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House Rules

By: Rodwarrior



This is a sequel to the story House Sitting

Tuesday Mercy went over to lunch at Kelly's house, something that had been arranged for a couple of weeks. I got home from work around 4, and Mercy came back shortly after that. I asked Mercy about her day and she said she had been over at Kelly's all afternoon, but she kept changing the subject when I asked her about it so I let it drop. But when we went to bed that night she practically ripped off my clothes and we had a session that rivaled Sunday's.

Wednesday I took the day off from work to take care of a few things around the house while Mercy was at her job. Mercy worked part-time, and I always got more done when she was at work. I had to run a few errands in the afternoon, and on my way out I noticed Kelly's car was in their driveway. She was in the yard and we waved to each other as I drove by. Mercy was home when I got back.

My next clue that something was up came that evening. Doug called and Mercy answered the phone. He said he and Kelly needed to talk to us about something involving Stacy that had happened while they were gone. He told Mercy she didn't want to discuss it over the phone, but we could come over for cards on Friday night and talk about it then, and not to mention anything to Stacy just yet. Mercy and I were a little concerned, but because they invited us over for cards we figured it couldn't be too serious.

During the week, I tried to remember if we had left any signs of our escapade. Mercy had been very thorough. The only thing that bugged me was that I hadn't figured out how to reset the DVD to where it was originally.

Friday night came and after dinner we walked over to Doug and Kelly's. We joked on the way over about the previous weekend. 

"Maybe they want to give us a live performance this time," I said. 

"You'd like that wouldn't you, you pervert."

"The only show I want is you"

Kelly and Doug greeted us warmly and offered us cocktails which we accepted. We chatted about their trip and the Redskins, and we sat down to play bridge. We finished the cocktails about the same time as we finished our first rubber of bridge, beating them handily as usual. Doug went out to the kitchen and came back with a round of the same foreign beers that Mercy and I had had on Sunday. Mercy and I exchanged a quick glance – we had forgotten to replace the beers we drank. 

We had actually remembered on Tuesday, but by then it was too late. Mercy said that Kelly had offered the use of their house to us, but I countered that this was probably just their way of being polite, and they didn't really expect us to take them up on the offer Mercy said that she had said the same thing to Kelly and she had insisted. 

I decided to take the offensive, "Those look familiar" 

"What do you mean?" Doug asked.

Mercy and I launched into an explanation of how we had helped Stacy out on Sunday and remembered the game was on and wondered how it would look on their TV, and how Kelly had offered us the use of the house, and we didn't plan to take it seriously until we remembered the game was on and we decided to watch until halftime but we were enjoying watching so much we stayed for the game and borrowed a couple of their beers,

Doug replied that he hadn't realized that Kelly had made that offer and hoped we had enjoyed ourselves. 

"We did," Mercy and I both replied, and looked at each other a little embarrassed. We had both tried not to let any extra meaning be conveyed by our tones.

Doug paused for a minute and then said, "There is something serious we need to discuss with you" and paused again. 

Little alarm was going off and I think Mercy felt the same way. Even though I knew Doug was pausing for effect I couldn't help but let it affect me.

Kelly broke the silence, "We think Stacy watched one of our movies while we were gone and that the movie was inappropriate."

Alarm bells were now vibrating my whole insides, but I struggled to maintain a calm exterior. I could tell Mercy was doing the same.

"It was partially our fault, I guess," said Doug, "We always keep our X-rated DVDs locked up, but we accidentally left one in the player the night before we left, and we could tell from the settings when we got back that someone else had watched it, because it was not at the same point we left it at."

I noticed Doug said 'someone" this time. There was another short pause, but before Mercy or I could say anything, Kelly spoke up again.

"And with our security system, it had to be someone who had access to the house. And since Stacy was the only one...We understand she probably was curious, she must have seen quite a bit of it. We don't want to make too much out of it, but we wanted you to know. We thought maybe we should talk to Stacy..."

Mercy and I looked at each other. My mind raced to catch up. Stacy of course did not see the movie and would have no idea what they were talking about. I stalled for time.

"Well, she isn't a child anymore. She's probably seen stuff like that at college. But we'll talk to her about it. It's something the parents should handle."

Doug took his turn. They must have discussed this before hand. 

"There is something different about this DVD. We have to insist that we talk to the person who saw it. I don't want to go into details, but it is important."

I wanted to have a little more time to think, but Mercy dropped the bomb before I had a chance to stall a little more. 

"Then you need to talk to us."

Another pause.

"What do you mean?" asked Kelly.

"We were the ones who watched the movie," said Mercy. "It was an accident – Stacy was busy on Sunday so we filled in for her. We wanted to try out your television --we were trying to watch the football game – and I hit the wrong button..."

Mercy trailed off. She was trying to tell as little as possible while lying as little as possible. There was another long pause – Doug and Kelly waited for Mercy. I was thinking now of all the lies we could have told – that may have accidentally started the DVD player but never say anything – but it was too late for that now. We had been caught off guard.

I decided to dig Mercy out, even if it meant a full confession.

"Mercy couldn't figure out how to turn it off right away, and we got drawn in for a few minutes before we figured out how to turn things off."

Doug jumped right in. He looked at Mercy and said, "Did you recognize anyone?"

Mercy glanced at me, but she had to be on her own. "Yes"

Doug and Kelly both sat back, both acting shocked. 

"I'm really stunned," said Kelly, in a strained voice. "Doug, we need to talk."

They both got up from the table and went to the far end of the room, where they held an animated discussion. Mercy and I sat in silence, nursing our drinks, and tried to look like we were not eavesdropping. They were close enough so we couldn't talk privately, but far enough away that only a few words or phrases escaped their huddle...'embarrassing', 'friendship', 'handle this'. 

After a few minutes the conversation became calmer. Finally, they returned to the table. Kelly addressed us.

"Look – Doug and I really like you guys. We are neighbors and hope to be good friends. At the same time, I don't think our friendship can ever be the same. Every time I see either of you, I will be reminded that you saw that movie, even if it was an accident."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "We really enjoy you guys too, and would hate to have anything come between us."

Doug's turn. "Kelly and I have been thinking off some solution. There is not a simple one, but – did you ever see the movie Fail-Safe?"

I nodded uncomfortably. I had read the book. It was set in the 60s and was about an American plane that accidentally drops a nuclear bomb on Russia, and rather than starting WWIII, the US agrees to have a retaliatory bomb dropped on New York City.

"We think the best way – the only way -- to save our friendship is for us to watch you two – either a movie or live."

Mercy and I just looked at each other. She started to open her mouth. 

"Now we need to talk," I said.

We went to the far end of the room. Mercy was totally opposed to it. "It was there fault for leaving that movie in there – what if Stacy really had seen it – can you imagine? What kind of people are they?"

"I don't like it either. I don't want them to watch us live, but I don't want to give them a DVD or Videotape they can copy either.

"On the other hand, we don't have a lot of friends. If we don't agree, it will be very uncomfortable having them as neighbors and enemies, and very difficult to explain to Stacy. We should not have been messing around in their bedroom."

Mercy was starting to get upset. She may have thought I was blaming her. She saw my arguments, but I also understood where she was coming from. If we agreed, our relationship with them would still not ever be quite the same. She wanted some time to think it over, but I didn't think either of them wanted to let us go home without an agreement. When I told her that, I could tell she was really stressed out.

Doug came over to us.

"Look – I know we are asking a lot, but we don't see another option. Kelly is really embarrassed and feels very strongly about this. If it were just me, I think I could get over it."

"This is just so much for us to digest", I replied.

Doug seemed to think for a minute.

"I think I might be able to talk her into an alternative. What if we challenge you to a game of strip Hearts. If we win, you perform for us. If you win, we will just forget this all ever happened."

