I was still yet to come across the
word 'vibrator' to describe a proper genuine sex toy built for the express
purposes of sexual excitement however. This 'massager' was a 'make-do' solution
that the ever superiorly resourceful girls had access to. And I realised
quickly that they could dominate me with it...
"Good... It
looked like you had a nice ending to your treat Phillipa, and you were so good
to remember to call out your words when you had your orgasm... We're really
pleased with you," Caroline smiled, returning to her 'throne' and leaving
me in 'play-time position...' It was starting to get tiring, lying there like
that.
"Tell us
Phillipa," Alison suddenly interjected from my side. "Why do you have
to say those words when you have an orgasm?" She started to giggle with
her twin sister. Of course, she already knew the answer and just liked hearing
a boy admit it. "Why do you have to say 'boys are weaker than
girls?'"
I blushed scarlet
as I recalled the humiliating and shameful events of the day before... and I
had to admit it to Alison as though she didn't already know...
"Miss
Alison... I... I have to say it, because it's true..." I sheepishly began.
"I mean... Caroline, Natasha, Emma, Anita and Suzanne all beat me at
arm-wrestling yesterday... and they proved that boys... are the weaker sex..."
My voice trailed off timidly as I made my shameful admission... She was
smirking at my embarrassment, enjoying my inner conflict and turmoil.
"Go on...
what else?" she teased, insisting that I complete my explanation.
"It gets
marked up on a chart when I get beaten by a girl... It errrm... it shows which
girls are stronger than me..." I continued to blush... "And when I
have an... org-asm... if I do it to myself... or a girl does it to me, here or
away from Club... I have to say it so everyone knows that I'm having a
cum..."
"Is that
because you're willy doesn't shoot yet?? Because you're still a little
boy?"
"Y-yes Miss
Alison," I said, totally ashamed.
"Do you think
you could beat Alison and me?" Elizabeth piped up gleefully. "We're
only ten..."
"I'm only
ten," Anita announced proudly... "And I beat his pants off!"
"Yeah, he's a
boy," Suzanne smirked... "Dirty... pervert... bed-wetter... can't
beat any of the girls..."
"Okay girls,
I guess we have time for a little match for Phillipa to try and prove himself
again... Up you get Phillipa..." Caroline played along... When I stood up
and shook my tired limbs off, she orchestrated the preparation of the 'game
table' again like the day before, arranging one of the wooden chests to be
positioned in the centre of the hut and cushion for the opponents to sit on
opposite sides... "Alison first... then Lizzie 'cos Lizzie is the
youngest... then we really have to move on..."
"What does he
get if he actually manages to win today?" Suzanne asked.
"Just as
yesterday, but the stakes are higher for Emma... as his favourite girl..."
Caroline said, teasing my 'love interest' with a knowing smile. "If he
manages to beat both Alison and Lizzie, then he will win his favourite space
ship back, and Emma will have to strip naked and show herself off in any
position or pose that he wants to see her... If he loses to either girl, then
Emma is safe. Should Phillipa beat one girl, then he gets his favourite space
ship back... and all the dolls that go with it..."
'Action figures!'
I thought testily. 'They're not dolls... damn you!'
"But he
doesn't get to look at the naked girls in the book of secrets," Caroline
concluded. "He's only up against two girls today... and he can't have all
the prizes."
Of course, Alison
and Elizabeth took their turn to arm-wrestle me, and in my weakened state, I
wasn't able to beat either of them. Alison was quite a balanced match at first,
but she giggled when she finally planted my straining hand down to the table.
Lizzie, she beat me hands down... I couldn't believe it, the bony little runt.
But don't tell her I said that.
"Ha-ha! Beat
you," Elizabeth grinned as she slammed my hand to the table with a
'thump.' "Girl-th are th-tronger than boys... Girl-th are th-stronger than
boys..." she chanted, the other younger girls joining in too, but without
the lisp. Blushing with the humiliation of a seven match losing streak to all
the girls, I stood up from my cushion and the girls all giggled and commented
that I was still bone hard between the legs... As I walked away from the wooden
chest 'game table,' my modest hairless penis waggled from side to side, adding
to the merriment of my female tormentresses.
"Okay, that's
seven matches to nil that the girls have now won..." Caroline announced...
"And Phillipa... you know you now have a punishment to serve for failing
to beat any single girl, don't you?"
"Wh-what?"
I trembled. "No... Miss Caroline, you never said that..."
"But it's in
the rules... I shouldn't have to say it..." she beamed at my discomfort at
this development. I knew she was right... she was a girl, and they were proving
to be 'right' all the time...
'Oh yes,' I
thought, the voice of Emperor Palpatine from the Return Of The Jedi. 'You'll
find that the girls are right about a great, many, things...'
I sighed my
resignation to whatever the punishment was, which was now revealed to me...
"Today
Phillipa, your punishment for demonstrating the ongoing proof of your weakness
compared to girls is to perform a private show in front of Alison and
Elizabeth... They can both give you two commands each... Put your cushion on
top of the chest, and then climb up and kneel on it, 'display' position... come
on, get to it..."
Nervous as to what
might unfold next, I complied with Caroline's instruction. As I did so, Alison
and Elizabeth moved there cushions to sit, Indian style right in front of me...
This 'private show' was directed right in front of their eyes, but also clearly
visible to the other girls. The intent was, that I would look at Alison or
Elizabeth while I 'performed' for them... whatever they commanded me to do...
Kneeling up on my
cushion on top of the wooden toy chest, I parted my knees, locked my ankles
behind me and used my fingers to pull back my foreskin fully again, neatly into
place... With my little hairless erection now 'skinned back like a little boy
bunny rabbit,' I placed my hands on top of my head to complete my 'display'
position. It was humiliating... but the tingling excitement was building in me
again, compensating for my obvious scarlet cheeks. Two ten year old twin girls
about to shame me, an eleven year old nudie slave boy further... One kind of
pretty, the other, bony and skinny and obnoxious.
'I wonder if this
is where Alison is going to make me feel good... like she promised earlier...'
I thought briefly, before Alison took the initiative...
"Have you
ever used a hula-hoop before Phillipa?" the prettier of the two twins
asked calmly.
"Y-yes...
Miss Alison..." I replied, looking right into her eyes...
"Then I want
you to move your hips around, pretending that you're hula-hooping, and as you
do that, I want you to look at me and admit that you're my nudie slave
boy..." she smiled mischievously, nodding her head and encouraging me to
begin... I didn't think it wise to disobey and I wasn't being asked to do or
say anything more humiliating than I had already experienced, so I nodded in
response and began...
I began to move my
hips in steady, slow circles, round and round as though I had a real hula-hoop
around my waist... I could tell what it must have looked like, a naked eleven
year old boy, kneeling up on top of the wooden toy chest, his little hairless
penis moving around in the same circular motion as his hips as he obeyed the fully
clothed grinning girl in front of him... I looked right into her victorious
eyes, but she wasn't looking into mine... she was smiling at the show my
boyish, erect private parts were making. Her expression told me that she felt
superior to me... she was glad she didn't have a penis...
'It's better to be
a girl... Miss Alison...' I affirmed her view silently in my thoughts as I
gyrated like a little hula-girl, only with a stiff little erection poking right
out at my conqueress.
"I'm your
nudie little slave boy Miss Alison..." I said softly, kind of girlish...
meek.
"Good... you
do that well," Alison smirked. "That's enough, you can stop now...
It's Lizzie's turn..."
"Yeah, my
turn..." Elizabeth grinned wickedly.
'I have a bad
feeling about this...' I thought with my Han Solo voice.
"My first
command is thi-th... I want you to admit that you're my nudie little th-lave
boy too... and then put a finger up your nose, and lick it!" she giggled
at her own level of horrible mischief. I really wanted to protest, but let my
gasp of horror and the burning crimson of my cheeks communicate for me.
"Come
on..." Emma said with disgust at the younger girl's command. My saviour?
"We don't do that... we never make boys do that... it's gross. Think of
something else Lizzie. We're girls, not savages remember..." I looked over
briefly at Emma and wordlessly thanked her with my best 'puppy dog eyes' and I
saw her wink at me.
"Oh..."
Suzanne commented with disappointment. "I wanted to see if he's a snot
gobbler, like I hear most boys are..." Anita and Elizabeth chuckled and
nodded knowingly between them. They seemed to await a judgement from the
'leader.'
"Are you a...
'snot gobbler?'" Caroline asked sincerely from her 'throne.'
"No Miss
Caroline," I replied quickly. "Of course not... I'm as clean as a
girl... honest..."
"Very well...
choose something else Lizzie... and remember... we may be superior to boys, and
we may be in charge of them, but that doesn't mean we have to act like monsters
to make our point..."
"Okay,
okay," Elizabeth relented, looking up at me as I knelt there obediently in
front of her. She was thinking of something to make me do... something that
would prove that I would obey her, and demonstrate her dominion over me, even
if she couldn't get me to pick my nose, and eat it... Euch... "Seeing as
thi-th i-th your punishment... I want you th-till to admit that you're my nudie
little th-lave boy... and then ath-k me to th-pank your willy..."
The silence in the
hut was broken only by my horrified gasp. I swallowed hard and prayed for
another reprieve... but there was none... I shifted uneasily on my cushion as
Elizabeth retrieved the little pink plastic ruler that had been used to measure
my penis the day before. The one with the 'Wonder Woman' printed on it in
golden letters, shadowed in red and blue... My cheeks flushed with fear... a
second 'date' with the ruler. I'd heard so much about Elizabeth and her
cruelty, and now she was going to get a free hit at my penis with the ruler...
"Just the one
Lizzie..." Caroline said cautiously. "He's being punished, but he
isn't deserving of a full spanking from you..." Elizabeth nodded her
understanding and turned to grin up at me... she was enjoying my obvious
fear...
"Pl-please...
don't hurt me..." I pleaded weakly. "Please... not there..."
Tears threatened to shame me even more, I could feel them anxiously 'knocking
on the door' at the sides of my eyes.
