A Surprise in the Massage Parlour

Pete returns to Jasmine's for more discipline. He gets another surprise.

Pete lay in his bed, going over his experiences from the night before. As he remembered the details, to his surprise, his cock began to fill and thicken. He thought he'd probably used up his erections for the weekend, but clearly not.

His resolve, along with his cock, hardened, and he allowed his imagination to roam. He knew he would return to the massage parlour, Jasmine, and he knew he was going to prepare himself in every way, just as he had promised to his two new ... friends? Mistresses? Did it matter? He pictured in his mind his next visit and he grasped his now fully aroused cock and started to masturbate.

No,

he told himself.

I'll wait. From now on, each orgasm must be a really full one. I'll wait four or five days between wanks and when I cum, I'll eat it all, just to keep in practice.

As he left the parlour last night, Ming had told him that she expected the marks from his caning to last a good couple of weeks. He jumped out of bed a placed himself in front of his bedroom mirror in such a way as to admire the marks on his ass. Dear god, he uttered to himself, did I really take all that? The stripes were livid and the bruising more severe than he expected.

Maybe my ass and my mind aren't in sync

, he wondered.

My mind tells me I wanted more; my ass says I took a pretty hard punishment. Let's see if Ming is right. Healing creams and exercise will put this right more quickly. Meanwhile, I will buy a selection of dildos with which to prepare for the other part of my experience that I wasn't ready to submit to. I really want to feel Ming's cock thrusting into my ass,

he told himself.

Two weeks passed and the marks were almost gone. Pete knew he would be ready the coming weekend and sent an email to Ming. Brief but to the point. He awaited instruction. He didn't have to wait long.

'Hello Pete, nice to hear from you. Toy and I are pleased to hear that your skin has recovered and that you want us to mark you again. Please come to the Jasmine at exactly 2:00 this Saturday afternoon, bringing with you a letter of request. This letter should express in no uncertain terms what you would like to happen on this visit. We will set aside two hours to attend to your wishes, although we cannot guarantee to comply exactly with everything you ask for. We may have ideas of our own, and we will expect you to submit unquestioningly to them. Also, you will shave every hair from your body below your neck before you arrive. If you accept these terms, please confirm by return.'

Pete's cock was the first to respond. It was Monday and he decided that this was the perfect day to prepare himself. Returning to his flat after work, he stripped completely, glad that he was in a position that he did not have to share with anyone, although he had a second bedroom. He walked naked to the bathroom and poured a bath.

Relaxing in the hot water, he methodically obeyed Ming's demand that he shave. Arms first. Then under the arms. Chest, legs. Stomach. He was glad not to be a hairy person to begin with. Finally he scraped the razor over his pubic area, holding his cock and scraping over his scrotum. Kneeling and doing his best with his ass and ass crack. Twenty minutes later, he felt he had completed his task, smoothing his hands over himself, savouring the smooth skin. He smiled ruefully as he pulled the plug and watched the floating hair disappear down the drain.

He thrilled to the sting of aftershave, absorbing the burning pain on his scrotum and round his dick. It stung everywhere and he gasped, imagining Ming and Toy gloating over him as he suffered this indignity for them. He strolled through to his bedroom and admired himself in the full-length mirror, bald and fully erect. Tonight would be the night he would allow himself to cum, giving four full days and nights to refill the pot before his appointment. He reached out for the largest dildo in his collection, the final hurdle, one that he hadn't yet used to stretch his anus and fill his rectum.

Every evening he repeated his ritual, culminating in him sliding the large dildo past his sphincter and the full eight inches of it into his ass. Thrusting it in and out a dozen times before removing it and resisting the temptation to stroke his erection to orgasm. By Friday night he was almost bursting and had to quit early or shoot his cum into his special glass. He was holding that for tomorrow. The final shave to ensure he had obeyed his Mistress's command as well as he could, and the thrilling, burning sting of the aftershave on his sensitive scrotum brought him to full erection. The ease with which he could now penetrate his anus with his largest dildo delighted him, as he knew that he could confidently accommodate Toy's cock, and also Ming's larger one, albeit not at the same time! He smiled to himself at the thought. Much as he wanted to pleasure himself, he wanted what the following day promised more, and he drifted off into dream-filled sleep.

