THE LADY'S CLUB

BY ZORK2006

Part 2

Before the first duty call:

When Tommy arrives back home, he quickly checks out his body to
see what damage has been done. His ass is red and has obvious
cane marks all over it, but luckily no blood. His thighs and legs
are also marked but not as badly. Still, he will not be wearing
shorts anytime soon. His penis head is very sore although no
visible damage can be seen. He applies ointment to his wounds and
prepares to go out and shop for his log book. He wants to get
that out of the way as soon as possible. He has 4 days to prepare
himself for this appointment with Sarah and he needs all the time
he can get.

Tommy is out shopping for his book at the local Target and deeply
engrossed in trying to find the perfect size and shape. All of a
sudden he hears a voice say to him "Wow, so you didn't waist
anytime getting your log book. I am impressed. We must have made
quit an impression on you." Tommy freezes. He knows the voice and
spins around to find Becky standing next to him with her shopping
cart. He quickly averts his eyes to the ground and bows down as
low as possible without drawing unwanted attention to himself
from other shoppers. He whispers: "Hello Mistress Becky." Becky
grins and says "Hello Little Boy." Carry on. Don't let me disturb
you" and she walks away.

Tommy is trembling after he is alone again. He quickly tries to
review the encounter in his head to see if he missed any detail
that might earn him Demerits. He can't think of any, but he also
knows that he may not be all that familiar yet with their
requirements. He can't believe how quickly these women have
transformed him into a subservient person.

After this dangerous encounter, Tommy quickly heads for the
checkout with his book. He rushes home and begins to work on
modifying the book so that it can be attached to the collar. When
he is done, we puts on the collar and log book to make sure it
all works together. It's not perfect, but it will surely do.

On Saturday evening, Tommy pulls out the paper that Sarah gave
him. On it, she lists her address, phone number and a few
instructions.

1. Be on time! 
2. Be clean – inside and out 
3. Have the collar on before you knock on my door 
4. Fall to your knees as soon as you enter the door

That was it. No other instructions were given – except for the
one she gave him at the end of the last meeting – the one about
the hair removal. Tommy had already Naired himself between his
legs the previous day and was hopeful the result would be
satisfying.

Saturday night, Tommy could not sleep all night. He tossed and
turned wondering what would happen to him. How long would she
keep him. How badly would she punish him. What nasty humiliating
things had she thought of.

Sunday morning Tommy got up and took a shower. He cleaned himself
like he hadn't ever before. He washed his ass intensely and even
poked his finger up his butt a little, just in case. He brushed,
flossed, did the mouthwash and put on deodorant. When he was
confident in his appearance, he headed toward Sarah's house. She
lived close by, as did all the ladies, so he was there in a few
minutes.

He parked his bike outside her duplex and walked to the front
door. He looked around for a sign of onlookers and when he was
relatively sure there weren't any, he put on his collar and
knocked on the door.

Duty with Sarah: After a seemingly endless wait, the door finally
opens. Sarah is standing on the other side wearing a very
feminine, light colored dress. She motions for Tommy to enter. He
steps inside and, having rehearsed this scene in his mind
countless times, immediately falls to his knees.

"You remembered", says Sarah "Isn't that sweat". "And you're
wearing your collar with your book and you're on time. Maybe we
can make a useful member of the male species out of you after
all."

Sarah walks off in the direction of the basement door and
gestures for Tommy to follow her. Remembering that he is not
allowed to walk upright, he follows her in a half crawl, half
squat combination. He makes it all the way down the stairs, still
dutifully following Sarah, when she turns and orders him to
"strip and kneel in the center of the room." Once again
remembering the process from the last encounter, Tommy takes off
his clothes, folds them neatly and presents them to Sarah who is
now seated on an old sofa along the wall of the basement. As in
Deb's house, the center of the room has a square wooden board
with four hooks on each corner already set in place. Tommy crawls
over to the board and takes his place getting into his "basic"
position as instructed by Deb.

"Well done", says Sarah with a slight giggle. "You must really
not want to get punished again." "Amazing what a little
discipline can do for a Little Boy." Sarah scans Tommy's naked
body from her seat and says: "Nice work on the hair removal. I
think I want you to maybe go a little further for me next time.
Your front is still too hairy and so is your rear, now that I
think about it. So just get rid of all of it for me." "Yes
Mistress" says Tommy, thinking to himself how he will look
hairless and how he can explain this to his friends.

