Note: This is a multi-part story involving CFNM, femdom, and public nudity. I recommend that you read the first two chapters first, but I do give some context here if you prefer to dive right in. These stories are my first go at this, so I welcome feedback!
"Ramirez, did you expect this when you woke up this morning."
"No, Jackson, I did not."
There I was, kneeling before two police officers, handcuffed and completely naked, in a conference room in the head office of Dom Med (which I just learned was a cutting-edge pharma company run by the influential Doctor Ramona Baxter). My cock was throbbing like crazy, having been hard for the past hour where I had been exposed to a crowd publicly. I had just signed a one-year contract that was about to change my life. At the end, I was promised I could return to my law career with a prestigious clerkship under Justice Campbell. But first, I had to serve as the Femma Domma Sorority's naked slaveboy for a year. Under the terms of the agreement, I would be loaned to these two police officers for a week before the school year started.
"Up slave!" barked Officer Jackson.
It was at that moment that I appreciated how beautiful she was. She was built like Serena Williams and while she probably couldn't win straight sets like the tennis star, I could tell that she was an athlete in her own right. I was immediately intimidated and scampered to my feet as quickly as I could in my best effort to obey. Officer Ramirez then grabbed me by my arm and began to lead me out the door.
"Eyes forward, slave!" barked Office Ramirez.
Despite her order, I stole a look and noticed that she too was beautiful, in her own unique way. She was much shorter, but still incredibly curvy with flowing black hair and nicely tanned skin. While I was taller than both officers, I didn't doubt that they had physical power over me, especially given my naked, handcuffed state. As we made our way to the front entrance of the facility, where I knew that their squad car was parked, I was once again surprised that the working women in Dom Med didn't seem to pay much attention to the scene that was unfolding: two police officers manhandling my exposed body down the hallways. As we left the building, I once again felt the breeze hit me, reminding me of my nudity as I felt the wind against my still-hard cock and throbbing balls. I was then forced to my knees again and heard the unintelligible sounds of my current owners excitedly whispering. I then heard the trunk open.
"In," ordered Officer Ramirez curtly.
"Wait, what, the trunk?" I asked incredulously.
"I don't recall giving you permission to speak," scolded Officer Jackson. "One, two, three, four. You will be punished for those four words."
Officer Ramirez then bent down to face me and smiled wickedly.
"Awe, don't be too cruel, Jackson. He'll learn. But I do think we'll enjoy punishing him."
She then began to fondle my balls again, prompting me to groan.
"The point is, slave, you are our property for the week. While people get a seat, property doesn't. Now in you go."
I'm not sure what fully happened next, but then she squeezed my balls and somehow steered me into the trunk in one swift motion. I yelped and the next thing I knew, the car trunk was closed on me and I was in the trunk, bound, blind, and still sexually frustrated.
I had to admit, while this might have sounded traumatizing, it wasn't. The backseat of the police cruiser was big enough for me, and it felt oddly padded. Despite my senses being completely deprived, I did feel safe, although I completely lost track of time. But eventually, I felt the car stop and the trunk was opened as I once again saw sunlight.
"Time to get out slave," Officer Jackson grinned.
I got out of the trunk and I realized that we were at the police precinct. Officer Jackson began walking and Officer Ramirez whistled and walked after her. It felt natural, but I obediently attempted to clumsily chase after them, my bare feet plodding on the asphalt and trying to keep my balance with my hands behind my back. We then walked through the front door and suddenly, everybody stopped working. I wouldn't say the precinct was super busy, but there were other officers filing reports, a few civilians present, and other support staff in the middle of their duties. All their eyes were on me and you could hear a pin drop. That didn't surprise me, after all, two officers had just casually walked in with a completely nude, handcuffed man in tow.
The chief then came out of his office.
"Ramirez... Jackson... What the fuck?"
"Captain, let us explain to the office," said Officer Ramirez.
Officer Jackson and Officer Ramirez quickly summarized what happened and Doctor Baxter's orders. The captain, a stern, no-nonsense middle-aged man looked confused throughout.
"So... Dr. Baxter specifically asked for this?"
"Yes, that was exactly what she said, sir," replied Officer Jackson.
"Well, for all that she's done for this town, her word goes. We'll make it all work, there shouldn't be any issues as the only children in the town, the Thomas and the Harris kids, just left for boarding school. If anyone complains, just politely explain. Uh... use your discretion then. Dismissed."
Still with a confused look on his face, he looked at me again, pausing for a second as he ogled my erect penis, then walked back into his office. Officer Ramirez and Officer Jackson then steered me into the conference room and uncuffed me.