"Don't be
th-uch a th-ithy..." she giggled. "It-th ju-tht one th-pank... I've
done thi-th to lot-th of boys, some even younger than you... It-th gonna
hurt... and it might make you cry... Don't be th-cared to cry in front of
girl-th... It-th natural for a boy to cry when a girl reminds him of the little
weakne-th he ha-th between his leg-th..."
"Ohhh...
please don't... n-not there... don't hit my willy, please! I'm begging you...
Miss Elizabeth..." I was mortified at what was about to happen, my whole
body tensing with fear and anticipation. How could a girl do this to a boy?
Why? My buttocks clenched... My penis lurched. Elizabeth took aim and I began
to cry... It was too much... "PLEASE!!! NOooooo! Don't... pleaseeee! Not
my willy... Noooo... not there... it's not fair!"
"What do you
have to th-ay before I th-pank you Phillipa?"
"Please Miss
Elizabeth... don't..." I sobbed freely, tears coursing down my crimson
cheeks. I couldn't handle this... "I'll kiss you... like a girl... I'll
kiss your foot... I'll... I'll..."
"You'll obey
me... becau-th I'm a girl... Now th-ay what I told you, or you'll earn a real
th-panking... and that really will make you cry..." she said, daring me to
disobey or stall for more time...
"Oh Miss
Elizabeth... Ohhhhh gosh..." I sniffled with impending pain and
humiliation. "I'm your <sniff> nudie little slave boy...
<sniff> Please spank my willy..."
<SLAP> The
little pink feminist ruler struck hard across the top side of my penis and made
me gasp for air and lean forward...
"OWWWWwwwwwww...
Owwwwwwwww!" I wailed with pain and misery in equal measure. It stung...
it felt like the ruler had passed right through my penis and removed the
glans... All I could feel was the pain in the lower shaft of my little
erection. The pain spread, leaving an angry pink marker for any spanks that may
follow... Fortunately there were none this time... "Owwww... <sniff,
sniff>" I cried out, looking down at my abused penis, feeling the
initial sting fade. It was replaced by a warm, ache, the area attacked by the
ruler seemingly glowing with a seething pinkness.
"There... you
cry it all out like a boy," Elizabeth teased me quietly, happy with her
work, and lay the ruler down next to her cushion before she sat down on it.
"I-th it better to be a girl... or a boy Phillipa?"
"A...
<sniff> a girl..." I replied, unable to look at her. Instead, I
looked down at my boy parts, still stiff and on display... an angry 'spank
badge' on the top side of my shaft. My shock subsided and my tears were blinked
away... damp little trails remaining on my cheeks until the heat of my blushes could
evaporate them. "It's better to be a girl... Miss Elizabeth..."
"That-th
right... and now you'll NEVER forget..." Elizabeth grinned wickedly.
"Alison, your turn again..."
"Okay
Phillipa..." the prettier of the twin girls said smartly. "You did
such a good job earlier, and I want to see it again... I want you to look right
at me and recite the Langton Magna Girls' Club code for boys... simple as
that... nice and cheerful..."
Oh god... I was
still smarting from the spank I had just received on my bare naked penis... how
on earth was I going to be convincingly cheerful? I sniffed away my runny nose
and blinked away the risk of any further tears falling and I looked into
Alison's eyes. This time, she was looking into mine...
"Come on
Phillipa... you can smile again now..." she encouraged me. I did my best
to smile at her and began to recite the code as requested, kneeling up on top
of the wooden toy chest in my 'display' position. As humiliating as the first
time I ever had to say it... the shame of it never left me... She was going to
enjoy looking at me, a naked boy, kneeling before her, while I said it...
"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."
"Girls rule
forever!" Alison smiled, leading the little 'amen' at the end of my
recital. All six of the other girls in unison and perfect timing replied,
"Girls rule
forever!"
"Good girl
Phillipa... now it's Elizabeth's last turn... I hope you don't get another spanking
today..."
"I heard
about what you did for the other girl-th ye-th-terday after they all beat you
at arm wre-thling. So that-th what I want you to do... Show me and Ali-thon how
you play with your willy... And don't forget to th-ay the words when you have a
cum..."
I blushed at the
command... a self debasing act on an already aching penis, my limbs feeling
tired and weak. I just wanted a rest.
"Yes, Miss
Elizabeth," I said contritely, letting my hands grasp hold of my immature
private parts... One hand around my little scrotum, and one hand wrapped around
my hairless little erection, fingers gripping below my glans... ready to jerk
off. As Suzanne captured more exposures of me, I slowly began the humiliating
task of masturbating myself... right in front of all seven fully clothed young
dominant girls.
As I quickened my
pace, I knew that it wouldn't actually take that long to reach climax... The
feelings of shame and humiliation I felt, showing two new girls not only how a
boy masturbated... but also my own unique technique... All that, coupled with
the sexual arousal that undeniably shimmered already through my loins meant
that I was already well on my way to a quick 'happy ending...' It was making me
feel good to perform like this... somehow I was enjoying the feelings I was
getting, even if it embarrassed me.
As my fingers
tugged me onward towards completion, I bit my lip, gasping and concentrating on
my task as I looked at Elizabeth and Alison... They were watching my hand rub
back and forth as I played with my penis... watching me wank myself off... As
they watched the action unfold, their expressions changed from gleeful
enjoyment, to a look of potential pity and unbridled girlish giggling. A naked
boy's penis was right in front of them, being played with by the submissive boy
it was attached to, kneeling up on the toy chest... all because he obeyed girls
now. My penis belonged to them...
'They're looking
at my willy while I wank off...' I thought, as I began to pant. I was almost
teasing myself... 'They're girls... looking at my boy cock... my nudie boy
cock... girls rule... girls are better...' I was fantasising... When Alison
broke out into her next smirk of superiority, I finally lost it... My climax
began... Instinctively, I let my hands leave my genitals, and return to rest on
top of my head... letting the girls see my unbridled orgasm...
"Oooooohhhh...
oohhhhhh... I'm.... ohhhhh... ohhh, yesssss..." I breathed hard, sighing
with obvious sexual pleasure... My hips began to thrust forward a couple of
times, fucking helplessly into the air, before they began shake beyond my
control. My groin was shuddering and jerking back and forth as I kneeled up on
my little makeshift podium. "Ohhhhh... boys are weaker than girls!" I
called out, feeling the ticklish, tingly electricity of orgasm spasm from my
glans, along the jiggling little root of my erection to my balls and back
again... Spasm after spasm of humiliating, but satisfying dry-cum... I knew in
my mind that as pleasurable as it was, it didn't feel as good as how a girl
could make it feel... 'girls are better... than boys... even at doing this...'
As the commotion
in the hut simmered down following my self-induced dry orgasm, Caroline praised
me for completing my punishment for losing to another two girls at
arm-wrestling. I was allowed to get down from the toy chest and return my
cushion, to my normal spot ('welcome' position) as the room was re-organised
again efficiently by the girls. My arms ached, my legs ached... my mind was
confused and my boyhood remained totally stiff as though nothing had happened.
It still poked out 'proudly' at whoever wanted to look at it... only it looked
like it had been played with... and spanked...
I watched
curiously as Caroline reached into the normally locked toy chest. After moving
a few bits and pieces around that I couldn't see, she finally pulled out a
light blue pair of girl's panties... Light blue, with a frilly lacy white trim
around the waistband. I suddenly remembered what the price I had to pay for
receiving my full 'treat' with Caroline's toy... the naughty 'massage' toy.
"Take these
Phillipa... they're yours now..." she smiled serenely at me, holding the
garment out to me. There was enough 'tone' in her voice that told me I should
take them without delay. Reluctantly, I held my hand out and took the
panties... "You said yesterday in front of us, that you liked being a good
girl for us... and earlier, when I gave you your treat, you said that you
wanted to feel like a girl.. and you would do anything to have that cum I
kindly gave you... So now, it's time to pay up... this is your big chance
Phillipa... become a nudie girl for us... They'll make you feel like a girl too
when you put them on..."
"But I'm not
a GIRL!" I protested vehemently, my fingertips feeling how soft and
'alien' and girlish the blue knickers were. I couldn't wear those... I was a
boy... this was going too far now... But I didn't run... part of me felt
curious to know what it was like... and part of me wanted any opportunity to
win ALL of my stuff back. I toughed it out... submissive or not, I toughed it
out.
"We'll
see..." Caroline said, squinting her eyes at me. "Don't forget your
manners..."
"I'm sorry,
Miss Caroline... It's just..."
"It doesn't
matter... apology accepted... now, be a good little girl and slip on your new
panties... let's see how they fit... They look just right for a girl your
age..."
I blushed with
impending shame and seethed with anger at the renewed references to me being a
girl... If it wasn't bad enough that I was now a 'traitor,' a young convert to
female superiority, did I really have to become a girl too? I hoped not... I
was born a boy, and that's how I knew I had to stay. Even if that meant I would
forever be on the losing side of the gender war that was playing out in the
hut. Seemingly all around me...
So bashfully, and
with movements I would have imagined a girl to do, I stepped into the panties,
and quickly pulled them up my legs... over my knees and up to my waist...
It felt so sinful to
know that I had a pair of girl's panties on... something that was normally such
an intimate piece of female underwear, was now being worn by me... A boy... It
was such a sinful feeling, that it was actually secretly exciting, despite the
shame I felt. The material was so different to boy's underpants or boxer
shorts. It secretly made me tingle... as though the panties had some sort of
magic, girlish power over me.
And of course, it
felt good to finally have my boyish private parts covered up again. Although
the girls had seen everything of me that any boy my age would have wanted to
keep hidden away from them, any opportunity to have them covered was a good
thing. A brief respite from their constant looking, smirking, judging and
occasional giggling.
One thing I
quickly noticed about girl's panties however, when being worn by a boy, somehow
the waistband doesn't seem to cover the full pubis of a boy. Because a boy has
a penis and testicles sticking out from his crotch, the material is stretched
that much thinner as a result, and the waistband at the front reaches barely
any higher than where his penis joins his abdomen... Of course, having an
erection too, it was difficult not to look dumb, stupid and totally out of
place in the panties. Anyone looking, particularly Suzanne's camera could tell
I was still clearly an aroused little boy under the panties...