"Ok, so here we are.", says Sarah. "I guess you are wondering
what will happen to you now. Well let me break it down for you.
You are here for 2 reasons. First to serve me in anyway I desire
and second to be trained to be a Little Boy that can control his
undesirable male urges and can treat a lady with respect, honor,
and complete devotion."

"I joined the Lady's Club because I have always despised boys who
are like you. Dirty, nasty, macho, egomaniacs that will do or say
anything to get laid. Also, I have a sadistic side to me. I like
to see boys squirm – either in pain or while being humiliated."
"So there you have it."

"Let's start by getting the formal stuff out of the way." "Did
you masturbate without permission since we've last seen you?" she
quickly fires this question at him.

Tommy instantly remembers the rule she is referring to. Lucky for
him, masturbation is the furthest thing from his mind over the
past few days. "No Madam", he says truthfully. Sarah glares at
him intently and follows-up: "Are you sure that is your answer?"
Even though Tommy is telling the truth, he is suddenly worried
that she knows something he does not. But feeling completely
innocent, he reaffirms his initial answer. "Yes, Mistress."

"Why not?" she simply asks. Tommy is perplexed, but answers:
"Well, for one, I have been in too much pain to use my thing down
there, and also, I have not really been in the mood since the
last meeting."

Sarah laughs "Well, that makes sense to me." "I believe you."

Sarah continues: "Second question – what punishment did you
think-up for me?"

Tommy is totally thrown for a loop. He forgot about this part of
the instructions. He was supposed to think of a punishment that
would suite the Mistresses. He feels the blood rush to his head.

On the fly he makes up something: "I thought of being made to
masturbate in front of you and forced to lick-up my own cum.", he
finally says.

"That's it?" Sarah responds. "That's totally boring. What the
hell am I supposed to do with that?" "10 demerits for your piss
poor answer." In the future, I would do more thinking on this
subject. Use the internet for inspiration if you can't use your
own imagination.

"Ok, now it's time we get to business – my business!"

"Come over here to me and bring me that box from the corner."
Tommy crawls over to the corner, retrieves a plain cardboard box
from the floor and makes his way to where Sarah is seated. He
puts down the box and stands at attention. Sarah opens the box
and fumbles around inside for a moment and pulls out a light blue
t-shirt, obviously sized for a child. She turns it around and
shows Tommy what is says: "Baby on Board". "Here put this on.",
she says and hands Tommy the t-shirt. Tommy has no illusions that
this will fit, but does what he is told. He pulls the t-shirt
over his head and forces his arms through the sides. With great
effort he manages to get on the shirt but even after pull as hard
as he can, it only reaches down to his navel.

"Excellent!" says Sarah. Next she pulls out a can of Vaseline
from the box and says: "Put this in your hair and slick you hair
all the way back." Again Tommy does as instructed. He takes 2
fingers and gathers a big wad of grease and proceeds to rub it
into his hair. She hands him a comb so he can finish the style.
Sarah gives Tommy an appraising once over and again goes for the
contents of the box. She pulls out a red ribbon and holds it out
to him. "Tie this around your penis and balls – like a little
present.", she says. As Tommy gets to work tying his ribbon, she
continues inside the box.

"As a last final touch, I want you to put on some lip gloss.
Little Boys have shinny lips and a rosy complexion so that is
what you'll need, too. Put some on your lips and some on your
cheeks."

Tommy dutifully does what is asked. He feels ridiculous. He is
wearing tiny t-shirt, has a red bow around his privates and now
is wearing lip gloss on his lips and cheeks. Sarah sits back and
admires her creation. "Not too bad." She says. "Remember all this
well, you will have to recreate it the next time you serve me.
Plus, at the end of your duty today, you will need to write
everything that happened into your log book. I will check it for
completeness and grade you accordingly."

"That brings me to the remaining events of the day. You are mine
until I release you. Presumably, this will be sometime later
today, but not necessarily. If you don't finish your chores, or
if I am just in a bad mood, you might have to stay longer. I will
be giving you various assignments throughout the day. For each
assignment, you can earn a possible 100 points. To earn a perfect
100, you will need to perform the assignment perfectly. This
means that everything has to be exactly like I want it or else
you get deductions. For each deduction, you will get a demerit.
So if you manage a 'C' average you would get a 70 or, 30
demerits. I recommend you try and get a perfect 100 every time."
"Do you understand so far?" "Yes Madam.", says Tommy with that
familiar frog raising in his throat.

