For those into public humiliation nothing beats this story, which appeared in Issue 62 [Jan/Feb 1998].
SHY SLAVE SHAMED INTO OBEDIENCE IN FLORIDA FITNESS CENTER
ORLANDO, FL. My interest in bondage came from childhood and when I reached my twenties there seemed to be no one else who shared my obsession until, finally, I came across a person who described himself as a Master looking for a slave. Although I really didn’t know what was involved, our mutual interest in bondage attracted me to a point of submitting myself full time to his domination
After working out some details with my personal life, I moved in with him and started learning the rules. Looking back, the rules were pretty basic for a live-in slave but at
He kept me in some form of bondage most of the time. On my second day he hung me from a hook in the bathroom ceiling, put a gag in my mouth and shaved me from neck to toes. This was a real shock and I struggled but at the end, it turned out to be a real turn-on. From that point on I was required to shave my body regularly but he did help with some of the hard-to-reach places. And I did shave often since my Master loved to find reasons to punish me and his belief was that the punishment should relate to the crime. Therefore, if I didn’t keep my body perfectly hairless, I was probably setting myself up for having my head shaved.
It was this “punishment that relates to the crime” that brought me to my most humiliating bondage experience. After the first few days of “training” I was getting comfortable with my new role as slave and being kept naked around the house. But I never thought of my feelings and the shock of being viewed by others until I overheard a phone conversation by my Master. He was actually inviting a couple of friends over the next day to see his naked and shaved slave in bondage. My face flushed and my mind raced. My Master was going out with his friends in the afternoon and when they finished they were all coming back to the house to see me.
When he left, my thoughts were of escape but that wasn’t very practical being naked and wearing chains around my wrists and ankles. So while seeking a place to hide, I found a small space behind a cabinet in the garage that I could fit into and probably wouldn’t be discovered. So when I heard my Master and his friends arrive, I quickly hid. I could hear my Master’s anger as he looked for me and finally decided that I must have found a way to take off. His friends didn’t believe him and thought that his story of a live-in slave was just totally made up. This made my Master even more angry and I knew that I would be headed for some real punishment.
After his friends left and I got the courage to come out and face my Master, he was definitely upset. I was seriously bound in a kneeling position with my hands being placed in mitts and chained behind my back and connected to another short chain to my ankle restraints. He also placed a blindfold over my eyes so that I was in complete darkness. He said that I would be left in that position for at least 24 hours and I could see how well I was at hiding now.
I could crawl slowly on my knees but everything else was even more difficult. He kept a bowl of cold oatmeal and a bowl of water on the coffee table for me to feed myself face first into the bowls. The water bowl somewhat washed the oatmeal off my face, but generally, I felt like a mess. He left newspaper on the floor in my bathroom for me to use like a dog since my restraints wouldn’t allow me to sit on the toilet. And sleeping was very uncomfortable and by morning I was begging for forgiveness. Luckily, my Master had a change of heart and let me out of my bondage after only about 14 hours.
But, that was only my punishment for hiding. I didn’t know that he also planned a “punishment that relates to the crime” for not allowing his friends to see me.
I thought my Master had totally forgiven me when he planned to allow me a little freedom with a little trip to our local gay fitness center. I had heard about the 24 hour establishment that used to be an Orlando bath house but because of changes in local laws, it was turned into a gay “spa” of sorts. My Master worked at a local bar and he gave me his membership card and said that the visit was already paid for. All I needed to do was to show the card at the door at 2 am when the bar closed and he would meet me there shortly.
My car was in our driveway on a dark street but it was well lit by flood lights on the garage. He put a pair of my gym shorts and a tee shirt in the trunk of the car. He also left the car keys and the key to unlock my leg chains in the mailbox by the street. Since I was naked, I couldn’t hobble out to the mailbox until the floodlights went off by their outside timer at 1:30 am. I did check to see if I could hit the circuit breaker early but the box was locked. As soon as the flood lights went out I could quickly hobble to the mailbox in the dark for the keys, get the clothes from the trunk and meet him at the fitness center.
Everything went as planned until I got to the inside check-in and presented the membership card. That time of night is real quiet and the young attendant checking me in indicated that he was expecting me. Instead of assigning me a locker, the attendant said that my Master had left instructions that I was to remove my clothes there at the door before receiving my towel to wrap around me. Since the entry door area was dimly lit and there wasn’t anyone else around I timidly removed and handed him my shorts and shirt. He hit the buzzer that unlocked the door into the main room and I entered with the attendant meeting me on the other side. This time the room was well lit but empty of people and I stood there with my hands somewhat covering my shaved cock and balls.
