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* CHAPTER 2 *
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"Get on your knees!" exclaimed Christy. She was clearly going to be the leader
during this scene. "Now I want you to crawl over to Melissa and kiss her feet."
I quickly got on all fours and made my way across the room to the couch where
Christy and Melissa sat. Melissa's feet were already bare and waiting for my
lips to make contact with them. I began to lightly kiss her feet when she
looked down with an approving look, "Good job slave. You may now have the
privledge of sucking my toes." I did as I was told and Christy looked on
wanting to be involved herself.
"Come this way slaveboy. That ass of yours is so tempting - it's just begging
for a spanking. Over my knees boy!" With that she took off one of her thick
soled shoes and held it in her hand; clearly she was going to strike my ass with
it. "Now I'm going to spank your ass until I'm good and ready to stop and
you're going to stay nice and still over my knees, aren't you boy?"
"Yes Mistress Christy," I replied appropriately. And the spanking began. The
first one was very light as she was clearly an amateur and almost seemed afraid
to hurt me.
"Hit him harder than that!" exclaimed Mistress Cat who was now clearly getting
interested in the scene. "And everytime she strikes you, I expect you to count
and thank her, do you understand slave?"
"Yes Mistress," I whimpered. With that Christy took the shoe as far back and
she could reach and swung down with brute force. WHACK!
"Two! Thank you Mistress Christy!" I screamed in pain. My ass was on fire from
the single, ferocious whack of the wooden-soled shoe. I could only imagine the
imprint it must have left behind. This beating continued for the next several
minutes as she made sure that she made every square inch of my ass bring red. I
started squirming from the pain and that was a mistake.
"That's it! I'm sick of you moving around on my lap. What do we have that we
can restrain him with?"
"Well we have a lot of restraints and toys at home that we could use on him,"
Mistress Cat proclaimed.
"Hmmmm....how do you think we should transport him?" Melissa chimed in. "Shall
we make him go naked?"
"That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?" My worst fears were starting to come
true. They were going to make me go naked in the car to my own house.
"Well we don't want to get in any trouble so let's allow him his boxers and tie
his hands behind his back. He will, of course, have to ride in the trunk."
With that, I was escorted out of the apartment, across the front walkway to the
street where Mistress Cat's trunk awaited me. I was placed in the trunk and my
mouth was taped shut and the trunk was closed. We started driving and I rolled
around in the trunk with every turn, many of which seemed intentionally sharp.
I could hear the three girls laughing in the car as we drove around and after
several minutes I realized that we weren't going directly home. "You better
hope we don't really embarrass you," Michelle laughed out to me. With that the
car stopped and all three of them got out. I was terrified about what they
might do. I heard them walk away from the car and all of a sudden felt very
alone as I lay nearly naked, hands tied behind my back and gagged in a
pitch-black trunk of a car.