Being covered was
a relief, but it was still very, very embarrassing... tingly and feeling
naughty.
"Hmmm, you
look good in them Phillipa," Emma announced coming over to stand in front
of me and looking me up and down... "The right colour for a boy like
you... pink would have been a little too much just now." Her voice was
friendly and she looked sincere when she spoke to me, not like she was deliberately
trying to put me down all the time or otherwise be nasty to me. I wanted to be
her friend so badly now... She had stood up for me earlier and that made me
want to be her boyfriend too. Even if I had to obey her... She was my Star Wars
girl... my first crush.
"The other
thing you agreed to do when Caroline was giving you your treat was to learn a
song and sing it for us..." Emma continued, smiling at my confused face.
"Even if you hadn't agreed to it, boys joining as new members all have to
learn a song and perform it for us... Over time, we expect boys to learn their
own dance routine as part of their performance too..."
"But... how
will I know how to sing it?" I asked nervously. "I don't think I can
make up a tune of my own..."
"Oh don't
worry, they're always a song in the music charts that everybody knows... But in
your case... well, you're a very different boy... In a way, you kind of
selected what song to sing all by yourself at choir practice last Sunday... can
you guess which one?"
"Oh god..."
I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest as I recalled my spanking from Miss
Bingley, choir mistress and Sunday School teacher. "You mean... you want
me to sing Chattanooga Choo Choo, while wearing these panties?" Well, that
could have been worse couldn't it? I knew I could sing that... it was a good
song that I had heard lots of times and knew the tune by heart. This was going
to be easy...
"Well kind
of..." Emma grinned knowingly as she saw my confidence return... an
overconfidence too it turned out. There was always a 'but' with these girls... "All
boys learn a song that WE write for them... the words are different from the
song in the charts, but the tune that they know is the same one... That way,
they know how to sing the song we've written for them... When commanded, the
boy has to sing his song whenever and wherever a girl chooses... But don't
worry... we're really careful about where a boy is asked to perform and in
front of who..."
Emma saw me
pondering what she had just told me, maybe even hearing the little confused
cogs processing the detail.
"But... what
are the words?" I asked, shifting uneasily from foot to foot...
"Oh, they're
here, in my pocket..." she smiled warmly, girlishly prepared for every
occasion. She placed her hand inside the pocket of her denim dungarees and
pulled out a neatly folded sheet of A4 sized paper. Opening it out, she handed
it to me so I could see...
If I had ever
blushed before, I was about to break my own record for the number of shades of
pink, purple, red and scarlet on my face. My cheeks burned and a lump came to
my throat. This was like the feeling I got the very first time I had to strip
naked in front of the girls' Club... What I read, was shocking... My tummy
fluttered manically... I swallowed hard and found my mouth dry... My genitals
tingled, the erection holding firm... rudely bulging out the front of my
girl-panties and telling everyone what a naughty boy I was... and how secretly
thrilling it all was. But my penis couldn't read... If it saw the words I had
to learn and sing... it would probably have dropped off, or turned itself
inside out to make me a 'real girl.'
"Oh god!
Emma... I mean Miss Emma," I bumbled. "I... I c-can't sing that...
that's too embarrassing..."
"Of course
you can sing it Phillipa..." she said brightly, planting her hand on my
shoulder as moral support. "I know you can sing, really well for a boy
actually... But you'll have to make up your own dance moves once you get the
hang of it... Maybe some of your hula-hoop moves that you did for Alison
earlier... I'm sure you'll get the hang of it, the more you practice..."
"But it's
silly... the words... they're embarrassing... I can't Miss Emma,
please..." I whimpered. I really didn't want to let Emma down, but this
was going to be a horrible ordeal.
"Phillipa...
You did promise to do anything remember... And it's the least you can do after
telling all the girls at Sunday School that you want to see their vaginas...
When really, you meant their vulvas... didn't you? You big silly!" She
giggled playfully at me. "I don't want to see you get spanked by Lizzie...
you know what that feels like already... only worse... Are you going to obey us
Phillipa?"
Suddenly, Emma,
the girl of my dreams upped the stakes... the prospect of a bare naked 'willy
spanking' was now on the table too... I couldn't face that... so I had no
choice but to agree to learn the song... a song that would become 'Phillipa's
Song...'
"Y-yes Miss
Emma... I'll obey you..." I replied, looking pleadingly into her eyes. She
winked at me again...
"I knew you'd
be a good sport... I know it'll take you a few times to get the words right, so
read off the sheet for now... Come on... let's see your debut
performance..."
"Yes, come on
Phillipa," Caroline announced from her 'throne.' "We've been waiting
for you to do this since Sunday..." She confirmed to me again that the
girls had intended to trap me all along... snare me into their web of young
feminism... to capture me as their nudie slave boy.
I swallowed hard
and readied myself to begin... Stood there in my girlish panties in front of
seven fully clothed girls, I held the paper up in front of me and imagined the
Glenn Miller band striking up, counting myself in as the colour drained from my
face... This was going to be embarrassing...
And so, to the
tune of Chattanooga Choo Choo, these are the words I sang that first time...
Feel free to blush and sing it along with me...
Pardon me, miss...
But I'm a horny little boy toy...
Slave of the girls,
Please let me give you a twirl...
Can you afford,
To miss the naked little slave boy?
I've got no hair...
Around my privates down there...
I, like, it, when the girls of Langton Magna make me
strip bare,
And then make me jump around, without a care....
Nothing looks more silly,
Than my little willy...
Waggling and jiggling there, in front of me...
When boys hear a girl command them, they will obey,
So I'll do absolutely any thing that they say...
Nudie naughty slave boy,
Forever the girls' play toy,
Yeah, girls are better than any boy...
There's gonna be,
A lovely party in the Girls' Club,
Knickers and tights,
My new world of delights...
I'm gonna blush,
Until the girls decide to let me go...
Playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home...
Girls playing with my willy, 'til they let me go
home...
--
The girls were
giggling and holding their hands to cover their mouths as they watched me do
it... watched me debase myself... I don't think even they expected me to
actually sing it...
Can you imagine
how embarrassing it was? It would have been bad enough to just say the words as
a poem... But to sing it out loud in front of a hut full of smirking, giggling
girls... My voice, pre-pubescent and virtually pure... There was no way a
church would allow me into their choir if I sung words like that... Well,
looking back on it all now, some churches would <grin>...
The words were so
simple and humiliating for any boy to sing in front of girls... Straight away,
I felt as though I had betrayed all the boys around the world again... my whole
gender, sneering at me as a traitor... Worse still, I could already imagine
what some of the dance moves that the girls would want me to add could look
like... even on that first pass... There was a twirl... there were my hairless
privates to reveal... letting my penis waggle around in front of me... God, the
shame would never end... It was degrading... emasculating...
It would have been
better if I was a proper girl member... instead of what I was.
"That was a
really good effort Phillipa," Emma smiled warmly at me, somehow genuinely
pleased for me. "A lot of boys are scared to sing the first time, and they
end up just saying the words and start crying... But you were a star... Come on
girls, let's give Phillipa a cheer..."
At that, all seven
girls cheered and clapped and giggled, depending on how they judged my
performance. I didn't know where to look... the sudden focus of attention was
on me even more... Embarrassment at a different end of the spectrum. I wasn't
used to being clapped and cheered for being 'good.' Emma cheered and clapped
the loudest... she was still my favourite.
"Yes, good
job Phillipa," Caroline agreed. "It's one of our best songs so far...
it's quite catchy for an old record. It'll be so much fun when we sing the real
Choo Choo song at Miss Bingley's choir practice, now we've seen you sing those
words! You know we're all going to look and giggle at you when you sing that
line about your silly willy! That'll teach you to be vulgar in front of girls
again!! Anyway, I think we should see another performance, but first, you need
a little preparation..."
"What do you
mean Miss Caroline?"
"Earlier,
when you decided to let Alison be the one to pull your underpants down,
Elizabeth missed out... so it's only fair that she be the first to pull your
panties down... With your panties down, it will add to the effect of your
performance when you sing certain parts, hmmmm?"
Oh god... when
would this end?
I held still,
feeling quite stupid in my panties as a grinning Elizabeth came up to me and
without saying a word, put her hands into each side of the waistband of my
panties and tugged them down to my knees...
"Half mast...
looks cute," Elizabeth snickered. "Your panties I mean... I see your
worm is still hard though... definitely not half mast there!" After taking
a good look at me, she walked away from me and back to her position in the
group. I heard the shutter click on the camera, Suzanne was a proper documenter
of my shame.
"Okay... sing
it loud and proud Phillipa... nice smile... and see if you can try some dance
moves..." Caroline instructed. "Include some jumping... girls always
like to see boys jumping... especially when they're naked... which I'm sure
you'll figure out why... Begin..."
And so dear
readers, I began to sing the song again... It wasn't any less embarrassing the
second time, I can assure you.
"Pardon me, miss..." I began...
"But I'm a horny little boy toy...
Slave of the girls,
Please let me give you a twirl..."
At that, with my
girl's knickers down at my knees, I twirled on the spot as best I could,
mindful of losing my balance and ending up flat on my arse. I say a 'twirl,'
because of the garment around my knees, it was more of a shuffle, but the
audience knew what my encumbered intent was, and they clapped and giggled with
approval.
"Can you afford,
To miss the naked little slave boy?
I've got no hair...
Around my privates down there..."
When I sung those
words, I daintily bent my knees slightly and pointed both forefingers towards
my bare naked boy crotch... hairless and pre-pubescent, the badges of my
shame... It was a move I had picked up from watching old black and white movies
and seeing how some of the actresses in the 1930s and 40s seemed to act. It was
quite brave of me actually, and it made me feel like a sissy when I did it...
But again, the girls seemed to approve of my shameful routine as it continued.
"I, like, it, when the girls of Langton Magna
make me strip bare,
And then make me jump around, without a care....
