Ulrike's playroom was a lot different from what I was expecting. The floor was made of concrete and the walls were cinderblocks and mortar. There were also a number of iron rings set into the floor walls and ceiling. In addition to that there were a number of vertical poles that I originally thought of as whipping posts; however Ulrike preferred to use them to bind me with my arms and legs far apart in a sort of an X position.
Shortly after we were in the playroom, Amber and Ulrike worked quickly to make me helpless and bound me with my ankles and wrists far apart between two poles. Leather restraints tightly held my ankles and wrists and those were clipped to iron rings on the two vertical poles. These poles were approximately three feet apart, so my legs were spread obscenely wide.
"We're going to leave you like this for several hours," Ulrike informed me. "And if you complain, Amber and I are going to gag you. So, my advice to you is 'Don't complain'".
I resolved not to complain, although the position I was holding soon became uncomfortable and sweat began to from on my brow, underarms and torso.
As the minutes ticked slowly by, Ulrike or Amber would come in to check on me. Amber would just make certain that I hadn't passed out or pulled a muscle or anything, but Ulrike was much more sadistic and would pinch the tip of my cock or my nipples or some other sensitive part of my anatomy. Sometimes she would trick me by touching me gently, cupping my balls or stroking my inner thigh or something and just when I would get used to her being soft and tender she'd smack my cock.
"I can do this again and again," she told me once, gloating over how helpless I was, "and there's nothing you can do to stop me is there?"
I struggled hard against the leather restraints at my wrists and ankles. All I managed to do was strain my muscles and break out in sweat all over my body.
Then to enhance my feelings of helplessness, she smacked my cock four more times.
There was no clock and nothing to do in the playroom, so I would chronically lose track of time. As a result I never really knew how long I was tied up in there, but it seemed like at least two hours later that the door opened and in came a well-groomed, middle-aged woman wearing a V-neck sweater and straight leg jeans.
My heart beat at triple its normal speed and I went into panic mode and I felt as if I might pass out from embarrassment and I struggled against my restraints in a vain attempt to cover up my nudity.
"Calm down, Adam," the woman said in a soothing tone of voice. "I'm Ulrike's mother. Amber told me that she had a boy tied up in here. I just came to check on you."
"What?" I said, incredulous. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that Ulrike's mother would approve of her daughter stripping boys naked and tying them up like this.
"I'm well aware of my daughter's extracurricular activities," she calmly explained. "You're not the first boy that she's brought home and paraded around naked. Although you are the first that allowed himself to be tied up naked and helpless. Most of the boys run home as fast as their little feet can carry them when my daughter tries to tie them up."
I still felt a sense of panic, being seen naked by Ulrike's mother like this, but I tried hard not to act frightened. My mouth was dry and my whole body began to tremble in nervous embarrassment, but I forced my mouth to form words.
"So, you actually approve of your daughter treating boys like this; and under your own roof, no less?"
At first Ulrike's mother just gave me a look. It was the sort of look a teacher gives to a student who's especially slow and in need of extra instruction if they're going to learn the material.
"My daughter has a very strong dominant personality, Adam," she said. "It's not something that she can just decide to walk away from; just as you cannot walk away from your very obvious submissive personality. And since she'll no doubt be dominating and abusing naked boys whether I approve or not, I'd prefer that she do it under my roof, where I can supervise somewhat and make certain that nobody gets hurt."
"Wait! Back up," I said. "What makes you say I have an obvious submissive personality?"
She smirked slightly at this and shook her head. "Adam," she said using that same tone of voice, "You've allowed my daughter to strip you naked and tie you up spread eagled between two poles. In addition, your cock and balls are bound up very tightly in a leather bondage device that restricts blood flow and keeps your member hard and erect. Your penis, testicles, thighs, chest and armpits are all utterly lacking in body hair, so I'm assuming that my daughter shaved you...or somehow she talked you into shaving yourself. WHY would you allow yourself to be made so helpless and humiliated if you DIDN'T have a submissive personality?"
A lot of answers ran through my mind, but at the moment all of them sounded lame and unconvincing. In the end I didn't bother with a verbal reply and just hung my head in defeat.
"Don't feel so bad, Adam," Ulrike's mother said to me. "You've apparently been living in denial, but there's nothing wrong with having a submissive personality. Just be honest about it, and the people around will be able to adjust their behavior around you, accordingly."
I felt humiliated and groaned at this and replied, "I can't tell anyone about this. I'd die of embarrassment."
"You say that now," she replied, "But my daughter obviously knows about your submissive personality. So does my maid and so do I. And yet you're still alive and in one piece. You're no worse off now than you were yesterday."
"I can't tell anybody else about this. I just can't," I said it almost as a chant.
"Would you prefer that I tell people for you?" she asked. "When you return home, I could come with you and tell your family."
"What?" I asked, stricken with panic. "There's no way! Why would you even ask me a question like that?"
"Adam," she said, being slow and patient, "I'm a medical doctor. I've broken news to families when their loved ones were dying of cancer or AIDS. Breaking news to your family about your submissive nature would easy by comparison."
"You're a medical doctor?" I asked, feeling slightly less threatened by her presence. After all, medical doctors are supposed to help people. They take a Hippocratic Oath and all that.
"Yes, Adam," she said, cupping my chin and forcing me to raise my head so that I was looking her directly in the eye, "And although you look incredibly cute when you blush, it's totally unnecessary. I've seen plenty of naked bodies in my job. Yours is just one more to add to a very long list."
And then she paused for a few seconds before adding, "Although most of the men I've seen naked weren't nearly as well-endowed as you."
I actually smiled slightly at that. But before I had a chance to say anything in response, Ulrike entered the room.
She had changed her clothes at this point. Instead of her dress and high heels, she was now wearing very tight riding jodhpurs, black leather riding boots, a starched white shirt and black leather gloves. I also noticed (somewhat belatedly) that she was carrying a riding crop.