"Your first task is to clean the bathroom down here in the
basement." She points to a door off to the side. "It hasn't been
cleaned in a while and it is kinda nasty. I will give you a
bottle of 409 and 5 paper towels. You may not use running water
and you may not flush the toilet until I tell you. I want you to
get the place clean with the 409 and paper towels. Also, I want
you to collect each hair that is in there in a neat little pile.
If I find a single hair anywhere that is not in the pile, there
will be deductions. When you're done, I will come in a grade your
performance. If I find a job that is less then a 90, I will not
only give you the demerits, but you will be ordered to eat the
hair and the paper towels as an additional punishment."

Tommy swallowed hard at this last piece of information. How is he
going to clean an entire bathroom with just 5 paper towels and a
bottle of 409? This day was starting off worse then he had
feared.

He enters the bathroom equipped with his meager supplies to find
a small, relatively poorly lit cellar bathroom. It is indeed in
need of a cleaning. The toilet has mildew in the bowl, the shower
tub has soap scum and mildew, and the sink is covered in hair and
a mixture of various beauty product residue. The floor, which is
all tile, is also covered in hair and drippings of the same type
found next to the sink.

Tommy starts with the sink. He figures he will use 1 paper towel
for each major fixture and hopes to have 1 or 2 remaining as
backup if needed. He sprays the 409 in the sink and begins to
scrub. Hair clumps together under the towel and he remembers that
he is supposed to collect the hair separately. He pulls the hairs
from the towel and stacks them on top of the water tank of the
toilet. He decides to collect as many hairs from the rest of the
room as possible first to make room for the scrubbing. It is a
nasty task. There are thousands of hairs all over. He knows he
can't allow himself to miss a single hair if he hopes to score a
perfect 100, but even worse, we dreads the thought of being made
to eat all this hair if we fails the task miserably. He is on his
hands and knees looking everywhere for a sign of an illusive
hair. The pile on the commode has reached the size of a
grapefruit. The hair seems to be a combination from various
donors. Some hairs are short, some long, some with a reddish hue
(obviously from Sarah) and others blond.

Nearly 45 minutes pass and Tommy is relatively pleased with the
state of the bathroom. It would be nice to rinse the fixtures
with water to get rid of the 409 residue, but it looks
presentable. The biggest remaining potential problem is the
mildew in the toilet bowl. That stuff is tough and won't yield to
the paper towel. Out of fear and desperation, Tommy uses his
fingernails to scratch the stuff off as best he can.

Finally, after about an hour, Tommy thinks he is finished and
crawls over to the door to alert his Mistress that he is ready.
Sarah is seated on the sofa reading a book and sees Tommy
kneeling in the doorway of the bathroom. "Are you ready?", she
asks. "Yes Madam", says Tommy and starts to feel weak in his
knees in anticipation. "Ok, I will check out your work. It sure
did take you long enough.", says Sarah.

She walks into the bathroom and makes and initial scan of the
room. "Not bad at first sight.", she says. Next she inspects the
tub closely and nods in approval. Tommy is feeling a little more
confident now and starts to hope that maybe a 100 is not
impossible to achieve. Sarah moves on to the sink and still has
noting to say that would indicate a mistake. She looks down at
the toilet and smiles as she says: "I can't believe you got that
mildew off. Good job!" Tommy is elated. He can feel the 100
already. She looks at the pile of hair on the water tank and the
5 used paper towels and once again nods in approval. Just as he
starts to feel home free, Sarah opens the vanity drawer that
Tommy had totally failed to see. She looks inside and steps back.
"What the hell is this? The drawer is still totally filled with
hair. "Are you out of your mind?" Tommy almost passes out when he
realizes what he has done. He missed the drawer completely. Who
knows how many hairs are in there. Good God, he is screwed.

Sarah pulls the drawer out completely and starts to drop its
contents on the floor one by one. Finally the drawer is empty and
all that remains is the hair and various other dusty debris.

She sits down on the commode and says: "Let's count and see how
deeply you're in trouble." She starts to pull the hairs out of
the drawer one by one. When she reaches 9, Tommy starts to shake
because only 1 more hair will mean the worst case is going o
happen. After all is counted, there are exactly 22 hairs in the
drawer. Tommy is devastated. That means 22 demerits and a meal
made up of hair and other nastiness.

Sarah orders Tommy over to her. "Kneel in front of me she says."
Tommy comes over immediately. "What did I tell you would happen
if you did not get a least a 90 on this task?" "Mistress said
that I would have to eat the hair and the paper towels, Madam.",
says Tommy with a shaky voice. "Yes, that's right. And I hope
you're hungry.", says Sarah with a grin in her face.

