The Felicity Chronicles: My Exploits as a Humiliator

[Blondie]

Chapter 26: Blondie, Johnny Boy, Bobby, Tina and Ruby, Part 1 of 3

As I mentioned in my introduction, before I was introduced to Blondie I had heard quite a few juicy stories from my sister Julie about his humiliations at the hands of Julie and her friends. One of my favorite stories—maybe the favorite—was when they made him strip naked in the auditorium during the annual school play. The visualization, along with imagining Blondie's mental anguish as he sat there naked amid the whole, mostly oblivious student body...well, let me just say that I have pleasured myself on more than one occasion while fantasizing about that scene.

One of my prevailing thoughts whenever I imagined that fabulous spectacle was that I so wished I could have been there. So, when someone handed me a flyer about the upcoming school play, I stopped in my tracks.

What's to stop me from making Blondie relive that ultra humiliating experience all over again?

Well, you probably know me well by now, so you know the answer to that: absolutely nothing!

The play was still over a week away, but my excitement was so electric I could barely sleep that night. As I lay awake my mind was racing, and another tasty idea popped into my head.

Why stop with Blondie? Let's have some fun with Johnny Boy, too!

Then another thought.

Might as well let Bobby join in the fun. And why not throw Tina and Ruby into the mix? Ah, my gang of victims. It'll be a humiliation extravaganza!

I was pretty worked up, but I finally managed to diddle myself to sleep that night.

The next day in the cafeteria I shared my plan with Kayla, Andrea and Natalie. They were thrilled, and 100% on board.

Over the next week we schemed how we wanted it to play out. We came up with a good plan, but I left it open to incorporate some improvisation if we so desired.

* * * * * *

The night before the big day, I sent out a group text to my five patsies:

I would really like to have you accompany me to the play tomorrow. It starts after a short lunch, at 12:30. Let's meet in the foyer near the main auditorium entrance at 12:15. Bring your phones, but set them to silent.

Looking forward to seeing you!

They had no idea what specifically was in store for them, but I'm sure they were quivering in their boots with apprehension.

As for me, I was licking my lips in delicious anticipation.

* * * * * *

The three girls and I assembled at the predetermined meeting spot at 12:10. While we waited, there was considerable merriment and joviality between us. The energy level was palpable.

“Oooh, here comes Johnny Boy,” Natalie said, spotting him.

“The first one here,” I noted. “Such an obedient little puppy.”

“No, Bobby’s the puppy,” Kayla corrected. “My puppy.”

We all burst out laughing as Johnny sheepishly approached, already pale with anxiety.

“Hi, Johnny Boy,” I chirped with my sweetest smile. “I’m so glad you could join us.”

Andrea glanced past him. "Oh, here comes Tina and Ruby. And there's Blondie."

I perked up at the sight. Blondie, in his signature short shorts and those perfectly smooth, bare legs. I smiled widely.

“Hi girls!” I called out cheerily. “Hi Blondie!”

There was no response from the troubled teens as they gathered around uncomfortably.

I looked at my phone. "It's 12:15," I said. "Bobby is late." I shook my head and said, "I don't like it when people are late."

"Here he comes," said Kayla.

"Bobby, it's 12:16. You're late," I said to him when he arrived.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I had to finish my lunch.”

“You had plenty of time,” I said coolly, before turning to Kayla. “I’ll let you decide on his punishment. Meanwhile, want to check his pockets?”

The reader may recall that I required Bobby to cut the front pockets off all his shorts and pants. Oh, and he wasn't allowed to wear underpants.

Kayla moved behind Bobby and slipped a hand inside each pocket and probed around. I could tell by Bobby's startled and open-eyed reaction that he had obeyed.

"No pockets," declared the grinning Kayla as she continued to delve around inside his shorts.

"Underwear?" I asked.

"Nope. Going commando," shared Kayla.

The four of us laughed while Kayla persisted in her invasion of Bobby's nether regions. Bobby looked like he wanted to vomit.

“Alright, team, we should probably go inside so we can get a row where we can sit together," I stated. "I would like you to have your phones handy. I might have some instructions for you, and we don't want to disrupt the actors with any noise, so you may be receiving the occasional text from me."

The five of them looked appropriately miserable. I was thrilled.

"Natalie, you can lead the way, and take Ruby with you. Andrea, maybe you can escort Tiny Tina and Johnny Boy."

I watched momentarily as the five of them filed into the auditorium.

“Blondie, you’re with me.”

Oh, don't look so thrilled, Blondie.

I took Blondie's hand and began to lead him inside. "Kayla, Bobby is all yours," I said over my shoulder.

I took another look back when Blondie and I arrived at our row. What I saw made me laugh out loud. Bobby was crawling on all fours down the aisle like a dog, with the grinning Kayla close behind.

You're the best, Kayla!

We took our seats (pre-established by the four of us). This picture details the seating arrangement:



“Isn’t this nice?” I said, giving a friendly pat to both Blondie’s and Johnny Boy’s thighs.

I wasted no time and sent a fresh group text, including my inner circle for their enjoyment:

Thanks again for joining me today! This will be a long play, and I want you to be comfortable. Why don't you remove your shoes and socks and make yourselves at home. You can store them under your seat.

I heard a couple of groans, and I watched with glee as within a few more seconds the fabulous five (Hey, I just coined a new nickname for them!) were leaning over in unison, following my command.

I'm really going to make this happen!

"Good boy, Blondie," I said while patting him on the back.

As they finished their business, the lights dimmed, and we soon were in darkness. Even after my eyes adjusted it was still pretty dim, but just bright enough to make out an outline and a little bit more of the people in my row. It was perfect.

The play that year was "The Fiddler on the Roof," a musical I was well familiar with. I decided to enjoy the opening overture ("Tradition") before making my next overture.

Then I shot off another text.

I don't know about you, but I think it's getting a tad warm in here. Again, I want you to be comfortable. I think a good way to cool off would be to take off your shirts. Or your sweater, whatever the case may be. You can pass them to your left, until they reach Natalie. Natalie will be happy to store them under her seat for you.

Ruby was sitting next to Natalie, and I decided I wanted her top a little farther away, so I sent a follow-up message.

Ruby, you can pass your top the other way, and Kayla will gladly safeguard it for you.

I delighted in the next couple of minutes, as five different garments were passed hand-to-hand until they disappeared under Natalie's or Kayla's seat.
I looked left and right and noticed that Blondie and Johnny Boy were wearing undershirts.

They came prepared. How clever. Well, I'll fix that in short order.

Bobby was bare-chested, and it dawned on me that his pair of shorts was the only clothing he had remaining. Poor thing—his sense of trepidation must’ve been through the roof.

I squinted through the dark and could just make out that Ruby was wearing a bra. Tina, unsurprisingly, was not. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest. Sweet, bashful Tina. Of course, she hadn’t worn a bra in quite some time—not since I decided she didn’t need one.

I leaned close to Blondie and whispered into his ear, letting my breath tickle his skin. "Take off your undershirt."

