The Village 3

By TCP

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The Village -
By TCP
© 2016 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

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Phillip's story... His ongoing ordeal as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... A curious location... Phillip is the only boy in the village... and a 'junior' member of the village Girls' Club.

Or, Princess Leia has taken control of the Boys' Rebel Alliance as females rule over the entire Galaxy so far, far away. Luke, Han and Chewbacca are all held prisoner at the Girls' Empire headquarters, no doubt being questioned, teased and tortured into submitting to female rule... A powerful tractor beam prevents the Millennium Falcon from leaving the Girls' Empire base, demonstrating total girl supremacy...

Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old...
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip and a veterinary practitioner.

Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'

Alison and Elizabeth Knight - 10 years old, and twin sisters.

Caroline Forbes-Marsh - 13 years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old.

Natasha Billington - 12 years old.
Anita Billington - 10 years old.

Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.

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Chapter 3 - A Song, A Dance And Another Test...

Tuesday night...
Well, what a day that was... If everything that had happened to me in my second visit to the Girls' Club hut had not been enough, my whole world seemed to come crashing down when I got back home. A horribly humiliating situation played out as I was masturbating on my bed, in the 'safety' of my own bedroom... Safe until I was climaxing and calling out all sorts of embarrassing things... only for my mother to enter the bedroom, right at that very moment... as I said,

"Boys are weaker than girls..."

So, I was sat there, sheepishly silent as my mother dished up my dinner, rabbit and potato pie. I was biting my lip, my head bowed in embarrassment and waiting for my mum to explode into a tirade about being a dirty little boy for what I had been doing and saying. But instead, my mother moved around the table to dish out my dinner with calmness, almost humming contentedly before sitting down opposite me to start the meal.

"You decided to get dressed again for dinner Phillip..." my mum began calmly. "You wouldn't have preferred to stay naked?" Her face cracked into a rueful smile of mischief.

'Here we go,' I thought solemnly. The chase was on...

"Mum... no way... of course not," I fired back defensively, unable to look at her. I mean, she had seen me naked... I know that sounds dumb for an eleven year old boy to think. Of course, a mother would have seen her son naked countless numbers of times... But this was different now... wasn't it? I wasn't a young youngster any more... I was much more aware of being naked in front of females now... and what private parts were all about... And well, she had caught me naked on my bed while I was masturbating and calling out all sorts of weird stuff. Even worse, I was in a state of orgasm at that very moment she opened the door and saw me.

The only thing that could have possibly made that situation worse was if that snooty little cow, Suzanne Forbes-Marsh was there and taking pictures of that situation. And that didn't really bare thinking about.

"Awww, don't be shy Phillip... I know what I saw and heard... you were just making yourself feel good. There's really no shame in that you know?" my mum said, working food into her mouth to await my response.

"But mum..." I replied quietly... nervous as hell at where this was all going to go.

"It's no big deal really... all boys do it... It's perfectly natural..." she said, trying to get my attention... "Phillip, look at me... I'm serious honey... I'm not judging you sweetheart... you're my little boy who's just starting to grow up..." I moved some of the pie around on my plate and felt myself begin to blush at how sweet and caring my mum was trying to be for me. Reluctantly I looked up at her... into her loving eyes.

"I'm sorry mum... you weren't meant to see..."

"Well I did see... and really it's nothing to be so modest about. I mean, you were in your own bedroom... It's my fault really, I should have knocked. I didn't realise that you were growing up so fast... And anyway... it could have been worse..."

"Worse?" I asked curiously, finally managing to get some of my dinner into my mouth. What could possibly be worse?

"Sure honey... you could have been doing it in the woods... you know... in front of people who forced you to do it when maybe you didn't want to..."

Instantly I stopped chewing and swallowed hard... I felt my stomach sinking and I just wanted to run away from there... I couldn't deal with this, I was only eleven. My mum noticed my ongoing discomfort. It was as though my mum could read my mind... and I even asked myself if she was a user of the dark side of the Force, looking into my very soul for all the answers...

"Mum... this is embarrassing... can we just..."

"Come on Phillip sweety... you're holding stuff back from me like you never normally do. I just want to know that you're okay..."

"It's okay mum... really..." I replied, obviously lying and trying to get on with my dinner.

"Okay... well tell me a bit about your day... did you have another adventure?"

"Uh-huh..." I sighed, nodding quietly.

"In the woods?" she asked. I nodded again and then looked away from her quickly, carrying on with my dinner. "Come on, tell me... tell me what got you so excited and in such a state to say all those things in your bedroom when I came in..."

"It's just a game mum... just pretend..." I began. "The girls and I were just talking about stuff... and we played a bit of Star Wars... that's all..."

"Well, it's good that you're making friends with the other kids in the village Phillip... Okay, I know, they're all girls just now... but it's a start..."

"Uh-huh... I guess..." I replied sheepishly and non-committal.

"Are they bullying you Phillip?" she pressed.

"No mum... girls can't bully boys..." I blustered, lying through my teeth. I kind of knew that my mum could tell I was lying too, but I was too embarrassed to admit it to her. I was sticking to my story. "It's like I said, it's just a... s-secret game... "

"Come on honey... I know how, forceful, girls can be when they outnumber a boy... So tell me, what was all that stuff about boys being weaker? Hmmm? Do the girls... make you... do things? Or make you say things you don't agree with? Do I need to speak to anyone's mum to get them to leave you alone?" You could say that this was a Swiss cheese moment for me... After all, in a single stroke, all of my problems could be resolved couldn't they? A little help from my mum and everything would stop... all of it.

"Mum... No! Stop it... it's okay... It was just a silly dare... it won't happen again... Tomorrow I'll go back there and it will be someone else's turn... I don't want to talk about it any more..." Did I really want it all to stop? Surely if I did, I would have cried into my mum's arms and begged her to make it all go away wouldn't I? Perhaps I didn't want it to stop passionately enough... There was curiosity and a whole lot of excitement within me. At some point, I would surely get what I wanted... wouldn't I?

"Okay Phillip... I understand," my mum soothed me. "But I was a girl once too you know? I know how cruel they can be, and how difficult they can make things for people who are, a little different... And girls know that boys are different... You know where I am if you need to talk... okay handsome?"

"Yes mum..." I replied quietly, forking more of my rabbit and potato pie into my mouth.

"Good boy... But tell me one good thing that happened today... That's a new rule now we've moved here... Tell me about one good thing that happened..."

I tensed up with nerves again... A new rule? God, this was like being back in the hut. Was there even a good thing to tell? Okay, yes there were some very good things... but was there a good thing I could actually tell my mum about?

"The sun was out..." I replied, trying to throw my mother off the scent good and proper. I was entrenched in secret boys and against girls stuff and I wanted to figure it all out for myself... still looking for a way to prove myself as a boy. I still had my pride, even it was damaged and submissive right now.

"True... but that's not what I meant... Come on... you had all day... something good must have happened?"

"Okay, okay..." I relented, staring at my mum with raised eyebrows. "I kissed a girl... satisfied?"

"What? You?" mum giggled in playful disbelief. "You kissed a girl today? First time?"

"Yep..." I blushed, barely able to conceal a giggle. I had relaxed a little. For a short while, it made me feel warm and good inside my body as I remembered kissing all of the girls... especially Emma. Even having to confess to each girl I kissed that I was their 'nudie slave boy' was not enough to quell the excitement and discovery of actually kissing girls.

"You see? I told you yesterday... you keep on being a good boy around here and the girls will be knocking on the door all the time to be with you... Well, well... my little boy really is growing up... I better put a lock on the door at night huh?"

'If only you knew mum...' I thought with great irony. 'You'd never let me out of the house again...'

And with that, the teasing inquisition ended and I came out of it reasonably unscathed. I knew I had to be more careful about making noises and doing stuff in my own room... I had to make sure I never got caught doing 'that' kind of stuff ever again.

After dinner, I took care of my toilet business and took my usual bath... an even more thorough bath than the previous evening.

'Now you know boys have a stinky front bottom to keep clean too...' I could hear Anita teasing me as I washed myself... All round my genitals... around and inside my bottom and right into my navel too... Soap was everywhere and it felt kind of slippery and, well you know, kind of tingly.

Pyjamas on, it was time for bed.

Wednesday...

After all of the excitement and exertion of the previous day, I found that I did not struggle to get to sleep, finding it quite easy to clear my mind of all the cruelty and nastiness I had been through. I just thought about kissing Emma, over and over again... Then I imagined us playing Star Wars games together... But playing the games my way... with a boy in charge. Before I had chance to command that she strip naked though, I was asleep and missed all the fun.

When I awoke, I saw it was another glorious day outside in Langton Magna and looking at the clock, I knew my mum would have already left for work. I was entrusted to look after my own breakfast.

Breakfast was easy... toast from the toaster, margarine from the fridge and a liberal spread of marmalade, also from the fridge too... So simple, even an eleven year old boy could do it. The radio in the kitchen was still on and there were news reports about unemployment in the United Kingdom topping over three million people. It had been that way for the best part of five years with very little sign of change. Thatcherism eh? I was too young for all that shit, so I turned the dial and listened to Radio 1 instead... As I ate my toast, a record performed by a girl group called Bananarama was playing. They were singing a song called 'Venus...'

I'd heard the song before and I kind of sang along with the words... thinking of Emma.

"She's got it... yeah baby she's got it... I'm your Venus... I'm your fire, at your desire..." Don't get me wrong, I wasn't up out of my chair and dancing around the kitchen or anything... but I was boogying along in my seat as I ate my breakfast, singing into a pretend microphone. "Her weapons were her crystal eyes... Making every man, mad... Black as the dark night she was... Got what no one else had... Wah!! She's got it... yeah baby she's got it... I'm your Venus... I'm your fire, at your desire..."

When the song finished, I thanked my imaginary 'crowd' and finished my toast.

After that, I quickly drank my orange juice and went to get dressed. Thinking for a moment, I actually went and had another bath first... a thorough bath with plenty of bubbles. If I was going to be inspected today, it was going to be green ticks every single time.

After my bath, I dried myself off and hung up the towel. Naked, I trotted back to my bedroom and began to dress myself. I found a pair of plain black briefs in my drawer and put those on first... Then I retrieved a pair of black socks with an image of Master Yoda on them and put them on too. With the sun shining outside again, I put on my denim shorts from the previous day and picked out a clean, sporty looking blue and green t-shirt. Stopping to look in the mirror, I looked back at myself and imagined for a moment what was likely to happen today...

'More of the same I bet...' I thought. 'I hope I get to feel good again... Come on... get it together... you're REALLY only going back to get your Millennium Falcon... aren't you?'

With that thought, I didn't set off for the woods immediately. Instead, I fooled around with my Star Wars figures like I had the previous evening... Only this time, I really was quiet. Not that there was anyone home other than me. It felt a little embarrassing and awkward at first as I acted out scenes, with me pretending to be Princess Leia... I was pretending to force male action figures to strip naked... make them receive spankings from her for disobedience, failed inspections... and generally pretending to be a girl in charge of all the boys in the defeated Rebel Alliance.

'This is so sissy,' I thought to myself briefly, but realised that by acting out these female dominant little memories and fantasies, I had sprouted a healthy little boner in my pants again. Just like the previous evening. I was very tempted to 'do something about it' and masturbate right there and then, but somehow I restrained myself.

At 10.55AM British Summer Time, my Princess Leia action figure handed over control of the Boys Rebel Alliance to a female Stormtrooper called Captain Marsh... Quite a revolution in Star Wars terms that... a female Stormtrooper... in 1986... and in charge!

"If the boys give you any trouble..." I spoke as Leia, "then you know what to do..."

"Yes ma'am... I won't let you down... Girls rule forever..." the Trooper replied (well, I replied as the trooper. You know how this all goes by now right?).

"Girls rule forever..." Leia said before climbing into the cockpit of the X-Wing fighter. Preparing the craft for an on time departure, I made all the usual electronic sounds I knew and started the engines ready for a spirited take off. Indeed, at eleven o'clock prompt, the X-Wing lifted off with a flourish and began it's journey to the other side of the Galaxy... deep into the territory policed by the Girls' Empire...

'Whether us boys like it or not... as long as we do as they say, the Girls' Empire is now our... enforced ally...' I thought briefly as I made the X-Wing depart from my bedroom and to the hall where my trainers were. With my footwear on, I once more departed from the cottage into the bright sunlight, locking the door behind me and placing the key under the mat... a well practiced routine now.

Making my way along the quiet lane towards the woods, I noisily hummed Leia's Theme, an uplifting and bright theme, as the X-Wing entered hyperspace and transported us to the edge of the Girls' Empire... or the woods... With effortless grace, I scurried into the woods, performing a wing-over and tight orbit of a patch of stinging nettles to ensure that Leia was not being followed...

Assured that I was alone, I continued into the woods, X-Wing held aloft with the Princess piloting. Deeper into the woods... ready to embrace another day of adventure and... who knows what?

About half way between the end of the lane and where the Girls' Club hut was in the woods, the canopy of trees was quite thick... Milky shafts of warming July sunlight filtered through to the floor from the openings in the treetops. It was a totally different world to that of my bedroom... It gave me a greater sense of adventure... a sense of risk... and nervous excitement. I think I had begun to associate being in the woods as being inside female territory... which of course it was. I knew that by being there, stuff was going to happen to me... stuff that was scary... stuff that was humiliating... but also stuff that was exciting... and often felt good. It was starting to feel natural to allow myself to 'give in' and be taken over and dominated by the girls.

'I'm gonna be a good boy... I'm gonna obey,' I thought... 'I want to be naked in front of girls... oh heck... no I don't... not really... I just want to get the Millennium Falcon back... I want them to make me feel good... I want to see them naked too... I want to do stuff... with girls... I want them to like me... Oh shit... I don't really know what I want... But I want to be happy... I DO know that...'

Checking my watch, I saw that I was a few minutes early, so I kept a discreet distance from the hut... Entering a carefully hidden holding pattern in the flight of my space ship, at a distance of some fifty yards, I could just make out that there were two bikes resting up outside hut... Two pink bikes... girls' bikes...

I edged closer... silently and carefully... Closer and closer to the hut... I could just make out the distinctive sound of girls giggling and laughing inside... but I couldn't hear enough to make out any of the words that were being spoken... Although I couldn't understand what words were being said, I recognised the voice that was doing most of the talking... it was Caroline... the leader.

I carefully placed the space ship down at my feet, and knelt down. I cupped my ear with my hand like a good Boy Scout to see if that helped me hear what was going on any better. But alas not. I was suddenly startled by a shallow buzzing noise... I gasped and looked round to see if there was a bee or a wasp trying to attack me or give away my position, but I couldn't see one... I finally deduced that the buzzing sound was actually coming from inside the hut... accompanied by a chorus of girlish laughter...

With the X-Wing now stowed under my arm, I crept ever closer, now about ten to fifteen metres away, ensconced in a thick shrub for cover. The buzzing continued, along with the giggles inside... several different girls, all amused by something. I tried to focus on what the buzzing noise was... To my eleven year old boyish mind, me being a big Star Wars fan, I imagined it to be a lightsabre... The noise that whatever it was made, did sound like a lightsabre being waved around...

Suddenly, the buzzing stopped. I checked my watch and swallowed... it was nearly time. Flight or fight? Stay or go? Of course, I stayed... I wanted it... I seemed to want their attention... and their acceptance... And most of all, I wanted my other ship back too. 'Whatever the cost...'

And then, I could make out what was being said...

"Okay... let's get this and those cleared away... He'll be here in a minute..." It was Caroline again...

"Can I take this one home today?" It was Anita's voice... "It's been ages since I borrowed one with spanking in it... and the boys being spanked are so cute... especially when they have to get naked first..."

'Oh my god... what is she talking about?' I thought. 'Is that a magazine they've got too?' I looked around and paid closer attention to the two bikes leaning up against the side of the hut... The seats were quite low... obviously for young girls. Little multi-coloured 'spokey-dokey' things were attached to the spokes to make a jingly sound as the bike travelled along. 'These bikes must belong to Anita and Suzanne... They're the most childish girls in the gang... Hmmm... I wonder... Since they know so much about me... maybe I can learn a bit about them too...'

With a sudden freelance adventurer's desire and no less bravery, I dared myself to creep over to the bikes and sniff the bike saddles... I needed to answer my sudden curiosity... The girls knew a lot of intimate things about me... it would only be fair if I got something in return... It would be like a small, victory in response to what I had suffered so far at the hands of the girls... Maybe it would be the start of a long strategy to actually get even... or maybe ahead in the 'game' against them.

I knew it was a naughty thing to think about... in fact it was quite perverted. But my mind had been warped by the previous couple of days... Almost anything seemed possible now. And I wanted a victory... even a small one... Just enough to help me think, 'I'll know something you don't want me to know... I'll know what your bike seat smells like... Maybe that's what all girls smell like... down there too...'

Just at the moment I was crouching down and ready to move my face and nose closer to the first bike seat, ready to smell it... the alarm on my watch beeped, nearly making me drop my X-Wing and nearly making me shit my pants. It was eleven thirty 'on the nose...' - but not the bike seat.

'Shit... shit... oh god... it's time!' I blustered in my mind, standing back upright quickly in case I was caught with some explaining to do. Almost standing to attention, I called out cautiously...

"Hello? C-can I come in?"

"No, wait there... Bed wetting wanker!" I heard Suzanne call out almost angrily. There was some mischievous, hushed girlish giggling from elsewhere in the hut at Suzanne's derisory instruction.

"Okay..." I said quietly... There was some muffled rumbling from inside the hut, presumably as 'girls only' stuff was being packed away from prying enemy eyes.

Looking back, I can see now why I was such a novelty and attraction for them... A boy around their age... lonely... outnumbered, and who, despite initial confidence and bravado, was so easy to manipulate and give a 'live nudie show' for them... Much better than pictures or drawings or stories in a book. It was just how far they needed to let me dangle on the edge of forever to keep me coming back... time after time. Right then, it was the need to get my Millennium Falcon back... but also secretly, a newly realised need to 'feel good.' That was a hastily growing attraction... like a bee to the nectar. Only I had still to learn just how 'good' the nectar was... and how much work was involved in getting it.

"Right on time again Phillipa," Emma said brightly, addressing me from the doorway of the hut. "And Princess Leia has come back to play too... I hope she has good news for us..."

"Hmmmmphhh..." I sighed with obvious displeasure.

"It would be a shame if we had to take her prisoner again... wouldn't it?" she teased, before taking my free hand softly and leading me into the hut.

It was a familiar feeling of anticipation, excitement and impending humiliation as Emma escorted me inside. I liked the feel of her soft, warm hand in mine. It felt comfortable... welcoming and safe. Totally flying in the face of everything I was sure was about to happen to me all over again. I realised, I liked holding a girl's hand, especially hers.

My eyes had to adjust from the brightness outside to the comparatively dim shade of the hut interior and I was escorted first to Caroline's 'throne' to place the X-Wing fighter next to the Millennium Falcon... and then to what was now my 'spot' in the circle before I had chance to fully look around and see what the situation was. There was of course the aroma of once damp wood, the hut being warmed up from being baked in sunlight, and the familiar scent of the potpourri. The scent that reminded me of being a naked boy in a room full of clothed girls... of being inspected... displayed... fondled and masturbated by girls... The scent reminded me of having orgasms... kissing girls... mouths... feet... toes... and reminded me that I was a member of the weaker sex. A nudie slave boy...

When I was able to see properly, I looked around the hut. It was a busy place that day. There were seven girls there, along with me, the only boy. All of the girls sat up neatly, Indian style on their cushions, while I stood next to mine awaiting instruction or 'permission.' The only exception was Caroline, she sat up straight as she could on her garden chair 'throne...'

Apart from Caroline and Emma, I also noted Suzanne, Natasha and Anita... And then two new girls. Of course, I recognised them too from the Sunday School Choir practice, but I didn't know their names... although I soon would. I did notice that they looked the same age... both had chestnut brown hair, and they wore the same clothing... yet they didn't look the same. I changed my previous assumption as to who the bikes outside belonged too.

Caroline was wearing a baggy red and yellow t-shirt with denim shorts and her beach sandals. Natasha was wearing a white summer dress patterned with strawberries, and a pair of flip flops... no socks. Her summer dress was patted down between her legs to cover her panties. Her younger sister, Anita was wearing a green and white hooped soccer shirt and white soccer shorts. On her feet, Anita wore black trainer socks and had white trainers with green trim.

Elsewhere in the room, Emma was wearing a light blue t-shirt and had denim dungarees on. She had white ankle socks with frilly trim, and black trainers. Suzanne had turned up for Club clad in red cotton shorts, a white t-shirt with a beach scene motif on the front and had pink ankle socks inside her white trainers. Next to her, the ever present camera was ready to capture any new action on film for posterity... much to my chagrin. The two new girls both wore yellow and pink sports shirts, I guess they were light fitting t-shirts. They also had matching lycra shorts down to their knees, black ankle socks and pink trainers with red trim and laces.

"Before we get started," Caroline said quietly addressing me, "Emma has some questions for you... about your... space ship..."

"Phillipa... we know that you have brought Princess Leia back to us today... tell us what news she has... Did the Boys' Rebel Alliance agree to surrender and join us?" Emma smirked playfully at me. She was enjoying this.

"Miss Emma... Princess Leia was successful in taking over control of the Boys' Rebel Alliance... They have agreed to join the Girls' Empire..."

"As our allied slaves? Will the boys obey the girls?" Emma asked, double checking.

"Y-yes... the boys will obey... as slaves..."

"Good... then peace will spread throughout the galaxy... The natural order of things will continue with girls in charge of everything... You won't regret it, and neither will the Rebel Alliance... Good boys always get rewarded..."

There was quiet giggling amongst the other girls as the scene played out, making me feel awkward, childish and embarrassed, especially in front of two new girls. I had pretty much just confirmed that all of my Star Wars heroes, my action figures and my space ships were technically under 'girl control.' The male characters, now the slaves of the females...

"That's all very good Phillipa," Caroline interjected with sincerity. "But the... 'Millennium Falcon' that is so precious to you, stays here, with us until I say or you win it back... Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Caroline," I replied with quiet yet obvious disappointment. I was sure that by submitting to them, in real life and in the 'game,' that I would actually get all of my stuff back. There was obviously more to come to challenge me... I hoped I was 'boy enough' to cope with it.

"Good girl..." Caroline smiled falsely. I could tell she was mocking me. She then looked over at the girls I didn't know yet. "For the girls who have not been introduced yet... this is Phillipa... our newest member who joined us earlier in the week after an impressive induction..." Both of the new girls looked at each other and smiled knowingly. "As you'll soon see, Phillipa is a boy and so is a junior member here with us."

Both of the still as yet unknown (to me) girls giggled again, obviously knowing what being a 'junior member' entailed for a boy, and understandably looking forward to seeing me get naked.

"Phillipa, it gives me pleasure to introduce Alison and Elizabeth Knight... You may recognise them from Sunday School Choir, and of course, as girls, they are full members of the club. So you will obey them, just like you do any other girl. Alison, you start..."

My heart was experiencing a familiar trauma... forcing the blood and adrenalin to pound through my body as I looked at them being introduced... Yet another two girls were now in charge of me... and no doubt soon to see my private parts. I still didn't know just how many girls were in this Club... Briefly, I panicked that all of the girls in the whole world were members of this Club. But of course, that was impossible. But how many were there? I still didn't know how many girls there were in the village as a whole. I was still meeting new ones!

"I'm Alison and I'm ten..." the first girl spoke... Chestnut brown hair, somehow hypnotic and attractive hazel coloured eyes and with some colour in her cheeks too. She looked quite active and athletic and tomboyish... A cute little snub nose was a defining feature. Not a princess... but not ugly by any means... After speaking, her lips formed a charming smile that oozed confidence. "You seem a lot more handsome than I remember from Sunday School... I hope you've learned to behave since then... I don't like naughty boys..." She then looked to her sister and nodded for her to go next...

"I'm Elizabeth... and I'm ten too..." the second girl added with a less friendly smile. Her hazel coloured eyes burned into mine, instead of being welcoming. I could tell she didn't like me straight away... that was my perception anyway. "Alison and I are actually twinth..." Twinth? Oh, 'twins...' It seemed that Elizabeth had a lisp. "We live on a farm about a mile from Langton Magna, so we have to use our bikes... I know what you're thinking... we don't look the thame... That'th becauth Alison was born a day before me..." Her smile finally broadened. "Just so you know, I don't like naughty boyth either... You better behave, becauth I thpank real hard!" Okay, okay... she said that she spanked naughty boys really hard... It was enough to make me behave... I didn't want a spanking, especially off any more girls. "I thpank boys on their front as well as the back... right acroth their little willeeth..."

I gulped and blushed at that final revelation... Was it possible that there was a girl more cruel that Suzanne? Maybe this one was... Briefly, my hand subconsciously went to protect my crotch from being spanked before I resumed my expected 'welcome' position. Elizabeth enjoyed my reaction as I saw her smile broaden further and her eyebrows lift upward, daring me to cross her and find out! Being Alison's twin, I was aware that Elizabeth had the same chestnut coloured hair, albeit slightly shorter and straighter, and she had the same hazel coloured eyes. The striking difference was that Elizabeth had a thinner, longer looking face, more boyish than that of her sister... Her nose was a lot more pointed... Elizabeth was quite skinny too in comparison with her sister's more athletic looking frame. In fact, I would have described Elizabeth as slightly bony, definitely not a girl I would have considered chasing after for affection.

"Now you Phillipa..." Caroline then encouraged me. "There's a good girl..."

I turned on the spot to fully face the two new girls in the group properly, and saw them looking back at me with expectation, keen to know more about me. Their eyes locked on mine imploringly... daring me to look at each one in turn as they judged me...

"H-hello... Miss Alison... and Miss Elizabeth... I'm Phillipa... and I'm eleven..." I finally said quietly, feeling quite awkward and embarrassed about meeting yet more girls from the Club. Of course, having to use my 'girl' name was still just as humiliating.

"Good girl Phillipa..." Caroline teased softly. "Even though you're a boy, you have learned quickly how to introduce yourself properly. You will be rewarded for that later on. Now it's time to start the meeting... Girls... let us pray..." Together, all seven girls stood up straight and lowered their heads to look at the floor. Together, they recited their code... I lowered my head too as I listened...

"This is our girls club, 'til the end of our days...
We are superior, boys are our slaves...
Girls rule forever... and boys must obey...
Because boys are inferior, in every way..."

After a pause, Caroline said,

"Girls rule forever..." The other six girls then repeated... "Girls rule forever..."

Just like the previous day, I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the words of their code and it's symbolism... But equally, I was impressed with the synchronicity and unity in which the girls chanted their code. Word perfect, timing perfect and not a single fault. Girlish perfection. And just like the day before, I couldn't help but feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

'It must feel good to be a girl...' I thought randomly. 'I mean, a girl in Langton Magna... in this club... It's better to be a girl isn't it? Because they're better... They're better than boys aren't they? Oh shush! Traitor! Okay... maybe these girls are better than you... just for now...'

I could feel a mild tingling in my groin... despite the words chanted by the girls being so threatening to my whole gender, I was feeling a little bit excited again. Okay, more than a bit. It felt... kinky to hear them say it... and no less naughty to secretly start to believe it. It was beginning to feel natural and right... Instead of trying to convince myself otherwise, I was beginning to understand and believe just why girls were in charge of things and why they were the superior sex.

"So girls, we have a boy member with us today, so it's time to listen to him as he admits his truthful beliefs about the two different sexes..." Caroline smiled icily and nodded for me to begin...

I noticed that the boys' code was affixed to the wall right behind where Caroline stood, just where it had been pinned up the day before. Big letters... I had no need for the little blue card in my pocket now... It was burned into my memory by now anyway... but I looked up to the code on the wall, and I freely volunteered to begin my next boyish adventure in 'submission to girl domination.'

As I looked up at the words on the wall above Caroline's head, I could see each and every girl looking in my direction out of the corners of my eyes. Some looked expectant, some no doubt smirking and feeling their own tingles of excitement as they were about to watch a boy betray his whole gender once more, and fall under their commanding spell.

I took a deep breath and planted my feet squarely apart to stabilise myself. My tummy fluttered and made me feel a little queasy... I was dreading this... having to say all that stuff... all over again. To admit I was an obedient slave to seven girls... to admit that all boys were slaves and inferior to girls in every way... to admit all that to a hut full of seven girls... Why did it make my genitals tingle and pulse like crazy?

"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."

"Girls rule forever!" Caroline said as soon as I was finished. It reminded me of when people said 'amen' in church... And like the day before, the six other girls repeated it again...

"Good girl Phillipa... We know how hard it is for boys to admit the superiority of girls out loud... and what it means to accept that girls are so naturally in command... Boys really should relax and let go of the misguided beliefs that they are the dominant sex... It's not healthy for them to live that lie... Mother Nature has teased them and lied to them and they have believed for thousands of years that it's the male who is dominant and superior... As you are now discovering, by joining our Club as a junior member and exploring the true wonders of female rule, both girls and boys can have a lot of fun together... very liberating isn't it? All boys have to do is be good and obey... and they will be rewarded... I really am impressed with the way you delivered your admission today... I think you are beginning to fully accept it... and recognise the truth... Yes, I think you will have to be rewarded today..."

"Th-thank you Miss Caroline," I replied, biting my lip submissively and looking down at my feet to hide my blushes. It was like being addressed by a legendarily stern school headmistress, as she is praises the rare beast that is a clever, sensible boy. A boy who is demonstrating all the academically positive traits normally associated with girls and who is the headmistress's pet for being submissive and mild with it.

"And now the Langton Magna Girls' Club is in session... Phillipa, like we practiced yesterday, to remind you fully that ALL girls are in charge of ANY boy in this Club, please follow Alison's instructions..." With that, I looked across to Alison, one of the youngest girls in the hut. Another one who was a full school year younger than me... She was grinning expectantly, like I was little puppy dog about to get inoculated... or worse.

"Let's start with a nice easy question... Which sex is best Phillipa?" Alison teased smugly, her hands planted confidently at her waist... "Girls... or boys?"

"G-girls..." I replied, my voice crackling in a whisper, feeling my mouth dry. Alison didn't seem to respond, so I said it again, a little more loudly, and with better manners... "Girls are best... Miss Alison."

