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 saw that Kayla was doing the same to Bobby, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his inner thigh while he sat rigid as a board. I continued with this line of play for a few minutes, teasing and stroking, 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 began gently tickling his balls. "I know you're extremely embarrassed to be naked right now, but I'll bet this feels good, doesn't it? I'll bet you're fighting not to admit how much you like it."
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, a delicious twist to make the day even more memorable. I put my lips to Blondie's ear again. "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, rolling them between my fingers, I smiled while Blondie—very reluctantly—lowered his right hand and started fondling Bobby's balls. Bobby, quite taken aback, instantly grabbed Blondie by the wrist.
"What the hell?" Bobby hissed.
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, stealing his best mate away like this." I cracked another smile.
That smile turned into a big grin when I looked to my left again. 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, their bare skin pressed together in the confined space. 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, her hips rocking slightly against Tina's hand.
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 now, his little penis standing rigid and proud despite his embarrassment. "Oh, Blondie," I whispered in his ear. "Your little stiffy feels so delightful. We must get a better look at it, mustn't we?"
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, to make him relive that shame all over again. 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. "Let everyone see what you've got."
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, thicker and longer, a distinction I just
had to tease 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. So much more impressive. Don't you wish you had a cock like Bobby's instead of your little boy wee-wee?" I whispered while continuing to fondle his inferior phallus. "And look how
hairy he is down there. You have
no hair, Blondie. Not a single strand. 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 stripped naked in the crowded auditorium? Not so much. I could only marvel at the dichotomy that I had created, the exquisite torture of their situation.
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, my hand gliding smoothly up and down. I began massaging Blondie in earnest, while Blondie begrudgingly did likewise to Bobby. Within seconds, Blondie was squirming feverishly in his chair, his hips jerking involuntarily. I could tell he was trying to fight off his impending orgasm, but he was putty in my hand, completely at my mercy.
"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. What a dirty boy you are."
"Please! No!" begged Blondie in a throaty whisper, his voice cracking with desperation. "I can't—not here-please, Felicity, don't make me—" But his words trailed off into a whimper as I increased my pace, my hand moving faster, more insistently.
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 Blondie was toast, his resistance crumbling. He jerked his body upward, his spine arching, 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, leaving me trembling and breathless. 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, nudging Blondie with my elbow. "Don't leave him hanging like that. It's rude."
I giggled, and 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 in surprise and disgust. He let go of the offending weapon, leaving Bobby to spontaneously take over the helm and energetically complete the dirty deed himself. Kayla also witnessed the whole spectacle, and both of us broke into fits of laughter, stifling our giggles behind our hands.
When the dust settled, I reached into my backpack and pulled out the hand towel that I had packed for the occasion, anticipating exactly this need. I cleaned my hand off and handed it to Blondie. I also took back my phone, the flashlight still glowing. "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, his movements hurried and embarrassed. 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.
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The cast had just begun performing the final number (
Anatevka). I had a decision to make, the culmination of all my planning. 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 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 for more, 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, 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 message sit there, letting them marinate in fresh humiliation. From my seat, I could hear their muted whimpers. I waited a full minute before sending another:
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 pressed send 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 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. The Tevye character turned 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, smiling 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. It adds to the entertainment value for me, and probably anyone else that witnesses their shame.
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 basked in the sight of the poor devils, who were cowering in their seats like frightened kittens. So delectable!
I had originally considered sending them out together, in a naked parade of shame. 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 clamped over her breasts and the other hand pressed against 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 the privilege to cover up.
Students were already packed into the aisle, moving slowly toward the exits. 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!”
“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 achieved exactly what I had hoped. They amplified Ruby's shame, turning her worst nightmare into a public spectacle. At the same time, they gave the remaining three a vivid preview of what awaited them. They could see and hear exactly what awaited them, and their sense of dread had to be growing by the second.
I watched with enjoyment as Ruby did her best to weave through the entertained crowd, her body hunched and hurried. 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 reached out and grabbed her arm, my fingers tight around her bicep. "I'll let you cover up your pussy, but not your chest. People will want to laugh 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, as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his tighty-whities and lowered them to his mid-thighs. "I do want everyone to see that you're wearing little-boy undies," I said, grinning up at him. "But I also want them to be able to see your baby boy bits."
I burst out giggling when I saw that his little penis had retreated even further than usual, shrunken and almost hidden. Apparently, in the face of looming public exposure, it had pulled back, 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 leaned slightly to get a closer look, 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 boy just 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. "Andrea will come with you to make sure you'll be a good boy." I gave 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 beamed and gave me a wink as she fell into step closely behind him into the jam-packed aisle. It took less than five steps before there was a reaction from the crowd, 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 his 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 between her thumb and forefinger, 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 on his suffering. 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 the 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, elbows out. I want you exposed. No shielding yourself. And as a bonus, they'll be able to see those smooth little underarms of yours."
The wretched Blondie complied, and it was a sight to behold: blushing, utterly bare, his pale skin practically glowing under the auditorium lights. 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 with a toothy grin.
"Someone's making me do it," I heard Blondie mumble.
She giggled, delighted by this admission. “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, grasping at any straw that might preserve some dignity.