While he was wriggling out of it, I reached over to Johnny and tugged gently at his undershirt. "Take this off and pass it down to Natalie," I said softly.

I took Blondie’s undershirt from his hand once it was off, and within moments all three boys were bare-chested. Their clothes disappeared into Natalie’s care, leaving Blondie and Johnny crossing their arms over their chests self-consciously like shy schoolgirls, which made me giggle.

It was time for another text.

Ruby, you seem to be the only one of my invited guests that is still covered above the waist. Why don’t you slip off that bra and pass it down this way. Kayla will take good care of it for you.

I watched with satisfaction while Ruby fumbled with the straps of her bra, then stripped it off. I smiled as the bra was passed to me and I forwarded it down to Kayla. I noticed that four of the Fabulous Five (not Bobby) had their arms crossed over their chests. I fixed that with follow-up text.

I'd like you all to rest your arms on the armrest. Just relax. Let's all sit back and enjoy this next number. It's very good.

I watched as four of the hapless victims uncrossed their arms. Tina was the last to do so, and she did so very reluctantly. That prompted me to send another group text.

Tiny Tina, I realize this is very challenging for you, because I know you are very self-conscious about your undeveloped breasts, and now they are out in the open and on display. Just pretend you're one of the boys, sweetie, and maybe it won't feel so awkward.

Some giggling emanated from my friends. I found it stimulating that Tina knew that all eight of us were reading about her tiny tits. I looked over at her, and I swore I could see her face glowing, even in the darkness.

Then I looked to my right, and once again, thanks to Kayla, I took in a hilarious sight. If I wasn't sitting in the middle of a performance I probably would have laughed raucously, but I had to stifle it. The source of my hilarity was Bobby's chest, now adorned with Ruby’s bra, neatly fastened across his chest.

Kayla, you are awesome!

When I composed myself, I sat back and savored the next number, "If I Were a Rich Man." While taking it in, I laid my hand on top of Blondie's. At one point I gave him a wet kiss on his cheek and whispered in his ear. "This is really stimulating, don't you think so, Blondie?" I asked. Blondie didn't respond. I don't think he was in a frame of mind to find anything stimulating.

Speaking of stimulating, at the risk of TMI I should interject that I did have my special vibrator in place. At that moment I had it on the low setting. I was sure I would turn it up later, at just the right moment.

With that in mind, I decided that it was time to step up the humiliation.

* * * * * *

I sent out another text.

Hi again! Wasn't that an incredible rendition of If I Were a Rich Man? Especially for a high school kid. Anyway, I have another request. Natalie and Kayla would love to expand their little clothing collections. Could you do me a favor and help them out? I don't want to seem too controlling, so I'll let you decide which garment to part with next—just make sure it’s intact. Ruby, you can pass yours off to the right for Kayla. The rest of you go the other way to Natalie. Thanks in advance for your cooperation.

Of course, for everyone except Bobby, “choosing” wasn’t much of a choice—unless someone planned to tear their underwear off from underneath their pants. That’s exactly why I specified intact. Hey, nobody pulls anything over on Felicity.

I leaned back and watched the Fabulous Five freeze—then, one by one, start tugging off pants and shorts. As expected, Bobby went for Ruby’s bra. I watched, entertained, as he struggled with the clasp before wrestling it off.

I was even more entertained while watching Blondie slip out of his shorts, rendering himself clad only in a pair of lacy baby-blue panties. Adorable.

Once the clothing disappeared beneath the seats, I took in the wonderful scene—the Fabulous Five squirming in their underwear, fretting in the darkness. It was too dim to fully enjoy the eye candy, but I luxuriated in the power I had over my victims, and the psychological torment.

I decided to leave them as they were for a long spell and let them agonize over what my next move might be. The fact that they were sitting there in their underpants only added to my enjoyment.

I wanted to add to my entertainment by engaging them, so I sent another text.

This is so much fun! I'm enjoying a nice play with my friends while you’re sitting there in your undies. You must be SO embarrassed. And nervous! Will you get your clothes back before the lights come on? What if I decide you won’t? Or better yet...what if I make you take off everything? Can you picture yourselves running around the auditorium completely naked, with the entire student body pointing and laughing? Oh, I’m having the best night ever. I can't thank you enough for the entertainment!

I then turned my attention to Blondie. "Such pretty panties today, Blondie," I said softly, gently toying with the fabric. "Let's get a better look."

I flicked on my phone flashlight and aimed it at his lap. He flinched, hips tensing, eyes darting nervously. I snapped a picture.

"Oh, this is nice, Blondie," I said. "I must share this with the group."

I sent the picture off with a short message.

In case you're wondering, this is what Blondie is wearing right now. So pretty, don't you think so?

Then I added:

It’s a bit dark in here, and I’d love a mental image of what you’re all wearing. Please reply to this text and describe your underpants for me. Be descriptive—you know, panties or not, color, type, how much lace, etc.

Within a minute or so I received a response. I think Blondie thought he was excused since I already had a picture. Not. I nudged him with my elbow.

Here are the responses, in the order I received them:

Ruby: Light pink panties, boyshorts style. Cotton. Not much lace. White band.

Johnny: White briefs.

Tina: Black nylon hipster panties. Some lace on the sides.

Bobby: Wearing my shorts.

Blondie: Light blue panties. Not cotton but I don't know what. My sister bought them. Either nylon or silk? Lot of lace.

Excellent! Johnny Boy, what do we call your little boy undies?

Johnny: Tighty whities.

Good, Johnny. You look so cute sitting next to me in your little boy undies.

I had an idea and sent out another text.

Maybe Johnny Boy and the girls can send us a nice selfie of their underpants. Make sure to capture part of your thighs and your tummies so we can get a good perspective. Oh, and you might want to use your flash.

I waited, saw three flashes go off, and sure enough, three intimate photos appeared one after the other on my screen.

Oh, how cute. Especially yours, Johnny Boy. I don't see any kind of bulge in your tighty-whities. Your little pee-pee must be in hibernation again.

I did hear a couple of giggles, but there was no response from Johnny. Not that there was much he could have said.

Smiling with pleasure, I sat back and watched the play for a bit, allowing the Fabulous Five to simmer in their underwear, trepidation and humiliation.

I spent much of the time toying with Blondie, one of my favorite pastimes. I put my hand on his naked thigh and gave it a slow, affectionate stroke.

"So nice and smooth," I teased, fingers gliding gently across his skin.

I rested my hand at the top of his thigh, menacingly close to his privates. Occasionally I would let my pinkie wander and tickle his balls on the outside of his panties, causing him to draw back his hips. It was delightful.

Eventually, it was time to take the next step. I gave Blondie’s thigh a pat, then reached for my phone. I could practically hear their collective groans as they saw me begin to type.

[Blondie]

Chapter 27: Blondie, Johnny Boy, Bobby, Tina and Ruby, Part 2 of 3

I decided it was time to take things up a notch. The Fabulous Five had been simmering nicely in their embarrassment, but now it was time to turn up the heat.

