The CFNM Parlour
Inexperienced young Edward Pritchard has always wanted to know what it feels like to be completely naked and at the mercy of fully clothed women. He's saved up all his money and with some trepidation has booked some time at the CFNM Parlour. Unsure what to expect he makes his way to the address he's been given, nervous and excited at the same time.
Edward reads the address for the hundredth time, his hands shaking slightly, the paper starting to get soggy from his sweaty palms.
He looks around him to make sure no one is watching him - but all they see is a smartly dressed young man on his way to a meeting somewhere.
He peers at an anonymous looking black door - this should be the place according to the letter he was sent.
He checks again. The place is every bit as discreet as they promised - certainly no outward sign of what goes on inside. He starts to get increasingly nervous. Even though it's something he's always wanted he feels a sense of trepidation.
He's about to knock when he notices a small intercom to one side. There's no label on it but there seems to be only one button.
He presses it and stands waiting, worried in case he's made some sort of mistake. He jumps and his heart skips a beat when a woman's voice booms out: "Hello?"
"Hello," he mumbles softly, "my name is Edward Pritchard. I'm... erm... here for my appointment." The harsh tone of the woman has scared him slightly.
Without any further instructions from the intercom, a buzzer sounds and when Edward pushes the door it opens. Taking a deep breath Edward enters and sees that the only way is down.
The stairs lead to a stark basement room. A girl sits behind a desk working at a computer. A very pretty girl - Edward can't help but notice.
She must have noticed him come in but chooses to ignore him, continuing her task while he stands there awkwardly.
He looks down at his feet, unsure what to do. Should be say hello? Cough subtly to get her attention? Or would that be rude? What is the etiquette for speaking to someone whose job it is to command naked men?
After what feels like hours, the woman deigns to look up at him. "And?" She says brusquely. "What do <em>you</em> want?"
"Oh!" Says Edward, startled. "I've got an appointment for 11 o'clock for a one hour CFNM session." He tries to smile ingratiatingly but his nerves make it difficult.
The woman gives him a look like he's a bit slow before speaking again. "I presume you have the money - in cash - as per your instructions?" She asks.
Edward pulls a huge wad of notes from his pocket and hands them over obediently. It's taken him almost a year to raise enough money to pay for this very exclusive service. But it'll be worth every penny if it lives up to his expectations.
The woman makes a point of counting each and every note as though she doesn't trust him.
He stands there watching, fidgeting. He knows it's all there. The instructions were very specific on the amount and he checked it himself several times.
Eventually she looks up at him, a stern look on her face. "Well, it all <em>appears</em> to be here," she says before putting the money into a locked drawer in her desk.
Her tone softens ever so slightly: "Here, you'll need to fill this out and sign it. It's important you answer these questions honestly for your own safety and pleasure," she says handing him a clipboard.
He gulps and starts to read through the list. There are all sorts of very personal questions and he feels little prickles of sweat form on the back of his neck. One of them asks 'How long is your penis (soft)?' and he writes '5 inches.'
He turns the page - there are even more on the second page!
Some of the points are disclaimers - basically freeing the establishment of any responsibility. He doesn't really read them, his focus instead falling on one that makes his heart race.
His pen hovers uncertainly over the 'medium' option. 'What level of CFNM <em>do</em> I want?' He wonders to himself. Just how hard is 'medium'?
He looks up at the woman behind the desk wondering if she is just a receptionist or if she takes an active role. He doesn't want her to think he's a wimp.
He makes a decision and ticks 'hard' with a confident stroke.
He signs at the bottom where it indicates, in his haste ignoring all the small print about it being a legally binding document. His attentions return to the mysterious woman.
She looks at him dispassionately as he returns the clipboard to her. Too late to change anything now.
"Over there," she says, pointing to the corner. With that she turns away from him and resumes tapping away on her keyboard - dismissing him from her presence.
He sees a chair and sits down, wringing his hands as the enormity of what he's about to do hits him. It's been his lifelong dream but now he's here he's more than a little scared.