Nothing looks more silly,
Than my little willy...
Waggling and jiggling there, in front of me..."
As you can
imagine, when I sung the words 'strip bare,' I shucked the panties down to my
ankles and stepped out of them while the girls whistled and cheered. Of course,
the next couple of lines made me realise why girls like to see naked boys
jumping up and down... They giggled and laughed openly at my penis as I jumped
up and down on the spot, and twirled in time to the beat of my singing. Yes, it
waggled, and jiggled there, right out in front of me, saluting the victorious
looking girls.
"When boys hear a girl command them, they will
obey,
So I'll do absolutely any thing that they say...
Nudie naughty slave boy,
Forever the girls' play toy,
Yeah, girls are better than any boy..."
In the short time
between my two performances so far, I hadn't had chance to think much about
what moves I could include for this part of the song, so what I did was totally
improvised... I made about four or five gyrations of my hips (hula hooping
style) in time with the first two lines of that section. Then I quickly turned
round to show my bottom to the girls and pretended to spank myself when I sang
the words 'nudie naughty slave boy.' When I turned back round to face the girls
and finish that section, I kneeled down on the floor and put my hands on my
head.
I could hear the
girls clapping in time with my performance and obviously there were excited
giggles and catcalls. But I briefly looked at Emma and she seemed genuinely
pleased at what I was doing. She even gave me a sly 'thumbs up.'
"There's gonna be,
A lovely party in the Girls' Club,
Knickers and tights,
My new world of delights...
I'm gonna blush,
Until the girls decide to let me go...
Playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home...
Girls playing with my willy, 'til they let me go
home..."
Again, I hadn't
had chance to think about any further moves for the remainder of the song, so I
remained kneeling on the floor in homage to the seven fully clothed girls
watching my humiliating performance. At the mention of 'knickers and tights,' I
retrieved the lacy blue panties I had previously discarded and twirled them
round with my finger before letting them fly off randomly... that made the
younger girls watching me holler with hysterical approval.
I blushed scarlet
as the adrenalin that got me through that second performance subsided and
'reality' struck home again about just how emasculating and debasing my
performance had been for a boy to perform like that. The girls collectively
clapped and cheered. I stood up again and returned to my cushion, in my
'welcome' position.
"Wonderful
Phillipa," Caroline said excitedly, commenting on my performance.
"What a fabulous effort that was girls... hmmm? So beautifully sung too.
There's obviously some work you can do to make more moves to fit the song, but
that was a great thing to watch, well done Phillipa..."
"Th-thank you
Miss Caroline," I replied coyly as the whooping and giggling began to
subside.
"And good
nudie slave boys in our Club are always rewarded... would you like another
treat?"
"A t-treat?
Yes please," I replied brightly, wondering what it could be. Hopefully
another chance to feel good. My embarrassing song performance not withstanding,
I was quite excited and tingly again. My little hairless erection told me such.
"Good...
kneel down on your cushion then, like a good nudie slave boy... You may
'sit...' It's Alison an Elizabeth's turn again now..."
With a gulp of
trepidation at the prospect of Elizabeth getting another turn, I prayed that it
wasn't going to involve a spanking. I hastily complied with Caroline's
instruction though to reduce the risk of spanking being part of the agenda. I
knelt down on my cushion, knees apart, ankles locked behind me and my hands on
my head. I was now 'sitting' as per the girl's expectations and command.
Anxious and
ignorant of what to expect, I watched as Elizabeth was handed the 'massage'
device that Caroline had used on me earlier and both her and her twin sister
Alison positioned themselves either side of me. Elizabeth didn't say a word to
me, instead, reaching out to rub her fingers over the still pink mark left by
the spank she had previously 'given' me on my penis with the ruler.
Bzzzzz...
Elizabeth turned the device on and moved around to start applying the vibrating
dome to my body... My body tensed instinctively, not only from the anticipated
'dreamy' contact of the massage device with my skin, but the apprehension that
it was 'Daffy,' or 'Elizabeth The Mean' who was about to apply it to me.
"Oohhhgghh..."
I gasped sharply as the younger girl finally made the device touch my skin...
right on my back, between my shoulder blades. It didn't hurt, it was just
different. My previous 'treat' had been applied only to my front when I was lying
on my back in 'play time' position... Elizabeth had started on my back... My
shoulders jiggled and the bones tingled to get accustomed to the feeling as the
device began to caress me. She guided the gently vibrating and tingling 'toy'
up and down my back, taking time to rub the dome from side to side, in circles
and various soothing zigzag movements. It was quite pleasant, and my body began
to relax a little.
"Down on all
fours for me Phillipa," Elizabeth commanded confidently. "There's a
good boy..." Resting on my cushion, I obeyed her, my hands and knees
comfortable on the soft cushion beneath me. "Knees wider apart... that-th
it," she instructed, guiding my knees apart. "Show me your bum too...
that-th it..." Her words made me blush at the thought that she was now
looking right between my buttocks... right at the timid hole of my bum... and
then lower, between my thighs, the crinkly little sack of my balls... maybe she
could see my erection from there too...
"Ohhhh..."
I gasped again as Elizabeth applied the device to my back once more... running
it up and down over my back... up and down my tingling spine.
"Hmmm... this
is how I groom our ponies back home..." she giggled, allowing the device
to trace over my buttocks and back onto my back. "The male ponies eth-pecially
like it when I groom them... It-th fun to watch how eck-thited a pony get-th...
down here..." With that, the buzz of the device and it's vibrations
sneaked right down into the crease of my bottom, over my balls and almost onto
the base of my penis...
"Aggghhhh....
Nnngghhhh!" I whimpered at the tingling sensation she caused me with the
'massager.' I clenched my buttocks timidly and my whole tummy tensed and
relaxed repeatedly, unsure of the sensation. It was humiliating, the way she
spoke to me... Resting the dome of the 'toy' right between my buttocks,
vibrating as close as it could to my anus, Elizabeth reached out with her free
hand and from behind, she gripped the hairless shaft of my penis, like a milk-maid
might grip a cow's udder...
"Hmmm...
ha-ha..." she giggled, gripping my penis and gently squeezing my stiffness
a couple of times. God it tingled. "If only you could shoot boy milk...
I'd milk you like a cow, ju-th like thi-th..." <squeeze.... squeeze...
squeeze> To emphasise her action, she tugged downward as she squeezed. The
sensation was dreamy, but very embarrassing.
"Mmmm...
Ohhhhh..." I sighed, pushing my bottom back at her and the device as it
tingled against my puckered little starfish.
"But inth-tead,
<squeeze... squeeze>, you're my little pony boy... My naughty
<squeeze>, nudie <squeeze>, pony <squeeze>, th-lave boy
<squeeze> ha-ha..." She removed her hand from my penis as she
giggled and let the vibrating dome of the 'massage' device sneak lower down
over the backs of my knees, and legs before moving it all the way back up along
my body to caress my back once more...
"Oohhhhhh...
Mmmmm..." I panted, my body gyrating on all fours as I tried to ride the
sensations. Bzzzzzzzz....
"Make a
th-ound like a pony Phillipa... Neigh like an ex-thited little pony boy having
fun..." Elizabeth teased. Ashamed at the childish noise I made when I
obeyed her and 'neighed' like an excited young horse, I was desperate not to
earn a spanking... Elizabeth, as much as she liked spanking boys in her own
way, the cruelty she was capable of was a very positive deterrent.
"Neeeiiighhhh..."
I sounded, almost a squeal. The other girls watching giggled and put their
hands over their mouths in disbelief. I was doing everything the girls asked...
just because they were girls.
"And pant
like a pony too..." she giggled, never letting the device wander from my
body as it caressed and vibrated wherever she chose to sooth and tease.
"Pfffffffftttt..."
I snorted, letting the air trumpet out from between my lips like a horse... My
face turned crimson as all the girls laughed more loudly.
"What a good
little pony boy you are..." Elizabeth said, a dismissive, superior tone in
her voice that told me clearly she had enjoyed my embarrassment. "We can
play ponie-th again another time... But now it-th Ali-thon'th turn..."
Bzzzzzzzz... the 'massager' left my body as she handed the device to her
prettier twin sister...
"Okay, 'sit'
back up like you were before Phillipa..." Alison instructed, assisting me
back upright and into the desired position. It felt as though she were
impatient.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Alison wasted no time in turning up the dial on the side of the device, making
the sound it made all the more audible and threatening. From the moment she
pressed the vibrating dome right onto my left nipple, it was clear that she was
going to be focussing on my front again...
"MMmmmmmm..."
I gasped as I felt my nipple tingle... then the other as the device was moved
from side to side over my chest... My erection was proud and still fully stiff,
thanks to the powers of the drink, and my pre-teen arousal. Alison was a girl
who had obviously made use of this device before... allowing it to course up
and down my torso, like Caroline had done earlier, circling my navel, kissing
the device onto it, around it and all over my tummy.
There was a lot
less teasing this time... Alison guided the 'toy' over my hips and onto my
inner thighs, working up again hastily to nestle underneath my scrotum.
Bzzzzzz... It was as though my ball sack was being pushed up into my body from
underneath by the vibrating dome under the girl's expert control. My balls
jangled and tingled so badly and it was all I could do to stop myself from
trying to squirm away as Alison giggled at my reaction...
"OOooohhhhhh...
Nooooo! Oh that tickles... Please... not so hard there... Mmmmmm..." I
gasped and whimpered, my hips moving around to escape the inescapable. It was
addictive, but also very sensitive and needed careful sensation management.
"What about
here?" Alison teased, moving the vibrating dome swiftly to radiate along
the modest length of my hairless erection... Briefly, she would tantalisingly
let it rest and vibrate on the top side of my glans... a different sensation to
what Caroline had given me... I was becoming lost in the sensations of sexual
excitement and prospective release...
"MMmmmmmm...
Oh Miss Alison... that feels... ooohhhh..." I sighed as Alison continued
to apply the device to various parts of my boyish sex to learn about me and the
reactions of my body that she could force me to show her. I licked my lips
subconsciously as my mind began to fog. I was hers to play with and I didn't
care... I just wanted to cum...
