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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
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My Unusual Birthday Party
(Follows “My unusual weekend” and
acts as final installment of the “Unusual” series. Hints at what may
happen in the future, which belongs to females. Diane, Joan and the
gang continue Jack’s education).
It was late November of my
senior year in high school. The football season had just ended. I was a
second-string linebacker who saw a lot more action than last year. I
started the last game, blocking an extra-point attempt.
Diane,
my 16-year-old girlfriend, and her cousins and best friends Tess and
Leslie, also 16, along with their younger sisters, 13-year-olds Joan,
Joyce and Stacie, were in attendance.
The six girls rooted for
me, of course, but it was for a different reason. All of us were
spending the night at Aunt Helen’s house. Leslie and Stacie are her
daughters and they planned to spend the next day – a Saturday –
celebrating my 18th birthday, which was on Sunday.
I met them in the parking lot after the game. We all climbed into Helen’s van for the short ride to her home.
Helen, one of three sisters, which included Diane’s mom Ethel and Tess’
mom Dorothy, was firmly in the corner of the female-led relationship.
In fact, she was also on the ranch, where I was invited to stay for the
month of July.
(Reading “My Unusual Summer” provide details of that trip).
All six girls were being trained in the ways of a female-led
relationship and they all knew this could the last day of its kind for
a while.
Turning 18 at midnight, I would suddenly become an
adult and subject to an entirely new set of laws governing underage
activity. I could literally spend years in jail, even when things were
consensual.
Diane had arranged this party so that the girls
could get one final experience of being in control. I had long since
given in and readily obeyed their orders, especially Diane’s.
As we arrived at Helen’s home, Diane ordered me to strip naked right
there in the driveway. I was shocked she didn’t wait until we were
inside, instead surprising me with the command.
My face turned red and the embarrassed feeling flowed through me, making my dick stand at attention.
Joan pointed at my crotch, saying “Wow, you are pretty excited about being naked in front of six girls, aren’t you?”
I lowered my head in shame, giving her a slight nod.
“Then hurry up and strip,” Stacie said. “I can’t wait to see it.”
I looked over at Helen and all she did was fold her arms across her chest, looking impatient.
I stripped for them, without much fanfare. I threw my clothes on the ground and covered myself.
“Nope, not ever!” Joyce said, walking up to me and slapping my hands away from my dick.
“March,” ordered Diane and we went inside.
Diane ordered me to face a corner of the living room with my hands on
the top of my head. The girls then each took a seat in the room, from
where they could keep an eye on me and discuss things openly.
Helen brought in a round of drinks for the girls and took the rocking chair closest to me.
Diane spoke.
“As we all know, once Jack turns 18, he’ll be out of reach for most of
us. That means we have to treat him as an adult and he stays dressed.
But I do have some good news. It’s OK for him to preform all his
regular duties on the ranch in July. It’s private property and is a
registered educational center. So, there’s that.”
Helem interrupted.
“Excuse me Diane dear, but please note we need to get a written permission slip from him once he turns 18.”
“That’s right Auntie, and we’ll make sure he gets that chance on Sunday. For now, though, he’s still under our command.”
They continued talking among themselves. Laughter filled the room on
several occasions and that never made me feel good. My embarrassment
caused me to feel completely different about how I felt serving these
six girls (and Helen) and it felt good. I was proud of the way I was
able to follow their orders and really thrived with Joan as my trainer.
Diane and I were very close, of course, but Joan and I also had a close
relationship that was more about teamwork, even if she thought she had
a crush on me. That had to remain unrequited. She understands what it
means to be close as trainer and trainee and it’s different than a
sexually-charged relationship.
I spent an hour in the corner
before Diane summoned me to the center of the living room. She looked
into my eyes and smiled, then studied my naked body, still a little
sore after the football game. I was aware of six other set of eyes
ogling me from all sides. That just made me feel even more vulnerable
and helpless.
“OK, here are the rules for tonight and
tomorrow,” Diane began. “First, there is to be no touching, except for
Joan in her duty as trainer. From here on, we’re on the ranch and will
follow ranch protocol. Let’s all get some sleep since we have a long
day tomorrow.”
With the exception of Joan, the girls dispersed
to various areas of the house. Joan had me drop to my knees, my hands
still on my head. She had me drink a full glass of water through a
straw and then threw a blanket in front of me and wished me a good
night.
End of Part I
My Unusual Birthday Party Part II
(The celebration continues with a full schedule of activity designed to help Jack realize what is in store.)
Joan took advantage of her role as trainer to awaken me by pulling on my dick at 6 a.m.
“Hey, my good boy, are you ready for your big day?” she whispered in my
ear and causing my body to fill with tingles and the warm feeling I got
every time one of them uttered the words ‘good boy’ to me.
“Yes, Miss Joan,” I gasped. “I am ready.”
She had me kneel in front of her while she attached a collar around my
neck and hooked a leash on the front bolt. Then she tugged at the leash
and I automatically stood up and stood behind her. She rested the leash
on her shoulder, and using her little finger to drag me along.