I sent out a new message:

Ruby, what did you think of Tiny Tina's panties?

Ruby: They were fine.

Do you like them?

Ruby: I guess so.

Oh goodie, because I want you to put them on.

I didn’t even need to look over to imagine the expressions on their faces. I could practically feel the jolt of panic ripple through both girls. Nothing happened at first, so I clarified:

Just to be clear, that means Tina needs to take off her panties and pass them to Ruby, so Ruby can put them on. Obviously, you’ll need to take yours off, too, Ruby. They're too big for Tiny Tina, so just pass them down, and Kayla can look after them. Thanks, girls.

I saw the movement on my left with my peripheral vision, and within moments Ruby's panties were passed on to me by Johnny Boy, and I passed them along to Blondie. As he passed them down I whispered into his ear. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let anyone else wear your pretty panties. I know how much you like them."

Blondie gave a barely perceptible twitch. So cute.

I looked over at Tina, who was now in the depths of humiliation and squirming in her chair. I was loving it. And it called for another text.

This must be really uncomfortable for you, Tina. Almost unbearable. You're the only one naked. You're surrounded by the entire student body—and you're naked! Can't you just die?

Tina probably knew it was a mocking, rhetorical question, and didn't respond. I sat back for a while and enjoyed the play, letting Tina wallow in her nudity for a few minutes before sending a message to Kayla, Andrea and Natalie.

Andrea and Natalie, feel free to do whatever you like with Ruby. Have a little fun. Kayla, Bobby is all yours.

A couple of minutes later I was chuckling, because Ruby's panties (formerly Tina's) and Bobby's shorts were placed on my lap simultaneously. I moved the shorts along one way and the panties the other.

I looked to my right and saw Bobby clutching his privates with both hands. I looked to my left to find both Tina and Ruby with arms crossed protectively—one over their chests, the other clamped between their thighs. It was a beautiful sight.

It was time to turn my attention to my boys. I could have just whispered to Johnny Boy since he was sitting right next to me, but I wanted to mess with him, so I composed a text. I included my three mates, for their amusement. I did hear some giggling during our exchange.

Johnny Boy, are you enjoying the play?

Johnny: I guess so.

Do you want to be naked?

Johnny: No! Please!

Isn't the girl next to you naked?

Johnny: Yes

So...do you think it's fair that she has to be naked, but you don't?

Johnny: Please. I'd rather not. Please?

I loved the question mark. He was desperate, and pleading.

Rather not what, sweetie?

Johnny: I'd rather not have to be naked.

But I love it when you’re naked, Johnny Boy. I'll get excited when see you squirming beside me, completely naked.

Johnny: Please. Please not today. Not here with all these people.

Oh, but Johnny Boy, it would be so stimulating to have you sitting next to me, all naked and embarrassed, with your cute little pee-pee out in the open, and accessible for me to play with.

Johnny: No! Please!!

But it's time, Johnny Boy. It's time for you to be naked. Now tell me—why do I want you to be naked?

Johnny: Because it excites you?

Again, the question mark was precious, and the response made me giggle.

That's right, Johnny Boy. It excites me to make you be naked. Now take off your little boy undies and hand them to me.

Johnny knew his pleading would be in vain, and that I would get my way. He let out the tiniest squeak, then slipped them off, practically throwing them into my lap before using both hands to cover himself up. I handed Johnny's underpants to Blondie, who passed them down like a hot potato.

Four down, one to go.

I waited another ten minutes or so before taking any more action. The play was about half over, and there was no intermission, so we still had almost an hour and a half to go. I was really enjoying the scene—and I'm referring to the scene to my left and right—and wanted to bask in it. Plus, the knowledge of how anxious my five victims must have been really added to my pleasure.

Eventually, I leaned over to Blondie. I placed my hand lightly on his thigh, brought my lips to his ear, and whispered my command with sugary sweetness.

“Take off your panties, sweetheart.”

He had to know that was coming in one form or another, but he still bolted upright in his seat. I mean, did he really think I wasn't going to make him get naked at some point? I do find his naiveté quite charming. It's part of the reason I love humiliating Blondie more than any other—no matter how many times I take things to the next level, he still reacts with surprise and embarrassment. It never gets old for me.

Blondie subserviently lifted his bum and slid the panties down his legs. He pulled them free from his feet, then hesitantly handed them over.

"Don't worry, Blondie," I whispered. "You'll get to wear your panties again. I just want you nice and naked right now."

All five were now completely nude. The humiliation extravaganza was in full bloom. It seemed like a good time for a group text.

Hi boys and girls! I hope you are enjoying the play and that you find your current situation as exciting as I do. I mean, put yourself in my shoes. Figuratively speaking, of course, because I want you entirely naked, so you can't have my shoes. Anyway, I'm wearing shoes, and the rest of my clothes. As are hundreds of other people all around you in this very room. But you are not. In fact, you are sitting there completely...and totally….nude. All because I wanted you that way. It's hard to put into words how much pleasure that gives me.

I sent that off for their perusal and began typing again.

Now that you're all naked, I wish I could see you a little better. Like I was saying when you were in your undies, a better mental image would be very helpful. Plus, though Kayla, Andrea, Natalie and I have seen you all naked, most of you haven't seen each other naked yet. So maybe you can describe yourself for your new friends. Tina, let's start with you. Knowing how boys are, I think they would be more interested in your breasts than anything else. So describe your chest for us.

I glanced at Tina, who was hesitating, predictably having a very hard time honoring my request. Having to put into words a description of her lack of endowment—something she is very self-conscious about—was already asking a lot. But to do so would also mean that she would have to move one of her hands, either from her chest or her sex. Ultimately she chose to keep her chest covered and type a one-handed reply.

Tina: Not that big.

We need more than that, Tina. What’s not that big? And how small are we talking here?

Tina: My breasts. They are less than average.

Sweetheart, please. I've seen your breasts. Saying they are less than average is like saying a mouse is slightly smaller than an elephant. I want honesty and full disclosure here. What one word have I used to best describe your cute little chest.

Tina: Tiny

Yes! Tiny! You have tiny little titties. Can you tell us, Tina?

Tina: I have tiny little titties.

Perfect! That’s my girl. And what nickname have I given you to commemorate those little titties of yours?

Tina: Tiny Tina

Yes! Very good, Tiny Tina. Okay, let's move along. Ruby, your turn.

Ruby: My breasts are larger than average.

Oh, you're making Tina jealous. Describe your nipples and areolas. Are they larger than average too?

Ruby: Yes I guess they are.

I know Tina's little titties don't sag when she doesn't wear a bra. In truth, she really doesn't need to wear one any more than Blondie does. Right now you're not wearing a bra, and your tits are hanging out. Would you say they are sagging?

Ruby: Yes

Yes, what?

Ruby: Yes, my breasts are sagging because I'm not wearing a bra.

What about your pussy? Do you keep it trimmed?

Ruby: Yes, it is trimmed.

What about you, Tiny Tina? We know all about your flat little chest. Just so all of us have a good idea what you look like now that you're completely naked, tell us about your pussy.

