Seduced into Submission Ch. 02

When I got to my car, I sat for a few minutes to process what had just happened. My cock was still hard, even after I removed the strap, and it was difficult to fit back into my underwear and jeans. Once in my bedroom, I had more time to reflect on the events of the evening, and even though I had already come twice, my cock remained tumescent throughout my ruminations. Just as I was thinking about going to sleep my phone rang. It was Nikki, checking up on me, and my state of mind. She said she was very impressed with my ability to follow instructions, and was glad she took the chance on me.

"Very few of the men I start this process with make it as far as you, so you are to be congratulated. I know today was very difficult, but it looked like your two orgasms were good reward. As I said, we don't want to deny you pleasure, we just want to control when you can experience it. I'll give you more details when we have dinner tomorrow - and what other things await if you decide to continue."

It wasn't phrased as a request as she gave me the details of where we would meet the next day, along with a reminder that I was not to masturbate without her/their permission.

At the restaurant, she was as alluring as ever, wearing a light low cut summer dress that produced the usual response from me. If she was wearing a bra it was half cut, as her breasts jiggled before my eyes. Her long legs were bare down to the calf-length leather lace-up strappy sandals. I wasn't sure if Nikki always dressed in this way, or if it was only for my benefit, but every eye (male and female) followed her as she entered, her brunette curls cascading down to her shoulders.

Casually reaching over to touch my arm she sat down, pecking me on the cheek, as she subtly pulled the hem of her dress up to the top of her legs, making sure I saw. Her perfume overwhelmed my senses, not with its strength but what it conjured up in the depths of my being about the previous day. After ordering drinks we had a "normal" conversation where she asked me about my living arrangements, studies, interests, etc.. Following this, Nikki then proceeded to give the background she'd promised

"The house we live in is part of the estate of an alum, who bought it 20 years ago with the express aim of setting up a particular kind of female community, one based on women's sexual satisfaction and sexual power. After a careful recruitment process, every year one new person - normally a freshman, but not always - is recruited to join us. Emily was this year's consensus choice. The idea of our community is to get women to recognize their sexual power at a young age, so that they can live a long life of real pleasure with that knowledge. It takes some women quite a while, sometimes decades, before they realize how much sexual power they actually possessed, especially when they were younger. Although we are certainly a feminist-center community, we love men, we find them attractive, and see men as our long-time partners. In fact, one of our preconditions is heterosexuality, or at least bi-sexuality."

"Our house is one of four at colleges in the northwest and we all cooperate and participate in each other's programs. If you decide to carry on, you'll see how, but for now that's all you need to know."

Then switching gears, she reached across the table and touching my arm, asked me if I had any questions regarding what I had been given at the conclusion of the events the day before. Realizing she was talking about the dildo, I suddenly became very embarrassed and shook my head. Nikki continued, unperturbed.

"If you decide to carry on, you need to come prepared, because the ones we'll be using on you will be at least that size, so you want to be ready. The one I provided to you has a suction cup, so I suggest you mount it on a wall, or the leg of a table, get on your hands and knees and back yourself into it. Make sure everything is very lubricated."

Her wicked smile (there is no other way to describe it) and the matter-of-fact way she was discussing something I had never contemplated before made me shiver with embarrassment, I felt sure that the people around us would be able to see my reaction. I nodded dumbly, hoping she would change the subject. Talking in a public restaurant about being fucked in the ass by a woman was not high on my list of comfortable topics.

"I'll call you in three days to get your answer as whether you want to continue with our process, so you had better start figuring out what you are prepared to do if you want to see me, and the girls, again."

Saying that she got up from the table, pecked me on the cheek and walked away, her hips sashaying subtly. My cock got even harder!

Over the next two days I did what Nikki suggested - mounted the dildo on a wide table leg and found a way to take it in my ass. It wasn't pleasant to start with, but was not uncomfortable the more I got used to it. Every time I imagined what it would feel like if the dildo was being operated by one of the girls, a surge of pleasure/anxiety/anticipation/dread went through me.

On the second day, I had a class with Jazz, and although she didn't say anything during it, her constant smirk kept me on edge. As the students were leaving, she came up to me and casually remarked,

"Thanks, your ideas were very ... penetrating ... today. I'm looking forward to strapping them on and taking them for an intellectual ride this weekend."

I was left sputtering as she walked away, hips swinging.

Nikki called me on the next day and simply asked,

"What's you answer - yes or no?"

Understanding that she was not initiating a discussion, I answered as calmly as I could (although shaking inside),

"Yes."

"Good. We expect you to be fully ready for this next stage. A hydro-colonic appointment has been made for you tomorrow at 4pm. I will send you the address as a text. Go home after the session, and we'll call you with further instructions."

Then she was gone, and I heard a text come in.

