by Traci
Mistress Donna And The Girls Next Door
The Trap
A large and sturdy pillory was bolted to the floor in the middle of a spacious basement. A plump, soft bodied man of about 40 years of age was severely bent over in the pillory, his head, wrists and ankles spread and locked in the holes of the wooden yoke. A large gag was stuffed in his mouth and secured by straps. A leather hood and the gag was all the apparel he was wearing — he was utterly naked. The man was mumbling unintelligibly and straining his body furiously against the immovable restraints, trying desperately to free himself from his predicament…
Eugene had never thought the feud with his new next door neighbors would lead to this. Eugene lived alone, and the house next door was rented by three women in their mid to late twenties: Traci, Donna, and Lisa.
He did not get along with them right from the start. They had their first confrontation over the loud music the girls liked to listen to. The relations with his next-door neighbors only went downhill from there: there were complaints to the township board, shouting matches over street parking, and on and on. As the feud escalated, Eugene harassed the women tirelessly and inventively: stealing the women’s mail, overturning their garbage cans, vandalizing their flower garden. Two weeks ago, after Eugene found garbage strewn over his own lawn, he waited until dark, and scratched the paint of Donna’s new Honda, and cut up its tires. He was careful not to be seen, or so he thought.
A few days later, as Eugene was getting into his car, Traci and Lisa came out to talk to him. The girls said that the situation has got out of hand, and that they wanted to make peace. They were to meet in the women’s house this Friday, to discuss their ugly feud and to put an end to it. Eugene was surprised and a little suspicious, but he agreed to come.
On Friday evening Eugene rang the women’s doorbell and was let inside. He was shown to the living room where all of them sat down to discuss the situation over a few drinks. Eugene had an uneasy feeling that
something did not seem quite right. He realized what it was: the women’s appearance did not match the occasion. The girls were dolled up as if for a sexy night out on the town. Traci was wearing a low-cut flower
print blouse, a short black leather skirt that hugged her shapely thighs and bottom, dark pantyhose, and black pumps; she wore ribbons in her hair. Donna had on a sexy “little black dress”, sheer pantyhose, and mid calf soft leather boots; her blond hair was done in a ponytail. Petite and buxom Lisa wore a very tight mid-thigh skirt and a white silk blouse. The women were wearing make up and perfume.
Donna was the first to speak: “I am so glad you agreed to come, Eugene. I think we will settle our feud right here, today.” “Yes, we will get to the bottom of all this”, added Traci exchanging a strange look with Donna. Eugene was getting more suspicious — something was definitely not right. It wasn’t what the girls were saying, it was the smirk on Traci’s face, and especially the women’s confident manner that made Eugene feel very uneasy about being here. “I changed my mind, you bitches” he announced, “I am through wasting my time here!” “You really should watch that mouth of yours, Eugene,” said Lisa, “calling people ugly names could come back to haunt you!” “I will call you whatever I want, cunt!” said Eugene, and he proceeded to do exactly that, using the most inventive insults he knew. Eugene ended his tirade by saying “Now you can chew on this for a while — I am leaving! I am not spending another minute here!” “Are you sure you don’t want to stay around for a while?” asked Traci with a cute smile, “We have planned a kind of a surprise for you.” Eugene was suddenly aware of a sick feeling in his stomach. Without a response he got up and turned for the door. After only a couple of steps his legs gave out and he sat down on the floor, dazed. The women were watching his discomfort without any apparent surprise. He saw smiles on their faces and suddenly realized what happened. “You drugged me you bitches!” he cried. “Just a teeny little pill in your drink”, laughed Traci, “It looks like you’ll be staying a while after all. We have big plans for you.” Eugene tried to crawl towards the door, but his arms and legs refused to move. Soon he drifted into a sleep.
The girls clinked their glasses and drank a toast to their success. There was no time to waste; they knew that Eugene may regain his senses soon. Lisa produced some duct tape and soon Eugene was left lying on the floor at the women’s feet with his hands and ankles tightly bound. “I think we should gag him. He’s got quite a mouth on him,” said Lisa. Donna slipped a leather hood over Eugene’s head, leaving the eyeholes open, and tightly laced it in the back. A bright red ball gag was inserted into Eugene’s mouth and fastened very tightly with straps around the hood. The gag filled his mouth completely. Eugene’s cheeks were painfully stretched out. “He looks like a hamster,” laughed Traci.
