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I love going out with my friend Stacy. It’s not only that she’s extremely attractive; the kind of woman who when she walks into a room everyone; men, women, young, and old, notice her. It’s also that she’s unpredictable and fun. When we went out a couple of nights ago it was even more shocking, exciting and fun than usual.

We went out with our friend Heather to a club we don’t usually go. Stacy tells us that she is in the mood for something different. She looks fabulous as usual. She’s 5′10″, and in extremely great shape. She teaches aerobics and kick boxing, and spends most of her time at the gym. She’s all in tight black clothing, with a silver necklace and silver ear rings. Heather is looking hot too. She’s a sassy red head, with a mischievious glint in her eye. Like most of us modern day girls about the town, she’s had her fair share of inconsiderate, idiotic boyfriends. Sometimes when things don’t go well she overeats. Long story short, she’s fifteen/ twenty pounds overweight. She’s in Stacy’s classes, so she’s getting in shape and getting her confidence back. Oh and me, my name’s Sarah by the way. I’m pretty hot if I do say so myself. Well let me just put it this way; I was a cheerleader in college (as lame as that sounds) and I’m in better shape now. I get hit on by plenty of men, even if they aren’t always the ones I would like hitting on me.

So anyway, three hot chicks out on the town. The club Stacy takes us to doesn’t seem very promising. Most of the guys are either with girlfriends or they seem a little too old.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” I say “This seems kind of lame.”

“Trust me girls,” Stacy says “I’m sure this will be perfect. Just follow my lead. Tonight’s going to be a little different, but you’ll love it.”

“I’m in.” says Heather.

“If Heather’s in, I’m in.” I say.

Totally out of the blue, this guy Danny appears. Danny is so hot. He’s like a young Brad Pitt with more muscles. No really, he’s that hot. Of course he and Stacy are great freinds with benefits. Stacy says that although he’s totally hot, he’s not the best lover, because “he could try harder.” You’ve got to be fucking kidding, he could try harder with me. After we chat with Danny awhile, Stacy sends him away. What?

“Danny,” she says “look, me and the girls are kind of doing something different tonight. It’s kind of Heathers night, so I don’t mean to kick you out, but I’m kicking you out.” Stacy’s the only woman who would ever say this to Danny by the way, “Look, if everything goes as planned, I would love to go out tomorrow night. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“That’s cool, I was–” he starts to say, but Stacy shoos him away, like a stray bad puppy.

“Leave Danny,” she says “just go.”

I can’t fucking believe it, the only hot guy here, and she sends him away.

“Great, now what?” I say.

“See that guy in the corner, I think that’s who we want.” Stacy says.

“Who?” Heather asks.

“The guy with the blue shirt.” He looks ohhhhkaaay, he’s not Danny, not even close, I’m a little confused.

“I’ll be right back,” Stacy says as she gets up and goes over to the guy. You can tell that the guy is in total shock that someone like Stacy is talking to him. Soon she brings him back.

“Girls, this is Eric. Eric this is Heather, and this is Sarah.” Stacy buys everyone a drink, which is weird because usually guys are ready and willing to buy her drinks and a whole lot else. “So Eric, why were you sitting by yourself?”

“I don’t know.” he says.

“Shouldn’t you try and talk to some women?” He kind of laughs a little, as if this is out of the realm of possibility. It’s funny, he’s not really bad looking, he should try.

“Well hey, you’re with three women now.” Heather says.

“What do you think?” Stacy asks.

“I can hardly believe it. I mean you’re, you women are gorgeous.”

“Isn’t he sweet.” Stacy says. “You know, we’re going to destroy you.”

“Okay.” he says. Did he even hear what she said?

“Do you want me to destroy you?” Stacy asks.

“I don’t know.” he says “I don’t know what that means.”

“I think you do.” Stacy says ” I think you’ll love it.”

What the hell was that all about. There’s a couple of moments of awkward silence. Stacy seems perfectly comfortable though.

