1 comments/ 32602 views/ 2 favorites Weekend Valkyries By: gmikeisbad Once again I was trolling through adult classifieds search results when I came across this ad: "Sydney Ladies club seeks male assistants for the weekend..." I had to read the ad a few times to make sure it wasn't just wishful dyslexia... This ad was in the "Other" section of a same sex social networking site so I was a little unsure as to what kind of assistance they were looking for. I clicked on the ad and read the body: - can't find it now -- must have been taken down - this is what I remember of it: New Motor cycle club seeks Male helpers to facilitate club activities and generally serve the needs of club members.... ...tryouts will be held on Thursday night between 7pm and 8.30pm.... There was some other stuff... like uniform and temporary joining fee of $40.00 cash payable on entry.... Etc OK, I may have been wishfully reading into it but still I was gob smacked. I mean, I was thinking... A club full of girl bikers looking for weekend boy toys? Sometimes relentless internet searching does pay off I guess. I didn't even think this could be a scam, I just fired off the email with a head shot to book my place and got a reply minutes later with an address out near the airport and a 7.03pm appointment. Thursday rolled around and I packed up everything at work early so I could get home to shower and shave again before heading off. I arrived at the address, an empty bus depot. I felt a little embarrassed and sheepishly looked around for another option in case I had botched up the address. Just then a red arrow appeared on the road. It was shaking a little, clearly one of those laser pointer things. I walked toward it and followed as it moved up the street. Half way up the block it disappeared and the rear door of a commercial space opened up. I stepped into a very small dimly lit room and the door closed behind me. Hanging on the wall was a white stretch cotton boxer bodysuit with a note: Take off your shoes, socks, watch, wallet, and clothes into locker number 2. Then put on the bodysuit. I took off my clothes and shoes. When I put them in the locker they slid down and out the back. I turned to see a side door open as I closed the locker and then was blinded by a camera flash. The door closed again to the distant sound of several woman laughing. I quickly put on the white cotton bodysuit and started lacing it up when the door opened again. I closed the buckles on the bodysuit and noticed there was no visible way to open them again. A bright red light in the next room was pointed in my face and the door closed behind me. A women standing under the light handed me a clipboard and a red sharpie and said Sign here. Holding out her red fingernailed finger to the clipboard. I took the pen still dazzled by the lights I could see it was a photocopy on dark blue paper but in the bright red light could not see what exactly. I signed in the box at the bottom and as my eyes adjusted I could see the top of the paper had a copy of a Polaroid of me naked in the change room next to a copy of my drivers license. Before I had a chance to protest the board and pen were snatched away and I was directed to walk past the lights and wait to the left. I walked through a doorway into a large factory floor space and stood next to another man looking embarrassed in a white cotton bodysuit. Three more cheers and bouts of laughter a few minutes apart preceded three more Tryboys as we were being referred to coming in to be lined up. The five of us just stood there in the corner of the large high ceiling hall. As I looked around I could see along one side of the big room, a very large trampoline with a clear plastic sheet underneath, a large mirrored table and blue blow up pool. Spotlights from a stage shone on our faces and I could not clearly see the others or the women but I could hear quiet talking and laughing. A tie down strap looped over me and pulled me up on to my toes as it pinned my arms to my sides. I could see the shadow of a short but shapely woman walk down the line behind us. I felt a soft football helmet pull over my head and I could see in the shadow two long floppy ears attached to the sides. Over the a load speaker I heard "Legs apart!" Less than a second passed before I heard the man on my left make a muffled cry followed quickly by myself and the others as the short lady took to our balls one at a time with a rubber crop. At the end of the line she said: "You get your instructions once." She peeled off a sticker and said to the man on my left. "You are Dachshund, what are you?" Another thwack to Dachshunds balls before asking again "What are you?" and he replied: "I am Dachshund." And another thwack, "I am Dachshund. Ma'am!" - said the Lady with the crop He quickly confirmed: "Yes Ma'am. I am Dachshund" Another groan but I didn't know why just then. Next it was my turn, "You are Poodle, what are you?" -- instructed the crop lady. I said, "I am Poodle" and got a thwack to the balls to remind me -- Ma'am. The other three were named "Toy", "Corgi", and "Schnauzer". We all got a doggie name sticker slapped onto the side of our butt cheek, to golf claps from the other women on a stage behind lights somewhere to our left. We were told that we would play some games and the winners would be servants for the weekend. The other Tryboys could apply again next week if they wanted. I looked down at my aching crotch to see red lip stamps from the shorter ladies crop -- it had a red stamp in the end. I wanted to cup them for comfort but the tie down had my arms securely pinned to my sides. The first game of the night was referred too as "Whirlpool". Above the blow up pool were two ropes and a stepladder at each end outside the pool. The pool had a shallow layer of foamy water. The rules were explained; Each Tryboy had to swing from one rope to the other, step onto the step ladder and wait for the next game. If they missed the ladder they had to get out the end they came in and wait at the back of the