"Open wide!" Sarah takes the pile of hair and rolls it into a
tight ball about the size of a golf ball. She shoves it into
Tommys month and tells him to chew and swallow. Tommy tries to do
as he is told, but the chewing doesn't get him anywhere. It only
loosens the ball into a nasty tasting fur ball. She watches him
intently as he struggles to get down the hair. Finally he
swallows and the clump slowly slides down his throat, although
numerous hairs still remain behind and irritate his throat.

"If it makes you feel any better, the hair all came from women.",
said Sarah as she continues to watch him. Strangely enough, this
information does make Tommy feel a little better. The thought
that men's hair was included worried and revolted him even more.

Sarah makes Tommy open his mouth to prove that the hair is gone.
Once satisfied, she reaches for the paper towels. "Ok, here is
desert." She holds up the first paper towel, which is all brown
and wet from the cleaning and shoves it into Tommy's mouth. The
taste is horrible. It is a combination of soap, perfume, and
other unknown tastes. He gags. Sarah holds up her finger and
says: "That would be a very bad idea." Tommy does his best to
swallow the towel. He gets through the first 4 and only has 1 to
go. Sarah picks up the last towel and notices that it is still
clean and dry. She says: "This will be hard to swallow – let me
help you out a little." She proceeds to moisten it with a big
spit wad and then places it into Tommys mouth. After having to
eat the 409 covered towels, this spit covered one was actually
pleasant. To his shock and amazement, he suddenly realizes that
he is becoming what the Ladies want him to become. A total women
worshipper. The fact that having to eat a spit covered paper
towel almost feels like a relief to him is incredible.

Sarah stands up and walks out of the room. "You now have 32
demerits. You will get to work them off later. For now, pick that
crap off the floor and put it back into the drawer and then
follow me for your next task."

Tommy follows Sarah back into the basement's main room. She
points toward center of the room where the square piece of wood
is still lying. "Over there.", she says. Tommy gets into his
standard position and waits anxiously for what's next.

"As your next task, I want you to pre-clean some of my laundry.
Mistress Taylor gave me the inspiration for his last week.", she
says smiling. "I want you to go over to the laundry basket and
pick out all of my panties. It is so hard to get the crotch area
clean in the wash, so I want you to pre-clean them for me. You
may use your mouth and a bar of soap. That is it. It you start to
run completely dry, let me know and I will provide you with more
moisture, but I think you understand that it won't be water."

Tommy didn't think it would be. He is terrified to think what it
might actually be.

"You have 20 minutes to complete this task. I will inspect each
panty afterwards and give you a score. Anything less then 100
will add to you demerits." "You may start now." Sarah points
toward the washing machine and Tommy immediately gets going.

He empties the laundry basket onto the floor and quickly sorts
through the clothing to find all of her panties. There are about
8 all white panties in the basket as far as he can tell, but he
does a second scan just to be sure – he doesn't want to risk
another oversight.

Once he is sure that he has the entire set ready, he takes up the
first pair of panties and finds the crotch area. There has a
slight yellowish discoloration in the crotch that is clearly a
contrast to the white panty. He puts the crotch area into his
mouth and starts to get the cloth wet by gently chewing on the
fabric. He then sucks on the fabric for several seconds in the
hopes of extracting the soiled portions.

In the corner of his eye, he can see Sarah sitting on the couch
watching him while gently rubbing herself between her legs.

The fact that Sarah is enjoying this so much makes Tommy angry
but there is nothing he can do about it. After about a minute or
so, he takes the panty out of his mouth to check his progress. To
his horror, there is no real change in the color. He realizes he
will have to use the soap, too.

He takes the bar of soap that Sarah gave him (Dove) and rubs the
soap onto the crotch area. He again puts the panties in this
mouth and redoes what he did before. The taste of soap is really
unpleasant and he gags several times in the process. Sarah seems
to get a real kick out of his gags because he can see her
thrusting harder each time he convulses.

Finally, after about 2 more minutes, he seems to have the first
panty clean. He places it aside and starts on the second. This
one is much dirtier. It has almost a crusty kind of residue on it
and Tommy tries not to think about all of the possible things
that could be the cause of the stains.

The cleaning continues on all of the panties and he sort of gets
lost in time after the 5th or 6th pair. All of a sudden, Sarah
says: "You have 5 minutes left." Tommy gets a jolt of panic. He
has 2 pair left and he is starting to run very dry in his mouth.
The taste of the soap is becoming overwhelming and he could
really use some water, but he knows that is not an option. He
realizes though, that he has to have some help or else he has no
chance of finishing.