Mercy and I looked at each other, and after reading my face we agreed. We had played Hearts a lot with her family when we were first dating, though usually it was cutthroat.

We walked over to the table. Kelly's face was unreadable. Doug spoke up.

"Here are the rules I came up with. Every time you get ten points, you have to take off a shoe or sock. After that you take off a piece of clothing for every twenty points, with underwear counting as one piece. Each player play for themselves, but the winning team will be based on lowest total score."

It was complicated. I realized that they might have done this before or thought it up ahead of time, but at this point I didn't see how we could back out. We mumbled assent. I was nervous and turned on.

Doug shuffled and Kelly cut. Something about it seemed a little odd, but I wasn't in a position where I could have protested without solid evidence, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Mercy lost big the first two hands and lost her shoes and socks, but held steady for the next three hands while Doug and I came close to catching up. The sixth hand I was dealt four of the five top hearts and the Queen of Spades. I took a chance on my pass to Doug on my right and ended getting great cards from Kelly and shooting the moon, to pull us within 12 points.

Doug lost his remaining sock and shirt, and Kelly lost her socks. Even though I won, Mercy ended up with 73 points meaning she would lose her shirt. ,

"I forgot a rule. The winner of the hand gets to remove all clothing. Since you won the hand Rod, you get to remove Mercy's shirt," Doug said. 

I was about to demure, but I could tell from the look on Doug's face not to mess around. I unbuttoned her blouse and took it off of her as business-like as I could, though I couldn't help glancing at her black bra that emphasized her cleavage. 

We were in uncharted territory. I tried to remain calm and focus on strategy, but it became more difficult as the stakes got higher and more skin was showing.

Doug took 21 points on the next hand, which put us ahead, though Kelly won the hand. She kissed him while removing his pants. I glanced over at Mercy and caught her glancing at Doug's bulge. 

We didn't stay ahead for long. I took the Queen of spades and the hearts split evenly among the other three, putting Mercy at 81 and Doug at 84, while I shot up to 50. Kelly won the round, and started around the table. 

As she moved towards Mercy, I couldn't help admiring her figure through the red fabric, and remembering how she looked without them on in the movie. She went over to Mercy, grabbed her jeans and turned her to face Doug. She knelt down in front of Mercy and slowly undid the front and slid them down, exposing her matching skimpy black panties

We were down by two points – the next round was crucial. I was passed the Queen of Spades, and my only chance to dump her was on Mercy, so I ended up eating her. Kelly won the round again, and I stood up to take my punishment, but Doug intervened' "We'll wait one round."

I had 68 points. 

The next round was no better. I dumped the Queen on Kelly, but ended up with 11 Hearts and a score of 79. 

I was able to void myself of clubs on the next round, but had to keep some high Diamonds to do it. Doug passed me the Aces of Diamonds and Spades as well as the nine of Diamonds. When Mercy led the two of clubs, I was able to dump my Ace of Spades on Kelly's Ace of Club. Kelly led a low Diamond, and I decided to dump my Ace, only to have Doug throw the King on it. I didn't take any more Hearts, but the damage was done. Kelly took three Hearts to put herself at 82, but still won the hand. 

She stood up and said, "I'll take care of myself first." 

She took off her blouse in a slow strip tease that had me rapt. Slowly unbuttoning each button, I caught myself holding my breath as she revealed sexy bra hiding her melon breasts.

She started around the table looking at me. Doug glanced over at Mercy. I couldn't read her thoughts, but I could tell she was uncomfortable.

I stood up. Kelly slowly unbuttoned my shirt, caressing my skin slightly as she took it off, and knelt down in front of me, unsnapping my jeans and lowering my zipper one click at a time before suddenly yanking them down, exposing my own growing bulge. 

Doug had dealt the cards while Kelly was taking care of business. As Kelly returned to her seat, I picked up my hand and glanced at the score pad. Doug had 93, I had 92, Mercy had 91, and Kelly had 62. I looked at my hand and excitedly realized it was perfect for shooting the moon. My excitement soon soured as I realized that Doug and Kelly would still win.

I passed of my three worst cards, but it was hopeless. I broke 100 with the Queen and took Mercy with me because of the three high Hearts I had given her. Doug and Kelly each took two hearts.

Nobody said anything for a moment. Kelly stood up.

"How about double or nothing", I joked.

Kelly stopped and looked at Doug. 

"What are you proposing?" said Kelly, taking the lead.

I wasn't really proposing anything, but I was desperate. I blurted, "We'll play again. If we win, we go home..." I hesitated while thinking of an acceptable penalty. 

"And if we win, you two have to have to do whatever we ask for the whole night," said Doug. 

"All right", Mercy said before I could recover, "but we play Bridge this time. If we do lose, we come back tomorrow. It's getting late and Stacy will be home soon." 

Mercy surprised me. She was sure we would win, but even if we didn't maybe she thought what Doug meant is that we would perform for them and they would direct the action if they won, and it was a day away. I wasn't so sure, especially after they agreed so readily.

I couldn't understand why they would agree to this, knowing they had little chance to win, and that made me suspicious. Maybe it was a face-saving way out. At any rate, it was too late now. I wanted to get home too, and Stacy would be gone tomorrow night on a school trip.

"First though, we need to take what you owe us from the last game."

Once again I stood as Kelly walked over to me. Mercy hesitated but stood for Doug. Kelly slipped her thumbs inside my jockey shorts, her fingers trailing over the outside. She slid them around and my cock hardened more than I thought possible. Meanwhile, Doug accidentally caressed Mercy's breasts as he went to unfasten her bra. Kelly paused and we both watched as he slowly unveiled Mercy's spectacular bosom, her nipples as rigid as my dick. Kelly slowly slid my jockey's down, pausing while my cock was pointing towards the floor, before releasing it to point straight at her. Doug caressed Mercy's ass as he slid her panties off of her.

Doug left the room and came back with a digital camera. He snapped a couple of pictures of us naked, then took out the memory chip and put it on the table. "We'll give this to you as soon as you win."

We didn't win.

I'm not sure what happened. The cards definitely went there way. It was distracting playing naked. But they also played the best they ever had. I wondered if they had been sandbagging us all this time.

Doug reached out and pocketed the chip. Mercy grabbed her clothes and dressed quickly, and I followed suit. Kelly and Doug got dressed also, but at a more leisurely pace, watching us with slight amusement. They acted as if nothing unusual had happened, as if it had been any other evening of playing cards. 

Mercy went to use the restroom before she left, and Kelly went out the same way. They were gone quite a while. When they returned together, unspeaking, there was a different look on Mercy's face. They walked us to the door.

We'll call you in the morning to make arrangements," Doug said. "Good night."

We gave a half-hearted good night back and started home, stunned.

Half way back I asked Mercy what had happened with Kelly, but she didn't respond to that.

"I have something to say, and I don't want you to say anything back..."

"OK"

"When we started all this card stuff, I assumed whatever happened would be between us. I'm not sure what all happened tonight. I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow, and I do know enough to know we don't have a choice. I don't understand how you could have lost that card game or done the other things you've done, but whatever happens, remember I still love you. And after tomorrow we will forget it happened.

"Now let's act normal for Stacy."

Intentionally or not, Mercy had timed things perfectly. We were back at our house and Stacy was home, so I didn't have a chance to respond even if I thought Mercy would listen. I put on a normal mask and followed Mercy into the house.

We went to bed shortly after that and Mercy kept me from bringing anything up by rolling over and going right to sleep. My mind was racing through possibilities and fantasies but my exhaustion finally caught up with me and I fell asleep.

