Henry-08-Naughty Revelations

[PetticoatJane]

Henry-08-Naughty Revelation

Continued story of Henry from 01 to 07 ~ recommended reading before this Chapter


She drove awhile. Henry was face-down on the back seat so he still had no idea where he was.

Donna finally parked the car. She and her front-seat passenger exited.

Henry could hear them outside saying the other girls were parking their car also. He waited without struggle as if there were some other choice he had.

The door opened at his feet and someone changed the short 12 inch cord between the ankles with one about 18 inches. That would enable a little faster hobble, but still make Henry unable to run quickly anywhere. It was late in the afternoon, perhaps just into evening. But even with the sun low as it was it was still full daylight. Female hands pulled at his legs and his silly maid outfit curled up around his waist in the process. He elbows remained restricted by the belt behind his back and his wrists cuffed in front made his arms uselessly bound to his torso.

He knees lowered to the pavement. His deep purple panties totally visible from the waist band down caused great amusement to the females gathered around him to watch.

He worked himself up to his feet and glanced at the surrounding area. He instantly recognized the college campus which used to be predominantly for women but recently began admissions for men. He was about 30 miles from his apartment with Jess. The car was parked along an expansive greenway area. Donna pointed to a dormitory which was actually a large house donated to the school for that purpose. She told him that was where he had to walk to.

As he stepped he was very sensitive that his tiny petticoat barely settled down halfway to where it belonged. His bound hands strained to push the outfit lower into place but he knew at the same time it was absurd to even be concerned. There was no modesty available to him.

He was pausing anticipating that Mistress Donna as she had identified herself earlier would walk in front and the group of giggling followers would surround him. Donna simply commanded; go on, that’s the place you have to walk to.

He began his little hobble, arms bound, and wearing his French Maid outfit marching alone across the greenway. Other women were in the greenway. Some studying their textbooks, some just playing around like tossing a Frisbee.

He didn’t bother looking back. He just complied. As he continued, one by one others on the greenway stopped what they were doing and began staring at him. They all began smiling, giggling, or laughing in amusement and many of them slapped their hands on their face as if to muffle their most humiliating outbursts. That pretty much failed.

Henry just forced himself to keep going as if it were perfectly normal for him to be doing so. He avoided eye contact with anyone and plodded as fast as he was able.

When at the dorm he stood on the porch awaiting Donna and her crowd to reach him. She complimented Henry for being so obedient and cooperative, then directed him inside.

The others all filled the couches and chairs while Henry and Donna stood in the center of the room. She began like a ringmaster at a circus. She announced to all the audience how this evening was going to be a show to behold. Henry only stood sheepishly. She went on to tell of one thing or another, mostly stuff Henry just ignored as rhetorical rabble. But she continued with an odd suggestion that later in the evening something of most interest to everyone, Henry included, was going to be revealed. Donna confidently assured that Henry would be getting his just reward for past infringements. Henry was curious as to what in the world she meant but only time would later answer that curiosity.

The dorm girls applauded Donna’s performance and relished Henry’s torment. Henry was made to kneel before Donna and according to her script he responded as appropriate to demanded acceptance of his fate. A small video camera had been set up to record Henry’s predicament.

“Yes, Miss Donna, I believe females are superior to males,” Henry muttered, and the crowd applauded.

“No, Miss Donna, my penis has no brain,” confessed Henry. And “Yes, I prefer to think with my penis instead of my head,” Henry further confessed. The crowd was giddy with laughter.

So, Donna asked, does that mean that your penis has more brains than your head? “Yes,” he muttered and the crowd exploded with applause and laughter combined. Obviously he was stuck in control by a male-bashing group who were intent on maximizing female dominance over perceived-inferior men! Boy was Henry in trouble and he knew it. But he had no idea about things yet to come and worse, that some long hidden secrets about his past behavior would soon become exposed!