He glances around the room, his gaze falling on a picture on the wall of a dominant woman in control of a naked man.
He looks over at the other wall where there are more pictures, his pulse racing as he imagines himself in the position of the lowly men featured.
The women all look supremely confident and in charge. His penis twitches in his underpants at the thought.
The men are always at the women's feet - on all fours and subservient - just how he has always wanted to be.
He starts to get a little hot under the collar thinking about it. He's never had any real CFNM experience before and the anticipation is almost unbearable.
The woman at the desk looks round from her screen. "I don't think I said you could sit down," she says icily. He jumps up as though he's been electrocuted. "Undress," she orders.
Feeling like he's already done something wrong, Edward starts to pull off his smart jacket. He thinks he'll have to try extra hard to be obedient to make up for it.
The woman watches him, a sexy malevolent smile on her face. She enjoys this part of things - making their subject as uncomfortable as possible prior to his session.
Edward places his jacket neatly on the chair, feeling under pressure with the woman looking at him.
He struggles with his tie, his fingers fumbling as he feels more and more tense.
The woman's eyes never leave him. He suddenly feels like a naughty schoolboy all over again - being watched by a teacher to make sure he doesn't get up to any mischief.
He swallows as he undoes his shirt and cuffs. He cannot tell if the woman is angry with him or not and he wonders if he should apologise for sitting down.
The woman smiles at him enigmatically and he doesn't know what to make of it.
He looks away, unable to meet her penetrating gaze. He had no idea it was going to be so intense!
He unbuckles his belt, glancing up to make sure he's doing everything correctly. But the woman doesn't say a word - just watches.
He slides his trousers down, a bulge already showing in his underpants as his penis starts to thicken with excitement.
He removes his trousers completely, then his socks. He piles all his clothes onto the chair next to him.
The woman likes it when they are quiet and shy like this one - it's much more fun. Although they have firm ways of dealing with any man that thinks he can be cocky.
Edward stands there uncomfortably, trying to hide the obvious bulge with his hands - worried that he might get into trouble for it. "Erm... <em>everything</em>?" He queries.
The woman looks at him like he's an idiot for even asking. "Of course," he says, trying to make light of it, "it <em>is</em> CFNM after all!"
He starts to pull on his underpants suddenly wondering if he's really got what it takes to serve such a powerful woman. What if he doesn't live up to her expectations? But he's come too far to back out now so he must continue - and deliver himself stark naked into the hands of the women at The CFNM Parlour.
Edward has always dreamed about being under the control of dominant, superior women. It just feels right to him that he should be naked and servile to them. But now he's close to the reality he wonders if he really has the nerve to go through with it. He's about to find out that reality can be completely different to fantasy.
Edward pulls his underpants down as instructed by the imperious woman sat behind the desk. He finds himself cupping his hand around his cock and balls protectively.
Even though the whole point of being here is to be naked, he still finds his instinct is to protect his modesty.
He casts off his last item of clothing and stands there, head bowed. He doesn't notice the scowl appear on the woman's face as she stares at him.
"Remove your hands IMMEDIATELY," she says sternly.
With a gulp he parts his hands, revealing his penis and testicles. "That's better," says the woman.
She smiles to herself - aware that Edward is one of the nervous types who wouldn't say boo to a goose.
"Hand me your clothes," she says. It's their policy to keep all items of men's clothing well out of reach.
Edward grabs his things from the chair hurriedly - feeling like he's already creating a bad impression.
He hands everything over to the woman hoping that he'll get some leeway for being a complete novice at this.
The woman bundles his clothes into a locker and padlocks it. Edward feels a slight pang of fear - realising that unless she chooses to give them back, he'll have to remain stark naked for his entire time here.
The woman stands up and walks round to him, stopping just before him. He cannot look her in the eye but nonetheless can feel her exude power.