Tina: It is trimmed.

Is the color of your pubic hair blonde like the hair on your head?

Tina: Yes

When you get home tonight I would like you to shave off all of that blonde pubic hair.

There was a long pause before she answered. Ultimately she probably realized that she had no alternative but to capitulate.

Tina: Okay

Excellent. With your little girl chest it seems appropriate that you should have a little girl vagina to match, don't you think so?

There was no response, so I pressed.

Tina?

Tina: Yes

Yes, what?

Tina: I should have a little girl vagina to match my little girl chest.

I smiled widely and chuckled, knowing how humiliating it had to be for her to type that.

I'm looking forward to seeing you naked with your little girl vagina. Maybe we can have a little playdate this weekend so you can show off that little girl body of yours.

Andrea: My parents are out of town, so we could totally host our playdate at my place. Tiny Tina included, of course.

Perfect! Maybe we should invite Ruby, too. We had so much fun getting Blondie and Johnny Boy together recently, and they hit it off famously. I have a feeling Ruby and Tiny Tina would make a very interesting pair.

Andrea: Ooh, yes! I’d love to see those two get familiar with each other, like Blondie and Johnny Boy did.

Absolutely! And I want to get a picture of them standing side by side, naked. It'll be fun to compare Tiny Tina's little girl chest and little girl vagina to Ruby's big girl chest and big girl vagina.

Andrea:

Kayla: Um, sorry if this is throwing a wrench into the equation, but I wouldn't mind bringing my doggy to the party. He's been such a good boy lately.

Oh sure, Bobby should DEFINITELY join us. And let's invite Blondie and Johnny Boy. Just think of all the fun possibilities!

Andrea: My parents won't be back until late Sunday night. We could make it a sleepover if you want.

Natalie: I can't wait!

Andrea: We have a pool, btw.

Oh, this just keeps getting better! Okay, Saturday it is then. We can set up a time later. In the meantime, let's get back to the descriptions of our naked friends. We now have a good mental image of what Tiny Tina and Ruby look like naked. Johnny Boy, you're on.

Johnny: I have a normal chest. I can't think of how to describe it.

I heard Kayla and Andrea giggling out loud, and I couldn't suppress my amusement either.

Nobody cares about your little nipples, Johnny. Tell us about your bits.

Johnny (after a long pause): Not very big.

Don't try my patience Johnny Boy, if you want any chance of getting your clothes back sometime today. I need you to be very descriptive, and very honest. You know I've seen your bits, so I'll know if you're being honest. Ruby and Tina haven't seen your bits, and I'm sure they'd like to know what you're sporting down there.

On second thought, Johnny, don’t answer that.

Instead, I want you to take a selfie of your bits and send it to the group. A picture is worth a thousand words.

Johnny: Please, I can tell you. They are very small. My bits are very small.

I’m well aware of that, Johnny Boy. But I think Ruby and Tina can get a much better idea if they can see for themselves. So let’s get that selfie.

There was a noticeable pause as Johnny summoned the courage to snap the selfie— and then, finally, our screens lit up with the humiliating view of his little bits.

Thank you, Johnny. What a cute little photo. I’m sure Ruby and Tina are enjoying it. Let’s start with you, Ruby. Tell us what you think.

Ruby: I agree, it is a cute little photo.

I’ll need you to be a little more descriptive, Ruby.

Ruby: Johnny has a tiny penis, especially for a high school boy.

Good. Anything else?

Ruby: The absence of hair is unusual.

Indeed. Tiny Tina, your thoughts?

Tina: Yes, small with no hair.

You say small. Do you think tiny would be a more accurate description? Like your titties?

Tina (who undoubtedly was blushing profusely): Yes

What about his balls?

Tina: They are also pretty tiny.

If you were to look at Johnny’s selfie and not know who it belonged to, how old would you have guessed the boy is?

Tina: Maybe 10?

Ruby, how about you?

Ruby: 10

Thank you girls, for that honest assessment of Johnny's bits. Johnny, are you ready to talk about your bits now?

Johnny: They are small. Very small.

What are "they?" What is so small?

Johnny: My penis. And my balls.

Johnny, what word did Tina and I use to describe her titties?

Johnny: Tiny

Is it fair to say that we could also use that word to describe your penis?

Johnny: Yes

Yes, what?

Johnny: Yes, it's fair.

Last warning, Johnny, or I'm going to ask Kayla to go throw your clothes away.

Johnny: No! It's fair to say that I have a tiny penis.

What about your balls?

Johnny: Yes, they are tiny too.

Can you tell everyone how I describe your bits?

Johnny: You call them baby boy bits.

Yes, good, Johnny. Now, are your baby boy bits hidden by all your pubic hair?

Johnny: No.

Johnny: No, there is no hair.

No hair where?

Johnny: On my I have no hair on my baby boy bits.

So, you have bald baby boy bits?

Johnny: Yes.

Johnny: Yes, I have bald baby boy bits.

Thank you, Johnny. We are all picturing you naked now, and I'm sure I'm not the only one grinning. Bobby, have a go describing your bits.

Bobby: My dick and balls are a decent size. And I have hair on them.

Would you say your penis is bigger than normal for someone your age?

Bobby: Yes, I think so.

Thank you, Bobby. So, much bigger than Johnny Boy's penis, would you say?

Bobby: Yes.

I know you two are friends, but have you ever seen Johnny Boy's bald baby boy bits in the flesh?

Bobby: No I haven't

Haven't what?

Bobby: I've never seen Johnny Boy's bald baby boy bits in the flesh.

Oh, we'll have to rectify that someday. Maybe today. They really are special. Blondie, what about you?

Blondie: Yes, I have seen them.

Yes, I know that. You even had the pleasure of playing with them not too long ago. But I meant that it was your turn to tell us about your bits. And unless you want to treat us to a selfie like Johnny Boy did, you best give us a good description.

Blondie knew the score and was truthful right off the bat.

Blondie: It's kind of small. A lot smaller than average I guess. And there is no hair.

(I forgot to mention that a minute or two earlier I sent him a private text, saying, "Don't you DARE tell everyone that I make you keep your bits hairless." He responded with "ok.")

No hair? Wow! Just for everyone's clarification, Blondie is a senior. We know Johnny Boy is a 14-year-old freshman. Though it's very unusual for Johnny Boy to still be hairless, it's not inconceivable. But Blondie is not 14. How old are you, Blondie?

Blondie: 17

17! And you're tall and slim, right? Maybe even taller than average for a 17-year-old?

Blondie: Yes, maybe a little bit taller than average. Not much.

And yet your bits are completely hairless?

Blondie: Yes

Yes, what?

Blondie: Yes, my bits are completely hairless.

And your bits are quite small, right?

Blondie: Yes

Blondie: Yes, my bits are quite small.

Yes they are. They are almost as small as Johnny Boy's. Of course, he is three years younger than you. Do you remember what we call Johnny Boy's bits?

Blondie: You call them baby boy bits

Do you remember what I call your bits?