House Rules Pt. 01



House 

As a junior in college, I had ended up sharing a house with three terrific women. Although they were looking for a female roommate, I had managed to convince them, that for safety reasons, it was always good to have a visible man around. They were skeptical but insecure enough to go with it, and I had ended up with a great furnished room at a terrifically low price. My housemates were all students at the same university.

Candice was French-Canadian - her short dark hair framed her tanned face perfectly. She was quite short but very nubile. Her breasts always jiggled as she moved and she always wore jeans and skirts that seemed to be one size too small so that her body seemed to be constantly straining. It became quite clear to me quickly when she was, or was not wearing, panties. 

Marcie was almost the complete opposite, and as close to a fashion model as I had ever met in real life. She was tall, slim and blonde. Never a hair out of place and always impeccably dressed. 

Josie was a bubbly redhead, almost tomboyish in her dress and behavior. A sports nut who was constantly playing something and who spent most of her time in sweats. Her body reflected her interests - tight and toned. 

All three, in their different ways, were very attractive,. Moreover, they did all the cooking, although I was to help with the dishes and the house cleaning. They made it clear that they had no sexual interest in me - in fact it was a condition of my being allowed to live there that I also agree with that. 

My perfect arrangement unraveled one night. 

It was the middle of the evening and I was working in my room. As I went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, I absently glanced into Josie's room through the slightly ajar door, and found myself transfixed. She was getting undressed, stripping of her leotard. With her back to the door she shrugged it off her shoulders and skimmed it down her body. My breath went out of me as her gorgeous ass came into view. It caught at her ankles and she bent to remove it. 

Then from behind me, I heard Marcie's voice.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at" 

I turned to see Marcie looking at me looking at Josie. Moving past me, Marcie went into Josie's room and saw the state of undress she had reached. She emerged shaking with anger. A couple of seconds later Josie emerged in a white silk dressing gown, also looking very angry. They stared at me icily and moved past me downstairs to the living room, where I heard them talking with Candice, who was watching TV. I was called downstairs in an angry tone. 

The three of them sat on the couch and easy chairs. Marcie told me that they had discussed my behavior, and what they were worried about all along had happened - their female privacy being invaded by a man - and they wanted me to leave. I pleaded for another chance, saying that I could not afford anywhere else without taking on an extra job. Their looks afforded no sympathy. I promised to be extra careful where I looked, that I would never do anything like that again, if they would please give me one more opportunity. 

I must have sounded pathetic because Candice finally broke down and said she was willing to give it another try, but that it was really up to Josie to decide as she was the aggrieved party. I looked pleadingly at Josie. Slowly her frown turned into a smile. She turned and whispered something to Marcie who also smiled and then to Candice, who giggled. Josie then turned to me: 

"There are three things that have to be dealt with. You have to learn to keep your eyes to yourself, you have to apologize to me, and you have to stop thinking sexually around us. I think I have a solution to all three things. Do want to try my suggestion? If not, you can go upstairs, pack and leave now." 

I nodded quickly at the lifeline that was seemingly being thrown to me. Josie continued,

"Very well. To learn to keep your eyes to yourself, we are going to show you what it means to be watched and how uncomfortable it is when you do not have control of it. I am going to count to 10. By the time I finish you are to be standing stark naked in front of us! You will then spend the entire evening naked in our company so you can experience unwanted gazes. There is no negotiation of this. If you are not naked by the time I finish counting you are out. 1..2..3..4..." 

My mind whirled but I realized what was necessary for me to keep living there. I quickly started disrobing and by the time Josie reached "10" I was nude, holding my underwear in my hand in front of my genitals. 

Josie told me to put my shorts with the rest of my clothes and to move my hands to the side. I felt terribly humiliated as I did, exposing my cock and balls to their eyes. Josie just smiled, while Candice and Marcie looked on open-eyed and now amused at the turn of events. Josie then instructed me to go to the kitchen and make some coffee, and to serve them with it. As I turned to leave I could feel their stares on my ass. 

In the kitchen it felt so strange to be doing something so mundane while naked. It also felt erotic, and as I went back to the room with the tray I realized that my cock was slightly sticking out in a semi-erection. 

I set the tray down and brought each of them a cup of coffee. It meant moving very close to them, and at times my cock was just inches from their faces. As they sipped their drinks, I was told to stand in front of them again, hands behind me. Every second seemed an eternity as their eyes devoured me. 

"Not so comfortable is it, having people watch you like this?" asked Marcie. "This is what we have to go through all the time and I expect some respite when I get home, is that clear?"

I quickly nodded. 

"Well that takes care of the watching problem," Candice said. "How about his apology to Josie?" 

I took that as my cue to say sorry to Josie. She was not satisfied. Looking very serious she stood, grabbed me by the ear like a small naughty boy and told me to follow her to her room. Her dressing gown was silk and her shapely bottom undulated maddeningly before me as she ascended the stairs. My cock got slightly harder. 

In her room she sat on the edge of the bed and told me to bring her one of the sneakers lying on the floor. Taking it from my hand, she slapped the sole of it into her open palm. I dreaded, but knew what was coming. 

"I'm going to teach you properly not to spy on me again asshole. Your sore bottom is going to remind you. Now come over here and lay across my lap so I can give you the spanking you deserve." 

I moved over to her, and she reached for my cock with her free hand and pulled me across her lap. "We're going to have to do something about this offending object before we get through." 

My cock rested under me over her lap, enclosed in the silk of her dressing gown. She started bringing the sneaker down on my ass. After about 5 slaps she asked for my hands behind me and she held them in the small of my back. This heightened my humiliation even more. 

I heard a giggle from the corridor and turned my head to see that both Candice and Marcie had come up the stairs and were watching Josie spank me. 

As she finished, she held her bare hand against my ass and reminded me to keep my eyes to myself from now on, and that any infraction of the rules would immediately result in a bare-bottomed over-the-knee spanking, administered by any one of them, no matter who else was present in the house. Then she told me to get my ass down to the living room again and they would be there in a few minutes. As I got to my feet everyone could seen my now full and hard erection. My cock bobbing in front of me, I made my way down the stairs. I felt the humiliation and shame from being naked and aroused in front of the three clothed women.

I waited downstairs for only a couple of minutes, trying to get my cock to go down but it wouldn't. As they came back down, it was still hard and pointing to the ceiling. 

Marcie spoke first. "We have just discussed what we should do now, and we all agreed that the main problem now is staring us in the face." 

So saying she moved to me and contemptuously slapped my cock lightly from side to side. She continued,

"As long as your penis is aroused you will look at us in sexual ways. That is unacceptable. As it seems your punishment is erotic to you, we have to remove that element of the situation for you. The only effective solution we can see is to relieve your arousal without affecting us. So, from now on, you will spend your entire time in this house naked, so that we can gauge your arousal around us. Anytime that we see an erection, or even the hint of one, you will be asked to get rid of it..." 

A pause, 

"... by masturbating immediately in front of whoever discovers it."

I shook my head and said that things were getting out of hand. 

Marcie responded by squeezing my cock hard and telling me that if that was not agreeable I should start packing. She moved back to her seat. 

I thought for a few seconds, and not seeing any other option, nodded my head. 

Thinking that was all, I turned to leave. Josie stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going? Come back here and jerk off standing in front of us right now. I want to make sure you know exactly what's expected." 

I moved back in a daze, and standing a few yards from their seats on the couch, reached for my cock and started to stroke myself. Marcie looked at me sternly, while both Candice and Josie watched with amused expressions. 

For some reason it was very difficult to climax in this position. After a couple of minutes Josie told me to try harder. I started to really stroke myself, feeling even more humiliated at my predicament. Knees bent, head thrown back, my hand was a blur. 

Then Marcie, impatiently, said that she was getting bored and that perhaps I needed some visual stimulation. Turning to Josie, she suggested in a joking fashion that perhaps she needed to expose her bottom to me again, as that was got me into this situation. 