Henry felt like a kitchen rag being readied to be used for whatever purpose its handler decided. He was helpless against stopping this process which was like an avalanche on life as he had been experiencing it. And the worst part was that underlying much of it, Henry was intoxicated and drawn into this web as if he relished it. He was terrified and at the same time the Mistress in his own mind was dancing will glee inside him. As usual, Henry was deeply confused but loving every minute all the while hoping there was a glimmer of possible escape at any moment.

Henry promised that if he was unbound that he would obey Miss Donna’s instructions without reservations. Donna had control. Henry was as if warm clay in her fingers and he was compelled by her manipulations.

A key suddenly surfaced.

His cuffs were clicked open and wrists unbound. The belt at his elbows has been unbuckled and whisked away.

Miss Donna announced it was time for a break in activities. Henry was instructed to use the bathroom and also he was given a glass of water to drink. He was getting hungry but that was of little concern for the moment. In a few minutes later he was again standing like a show in a circus.

The freedom from physical bindings did nothing towards diminishing how Donna’s commands compelled compliance and shortly he obediently remove his panties! Sliding them down his stockings, his foot tossed it aside. He felt all eyes on his nakedly exposed genitals and a tug at his frills attempted to cover his predicament.

Donna saw his little movements and smiled at Henry’s futility at hiding. Someone handed Donna a piece of nylon cord and she began with a fold to establish the center. Henry’s eyes watched her hands while Donna was like a Hypnotist telling Henry what he was required to do. While talking she made a loop and curled one length through like making a knot, then curling it again into the loop. She explained to Henry that curling it twice made the loop a better “tightening” knot, one that does not loosen as easily when being manipulated. Tugging the ends the loop closed to a small circle about 4 inches in diameter. She handed it to Henry and instructed he must slip it over his penis and scrotum then begin tightening. She licked her lips.

Henry’s movements were slow and deliberate. He tucked everything comfortably in place and even more slowly tightened the loop smaller, and smaller, and smaller. His testicles began pushing the scrotum round and stretched. His penis choked as it tightened to the sac. Henry stopped.

More, Donna insisted.

Henry tugged a bit and things became tighter still.

Hold it there Donna commented.

As “ringmaster” she announced to the crowd the hanging noose is tightened to the victim!

They applauded. Henry thought he might be turning blue, but when he looked everything was still pink as it was supposed to be. The only thing red seemed to be his face at being exposed as he was to a roomful of sexy girls.

Donna continued. Having proven that genital bondage can be achieved and done so without ill effect the next step was warranted!

Henry’s eyes rolled in his head; what next step?

In Donna’s hand was a chrome-shiny figure “8” looking piece of metal. It seemed to have an adjustment screw at each end. Donna opened the ends by removing the adjustment screw and handed it to Henry instructing him that one loop encases the scrotum and the other encases the base of the penis.

He was also handed a condom package.

He removed the previous hanging cord.

In compliance the condom slid in place with ease over his throbbing erection. Then the figure “8” chrome piece snugged under and then around the base of the penis with the large elastic ring of the condom becoming secured beneath it. The adjustment screw was installed. His penis remained at attention.

Squeezing the lower part around the scrotum was not as easy. Henry struggled and struggled until 2 volunteers from the audience provided assistance. Eventually that portion was also secure. His testicles bulged forward unnaturally inside the sac with the little collar gleaming at the base like a helium balloon string. Likewise his penis was erect as just enough tension was made so Henry was trapped in its grip but loose enough for proper avoidance of any unwanted physical damage.

The audience was enjoying the show and Henry noticed that some of the ladies were pleasuring themselves discretely, but not so intensely as to arouse themselves excessively. Henry, of course, had no choice. He was highly aroused and the clamp around his genitals was like a neon sign point it out to the group!

While Donna narrated, two lovely girls worked Henry’s arms behind his back. With cords they eventually worked each wrist upward towards the opposite lower shoulder blade. Henry’s chest bulged outward forcing his glued breasts to bulge outward and accentuate his female shape. There was no wiggle room on his arms and it made him feel as if in a cocoon.