Blondie: You call them little boy bits

Are you embarrassed to be 17 years old and have hairless little boy bits?

Blondie: Yes

Blondie: Yes I am embarrassed to be 17 years old and have hairless little boy bits.

I love how Blondie corrected himself. He has really gotten to know me quite well. And by then I'm sure he realized that his hopes of me being quickly done with him were for naught.

You know what would really be embarrassing? What if the play ends and you don't get your clothes back? You'll be scrambling around all naked, and if you're not careful, people will get a glimpse of your hairless little boy bits.

Blondie: Yes, that would be embarrassing. I hope we all get our clothes back before the play ends.

That remains to be seen. I haven't decided yet. I have to say it would be very entertaining to watch the five of you, all naked and humiliated, and frantically running for cover while everyone is laughing and pointing at you.

I pictured five naked teenagers shifting nervously in their seats upon reading that message.

Thank you, Blondie. So, to summarize: You're 17 years old, tall, slim, and you have hairless little boy bits. Is that right?

Blondie: Yes. I'm 17 years old, tall, slim and I have hairless little boy bits.

You're smooth all over, right? Including your legs, arms, and underarms?

Blondie: Yes, I'm smooth all over.

Blondie: Including my legs, arms, and underarms.

Are you blushing right now? Does your face feel hot?

Blondie: Yes, my face feels hot. I am blushing right now.

Excellent! Everyone now has a vivid image in their heads of what you look like naked. Tall, slender, and smooth, with a very red face and hairless little boy bits. And you're 17.

I let that sit for a few minutes. I could almost feel the heat radiating from Blondie's face.

Okay, folks, I think now would be a good time to just sit back, relax and enjoy the play for a while. I see a lot of covering up. From now on that is not allowed. Please keep your hands on your armrests unless I tell you to do something else with them.

Of course, there was no chance that any of them would be able to relax and enjoy the play.

And their humiliation was about to take on a new dimension.

[Blondie]

Chapter 28: Blondie, Johnny Boy, Bobby, Tina and Ruby, Part 3 of 3

I confirmed that all the Fabulous Five had put their arms on their armrests. I didn't put mine on my armrest, though. Instead, I put my hand on the inside of Blondie's thigh and began caressing it. I looked over and Kayla was doing the same to Bobby.

I continued with this line of play for a few minutes, then slid my hand further up and came in contact with Blondie's balls, causing him to flinch. I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Relax, Blondie. I'm not going to hurt you. But I am going to humiliate you," I said as I began gently tickling his balls. "I know you're extremely embarrassed to be naked right now, but I’ll bet this feels good."

I'm sure it felt good, but I'm also quite sure it was a humiliating experience for him, to be sitting there naked and helpless while essentially being molested by his nemesis.

I looked to my left, and through the darkness I took in a sight that made me grin from ear to ear. Ruby had her left hand inside Natalie's jeans and panties. Natalie was cooing in her ear, most likely giving Ruby specific instructions on what to do with her fingers while they were in there.

I looked to my right, and saw that Kayla still had her hand on Bobby's thigh. That gave me an idea. I put my lips to Blondie's ear. "I want you to do exactly to Bobby what I'm doing to you," I said.

As I continued to toy with Blondie's balls, I smiled while Blondie—very reluctantly, I'm sure—lowered his right hand and started fondling Bobby's balls. Bobby, quite taken aback, instantly grabbed Blondie by the wrist. After an immediate chastisement from Kayla, Bobby yielded to Blondie's unwelcome advances, while Kayla stroked his inner thigh.

"Keep it up, Blondie, you're doing great," I said as I moved my hand upward and began fiddling with his little penis.

In actuality, his penis had begun growing, thanks to my soft caresses to his ballsack. I looked over, and Bobby's had responded in kind. And it reacted even more when Blondie followed my lead and started delicately fondling his penis.

"Ooh, Blondie, I think Bobby is really enjoying your tender touch," I teased. "It looks like you've found a new boyfriend. I'll bet you're making Johnny Boy jealous." I cracked another smile.

That smile turned into a big grin when I looked to my left. Andrea, the little devil, had readjusted the seating arrangement. She had taken over Tina's seat. It had become vacant because she had moved Tina over one seat, which meant the naked Tina was squeezed into the same seat as the naked Johnny Boy. It was so cute!

Under Andrea's direction, Johnny Boy had his arm around Tina and was fondling her breast. In turn, Tina was getting frisky with Johnny's goodies, much like I was doing to Blondie and Blondie was doing to Bobby. Tina was quite busy, because on top of that, her left hand was inside Andrea's panties, and her tongue was servicing one of Andrea's exposed nipples. Andrea was smiling with her head tilted back, obviously enjoying the fruits of Tina's enforced efforts.

It had turned into an outright humiliation orgy!

Back to the matters at hand (literally!). My manipulations had achieved the desired effect, as Blondie had a full hard-on.

"Oh, Blondie," I whispered in his ear. "Your little stiffy feels so delightful. We must get a better look at it."

I remembered my sister Julie describing how Blondie was in this same position two years before, and how her friend Marcia made Blondie shine a flashlight on his hairless little penis. I visualized that scene while imagining his humiliation, and I knew I had to recapture that moment. So I turned my phone flashlight on and put it in Blondie's left hand. Again I put my lips to his ear.

"Shine this on your little hard-on," I instructed.

It must have been déjà vu for Blondie, and it was a beautiful sight. His slender boner was now visible to everyone in our row. Plus, there was enough diffuse light to make out Bobby, who, thanks to Blondie's over-familiarity, had achieved a full erection of his own. It was clearly more substantial than Blondie's, a distinction I couldn't help myself from teasing him about. I put my mouth to his ear once again.

"Such a cute little boner, Blondie," I said. "Bobby's is so much bigger than yours, isn't it? And thicker. Don't you wish you had a cock like Bobby's instead of your little boy pee-pee?" I whispered while continuing to fondle his inferior phallus. "And look how hairy he is down there. And you have no hair. Bobby has a hairy, big boy penis and you have a hairless, little boy penis. And he's three years younger than you. Isn't that wild?"

Blondie, assuredly in the throes of acute humiliation, squirmed in his seat, probably both from my taunting ridicule and my unrelenting attentiveness to his sexual arousal.

It was fascinating to me—and more than a little titillating—to see both boys becoming sexually stimulated, yet both against their wills. I mean, when you consider the sex drive of young, adolescent boys, having someone stroking their erect penises would normally be an incredibly enjoyable experience for them. But against their wills—and in Bobby's case, with another boy being the aggressor—while being forced naked in the crowded auditorium? Not so much. I could only marvel at the dichotomy that I had created.

Sensing Blondie's—and quite possibly Bobby's—approaching climax, I reached into my backpack and pulled out a small tube of lubricant.

"Give me your right hand," I instructed Blondie.

When he did so, I squirted a good amount of the lube into his palm, and into my right palm.

"Rub that aaaall over Bobby's love muscle, like this," I whispered as I spread the lubricant lovingly on Blondie's tumescent shaft.