Josie smiled wickedly and very deliberately crossed her legs, her dressing gown falling to the sides so that they were in full view. 

"I don't know if her deserves that pleasure. But he does seem to need some stimulation to come so he can get rid of that ridiculous thing." 

She motioned with her finger for me to come to where she was sitting on the couch. I moved to stand in front of her. My cock throbbed as she told me to kneel. Still sitting, Josie then brought one of her feet to my cock and poked it from side to side. Then she started to move her toes over my balls. As she did this, I was ordered to start masturbating again. 

As I reached for my penis to follow her instructions, I heard something to the side of me and saw that Candice was clicking away with her cell phone. The added humiliation of having this photographed seemed to drive me over the top, and within fifteen seconds or so I started to explode. As I did, Josie moved her foot in front of me and told me to make sure nothing hit the floor. I knew what she meant and directed my ejaculation over her foot.

Finished and exhausted and drained, I rested on my haunches. Josie simply leant back in the seat, crossed her legs so that the sperm covered foot dangled in front of me. That image seemed to capture and synthesize my humiliation even more. 

"Okay, you also have to learn to clean up after you. Lean forward and lick your disgusting mess from my foot."

Having come this far, as it were, resistance seemed useless. Leaning forward on all fours I brought my mouth to Josie's foot and started to lick off my sperm. Candice kept clicking away behind me. 

When I had finished to their satisfaction (it took a while because I had to lick between the toes), I was told to go the kitchen and bring them all back some wine.

As I came back in, still naked but now soft and without the erotic stimulation, the realization of my situation hit me. This was how I was supposed to be around the house all the time from now! 

Marcie seemed to be thinking the same thing and said: "You know, I'm not sure I want him naked around the house all the time. Most of the time penises are not very attractive. I think we should have him covered up."

The others nodded. Smilingly wickedly, Josie stood up, and reaching under her dressing gown, skimmed off her panties, knelt down in front of me and held them at my feet, telling me to step into them. As I did, she pulled them up my legs until they were fully on. They were tight but with my cock not hard they were wearable. They were black lace and see-through, and while the front covered me, the back seemed to be very thin and flimsy. 

Standing back up, Josie told me to turn around. I did and after a couple of seconds I felt her hands on the waistband of the panties as she pulled them up so that they settled into the crack of my ass at the back even more. 

"That's better. They were advertised as emphasizing the bottom. And any excessive excitement will be immediately obvious." 

Telling me to turn around so I could look into their very amused faces again. Josie started to lay out the rules. From now on, when out of my room, I was to always be wearing panties. Starting tomorrow, a pair would be left on the handle of my room, and that is what I would have to wear that day. I could wear my normal clothes only if I was going to be leaving the house within ten minutes of exiting my room. Failure to follow these rules would result in expulsion or further punishment as she had described it. With that I was told to go to my room. 

As I left, I heard the three women burst out giggling in a girlish fit. 

Chapter Two 

For the next couple of days I made sure I was out of the house most of the time. When I was in, I did not stray from my room. 

Then on the third day, just as I was getting ready to leave my phone rang, and I was informed my class had been canceled that day, so I did not have to go in. I had been rushing and the news came as a relief. Thinking I was alone in the house (I knew the women all had classes today) I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. 

A couple of minutes later, I heard a noise on the stairs and realized I was not alone. Candice came into the kitchen and seemed surprised to see me. She had on an oversized sweatshirt and, I saw as she moved, black panties. Her legs and feet were bare. She asked me what I was doing there I and I told her I was on the way out but my class had been canceled. She nodded and said she has also got a similar message. Something to do with a burst pipe in one of the classroom buildings.

Coming to sit across the table from me, she said that she had not seen me around for a couple of days, and that now, I seemed to be breaking the agreement we had made about the dress code, as well as me doing the household chores. I tried to explain but she abruptly cut me short, and told me to go and put on the required clothes and come down again. 

I came down again five minutes later wearing nothing but the panties I had found on my door that day - red silk with garter straps hanging down from the legs. 

I was totally embarrassed and humiliated as I walked back in. Candice was where I had left her, at the table. As I entered she pushed her chair back and crossed her bare legs in a very calculated way. My cock stirred. 

Saying the agreement had been broken, she instructed me to come over to her, and uncrossing her legs, told me that a punishment was necessary. I was reminded that it would a spanking delivered immediately upon discovery of the infraction

So saying, she patted her lap. Resigned, I draped myself across her bare legs, resting most of my weight on my hands and feet. Her hand started coming down on my pantied bottom. After a few strokes she stopped, telling me she had forgotten that all punishments were to be bare-bottomed, and to lift up so she could prepare me properly. I felt her hand on the waistband of the panties, and as I took the weight off her lap, she skimmed them over my ass and down my thighs to the ankles, where they were left. Imagining the sight I must have made heightened the humiliation. 

Also my cock was now in contact with Candice's bare leg. Predictably I started to get hard. She proceeded with the spanking and to heighten the situation she left her hand on my bottom for a few seconds after every stroke. Occasionally her fingers would flutter along the crack of my ass. 

As she finished the tenth stroke, she pushed me off her lap and told me to stand. As I did, the panties remained at my ankles. Although my penis was not fully erect yet, it was definitely not soft either. 

Smiling, Candice told me to go the sink and do the dishes that were there, as that was my job. I bent to pull up the panties, but she sharply told me to leave them where they were. I moved with small steps over to the sink and started the dishes, aware that she could watch me from the back the entire time. For some reason the presence of the panties at my feet drew even more attention to my nakedness.

I heard her come up to me from the back, and before I knew exactly what was going on she hugged me and moving her arms under mine, started to caress my chest. She said she was sorry to do what she did, but that it was the rules. 

The effect of her leaning into me from the back and her hands roaming over my stomach was predictable. My cock responded with a fierce erection. 

After a minute or so Candice moved back away from me and told me to turn around. As I did my erection led the way. Leaning against the table she feigned shock at my condition. Then smiling she stood and quickly pulled her sweatshirt off over her head. 

I gasped and my cock jumped. She was wearing a matching black bra and panties set. Her bra was the kind that was half cut, just hiding her nipples, and pushing her breasts up and together. She was exquisite. 

Smiling, she teasingly told me that she was shocked, shocked, at my excited state and that, as house rules decreed, whenever I was found in that state I had to immediately lose the erection by masturbating to a climax. 

Although I had been "tricked" into the erection by her deliberate actions, I knew I had no choice if I wanted to keep living there. I reached for my cock with my right hand and started to stroke myself. The panties at my ankles kept me from spreading my legs apart. 

Candice moved to stand right in front of me, just feet away as I humiliated myself. Smiling, she slowly reached for the clasp at the front holding her bra up and opened it. Her firm breasts, freed from their confines, jiggled before my eyes and I groaned. I reached with my left hand to touch them but she simply slapped my hand away. 

"No touching, only looking." 

Then, calculatedly, she turned around and I saw that her panties were actually a thong. All she had at the back was a thin piece of material that barely covered the crack of her ass. Leaning forward with her hands on the table, she wiggled her bottom seductively at me, as she looked over her shoulder. 

As she did, I came violently and my sperm flew all over her back and onto her beautiful ass!

As I recovered, she did not move but told me to lick my sperm from her body. 

I leant forward and licked my come from her back. 

"All of it" she instructed. 

I knelt down, and holding on to her hips for support, brought my face to the cheeks of her bottom. My sperm had landed all over and I had to go from one cheek to the other to get everything. As my tongue moved over her skin, Candice ground her ass back at me. 

"Get everything."

As I finished I leant back on my haunches, my cock now soft.
She remained where she was and said simply, 

"You missed some - right between my cheeks." 