Waking late, after a gruelling week of work and pent-up sexual thrill, Pete had a decent breakfast to give him the energy and stomach lining he expected he would be needing that day. He showered and dressed, naughtily forgetting to put on any underwear, in loose, baggy track suit bottoms and top. He wouldn't last long in a strip poker game, he joked with himself.

As the hour approached, Pete left his flat and strolled along the street, drawing ever closer to Jasmine's. His heart was pumping faster than usual and his mind was racing. He calmed himself down, trying not to think too much on what lay in store. Then he was there. The front door that he remembered so well from that evening three weeks ago now. Before he reached out to press the bell, he took from his pocket another of those wonderfully effective little blue pills and swallowed it with the help of the last of the half-litre bottle of water he had been drinking on the way.

He pressed the bell, heart now pounding; lust, fear, uncertainty, absolute resolution all going through his mind, and he heard the familiar ring in the background. It was half a minute to two.

The door opened and relief flooded through him as Toy stood there, much as she had been dressed the last time he saw her, short black leather skirt and matching peephole bra, her nipples poking through. She gave him with a happy, welcoming smile.

"Well, Pete. You are very punctual. You must be keen to experience what we have planned for you today!" she beamed as she ushered him into the entrance area. "Come through to reception." She invited him.

As Pete had anticipated, Ming stepped out from behind the desk, this time she too was dressed much as she had been last time, in long black PVC boots higher than her knees, short black leather mini skirt and bolero top with clearly nothing under it other than her magnificent breasts. Pete was awestruck at the sight and stopped short to greet her.

"Mistress Ming, how nice to see you again." He started. "I have been looking forward to coming back ever since I last saw you." He added.

"Indeed, Pete. And I have been looking forward to seeing more of you, and as you will remember, I have already seen rather a lot of you, haha! Do you have your letter that I ordered you to compose?"

Pete, nodded silently and removed it from a pocket, typed, printed and sealed into an envelope the evening before.

Toy stepped forward and taking Pete by the elbow, began to lead him through to the back. "We have a different room for you today, Pete. After your last visit we told the other masseuses about our new client, without mentioning your name of course, and they all wanted to meet you, so you have been allocated the special room for priority clients. I'm sure you will enjoy it. We have a special day arranged for you today. Lucky you!"

Pete was slightly alarmed at this but allowed Toy to lead him towards the back. She stopped him opposite the door to the room he had previously been in and pointed to the door across the corridor.

"That will be the room we will use, Pete, but first you must take a shower. You may remove your clothes here in the corridor and place them in this box here. I will take the box to the locker room while you shower and I'll bring you a towel."

Strip? Here in the corridor?

Pete hadn't seen or heard any other staff, or customers but he was still taken aback. He recalled having to walk naked in the corridor last time.

Maybe this is just their way of beginning the humiliation process,

he thought. Having little to remove, it didn't take him long to get naked. Toy eyed him up and down, smirked as he placed his belongings into the box and produced a padlock with which she locked the box.

"Naked slave, dependent on Mistress Toy to return his gear!" she taunted him, and his cock jerked in reaction to his predicament. Yes he was, naked and without access to his clothes, keys, phone, even his shoes.

"Go and shower, naked slave. I will be waiting for you with a towel here outside this door when you return."

The pill and the circumstances were both working towards ensuring a powerful erection, which he tried to cover as he made his way back to Toy five minutes later. She tittered as she saw it, looked balefully at Pete and handed him a small towel, barely large enough for the job in hand and certainly not big enough to wrap around himself.

"You may dry yourself here in the corridor and then return the towel to me." She stated.

Pete complied, his cock waggling furiously as he worked the towel as best he could. He handed it back to Toy with a nod, accepting her dominance over him.

She produced a blindfold and told him to slip it over his eyes before opening the door to the room beyond. He did, but allowed himself a sliver of sight down the sides of his nose. Pretending that he was completely without sight, he followed Toy into the room.