She walks right up to him and looks him in the face. He can feel her penetrating gaze and it's as though she can read his every thought. "I'll see if they are ready for you," she says.
She carries on past him, deliberately rubbing her forearm against his penis as she does so.
Edward swallows, looking down as her flesh makes contact with his.
His penis flies from side to side before settling back down again. It might have only lasted a second or two but it has a powerful effect on him.
It's almost a relief when she disappears behind the curtain and he puffs his cheeks out.
He starts to worry if this was such a good idea. He's almost trembling with nerves and anticipation. At the same time, his penis twitches at the thought of what is to come.
He looks at the pictures on the walls again. He briefly considers making a run for it - but without his clothes he's trapped.
He jumps as the woman reappears, shoving the curtain to one side as she comes though - her face giving nothing away.
He feels himself starting to get hot all over as she approaches and his pulse quickens.
He can feel her warm breath on his chest and tenses up wondering what she's about to do to him.
She stares down at his penis critically as though making sure he measures up. He had no idea it would be so intense!
He watches, frozen to the spot, as her hand comes up towards his genitals.
With a contemptuous flick she sends his penis slapping up against his belly.
Without making any comment she returns to her seat leaving Edward confused and even more on edge than before.
The woman gazes at his penis and testicles and Edward feels his body being judged by the enigmatic woman.
She looks up and he instinctively closes his eyes, unable to bear the way she looks at him. His fantasy encounters were nothing like as nerve-wracking.
"Oh," says the woman as though suddenly remembering something, "you're to go in. The others are waiting for you." She points towards the black drapes.
Edward turns toward the doorway suddenly unsure if he wants to go through. He realises that once he does there's no coming back.
He edges forward and stops, looking back at the woman for some sort of encouragement. But her expression is as unreadable as ever.
Edward moves the curtain aside and taking a deep breath, steps through.
As the drapes settle back in place the woman smiles to herself. Her colleagues are going to have some fun with this one. He's scared of his own shadow!
He walks down a short dark corridor before emerging into another room where two women await.
He barely has time to register the hard look on their faces before one of them strides over to him.
"Hello. I'm Edward Pritc..." He starts to introduce himself but the woman cuts him off. "How <em>dare</em> you keep us waiting!" She exclaims.
"I'm sorry I..." He stammers. Before he has time to react, she raises her hand high in the air.
She strikes him hard across the face, her arm a blur.
The power of the impact nearly knocks him off his feet and he reels in fear and confusion.
"What do you think you are doing?" the woman says, seizing him by the hair roughly.
"Disobedience will not be tolerated here. You exist to serve <em>us</em>! You should be down on your hands and knees." As she shoves him down on the floor the reality of the situation hits Edward like a ton of bricks - but there's no way out...
Edward wasn't sure what to expect at the CFNM Parlour. He knew there would be dominant women and he longed to be at their feet serving them. When it came to filling in the form he thought he could take it and ticked the "hard" box. But he's about to discover just how aggressive the women here can be and it remains to be seen if he can stand their extreme and harsh treatment.
Edward is more than happy to comply with the woman's strict orders but it's all happening too fast for him to gather his wits.
He sinks to his knees, the woman still gripping him by the hair and directing him downwards. This certainly wasn't what he was expecting!
"You will make up for your disobedience by kissing my shoes," comes the booming voice from above him.
She pushes his face towards her shoe - which is deliberately dirty and scuffed. He can smell the leather and finds it overwhelming.
He leans right down and kisses her, hoping that he can make up for disappointing her upon his arrival.
He moves his lips over the surface kissing every inch.
He wonders if he's doing it how she likes and pauses, expecting some kind of feedback - but the room is so silent that he can hear his own heartbeat.
Edward resumes the task he's been assigned starting to get the taste of the filth on her shoe in his mouth.
Towering above him the woman looks to her colleague, shakes her head and sighs.
Has he done it wrong? Edward is desperate to please but the women here expect him to know what to do without being told.