"Mistress, may I have some moisture, please?" asks Tommy. "Yes,
you may, but first you get a demerit because you didn't ask if
you were allowed to speak." She walks over to him and grabs the
top of his hair forcing his head back. "Open up and tell me
when.", she says. Tommy is too shocked to react and just does
what he is told. He opens his mouth and sees Sarah start to
collect a large quantity of spit in her mouth. She lets it slide
out of her mouth into his. The moisture feels great, but he has
to concentrate real hard not to gag. After 2 more spits, he says
"When." And Sarah lets go of his head and returns to her seat.

Tommy just sits there momentarily in shock. He can taste Sarah in
his mouth and is complete confused at what just happened. Sarah
snaps: "Time is ticking" and wakes Tommy back from his trance.

He frantically continues to suck and chew the remaining panties,
aided somewhat by the extra moisture given to him. While working
on the last panty crouch, Sarah calls "Time". Tommy takes the
fabric from his mouth and gets back into his attention position.

Sarah slowly walks toward the small pile of pre-cleaned panties
and says: "I wonder how you did. Let's check it out."

She quickly sorts through her underwear collection tossing some
panties to the left and others to the right. After she is done,
she stands up in front of Tommy and say: "Remarkably good job
overall. I only saw 2 that did not pass muster. That means 2 more
demerits. Jez, I forget how many we are up to now, do you know?"

Tommy quickly recalls what he can and says: "33?" Sarah laughs
and says: "Nice try. No, actually I was just testing you. You
have 35 altogether. But now it's 36 since you tried to pull a
fast one on me."

Tommy's face is red with a combination anger and fear. He has
spent almost 2 hours with her so far and she has already given
him 36 demerits. Where is this going to end? What else will her
sick mind think up for him?

Sarah sits back down and says: "I really don't have anymore tasks
worthy of your talents for right now. But I can't let you go
yet." Tommy thinks to himself "PLEASE let me go. PLEASE."

"I think first we better work off the demerits you have earned so
far. If you get anymore, I will have to work to hard all at once
giving you your well earned punishment." "Little Boy, I have
modified a special chair just for your punishments. I have
appropriately named it 'Punishment Chair'. You can find it the
closet to the right. Go get it and set it on the wooden square in
the middle of the room."

Tommy crawls over to the closet and opens the door. He is
horrified at what he sees. Inside there is very small wooden
chair, possibly a child's chair, that has been modified with all
sorts of hooks and pads attached. It resembles a torture device
at first glance, but Tommy can't immediately tell how it will be
used. He lifts the chair and tries to move it while crawling, but
quickly realizes that this will not work. "Mistress, may I
speak?" asks Tommy. "Yes, you may.", she responds. "May I walk
upright in order to move the chair?"

"Yes, you may" responds Sarah. Tommy gets to his feet, a
wonderful feeling having been on his knees for hours now, and
lifts the chair. He shuffles over to the wooden board and places
the chair in the center.

"Now go and get the plastic bag that is also in the closet", says
Sarah. Tommy walks back over to the closet and picks up a heavy
plastic bag. He carries it over to the chair and places it down.

"Back on your knees", orders Sarah. She stands up and walks
toward him. "I have not tested this devise, so it might require
some adjustment. You get to be my guinea pig." " I want you sit
on the chair and tilt your head back toward the head rest pad."
Tommy does what he is told. Once in position, Sarah pulls out a
strap from the bag and ties it around his forehead and loosely
connects it to the rear of the chair.

"Now slowly slide you rear end off the seat until your knees hit
the ground" she orders. Tommy is confused by tries to comply. He
grabs the seat of the chair and slides his rear off the front
feeling for the ground with his knees. The strap on his forehead
forces his head even further back into a very uncomfortable
position. Once he reaches the ground, Sarah tightly secures his
head in place. He is now looking directly toward the ceiling. His
legs are on the ground at each side of the chair and his
mid-section is being forced painfully forward by the seat bottom
of the chair. The overall result is that Tommy is bent backward
with his midsection protruding and his face pointing upward.

Sarah attaches his legs to the hooks on the board and ties his
arms down to the side of the chair as well. He is completely
immobilized. He thinks to himself that he finally understands the
purpose of the wooden board. Surprisingly, he is not scared. The
surrealness of the situation is such that he has no capacity for
fear anymore.

Once Sarah finishes her handy work and checks the security of all
the attachments, she stands up over Tommy and says: "Open your
mouth as wide as you can." Tommy opens and Sarah inserts a round
metal loop about the size of a tennis ball in circumference. The
loop wedges inside his mouth and makes it impossible for him to
close his mouth.