It was an obvious ploy, and everyone there knew he was able to see a little. That was part of the fun, for Pete was now in a small auditorium, with fewer than a dozen seats formed in a semi-circle around a small stage, the stage being no more than six feet from the first row of seats.

Only the first row was occupied, Pete counted four figures as he was led in and onto the slightly raised stage. There was a wall at the back of the stage and Pete glimpsed some kind of wooden X shape to which he was being led. Toy turned him, back to the wall and took his right wrist in her hand.

"Work with me, Pete. That would be best. No fighting back, okay? These are our colleagues." she whispered into his ear as she raised his arm. He held it in position for her as he felt a soft leather cuff wrap around his wrist and heard and felt as it was buckled into place. Toy took his left wrist and did the same, stretching Pete's arms wide and spread above him, forming a kind of Y shape as he stood with his legs together. But not for long, as she did the same with his ankles and soon Pete was spreadeagled, arms and legs widely parted, completely naked and exposed. His cock thumped to his heartbeat, hard as an iron bar and he felt his balls tightening in their scrotum.

"Are you comfortable, Pete?" he heard Ming's voice.

"Thank you, Mistress Ming, I am." He replied, knowing that any other response would not be acceptable. He was still squinting down the side of his nose, that sliver of vision allowing him tempting glimpses of the people in the seats facing him.

"There is no further need for the blindfold, Toy, you may remove it now." Ming spoke, and Pete was gifted with the daunting sight of four unknown people seated opposite him, gaping at the naked young man before them. They were dressed in a mixture of costumes, one similar to Ming, two like the nurse's outfit Toy had worn last time, and one in a teacher's gown with a mortarboard hat. They were all young ladies, as far as Pete could make out, none over thirty years old, and of various ethnic backgrounds.

"Please meet our colleagues, Pete. These are the other girls who work here and they all wanted to attend your visit today. I hope you don't mind, but frankly I don't care if you do. You had fair warning that you would be obeying my every command today and here you are. So, enjoy the afternoon!" Ming smiled menacingly, but perhaps playfully so as she sauntered over to Pete and took his balls in her hand.

"As you know, ladies, Pete is perfectly aware of who and what I am, as he is with Toy. Let us find out a little more about him now." Pete's pulsing cock did not miss a beat. He was completely into whatever was happening.

"Pete was given two commands when he requested this appointment, ladies." Ming introduced the act. "He was commanded to shave himself everywhere below the neckline. And look! He appears to have obeyed me. Regard, ladies, a totally shaved chest, nothing under the arms, smooth legs and as bald a set of cock and balls as we will ever see! Tell us slave, did you enjoy shaving your balls for me? How about your anus? Is that shaved too? Are you an obedient slut?"

Pete was appalled to be made to answer. His shame was thrilling as he spoke up. "yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. I loved shaving myself clean for you, and I shaved my ass too. I hope I have pleased you. I want to obey your every command." His cheeks burned with shame and his erection throbbed. He looked out at the enthralled audience and picked out a few beauties. He hoped he would see more of them at some point.

"The second instruction that Pete received was to write a letter of request to me, outlining what he would like to experience today. He handed me this letter when he arrived for his appointment. Would you like me to read it out to the gathered witnesses, Pete, or would you prefer that I read it quietly to myself?"

Oh my god! This is the worst. All these women listening to my deepest, darkest desires? This is humiliating. I can't say no, and I'm not especially proud of what I've written. But, surely they are experienced, and will understand. This can't be the first time this happened here. Why else would they have a room like this? Oh, god. My heart is pounding. So is my cock, and they can see that. Oh well.

"Please read my letter aloud, Mistress Ming, so that all the ladies here can add to my humiliation. I came here knowing I would humiliate myself in front of you and Mistress Toy. It excites me to think of being further degraded in front of your colleagues and friends."

A hum of relief went around the room. It was often the case that a slave would be broken by an experience like this and beg to be allowed to go home. It was always the wish of the assembled staff that their client was a willing and compliant slave. Everyone should enjoy the performance, actors and audience alike, although, it was unusual for the audience in this particular arena to simply observe the procedures. Every one of them enjoyed administering harsh treatment on a willing subject, and Pete was proving to be such a one.