line to try again. No points or time limits were mentioned. I was first in line. From the top of the stepladder I could see some women standing behind the spotlight and the little red light of one with a video camera. The crop lady pulled the first rope toward me. As she pulled the rope wound up. I took the rope handle and swung out. I spun around backwards on my first swing so I decided to swing back until the rope unwound a little more so I could see the jump to the next rope. It spun faster. Five or six revolutions later I was dizzy but it slowed down enough for me to try. As I spun around and swung closer I felt like I was swinging crooked. I tried to correct and just got more off course. I was loosing strength in my arms so made an attempt and caught nothing but air and fell ass first into the warm pink foam. Laughter ensued. As I climbed out I noticed that the white cotton boxer bodysuit was now pink and transparent. One after the other all of us swung and missed to hoots and cheers from the unseen women (and one of the other guys). The second time through the ropes weren't wound up and I caught the other rope first time. My wet hands slipped straight off and I fell in the pink foam again, as did all the others. With less laughter, but more applause this time. Third time through the rope in the middle was knotted by the crop lady and I made it across. Schnauzer, next after me, was the only one who did not make it the third time, was taken away. The four of us now pink wet and translucent faced "Trample". A large trampoline had the middle of the mat removed and replaced with thick clear plastic sheet. The sheet was slightly cone shaped. Above the tramp', there were three dog chew toys. We all slid into the middle and started sitting back to back. The short lady said on the whistle to reach up for a chew toy. She blew the whistle and I tried to stand and with still wet feet slipped back down. Someone stood on my chest as I slid to the middle and he pulled one of the toys releasing a bucket of water on us all. The rope pulled him up two meters or so out of the way. The rest of us slipped and slid struggling just to stand. I slipped over; as my face pressed into the plastic sheet I saw a laptop and web cam underneath. I got to my feet and to the second toy and was pulled up to dangle wet and soapy above the other two Tryboys. I could here splashing and struggling and after a few seconds one more joined us dangling and dripping in the spotlight. The next game "The Thrust cart", was a backwards tricycle with no seat. It had knee rests either side of the rear wheel. Above the small two front wheels were short handles. A plank was hinged so that pushing forward on it with the groin pushed the peddles and each turn of the peddles pushed it back again. So one thrust turned the tricycle wheel half way round. The Other two went first and I could hear cheers and groans as they made their way around the track. I just hung in the air until it was my turn. I was lowered onto the cart and my knees were strapped in. "Lean forward". Was my first instruction and: "Bite the sausage". My only other. As I let go of the rope I fell backwards and the short crop Lady had to help right the cart. I lent forward almost on all fours after that. Moving the cart meant thrusting the plank forward and quickly moving myself back out of the way to avoid getting hit on its return. Kneeling on the cart each of my bunny rabbit sex thrusts crushed my balls and drew: ...'oh's and 'arh's from the crowd. I steered the cart toward the ramp with a dildo hanging above it and got a good run up. About half way up I ran out of speed and slowed. I made a few quick thrusts that quite hurt then the cart stalled and rolled back down the ramp, slapping my balls repeatedly on the way down. I spun around at the bottom and got claps and cheers for the effort. I was too sore but tired to continue... I asked to stop. The crop Lady came over and said I could go... right after I got a bite of that sausage at the top of the ramp. I shook my head and she said: Yes Ma'am and took to my ass with the crop. I shouted "Yes Ma'am!" and she continued cropping me all the way up the ramp. I was thrusting so much I forgot to steer and I missed the dildo and rolled down the other side of the ramp. My balls caught another pounding and I locked the wheel to stop it. I was left on the cart while the other two played a game of "Table balls". On opposite ends of a mirrored table the two Try's played a game of table tennis. Hands bound, water pales on their heads and a bat tied around their neck so it hung in their crotch. Every missed ball added water to their pale. The crop Lady threw another ball in every few seconds so there were often three or four balls bouncing on the low-mirrored table at once. At the end of the game I was wheeled to laundry chute and slid down a slide into the gutter outside. My clothes and things followed in a plastic bag. I got dressed in the dark industrial street. A note in the bag said If I wanted to try out again I would need to return to the bus depot in my "uniform" and nothing else next Thursday night at 7.03pm. To be continued... Weekend Valkyrie ending Sunday morning I woke up with the other guy's foot in my face. Someone had pushed our two mats together during the night. The square mats were only big enough to sleep curled up. I started to roll over and felt a huge tug on my balls followed by a sickening pain that froze me in a waking fright. I looked down to see a parachute ball stretcher on my balls with a long rubber band attached to the same kind of stretcher on the other subject still asleep. He woke too and quickly rolled away grabbing his balls and yanking on the connection with an "Ugh!" I had no choice but to jump over on top of him to relive to tension on the stretched rubber band. I straddled him my head to his feel and our balls came together. My ass in his face, for him a little better than the alternative. I heard the "bip-beep click" of a digital camera and looked up