We walked out of the living room, into the kitchen and out into the
backyard. I nearly resisted going outside. I was naked, of course, and
the idea of this young teenage girl pulling me out in the open sent
chills through me. It was another in a long line of humiliating acts I
endured as Joan’s submissive.
She relished the role as
female-in-charge and got excited at my reactions. She liked how red my
face got and how hard my dick got. She dropped the leash, grabbed my
cock and led me to the side of the house. Joan got behind me, wrapped
her arms around my waist and grabbed the base of my dick. Then she
instructed me to pee, letting her guide the flow.
My
embarrassment reached a new level as this girl, just 13, took complete
charge of my bodily function. That made it clear I had no say in my own
life. Everything belonged to her. But this was teamwork and I fell into
line immediately. I wasn’t about to question her authority.
Besides, I could still get punished until midnight and I know Diane would make it the most humiliating task possible.
When I was finished peeing, Joan shook my dick, which always responded
to her touch. Despite the age difference, I enjoyed her dominance as
much as her touch and wanted very much to please her.
Joan had
me water the garden, which ran along the whole side of the house and
yard. There were fences in the backyard, but it would be easy for the
neighbors to see anything that went on there. That made me rather
uneasy as I went about my morning chores, which also included watering
the lawn and cleaning up the picnic area. The only coverage I had was
when we were on the patio. The large umbrella covered a small area and
Joan kept me moving so I couldn’t hide very long on the patio.
My next assignment was making a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and
orange juice for seven girls. By the time I was ready to serve, all of
them were in their seats in the dining area. I had poured the juice
ahead of time and was serving two plates at a time, first to Aunt
Helen, followed by Diane. Then I served Tess, Leslie, Joyce and Stacie.
Joan was still supervising me and had me prepare her plate. I
accompanied her to her seat, pulling the chair out for her and guiding
it back in. Joan then wrapped the leash around her chair and began
eating without saying anything.
There was quite a bit of
conversation around the table and none of them were shy about
discussing my nudity, my submissiveness and what events to which they
were looking forward in participating.
I had to stand there,
with nowhere to hide, while the girls discussed various topics. Tess
and Leslie felt a little down that this could be the last time they saw
me like this. Stacie nudged Leslie and I heard her say “but remember
who has the key.” I had no idea to what she was referring.
The
girls emptied all their leftovers into a dog bowl that was set at the
head of the table, although no chair occupied that spot. I had a
feeling what was going to play out and I was right. I was allowed to
stand and eat the contents of the bowl without using my hands. I had to
finish every morsel. The girls were thoroughly entertained at the mess
I made of myself.
Everyone but Joan (she was already dressed)
and I went off to dress for the day. Joan grabbed my leash and dragged
me outside, where she ran the water from the outside tap, having me lie
on the ground as she splashed cold water on my face. She had me turn
over so that I was on my back and ran her watery hands up and down my
body. She did not miss a spot.
Joan had me lie on my stomach
in the middle of the lawn. She pounded a short pole into the ground and
wrapped my leash around it. She said I could walk in circles around the
pole as long as I was on all fours. That’s where she left me, slapping
my ass on the way into the house.
The girls met with Helen
inside the house, though they had a view of their ‘pet’ while meeting.
It was part of their education in female-led relationships. To keep
myself busy, I walked around the pole on all fours to ease the boredom,
which only emphasized my position in this dynamic and impressed upon me
that I was under their control even when left alone.
Their
meeting completed, all of them raced outside, some with water, others
with sandwiches. Tess fed me the sandwiches and Leslie poured the water
into my mouth.
Joan wheeled out a Red Flyer wagon and
attached the handle to my waist using rope. It was like my position as
horseman at the ranch, though the girls were riding in the wagon.
“And since you’re not going to need your hands, I’m going to tie them behind your back,” Joan said.
As she worked the ropes around my wrists, I couldn’t help but feel in
tune with her as I did on the ranch. We were in tune, as if Diane owned
my body and Joan owned my mind. I wanted to please both girls.
I also realized pleasing any girl would please Diane and Joan. It gave
me a sense of purpose and pride, always enforced with positive sayings.
Diane got the first ride. Joan came around in front, making sure I was
still hard, then she whispered in my ear: “Make me proud pretty boy.”
She slapped my ass to get me going and I was glowing from her voice.
The girls had set up a short course around the yard and I was to trot
around it twice for each girl.
I was concerned about my
exposure, as the girls didn’t mind making a lot of noise while I hauled
them around the yard. I didn’t dare look to see if anyone from the
neighborhood were watching the exercise.
After each turn, my
passenger would rub my cheek, give me a cup of cold water and tell me
what a “good boy” I was being. It felt so rewarding to be called a good
boy and I tried harder with each passenger. Even Helen stroked me,
making me feel like I was in the perfect place.