The attendant said that I should relax and put my hands behind my back so he could have a good look at me before giving me my towel. I suddenly realized that this was probably my punishment for the previous night and I would be better off simply showing him my body and getting it over with. It was only one person and the sooner it was over the better. So I did as instructed while the cock ring I was required to wear kept everything up front and made things even worse.
Strangely, the attendant walked behind me and started rubbing my back and playing with my arms and told me not to move until he told me to. Suddenly and unexpectedly I felt the click of handcuffs around my wrists. I said “OOO…SHIT” and my cock immediately became totally hard and sticking straight out. I became flush in the face and my entire body felt a rush of embarrassment that I couldn’t hide especially with my hands firmly chained behind my back. I begged the attendant for a towel and he laughed and said, “I lied, there will be no towel.” I was trapped in a situation I had escaped the night before. But this was worse! This was in public.
I asked the attendant to please release me and he said that my Master had the keys to the handcuffs and I was to simply “enjoy the facilities” until he arrived. At that point I heard people entering the registration entrance and my panic sent me quickly to hide in the locker area. It was well lit and as I heard the men heading towards me I sat sideways on a bench against the wall with my knees raised to hide my still very erect cock. I then put my head on my knees and pretended to be sleeping. I knew it looked strange not being able to hide my handcuffs or my nakedness but at least I wouldn’t face them. Since they thought I was asleep I heard all of the rude comments and joking which made me feel even more humiliated.
As soon as they were gone, I heard more men arrive and looked around for a less conspicuous place to hide. All that I saw was a dimly lit hallway that I figured must lead to the rest of the building. Before the next group of men could reach the lockers, I quickly dashed to the hall hoping that a dark hiding place would appear. It was dimly lit but unfortunately it ended at a group of men standing at the area preceding the hot tub deck. All the men were covered either in shorts or a towel and there I stood, totally naked with a cock sticking straight out and my hands cuffed behind my back. My shaved body made me feel even more naked.
I felt every eye on me and I wanted to ask for someone to please cover me, but I was too embarrassed to talk. I wanted to exit into the dark hot tub area but the heavy glass door swung inwards and I couldn’t get it open. Hearing other men coming down the hall, I simply faced a corner hiding my erection but displaying my naked backside and cuffed hands.
I knew it looked dumb but I had to fund a place to think for a few minutes. As I was standing there, facing the corner, I heard my Master’s voice say “turn around and look at me.” I did as he said and he was with his friends from the previous night.
He said “I told you I have a slave.” My head was bowed in humility and hoping that the ordeal was soon to be over. My Master asked if I was enjoying myself and had I learned my lesson. I said “Yes Sir!” and started begging to be released and get my clothes back from the attendant.
That last part wasn’t good since my begging indicated that I hadn’t accepted my role as his naked slave so he looked a little angry and began a short lecture. The lecture basically said that since I still wasn’t accustomed to my public nakedness he was going to leave me there longer, maybe a day or two if needed, until I understood my position in life. He would leave the key with the attendant and the attendant would unlock me when I understood my role enough to walk up to the front counter in bright lights, kneel and beg to be displayed for all who enter.
“When you have displayed yourself to his satisfaction, he will release you to come home. But,” my Master warned, “don’t wait too long since the attendant will go home with the key after his shift and you will have to stay until he returns for his shift tomorrow. The other attendants will be informed of your punishment and will watch over you, but only the one attendant has the key to release you.”
This was a very frightening blow and I still couldn’t force myself to head into the bright lights of the counter area. My dick was still rock hard, probably from the tight cock ring, and I was trying everything I could think of to have it relax. If my cock relaxed, I could probably get the courage to go up front.
At that point I noticed that the dark hall led into a well lit room filled with tables and fully dressed men playing pool. But on the other side of that room was a dark room lit only by the glow of a television set. So, after getting the courage to boldly walk through the game room, I took refuge in the television lounge until I figured out my next step.