"Mmmm... good boy..." she smirked patronisingly. She then pursed her lips as though thinking what to say to me or tease me with next. "So... does that mean it's better to have a vagina... or a silly little willy?"

Oh god... I blushed at the line of questioning and gulped. I really wanted to look away from Alison, but her eyes held me captive. She was maybe using the dark side of the Force on me...

"I... errm... I don't know Miss Alison," I replied tentatively. "I mean... I like my... I like what I've got... errm..."

"You like having a willy sprouting out between your legs? Is that it?" Alison teased, looking at her sister and at Caroline for gleeful approval.

"Yes, Miss Alison..." I blushed, nodding my head to confirm my humiliating answer.

"Then say it... Tell us..."

"Miss Alison, I like having a... thingy... errm... a willy between my legs... I like being a boy..."

"Hmmm... we'll see," Alison said cryptically. "Well, I'm a girl... and like most if not all girls... we know that it's better to be female... and naturally, it's better to have a vagina... and a vulva between our legs... tell him Lizzy..."

"It'th much better to be a girl," Elizabeth continued where her sister left off. Her lisping voice confident, icy and dared me to interrupt or defy her or answer with anything other than what she wanted to hear. That's girls for you... "It'th better to have a nice, neat looking vulva... Each one a pretty and perfect work of art... Instead of a wriggly little th-quirmy, wormy willy th-prouting from your crotch... And that dumb little bag of marbles underneath... I know you haven't seen a girl's private parts yet... and that's a magical secret you may find out one day... You'll th-ee that GIRLS are much better designed... Our private parts are tucked away nice and neatly... hidden from view... When a girl is th-tanding in front of you with no clothes on, you can't really th-ee anything... unless SHE shows you... But for girls... when a boy is naked, it'th all right there, poking out from his front like a banana on a tree... However... boys' willie-th are much, much th-maller!"

At that, there was a crescendo of giggling amongst the other girls. I clenched my fists and tried to tough it out without making a remark or doing anything that would get me into spanking trouble. I just knew that Elizabeth would get the job today and she had already told me that she spanked boys on their penis, as well as their bottom.

"So, is it better to have a willy... or a vulva Phillipa?" Alison asked, resuming control of our 'chat.'

"A v-vulva... I guess, Miss Alison," I relented finally, ashamed at betraying myself again.

"Good boy... while you are a junior member here with us... we'll be able to show you lots of reasons why it's better to be a girl... and why having a willy, isn't so good... You'd like us to show you why it's better to be a girl wouldn't you?"

"Yes Miss Alison," I whispered, crestfallen and full of nerves.

"Good... it's going to be so much fun playing with you as a junior member in our Club... Lizzy and I are sorry we missed your induction the other day. It sounded like such good fun and Emma has told us just how much of a good boy you've been since you joined and how you have learned so much... We can't wait to have fun with you too..." she giggled, staring right into my eyes, and making me blush scarlet...

"So today, Lizzy and me are going to get to see what we have missed out on so far... Show us what a good, obedient little boy you are now and strip down to your underpants for us... Remember, boys start with their trainers and socks... When you are just in your underpants, stand by your cushion, facing the group in your 'welcome' position..."

I swallowed hard and found my mouth still very dry. There I was again, for the second day running, a boy of eleven being commanded to strip down to my underpants by yet another ten year old girl... And for the third day running, about to get naked in front of so many other girls... Even though I was no stranger to getting naked by now, this was going to be horrible. Seven clothed girls... SEVEN! And me, about to be their nudie boy. A real live anatomically correct member of their opposite sex. 'Inferior in every way...'

With reluctant obedience, I kneeled down to unfasten the lace of my left training shoe... the start of my strip... a repeated routine from the day before... Changing knees, I then unfastened the lace of my right trainer. My heart was already thumping hard inside my chest and my breathing was deep and laboured... I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I set about the removal of my clothes in front of the girls.

"Strip... strip... strip!" I heard Suzanne and Anita begin to giggle and chant firmly as I stood back up to kick off my left trainer... "Strip, strip, strip!" the other girls joined in and began to clap in time with the words like they had done the day before as my right trainer came off.

Next, I slowly lifted my left leg and fiddled giddily with the black sock, the caricature image of Yoda in green and brown stitching at the side covering my foot... I felt queasy again as I felt the eyes of all the girls watching me as I continued to remove my clothes in front of them and the brief dizziness almost made me lose my balance. I was almost hopping on one foot as I fought to control my body while I continued my humiliating task. I managed to rid my foot of the sock and placed it neatly inside the foot hole of my left trainer. Planting my now naked left foot onto the floor of the hut, I stood up straight to regain my composure, breathed deeply then bent down to repeat the process with the removal of my right sock...

"Strip, strip, strip!"

With both feet now naked and planted on the floor of the hut, I was again reminded of just how vulnerable I was and how totally compliant I was being inside the Girls' Club hut. I was their show... their boy shaped strip show... their toy... their obedient little boy shaped toy. Once again, I was showing the girls how submissive I was... how inferior I was... how easy to dominate I was... You see, I was 'just a boy...' An example of the weaker sex... the dumber sex... the malleable sex. I was fuel to the fire of their repeated demonstration of unquestionable girl supremacy.

As my feet became accustomed to the cool floor and the air circulating around my naked toes, I spread them wide and wriggled them to give myself a few more precious seconds of time before I continued... I looked at Alison, maybe to see if she would tell me to stop... But my experiences so far all week told me truthfully that the girls would not stop... Not until they decided... They wanted me in my underpants... and strip down to my pants was what I was going to have to do...

"Now your t-shirt Phillipa..." Alison beamed, overjoyed at the control she had over me, just because she was a girl.

'She's better because she has a girl thing... a vuh-v-vulva,' I found myself thinking quickly. Somehow, she had something 'better' than me between her legs and I still didn't fully understand what it was... or what it looked like. 'Girl things are better than boys' willies... Oh god... don't let me get stiff... not yet... Girls rule... forever... they'll laugh at me...'

"Do I... do I really have to? I mean... there's seven of you..." I asked quietly, knowing the answer straight away, but I was stalling for time, trying to delay the inevitable. I was a sucker for drawing everything out longer than it needed to be... Some things I was a lot slower to learn.

"Of course you have to! Wanker!" Suzanne spat noisily, instantly grabbing my attention with her usual dismissive style when dealing with me. "She's a girl, she told you to strip, and you WILL obey her too! So, strip... Get on with it! Or we'll set Lizzy on you!"

"Strip... strip... strip!" the other girls continued to gleefully chant, with Suzanne joining in again after her admonishment of me.

"Don't be shy Phillipa..." Alison smiled. "You've been nudie for all the other girls... so it's only new for Lizzy and me... We promise not to laugh at your willy when we see it..."

"Not much anyway..." Lizzy smirked, before joining in with the 'strip' chant again.

I gripped the bottom of my blue and green cotton t-shirt and began to lift it from my waist... I felt the familiar wisp of cool air swathe over my now exposed tummy... I sensed the nudity of my navel... the horror of realising it could be called a 'dirty front bottom' by the girls still fresh in my mind. And then, the t-shirt was clear of my rib cage too...

"Strip, strip, strip!"

I lifted the material of my t-shirt high enough to clear my head and neatly folded it up before placing it on top of my trainers... my familiar pile of boy clothing was beginning to grow again. And there I was... an eleven year old boy in a hut full of seven fully clothed and excitable girls ranging from ten to thirteen years old... staring at the half naked boy, in the process of stripping in front of them... now clad only in just denim shorts and plain black briefs... Not that the girls could see my briefs just yet... but significantly, just my underpants and denim shorts now spared my blushes for now.

"Good boy... you really are quite handsome," Alison teased... "Now you know what to take off next... cutie..." With a nervous breath and with my hands shaking, I grappled at the top button of my denim shorts... My fingers were more practiced now and despite my obvious nervousness and embarrassment, I quickly freed the first button with a silent 'pop...'

With each button on my denim shorts being freed, there was an incremental escalation of the nudity I felt approaching... the speed at which it approached me and the enhanced state of vulnerability and surrender it all represented for me. My god, I really was stripping naked in front of seven girls... I really was obeying a ten year old girl... I really was excited by it too...

'Oh god... what's happening to me? I think I'm actually looking forward to them seeing me... maybe... Girls rule... boys obey... boys are inferior... in every way...'

"Strip... strip... strip!" the girls chorused, the top button of my shorts now open for them to see. I found myself beginning to tremble a little bit as I fingered around the second button... but that one popped free quite quickly too.

'It's not the end of the world Phillip...' I thought. 'They're in charge, but they're only girls... And they're only going to be seeing parts of the human body... Your boy's body... Once they've seen it... the worst will be over... won't it? Oh shit! It IS the end of the world Phillip White... you're a boy and they're GIRLS! About to see you all naked... a real live naked boy again... Oh god, but they make it feel so good... some times... Just let them win... and you will be rewarded... Caroline said so...'

The waist of my denim shorts was hanging freely from my body again, the second button now open.

"Strip... strip... strip!" the girls continued their gleeful rendition, teasing and encouraging me in equal measure. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath as I contemplated the release of the third and final button of my denim shorts. My heart pounded relentlessly within my pre-pubescent chest, as I looked at an expectant Alison... she was nodding and smiling... silently willing me to complete my task in front of her and the other girls.

I managed to wrestle the final button of my shorts undone too... It was quick, but my hands were now truly trembling as the moment arrived for me to take my shorts off and add them to the pile of clothes next to my cushion. With my tummy doing somersaults, and with a blush of shame, I took hold of the top of my shorts and tugged them downwards...

"Off... off... off!" the chant changed, Anita and Suzanne leading the other girls with joy written across their faces. Much quicker than I managed the day before, my shorts were soon clear of my buttocks, past my knees and pooled at my ankles, ready for me to step out of.

"Woo-hoo!" I heard Alison call out, like a child on Christmas morning unwrapping a surprise present... She clearly enjoyed the view as my plain black underpants were revealed and I stood up to step out of my shorts. In fact, I briefly noted that all of the girls were staring at me, right at my underpants... right at my crotch. They could tell I was already a little firm inside there... and it tingled in there too... How shameful.

After stepping out of my shorts, I bent forward slightly to pick them up... folded them carefully and placed them on the pile next to my cushion...

The chanting finally stopped as I moved my feet slightly apart and positioned my hands to my sides... I stood there in the 'welcome' position as Alison had instructed. She was smirking victoriously at my crotch. For a few moments, I was glad to still have my boy parts covered, albeit by just my underpants.

I looked from Alison to Elizabeth and back again as I ruminated over what was going to happen next. I kind of knew already that I would end up fully naked and exposed, but if it was anything like the previous day, one of the 'new' girls would take the lead and pull down my underpants. I wasn't wrong either...

"Doesn't he look so cute and precious wearing just those pants girls?" Caroline teased, the other girls chuckling between themselves as they ogled my virtual nudity. "But as you know Phillipa, all boy members have to get naked... so Alison and Elizabeth are going to play a little game to see which one will have the pleasure of taking down your pants and putting you on display... won't that be fun?"

I swallowed and took a deep, pensive breath but remained silent.

"I said, won't that be fun? Phillipa?"

"Y-yes... Miss Caroline..." I lied, wondering what the game would entail.

"It's quite a simple game... Suzanne, bring the frisbee from the chest..." Caroline addressed her younger sister. Suzanne quickly went over to one of the wooden toy chests and retrieved a pink frisbee and handed it to me, before sitting back down on her cushion. "Tell us first, which girl, Alison or Elizabeth... would you prefer to be the one to pull down your underpants and make you all nudie again? Hmmm?"

"Errm... I... I don't know... Miss Caroline... I..." I stammered. How do you answer a question like that? One girl was going to hate me... the other girl would hate me even more, surely? "Please Miss Caroline... can't I just do it myself?" I whined weakly. Why did life have to be so complicated?

"No, no Phillipa... that wouldn't be anywhere near as much fun as watching you decide which girl you want to pull your pants down and get you fully naked again!" Caroline was clearly enjoying my torment. "Oh no... pick either Alison or Elizabeth... or even both! Wouldn't that be fun? One girl each side of you pulling your little boy underpants down! I'll give you ten seconds to decide... go!"

"Oh... errm... Miss Caroline please..." I stammered, my cheeks crimson at the thought of what was going to happen. I looked quickly at both Alison and Elizabeth, and soon realised that being twin sisters, they were quite competitive with each other...

"Me... me!!" Alison called out loudly, raising her hand like a schoolgirl desperate to answer a question from the teacher... "Ask me to do it... and I'll give you that good feeling in your willy before you go home..." Alison smiled at me warmly, a playful glint of promised mischief in her eyes... "Emma told me you like it... and I love to make boys feel good down there too... Boys look so funny when their good feeling starts and they can't stop it..."

Wow... Alison, a girl, was telling me that she would make me 'feel good' if I chose her... Then I looked at her twin sister, Elizabeth, she was equally demanding of my attention.

"No way! Pick me! Pick me! If you ath-k me to do it, I won't th-pank your willy too hard when I get the chance to punish you..." Elizabeth teased, making a spanking hand gesture in front of her to try and intimidate me. "But if you don't, I'll make sure you cry like a baby when I th-pank you... I like to see boys cry when their willie-th get punished..."

Oh my god... choices, choices... Either way it was chalk or cheese... love or hate... risk or reward...

"Time's up Phillipa... which girl would you like to pull your underpants down and strip you naked? Hmmm? Lizzy or Alison?" Caroline smirked, revelling in my indecision and struggle for rhyme or reason.

"Errm... I'd like Alison to do it!" I finally gabbled weakly, my head bowed in shame. "I mean... Miss Alison..." I had just been forced to choose which girl would complete my humiliation. Only it wasn't that simple... It never was. I had merely chosen who I would 'like' to perform the act... There was still the matter of the frisbee... what was that even for?

"Oooh, looks like Emma might have a little love rival..." Caroline teased, making the other girls giggle conspiratorially. All except Emma... she looked a little nonplussed. Not jealous as such... but something was on her mind... I was hoping that it was me. I wanted her to like me... because I was falling for her... "Little Phillipa wants Alison to pull his pants down and make him all nudie... Suzanne, make sure that is documented in Phillipa's records..." I saw Suzanne nod and make a mental note before her older sister continued. "Chance will decide which girl will finally strip you naked Phillipa... That frisbee has a symbol on the top side... can you see what it is?"

"Yes..." I replied, examining the frisbee. "It's the sign that means 'female.'"

"Good girl... that's right... and on the other side, it's the sign for a 'male...' So this game is a bit like 'heads and tails' that you might play with a coin. In this case, 'heads' will be 'female' and 'tails' will be 'male...' That's because boys have little wriggly tails between their legs don't they?" she smirked, making me blush scarlet. "When I tell you, I want you to flip the frisbee into the air and let it fall to the ground... If it lands with the 'female' pattern up, then Alison will pull your pants down... If it lands on 'male,' then Elizabeth will pull your pants down..."

"Why do I have to be represented by the dumb 'male' sign?" Elizabeth whined, attempting to protect her honour as a young female in charge.

"It's just a game Lizzy, it doesn't matter..." Caroline giggled empathetically at the younger girl's protest. "So... when you're ready, flip the frisbee..."

Feeling quite daft and no less worried about the next few minutes of my ordeal, I tossed the frisbee into the air, making sure to give enough power to make the disc flip over and over randomly. I secretly and quietly prayed for it to land with the 'female' sign up... I wanted to feel good... at some point today, I just wanted to feel good. I was hooked on that feeling... If it couldn't be Emma doing it, then at least it would be the prettier of the two twins. That's what my mind was telling me in my naive eleven year old logic anyway.

In slow motion, the frisbee flipped over and over, arcing upward and then down towards the floor. It hit the floor with a 'thud,' landing on it's edge and circling around the room like a loose cart wheel... Round and round it went as though undecided which side up it wanted to fall and secure my fate. I crossed my fingers with my hands down at my sides as I watched the frisbee circle tighter and tighter... teetering on the edge one way, then the other... The anticipation of a result was agonising!

Suddenly, the rules of physics won... the circle of motion became too tight and the frisbee ran out of kinetic energy... It flopped to lie flat on the floor with a 'pop.' Fortunately for me, it landed with the 'female' sign up, which meant that Alison was the winner... and me, well... I am still not sure that to this day that it would be classed as a 'victory' for me... Maybe less of a defeat... but not a victory... I mean, I was about to stripped naked by a girl again. At the back of my mind I knew that if I got in trouble, Lizzy was going to make me pay too... my buttocks and my poor young cock! On the bright side, I looked forward to 'feeling good.' Looking back, as you know by now, with these girls, any time a boy felt good, it always came at a stiff price.

"Yay, I win!" Alison giggled, raising both hands up in the air with some sort of celebration. I tensed and even curled my toes with distress at what was about to happen. There were seven girls there... all eagerly waiting to see me denuded again. Of course, the usual thoughts about running away flashed through my mind. But I had learned so much over the last few days... Girls were smarter, they were faster and 'stronger' too... they worked better together and they had tactics. I couldn't run... there was nowhere to run to and hide away... I just had to obey them and it would be alright in the end, wouldn't it?

"Congratulations Alison," Caroline remarked, "he's all yours to strip now..."

"Ahem..." Alison said, clearing her throat like a headmistress about to deliver a key speech in front of the whole school and moving closer to me. "Phillipa... I'm really glad that you wanted me to be the one to pull your pants down today, and I meant what I said... I really will make you feel good at some point today..." I watched her slowly get closer to me until she was standing right in front of me. I could tell from the look on her face that she could see the emerging fear and terror in my eyes at the prospect of what she was now 'allowed' to do to me. "Don't be afraid, try to relax and enjoy it... I know I'm going to enjoy it... it's always fun to get to see a different boy with no clothes on... and to be the one to actually pull his pants down... well, it's just so much fun!"

She began to circle me, like a lioness teasing her prey. The suspense was terrifying in itself... there she was, a girl of just ten years of age, talking so confidently about her experiences and how much she was going to enjoy what was about to happen.

"Are you nervous Phillipa?" Alison said in a whisper.

"Y-es Miss Alison," I replied truthfully and equally as quiet. I swallowed hard.

"Awww... poor boy... it's quite cute in a way that you should want to keep your bits and bobs all hidden away... It's quite funny that you would be so happy to stay with us all day wearing just your underpants too... But you really don't have to be shy or nervous or so modest... We can all see from the chart on the wall over there that in reality, your underpants don't really need to cover much up at all... And really, being fully naked isn't that much different from wearing your undies, is it?"

"I guess not Miss Alison..."

"So with that being the case... you don't really mind if we all see you without your pants on do you?"

"No... Miss Alison..."

"Very well then... put your hands behind your head and into 'surrender' position... but keep your legs and feet together..." Alison instructed calmly. I complied, moving my hands to the back of my head, and steadying myself with my feet together, and pressing my inside thighs and legs together too... I was standing up straight... tingling with excitement and wracked with nerves. "Good boy... now, like you did with Anita yesterday, admit to me why you will obey me..."

"I will obey you, because... you're a girl... Miss Alison..." I replied quickly with obvious dejection.

"Good... Now beg me to pull your undies down so that the girls can all see what you actually are... Beg me to make you all nudie again..." Alison grinned, staring right into my eyes and enjoying her power and my discomfort.

"Please... Miss Alison... Please pull down my pants and make me a nudie boy again..." I uttered with shame. "Please show the girls what I am..."

"And what is it that you are Phillipa? What have you got, that you want the girls to see?"

"I'm a b-boy, Miss Alison... And I want the girls to see my th-thing... I want girls to see my willy..." I heard girlish giggling around me in the hut, particularly from the younger girls there... Anita, Suzanne and Elizabeth. Alison, smirked at me.

"And will you be a big brave boy when I pull your pants down? Even if the girls laugh at your... willy?" This was mental torture for me as a boy.

"Yes... Miss Alison... I hope so..." I replied, beginning to whimper. I wanted to cry, but I wanted to be brave too... I blinked away the tears that were threatening the corners of my eyes and I sniffled. "I want to be your nudie slave boy too..." I added quietly, my mind on auto-pilot... It somehow seemed like the sort of thing that Alison, the girl in charge of me, would want to hear...

"Mmmmm... good boy... It seems we have a lot in common... You want me to pull your pants down in front of all the girls... and I want to do it for you... And I will! Very soon!" Alison reminded me curtly. "You want to show your willy off to girls... and just so you know, we want to see you show it off to us too... And you also said that you want to be my nudie slave boy too... Well Phillipa, I can assure you that all of that is going to happen... so everyone wins today don't we? Hmmm?"

"Yes Miss Alison," I gulped. With that, she knelt down in front of me and positioned her hands on the insides of the elastic waist of my plain black briefs. My muscles tensed in my limbs and my tummy. I got that queasy feeling again as the moment of truth was upon me. No turning back now... I surreptitiously closed my eyes, seeking inspiration and courage from a Jedi Master... but the Force was silent... only Caroline addressing me...

"Keep your eyes open Phillipa remember! Look at the girl who is about to strip you... so you'll remember that it was a girl doing it..."

"Y-yes... sorry, Miss Caroline," I apologised, my eyes flying open again in a daze of confusion before settling on the hazel coloured orbs of Alison's pretty, alluring eyes. She was beaming with glee... obviously the highlight of her day, so far.

"Are you ready handsome?" she teased. "Tell me what to do..."

"Y-yes, Miss Alison... Please... p-pull them down..."

I took the biggest breath I could and steadied myself against the fear and embarrassment I felt... The excitement of it all washed through me too in that perplexing paradox of sexual wonder. I felt the butterflies dancing inside my belly... my young heart thumping away in my chest, trying to give me spirit and courage.

As Alison began to tug at the waist of my underpants, my well practiced reaction of humiliation management was to interlock the fingers of my hands behind my head even tighter, no doubt turning my knuckles white as I began to ride the latest storm. I could feel the heat of the blush in my cheeks too as I surrendered to let a girl younger than me, strip down my underpants in front of six other fully clothed girls...

Alison looked away from my eyes as she continued to tug on my pants, her attention turned eagerly to stare at my crotch, no doubt imagining what was about to be revealed to her and the other girls. I blinked another tear away from my eye as I held strong. I didn't want to cry again... Not in front of seven...

I saw Alison's tongue poke out slightly from between her lips and lick first over her top lip and then the lower one before sliding back into her mouth as her grin of confidence broadened. Although it all felt like slow motion, I could tell that Alison was pulling my pants down quicker than Anita had done the day before. Indeed, my bald pubis was already exposed at the front and I could already feel cool air over the flesh of my boyish buttocks...

"Off... off... off..." I heard the other girls recommence their chanting and teasing, accompanied by orchestrated clapping in time with the words. I could also hear the tell-tale 'click' of Suzanne's camera as she captured my latest humiliation on film for 'my records.' I couldn't bare to look at Suzanne, or into the camera lens... I kept my attention on the girl in front of me, pulling my pants down to expose me in front of her excited young feminist audience.

"Mmmm... Ngghh..." I gasped and whimpered, feeling Alison's fingers wriggling inside the fabric of my underpants, almost tickling my upper thighs as she tugged my pants further downward, almost at the point where the root of my penis was about to be exposed.

"Mmmm... isn't this fun? You're being so big and brave!" Alison teased soothingly as she paused for a moment. "Oh dear... still as bald as a baby boy down here... just like Anita told me... Do you have a cute little baby boy size wee-wee Phillipa?"

"NO!" I replied testily and with some defence. "I mean... no, Miss Alison... I'm not a baby boy... honest..."

"How big are you then? Or how small?" Alison teased with a derisory smirk.

"I'm just over two inches long... when soft," I replied quietly, my blushes intensifying. I was confessing to a girl I barely knew what the size of my thing was... a girl younger than me too... Oh gosh, why couldn't she just pull them down and get this over with?

"Don't say 'I'm...' Call your thing what you call it... and say again how small you are..." Alison chided me.

"My willy... Miss Alison... sorry. My willy is just over two inches long, when it's soft..."

"Hmmm... the Big Book of Boy Secrets suggests that is a little bit smaller than average for an eleven year old boy... Hmmm... that's a little disappointing for us girls isn't it? So, how much bigger is it when you're all stiff and excited and thinking about naughty things? Hmmm?"

"My... willy... is three inches long when stiff... Miss Alison," I replied, my eyes squinting to try and ride the shame I felt at this line of questioning.

"Liar!" Suzanne called from the other side of the hut... "It's 2.8 inches... It's all there up on the wall... there's no need to lie... Your thing is what it is... Dummy... When it's out in the open again, we'll all be seeing it for what it is anyway... a worthless little maggoty worm! And if you tell another lie today, you'll get spanked!"

I swallowed hard at the correction and threat that Suzanne had made... I looked back at Alison and saw her drinking in my shame and ongoing terror.

"I can't wait to see your willy for myself now Phillipa," Alison beamed. "Our mother runs a play centre in one of the barns on our farm... Children come from all the surrounding villages while their parents are at work in the summer... Lizzy and I get to help out... We even change the nappies when required... especially the boys' ones... We play lots of secret games and we've got to measure all the boys that attend... Some of them are only a year or so younger than us... and Jeff... he's twelve, and we measured him too... But guess what Phillipa... I can tell you, there are boys quite a bit younger than you that are longer than 2.8 inches when fully stiff!"

"And we're allowed to punish the naughty one-th," Elizabeth interjected with an air of pride in her voice. "It th-eems that only boys are naughty... as it'th only boys that get th-panked... And always with their underpants down... th-panked on their willy and bottom... and always in front of the girls..."

'Oh my god... these twins are... savages,' I thought with horror, my heart rate intensifying and my queasy tummy churning with terror. I realised that I wasn't tingling any more... the bulge had gone... My nerves had beaten me... I was fully flaccid inside my pants. Scared to death.

"When we organise games for the other children," Alison continued, looking up at me to keep my attention, "the girls always win... and the girls are always rewarded... and now it's time for me to claim my reward!" With that, she giggled and resumed the tugging action on my underpants... it was time for my exposure... because she decided it was time, as though it was her right. Which of course, in the Girls' Club, it was.

Obviously at that time, I didn't recognise the clues in Alison's statement about the play centre on their farm. That bit about the girls winning all the games. I was only eleven and I missed the significance it... But looking back on it all now, it kind of makes sense... The girls obviously rigged the games... Or at least that's what I suspect... I was the first boy I had come across who had been treated in this way by girls. Other boys I knew at school around that age were still 'winners' and successful.

It was around this time in my life, that my eyes began to fully open and witness the female-centric world around me where females seemed to dominate over males from birth through to death... I mean, women even live longer than men... Their gender is superior by design. But surely... Alison and Elizabeth were rigging those games so they could control and humiliate the boys? Maybe it's just 'sour grapes' or some latent denial from an older, but still inferior boy! I still don't really know.

"Off... Off... Off!" the other girls re-commenced their teasing chant of encouragement to Alison.

In no time at all, Alison had pulled my underpants down to my knees, exposing the helpless little hairless root of my soft penis... The chanting stopped and there were girlish jeers and cheers as my boy parts came into view for them all...

Being uncircumcised, my foreskin easily encapsulated the glans of my cock and formed a small pouty funnel of pink flesh at the tip... Though my cheeks boiled with scarlet shame, I could feel the contrast lower down on my body as the cool air inside the hut suddenly circulated all round my bare naked pre-pubescent boyishness... Over my penis... around my little ball sack too... Seven girls were looking intently at my immature male sex organs... my underpants still at half mast around my knees... held in place by my latest young conqueress... Two new girls now had their curiosities about me answered...

'The girls aren't bullying you are they Phillip?' I heard my mum's voice in my mind. 'Do I need to speak to anyone's mother and get them to stop?' I was blushing scarlet as I remembered what I had told my mother the previous evening at dinner. 'No mum, girls can't bully boys... it's just a silly game...' I could have made all this stop, if only I had been brave enough to tell my mother... if only I had the balls... 'But you don't want it to stop... do you, flyboy?' I heard Emma's voice in my head... Gosh, my emotions were in turmoil.

I felt so humiliated at that moment. My hands interlocked behind my head and well out of mischief. My knees and legs and feet together as commanded, somehow made it feel as though I was standing up straight... and yet for some reason, it seemed to keep my penis and scrotum closer to my body... Looking down at my crotch, it made me feel smaller down there than I actually was... just from the way I was being displayed. With my briefs holding my knees together like that, I felt like a very little boy indeed.

Right then, I wanted to be bigger down there... I dreaded the girls teasing me and felt that if they were going to see my privates, then at least be bigger than what they appeared right then. If I was going to have to be a nudie boy all over again, then I didn't want the added shame of appearing so... small... even more of a 'figure of fun' than I already was for them.

"Hello there tiny... don't be shy..." Alison giggled and smiling playfully. She was looking straight at my cock, and briefly at my scrotum too. "What an interesting looking little slug you have... I think I could have a lot of fun with your little willy Phillipa!" she concluded, looking up into my eyes victoriously. My feelings of shame continued, worsened by the repeated use of words like 'little,' or 'tiny' when coupled with 'willy.' I felt so emasculated... defeated and inferior, all over again. It was never ending.

"I think you're right si-th," Elizabeth suddenly announced with a chuckle. "It'th a cute little willy... all the better to th-pank him with!" Her face wore equal victory and glee.
Seven girls were still looking at my flaccid penis... the state in which it looked at it's weakest... it's most powerless... it's most irrelevant... and it's most immature.

Then, with a sudden flourish of finale, Alison whipped my pants down fully to my ankles... somehow making me feel even more like a little boy... standing in front of a toilet bowl and waiting to pee and pretending to be a grown up... But with my pants fully down around my ankles like that, I was showing off my naive childish immaturity in the act.

"Good boy... you've been so big and brave... and now you got your wish didn't you Phillipa?" Alison asked. "I pulled your pants down, just like you wanted... and now your willy is all on show for us girls to see... just like you wanted... Best of all, you're proving to us that you're a true and genuine boy member of the Club... I mean, we can all see that you have a willy... and we've seen how obedient you can be when told what to do by a girl... That's pretty much how all boys should be. So, with everyone getting what they want right now, we're all having fun aren't we?"