I leant forward and moving the thin material out of the way, licked along the crack of her ass. 




House Rules Pt. 01



"Lower!" 

Realizing what she wanted, I spread her cheeks apart, moved my mouth down to her asshole and started licking. My nose was sandwiched in between her wondrous globes as my tongue worked her anus.

As I continued, I realized that my erection was rising again. 

Suddenly, I heard Candice groan and she ground her ass back at me even harder as she reached climax.



House Rules Pt. 02



Please read Part One to see why I have to obey.

*****

Chapter 3:

A few days later, I was sitting in a cafeteria at school, when a young woman sat down at my table. I did not recognize her but she addressed me by name, introducing herself as Jackie, a friend of Candice's. She was very pretty, with thick, silky blonde shoulder length hair. Her lips were full and her face nicely rounded. Her skin was very smooth. Her eyes were her most striking feature - large, green and cheerful. And, it seemed, mischievous. She wore a tight red sweater that emphasized her firm breasts, and had a wholesome, healthy, very clean-cut look. I apologized for not knowing who she was, as she obviously knew me. 

Smiling she told me, "Oh don't apologize... we haven't met before. I only know you from some photographs Candice shared with me." 

My heart skipped a beat as she smiled even more wickedly. 

"I liked them a lot. In fact I'd like to talk to you about modeling for an assignment I have to do for my advanced photography class." 

She took out her phone and said she was texting me the information. 

"I hope you can make it. I'd hate for those images to be posted somewhere where anyone could see them."

Her accompanying smile was teasing and knowing, the threat unstated, but unmistakable. Without waiting for an answer she got up and walked away from the table. Her long legs, topped by a round bottom, were encased in a pair of tight blue jeans. As she got to the cafeteria door, she turned, smiled, and waved at me.

My phone had a new text. It was a room number on a campus building, with the time, "7pm tonight," and attached was a picture of me naked on all fours licking Josie's feet!

I angrily called Candice, who laughingly confirmed that she had shared the images with her friend Jackie, and then abruptly hung up.

Precisely at 7pm, I knocked on the door indicated on the address. It was a room in the arts building labeled as a "lighting studio." Jackie answered and told me to come in. She was wearing a light summer dress that clung to her body and came half way down her thighs. The room was very large, with lights set up in a couple of corners. 

Holding a camera in her hand, Jackie told me that she was working on a very sensitive project - a series of shots of the male sexual organ. 

"I'm so glad you agreed to be my model ... Take your clothes off in the corner there and stand under the lights."

Agreed?

As I hesitated, she took me by the hand and led me to one of the corners, reminding me how easy it was to send electronic images. 

As I started disrobing, she explained that she had always wanted to do a series like this - some very close-up shots of a cock in various stages of arousal - but could never find a man willing to pose. I was assured that my face would not appear in any shot - unlike the ones that Candice had taken.

As I removed the last of my clothes, I stood before her stark naked, my hands in front of me as some kind of shield. Directing me over under the lights, she instructed me to stand up straight and hold my hands together behind me, out of the way. The lights were very bright and warm and highlighted my nakedness even more. There was no hiding here, psychically or physically.

Jackie moved to me and kneeling before me started to shoot my cock from a very close angle. She moved around and shot me from the side. My cock was soft as I was still very nervous. 

Telling me to lie down on the floor, she kept clicking away. Then kneeling at the side, she casually reached with her hand to move my cock slightly to one side as it lay against my stomach. 

"Okay, I want some with it semi-erect. Use your hands to make yourself hard ... but not too hard." 

With the camera barely a foot away, I reached for my cock and started to caress and squeeze myself. The clicking camera above me recorded it all. 

Telling me to spread my legs, she shifted to kneel between them as my cock hardened. She knocked my hand away from my cock and told me to cover my face as she was going to take some from a very low angle. 

As she said that, she slithered down on to her stomach so the camera was literally looking at me from the ground. 

"Wow, your balls look so big from this angle ... Spread your legs wider." 

Taking a few more shots, she then stood, moved over my head and placed her feet either side of my shoulders, facing my feet. As I looked up I saw red panties under her dress. 

Then slowly, she started to kneel down so that her ass was just above my face. The camera kept clicking. Leaning back on her heels she flipped the back of her dress up so that it covered my head, and brought her pantied bottom to my face. I smelt her intoxicating odor as she ground her ass against my face. I wonder what someone would have said if they walked in on this?

Almost giggling she said, "You know, you must like this because your cock is getting bigger by the second. Candice told me what happened when you kissed her ass. These are great shots, by the way. I've never been able to observe a cock getting hard like this before. This is going to be a great show!" 

Still clicking away, she stood and moved between my legs again, staring down at me. I looked up and felt as humiliated as I could possibly imagine. Smiling, she gave me the next instruction. 

"On your hands and knees." 

Resigned and defeated, I rolled over to my stomach and then pushed myself up. She stood behind me as I kept my legs closed. 

"I'm not interested in your ass... as cute as it is. I want to see your cock. Spread your legs wider." 

As I did I could feel my cock and balls hanging down between my legs. Seemingly not satisfied, I felt her foot nudge my legs even further apart. Looking under me through my legs I saw that she had taken a kneeling position behind me. This was the most exposed I had felt, because from this angle she had visual access to all parts of me. 

I heard her get down on the floor and when I looked between my legs again, I saw that she was lying on her back with her face (and camera) below my genitals. Her face was literally six inches away from my cock. 

"These are wonderful angles" she observed. 

Slithering out and standing up, Jackie told me to also stand. Saying that the preliminary shots had been taken, I was informed that a hard erection would be required for the rest. 

We were both standing now, facing each other. The only difference being she was clothed, and I was stark naked, waiting for instructions.

Crossing her beautiful legs at the ankles, folding her arms, so that her left hand held the elbow of her right arm, which loosely held the camera upright close to her face, she smirked questioningly at me, her eyes telling me what I had to do. 

I froze, until she sternly ordered,

"I want to see a hard cock, now!"

I started to masturbate my semi-erection into a full one. This time she did not move but just stood there watching me. It was as if this was the first time she was really seeing me, rather than being concerned with the photograph. 

It did not take me long to get hard, although her amused eyes made it seem an eternity. When I stopped and rested my hands at the side my cock stood pointing in a 45-degree angle towards the ceiling. 

Slowly, Jackie started to circle me, almost like she was stalking her prey, looking for weakness. Reaching my front, she started to shoot my cock, now hard and erect, from all angles. 

Moving a chair under the lights, Jackie then told me to take a seat and to spread my legs wide out in front on me, bent at the knees. She knelt in front of me and brought the camera close to my genitals. 

"Play with your balls with your fingers. Just gently flutter over them." 

I did as directed and felt a fresh wave of humiliation. 

"OK, now with your other hand just touch the underside of your cock, just where it's sensitive." 

I hesitated and she quickly brought her fingers to my penis and started to rub the spot where the shaft meets the head. 

"I always think this spot is like a clitoris. I'm surprised that men don't pay more attention to it. It seems to be very sensitive."

As she removed her fingers I took over. She was certainly right about the sensitivity.

"OK, that's good. Rub a little harder. I want to see just a bit of fluid come from the tip." 

Sure enough, with one hand fluttering over my balls, and my other hand stimulating my "clitoris," within a minute there was a drop of pre-come on the tip of my penis. She told me to stop and hold my cock up as she kept shooting away. My penis appeared hard and erect as I held it at a 90-degree angle at the base with my fingers. 

"OK, now I want you to very deliberately and slowly jerk off with your right hand. Not too fast because it will spoil the shot." 

She was now kneeling in front of me, her camera less than a foot away from the action. 

"Keep your cock upright and just move your hand. Don't move it back and forth. Just up and down. And don't come until I tell you." 