Instead of furniture, the television lounge was lined on all four walls with a carpeted raised area to sit. Kind of like a continuous bench. There were several men laid out on this bench sleeping or watching the TV half dazed. The bench was very narrow and raised well off the floor. When I sat with my back and cuffed hands against the wall, I couldn’t bring my legs up to hide myself. I tried to turn and lay on my side or my belly but I couldn’t do that with such a narrow bench and my hands cuffed so I couldn’t brace myself. So, there I sat, totally naked with my hairless body, a chain collar padlocked around my neck, a large cockring holding a huge hard-on and no way to cover myself, embarrassed and trying to find a solution to my situation.
A big surprise came next that I don’t think even my Master had anticipated. In a manner, I was quietly raped. I felt the stare of one of the men laying on the bench across from me. As he pierced me with his eyes he was rubbing himself under his towel. I wanted to escape, but I was at the end of the building. He quietly approached me and with one hand pressing me against the wall so I couldn’t get up, he started sucking my hard cock. At first it felt good, then I suddenly realized that the other men in the room had all woken up to watch the show. I started to wonder if any of the men were undercover vice cops. I knew that a bold sexual act in public such as this was illegal and I pictured myself being taken to jail, naked and already cuffed. How would I explain the situation? I’m sure that the attendant wouldn’t admit having the cuff key or having any involvement. And arrest records are public property. What if the news media got hold of the story?
Suddenly, even while fearing the worst, I had one of the most intense climaxes of my life. And trying to do it quietly was another challenge since it was very difficult to hold my moans of extreme pleasure. My “rapist” swallowed all of my cum, looked into my eyes, kissed my cheek and walked away. I looked down in the dim light and my hard-on was finally relaxing. It still looked big and plump from the strain of the cockring but at least it wasn’t sticking straight out. So after composing myself, I finally got the courage to go up to the counter and face my fate. But, one more embarrassing detail hit when I passed through the lighted game room: My dick was still wet and slimy from the blow job. Panic struck again and I headed for the men’s room. Since I still couldn’t use my hands, I tried rubbing my dick against a roll of toilet paper. It helped some but it was still obvious what I had been doing.
Fearing that the attendant might be leaving soon or (gasp) have already left, I found the courage to head up front. Since it was now almost dawn, the place was quiet and I did as instructed. I got down on my knees, bowed my head and begged the attendant to be viewed by others. He said that my Master would be pleased and I should now face the entrance door for all who arrived. It wasn’t long before men started coming in for their early morning workouts before they headed to their jobs. After the long night’s ordeal, I was ready to finish my punishment.
The first man came in, took a good look at me on my knees and made a few comments about my body. I simply said “thank you” and kept looking at the floor. The next couple of men asked the attendant about my situation and he explained jokingly. The same question came from the next couple of men but they asked the attendant if they could “feel me.” The attendant said, “sure, touch anywhere you like.”
The men rubbed my body and played with my dick and balls until I got another erection and there I was, as feared, being viewed with my cock pointing straight out. What was even worse, one of the men bent me over and spread my legs to see my ass hole. As he did this, other men arrived and I became the center of attention. Finally, when someone suggested sticking something up my ass, the attendant stepped in and broke the group up.
I was released but not without one final humiliation: My Master had taken my clothes home with him and left a new “slave uniform” for me to wear. He then handed me a folded up shirt and a cigarette box. The top was a very tight and short tee shirt that barely covered my nipples and had “naked slave in training” printed on the front and back. I asked the attendant about shorts to wear since I couldn’t go home in only a cut-off tee shirt. He told me it was in the cigarette box. To my shock the box contained a thin, nylon g-string. It was like something a male stripper might wear: the front was a very small, gray striped pouch that fit like a cap over my genital area and this was connected by an elastic string to a very small back that simply covered my butt crack but nothing else.
I begged the attendant for something else to wear, maybe something from their “lost and found box” or even a towel that I would return to him later. But, no chance, as he picked up a pair of scissors and threatened to trim a little more off the uniform. Fearing the loss of whatever clothes I had, I left quickly. Since the sun had already come up, I received several rude and joking comments from people as I headed quickly to my car. But, once in the car, I drove very slowly and carefully and made it home to a very amused Master.
This was the most intense sexually-oriented experience of my life, and even though I was very angry at the time, I’ve learned to look back on it with pleasure. The lesson I learned brought me closer to my Master and we stayed together for almost two years. And during those two years my Master continued to creatively punish me but never to the degree I’ve described. But, part of the reason for that was due to the lesson I learned: Always please your Master without question or hesitation.
Good lesson to learn for any would-be slave.
Posted by: bdsmjack | October 15, 2015 at 04:36 PM