I didn't respond or dare move a muscle... I couldn't decide if I was having fun... The tingling had kind of stopped in my privates for some reason... Maybe it was Elizabeth and what she had said... and threatened. Despite my shame, I did feel a sense of freedom and liberation at being naked, except for the underpants around my ankles. There was a thrill of adrenalin and being naked in front of seven girls, even if I wasn't tingling... Was the game changing?

"You ARE having fun with us, aren't you Phillipa?" Alison asked again more insistently.

"I guess so Miss Alison..." I replied quietly, far from convincing myself.

"Then say it... tell us that you're having fun as our nudie boy again..."

"Miss Alison... I..." I began cautiously. I paused dramatically... it would have been obvious to anyone else watching that I was about to tell a lie. "I'm having... f-fun as a nudie boy... again... I'm having so much fun..." I added for effect. Sometimes, when girls have managed to get your pants down, you have to just run with what they say, or find that things just get worse and worse. What I found with these girls though, whether you obeyed or disobeyed, things escalated quickly... and not always for the better.

"Good boy... If you weren't having fun, that would be really sad wouldn't it? Especially if you felt you wanted to leave... Now, be a good boy and step out of those pants and add them to your pile... then you can resume your 'welcome' position..."

With sluggish movements and embarrassment, I stepped out of the pooled underpants at my feet, and bent down to pick them up. I folded them carefully and added them to the pile. As Alison returned to sit down on her cushion, I stood back upright, feet slightly parted again for stability and rested my hands flat at my sides... the 'welcome' position.

Looking down briefly, I felt a little bit happier that my boy genitals didn't seem so tight and close to my body... The modest tube of my shaft was able to hang a little more freely over the front side of my wrinkly little scrotum... Although flaccid, I didn't think I looked as small as I did when I was first exposed a few moments previously. A small crumb of comfort in a tin of broken biscuits.

"Do a twirl for us nudie boy!" Anita called mischievously... "Like you did for us yesterday... do a twirl right there as you are..." I sighed with frustration at the childishness of it all. But regardless of how I felt, I obeyed the younger girl and turned round a couple of times, giving the girls an equal chance to view my buttocks, and my front parts. "We still need to work on your presentation when you twirl... I have some ideas for that another day..."

"Can we th-ee him hard?" Elizabeth then piped up.

"Of course," Caroline replied. "I thought you'd never ask... You go over and see how long it takes you to make him stiff for you..."

'Oh god,' I thought... 'Not Elizabeth... she sounds worse than Suzanne... the cruellest of the cruel...' I flinched a little as Elizabeth brought over her cushion and kneeled up on it in front of me, gazing right at my privates.

"Hold th-till now..." Elizabeth cautioned. "You obey me too becau-th you're a boy... and I'm a girl... You let me do th-ith, or I'll th-pank you... right on your COCK... got it?"

"Y-yes, Miss Elizabeth..." I replied, my voice quivering. The way she used the word 'cock' startled me to instant compliance and submission. So there I stood, with my hands compliantly at my sides, while I let a ten year old young female supremacist begin to rub her hand over my bald little pubic mound... She rubbed me gently, like Aladdin rubbing his lamp for the first time... then spread her fingers, rubbing all over the bulge of my hairless pubis... right to left and back again... It was almost tickling me and I pushed my crotch out forward to try and reduce the tickling sensation.

"Ohhh... Mmmm..." I gasped as I felt the exciting tingles of arousal begin to flourish through my loins... I realised that I wanted her to touch me... She was a girl, and I wanted her to touch me. Although my mind was telling me it should be humiliating, I couldn't deny or ignore the instantly exciting feelings I got all around my private parts. It felt, 'right' for her to touch me.

Pulling her hand back slightly, she then focussed her attention on the shaft of my immature penis. She gripped me softly at first, as though getting a feel for my modest size and the softness of my pre-pubescent skin. I pushed my crotch out a little further to meet her hand as she teased me with her fingers... Subconsciously, I was submitting myself to her touch... encouraging her... secretly wanting her to make me feel good as I stood there obediently and let her do with me what she wanted.

"Nnnnghgh..." I grunted with developing arousal and anxiety. Was she going to make me feel good? All the way to a wonderful climax? My hips moved forward and back on auto-pilot making my awakened erection move forward and back too... trying to maximise the touch of her hand around my sex.

Looking back on that moment fondly at what it represented, it must have looked to anyone watching that I was gently 'fucking' the air in front of me, searching for more contact and movement of the girl's hand that was touching me. Not that I knew how to 'fuck' at all... I was simply doing what felt good, being led by my penis... and doing what nature's design had intended for boys when the time of discovery was right.

"Oh... so you want me to play game-th with you Phillipa?" Elizabeth asked, giggling at my actions... and letting go of my virtually fully rigid penis. "We have plenty of time for that... I ju-tht want to see you all th-tiff..." She resumed her contact with my genitals by placing her entire palm across my crotch and pressing forward and flattening my penis upward onto my tummy. She rubbed her palm in tiny circles all over my crotch... pressing into the base of my cock where it joined my scrotum, her palm rubbing over the little bag of testicles in equal measure. I was tingling even more now and I could tell that I was about as hard as I was going to get... there in her very hand... "You like me doing thi-th don't you?"

"Mmmmggghh... y-yes... Miss Elizabeth," I gasped... feeling the muscle in the base of my penis flexing obediently for her as she stimulated me.

"Good boy... becau-th I like doing it..." she smiled at me. "I may th-pank boy-th hard... but I play ny-th with them too... Boy-th are funny down here..." As my little stiffy continued to obey it's conqueress, Elizabeth's hand changed position to fully grip the shaft of my penis again... tighter than before, as though she were holding a tennis racket. She tugged it gently and squeezed before moving her hand back and forward a little.

After a few brief and dreamy seconds of her masturbating me, I was breathing hard and gasping with arousal... I was definitely fully stiff now, and Elizabeth could tell... Almost as quickly as it began, her hand left my crotch and she just stared up at me with a look of superiority on her face as she moved away from me to admire her 'handy' work...

"Ta-da!" she giggled. "One th-tiff little boy cock..." With that, the other girls in the hut broke out into fits of laughter at my expense. There was the 'click' of Suzanne's camera shutter too... "That-th why it'th better to be a girl... we don't have anything like that silly little thing poking out from between our legs all the time... Remind u-th Phillipa... I-th it better to have a silly little th-ticky out boy-cock... or a ny-th neat vulva, like a girl?"

I gulped and blushed hard at the situation I was in. Naked and exposed, asked to betray my whole gender yet again and stiff as a board... tingling and aroused... my excitement visible for all the girls to see. I couldn't deny any of it, could I? To confirm my suspicions, I looked down at my crotch fitfully... There I could see the evidence of my arousal... all '2.8 inches' of it, straining straight out from my hairless groin... It was saluting all seven girls looking back at me... celebrating their domination of me... stiff and tingling... and begging for attention...

"It's better to be a girl... Miss Elizabeth..." I sniffled, a single tear finally managing to free itself from the extreme corner of my eye. A little dew drop of remorse at my treacherous admission. The little muscle at the base of my cock flexed again, all on it's own, reminding me how weak I was... how horny I was too... Then I remembered the other details that the girls had instilled in me over the last couple of days... stuff I kind of felt obliged to say when challenged about it like I was then... "A boy's willy... is... nothing sp-special... <sniff> A boy's willy is as worthless as a w-worm... And his willy belongs to girls... because girls... rule... and boys, do not, Miss Elizabeth... Oh gosh... It's better to <sniff> have a vulva... than a p-penis..."

"Good boy..." Elizabeth smirked. "And now you'll remember it forever and ever, won't you?" With that, she picked up her cushion and returned to her spot, sitting down Indian style once more, happy that her curiosity about me and my stiffy were answered. Happy with her work to tease me and make me debase myself with a few simple words... My cock felt betrayed... by my shameful admissions of course. But also the frustration of being stimulated to erection by a girl, only for her to leave it alone when fully stiff... when she had gotten what she wanted... A different style and subtlety of cruelty...

"Well Phillipa... what a wonderful member of the Club you are..." Caroline said, picking up the pace of the latest Club meeting. "You really are getting into your role as a junior boy member and sharing your true feelings and beliefs with us... I'm very impressed... we'll have to make sure you are rewarded for your continued obedience, and flattering remarks... But now it's time for your inspection... Please, place your cushion in the centre of the meeting circle like yesterday and 'sit...'"

As I moved my cushion to the centre of the meeting circle, there was a round of hushed and whispered conversations taking place between the various girls. I guessed that they were staring at me... of course... but also trying to second guess who was going to inspect which part of me this time...

Aware of my nudity and how my exposure would be heightened by the required position, I kneeled down on my cushion as efficiently as I could. My knees were planted slightly apart, my ankles interlocked behind me, and hands resting on the top of my head. I had successfully put myself in the 'sit' position... my bald little erection saluting Caroline directly sat upon her garden chair 'throne.'

"How do you think you will get on with the inspection today Phillipa?" Caroline asked me candidly when she was satisfied that I was in the required position.

"I... errm... I think I will pass the inspection today... green ticks on my chart... Miss Caroline..." I replied as brightly as I could. This was probably the most confident I felt during the day so far, but I guess I didn't sell my confidence too well...

"Are you confident about that Phillipa? Or do you merely... 'think' that you will pass inspection today?"

"I'm confident Miss Caroline... yes... I had a bath before I came here this morning..."

"Good girl... If you are confident, you really should say so... Although you're a boy and have far less privileges in the Club than girls, you don't have to be so timid and squeamish all the time. Remember, we're girls, not monsters... and you can have a lot of fun with us so long as you follow the rules and accept your role as... shall we say, a member of the, 'second sex...' Look, we like boys to be real boys... not mice... Mice are too easy to squash or to keep as pets... Being here with us will make you into a better boy... really... Obey girls and accept that we're superior and in charge of everything, and we can have a lot of fun exploring it all together... You don't have to be so... squeaky and timid all the time... So, are you a boy, or a mouse?" The younger girls giggled at Caroline's analogy.

"If he's a mouse... can we cut off his tail with a carving knife?!" Suzanne giggled before I could answer.

"Shush Suzanne... no you can't... Phillipa isn't blind and you're not a farmer's wife for a start, and I doubt he would want to run after YOU!" Caroline giggled with her sister at her interjection and then turned to look back at me. "So, are you a boy... or a mouse?"

"I'm a boy... Miss Caroline..." I replied contritely.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course..." I replied, more confidently. Caroline's eyes were warm... encouraging. "Look down there... I have a willy between my legs... Miss Caroline... and a bag with two balls inside... So that means I'm a boy..." I couldn't believe how relaxed and 'normal' I felt when I said that... I had actually just invited a girl to look directly at my genitals to prove my gender to her. I 'didn't mind' her looking to see...

"Good girl Phillipa... that's the spirit..." she beamed, taking time to observe my bare naked erection. "But having a penis still doesn't mean that you're not a timid little mouse... There are lots and lots of... 'boy mice...' aren't there? I'll let you think about that... And now I hope for your sake that you do pass with green ticks today Phillipa... we have a very demanding spanker in the Club as you know... You really don't want to cross Elizabeth..." Caroline then giggled and shared a knowing nod with her young spanking expert. "In fact, as the youngest girl here today and meeting Phillipa for the first time, you're on tummy button inspection today..." With that, the younger girl sighed with frustration. "Don't be like that silly... there will be plenty more opportunities to inspect him while he is a member here with us..."

"Junior member..." Suzanne insisted, showing a lack of patience. "Come on sis... he's a worthless, pervert bed wetter like all the others... HE can only ever be a JUNIOR member... he's a BOY! Look there, his little DICK is right in front of you!"

"Ha-ha... calm down Suzy..." Caroline giggled. "You don't have to correct me all the time you know... Some things are obvious once they have been explained once... Of course he's a junior member and I know only too well that HE, is a real live, almost fully functioning boy! Okay, where was I? Oh yes... Elizabeth on tummy button duty today and... Natasha I think, is next in line to inspect his penis... and foreskin... Okay girls, get to it..."

"What about his bum?" Suzanne asked with calculated derision.

"I have an idea about that..." Caroline said cryptically. With that, I held still while Elizabeth approached me again to set about inspecting my navel... Caroline whispered something to Emma and she retrieved a small bottle of the 'Cola' from her plastic bag and handed it to the older girl. She also retrieved another smaller clear plastic bottle with something inside from one of the old wooden toy chests. Caroline placed both items at her feet.

Like the previous day, the inspection of my tummy button was quite invasive. As always, the girls were going to prove how thorough they could be... I watched nervously as Elizabeth began her inspection... Taking great care not to touch my still inquisitive erection, she leaned forward and pressed her nose against my tummy button. She inhaled deeply... right there at my navel.

The muscles in my tummy tensed with apprehension and I sucked my stomach inward a little, almost in an attempt to get away. It was just as humiliating as the day before, even though I was sure I would pass with flying colours.

Finally, Elizabeth moved her head away and looked at me blankly. Her hand then reached forward and fingertips circled the outside of my navel... That tickled!

"Hold th-till... always wise for a girl a double check..." Elizabeth smirked at my reaction, as she pushed her young index finger into my navel... It was a much more firm push inward than Anita had done the previous day. Once up to her first knuckle, Elizabeth moved her finger around inside... like she was stirring a small pot with a large spoon.

"Nnggghh... Ow..." I protested weakly and sucked in another large breath as my body continued to tense. I must have looked a proper silly sight as I was squirming on the spot against her probing finger. "Oww! That's enough... please!"

"I'll th-ay when it'th enough..." Elizabeth retorted icily, urging me to be still. "I want to be sure... I'm a good th-panker you know..."

Finally, Elizabeth removed the probing finger from my navel and moved it to her nose before sniffing it... She made a neutral face and allowed me to smell her finger too before she moved back to her cushion and sat down once more upon it. I couldn't smell anything.

"He's clean in there today... I gue-th it'th a green tick..." Elizabeth remarked, somewhat disappointed that she wouldn't get to spank me for a dirty belly button. Still, there was a lot more of the inspection to come. But like I said, I was confident.

"Thank you Miss Elizabeth," I said brightly. "Sparkly clean... just like a girl..." Emma giggled at my countered words to my 'inspector' and continued confidence. How long would it last though? With these girls, anything was possible.

"Okay Phillipa," Caroline announced. "It's time for the next part of your inspection... Natasha, your turn..." With that, the expectant looking girl in the pretty summer dress brought her cushion and placed it in front of me before kneeling up on it and assessing the task in front of her. It seemed to me from the activities of the day before that Natasha was not all that experienced in undertaking a penis and foreskin inspection, so I was a little concerned that this could be an even more 'bumpy' ride than it was when Emma had done it.

Of course, the tingling excitement raged on within my immature loins as my erection anticipated some action at the hands of a girl. Although naked and on display like that, I really did feel a little more comfortable about things at that moment. I was more comfortable I guess because it was familiar... just with two more, and different girls watching and participating. But the acts themselves so far, were quite familiar to me and I kind of knew what to expect. Now, Natasha was going to take her turn inspecting my stiff little badge of masculinity.

"Hold still Phillipa," Natasha smiled cautiously, her own nerves showing on her face. "Be a good girl for me..." She reached out tentatively towards my crotch with both of her hands... Her left hand took a firm hold of the shaft of my hairless but raging little erection. Her right hand took a grasp of my hip as best it could. Natasha wriggled her index finger a little to practice her technique of what she was about to do. "Be a big brave girl... I don't want to hurt you, but you must let me do it..."

"Ngghh..." I gasped as the older girl's fingertip made contact with the pinkish-red partially splayed funnel at the tip of my foreskin. The tip of her finger swashed quickly over the sensitive little slit of my pee hole and made my body tense... "Oww!" I whimpered and squirmed as Natasha tried to tame me with her finger... "Owwww... Miss Natasha don't... not like that..." Her fingertip tickled over my pee slit again and it made my hips jolt forward briefly... God that was uncomfortable, and scared me to death every time...

Never letting go and eager to demonstrate her control over my boy sex, she giggled freely at my cowardly reaction to her inexperienced probing finger. Again she rubbed over my little slit... I thought her fingernail was going to cut me... or push right inside the tiny split into my actual pee-hole.

"Owwww!" I whined, somehow my crotch lurching forward again as though my body was trying to encourage her. Actually, what I wanted was to push the other way and stop the creepy sensation of her finger rubbing over and around the pee slit at the tip of my raging little cock.

"Don't be such a baby..." Natasha teased me. "You didn't act all sissy like this when EMMA did it did you?" With that, she looked round and smirked wickedly at Emma... my love interest, watching the older girl gleefully 'torture' my privates. Briefly, she finally jabbed her fingernail slightly into the slit of my pee hole...

"Aggghhhh... no! Stop it! That's not how you do it!" I whined... "Please Miss Natasha, stop it!" I began to cry again...

"He-he-he... I'm just having a little fun with you Phillipa... Don't cry like a widdle-baby..." Natasha was showing her cruel side... and delivering it with more confidence than I could. "Remind us again Phillipa... who rules... girls, or boys?"

"Oww... Nggghh... <sniff> Girls do... <sob> Girls rule Miss Natasha..."

"Yes indeed... and which sex is weaker... girls? Or boys?" she questioned further, rubbing over the slit of my pee hole once more and making me gasp with terror. If ever I felt a weakness about being male, and from possessing young male genitals between my legs, this was it, in spades. She was proving it to me... beyond all reasonable doubt.

"BOYS... Miss Natasha... <sob> Boys are weaker... Ohhhh, stop it... <sniff> boys are the weaker sex... boys are... boys are!"

"He-he... good girl..." Natasha chuckled and my whimpering. "Glad we got that straight again..." With that, she moved her right hand to grip the base of my cock and finally wriggled the pad of her probing fingertip up over the top of my glans and under my foreskin...

"Nnnnngghghh... Ohhhh god.... Ohhh!" I whimpered and gasped as Natasha began to finger me under my foreskin... All over the top side of my ticklish, sensitive glans... My erection flexed beyond my control as Natasha demonstrated her hold over me, and my boy sex.

A boy surely would never get used to feeling a girl's finger right inside there, exploring him so intimately under the floppy skin covering his glans... Now well practiced at it, my buttocks were clenched and my cheeks ablush with shame and turmoil. I felt Natasha's finger exploring all over the glans and into the little furrowed ridge beyond... checking me... A girl inspecting a boy, because that was just how things were done in Langton Magna Girls' Club... Where girls demonstrated the full range of their superiority... and boys... Well, we just learned to know our place.

The tingling in my glans and along my shaft was expanding and increasing and I began to pant... It wouldn't be long before I would have a climax if she continued doing what she was doing. Subconsciously, I pushed my crotch forward towards Natasha, and almost encouraging her to continue as I sought a climax... That would be a small reward for what she was doing to me and how horrifying it was all over again.

I was actually thrusting towards her gently... 'fucking the air' again to increase the contact between her finger, her hand and my private parts. She knew what it meant... she had a 'Big Book of Boy Secrets' to refer to and god knows what else...

"Mmmm... Mmmm..." I panted.

"I'm done..." Natasha said, leaving me frustrated again with my stiff cock betraying my excitement in salute to her dominance as she withdrew her finger from beneath my foreskin.

"Ohhh... Ngghh..." I sighed with relief that the creepy sensations were over, but with disappointed frustration that I didn't get to reach a climax. I watched nervously as she moved her finger to her nose and slowly sniffed it... like she was a wine taster checking the perfume of a fine vintage Bordeaux. It quickly felt all shameful again, feelings of 'invasion' and self disgust that she was smelling what I was like under my foreskin... It was her turn to smell me... Now she knew what my penis smelled like... right there in front of the other girls... My natural scent, whatever it was, coated her finger.

The relief of no longer having Natasha's finger playing over the little slit at the tip of my penis was still overwhelming and I nearly lurched to the side. Still I watched her as she sniffed at her finger a second time, drawing out my humiliating ordeal. Nonetheless, the little muscle at the base of my penis flexed again beyond my control, and I felt my little erection bob a little. Despite it all, my mind and my body was being 'thrilled.'

"Tell me... have you been to the toilet since your bath this morning... Have you been for a wee?"

"No Miss Natasha..." I gasped. I was worried about why she asked the question... surely I was clean... as clean as a girl...

"Okay... your turn, you smell it..." With that, she moved her finger right under my nose and waited for me to smell it. I breathed in deeply... and found relief that I couldn't really smell anything on it... Maybe a little bit of a familiar, 'boyish' aroma, but I couldn't place what it was... it wasn't strong and was generally neutral to my senses. "Well? Are you a clean girl? Or are you a dirty little boy who needs a spanking from Elizabeth?"

"I'm a... clean girl..." I blushed scarlet... It was becoming almost second nature not to flinch when one of the Club members called me a 'girl.' But it was still totally embarrassing to describe myself as a 'girl' when I was so obviously not a girl.

"Yes you are... you passed your foreskin inspection today..." she declared, turning round to nod her approval at both Caroline and Suzanne. Turning back to me, she smiled and said, "But I'm not quite done with you yet..."

"Wh-what?" I gasped, a little fearful at what more she intended to do.

"Suck it clean..." Natasha beamed, poking her dirty finger into my mouth before I had chance to protest or 'shut up shop.' "Like a good little girl might suck her boyfriend's willy..." My tongue found her finger as it wriggled inside my mouth... in fact her finger found my tongue and she pressed downward, holding my tongue prisoner with her finger for a while. Again, she demonstrated how a girl can dominate a boy in the most unusual and unexpected of ways.

I began to suck on the finger in earnest... I mean, it looked really childish and it felt like a dirty thing to be doing, but I couldn't really taste anything. I was after all, a clean boy. For once, despite humiliating myself by sucking on her finger, I felt quite proud... proud to be as clean as a girl.

"That's enough... good girl... we don't want the finger to cum, do we?" Natasha smiled wickedly. She withdrew her finger from my mouth and wiped it a couple of times on the material of her dress. "One last thing..." she smiled, her mouth opening wide enough to remind me that she was wearing braces on her teeth. I gasped again, wondering what she was going to do next as I watched Natasha grasp hold of my penis again, just behind the little concealed bulb of my glans... "It's my turn to skin the little boy bunny rabbit... and then, Elizabeth and Alison will get to see Phillipa's FULLY naked little dickie in all it's... ahem... glory..."

"Oh... please don't Miss Natasha..." I whimpered, unprepared for that particular little humiliating ritual. "Let me do it myself... please... let me do it! It's so... embarrassing when a girl does it..."

"Good!" she chuckled. "You're such a little sissy at times... are you a boy or a mouse?"

"I'm a boy!" I replied insistently, as Natasha gripped my hairless and erect shaft a little tighter to emphasise her point. "Owwww... I'm a boy, I'm a boy! Miss Natasha... a boy!"

"Then prove it... hold still and let me do it... and quit your little sissy-boy whining... You need to toughen up... so ask me nicely to pull back your foreskin... and show Alison and Elizabeth what the weaker sex really looks like, fully naked..."

"Oh gosh... no, please! Miss Natasha, please!" I gasped, this was much more humiliating than the previous day... wasn't it? Everything was turning out much more complicated and confusing and humiliating. And I knew that worse was to come too. My buttocks clenched in sympathy.

"Say it..." She squeezed me a little tighter still...

"Oww... Okay... okay..." I squirmed against her grip until she relented. "Miss Natasha... please, pull back my foreskin... and show Miss Alison and Miss Elizabeth what... errrm... oh god... <sob> show them what the... weaker sex really looks like... fully naked..."

"Now look at Alison and Elizabeth... and ask them nicely to come closer and watch while you have your foreskin pulled back by a girl... Then tell them that you want them to see what the weaker sex really looks like, fully exposed... because it looks funny when a girl makes it happen... Say it now, Phillipa..."

"Oh gosh... errm... Miss Alison... Miss Elizabeth... please... <sniff> come closer and watch my penis while I have my... errrm... my foreskin pulled back by a girl... <sob> You're both girls and... you're better than me..." I blushed and whimpered, horrified at what I was being made to say. My privates tingled though... I was aroused and stiff... I must have been enjoying it... somehow. "You're better than... b-boys... and I want you see what the... <sniff> weaker, sex... really looks like... It looks funny, wh-when a girl makes it happen... <sob>"

Alison and Elizabeth squealed with delight at the words of my admittance and request, no doubt impressed with the nature and level of my obedience and self-debasement. They moved into position either side of me, staring intently, poised for Natasha to begin...

"You ready Phillipa?" Natasha asked, waiting for me to look a her. I gently bit my lip with shame and nodded my head gently. "Ask me to do it to you... like before..."

"Please Miss Natasha... pull back my foreskin... <blush> And... and, show all the girls what the, weaker sex... <sob> really looks like... Please do it to me... let them all see what I'm really like... <sniff> down there..."

"Very well, nudie boy..." she giggled and immediately began the final exposure of my boyhood secrets to the two 'new' girls. "Watch closely," she continued, addressing Alison and Elizabeth, both observing attentively. "As you know from the book, the most interesting part of a boy's weakness is hidden under this loose skin covering the tip... Here goes... this is how we skin a little boy bunny... Time to expose his little magic mushroom!"

Now using her right hand to grip round my little furrowed ball sack, Natasha began to tug back on the foreskin covering my glans in earnest. She wasn't hanging around either...

"Oggghhhhh... god..." I winced as I felt the foreskin move downward and start to yield over the bulb of my glans... God my sex was tingling, my stomach churning and my head swimming with a paradox of conflicting emotions.

"See? Keep the boy under control by gripping his balls like this... and just tug the skin down with your other hand..." Natasha commented with the confidence of an experienced foreskin retractor. When in fact, this was her first time. I learned over time that girls are especially quick learners... particularly when learning from other girls... "Boys really are this simple to skin back... Pull downward on it... just like I'm doing... down towards his balls... You'll know when to stop... you'll see it and feel it 'pop' into place... like so..."

My foreskin stretched and slowly retracted back over my glans, all under girl control. Another girl showing off her superior, efficient technique.

"Nnggghh..." I grunted and then gasped, my cheeks scarlet with shame and my buttocks clenching again as my young pre-pubescent body traced the well trodden path of humiliation and the ultimate of forced exposure.

'Pop...' As if by magic, my foreskin was fully retracted into the little furrow behind the glans and it settled into place, nice and snug as Natasha stopped pulling downwards.

"There... look... it's popped into place behind that little ridge... see? That's where boys can get real dirty, and why we inspect them under their foreskin... Phillipa is clean today, and passed her inspection... and now best of all, Phillipa is FULLY naked for us to look at..." Natasha beamed with victory. "You can see why I call it a little magic mushroom now can't you? See how pinkish and purpley-grey it is on the top side?"

Of course, as Elizabeth and Alison took time to look at me there, and move back to their own cushion seats, I remained in place like the compliant little nudie slave boy I was becoming. On show for a room full of seven fully clothed girls, all looking back at me, an image of naked, immature masculinity, and a reminder of their unparalleled superiority over me.

What they were ALL looking at was a naked and obedient boy's penis... his foreskin fully drawn back... his moist and urgent looking little glans totally exposed at the extremity of his smaller than average young pre-pubescent erection. The younger girls somehow seemed to show their enjoyment more in the expressions on their faces...

In retrospect, I know that they all had longings and exciting tingles in various parts of their own bodies... But I was some way off from discovering, how, what and where in particular a girl felt good... Much less, what a real girl's 'thing' really looked like. Yet here were seven girls who knew virtually everything about what I looked like... how sexually aroused I was because of what was happening... And how clean I was... for a boy.

To add to the mix of conflicting emotions, I was aware that Suzanne was once more using her SLR to capture exposures of my latest exposure (did you see what I did there?)... <click> an overview of me 'sitting' in the middle of the audience of girls... <click> a close up of my fully exposed and aroused boy genitals. <click> a full frame image of my bare naked glans.

I didn't enjoy having my foreskin inspected and then pulled back like that by Natasha... So far, Emma was the most caring girl to have done it to me... I longed for her touch the most as the whispering of 'girlish business' continued around me. My erection not relenting yet... still tingling and occasionally bobbing all on it's own... even skinned back like it was... It was in need...

Because of the 'Big Book of Boy Secrets,' and previous experiences with a variety of other 'boy subjects,' the girls knew that by keeping me 'in need,' they could get me to do virtually anything they wanted... I now know it was the curse of masculinity... the biggest weakness in the male design... the most basic, by default demonstration of why males were naturally inferior to females and so easily enslaved given the right blend of circumstances. All because of the 'need' felt within my sex organs... The feelings that dominate the processes in my brain... So it is that by controlling the male sex organs... females easily control their male.

"Excellent... it always makes me go all tingly when I get to see a boy all skinned back by a girl like that..." Caroline remarked. "And as you know Phillipa, there's one final part of your inspection left. "Because it's not the most exciting part... and potentially the messiest... I'm going to spin this bottle and whichever girl it lands on will inspect your bottom..." With that, she reached down and picked up the plastic bottle with the 'Cola drink' in it.

"Yay... I love games like these," Suzanne beamed with excitement.

"Obviously, today, Elizabeth and Natasha are exempt because of their previous participation in Phillipa's inspection. So you two, step out of the circle and I'll spin the bottle..."

With a brief commotion and a tightening of the semi-circle of girls around me, I remained on 'display,' as Elizabeth and Natasha stepped out, and Caroline spun the bottle with vigor... It spun, and spun... my mind trying to think who I would prefer to have complete my inspection... Obviously, my favourite selection would have been Emma... but the bottle would make up it's own mind in cahoots with 'Lady Fate.'

As the spinning bottle slowed down, I gasped at the realisation that it was going to be Suzanne who had the pleasure of inspecting my bottom... 'Oh god no...' I thought forlorn... 'the cruelest of the cruel... not there... oh no! I have a bad feeling about this...'

"Oh... I guess it's my turn to inspect your bum then Phillipa," Suzanne sneered. She tried to make herself sound all disappointed, but I could see that she was excited at the prospect of adding to my surrender and humiliation. Caroline took hold of Suzanne's camera, ready to capture more incriminating images of me, while the younger girl picked up her cushion and collected the other, smaller clear plastic bottle from her older sister's feet. Soon, she disappeared from view, kneeling up on her cushion behind me, ready to complete my humiliating inspection...