“Listen girls and Eric, Eric and girls, I think this evening just might work out. Let’s go to my apartment.” Stacy says. As we’re leaving she whispers to me, “Just go with the flow, we’ll have fun.”

 

 

 

 

We get to Stacy’s apartment, and she makes us each a drink. We start playing truth or dare. What are we in the seventh grade?

“How many men have you been with?” He asks Stacy.

“Fifteen or twenty.” she says.

“How big is your penis?” Heather asks.

“Not that big.” He says.

“How many inches?” Stacy says.

“I don’t know, almost five.”

“Sounds like you know to me.” Heather says, as she laughs.

“Well it’s not big, that’s for sure.” Stacy says. We laugh. He looks down, embarassed.

He dares me to flash my tits. What a little fuck. “Do it Sarah,” Heather says “We’ll get him back.” I go into the bathroom, take off my bra, come back and give him the quickest flash he’s ever had.

“Truth or dare, Eric?” Stacy asks.

“Truth.”

Stacy whispers something to Heather. What is she up to? “Which one of us is the least attractive? And why?” she says.

“I don’t want to answer that.” Eric says.

“It’s your question.” Stacy says.

“Heather. She’s overweight.” he blurts.

“Wow, you didn’t try and get out of that one.” Stacy says.

“I did.”

“Not hard enough.”

“I don’t know what I was supposed to do.”

“It was a test, and you failed. You showed yourself as base and inconsiderate. I guess you have some things to work on.”

“I’m sorry, really I am.” Eric says “I mean who am I to say.”

“Yeah, who are you?” Stacy asks.

“I’m sorry Heather, I’m not exactly good looking.”

“What is that implying?” Stacy attacks.

“Nothing–”

“Maybe you should just shut the fuck up.” Stacy says as if ice is flowing through her veins. I’ve never seen her like this. “Girls, this boy’s gonna pay.”

Eric can’t sit still, and he can’t look at any of us. I feel uncomfortable too, I mean he could of tried harder to not answer the question, but he really was put in a hard place. “Maybe I should leave.” He says.

Stacy laughs, “Eric don’t be silly. This is all just a big game. I told you at the club I was going to destroy you. I mean you couldn’t have thought that would come without some bumps along the way. Are we hot?”

“You’re so hot. I can’t think of three hotter women.” He says.

“Thanks. See, and you’re with us instead of alone. So don’t leave.” Stacy says “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know”

“Cards? Board game? Drinking game?”

“Strip poker?” Heather says.

“Okay.” He says.

“Truth or dare, now strip poker.” I say “We really are in eighth grade.”

“It’ll be fun.” Stacy says. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do, since me and the girls don’t play cards,” that’s a lie “it’ll be the three of us on a team against you.”

“That’s not fair.” Eric says

“Take it, or leave it.”

“Oh, okay, I can’t win if I don’t play.” he says.

“That’s the attitude.”

I don’t know what this idiot is thinking. We play. We each take off our shoes, and Stacy takes off her socks, because we’ve lost four hands. He is down to his boxers.

“I thought you’d be better at cards than this.” Stacy says.

“I guess I’m not lucky tonight.”

“Just wait.” Stacy says. “Maybe you just wanted to take your clothes off in front of three hot girls.”

“Maybe”

“What do you think of him girls?”

“He’s okay.” I say. I don’t want to say anything mean, and really he is okay. A little bit overweight, could use more muscle definition, a little pale. Like I said before he’s not Danny.

“What can a fat girl like me say.” Heather says.

“I’m so sorry about that.” he says “Really, please forgive me.”

“We’ll see.” Heather responds.

“Well let me say, I work at the gym, and in my opinion you could use a lot of work.”

“You’re right.” He says.

Why is this guy staying here?

“Alright let’s play another hand. I want to see this boy’s little dick.” Stacy says as she starts to deal.

“Stacy!” I say, I can’t believe her.

