"Stop!" ordered one of the women. "You've got to do this part right. Turn around and bend over. (The third woman complied, now thrusting her ass toward the man.) That's right. Now, in order to pull that tight skirt down properly, I'm sure you'll have to wiggle that ass back and forth quite a bit."

The third woman was weeping openly as she complied with her latest instructions. She slowly pulled the skirt down and wiggled her ass back and forth. It took nearly two full minutes to get the skirt off. She was then forced to remove her panties the same way.

When the third woman was completely naked, the other two women made here lie down onto what seemed to be a specially made foot stool. There were clamps near the bottom at each end of the foot stool. The third woman was made to stand against the higher end of the foot stool and to spread her legs wide apart. Clamps on that end of the stool were then closed around the third woman's ankles. Then, when she laid down onto the stool, her head was positioned several inches below her exposed ass. Clamps at the lower end of the stool were then closed around the third woman's wrists. Fully restrained, with her head low and her ass high, she was defenseless against whatever the dominatrixes would do to her.

One of the women ordered the man to stand behind the third woman and to rape her beckoning pussy. He tried to resist, but the two women attacked him viciously with their electric prods. In the end, he was forced to comply with their orders. When he stuck the end of his pole into the third woman's cunt, she screamed. I mean, she REALLY screamed. She struggled against her restraints and screamed repeatedly.

That's when I lost it. I forgot what Al had told me before. Worse, I forgot that my pants were open and my erect cock was sticking out. Maybe I was vulnerable because, at that point, I was getting pretty drunk. Anyway, for a moment, I believed that the rape was real. When I heard the woman screaming on the stage, far too loudly, I said something like "We have to stop them!" and I tried to stand and go down to the stage. Fortunately, the bench was pushed in a little bit under the edge of the table, so when I tried to stand, the edge of the table hit my belly and knocked me back down. I was momentarily disoriented. Finally, Al and Rick responded to something that was happening at my end of the table. They came around behind me and grabbed me before I was able to try to stand up again. They held me down on the bench.

"Hold on, boy scout," said Rick. "That's NOT a good idea. Like Al told you before, they're just acting. She doesn't really need, or want, our help." Then he started to laugh. Everyone near enough to know what I had said and tried to do, in fact, started to laugh. Then I recognized my mistake. I had believed too easily. They were just pretending. I was just sober enough to blush deeply. Lauren and Tracy were laughing both at my mistake and at my embarrassment. Everyone in the place, even the performers, must have noticed the laughter at our table and at the two tables on either side of ours. It couldn't have come at a less appropriate point in the show. I had been really enjoying the evening, but now, briefly, I found myself wishing that it would all just end soon.

"Okay now?" asked Al as I became calm and stopped trying to stand up.

"Yeah," I replied miserably. "Boy scout will behave now." My response caused a little extra laughter at our table, but it was better now because it was partly with me and not just at me.

When Lauren saw what her touch was doing to me, she raised her gloved left hand to the right side of my face. "Look at me, Spot," she softly said, as she turned my face upward toward hers. When I looked at her face ... I saw that she was the first Lauren again. God ... I was SO happy to see her! I couldn't deny the powerful release that I felt at seeing the first Lauren again. Tears started streaming down my cheeks.

Lauren continued in her soft voice "Now, that's not so hard, is it? WHY do you make us keep punishing you? If you just accept the rules and obey them, there won't be any need for us to punish you. That will be up to you, though. When you disobey, you are denying us OUR pleasure, and for that you will be rightfully punished."

She released my face and stepped back. She started using her chamber 4 voice again. "Eyes down, Spot! If you are always obedient ... and if you pleasure us well ... we will show you our appreciation. That will be your only source of pleasure here, so you must learn to value it. I now give you permission to answer immediately whenever one of us asks you a question."

With my emotions back under control, and with my eyes again lowered to the floor, I answered "Yes, Mistress."

Then Lauren gave me an important test. "Now, tell me who you are and what you will do."

A few minutes before, I had been resigning myself to the idea that I would have to obey the *rules* of these women just to avoid punishment. But Lauren's touch gave me a new reason, a much better reason, to obey. I could accept the new reason much more easily than I could accept the first one. If that touch was her way of showing me her *appreciation*, I sure as hell would try to get more of it. I wanted to be touched like that ... I NEEDED to be touched like that ... again and again.