Naked in Public

“Where did you get him?” the dapper woman in the hotel lobby asked as she placed her hand in the center of my chest and then slowly slid her hand down across my abdomen.

“At a slave auction in Seattle,” my girlfriend replied, “I wasn’t planning on making any purchases that day, but once they marched him out on stage, I couldn’t stop staring at him.”

“I totally get that,” the woman said, her hand dropping lower so it could grab the shaft of my cock. My wrists were bound behind my back, and my wrist restraints were connected to the back of my slave collar by a short chain. The way I was bound meant that I couldn’t have stopped her from gripping my hard, erect cock even if I tried.

“I mean, he’s got a deliciously slender waist, tight abs, those pink, pouty lips, boyish face, dancer’s legs, and his butt is perfect! I mean just look!”

As if for emphasis, my girlfriend smacked her right hand hard across my ass. There was a loud CRACK that was heard all across the hotel lobby and some of the hotel staff and guests looked up as the sound caught their attention.

“His ass is high, firm and toned,” my girlfriend said, “It’s like it was sculpted out of marble by a master craftsman.”

“I’ll bet he’s fun to spank,” the woman said, releasing my cock from her grip and then positioning herself so she could grab both of my buttocks and give them a good squeeze.

As I was wearing only a slave collar, my naked body was shamelessly on display in the lobby of the Marriott Hotel, my cock was fully and humiliatingly erect and hotel guests were openly ogling me, it would be easy to assume that I was a slave, however, it was all a deception perpetrated by my girlfriend and I.

_ _

My name is Christoph Liebler. I’m 19 years old and the son of wealthy parents who were never around when I was growing up. I was raised by nannies, tutors and person trainers. Something about the way that I was raised had left me feeling empty. I couldn’t really put it into words or find a way to ask for help, until my girlfriend came up with a suggestion.

We often watched porn together and she noticed that a large percentage of the porn that I watched involved slaves. I had videos of slave auctions from San Francisco and Los Angeles and even some slave training videos. Since I’d never bought a slave for myself (and I could easily afford one), Kate joked that what I really wanted was to become a slave myself.

It started off as a joke, but the more I thought about it, the more turned on I became. The thought of being naked, helpless, groped and examined by prurient strangers seemed so intimate and overwhelmingly personal. The idea of putting myself in that vulnerable and humiliating position was unexpectedly thrilling. Eventually, I came up with a mad idea to experience the thrills of slavery without truly becoming a slave.

I know people in the Office of Slave Commerce, and I was able to get one of them to provide me with a government issued slave collar with a blank tag. Then I took the collar to an engraver and had them engrave the name Joseph Butcher and a slave identification number of 10112. I also got some fake papers that declared Joseph Butcher was Kate’s property, legally purchased at a slave auction in Seattle.

Strictly speaking this wasn’t legal. It’s an act of fraud to issue a slave collar for someone who hasn’t been sentenced to slavery. However, when you’re the son of a multi-millionaire, people tend to let you get away with things. Of course, it doesn’t hurt to be generous and bestow gifts on government employees and engravers, so that they know I appreciate them looking the other way when I do things that aren’t one-hundred percent legal.

Neither the slave collar nor the papers would stand up to scrutiny, but the important thing I’d learned is that nobody ever bothers to check. Go anywhere in America and if an attractive naked man appears in public, submissively allowing himself to be led around on a leash by a well-dressed woman, everyone just assumes that he’s a slave. Nobody bothers to go to a government database to verify his status. People have been conditioned to believe that sexually appealing, naked people in public MUST be slaves!

_ _

The woman Kate was talking to was named Kaley, and Kaley’s interest in me was more than just the normal female attraction to attractive, young, naked men. She had an ulterior motive.

“Listen, my sister is getting married next week and we’re throwing her a bachelorette party today in this very hotel. The stripper we hired, cancelled at the last minute. Would you be willing to let me borrow your slave for my sister’s party? I’d pay you.”

The question caught Kate off guard. She and I had never discussed the possibility of loaning me out to anyone and for a few seconds she was like a deer caught in the headlights and she didn’t say anything.

“Um, well, he’s never really been trained for that sort of thing,” Kate finally replied, “He’s normally used for more intimate services, you know, entertaining one woman at a time.”