The precise instructions for what is an essentially personal act sharpened the humiliation even more. Jackie moved around to the sides to get all possible angles. 

"OK, stop for a second, I need to change the angle of the shot. Go and lie flat across the top of that stool over there."

With my hard cock leading the way made my way to the stool. I sat on it and then leaned back as far as I could. My back was arched and my legs hung down., so that my cock was the highest part of me. It was not comfortable, but I was flexible enough to do it without pain. As she continued shooting, I was instructed to carry on masturbating in the same manner as before, hand deliberately up and down. 

After a few minutes, she told me she was ready for the ejaculation shot now. I was to masturbate until I was ready to come. When it started, I was to remove my hand and hold my cock upright with the ends of my fingers. Jackie would be kneeling down between my legs taking the shot so all the camera would get was an isolated shot of my balls and cock, without hands, erupting with sperm. 

"If you don't get this right we'll have to come back tomorrow, babe," she warned. 

Realizing that my fate was literally in my own hands, I concentrated on her instructions, and within a minute I was ready to come. As my orgasm started, I removed my hands and pointed my cock to the ceiling with the ends of my fingers at its base. My sperm flew up at least a foot into the air as I let loose. I heard the camera going off in a series of short bursts as the sperm landed on my stomach.

As I finished spurting, Jackie told me to remove my hands to the side but not to shift from my lying position over the stool, as she wanted to get the post-ejaculation shots as my cock softened. 

Jackie's observation of this most private act seemed almost worse than her recording of the climax. She moved around the stool as my cock returned to a relaxed state against my stomach. At one point she was over my head and moved her legs on either side of me so my face disappeared under her dress again. Without the arousal, all I had this time was the humiliation. Leaning forward, I felt her hand on my cock and balls, softly caressing them. 

"To think that this was so big and hard just a minute ago. I'm always amazed at the change that men go through." 

As she wiped my stomach clean with a wet towel, I was told I was free to get dressed and leave. 

In a strange way, getting dressed in front of her was just as bad as stripping, now that any anticipation or arousal had passed. All that was left was the embarrassment and humiliation. 

As she held the door open for me, she smiled and said,

"I'll be touch to let you know what my professor thought of them. I really hope she likes them. I would love these to be part of the show she puts on at the end of every semester." 

She? Show?



House Rules Pt. 03



Chapter 4

True to her word, Jackie phoned me a week later to say that her photography instructor had really liked the photos. In fact, "she" had suggested having a showing of them at the art gallery, and had also expressed an interest in working together on another project. Jackie had assured her the model (me) was available and eager to participate. In fact, a time had already been arranged to start "the work." She would pick me up at the house at noon on Saturday to drive to the location.

As I was waiting in the living room, Marcie, Candice and Josie were all there, and seemed to know exactly what was going on when Jackie came in. It was a hot summers day and she was wearing just a t-shirt, very tight white shorts and sandals. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I wore shorts, t-shirt and sneakers. As we left, my roommates all came onto the porch to wave goodbye, smiling and smirking.

I got into the front passenger seat of the car, and we drove for around half an hour. I kept glancing over at Jackie's bare, shaved legs, my penis involuntarily stirring with arousal. I tried to think of something else but could not. Jackie acted as though this was a perfectly normal situation and nothing was mentioned (yet) of our previous encounter. 

Finally, after driving down some very deserted back roads, we pulled up to the driveway of an isolated house in the woods. No other dwelling was visible. 

I got out of the car and waited for her to come round. A smile came across her face as she said that she'd really like to demonstrate to her professor what an enthusiastic participant I was. 

"I want to present you to her naked, so that she can see how willing you really are. Strip now!" 

I told her she must be crazy if she thought that I was going to get naked in the open air and expose myself to a total stranger. Looking annoyed, Jackie reached into her bag and showed me her phone. On it was a photograph of me, taken from the front, standing naked, holding my erection. My face was clearly visible. 

"If you don't want this sent to everyone at school, I think you'd better get a little more enthusiastic about this. I also have some others of you, which I've already sent to Candice, in some very strange positions." 

Resigned, I started to move towards the house, but she stopped me and told me again that I was to undress here, and leave my clothes in the car. I looked around in panic. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, but it was so in the open air! 

As Jackie watched, I stripped off my t-shirt and shorts. She allowed me to keep my sneakers as the ground was sort of rough. I stood before her, stripped it seemed, to my soul in the bright sunshine. My cock, to make things worse, was growing!

Putting her hands on her hips, she informed me: "By the way, I have told my Professor that you are doing this willingly, so don't do anything to indicate otherwise." 

Telling me to follow, she started up the path to the house, about 30 yards away. Her bottom swayed tantalizingly before me in the tiny shorts and again my cock responded. As she rang the bell by the front door, I thought of the sight we made -- a beautiful clothed woman standing beside a naked man, waiting to go into an unknown house.

A female voice from around the back of the house told us to come around the side to the yard. Again I followed as Jackie led. 

Coming around the corner, I tried to keep Jackie between myself and the person on the deck, but as she stepped aside, I saw an extremely attractive woman in a blue bikini, sitting on a chaise lounge. She was a brunette with long hair and looked to be in her early 30s. Although her eyes were hidden by some very fancy designer shades, I could see the surprise and shock on her face as I emerged to her view. 

She got up as Jackie introduced me to her as Professor Mulholland. She had an extremely sexy body, hard but not muscular. Her stomach was tight, her breasts firm, her smile now amused. 

"Please call me Barbara," she said as she stretched out her hand, holding mine in an extended greeting. She very deliberately looked me up and down, moving her sunglasses so they rested on the top of her head. 

"I must say, I didn't think you'd be so ready to get to work." 

Jackie explained, "I didn't know if there would be a place for him to change, so I thought it just as easy to leave his clothes in the car." 

Smiling, Barbara asked if I wanted anything to drink. I shook my head, wanting nothing to slow up this excruciating experience. 

Barbara continued, "In that case let me tell you what I was thinking. When I saw Jackie's project, I was very struck. I've long had an idea for a series of feminist-oriented photos requiring a very willing, and open-minded, male model. I had never followed up on it because I couldn't find the right person. I didn't want to just pay someone to do something that they might find degrading. But Jacks tells me that you were a willing participant in her photos, and that you wouldn't even take a fee. Is that correct?" 

Looking at Jackie's expectant expression, I nodded. 

"Well, good, lets get started then. My idea is for a series of shots for a calendar. You know, just like those awful ones with nude women's bodies, except we can be much more creative. And I think there is a big market for it! Lets move to my studio. My assistant is already there."

Assistant?

As she moved through the house, her entire body shook just slightly, and my cock got even harder. Ascending the stairs I had a perfect view of her bikini covered bottom. Suddenly I felt Jackie's teasing hand on my own ass, moving her fingers up the crack as we climbed the stairs. As I looked back, she just smiled, almost challenging me to say something. By the time we got to the top of the stairs my erection was unmistakable. Jackie just shook her head.

The studio on the second floor was a blackened room filled with lights and cameras. Barbara told me to stand in the middle so she could make the right lighting adjustments. I stood naked in the midst of a sea of moving lights, my cock hard. The direction of one of the spotlights seemed to focus the attention of the entire room on my penis. 

"Could you move in profile so we can adjust for that as well?" Barbara asked. 

As I turned I saw my silhouette against the backdrop. With the way the lights were set up, my cock seemed to protrude from my body in an exaggerated shadow. 

And just when I thought that things could not get any worse, they of course did. Another woman, the assistant I guess, entered the room carrying a video camera. I don't know how it was possible to feel even more humiliated, but I managed it. I knew her! Cheryl was in one of my classes this semester! In fact we had got into a very heated debate in an English literature class just earlier in the week. I had lost my temper and was very rude to her. 

