Usual protocol, a mixer before the festivities, when at 8pm, a gong would sound, and the men would have ten minutes to strip to thongs or panties/stockings, whichever their preference.
THIS time, about fifteen minutes prior, the Prime Mistress, Fiona, stood up on a chair and called for silence.
"Okay, listen up ... tonight we have something special planned, we're calling it circuit training. Five other Mistresses and myself are going to take over this main room, and two small ones... and set up stations. Number 1, for five minutes OTK, on a timer. Then Male 1 moves to station two, while Male 2 comes in to Number 1. Station 2, twenty swats with a tawse, 15 seconds apart, which is five minutes. Male 1 moves to station 3, Male 2 to station 2, Male 3 comes in to Station 1 etc. Station 4, twenty swats hard paddle, spaced 15 seconds apart. Station 5, twenty cane strokes, spaced 15 seconds apart. Station 6, in the green room over there, tied to the wall, 20 whip strokes, 15 seconds apart. Station 7, in the blue room ... five minutes of hard pegging. You may call RED at any time during the circuit. If you call red before the end of Station 5, you get a black wrist band ...LOSER. If you finish 5, but don't start and finish 6, you get a yellow band, 3rd place. If you finish 6 but don't start or finish 7, you get a white band, 2nd place. If you finish 7, you get a red band ... winner winner chicken dinner,and a choice of prizes. There CAN be more than one winner ... but heh I doubt there'll be all that many. SO, in order to participate, at the gong coming up very soon, you must strip NAKED ... no thongs, panties, stockings, no chastity devices ... NAKED. Then you'll report back here, and stand in formation. You'll have til 8:15, then we'll have a drawing for position, 1st 2nd third, whatever. If you don't want to participate, have other plans, whatever, you know there's four other rooms to play in. Might be cramped or crowded, but you know, tough titties." And she squeezed her own for effect.
The gong sounded.
We (men) went to the locker room to strip and put away our clothes.
By 8:15, eleven naked men were in the Common, standing in two horizontal lines, at attention, hands behind our back.
"Okay, more volunteers than I expected. I'm going to hand out tickets, doubled like raffle tickets. Keep one, put the other in the bag."
She went along the line, handing out tickets, and we did as told.
She went to one wall and stood, and reached in the bag. "As I call the first number, come here and stand RIGHT HERE, then the next guy behind him and so on."
She started calling numbers. I was ... dead last.
"Okay, we're ready. The Mistresses are at their stations as you can see, I'll be at the whipping station 'hee hee'. I hope you all will join me in your turn. BEGIN!"
N-1 went to Anna, over her lap, and she laid a hairbrush onto his bottom that had him yelling.
BONG!
N-1 moved to Beth, N-2 moved into Anna.
They screamed as strap and hairbrush hit naked flesh.
BONG!
N-1 moved to Cindy, N-2 to Beth, N-3 started with Anna.
The sounds of paddle, strap, and hairbrush striking flesh filled the air as did the men's vocalizations.
BONG!
N-1 moved to Dale, N-2 to Cindy, N-3 to Beth, N-4 started with Anna.
Hairbrush and strap and paddle and cane struck naked flesh.
N-1 screamed RED after 16 strokes. He was out.
BONG!
N-2 moved to Dale, N-3 to Cindy, N-4 to Beth, N-5 started with Anna.
Cane, strap, paddle and hairbrush struck flesh.
Men screamed.
N-2 called RED after 9 strokes. N-3 called RED after 15 paddle swats. They were out.
Bong!
By the time I was at the head of the line (last man standing),
N-10 was just getting started with Anna, N-9 was with Beth, N-8 with Cindy, N-7 with Dale.
N-6 had made it past Dale, but declined to go to Fiona.
N-4 called RED at the end of the paddling, N-5 called RED after 8 cane strokes
BONG!
N-10 moved to Beth, N-9 to Cindy, N-8 to Dale, and N-7 called RED after 18 cane strokes. I moved in, over Anna's lap.
I got my five minutes of OTK.
Meanwhile, N-8 called RED after 7 cane strokes.
BONG!
N-9 moved to Dale, N-10 to Cindy, I moved to Beth.
I got my twenty strokes of the tawse.
BONG!
N-9 took the twenty cane strokes, but shook his head when told to go to Fiona. He was out.
N-10 moved to Dale, I moved to Cindy.
I got my twenty swats with a paddle.
BONG!
N-10 moved to Fiona. I moved to Dale.
