I longed to see a mistress but it was expensive and so I thought I'd give my body to BDSM science and let a mistress use me for her videos online.
I liked the idea of being a sub online being whipped and punished for the amusement of others and started to look around online for any mistress who had a need of a slave to punish in one of her videos.
I came across a web site called Class 5b, which was basically a CFNM site where all the women were dressed as schoolgirls. A white blouse and tie, a short grey skirt and tanned legs.
I had seen one of their domination videos a few months before where a pretty girl called Annalieza and her friend Megan humiliated all who went before them. I had seen this sort of video a few times before but none was as harsh, nasty and humiliating as this one. The girls were always at me, "get naked, wiggle that ass, hands-on head, sing twinkle, twinkle little star! wank that pathetic little cock!"
All of this was par for the course but their delivery and mocking spite was really strong. Too strong for many I found out later. "Cum you pathetic ugly cunt! Fuck is that all you can do? Lick it up!"
They were deliciously vicious and I thought the chance to be on film with them would be amazing.
Luckily they required men slaves and so I e-mailed Class 5b. I got a quick reply, as they wanted a headshot of me, most probably to prove my age or to see if I still had hair.
They excepted me and gave me an address to go to in Bristol. I drove down the M4 and found the location quite easily. There was a large warehouse just as I had seen on google maps. I was really nervous not knowing what they had in store for me and how many men would be around. That was a huge turn off for me then as I still hadn't come to terms with my bisexuality.
I walked in to see a lot of men standing around all casually dressed. The warehouse had been divided up into small studios for filming. Mostly living rooms or school classrooms.
There was one man all in black and an official-looking long blond-haired girl with a clipboard and pen. I gave her my name and she asked me to wait. I joined the rest and realised I was standing with people who had the same kink as me for the first time. I had never even talked to a fellow kinkster online. A small conversation broke out and being men it was all about directions, traffic routes and cars, in fact, anything but kink.
The way class 5b worked was they'd invite twenty-odd men and work with how many actually turned up. Today had them in a quandary as it looked like everyone who was invited had taken up the invitation.
We hung around in awkward silence until finally we were asked to get on a minibus. We were driven for a while into the suburbs of Bristol and arrived at a large detached house in a leafy avenue. It was our first act of submission although most of us didn't know it. We had been detached from our cars and driven to who knows where. We all got out and went around the back of the house into a conservatory and waited.
I looked out into the long back garden that backed onto the countryside. It was at least 75 yards long and quite wide. I could see some men hastily putting up some cages. Two small ones halfway up the garden and one large one at the very end.
The girl with the clipboard came in. This time she was a picture of authority for in her other hand she sported a crop.
"Here we go, " I heard someone say and as soon as his words were out I heard the swish of her crop hitting the door.
"All right get your clothes off," she brutally demanded. We all stood stunned waiting for someone to make the first move.
"Come on hurry!" She shouted swishing her crop harder. I started to unbutton my jacket waiting for someone to take the lead.
"Get yourself naked now! Or you can go home," she threatened.
"You!" Do you want this or not?" She cried at the nearest volunteer.
"Yes, mistress," he meekly replied.
"Then get your kit off!"
He flew into action and quickly removed his jacket while kicking off his shoes causing a ripple effect that soon reached me at the far corner of the conservatory. I started to strip in time with the rest of the volunteers making sure not to be too far ahead and be the first one naked.
"Just throw your clothes on the floor, hurry!" She screeched forcefully.
I had thought all this out beforehand and had dressed very casually, worrying I might somehow lose an item of clothing. I had also only brought a tenner with me and left my credit card locked away in my car.
Wearing a T-shirt, jeans with zip flies and slip-on shoes had me ready to be naked quickly but I still held back through nerves. The men beside me were topless and I quickly caught them up and then slipped off my shoes and socks.
"Once your naked get out and line up on the patio, hands-on heads legs apart! Hurry," the girl shouted once more.
I undid the top button of my jeans as I watched the first naked man run out onto the patio. A stocky brunette girl whipped his buttocks as he passed and pointed to where she wanted him to stand. He quickly put his hands on his head and parted his legs.
I pulled off my trousers and pants together making me naked as I looked out of the window to see the crop mark on the man's ass. It left a highly visible welt, a sign that she had hit him with some force.
"Excuse me mistress but where are our masks?" timidly asked one of the group.
"Did I say you could talk?" She yelled as she lashed whoever it was with her crop. I heard him yelp and quickly carry on as a second naked man ran out to join the other subject with his hands on head and spread legs.
The man next to me had left his socks until last and overbalanced and touched my naked shoulder.
"Sorry mate," he said quickly uprighting himself giving me a chance to eye his tackle. His touch and floppy penis made me shudder with displeasure, we were naked men touching each other, something I found repugnant.