He continues - confused and wondering what the women think of him. Do they like him? What else will they make him do?
"What a useless piece of crap Mistress Mel!" Exclaims the woman sat in the chair and Edward's heart skips a beat.
"Yes - I can see we've got a slow learner with us Mistress Kim," replies the woman whose shoe he's servicing. Hearing their names sends a shiver of excitement down his spine.
He renews his efforts, planting his lips firmly on her footwear - desperate to prove himself.
He hears a noise as Mistress Kim gets up out of her seat with a determined expression on her face. They've been lenient with him so far but their patience is not to be pushed.
Edwards feels a swish of air as the second woman walks around and stands next to him. He gulps - wondering what she's about to do.
Without warning she grabs him by the hair. "DO IT PROPERLY!" She shouts at him making him jump out of his skin.
She mashes his face into Mistress Mel's shoe, squashing his lips painfully against the unyielding material.
She moves his head from side to side making sure he kisses every bit - the way she likes.
"USELESS!" She bellows. "They're just as dirty as when you started. Get them clean!"
She lifts his head giving him a momentary reprieve - but it's certainly not for <em>his</em> benefit.
He watches as a long strand of spit issues from her mouth and drops onto Mistress Mel's foot.
"Now clean that off," orders the woman. Edward looks at the little puddle of spit glistening on the shoe.
He closes his eyes, making himself move his face closer - not relishing what he's about to do but too afraid to refuse.
He licks the shoe, his tongue working over the rough surface and taking in all the dirt.
He reaches the spit and laps it up - a slight taste of the cigarettes the woman has been smoking entering his mouth.
"Swallow..." Comes the command from above. He pauses and swallows, trying not to gag as the stuff in his mouth slides down his throat.
Mistress Mel tuts. "We didn't say you could stop," says Mistress Kim impatiently - giving him no time to recover.
He gets back to kissing and licking the shoe. This is so much more intense than he thought it would be - it's a little bit scary for such an inexperienced lad.
"This one needs a kick up the arse. Have you ever come across someone so SLOW?" Says Mistress Kim, moving around to stand directly behind him.
She kicks his backside, making him lurch forward. He tries to retrain his balance and continue working on the shoe.
Mistress Kim isn't satisfied her message is getting across and raises her leg again.
He grunts as she brings her booted foot hard against his exposed rump.
"You. Will. Learn. How. To. Please. Us." Intones the woman, punctuating each word with a sharp kick to his tender bottom leaving it red and throbbing.
It's so difficult for Edward to continue what he's been told to do. Each kick hurts more than the last and he has to fight the urge not to cry out in pain.
"Get off me now idiot," says Mistress Mel - kicking his face away from her foot crossly.
He backs away unsteadily - aware that he's in trouble again.
"You're the worst man we've ever had in here. A snivelling little worm. Utterly pathetic." Her words cut him like a knife.
"Go and see if you can do a better job on Mistress Kim," she says contemptuously.
He looks around and sees the other woman's boots are equally in need of a good clean. Perhaps this is a chance to redeem himself.
He shuffles around awkwardly, crawling on all fours is very uncomfortable - something he hadn't considered in his wank fantasies.
He leans down, inhaling the aroma of the woman's boot.
He presses his lips down hard hoping to show that he's learning.
Before he can make much progress Mistress Mel kneels down next to him. "Arse up in the air," she instructs. He does as he's told, eyeing warily the strange contraption with metal prongs that she has in her hand.
"I'm going to attach this to your testicles," she says matter-of-factly. Edward doesn't know what the thing is or does but starts to panic, wondering if he should refuse.
He's not given time to do anything though as the woman clamps it around his scrotum. He can feel the coldness of the metal as it digs into him.
She fastens it tight so there's no way it can fall off. Nor will it be easy for him to remove it himself should he try. "There, that should do it. It's important that the electrodes make contact with the flesh," she says ominously.
"What is it?" Enquires Mistress Kim. "Oh, it's a device used to train dogs. It gives them an electric shock at the push of a button," replies Mistress Mel making Edward tense with fear.