I'd had a colonic before, so I knew what to expect, and the appointment was with an older woman who made me feel totally relaxed and comfortable. When I arrived back at my house, I started to think about what was in store for me. I can't say that I was looking forward to it (in fact it terrified me somewhat) but I also trusted Nikki to make it as exciting and arousing as our previous encounters.

At 8pm the phone rang. It was not Nikki, but Olivia. The only time I had interacted with her was when I was over her knee, so I didn't know quite how to react. As she started to give me instructions, I began to feel even more humiliated. There was a level of comfort with Nikki by now, but this was recreating the initial tension I had with Olivia.

"At 10 o'clock tonight you are to be standing in your living room, your back towards the unlocked front door, hands behind your back, naked and erect, wearing the leather strap."

With those instructions, she abruptly ended the call.

I was confused now. I had been expecting to be summoned to their house. I had not anticipated that it would start at my own place.

I now understood that what I thought was a casual conversation with Nikki about my housing was actually information gathering on her part. This semester I was house sitting for a faculty member who was on leave. It was a small modest place, but derived its value from being the last house on a dead-end street, with the other houses close by occupied by elderly people who were asleep by 9pm most days. In fact I had only ever seen them during the day, so to all extents it was, in the evenings at least, like being on a private street. I wondered how this fact, which I had mentioned to Nikki, would be used.

At 9.50 I started to follow the instructions, stripped off my clothes, wrapped the leather strap around my erection and balls - I had been hard for the previous 30 minutes in anticipation of what was to come - and stood with my hands behind me, facing away from the unlocked front door. Again I wondered about the speed of my descent into a situation I had never even imagined a short while ago.

At precisely 10pm I heard footsteps outside, the door opening and a perfumed presence behind me.

"Well hello 'professor'. I'm so glad to see that you follow instructions as well as you give them in class."

It was Jazz and not Nikki!

Moving past me, I felt her hand stroke my naked ass. She stood with her arms crossed in front. I'm not sure why, but my cock responded with a twitch as her eyes took me in. She noticed and sarcastically remarked,

"I'm glad you're pleased to see me."

She was wearing a short floral-patterned blue summer dress with a two-inch brown woven belt. A subtle gold necklace hung down just above her pert breasts. A pair of sandals donned her feet. Her outfit was nothing suggestive, but worked perfectly with her orange hair and alabaster skin. I found the understated combination exhilarating, especially given what I thought lay ahead for the night.

She was carrying the now familiar chain leash, and getting on her knees she fastened it to the clip on the strap. As her hands touched my cock, I groaned in longing.

Saying, "enough of that," she stood by grabbing my cock as a support, bent it down between my legs and then released it. The loud slap as my cock hit my stomach did nothing to make it any softer.

Giggling at the sound, and keeping the leash taut, Jazz took a seat in front of me. She carefully crossed her legs, briefly revealing matching blue panties. Leaning forward with the arm holding the leash on her knee, and leg swinging casually, she started talking.

"Mostly you know Nikki's story, and as you're going to interact with the rest of us, you should know our stories as well. When I came to college, I never dreamt I would be involved in something like this. My sexual experience in high school was pretty vanilla - a little fumbled sex with boys, a little making out with girls, lots of drinking. It was only when Nikki invited me to a party my first semester that things changed. It was at a private house with five girls from our college having been invited (we were driven there in a car together). At the party, we were presented with lots of scenes of a naked man our age being controlled by girls who looked just like me. Nikki was watching our reactions very carefully, and the next day she asked whether I was interested in living in a house with women who used men in that way. I guess she read me very easily as I'd never seen anything so arousing. I was hooked."

"That's the way we select who to invite in - we have a party at a house not connected to any school, two groups of five women from a couple of different colleges are invited, and the men are 'provided' by a house from a third college. So no-one can identify the guys. We can't have a party with the girls and men from the same college. Our little enterprise is totally dependent upon secrecy, especially for the men involved. Can you imagine if you were the star performer at a party with students from here? Our project would be over. This way, at the very least, some girls have been to an interesting party. Once we invite members in, they are sworn to secrecy, which is why no one at this college knows anything about us, or the guys we choose. Pretty ingenious, eh?"

"So that's where you come in. We are going to a screening party and you are the entertainment! We don't want any hesitation from you tonight about any instructions you'll be given, so I need your explicit agreement that you'll comply. If you don't want to do this, then everything stops here, no Nikki, no me, no nothing. It's up to you, but I need to know now, so if it's necessary, we can get one of our other guys who's on standby."

As she looked at me, I nodded my head.

"I need you to say it."

The words caught in my mouth but somehow I got them out.

"Yes, I will do whatever I am told."

Pleased with my answer, she got to her feet, handed me the end of the leash and went to the door.

"Good. But words are easy. You need to back them up with deeds. I'll be waiting by the car outside. If you mean what you say, you will walk out there just as you are and offer me the leash."

The front door was left open as she departed. I saw her walk to the parked car and lean on the side, arms crossed under her breasts, legs crossed at the ankles, head crooked, looking at me questioningly, expectantly.