“He doesn’t really need any skill sets,” Kaley said, “He just needs to stand there and look cute and let my sister touch him all over. Maybe get him over her lap so that she can spank him. I’ll pay you five-hundred dollars.”

At first, Kate turned down the offer, but Kaley kept offering more and more money. Eventually Kaley offered so much money it would have seemed suspicious if Kate didn’t agree to loan me out. The deal was sealed with a handshake and Kate promised to deliver me at 8:00 PM to the hotel suite where the bachelorette party was taking place.

After her conversation with Kaley, Kate marched me across the hotel lobby and to the elevators. We made stops on the third, fourth and fifth floors, where she marched me up and down the halls, giving the hotel guests and employees plenty of opportunities to ogle my nakedness.

Being naked in a public place was a heady experience for me. It was both humiliating and freeing, terrifying and exciting. I was so vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, sexually aroused in a way I’d never experienced before. Both men and women openly checked out my ass. Men in suits and ties, women in skirt suits, women in running shorts and tank tops, guys in jeans and t-shirts, everyone in the hotel it seemed were openly examining every line of my naked body as if trying to commit my naked body to memory. They weren’t shy about it, people stopped and took good, long penetrating looks as they checked me out.

I was exposed and sexually objectified by everyone in the hotel as Kate parading me around and put my naked anatomy on display. Of course, the whole thing wad demeaning and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

As Christoph Liebler, I was the son of very wealthy parents and people were always very deferential to me and treated me with the greatest of respect. As Joseph, the naked slave, I was stripped of dignity and treated as a naked body to be ogled, fondled, spanked and sexually abused. I found that being objectified and gawked at to be a delicious thrill. My blood surged and my body was awash with adrenaline as people crowded around and eyed me like I was something delicious for them to sink their teeth into.

I had discussed my psychological needs with Kate. I wanted to be stripped of my clothes and my dignity and examined like a piece of meat. I wanted wicked men and women to rape me with their probing, relentless gazes. And as she marched me down the hallways of the hotel, I felt as if all my dreams were coming true. My pulse raced, my breathing quickened, and my cock twitched. I experienced a rollercoaster of emotions as total strangers in the hotel treated me as if my entire purpose for existing was to display my naked body and provide them with prurient entertainment.

Up in my hotel room, Kate helped me to prepare for the bachelorette party. I did a series of push-ups, crunches and other exercises to get my muscles to stand out. Then Kate helped me to shave my cock, scrotum, perineum, anus and that entire area to make certain no stubble was left behind. After that I showered and cleaned myself thoroughly both inside and out.

While I was toweling off, Kate came into the bathroom and holding a small bundle of leather straps in one hand, looked me in the eye and said, “You should wear this for the party.

I didn’t recognize what she was holding at first, so I asked, “What is it?”

“It’s a cock and ball harness,” she replied. “It’ll help guarantee your cock doesn’t go soft during the festivities.”

My cock was achingly hard and showed no signs of going soft any time soon, but I stood there with my legs spread apart while Kate knelt at my feet and fitted one leather strap tightly around the base of my cock. Then my balls were pulled forward and a smaller leather strap was fitted tightly around the base of my scrotum. There was another loud snap, and both my cock and balls were bound in such a way that blood couldn’t drain from either one. Suddenly my cock looked even larger and more swollen than before.

I was delivered to the bachelorette party at 7:55 PM and Kate got paid up front. She was told that she could stay in the room with me but was told not to interfere with the bridesmaids or the bride as they had fun with me. Kate seemed to be a little put out by this instruction, but she stood in the back and quietly allowed the bridesmaids to do whatever they wanted to me.

“He looks like a taller, blonder version of Julian MacKay,” one of the bridesmaids gushed.

“Oh my God,” another one exclaimed, “Look at his cock!”

Kaley and four other women gravitated towards me. The bride’s name was Melissa, and her bridesmaids were named Kaley, Mary, Rachel and Sanaa.

“He’s a beauty, alright,” commented Sanaa as she came close enough to touch me.

“If you want to touch him, go ahead,” Kate encouraged. Then she snapped at me and said, “Joseph! Inspection pose!”