"But isn't that cruel?" Wonders Mistress Kim in a concerned voice.
"Oh yes. I would never use such a thing on a dog - they are very intelligent and that would be unkind. But it's perfectly OK to use on a dumb animal like this one here," the woman responds with a smile - brandishing the remote control menacingly...
Edward is discovering a lot about the realities of being servile to the confident women at the CFNM Parlour. Unlike in his imagination, these tough females aren't interested in his sexual pleasure - they simply enjoy controlling and playing with a helpless naked male. He'll have to learn how to please them - and quickly - if he's to avoid too much pain and punishment.
Hearing the women talk, Edward is starting to regret ticking the box next to 'hard' on the form. His stomach clenches. "I'll demonstrate to you how effective these devices are," says Mistress Mel.
She points the controller towards Edward cowering on the floor and presses the button.
A searing jolt of pain shoots through Edward's balls. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before and the shock of it hits him like a ton of bricks.
He jumps in the air then falls over backwards, rolling around on the floor on agony. "Oh!" Exclaims Mistress Kim.
"Is he going to do that every time? That could get quite annoying," she continues as Edwards cradles his testicle and fights back tears.
"That would never do," agrees Mistress Mel. "In future you won't make so much fuss," she says sternly, addressing him directly, "now get back to work."
He shuffles over to Mistress Kim's feet and resumes servicing them, his testicles still tingling from the shock.
"We'll try again. See if he can act more like a man this time," says Mistress Mel - pointing the controller at him again. He braces himself.
The agony is just as acute this time and his knees actually leave the floor briefly when he jumps. But using all his inner strength he manages to stay where he is and only lets out a muffled groan of pain.
The women seem pleased with his progress and following instruction he shuffles over to give equal attention to Mistress Mel.
"We might be able to make something of this one yet," says the woman stood over him. Through the lingering discomfort of the electric shock he feels a brief sense of pride.
"He's got a long way to go though before he'll be up to our exacting standards," she continues. He had no idea that a visit here would be so tough!
As he licks her boot clean he feels a growing need to please these imperious women. His purpose in life is suddenly clear to him.
Mistress Mel's finger hovers over the button ready to administer another jolt should their subject show any signs of disobedience or lack of application.
She withdraws her left foot and presents her right for Edward to work on.
He wastes no time getting going and running his tongue all over the filthy surface. Throwing himself at the task eagerly and hoping he can avoid any more shocks.
Mistress Kim regards him thoughtfully, deciding how he might provide some amusement for them next.
She collects something from the other side of the room and returns. Edward feels her hand on his back as she stands over him and orders him to raise his head.
He feels her weights as she sits on him as well as something brushing between his shoulder blades. He starts to get nervous again - wondering what will be demanded of him next.
"Open," she says, holding a piece of horse tack in front of him with a rubber bit to go in his mouth. He looks at it warily but doesn't dare refuse.
He screws his face up as Mistress Kim pulls the bit right into his open mouth effectively gagging him.
He bites down on it when told to do so while the woman fastens it round the back of his head. It's not at all pleasant and he has to use his tongue to stop spit from dribbling down his chin.
He looks up as Mistress Mel goes off and returns carrying something in her hand. He realises with a shock that the head harness is only part of what he's to be made to wear.
He has to fight the urge to gag as the leather straps are tightened while Mistress Mel sorts out the rest of the riding gear.
She hands it over to Mistress Kim. The two women don't need to speak - they've done this so many times before it's like second nature to them.
Mistress Kim clips one side of the reins to the harness on his head. Edward realises where this is going and his stomach starts to churn.
The other side is clipped on and he is ready to be ridden like a horse.
Mistress Kim takes hold of the reins with a big smile on her face. She always enjoys taking a dumb beast for a ride around the room.
She yanks on the leather straps. "Giddy-up!" She says when Edward fails to move.