"You want to
have a nice big boy-cum in your willy, don't you Phillipa?" Alison asked,
her voice more soothing and sultry. Obviously she was teasing me and practicing
her power, putting words in my mouth.
"Mmmmm...
uh-huh... Miss Alison... I want to... <gasp> feel good... a boy-cum...
yes..."
"Then beg me
to let you cum like a little boy in front of all the girls..." she smirked
at me, wanting to make sure I got nothing for 'free.'
"Mmmmmgghgghh...
Ohhh... Miss Alison... please <pant> let me cum... <gasp> Mmmmm,
like a little boy..." I replied obediently. "In f-f-front of
<gasp> the girls..." I knew it wouldn't take long to get me to feel
good with the teasing that was going on and the direct application of the
vibrating dome all over my penis and testicles like Alison was doing.
"Okay... I
told you I would make you feel good if you picked me," Alison said,
leaning down to kiss me on the mouth... As she pressed her mouth to mine and
began to kiss me, she moved the vibrating dome of the 'toy' along the shaft of
my erection... Soon it was resting and vibrating right on the top side of my
glans... I could feel it starting and I moved to break off the kiss... In order
to surrender, I needed to breath...
"Ohhh god...
it's happening," I sighed wearily. Free of the kiss, Alison used the
fingers of her free hand to tickle over the furrowed skin of my scrotum and
rake her nails gently along the underside of my penis... I began to lose it...
"I'm gonna..." Bzzzzzzzz....
"Let it all
out Phillipa... show the girls again what it's like when you have a cum... When
a girl makes your little winky get all tingly... and you can't stop... Do it
Phillipa!" BzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzz...
"Mmmmmgghh...
ohhhhhhhh.... ohhhhh... oh! God! It's..." I panted as my hips began to thrust
and then shake violently beyond my control... "Cumming... Ohhhhh..."
The spasms started to rage through my tiring glans... shooting rays of pure
gold sensation through my loins... my body craving rest. But instead, it was
experiencing a powerful dry-orgasm... I was displaying another orgasm in front
of the girls. Alison turned off the device and she left my body alone to
climax, kneeling up on my cushion... I surrendered to my most basic sexual
needs as an excited, but totally humiliated young boy.
"Boys
<gasp> are weaker... than girls!" I called out breathlessly as the
spasms of my climax began to tail off... the tingling electricity of orgasm had
peaked and I was now cresting over the other side... needing to rest... My
limbs ached... my cock needed a rest... it ached too. "Ohhhhhh... Mmmmm...
Mmmmm..."
As my senses began
to clear and my heart rate return to some semblance of normality, I was aware
of the whispering and giggling going on between the girls in the hut as they
watched me slowly come down from my latest sexual high. Surely they were done
with me for the day. I felt so tired. The stiffness in my sex seemed never
ending. I had succumbed to several powerful dry orgasms... aching limbs and the
continuous energy exerted from almost non-stop blushing at my embarrassing
capitulation to young female domination. In the hangover of my latest orgasm, I
felt like a disgrace to my gender... Still stiff, still tingling and still
fully naked and obeying a room full of girls as I kneeled up on my cushion like
that...
"Mmmmm, you
liked that Phillipa," Alison teased me. "A nice, dry little
boy-cum... I like to see boys have their orgasm... wet or dry... But you, you
look so cute when you have that feeling... so helpless and dreamy... A girl
making you feel all nice and tingly in there to let you briefly forget it's
nothing more than a dumb, wormy little boy penis... sticking out like a... a
little cocktail sausage!" The girls giggled... just when I thought Alison
was being nice to me.
"So what do
you say to Alison and Elizabeth for giving you your treat?" Caroline
grinned, having enjoyed my latest 'show.'
"Th-thank you
Miss Elizabeth," I blushed scarlet as I felt obliged to look into their
eyes. "And thank you Miss Alison, for my treat..." Finally, I found
that my penis was starting to deflate from such a long period of full erection.
It was some mild relief that I was only now semi-hard and becoming more flaccid
all the time.
"You're such
a lucky girl Phillipa," Caroline said brightly. "A junior boy member
getting two treats in one day... It really shows how impressed we are with
you... It's wonderful to have a junior member with us again who so freely obeys
and understands which the superior sex is... While also quickly understanding the
weaknesses and imperfections of his own... I think you're really learning now
that having girls make all the decisions and being in charge doesn't have to be
scary, or anything to be ashamed of. We've proven today that both girls and
boys can get along and have fun... All boys have to do, is obey... and they
will be rewarded..."
To me, it sounded
like treating boys like little puppy dogs. Teaching them to obey and not mess
up the house, and they would be exercised and treated... Was that all there was
to life as a submissive, weakling boy like I now was?
"Okay Phillipa...
cushion to the middle of the floor and get yourself back into 'play time'
position..." Caroline instructed...
"Awwww...
can't I go now?" I complained. "Surely you've had your fun with me
for the day... I really need to rest... I ache, everywhere... I don't want to
be late home for tea... don't you have... GIRL stuff to talk about?"
"Nope... not
yet, the day is still young for us girls... And remember your song Phillipa...
girls playing with your willy, until they let you go home..." the older
girl chided me sarcastically. "Now get to it... it won't take long and
then we'll let you go. You never know, you might like this test..."
"Test?"
I sighed, starting to move my cushion and myself to the indicated position.
"Uh-huh,"
Emma giggled. "Lot's more treats yet, Fly Boy..." Her words made my
ears prick up, along with the hairs on the back of my neck... she winked at me.
Soon, I was lying
on my back on top of the cushion, complete in my 'play time' position again,
naked and exposed and vulnerable to whatever 'test' the girls had planned. My
once again flaccid penis resting lamely over the front of my little scrotum,
wouldn't stay flaccid for very long.
"Okay girls...
like we agreed, hold him still..." Caroline commanded, and in lightning
fashion, there was a girl firmly holding down each one of my limbs to the floor...
I was confused about having to be held down.
"Hey, what's
going on?" I panicked and tried to wriggle free. I didn't like the sound
of this, or the feeling of being held to the floor by the girls. Naked or not,
I wanted to run... "Hey stop it! Let me go!"
Natasha held both
of my ankles firm and still to the floor, stopping me from wriggling free. The
effect of the drink was waning, but my body still ached from it's effects.
Although I briefly tried, I was quite tired and didn't have the energy to
wrestle free from this lot. I doubt I would have been able too even if I was
fresh and full of energy. There were too many of them and I was too vulnerable
anyway in my fully denuded state. I was stiffening again between the legs... It
was humiliating to see and feel it change through it's various erectile states
while girls teased and watched it.
Emma had taken
station at my top end and held both my arms above my head, while Alison retrieved
a skipping rope from the toy chest. With help from Emma, she easily tied my
wrists together...
"Nooo! Stop
it... this isn't fair!" I whined, feeling most concerned about what they
might have in store. Anita fondled my penis and giggled... she was assessing
how erect I was again... "Nngggghhh, stop it! Nooo! Why do you have to tie
me? I don't like it... STOP... stop it!"
But the girls
ignored my protests. Elizabeth was grinning as she handed Natasha another
skipping rope and as my already weakened struggles began to fade, both of them
secured my ankles together... I was still in 'play time' position... but now I
couldn't get out of it until the girls let me go...
Out of everything
I had so far suffered, I never felt so powerless or weak or vulnerable as I
felt then. As defenceless as I was, I realised that the girls had me in a
position that meant they could do absolutely anything to me, and any choice in
the matter I had about doing all the things that had gone before, were now
taken away. The girls were REALLY in charge this time...
"Noooo! Let
me go... PLEASE!"
"Not yet... it's
my turn again now Phillip..." Caroline announced menacingly. "Like I
told you, it's in your song. Girls will be playing with your willy, until they
let you go home... This may feel a little uncomfortable at times... Boys always
feel uncomfortable when we do this to them... This is another test to prove to
you that boys are the weaker sex okay?" And with that, she took hold of
the 'massage' device and pushed the button to turn it on...
BzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ!
She turned it to full power. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... She applied it gently to my
navel right away, making my tummy bulge out and recede as it acclimatised to
the sensation...
"Ohhhh no...
Not again..." I whimpered, "I don't think I can take another one...
not with that... please don't! It hurts and aches all over... I want... Ohhhh.
I want to go home!"
"Shush Phillipa,
and listen... Depending on how you interpret the human biology books in the
village library, and our very own 'Big Book of Boy Secrets...' males and
females have very different levels of sexual excitement and performance... As
we know, girls are naturally superior, and one of the best things about being a
girl is that we can climax as many times as we like... as often as we like...
Boys like you... you know, horny little dry-cummers can also climax lots of
times... but because erections take so much energy from you, boys can't last as
long as girls..."
I started blushing
as Caroline pointed out further inferiorities relating to my masculinity,
particularly where sex and genitals were concerned. That's when being
submissive to girls really felt most humiliating. It was like, I was inferior
just because I had a penis. If I had been born with female genitals, somehow
that would make me a winner, or a super-person. I know now that's not always
how it is, but that's what my boyish mind felt then.
"And when
boys hit puberty, like we discussed yesterday, it's even worse for boys. Once
they start shooting their gunk, that takes even more energy and increases the
time it takes for him to recover and feel horny again. In the mot basic sense
that Mother Nature designed, a boy's sexual arousal is all about firing off
your sticky boy-milk... as quickly as possible. And once boys have climaxed,
they can't go again until they've recovered..."
"Girls
meanwhile can just enjoy climax after climax..." Caroline grinned with a
look of superiority, teasing my navel with the device. "But because you're
still a dry cummer, we're going see how often we can make you have an orgasm in
the time we have left..."
"Or until the
batteries run out!" Suzanne giggled.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Caroline moved the device to press down on one of my nipples. I gasped with
fear as the full power of the vibrating dome was felt there for the first time.
It was intimidating just how powerful the vibrations were at full speed. There
was like a 'stinging' sensation masked by the tingly pleasure that the
vibrations caused.