“It’s okay, I bet he’s hard. His little dick is hard.” Stacy says. Heather laughs. “Personally I like a dick about 7 to 9 inches. Five isn’t the worst, but it’s a little small. Maybe he knows how to use his mouth. You know how to eat pussy boy?”

“I think so.”

“If you’re very, very, very lucky, someday I might teach you.” My God, she’s something else.

We actually lose the next hand, and Stacy takes off her shirt. She’s still wearing her bra. “You like my tits?”

“They’re perfect.”

“Thanks, I think this is the time you lose and we see your little useless dick.” She says as she deals. He does lose, and he takes off his boxers. It’s not really that bad, but man does he turn red. Heather laughs. I think more because of his discomfort.

“This isn’t so bad for you.” Stacy says. “This is part of you learning your place in the world, little dicked man, but this is just the beginning. You want to play more cards?”

“He’s naked.” I say “He lost.”

“How about this, the next time you lose you have to do something we say.” He trys to cover up his penis. “And don’t cover that, we won the right to see that.”

“What would I have to do?”

“You’d have to dance for us.” He agrees, we play and he loses. Stacy looks at his discards. “What’s this. You had the cards to win, and you threw them out.”

“Oh, I’m not that good.” He says.

“Maybe you wanted to lose. Maybe you want to do what we say. Admit it.”

“You’re right.” What the hell is this guy about.

“Okay, we won’t even play cards then. You’ll be our little dicked bitch for the night. I mean that’s the game I wanted to play all along anyway. It looks like we’ve got our own little boytoy girls. The first thing your going to do is go into the bathroom get a towel. That can be your prop. Then you’re gonna come out here and give us a little sexy dance, and it better be good.”

 

 

 

 

So this guy Eric is naked in the bathroom and he’s going to come out and give us a dance. Am I the only one who thinks this is strange.

“Should we do this.” I say.

“Of course we should,” says Heather “Hell yes.”

“What do you mean?” Stacy asks.

“I mean isn’t this wrong.” I say “Aren’t we being cruel.”

“We’re not forcing Slutboy to do anything he doesn’t want to do. He loves it.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Come out here slutboy.”

“Stacy.”

“I mean Eric.” She says with a smirk on her face.

Eric comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waste.

“Are you ready to dance for us?” Stacy asks.

“Sure.”

“You want to do this?” I ask.

“What?” he says.

“We’re not forcing you to do anything against your will?” Stacy asks.

“No.” he says, and looks down.

“It’s okay.” Stacy says “I’ll tell you what, we’ll give you safe words. If we ask you to do something you’re not sure of, or if things are getting too intense, say ‘yellow,’ like the yellow traffic light. If you want us to say ‘red,’ like the red light. Got it?”

“Sounds good.” he says.

“But I think, and correct me if I’m wrong,” Stacy says “But I think you’re just a little dicked sissy bitch who likes it when women boss him around and put him in his place.”

Heather cracks up laughing at this, and all he can do is look down. What the hell. Why doesn’t he just get his stuff and leave? “In that case let’s see you dance.” Stacy says, as she starts the music. What happens next is the most pathetic display of dancing I’ve ever seen. He starts out by doing the whole Saturday Night Fever thing, but he’s not even in rythm. Then he fails miserably at the moonwalk. We sarcastically whoop and holler.

“Take it off big boy!” Heather yells “Take it off.”

“No please.” I say, under my breath. This cracks Stacy up. He tries to tease us, by slowly revealing himself behind the towel. Then he throws the towel and knocks a vase off Stacy’s shelf.

“Oh shit.” he says. Luckily the vase doesn’t break. He stops.

“Don’t stop.” Heather says “Shake it! Shake that ass.” He tries to shake, but let’s just say he leaves a lot to be desired.

“Stop! Stop!” Stacy says laughing “That was possibly the worst, least sexy dancing in the history of man.” For some reason this idiot has a huge grin on his face. “Let’s try something different. Okay come a little closer and get down on your knees.” He does what she says. “Do something about that little thing between your legs. Make it hard.” Heather leans forward to watch.