This was a key moment. There was no Nikki close by, just me naked with an erection, leashed. Momentarily I considered closing the door and going back, as much as I could, to my pre-Nikki life. But I knew if I didn't do this, I would regret it forever - that Nikki and the world she offered would be a lost opportunity. It did not stop my legs from shaking as I turned out the light, closed the door behind me and took a giant psychological step out into the street. This was not like being at their house, which was still private. This was on a public road, where anyone could potentially see me!

The street, as usual at this time was quiet and poorly illuminated, the closest street lamp a fair bit away. A half-moon provided most of the light, but that did not stop my heart from beating so hard and loud I thought it would burst from my chest. I moved to a smiling Jazz and offered her the leash. She took it, opened the back door of what I now realized was a limousine, patted me on the bottom, and handed the chain to someone inside. I was pulled me in by Emily, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans! Giggling she said,

"Goody, I am so glad you chose to be here. I won the draw to demonstrate how you properly fuck a man in the ass, and I always enjoy being the teacher for this particular session!"

Emily, like Jazz, was quite playful in her manner, but there also a mischievous edge to her comments. Looking at her you would never have guessed what she was capable of. If she had been in my class, she wouldn't have stood out, physically, like Jazz. She was cute but like many other girls her age at the college. She was really young, still a freshman, and I wondered how she came to this kind of consciousness so quickly.

The limo had two long seats facing each other and Emily pulled me next to her. Jazz moved to sit opposite and as the leash was handed to her, the car started moving. Leaning into me, Emily took my cock in her right hand and started to softly caress it, very gently jerking me, occasionally fondling my balls. With her face right by mine, she started telling me her story, almost whispering, seductively.

"You must be wondering what kind of girls we are to maneuver you into this. Actually we're very ordinary, but we've been given a chance to express parts of ourselves that normally remain submerged. As a teenager I was the girl-next-door, almost indistinguishable from others. The only thing that set me apart was my love of sex. I started masturbating when I was young, and when I discovered vibrators and dildos, god, I was in heaven. So boys weren't that important to me. Sure I did the usual thing, making out at parties, blow-jobs in the backs of cars, but it wasn't central to how I thought about myself. Especially when I realized that most boys were only interested in their own pleasure. I remember when I gave my first blow-job, I expected him to return the favor, but he was out of the door before I could get my panties off."

"From that moment on, I vowed two things - that I was going to learn to give the best blow-job imaginable, and once the guy was hooked, he would only get it after he went down on me. I quickly learnt how easy it was to control boys sexually, kind of like what Nikki did with you! The power to make someone follow your commands was, is, a real turn-on. When word got around about how good I was, I pretty much had access to any guy's mouth and lips. And I made good use of it, believe me."

"So when I got to college, I thought I'd carry on in the same vein, until I was invited to this party last year, and saw how much more was possible than just having a guy go down on me. I knew I'd only just scratched the surface so when Nikki followed up, my enthusiasm was obvious."

"Although all of us are aroused by control, we'll also be using you for our own sexual needs. That's one of the things I love about the house, I have access to a man almost any time I want, to do precisely what I need. I think all of us are different in that way. Nikki really seems to get off on the psychological control and seeing what humiliating things men are willing to do to be for her. I'm not sure you'll ever get to do much more than jerk off for her amusement. And I think Olivia can't get that many men to bend over her knee, so I imagine you might be spending a lot of time there. Jazz, what do use our boys for?"

Smiling, Jazz gave a little tug on the chain and spread her legs to give me another brief glimpse of her panties.

"Well, I can get anyone to fuck me - it's amazing how easy it is for a girl to get laid - but it's much harder to get men to do other things. I really like to have my ass played with. Not just a little kiss or nibble but prolonged worship. That's mostly what you'll do with me. What about you, Em?"

Shifting her attention to just the head of my cock, Emily continued her soft caress as she answered.

"Well, like Jazz said, you can get fucked any time. But that doesn't really do it for me (my rabbit is much more effective). As well as having a guy between my legs, I also love having my tits sucked and fondled while I touch myself. You are going to become very familiar with my nipples and clit. I don't know why, but I also love the idea of a man coming on my tits, and then cleaning up with his tongue."

The entire time she was talking, her hand never left my cock, keeping it rock solid without ever really doing anything to get me closer to a climax. Once in a while I'd also feel a little tug on my balls from Jazz, who I was looking at the entire time that Emily was talking to me, a sly smile never leaving her mouth. As the car slowed up, Emily fondled my balls gently, saying,

"These feel very full so I know you followed our instructions and haven't jerked-off..."

Then giggling,

"... since I squirted your cum all over your face."