I had watched hours of videos of slave auctions and training videos. I knew all about slave positions. The inspection pose was where a slave stood with his legs spread far apart, hands behind the back of his neck, with his fingers intertwined, his elbows pulled back and his chest thrust forward.

My heart pounded madly in my chest as I assumed this shaming and vulnerable position and a group of prurient women encircled me. I saw the hands of the young women closing in, and of course it took less than two seconds before one of them grabbed my ass and gave one of my naked buttocks a squeeze.

One of the bridesmaids was a cute, perky brunette named Mary. She had an innocent looking, girlish face and a pixie cut. She briefly fondled my balls before squeezing the shaft of my cock.

“He’s hard as a rock,” said the perky woman with an impish smile. Then she spanked my cock with her hand. I gasped, more out of surprise than pain. My cock wobbled slightly but stayed resolutely at full attention.

Kaley gravitated towards my backside. She marveled at the softness of my flesh and the hardness of my firm glutes just underneath the skin. Then she got down on her knees, grabbed my ass with both hands and pried my buttocks apart.

My breathing quickened at all the attention my naked body was receiving. My cock throbbed and a dollop of precum formed at the tip of my penis. Then I felt Kaley prodding at my anus, opening it.

“Tight little thing,” she commented as she pushed a finger into me, “He’s like a virgin. Have you ever opened him up with dildos or anal plugs?”

“No,” replied Kate from across the room, “That’s the sort of thing that’s normally done by men to their male slaves.”

“Well, I’m a woman, and I’ve asked Dave repeatedly if he’d let me play with his asshole. And as nice as Dave’s butt is, your slave’s butt is even sexier.”

My heart pounded in my ears and my legs trembled as these women objectified me and treated me as their naked plaything. I was utterly without will or dignity. They pinched my nipples, fondled my legs and ass, stroked my cock and one of them rubbed her thumb across the tip and wiped off my precum. Then she raised her thumb up to my lips and ordered me to take the thumb into my mouth and suck my own juices.

“He’s remarkably well behaved and obedient,” said another woman.

The tip of my cock was pinched, and my ass was smacked. The women gathered around to admire the pink handprints on my fair skin. Then, one by one, the women lined up so they could all have a turn leaving stinging handprints on my naked bottom.

“Would you like to put him over your knee?” Kate asked Kaley. “He has a high tolerance for pain. You could turn his ass red if you wanted.”

Kate knew exactly the sorts of things that turned me on, and she was deliberately pushing the bride and her bridesmaids into doing the sorts of things that would excite me the most. God, I loved her for that. I felt feverish and my stomach was full of butterflies as I waited to hear Kaley’s response.

Then Melissa stepped forward and boldly declared, “If anybody is going to bend him over and spank his pretty ass it’s going to be me!”

Melissa then dragged an armless chair to the middle of the room and sat down on it. She gave me an expectant look and said, “Well, come on, pretty boy! I can’t spank your cute ass while you’re standing way over there!”

Kate ordered me to go over Melissa’s lap. I walked over, fell to my knees in front of Melissa and stretched my naked body across her lap. My swollen cock rubbed against the denim fabric of her jeans, and I worried that the friction of my cock against her hard thighs might cause me to reach climax while I was being spanked.

This was all new to me. Kate and I had only tried passing me off as a slave once before. Although Kate had smacked my ass sometimes as foreplay, I’d never received a serious spanking, and I was worried that I might not be able to take punishments as well as a good slave should. My arms and shoulders trembled as I waited to Melissa to abuse my defenseless, naked butt.

My cock throbbed achingly as it was pressed between my abdomen and Melissa’s thighs, and then I felt Melissa pressing something cold and hard against my anus.

“When I’m done spanking you, beautiful boy, I’m going to fuck that tight, virginal ass of yours,” Melissa informed me.

To me, there was something about having my asshole violated that felt far more decadent and demeaning than being spanked. My heart sped up at the thought of being anally raped by Melissa and I thought about protesting, but then her hand came down on my ass with surprising force. There was a loud CRACK and I tensed up at the sudden stinging sensation.

“Ow! Ow! OW! AAAHHH!”

Again and again, Melissa spanked my poor bottom. I bit my lower lip and tried not to cry out in pain, but it was a herculean effort. With each swat, the stinging became more and more intense.