"Here is what is going to happen" says Sarah. "You will be caned
around your midsection, including your penis and balls." "While I
am doing this, I will also, from time to time, spit into your
mouth and onto your face." You will get 36 licks altogether. You
may cry if you like, but it won't help."

Tommy is shaking violently. The fear definitely set in once he
heard the caning would include his privates. Tears are already
welling up in his eyes. "Sarah bends down and ties his balls
together with a rubber band. She uses tape to attach his limp
penis to his stomach. Tommy can't help cry out some inaudible
tone that sounds like a plea. Sarah giggles and continues on with
her task. She walks around the chair and picks up the cane. It is
a 48-inch, very thin, bamboo stick. She shows him the cane and
says: "Ok, here we go. You get 36, and I will count as we go
along."

The first lick hits Tommy's penis head. He convulses in pain and
cries out in agony, but he is tied so tightly that he barely
moves. Sarah leans over his face and release a long string of
spit into his mouth. He feels it hit his tongue and the back of
his throat. "You were a very bad Little Boy so far today" she
says with a smile. "You will learn to be more diligent and
careful". Again she swings the cane and hits his upper thigh,
right under his ball sack. The pain is severe but he can't even
imagine what it would feel like if she had hit his balls. The
next 5 strokes are mostly on his stomach and tights. One lick
hits his chest. At stroke number 15, she hits the bulls eye – his
ball sack. Tommy almost passes out from the pain. He can't
breath. He is in total agony. Tears are streaming down his face
and he is wailing out load. Sarah drops another big wad of spit
into Tommy's mouth. She is totally enjoying this. She says:
"Oops." "I guess that might have been a little too hard." "She
snorts her nose and collects a lugy and spits it into his mouth.
"Maybe that helps" she says.

Tommy can't believe her cruelty. She is a total sadist. And worst
yet, he still has 21 licks remaining. Sarah says: "I am running
out of spit, so I need to get this over with." She draws back the
cane and rapidly fires 10 licks down on him. They hit all over
the place, but thankfully miss the ball sack. Again she spits,
this time into his face and rubs it around with her fingers. "The
last 11 strokes are going to be on your penis head" she says.
Brace yourself. Tommy is already so far gone and crying so hard
that the announcement barely impacts him. He was very close to
unconsciousness.

The pain is surreal from the strokes to the penis. Once she
finishes, she drops the cane on the ground and walks away. Tommy
continues to cry and convulse from the pain for several minutes.
He doesn't know what Sarah is doing. Suddenly he hears her moan
like she is having an orgasm. As it turns out she is masturbating
herself, reliving what she just did to Tommy. Once done, she get
up and walks back to Tommy who has calmed down slightly. She
sticks her fingers under his nose and he can smell her womanhood
all over them. She reaches down between her legs and collects
some of her juice from her wet crotch. She smears her fingers on
his face and inside his mouth.

"This is how wet it makes me to punish you. So you see that you
will have a real hard time getting off without demerits. You
better be perfect in the future."

Tommy continues to whimper as she unties him. He slides to the
floor into the fetal position, still gasping for breath.
"You have 2 minutes to collect yourself and be back in position"
says Sarah as she walks back to the couch.

Tommy pulls the metal ring from his mouth and tries to catch his
breath. His face is sticky from the spit and pussy juice. All he
can smell and taste is Sarah. She has totally taken over all of
his senses. His body is a wreck. He hurts seemingly everywhere.
Most of all, his dick is burning and throbbing. He sneaks a quick
look between his legs and is shocked to see a red, slightly
swollen and obviously severely abused penis. He starts the
process of getting back to his knees, straightening his greased
hair and pulling down his tiny t-shirt.

Sarah says: "Put the chair away. You can walk if you need to.
Also put all the straps back into the bag and clean up all of the
mess." Tommy quickly does as he is told. The only thing he knows
for sure is that he does not want to see that chair again anytime
soon.

When he is done cleaning up, he swiftly goes back to the board
and kneels at attention. Sarah scans over his nether-regions and
says: "Oh my, I certainly seem to have done some damage. I hope
nothing permanent." "I think I need to check your plumbing."

Tommy can't help but give off a slight whimper.

"Get that bucket from over there", she commands pointing to an
old paint bucket in the corner.

Tommy scurries over and retrieves the bucket. "Place it in front
of you on the board and urinate inside" she says casually.