My cock twitched involuntarily at the thought. I also came to the realization that intelligence must be an important part of the screening process, as Nikki, Emily and Jazz were really smart in how they spoke about sex, control and their own desires. I didn't know many women, especially this young, who could speak with that level of sophistication. From my class it was obvious that Jazz was book-smart, but it was more than that. It wasn't just that they spoke in clever ways - they talked as though they knew deeply. This was what emotional intelligence must be!

As I was thinking these things the car slowed up and came to halt. (We must have been driving for about half an hour.) I heard the driver come to the side to open the door. Jazz got out first and pulled me after her. Holding the door open was a very pretty woman in her late-twenties (my age) dressed in a chauffeur's uniform with a cap. She was tall with short blond hair under the headwear. Jazz introduced her.

"This is Syd, she provides the guest transportation for all the house parties."

She extended her hand, but as I went to shake it, she instead grabbed my cock in a greeting, not letting go.

"Syd is an honorary guest at all the houses (and parties), and gets to participate whenever she wants, so you might well see her in the future."

Smiling, her hand squeezed me gently, before letting go.

Before I could make sense of what had just happened, Nikki came out to the driveway of the house we had pulled up to. I was so getting used to this by now, and I guess trusting of the women, that I forgot for a moment that I was standing in the open air, stark naked. There were nothing but bushes surrounding us and as no other house was visible, I realized we must be out in the country somewhere.
Nikki greeted me with kiss to the cheek and a squeeze of my cock (did no-one ever shake hands?), took the leash from Jazz and started to lead me towards the house. She was wearing sexy tight light-blue jeans with a white blouse and I was, as usual, mesmerized by her swaying ass. Getting to the front door, she stopped and gave me instructions.

"OK, I am sure that Emily and Jazz have told you about this event. Your job today is to follow any instruction you are given, without question. Is that clear? And no ejaculations without permission."

I nodded, even as my legs shook with fear/anticipation. Nikki pulled me into the house with Syd, Emily and Jazz bringing up the rear.

The place was large, very elegant, and empty of any people! I realized we were going out to the back yard. As we left the building I saw a large lawn with chairs and a small stage. A group of young women were standing by the seats, and as I emerged all eyes turned to me. I was so disoriented by the situation that I didn't look at them individually but as a group. I realized that this wasn't like the slow build-up at the house where, before they all gathered as a group in the kitchen, I had essentially been introduced to each girl individually. Here, it was just a large group of anonymous women immediately! I guess I was expecting something more raucous when it had been described to me, but it went eerily silent as Nikki led the way to the stage. Unclipping the leash, I was told to stand at the front edge of the one-foot high stage, hands behind me, as Nikki spoke.

"Ladies, as promised, the entertainment is here. You'll see that he is ready for our amusement. We are a small enough group, that I think you can all come up and introduce yourselves to him. First names only. Emily, Jazz, why don't you lead the way to show the girls what we mean."

At that Emily walked up to me, looked up, and shook my cock hello in her small hand.

"Hi, I'm Emily," she said, almost sarcastically.

Jazz did the same, as Nikki invited everyone to follow suit. One by one, young women (girls, really) I had never met came up to the stage, looked me in the eye and shook my cock, some giving it a stroke up and down. The names were a blur and all I remembered were their largely smirking smiles. They ranged from the absolutely beautiful to cute girls-next-door, and it went through my mind that among other things, they were chosen based on their looks. Their dress ranged from summer frocks, to jeans to shorts. By the time the fourteenth one had finished (ten invitees plus the four from the other houses) my cock was twitching and I feared I was going to ejaculate.

As they all took their seats, I had a chance to look at them individually. A few obviously stood out, especially a tall blonde with shoulder length hair wearing a tight black sweater, black jeans that clung to her like a second skin and over-the-knee brown boots with three inch heels that accentuated her height even more. She was voluptuous and tight at the same time.

But my eyes darted to all the women taking in my humiliation. I noticed four of the women standing around the edges and I presumed they must be from the other houses, evaluating the potential new members.

As the introductions concluded, Nikki went and sat in a straight-backed chair turned sideways to the front and indicated that I should stand in front of her, on an X about 5 feet away. Addressing the audience, she told them that I was there, not as a submissive, but as someone who chose to go through this to remain connected to her. Then turning to me she told me to start masturbating but not to come close to orgasm. My hand obediently went to my cock and I started stroking.

My reaction was interesting. I had masturbated for partners before, but it was in the context of something very consensual and sharing and was not at all embarrassing. The public, one-sided nature of this made it very different.

After a couple of minutes or so, she asked if anyone else wanted to take her place. The blonde's hand shot straight up and Nikki invited her up to the stage. Taking a seat and crossing her long legs, one boot swinging mesmerizingly before me, she continued smiling, staring. Her gaze melted me, as did her instruction that I "Jerk off looking into my eyes."

Her gaze never left my own eyes, and in a sense, the intensity of the experience, and the embarrassment and humiliation, was even greater than if she'd been staring at my cock.