to see the Lady with the camera smiling beside the digital video cam on the tall tripod again. She said "Naughty boys, you should have stuck to your work instead of poking around on our website, well... you'll learn." I reached down to try to fee my balls and touched the other guy. He slapped my hand away and gave us both a whack to remember. The Lady with the camera put her foot on my ass pressing our junk together. "Silly boys, now grab each others ankles and pretend to have sex and I'll let you out." Instructed the camerawoman as she snapped away jiggling my ass cheek with her foot. I felt the other guy grab my ankles so I did the same and we made corny thrusts and groans. I couldn't see but it felt like the other guy was getting a hard on. I had morning wood too so... I don't know, I didn't feel like looking to check. The woman with the camera said "More, deeper, louder..." as she took more snaps and spun our mat around to put as side on and repositioned the video camera. She continued; "Now suck those toes" ...and we did. More woman came out to watch. One of them climbed on to the Jesters stocks while she watched. I am not gay but simulating sex for a group of leering women was really turning me on. I think the other guy was too. The women mocked and taunted until one grabbed my arms and spun me around face to face with the other guy. She hooked a long hoop padlock around our collars and told us to go and make the breakfast. Getting up was a struggle. I couldn't bend back to let the other guy... ...lets call him "Bob", to lean forward off his back. We rolled around sideways and through some more ball yanking and nose rubbing and his teeth in my mouth few times we got into a position of me kneeling on top and him kneeling facing me and we slowly raised up off the mats to cheers, whistles and clapping from the women. We walked sideways into the kitchen, Bobs and my footsteps in time. Someone was moving around the kitchen behind me as I looked through the cupboards. I found some cereal and put out some bowls. Bob opened the draw to get the spoons and we moved in opposite directions slapping our faces together as the long padlock on our collars pulled taught. One of the bowls went missing and so I another out. Bob and I carried the cereal out into the big room and set them on the table. We had to make extra trips for the milk, sugar, OJ and spoons. When we came back he last time there was a bowl on the floor. The Lady with the camera had moved the video tripod and was taking stills regularly. She pointed to the bowl on the floor and another woman daintily bent down and filled it with dry cornflakes. Neither of us had eaten much over the last two day and the smell of food was like torture. All the women picked up their bowls and munched away while Bob and I slowly lowered ourselves into a face to face kneel with his thigh between my legs and mine between his. Carefully we lent down sideways toward the bowl on the floor and tried to scoop up some cereal in our mouths. I managed to get a mouth full and we took turns one face in one out until we had eaten almost all the way to the bottom, our faces covered in cornflakes and saliva. The Jester came in and unlocked the padlock around our collar and mimed a bite action for the rubber band joining our balls. I bend down in a kneel but I just couldn't get the band into my mouth. Bob moved around in a few positions and ended up repeating the same actions as me. All the while the video camera rolled and more stills taken. A few minutes of pointless trying was stopped when we were lifted up and directed to clear the breakfast plates. We could move a little freer and managed to yank on the band several times during the clean up. After washing up we went down stairs for the morning hose down. As before the Jester soaped Bob and me at the same time. The women up above us watching from the railing seemed very pleased with our predicament. The Jester put on his Unitard. We finished our hose down and were led upstairs without our clothes. Bob's ankles were bound with the hoist strap and he was slowly lifted off the ground. I held his hands to stop him from falling forward and we wiggled and wrestled naked and wet in the big room for a minute or so before I realized the winch had stopped. Holding him up and keeping my balls next to his was a real struggle. The women seemed to loose interest when we found a position that stopped the tugging. The winch started again and Bob went upside down. Our balls lined up, his hands on the ground. Again a pause for a few minutes and again the photographer moved around for some stills. Finally the winch started again and Bob rose up. The rubber band stretched taught pulling my balls up in the air and Bobs down. We both struggled to pull on the band with our wet hands. Our chests rubbing together as we grappled with the tight rubber band. Then I noticed Bob trying to bite the band. I did the same and the band broke with an almighty force. Bob and I were slapped hard and crippled by the pain. Rolling around on the ground in pain I could see Bobs balls swell up and turn purple-red. The Lady with the camera spun him around and took some more shots. The women left one at a time. Patting us both on the ass as they passed us cupping our balls for comfort. The Jester lowered the winch and we were put to work making another picnic lunch. Same as yesterday we were locked in the editing room, this time naked for the streaming webcam. I was assigned video editing and uploading duties again. Bob finished off the Xmas themed blowup lawn ornaments. When the women came home they had a trailer on the car. It had high caged sides with a merry Xmas from the Valkyries sign in fairy lights along the inside of the left cage side. The Jester took us in to make and serve dinner, still without any clothing on apart from dog collars holding our chores list and ball stretchers tight around our still swollen but slowly deflating purple-red balls, pinched into almost perfect spheres like baubles by the