Then, Melissa paused for a few seconds and said, “I want you to arch your back and raise your ass up high for me. Show me that you want this.”

It seemed like an impossible request, but somehow, I did as she asked. I arched my back and presented my bottom, making it a much more vulnerable target.

“That’s my pretty boy,” Melissa said, praising me for my obedience, and then she resumed her wicked labors and vigorously spanked my bottom until it was a riot of scalding hot pain.

My head was swimming, and my blood was surging with the most intense sensations I’d ever experienced. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel sexual arousal this intense! My body was racked with sobs and my face was wet with tears, but I was feverish with desire and my cock was so hard that it ached.

I reveled in my feelings of helplessness and subjugation as Melissa began to spank the underside of my bottom and the backs of my thighs. My flesh there was deliciously sensitive, and the swats stung much more furiously when she spanked me there.

Melissa’s friends cheered her on and shouted out words of encouragement as I squirmed across her lap and cried out in pain. I flinched and recoiled from the blows and tears welled up in my eyes and dripped wetly down my face.

I squirmed and sobbed in a firestorm of pain as Melissa mercilessly assaulted my innocent bottom with her strong right hand. I’m sure I put on quite a show for Melissa’s friends as I twisted and writhed in a shameless manner, swinging my hips and calling attention to my rapidly reddening ass.

The spanking abruptly stopped and one of Melissa’s hands rested on the small of my back. Then, I heard the wicked woman say, “Joseph, keep your ass raised up. You want it to make an inviting target, don’t you?”

My voice was ragged from sobbing and crying out in pain, but somehow I managed to choke out a, “Yes, Mistress,” in response and raise my hips and my abused buttock up high, so they’d be easier for Melissa to spank.

Before she resumed spanking my poor buttocks, Melissa grabbed my ass with one hand and kneaded my sore, tender flesh.

“Could one of us spank him now?” Sanaa asked, “I think it would be deliciously poetic if I got to punish a white slave.”

I could see Sanaa’s point. In America, white people kept black people as slaves for hundreds of years. Sanaa was a black woman and I’m sure she’d get some sort of satisfaction from being able to abuse a white slave.

“Sorry, but I’m enjoying his cute little butt too much to share him right now,” Melissa replied, and suddenly there was a flurry of stinging blows on the backs of my thighs.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” I screamed without a trace of resistance or dignity. My naked body bounced and writhed across Melissa’s lap. I sobbed and felt utterly undone, but then something amazing happened.

I embraced my feelings of helplessness utterly and fell into a trancelike state. The pain that I felt seemed to flood my helpless body and gather intensely in my painfully swollen cock. The throbbing pain in my backside felt exquisite and my entire being was suffused with a rush of delicious, joyful sensations.

Was it living a life of wealth, privilege, leisure and comfort that caused me to crave humiliation, abuse and subjugation? I wasn’t certain. I wasn’t a psychiatrist, I had no idea how intense psychological needs were formed, but as I lay naked across Melissa’s lap and felt the intense sting of her strong hand across my ass and the backs of my thighs, I knew that I needed this. My need to be treated like an object, to be ogled, sexually abused and punished was now an intrinsic part of me. It wasn’t something I would ever be able to give up. This was an integral part of my life now.

All complications in my life just seemed to bleed away. It was as if Melissa and I were the only people in the universe and all that mattered was the pain that the cruel Melissa was inflicting on my naked, helpless body, the pain that was both deliciously sweet and agonizing at the same time. Nowadays I like to refer to this as the “slave’s high”, similar to the runners high, but for slaves who are experiencing a high from enduring harsh punishments.

Eventually, the spanking stopped, and Melissa complimented me on taking my punishment so well.

“You never fell off my lap or tried to protect your bottom with your hands, Joseph. I’m proud of you.”

My parents had given me many expensive gifts over the years, including a Mercedes-Benz AMG GT, however, I had never treasured any of those gifts more than I treasured Melissa’s praise for how I remained on her lap and willingly accepted the harsh punishment she meted out.

My eyes had welled up with tears and my vision was blurry, but when Melissa pulled me off her lap and looked me in the eyes, she seemed like the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.