After a couple of minutes of this largely psychic torture, Nikki asked if anyone else wanted to try, and more hands went up. A small red head was chosen to come up. She was wearing a blouse, shorts, sandals and sat leaning forward, with her hands holding the seat of the chair. She was more wide-eyed, less confident, not quite believing her good fortune., but it was no less humiliating. My cock remained hard as I played with myself in front of her.

Nikki was obviously acting as the mistress of ceremonies and as she called a halt, the red head went back to the audience and the chair was moved so it was now in the middle of the stage, facing the front. Jazz quickly occupied it and indicated for me to come and stand to her right side. Taking my cock in her left hand she pulled me across her lap. My head went down, my arms on the ground in front, my cock resting across her bare thighs, as her dress rode up. I didn't expect this. I thought from the way that Emily had been talking in the car, that it would be her that would have the predominant role in whatever took place. The fact that it was one of my own students made the situation worse.

Nikki continued to provide the commentary.

"There are lots of ways of controlling men. Once they've been over your knee, they'll never be able to look at you in the same way again. For instance, every time he sees her in class from now on ..." She paused for dramatic effect, "when he's lecturing, he won't think of her as just a student, but as someone who has spanked him over her lap."

As she said that, there was a general murmuring among the women at the news of my position. Jazz started to bring her hand down on my ass, fingers fluttering along the crack of my bottom after each spank, reminding me even more of how delicate my position was. Nikki continued,

"This is also the perfect position to reach between his legs for a more intimate caress."

Jazz instructed me to open my legs and I felt her fingers on my scrotum.

"Remember, the aim should not be pain, but humiliation and embarrassment. That is much more effective than physical punishment."

As Jazz continued her gentle ministrations on my balls, she leant down and whispered, so only I would hear.

"Just think about this when I see you in class on Monday!"

Nikki asked if anyone would like to take Jazz's place. As I turned my head to look at the women, a number of hands quickly went up in the air.

"OK, don't worry, everyone who wants, will get her turn."

As Jazz helped me to my feet, I realized that I'd leaked over her bare legs. She noticed as well, and shaking her head, smiled as she used a cloth to wipe them clean.

I stood by the chair, as a women rose from the audience and took her place. She had shoulder length straight black hair, and wore a vest/t-shirt that showed the outlines of her firm boobs, with shiny blue metal leggings that clung to her curvy frame. Taking her cue from Jazz, she used my cock to pull me across her lap. Head down, ass up, she proceeded to warm my bottom, as well as fondle my balls. When she finished another girl took her place. By now I was so confused with how many people were involved, that I lost track of who was doing what.

All I really remember were the last two. The tall blonde (I didn't recall her name in my confusion and shame) was very confident in her handling of me, taking me over lap easily (almost practiced I thought) and not even really bothering with spanking me, but content to let me lay there while her hand just rested on my ass. It was almost like she wanted me to focus on the moment without the distraction of the slaps and resembled her watching my face as I jerked off for her before. When I got up from her lap, she walked away with a sly smile, as though she knew something.

The last one was a beautiful Latina, Alexa, dark curls cascading around her shoulders. Her dress was low cut, her cleavage delicious. Sitting, she asked me to move to the other side as she was left-handed, and then instead of pulling me by my cock across her lap, she just smiled and playfully patted her thighs in invitation. As I took my place, she was the only one who made sure she positioned my cock between her bare legs, so that when she started spanking and fondling me, her legs moved together to massage my already dripping penis. I honestly thought I was going to come in this position, but luckily Nikki decided to move things along just in time.

Helping me to my feet as Alexa released me with a soft pinch to my ass, Nikki attached the leash back to the ever-present strap, and started to lead me around the outside edge of the large yard. All eyes were on me as I obediently followed her, until we were back at the stage. Before she even said anything, arms flew up, and I was handed over to the first girl. This time I could focus on each one individually, as I wasn't bent over away from them on their laps, although it was still pretty disorienting. Names escaped me, except for a few. The blonde who had gazed into my eyes while I was masturbating for her was Belinda, and the little redhead, Lena. Again, Alexa proved unique. While all the others had used the leash to lead me, she simply took my cock in her left hand and casually walked around the yard, releasing and squeezing softly, almost masturbating me, the chain dragging between my legs. When we were far enough away that no-one could hear, her soft voice shook me.

"Hi Professor, you don't know me but I transferred from your school last semester, and my roommate was in your class, so I know exactly who you are. You will hear from me, or perhaps her, very soon!"

I am not sure the shock registered on my face, as I was already stunned and disoriented with everything that had happened, but this didn't seem part of the deal.

As she handed me over to the next woman for the garden tour, Alexa smiled and gently squeezed my cock in farewell.