"Ohhhh god!
Nooo... please Miss Caroline... I can't... Let me go... Stop it!" I
gabbled, feeling the tingles radiating through the little immature teat of my
nipple and the surrounding areola. Caroline just giggled at me.
"The other
good thing about being a girl is how we can have what the book calls a
'multiple orgasm...' What that means is we can have one climax right after
another without having to stop... We can make it happen with a device like
this, just keeping it pressed into the special place that tingles the
most..." Caroline informed me, running the vibrating dome over my tummy
and chest. "And so this test, is to see if we can give you a multiple
orgasm... Even though you're a boy, the book says it's possible for a male to
have a series of orgasms all in a row, but generally its uncomfortable for him
because of how sensitive his little willy gets. A boy cannot keep wanking
himself once his climax has started because it's too sensitive and feels a
little painful. But that doesn't mean girls can't keep wanking you off right
through your orgasm into the next one. Or using a device like this on you...
through orgasm... after orgasm..."
"Noooo!
Don't... I don't want you to... please Miss Caroline... Stop it!" I
whimpered, squirming powerlessly against the skipping ropes secured my wrists
and ankles, along with the girls holding me down to the floor to restrict my
movement. What Caroline said actually sounded quite horrible. My erection was
telling me otherwise though... but it would soon find out.
"Awww
Phillipa, we can't stop now... We can make a nice new entry on your chart if
you get to have a multiple orgasm like a girl... All you have to do is lie
there nice and still and let me do it to you... We're going to see how many
nice boy-cums we can give you, one after the other without a break until we're
done... or until you cry..."
The girls giggled
mercilessly as Caroline wasted no time in skinning back my foreskin and holding
the hairless shaft just below the glans... With the device in her other hand,
she brought it quickly to the top of my glans, the full power of it's
vibrations unleashed on the tip of my cock for the first time. It pressed and
juddered all over the tip, the tiny little pee-hole and top side of my glans.
"ARRRRRGGGGgggggghhhh...."
I called out, the tingling torture beginning to resonate through my loins.
"Noooo! That's too tingly STOP IT! STOP IT!! Please..."
"Watch
girls... it's a little reminder that boys can't take full power like we
can..." Caroline said gleefully, pressing the device into the crown of my
cock... "They're not just empty words Phillipa... boys really are the
weaker sex... you're going to start understanding why, any... minute... now..."
With a girl still holding
me to the floor at my ankles and wrists, my little immature body soon began to
surrender to the call of sexual climax. Caroline kept a firm grip of my penis
with her hand as my climax began to unfold... and she wasn't going to let go,
or let the device leave the top side or underside or extremity of my cock with
the vibrating dome either... I was about to start a very long, powerful lesson
in the sexual weakness of the human male.
"Nnnnngghhh
Nooooo!!! STOP!! Ohhhhh... ohhhhh... Mmmmmm oooohhh god! Noooooo!" I
called out as my body started to judder with another climax enforced on me by the
girls. "Ohhhhh... ohhhh... ohhhh!" my orgasm spasmed as the buzzing
vibrations of the 'toy' prevented the orgasm from receding... "Boys are
<gasp> weaker than girls... ooohhhh... ohhh!" I writhed as best I
could, but Caroline held the device firm, like she did the shaft of my erection
underneath it...
"Good boy for
admitting that..." Caroline smiled at me in my distress. "It won't be
long before you mean it when you say it... and you'll be saying it again REAL
soon..."
That's when things
started to get serious... the tingling and pleasurable sensations of climax
were overcome by 'super-sensitivity' - kind of like 'brain freeze' when you eat
something cold too quickly, but feeling it in your cock. It made the muscles in
my knees and tummy cramp as I panted for air... Caroline's hand never leaving
my cock, and the device still pressed onto my glans in various places, never
leaving me either.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz....
"Nooooooo!
PLEASE STOP! Stop it... I can't..." I whimpered, my face flushing with
strain. "Please, make it stop..."
"No Phillipa,
it's still my turn..." Caroline teased me... The good news for me was that
I had just about been able to ride the cramps in my knees and tummy and the
sensitivity had reached a peak and slightly receded. I could tell I had
strained my muscles and I was convinced that my eyeballs had gone round and
round in my head. There was no way I could stop myself from keeping them
closed.
"Nnnngghh...
Mmmmm... noooo!" I whined. "Stop... please!"
"Now girls, this
is his chance to prove that boys can be as good as girls... But like we've seen
in the Big Book of Boy Secrets, and with other boys, there's more chance of him
crying than ever proving he can do what we can... It's just more proof for him why
girls are better..." Caroline teased, even squeezing the shaft of my
penis.
"Noooo!
Stop... please... I want to go home..." I was calling out randomly, lost
in the fog of abuse that I was suffering. My genitals felt jangled and
desensitised. But I could feel another climax not far away.
"We do this
all the time when we're together Phillipa... we get to use this 'toy...' Well,
we have a couple actually. When it's only girls here, or when full members
borrow one to play with at home, we keep it pressed right on the little bumpy
spot of our fanny... Right on our clitty... and although you have no idea what
all of that looks like... I did show you earlier what it feels like for a girl
and where your boy clitty is... Let's have another go there, right now..."
With that, she moved the vibrating dome, full power remember, right onto the
underside of my glans... jangling the sore and red looking frenulum that
attached my foreskin to my shaft.
"Agggghhhh...
Nooooo! Please stop it..." I whimpered, curling my toes as the buzzing
vibrations stunned me again.
"Girls can
keep this pressed on their clitty for orgasm after orgasm... Okay, I'll be
honest, it's a challenge... but girls can do it... Boys on the other hand...
it's not long before it starts to hurt a boy... and they go all sissy and start
whining like a puppy, or crying like a baby..."
Given how Caroline
was gripping my little erection and where she was pressing the vibrating device
onto my genitals at that point, coupled with the emasculating narration she was
giving, I quickly fell into the trap of another orgasm... I gasped and panted
like a wounded animal as my hips began to tremor and jerk around, making my
bottom squirm around on my cushion. My bondage, and supervision by the girls
still prevented my escape. I had to endure... I couldn't stop it.
"Mmmmmnngghh...
boys are weaker <gasp> Nnnnnnnghhh... than girls..." I quickly cried
out, squealing with the tingling thrilling spasms of another enforced
dry-cum... My mind was clouded by sexual arousal being 'dry-milked' from me by the
girls and their toy. I really did feel like a member of the weaker sex,
powerless to stop girls from humiliating me, and abusing me in that way. It was
bittersweet, the tingly feelings of arousal and climax, mixed with the
super-sensitivity that caused my body pain as the muscles strained to try and
ride it out and find 'normality.' I felt ashamed to be a boy.
"Awww...
you're such a brave boy for helping us to prove it..." Caroline snickered,
accompanied by the ever present camera lens pointing at me, courtesy of
Suzanne, and the other girls giggling and whispering secret comments about me
between themselves.
"Please, make
it stop... I'm begging you... it hurts..." I cried out, my hips still
thrusting up off the cushion subconsciously and my muscles cramping from the
super-sensitivity I felt.
BzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz...
the toy continued, moved all round the first inch or so of my penis by the
gleeful older girl, Caroline The Hutt.
"No Phillipa,
it's still my turn... Emma, take off one of your trainers..." Caroline
giggled. Emma quickly took off her left training shoe and went to pass it to
the older girl... "No Em... you get ready to hold it over his nose and
make him smell inside... Work on his little balls too..."
Emma moved
position and encircled my wrinkly little scrotum with her dainty, girlish
hand... Licking her lips, she began to squeeze my ball bag gently, over and
over...
"A little
extra stimulation for you Phillipa, to give you a helping hand..."
Caroline smirked. She continued to hold the shaft of my erection with one hand
and keep the rubbery dome of the vibrating device placed purposefully on the
top side of my glans. BZZZZZ... BzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzz... "Now, make him
smell your shoe!"
Continuing to
squeeze my sensitive little testicles in my ball bag, Emma positioned the foot
hole of her trainer right over my nose, and waited for me to breath. I had held
my breath for a few seconds to help me ride the vibrations attacking my private
parts and stop myself doing damage to my own body. And then Emma pressed the
foot hole of her shoe right down onto my nose and mouth. I had no choice but to
breath... and breath hard... My body was in turmoil.
"Mmmmmm....
Mmmmm, ohhhhhh god..." I whimpered as I inhaled the sweet, moist and warm
scent of Emma's training shoe... the smell of her natural female perspiration
on the inside of her training shoe. Such a naughty, intimate smell that should
have repulsed me, or terrified me. But instead it excited me... especially with
her gently squeezing my balls at the same time, and with what Caroline was
doing to me. It was sexually thrilling, but so very humiliating at the same
time with what it represented.
'Oh god...' I
thought in surrender... 'what's happening to me... why can't I stop it? Why
does it feel so... ohhhh, so good... why?'
"Good boy,
take a big long sniff... nudie Jedi-boy..." Emma teased me, making it
sound like she was praising me as I continued to breath in the aroma of her
inner shoe.
"But really,
you want Emma's foot don't you?" Caroline sneered. "You'd much rather
have her actual foot rubbing over your lips... all over your nose... or maybe
down there... touching your little ball bag with her toes instead... hmmm?"
With that, I imagined Emma rubbing her bare foot and toes over my private
parts. I couldn't help but be excited by the thought. There were too many
sexually exciting contact points in touch with my body that I couldn't resist.
Emma briefly tickled her fingernails over my little ball sac... then gently returned
to squeezing the immature marbles inside...
"Ohhhh
gosh... Y-yes... please let me smell Emma's foot..." I panted and squirmed
as best I could on the cushion. The other girls giggled at my shameful
admission and my ongoing debasement.
Emma let go of my
scrotum and took the training shoe away from my face. I heard her remove her
sock and time began to slow down for me... Yes, I obediently smelled Emma's
foot when it was rubbed over my face and nose... the warmth of her foot and the
scent of fresh, girlish perspiration excited me... A sensation I have never
forgotten to this day... As Caroline continued her buzzing treatment all over
my little hairless erection, the animal instinct within me kicked in, and I
actually licked Emma's foot without being prompted... I tasted her... Somehow,
I wanted to.