Afterward,
everyone but my trainer went inside to get ready for dinner. Joan
untied the wagon but left my hands tied. She took my leash and guided
me to the garden hose. I stood there as she sprayed cold water over my
body. She also held the hose so I could drink out if it.
She
led me back to the pole, where I was hooked up, still with my hands
behind me. I could do little more than sit cross-legged while the girls
prepared for the rest of the evening. That’s when I spotted several
pairs of eyes staring at me from next door. They were looking through
cracks and knotholes of the fence. I counted six eyes, none higher than
three feet.
I don’t know how long they may have been watching
but it made me feel so exposed. I had no way to cover up and had to
endure yet another level of embarrassment. A few minutes later, I heard
a woman’s voice call to them, telling them “The show’s over. Come
inside.” With that, the eyes disappeared.
“Show’s over?” That
meant they knew what was happening and that made me feel even more
helpless in that I could not control anything. If they wanted, the
girls could show me off to anybody and I couldn’t say a thing.
When Joan came out to get me, I had to ask. “Who lives next door?”
“That’s the twin girls and their boy cousin,” she said. “I told their
mom about our party and if she thought it okay, they could all watch. I
saw their mom watching while you were taking Helen around the course.”
What’s the deepest color of red possible? That’s what color parts of my
body turned when Joan told me matter-of-factly. She offered no other
explanation.
“This is going to be great,” Joan said. “Before
the evening starts, I just want to say how proud I am of my good boy.
And I know that all of us care about you and want you to be part of our
family.”
Joan then lightly ran her fingers over my dick and it
leaked a little bit of liquid. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, then
grabbed my leash and led me into the house.
End of Part II
My Unusual Birthday Party Part III
(Jack’s future is on the line as he looks a female-led relationship in the face.)
Joan led me to the head of the dining table, where I remained standing with hands still tied behind me.
Joyce and Stacie decorated the room with streamers, balloons and party
hats. Before dinner was served. They also decorated me, using
watercolors to turn my nose red and writing birthday greetings on my
chest and stomach. Stacie put a small hat on top of my head and secured
the elastic band under my chin.
This time I was able to eat
off a plate, though Joyce and Stacie had to feed me. They put a bib on
me before shoveling food and drink into my mouth. A good time was had
by all and even I had to feel good.
When the meal was
finished, the lights went out and Diane carried a cake, full of
candles, into the room as everyone sang “Happy Birthday.” Joan untied
my hands during the festivities and asked that I sit down on the chair
Leslie brought.
It was at that moment I felt content, loved
and overwhelmed with a feeling of belonging. When the lights went back
on, I blew out the candles and then sat back as I was fed cake by Diane
and soda by Tess.
Diane then stood up and offered a toast in
my honor. She flat-out asked me whether I would wear a chastity cage in
her honor. I agreed without hesitating.
As they did before,
Tess and Leslie performed the ceremony in front of all. Joan ran her
fingers along my cock just before it was locked away.
Tess gave her key to Joan while Leslie gave hers to Helen.
“Of course, you do have the option of removing it once you turn 18 in
less than a half-hour but I hope you realize how important it is to me
for you to wear it with pride,” Diane said.
I told her I would keep in on until she told me otherwise.
“There are certain circumstances,” Diane said. “As you saw, Helen and
Joan will have the only keys, so if there’s an emergency you have to go
to one of them for help. I do want you to keep it clean, so you will
set up a schedule with Helen, who has agreed to clean you once a month.”
The proceedings took more of a solemn tone as the lights dimmed and
Helen brought out a small box covered with wrapping paper. It was my
clothes.
“It’s nearly midnight and you need to get dressed
before we continue,” Helen said. “Then we have another present we hope
you accept.”
I actually felt a bit uncomfortable being dressed in front of the girls. It didn’t seem right for some reason.
At midnight, Helen placed a manilla folder with bows attached in front
of me. I opened it with care, revealing a set of legal pages. It was a
contract offer with specific conditions.
A note signed by
Aunts Ethel and Dorothy was attached, each wishing special birthday
greetings. It was a job offer to spend the month of July at the Double
XYZ Ranch as its handyman. It was a multi-year contract with options
for several more years and very generous. I could still pursue my
education goals without needing to work.
My obligations
included setting aside all rights as an individual and doing the
bidding of anyone else on the property for the month. There were
contingencies for other things, including medical. Basically, I was
going to replicate my adventure of the previous July. The contract
carried through my 21st birthday, with options available for several more years.
As I read it, asking questions of Helen, I noticed the girls were
paying very close attention. When I looked up, I saw eyes shining like
stars from every one of them.
If I wasn’t convinced by then,
the eyes put me over the top. I wanted to maintain this feeling of
belonging, love and service as long as I could.
I made a big
deal out of signing the contract and handing it to Helen, who then
notarized it. Ethel and Dorothy had already signed the document.
I was mobbed by six teenage girls, each hugging and kissing me. I had a lot of red lipstick on my face.
Diane promised me I’ve be free of my cage by July, a little more than eight months away. At least I had that.
End