As she recognized me, her eyes lit up in surprise, and then her whole face broke into a wicked grin. Barbara introduced me to her, saying that Cheryl was going to operate the video camera as there might be an interesting behind-the-scenes documentary (if the calendar was a success) that could come out of this. She was also going to be in some of the shots, as was Jackie. 

As Barbara was explaining this, Cheryl came to stand right in front of me. She was a redhead with ringlets down to her shoulders. Her cheeks were shallow, like a models, and her lips full. She was wearing a very tight almost full-length dress, black and white hoops, quite thin material, so that all her curves were visible, with a slit up the side. Very beautiful and nubile, her body was exposed, yet totally covered at the same time. Looking directly, and now with much amusement, at my cock, she folded her arms and took me in. 

"Jackie didn't tell me the name of her little 'volunteer'. This is going to be even more fun than I thought." 

As soon as Barbara left the room, Cheryl reached out with her left hand, and using just her fingers squeezed the head of my cock. She turned to look at the shadows cast by the light. 

"Now what exactly did you call me in class -- a know nothing airhead, wasn't it?" 

As she was saying this she took an increasingly harder grip of my cock with her entire hand, until she was holding it down and squeezing it with some force. She released it as Barbara came in, and it slapped against my stomach.

Jackie had been watching all this with some amusement and as Cheryl moved to whisper something to her, they both giggled, conspiratorially. 

Barbara wanted to get started, and directing Cheryl behind the mounted video camera, told me to stand with my legs together, and hands behind me. She took some shots. Then she had me spread my legs, and then turn to the side. 

"Alright, those are not bad preliminary shots. Let's get to the more interesting ones. Oh, girls, if you have any creative ideas, please share them with us." 

"Now then, nakedness is much sexier when it's highlighted in some fashion. The easiest way to do that is to have someone else in the shot, fully dressed. So, why don't you two girls go and stand one on either side of him, and put your hands on his shoulders so you're leaning into him a little., and look directly at him" 

Cheryl and Jackie took up their positions either side of me. The video camera had been left on, and I noticed that I could see the monitor that was set up with it. Being able to see my situation was even worse than experiencing it. My erect cock seemed to dominate the entire screen, even though it was a very small part of it. 

"Hmm, Cheryl, reach down and just cup his testicles will you. And Jackie, lightly finger his penis." 

The presence of the video monitor complicated things in a novel way, seemingly distancing me from an experience that was intensely intimate and personal at the same time. I found I could not look away, until Barbara instructed me to turn my back to the camera. Jackie and Cheryl maintained their positions beside me. 

"Put one hand each on the cheek closest to you." 

Jackie and Cheryl took the opportunity to squeeze my buttocks. My cock twitched uncontrollably, but luckily I was facing away from the cameras. However, Cheryl noticed the effect and pointed it out to Barbara, who instructed me to turn around so the video camera could capture the movements. The girls' hands on my ass were controlling my cock! 

As I responded to their ministrations, I realized I was wrong when I had thought I could not be more humiliated than when Cheryl walked in. 

Looking on smilingly, Barbara said she had never even thought about this and thanked Cheryl for the idea. Her face lighting up, she said a new pose had just come to her, but she needed to talk to the girls privately first. They all left the room for a few minutes. 

When they returned I noticed that Cheryl was smirking wickedly. I soon found out why. The next shots were to be of me getting an over-the-knee spanking, and Cheryl was going to deliver it! (Barbara apparently had had to make sure that she was OK with it. But no thought was given to my feelings!)

A chair was pulled into the middle of the room, and as Barbara and Jackie adjusted their respective cameras, Cheryl took a seat and motioned with her finger for me to come over to her. I stood before her humiliatingly erect. She simply stared at my cock, licking her lips lightly, until Barbara told me to take my position. Cheryl patted her lap. Her dress covered her thighs and legs as I leant over her. She rested a hand on my ass as I settled into position, taking the weight on my hands and feet. As we waited for the final light adjustment, her fingers idly played along the crack of my ass, fluttering along. She leaned down and whispered,

"Just think about this the next time you even think about disagreeing with me in class."

Barbara then announced that the tripod was too confining for these shots and she was going to take some by hand. I heard her move around behind me and start shooting. Jackie did the same with the video camera and I felt even more helpless as I couldn't see them. My cock was under me against Cheryl's dress, but the rest of my body felt utterly exposed. The video monitor had been set up in front of me so I could see what Jackie was shooting! My head was already spinning from the shame and humiliation, and the visual confirmation just made it worse. I thought I might faint.

"OK, start the spanking." 

The not very hard slaps started coming down but the sound added one more dimension, if that was even possible, to the experience of humiliation. My cock twitched under me, and I feared I might come over my rival's lap.

"Oh, this is fantastic. A lot of women are going to get very excited when they see this," announced Barbara.

Finally, she called a halt, and I got up to my feet. As I did, Cheryl looked down at her dress, and the constant smirk she had donned for the last 30 minutes disappeared as she saw the wet spot my leaking cock had created. She was not happy!

"Look at the mess you've made you pathetic asshole," she shouted. 

Barbara came over and seeing what had happened, told Cheryl that the dress needed to be cleaned straight away, before my "mess" dried, and that she should take it off and get it into the washer downstairs. As Cheryl quickly left the room with Jackie, Barbara smiled sympathetically at me before she followed them.

Not knowing what to do, I decided to wait in the studio and attempt to lose my erection. I was not successful.

Five minutes later I heard the women come back up the stairs. Cheryl was now wearing a bikini (I presume one of Barbara's). Jackie was still in the skimpy shorts and t-shirt. Barbara had changed into jeans and a top, and was no longer looking at me sympathetically. In fact she seemed annoyed and irritated.

"Cheryl just told me the way you treated her in class. I don't think that's very cool. You seem to have internalized a lot of sexist assumptions about women and their intellectual capabilities. I think you need to be taught a lesson and cured of this. I am going to give Cheryl (and anyone she wants to give it to) a photo that she can use to remind you of how to treat your fellow classmates, especially women, with respect."

As she finished, Cheryl went to the middle of the room, in profile of the main camera. Barbara moved behind the camera as Jackie came to me, took me by my cock and pulled me over behind Cheryl.

"Kneel!" was the order, aggressively given.

As I did so, I was confronted with Cheryl's (very sexy) ass in the skimpy bikini bottoms. Barbara gave the next instruction.

"Keep your hands behind you, lean forward and kiss Cheryl's ass. I am going to give her this picture, and anytime she runs into you on campus, she'll show it to you, to remind you to be respectful." 

As I bought my face to her bikini covered ass, I knew I would forever associate the sound of a camera clicking with this image. The lesson was learned!

After Barbara was satisfied with the shots, she announced that we should move on to the next location, and the next set of scenarios. (My wish for this to be over was obviously not going to be granted just yet.) We all went downstairs and out onto the back porch. The women all sat down, as Jackie with her eyes commanded me to remain standing in front of them. It suddenly hit me that her dominance was starting to appear almost natural!

Barbara gave the rationale for what she wanted to do next. "One of the advantages of living out here in relative isolation, is that we're not limited to indoor shoots. I often do things in the woods around here, and I think we have an opportunity to really make use of that today. I can't think of anything more exciting than a fully dressed woman walking around with a naked man in the open air, can you?

Both Jackie and Cheryl eagerly agreed (the question was not directed at me). Barbara continued,

"In fact, the more dressed the women, the more obvious is the contrast. So, girls, why don't you go and get changed into the outfits I've laid out in my bedroom."

As the two girls went into the house, Barbara indicated for me to come over and stand in front of her. My erection had subsided a bit, but my cock was still tumescent. 