“You’ve been very good, Joseph,” Melissa assured me as she wiped away my tears with a gentle hand brushing across my face, “however, I did promise to fuck that tight, virginal hole of yours, and I’m the sort of woman who keeps her promises.

I nodded as if to communicate that I understood the necessity of fucking my tight hole. It was the sort of thing that happened to slaves, right? A male slave couldn’t expect his anus to be unviolated, especially when a dominant female had promised to take his anal virginity.

Kate ordered me to assume the wall position and I made my way across the room on shaky legs, still trembling from my brutal spanking and leaned forward against one of the walls with my arms straight, hands pressed flat against the wall and my legs far apart. This shaming pose left me completely exposed and presented my ass prominently, which left me vulnerable for anal impalement.

“He has such a cute ass,” one of the women commented.

“I love how smooth and hairless he is back there,” another said. “All men should be shaved or waxed. It makes their skin so much more touchable.”

“And the way his anus and genitals are so exposed, makes him so much sexier!”

A woman grabbed my ass with both hands and spread my buttocks apart, further exposing my vulnerable anus. Of course, my ass was agonizingly sore from my recent spanking, so when her hands grasped my buttocks, my intense waves of pain broke out and I gasped and broke out in a fresh shedding of tears.

Another woman gathered up a large blob of lubricant and worked the cold oily substance into the furrow between my buttocks and rubbed it into the delicate, pink flesh of my anus.

I felt a sudden, intense sensation of panic and helplessness as my anus was touched and my feelings of helplessness redoubled when an insistent finger pushed forward and speared its way into my ass.

“Aaahhh,” I gasped as I was impaled. Several of the women commented on how I squirmed as my anus was violated. Then they laughed at my reactions as the finger wriggled around inside of my ass, finding sensitive nerve endings I hadn’t even realized existed.

“He’s virginal,” another woman commented, “It’s going to be fun, seeing if we can fit this large dildo up his ass.”

The dildo in question was eight inches long and three inches around, about the size of my own cock, and I would have been willing to wager that there was no way it could possibly fit in my ass, however, Melissa greased up the shaft of the imposing phallus and prepared to work it into my tight, virginal hole.

I had lived a privileged life, devoid of purpose or meaning, somehow, I felt I deserved this sort of ordeal. I deserved to suffer, if for no other reason than to shed my feelings of detachment and dispassion

With my legs spread wide and my buttocks pried apart, the lubricated head of the dildo was pressed against my vulnerable anus. I felt cold terror as my ass was raped. and I could feel the tight barrier of my sphincter being forced open. I felt both exited and terrified as the foreign object was gradually pushed inside of me.

My feelings of fear and helplessness as the thick phallus was pushed deeper into my rear channel were delicious. I embraced those feelings and panted as the women worked the monster cock into my ass. After a great deal of initial resistance, my sphincter muscle gave way completely and eight long inches of cock finally burrowed its way into my virginal ass.

“Oh my God,” Mary enthused, “It’s all the way inside him!”

I moaned as the massive thing stretched me wide open. It felt so unnatural inside of me. It made me feel utterly owned and controlled and submissive. Perhaps that’s what the women were hoping for. It probably gave them a sensation of power to do this to a man.

_ _

The next morning, Kate announced she was taking me for a walk, but first I had to be prepared so that I looked and felt appropriately enslaved.

“That lady did an excellent job spanking your ass,” Kate explained, “She got it nice and red, but her handprints have all faded. Before I take you outside, I want to get your ass all red again.”

“Kate, is that really necessary?” I asked, sounding petulant and whiny.

“It’s part of the image we want to create,” Kate responded, “A slave isn’t just someone who’s allowed to display their naked body in public. They’re people who are constantly punished and subjected to cruel discipline. Without some handprints or whip marks on that cute ass, you don’t really look the part.”

I reluctantly agreed and eventually went over Kate’s lap for a harsh spanking. My submissive instincts kicked in and I felt both excited and terrified about the painful punishment Kate was going to inflict on my exposed buttocks.

My bottom was raised up and indecently on display. This was a very intimate position, something that makes spankings deliciously erotic in addition to being painful and deliberately demeaning. My hard cock was pressed into Kate’s firm thighs as I lay across her lap and my naked bottom was shamelessly on display.

