The right position for a male

Why Males wear Skirt

Spread your cheeks bitch get your skirt and petticoats up and panties down.

 Nothing like screwing a pathetic feminized male.

Get ready to scream

 

Uncertain Times Part Eleven

I awoke to find my officer lover had disappeared.

 

The door swung open with a crash and I was hauled from my bed by two female guards.

I fell to the floor in my semi-naked state as they towered above me.

“Get up bitch.” The one snarled

They pulled me to my feet, the remnants of my clothing remaining on the floor. All I had left on was my tightly laced corset, stockings and miniscule panties.

A collar was put around my neck and a leash was attached to it. I was the dragged from the room by the two laughing women.

Outside I saw that some of my fellow captives had all been dragged from their rooms in a similar state of undress as me.

We were herded in to another smaller room little better than a cubby-hole where twelve of us were crammed together. There was so little space that our partially clothed bodies were rubbing together.

I was standing next to Paula and our nipples were erect from contact with each other as were our restrained cocks.

Although we had suffered indignity beyond belief we all became quite tear-full at the thought of what further humiliation was going to be inflicted on us.

After some time with great shouting from our numerous guards we were jostled out of the room. We had to pass through the middle of two lines of guards who groped us mercilessly as we were processed. First we were roughly stripped of what little clothing we had left and then led through to a bathroom where again we were crowded together in a shower and ordered to soap each other under the warm water.

There were about a dozen guards, booted and armed with short riding crops the stood around us watching us dry ourselves, mocking us and commenting on our naked white bodies.

Once dry we were marched off to another room which was very male orientated decorated in pink. There we were instructed to don corsets adorned with frills and then tighten each other as tightly as possible. Our breasts peeked over the top of the corsets our nipples erect almost with pleasure at our submission.

Our cocks were laced tightly in a pink sheaf preventing any erection.

We put on long lace topped stockings and very high heeled shoes before making up our faces and doing our hair.

We stood in a line before our guards and on their instructions performed perfect curtsey’s, the ultimate male submission to their dominant female masters.

The guards ordered us to put our hands on our heads and then they proceeded to fit a leather strap around our testicles which was tightly laced.

A thin piece of rope was inserted through a brass ring on each of the leather straps tying us in a line.

Then to further our humiliation a large pink bow was tied around our cocks.

Lastly we were gagged with ball gags and our wrists were tied behind our backs.

Thus attired we were led teetering on our heels out of the building.