I got my twenty cane strokes.
N-10 called RED after 11 whip strokes.
BONG!
I got up, and Dale pointed me to where Fiona was.
She smiled grimly, and had me stand, facing the wall, and tied my hands up above me.
I got the twenty whip strokes, while screaming.
BONG!
She stopped. "Well, you're getting a white band. Ready to continue?" she said, untying me.
"In for a penny, in for a pound," I said, groaning.
"That way," she said, pointing to the Blue Room.
I went in, where Gabby waited, with a very large dildo strapped around her waist. She stood, evilly smiling, and pointed at the .... for me to bend over.
I did. She got behind me, generously applied lube between my cheeks, and slipped the monster in ...
I groaned and grunted as she pushed it all the way in, pulled it out, pushed it in faster and out, and in even faster, then out.....
I started sobbing, screaming, "My ass GOD MY ASS..."
BONG!
She stopped and pulled out, and patted my bottom affectionately.
"Get up, you you WINNER you."
I stood up with a groan, clutching my buttocks.
She led me into the Commons, and Fiona held up my hand.
"We have a Gold Band winner! Well, it's red, but you know."
<applause>
She took my arm down, and put a red band on my wrist.
"SO, the prizes ..."
"A big bottle of Bactine and a box of band-aids?" I mumbled.
She chuckled. "You have a choice of ... a ninety-minute session with the Mistress, one of us seven, of your choice, at a time and date for you and her to figure out, in a scene designed by you, whatever your fantasy is .... if you want 90 minutes of non stop OTK, or non-stop pegging, or anything in between, whatever floats your boat...."
"Or?" I asked.
"Right now, tied down to a chair, hands behind your back, for a very long session of tease and denial... total time determined by a random number generator, no less than twenty minutes, no more than sixty, with a happy ending for you, unless ... you know ... you should cum before the end, which would be a less-happy ruined orgasm for you."
"Huh."
"OR ... a pass good for free admittance to three of these parties of your choice, valid for one year ..."
I said, "I'll take the pass for free admittance."
She looked at me in some surprise, and said, "Okay, I'll go get one printed up." She walked away, and announced to the participants, "Your nudity is no longer required. You may go dress as you would usually dress for this party, put on your panties or thongs, chastity devices if you use them... basically as you would be if we didn't have this special event. Or, if you like, stay naked."
I stayed naked, and went to the bar for a cold one.
I was sitting on a bar stool on at a towel when she came up to me.
"Well, here's your pass. Frankly, I'm surprised..."
"How so..."
"This third choice was an after thought. I really thought any participant would jump at the first or second choice."
I chuckled. "I have a ...friend, with whom I have a weekly or so date, more or less, who beats me bottom to a bright red, then ties me down for a long session of tease and denial then a happy ending. After which, he fucks my ass really good. So, that prize was ... not special to me."
"And the other...?"
"I come to these parties and get good ass beatings, for free. I have a rep as a heavy bottom, and women come looking for me just to see how far they can push my limits. I have a personal 'thing' against paying to play ... I mean, the certificate would mean I don't have to pay for it, but it suggests that without the certificate, I WOULD pay for it. Here, I don't pay for it, no strings attached, the women just enjoy our time together. That's one. Another is, I don't like to outline the scene. That gives me too much control. When I play with whomever, I tell her, or even him, "Do what you like, use what you like, do your worst ... no scene outlining, no limits, and for me, no control. So I don't want to play with a pro-domme when she's being paid for it, in a manner of speaking, even if it's as a prize for winning a contest."
"Well. That being said, what would be your ... dream, fantasy scene?"
"Well, always in a no-control situation. I mean, I strongly believe in consensual spanking, like even though it's a fantasy, I don't believe in parent-child spanking.
But my fantasies involve non consensual spanking..
Such as step-mother or father and step child ...
Or Wife and husband, who entered in a domestic discipline agreement, such that she can spank him whenever, however she chooses.
Or a partner (girl friend or other) who simply enjoys spanking a guy ... until he cries, and being the guy that gets the spankings...
In conjunction with scenes of forced masturbation, cumming before a spanking, or in between spanking sessions, and punishment enemas, like restrained for it, and pegging ...."
"Well ... here's my offer. I tend to be busy at these parties; my dance card fills up quickly. But for the next party you plan to attend, drop me a note to put you on my dance card, and I'll come up with a scene that I think you're heh heh sure to enjoy."
I nodded, and said, "Well, thank you."
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