Finally, I felt
her foot pass over my bald, pre-pubescent crotch and touch my scrotum... Her
sole pressed into me, pushing my balls tight to my body, then her toes wriggled
over the furrowed skin encasing the little marbles inside. At that, I lost it
again... another 'little boy's' dry climax... I was panting and writhing as my
hips began their now familiar uncontrollable dance as I was buzzed back to
orgasm by Caroline's toy, her hand, and Emma's foot.
"Ohhh...
oooohhhh... ohhhh! <pant> Ngggghhhh.... boys are weaker than <gasp>
girls... Ohhhh, ohhh... ohhh!" I grizzled through gritted teeth. The
tingly spasms felt a little slower than during previous climaxes that day, as
though my cock really wanted to rest. But I couldn't stop what the girls were
doing to me, they were testing my sexual limits... My glans pulsed and was
angry purple and red, like a painful bruise. The nice feelings of orgasmic
spasm were quickly replaced by the warm, searing achy pain of super-sensitivity
spreading out all through the bulbous tip of my young cock. It was like the tip
of my cock was dying, while my tummy cramped and the muscles in my knees tensed
and ached too.
"Awww, good
boy... so brave of our little stallion boy to admit that... isn't it girls? I
think he deserves a kiss..." And still the vibrating device never left my
cock... I was really starting to tire, and I thought my cock would actually
burst.
"Please stop
it... please... I'm begging you..." I breathed in hopeful desperation. I
was either going to scream or start crying real soon, or even both. I didn't
want any more climaxes after that last one... I didn't want to ever feel a
climax again. But the girls were still not done...
"Oh dear, I
was hoping that the our boy-stallion would put up a much better fight than
this... Alison, lean in and give him a nice, long kiss... Emma, you keep hold
of his balls for now..."
Alison kissed me...
snogged me hard, giggling against me as she did so... I felt so powerless as I
was being subjected to this sexual assault. I was suddenly clumsy at kissing
again, in such an aroused state of distress and I tried to focus on my
technique without gasping from the torrid treatment my private parts were
experiencing... Her young tongue easily suppressed mine and dominated me with
her kiss. Meanwhile, unbeknown to me, Natasha, the only girl wearing a summer
dress had been signalled to remove her knickers... Obviously, because she was
wearing a dress, I would never see anything private of hers unless she purposely
showed me...
"Suzanne...
you take over holding his dick and juggling his nuts now..." Caroline
commanded, Emma's hand replaced by Suzanne's equally eager digits... she
gripped my dick and encircled my balls with her warm hand. Thankfully for me, she
wasn't squeezing anywhere near as hard as I knew she could, and probably wanted
to. "Now Phillipa... I'm so good to you... allowing you to cum all these
times in front of the girls, with barely a snog or a kissed foot in return...
but here's another treat to help you on your way... smell these..."
Caroline held the
crotch of the other girl's knickers right over my nose and over my mouth... she
rubbed and pressed them onto my nose and lips... They were still warm... and
curiously damp... and the smell... oh my god, the smell... Such naughty,
private, intoxicatingly erotic smells... The sweet smell of washing powder on
the thin cotton material... and then a totally new smell... the smell of a
girl's 'thing...' It flooded my nose... I should have been disgusted... but I
wasn't... I wanted more... Whatever pain and humiliation I was feeling right
then... I wanted more of that scent...
It's true, I was
surprised at how much I learned about Natasha... the girl who owned the
knickers from the few moments I was allowed to smell the garment... It became
clear that since they had been clean on, she had been for a wee... or more than
one... I could smell the pungent stale aroma of a girl's pee on her panties...
I was pleased to note that I couldn't sense any other toilet related aromas...
though to this day, I'm not sure that even at that moment, I would have cared
or been too disgusted... I was in a real lost world...
But what intrigued
me the most, was the other smell... where the material was still warm, and damp
feeling on my mouth and nose... I had never smelled it before... kind of like
some sort of spicy, aromatic beef stock cube, or something... It was new to
me... but I knew right away that it was the scent of a girl's private parts...
a girl's... 'vulva...' Oh god, it was so naughty, humiliating and erotic... I
tried to turn away, but Caroline just held them in place... I couldn't escape
the smell... and although my body and bruised penis needed to rest, deep down,
I was slowly realising that I didn't want to escape... I just wanted to rest...
"You like
that stallion boy huh? The smell of a girl?" Caroline teased. And I lost
it again, with the panties covering my face while I gasped and panted and
surrendered to another climax... BzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz...
"Ohhhh,
ohhh.. ohhhh... ST-op.... stop... please... Ohhh, ohhhh... <gasp> Boys
are weaker than girls <pant>..." I grizzled again through the
material covering my mouth and nose. The tingly spasms were fewer and slower
than ever before... my angry looking penis eager for a rest, like a thirsty
animal in a desert needing to find water. giving up my latest dry-cum... The
nice feeling disappeared quicker too this time, the burning pain radiating
through my cock more thoroughly and my cramps returning to my tummy and knees.
"AAAahhhhhh... please stop..."
But the vibrating
dome under Caroline's control was still tormenting my cock, hammering my abused
and angry young glans... I was trying so hard to bend my body to curl into a
protective ball and try to escape the inescapable... But the girls easily had
me immobilised by the skipping ropes and holding my tired and tied limbs firmly
down to the floor... Crucially, the 'toy' was still firmly 'attached' to my
unrelenting little erection.
"Awww, well
done slave boy... it gets easier to accept and understand every time you say
it... hmmmm?" The older girl finally removed the material of Natasha's
panties from my face and handed them back to the older girl...
'Ohhh god... I'm
gonna cry soon... I don't want to cry... but I'm gonna cry... please make them
stop... The girls are going to win... I wish I was a girl... I don't want a
cock... it hurts... it hurts... I want a vulva... girls are best... girls
rule... I hate having a willy... It's bad to be a boy...'
"Oh please...
Miss Caroline... please, I can't take any more... please make it stop..."
I whined as my bottom squirmed on my cushion again, my face flushed with strain
and humiliation at the never ending series of orgasms being inflicted on me...
"I'll do anything... I admit it, girls are better than boys...
<gasp> Nnnnggghhh... we're weaker than girls... I know it now... Ohhhh
god... Please stop! Please just make it stop..." I was getting desperate
now. I was very close to tears and proving to all the girls and to myself that Caroline
was correct about boys, and how sexually weak we were...
"Awww, we're
girls Phillipa, and we know all that..." Caroline teased, buzzing my cock
with her 'toy,' relentlessly. "And you look so sweet when you admit the
truth to yourself like that..." BzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz...
Natasha suddenly
knelt down next to me and placed her hand near my face... close to my nose...
Enough to enable me to smell it... Then she ran her finger over my pursed
lips... her fingertip was kind of slippery... damp... and it smelled like the
panties that Caroline had rubbed over my face.
"Open your
mouth Phillipa, and taste her finger..." Caroline instructed...
BzzzzzZZZZ... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Despite my total
inexperience in the secrets of a girl' private anatomy, I knew what the taste
was as soon as I parted my lips and let her push her finger into my mouth... Somehow
I knew, and I sighed with obvious excitement despite the pain and aches I was
feeling through my body... especially my young, boyish genitals.
"That finger
has been touching her bare naked girl thing... her vulva Phillipa... Her
cunt... Keep sucking... like it's a tasty little cock! What a lucky boy you are
to taste that hmmm?" I was shocked at Caroline's language... I had never
heard the word 'cunt' before. Although I had never seen one, I certainly knew
what one was now... and that awful name for it. Hell, at eleven years of age,
the word 'pussy' made me blush when I heard other boys talking about girl in
the playground at school. Most of the time, a girl's privates were called her
'fanny' or just simply, a 'girl thing.'
"It went
right up inside my hole while I stared at your dumb little weakling willy being
treated by the 'massager...'" Natasha giggled. I sucked hard and
obediently on her finger, aware of the forbidden taste coating it... the
slippery, sweet-salty, beefy taste. Her private secret flavour... addictive...
just like the scent was.
"Agghhnnnnngghhh..."
I whimpered as I struggled to push her finger out of my mouth... BZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZ...
I was cumming yet again... Barely any pleasing tingles to the spasms in my cock
this time... Just a burning pain radiating from my tip... my mushroom shaped
glans, angry and bruised looking... Beaten into submission. "Boys are weaker..."
I panted, then I finally broke out into tears... my resolve broken by seven
giggling and excited fully clothed, superior girls... "Boys <sob> are
weaker... <sniff> mummy help me... <sob> Boys are weaker than
girls..."
I had reached rock
bottom. As tears coursed down my crimson cheeks, and my pleas for it all to
stop, the vibration suddenly ceased... I cried harder still... I was humiliated
beyond belief, and it actually felt like I wanted to pee, such was the relief
at the feeling of the device being removed from contact with my cock. All I
could hear around me was a cacophony of girlish whispers and victorious
giggling...
"Mummy won't
help you..." Emma said softly... her voice distant and almost a whisper
that I didn't catch... A Force whisper?
"So Phillipa..."
Caroline said, putting the device down next to her 'throne.' Oh stop snivelling
like a sissy... It can't have been that bad... look how many times you got to
feel good in your willy hmmmm?"
"But
<sob> I begged you to stop! <sniff> Ohhhh, why d-didn't you stop?
It hurts... it hurts..." I whimpered tearfully.
"Where does
it hurt?"
"My willy
<sniff> It hurts in my wi-willy... I told you to s-stop... Ohhhhh
<sob>... Pl-ease... let me g-go! <sniff>" My erection
retreated to flaccidity in mere moments, so desperate it was to rest. The tip
and the foreskin were red raw, and bruised looking from the assault.
"But didn't
it make you feel good too? Your willy was rock hard throughout... you did like
it... we all saw it... you liked it didn't you!?"