"We're going for a walk when the girls come back, and while this is a pretty isolated area, I do occasionally come across other people. Are you still OK with this?"

I so wanted to tell her how I really felt, my turmoil at the continuing humiliation, but I knew what the consequences would be if I did so. I just nodded. 

Seemingly satisfied, Barbara then proceeded to have a perfectly normal conversation with me,, asking me about my studies, etc. 

When Jackie and Cheryl came back a few minutes later, my cock responded instantly. They were both wearing tan riding pants that seemed sculpted to their bodies. Black riding boots and white button-down shirts completed the ensemble. Barbara reached down to the side table and picked up a small object, which she handed to Cheryl with the instructions, "Get him ready."

Cheryl looked at the object she'd been handed, smiled knowingly, walked over to me and knelt down. The top buttons of her shirt had been left open so I could see her incredible cleavage from my position. Predictably, my cock hardened. 

Cheryl was holding a half-inch wide leather strap, about six inches in length, with some silver hooks and a fastener. I wasn't sure what it was, but soon found out, as she reached up, looped it around the base of my cock and balls and tightened it. My "package" was even more pronounced as it bulged out from what I now knew to be a cock strap. Being naked was bad enough, but having everything focused on my genitals was doubly embarrassing!

But it still wasn't over. Barbara approached me with a silver chain in her hand which she attached to one of the hooks on the strap. As she handed the other end to Cheryl, I realized it was a leash!

From the delighted look on her face, Cheryl couldn't believe her luck. She gave it a little yank, pulling me towards her as Barbara gave the next instruction.

"Ok, girls, take him for a walk through the woods, down the path on the side of the house." Picking up her camera, she carried on, "I'll be recording all this for posterity," and then mischievously, "or at least the web site I'll be setting up." 

My heart sank even more. As we got to the path, Cheryl was leading, Jackie following, with Barbara directing the action. At one point she told Cheryl to drape the leash over her shoulder, looking back smiling at me, Jackie taking in the action from the rear. Barbara moved to the side to get the full profile shot. 

Then, with a knowing grin, she suggested "the money shot." She asked Cheryl (not me!) if she were comfortable leading me directly by my cock instead of the leash. An enthusiastic "are you kidding, just watch me," reverberated down the path.

"Ok, in that case pass the chain back between his legs to Jackie. Jacks, you are now in charge of him like you would be a dog pulling on a chain. Cheryl, grab his penis and start walking."

I felt even more controlled and humiliated. I was being pulled both forward by the female hand on my cock, and backwards by the lease around my balls. As the three of us set off, Barbara kept snapping away from all angles, sometime in front a little to the side, sometimes from behind. 

"Oh wait till you see these shots. This calendar is going to be a national sensation!"

Seeing the panic in my eyes, she sought to reassure me.

"Don't worry, your face won't be clearly visible in any of the shots."

I'm not too sure I was that convinced, but what options did I have any more?

As Barbara moved to the side for a full landscape shot (as she referred to it) her excitement mounted. She was so pleased, she stopped our little procession to show us the image she thought the best. My legs barely held me up as I looked at what was undoubtedly a stunning image, beautifully composed, of female control.




House Rules Pt. 03



"This has everything in it -- definitely the cover shot!"

We continued the walk as my mind finally took in where we were. The public nature of the path definitely added to the fear I was feeling. At any moment, someone could come around the corner ahead of us! What would they possible think of the scene they'd be confronted with?

But I was also puzzled by my own reaction to what was taking place. As humiliating as this was, I realized that I was also sexually turned on by the situation: that every time I looked at Cheryl's swaying cheeks in front of me, my cock responded immediately; that every time I felt Jackie pulling on the leash from behind, watching me being led by my balls down the path, my heart fluttered; and that every click of Barbara's camera was recorded as a burst of exhilaration in my gut. 

As these thoughts raced through me, Barbara announced that she had to go back to the house to get another lens, but that the girls were free to continue the walk until she returned. Jackie just smiled, said OK, and asked Cheryl if she could take the lead for a while. Cheryl happily agreed as they switched places. 

As we kept walking, I noticed that Jackie had a slightly different technique, in that she was squeezing and releasing my cock rhythmically, moving her hand up and down, almost masturbating me. I feared I might ejaculate in her grip! 

Smiling, and pleased with the reaction she was eliciting from me, she led us to a little clearing in the path with the stump of a tree in the middle. The two girls sat on it, facing me, the leash now hanging loosely between my legs. My every small movement rustled the chain, the sound reminding me of my situation. Crossing her legs so that one foot dangled before me, Jackie's face took on a more serious look.

"I want to be clear what's happening here. We're not 'forcing' you do anything that deep down you're not ready to do. Your roommates realized that straight away when you got an erection as Josie was spanking you, and understood that they (and their friends) could have some fun with it. If you hadn't come over Candice's ass, or been so willing a model for me, or got hard just following Barbara up the stairs, or leaked over Cheryl's lap, we wouldn't have carried on with what we're doing. We're not sadists or control freaks. We had all agreed that the moment your erection disappeared, and you 'really' wanted to stop we would. Of course you wouldn't be living in that incredible house any more. But the opportunity to play with our own desires for control was just too good to pass up, especially on a seemingly 'unwilling' man."

"So we need to clarify exactly what's happening here, We're happy to carry on as we've been doing, 'forcing' you to do things with the threat of blackmail or eviction, but remember you can stop at anytime. The choice is yours, entirely. If you want, we can stop now, and delete every picture that's been taken. You'll just have to move out of the house! But it's not like you're being thrown out onto the street. You'll find somewhere else to live. It just won't be as good a deal. I want to make sure you understand this? It's your decision, at least for the moment. If we carry on, we can't guarantee that the pictures won't get out to other people, or word of our little adventures won't spread. At that point, the choice may no longer be yours, or even ours. That's the risk you're gambling with."

As I nodded my head, I had what might be described as an epiphany: If I just asked for this without the threat, I was a pathetic (in my mind) submissive. And I wasn't that. On the other hand, if I was being "forced," I wasn't in control, I didn't desire it. I wasn't a submissive. The fact that my "choice" was in response to a real threat was central to the feeling of humiliation that kept me so aroused. 

At the same time, I realized that the women didn't just want a submissive acting out his own desires on them. Because there would be real unpleasant consequences for me for refusing their directions (having to move out, public exposure if the pictures got out), the "choice" was mine, a conscious decision. I was still being "forced" in some way to do things I otherwise would not have done. So their power was also real, not just something granted by me in playacting. The reason this experience was so intense (I think on both sides) was because it was not simple or one-dimensional. "Force" and "choice" were intertwined!

Jackie interrupted my cerebral reflections with a much simpler question. 

"So, you decide what you want to do. If you want to finish this and move out of the house, just unclip the leash, take the strap off, and go back to your clothes in the car. I'll drive you back."

"Or, if you want to keep living at the house, you will jerk off right now, standing there, come on our nice leather boots, and then kneel down and lick them clean."

"The choice is yours!"

My head was spinning. I'm not sure where it came from, but I tried to bargain!

"Could I finish this, get the pictures, and keep living at the house?" 

Jackie laughed contemptuously, leaned forward and slapped my cock with her open hand. "No, asshole, that is not possible."

I was almost grateful for the certainty of her answer as it made what I had to do clearer, at least for the moment. As they continued to stare at me, my hand reached for my still hard cock.

They both smiled wickedly, high-fived each other, rested back on their elbows, and held out a pointed boot each (Jackie her left, Cheryl her right) for me to deliver on my "choice." As I stepped up towards them, my cock in hand, I heard the clicking of Barbara's camera from behind and suddenly saw her kneeling by the side, capturing everything for who knew how many other eyes. Two clothed smirking girls, feet held out expectantly, one naked masturbating man, in the open air