“Oh my God.” I say. I can’t take it. I go into the kitchen to get another drink. “You guys want another drink?” I ask. They do.

I can hear Stacy from the kitchen. “Okay, now I want you to imagine that you’ve got a hot girl in front of you and you’re gonna fuck her brains out doggy style. I want to see what you’ve got; how you fuck. Yeah that’s it, start fuckin’ her.”

 

 

 

 

When I come back into the living room with our drinks, he sure enough is fucking his imaginary woman.

“Oh you nasty boy.” Stacy says “Is that the face you make when you fuck? It’s just blank. You’re fuckin’ this chick good, let’s see your fuck face.” He scrunches up his face, and opens his mouth. We all laugh. I can barely watch this, but it is hilarious. “You’re not constipated.” Stacy says “My God, just go back to the blank face. And that’s the laziest excuse for fucking. Stop. Stop. Have you ever even had sex?”

“Of course.” he snaps offended.

Heather laughs. “Okay, okay. So sensitive.” Stacy says “Let’s try something different. Turn around and face away from us. We don’t want to see your face anyway. Now lay down on your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows. That’s it. Now you’re gonna pretend that you’re fucking a girl under you.”

This idiot starts to go at it as if his life depended on it.

“No. No. No.” Stacy says “You don’t just start fucking that fast. You have to start slow and work into it.” He slows down. “There you go. I think you need some lessons in fucking. If you’re a good boy and pass tonights tests I might give you some lessons tomorrow night. Just keep fucking for now.”

“This is kind of boring.” Heather says “Watching his pale ass move up and down.” We all laugh. We all start to talk about different boys, and almost even forget about Eric. After about ten minutes we hear, “Red. Red.”

Stacy whispers to me, “I won’t make him do it any more, but I’m going to give him a hard time.”

“What’s wrong?” Stacy asks him.

“I have to stop.” He says.

“That was only a little over five minutes. Is that all you can fuck?”

“No, but there really wasn’t a woman.”

“Um, Okay. So now what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” He says.

“Do you want to go home?” Stacy asks “Be by yourself as usual.”

“No.”

“Well this isn’t a good start. I said I’d give you lessons in fucking tomorrow night if you could pass tonight’s tests, then this.”

“Please give me another chance.”

“Yeah, give him another chance.” I say. What can I say, I feel sorry for the guy.

“Okay look.” Stacy says “You’re lucky Sarah is on your side. She always has sympathy for pathetic creatures. You interupted our conversation. I want you to stay on your knees and masturbate, but don’t cum. If you are about to cum, tell us, and stop.

We continue our conversation. I try not to look at this guy stroking his thing. After awhile Stacy goes to her bedroom and comes back with an 8 inch dildo and a harness. “What’s more impressive, my dildo, or his real thing?”

“Oh definently your dildo. Heather says.

“I know you’re not a lesbian, but would you rather he fucked you, or I fucked you with this? You’ve seen how he fucks.”

“I think I’d rather you gave it to me.” Heather says.

“What about you, Sarah?” Stacy asks.

“No comment.” I say.

“Me fuck you long time, baby” Stacy says in her best Asian hooker accent (so wrong) and we all laugh.

Stacy walks up to Eric with the dildo in her hand. “Keep stroking yourself slut boy.” She says. She starts slapping him across the face with the dildo. He opens his mouth. “Oh slut. You want to suck my dildo? I love it when little dicked sluts like you suck on my big dildo. If you’re a good little submissive wanker boy, I might make you my slave, and after I’ve trained you I’ll pimp you out to Heather. I’m sure she’ll have fun dominating you. I don’t mean to brag, but I bet you never thought you could have a mistress as hot as me.”

“No. I never did.”

“This is just the beginning slut-” just then he cums. He catches most with his hand, but a drop gets on the floor. “What the hell is this?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I told you not to cum.”

“I know, I’m soo sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“That’s two strikes. You’ve really fucked up.