parachute stretchers. After dinner was on the table the Jester took us down stairs to the garage area and gave us the nylon blowup xmas decorations and motioned to us to put them on. It had been two days since I had said anything much more than "Yes ma'am" and it was starting to feel normal that women speak and men do not. We put on the oversized blow up lawn decorations and a lady stepped up on the trailer and beckoned us to follow. She took a stapler and closed the nylon suits around us. I was on all fours inside the reindeer, my hands on some short wood blocks in the front legs to keep me level but standing bent over. My face was popping out of the end of the head just in front of the antlers. Bob was kneeling inside the short little snowman and the Jester standing inside a green Xmas tree. Each of us looking out through swimming goggles sewn into the suits. As soon as we were stapled in someone got on the trailer behind us and I felt a wet feeling on my back. Another lady jumped onto the trainer and cut a hole in the suit between my legs but it was so baggy nothing showed. More wet feeling and a fizzing sound like over shaken coke. I felt my feet squashed with warm foam. The feeling quickly ran up my leg and I noticed that the women were mixing and pouring a yellowy brown liquid into the decorations we were in. Very quickly I felt the whole suit inflate around me in the shape of a reindeer as I was incased in expanding foam. Foam poured out of the face hole and my balls and cock and balls popped out from between the legs of the nylon reindeer as the nylon pulled tight. The foam squashed me as it expanded, filling out the animal shape completely. Quite a bit of extra foam came out and was wiped away. A red blinking nose was superglued on to my nose and a bridle with lots of bells went around my head with a very thick bit in my mouth. To top it off a bell bracelet was put around my cock and balls. I was thankful it wasn't lit up. The snowman got a very long carrot nose and black swimming goggles. His cock and balls pulled through a hole cut in his suit and a pink Xmas stocking tied on with red ribbon. The tree got wound up with a string of blinking LED lights. I heard the shaking of spray cans and with a shh-shh from coloured hairspray our faces got painted brownie-red, green and white to match the nylon suits. So there we were three human Xmas ornaments on the back of the little caged trailer. The cage sides went up we three got tied down and the woman piled into the car. It was still light out, about 7pm or so I guess and I could see a lot of cars pass us as we bounced along. Very few of them gave a second look. Some stared, some laughed, some passengers took pictures with their phones. None would have guessed there were three men in those inflated ornaments. We stopped at a beach with a lot of trees and grass but not many buildings. With what seemed like and endless amount of multipoint turns we parked. The women took three sides of the cage down and took some pictures in front of the Valkyries sign with an ocean backdrop. Taking turns to ride me, hug the snowman and hang Polaroid pictures and underwear on the tree. Lots of campy beach holiday poses for the camera in the sunset twilight. When we set off again, it was dark. We drove for a while, into the state park and down a long narrow road to a little town. Many houses had lights and we stopped out in front of the better ones for more snaps. We came to a carpark in a reserve of some kind and the trailer was unhitched. A lady hung some fruit around us and splashed something smelly around. With that the car drove off. We sat there for a long while. I could move inside the foam a little and tried to walk the reindeer suit. I could move the deer feet but not enough to get off the trailer. The bells around my balls jingled when I tried to move. I gave up. The silence was broken by other cars passing then some people walking home... ...then after another pause some light hoof steps and a very bad smell. I was facing away from the low side of the trailer so I couldn't see what it was but something climbed on and the trailer rocked. A few moments... then more. Deer, actual deer were in the trailer with us. I didn't even know there was any in Sydney. In the distance I heard laughter and the deer spooked. Half an hour or so later I heard our car come back. The trainer re-hitched we headed for home. I was relieved to make it back, the suit was getting very hot and itchy. One of the women put headphones on me with erotic Femdom audio. I listened happily for a few minutes. I didn't realize what a massive hard on I was getting and the women repositioned us so my cock was in the face of the snowman. They cheered and posed for more photos in the little garage under the main room of the clubhouse. The headphones came off and the bit came out of my mouth, a lady said "Tell me a fantasy... ...what would you like to do for your last hours here?" and pressed record on a Dictaphone. I told her I would like to have sex. "No! Silly boy, what kinky things would you like to do, or have done to you?" Cupping my balls and then ringing he bells by jiggling my hard on with the back of her hand. I told her about being a bunny on a paintball hunt and about trying electro ejaculation and some other things that I remember thinking would be good, but can't remember the details of. I really wanted sex. She moved on to the others when I ran out of ideas. I guess the others got the same treatment. A big pair of scissors cut the nylon suit and I was left in the foam shell with the blinking red nose still glued to my face. My clothes were neatly folded in front of me and the trailer was pushed out into the drive. A lady said, "Wriggle hard little ornaments, you want to be out of that foam and into your clothes before the sun comes up Monday morning." As she closed the roller door with us still in the driveway out the front of the clubhouse in full view of the street. Weekend Valkyries Ch. 02 I had a rough time last week and I didn't