Pervert's Last Days as a Real Man, A - Part 1

Part 1

A fantasy by Paulo

It was August of last year. I had had the privilege of attending Mistress Lash for some 18 months. Once a week I would present my worthless body to her for her amusement but it wasn’t for me, a filthy perverted male scum, to decide when. Mistress would phone me and tell me when to come to her dungeon and I would have to comply …. Or else!!! Sometimes She would give me a days notice, sometimes only an hour or two, sometimes she would phone me at work and tell me to get round straight away and I would have to obey. The punishment for non-obedience would be that I would never be allowed to see her again, a terrible prospect, so I always obeyed her commands. One of her orders was that I always keep my body totally shaved from my neck to my ankles, her principle being that a disgusting cunt like me was not entitled to the body hair of a real man. To Her, I was just a wanker, a low-life scum, a piece of shit, not even worthy to lick her boots. At the end of each visit, Mistress would present me with an outfit that I would have to wear for my next appointment … French maid’s outfit, nurse’s outfit, etc. Wherever I was at the time of her call, I would have to change into the clothes and take public transport to her house; she said that this humiliation of being seen by everyone dressed as a girl was necessary for my continued submission. Mistress would only allow me to attend for an hour at a time; she said that even that was an honour for a scumbag like me.

On this particular occasion, Mistress had previously issued me with a schoolgirl uniform, white ankle socks, a very short pleated skirt that left my thighs exposed almost to my bum, a padded bra to give the impression of small breasts, a white blouse and a school tie but no knickers. In their place, She included a cock and ball harness and ordered me to practice putting in on …. All without any explanation.

When she phoned my mobile, it was 2.15 in the afternoon.

“You at work cunt” she demanded.

“Yes Mistress” I replied meekly

“Have you got the package with you you bastard?” she snarled

Again I replied in the affirmative.

“Right” she ordered “Find yourself somewhere to get dressed, get that pathetic cock of yours as hard as it’ll get, put the harness on under the skirt and take a bus over here NOW!! You have one hour to get here and don’t be late.”

With that, she rang off leaving me trembling with fear. I pleaded a family emergency to my boss and hurried from work to a public toilet nearby. I stripped naked and applied the harness after stroking my penis to its full 8” length. I put the uniform on and left the toilet to stand at the bus stop. The effect of the harness keeping my penis stiff was to push the front of the short skirt out, making it obvious to everyone that I had a hard-on.

I got on the bus, my face burning with shame, and put my ticket in the machine trying to avoid the eyes of the driver. As I turned to walk to a seat, I caught her eye, there was a look of disgust on her face and I shivered in humiliation. My heart pounded as I realised the bus was full of women, some young, some older. They all stared at me as I made my way to a seat at the back. The older women glared at me in disgust and anger, the younger ones laughed and whispered to each other but they all stared at the bulge in my skirt. When I sat down, the skirt was so short that it rode up to exposed my harnessed penis. Two of the girls, aged about 19, glanced round and saw my erect cock. They burst out laughing, drawing attention from the rest of the women. Two women, in their late 20’s, seated two seats in front of me, turned to see what the girls were laughing about. Try as I might, I couldn’t pull the skirt down enough to cover myself completely and they glared at me with total contempt. They spoke to each other quietly then rang the bell for the bus to stop. They stood up and walked back to stand in front of me. The first one spat in my face.

“You filthy fucking pervert” she snarled, “You ought to be locked up.”

The second woman stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face as all the other women and girls watched.

“Prisons not good enough for a stinking shit like you” she sneered, “I’d cut your balls off if it was up to me.”

My face burned with shame and I trembled with fear as the two women glared at me in utter contempt. They turned away and left the bus and over the next few stops, the bus gradually emptied. The women stared at me as they got off and the younger girls laughed at me and made rude comments, leaving me feeling ashamed and almost in tears.

Finally, to my relief, the bus was empty, only two stops to go before the end of the line, which was at the end of Mistress’ street. But my relief was short-lived.

As the bus turned the corner into her street, the end of the line, I stood up and made my way to the front. My heart leapt at the sight in front of me and I began to cry. Mistress had obviously calculated my arrival time … I had forgotten that there was a girls school at the end of her street and there were several hundred young girls milling around as they had just left the school …all in the same uniform as me.

My face burned as I stepped off the bus into a crowd of about 30 young girls, aged from 11 to 14 who were waiting for the bus. They gasped in surprise when they saw me, their eyes went to the bulge in my skirt, and they all laughed. Some of them called out to their friends and soon all of them were aware of me. I tried to hurry away as the girls called out insults, whistled at me and screamed with laughter. I sobbed as I walked through the crowd of girls, their insults and catcalls ringing in my ears as I hurried down the street. But I was strangely turned on by their attention, I began to imagine myself naked in front of them, wanking as they laughed and called me a pervert, tying me down and rubbing their sweet, virgin, smooth pussies on my face and then pissing in my mouth. By the time I reached Mistress’ house, my cock was the hardest it had ever been

I rang the bell and waited, my hands on my head as I was always expected to do. The front gate was only 10 yards away and girls filed passed, laughing and jeering, calling out insults. “Fucking pervert” one shouted, “wanker” called another. A crowd of girls gathered at the gate, whistling at me and laughing.