“Christoph, you are so cute,” my girlfriend enthused as her fingertips explored my buttocks, “And your round, taut bottom looks so adorable framed between your slender waist and your dancer’s legs. I am so lucky.”

Her fingertips began at the divide where the bottom of my buttocks met the tops of my thighs. She traced lines across that area, caressing the undersides of my buttocks before probing the tight furrow between my bare cheeks. Lying naked across Kate’s lap, making my bottom vulnerable to her was a very debasing and humiliating pose, and being vulnerable and humiliated gave me a wicked sort of sexual thrill.

“Arch your back and flex your legs,” Kate said, “Lift your butt higher. It’ll look sexier that way.”

I did exactly what Kate said, flexing my legs and arching my back. I wondered exactly what my naked hindquarters looked like from her perspective. Then I wondered how much longer I would have to wait until she began to spank my innocent, bare bottom. I didn’t have long to wonder.

I held that position for perhaps a second or two, then Kate’s hand cracked down on my unprotected bottom with amazing force, and I bit back on a gasp of surprise and pain.

My bottom was still sore from the spanking Melissa had given me, so Kate’s spanking began to sting with the very first blow, and blow stung my innocent flesh more than the blow that preceded it. I kicked my legs in a fruitless and ineffectual attempt to deal with the constant smarting blows from Kate’s relentless right hand.

The stinging pain doubled and redoubled as my girlfriend spanked my poor buttocks with a sort of ingenious cruelty that she’d never shown me before.

The more pain Kate subjected me to, the more helpless and dominated I felt. And as my feelings of helpless increased, the more intensely aroused I felt.

Then, Kate began to spank the delicious territory where the backs of my thighs met up with the curve of my buttocks. I was much more sensitive there, and the cracks of her hand stung much more vividly. It was intense and agonizing, but I craved the feelings of helplessness and surrender that came from suffering.

When the spanking was finally over, my bottom was throbbing with pain, and I was soaked in sweat. The stinging assault on my naked body had left me feeling drained and exhausted.

My backside was a riot of stinging pain and I had been reduced to great, racking sobs and free flowing tears. All my dignity had been stripped away, which I welcomed. I didn’t want any dignity or feelings of authority. I wanted to be debased and degraded and subjugated. I wanted to be reduced to being a conquered, naked slave with no pride or self-respect. I wanted to be owned and used, with no hope of resisting.

“Your ass is bright red now, Christoph,” my girlfriend assured me, “When we go out in public, your sore ass will be like a neon sign calling people’s attention to the fact that you’re a naked slave, to be ogled, objectified and abused.”

The spanking Kate had delivered left me feeling emotionally and physically exhausted as well as defeated and robbed of my dignity, however, Kate decided to keep pushing the envelope and robbed me of my dignity even further.

“On the floor,” Kate demanded, “On your hands and knees, head down, ass up in the air, knees far apart.”

It was a shaming pose that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable, but I soon learned there was more to it than that.

Kate reached into a shopping bag and pulled out a few items. My head was down on the floor, so I had difficulty seeing them, but I eventually realized Kate had a bottle of anal lubricant and an anal plug of disconcerting size.

“This goes in your ass,” Kate said, holding up the anal plug, “The tip will press directly against your prostate gland and there’s a high-tech gizmo inside of it that makes it pulse and stimulate your libido. When I take you out in public this morning, this thing will be buzzing away inside of you, making it impossible for your cock to get soft.”

A powerful feeling of dread overtook me, and my heart pounded insistently in my chest, however, I had told Kate that I wanted to feel humiliated and helpless. I just hoped that being naked in public with that this pulsing inside of me wasn’t more than I could handle. I could imagine me having a panic attack as dozens of people gaping at me while an electronic device pulsing inside of me and drove me closer and closer to orgasm.

Kate snapped on some latex gloves and with my head down, I felt cold, greasy lubricant applied to my anus as my girlfriend worked her fingers between my buttocks. I let out an involuntary gasp as her fingers opened me up and speared my anus. A potent feeling of helplessness gripped me as my anus was opened and explored.

“You’re too tense,” Kate insisted, “Relax your sphincter muscle. The plug is a lot bigger than my fingers, and it’s gonna hurt going in if you don’t loosen up.”

