Scared straight part 4
Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2024 12:09 am
The random inspection.
As slaves on occasion we would be lined up and put under a microscope sort of speak.
On this particular occasion it was on a cool crisp morning right in front of the school with everyone looking on, all were anxious to see who would get there ass whipped first.
It was interesting to see that Crystal and Misty’s mom was there on the scene again.
After what happened to her in the previous chapter you would think she’d be to shamed to ever show her face around the school again, but there she was dressed to impress in her maroon dress hosed legs and heels looking both of her slave naked daughters as if she’s the authority of what a slave supposed to look and be like.
She watched as Kim fondled Misty feeling her nipples making sure they were hard and ready.
She closely examined her not so private area for unwanted hair.
She then shoved her fingers up her cunt making sure she was wet and ready.
She stood back for a moment looking at Misty’s fat gut.
“ Deb I think Misty’s loosing a little weight. “
Kim pointed out positively.
Mom sort of nods and smiles.
Kim moves on towards Crystal who’s body was all ways perfect of course no punishment for her. She then stepped over to me looking at my hard erect cock.
Kim pinched it with her fingers and nods with approval.
Mom then does the same but disagreed with Kim’s assessment.
“ He’s not hard enough! “
She says with a look of disgust on her face. Kim and I watched as mom unzipped her purse and pulls out this thing that looks like a epi pen.
She then held my cock and shoved the needle right into the side of my prick.
I heard moans of pain coming from all the guys that were looking on, and they wasn’t even the ones getting stuck.
I then felt the burn of the medication as it flows through my cock. Once the syringe was empty mom pulled it from my prick.
I felt myself start to grow harder, painfully hard.
I reached for my cock to stroke myself.
“ No hands off! Cuff him behind his back! “
Mom said watching me squirm in pain.
“ He needs cage time! “
Mom suggested allowing Misty to stay out of the cage.
From the confined surroundings of the kennel I continued to squirm in pain as Kim and mom inspected the rest of the slaves, not finding anything wrong with them.
Afterwards I was wheeled into the science lab for the class to observe me as my cock and balls felt almost as if they were gonna explode. Finally I shot this huge load without even touching myself.
The whole experience was definitely humiliating and horrific.
But what concerned me more was it took me a week to get a boner again.
Graduation day.
After about six weeks of us being slave naked the producers felt they had enough footage to create the show. So in the gym they constructed the stage, and had a ceremony for us.
We were all given a certificate along with a cheap tee shirt that said.
I survived the Scared Straight Slave program.
But the more importantly thing was we were allowed to get dressed and wear clothes again. For myself that wasn’t a problem I’d been looking forward to this day for a long while now.
But for the girls they seemed to struggle with having to get dressed and wear clothes full time again.
I suppose slave brain was taking over to the point they were comfortable within their own skin.
The good thing for myself though was that getting Misty out of her clothes was not a challenge any more.
When I’d go over to visit she’d answer the front door wearing only one of her thongs and a slutty looking revealing top.
And once behind her bedroom door she’d strip out of both lay back on her bed spreading her legs wide and demand that I make myself useful to her.
And just like the pussy whipped boyfriend I was I’d go down on her and got busy pleasuring her.
As slaves on occasion we would be lined up and put under a microscope sort of speak.
On this particular occasion it was on a cool crisp morning right in front of the school with everyone looking on, all were anxious to see who would get there ass whipped first.
It was interesting to see that Crystal and Misty’s mom was there on the scene again.
After what happened to her in the previous chapter you would think she’d be to shamed to ever show her face around the school again, but there she was dressed to impress in her maroon dress hosed legs and heels looking both of her slave naked daughters as if she’s the authority of what a slave supposed to look and be like.
She watched as Kim fondled Misty feeling her nipples making sure they were hard and ready.
She closely examined her not so private area for unwanted hair.
She then shoved her fingers up her cunt making sure she was wet and ready.
She stood back for a moment looking at Misty’s fat gut.
“ Deb I think Misty’s loosing a little weight. “
Kim pointed out positively.
Mom sort of nods and smiles.
Kim moves on towards Crystal who’s body was all ways perfect of course no punishment for her. She then stepped over to me looking at my hard erect cock.
Kim pinched it with her fingers and nods with approval.
Mom then does the same but disagreed with Kim’s assessment.
“ He’s not hard enough! “
She says with a look of disgust on her face. Kim and I watched as mom unzipped her purse and pulls out this thing that looks like a epi pen.
She then held my cock and shoved the needle right into the side of my prick.
I heard moans of pain coming from all the guys that were looking on, and they wasn’t even the ones getting stuck.
I then felt the burn of the medication as it flows through my cock. Once the syringe was empty mom pulled it from my prick.
I felt myself start to grow harder, painfully hard.
I reached for my cock to stroke myself.
“ No hands off! Cuff him behind his back! “
Mom said watching me squirm in pain.
“ He needs cage time! “
Mom suggested allowing Misty to stay out of the cage.
From the confined surroundings of the kennel I continued to squirm in pain as Kim and mom inspected the rest of the slaves, not finding anything wrong with them.
Afterwards I was wheeled into the science lab for the class to observe me as my cock and balls felt almost as if they were gonna explode. Finally I shot this huge load without even touching myself.
The whole experience was definitely humiliating and horrific.
But what concerned me more was it took me a week to get a boner again.
Graduation day.
After about six weeks of us being slave naked the producers felt they had enough footage to create the show. So in the gym they constructed the stage, and had a ceremony for us.
We were all given a certificate along with a cheap tee shirt that said.
I survived the Scared Straight Slave program.
But the more importantly thing was we were allowed to get dressed and wear clothes again. For myself that wasn’t a problem I’d been looking forward to this day for a long while now.
But for the girls they seemed to struggle with having to get dressed and wear clothes full time again.
I suppose slave brain was taking over to the point they were comfortable within their own skin.
The good thing for myself though was that getting Misty out of her clothes was not a challenge any more.
When I’d go over to visit she’d answer the front door wearing only one of her thongs and a slutty looking revealing top.
And once behind her bedroom door she’d strip out of both lay back on her bed spreading her legs wide and demand that I make myself useful to her.
And just like the pussy whipped boyfriend I was I’d go down on her and got busy pleasuring her.