"If you're dirty... you're gonna be so sorry..." Suzanne threatened with a whisper as she got comfortable... "I'll rub my finger all over your nose and squeeze your balls so hard, you'll truly wish you were born a GIRL!"

My tummy clenched along with my buttocks, and I could feel the adrenalin rocket through my body, my heart beating eight to the dozen... I knew I was clean... but that still didn't make the threat any less intimidating...

"Okay... you know the drill now... kneel down on all fours with your knees on the cushion..." Suzanne commanded more loudly so the whole audience could hear. Not wanting to piss her off needlessly, I quickly got into the desired position. "Good girl... so obedient..." I knew she was looking at my bottom... the crease between my buttocks splayed open slightly... maybe even able to see my timid little 'starfish.'

'Oh god... another girl is going to finger me...' I thought squeamishly. 'Right up inside my bum...' In that position, I became aware of the 'click' sound made by the camera being wielded by Caroline... Yet more evidence of my surrender to girl domination.

The bottle that Suzanne had was not a screw top... it was a pop-cap, and kind of pear shaped like you would expect some sort of sun-screen lotion to come in. I heard the sound of the cap being flipped open... and a squelching sound as she squeezed some of the contents onto her hands... It was actually baby lotion... I could smell it. Different from the day before... it was a familiar, almost long forgotten aroma that filtered from behind me and into my nose...

It was a safe smell... a smell that reminded me of being cared for, and loved. It triggered a forgotten series of subconscious memories of being a toddler... naked... unabashed... being bathed and dried off... The lotion, with 'that' smell, applied to my skin... all over... My legs spread wide apart... feeling tingly... giggly. My mother... an aunt maybe... always a woman... rubbing in the lotion... making me tingle and giggle... And I recalled 'aunties' who weren't even my aunt... sometimes several at a time... the detail was fleeting... cloudy... like a Jedi's Force vision...

Sometimes it would happen, and there were others in the room too... Those aunts and 'aunties' had children with them... older children... but only ever girls... watching me being 'cared for' and readied for bed. They watched and learned and giggled... while I giggled back at them too... and tingled... all stiff and not a care in the world... Plastic underpants being pulled up into place to stop me having night time accidents... a hand patting my bottom before letting me 'run off to play a little longer until bed time.'

'And that's how to look after little boys... and keep their little 'difference' nice and clean and happy...' a voice, always female... maternal almost but not always my mother... It echoed in my mind... I wasn't always at home... 'Now girls... who wants a nice mug of co-co before it's time to go home?'

As quick as it began, the flashback ended and made me feel strange... embarrassed that I suddenly remembered being 'cared for' in front of older girls, and that they had seen me... fully naked and having baby lotion spread all over my most shy and stiffly tingling boy parts... But I wasn't shy in my newly recalled memory... I giggled as hard as the girls had giggled. No doubt giggling for different reasons based on gender perceptions of what they were looking at and what I was feeling.

But I recalled no need for modesty... I was being 'cared for' and everyone around me seemed so happy. So I was happy too... wasn't I? I thought maybe now, that was what this was all about... But it would all be so difficult and complicated now... No, I couldn't just to let go and not feel any shame or modesty... It's not possible to flip feelings and sensitivities and insecurities like a switch... I still had a lot to learn about how to cope with my new 'feminist' environment and my newly developing 'beliefs.' My mind was kind of open to all the changes... there were 'some' benefits... but the journey was very bumpy, often humiliating.

"Here goes nudie boy," Suzanne said teasingly from behind me, confirming that she was ready. "Hold still... don't make this any more difficult for me than it already is... okay?"

"Y-yes, Miss Suzanne," I quivered with nervous expectation.

Suzanne really was an eager girl... and I immediately felt her svelte and slippery finger squirm in between my buttocks and commence what felt like a well practiced circling of my anus... This was a girl who was intent on being quick and didn't care if I was really prepared or not. My buttocks were clenched and my sphincter instinctively held my anus shut tight too. Some things can't be rushed... but you tell that to a girl on a mission.

"Agggghhhh!" I gasped in familiar distress as her slippery finger circled widely at first around my puckered hole. I could feel her pause for a moment and add a little more of the lubricating lotion with her free hand before it returned to hold me still. "Ohhhh... god..." I whispered as silently as I could. I really wasn't sure I could cope with this kind of humiliating invasion every time I came to Club.

"Stop whining like a baby, I haven't even started properly yet..."

"Please don't... don't hurt me..." I begged quietly as I felt the circling finger probing around my anus begin to centre more on my little hole... "Nnnggggh... Miss Suzanne, please... don't hurt me..."

"Shhhh... now hold still..." Suzanne insisted, her lubricated finger pushing at my entrance... but my sphincter wouldn't budge... I was quite scared. For a younger girl, she was very intimidating and she did scare me. "Relax and let my finger in, or I'll get Lizzy to spank you... front and back!"

"Oh god... please... no!" I whimpered. I tried hard to relax, but I just couldn't... the slippery finger still tried to push at the entrance of my anus... But only the very tip of her finger seemed to find any purchase.

"Hmmm... maybe this might help..." Suzanne mused behind me. Suddenly, her free hand that had been holding me in place on the small of my back, reached down lower and gripped my erection... tugging down and away from me quite hard...

"Arrrghhh!" I squealed, wondering what she was doing... worrying that she was going to pull my dick off... "Owwwwww!" I yelled, the distraction of having my penis pulled somehow relaxed my sphincter and Suzanne's finger slipped up inside me... As soon as she was in, she let go of my penis with her free hand and returned it to rest at the bottom of my back.

The camera started 'clicking' as exposure after exposure of me getting fingered was taken by Caroline.

"Ha-ha... ding-dong bell! You weren't expecting that were you nudie boy?" Suzanne giggled as her finger wriggled and squirmed up into my bottom... quickly as far as the second knuckle... "Once again... your willy proves to be your weakness... You were so focussed on that little erection of yours, that you totally forgot about your inspection... didn't you... hmmm? Didn't you?"

"Y-yes... Miss Suzanne," I replied, gasping for breath as I felt her finger exploring the inside of my bottom... Searching for something to catch me out with...

"Well admit it then..." she said smugly. "Admit that your willy is your weakness... right here in front of the girls... while I have a finger in your bum!"

"Oh god... Miss Suzanne... please... I..." I was trying to protest. I didn't want to, it was all so muddling and the different emotions I felt and the embarrassment I felt... I just couldn't really focus or concentrate on anything. But her finger focussed my attention... I felt her begin to wriggle her finger inside me more quickly... and then begin to push in and out a little... 'fucking' me with her finger, like Caroline did the day before... "Owwww... okay... okay... my, willy is my weakness..."

"Just like all boys?"

"Ohhhh," I gasped as she continued to fuck in and out of me with her slippery finger... "Yes... just like all boys... Miss Suzanne... our penis... Mmmmmnngghh... our willy... Ohhhhh... it's our weakness..."

"And who do boys' willies really belong to Phillipa?" she teased, her finger pushing in hard... rubbing up against that mysterious spot inside me... the front wall of my insides, just behind my balls... The sensation made my tummy push downward each time she rubbed there, and almost made me want to pee... and I mean, properly pee...

"Ohhhhh..." I whined with a deep guttural sigh... my buttocks pushing back at Suzanne's finger as it fucked me and prodded at my prostate. "My willy... ooohhh... belongs to girls... Langton Magna Girls... Ohhhh... Club... Mmmmm..."

"Hmmmm... good girl," Suzanne soothed from behind me like she was praising a puppy. "But it's not just the one attached to you... It's ALL boys' willies... And they belong to ALL girls... not just us here in the Club... So tell us... why do boy's willies belong to girls Phillipa?"

"Ohhh, please... I feel funny..." I replied anxiously. I was in danger of having a dry-cum if either I or Suzanne were not careful. I didn't think I would like the humiliation of cumming while something was inside my bottom.

"Come on nudie boy... admit it... then we'll be done inside here..." she teased, wriggling her finger and fingering me back and forth with more shallow strokes... This was her pleasure now... "Admit why boys' willies... belong to girls... and I'll stop..."

"Mmmm... ohhhh... Miss Suzanne..." I gasped, my face crimson with shame. A girl's finger up my bottom... working itself gently in and out... taming me... dominating me... and me about to betray my whole gender once again... Oh god it tingled... all through my loins... "Because... girls are superior... Mmmmm... and girls rule... Ohhh... and boys do not... Girls rule forever, because... Ohhhhh... because they're better..."

"Yes... good boy," Suzanne praised me again with a patronising tone. Her finger stopped probing in and out, and I felt it leave my bottom... It somehow felt kind of icky with the lotion still damp there around my hole and knowing that a girl's finger had just been right up there inside me. "Girls are superior... in every way... and don't you ever forget it... got it?"

"I won't..." I gasped... "I won't forget Miss Suzanne... honest..."

"You promise?" she giggled at my distress and ongoing obedience.

"I promise... Miss Suzanne..." My head was bowed from exertion and embarrassment as I struggled to bring my breathing under control. It was so humbling and shameful to have a girl doing that to your bottom... with her finger... and make you say all those things. The curious thing was... for the second day running, I was just starting to get used to the sensation... and begin to enjoy it, just as it ended. The excitement I felt deep in my mind and through my loins was shameful to admit... but it was there... I was just too scared to embrace it.

I was becoming an addict... a slave to wanting to 'feel good...' Every boy wants to have that feel good feeling in their private parts... once they discover it for themselves, or girls show them... Yes, I was becoming a slave to that need for sexual climax gifted to me by a girl... the sensation of orgasm where I would lose all control of my body... Girls could gift me that... and the 'exciting adventures,' and pleasures of being dominated by them... the superior sex. I just had to be obey them... at some point, I would get to feel good.

"Good... all done... now let's see how clean or dirty you are today... Turn around and kneel up on your cushion and 'display' facing me Phillipa... there's a good girl..." Suzanne commanded, re-focussing my attention from my brief, confused thoughts. Still trying hard not to get on Suzanne's bad side, I skittled myself round still on all-fours, before assuming the required 'display' position on my cushion, this time facing my current conqueress.

As you may recall from the previous chapter of my account, in order for a boy member to 'display,' I had to adopt the 'sit' position but with one key addition. Kneeling up on my cushion, facing the girl, my knees apart... my ankles locked over each other behind me and my hands on top of my head. The key addition was that the foreskin of my penis had to be retracted in order to complete my complicit 'display.'

During the inspection of my bottom, the act of kneeling down on all fours had resulted in my foreskin rolling forward again of it's own accord and fight against gravity (I guess) to once more cover my bulbous little glans. So, once I was kneeling upright on the cushion, right there in front of a smirking Suzanne, I gripped hold of my penis and tugged back on the foreskin until it was fully back, uncovering the greyish-purple glans... It was soon snugly fitting in the little sensitive ridge behind my 'magic mushroom' as Natasha had called it earlier.

I blushed crimson as I watched Suzanne observe me complete my shameful little act, somehow as though it was a 'display' just for her... and I concluded by placing my hands on top of my head... my little boner still tingling and now boisterously saluting her. She was looking right at my boy sex as I 'displayed' for her... A ten year old dominant girl... looking at the parts of me that made me different from her...

As she kneeled up on her own cushion opposite me, I just knew that she was glad that she was a girl... and didn't have a penis between her legs. The way she smirked and her eyes sparkled. She loved the feeling of power and control over a boy... especially an older boy like me. She loved the feeling of being in charge... bossing me around... humiliating me... and feeling superior to me... just because she was a girl.

Like I said, being eleven, I still didn't really know or understand properly that girls could get sexually aroused. I thought this was just stuff that was happening to my body... all the tingles... all the erections... all the orgasms. I thought that the sexual feelings I had were just things that boys only could feel... But I did know that girls had the power to make boys have those feelings too... only better. But I would learn one day just how excited the girls got when they had a boy like me to control and humiliate. I would soon learn that girls were just as active in the masturbation and orgasm department as I was becoming. If not more so. They were addicts too... just of a different kind... on a different planet.

And now it was time to learn my fate.

I felt a little bit of my confidence return as I waited there, looking at Suzanne. I mean... I had a thorough bath that morning, so I couldn't be dirty. That didn't make it all any less humiliating, but I kind of knew already that it would be a green tick. What was clear in my mind was the notion that the girls were not savages... Or so Caroline had said the previous day. So I also kind of knew that I wouldn't have to have the stomach churning indignity and horror of having 'that' finger put inside my mouth.

So yes, I was feeling quite confident and I wanted to stop Suzanne from smirking at my genitals like she was. You see, the journey towards total utopia was still very long. I still had some spirit... some fight... some defiance. I just didn't know how to express it in a way that was acceptable to the girls and without scenarios that got me into trouble. Spanking trouble.

'Don't get cocky...' I heard Han Solo caution me against any bout of overconfidence.

'What do you mean?' I asked him nervously...

'You know... be confident, but don't look like you're too confident... fly casual! Girls love that...' Han Solo called to me in my mind. Confusion rained in my mind.

"Look at my finger Phillipa... is it dirty?" Suzanne asked me, finally looking up and engaging eye contact with me. In front of her, she held up her hand and showed me the finger that had so recently been toying the insides of my bottom. I stared at it... her finger still looked kind of gunky and slippery due to the baby-lotion that had been used as a lubricant. I felt a mild sense of relief and let out a breath as I relaxed a little. I smiled proudly...

"It's not dirty... Miss Suzanne. Just the lotion... making it look shiny..."

"Hmmm... that wasn't so bad was it Phillipa?" she smiled menacingly, almost enticing me to say something smart that would piss her off. I knew I had to tread very carefully with Suzanne, or things could deteriorate rapidly.

"No Miss Suzanne... I guess not," I replied quietly, not daring to challenge her.

"You liked me wriggling my finger up there in your bum... didn't you?" she giggled before her face turned more serious. "DIDN'T you..."

"Y-yes... Miss Suzanne... I liked it..."

"Good girl... all boys grow to like it in the end... So are you going to tell the Club that you're as clean as a girl today?"

"Ladies..." I began, wondering if that was the right way to address the group as a whole. "I'm, as clean... as a girl..." I briefly looked around the hut and tried not to engage any of the girls in eye contact that might shame me further.

"But to make sure... you know you have to smell it... don't you Phillipa?" Suzanne smiled broadly again as she threateningly moved her finger to within a couple of centimetres of my nose. "Smell it... to make sure..."

Although I knew I was clean, the thought of smelling her finger considering where it had been still kind of turned my stomach. With my heart pounding, I felt my cheeks fill with colour as I blushed again. It's quite tiring you know when you're blushing every few minutes, fully naked at the behest of seven clothed girls...

But slowly, I obeyed and gradually breathed in, smelling her finger for the briefest possible time I thought I could get away with...

Briefly, I had another flashback memory... caused by the smell of the baby lotion. Bathed... standing up... a flannel thoroughly cleaning my front and my bottom... Tingling... Then the lotion... legs apart... applied all over my crotch... Feeling all tingly and giggly... my stiff little winky... 'Aunties' caring for me... and their daughters giggling along me with me (or at me) and watching... Girls that were older than me... that knew what they were looking at... all giggling and getting to tickle me all over... Up and down my body... even where I tingled... The women... the girls... they were 'caring' for me... and I felt safe and loved... Stiff and tingly and giggly... and plastic pants being pulled up into place to cover me. 'Girls... that's how we look after little boys and their little differences...'

'Mummy!' I thought, worrying about where the memories were coming from... where they had been hiding. What did it mean? What happened?

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"DIRTY like a boy? Or clean like GIRL?" Suzanne asked me, refocusing my attention with a tone of pre-determined judgement and superiority in her voice.

"It's... just baby-lotion..." I replied confidently. "I'm clean... just like a girl... I promise... "

"So if I smell it... it won't be nasty? It will be clean... is that true?"

"Y-yes Miss Suzanne..." I replied concerned why she kept on at me. "I'm as clean as a girl..." Was she going to make me put it in my mouth? Surely not. These were girls, not savages... Caroline promised. "All over... I'm a good girl..." I added to my chagrin, trying my best to avoid further nastiness at the hands of Suzanne.

"Then I don't need to smell it, do I?" she added rhetorically, withdrawing her finger from in front of me. "And girls... it's a green tick all round for Phillipa's chart today."

"Good... that's your inspection completed today Phillipa," Caroline beamed with victory from behind me. "Turn around and 'present' to me now..." With that, I re-arranged my position, double checking that my foreskin was still retracted. It was, and I quickly completed my position with minimal delay. As I was re-arranging my position, I was aware of Suzanne going through the motion of cleansing her hand with a baby wipe.

"It's good to see you made a positive lifestyle choice and taking a bath before attending Club... just like a girl does..." Caroline continued as though addressing a small child when facing her. "As you have proven to yourself, you have improved your hygiene to achieve results almost as good as the full, girl members of this Club... Though as a boy member, you're different, as we can see... and because of what you are, you can never achieve exactly the same high standards as girls. But you should be proud that you did the best you could. It's all we ask of you... Today Phillipa White, I am pleased to announce that you are 'presentable...'"

"Th-ank you Miss Caroline..." I replied graciously and relaxed again. That part of my ordeal was over... It was a kind of feeling I would become used to... inspection was always where I felt my arse (ass) was on the line... I was most at danger of getting spanked as a result of that.

"Now I think we'll have a short break... Emma... let's have drinks..." Caroline said, looking to her right at the girl I had grown to adore. "Phillipa, please remain seated there like that and 'display.'"

As with the day before, Emma organised the drinks with well practiced female efficiency... serving a lemonade drink for the girls in a small disposable plastic cup. Then, in a similar plastic cup, I was served with a Cola drink. Emma helped me, allowing me to drink from the cup while still in my 'display' position. It kind of felt a little childish and embarrassing to have a girl hold the cup to my lips and help me drink it all up. I felt like a little boy, dependent on his mother or older sister to help him do something so basic as sip a drink.

"Good boy..." Emma said, smiling at me warmly as I finished my drink. I smiled warmly back at her too. It was embarrassing of course, but I couldn't think of any other girl who I would have wanted to help me sip my drink.

As you will know from the previous chapter of my account, the drinks were laced with special ingredients. The lemonade given to the girls had some sort of slow energy release stimulant that boosted the physical power and stamina in the recipient. In essence, it made the girls slightly stronger than they naturally were for a few hours.

Meanwhile, the Cola that I was given had a different blend to give a much different outcome for any boy that the girls gave it to. It was a kind of early 'Viagra' stimulant, normally used on male horses and cattle for the collection of fertile ejaculate for breeding purposes without the need for 'degrading,' penetrative sex. Kind of 'feminist farming...'

It made oxygenated blood cells focus on the loins and genitals of the recipient. It was going to keep me sexually aroused and erect for as long as the effect worked, which could be quite a few hours. The main side effect was that while it maintained sexual arousal and erectile activity in a boy's penis, his limbs were significantly encumbered, making him feel tiredness and fatigue and generally weaker. It rendered the boy much easier to restrain as a result if required. Of course, I didn't know all this until several years later...

After calling the Girls' Club meeting to order again from its break, Caroline cleared her throat and addressed the group before her...

"Okay... next I want to check that Phillipa can remember everything we taught him yesterday about kissing... He really got the hang of it in the end I think girls... And today of course, there are two girls here who Phillipa has not kissed before... Leave your cushion there and stand in front of me... in your 'welcome' position..."

Slightly refreshed from having that drink, the effects of it hadn't begun to affect me yet. And I actually felt quite confident again knowing that I had done a lot of kissing the day before and grew to like it... especially with Emma. Kissing wasn't bad at all... it made my heart flutter... but that was now more to do with excitement than anything else. And it was only two additional girls attending today.

Obeying Caroline instantly, I stood and walked over to position myself right in front of her, my arms down at my sides. It was her turn to stare right at my hairless little erection as it saluted her... her turn to mentally judge me... and my sex for what it was and what it represented.

After a few long seconds of 'judgement,' Caroline stood up in front of me and with her gentle expertise, placed her palm underneath the underside of my penis, before wrapping her fingers around my stiff little shaft... finger by finger closing around me. Her hand felt warm... it kind of felt natural for her to hold me like that... to imprison me. She massaged me for a few seconds and checked that my foreskin had rolled forward again to it's natural state, covering the glans.

"Ooohhhh..." I breathed at the sensation it caused. "Mmmm..."

"You like being handled by a girl... I can see it and feel it... Now kiss me Phillipa... give me your best kiss..."

Despite being a relatively chubby girl in comparison with the others, and certainly not a girl I would ever call 'pretty' unless forced to, there was something still quite charming about her. Maybe it was her eyes... I've always had a thing for girls' eyes... But either way, as a girl, she had commanded me to kiss her... and since she had hold of my penis, I couldn't turn my back and run away even if I wanted too... So I leaned forward ready to give her a kiss, like a good boy. The timidity I felt in my early kissing attempts the day before had receded... The girls had taken me far beyond a simple childish peck on the cheek... or even the tightly closed lips of naive, shy inexperience. Boys wouldn't get away with that on day two... not here... Caroline wanted to dominate me again with a kiss... and her tongue.

Licking my lips subconsciously as I made my cautious approach, I pressed my mouth to hers so very gently... some would say sweetly... It started as a 'welcome' kiss... Then I used my nascent experience and confidence and parted my lips slightly to rub them softly against hers... I was kissing her... Her lips parted... and we were quickly kissing properly... boy against girl... snogging to establish supremacy.

Feeling her hand gently squeezing my penis in encouragement, or to remind me that she held all the power and control, I could feel myself blushing at the thought of six other girls watching me kiss Caroline... or watching Caroline kiss me... She was letting me get the upper hand in the kiss... she wanted to see how much I had learned and experience the development of my natural kissing technique. My tongue dared to venture forward as my heart raced and my loins tingled. Clumsily (I was a boy after all), my tongue swiped over Caroline's lips... and it made her gasp with surprise... She let me probe a little further into her mouth, letting me demonstrate a little bit of my confidence... Her breathing told me that she was enjoying it... and I was too.

Our tongues finally touched inside her mouth... My freelance little adventurer's tongue had stumbled on it's slumbering, patiently waiting female equivalent... But now I had awoken her... Suddenly, Caroline's free hand pressed hard at the back of my head, holding me and trapping me tighter into our kiss... She took control of it... and like so, she took further control of me...

"Mmmgghhh..." I sighed as I surrendered to her and let her show me what she wanted in the kiss. It somehow felt invigorating and nice to kiss in that way. Maybe natural... Her tongue swiftly chased mine out of her mouth and back into my own... suppressing me quickly... That little game was over so quickly... the girl victorious at tongue-tennis once more. My tongue bravely tried to escape, to wriggle free and try to wrestle back on top... but I failed... every time. Her tongue was just too strong for mine.

And so, Caroline dominated me with her hand around my penis, dominated me with her other hand pressing the back of my head making me kiss her more deeply than I would have wanted... and finally, she easily dominated me with her tongue too. All at the same time... making me powerless to resist or stop her. What an exciting feeling, despite the warming spread of blushes in my cheeks telling me I should be ashamed to represent the boys in this battle of the sexes. The boys would never pick me anyway... I was beaten already.

While Caroline was demonstrating her superior female skills of multi-tasking, I could only stand there and kiss... or be kissed. I had no other responsibility or role in life at that moment... all I had to do was kiss a girl. And so, under her total control at three points of my body, I could do nothing but kiss with Caroline until she wanted it to finish... I couldn't escape. She was going to kiss me until she wanted to stop. I realised why it felt good to kiss Caroline despite my lack of desire for her... I was imagining kissing somebody else. But don't you ever tell her...

"Shit... that's over three minutes," I heard Suzanne whisper to the other girls... "That's way longer than yesterday!"

"He must be good..." I heard Alison giggle from behind me... "I wanna try him too!"

After a few more seconds with our mutual breathing becoming racy and ragged, my final pitiful attempt to try and wrestle my tongue free of hers was unsuccessful... and Caroline finally let go of my head as our kiss separated. She didn't let go of my penis though, so I was only able to move back so far... She looked into my eyes...

Caroline looked pleased... almost lost as she regained control of her breathing. I think I made her a little giddy... her eyes looked a little dreamy as though they were looking through me... unfocussed. To me, it was nice of course... but it was just a kiss... there was no love or affection there on my part... My heart was set on you know who. But I had found that kissing girls was actually quite easy... wasn't it? Especially if you pretended you were kissing somebody you really wanted to kiss... It was like riding a bike... once you learn, you just get better and better and never forget.

"Mmmmm... wow... good boy... very, very good," Caroline praised me. It made me feel good to hear her refer to me as a boy... She finally found focus and I felt more confidence spread through me when she smiled at me. She even rewarded me with a playful series of gentle squeezes of my hairless little erection encased in the warm, girlish palm of her hand.

"Thank you... Miss Caroline," I replied with smiling confidence.

"But you forgot one thing... didn't you?" she said, her smile waning and looking more serious. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, trying to think what I could have forgotten.

"I... errm... I don't know Miss Caroline," I replied quietly, looking earnestly at her for some clue. My confidence wilted as quickly as it had appeared. This was mental torture. So many rules, regulations and rituals and codes. I caught myself thinking, 'I'm only a boy, I can't possibly remember all this detail...'

"When a girl commands you to kiss her, what should you say to her before you do? How do boys show respect for her before you kiss her?" she asked. I blushed scarlet as her hand gripped my penis tightly. I just couldn't remember and I shook my head from side to side as my mind blanked. "You should say to the girl, 'I'm your nudie slave boy, Miss Caroline,' or whoever it is that you are kissing... Got that?" I nodded quickly and felt mild relief as her grip around my sex relaxed to it's normal cadence. "Good... then let's do that all over again... before you move on to Suzanne..."

I breathed in and prepared myself for another 'three minutes' with Caroline... I moved in closer to her once more, leaning in, licked my lips and said,

"I'm your nudie slave boy, Miss Caroline..." and the kiss began, all over again.

And so, I repeated the process with all six of the other girls there too... I started of course with the girls who were there the previous day before I was expected to kiss Alison and Elizabeth. So I gradually moved around the hut, from girl to girl... letting each one grip my penis in their own unique way... and with me admitting to each one personally that I was their nudie slave boy. Naturally, I got trounced at tongue-tennis by all the girls. I kind of liked the feeling of being dominated by a girl's tongue in my mouth and rarely put up much of a fight even when I thought about wanting to exercise my boyish pride. Every single time I kissed a girl, I got outwrestled and dominated by her tongue.

Alison took great joy in holding my penis... and made me repeat the words about being her nudie slave boy because she 'didn't like my tone.' However, it was how I said it, quite contritely, to all the other girls and I think she was just yanking my chain, so to speak.

Then Elizabeth... well, she squeezed my penis harder than any of the girls other than Caroline had done between our kisses. She was a curiosity, I didn't like kissing her much at all. There was some funny taste in her mouth, like she had been drinking really strong coffee or something earlier. It might have been that ghastly stuff, 'Marmite' used by some people as a spread on toast. Absolutely ghastly stuff, in my opinion. Anyway, it was the shortest kiss I had from all the girls too. Maybe she didn't like kissing me either. Who cares? The bony little bitch... but don't tell her I said that.

"Good girl Phillipa... what a nice kisser you have become!" Caroline giggled as I was allowed to break off finally from Elizabeth. It was nice to know that Caroline approved after my slightly clumsy and forgetful start. "Now stand before me again, like you were before, in 'welcome' position..."

It was a short journey from where I had been kissing Elizabeth, and I resumed my position without thought or delay. It was all becoming natural to me to follow the lead of the girls.

"I see your willy is still excited after getting to kiss so many girls all in one go like that Phillipa..." Caroline smirked at me knowingly, and it made the other girls chuckle too. I was erect... occasionally bobbing beyond my control, and I guess raring to go now the effects of the drink were beginning to take hold again. I did feel a little tired, and it was some relief to be stood there in front of Caroline with my arms down at my sides. "Did you enjoy kissing practice today?"

"Yes Miss Caroline," I replied quickly. I spoke the truth, in most cases. There was no love lost between me and Elizabeth as I just described.

"Good... we like kissing you too... And lucky boy that you are, you've now kissed all seven girls here today Phillipa. With two new girls here today for you to kiss, please tell us who the favourite one is that you kissed..."

"Miss Caroline," I began, feeling the need to clarify her remark before I could give a true answer. "Do you mean which of the seven girls was my favourite, or are you asking me to choose between Miss Alison and Miss Elizabeth?"

"Hmmm, interesting Phillipa... since you asked, tell us who your favourite was of the new girls today, and then your overall favourite..." she smiled radiantly as she built a further twist of embarrassment to the line of questioning, the ammunition this time supplied by myself. I blushed and cursed myself inwardly for giving her the opportunity to prolong this game.

"Miss Caroline," I began nervously, semi-looking over at the two new girls. I didn't want to incur the wrath of Elizabeth, despite my thoughts. "I enjoyed... errm, Miss Alison more than Miss Elizabeth..."

"Huh... charming!" Elizabeth sneered. "Juth-t you wait until I have to th-pank you... my nudie little th-lave boy..." Looking back, I wish I had put two and two together and secretly nickname Elizabeth as 'Daffy...' you know, Daffy Duck? Youtube is your friend.

"And who is your overall favourite girl to kiss?" Caroline asked again.

"Miss Caroline... it was nice to kiss all of you... but my favourite is still Emma..." I said, looking towards my 'love interest.' She blushed a little at me but wore an expression that promised that she wasn't upset... more flattered. That's what I hoped.

"Awww, you still like Emma the best hmmm? Maybe you should ask her on a date..." Caroline teased. The other girls chuckled and made smart remarks between themselves until Caroline brought them back to order. "Okay, okay... I was just kidding... I don't think Phillipa is ready for a girlfriend just yet..." She looked at the watch on her arm and continued, "Okay, it's time to move things along more quickly as we have so much to do today... So, please settle yourself down Phillipa on your cushion, in the centre of the group, and in 'play time' position... I'm going to change things around so we'll start with new girls first..."