really get much out of it... but... I can't deny it was a thrill. When Thursday came around again I felt myself hurry to finish up my work and just seemed to get ready on autopilot. I parked my car at Sydenham station a few blocks from the side ally to the bus depot and hid my keys behind the front bumper before I set off along the road in nothing other than my cotton boxer bodysuit clutching my $40 as instructed. I was looking toward the buildings that had the games in last week but I didn't see any red arrow to guide me in this time. I got to back of the empty bus depot. With no shoes and no watch, I was standing in the middle of the industrial area with no activity around, I wondered what time it was. It seemed like about I had waited about a quarter of an hour when I got their note, so around 7.20 - 7.30pm I guess... The note from the Valkyries was tied to the end of a water balloon that hit me in the back of the head. I thought I saw a small pink car drive off but wasn't sure that was where it came from. It had a shopping list that would just about cover the money I had been told to bring I thought: Beer, cooking oil, flour, paper glue, toilet paper, poster paint, 3 trigger sprayers ...etc just a bunch of ordinary stuff. I could get it all at a supermarket. Happy to be on another adventure and without a thought to how I was dressed I set off to the mini supermarket in the petrol station a four blocks up the highway. I got progressively more cheers, whistles and car horns as I quickly walked along the dark footpath beside the highway, quite a sight I guess in the dying light of dusk for the shoppers driving home. I got the groceries first then crossed the road to the pub for beer at the bottle shop. I noticed the little red light of a DV camera. The woman standing on the corner was filming me as I walked into the bottle-o. On the way out she gestured me to walk to the well-lit car park behind the pub. The Lady with the camera walked me over to her little pink car and took my shopping bags. She gave me a Train ticket for the Gosford train to Hawkesberry River. I walked up to Sydenham station and got the train. It felt like more than hour on the train, but an excited feeling kept me going against growing nervousness. When I got off the train at Hawkesberry river station the video camera Lady met me and walked me down to a small aluminum boat. Camera running while it dangled from a lanyard around her neck. We traveled across the water to a small park with a jetty a few hundred meters away. There were a dozen or so statues and stone sculptures in a grassy field between the train tracks and the river shore. There was no light except for the jetty, the half platform of the train station and the odd passing intercity train. None seemed to stop at the little station in front of the sculpture park. The station had no road access or even any buildings on it. I was looking at the lights of the station when I felt a thin cloth hood cover the top of my head and face and two straws go up my nose. Without a word I was posed like a star jump and then mummy wrapped in toilet paper and sprayed all over with watery glue and sprinkled with flour. I could hear another boat arrive. There seemed to be a number of women's voices. I could feel string being tied at limbs and joints and I was repositioned a few times while more glue, paper and I think clay was added. I was slowly loosing outside sound as the -people- set about mummifying my whole body. I was sat on a big rock, right elbow on left knee, right fingers tied up under my chin. After a few minuets the glue started to set and I could feel it pulling on my skin. I tried to say something but my mouth and jaw were shut tight, a toot sound came out my nose straws but was ignored. I could feel hands all over me and hear muffles voices, excited giggling and the ever-softening 'sssh' of spray bottles and bip-beep of digital camera snaps. Another half an hour or so and I was completely immobilized. I could still feel the odd pressure here and there as more paper and clay were added and a brushing sound as layers were added to my head near my ears, but I couldn't hear voices or much of any outside sounds at all. Suddenly all the activity stopped and I could hear the low chug of a large boat go past, or maybe a diesel train? Then nothing for a while and another train for sure this time. I started to get worried because I had to go to work the next morning and it was almost certainly past 11pm at this point. I heard a woman say. "See you in a few hours boys." And shortly after than I heard very faint laughter and the boats leave. I struggled to get free but I was stuck fast. I thought for an hour or so "They will be back any second to free me and see the look an my face." I don't know how but I fell asleep for while and woke up to the feeling of cutting through my body cast. I got cheers as the hood came off my head and I stepped out of the body cast. On the ground in the early morning light it looked like "The thinker". My bodysuit had fused and ripped off with the cast the outline of my body was very clear. I was dazed and stark naked in the sculpture park as a train went past. It was just before sun rise and the video lady handed me a robe and a train ticket back to Sydenham. She packed up a few time laps cameras and other equipment into a big hard case before dropping me off at Brooklyn jetty. I got home in just enough time to shower and get to work. I checked my email and their was an invitation to be a "Subject of the Valkyries''". The instructions began that afternoon. To be continued... Weekend Valkyries Ch. 03 Being Friday afternoon a few days before Xmas, the shops very busy, so I had some trouble getting all the things on the Valkyries list. I managed to get the green, red, white and brown nylon cloth from a craft store called "Spotlight" along with the big curved sewing needles and fishing line and all the other small things around the mall. I didn't find any "PU foam" anywhere though and the hardware store