I was naked and in a demeaning pose as Kate fingered my anus. My legs trembled and I whimpered, however, I tried to follow Kate’s instructions and soon felt the silicone plug sliding into me. Per my girlfriend’s instructions, I tried to relax my anus and I felt the plug go deeper, then the narrower base of the plug slipped inside and seated.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” she said imperiously, “Soon you’ll be ready to go outside, and I can show off my naked slave to the locals.”

Kate removed the latex glove and then picked up a small touchscreen device. She tapped some options on the screen and then I felt the plug inside me begin to pulse.

“Aaaahhhh,” I gasped.

“I can vary the type of pulse it sends to your prostate,” my girlfriend informed me, “The one that’s going on right now is pretty aggressive. It should have an immediate and noticeable effect on your cock.”

My legs trembled and I panted as the pulsing inside me stirred my loins. It didn’t take long before my cock began to twitch. It throbbed urgently and soon my cock was so swollen and erect that it ached.

“Okay, I’m gonna change the settings now,” Kate said when my cock was desperately throbbing and obscenely erect.

Kate tapped more options on the screen of his device and the pulsing coming from the anal plug changed. There were still waves of desire emanating from deep within me, however, they weren’t as extreme.

“I started you off at level six,” Kate explained, “If I had left it there, you probably would have ejaculated all over the floor within a minute or two. I set it down to level three. That should keep you hard for the next few hours without forcing you to climax.”

I gasped as I realized just how cruel this was going to be. I was naked, my cock was painfully erect, throbbing and I was going to be kept on the edge of orgasm for three hours by this device deep within my ass.

Before we left the hotel room, Kate bound my wrists behind my back and my wrist restraints were connected to the back of my slave collar by a short chain. The way I was bound meant that I couldn’t use my hands to cover my nudity or protect myself if Kate decided to smack my already tender backside.

As Kate and I made our way down to the hotel lobby, we shared an elevator with two women who were dressed in tank tops, leggings and running shoes. Their attire looked smart and respectable compared to my shameless nudity.

“Dear God!” Exclaimed the woman in the white tank top. “Your bottom is all red! What happened?”

Both the smartly dressed women focused their gazes on my sore buttocks and I felt much more naked than before under their intense scrutiny.

Before I could formulate a response, Kate spoke up and casually replied, “I spanked him.”

“Why?” Inquired the woman clad in royal blue leggings and a coordinating top. “I seriously doubt he did anything to deserve it.”

“He has a cute butt. That’s all the reason I need.”

The two women were aghast that slaves could be punished so casually, however, Kate held to the position that the whole reason for owning a slave is so they can be degraded, sexually abused and subjected to cruel punishments.

“I have a younger brother who looks a lot like this young man,” the woman in royal blue spandex said, “I would be horrified if somebody spanked him, like this poor boy has been spanked.,”

“Well, then,” Kate replied to the appalled woman, “do your best to make sure younger brother never becomes a slave.”

Out on the streets of Fair Oaks, I felt even more naked and exposed. It was early Saturday morning, and I assumed most of the residents of the suburban neighborhood would still be in bed, but as Kate walked me past single family homes and green, well-maintained lawns, I caught sight of young people jogging, old women tending to their gardens and a diverse group of men and women walking their dogs.

There were several humiliating aspects of being marched nude through the suburban neighborhood. My sexual arousal was clearly visible, as also were the dozens of red handprints across her buttocks from my recent spanking.

People would stop what they were doing so they could gaze intently at my nudity. Joggers seemed to be especially interested in viewing my exposed anatomy and would jog closer to get a better look.

Some of the joggers were bold enough to approach Kate and ask her questions about me. They seemed to be enamored with my exceptionally erect cock. Even the male joggers were fascinated by it. I felt uncomfortable with their obsessive looks and felt an urge to use my hands to cover it from their view, but the restraints that bound my wrists made that impossible.

Of course, the young men and women who approached Kate had no idea that there was a device hidden up my rectum that was forcing me to experience wave after agonizing wave of desire. They saw my tumescent cock and may have wondered how I managed to keep erect and throbbing for so long, but they had no idea the torment Kate was putting me through with her wicked device.