As Nikki led me back to the stage she unclipped the leash. I noticed "the chair" had been replaced by a padded table. All through the evening, Emily's first words to me had reverberated around my head, and I knew that the arrangement of the colonic was in preparation for something that would happen tonight. I had hoped that it was just a fear device, meant to keep me on edge, but as I looked off to the side I saw Emily, her jeans stripped off, standing in just a t-shirt with a harness round her waist. I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I had done everything else that had been demanded of me but this, the penetration involved, seemed at a different level. Even though I had prepared myself, physically at least, for the violation to come, I wasn't sure I could go through with it, but I knew if I refused, the intense sexual pleasure I had experienced at the house would be a thing of the past, not the future. While my mind swirled with these thoughts, Nikki again gave the instructions.

"Ladies, I hope you've had a different and more meaningful experience tonight than just another rowdy bachelorette party. We are coming to the penultimate event now, and this may not be for everyone, so please don't feel like you have to stay or participate. You've already seen and done things today that few girls have the opportunity to do to men. Making them masturbate in front of you, taking them over you knee, leading them around by their penis is just a prelude to the ultimate act of female control. Emily, would you please demonstrate."

Emily strode confidently on to the stage holding a dildo aloft in her hand. Then, turning her back to the audience and me she inserted it into the harness, so when she turned, the six-inch purple dong led the way. There was a collective gasp (including from me)!

Taking a position in profile to the audience she motioned me over and instructed me to kneel with my hands behind my back. Before I really knew what was happening, she grabbed my hair with one hand while using the other to bring the dildo to my mouth. Slowly inserting it, she used both hands to move my head up and down on it. She was being quite gentle, careful not to cause a gagging reflex, and it dawned on me that she knew exactly how far to push it. Soon my head was being held still and she was now moving the dildo in and out of my mouth. It was clearly the symbolism she was after, and I imagined the sight we made - a kneeling naked man with an erection being fucked in the mouth by a young girl. There was complete silence as everyone took in the scene.

Releasing me and stepping back, Emily pointed at the table and told me to bend over it. My legs trembled as I walked over to obey her order, grabbing the other end of the table. This put me sideways to the audience and I turned my face away from them. Emily noticed of course, and as I heard her approach, she told me to turn my head towards the women and keep my eyes open. Kicking my legs further apart, she also made sure my cock was not under me but pulled back against the edge of the table. I heard her voice, addressing the audience.

"If you happen to find a man to do this with, the most important thing you'll need, in addition to a well-fitting dildo, is lubrication, lots of it."

As she said that, I felt her slippery finger at my asshole. The insertion of the digit was not bad and it moved in and out smoothly, once the initial resistance was overcome. Then with her hands on my hips, I felt a colder plastic intruder move into me. I clenched my teeth as Emily eased the dildo in slowly, a half-inch at a time, until I felt her body against my ass, then the slight movement of her pelvis as an in-and-out motion started. As I got used to it, she started a longer in-and-out movement. Soon she was pulling almost the whole way out of my ass, and then sliding back in, until she was fucking me hard and fast. I gritted my teeth and held on to the end of the table as the uncomfortable feeling of fullness gradually turned into something else, almost not really pleasant but certainly not unpleasant. I suddenly realized my fears had been foolish and that I was actually enjoying being taken this way! There was something very freeing in giving up any autonomy and just being fucked by someone. I wondered if women felt like this when a man was fucking them from behind!

However, what I was not enjoying was the public nature of the interaction, which turned a potentially pleasing and arousing interaction into something humiliating. The women were, to a person, fascinated by what was happening, some wide-eyed, some barely able to watch, some clearly aroused, others laughing openly. Two reactions caught my attention. Belinda was standing near the back with a hand down the front of her jeans, clearly touching her pussy or clit. Alexa was in the front row, sitting forward, smiling broadly, elbows on knees, hands together by her face, almost clapping. She sported a look of expectation.

As a finale, at least to this, Emily asked for my hands and as she grabbed my arms behind me, it gave her new leverage to pound into me, as she was pulling back and pistoning in in the same movement.

She was obviously getting a little tired, and slapping me on the ass she withdrew, told me to turn around and to get up on the table on my back with my ass at the edge, legs spread wide. I was glad the table was right there to lean on as my legs may not have held me. My erection was still rock solid as I followed her instructions and laid back, legs wide. She moved between them, grabbed an ankle in each hand and bought them up so they were pointing to the sky. Nikki helped Emily position the dildo at my asshole, and she pushed in without resistance and started to fuck me now from the front. In terms of humiliation this was a lot worse. When she was fucking me from behind, I could almost distance myself from the scene. Now I could see her smirking face, see my own legs spread wide, look at my hard cock. I had fucked women in this position and never thought about it from their perspective, but this was a very submissive position, as the other person is totally in control of what is happening to you.

Reminding me of this, Emily once again drew attention to the public nature of what was essentially my "deflowering."

"Turn your head. Let them see your face."

A fresh feeling of shame went through me as I again looked into the eyes of the largely now gloating women. As though reading my thoughts, Nikki made an announcement.