With some curiosity at what the girls had planned for me on the next part of my adventure, I hastily arranged myself in the correct position while the girls' circle around me tightened a little. Whatever it was, they wanted a good view. To achieve 'play time' position, I had to lie down on my cushion, which raised my crotch a bit further off the floor than the rest of me. I had to bend my knees and have both soles of my feet pressed together, and finally, I had my hands resting on top of my head. The 'crowning glory' if you like, was that my genitals were freely exposed, and the hairless little erection pointed straight up in the air, aiming for the ceiling like a miniature bean stalk.

The girls were ready... and I guess I was in position and 'prepared' as best I could be given the circumstances, my mouth dry with anticipation, feeling more than a little, naked, laying there in that position. It was Alison first who approached me... getting up from her cushion and standing next to me, looking down at me... She towered above me, and made me feel vulnerable and tiny in comparison.

"Do you promise to obey me, nudie slave boy?" Alison began confidently, her expression quite neutral.

"Y-yes, Miss Alison," I replied quietly, swallowing and trying to stop my mouth feeling so dry.

"Tell me why you obey me..." she said, moving her right foot and planting it gently down on my chest, right between my immature nipples. To any passing and casual observer, this would look like a clothed girl, standing confidently with her submissive, naked boy opponent beaten beneath her foot as she held him to the floor with it. Conquered. That's exactly what it was... and I blushed hard at this latest escalation, and heard Suzanne's camera fire off another exposure of my visual surrender...

"I obey you because, I'm a boy... and you're a girl Miss Alison," I muttered, barely louder than a whisper, feeling her foot pressing down on me and intimidating me. "And girls rule... forever..."

"Good girl Phillipa..." she smiled down at me with obvious satisfied contentment. I had said exactly what she knew to be true, and wanted to hear. I felt my penis bob a little all on it's own. "Untie my lace and remove my shoe..."

I swallowed again and felt my heart race a little. She had given me an instruction and I knew I had to obey. I moved my head up a little and looked at her foot planted on my chest. Her pink trainers, some red lining and trimming and with a bright red lace... tied in a tidy, double-bow. I could tell from the neat appearance of the lace that she was a girl who took some time to practice her method... a girlish thoroughness compared with the rough looking disorderly knots I achieved as a boy.

"Yes... Miss Alison..." With trembling hands, I reached out and took hold of the little plastic covered lace ends and pulled them apart gently... Slowly, I felt the double-bow knot that Alison had tied begin to unravel and 'melt' free with a minimum of fuss. Sometimes when I untied my own, the laces would form difficult little knots that were frustrating to unpick. But not with Alison's trainer... Her technique was superior to mine, and she was a year younger.

'Girls even tie better knots...' I thought with chagrin, recognising even then that this tiny little detail was another way in which the girls were proving their efficiency, their thoroughness and superiority over me. Even a tiny detail as a shoe lace so neatly tied... 'Girls are so tidy... and neat... every time...' I was ashamed to admit that I felt a twinge of jealousy towards her... that she was a girl... so perfect because of it, and I wasn't. 'I'm just a... boy!'

With her girlish lace unfastened, I felt her raise her foot a little off my chest and allowed me to grip her trainer... I gripped the bottom of her leg, just above the hem of her simple black ankle sock with one hand and applied my other hand to the heal of her training shoe... She giggled as I began working her footwear from her right foot... watching me follow her every command, like the little nudie slave boy I was.

When her training shoe was clear of her foot, she planted it back down on my chest gently. I felt the warm dampness of her girl sweat as her foot, enclosed by her ankle sock made contact with my cool, naked skin... It felt quite degrading in a way and also excitingly erotic... I looked back up to see Alison smirking down at me, obviously pleased that I was obeying her. I was about to put the shoe down next to me.

"Now smell inside it... smell my shoe nudie boy..." Alison commanded. With obvious reluctance at the ongoing degradation and humiliation I was being exposed to, I knew I had done this kind of thing the day before. It wasn't going to get any easier... but I kind of knew what to expect now.

"Y-yes... Miss Alison..." I replied, slowly moving her training shoe until it was right in front of my nose... her foot hole facing me... It looked so clean inside... I took a long breath... breathing in the scent of her girlish foot. I heard giggling around me... and another exposure captured by Suzanne's camera.

Alison's shoe was not unpleasant... I was thankful for that and I subconsciously licked my lips as I began to exhale and breath in again... Like with most of the girls yesterday, Alison's shoe smelled kind of sweet and rubbery all the same time... The air inside was still moist from her body heat and young female perspiration... Not nasty or cheesy like I would have previously expected anybody's foot to be like.

'Oh god... this is so weird...' I thought... 'I shouldn't be doing this... it's dirty... but it doesn't smell... bad... Mmmmm...' My mind clouded a little as I breathed out again, trying to organise and rationalise my thoughts and what I was feeling.

"Good girl Phillipa..." Alison teased. "Now put the shoe down..." I obeyed quickly, happy again to be surrounded by proper 'fresh' air circulating around the hut... "Now I want you to hold nice and still... while I let you smell my foot too..."

"But... but... Mmmgghhh..." I began to protest, but found my words quickly muffled as Alison re-positioned her foot, placing her sole right over my mouth and her toes, concealed by her black ankle sock pressed down on my nose... smothering my nostrils... "NNNGGgghhh... Mmmmggh..." I panicked, realising that I wasn't prepared for her quick escalation in my treatment. I hadn't taken a fresh breath to ready myself... Instead, there was not choice... I had to breath right away and smell whatever her foot smelled like.

Feeling the warm, girlish moisture through the material of her sock, I began to breath in and out quickly... surrendering to the scent of her foot... her toes, rubbing over my nose and wriggling at me to tease me.

"Good girl..." Alison giggled at me, making sure I was really smelling her foot. "That's it... smell my girl foot... how clean it smells... You're such a lucky little nudie slave boy, hmmm?"

"Yeah, make him smell it!" I heard Anita giggling with the other girls and commenting on my ongoing ordeal... "He's still reaching for the sky too with that worm between his legs! Make him do it Alison..."

"Nngggghhh.... Mmmmm!!!" I whimpered as I surrendered to the girl's foot rubbing her ankle-sock clad toes and foot all over my face... over my lips and my nose... I should have been grossed out... but I wasn't... It was naughty... and it felt like a dirty thing to be doing... but her perspiration was fresh... sweet almost... Nothing nasty about it at all I realised. It wasn't enough to make me relax about it however.

"Now take off my sock Phillipa..." Alison commanded when she was satisfied... "It's time for you to kiss my foot..." With that, her foot left my face, well far enough away that I could reach her ankle and obediently remove her sock. Thoughtfully, I straightened it out when it was clear of her foot and tucked it as 'neatly as a girl' into her training shoe.

Soon thereafter, Alison's naked foot discovered the timidity of my face... her toes immediately seeking to dart over my lips and position themselves in charge of my nose...

"You're such a lucky slave boy, aren't you? A bare naked girl foot to kiss... hmmm?" she teased, wriggling her toes while I breathed in and smelled her naked foot...

"Y-yes... Miss Alison..." I replied contritely in the brief moment her sole was clear of my mouth. And so, I began to kiss her foot as she manoeuvred the parts she wanted me to kiss over my mouth... I could tell I was excited, despite my misgivings and my feelings of doing dirty things... dominated by a girl's foot...

Despite clearly in surrender to Alison's domination of me, my confidence and ability in my task did grow and I could hear gentle, almost sticky sounding little 'smooching' noises as my pursed lips kissed her foot where she wanted to be kissed. Brief, almost wet sounds of kissing, reminding me of when I had to French kiss the girls earlier. Somehow thinking of kissing a girl on the mouth helped me manage the reality of kissing a girl's foot so 'intently.' I imagined I was kissing a mouth, and subconsciously, my tongue shyly began to join in with the kissing... sometimes licking... along the sole of her naked foot... over her toes... I tasted her cleanliness... the freshness of her girl-sweat, sweet and salty... all lightly coating her soft, tender foot. I was surprised to find... that I was starting to accept it... Not 'like' it... It was actually doing dirty stuff wasn't it? But it wasn't bad and could have been a whole lot worse.

"Good girl... Phillipa..." Alison gasped, wriggling her toes as my tongue passed over and in between them. "Ohhh, that kind of tickles... Mmmm... now this..." Her big toe found the gap between my lips between me licking and kissing her other toes, and she squirmed it into my mouth...

"Nnngghhhh," I gasped at the surprise sensation, and feeling the saliva flowing more freely in my mouth now. My lips reluctantly closed around the toe, somehow I knew what she wanted... I began to suck... my tongue grazing over her toe nail and circling around a girl's big toe, wedged in my mouth...

"Ha-ha... good boy!" she teased. "Suck it... pretend I'm a boy like you... suck it like it's my little boy-cock in your mouth!"

"Nggghh!" I protested, my lips around her toe. I didn't want to pretend or even think that... but the girls did...

"What a weeny little cocksucker!" Suzanne giggled and clapped her hands before snapping another image of my surrender to Alison. "Cocksucker... cocksucker! Phillipa's a cocksucker..." she chanted, with Elizabeth and Anita joining in mercilessly. I felt so ashamed. I would 'happily' suck her big toe and pretend it was just a big fat and warm girl-tongue I was kissing... But I definitely hated the thought of sucking another boy's thing... his cock... his actual penis... It was a rare moment that I was actually glad I was the only boy in the village.

"Cocksucker... cocksucker! Phillipa's a cocksucker..." the younger girls continued to chant between their chuckles and catcalls. My tongue continued to worship Alison's toe, my lips tightly pursed around it while I obediently sucked it... tasting it... I felt like such a wimp... totally dejected that I had fallen so far into the Girls' Club control. All I wanted really was for my toys to be given back to me... and to be made to feel good...

'Why do I have to do ALL this too?' I thought briefly, before Alison finally removed my foot. I gasped for fresh air and quickly licked my lips to rid myself of the slightly sweet and salty taste of Alison's toe and foot. I was blushing crimson, laying there in my 'play time' position, with my stiff erection feeling as stiff and strong as ever... It showed the girls that I was a bare naked boy... willing to obey them... and I was sexually excited about it. It meant I liked it, didn't it?

The drink by now had started to kick in of course. My penis would not lose it's stiffness for a few hours now (unbeknown to me) and my arms and legs already began to feel fatigued. But the girls were far from done.

"Good girl Phillipa," Caroline said with approval as Alison smirked and put her sock and trainer back on, returning to sit on her cushion... "What a good obedient nudie slave boy you are..." I didn't say anything. "And now it's Elizabeth's turn..."

Soon, Elizabeth adopted the same position as her sister had, her foot planted on my chest. Like Alison had, Elizabeth made me promise to obey her. And she made me admit why I was going to obey her... And she followed the same, humiliating and degrading ritual that Alison had done with me, from start to finish as I gradually stripped her foot, and worshipped it with my nose, my lips and my tongue...

I have to say that Elizabeth, the bony tomboy twin of Alison was a complete contrast. The inside of her shoe was quite stale... her sock smelled more pungent and I had a fear that she may have been wearing her black ankle socks for a second day too. It wasn't nice at all, not anywhere near being nice when her naked foot explored my face. She was quite sweaty... as close to cheesy and horrid as I had experienced in my servitude at the Club, even worse than I had thought Caroline's foot was the day before. I guessed that out of the two twins, Elizabeth was the most active and the perspiration of her foot betrayed it as I was made to kiss and lick her foot... I was pleasantly relieved that at least I didn't have to suckle her big toe. Of course, I would never have actually said anything to her about it... I didn't want my arse or front spanked, thank you very much.

Quickly thereafter, all five of the other girls repeated the process too... including Emma. And I had finally worshipped the foot of all seven girls... one after the other... My mouth was now very tired... after all that French kissing, and then foot worship...

"Well done Phillipa," Caroline announced from her 'throne.' "It seems that once again you enjoyed getting to smell and kiss the feet of all the girls in our Club... did you have fun?"

"I guess so, Miss Caroline," I replied quickly without much enthusiasm... I had agreed more out of routine than actual belief and I think Caroline sensed it.

"Well, there's no doubt about it from where I'm sitting... look at his cute little willy... pointing up like a little pocket rocket eager to get to the moon..." With that, the other girls giggled at the 'leader's' teasing of me. "It's a proper stiffy you've got there Phillipa... you had fun didn't you, hmmm?"

"Yes Miss Caroline," I replied with more enthusiasm, I beginning to know when to fully agree with a girl talking to me.

"So tell us... after getting to meet Alison and Elizabeth's feet too... which girl did you enjoy smelling the most... and which girl's foot, did you prefer to kiss?"

"Miss Caroline," I began, swallowing and licking my lips as I searched for the words to avoid causing offence. "I enjoyed... smelling Miss Alison the best, and kissing her foot too... out of the two girls I have only met today... But my favourite one overall... Miss Caroline, is still Miss Emma..." I blushed scarlet at my further enforced revelations as to my favourite girl upon which to perform such agonisingly embarrassing things.

"And your girly-crush on Emma continues it seems... ha-ha..." Caroline giggled at me, setting the other girls (apart from Emma) off too as I continued to lay down in the middle of all the girls in my 'play time' position. I could only hold my tongue in frustration... and although I was clearly a boy and I really wanted to shout it loud and 'proud' to all of them, I managed to stop myself from getting into any trouble with a vociferous protest. As much as it stung me and my pride, I was reacting less and less to being referred to as a 'girl,' or that I had a 'girly-crush.'

By repetition, a 'victim' gradually becomes accustomed to, and accepting of it's treatment and circumstance. I learned that on day one. I just hoped that my 'girly-crush' liked me too, and didn't hate me. After all, because Emma was so clearly my favourite, any opportunity I got to win back my stuff, would result in Emma having to get naked in front of me and let me see her... everything.

"Okay settle down everyone... it's time for Phillipa to get a treat..." Caroline announced, bringing the meeting to order again after further teasing and whispering at my expense. My ears bristled with curiosity at the word 'treat,' and I felt a little brighter. I should have known better really, shouldn't I?

I craned my neck to watch Caroline as she stood up and went over to one of the wooden toy chests against the wall. It was the locked one... She quickly unlocked the chest and opened the lid... I watched her reach inside... She pulled out the 'Big Book of Boy Secrets' first and handed it to her younger sister to place it at the foot of the 'throne...' There was possibly more 'learning' today... or maybe right then?

'But what's it gonna be, this... treat?' I thought silently. I watched Caroline then retrieve something from the chest that I didn't have a clue what it was. The best way I could describe it was... well, it was white plastic with some gold lettering on it that I couldn't see properly to read. It was shaped like a small portable vacuum cleaner that I had seen my mum clean out our car with... only a little smaller. It was no longer than one of the girls' training shoes, seemed much thinner... and could easily be held in one hand.

As Caroline returned to stand next to me with this 'thing,' I could see that it had a small grey button on the side, and there was some sort of round dial on it, a dial that could be turned left and right. It was only when Caroline kneeled down next to me that I could see the end... It was like a little dome, smooth looking, maybe two or three inches across... It was grey in colour, the same as the button on the side. The little dome at the end looked to be made of rubber, certainly a softer material than the bit Caroline was holding...

"Wh-what's that?" I asked nervously. I didn't have a clue what it was, and it didn't look like a 'treat' to me... "Miss Caroline... I mean... what is that?" She enjoyed my sudden nervousness, a little boy bunny rabbit caught in the headlights of a bus load of young female supremacists. "D-don't hurt me..."

"Oh shush Phillipa, look at you!" Caroline giggled at me, waving the device in front of me... "This is your treat... you've been such a good nudie slave boy today and it's time for your reward..." I watched closely as she waved it in front of me, my mind trying to imagine what it could be.

"Is... is it a space ship?" I asked like a dork... succumbing to the first idea that hit me. All the other things I thought of just didn't make sense. "Is it a space ship for me to play Star Wars with?"

"No, no... toys are dumb... Well, your Star Wars things are dumb. THIS toy, is much more fun... it's normally for girls only..." Caroline smirked, enjoying my naivety.

"It's funny looking..." I said, the next thing to enter my mind.

"No more funny looking than this... hmmm?" she teased, flicking at my erection with the index finger of her free hand.

"Oww! Don't... please..."

"Okay, I did say it was your treat... and it is. Let me explain... This device is really normally for grown ups who have sore muscles... achy arms and legs. It's designed to give a massage..."

"A massage?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, a massage..." Caroline said, her eyebrows raised at how dumb I was being. "Look, this button turns it on..." With that, I watched as Caroline pushed the little grey button and the room was filled with a very low, but audible 'buzzing' sound. It was battery operated, that much I could see, there was no electric cable attached or a plug or anything. The sound though... my mind immediately thought of the lightsabre sound I thought I could hear in the hut when I was snooping outside...

'Oh... this is what that noise was?' I thought, finally putting two and two together and hearing the penny drop in my inexperienced mind. Caroline indeed waved the device around in front of me, making me flinch. It did sound like a lightsabre as the laws of physics and the Doppler-effect of sound echoed through the Girls' Club Hut...

"Look..." Caroline said, applying the device to her arm and rubbing it up and down... "It's quite harmless... the little dome at the end here is vibrating... here, now you..." Quickly, she aimed the device at my knee and made contact with my bare skin... I felt the vibration and it shocked me...

'Shit! That tingles...' I squealed in my mind.

"Ohhhh! Aaghh!" I gasped and flinched at the sensation, making the girls around me giggle in unison. I must have looked so pathetic. I certainly felt it. As quickly as Caroline had touched my knee, she took the device away, barely able to conceal her glee at my timid and shocked reaction.

"Oh Phillipa... this is going to be so much fun..."

"Wh-what do you mean, Miss C-Caroline?"

"Can't you figure it out? I know you're a boy, but jeez... We're going to give you a nice massage... all over..."

My tummy fluttered as the nature of my 'treat' was revealed to me... That said, my naivety told me that I was only going to get a massage on my legs and arms... that's where I was feeling a little tired and achy anyway. I think I smiled... the girls were going to be nice to me... finally...

"This dial here," Caroline announced, turning the little dial at the side of the device. "Makes the vibrations stronger..." The noise in the hut increased, the buzzing intensified as she turned the dial up and down to demonstrate... "Let's see if you can figure out why girls like this so much..." she smirked. "Ready?"

"Y-yes, Miss Caroline," I replied curiously. And so, my young feminist 'masseur' turned the dial back to it's lowest setting and began to apply the little vibrating dome to my body... starting with my arms placed as though they were on top of my head in my 'play time' position. Instinctively, my arm flinched as the tingly vibrating extremity of the device made contact with my skin. "Oooh... that tickles," I complained with a feeling as though I wanted to giggle. And then I did giggle, as Caroline massaged up and down my arms, spending time slinking into my hairless armpits and out again to return up my arm...

"You like that Phillipa?" Caroline asked soothingly. "You like how it tingles on your cute little girl body... hmmm?"

"Mmmm... Mmm-iss Caroline," I gasped, trying not to giggle and to remain as still as I could from the buzzing and vibrating device massaging my arms... She guided the device over my neck and along the shoulder and arm the other side... "Mmmm... please... I'm not... a g-g-irl..."

"But you like it... don't you?"

"Ye-ssss... it... tingles... and tickles a-ha-haaa!" I began to giggle again, and then squeal as she played over my other pre-pubescent armpit, over my neck and along my left arm. I didn't hear it over the din of the device that Caroline was using on me, but I could tell from the activity on her side of the room, that Suzanne was taking photos of me.

I found the feeling that Caroline's 'toy' gave me as she used it on my arms, elbows and shoulders quite relaxing once I was over the shock of the new sensation. It tickled my sensitive spots though and I tried hard not to laugh out loud too much or squeal like a girl being tickled by an over-zealous 'uncle tickle monster.' No, I wasn't a girl... I kept telling myself that over and over... Instead, I tried not to squeal like the immature 'little' boy I was getting tickled by a visiting, over-zealous 'distant aunt tickle monster...'

"Mmmmmm..." I sighed as I began to relax into the sensation. That was when Caroline upped the ante a little and focussed the vibrating dome of the device a little lower... roaming lightly across my chest and circling my nipples... "Ohhh... Mmmmm..." I'd never felt anything like it and it stimulated nerve endings within my nipples and aureole that I never knew existed. Caroline pressed the dome a little more firmly onto each nipple in turn and I let out a guttural moan as the mildly shocking tickling sensation radiated from the immature little teat of each nipple.

Caroline giggled playfully as my torso tried to wriggle free from the vibrations centring on my little nipples, amused at my gasps when the tingling and tickling got too much in one single spot...

"Ha-ha... now you can see why girls like this device... It feels good on there... around your cute little nudie boy boobs doesn't it?" The device was a paradox, tingling and tickling so much at times I wanted to push it away, and yet equally, the tingling excitement it forced into me made me quite addicted to the pleasure it gave.

"Ohhh... gosh... it tickles so bad sometimes... when it stays... ohhhh..." I wriggled suddenly again as Caroline pushed the vibrating dome firmly onto my left nipple again...

"Awwww... is it too much for the little girl already? We're only on the low setting... maybe we should try it with a little more power hmmm?"

"Ngggghhh... Owwww... I'm not a girl..." I protested, gasping through my breath. "I'm a... Mmmmm... I'm a b-boy..." And with that, she turned the dial a little higher and roamed over my nipples again, and then curiously (to me) lower down over my tummy and around by belly button... "Ohhhhh... god! Noooo, that tickles too much... not there!"

Caroline giggled mercilessly at the reaction she was provoking in my pre-pubescent body. My tummy muscles went rigid, and it must have looked as though I had a little alien trying to burst out of my stomach... The muscles tensed to ride the sensation of the vibrations as it circled agonisingly around my belly button... I nearly lifted my legs up off the floor. Up and down my torso, up to my nipples again... one after the other... then down one side of me, up over my navel to the other side, then up my body again... She was exploring me, but I didn't know it at the time... learning about my reactions as a boy, when compared with those of her own and the other girls.

"Mmmm... Ohhh, Miss Caroline... I... Mmmm..." I whimpered as my body surrendered to the vibrating power of her 'toy.' The little dome was somehow 'kissing' my body with juddering little vibrations... relaxing me and torturing me in equal measure while she giggled at me...

"You like it don't you Phillipa? Hmmm?" she asked, her voice soothing me through the new exciting and scary feelings her 'massage' was giving me. I still had no idea of course where this was leading.

"Mmmmm... yes... I... errrm..." I replied rather incoherently. Turning the dial down again to the low setting, she traced over my neck once more and onto my face... My teeth chattered in response, and it made my inner ear tickle so badly I wanted to put my finger in there to curb the tickly-itch it created as she moved the little dome over my cheeks... up over my forehead and onto my nose... That felt funny as it vibrated on my nose... It set off a giggle fit from me as the vibrations rattled the cartilage inside my nose... I could smell the 'dome' of the device now too... It smelled kind of plasticky and rubbery... and it was warm... it smelled warm... and rubbery... and clean and electric. You know, that electric smell you get when electronics get warm...

"Good... 'cos you'll always remember the day that Caroline gave you this special treat... I promise..." she giggled... "The first time a girl gave you a nice massage with her special toy..." Her voice changed to sound more, sultry... but also as though she were talking down to me like I was much younger than I actually was... "You're such a lucky girl Phillipa... Normally, only REAL girls get to play with this... but you've been so good and obedient so far... we want you to enjoy it too... And if you keep being a good nudie slave boy... we'll give you more treats like this more often... understood?"

"Mmmmm... yes, Miss... Caroline," I panted as she suddenly teased the device back down my neck... entreating my nipples once more and down to my tummy... She turned the dial back up a little and focussed on my navel again, from side to side... round and round and round. My head was spinning, I was trying to relax in one part of my body that had been visited by the 'dome...' while also tensing my muscles in places being teased by the 'dome' right where it was at that given moment... I found my penis was tingling and about as stiff as ever as my inner arousal fizzed, making my bare naked hairless erection bob around between my splayed legs, all in front of no doubt curious, amused and excited girls.

Looking back on it all now, it's clear to me that this was never going to be an actual massage... The 'massage' was merely the foreplay to awaken my senses, and the prelude to another forced molestation of a young boy, by an older girl, in front of six other fully clothed, watching and aroused dominant young girls... I was the captive (yet seemingly so accepting) object of their 'thrill show' again... A spectacle of male weakness... his submission... and the confirmation of their already learned knowledge... the secrets about boys, held in that book.

"Say that you're a lucky girl Phillipa... admit it to us..." Caroline said softly, continuing to tease my navel and the sides of my tummy... tingling little circles of vibrations, kissing me... seducing me... somehow making me want more of it.

"Ohhhh... Mmmmhhhh... I'm a... lucky, gir... girl, Miss Caroline..." I whimpered, my cheeks turning crimson with embarrassment. I didn't want to be a girl... I was a boy... with a tingling bare naked hairless erection... The girls could all see it... "I'm a lucky... girl..." My sexual excitement was fogging my mind, just like the girls knew it would. Subconsciously, my body wanted a climax... and quickly... and my inner self gave me permission to say things... stuff I didn't normally like saying, but there and then, in the fog of arousal, I'd pretty much say and do anything because a girl told me to, and the need to feel good...

"Good girl... there's no shame in being a girl Phillipa... because girls are better... aren't we?"

"Uh-huh," I gasped my confirmation breathlessly, as my tummy bulged at the huge breath I had taken. Meanwhile I wriggled around on the floor and did my level best to remain in 'play time' position for her. "Girls are bet-ter... ohhh... mmmm... Miss..."

Suddenly, Caroline upped the ante again... and she passed the massaging device down further over my waist, my hip... rattling my hip bone before snaking down to my thigh...

'Oh god!' I thought... As it rubbed up and down over my upper thigh, I quickly wondered if she was going to use the device on my privates too... my stiff little boyhood was already saluting her and waggling around helplessly as my torso and lower body writhed to manage the sensitive tingly tickles it gave me. It was impossible to lie still like that and just let her do it... Like most things, despite the embarrassment that accompanied most of it, it was better when a girl was doing 'stuff' to you that made you feel good.

I cursed myself for being so stupid as not to think of it before... The feelings it gave my body wherever the device was aimed by Caroline were so strong and tingly, it was obviously going to 'feel different and good' if she used it on my exposed private parts.
If my nipples and my navel were anything to go by, then the sensation of the device on my actual penis would be something else... it was already tingly and needy without actually having been touched. I wanted to tell her to touch me there... Well actually that's not true... In the hut, boys didn't tell girls what to do... Instead, I would have had to beg her to touch me there because I was nothing more than a submissive little naked boy who now admitted and understood that girls were superior to boys... But of course I wasn't brave enough...

I think Caroline sensed the inner turmoil and my sudden realisation that the device could be used on private parts... boy or girl because she giggled, and allowed the vibrating dome of the device to trace right along my thigh, over my kneecap and down my leg... my ankle... Jeeez, over my foot and toes and then onto the other foot to work up the other side...

"Ohhh... Noooo!" I panted as the vibrations tickled through my wriggling little toes, my soles still obediently pressed together to maintain my languid pose. "Mmmmm... arrgghhh..." Up over my right leg... my right upper thigh... trailing and buzzing over my tummy to loop the loop around my navel again... and back to my left thigh...

It was getting serious now... there was only really one more area of my body (on my top side anyway) that had not been gifted with the thrilling tingly vibrations of Caroline's battery powered 'toy massager.' The spot right between my thighs... my pre-pubescent boy crotch... Everything that nature gave me to indicate I was a boy, so clearly visible to the girl 'massaging' me, and the other six looking at me... Those once sacredly private little 'sticky-out' things that made me different... vulnerable and deficient... imperfect.

"I can tell you're enjoying your treat so much Phillipa," Caroline soothed, making another pass with the vibrating dome along my thigh and down to my tingling toes... "Would you like me to show you why girls really like to play with this 'toy' Phillipa? Even different little girls like you?" I remained silent in the fog of arousal as she returned back along my leg with the device, running it over the top of my thigh this time and inside...

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm... god..." I gasped and wriggled my bottom on the cushion. I couldn't believe the sudden escalation of excitement I felt when she did that. I thought she was going to touch my boyish genitalia with the device... she came agonisingly close to my scrotum, before teasingly running the vibrations downward again, along my inside thigh and my leg.

"Ooops, nearly... that was too close wasn't it?" she giggled rhetorically as she teased over the skin of my upper thighs further with the pulsing little dome. "Shall I show you how good it can be for a 'special girl' like you... Hmmm?"

"Ohhhhh, yes... please... Miss Caroline, mmmm... sh-show me..." I panted softly, feeling her run the device back up along my body to circle and press into my nipples again... She was enjoying my teasing torture as much as I was being seduced and excited by it.

"Okay then Phillipa... get ready... and hold real still... This is your treat... okay?"

"Y-yes Mmmmm-isss Caroline... Ohhhhh..."

"I mean it Phillipa... you gotta hold still and let me do it..." she cautioned, making me gasp as she used the fingers of her free hand to grip my horny little erection by the skin just below the glans... "No matter how tingly it feels... how much you wriggle and fight to stay in control... you mustn't try to move my hands away... and you mustn't touch yourself or you'll get a spanking... You gotta let me do it..."

I felt powerless to resist her, addicted to the tingling vibrations she was causing in my nipples as she circled and pressed the rubbery dome onto them firmly... And I was increasingly excited at the feel of her girlish fingers around my cock as she began to tug the loose outer skin downward towards my balls, pinching my shaft firmly... She was making sure my foreskin was fully retracted to her satisfaction... Oh god, that was so thrilling and naughty feeling as I felt my damp, needy little 'mushroom' head become exposed again... the skin settling in snugly in the dark purple coloured ridge behind my glans...

"So, are you going to be a good little nudie boy... and let me make you feel as good as a girl down there? You want to feel like a girl... don't you?"

"Y-yes... Miss Caroline... m-make mmmmmeeeee feel like a girl does..." I sighed, drawing my breath in readiness for what I now understood clearly she was about to do to me... She was going to make me feel good... a climax... that was my treat... just what I had been wanting... "I want to feel... like a girl..." The balance between sexual excitement, and the anticipation of feeling the inevitably humiliating sexual climax enforced by a girl in front of her Club mates was excruciating. Something so private and sacred to a boy, about to be controlled by a girl again, for the enjoyment of her friends and herself... My enjoyment was secondary and simply forming another degrading episode in their program of domination and supremacy over me as a now proven, and confirmed submissive boy.