As the girls dragged Eugene like a sack downstairs into the basement he started showing signs of life again; the drug was quickly wearing off. By the time he was laid down on the basement floor he was writhing like a worm. In the middle of the basement stood a large wooden pillory. The heavy wooden board with holes for the prisoner’s head and wrists could be moved up and down between the two support posts by a pulley and a hand crank. At floor level there was a board with holes for the victim’s ankles, set at various widths apart. “Perfect for keeping our harasser on a helpless display for as long as we wish. We spared no expense on you Eugene,” chuckled Donna.
Eugene put up a desperate fight as his ankles, hands and head were being forcibly shoved into the holes in the pillory’s boards and locked in place. Eugene’s unexpectedly stubborn resistance was at first a cause for
concern among the girls; they could breathe a sigh of relief only when all the boards were closed shut and locked, leaving Eugene completely helpless. Eugene was standing with ankles locked a good 4′ apart in the holes of the floor board, while his upper body was bent slightly at the waist, with his hands and head locked in the main pillory board. Huffing and puffing through his gag Eugene stood in this position, staring furiously at the girls.
“Now, for my favorite part,” said Traci with a laugh, “I think our harasser here would look quite arresting without any clothes on. Lisa would you like to do the honors? I want him bare-ass naked, pretty please. Leave
him with just his hood and gag.” She handed Lisa a pair of scissors and stepped back to watch.
“Mmmmmmppppppffff!!” came a furious protestation from Eugene’s gagged mouth at the realization of the shocking humiliation he was about to suffer in front of the women.
“I beg your pardon, Eugene,” asked Lisa mockingly, “was that an angry outburst on your part? Temper, temper… Well, you just go ahead and be as angry as you like while I strip you buck naked. Let’s see if you are still this feisty when you are left in your birthday suit.”
As Traci and Donna laughed and looked on, Eugene’s clothes were methodically cut off and removed by vengeful Lisa, one garment at a time, slowly. When just his underpants remained Lisa paused for effect.
“About to lose your last trace of modesty, Eugene,” she said playing with the waistband, “isn’t revenge sweet?”
Despite his desperate wriggling, there was absolutely nothing Eugene could do as heartless Lisa unceremoniously cut off and removed his underpants leaving him stark naked in front of his female hosts.
“Goodness gracious, Eugene, what an immodest situation,” giggled Traci rolling her eyes, “you are revealing more of yourself than I ever cared to see before. Tell me Eugene, is it really as humiliating as it appears — to be forcibly stripped naked like this?”
Nothing in Eugene’s life could prepare him for the humiliation of his predicament. A more pathetic situation was hard to imagine. Eugene was a rather fat gentleman. He was 5’10’ tall, and weighed about 230 pounds. His skin was very white with almost no body hair. He was sporting a roll of fat around his midsection, a large belly, full thighs, and wide hips. But it was his ass that was definitely the most distinguished part of his shapely anatomy — very big and round, white and flabby, almost womanly in appearance. Eugene normally would hide his fat physique behind loose-fitting clothes, but there was no hiding his assets now. The cursed position he was held in made his naked posterior his most prominent feature.
Eugene spent a few minutes furiously trying to shake his body free; alas, he could do nothing against the restraints holding him in his position. He tried to force the gag out of his mouth and call for help, but he could muster nothing except muffled barks and moans. While Eugene was busy with this exercise in futility, Traci crouched down next to him. Minding her short skirt, she carefully checked his ankle restraints; having found everything to her liking, the girl straightened up and with an open palm of her hand gave Eugene’s flabby behind a couple of loud slaps.
“What a lovely position,” she giggled. “You are quite a show-off in front of the ladies, Eugene.”
“Oh, he is a lady killer all right,” added Lisa with a laugh, “Like a birthday present, only already
unwrapped.”