Slowly he starts to make his way across the room on all fours. Although very slim, the added weight of the woman puts a huge strain on his legs, shoulders and arms. "Faster!" She shouts tugging the lead.
She pulls on one side or the other to direct him as he plods around. He tries to speed up but it's so uncomfortable on his knees and he finds it difficult.
Mistress Mel watches keenly - making sure their charge does exactly as he's told. A strict disciplinarian she doesn't tolerate disobedience.
His rider leads him around full circle so he arrives back at the feet of Mistress Mel.
Mistress Kim pulls the reins to get him to carry on past. "Let's see if we can make him speed up a bit," says Mistress Mel and pushes the button on her control.
With the weight of the woman on his back he cannot jump but his back arches anyway and his buttocks clench as the searing pain shoots through him once again. The gag only partly stifles the shriek coming from his mouth.
But there's no let up from the demanding women - he's given no time to recover but has to carry on hobbling around for their entertainment.
His muscles and joints burn from the stress of his burden and his testicles feel like they are on fire - but he knows he must continue.
"Pathetic!" Comes the cry from the woman on his back. "You can do better than this!"
"Give him another shock," she calls over her shoulder. Were he able to speak Edward would be pleading with her not to - but as it is he can do nothing to prevent the inevitable.
He's almost in tears with the pain and humiliation of it. Every fumbled step gets harder and harder yet the woman seems determined that he go faster and faster.
Sweat trickles down from his armpits as he stumbles along, his desire to please the woman driving him on.
Mistress Kim pulls him to a stop next to her colleague and dismounts. "Could you hold this for me a moment?" Says Mistress Mel, taking hold of the reins and preparing to go for a ride herself.
She clambers onto their plaything eager to have a go herself.
She settles herself down comfortably then squeezes with her thighs making him gasp for air. "Off you go," she orders.
"And let's hope you can do better this time. There's plenty of charge left in this device and I promise you, <em>you'll</em> wear out before <em>it</em> does." Edward cringes at the thought and sobs quietly as he continues on his painful journey of discovery.
Edward is staring to regret ticking the 'hard' option on the consent form. At the time his excitement overcame his sensibilities. He's realising that Mistress Kim and Mistress Mel really do intend to test his limits. Now here he is, crawling around on his hands and knees with his testicles being electrocuted by the confident woman on his back. And with the bit in his mouth there's no way to protest no matter what they do...
Edward's muscles burn with the effort of carrying Mistress Mel around. But he daren't stop for fear of her pressing the button on the remote control and shocking him again.
His knees rub uncomfortably on the carpet as he plods along - trying to keep up the speed that his rider demands.
Mistress Kim still thinks he's moving too slowly and raises her leg.
She kicks him in the arse - hard. "Get a move on!" She admonishes.
A muffled whimper escapes Edward's mouth but that only serves to encourage the woman.
She boots him again making him pick up the pace.
Edward has never experienced so much pain and humiliation. Yet deep down he knows he deserves it. He knows that this is where he belongs - on the floor underneath these superior women.
It still hurts every time Mistress Kim gives him a kick up the arse though.
But she's enjoying herself far too much to stop. And it seems to be effective in getting him to move.
Edward isn't sure how much more of this he can take. He's desperate to please the mistresses but his body is in agony and his aching joints protest with every move he makes.
He turns round again and comes to a juddering halt as he encounters another woman whose stealthy arrival he didn't hear.
He looks up from the knee-high boots to see it's the woman from reception looking down at him and holding a thick leather belt in her hands menacingly.
"How is he?" She asks her colleagues. "Pretty useless," replies Mistress Mel, "but we're generously spending time teaching him."
The woman walks past him to take a seat. Edward feels even more nervous with her arrival - remembering the casual way she flicked his privates when she walked past him in reception.
"Carry on," orders Mistress Mel and he continues his painful way around the office after his brief respite.
The seated woman presents her boot. "Over there and see to Mistress Sophie's foot," instructs Mistress Mel.