guy didn't have any or know where I could get it other than suggesting an online store. I waited with my shopping outside Sydenham Station as instructed, a pink 1980s hatchback with an open vinyl roof pulled up in front of me. The hatch popped open so I put the bags in the back and a voice said, "Hurry up get in". I climbed into the back and closed the hatch pushing me down between the rear seat and the door. About 30 min later we arrived in a garage. The hatch did not open right away and I heard others get out of the car. One of the back seats opened after a few minuets and I was thrown a wrestling singlet. With some effort I got changed in the car and a hand reached in from the back and took my clothes and shoes. A minute or so later the hatch opened and I was lead upstairs by a woman, maybe the same one with the camera from yesterday. She placed a collar around my neck with a small thin clipboard and waterproof digital watch hung from it. Pinned to the clipboard was a laminated "Orders" list. First on the list was: "Cook dinner" and some instructions on where to find all the stuff. The rest of the list had an hour-by-hour itinerary of what to do over the weekend. I started to ask the young woman who had led me upstairs what I was cooking and got a slap in the face for my trouble. She turned the clipboard over pressing it into my nose to show me the rules on the back. Induction rules: 1. Subjects must raise their hand and wait to be called upon to ask a question. 2. Subjects may never talk amongst one another, and must answer only "Yes Ma'am", or "Please explain further Ma'am" to direct instructions. 3. Subjects must follow all instructions as quickly as possible. 4. Subjects may not eat or drink or visit the bathroom without permission from a member (see rule 1). 5. Subject may not look any Members in the eyes. 6. Subjects may not talk unless necessary to carry out an instruction. 7. During any conversation with any Member, the subject must kneel or lie face down. 8. Alcohol, telephone, cooked food or email is absolutely forbidden unless instructed. The Lady told me to read these aloud. So I did. She asked, "Do you understand?" I nodded. For that I got a knee to the groin. She pushed the rules in my face and said "Read these aloud Ten times and finish each rule with... 'Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am"! I started reading and she lead me into the kitchen and said, "Cook and read." as she pointed to an open cookbook. I started fixing dinner; the book was open at Chicken medallions and Caesar salad. I was cooking and repeating the rules I noticed a man in a Jester costume walk in to the open plan kitchen. I went to say hello and he gave me a big "Shhhh". As he put his finger to his mouth I noticed his wrist covered in noisy bells and his nails long and painted to match his suit. Around his neck was an electronic collar. My watch chime beeped and the Jester led me around the kitchen collecting plates and cutlery. I could see the outline of his lips and eyes were painted with a dark brown dye and he had a heart and a star on his cheek. We served the Valkyries dinner and then went to the kitchen and quickly ate the left over vegetables. The sound of my watch chime again and I was pushed into the main room by the Jester. The main room was very large with a concrete floor. At the back there were some tents and an over sized dolls house on the side. There was a dining table large TV and couch at the near end. After serving dinner another man in a wrestling singlet came out and turned on a big TV. I wanted to introduce myself and find out his name, but the 'no talking' rule seemed to be important. We played some wii games for about an hour while some woman sat around and chatted. Occasionally giving directions or cheers and sarcastic comments and jeers as they ate dinner and drank beer. As the women finished eating we collected up the plates and washed them off. The TV went off without warning and the other two walked quickly down stairs to the garage so I followed. Some of the woman looked over the raining and watched us. We collected some cleaning equipment, headed upstairs again, tidied up and wiped down all the tables and mopped the floors. The other two finished and went back down to the garage and all the women looked down over the railing. When I got down stairs the Jester lifted his arms and made a twirl with his finger. I raised my arms and began to turn when he started shooting me with icy cold foamy water from a high-pressure water gun. I shrieked in shock and the woman all clapped. After I was soaped up head to toe he handed me the gun and pointed to the other man. I soaped him up too and he in turn foamed the Jester. The Jester flipped a switch to water only and washed off my soap with a jet of water that felt like icy needles. And again we passed the hose around. As soon as he was soap free the jester stripped out of his unitard and hung it from a line in the garage. The other man did the same so I followed. As the jester pegged up his tights I noticed dark brown squiggles and writing all over him and they didn't wash off. The Jester grabbed two cleaning buckets and gave them to us. We all went upstairs and he led us wet and naked into the bathroom. As I followed him up the stairs I couldn't help looking at his skin, naked and wet. I could see some of the squiggles on his butt were signatures, some just insults like "Jokeboy" and "Pussyman"...etc All in permanent ink. The other man and I started cleaning the bathroom naked in our dog collars. The Jester locked himself into some stocks in the corner of the main room for the night. We finished the bathroom, a woman stopped us at the bathroom door with an expensive looking video camera with a big lens set up on a tripod opposite the doorway. The woman told us to grab the shower rail so we did and another woman came in with a large glass bowl that had been in the microwave earlier. We had mostly drip-dried by this point although my hair was still damp. The two women