My balls felt heavy, and I struggled not to moan or whimper as the device inside of me manipulated my libido and kept me wickedly right on the edge of an intense orgasm without granting me relief. I felt feverish and my cock throbbed and stood straight up, hungry for some direct physical contact.

I was a young man from a wealthy, respected family, accustomed to having servants and working-class people cater to me. Being humiliated and forced to exhibit my naked body for total strangers in a public place was an ordeal like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Kate marched me nude past people’s homes, allowing scores of people to stare at me with intense scrutiny. This caused me to experience feelings of helplessness and degradation as well exciting me.

Kate was friendly and approachable and whenever one of the locals attempted to engage her in conversation, she was more than willing. She would stop and chat with men and women, which was humiliating for me as I had to stand there naked with my hard cock conspicuously on display. Inevitably whomever Kate was engaged with would start to comment on my indecently exposed body, which would usually lead to them touching and examining me in the middle of the street.

It was shaming, but in a bizarre way it was also liberating. I was feeling emotions far more intense than I ever dreamed possible. I was experiencing life from a completely different and far more delicious perspective than I ever had as a pampered and respected heir to a family fortune. I felt more alive naked and exposed on those public streets than I had ever felt as a spoiled playboy.

One of the people who chatted with Kate was a tall, stunning woman named Ann. Ann wore running shoes, bike shorts and a t-shirt that had seen so many washings that the original color had faded. Ann had impressive thigh and calf muscles and I assumed that she was some sort of dancer or sprinter.

“May I touch him?” Ann asked and of course Kate graciously said she could.

Ann smoothed her hand up and down my abdomen, commenting on the impressive definition of my abs. Of course, her hand didn’t remain there and gradually slid down my body until she had her hand around the base of my cock.

“He’s so smooth and hairless down here,” Ann commented, “Is he shaved or waxed?”

My cock twitched as the anal device pulsed inside of me and stimulated my prostate. Kate smiled at my obvious humiliation at being publicly exposed and fondled by strangers, then she explained to Ann that I was shaved.

“You did a good job shaving him,” Ann replied as she moved her hand down to cup my balls, lifting them up slightly, “but waxing would be better. It rips the hairs out by the roots, and it takes weeks for them to grow back.”

“Rips the hairs out by the roots?” Kate asked, “That sounds painful.”

“Oh, it is, but I’m sure your slave is no stranger to pain. I mean, just look at how red his bottom is! It must have stung like angry hornets when he got his ass reddened.”

It turned out that Ann had worked in a beauty salon when she was younger. She’d done Brazilian waxes on both men and women, and she offered to wax me the next time I began to sprout pubic hair. She continued to palm my scrotum as she and Kate exchanged phone numbers and worked out the details for my impending Brazilian wax.

Ann walked away and Kate pulled on my leash, dragging me further into the neighborhood. The longer I was led naked through the charming neighborhood, the more people appeared on the streets. I was a magnet of sorts, attracting people, drawing them out of their homes and transforming them into avid spectators.

What began as a small trickle of people turned into a flood. I became surrounded at some point with college-age, teenagers, both male and female closing in on me to grab me forcefully, cupping my balls, squeezing my buttocks, pinching my nipples or slapping my erect cock.

A middle-aged woman smacked my sore, reddened buttocks and told me what a bad boy I was. One woman loudly proclaimed how she would like an hour alone with me to make me behave.

A young man in running shorts squeezed my sore buttocks and asked if I’d ever been fucked in the ass. He generously offered to educate me on exactly what it felt like. I squirmed, my eyes welled up with tears and I felt a burst of panic as I was surrounded, fondled, pinched and slapped. I surrendered to my feelings of terror and helplessness and the more I succumbed to it, the more it felt right.

I had spent most of my life being spoiled by wealth, behaving irresponsibly and having too many casual sexual relationships. That life left me feeling empty, unfulfilled and emotionally numb. But something about being naked on a public street, surrounded by fully clothed people who abused my sore buttocks and ogled my naked body or reached out and grabbed intimate parts of my anatomy made me feel as if I had accomplished something important. Yes, I was naked, and my thighs and buttocks burned with stinging pain and there was a terrible pulsing in my engorged cock, but I experienced a strange, dark delight in being abused and ogled and objectified by these people. It felt somehow as if this was what I had been born for.