Edward stops in front of the new arrival but Mistress Kim continues her assault on his exposed backside.
Trying to ignore the pain he lowers himself down preparing to service the imperious receptionist.
He kisses the soft material of her boot submissively.
Mistress Sophie watches him keenly, waving the leather belt around as though eager to use it.
Mistress Kim's booted foot continues to make contact sending a sharp pain through his body each time.
Remembering from before how the women like their boots cleaned he starts to lick - a task made all the more difficult by the bit in his mouth.
He works his tongue all over - hoping that he'll impress the woman and maybe get some sort of reward for his efforts.
"Properly!" Booms out Mistress Mel above him and he redoubles his efforts. But Mistress Sophie quickly loses interest and withdraws her foot.
He feels momentary relief when the woman on his back dismounts. But his stomach clenches as he wonders what is in store for him now.
On Mistress Kim's orders he shuffles round - unaware that Mistress Mel's finger is hovering over the button on the remote control.
He hears a swishing sound behind him but cannot see the cause - Mistress Sophie raising the belt high in the air.
She slaps him right on the arse with all her might and at the same time Mistress Mel activates the remote control.
Edward howls in shock as pain sears through both his backside and his testicles.
Mistress Sophie strikes him again - a loud slapping sound echoes round the room accompanied by another sound of agony from Edward.
He barely has time to recover from one blow before Mistress Sophie belts him again and he receives another shock to his privates.
"Up you get," says Mistress Mel and yanks on the lead. In considerable pain Edward gets to his feet.
He stands there cowering, his body shaking with shock and sobbing pathetically.
As Mistress Mel electrocutes him again his hands instinctively go to his genitals. But there's nothing he can do as the device is securely attached and will only be removed if and when the women decide.
Mistress Kim kicks him. "Stop touching yourself down there," she says angrily - reluctantly he lets go.
Another shock and he staggers - fighting the urge to fall to the floor and curl up in a ball. He knows from before that would definitely NOT impress these demanding women.
Mistress Mel activates the control several times in quick succession and Edward's head jerks back as he lets out a guttural scream of agony.
Mistress Sophie smiles to herself - it looks like they are making quite an impression on this young man. She hefts the belt up ready to strike once again.
Edward winces as it makes contact with his exposed flesh. He's not sure which is worse - being struck by the tough leather belt or being shocked.
The women jeer at him as his sobs. He clenches his fists to try and bring himself back under control but it's almost impossible not to cry.
Mistress Sophie walks around him as Mistress Kim delivers another hard kick.
He shrinks away from the woman carrying the belt, utterly terrified.
Another bolt of electricity shoots through his scrotum making him jump off the ground.
Another kick, another slap and another shock - the women are relentless.
"No. Please. No More." He tries to say though the gag in his mouth makes the words unintelligible. Mistress Mel narrows her eyes - perhaps it's time they moved on to the next phase of his 'experience'...
Having signed a legally binding document Edward Pritchard realises that he is totally at the mercy of Mistresses Mel, Kim and Sophie. Part of him is terrified at what they are doing to him and how far they might go - finding the pain hard to endure. But another part, a part he normally keeps well hidden, is enjoying the sense of powerlessness and servitude. His time at the CFNM Parlour will change him forever...
Mistress Sophie has had enough of the cowering man and shoves him down to the floor once again, instructing him to see to Mistress Mel's feet.
At least while he's doing that he can't keep making that irritating whining noise. If he didn't want it hard he should have ticked another box!
She walks round and whacks his arse again with the leather belt - demonstrating that his pleas mean nothing here.
Edward tries to do a good job cleaning Mistress Mel's filthy boots - but it's so difficult when every few seconds comes the searing pain of being struck.
And he never knows when the woman above him might press the control and electrocute his testicles yet again.
"I think it's time we <em>really</em> abused his arsehole," says Mistress Sophie after giving him another slap. Edward looks around in fear.