started at our armpits and worked their way down our bodies in a tight spiral. One dabbing on hot wax and the other tightly winding a very long cloth bandage all the way down, mummifying us from the chest down, waxing my male parts down flat. Then painting on wax and then bandage up the other leg. Finally our arms from bicep to the tips of the fingers bound together by the wax and cloth bandage in a diving position. We were walked (hopped) out into the large room where there were two straps hanging from the ceiling with a soft mat underneath. The loose ends of the cloth bandage at my hands were tied to one strap and the other was looped under my arms. An electric winch slowly pulled me up to the ceiling about 4M in the air. I dangled there for a second or two like a big orange-striped piñata before the winch released from under my arms and the cloth wrap pulled my hands up as I fell. I spun around very quickly as the wax ripped the hair from my arms. The pain and shock of falling and spinning was overwhelming. I let out a frantic squeal which shuddered as I spun. When my arms unraveled the cloth broke away pulling tight the wrap on my right leg. I flipped upside down and the wrap slipped off almost in one motion. My squeal changed to a scream as the wrap caught on my ankles. I dangled upside down for a few spins and I could see the other man trying to hop away but blocked by the two of the women. I spun around one way for a few seconds then back the other panting and whimpering and I felt the wrap slip off my foot and I spun around as my leg was stripped accelerating as it unwound. When the coil got past my knee I started spinning more horizontally then as it ripped off my ass and groin hair I lost the ability to speak. Gradually I flipped totally around and ended up spinning and falling feet first onto a matt on the floor. The woman who set up the video camera took some stills as I fell. The other three women watched and giggled a little but were mostly just wide eyed. The other man was struggling so he was asked if he would like to be shaved. He said "Yes Ma'am!" and that a woman from behind with a big grin on her face took a chunk of hair off his head with electric shears. He freaked out and fell over in panic. The same woman bent down and asked if he would like to take the wax of slowly and he said "Yes Ma'am." She pulled at his groin slowly until he shrieked in pain. She said "Are you ready for the spin yet?" He said in a quiet voice "Yes Ma'am." I guess he spun the same way I did, except for his whimpering which started even before he left the ground. The whimpering progressively got higher in pitch as he was hoisted up and dropped to a guttural "Ugh" when he was started spinning. I did not watch, the air moving over me when I moved stung so much it was hard not to cry. I tried to stay very still. His spin seemed to be much quicker but that might have been just adrenalin. The women walked off to their tents and the other man and I were left in the middle of the big room naked and near hairless, except for our heads and a thin candy cane like spiral down both legs and a little beard under our balls. I took one mat and put it against the wall and got some sleep. The other man was just sitting on his mat when I drifted off. Each hour the watch chimed and I woke a little startled. To be concluded... Weekend Valkyries Ch. 04 Valkyries part four (Saturday) I woke cold, with the clipboard and watch attached to my collar pressing into my naked chest. I glanced around to see the other man had curled up on his square mat beside mine. I looked across to where the Jester had gone the night before. It was an ergonomic chair that you have to kneel on. The stocks around his neck and hands were made from two tall thin tables hinged on one end and latched on the other, neck and hand holes cut from the sides and a cushion in front of his chin. A Lady with a big digital camera was stepping off the table and took my picture before giving me a wink and a sly smile unlocking the Jesters stocks. He had a raging hard on and was nodding in and out conscious from a lack of sleep I guessed. I had momentarily forgotten that I was naked in a dog collar and suddenly realized I had morning wood too. I rolled over to hide it exposing my freshly hairless ass. I wondered where all of this custom stuff came from and how a place like this could exist with just a few members. I was trying to follow the rules and not look the members in the eye so I think there were only four or five of them this weekend. My watch said 5am with a chime and the Jester woke and quickly walked over to usher my sleeping comrade and I out of bed and around to each of the tents to pick up the washing baskets. Still naked we put on aprons and hand washed all the clothes and hung them on a line at a high fenced enclosure around the back of the building. We cooked omelets and toast and left them in a warmer in the big room before cleaning the kitchen and going downstairs. Once again the Jester took out the high-pressure water gun and we hung up our aprons next to our wrestling singlets still a little damp from the night before. The Jester shot me with soapy water all over as I twitched and gasped from the cold and handed me the gun to do the other guy... ...and again he to soap up the Jester. The crackle of toast munching was obvious as the Jester switched the gun from soap to just water spray. I looked up to see all the women peering down from the railing while they munched on omelet sandwiches and drank OJ. One of them had that big digital video camera again and was filming from behind the heads of the others. One Lady called out "Stop!" just as the Jester was about to rinse me off and she casually made her way down the stairs as we stood there like three skinny foam snowmen. She took the gun from the Jester and said "Arms up!" and shot me in the chest blowing soap foam up unto my face blinding me. She gave instructions to spin and I spun on the spot as she squirted me all over. Marking my body in pink