Then Donna did that Henry thought was so odd. She grasped the tip of the condom under his petticoat and tied it to a string. Henry was ordered to kneel. The other end of the string was attached to a toy truck placed in front of him. He finally caught on that the toy was a remote controlled truck that was obviously well capable of tugging at his penis by means of the condom! Standing was impossible since the truck was far too heavy. Henry displayed a worried look on his face.

Donna ask for a volunteer in the audience to be the very first to operate the remote!

Hands waved as if swatting at mosquitoes. A selection was made. With remote in hand the room became silent.

The truck lunged forward and Henry gasped at the sudden tightening of the condom around his shaft. Immediately struggling to reduce the tension, Henry crawled forward on his knees and followed the little toy. The Truck stopped and suddenly reversed! Before he realized it, the toy backed into his thighs, just barely short of his testicles. The crowd roared with laughter as Henry perspired in relief that the worst collision had not happened. Still, he knew he had to be careful or excruciatingly painful results might occur.

The night was just beginning. As the girls readied for a Saturday night party, girl after girl took turns at making Henry crawl all around the room. He was as much their toy as the truck was. Some liked trying to make the truck summersault backwards in hopes that Henry would get “accidently” whacked. But even as time passed, Henry’s torment was undiminished. There seemed no end.

By late evening things were well underway and they were becoming drunk. Henry feared things might easily get out of hand with these party girls. But in short order he discovered that it wasn’t these girls he had to worry about. His knees were red with irritation from the rug. He was getting fatigued at following his truck tormentor. Obviously every girl wanted a hand at the remote to cause a little toy truck to so devastatingly torment a submissive male! But events stopped when Donna announced time for the next phase.

The crowd resettled around the room. Henry was again in the middle, his little string still tied to the little truck. Occasionally the truck made a lurching sound that made the crowd laugh knowingly at the possible consequences. Donna calmed the group. She began telling of a naughty boy! The crowd hissed. She explained that someone had been a grammar school troublemaker. Gasps from the crowd. [All of this seemed to Henry to be a contrived show in itself!] Miss Donna looked at Henry and asked directly, “Have you ever teased a female classmate by flipping up her skirt so high that it exposed her underwear to everyone? Henry denied it, shaking he head no. Miss Donna suggested that perhaps the little captive, Henry, was not so good at telling the truth!

Henry was puzzled and unsure where Donna was going with her interrogation. Donna produced a photograph. Henry was frowning with intensity, trying to recognize who was on the picture. He saw a number of people but missed the needed details.

Donna revealed more about the naughty boy. Apparently there was more than one classmate that had been teased.

Henry racked his brain. What was she talking about?

Donna moved closer to Henry. As she spoke she held the picture steadier and more visible to Henry. Henry’s mouth opened in disbelief. The picture was of his grammar school class. His thought expanded into long forgotten events. They came flooding into his head like a bucket of ice water on his temple. There is some truth behind what Donna was saying. Now Henry was becoming nervous. What in the world would bring this past into the present? And another thought, how in the world did Donna know about his grammar school class?

The worst was still coming.

Donna announced a special guest for the evening.

The front door opened.

Henry instantly saw Carmen. This was a very tall girl he knew in grammar school. He was in deeper shit than ever before.

In the next instant he recognized Linda Page. Another classmate.

They were gorgeous looking; nothing resembling the girls in his memories. They were like models.

Carmen grinned ear to ear and remarked, “It is so nice to see you so appropriately emasculated Henry. Would you like to kiss my foot?”

Henry couldn’t reply. He had an apple in his throat and couldn’t even swallow. He listened as Carmen and Linda both accused him of many embarrassments he imposed on them. They told of little story after story. Henry blushed knowing it was true. The crowd was quite condemning of Henry like a jury listening to the testimony. He was so naughty and definitely deserved justifiable punishment for his past indiscretions. Carmen and Linda were there to assure he would be appropriately punished!

What worse thing could possibly make Henry even more humiliated?

To-be-continued.

[Charlie tuna]

Great story so-far. Oh how small this world of ours is!!!!

What will happen to Henry next???

Only time will tell.

Keep up the good story telling.

[BondageGames]

This is greeeaaattt!!

Keep them coming!!