This is the first order he is given all day that does not
frighten or revolt him. He actually needs to pee and was afraid
so far to ask permission. Now he gets to do, albeit in front of
her, but there do not seem to be any additional strings attached.

Tommy holds his throbbing penis over the bucket and begins to
pee. There is a definite burning feeling associated with the
urination but at least it still works.

"Thank goodness" says Sarah, "I was worried". The tone in her
voice is obviously sarcastic.

"Now to check the other, much less useful function" she
continues. "Whack off into the bucket."

Once again she manages to shock Tommy. Just when he thought
things were looking up, wham, another seemingly impossible task.

"Mistress, may I speak?" asks Tommy. "Speak" says Sarah.
"Mistress, my penis is hurting so bad, I can barely touch it.
Also, I am afraid of what might happen if I get an erection in
this state. Please don't' make me masturbate."

There are several seconds of silence during which Tommy can tell
Sarah is starring directly at him. Then she says: "Here are your
options. Either you whack off into the bucket and finish within 5
minutes or else you go get the chair back out the closet. My spit
capacity seems to be back to normal."

Tommy instantly grabs his hurting member and begins to stroke.
The pain is excruciating. He grits his teeth in an effort to
endure the pain. Unfortunately, there is absolutely no sign of an
erection and he only has 5 minutes to cum.

"A wise choice, if I do say so" giggles Sarah. "Come on, you can
do it."

Tommy is stoking with his eyes closed and teeth clenched
together. He feels himself leave his body and look down on his
pathetic state. He is almost naked, kneeling on a board, wearing
a tiny t-shirt with "Baby on Board" written on it. His hair is
greased back and he has lip gloss on his checks. His face is
encrusted with spit and vaginal juice. He is whacking off into a
bucket filled with his own piss and all this in front of a
beautify women who is making him do all this. He feels completely
out of control. He feels like he no longer owns his body. He has
lost all shame, modesty, ego, and sense of self. He realizes that
this is what the Ladies want. This is what his life is supposed
to be from now on. With the exception of the times that they will
allow him to go home, he will basically be their play thing.

Strangely enough, this realization causes him to suddenly feel a
slight erection coming on. He tries to think of the attractive
qualities of Sarah. He tries to imagine being allowed to eat her
out. The taste of her spit still present in his mouth helps him
along even further. All of a sudden he shudders and squirts a
long stream of cum into the bucket. He continues milking his now
rock hard penis and squeezes out the remaining cum. The pain in
his dick is still there, but it's no longer unbearable.

"Just in time" says Sarah. "What were you thinking of in order to
make yourself come?" she asks. "I was thinking of how beautiful
Mistress is," replies Tommy.

"Wrong answer" says Sarah forcefully. You are never to think of
me in a sexual way. NEVER. Do you understand? "Yes Mistress"
whimpers Tommy and almost falls to the ground in an attempt to
grovel and avoid punishment.

"That's 5 demerits." "You better keep it under 10 for the rest of
the day or else the chair will see the light of day again" says
Sarah.

Tommy's fear is beyond description. He is pretty sure that he
will not survive another stint in the chair.

"You have been with me today for going on 4 hours. I am tiring of
this. I think you have learned some valuable things though. Can
you remember all of your lessons?" asks Sarah.

"Yes Ma'am" says Tommy forcefully; trying to convince her with
his tone that he learned everything possible.

"Well good" says Sarah "because you now need to record your day's
events in your log-book so that all the other Ladies can see how
you're progressing. So here is your assignment. I want you to
kneel in front of the coffee table here and write about what
happened to you today. I want you to write it as if you were an 8
year old. I want you to list the tasks, grading and punishments.
When you're done, you will read it to me and I will grade you. I
will then add my own comments and then dismiss you. Oh, only of
course, after you pay for your demerits that I am sure you will
earn. Just be sure not to earn more then 4, so that means you
need to get a 96 or better on this assignment." "Do you
understand?"

"Yes Madam" says Tommy weakly. "Then begin. Here is a pen" Sarah
commands.

Tommy crawls over to the coffee table, takes the pen from Sarah
and begins to write in his logbook which Sarah places on the
table in front of him. He tries his best to remember what an 8
year old would write like. He figures short and choppy sentences
with simple words. He writes things like: "Mistress found hair in
a drawer. She was very mad. She made me eat all the hair. It was
gross." and "Mistress tied me to the punishment chair. I was very
afraid. She hit me all over with a cane. It hurt so much that I
cried. I cried a lot and even screamed."

25 minutes later, Tommy is finished. He re-reads his writing for
errors and then tells Sarah that he is done. "Great" says Sarah
"read it to me. And remember, you are to read it like you wrote
it. Like a Little Boy."

