Chapter 04: What they did to me during the week
Up to this point, I had faced each Tuesday night dinner with a strangely challenging mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I looked forward to the raw sexual thrill of being naked among a group of attractive young women, particularly when they also revealed part of their bodies. I loved being shaved by the group and I loved shaving the shapely, fully naked Emma. But, I feared the shame. It was shameful to be naked in front of fully clothed friends and acquaintances. It was shameful to be so docile and subservient to a group of women. Particularly, responding the Margaret's hard edged feminist demands and deliberate steps to ridicule me, and by extensions all men.
However, this challenge only came on Tuesday nights. The rest of the week I could focus on my research in the calm of the Computer Science Department. My professional career depended on my graduate work and so I was very careful to maintain a proper professional demeanor in the Department. While I did share an office with my girlfriend, Lois, we were completely professional at work. Wendy was often around but we did not get much chance to interact. Normally I would barely see Margaret in the department.
All this changed on Wednesday. I got an email message from Margaret asking me to come to her office. She told me that she taught a private seminar on a feminist interpretation of social anthropology. She wanted me to come to the class at 5pm that evening. This was a fairly innocuous request, but it also had a real edge to it. I did not feel I could refuse.
I showed up a few minutes after 5pm. The seminar room was in a deserted corridor in an older part of the school. There were about 10 people, 10 women, in the class. Mostly undergraduates, some were freshmen. In addition, there were two men sitting nervously at the side of the room.
Margaret was already teaching. She asked one of the men to come to the front of the class. He had all sorts of body piercing. Margaret pointed to each item of adornment (or mutilation) depending on your perspective. Apparently, the topic for today was the weird things that men did to their bodies. Were these part of a mating ritual? Did men pierce their eyebrows in order to attract women?
This guy had pierced eyebrows and about 5 earrings. Margaret asked him to open his mouth. He had a gold stud in his tongue. Ugh! She indicated his crotch - he smiled and briefly pulled down his pants. He had a cock stud -- Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! The women in the audience laughed. He turned red faced and pulled his pants back up.
The second man has tattoos. Margaret got him to take off his shirt, to show his back and stomach. In addition to numerous dragons, motorbikes, and other symbolic tattoos from around the world, he had naked women on each arm that rippled with his muscles.
While maintaining an academic demeanor, Margaret thoroughly ridiculed these poor guys, thanked them, and told them that they could leave. The she turned to me.
"Peter is a different kind of case. Rather than decorate himself or mutilate himself to attract women, he feels a certain compulsion to please us by doing whatever we ask -- even when it is humiliating."
There was a background titter, and the young women students took a new interest in me. Margaret motioned me to come to the front and stand in front of the class.
"Feminist women have rejected mutilating our bodies for the pleasure of men. Many of us have stopped shaving our underarms and our legs. What is wrong with our natural bodies?"
"Peter, quite voluntarily, stripped for a group of women. He showed us his total body and allowed us to shaving all the hair off his crotch and backside. This was a total submission to women. It was a complete humiliation for Peter. It demonstrates the power we can have if we just leverage the fact that men want to please women."
"Peter, strip and place your clothes on the chair."
For a moment, I just stood there. Had I stripped because I wanted to please? Certainly, the shaving had been a complete capitulation to the power of the clothed women. But, what would I do now? Would I strip and be humiliated again? If I refused, just walked out, what would happen?
"Peter, with your cooperation, we can keep this in the room."
Margaret answered my unspoken question, if I asserted myself and denied her request to strip in front of her class, then she would let the whole Department know about my humiliation. I could not risk my professional reputation.
I also felt a stirring, what would the class think of me, what would they do? What would it be like to be naked and at the mercy of 10 college coeds?
I did not have a real choice, so I did what would please the women. I bent over and removed my shoes and socks. Then I took off my shirt.
I faced the class. Margaret just stood and watched me, an inner smile on her face with her triumph of will over me.
I kept on going. I took of my pants and carefully folded them on the chair. I hesitated when it came to my underwear. I tried to stare at the blond in the second row.
"Note the bikini briefs -- no boxers for Peter. Take them off!"
Under orders, here I was naked in front of the ten undergraduate women and Margaret, my housemate.
There was an involuntary in drawing of breath when the undergraduates saw my completely hairless crotch. I looked ridiculous. I might have been 13 years old. It was a further humiliation.
"See what he permitted us to do! He is a man who wants to please and will do anything asked of him by a woman. I will show you."
"Girls, one at a time, come up to him."
"Mary, hold him. See how smooth it is?"
Mary was quite eager - she was the first inline. She was an attractive brunette that I vaguely knew from teaching an undergraduate programming class. She stepped in front of and used both hands to hold my balls.
She looked up at me, and said: "Peter, you are so cute, I always wanted to do this when I was in your class."
She stroked my stomach to see the smoothness, although stubble was now appearing.
The next girl was Julie, who I had flunked from the programming class. "Oh Peter, I always wanted to do this..." she said, mimicking Mary. But, what she did was roughly squeeze my balls and pull my cock hard. I almost collapsed.
But Margaret, rather than protect me, saw this as a new lesson. "See, Peter will let you do almost anything. Men, once under control can be gentlemen. Men can be tamed by determined women."
One girl held my penis up and pulled down gently on the ball sack. "I want to see what it would be like to add one of those native mutilations and inserts to his balls. Another, a rather attractive blond with long hair, stroked the sides of my legs and watched me get even harder. Her name was Gail.
Each girl felt my privates and stroked the skin all around my crotch. Some went around to stroke my butt and put their hand between my legs to touch my cock. I had no privacy, no limitations; I was totally at their mercy. I had lost all pride.
"Now lets come back to the main lesson. Men will do anything to please women, no matter how degrading. But, sometimes they slip and forget. Class, please ask Peter to keep himself shaved."
"Dear Peter, please keep yourself shaved for us" they said almost in unison.
"In primitive tribes, as today, men need ritual reinforcement to fulfill their assigned duties. So, I will set the members of this class to ensure that Peter remains shaved. Any time you see Peter, you should personally check that he is properly shaved -- he already has too much stubble."
What did this mean? How would they check on me?
"If he is not shaved to your satisfaction, then it means that Peter is not really capable of taking care of his own body, so you will have to help him."
"That's right, isn't Peter? You would like these girls to help if you forget to shave properly?"