Ming opened the envelope Pete had given her and unfolded the single sheet of paper. She took a moment to scan through it herself and then began to read to the assembled ladies.

"Mistress Ming, your slave has come here today to submit to your commands. He is willing, but not very experienced and is likely to make mistakes. These mistakes should be punished, and if they are serious enough, he imagines that he will be punished with the cane. He accepts this." Ming looked over to Pete, and then at her audience.

"So, we have a willing slave who accepts that he will be caned if he makes foolish mistakes. And we can already see his first mistake, ladies, can't we. Would any of you like to point this out to us?" she invited participation from her colleagues.

A tall African girl dressed in a contrasting white nurse's costume stood up and with a cheeky smile on her gorgeous round face pointed at Pete's penis.

"I think the patient is forgetting his manners, Ming." She said. "Should he not have asked for permission to allow his ... his cock to grow hard like that?" she added.

There was a general murmuring of agreement amongst the girls and Pete's cheeks burned with shame as his cock became the centre of attention, but he felt a surge of blood through it as he realised that this offence would probably earn him the cane. How many strokes, he wondered.

"You are correct, Mary." Ming spoke to the standing girl. "A Black Mark or a Red Stripe, do you think? Bearing in mind that she who awards the punishment administers it."

"Oh, I think this deserves a Red Strip, Ming. After all, it is a serious misdemeanour. Six hard strokes of the cane should help him to improve his manners." The girl smiled at Pete and continued, "And I will be delighted to administer those six strokes on his naked buttocks. They looked so clear and fresh when he came in here. It will give me pleasure to change that. I like to see a naughty slave's bottom covered in stripes after I have caned it." She smiled triumphantly and sat down, her short skirt riding up so high, Pete was able to detect that she was wearing no panties and that she was indeed a girl. She flashed her pussy at him once more before tugging her skirt down. This knowledge did nothing to improve his manners at all.

"Good. Thank you, Mary. I shall continue reading Pete's request." Ming acknowledged her colleague and held up the letter once more. "Also, Mistress, your slave remembers the additional punishment for miscounting the strokes as he counted and thanked his Mistress for caning him on his first visit. He begs to be subjected to the same strict rules again this time."

Ming raised her eyes and regarded Pete as his cheeks continued to burn. She turned to the gathering and reminded them of Pete's last visit.

"Pete miscounted twice, ladies. I awarded him three, and then six extra strokes, as well as repeating each of the ones he miscounted. Eleven extra strokes of the cane. He did not make the same mistake again after learning that the next one would cost his buttocks a bonus of twelve, plus the repeat. That would be an even two dozen additional strokes beyond the eighteen he had earned from his bad behaviour. As it was, he appeared to enjoy the twenty-nine strokes he took. He must have, because here he is again asking for more!"

The assembled ladies all tittered and looked at Pete as he hung there on the cross, naked and exposed, with his raging erection. Another one stood up, this one dressed as the teacher. Under the mortarboard, she had short blonde hair and a pretty, yet hard face. As she turned towards Pete, her gown opened and revealed that she wore only a white diaphanous thong under it. A glimpse was enough to suggest there was no hair to cover her modesty. One succulent breast, heavy, with a thick upturned nipple remained revealed as she attempted to close the gown. Pete gasped in delight.

"Well, as a school teacher, I for one will not tolerate poor counting, so be careful, Pete, because I will be watching out for any more mistakes like that. And you know what teachers like to use, Pete, don't you?" Pete nodded.

"Yes, Miss. Teachers like to use the cane. I accept that and I agree that poor counting deserves strict punishment." He made the promise, but knew he was unlikely to follow through. The prospect of seeing that gown come off would be too strong to resist.

"Thank you, Miss Marx. I am sure you will ensure strict discipline in this subject." Ming smiled knowingly. She continued reading.

"As well as being willing to submit to corporal punishment, the slave has been practicing with increasingly large dildos, having promised both Mistress Toy and Mistress Ming that he would like to experience anal penetration by both of them. He feels ready now to submit to being fucked anally. Additionally, he would like both Mistresses to cum in his mouth and to make him swallow their cum."