Caroline giggled and began the agonisingly slow descent of the vibrating 'massager' on my body... my tummy... my navel and finally onto my bare naked, hairless pubis... My hips bucked upwards as I felt the tingly vibrations pass round and round over my groin, from side to side... Caroline's expert hand control was clear to me. I wondered how many other boys had experienced this 'treat...' and through the haze of sexual arousal, I wondered about girls too and finally felt brave enough to ask a question...

"Miss... Caroline... ohhhhhh... errrrm... do girls... wh-when girls, feel good... do they... you know... errrm... is it a cum too?"

"Uh-huh..." she smiled, moving the device back and forth over my bald pubis and inner thighs... "it's the best feeling in the world for a girl... a nice big juicy girl cum... making our panties all hot and damp... It's different for every girl... but when it happens, that's when I feel best about being a girl..."

"Mmmmmm..." I sighed dreamily as Caroline moved the device back up to my navel and then down to my pubis again. Momentarily distracted by my sigh with my eyes closed, I didn't notice her fiddle with the dial at the side of the device, but I heard the change in pitch... She had turned the power up... and the vibrations became more intense...

Eager to see my reaction, she snaked the vibrating 'toy' down my inner thigh and directly onto my vulnerable little scrotum... The soft, wrinkly furrowed skin that forms a young male's little ball sack is very sensitive at the best of times and I whimpered at the sudden sensation of the powerfully vibrating dome pressed lightly onto my little pink pre-pubescent sack... I wanted to clamp my thighs shut, even if it meant trapping the device and her hand there, but I restrained myself and my body reacted by lifting my bottom off the cushion briefly while I tried to settle down again. Caroline and the other girls chuckled at my reaction...

"Mmmmm... Ohhhh... god, that's... Ohhhh Miss Caroline... I can't... please..." I mumbled through the ragged breathing pattern of my sexual arousal. She pressed the device a little firmer onto my sack, kind of up and under, now vibrating against the little boyish marbles nestled timidly inside... open to attack. The vibrations also reached the sensitive skin of my perineum too. Somehow, the sphincter muscle of my anus relaxed and I felt my bottom squirm and writhe over the cushion it lay on as I focussed on trying to manage the feelings the vibrations were having on my balls... I wasn't able to multi-task at eleven years old experiencing all that.

"Nnnnnngghh.... nooooo! I can't... please... Miss Caroline... it's too tingly... not there! Please stop..." I pleaded as Caroline giggled at my reaction along with the other girls. The vibrations in my little testicles were so powerful, I actually thought I was suffering a kind of electric shock... I closed my eyes briefly and it was almost as if through the sensations of the vibration, I could 'see' or at least sense in my mind, the actual shape of my balls... the small, imperfectly formed little egg shaped balls... And something else too... the secret little stringy attachments that I knew nothing of at age eleven... my epididymides... I could sense them through the radiating vibrations and never knew they were there before.

Caroline, seemingly gleeful now, varied the force of which she pressed the vibrating device onto my scrotum and testicles... She began a gentle, playful and teasing circular motion, making sure that the whole of my modest ball bag received her attention. Each side... the front, and pushing underneath to press as far as she could between the tops of my thighs... almost touching my perineum directly.

"Mmmmm... ohhhhh god... please... It's too tingly... stop... Please, you have to stop..." I whimpered... "Nnnngghh.. oh, not th-ere... Mmmm, not so hard! Oh god it tickles..."

"Tell me where you want it to touch you instead then Phillipa..." Caroline said softly, exploring my scrotum with the device before re-tracing her steps to rub it over my pubis... "Tell me where you think it would feel good for a special girl like you..."

"On my... pe-nis... Mmmmmm... Miss Caroline... ohhhhh... godddd..." I gasped quietly, my lower body still writhing on the cushion. My erection was bobbing around between my thighs, quite beyond my control as my hips gyrated... it must have looked a pitiful sight. The feelings were exciting though...

"Awwww... you looked so cute and helpless when you said that just then..." she giggled at me. "You want me to use this on your little nudie boy willy... and make you have a cum... don't you Phillipa?" As she said it and before I could even think about my reply to her obvious question, Caroline moved the dome of the vibrating 'massager' over my pubis quickly and touched the base of my cock with it... Bzzzzzz, once... Bzzzzz... twice...

"Ohhhhhh... yesssssss...." I gasped at the sudden sensation of the vibrations tingling so briefly at the base of my penis like that. It made my hips thrust upwards for a moment and my buttocks lift off the cushion again... Then plumped back down hard as my bottom squirmed under her control. My body sought more of the tickly, tingly feelings the device seemed to promise. "Please Miss Caroline... ohhhhhh... touch my... willy with it... Mmmmmm... please, make me... feel... Mmmmmm... feel good... like a gi-rl..."

"Tell us how badly you want a nice little nudie boy orgasm in your willy Phillipa... what would you do for us?" Caroline teased softly, allowing the device to vibrate over the base of my penis again, this time staying in contact with me for a little longer, and running a little higher up the shaft of my hairless young erection. Yep, you guessed it, there was going to be a price for 'feeling good...' I should have known... But I was so aroused... the vibrations were like nothing else I had experienced before...

I was probably more tingly, stiff and excited than I had ever been in my short life... as much anyway without actually having a climax. Right then, because I was a boy, I didn't care I was naked and fully displayed so humiliatingly in a room full of clothed girls... I needed to climax to reset my mind... I had been driven too far down the road to not be rewarded with a dry-cum, even if that meant a spanking for taking things into my own hands.

"Miss Caroline... Ohhhhh... please... I need to feel good... it tingles so much... I... I'll do anything... I'll obey... I admit it too... I'll say it... Ohhhhh... over and over... I don't care... Mmmmm... girls are better... than boys... I'll do anything... please... I need to feel good, make it touch my willy... orgasm... arrgghhh... please..." I could hear all the girls giggling at my embarrassing, debasing verbal response, and the reaction of my body to the older girl's obvious physical teasing. I could see Suzanne using her camera to capture my shame in close up too, but I didn't care at that moment... I just needed an orgasm... Just one... to satisfy my arousal... the craving. "Please, let me feel good... just once... I'll do anything..."

"Anything?" Caroline asked curiously, rubbing the vibrating device around the modest circumference of my little erection, and then up and down lightly a few times, always remaining clear of tingling, needy dark pink, exposed glans...

"Y-yesssss... Mmmmm... please keep touching me there... like that... any... thing..." I replied, feeling the arousing vibrations jangling and teasing me with pleasure. Caroline was careful not to push me too quickly before sealing a 'deal' with me... she liked watching me squirm too much as she controlled my excitement with the vibrating dome... now teasing over my hairless pubis again.

"Phillipa... I know you want to feel good like a real girl," Caroline said demurely and with a tone of superiority. "But you know that by being a little nudie boy, you can never fully understand or experience just how good it is to be a REAL girl... But we can help you get as close as possible with what you are and what you've got... And you agreed to do anything... so here's what we'll do..." The device vibrated up onto my navel and back down to my crotch... over my ball sack, up and down the shaft of my erection without touching my glans, and then settling back on my scrotum...

"Awwww... Mmmmmmm.... oh god... Mmmmmm..." I wailed as the sensation stimulated me with tingles I couldn't control deep inside my ball bag. It was a challenge to refrain from trying to brush her hand and the device away to give some relief... Yet again, a girl was proving to me and to the Club, how easy it was to control a boy by seizing control of his balls. Using his genitals against him.

"I can keep the device here on your worthless little balls all day if I have to, until the batteries run out... and you won't get that really good feeling you want so badly... Or, you can experience a little bit of what it's like to be a real girl by agreeing to wear a pair of panties for a while and promising to learn a song we've written for you... If you agree to do it, I'll put the device on your willy, right on the spot that's your equivalent of where a girl feels good the most... That way, I'll let you cum like a girl... Do we have a deal?"

"Yes... I will," I blushed, aware of the price I had to pay for having a climax... I was desperate now... "Ohhhhh.... please Miss Caroline... I'll do it... I'll do it... I'll obey, yes!"

"You'll wear panties, like a girl... and you'll learn the song we have for you? You'll sing it?"

"YES!" I gasped... "Panties... Ohhhh... song... please, do it... to me."

"Then say it..." Caroline commanded loudly as she pressed the device more firmly and insistently onto my balls, the vibrations jangling them with erotic invisible lightning. "Say something nice to me, and beg me to diddle your little boy-clitty with the toy... and that you'll imagine you're a real girl... with a real girl's clitty..."

"Ohhhh please Miss Caroline... you're a girl... it's better, ohhhhh... to be a girl... You have... Mmmmm... a v-ulva... superior... unlike my willy... Ohhhh god... Girls rule... forever... Please... Nnnggghhh... use your toy... to diddle me... on my... b-boy clitty... I pr-omise... ohhhh... to imagine I'm a real girl... feeling good in my girl clitty... Ohhhh..."

"Very well Phillipa..." Caroline smiled, removing the device from my balls and making me gasp with relief... "I'm going to finish your treat now... and make you cum... like a girl... right on your boy clitty... When you cum, remember to imagine being a real girl... and remember what you have to say... Now hold still..."

With that, Caroline grabbed hold of my penis and used her free hand to bend it back against me, holding it firmly in place, flat to my hairless pubis... I grunted and breathed deeply at the feeling of a girl doing that to me... controlling my erection.

"You know... lots of books describe a girl's clitoris as a tiny little willy of her own to play with... nestling there just above the delicate lips of her vulva... Not that you would know what any of that actually looks like... 'But the Big Book of Boy Secrets' explains it much more accurately... That the glans of a boy, and a specific part of it, is actually an oversized clitoris... I think you're ready to know that when a baby first starts to grow inside a woman's tummy, they ALL start out as girls... they're all female... As babies start to grow in there, some experience a reaction that allows the baby to become a boy instead of a girl... The imperfect girls, become boys... Girls first, boys second... it's another way nature teaches us that the female is dominant over the male..."

"Wh-what?" I stuttered in disbelief, my arousal still needy. "Nooo... no way! I've never been a girl..."

"Yes... if you take time to look at yourself in the mirror... you'll see mother-nature's little scar that she gives to all boys... right there along the skin of your ball bag... That's where the vagina and vulva failed to grow properly and nature made you into a boy instead... Using a substance called testosterone, she made your clitoris grow into a worthless, little, wriggly willy instead... Boys are all imperfect girls... Mother Nature's little rejects... Why else did she give you nipples hmmmm?"

"Noooo! That's not true!" I whimpered with embarrassment.

"It is Phillipa... boys are born purely to provide sperm for a female when he's old enough... And putting all that together makes boys the weaker sex I'm happy to say... as a REAL girl... Now hold real still... it's time to show you where your boy clitoris is..." With excitable young female commotion echoing through the hut... I trembled with shame and uncertainty and sexual arousal as Caroline held my penis firmly down onto my pubis with her free hand, and moved the vibrating device towards the bulbous tip of my glans.

I had to close my eyes... the device buzzed... and hummed... I was scared that by being touched 'like a girl' as Caroline described, and imagining I was a real girl when I climaxed, that I would somehow turn into a girl... My heart raced in my chest and I felt the tremors of excited fear fluttering in my tummy too...

Bzzzzzzzzzz... BZZZzzzz....

"Arrrgghhh... ahhhhh, ahhhh... Mmmmmm!" I panted suddenly as Caroline held the dome of the vibrating 'massager' to the tip of my penis... Right on the little prow, the delicate and sensitive little spot on what is the underside of the glans... Right on the frenulum, the fleshy little 'banjo string' attaching my foreskin to my shaft... All exposed and tingling like crazy... vibrating like crazy... "Ohhhhh god... Ohhhhhh... Mmmmmm.... Nggggghghhh..."

I writhed and squirmed pathetically on the cushion while my helpless little 'boy clitoris' was 'massaged' by a girl... It felt more powerful than any act of masturbation I had been subjected to so far... It screamed at me inside... the vibrations, the tickly tingly tremors threatening to make my shaft explode. After only a handful of seconds, I knew that I was going to cum so quickly...

"Owwwww arrrrgghhh... ohhhh, ohhh, ohhh!" I yelped like a girl as Caroline pushed firmer onto my glans with the device, making it tease and rub over the tip... over the slit of my pee-hole... "Noooo... it's too much... Ohhhhh... ohhhh..."

"Watch closely girls... he's gonna cum like a girl, any second now..." Caroline taunted, making the other girls call out teasing remarks, encouraging the older girl to finish me off.

After what could have been no more than five or six seconds of the vibrating dome first being pressed into the underside of my exposed glans and frenulum, I felt my orgasm being forced out by a girl again... My hips began to shake as my body surrendered to my latest sexual crisis...

"Nnngghh... Ohhhhh god... ohhhhh... Miss... Ohhhh... I'mmmm..." I panted, searching for breath as my rose up and down. And then the spread of tingly, ticklish erotic electricity leaping out from around the end of my cock... Being violently shaken by happy vibrations... I was dry cumming... spasm after rich spasm of glorious boy orgasm was coursing through my loins...

Caroline pulled the device away from me and I was bucking up and down on my cushion like a bull set free at a rodeo. The spasms continued and I thought of myself as a girl... getting to feel like that in her own different, and as yet unknown or seen by me private parts... Whatever her 'clitty' was, I had been told enough that it was like some tiny, miniscule penis... only a 'clitty' was better because it was there first... boys were second... nothing but imperfect girls...

"Mmmmm... ohhhhh... I'm a girl... ohhhh... Boys are weaker than girls... Mmmmm... feels good, like a girl... yessss... boys are the weaker... sex..." I stammered in a clouded sexual daze as my dry climax began to fade... I had debased myself visually and verbally once more...

As Caroline turned off the device and placed it at the side of her 'throne,' I slowly managed to bring my hips and my bottom under control as my senses returned. My breath remained ragged though, as did the heart rate in my young chest... I finally had some relief... though my erection still stood... testament to the added ingredients of that drink... The lethargy in my arms and legs also began to take more of a role in my mind too... nagging little aches making me feel as though I wanted a rest...

"There's a good boy... all better now, down there huh?" Caroline teased with her pretend soothing and patronising voice, almost as though she were addressing a toddler. "Aren't you such a lucky boy to be allowed into our girls' club and have a treat like that hmmm?"

"Y-yes, Miss Caroline," I panted quietly, still maintaining my position. A position that reminded me of my humiliating predicament. As sexually exciting feelings waned for a while (even with a stiffy that wouldn't stop), my other feelings of shame and embarrassment about my nudity in front of, and submission to the girls took over. It was a cycle I was still trying to come to terms with... "Th-thank you..."

I now lived in a time where I knew that things that could vibrate, could give wonderful, naughty feelings to either a girl or a boy... There was no going back from that... what had been learned, couldn't be un-learned. I was still yet to come across the word 'vibrator' to describe a proper genuine sex toy built for the express purposes of sexual excitement however. This 'massager' was a 'make-do' solution that the ever superiorly resourceful girls had access to. And I realised quickly that they could dominate me with it...

"Good... It looked like you had a nice ending to your treat Phillipa, and you were so good to remember to call out your words when you had your orgasm... We're really pleased with you," Caroline smiled, returning to her 'throne' and leaving me in 'play-time position...' It was starting to get tiring, lying there like that.

"Tell us Phillipa," Alison suddenly interjected from my side. "Why do you have to say those words when you have an orgasm?" She started to giggle with her twin sister. Of course, she already knew the answer and just liked hearing a boy admit it. "Why do you have to say 'boys are weaker than girls?'"

I blushed scarlet as I recalled the humiliating and shameful events of the day before... and I had to admit it to Alison as though she didn't already know...

"Miss Alison... I... I have to say it, because it's true..." I sheepishly began. "I mean... Caroline, Natasha, Emma, Anita and Suzanne all beat me at arm-wrestling yesterday... and they proved that boys... are the weaker sex..." My voice trailed off timidly as I made my shameful admission... She was smirking at my embarrassment, enjoying my inner conflict and turmoil.

"Go on... what else?" she teased, insisting that I complete my explanation.

"It gets marked up on a chart when I get beaten by a girl... It errrm... it shows which girls are stronger than me..." I continued to blush... "And when I have an... org-asm... if I do it to myself... or a girl does it to me, here or away from Club... I have to say it so everyone knows that I'm having a cum..."

"Is that because you're willy doesn't shoot yet?? Because you're still a little boy?"

"Y-yes Miss Alison," I said, totally ashamed.

"Do you think you could beat Alison and me?" Elizabeth piped up gleefully. "We're only ten..."

"I'm only ten," Anita announced proudly... "And I beat his pants off!"

"Yeah, he's a boy," Suzanne smirked... "Dirty... pervert... bed-wetter... can't beat any of the girls..."

"Okay girls, I guess we have time for a little match for Phillipa to try and prove himself again... Up you get Phillipa..." Caroline played along... When I stood up and shook my tired limbs off, she orchestrated the preparation of the 'game table' again like the day before, arranging one of the wooden chests to be positioned in the centre of the hut and cushion for the opponents to sit on opposite sides... "Alison first... then Lizzie 'cos Lizzie is the youngest... then we really have to move on..."

"What does he get if he actually manages to win today?" Suzanne asked.

"Just as yesterday, but the stakes are higher for Emma... as his favourite girl..." Caroline said, teasing my 'love interest' with a knowing smile. "If he manages to beat both Alison and Lizzie, then he will win his favourite space ship back, and Emma will have to strip naked and show herself off in any position or pose that he wants to see her... If he loses to either girl, then Emma is safe. Should Phillipa beat one girl, then he gets his favourite space ship back... and all the dolls that go with it..."

'Action figures!' I thought testily. 'They're not dolls... damn you!'

"But he doesn't get to look at the naked girls in the book of secrets," Caroline concluded. "He's only up against two girls today... and he can't have all the prizes."

Of course, Alison and Elizabeth took their turn to arm-wrestle me, and in my weakened state, I wasn't able to beat either of them. Alison was quite a balanced match at first, but she giggled when she finally planted my straining hand down to the table. Lizzie, she beat me hands down... I couldn't believe it, the bony little runt. But don't tell her I said that.

"Ha-ha! Beat you," Elizabeth grinned as she slammed my hand to the table with a 'thump.' "Girl-th are th-tronger than boys... Girl-th are th-stronger than boys..." she chanted, the other younger girls joining in too, but without the lisp. Blushing with the humiliation of a seven match losing streak to all the girls, I stood up from my cushion and the girls all giggled and commented that I was still bone hard between the legs... As I walked away from the wooden chest 'game table,' my modest hairless penis waggled from side to side, adding to the merriment of my female tormentresses.

"Okay, that's seven matches to nil that the girls have now won..." Caroline announced... "And Phillipa... you know you now have a punishment to serve for failing to beat any single girl, don't you?"

"Wh-what?" I trembled. "No... Miss Caroline, you never said that..."

"But it's in the rules... I shouldn't have to say it..." she beamed at my discomfort at this development. I knew she was right... she was a girl, and they were proving to be 'right' all the time...

'Oh yes,' I thought, the voice of Emperor Palpatine from the Return Of The Jedi. 'You'll find that the girls are right about a great, many, things...'

I sighed my resignation to whatever the punishment was, which was now revealed to me...

"Today Phillipa, your punishment for demonstrating the ongoing proof of your weakness compared to girls is to perform a private show in front of Alison and Elizabeth... They can both give you two commands each... Put your cushion on top of the chest, and then climb up and kneel on it, 'display' position... come on, get to it..."

Nervous as to what might unfold next, I complied with Caroline's instruction. As I did so, Alison and Elizabeth moved there cushions to sit, Indian style right in front of me... This 'private show' was directed right in front of their eyes, but also clearly visible to the other girls. The intent was, that I would look at Alison or Elizabeth while I 'performed' for them... whatever they commanded me to do...

Kneeling up on my cushion on top of the wooden toy chest, I parted my knees, locked my ankles behind me and used my fingers to pull back my foreskin fully again, neatly into place... With my little hairless erection now 'skinned back like a little boy bunny rabbit,' I placed my hands on top of my head to complete my 'display' position. It was humiliating... but the tingling excitement was building in me again, compensating for my obvious scarlet cheeks. Two ten year old twin girls about to shame me, an eleven year old nudie slave boy further... One kind of pretty, the other, bony and skinny and obnoxious.

'I wonder if this is where Alison is going to make me feel good... like she promised earlier...' I thought briefly, before Alison took the initiative...

"Have you ever used a hula-hoop before Phillipa?" the prettier of the two twins asked calmly.

"Y-yes... Miss Alison..." I replied, looking right into her eyes...

"Then I want you to move your hips around, pretending that you're hula-hooping, and as you do that, I want you to look at me and admit that you're my nudie slave boy..." she smiled mischievously, nodding her head and encouraging me to begin... I didn't think it wise to disobey and I wasn't being asked to do or say anything more humiliating than I had already experienced, so I nodded in response and began...

I began to move my hips in steady, slow circles, round and round as though I had a real hula-hoop around my waist... I could tell what it must have looked like, a naked eleven year old boy, kneeling up on top of the wooden toy chest, his little hairless penis moving around in the same circular motion as his hips as he obeyed the fully clothed grinning girl in front of him... I looked right into her victorious eyes, but she wasn't looking into mine... she was smiling at the show my boyish, erect private parts were making. Her expression told me that she felt superior to me... she was glad she didn't have a penis...

'It's better to be a girl... Miss Alison...' I affirmed her view silently in my thoughts as I gyrated like a little hula-girl, only with a stiff little erection poking right out at my conqueress.

"I'm your nudie little slave boy Miss Alison..." I said softly, kind of girlish... meek.

"Good... you do that well," Alison smirked. "That's enough, you can stop now... It's Lizzie's turn..."

"Yeah, my turn..." Elizabeth grinned wickedly.

'I have a bad feeling about this...' I thought with my Han Solo voice.

"My first command is thi-th... I want you to admit that you're my nudie little th-lave boy too... and then put a finger up your nose, and lick it!" she giggled at her own level of horrible mischief. I really wanted to protest, but let my gasp of horror and the burning crimson of my cheeks communicate for me.

"Come on..." Emma said with disgust at the younger girl's command. My saviour? "We don't do that... we never make boys do that... it's gross. Think of something else Lizzie. We're girls, not savages remember..." I looked over briefly at Emma and wordlessly thanked her with my best 'puppy dog eyes' and I saw her wink at me.

"Oh..." Suzanne commented with disappointment. "I wanted to see if he's a snot gobbler, like I hear most boys are..." Anita and Elizabeth chuckled and nodded knowingly between them. They seemed to await a judgement from the 'leader.'

"Are you a... 'snot gobbler?'" Caroline asked sincerely from her 'throne.'

"No Miss Caroline," I replied quickly. "Of course not... I'm as clean as a girl... honest..."

"Very well... choose something else Lizzie... and remember... we may be superior to boys, and we may be in charge of them, but that doesn't mean we have to act like monsters to make our point..."

"Okay, okay," Elizabeth relented, looking up at me as I knelt there obediently in front of her. She was thinking of something to make me do... something that would prove that I would obey her, and demonstrate her dominion over me, even if she couldn't get me to pick my nose, and eat it... Euch... "Seeing as thi-th i-th your punishment... I want you th-till to admit that you're my nudie little th-lave boy... and then ath-k me to th-pank your willy..."

The silence in the hut was broken only by my horrified gasp. I swallowed hard and prayed for another reprieve... but there was none... I shifted uneasily on my cushion as Elizabeth retrieved the little pink plastic ruler that had been used to measure my penis the day before. The one with the 'Wonder Woman' printed on it in golden letters, shadowed in red and blue... My cheeks flushed with fear... a second 'date' with the ruler. I'd heard so much about Elizabeth and her cruelty, and now she was going to get a free hit at my penis with the ruler...

"Just the one Lizzie..." Caroline said cautiously. "He's being punished, but he isn't deserving of a full spanking from you..." Elizabeth nodded her understanding and turned to grin up at me... she was enjoying my obvious fear...

"Pl-please... don't hurt me..." I pleaded weakly. "Please... not there..." Tears threatened to shame me even more, I could feel them anxiously 'knocking on the door' at the sides of my eyes.

"Don't be th-uch a th-ithy..." she giggled. "It-th ju-tht one th-pank... I've done thi-th to lot-th of boys, some even younger than you... It-th gonna hurt... and it might make you cry... Don't be th-cared to cry in front of girl-th... It-th natural for a boy to cry when a girl reminds him of the little weakne-th he ha-th between his leg-th..."

"Ohhh... please don't... n-not there... don't hit my willy, please! I'm begging you... Miss Elizabeth..." I was mortified at what was about to happen, my whole body tensing with fear and anticipation. How could a girl do this to a boy? Why? My buttocks clenched... My penis lurched. Elizabeth took aim and I began to cry... It was too much... "PLEASE!!! NOooooo! Don't... pleaseeee! Not my willy... Noooo... not there... it's not fair!"

"What do you have to th-ay before I th-pank you Phillipa?"

"Please Miss Elizabeth... don't..." I sobbed freely, tears coursing down my crimson cheeks. I couldn't handle this... "I'll kiss you... like a girl... I'll kiss your foot... I'll... I'll..."

"You'll obey me... becau-th I'm a girl... Now th-ay what I told you, or you'll earn a real th-panking... and that really will make you cry..." she said, daring me to disobey or stall for more time...

"Oh Miss Elizabeth... Ohhhhh gosh..." I sniffled with impending pain and humiliation. "I'm your <sniff> nudie little slave boy... <sniff> Please spank my willy..."

<SLAP> The little pink feminist ruler struck hard across the top side of my penis and made me gasp for air and lean forward...

"OWWWWwwwwwww... Owwwwwwwww!" I wailed with pain and misery in equal measure. It stung... it felt like the ruler had passed right through my penis and removed the glans... All I could feel was the pain in the lower shaft of my little erection. The pain spread, leaving an angry pink marker for any spanks that may follow... Fortunately there were none this time... "Owwww... <sniff, sniff>" I cried out, looking down at my abused penis, feeling the initial sting fade. It was replaced by a warm, ache, the area attacked by the ruler seemingly glowing with a seething pinkness.

"There... you cry it all out like a boy," Elizabeth teased me quietly, happy with her work, and lay the ruler down next to her cushion before she sat down on it. "I-th it better to be a girl... or a boy Phillipa?"

"A... <sniff> a girl..." I replied, unable to look at her. Instead, I looked down at my boy parts, still stiff and on display... an angry 'spank badge' on the top side of my shaft. My shock subsided and my tears were blinked away... damp little trails remaining on my cheeks until the heat of my blushes could evaporate them. "It's better to be a girl... Miss Elizabeth..."

"That-th right... and now you'll NEVER forget..." Elizabeth grinned wickedly. "Alison, your turn again..."

"Okay Phillipa..." the prettier of the twin girls said smartly. "You did such a good job earlier, and I want to see it again... I want you to look right at me and recite the Langton Magna Girls' Club code for boys... simple as that... nice and cheerful..."

Oh god... I was still smarting from the spank I had just received on my bare naked penis... how on earth was I going to be convincingly cheerful? I sniffed away my runny nose and blinked away the risk of any further tears falling and I looked into Alison's eyes. This time, she was looking into mine...

"Come on Phillipa... you can smile again now..." she encouraged me. I did my best to smile at her and began to recite the code as requested, kneeling up on top of the wooden toy chest in my 'display' position. As humiliating as the first time I ever had to say it... the shame of it never left me... She was going to enjoy looking at me, a naked boy, kneeling before her, while I said it...

"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."

"Girls rule forever!" Alison smiled, leading the little 'amen' at the end of my recital. All six of the other girls in unison and perfect timing replied,

"Girls rule forever!"

"Good girl Phillipa... now it's Elizabeth's last turn... I hope you don't get another spanking today..."

"I heard about what you did for the other girl-th ye-th-terday after they all beat you at arm wre-thling. So that-th what I want you to do... Show me and Ali-thon how you play with your willy... And don't forget to th-ay the words when you have a cum..."

I blushed at the command... a self debasing act on an already aching penis, my limbs feeling tired and weak. I just wanted a rest.

"Yes, Miss Elizabeth," I said contritely, letting my hands grasp hold of my immature private parts... One hand around my little scrotum, and one hand wrapped around my hairless little erection, fingers gripping below my glans... ready to jerk off. As Suzanne captured more exposures of me, I slowly began the humiliating task of masturbating myself... right in front of all seven fully clothed young dominant girls.

As I quickened my pace, I knew that it wouldn't actually take that long to reach climax... The feelings of shame and humiliation I felt, showing two new girls not only how a boy masturbated... but also my own unique technique... All that, coupled with the sexual arousal that undeniably shimmered already through my loins meant that I was already well on my way to a quick 'happy ending...' It was making me feel good to perform like this... somehow I was enjoying the feelings I was getting, even if it embarrassed me.

As my fingers tugged me onward towards completion, I bit my lip, gasping and concentrating on my task as I looked at Elizabeth and Alison... They were watching my hand rub back and forth as I played with my penis... watching me wank myself off... As they watched the action unfold, their expressions changed from gleeful enjoyment, to a look of potential pity and unbridled girlish giggling. A naked boy's penis was right in front of them, being played with by the submissive boy it was attached to, kneeling up on the toy chest... all because he obeyed girls now. My penis belonged to them...

'They're looking at my willy while I wank off...' I thought, as I began to pant. I was almost teasing myself... 'They're girls... looking at my boy cock... my nudie boy cock... girls rule... girls are better...' I was fantasising... When Alison broke out into her next smirk of superiority, I finally lost it... My climax began... Instinctively, I let my hands leave my genitals, and return to rest on top of my head... letting the girls see my unbridled orgasm...

"Oooooohhhh... oohhhhhh... I'm.... ohhhhh... ohhh, yesssss..." I breathed hard, sighing with obvious sexual pleasure... My hips began to thrust forward a couple of times, fucking helplessly into the air, before they began shake beyond my control. My groin was shuddering and jerking back and forth as I kneeled up on my little makeshift podium. "Ohhhhh... boys are weaker than girls!" I called out, feeling the ticklish, tingly electricity of orgasm spasm from my glans, along the jiggling little root of my erection to my balls and back again... Spasm after spasm of humiliating, but satisfying dry-cum... I knew in my mind that as pleasurable as it was, it didn't feel as good as how a girl could make it feel... 'girls are better... than boys... even at doing this...'