Donna strolled in front of the pillory and checked Eugene’s neck and wrists immobilized in the wooden board. She examined the fit of the gag stretching Eugene’s cheeks, and smiled triumphantly — everything was quite to her satisfaction.
The Payback
Traci addressed her now-naked neighbor: “As we told you we invited you here to discuss the state of our relationship. What we neglected to tell you is that you’ll be put in your present predicament. Had you known, I am sure you would not have come, would you Eugene?”, the girl laughed at her little joke.
“Luckily for us you did come here,” Lisa remarked with a smirk, “Looking very confident, I might add.”
“You were even wearing clothes at the time as I remember,” she added patting Eugene’s bare ass cheeks, as the women burst into laughter.
Full of fury, Eugene emitted another muffled howl that sounded like “Mmmpfffffg!” and attempted to headbutt Traci who was standing in front of the pillory. Traci just laughed and slapped Eugene’s face a few times.
“Hmm, didn’t I warn you against these angry outbursts, Eugene?” asked Lisa. “I don’t think this is real smart of you, given your physical predicament. Losing all your clothes apparently did not teach you enough humility — I have something else in mind for you that may just change your attitude.”
Lisa sauntered to the front of the pillory and started to rotate the hand crank. The heavy board holding Eugene’s neck and wrists began to slide down between the two pillory supports. Poor Eugene strained upwards against the movement of the board with all his might, but as hard as he tried he could do nothing against a 5’1″-tall Lisa playfully turning the crank.
The lower the board came, the worse was the strain on Eugene’s body,forced to bend over at the waist more and more. Lisa stopped when Eugene’s head, just inches away from her, was level with the hem of her
short skirt. “Is that humiliating enough, or should I continue, Eugene?” asking Lisa mockingly. Now bent over at a 90 degree angle at the waist, the naked man bucked desperately against the restrainsts. “Still defiant, are we?” laughed the diminutive Lisa putting her hand on the crank again, “Well, let’s see how you look bent over, with your ass in the air.”
Lisa did not stop until she lowered the board almost all the way to the floor, giving Eugene a good view of her high-heeled shoes, just inches from his face. Eugene was now bent over almost in two, his wide flabby rear end lifted nicely in the air to Lisa’s complete satisfaction. The tight fit of the boards against Eugene’s limbs prevented any possibility of his crouching down and ensured that his bare posterior stayed in the prominent position it now occupied. His predicament was sheer torture — after just one minute in this position the strain on his body was already unbearable.
The ladies gathered around Eugene to admire their handiwork. There was indeed much to admire: the women’s harasser who just a short time ago thought he was in control, was now quite a comical spectacle. There he was — a fat forty-year-old man, bare-ass naked, bent over severely, head near the floor, pot-belly hanging low, and bare plump posterior lewdly put on display. The legs were stretched wide pulling his fleshy ass cheeks apart obscenely, and putting his ass crack and rectum in full view of the girls enjoying the view. Eugene’s exposed testicles and small penis hung limply for all to see. Lisa stood over Eugene, her feet in high-heeled shoes just inches from his head sticking out of the hole in the pillory board. “Do you like the new predicament I chose for you, Eugene?”, asked Lisa with a smirk, “You look so pretty trussed up like this. Although, a little on the immodest side, isn’t it? Go ahead, now you can be as angry as you want to be — this ought to be quite amusing. Perhaps you want to try to headbutt me again? Or maybe you can mumble some cusswords through the gag?” There was no verbal response from Eugene as he strained his bent-over body against the torturous position Lisa put him into.
“Picture perfect, Lisa” said Donna smiling at the naked man’s pathetic squirming, “absolutely ideal for what he has coming to him next.”
“Now then, let’s discuss each incident and confrontation separately,” Traci addressed Eugene again, “Of course, we’ll lead the discussion; given your situation, your verbal participation will be somewhat limited. Your involvement will be — how shall I put it delicately — of a physical nature.”