I began massaging Blondie in earnest, while Blondie begrudgingly did likewise to Bobby. Within seconds, Blondie was squirming feverishly in his chair. I could tell he was trying to fight off his impending orgasm, but he was putty in my hand.

"Let yourself go, sweetie," I whispered as I closed my hand around his boner and slowly moved my hand up and down. "You can't fight it, Blondie. I own your little bits right now. You're such a slut, all naked and horny during the school play."

"Please! No!" begged Blondie in a throaty whisper.

I was pretty worked up and on the brink of a wonderful orgasm myself. I used my other hand to turn up my vibrator to the highest setting. I sped up the movement of my hand, and within a few seconds he was toast. He jerked his body upward, then stiffened. He was powerless, and was about to succumb to my relentless molestations.

"Oh! Oh!" cried Blondie, and it was music to my ears. It was the second time I had gotten Blondie off, and they both were under excruciatingly humiliating circumstances.

As he gyrated his hips wantonly while shooting his wad on his chest and tummy, I also was in the throes of sexual delight, and the euphoria from my orgasm swept throughout my being. I sunk back in my seat and took a deep breath, letting out a sigh of fulfillment.

I leaned over and kissed Blondie on the cheek. "Thank you for getting me so excited, Blondie. We both just had an orgasm, and both at the same time," I whispered. "Isn't that delightful?"

I looked to Blondie's right and noticed that in his sexual frenzy he had let up on his attention to Bobby, who still had a full hard-on.

"You need to finish Bobby off," I urged.

I watched with interest as Blondie unenthusiastically wrapped his hand around Bobby's penis and began stroking it up and down. It was only a matter of seconds before Bobby climaxed, and it was a humorous sight. Blondie, momentarily oblivious of the potential consequences, had positioned Bobby's penis in such a way that it was pointed to Bobby's left, thus leaving himself vulnerable to the byproduct of Bobby's sexual gratification. The first two spurts landed squarely on Blondie's chin and neck, causing him to jerk his head back and let go of the offending weapon in surprise and disgust, leaving Bobby to spontaneously take over the helm and energetically complete the dirty deed.

Kayla also witnessed the whole spectacle, and both of us broke into fits of laughter.

When the dust settled, I reached into my backpack and pulled out the hand towel that I had packed for the occasion. I cleaned my hand off and handed it to Blondie. I also took back my phone.

"Clean yourself up," I told him. "And then clean up Bobby's love juices. And do a thorough job. You guys smell like you had sex with each other."

Chuckling to myself, I watched Blondie tidy himself up with the towel. He reached over to clean up Bobby, who resisted.

"Sorry, she's making me do this," I heard Blondie whisper, eliciting another chuckle from me. Bobby relented, and I watched with amusement as Blondie took delicate swipes at Bobby's now somewhat flaccid penis, while Kayla giggled on the other side.

When Blondie was done with his housekeeping he tried to hand me the soiled towel. I didn't want anything to do with it, so I told him to shove it under his seat.

I looked to my left and noticed that Andrea had allowed Tina to return to her seat. I found out later that, though Tina never got Johnny Boy off, she did get his little member quite excited.

Oh, and both Andrea and Natalie were able to achieve a sexual climax at the hands of their reluctant servant girls.

* * * * *

The cast had just begun performing the final number (“Anatevka”). I had a decision to make. Do they get their clothes back—or do I send them out naked? When I discussed it with my mates beforehand, I hadn’t yet decided, so I laid out a few possibilities. Plan A: We give them their clothes back before the lights come on. Plan B: We wait until the lights come on, then hand over their clothes, letting the poor darlings frantically scramble to get dressed before anyone sees too much.

But I also devised a third option—one that I cleverly dubbed Plan C. I explained it to the group in detail, just in case I wanted to go that route.

Halfway through the finale I came to my decision, and when I did I had another stirring in my loins, even though I wasn't far removed from my orgasm over the Blondie and Bobby show. I sent out a text to my loyal threesome.

Let’s go with Plan C.

Seconds later, Natalie handed off Johnny Boy’s tighty-whities. When they reached him, I leaned in and whispered, “Go ahead and put those on.” The relieved Johnny swiftly slipped them on, then looked hopefully to his left, but nothing else was forthcoming.

I then sent out a text to the whole group:

Please reach under your seats, scoop up your shoes and socks and pass them to your right. Kayla will keep them safe for you.

That had to be unsettling for them. I'm sure their hopes were lifted when they saw Johnny Boy's underpants delivered to him—just to have the rug yanked out from under them. No undies for them—just forfeiting the last bits of clothing they had left.

And they didn’t even realize the full extent of their predicament. Natalie had quietly slipped away from the auditorium entirely, with a bagful of their clothes. And Kayla? Upon collecting their shoes and socks, she tucked them neatly into a separate bag, added Ruby’s previously confiscated clothes, and followed Natalie out the door.

The play was nearly over, and the troops were getting restless. I received a text from one of them.

Tina: Felicity, they're almost done. Please, can I have my clothes back? I'm begging you!

Instead of answering the poor dear, I sent out a group text.

FYI the play will be ending very soon, and the lights will be coming on. I know you must be getting nervous, because four of you are naked and the other one is stripped to his tighty-whities. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but Kayla and Natalie have left the building. Oh, and they took your clothes with them.

I let that hang there, letting them marinate in fresh humiliation.

I listened to their muted whimpers for a while before sending another message:

The good news is that you will be able to get your clothes back. Kayla and Natalie are safeguarding them for you in the courtyard, at the Roosevelt statue.

I sent that out and again waited a moment before continuing.

Do not leave until I tell you to leave. Oh, and pass me your phones, so you'll be unencumbered on your way out. I'll bring them out to the statue for you.

I collected the phones and stuffed them into my backpack. As the finale drew nearer to a close, my level of excitement probably rose in direct proportion to their level of terror.

Apparently it was too much for Bobby. A couple minutes before the play ended, I saw him make a break for it, bolting from his seat like a scared rabbit.

Of course, he would live to regret his disobedience. I shot off a text to Kayla and Natalie, who were both standing by with all the clothes at the Roosevelt statue, waiting to be entertained.

Bobby just flew the coop before the play ended. He's probably on his way. Under no circumstances does he get his clothes back.

Kayla: Roger that. What was he thinking?

Clearly, he wasn’t. But that’s okay, we’ll deal with him later. And I’m really looking forward to it.

Kayla: Lol me too!

I looked up to the stage and the Tevye character looked back to the fiddler. The moment of truth was imminent.

I reached into my backpack, pulled out four pairs of bunny ears, and handed two to Andrea. She plopped them onto Ruby’s and Tina’s heads while I took care of Blondie and Johnny Boy.

I smiled as I positioned the ears on the boys. The bunny ears had become something of a signature move for me, and I rather enjoyed it. In this case, I don't know if it was even possible to make them any more embarrassed than they were about to become—but it certainly couldn't hurt.