“Actually, he’s a senior,” some helpful student chimed in, the voice coming from somewhere to the left. “Everyone calls him Blondie.”
Her eyes widened, the surprise genuine. "A senior!" replied the original student. She looked down at his crotch again, her gaze lingering. "With a little dick like that?" There was an explosion of laughter from those nearby. She had a loud voice, so a good many of the students could hear—much to Blondie's chagrin. "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 attempted to shuffle off toward the side of the aisle in hopes of eluding his antagonist, but she stayed right with him. She was persistent, clearly having far too much fun to abandon her entertainment. "Do you shave your whole body?" she asked curiously. Blondie remembered my strict admonition about not telling anyone that I make him keep his bits hairless for my own amusement. 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 as she pressed closer. "And you have no hair on your little weenie? Or anywhere else? How does that happen?"
Blondie offered no response, his face burning crimson as he fixed his gaze on some distant point, perhaps praying for divine intervention or sudden invisibility. Instead, he got relentless commentary. The girl wasn't part of my original plan, but honestly, it couldn't have worked out any better had I planted her there myself.
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. “Is this the most embarrassed you’ve ever been in your life?” she asked. "I mean, seriously, think about it. You're naked in the middle of the auditorium." She let that hang in the air while Blondie squirmed. “We can all see your privates.” Another pause, her eyes dropping deliberately to his exposed bits. “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 finally reached the foyer, which was less densely packed than the auditorium had been, but plenty of students had lingered there, eagerly waiting for Blondie to resurface. 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 in the center of the courtyard, were Bobby, Johnny Boy, Ruby, and Tina. They were doing a naked conga line dance! Their clothes were cheerfully draped over Roosevelt's outstretched arm, fluttering in the breeze, as if mocking the naked victims. Kayla had a boom box going, positioned strategically on the statue's base, 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 driving beat while Kayla gleefully orchestrated their naked parade. I was floored. It was glorious, absolutely glorious.
♬
Everybody is doing a brand-new dance, now,
Come on baby, do the Loco-motion.♬
And get this: Bobby was leading the conga line, his arms stretched out in a pitiful pushing motion, his hips jerking forward with each step, looking for all the world like he wanted to cry tears of pure mortification. And, surprise! His hair had been hacked short, buzzed down to nearly nothing. Apparently Kayla—I'm sure with Natalie's enthusiastic assistance—had used persuasive means to punish him for leaving the auditorium without permission.
Behind him came Johnny Boy, his hands planted on his buddy's hips, his face a picture of misery. He was naked now, and his tighty-whities were dangling from the statue's bronze finger, alongside three pairs of colorful panties and a bra. It was a sight to behold, especially since the owners of those garments were performing an enforced, reluctant naked conga line dance in a circle around their own underwear, their eyes occasionally drifting upward to their captured clothes they so desperately wanted back.
"Look at your pretty panties hanging up there for all to see, Blondie," I teased. "Don't they look lovely?"
"Shake those hips!" Kayla yelled as she administered a stinging slap to Bobby's ass cheeks with a wooden paddle as he danced by her. The crack of wood against flesh echoed, followed by his yelp of pain and embarrassment.
I blinked.
She brought a paddle?! Of course she did. She never had any intention of giving them their clothes back right away, not without extracting every possible ounce of entertainment first. 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 in rapid succession. 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, who roared with approval.
♬
You gotta swing your hips now,
Come on, baby, do the Loco-Motion.♬
"C'mon, Blondie," I told him between bursts of laughter, wiping moisture from the corners of my eyes. "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 after him, "And shake that cute little ass! Make it bounce!"
The next ten minutes were pure magic, the kind of memory I would treasure forever. The Fabulous Five, naked, shamed, and spectacularly on display, circled the statue in perfect rhythm while the crowd clapped, cheered, and howled with laughter, some recording everything on their phones.
♬
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, just out of reach above their heads. Their humiliation was total, complete in every sense, 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 opportunity could exist than having all five of my victims at hand, naked and ashamed, posed exactly as I wished?
I placed my last pair of pink bunny ears on Bobby's freshly buzzed head, adjusting them carefully while complimenting him on his new do. "It really suits you," I purred, running my fingers over the prickly stubble. "So clean, so exposed, just like the rest of you now." As I applied the bunny ears, I relished the wretched look on his face, one of mortification and resignation, the look of someone who has accepted that his humiliation is complete.
I lined the five of them up, side by side, and took several photos from different angles, as did many in the crowd.
I think my favorite shot was when I separated them and took a picture of just 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. Later, I sent the image to the hairless twosome along with a few choice remarks at their expense, gleefully mocking 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 happily obliged and was amused when she chose Blondie and Johnny Boy specifically. Neither seemed remotely pleased about being singled out for additional attention. They stood on either side of her, wearing matching looks of misery while she grinned broadly between them, clearly delighted with her choices.
After I took more pictures with my own phone for posterity—and for other, more salacious purposes down the road that I would enjoy in private later (
giggle)—we finally allowed the naked fivesome to gather their clothes from the statue's arm..
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, a masterpiece of degradation, and my endeavor as a humiliator had reached a pinnacle I wasn't sure I could ever surpass.
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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 with you, dear reader. 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 there. 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.
Love,
Felicity
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