Tommy starts to read. He alters his voice somewhat to match the
writing style. He starts "Today I went to go see my Mistress
Sarah at her house. She made me wear a very small t-shirt and
stuff in my hair…."

Sarah starts to laugh hysterically. She laughs through the entire
story and actually claps when he is done. "That was fantastic. I
have to say, you actually seem to have gotten it." "I will give
you a perfect 100 for that. Good Little Boy. I must be really
good at this."

She takes the book from Tommy, looks over the lines again,
chuckling and then adding a few lines of her own. She closes the
book, and seals with an old- fashioned string and wax seal.

"Ok, all you need to do now is pay for your 10 demerits" she
says. Bend over on the wooden board – put your hands as far in
front of you as you can and stick your ass in the air. You will
be caned on the rear – much easier then the chair, don't you
think?"

"You will count for me this time. '1, thank you Mistress; 2 thank
you mistress; etc.' Do you understand?"

"Yes Madam" says Tommy, his voice again shaking.

The caning event goes off, albeit painfully, but otherwise event
free. Tommy manages to hold back any additional tears. Compared
to the punishment chair, the caning is downright tolerable.

Tommy is excited about the prospect of being released. He gets
back to his knees and expects Sarah to remove his collar and give
him back his clothes. Instead, she walks back over to the closet
that contains the punishment chair. She retrieves several straps
and returns to face Tommy.

"Get up against that poll with you back to the poll and your feet
behind it" she orders. Tommy's heart sinks. He is not done after
all. The torment will continue. He does what he is told, however,
and positions himself with is back against the metal support
poll.

Sarah ties one of the straps around his neck, securing his head
to the poll. Next, she ties his feet together behind the poll.
Finally, his hands are tied behind the poll as well and he is
pretty much completely immobile. She places the bucket filled
with his fluids directly in front of him so that his limp dick is
halfway hanging inside the bucket.

"I decided it's too early to let you go." "I will leave you here
to rest and to think about what you have learned." "I'll be back
in a few hours to check on you." "Have fun."

At this, she turns and walks up the basement stair, closing the
door to the house behind her.

It is very quiet in the basement and all Tommy can hear are
footsteps from above. Sarah obviously went right for the phone
because he can hear the muffled sounds of her talking and
laughing. His position against the poll is very uncomfortable.
His knees are killing him and he has only limited mobility to
shift his weight from side to side. On top of that, he is thirsty
and hungry, but he would not dream of asking for anything from
Sarah. Lord knows what she would brew up.

The fact that Sarah placed the bucket in front of him makes Tommy
think that he might be here for a very long time. This
realization somewhat leads to panic after about an hour because
the pain in his joints is starting to overtake all his senses. He
feels so helpless. He IS helpless. Not to mention humiliated.

What was going to be next? Beyond today with Sarah. He has this
sinking feeling that Sarah is not even the worst of the 6 lady
members. Deb is who really frightens him. But Taylor and Lisa
also seemed way too turned on by his pain and humiliation. Becky
and Rachel are probably the 2 sanest in the bunch, but you never
know.

About 4 hours pass and Tommy hears the basement door open and the
footsteps of someone coming down the stairs. To his horror, the
footsteps seem to indicate more then 1 person. He strains to see
who is coming and finds Deb following Sarah over to him.

"Look who paid me a visit" "It's Mistress Deb." "She wants to see
how your first day went", says Sarah.

"Hello Mistress Deb" says Tommy as politely as he can. Deb smiles
and intently looks over his tied up and bruised body.

"Well done" says Deb to Sarah. "Let's untie him and get him out
of here so we can go to dinner."

Tommy's heart leaps at the prospect of being allowed to leave.
Sarah quickly unties his restraints and as soon as he is able,
Tommy dutifully drops down in front of Deb and kisses her feet in
greeting.

The 2 ladies exchange glances of amazement and Deb gives Sarah a
"high 5". "We are accomplishing our goal much quicker then I
thought we would" laughs Deb.

Sarah tells Tommy to go empty the bucket in the toilet, and that
he is very lucky he didn't have to drink the contents (this
time). When he returns with the empty bucket, Sarah reaches
around his neck, takes off the collar and tells Tommy to put on
his street clothes.

"Have that t-shirt on underneath your clothes next time we meet"
she says. "Now here is your next appointment." Sarah hands Tommy
an envelope and with that he is sent up the stairs and out of the
house. His day is finally over. Thank God!