"If you want to see this closer, please come up."

Alexa was the first to move, and others quickly followed, and within seconds the women had moved from being a relatively distant audience to being close enough to touch.

Emily started to offer a commentary as she continued to control me.

"Not all men react in the same way, but you can tell from his erection, that he's really enjoying this at some level."

She was right that my cock was still hard. In some of the reading I had done, it was mentioned that men sometimes lose their erections while they are being fucked in the ass. That obviously was not me.

In one more exhibition of her power, Emily placed my legs over her shoulders, took my left hand in her right for stability while her right hand moved to my cock. She started jerking me off as she pummeled into me. I looked from her face, and the small tits shaking under her shirt, to the faces around me. Again, it was Alexa and Belinda's gaze that held me. I knew I would probably never see Belinda again after this night, but I had a feeling that Alexa had plans for me.

Emily could quite easily have done what she did before, and make me squirt into my own face, but she was very careful not to bring me even close to the edge.

After a minute of this latest humiliation, Nikki drew a halt and as Emily pulled out, helped me to my feet with a little whispered encouragement. "You did very well ... I'm glad you liked it so much!"

Walking to the front of the stage, Nikki clapped her hands to silence the chattering that had accompanied the women drifting back to their seats.

"Ladies, as you can probably tell, this is a very intense experience for our guest, so we can't offer the same opportunity to participate to everyone. I'm sure you all understand."

I'm not sure they did as there was a murmur of disappointment from the women, although a sigh of relief from me. As pleasurable as this had eventually turned out, I knew my ass could not take too much more. Smiling, and motioning towards me, Nikki continued,

"However, our guest is willing to accommodate one more person."

I had agreed to accommodate an unknown women fucking me in the ass?? But I held my thoughts.

"So one of you will get the chance by a draw of lots. If you want to use the strap-on with our guest, please take a card from the table at the back, and write your name on it."

About half of the women moved to the table where the cards were and started writing. Significantly, Belinda and Alexa were not among them, and I saw them exchanging conspiratorial comments, giggling at something!

Meanwhile Nikki moved to me, grabbed my cock, and brought me back to the front of the stage, just as she was handed the cards.

"OK, six cards. To make this fair, we will have out guest make the draw."

Nikki whispered some instructions in my ear and then fanned out the cards. I picked one out, turned it over, and with a shaking voice carried out the instructions she had given me.
"Yuki, will you please come up and fuck me."

There were sighs of disappointment, and one yelp of happiness as someone started to make their way to the front.

Yuki looked to be of Japanese descent, although she was wearing pretty standard student attire - a very short, tight black dress with heels. She was quite small, with black silky hair down to her shoulders. I recalled now that when it was her turn to take me over her knee, I worried that I might have been too heavy for her petite frame (I wasn't and she controlled me easily). I also remember being mesmerized by her ass and legs as she led me by the leash.

Nikki spoke quietly to her for a minute or so, before leading her over to Emily, who helped Yuki remove her dress, leaving her in black bra and panties and 4-inch heels. It suddenly hit me that despite everything that had happened tonight, the only one who had to get naked was me! Yuki was as close as it got to one of the women revealing herself. I saw Emily fitting her with the harness and then leading her back to the front of the stage.

Nikki took each of us by the hand and spoke.

"Yuki told me that she is always intrigued by why men loving having sex in the doggy position - and she wants to experience it from their perspective."

Tuning to me she told me get on the floor on all fours facing the front. As I obeyed (there was no other word for it) Yuki got on her knees behind me and I felt one of her hands on my hips, as the other lined up the dildo with my ass. I was still well lubricated, and quite open from Emily's ravaging of me, so she slid right in. There was nothing gentle about Yuki and I felt her hands on my hips as she moved in and out, hard and fast. The slaps of her body slamming into my ass reverberated in my ears. Then her hands left my hips and she grabbed my hair in both hands and was pulling my head back, riding me, controlling me like a horse, her pelvis slapping against my ass. I had done this very thing with women in the past and now understood the experience in a whole new way, as I was also forced to look into the eyes of the young women basking in the spectacle of Yuki vigorously fucking me. My cock remained hard the entire time!

After a few minutes, Nikki called time and Yuki reluctantly stopped and pulled out. I heard applause for her performance coming from the assembled crowd.

As I remained on all fours, Jazz came up behind me and used a towel to wipe away the lube from the crack of my ass. I felt like a small boy as she whispered "you're welcome Professor."

Nikki spoke again.

"We're going to wrap this up now so a couple of things remain. One is to give our special guest performer his well-deserved reward, and also for you to have a little memento of the evening. We have some non-permanent markers here for you to write a thank you, and to get a photo of you with him."

The panic must have been etched across my face, and Nikki mouthed the words "don't worry" to reassure me. I had come so far, I decided I had to trust her to hold my anonymity, as much as was possible, for the rest of the evening.