“For a preview of coming attractions look up straight ahead of you, Eugene,” said Donna. Despite himself, Eugene craned his neck, and looked. On the wall, several yards away, was a rack that he had not noticed before. Hanging there Eugene saw to his horror several long black single-tail whips. Closer to the pillory, Eugene saw a bucket filled with long canes. “By the way, in that bottle you see next to the canes,” she continued, “are the smelling salts. This in case we need to revive you from your previous flogging for your next one, if you pass out. I’d say there is a good chance of that happening: after all there are three of us, and each one of us has a long list of issues we need to ‘discuss’ with you.”
“Let’s begin then,” said Donna eagerly. “You get the first call, Traci.” “Perfect,” smiled Traci. I think that a single-tail whipping will be terrific for improving his attitude. Donna, you can do the honors — I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show. I want to see him brought to the point of howls and tears — then the real fun can start.”
Donna slowly walked over to the wall rack. Picking out one whip after another Donna slashed the air several times sharply, watching Eugene’s reaction. The single-tail whips were 4 to 5 feet long and made a terrible “SWISHHH” sound which made Eugene’s heart sink. Having settled on the whip of her choice, the girl slowly walked around Eugene’s body, her high heels clicking on the cement floor, trailing the tip of the whip on the floor.
In the last moments left to him, Eugene made a promise to himself:
“however bad this is going to get, I can take it! I will not give these bitches the pleasure of watching me squirm and wiggle around! I will not make a sound, stay motionless and composed, and take it like a man!”
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud swishing sound, as Donna brought the whip across the middle of Eugene’s buttocks. Searing pain rose up in his backside, it was as if a small fire was lit there. The shock of the first lash was great; Eugene barely managed to suppress his desire to jump, or to cry out. The next one was as bad as the first. Joining Lisa, Traci walked to the front of the pillory and sat down in a chair facing Eugene. She crossed her sexy legs, adjusted her skirt, took a sip from a wine glass, looked down at Eugene’s face, and smiled.
Donna swished Eugene’s ass again and again. She was flogging her harasser without hurry and quite effortlessly. Her arm would swing in a graceful arc, with a flick of her wrist at the end to snap the whip.
Her blond ponytail was bobbing in rhythm to the whipping. A gleeful smile was playing on her face. Eugene tried to count the strokes to keep his mind on something other than the fire all over his bottom, but he soon lost track. Donna was varying the rhythm, to keep Eugene from anticipating the next stroke.
As the pain from the whip became worse and worse, Eugene’s resolve was weakening. The cruel position he was held in made the pain worse. “He seems to be in a feisty spirit,” said Donna. “I think he is trying to hold on to what little is left of his dignity and self-control, aren’t you Eugene?” laughed Traci just as the next lash from Donna’s whip arrived. It took everything Eugene had left to keep silent: his toes and fingers were curled in agony and he was biting hard into the gag. “This pillory is such a bitch, isn’t it, Eugene,” Traci added with a giggle in time for the next lash, “It must be awfully difficult to keep any dignity looking like this, don’t you agree Eugene?” Donna’s whip sliced into Eugene’s raised ass, confirming Traci’s point. Donna was pausing a few seconds between lashes to give Eugene a full chance to feel the terrible effect from each one. To the
delight of the girls, Eugene started to let small cries escape his gag.
“So hard to keep your composure, after all, isn’t it Eugene?” said Traci sarcastically, watching the whipping, “what with losing all your clothes, then ending up in this unfortunate position, and now the whipping and all. I am guessing our meeting is not going the way you hoped?” Every single lash was now raising a red welt on Eugene’s naked derriere. Eugene’s small cries turned to groans, then sobs, as he fidgeted in the pillory in front of delighted Traci and Lisa.
Donna said: “I think he is now ready to take a more active part in discussing his behavior toward you, Traci.”
“Oh, perfect,” smiled the girl, “For starters, do you remember how you insulted me during an argument we had once, Eugene? I seem to recall that you called me a slut, said that my skirt was too tight for my fat ass. You had strong opinions about my appearance: ‘big-hair bimbo’, ‘too much make-up’, ‘no modesty’. What about the way you appear in front of me now, Eugene? Gives ‘immodesty’ a whole new meaning, doesn’t it?”