"Ok, here's the deal slave," said Officer Jackson. It's now been officially greenlit. Your body belongs to us for how we see fit for the next week, then we'll drop you off at the sorority house. We'll be watching you. Now, we have some things for you to do. You're going to clean the holding cell. There's rags and a bucket in there already. One more thing, don't you dare think of covering yourself with your hands or you will be punished. Off you go, boy."
Officer Ramirez then opened the door and red-faced, I walked out into the crowded bullpen. I saw the holding cell across the room and made my way there. I spotted the bucket, filled it up in the sink, and got to work.
All of a sudden I felt a smack against my ass. I jumped and spun around.
"I want your ass up!" scolded Officer Ramirez. "On your hands and knees, wipe the floor, and make sure that butt of yours is pointed to the sky!"
I immediately hopped down to obey. Despite feeling a flush of blood on both sets of cheeks of my body, I felt compelled to obey, despite my shame. I arched my back to get my butt up and then suddenly a black rod was thrust in my face.
"I found this in our lost and found," beamed Officer Ramirez. "It's a BDSM riding crop I think we confiscated from a drunk college girl last year. You're gonna get to know it very well this week."
She then gave me a playful slap on my balls with the riding crop, laughing as I winced and left the holding cell. I then did my best to clean the cell quickly, then got up and made my way back to the conference room. Officer Ramirez and Officer Jackson were both waiting.
"You're later than we expected," tutted Officer Jackson. "27 minutes later, to be exact. That means 27 strikes. Plus the extra four for your attitude with the trunk. Hands on the table and bend over."
I gulped.
"Mistress, please, I..."
"That's three more, you're at 34 now."
Reluctantly, I obliged, placing my hands on the wood table and arched my back to expose my butt. I gritted my teeth.
"Count them out!" barked Officer Ramirez.
*Thwack!*
"One!"
I felt the blood rushing to my ass and even more to my cock. And then I felt the next blow.
"Two!" I moaned.
I then heard the door open and heard people file in and people whistle.
"Three!"
I felt tears form in my eyes.
"Four!"
The rest felt like a blur until I finally felt the last strike and groaned as I knew it was over.
"Thirty-four!"
I then slumped to the ground. My poor butt was throbbing and my senses were on overdrive. I looked around and it seemed like all the female staff at the precinct, as well as a few men, had come into the room to watch the ordeal. I felt an overwhelming sense of shame but made no effort to cover myself.
"Ladies, and gentlemen, let's have an applause for the office bitch boy, John!" beamed Officer Jackson.
The room then cheered and applauded, and I slumped down and put my face on the floor. I then heard two items drop down beside me. I looked up and Officer Jackson had dropped a tube of ointment and a grey package beside me.
"Crawl over to that corner and kneel on the floor there. We will give you a 20-minute break before your other duties. That's military rations we found in storage. You'll have enough nutrients to stay healthy... But it won't taste like anything you'd like to eat. This ointment is a special product Doctor Baxter gave to me. She said that it will make sure that you won't have any lasting pain or damage from the whipping we just gave you, but it will leave the welts for the rest of the day as a reminder of your punishment. Go!"
I scampered over. I made sure to keep my head down, and somehow felt that initiative would demand me to keep my ass up. I felt shame, but also pride in my rushing and using creativity to obey. I slathered the lotion onto my buttocks and opened up the package to eat.
I was then given other instructions on what to clean in the afternoon: the washrooms, the lunchroom microwave, and various offices. I worked hard and began to acclimate to my nudity as did the rest of the office. People paid no attention to me as they walked by as I did my duties. I'm a fairly clean person so while the job felt gross, I made sure that everything shined. I was just finishing up the last office when Officer Ramirez came into the room.
"Good slave!" she said.
I immediately got onto my knees in submission, but I couldn't help but smile.
"You've earned a reward. Let me give you a gift... something to wear."
I was confused but made sure not to say a word. She saw the confusion on my face and smiled.
"You know what, you've earned the right to speak for a while."
"But, I thought the instructions were I were to stay naked."
Officer Jackson then walked in and threw a box down beside me.
"I think this will qualify just fine," she said.
I looked down. It was a chastity belt. Black leather straps with a chrome cage for my penis, I gulped as I knew what would be expected of me.
"Oh I just saw that penis twitch!" chuckled Officer Ramirez. "Put it on or there will be... consequences."
I immediately knew what I had to do. I ripped the box open and scampered to put it on before I got hard and it wouldn't fit. I just got it on in time and gasped a sigh of relief as I realized I just missed the punishment.