There’s always something satisfying about that moment—the way they squirm while I adjust the ears. I always see their shame through their facial expressions and body language while I'm putting them on. And it adds to the entertainment value for me, and probably anyone else that witnesses their shaming.

The final note rang out. The lights stayed off for the curtain call, while everyone stood and applauded.

Well… almost everyone.

Four petrified, naked students with bunny ears on their heads stayed seated, barely breathing. They were all too aware that they were about to experience the mother of humiliations: public nudity and exposure, the forced variety.

The lights came on, and I grinned down at the poor devils, who were cowering in their seats like frightened kittens. So delectable!

I had originally considered sending them out together. But then I realized that it would offer them a sliver of comfort. “Strength in numbers” and “misery loves company” came to mind. No, I preferred "the only one naked."

“Ruby, you first,” I said. “Come this way and go up the center aisle.”

Her face twisted in a mix of horror and desperation.

“Now!” I barked.

Ruby jumped up and started moving toward the aisle. She was already whimpering as she passed in front of me. She had one arm over her breasts and the other hand over her crotch. I decided that I wanted to watch one of them in that classic, naked humiliation pose, but she would be the only one that I would allow to cover up.

Students were already packed into the aisle, moving slowly. How excruciating it must have been for her!

The moment someone noticed, the uproar began.

“Hey, that girl’s naked!”

“The one with the bunny ears! She’s naked!”

“And it’s definitely not by choice—she’s really embarrassed!”

“Oh my god, I see her! This is too much!”

I grinned, as the outbursts accomplished two favorable effects. One, it contributed to Ruby's worst nightmare. Two, the sense of dread for the remaining three had to be off the charts, as they could see and hear exactly what awaited them.

I watched with enjoyment as Ruby did her best to weave her way through the entertained crowd as quickly as she could. Once she disappeared, I turned to Tina.

“Okay, Tiny Tina. You’re on.”

Tina trembled as she stood. Like Ruby, she tried to cover up, but as she passed me, I grabbed her arm.

"I'll let you cover up your pussy, but not your chest. People will have fun looking at your tiny titties."

Tina, who was now bright red from her forehead all the way down to her belly, used both hands to cover her sex as she made the mortifying trek up the crowded aisle. Again there was quite an outburst as the students gradually became aware of a naked girl in their midst.

"Look! Another one! In the bunny ears! Naked!" an excited student howled.

My favorite comment came through loud and clear, and really had to embarrass her: “I can’t tell—is that a boy or a girl?”

The response had to sting even worse: “I think it’s a boy. Or a girl with no tits!”

Someone closer confirmed: “It’s a girl. She’s in my Biology class. Her name’s Tina.”

When the thoroughly shamed Tina neared the exit, I turned to my next victim.

“Johnny Boy. It’s time.”

The panicky Johnny Boy rose to his feet, cheeks flushed and body trembling. He made his way toward the aisle, but I intercepted him. I needed to make an adjustment.

"Hold it, Johnny,” I said sweetly, as I lowered his tighty-whities to his mid thighs.

“I do want everyone to see that you’re wearing little boy undies,” I said, grinning. “But I also want them to be able to see your bald baby boy bits."

I burst out giggling when I saw that his little penis appeared even smaller than usual. Apparently, in the face of looming public exposure, everything had retreated—like a terrified little turtle hiding in its shell. I mean, I make fun of him and call his little goodies baby boy bits—but at that moment, his penis really did look like that of a baby boy's!

I crouched slightly to get a better view, then shook my head in exaggerated disbelief.

“Oh Johnny Boy,” I sighed dramatically, “your teeny weenie has really outdone itself in its itty bittiness. I can barely see it!"

The poor thing stood there, frozen in embarrassment. I grinned wider, knowing that Johnny's venture was going to be excruciating for him, and quite entertaining for his audience.

“Okay, toddle along now, Johnny Boy,” I said cheerily, giving his naked bum a little pat. “And don't you dare try to cover up your baby boy bits, or I'll tell Kayla to withhold your clothes. Andrea will come with you to make sure you'll be a good boy."

Andrea beamed and gave me a wink as she followed closely behind him into the jam-packed aisle. It took less than five steps before there was a reaction, and I have to say the sound was noticeably different than it was when Ruby and Tina made their walks of shame. This time there were still the same outcries from the astonished gathering, but it was coupled with the sounds of boisterous laughter.

Andrea told me later that there were two girls in front of Johnny—she thought they were seniors—who were having quite a bit of fun at Johnny's expense. They were walking backward while staring at Johnny's bits and laughing while making humorous, biting remarks.

At one point one of them said, “Ooooh, it's such a cute little thing. I just have to touch it!"

According to Andrea, when she reached down and tweaked Johnny's little penis he nearly jumped out of his tighty-whities, which only sent the coeds into another fit of laughter. Oh, poor Johnny Boy. I love it!

But I didn’t have long to dwell—I had one final act left.

“Okay, my dear Blondie,” I said. “It’s your time to shine. I think your audience is really going to enjoy this.”

If one looked up the word "anguished" in the dictionary, a picture of Blondie's face at that moment would suffice.

“No pushing your way through, Blondie,” I instructed gently. “Just move with flow of the crowd.”

Blondie hesitantly got up and timidly started walking toward the aisle with his hands clinched over his bits.

“And no more covering up,” I added firmly as I followed behind. "In fact, I want you to keep your hands behind your head, and your elbows out to the sides. That way you won't be tempted to cover up. And as a bonus, they'll be able to get a good look at your smooth little underarms."

The wretched Blondie complied, and it was a sight to behold: blushing, utterly bare—and very, very visible.

It was only a matter of seconds before a female student yelled out:

"Hey, look! Another naked boy! The guy in the bunny ears! He's naked!"

While I gleefully watched Blondie make his slow, excruciating naked shuffle up the aisle, I also took pleasure in the various comments from those around him. I have no doubt he heard the comments just as clearly as I did—much to his humiliation, I'm sure. I think it's worth recounting them for you. From a distance, we heard remarks like this:

"Why is he naked?"

“Naked! With bunny ears!”

"Oh, this is too funny!"

Behind me, a guy and a girl were having a conversation, clearly loud enough for Blondie to hear:

“I think there is a group of freshmen girls that are making him do that,” the guy said.

“Get out!”

"100%. I saw him in the cafeteria a couple of months ago. One girl in particular was running the show. She put those bunny ears on him, then made him strip naked."

"Holy shit!"

"Yeah. I don't know what she's got on the guy, but I know I wouldn't want to cross her," he said, as I beamed with pride.

Closer up, we picked up even more gems:

"Is he doing this voluntarily?"

"I don't think so. Look how red his face is."

“Look at his—oh my God—look at his hairless little dick!”

"Whoa! He must be absolutely mortified!"

One particularly intrigued girl sidled right up to Blondie. She looked him up and down and tried to engage him in conversation.

"Why are you naked?" she asked while wearing a toothy grin.

"Someone's making me do it," I heard Blondie mumble.

She giggled, delighted. “Seriously? How can you let someone do that to you?”

Blondie didn't answer. She looked down at his bits and then back up to his crimson-colored face.

