Novella
Chapter 16 of 20
He doesn't know what was going to happen, but the ladies seemed all very excited to be there and to have a man like G at their disposal.
The music was still playing, the shocks arrived on time, G's shouting too.
Then, when the commercials interrupted the show, some movement happened: the ladies were taking some of the paddling equipment and started trying it on G's body. It seems that Mistress M explained them the spanking game, and after the first spank on the left buttcheek, the lady asked "What number is it? Aren't you supposed to count it aloud?"
G was starving but had to brace himself and start playing the usual game.
"You now have to guess to which number we are going to arrive to, you should know it; if you make a mistake, you will have to guess each time its double."
G started thinking, and many options came up:
"I guess it's 7" saying trying to remember how many songs he heard until that moment.
"Wrong."
G had to guess the right number again and then double it, to guess correctly.
Some other tentatives later, he arrived to say 148.
"Right; it started from 37, that was the times that you shouted while we were driving this morning. But now, let's have some fun with this 148 number... We are four, so we each have 37 hits at our disposal!"
"Ehi Mar..."
"Mistress M!"
Mistress M was very concerned in not giving G details about his personal life, such as names and other datas; the girls were friends so they were not used to call her Mistress M.
"Sorry, Mistress M, I have an idea for a game!"
"Let's hear it, be fast, commercial is almost over, the Festival has to proceed"
"We stand each in a different location, and we don' move from where we are, as we are corners of a square. Then, each of us has her tool to spank, a paddle, a whip or whatever; we hit once at a time, with no particular order, each one counting in mind the number of strokes given. Each time the host of the Festival says the name of a singer, G must update the count for each of us, letting us know the strikes remaining from 37. Each time he guesses wrong..."
"I'll think about the punishment if he's wrong", continued Mistress M.
The game rules were clear and fastly approved from the others, so they started spanking him. It was kinda difficult for G to guess who was spanking him because he wass still blindfolded. He had to feel the direction of the instrument, and then associate it with the voice of the ladies whose names were still unknown to him.
"Song number 12..." the TV says, the singer was the next info spoken. Then G has to reply with the right number to the lady asking him the updated count. First try, he succeeded! "31" were the strike left from the lady next to Mistress M. Added to the strikes, the cock cage was still giving him electric stimolation following the music.
The festival proceeded and was the time for the final scores and the winner proclamation: another name was going to be spoken! The aim of the game was to let G get the wrong answers, but since he had to update the missing strokes, numbers are each time lower. G made 6 mistakes in total.
"Six", said Mistress M aloud. Then all the three other ladies started to chat about the results and how they were deluded that no woman reached the top five.
"Six are the bites you earned from the pizza leftovers we have here, as you didn't eat since breakfast this morning at your home; you did have breakfast right?"
G nodded.
When one of them gave G a slice of pizza to eat, the three guests started laughing; there was no such a reasonable reason, apart from the fact they were feeding a naked man, hooked by the ass to the ceiling, with red stripes on his body due to a long spanking, blindfolded and handcuffed, that was G's thought.
But when G crunched the slice of pizza, a strange flavor came up to his tongue. He had a similar taste in his mouth but he couldn't recall when or where, or why did he already tasted it.
"G, now you have to guess which of us four squirted on that slice of pizza before!"
Squirt! That was a similar taste of Mistress M's squirted dildo he had to lick clean some meeting before... G had tasted squirt once, just in that occasion, and didn't have any previous experience with any of that friends of Mistress M how could he guess the taste?
It was a pure game of guessing so... seems to be 25% chance, but he has at least Mistress M's taste to short down the options. They could see G sweating and concentrating to remember that taste, to raise probabilities to 33% instead.
G guessed wrong, of course, so he had to eat all the slice to remember that taste, knowing he had only 6 bites in total, 5 were left and 4 ladies to be still guessed... numbers are not in G's favour... as always!
Even if wrong, at least G had the chance to eat, and that seemed more important than the obvious incoming punishment happening later for sure.
G couldn't guess any of the squirt taste of the ladies, Mistress M was very angry about it.
"Very well so, you didn't earn the privilege to sleep normally, so good night, let's go ladies!" and they all 4 moved from the room. But suddenly, Mistress M went back in the room, put a plastic box at G's feet and connect the anal hook with some other cables, and left him alone, in the dark. TV was off, no music and shocks to G's cock and anus anymore.
Suddenly the sound of the car moving let G understand that the 4 were moving out, leaving him alone there, and then he fell asleep, just after G peed in the box, he didn't have the chance to do it anytime that day. His feet were submerged by his piss, that first was warm, then it became cold...
G didn't noticed but Mistress M is very careful, so she had a CCTV system that allows her to check on G anytime by webcam. The ladies went to a night club nearby, to celebrate the end of the Festival, have some cocktails and party a bit. Some hour later, with some of them drunk driven home by the sober Mistress M, they fell asleep alltogether in the same big size bed in Mistress M's room.
In the morning, the ladies were woken up not by the sound of an alarm, but by the sound of G, shouting for the pain: all the electronic devices he was equipped were switched on by the alarm clock! G was woken up by a stingy electric shock that started slowly from the ass and went rapidly through testicles and cock. All these shocks's power was increased by the piss and the precum that was on G's lower part of the body, and the hardon that came after the first shocks, increased his pain a lot.
Not all the ladies woke up rapidly, Mistress M neither. A friend of her, the one that purposed the game the night before, rapidly went downstairs in the garage to check G, or maybe to shut him up and let them sleep longer.
She took the iron paddle no one used before, and start smacking G's still red ass. G was shouting even stronger, so she understood she failed in shutting him down... but then thought that if G passes out, then he surely shuts up; so she continued fiercely and aggressively until G's shouting wake up even Mistress M.
She came downstairs unraged for the shouting, she didn't expect that some shocks have caused so much pain, not thinking about her friend's initiative: when she came in the garage, she froze; she couldn't believe that her friend was able to such brutal force and lack of pity.
But she recognised that she had been "overpowered" by that friend, that chose freely to inflict punishments without being involved directly in the game. So she had a terrible idea: terrible from the poin of her friend, in favour of G.
She left her friend and G "playing" along, and she woke up her other friends. All three came down to the garage with handcuffs and blinfolds, and stop the spanking lady. They cuff her hands, and cut her clothes off. She now took part of the game as a sub, at almost the same level of G.
G was still blindfolded but could hear what was happening. Once the lady was calmed down, Mistress M explained what was going on: "So, you chose to choose to punish my slave without asking me a thing. Now, I will punish you with the same courtesy, without asking you!"
An unexpected smile on the lady appeared...
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