“I’m-”

“Don’t talk. Words can’t get you out of trouble mister. You’re in for punishment. You will be spanked and beaten.”

“I-”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t say ‘yellow’ either, because I will not let up on you. You can say ‘red’ and I’ll stop, and I’ll take you back to the bar, and you can get on with your pathetic lonely life. I’ll even be nice doing it, but our relationship will be over. This is your last chance. Now get up. Wait, first lick your hand clean. Lick that cum off of it.”

We watch as he licks his hand. I’ve never seen Stacy like this, and I’m almost scared.

“You’ll pay dearly for that spot on the carpet. Now get up. I want you on your knees, on the that chair, facing backward, and grab the top of the headrest.”

 

 

 

Eric is kneeling on the chair with his back to us, waiting to be punished. I can’t believe this guy. I guess I’ve heard that there were men like this, but I can’t believe Stacy was able to find him so easily.

“Sarah you go first.” Stacy says “Give him twenty good spanks.”

“No, that’s okay,” I say “I’ll pass.”

“Sarah you have to.” Stacy says “It’s really important to me that he understands that he’s disrespected us all, and that he understands that he’s beneath us all.”

“Come on” Heather says.

I go up and give his ass a little slap.

“Wait, wait, harder than that.” Stacy says “Think of how this pathetic worm has been strutting around all night fully nude. Really let him have it.”

I hit him harder.

“Hey idiot.” Stacy says. What now? “Slut boy don’t you even know how to take a spanking?”

“Sorry.” he wimpers. What a loser. I kind of want to give it to him now.

“Present that sorry ass. Stick it out, and make it a nice target. I can’t believe you didn’t even know that. You’re so pathetic, I would of thought you’d have taken many spankings.” He does as she says and pushes his ass out. “We’ll start again. Sarah go ahead and give this fuck twenty good spanks.” I lay into him. After about ten spanks, Stacy tells me to switch to the other side of his ass. I do my best to make this side hurt as much as the other side. I’m into it. As I’m finishing, Heather comes out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon. “That’s a great idea Heather.” Stacy says laughing. She puts her face close up to Eric’s face. “Heather’s gonna beat you with a spoon.” Then she whispers something to Heather, and Heather nods.

“Stick that ass out idiot!”

Heather whacks one side, then the other, then the other, then the other, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Then she aims lower, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

“Now harder.” Stacy says.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! “Owww, owww, oh that hurts.” He says.

“Shut up! Don’t tell us it hurts.” Stacy says “We’re not stupid. We know it hurts, it’s supposed to. Make it hurt Heather.”

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

“Last two.” Heather says. She swings her arm back and really lets him have it. He collapses forward. “Pretty good for a fat girl.

“I’m so sorry I said that.” He says.

“One more.” Stacy says “Present that ass.” Heather gives him one more good one. “Okay stand up.” Stacy says “I want you standing in the corner. Put your hands up on the back of your head and take a little rest, but don’t move your hands. The warm up is over. My turn is next, and it will be a lot worse for you.”

We go to the kitchen and get another drink. Stacy goes to her room and comes back with a long paddle made of leather.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“It’s my strap.” Stacy says smiling “This isn’t the first time I’ve spanked someone.” She takes a sip of her drink. “He’s had enough rest time. Let’s go.” Stacy has us bring him into her bedroom. She has towels spread out on her bed. She makes him lie face down on the bed. “Sarah, you hold down his arms, Heather you hold down his legs. Slutboy, I’m going to beat you with my strap for five minutes. I want to make you cry. Then I’m going to give you another painful test. Finally, I will humiliate you, and show you your place. If you pass these three tests you can become my slave, which only means more abuse and humiliation. But that’s what you want. Okay Sarah, please keep track of the time for me. Tell me when I have four minutes, three minutes, and so on.”