squiggly lines with the high-pressure water spray. After a few turns she said, "Stop - bend over!" The high pressure jet stung my ass like an electric shock and I slipped on the wet floor. I got a cheer and the lady continued shooting my ass until I rolled over and she shot my nipples until I put up my hand to block it and she moved on to my balls and alternated between them as I struggled on the slippery wet concrete floor. "Ok" she said "All of you - hands and knees, make a pyramid". The other soapy guy got down beside me and I rolled around into a crawl. The Jester knelt on our backs and the women all clapped as we got rinsed off together. She finished off with a shot up each of our asses. We all cried out one at a time like a fleshy musical organ. "Back to work" was all she said as she dropped the water sprayer and walked off. We followed the Jester upstairs and we tidied up and washed the dishes naked and wet. We got dressed in our wrestling singlets that were now clinging to every curve of our bodies, almost as bad as naked but strangely it felt comforting, like a reward. The Jester back in his unitard led us out to bring in the washing, fold it into the same baskets and return it to the tents we had gotten it from. Next up we made sandwiches and packed a large easky for a picnic. I was a little apprehensive about going outside in my Lycra one piece. Still I was getting excited. We packed the little pink car and then went with the Jester to a little room upstairs I hadn't seen before. There was a very long table and a desk with a computer but no chairs. The Jester showed me how to make a copy of the HD video into a lower resolution small file size copy with a club watermark and upload it to Youtube. He set me up with about 20 videos that were on the club server already. Each one of them with three or four parts of about four minutes. So, sixty to eighty parts I guess all up. I found kneeling at the computer was the best way to save my back from aching. I didn't see what he did with the other guy or even notice when he left. About an hour or so later I was getting hungry and took a break from down converting and editing while waiting for Youtube uploads and headed for the kitchen. Only to find the door locked. I guessed the women and the Jester were at the picnic. I saw the other guy was cutting out large shapes from nylon and bunching them together. I drank some water from the tap in the adjoining doorless bathroom and went back to work. Where all those toys came from and how the club ran were becoming clearer. Some of the videos were from random places around Sydney all with men in ridiculous costumes or naked running around being teased and humiliated. I recognized my first night at the tryouts in one series of three videos as well as a time laps ones of me and two others being made into human sculptures at the Wondabyne sculpture park. I finished all the uploads and my stomach was growling, no breakfast and it was already noon. I found a "To do" list on fluro paper next to the PC with account names and passwords for ebay. I logged on and found dozens of items listed in the club shop. The outsides of the casts from the human sculptures on the Hawkesbury and other body casts and autographed clothing as well as the boxer bodysuits and Polaroids of a dozen or so other men getting changed before the tryout nights all with frightened bunny in the headlights looks on their faces, including mine. The main number of listings was for a 'December encryption key'. It was 'buy it now' for $20 and more than two hundred had already been sold. I guessed it was a download key for the club server. Curiosity pushed me to log on to the club site, I knew it was wrong but I had to look. I found a brief bio on eight ladies all wearing masks and also instructions on how to buy and use the ebay key to download the videos in HD. There was also an "Archive" section and a "Lucky subjects" section, which had handful of pictures of the Jester, the other guy and myself including the naked wash down from this morning and the spiral wax hair stripping from last night. I clicked on the "Where are they now?" link to see active webcams of the big room, kitchen, garage and one from the computer I was using. Everything was streaming out live. I could see a "Chat" link but it asked for a password I couldn't find on the sheet with the others. It was about 2pm when I got an I-M that asked me to check on the other guy and help him finish his work. We were cutting out nylon from large printed templates and sewing them together with fishing line. They looked like a green tree, a snowman and a reindeer all with face holes and an extra tube at the back. The last step was crossed out so none of the decorations were completely together but they looked like those fan blow up Xmas lawn ornaments. We were still going at 4.30pm when the women arrived back and Jester let us out of the editing room. My knees hurting so much walking was hard for a while. The Jester put some shopping on the table and turned on the TV. The other guy and I played wii games for food scraps from the women until they got board. We made dinner and went down to wash the car while the women ate. My mind must have been wandering because I started to get another erection. The Lady with the digital camera noticed and watched me for a while, taking a casual snap here and there before I realized and red faced, tried to hide it. As we did on Friday night, we played games and tidied up before getting hosed down and then bed naked on our mats at around 10pm. Some of the woman stayed up watching videos from the picnic. The last part of the video I saw was of Jester in a large blowup hamster ball at a park near a river and the woman were rolling him around pushing him into the river and laughing and clapping as he frantically crawled around trying to get back to the river beach. I fell asleep on my square mat to the sounds of all the women utterly enjoying themselves. Last day tomorrow -- watch for the ending in the next post.