As the commotion in the hut simmered down following my self-induced dry orgasm, Caroline praised me for completing my punishment for losing to another two girls at arm-wrestling. I was allowed to get down from the toy chest and return my cushion, to my normal spot ('welcome' position) as the room was re-organised again efficiently by the girls. My arms ached, my legs ached... my mind was confused and my boyhood remained totally stiff as though nothing had happened. It still poked out 'proudly' at whoever wanted to look at it... only it looked like it had been played with... and spanked...

I watched curiously as Caroline reached into the normally locked toy chest. After moving a few bits and pieces around that I couldn't see, she finally pulled out a light blue pair of girl's panties... Light blue, with a frilly lacy white trim around the waistband. I suddenly remembered what the price I had to pay for receiving my full 'treat' with Caroline's toy... the naughty 'massage' toy.

"Take these Phillipa... they're yours now..." she smiled serenely at me, holding the garment out to me. There was enough 'tone' in her voice that told me I should take them without delay. Reluctantly, I held my hand out and took the panties... "You said yesterday in front of us, that you liked being a good girl for us... and earlier, when I gave you your treat, you said that you wanted to feel like a girl.. and you would do anything to have that cum I kindly gave you... So now, it's time to pay up... this is your big chance Phillipa... become a nudie girl for us... They'll make you feel like a girl too when you put them on..."

"But I'm not a GIRL!" I protested vehemently, my fingertips feeling how soft and 'alien' and girlish the blue knickers were. I couldn't wear those... I was a boy... this was going too far now... But I didn't run... part of me felt curious to know what it was like... and part of me wanted any opportunity to win ALL of my stuff back. I toughed it out... submissive or not, I toughed it out.

"We'll see..." Caroline said, squinting her eyes at me. "Don't forget your manners..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Caroline... It's just..."

"It doesn't matter... apology accepted... now, be a good little girl and slip on your new panties... let's see how they fit... They look just right for a girl your age..."

I blushed with impending shame and seethed with anger at the renewed references to me being a girl... If it wasn't bad enough that I was now a 'traitor,' a young convert to female superiority, did I really have to become a girl too? I hoped not... I was born a boy, and that's how I knew I had to stay. Even if that meant I would forever be on the losing side of the gender war that was playing out in the hut. Seemingly all around me...

So bashfully, and with movements I would have imagined a girl to do, I stepped into the panties, and quickly pulled them up my legs... over my knees and up to my waist...
It felt so sinful to know that I had a pair of girl's panties on... something that was normally such an intimate piece of female underwear, was now being worn by me... A boy... It was such a sinful feeling, that it was actually secretly exciting, despite the shame I felt. The material was so different to boy's underpants or boxer shorts. It secretly made me tingle... as though the panties had some sort of magic, girlish power over me.

And of course, it felt good to finally have my boyish private parts covered up again. Although the girls had seen everything of me that any boy my age would have wanted to keep hidden away from them, any opportunity to have them covered was a good thing. A brief respite from their constant looking, smirking, judging and occasional giggling.

One thing I quickly noticed about girl's panties however, when being worn by a boy, somehow the waistband doesn't seem to cover the full pubis of a boy. Because a boy has a penis and testicles sticking out from his crotch, the material is stretched that much thinner as a result, and the waistband at the front reaches barely any higher than where his penis joins his abdomen... Of course, having an erection too, it was difficult not to look dumb, stupid and totally out of place in the panties. Anyone looking, particularly Suzanne's camera could tell I was still clearly an aroused little boy under the panties...

Being covered was a relief, but it was still very, very embarrassing... tingly and feeling naughty.

"Hmmm, you look good in them Phillipa," Emma announced coming over to stand in front of me and looking me up and down... "The right colour for a boy like you... pink would have been a little too much just now." Her voice was friendly and she looked sincere when she spoke to me, not like she was deliberately trying to put me down all the time or otherwise be nasty to me. I wanted to be her friend so badly now... She had stood up for me earlier and that made me want to be her boyfriend too. Even if I had to obey her... She was my Star Wars girl... my first crush.

"The other thing you agreed to do when Caroline was giving you your treat was to learn a song and sing it for us..." Emma continued, smiling at my confused face. "Even if you hadn't agreed to it, boys joining as new members all have to learn a song and perform it for us... Over time, we expect boys to learn their own dance routine as part of their performance too..."

"But... how will I know how to sing it?" I asked nervously. "I don't think I can make up a tune of my own..."

"Oh don't worry, they're always a song in the music charts that everybody knows... But in your case... well, you're a very different boy... In a way, you kind of selected what song to sing all by yourself at choir practice last Sunday... can you guess which one?"

"Oh god..." I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest as I recalled my spanking from Miss Bingley, choir mistress and Sunday School teacher. "You mean... you want me to sing Chattanooga Choo Choo, while wearing these panties?" Well, that could have been worse couldn't it? I knew I could sing that... it was a good song that I had heard lots of times and knew the tune by heart. This was going to be easy...

"Well kind of..." Emma grinned knowingly as she saw my confidence return... an overconfidence too it turned out. There was always a 'but' with these girls... "All boys learn a song that WE write for them... the words are different from the song in the charts, but the tune that they know is the same one... That way, they know how to sing the song we've written for them... When commanded, the boy has to sing his song whenever and wherever a girl chooses... But don't worry... we're really careful about where a boy is asked to perform and in front of who..."

Emma saw me pondering what she had just told me, maybe even hearing the little confused cogs processing the detail.

"But... what are the words?" I asked, shifting uneasily from foot to foot...

"Oh, they're here, in my pocket..." she smiled warmly, girlishly prepared for every occasion. She placed her hand inside the pocket of her denim dungarees and pulled out a neatly folded sheet of A4 sized paper. Opening it out, she handed it to me so I could see...

If I had ever blushed before, I was about to break my own record for the number of shades of pink, purple, red and scarlet on my face. My cheeks burned and a lump came to my throat. This was like the feeling I got the very first time I had to strip naked in front of the girls' Club... What I read, was shocking... My tummy fluttered manically... I swallowed hard and found my mouth dry... My genitals tingled, the erection holding firm... rudely bulging out the front of my girl-panties and telling everyone what a naughty boy I was... and how secretly thrilling it all was. But my penis couldn't read... If it saw the words I had to learn and sing... it would probably have dropped off, or turned itself inside out to make me a 'real girl.'

"Oh god! Emma... I mean Miss Emma," I bumbled. "I... I c-can't sing that... that's too embarrassing..."

"Of course you can sing it Phillipa..." she said brightly, planting her hand on my shoulder as moral support. "I know you can sing, really well for a boy actually... But you'll have to make up your own dance moves once you get the hang of it... Maybe some of your hula-hoop moves that you did for Alison earlier... I'm sure you'll get the hang of it, the more you practice..."

"But it's silly... the words... they're embarrassing... I can't Miss Emma, please..." I whimpered. I really didn't want to let Emma down, but this was going to be a horrible ordeal.

"Phillipa... You did promise to do anything remember... And it's the least you can do after telling all the girls at Sunday School that you want to see their vaginas... When really, you meant their vulvas... didn't you? You big silly!" She giggled playfully at me. "I don't want to see you get spanked by Lizzie... you know what that feels like already... only worse... Are you going to obey us Phillipa?"

Suddenly, Emma, the girl of my dreams upped the stakes... the prospect of a bare naked 'willy spanking' was now on the table too... I couldn't face that... so I had no choice but to agree to learn the song... a song that would become 'Phillipa's Song...'

"Y-yes Miss Emma... I'll obey you..." I replied, looking pleadingly into her eyes. She winked at me again...

"I knew you'd be a good sport... I know it'll take you a few times to get the words right, so read off the sheet for now... Come on... let's see your debut performance..."

"Yes, come on Phillipa," Caroline announced from her 'throne.' "We've been waiting for you to do this since Sunday..." She confirmed to me again that the girls had intended to trap me all along... snare me into their web of young feminism... to capture me as their nudie slave boy.

I swallowed hard and readied myself to begin... Stood there in my girlish panties in front of seven fully clothed girls, I held the paper up in front of me and imagined the Glenn Miller band striking up, counting myself in as the colour drained from my face... This was going to be embarrassing...

And so, to the tune of Chattanooga Choo Choo, these are the words I sang that first time... Feel free to blush and sing it along with me...

Pardon me, miss...
But I'm a horny little boy toy...
Slave of the girls,
Please let me give you a twirl...

Can you afford,
To miss the naked little slave boy?
I've got no hair...
Around my privates down there...

I, like, it, when the girls of Langton Magna make me strip bare,
And then make me jump around, without a care....
Nothing looks more silly,
Than my little willy...
Waggling and jiggling there, in front of me...

When boys hear a girl command them, they will obey,
So I'll do absolutely any thing that they say...
Nudie naughty slave boy,
Forever the girls' play toy,
Yeah, girls are better than any boy...

There's gonna be,
A lovely party in the Girls' Club,
Knickers and tights,
My new world of delights...
I'm gonna blush,
Until the girls decide to let me go...
Playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home...
Girls playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home...

--
The girls were giggling and holding their hands to cover their mouths as they watched me do it... watched me debase myself... I don't think even they expected me to actually sing it...

Can you imagine how embarrassing it was? It would have been bad enough to just say the words as a poem... But to sing it out loud in front of a hut full of smirking, giggling girls... My voice, pre-pubescent and virtually pure... There was no way a church would allow me into their choir if I sung words like that... Well, looking back on it all now, some churches would <grin>...

The words were so simple and humiliating for any boy to sing in front of girls... Straight away, I felt as though I had betrayed all the boys around the world again... my whole gender, sneering at me as a traitor... Worse still, I could already imagine what some of the dance moves that the girls would want me to add could look like... even on that first pass... There was a twirl... there were my hairless privates to reveal... letting my penis waggle around in front of me... God, the shame would never end... It was degrading... emasculating...

It would have been better if I was a proper girl member... instead of what I was.

"That was a really good effort Phillipa," Emma smiled warmly at me, somehow genuinely pleased for me. "A lot of boys are scared to sing the first time, and they end up just saying the words and start crying... But you were a star... Come on girls, let's give Phillipa a cheer..."

At that, all seven girls cheered and clapped and giggled, depending on how they judged my performance. I didn't know where to look... the sudden focus of attention was on me even more... Embarrassment at a different end of the spectrum. I wasn't used to being clapped and cheered for being 'good.' Emma cheered and clapped the loudest... she was still my favourite.

"Yes, good job Phillipa," Caroline agreed. "It's one of our best songs so far... it's quite catchy for an old record. It'll be so much fun when we sing the real Choo Choo song at Miss Bingley's choir practice, now we've seen you sing those words! You know we're all going to look and giggle at you when you sing that line about your silly willy! That'll teach you to be vulgar in front of girls again!! Anyway, I think we should see another performance, but first, you need a little preparation..."

"What do you mean Miss Caroline?"

"Earlier, when you decided to let Alison be the one to pull your underpants down, Elizabeth missed out... so it's only fair that she be the first to pull your panties down... With your panties down, it will add to the effect of your performance when you sing certain parts, hmmmm?"

Oh god... when would this end?

I held still, feeling quite stupid in my panties as a grinning Elizabeth came up to me and without saying a word, put her hands into each side of the waistband of my panties and tugged them down to my knees...

"Half mast... looks cute," Elizabeth snickered. "Your panties I mean... I see your worm is still hard though... definitely not half mast there!" After taking a good look at me, she walked away from me and back to her position in the group. I heard the shutter click on the camera, Suzanne was a proper documenter of my shame.

"Okay... sing it loud and proud Phillipa... nice smile... and see if you can try some dance moves..." Caroline instructed. "Include some jumping... girls always like to see boys jumping... especially when they're naked... which I'm sure you'll figure out why... Begin..."

And so dear readers, I began to sing the song again... It wasn't any less embarrassing the second time, I can assure you.

"Pardon me, miss..." I began...
"But I'm a horny little boy toy...
Slave of the girls,
Please let me give you a twirl..."

At that, with my girl's knickers down at my knees, I twirled on the spot as best I could, mindful of losing my balance and ending up flat on my arse. I say a 'twirl,' because of the garment around my knees, it was more of a shuffle, but the audience knew what my encumbered intent was, and they clapped and giggled with approval.

"Can you afford,
To miss the naked little slave boy?
I've got no hair...
Around my privates down there..."

When I sung those words, I daintily bent my knees slightly and pointed both forefingers towards my bare naked boy crotch... hairless and pre-pubescent, the badges of my shame... It was a move I had picked up from watching old black and white movies and seeing how some of the actresses in the 1930s and 40s seemed to act. It was quite brave of me actually, and it made me feel like a sissy when I did it... But again, the girls seemed to approve of my shameful routine as it continued.

"I, like, it, when the girls of Langton Magna make me strip bare,
And then make me jump around, without a care....
Nothing looks more silly,
Than my little willy...
Waggling and jiggling there, in front of me..."

As you can imagine, when I sung the words 'strip bare,' I shucked the panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them while the girls whistled and cheered. Of course, the next couple of lines made me realise why girls like to see naked boys jumping up and down... They giggled and laughed openly at my penis as I jumped up and down on the spot, and twirled in time to the beat of my singing. Yes, it waggled, and jiggled there, right out in front of me, saluting the victorious looking girls.

"When boys hear a girl command them, they will obey,
So I'll do absolutely any thing that they say...
Nudie naughty slave boy,
Forever the girls' play toy,
Yeah, girls are better than any boy..."

In the short time between my two performances so far, I hadn't had chance to think much about what moves I could include for this part of the song, so what I did was totally improvised... I made about four or five gyrations of my hips (hula hooping style) in time with the first two lines of that section. Then I quickly turned round to show my bottom to the girls and pretended to spank myself when I sang the words 'nudie naughty slave boy.' When I turned back round to face the girls and finish that section, I kneeled down on the floor and put my hands on my head.

I could hear the girls clapping in time with my performance and obviously there were excited giggles and catcalls. But I briefly looked at Emma and she seemed genuinely pleased at what I was doing. She even gave me a sly 'thumbs up.'

"There's gonna be,
A lovely party in the Girls' Club,
Knickers and tights,
My new world of delights...
I'm gonna blush,
Until the girls decide to let me go...
Playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home...
Girls playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home..."

Again, I hadn't had chance to think about any further moves for the remainder of the song, so I remained kneeling on the floor in homage to the seven fully clothed girls watching my humiliating performance. At the mention of 'knickers and tights,' I retrieved the lacy blue panties I had previously discarded and twirled them round with my finger before letting them fly off randomly... that made the younger girls watching me holler with hysterical approval.

I blushed scarlet as the adrenalin that got me through that second performance subsided and 'reality' struck home again about just how emasculating and debasing my performance had been for a boy to perform like that. The girls collectively clapped and cheered. I stood up again and returned to my cushion, in my 'welcome' position.

"Wonderful Phillipa," Caroline said excitedly, commenting on my performance. "What a fabulous effort that was girls... hmmm? So beautifully sung too. There's obviously some work you can do to make more moves to fit the song, but that was a great thing to watch, well done Phillipa..."

"Th-thank you Miss Caroline," I replied coyly as the whooping and giggling began to subside.

"And good nudie slave boys in our Club are always rewarded... would you like another treat?"

"A t-treat? Yes please," I replied brightly, wondering what it could be. Hopefully another chance to feel good. My embarrassing song performance not withstanding, I was quite excited and tingly again. My little hairless erection told me such.

"Good... kneel down on your cushion then, like a good nudie slave boy... You may 'sit...' It's Alison an Elizabeth's turn again now..."

With a gulp of trepidation at the prospect of Elizabeth getting another turn, I prayed that it wasn't going to involve a spanking. I hastily complied with Caroline's instruction though to reduce the risk of spanking being part of the agenda. I knelt down on my cushion, knees apart, ankles locked behind me and my hands on my head. I was now 'sitting' as per the girl's expectations and command.

Anxious and ignorant of what to expect, I watched as Elizabeth was handed the 'massage' device that Caroline had used on me earlier and both her and her twin sister Alison positioned themselves either side of me. Elizabeth didn't say a word to me, instead, reaching out to rub her fingers over the still pink mark left by the spank she had previously 'given' me on my penis with the ruler.

Bzzzzz... Elizabeth turned the device on and moved around to start applying the vibrating dome to my body... My body tensed instinctively, not only from the anticipated 'dreamy' contact of the massage device with my skin, but the apprehension that it was 'Daffy,' or 'Elizabeth The Mean' who was about to apply it to me.

"Oohhhgghh..." I gasped sharply as the younger girl finally made the device touch my skin... right on my back, between my shoulder blades. It didn't hurt, it was just different. My previous 'treat' had been applied only to my front when I was lying on my back in 'play time' position... Elizabeth had started on my back... My shoulders jiggled and the bones tingled to get accustomed to the feeling as the device began to caress me. She guided the gently vibrating and tingling 'toy' up and down my back, taking time to rub the dome from side to side, in circles and various soothing zigzag movements. It was quite pleasant, and my body began to relax a little.

"Down on all fours for me Phillipa," Elizabeth commanded confidently. "There's a good boy..." Resting on my cushion, I obeyed her, my hands and knees comfortable on the soft cushion beneath me. "Knees wider apart... that-th it," she instructed, guiding my knees apart. "Show me your bum too... that-th it..." Her words made me blush at the thought that she was now looking right between my buttocks... right at the timid hole of my bum... and then lower, between my thighs, the crinkly little sack of my balls... maybe she could see my erection from there too...

"Ohhhh..." I gasped again as Elizabeth applied the device to my back once more... running it up and down over my back... up and down my tingling spine.

"Hmmm... this is how I groom our ponies back home..." she giggled, allowing the device to trace over my buttocks and back onto my back. "The male ponies eth-pecially like it when I groom them... It-th fun to watch how eck-thited a pony get-th... down here..." With that, the buzz of the device and it's vibrations sneaked right down into the crease of my bottom, over my balls and almost onto the base of my penis...

"Aggghhhh.... Nnngghhhh!" I whimpered at the tingling sensation she caused me with the 'massager.' I clenched my buttocks timidly and my whole tummy tensed and relaxed repeatedly, unsure of the sensation. It was humiliating, the way she spoke to me... Resting the dome of the 'toy' right between my buttocks, vibrating as close as it could to my anus, Elizabeth reached out with her free hand and from behind, she gripped the hairless shaft of my penis, like a milk-maid might grip a cow's udder...

"Hmmm... ha-ha..." she giggled, gripping my penis and gently squeezing my stiffness a couple of times. God it tingled. "If only you could shoot boy milk... I'd milk you like a cow, ju-th like thi-th..." <squeeze.... squeeze... squeeze> To emphasise her action, she tugged downward as she squeezed. The sensation was dreamy, but very embarrassing.

"Mmmm... Ohhhhh..." I sighed, pushing my bottom back at her and the device as it tingled against my puckered little starfish.

"But inth-tead, <squeeze... squeeze>, you're my little pony boy... My naughty <squeeze>, nudie <squeeze>, pony <squeeze>, th-lave boy <squeeze> ha-ha..." She removed her hand from my penis as she giggled and let the vibrating dome of the 'massage' device sneak lower down over the backs of my knees, and legs before moving it all the way back up along my body to caress my back once more...

"Oohhhhhh... Mmmmm..." I panted, my body gyrating on all fours as I tried to ride the sensations. Bzzzzzzzz....

"Make a th-ound like a pony Phillipa... Neigh like an ex-thited little pony boy having fun..." Elizabeth teased. Ashamed at the childish noise I made when I obeyed her and 'neighed' like an excited young horse, I was desperate not to earn a spanking... Elizabeth, as much as she liked spanking boys in her own way, the cruelty she was capable of was a very positive deterrent.

"Neeeiiighhhh..." I sounded, almost a squeal. The other girls watching giggled and put their hands over their mouths in disbelief. I was doing everything the girls asked... just because they were girls.

"And pant like a pony too..." she giggled, never letting the device wander from my body as it caressed and vibrated wherever she chose to sooth and tease.

"Pfffffffftttt..." I snorted, letting the air trumpet out from between my lips like a horse... My face turned crimson as all the girls laughed more loudly.

"What a good little pony boy you are..." Elizabeth said, a dismissive, superior tone in her voice that told me clearly she had enjoyed my embarrassment. "We can play ponie-th again another time... But now it-th Ali-thon'th turn..." Bzzzzzzzz... the 'massager' left my body as she handed the device to her prettier twin sister...

"Okay, 'sit' back up like you were before Phillipa..." Alison instructed, assisting me back upright and into the desired position. It felt as though she were impatient.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz... Alison wasted no time in turning up the dial on the side of the device, making the sound it made all the more audible and threatening. From the moment she pressed the vibrating dome right onto my left nipple, it was clear that she was going to be focussing on my front again...

"MMmmmmmm..." I gasped as I felt my nipple tingle... then the other as the device was moved from side to side over my chest... My erection was proud and still fully stiff, thanks to the powers of the drink, and my pre-teen arousal. Alison was a girl who had obviously made use of this device before... allowing it to course up and down my torso, like Caroline had done earlier, circling my navel, kissing the device onto it, around it and all over my tummy.

There was a lot less teasing this time... Alison guided the 'toy' over my hips and onto my inner thighs, working up again hastily to nestle underneath my scrotum. Bzzzzzz... It was as though my ball sack was being pushed up into my body from underneath by the vibrating dome under the girl's expert control. My balls jangled and tingled so badly and it was all I could do to stop myself from trying to squirm away as Alison giggled at my reaction...

"OOooohhhhhh... Nooooo! Oh that tickles... Please... not so hard there... Mmmmmm..." I gasped and whimpered, my hips moving around to escape the inescapable. It was addictive, but also very sensitive and needed careful sensation management.

"What about here?" Alison teased, moving the vibrating dome swiftly to radiate along the modest length of my hairless erection... Briefly, she would tantalisingly let it rest and vibrate on the top side of my glans... a different sensation to what Caroline had given me... I was becoming lost in the sensations of sexual excitement and prospective release...

"MMmmmmmm... Oh Miss Alison... that feels... ooohhhh..." I sighed as Alison continued to apply the device to various parts of my boyish sex to learn about me and the reactions of my body that she could force me to show her. I licked my lips subconsciously as my mind began to fog. I was hers to play with and I didn't care... I just wanted to cum...

"You want to have a nice big boy-cum in your willy, don't you Phillipa?" Alison asked, her voice more soothing and sultry. Obviously she was teasing me and practicing her power, putting words in my mouth.

"Mmmmm... uh-huh... Miss Alison... I want to... <gasp> feel good... a boy-cum... yes..."

"Then beg me to let you cum like a little boy in front of all the girls..." she smirked at me, wanting to make sure I got nothing for 'free.'

"Mmmmmgghgghh... Ohhh... Miss Alison... please <pant> let me cum... <gasp> Mmmmm, like a little boy..." I replied obediently. "In f-f-front of <gasp> the girls..." I knew it wouldn't take long to get me to feel good with the teasing that was going on and the direct application of the vibrating dome all over my penis and testicles like Alison was doing.

"Okay... I told you I would make you feel good if you picked me," Alison said, leaning down to kiss me on the mouth... As she pressed her mouth to mine and began to kiss me, she moved the vibrating dome of the 'toy' along the shaft of my erection... Soon it was resting and vibrating right on the top side of my glans... I could feel it starting and I moved to break off the kiss... In order to surrender, I needed to breath...

"Ohhh god... it's happening," I sighed wearily. Free of the kiss, Alison used the fingers of her free hand to tickle over the furrowed skin of my scrotum and rake her nails gently along the underside of my penis... I began to lose it... "I'm gonna..." Bzzzzzzzz....

"Let it all out Phillipa... show the girls again what it's like when you have a cum... When a girl makes your little winky get all tingly... and you can't stop... Do it Phillipa!" BzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzz...

"Mmmmmgghh... ohhhhhhhh.... ohhhhh... oh! God! It's..." I panted as my hips began to thrust and then shake violently beyond my control... "Cumming... Ohhhhh..." The spasms started to rage through my tiring glans... shooting rays of pure gold sensation through my loins... my body craving rest. But instead, it was experiencing a powerful dry-orgasm... I was displaying another orgasm in front of the girls. Alison turned off the device and she left my body alone to climax, kneeling up on my cushion... I surrendered to my most basic sexual needs as an excited, but totally humiliated young boy.

"Boys <gasp> are weaker... than girls!" I called out breathlessly as the spasms of my climax began to tail off... the tingling electricity of orgasm had peaked and I was now cresting over the other side... needing to rest... My limbs ached... my cock needed a rest... it ached too. "Ohhhhhh... Mmmmm... Mmmmm..."

As my senses began to clear and my heart rate return to some semblance of normality, I was aware of the whispering and giggling going on between the girls in the hut as they watched me slowly come down from my latest sexual high. Surely they were done with me for the day. I felt so tired. The stiffness in my sex seemed never ending. I had succumbed to several powerful dry orgasms... aching limbs and the continuous energy exerted from almost non-stop blushing at my embarrassing capitulation to young female domination. In the hangover of my latest orgasm, I felt like a disgrace to my gender... Still stiff, still tingling and still fully naked and obeying a room full of girls as I kneeled up on my cushion like that...

"Mmmmm, you liked that Phillipa," Alison teased me. "A nice, dry little boy-cum... I like to see boys have their orgasm... wet or dry... But you, you look so cute when you have that feeling... so helpless and dreamy... A girl making you feel all nice and tingly in there to let you briefly forget it's nothing more than a dumb, wormy little boy penis... sticking out like a... a little cocktail sausage!" The girls giggled... just when I thought Alison was being nice to me.

"So what do you say to Alison and Elizabeth for giving you your treat?" Caroline grinned, having enjoyed my latest 'show.'

"Th-thank you Miss Elizabeth," I blushed scarlet as I felt obliged to look into their eyes. "And thank you Miss Alison, for my treat..." Finally, I found that my penis was starting to deflate from such a long period of full erection. It was some mild relief that I was only now semi-hard and becoming more flaccid all the time.

"You're such a lucky girl Phillipa," Caroline said brightly. "A junior boy member getting two treats in one day... It really shows how impressed we are with you... It's wonderful to have a junior member with us again who so freely obeys and understands which the superior sex is... While also quickly understanding the weaknesses and imperfections of his own... I think you're really learning now that having girls make all the decisions and being in charge doesn't have to be scary, or anything to be ashamed of. We've proven today that both girls and boys can get along and have fun... All boys have to do, is obey... and they will be rewarded..."

To me, it sounded like treating boys like little puppy dogs. Teaching them to obey and not mess up the house, and they would be exercised and treated... Was that all there was to life as a submissive, weakling boy like I now was?

"Okay Phillipa... cushion to the middle of the floor and get yourself back into 'play time' position..." Caroline instructed...

"Awwww... can't I go now?" I complained. "Surely you've had your fun with me for the day... I really need to rest... I ache, everywhere... I don't want to be late home for tea... don't you have... GIRL stuff to talk about?"

"Nope... not yet, the day is still young for us girls... And remember your song Phillipa... girls playing with your willy, until they let you go home..." the older girl chided me sarcastically. "Now get to it... it won't take long and then we'll let you go. You never know, you might like this test..."

"Test?" I sighed, starting to move my cushion and myself to the indicated position.

"Uh-huh," Emma giggled. "Lot's more treats yet, Fly Boy..." Her words made my ears prick up, along with the hairs on the back of my neck... she winked at me.

Soon, I was lying on my back on top of the cushion, complete in my 'play time' position again, naked and exposed and vulnerable to whatever 'test' the girls had planned. My once again flaccid penis resting lamely over the front of my little scrotum, wouldn't stay flaccid for very long.

"Okay girls... like we agreed, hold him still..." Caroline commanded, and in lightning fashion, there was a girl firmly holding down each one of my limbs to the floor... I was confused about having to be held down.

"Hey, what's going on?" I panicked and tried to wriggle free. I didn't like the sound of this, or the feeling of being held to the floor by the girls. Naked or not, I wanted to run... "Hey stop it! Let me go!"

Natasha held both of my ankles firm and still to the floor, stopping me from wriggling free. The effect of the drink was waning, but my body still ached from it's effects. Although I briefly tried, I was quite tired and didn't have the energy to wrestle free from this lot. I doubt I would have been able too even if I was fresh and full of energy. There were too many of them and I was too vulnerable anyway in my fully denuded state. I was stiffening again between the legs... It was humiliating to see and feel it change through it's various erectile states while girls teased and watched it.

Emma had taken station at my top end and held both my arms above my head, while Alison retrieved a skipping rope from the toy chest. With help from Emma, she easily tied my wrists together...

"Nooo! Stop it... this isn't fair!" I whined, feeling most concerned about what they might have in store. Anita fondled my penis and giggled... she was assessing how erect I was again... "Nngggghhh, stop it! Nooo! Why do you have to tie me? I don't like it... STOP... stop it!"

But the girls ignored my protests. Elizabeth was grinning as she handed Natasha another skipping rope and as my already weakened struggles began to fade, both of them secured my ankles together... I was still in 'play time' position... but now I couldn't get out of it until the girls let me go...

Out of everything I had so far suffered, I never felt so powerless or weak or vulnerable as I felt then. As defenceless as I was, I realised that the girls had me in a position that meant they could do absolutely anything to me, and any choice in the matter I had about doing all the things that had gone before, were now taken away. The girls were REALLY in charge this time...

"Noooo! Let me go... PLEASE!"

"Not yet... it's my turn again now Phillip..." Caroline announced menacingly. "Like I told you, it's in your song. Girls will be playing with your willy, until they let you go home... This may feel a little uncomfortable at times... Boys always feel uncomfortable when we do this to them... This is another test to prove to you that boys are the weaker sex okay?" And with that, she took hold of the 'massage' device and pushed the button to turn it on...

BzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ! She turned it to full power. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... She applied it gently to my navel right away, making my tummy bulge out and recede as it acclimatised to the sensation...