 

 

 

We’re holding Eric down. Stacy’s strap is poised in mid air. Swish. It cuts through the air and smashes into him. Stacy hits him three times on the top part of his ass one right after the other, then three times in the middle, three times on the lower part, then back up to the top. She keeps doing this. She’s going very fast.

“Four minutes left.” I say.

“Heather, please spread his legs. Thank you.” She wacks the inside of one thigh, then the inside of the other thigh. Back and forth, and she’s hitting him hard.

“Three minutes to go.”

Stacy goes back to beating his ass. She’s not going as fast now, but she’s hitting him harder.

“Two minutes to go. He’s crying.” Stacy doesn’t let up, she just becomes more intense.

“It’s very important that he understands I can and will hurt him, and make him cry. Then hurt him more.”

“Why doesn’t he fight back?” I ask.

“Well, I’d kick his ass.” That’s true. She is a black belt in karate, and she teaches kick boxing. “But I don’t have to, because he’s born inferior to me and he knows it.”

“One minute to go.” Now his face is all scrunched up and red. Stacy takes mercy and slows down.

“Oh, look at his face.” Heather says “Poor boy.”

“Time’s up” Me and heather let go and he curls up in the fetal position.

Stacy gently runs her hand through his hair. “Oh baby, I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job taking your beating. You’re gonna be such a good slave for me. Just rest now. We have two more tests, but you’re almost there. Then tomorrow night I’m going to give you lessons in fucking. Just rest, and we’ll be back.” We leave him on the bed and go back into the living room. We let him rest for a half hour. I never noticed it before, but Stacy has an umbrella rack with many long nasty canes in it. She grabs one and we head back to the bedroom. “Eric, I’ve got my cane. I’m only going to give you six strokes with it, but they will hurt. I know you don’t want to have come this far, just to fail when you’re almost done, so get up. Stand about two feet from the wall. Now reach up, and put your hands on the wall. Good. Spread your feet apart a little more. That’s it. Now stick that ass out. Remember this position for the future. Now you’re gonna ask for each stroke. Say ‘Mistress Stacy I’m ready for my - then the number - stroke.’ Got it?”

“Yes” he says.

“Okay, whenever you’re ready.”

“Stacy, I’m ready for my first stroke.”

The cane whistles through the air and leaves a nasty mark on his butt. “Not good slut boy. You didn’t say ‘Mistress.’ We’ll have to start again.”

“Shit.” Whistle smack.

“Don’t curse.”

“Mistress Stacy I’m ready for my first stroke.” Whistle SMACK. Stacy goes on and gives him five more strokes.

“Now come with me.” Stacy says “I really want you to understand your place in relation to me and the contempt I have for you.” Stacy drags him to the bathroom. “Get in the bath tub. Lay down on your back.” As he’s laying down, Stacy takes off her pants. Then she takes off her panties. She steps into the tub, one foot on either side of his head. “Look at my pussy. You want it?”

“Yes. Oh yes.”

“You want to lick it for hours and hours? You want me to cum on your face?”

“Yes, please.”

“I bet you do, but not tonight. Now keep looking and open your mouth. This is what you are to me.” Then Stacy starts peeing right in his face. “Drink it slut boy. You’re my toilet. Drink up.” She pees in his mouth, as he sputters and coughs. Stacy gets out of the tub. “Rinse yourself off in the shower, then put these on bitch. Stacy throws her panties at him and leaves the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom wearing the panties.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen. You want lessons in fucking?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Okay. We’ll take you home. You will wear the panties all day tomorrow. By 8 pm tomorrow night I want you in the same bar I got you in tonight. You must be sitting on the same stool at the end of the bar. I know someone there, and they’ll tell me if you were there on time. You have to sit there until I show up. I might come in at 8:15, I might come in just when they are going to close. You can’t leave the stool for any reason short of the place is on fire. My friend wil tell me if you cheat. I want you to know this, when I do arrive I’m going to slap you across the face hard. Think of that as you wait. Then I’ll give you lessons in fucking. Then the next day I’ll start training you. It’s going to be great, for me at least.”

  

  

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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