“Come on perv, show us your dick” one girl called out. I was trembling with shame but turned on and my cock twitched under the skirt at the thought of showing the young girls my shaven, harnessed genitals but I knew I dare not, Mistress has security cameras at the door and was surely watching me. If I took my hands from my head this would be an act of disobedience and the penalty for that would be that I would never be allowed to attend mistress again.

Mistress left me there to suffer the humiliation for 10 minutes before opening the door. She was dressed in a leather bodice which left her breasts and shaven pussy exposed, suspender belt and black stockings, stiletto heeled ankle length shoes and in her hand was a riding crop. I made to walk in to her house but she shoved me back.

“Stay where you are cunt” she barked, “Did I give you permission to move?”

“No Mistress” I sobbed.

“You still don’t get it you bastard do you” she snorted, “You are mine, you will do nothing without permission and when I give you an order, it must be obeyed without question, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress” I replied.

She looked me up and down, a look if utter contempt on her face.

“My god, you really are a pathetic piece if shit” she sneered.

With the tip of the riding crop she flicked up my short skirt to expose my erect penis.

“Turn round and face the street” she ordered.

I obeyed, sobbing with shame and trembling with fear.

“Now your punishment for trying to enter without permission is that you will stay there until I’m ready to let you in” she said, “And don’t you dare move you fucking pervert” With that, she slammed the door and left me standing there, my erect and harnessed cock exposed.

The schoolgirls continued to pass the gate and I kept very still. My emotions were mixed, part of me hoped that they wouldn’t notice me and another part of me hoped that they would. A group of 4 girls passed the gate and one of them glanced towards me. She gasped in surprise then burst out laughing. She whispered to her friends and they stopped and looked at me, laughing and jeering at me. Other girls joined them and soon there was a crowd of about 15 gathered round the gate. I shuddered with shame as they hurled insults at me but at the same time I was strangely turned on by their attention. After about 5 minutes, they drifted away leaving me trembling and fantasising over their soft young bodies.

Mistress opened the door once more.

“Face me you cunt” she ordered.

I obeyed, shaking with fear.

“I bet you enjoyed that” she scoffed, “All those little girls looking at your cock”

“No Mistress” I lied.

She lashed out with the crop, the tip of it slammed onto my penis head and I screamed in pain.

“Fucking liar” she barked, “I think you are really a dirty paedophile aren’t you?”

“No Mistress, I’m not … honestly” I sobbed.

At that moment I heard the gate squeak and turned my head. My heart leapt at what I saw. Two young girls aged about 17, wearing the school uniform, were walking down the path laughing and giggling at the sight of me. I was confused and turned back to look at Mistress. She grinned.

“Worried are you?” she asked.

Before I had time to reply, the two girls stood in front of me and looked at me in disgust. Suddenly, one of them grabbed my harnessed balls and squeezed hard. I screamed, the pain was terrible, she continued to squeeze and twist them as I yelled and begged her to stop.

Mistress laughed.

“Very good Anne, you’ve learnt your lessons well” she said, “Drag the cunt inside”

Ann pulled me through the door by my balls as I blubbered and begged her to stop. Once inside, she continued to squeeze and twist my balls, a look of sheer contempt on her face. My pleadings became more pathetic as the horrendous pain flooded through me, tears rolled down my face and I felt sure she was going to rip my testicles from my body. After 2 minutes, Mistress told Ann to let me go. She lashed out again with the crop, catching me along the full length of my cock and I screamed anew.

“On your knees you cunt” she ordered.

I obeyed. On my knees, I couldn’t help staring at the young girl’s smooth legs. The other girl stepped forward and slapped my face.

“Stop looking at my legs you filthy bastard” she barked.

“I’m sorry Miss” I sobbed.

She grabbed my hair and threw me face down on the carpet.

“Face the floor pervert” she ordered, “I don’t want a filthy cunt like you to look at me”

Mistress laughed.

“Good Jane” she said, “that’s the way to treat wankers like him”

Mistress stood in front of me.

“Now cunt” she sneered, “I’m going to give you a present. Instead of one hour today, I’m going to let you stay for three hours” She laughed again. “But I don’t think you’ll thank me for it. These two girls are my nieces and I’m training them in the art of dominating snivelling perverted cunts like you. Today’s lesson is going to be cock and ball torture and they are going to practice on you”

She slammed the crop across my buttocks and I yelped with pain.

“Now crawl into the dungeon pervert” she ordered.

I complied, crawling on my stomach as Mistress urged me on with lashes from the crop across my buttocks and the backs of my legs. I sobbed as I crawled across the hallway to the dungeon door, sick with fear at what was to come, my ordeal was about to begin.

……..To be continued