"Ohhhh no... Not again..." I whimpered, "I don't think I can take another one... not with that... please don't! It hurts and aches all over... I want... Ohhhh. I want to go home!"

"Shush Phillipa, and listen... Depending on how you interpret the human biology books in the village library, and our very own 'Big Book of Boy Secrets...' males and females have very different levels of sexual excitement and performance... As we know, girls are naturally superior, and one of the best things about being a girl is that we can climax as many times as we like... as often as we like... Boys like you... you know, horny little dry-cummers can also climax lots of times... but because erections take so much energy from you, boys can't last as long as girls..."

I started blushing as Caroline pointed out further inferiorities relating to my masculinity, particularly where sex and genitals were concerned. That's when being submissive to girls really felt most humiliating. It was like, I was inferior just because I had a penis. If I had been born with female genitals, somehow that would make me a winner, or a super-person. I know now that's not always how it is, but that's what my boyish mind felt then.

"And when boys hit puberty, like we discussed yesterday, it's even worse for boys. Once they start shooting their gunk, that takes even more energy and increases the time it takes for him to recover and feel horny again. In the mot basic sense that Mother Nature designed, a boy's sexual arousal is all about firing off your sticky boy-milk... as quickly as possible. And once boys have climaxed, they can't go again until they've recovered..."

"Girls meanwhile can just enjoy climax after climax..." Caroline grinned with a look of superiority, teasing my navel with the device. "But because you're still a dry cummer, we're going see how often we can make you have an orgasm in the time we have left..."

"Or until the batteries run out!" Suzanne giggled.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Caroline moved the device to press down on one of my nipples. I gasped with fear as the full power of the vibrating dome was felt there for the first time. It was intimidating just how powerful the vibrations were at full speed. There was like a 'stinging' sensation masked by the tingly pleasure that the vibrations caused.

"Ohhhh god! Nooo... please Miss Caroline... I can't... Let me go... Stop it!" I gabbled, feeling the tingles radiating through the little immature teat of my nipple and the surrounding areola. Caroline just giggled at me.

"The other good thing about being a girl is how we can have what the book calls a 'multiple orgasm...' What that means is we can have one climax right after another without having to stop... We can make it happen with a device like this, just keeping it pressed into the special place that tingles the most..." Caroline informed me, running the vibrating dome over my tummy and chest. "And so this test, is to see if we can give you a multiple orgasm... Even though you're a boy, the book says it's possible for a male to have a series of orgasms all in a row, but generally its uncomfortable for him because of how sensitive his little willy gets. A boy cannot keep wanking himself once his climax has started because it's too sensitive and feels a little painful. But that doesn't mean girls can't keep wanking you off right through your orgasm into the next one. Or using a device like this on you... through orgasm... after orgasm..."

"Noooo! Don't... I don't want you to... please Miss Caroline... Stop it!" I whimpered, squirming powerlessly against the skipping ropes secured my wrists and ankles, along with the girls holding me down to the floor to restrict my movement. What Caroline said actually sounded quite horrible. My erection was telling me otherwise though... but it would soon find out.

"Awww Phillipa, we can't stop now... We can make a nice new entry on your chart if you get to have a multiple orgasm like a girl... All you have to do is lie there nice and still and let me do it to you... We're going to see how many nice boy-cums we can give you, one after the other without a break until we're done... or until you cry..."

The girls giggled mercilessly as Caroline wasted no time in skinning back my foreskin and holding the hairless shaft just below the glans... With the device in her other hand, she brought it quickly to the top of my glans, the full power of it's vibrations unleashed on the tip of my cock for the first time. It pressed and juddered all over the tip, the tiny little pee-hole and top side of my glans.

"ARRRRRGGGGgggggghhhh...." I called out, the tingling torture beginning to resonate through my loins. "Noooo! That's too tingly STOP IT! STOP IT!! Please..."

"Watch girls... it's a little reminder that boys can't take full power like we can..." Caroline said gleefully, pressing the device into the crown of my cock... "They're not just empty words Phillipa... boys really are the weaker sex... you're going to start understanding why, any... minute... now..."

With a girl still holding me to the floor at my ankles and wrists, my little immature body soon began to surrender to the call of sexual climax. Caroline kept a firm grip of my penis with her hand as my climax began to unfold... and she wasn't going to let go, or let the device leave the top side or underside or extremity of my cock with the vibrating dome either... I was about to start a very long, powerful lesson in the sexual weakness of the human male.

"Nnnnngghhh Nooooo!!! STOP!! Ohhhhh... ohhhhh... Mmmmmm oooohhh god! Noooooo!" I called out as my body started to judder with another climax enforced on me by the girls. "Ohhhhh... ohhhh... ohhhh!" my orgasm spasmed as the buzzing vibrations of the 'toy' prevented the orgasm from receding... "Boys are <gasp> weaker than girls... ooohhhh... ohhh!" I writhed as best I could, but Caroline held the device firm, like she did the shaft of my erection underneath it...

"Good boy for admitting that..." Caroline smiled at me in my distress. "It won't be long before you mean it when you say it... and you'll be saying it again REAL soon..."

That's when things started to get serious... the tingling and pleasurable sensations of climax were overcome by 'super-sensitivity' - kind of like 'brain freeze' when you eat something cold too quickly, but feeling it in your cock. It made the muscles in my knees and tummy cramp as I panted for air... Caroline's hand never leaving my cock, and the device still pressed onto my glans in various places, never leaving me either.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz....

"Nooooooo! PLEASE STOP! Stop it... I can't..." I whimpered, my face flushing with strain. "Please, make it stop..."

"No Phillipa, it's still my turn..." Caroline teased me... The good news for me was that I had just about been able to ride the cramps in my knees and tummy and the sensitivity had reached a peak and slightly receded. I could tell I had strained my muscles and I was convinced that my eyeballs had gone round and round in my head. There was no way I could stop myself from keeping them closed.

"Nnnngghh... Mmmmm... noooo!" I whined. "Stop... please!"

"Now girls, this is his chance to prove that boys can be as good as girls... But like we've seen in the Big Book of Boy Secrets, and with other boys, there's more chance of him crying than ever proving he can do what we can... It's just more proof for him why girls are better..." Caroline teased, even squeezing the shaft of my penis.

"Noooo! Stop... please... I want to go home..." I was calling out randomly, lost in the fog of abuse that I was suffering. My genitals felt jangled and desensitised. But I could feel another climax not far away.

"We do this all the time when we're together Phillipa... we get to use this 'toy...' Well, we have a couple actually. When it's only girls here, or when full members borrow one to play with at home, we keep it pressed right on the little bumpy spot of our fanny... Right on our clitty... and although you have no idea what all of that looks like... I did show you earlier what it feels like for a girl and where your boy clitty is... Let's have another go there, right now..." With that, she moved the vibrating dome, full power remember, right onto the underside of my glans... jangling the sore and red looking frenulum that attached my foreskin to my shaft.

"Agggghhhh... Nooooo! Please stop it..." I whimpered, curling my toes as the buzzing vibrations stunned me again.

"Girls can keep this pressed on their clitty for orgasm after orgasm... Okay, I'll be honest, it's a challenge... but girls can do it... Boys on the other hand... it's not long before it starts to hurt a boy... and they go all sissy and start whining like a puppy, or crying like a baby..."

Given how Caroline was gripping my little erection and where she was pressing the vibrating device onto my genitals at that point, coupled with the emasculating narration she was giving, I quickly fell into the trap of another orgasm... I gasped and panted like a wounded animal as my hips began to tremor and jerk around, making my bottom squirm around on my cushion. My bondage, and supervision by the girls still prevented my escape. I had to endure... I couldn't stop it.

"Mmmmmnngghh... boys are weaker <gasp> Nnnnnnnghhh... than girls..." I quickly cried out, squealing with the tingling thrilling spasms of another enforced dry-cum... My mind was clouded by sexual arousal being 'dry-milked' from me by the girls and their toy. I really did feel like a member of the weaker sex, powerless to stop girls from humiliating me, and abusing me in that way. It was bittersweet, the tingly feelings of arousal and climax, mixed with the super-sensitivity that caused my body pain as the muscles strained to try and ride it out and find 'normality.' I felt ashamed to be a boy.

"Awww... you're such a brave boy for helping us to prove it..." Caroline snickered, accompanied by the ever present camera lens pointing at me, courtesy of Suzanne, and the other girls giggling and whispering secret comments about me between themselves.

"Please, make it stop... I'm begging you... it hurts..." I cried out, my hips still thrusting up off the cushion subconsciously and my muscles cramping from the super-sensitivity I felt.

BzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz... the toy continued, moved all round the first inch or so of my penis by the gleeful older girl, Caroline The Hutt.

"No Phillipa, it's still my turn... Emma, take off one of your trainers..." Caroline giggled. Emma quickly took off her left training shoe and went to pass it to the older girl... "No Em... you get ready to hold it over his nose and make him smell inside... Work on his little balls too..."

Emma moved position and encircled my wrinkly little scrotum with her dainty, girlish hand... Licking her lips, she began to squeeze my ball bag gently, over and over...

"A little extra stimulation for you Phillipa, to give you a helping hand..." Caroline smirked. She continued to hold the shaft of my erection with one hand and keep the rubbery dome of the vibrating device placed purposefully on the top side of my glans. BZZZZZ... BzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzz... "Now, make him smell your shoe!"

Continuing to squeeze my sensitive little testicles in my ball bag, Emma positioned the foot hole of her trainer right over my nose, and waited for me to breath. I had held my breath for a few seconds to help me ride the vibrations attacking my private parts and stop myself doing damage to my own body. And then Emma pressed the foot hole of her shoe right down onto my nose and mouth. I had no choice but to breath... and breath hard... My body was in turmoil.

"Mmmmmm.... Mmmmm, ohhhhhh god..." I whimpered as I inhaled the sweet, moist and warm scent of Emma's training shoe... the smell of her natural female perspiration on the inside of her training shoe. Such a naughty, intimate smell that should have repulsed me, or terrified me. But instead it excited me... especially with her gently squeezing my balls at the same time, and with what Caroline was doing to me. It was sexually thrilling, but so very humiliating at the same time with what it represented.

'Oh god...' I thought in surrender... 'what's happening to me... why can't I stop it? Why does it feel so... ohhhh, so good... why?'

"Good boy, take a big long sniff... nudie Jedi-boy..." Emma teased me, making it sound like she was praising me as I continued to breath in the aroma of her inner shoe.

"But really, you want Emma's foot don't you?" Caroline sneered. "You'd much rather have her actual foot rubbing over your lips... all over your nose... or maybe down there... touching your little ball bag with her toes instead... hmmm?" With that, I imagined Emma rubbing her bare foot and toes over my private parts. I couldn't help but be excited by the thought. There were too many sexually exciting contact points in touch with my body that I couldn't resist. Emma briefly tickled her fingernails over my little ball sac... then gently returned to squeezing the immature marbles inside...

"Ohhhh gosh... Y-yes... please let me smell Emma's foot..." I panted and squirmed as best I could on the cushion. The other girls giggled at my shameful admission and my ongoing debasement.

Emma let go of my scrotum and took the training shoe away from my face. I heard her remove her sock and time began to slow down for me... Yes, I obediently smelled Emma's foot when it was rubbed over my face and nose... the warmth of her foot and the scent of fresh, girlish perspiration excited me... A sensation I have never forgotten to this day... As Caroline continued her buzzing treatment all over my little hairless erection, the animal instinct within me kicked in, and I actually licked Emma's foot without being prompted... I tasted her... Somehow, I wanted to.

Finally, I felt her foot pass over my bald, pre-pubescent crotch and touch my scrotum... Her sole pressed into me, pushing my balls tight to my body, then her toes wriggled over the furrowed skin encasing the little marbles inside. At that, I lost it again... another 'little boy's' dry climax... I was panting and writhing as my hips began their now familiar uncontrollable dance as I was buzzed back to orgasm by Caroline's toy, her hand, and Emma's foot.

"Ohhh... oooohhhh... ohhhh! <pant> Ngggghhhh.... boys are weaker than <gasp> girls... Ohhhh, ohhh... ohhh!" I grizzled through gritted teeth. The tingly spasms felt a little slower than during previous climaxes that day, as though my cock really wanted to rest. But I couldn't stop what the girls were doing to me, they were testing my sexual limits... My glans pulsed and was angry purple and red, like a painful bruise. The nice feelings of orgasmic spasm were quickly replaced by the warm, searing achy pain of super-sensitivity spreading out all through the bulbous tip of my young cock. It was like the tip of my cock was dying, while my tummy cramped and the muscles in my knees tensed and ached too.

"Awww, good boy... so brave of our little stallion boy to admit that... isn't it girls? I think he deserves a kiss..." And still the vibrating device never left my cock... I was really starting to tire, and I thought my cock would actually burst.

"Please stop it... please... I'm begging you..." I breathed in hopeful desperation. I was either going to scream or start crying real soon, or even both. I didn't want any more climaxes after that last one... I didn't want to ever feel a climax again. But the girls were still not done...

"Oh dear, I was hoping that the our boy-stallion would put up a much better fight than this... Alison, lean in and give him a nice, long kiss... Emma, you keep hold of his balls for now..."

Alison kissed me... snogged me hard, giggling against me as she did so... I felt so powerless as I was being subjected to this sexual assault. I was suddenly clumsy at kissing again, in such an aroused state of distress and I tried to focus on my technique without gasping from the torrid treatment my private parts were experiencing... Her young tongue easily suppressed mine and dominated me with her kiss. Meanwhile, unbeknown to me, Natasha, the only girl wearing a summer dress had been signalled to remove her knickers... Obviously, because she was wearing a dress, I would never see anything private of hers unless she purposely showed me...

"Suzanne... you take over holding his dick and juggling his nuts now..." Caroline commanded, Emma's hand replaced by Suzanne's equally eager digits... she gripped my dick and encircled my balls with her warm hand. Thankfully for me, she wasn't squeezing anywhere near as hard as I knew she could, and probably wanted to. "Now Phillipa... I'm so good to you... allowing you to cum all these times in front of the girls, with barely a snog or a kissed foot in return... but here's another treat to help you on your way... smell these..."

Caroline held the crotch of the other girl's knickers right over my nose and over my mouth... she rubbed and pressed them onto my nose and lips... They were still warm... and curiously damp... and the smell... oh my god, the smell... Such naughty, private, intoxicatingly erotic smells... The sweet smell of washing powder on the thin cotton material... and then a totally new smell... the smell of a girl's 'thing...' It flooded my nose... I should have been disgusted... but I wasn't... I wanted more... Whatever pain and humiliation I was feeling right then... I wanted more of that scent...

It's true, I was surprised at how much I learned about Natasha... the girl who owned the knickers from the few moments I was allowed to smell the garment... It became clear that since they had been clean on, she had been for a wee... or more than one... I could smell the pungent stale aroma of a girl's pee on her panties... I was pleased to note that I couldn't sense any other toilet related aromas... though to this day, I'm not sure that even at that moment, I would have cared or been too disgusted... I was in a real lost world...

But what intrigued me the most, was the other smell... where the material was still warm, and damp feeling on my mouth and nose... I had never smelled it before... kind of like some sort of spicy, aromatic beef stock cube, or something... It was new to me... but I knew right away that it was the scent of a girl's private parts... a girl's... 'vulva...' Oh god, it was so naughty, humiliating and erotic... I tried to turn away, but Caroline just held them in place... I couldn't escape the smell... and although my body and bruised penis needed to rest, deep down, I was slowly realising that I didn't want to escape... I just wanted to rest...

"You like that stallion boy huh? The smell of a girl?" Caroline teased. And I lost it again, with the panties covering my face while I gasped and panted and surrendered to another climax... BzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz...

"Ohhhh, ohhh.. ohhhh... ST-op.... stop... please... Ohhh, ohhhh... <gasp> Boys are weaker than girls <pant>..." I grizzled again through the material covering my mouth and nose. The tingly spasms were fewer and slower than ever before... my angry looking penis eager for a rest, like a thirsty animal in a desert needing to find water. giving up my latest dry-cum... The nice feeling disappeared quicker too this time, the burning pain radiating through my cock more thoroughly and my cramps returning to my tummy and knees. "AAAahhhhhh... please stop..."

But the vibrating dome under Caroline's control was still tormenting my cock, hammering my abused and angry young glans... I was trying so hard to bend my body to curl into a protective ball and try to escape the inescapable... But the girls easily had me immobilised by the skipping ropes and holding my tired and tied limbs firmly down to the floor... Crucially, the 'toy' was still firmly 'attached' to my unrelenting little erection.

"Awww, well done slave boy... it gets easier to accept and understand every time you say it... hmmmm?" The older girl finally removed the material of Natasha's panties from my face and handed them back to the older girl...

'Ohhh god... I'm gonna cry soon... I don't want to cry... but I'm gonna cry... please make them stop... The girls are going to win... I wish I was a girl... I don't want a cock... it hurts... it hurts... I want a vulva... girls are best... girls rule... I hate having a willy... It's bad to be a boy...'

"Oh please... Miss Caroline... please, I can't take any more... please make it stop..." I whined as my bottom squirmed on my cushion again, my face flushed with strain and humiliation at the never ending series of orgasms being inflicted on me... "I'll do anything... I admit it, girls are better than boys... <gasp> Nnnnggghhh... we're weaker than girls... I know it now... Ohhhh god... Please stop! Please just make it stop..." I was getting desperate now. I was very close to tears and proving to all the girls and to myself that Caroline was correct about boys, and how sexually weak we were...

"Awww, we're girls Phillipa, and we know all that..." Caroline teased, buzzing my cock with her 'toy,' relentlessly. "And you look so sweet when you admit the truth to yourself like that..." BzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz...

Natasha suddenly knelt down next to me and placed her hand near my face... close to my nose... Enough to enable me to smell it... Then she ran her finger over my pursed lips... her fingertip was kind of slippery... damp... and it smelled like the panties that Caroline had rubbed over my face.

"Open your mouth Phillipa, and taste her finger..." Caroline instructed... BzzzzzZZZZ... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Despite my total inexperience in the secrets of a girl' private anatomy, I knew what the taste was as soon as I parted my lips and let her push her finger into my mouth... Somehow I knew, and I sighed with obvious excitement despite the pain and aches I was feeling through my body... especially my young, boyish genitals.

"That finger has been touching her bare naked girl thing... her vulva Phillipa... Her cunt... Keep sucking... like it's a tasty little cock! What a lucky boy you are to taste that hmmm?" I was shocked at Caroline's language... I had never heard the word 'cunt' before. Although I had never seen one, I certainly knew what one was now... and that awful name for it. Hell, at eleven years of age, the word 'pussy' made me blush when I heard other boys talking about girl in the playground at school. Most of the time, a girl's privates were called her 'fanny' or just simply, a 'girl thing.'

"It went right up inside my hole while I stared at your dumb little weakling willy being treated by the 'massager...'" Natasha giggled. I sucked hard and obediently on her finger, aware of the forbidden taste coating it... the slippery, sweet-salty, beefy taste. Her private secret flavour... addictive... just like the scent was.

"Agghhnnnnngghhh..." I whimpered as I struggled to push her finger out of my mouth... BZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZ... I was cumming yet again... Barely any pleasing tingles to the spasms in my cock this time... Just a burning pain radiating from my tip... my mushroom shaped glans, angry and bruised looking... Beaten into submission. "Boys are weaker..." I panted, then I finally broke out into tears... my resolve broken by seven giggling and excited fully clothed, superior girls... "Boys <sob> are weaker... <sniff> mummy help me... <sob> Boys are weaker than girls..."

I had reached rock bottom. As tears coursed down my crimson cheeks, and my pleas for it all to stop, the vibration suddenly ceased... I cried harder still... I was humiliated beyond belief, and it actually felt like I wanted to pee, such was the relief at the feeling of the device being removed from contact with my cock. All I could hear around me was a cacophony of girlish whispers and victorious giggling...

"Mummy won't help you..." Emma said softly... her voice distant and almost a whisper that I didn't catch... A Force whisper?

"So Phillipa..." Caroline said, putting the device down next to her 'throne.' Oh stop snivelling like a sissy... It can't have been that bad... look how many times you got to feel good in your willy hmmmm?"

"But <sob> I begged you to stop! <sniff> Ohhhh, why d-didn't you stop? It hurts... it hurts..." I whimpered tearfully.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My willy <sniff> It hurts in my wi-willy... I told you to s-stop... Ohhhhh <sob>... Pl-ease... let me g-go! <sniff>" My erection retreated to flaccidity in mere moments, so desperate it was to rest. The tip and the foreskin were red raw, and bruised looking from the assault.

"But didn't it make you feel good too? Your willy was rock hard throughout... you did like it... we all saw it... you liked it didn't you!?"

"Y-yes <sniff>, but it hurts..." I replied, my tears slowly coming back under my control, ashamed to have been crying so hard and making a complete show of myself. I felt it was all my fault and that I had let myself down.

"There you go then Phillipa... nothing to cry about is there? You got to feel good in your willy lots and lots of times... But you've now seen the results here with your very own eyes, and felt it inside your willy too just what happens to a boy if he tries to have a multiple orgasm like a girl... Boys just can't do it... and that proves again just how much better girls are..."

"But... <sniff>"

"Girls are just designed better," Caroline interrupted me before I could question her. The other girls began to untie the skipping ropes and finally set me free. "You have nothing to be ashamed about here... even though you're a boy in a club that's normally for girls only... One sex has to be smarter, stronger and superior to the other... and that's girls... One sex has to do as the other says, and that's boys... It's all natural as we are proving to you and we have proven to lots of other boys too."

Finally released from my painful experience, I stood up groggily, my legs aching, my arms aching more than the previous day. My lame looking, bruised and battered boy genitals hung limply from the front of my groin... it must have looked pitiful and weak.

The girls had started updating my charts with all the details of today's 'performance.' I blushed as girls were filling in details about how many orgasms I had, how many gifted to me by girls, and how many I had been made to give myself. Details about my inspection too... I realised, in the hangover of my prolonged sexual excitement and my ordeal, just how embarrassing it was to be a boy member of the Langton Magna Girls' Club.

'I'm never coming back here...' I thought, recoiling from my aches and pains and my embarrassment at everything, EVER, that the girls had done to me. They had made me hate myself for being born a boy... made me jealous of them, just for being girls... and how much better it seemed to be if you were a girl. But I was trapped by birth into being a boy... my destiny to be dominated by females... girls... I was born onto the losing side... and yet I had once felt so good about being a boy... I was proud. But not now. I was beaten now. 'I can't come back here... and I'm never having an orgasm again, EVER... it hurts...'

"Can I get dressed and go home now Miss Caroline?" I asked quietly, deciding to play along as best I could until I could get out of there.

"You may... But be sure to practice your boy code, and your new song when you get home... We expect you to perform that song whenever we ask you... and perform a cute little dance too... understood?"

"Yes Miss Caroline," I replied, reaching down to start putting my clothes on. I picked up my black brief underpants first...

"I'll take those, weedy boy!" Suzanne sneered, snatching my briefs from me. "You're going home in your new panties today..."

"Wh-at?" I gasped in shock.

"Yep, you're a panty boy now Phillipa..." Caroline said.

"But I can't!" I protested. "What if my mum finds them... she'll know!"

"That's your problem to sort out... panty boy," Suzanne teased smugly.

"Yes Phillipa," Caroline agreed. "You're a boy... and everyone knows that boys have a secret hiding place for secret things in their bedroom... you'll find one I'm sure. And I can take your shorts too... you know I can take them from you... so will you put the panties on or are you going home in just your t-shirt? Hmmm?"

"Ohhh god... okay, okay," I relented with resignation. "I'll wear the panties, Miss Caroline." With reluctance, I put on the pale blue, lace frilled panties. The delicate, feminine feeling of the material rising up my thighs and snugly into place covering my flaccid crotch was different this time. I was all out of sexual arousal at the time, but it still felt embarrassing and naughty... a boy wearing a girl's underpants. Although I wasn't erect, I was aware (as were the girls) of the tell-tale bulge that even a flaccid willy makes inside such confining garments.

Soon, the rest of my clothes were in place too, and I stood, facing Caroline dumbly, waiting to be dismissed from the Club hut for the day.

"C-can I take my stuff home now, Miss Caroline?" I asked weakly.

"Everything, but your favourite..." she beamed victoriously, happy to see me still desperate to have my Millennium Falcon ship back. "You got trounced by the girls again, so better luck next time..."

"Seven... nil, Phillipa!" Suzanne laughed cruelly. I shot her a stare that left her in no doubt that I wanted to get even with her in the most eager way, but she kind of knew I wouldn't actually hit her. So she taunted me by raising her eyebrows at me.

"Go on now Phillipa... you may go," Caroline concluded. "We'll see you tomorrow... eleven thirty..."

And so I bent down, to collect the stuff I was allowed to take home. I lifted the X-Wing fighter off the floor and was about to stand up.

"No, no Phillipa..." Suzanne began with a giggle. "Do the noises and the music, so Alison and Elizabeth can see what you do with your boys' toy!"

Yes folks... even when it was time to go home, the girls found a way to worsen my spirit and shame me for one last time. I wanted to protest so badly, but I was desperate to get home. So I lowered the space ship back to the floor, and began to 'perform' my X-Wing fighter noises and took off... probably looking like a real prized prat. I even hummed Leia's theme tune... I scurried out of the hut, blushing crimson at the show I was putting on, and heard the fading giggling and cat-calls from the girls I left behind me.

At last, I was free... for now. I stopped humming when I got a few yards away from the hut, but carried on with the space ship noises as I made my way quickly home.

When I finally got home, mum was not back from work and I was able to make it safely to the sanctity of my bedroom without any questioning or risk of 'panty discovery.' I lazily lowered the space ship onto the floor, and began to remove my clothes... I knew I was wearing panties and it made me feel naughty... doing nothing but remind me of the ordeal I had suffered.

My clothes were discarded in normal, boyish discord, unlike the neat pile I had made in the Club hut. I guess that was because I was eager to strip off and rid myself of the panties. In the hut, my striptease was deliberately slow to keep me covered for the longest possible time!

When I lowered the panties with gusto, I hastily hid them under the bed, feeling my face flush with shame. I couldn't stomach playing with my Star Wars toys, or humiliating the male action figures with female dominant role play. As much as I enjoyed playing games with my toys, I hated what had happened and I couldn't face further humiliation at that point.

Instead, I found myself climbing onto my bed and curling into a ball... I cried again and I heard the girls teasing me and giggling at me in my mind. Looking back on my feelings, I can honestly say that I felt kind of violated... ashamed and humiliated. It all felt as though it was my fault... for giving in so easily and for even being male. I was also conscious that my penis felt sore... I stretched myself out and inspected myself a little. The tip of my cock was red and angry looking and sensitive to touch, kind of painful. I never wanted to climax again.

I curled back up into my ball and continued to cry. Now my thoughts returned to the shameful song and dance I had been forced to perform... the spank of the ruler on my penis... the ever humiliating inspection of my body... the reading of the code. All of it. My mind argued with itself, pondering whether the song I would now have to sing would be more shameful if I was wearing the panties I had been given, or just fully naked. It went round and round in my mind. Although I didn't want to, I was imagining the dance moves I had started to put together, and even new moves I could do. I just couldn't get it out of my mind.

It wasn't long before I began to feel my penis begin to stiffen, and I was back into sexual arousal and erection territory. But it was so sore... I had felt the pain of repeat enforced orgasm and I didn't want to touch myself at all... I couldn't bare to. The girls had 'broken' me.

'I hate girls...' I cried inside.

Not long after, I heard my mum come home and so I quickly got back into my shorts and t-shirt. Although she called out to me, I stayed in my bedroom, feeling totally ashamed. She knocked on my door and entered... I hoped she couldn't tell that I had been crying.

"Hi Phillip... are you okay? It looks like you've been crying..." she asked quickly, giving no real time to think.

"Sh-sure mum... I... errm... I was just thinking about dad..." I lied, looking down at my bare feet.

"Oh okay... is there anything nice you would like for dinner?"

"I'm not really hungry mum... I errm... I don't really feel all that well..."

"Let me see if you're coming down with a fever or something," and with that, she was over to the bed and brushing her hand over my forehead, assessing my temperature. "Well you don't seem to have a temperature... Is this really about your dad, or is it the girls again Phillip?" she pressed me. "Have they been mean to you?"

"No mum, honest... I like... errm, I like the girls... But I just feel a bit, sick in my stomach. And I do miss dad... It's no fun being the only boy round here..."

"I know honey..." she said, resting her hand on my shoulder. "Well, you'll see your friends again at school, and if you play nicely with the girls, I'm telling you, you'll have lots of fun..."

My mind spun in horror... If only my mum knew.

"Well, I'll leave some soup in the pan for you if you're feeling better later," mum soothed. "And remember the new rule we made yesterday... tell me something good that happened on your adventure today... hmmmm?"

Oh god... what could I possibly tell my mum from that day? I was quiet for a few moments while I thought, and felt my mum's hand rubbing my shoulder affectionately.

"Oh... I know... errrm... I got to practice a song from the Sunday School choir today with the girls..." I blushed, closing my eyes and recalling the horror when I first saw the words.

"Oh that's good... I'm glad you are getting on with the girls here and I know how much you like to sing... It's perfect here isn't it Phillip?"

"I errrm... I guess..."

"Good... and I know Miss Bingley will be pleased that you're all getting in some practice for the show."

Soon, my interview with my mum ended, and I was left to myself in my bedroom. I didn't fancy soup and so I maintained my false illness. If nothing else, it would give me an excuse to skip a day at the Langton Magna Girls' Club... I was determined not to ever go back there... but there was a voice in my head calling me a 'chicken' and a 'pussy.' It was a girl's voice... It was telling me to go and take my bath...

And that's what I did, I went and had a long, hot, bubbly bath... soothing my sore private parts and getting myself feeling all clean again in all the places the girls were bound to check. Just in case I did decide to go back... Once dry, I was into my pyjamas and then into bed.

Before I went to sleep, I could only think of what had happened in the hut. But I tried to maintain focus on Emma... I wanted to dream of Emma.

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Phillip White will return in Chapter 4 - History Class...

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