Smiling, Nikki pointed to a spot at the edge of the stage and told me to stand, hands behind me. I got up with sore and stiff knees and did as I was told. I felt perhaps exposed in a way I had not all evening - after all these mortificationn my erection betrayed me in its hardness. It was like admitting my enjoyment!

The women came up one by one and were told to write a very short phrase on my chest (which thankfully was hairless) signed with their name. They could then pose with me however they wanted for a photo. Each message was wiped away with a wet towel to clear the slate for the next one. From my position, I couldn't really see what they were writing (I later learned it was a variation of "thanks for everything" or "unique experience") and the poses mostly consisted of them pressing into me, smiling, some while holding my cock. Jazz took the photos with a digital camera. As Alexa, took her turn, she whispered in my ear "see you soon."

Belinda was the last one and wanting something different, she instead pulled me by my ear to the chair, sat and positioned me over knees. I felt her writing something on my ass, as Jazz clicked away, this time laughing at the words. I later discovered they were, "Thanks for a spanking good time."

As Belinda returned to her seat, high-fiving a couple of girls on the way, Nikki told them they would get the pictures the next day, but with my face blurred out. I sighed with relief and may have actually smiled. Nikki carried on.

"You should all know that our guest has not had an orgasm, at our instructions, for six days now. He will now get his just reward for being such a cooperative participant tonight."

The whole crowd broke out in some sedate applause, and I somehow felt proud.

Turning to me, Nikki said,

"You may now masturbate to climax for the girls."

Not quite believing that I was at last going to get some relief, I took my cock in hand, spread my legs a little, and started jerking off. I had been kept aroused for so long and the thought of achieving release was so strong, I didn't care what I looked like. The girls were still quite reserved (I had seen videos of women at bachelorette parties become quite raucous when presented with a naked man) and that made it worse for me as they looked at me more in awe that they were privy to what is essentially a private act. But I was so worked up that I came wildly after only 30 seconds or so. The women started applauding. My ejaculation was long and powerful - some of it landing a good six feet away. I had been holding so much in (physically, psychologically, emotionally) that it was all too much for me, and as I came uncontrollably, my legs gave way and I ended up curled up on the floor, sobbing. The girls' clapping became the soundtrack of my experience.

I was helped to my feet (I'm not sure by whom), a bath robe was wrapped around me and comforting arms led me back into the house and a soft couch, where I drifted off to unconsciousness in Nikki's soft arms.

When I woke, the only person there was a smiling Syd, still in her uniform. She asked if I was OK, and when I replied affirmatively, told me to stand and drop the robe. I saw I was soft now, but the strap still drew emphasis to my genitals, making them protrude from my body. Kneeling, she attached the leash to the clip and led me out of the house, to the driveway and the car. Helping me to get into the back, she closed the door and I heard her get in the driver's side and the car start to move.

I was alone in the back, naked but still leashed. It was a very different feeling than when I arrived and gave me the chance to really reflect on what had happened. The erotic had been removed from the situation and all I could think of was the humiliation (and what Alexa might do with the knowledge of who I was). Unbelievably, to me anyway, I started to get hard at the thought, and I wondered if I was reacting to the embarrassment. Was I really submissive? I dismissed that idea, as I had never thought about it before. In fact I was somewhat repulsed by the idea.

But being "forced" into it was different. Not force as in physical force, but as a choice I made to do something unpleasant for the chance to experience what I had with Nikki and the girls, and now women I did not even know, and would likely never meet again. I suddenly realized that what Nikki had helped me tap into was a complex and contradictory ensemble of relations where humiliation, embarrassment, desire, pleasure, shame, were all part of the same experience. I was not doing unpleasant things to get to the good things. The whole thing, shame and pleasure together, WAS the experience. I didn't know how long it would last (surely my shame would grow less if I did the same things with the girls many times) but I vowed that I would ride this tiger as long as I could. Even Alexa had a role to play in this!

As the car came to a halt 30 minutes later and Syd pulled me out to the street, these thoughts were still circulating around my head. Her eyes widened when she saw my erection had returned. Taking her hat off and shaking her hair loose, she unclipped the leash, leant into me from behind, reached around, brought her hand to my cock, and started wanking me as I stood in the (darkened) street. She whispered in my ear,

"You know, I've seen a number of these parties, and you were the best and most cooperative. Sometimes the men will stop the moment they get there, other times at the spanking part, sometimes at the ass-fucking. But even though you weren't sure and looked panicked at what was happening, you stuck with it till the end. Congratulations. I love the reluctant way you accepted going over all those women's laps, and the way you took the dildo."

She was obviously an expert at jerking men off, and brought me to the brink before stopping and giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"I know where you live, so I'll be in touch, 'professor.'"

With that she slapped my ass and sent me, naked and hard, towards my front door.

"By the way, Nikki told me to tell you, no jerking-off until she's in touch."

seduced into submission

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