There was no response from Eugene. “I think what Eugene needs,” Traci said to Donna pleasantly, “is a good caning. One that’s severe enough and long enough to make him change his opinion about my appearance.”
Smiling gleefully Donna brought over a long leather cane. With a smirk she showed the cane to Eugene, an act which brought forth from Eugene much futile bucking against the pillory and muffled cries. Donna started
the caning. As she sliced her harasser’s perfectly displayed bottom again and again, the ordeal was much more than Eugene could bear. With his head near the floor and his naked ass raised in the air, forced to look
straight ahead at triumphant Traci and Lisa seated in front of him, Eugene was really howling into his gag now from each swish of the cane. Unable to deal with the pain, Eugene also began to jerk his plump body frantically. Alas, the pillory did not give at all — Eugene’s body was stretched tight as can be. Eugene’s arms, legs and the rest of him stayed perfectly immobilized, however his frantic jerking around was transferred to the only part of his body that had some small freedom of movement — his derriere. The lone sad result of Eugene’s struggles was that his full ass cheeks were shaking like jelly and dancing a little from side to side.
The girls were greatly enjoying this new comical distraction. “My, my, a full-scale escape attempt. A regular mutiny, tsk, tsk, tsk” giggled Traci getting up out of her chair to pat Eugene’s large shaking ass. Traci kept her hand on Eugene’s upraised posterior, feeling a wonderful sense of power and absolute control. Her former harasser was carrying on his useless attempts to escape the ordeal that she planned for him, and succeeding only in shaking his fat behind that was now jiggling under her hand. “So much effort on your part, Eugene, and absolutely nothing to show for it. It does not look like your position improved one bit,” Traci said mockingly, petting Eugene’s welted bottom, “Still being displayed prettily for Donna’s cane, despite all your efforts; this must be quite demoralizing, isn’t it Eugene?”. As soon as the girl took her hand away, and took a step back, the cane lash arrived, one of the better ones yet. Another one came as Traci took her seat, then another, then many more.
“By the way, Eugene, I am wearing the same skirt that you thought was too tight for my ass,” said Traci. “I’d like to hear your opinion of it now. Maybe you can give me some fashion and make-up tips, even as Donna makes you do a bare ass dance in front of me,” added the girl and burst into happy laughter.
The thing Eugene wanted most desperately was not to give in to Traci’s taunts; unfortunately for him, by now his predicament was more than he could deal with. With his bare bottom spread and presented perfectly for Donna’s awful cane, all Eugene could offer as the answer to Traci’s taunts were more howling noises and the obscene jiggling of his fat posterior. “No, I don’t think I’m satisfied with your explanation Eugene, try to be more expressive,” giggled Traci observing the delightful scene before her, and the sweet sounds that accompanied it: Swishhh! — “Mfggghh!!” — Swishhh! — “Aieeeee!!” — Swishhh! — “Aieeeee!! Mfgghhh” — Swishhh!
Stripped of his clothes, his freedom, and finally of all traces of his dignity and self-control, Eugene was now experiencing what it was like to be owned by the vengeful women. For her part, Traci was truly enjoying herself now. Seated in a chair in front of the pillory the young lady was a picture of triumphant confidence. A short distance in front of her, her former harasser, completely in her control, was suffering his humiliating fate. The contrast was remarkable: Traci — pretty, well-dressed and composed, laughing and smiling, gleefully
enjoying her revenge. Eugene — fat, naked and gagged, pilloried in front of the heartless girls, reduced by the unending caning to a shaking, howling mound of welted ass flesh.
By now it’s been about an hour since Eugene had been secured in the pillory. Eugene knew that he could not take any more punishment, but he also knew that the girls were just getting started. Having finally gotten Eugene into the state he was now in, Traci had no intention of ending their ‘discussion’, as she put it — she was simply enjoying herself too much for that. Lisa’s and Donna’s turns were coming up eventually. With sudden horror, Eugene remembered what he’d done to Donna’s car. Shaking with fear while just trying to
imagine the punishment Donna would choose for him, Eugene could only hope to pass out soon. Then he remembered — the smelling salts! The girls planned everything perfectly, indeed.