"Y-yes
<sniff>, but it hurts..." I replied, my tears slowly coming back
under my control, ashamed to have been crying so hard and making a complete
show of myself. I felt it was all my fault and that I had let myself down.
"There you go
then Phillipa... nothing to cry about is there? You got to feel good in your
willy lots and lots of times... But you've now seen the results here with your
very own eyes, and felt it inside your willy too just what happens to a boy if
he tries to have a multiple orgasm like a girl... Boys just can't do it... and
that proves again just how much better girls are..."
"But...
<sniff>"
"Girls are
just designed better," Caroline interrupted me before I could question
her. The other girls began to untie the skipping ropes and finally set me free.
"You have nothing to be ashamed about here... even though you're a boy in
a club that's normally for girls only... One sex has to be smarter, stronger
and superior to the other... and that's girls... One sex has to do as the other
says, and that's boys... It's all natural as we are proving to you and we have
proven to lots of other boys too."
Finally released
from my painful experience, I stood up groggily, my legs aching, my arms aching
more than the previous day. My lame looking, bruised and battered boy genitals
hung limply from the front of my groin... it must have looked pitiful and weak.
The girls had
started updating my charts with all the details of today's 'performance.' I
blushed as girls were filling in details about how many orgasms I had, how many
gifted to me by girls, and how many I had been made to give myself. Details
about my inspection too... I realised, in the hangover of my prolonged sexual
excitement and my ordeal, just how embarrassing it was to be a boy member of
the Langton Magna Girls' Club.
'I'm never coming
back here...' I thought, recoiling from my aches and pains and my embarrassment
at everything, EVER, that the girls had done to me. They had made me hate
myself for being born a boy... made me jealous of them, just for being girls...
and how much better it seemed to be if you were a girl. But I was trapped by
birth into being a boy... my destiny to be dominated by females... girls... I
was born onto the losing side... and yet I had once felt so good about being a
boy... I was proud. But not now. I was beaten now. 'I can't come back here...
and I'm never having an orgasm again, EVER... it hurts...'
"Can I get
dressed and go home now Miss Caroline?" I asked quietly, deciding to play
along as best I could until I could get out of there.
"You may...
But be sure to practice your boy code, and your new song when you get home...
We expect you to perform that song whenever we ask you... and perform a cute
little dance too... understood?"
"Yes Miss
Caroline," I replied, reaching down to start putting my clothes on. I
picked up my black brief underpants first...
"I'll take
those, weedy boy!" Suzanne sneered, snatching my briefs from me.
"You're going home in your new panties today..."
"Wh-at?"
I gasped in shock.
"Yep, you're
a panty boy now Phillipa..." Caroline said.
"But I can't!"
I protested. "What if my mum finds them... she'll know!"
"That's your
problem to sort out... panty boy," Suzanne teased smugly.
"Yes
Phillipa," Caroline agreed. "You're a boy... and everyone knows that
boys have a secret hiding place for secret things in their bedroom... you'll
find one I'm sure. And I can take your shorts too... you know I can take them
from you... so will you put the panties on or are you going home in just your
t-shirt? Hmmm?"
"Ohhh god...
okay, okay," I relented with resignation. "I'll wear the panties,
Miss Caroline." With reluctance, I put on the pale blue, lace frilled
panties. The delicate, feminine feeling of the material rising up my thighs and
snugly into place covering my flaccid crotch was different this time. I was all
out of sexual arousal at the time, but it still felt embarrassing and
naughty... a boy wearing a girl's underpants. Although I wasn't erect, I was
aware (as were the girls) of the tell-tale bulge that even a flaccid willy
makes inside such confining garments.
Soon, the rest of
my clothes were in place too, and I stood, facing Caroline dumbly, waiting to
be dismissed from the Club hut for the day.
"C-can I take
my stuff home now, Miss Caroline?" I asked weakly.
"Everything,
but your favourite..." she beamed victoriously, happy to see me still
desperate to have my Millennium Falcon ship back. "You got trounced by the
girls again, so better luck next time..."
"Seven...
nil, Phillipa!" Suzanne laughed cruelly. I shot her a stare that left her
in no doubt that I wanted to get even with her in the most eager way, but she
kind of knew I wouldn't actually hit her. So she taunted me by raising her
eyebrows at me.
"Go on now
Phillipa... you may go," Caroline concluded. "We'll see you
tomorrow... eleven thirty..."
And so I bent
down, to collect the stuff I was allowed to take home. I lifted the X-Wing
fighter off the floor and was about to stand up.
"No, no
Phillipa..." Suzanne began with a giggle. "Do the noises and the
music, so Alison and Elizabeth can see what you do with your boys' toy!"
Yes folks... even
when it was time to go home, the girls found a way to worsen my spirit and
shame me for one last time. I wanted to protest so badly, but I was desperate
to get home. So I lowered the space ship back to the floor, and began to
'perform' my X-Wing fighter noises and took off... probably looking like a real
prized prat. I even hummed Leia's theme tune... I scurried out of the hut,
blushing crimson at the show I was putting on, and heard the fading giggling
and cat-calls from the girls I left behind me.
At last, I was
free... for now. I stopped humming when I got a few yards away from the hut,
but carried on with the space ship noises as I made my way quickly home.
When I finally got
home, mum was not back from work and I was able to make it safely to the
sanctity of my bedroom without any questioning or risk of 'panty discovery.' I
lazily lowered the space ship onto the floor, and began to remove my clothes...
I knew I was wearing panties and it made me feel naughty... doing nothing but
remind me of the ordeal I had suffered.
My clothes were
discarded in normal, boyish discord, unlike the neat pile I had made in the
Club hut. I guess that was because I was eager to strip off and rid myself of
the panties. In the hut, my striptease was deliberately slow to keep me covered
for the longest possible time!
When I lowered the
panties with gusto, I hastily hid them under the bed, feeling my face flush
with shame. I couldn't stomach playing with my Star Wars toys, or humiliating
the male action figures with female dominant role play. As much as I enjoyed
playing games with my toys, I hated what had happened and I couldn't face further
humiliation at that point.
Instead, I found
myself climbing onto my bed and curling into a ball... I cried again and I
heard the girls teasing me and giggling at me in my mind. Looking back on my
feelings, I can honestly say that I felt kind of violated... ashamed and
humiliated. It all felt as though it was my fault... for giving in so easily
and for even being male. I was also conscious that my penis felt sore... I
stretched myself out and inspected myself a little. The tip of my cock was red
and angry looking and sensitive to touch, kind of painful. I never wanted to
climax again.
I curled back up
into my ball and continued to cry. Now my thoughts returned to the shameful
song and dance I had been forced to perform... the spank of the ruler on my
penis... the ever humiliating inspection of my body... the reading of the code.
All of it. My mind argued with itself, pondering whether the song I would now
have to sing would be more shameful if I was wearing the panties I had been
given, or just fully naked. It went round and round in my mind. Although I
didn't want to, I was imagining the dance moves I had started to put together,
and even new moves I could do. I just couldn't get it out of my mind.
It wasn't long
before I began to feel my penis begin to stiffen, and I was back into sexual
arousal and erection territory. But it was so sore... I had felt the pain of
repeat enforced orgasm and I didn't want to touch myself at all... I couldn't
bare to. The girls had 'broken' me.
'I hate girls...' I
cried inside.
Not long after, I
heard my mum come home and so I quickly got back into my shorts and t-shirt.
Although she called out to me, I stayed in my bedroom, feeling totally ashamed.
She knocked on my door and entered... I hoped she couldn't tell that I had been
crying.
"Hi
Phillip... are you okay? It looks like you've been crying..." she asked
quickly, giving no real time to think.
"Sh-sure
mum... I... errm... I was just thinking about dad..." I lied, looking down
at my bare feet.
"Oh okay... is
there anything nice you would like for dinner?"
"I'm not
really hungry mum... I errm... I don't really feel all that well..."
"Let me see
if you're coming down with a fever or something," and with that, she was
over to the bed and brushing her hand over my forehead, assessing my
temperature. "Well you don't seem to have a temperature... Is this really
about your dad, or is it the girls again Phillip?" she pressed me.
"Have they been mean to you?"
"No mum,
honest... I like... errm, I like the girls... But I just feel a bit, sick in my
stomach. And I do miss dad... It's no fun being the only boy round
here..."
"I know
honey..." she said, resting her hand on my shoulder. "Well, you'll
see your friends again at school, and if you play nicely with the girls, I'm
telling you, you'll have lots of fun..."
My mind spun in
horror... If only my mum knew.
"Well, I'll
leave some soup in the pan for you if you're feeling better later," mum
soothed. "And remember the new rule we made yesterday... tell me something
good that happened on your adventure today... hmmmm?"
Oh god... what
could I possibly tell my mum from that day? I was quiet for a few moments while
I thought, and felt my mum's hand rubbing my shoulder affectionately.
"Oh... I
know... errrm... I got to practice a song from the Sunday School choir today
with the girls..." I blushed, closing my eyes and recalling the horror
when I first saw the words.
"Oh that's
good... I'm glad you are getting on with the girls here and I know how much you
like to sing... It's perfect here isn't it Phillip?"
"I errrm... I
guess..."
"Good... and
I know Miss Bingley will be pleased that you're all getting in some practice
for the show."
Soon, my interview
with my mum ended, and I was left to myself in my bedroom. I didn't fancy soup
and so I maintained my false illness. If nothing else, it would give me an
excuse to skip a day at the Langton Magna Girls' Club... I was determined not
to ever go back there... but there was a voice in my head calling me a
'chicken' and a 'pussy.' It was a girl's voice... It was telling me to go and
take my bath...
And that's what I
did, I went and had a long, hot, bubbly bath... soothing my sore private parts
and getting myself feeling all clean again in all the places the girls were
bound to check. Just in case I did decide to go back... Once dry, I was into my
pyjamas and then into bed.
Before I went to
sleep, I could only think of what had happened in the hut. But I tried to
maintain focus on Emma... I wanted to dream of Emma.
--
Phillip White will return in Chapter 4 - History
Class...
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