But a yank on the leads reminds him what he should be doing, so he returns to his assigned job - oblivious to what Mistress Sophie is carrying in her hands.
He suddenly feels something brush against his buttocks as the woman lines the vibrator up with his sphincter.
He instinctively clenches his buttocks but there's no stopping Mistress Sophie as she slowly slides the plastic device till it's pressing against his hole.
Then with an almighty shove, she drives it into Edward's rectum.
Edward grunts in shock and surprise as he experiences a sharp pain in his bottom that takes his breath away.
Tears prick the corners of his eyes as the woman rams the vibrator in deeper.
Mistress Mel pushes his head back down to remind him what he should be doing. But he cannot ignore the agony of being penetrated.
It's like nothing he's ever experienced before. Having the foreign object driven into his virgin arse hurts more than he could have expected.
Yet the vibrations radiating out from the device are strangely pleasurable.
Edward catches his breath - unsure how to react. He never expected that part of his experience at the <em>CFNM Parlour</em> would include something so emasculating for a hetero male.
It's the ultimate show of the power the women have over him - making him endure something he would never accept in any other circumstance.
"Let's take it up a notch shall we?" Announces Mistress Mel.
She clicks the button on the remote control in her hand which activates the electrocution device wrapped around Edward's scrotum.
He gasps as a new wave of pain hits him right in the privates.
Mistress Sophie relentlessly penetrates Edward's anus with the specially adapted vibrator.
"Shall we see how grateful he is for all the nice things we've done to him?" Asks Mistress Kim. "I think he should show us how much he's enjoying himself with us."
"Yes," agree the others. "Stop snivelling, get up and wank for us," orders Mistress Mel.
It's a relief to be free of the bit, reins and most of all - the electric shock device. But now Mistress Mel has just insisted that he produce a semen sample for them and he's not sure he can.
"A small output of semen would be an insult to all we've done for him," says Mistress Mel and her colleagues agree.
He can feel them watching him intently and feels under intense pressure to perform.
"After all the shocks to his balls he should be desperate to cum for us," says Mistress Sophie.
"Well hurry up," says Mistress Kim, "we haven't got all day. We've other men to see you know. You didn't pay for unlimited time!"
Edward's mind is spinning. He's very aroused by the presence of the commanding women. But he cannot ignore the pain in his arse from being fucked by Mistress Sophie.
He tugs on his penis - which responds straight away and becomes thicker in his grasp.
He does feel a lot of built up tension and it would be nice to release it all. But at the same time he wonders if he can actually achieve orgasm after all he's been through.
He wanks furiously - working himself faster and faster - and starts to feel a warmth building up inside.
"I think he's going to blow!" calls out Mistress Kim - recognising the look of intense concentration on his face.
She's right and an instant later Edward ejaculates, aiming for the plastic tray the women have placed in front of him.
The orgasm takes hold of him and his breathing speeds up as he continues to pump away on his cock.
Thick strands of semen shoot from the end as he works himself up into a frenzy.
He tries to get the sticky substance onto the tray as instructed.
He partially manages but some of his stuff has gone onto the floor. Mistress Kim reaches down and picks up the tray.
"Lick your mess off it," the woman barks - holding it in front of him. Edward regards it queasily.
He takes the tray and grimaces as the chemical smell of his semen reaches his nostrils.
But he's still desperate to please his mistresses so holds his breath and starts to lap up his sperm.
He carries on until every last drop is cleaned off the tray.
He makes himself swallow it down even though it makes him want to gag.
"That'll have to do I suppose," says Mistress Kim, "now don't forget to thank us for being so good to you."
"Thank you Mistress Mel. Thank you Mistress Kim. Thank you Mistress Sophie," he says - looking from one to the other. His time at the <em>CFNM Parlour</em> has changed him profoundly. He's in pain, has been utterly humiliated - yet has experienced the best and most intense orgasm of his life. So much so that he cannot help himself: "Same time next week?" He asks hopefully...