"You must be a freshman," she said.

“Yes,” Blondie lied.

“Actually, he’s a senior,” some helpful student chimed in. “Everyone calls him Blondie.”

Her eyes widened. "A senior!" replied the original coed. She looked down at his crotch again. "With a little dick like that?"

There was an explosion of laughter. She had a loud voice, so a good many of the students could hear—much to Blondie's chagrin, I'm sure.

"And there's no hair!" she continued gleefully. “Like, at all!” She leaned in, inspecting his legs, his armpits, his everything. "Everywhere! He's hairless all over!"

Blondie tried to shuffle off toward the side of the aisle in hopes of eluding his antagonist, but she stayed right with him. She was quite persistent and was having way too much fun to abandon her entertainment.

"Do you shave your whole body?" she asked curiously.

Blondie remembered my admonition about not telling anyone that I make him keep his bits hairless. He looked back at me to confirm that I was within earshot.

“N-no,” he stammered. “Please...just leave me alone.”

She was having none of it. "You don't shave?" she asked incredulously. "And you have no hair on your little weenie? Or anywhere else?"

There was no response from Blondie, who might have hoped for divine intervention at that point. Instead, he got relentless commentary. The girl wasn't part of my plan, but it couldn't have worked out any better had I planted her there myself.

“Is this the most embarrassed you’ve ever been in your life?” she asked brightly.

Blondie was doing his best to ignore the little devil, but I'm sure it was impossible to tune her out. She had raised her voice, knowing she had an audience.

“I mean, you’re naked in the middle of the auditorium.”

She paused for effect.

“We can all see your privates.”

Another pause.

“They’re really small, and you have no hair."

Again a pause.

“Talk about humiliation!”

She walked backward, mirroring his steps.

“Can’t you just die?”

And so it went.

We reached the foyer, which was less packed—but still plenty of students had lingered, eagerly waiting for Blondie to surface.

When he appeared, there was a new round of animated reactions. Blondie, while dutifully maintaining his pose with his hands behind his head, made a beeline for the door that led to the courtyard.

We arrived to witness a scene that generated a look of unqualified awe and amusement from me. It was a display that had Kayla's fingerprints all over it.

There, circling the Roosevelt statue were Bobby, Johnny Boy, Ruby, and Tina. They were doing a naked conga line dance!

Their clothes? Draped cheerfully over Roosevelt's outstretched arm.

Kayla had a boom box going, and the song playing was the Kylie Minogue version of "The Loco-motion." In case you’re unfamiliar, this is what it sounded like:

The Loco-motion

It was quite a festive atmosphere—music blasting, nearly a hundred students clapping along and howling with laughter as they cheered on the spectacle. The four unfortunates looked utterly wretched as they shuffled in shame around the Roosevelt statue, forced to keep pace with the beat while Kayla gleefully orchestrated their naked parade.

I was floored. It was glorious.

♬Everybody is doing a brand-new dance, now,
Come on baby, do the Loco-motion.♬

And get this: Bobby was at the front of the conga line! He had his arms stretched out in front of him in a pushing motion—and he looked like he wanted to cry.

And—surprise!—his hair had been hacked short. Apparently Kayla—I'm sure with Natalie's assistance—had used persuasive means to punish him for leaving the auditorium without permission.

Behind him was Johnny Boy, hands on his buddy's hips. He was naked now, and his tighty-whities were dangling from the statue, alongside three pairs of colorful panties and a bra. It was a sight to behold, especially since the owners of the garments were doing an enforced, reluctant naked conga line dance around their underwear.

"Look at your pretty panties hanging up there for all to see, Blondie," I teased.

"Shake those hips!" yelled Kayla as she administered a stinging slap to Bobby's ass cheeks with a paddle as he danced by her.

I blinked. She brought a paddle?! Of course she did. She never had any intention of giving them their clothes back right away. Gawd, I love Kayla.

"Come on, shake those hips!" she yelled again as she followed suit by slapping the bums of Johnny Boy, Ruby and Tina. Indeed, the four of them started shaking their naked hips bawdily as they frolicked around the statue, much to the amusement of their stimulated audience.

♬You gotta swing your hips now,
Come on, baby, do the Loco-Motion.♬

“C’mon, Blondie,” I told him between laughs. “Go grab Tina’s hips and join the party. I want to see you dance naked.” As he woefully walked away from me I yelled, "And shake that cute little ass!"

The next ten minutes were pure magic.

The Fabulous Five—naked, shamed, and spectacularly on display—circled the statue in perfect rhythm while the crowd clapped, cheered, and howled with laughter.

♬ Come on, come on
Do the Loco-motion with me ♬

They would occasionally take a sideways glance at their long-lost clothes, which hung tantalizingly close by. Their humiliation was total, as was my gratification.

When our enthusiasm for the conga line gradually dwindled, there was one last order of business: a picture taking session. I mean, what better photo op could be better than having all five of my victims at hand, naked and ashamed?

I placed my last pair of bunny ears on Bobby’s freshly buzzed head, while complimenting him on his new do. As I applied the bunny ears, I relished the wretched look on his face, one of mortification and resignation.

I lined the five of them up, side by side, and took several photos—as did many in the crowd, much to the fivesome's chagrin, to be sure.

I think my favorite shot was when I separated them and took a picture of the three boys. I situated Bobby in the middle, and his (relatively) large penis with hair all around contrasted quite nicely with Johnny Boy's and Blondie's smaller, completely hairless bits. I made a point of sending that image to the hairless twosome, along with a choice comment, making fun of their deficiencies.

Of course, I had to snap a picture of Tiny Tina and Ruby together. Again, the contrast between their chests was good fodder for me to take advantage of to tease Tina.

I was about to wrap it up when one girl held out her phone to me and asked if I would take a picture of her with two of my victims. I obliged, and was amused when she picked Blondie and Johnny Boy, neither of whom seemed at all enthusiastic about being singled out.

After I took more pictures with my own phone for posterity—and for other, more salacious purposes down the road (giggle)—we finally allowed the naked fivesome to gather their clothes.

As they scrambled about, desperately pulling garments back onto their thoroughly humiliated bodies, I stood back with a smile of utter satisfaction.

Their humiliation had been magnificent and absolute, and my endeavor as a humiliator had reached a pinnacle.

* * * * * *

I think this is an appropriate time to bring these chronicles to a close—and to leave you with the wonderful, unforgettable image of the Fabulous Five’s unmitigated, naked humiliation at the foot of the Roosevelt statue that afternoon. For me, it doesn't get any better than that.

Maybe someday I’ll return to share more of my little adventures. We did manage to gather the Fabulous Five at Andrea’s house as planned, and—well, I’m sure you can imagine how much fun we had with them. And there were many more deliciously wicked moments that unfolded at Roosevelt High during my "reign of terror." Perhaps I’ll recount those tales, as long as you're willing to indulge me.

Thank you for tagging along. I hope you've enjoyed reading about my escapades in humiliation at least half as much as I've enjoyed writing about them.

End