A Snowy Weekend Laid Bare

I didn't think much of it at the time, but I guess an invitation to spend a weekend with three women at a cabin in Vermont should have sent my wheels spinning rapidly into fantasyland. However, since this came from my long-time friend Ellie, it didn't ignite any sparks. It appeared unremarkable, really; and I casually accepted.

Apparently, Ellie and three of her friends had rented the cabin for a January ski trip, but one friend cancelled last minute, and they were looking for a substitute. The cost was reasonable, and I had the weekend free, so why not? Although I didn't ski, I still relished getting out of my house for a few days. The thought of some peaceful time in the snowy woods of The Green Mountain State was appealing.

"Chris, everyone will have their own room," Ellie offered as incentive. "So there is plenty of privacy, in case you were worried about all us girls."

"Sounds good," I responded. "Your friends don't mind a guy going? I don't want to intrude on a girls' weekend."

"No problem," replied Ellie. "I told them you're a good guy. And harmless," she added with a smile.

Ellie and I have been friends ever since we were young, having gone to school together all our lives, up through university. While we occasionally drifted apart - having boyfriends and girlfriends will do that - we always felt comfortable with each other.

Maybe it was because she was such an old friend that I rarely thought about her as girlfriend material. Physically, she was very cute; five-six height with a tight, fit body. When I was younger, I did have my sexual curiosities about her, but as our friendship developed, those began to wane. We were akin to brother and sister. Yeah, so I was pretty much harmless.

Ellie was always outgoing, and friends with just about everyone; a classic extrovert. For me, I was the opposite. Textbook introvert. Not in a weird way, though; I wasn't sitting in a dark basement playing Dungeons and Dragons with my geeky friends. I was the kind of guy that if I went to a party, I'd end up talking to one person all night. And like many introverts, I admired extroverts. I suppose that is what kept me close to Ellie - I felt safe around her. I still do. I think her presence allows me to enjoy the fringes of her sociable behavior; a behavior I can't replicate on my own.

The plan was to leave early on Friday morning, make the drive up from New York to Vermont, and come back Monday. Ellie's friend, Rose - who I had never met - offered to drive, which was great. She picked us up in a brand new Lexus SUV, which struck me as extravagant. Now Rose didn't look like the type to own such a luxury vehicle - she dressed a little goth - trending to the side of rough. Smaller than Ellie, she had a more wild look with jet back shoulder length hair and these huge black boots. Although she didn't speak much on the five-hour ride from Poughkeepsie to Burlington, you could tell she had this healthy air of confidence about her. She was pretty cynical; which, honestly, I could relate to. In another life, one in which I was more alpha, I could see myself being connected to her.

Rose picked up the other friend, Debbie, first; which was perfect, as it meant Ellie and I got the back seat, making it comfortable for me. I didn't really know Rose and Debbie, so the seating arrangement was optimal.

Debbie, unlike Rose and Ellie, was a little on the hefty side, with a sizable chest and matching ass. Now, some guys are into curvy women, but she was not my type. Like Ellie, she was outgoing, but in a judgmental, borderline overbearing way. Let's just say she had her opinions and wasn't shy about sharing them. That's my initial impression, anyway. She was overly chatty for the whole car ride, which got to be annoying, but I was safely tucked behind her in the back seat and was able to drift in and out of sleep for part of the journey.

We arrived at 3 PM and checked into our rented cabin as per our host's instructions. It was outside of Burlington; a sizable two-story home hidden way back in the woods. A long, winding driveway, packed down with a few months' worth of snow, led up to the house. Rose's SUV came in handy and easily maneuvered the wintery roads and driveway. Not to mention, it held the ski rack nicely for their three pairs of skis.

The house was gorgeous, and well-apportioned for our stay; complete with a working fireplace and cords of wood for our use. Cozy and serene, it felt like miles away from civilization.

Ellie and I volunteered to go grocery shopping, borrowing Rose's car. It also gave us a chance to catch up.

"Your friends seem nice," I began.

"Wait until they start drinking," warned Ellie.

"Debbie is quite... opinionated," I commented, trying to be diplomatic.

"Ha. Yeah, that's putting in mildly," chuckled Ellie. "What did you think of Rose?"

"She's quiet," I replied. "She seems almost angry. Mysterious, I guess."

"Yeah, she comes across that way, and she can be a firecracker," Ellie said, turning into the grocery store lot. "I met her through my ex, and let me just say, she is so much more than what she seems."

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what her cryptic and ominous comment could mean, but thought better of prying into other people's business. Getting out of the car, we began our shuffle across the parking lot, peppered with patches of snow and ice, trying hard not to fall on our asses.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Debbie asked me if you were married or had a girlfriend. She told me you were handsome when we were unpacking," Ellie smiled, looking at me for a reaction.

"Me?" I replied. "Hey, I hope you are not fixing me up!"

"No, no, not at all, Chris" swiftly answered Ellie. "She just told me. Just thought you should know in case you're interested."

I stayed silent. I didn't want to bring up that I wasn't in the least bit attracted to Debbie. Rose, maybe; Debbie, not at all. I was always attracted to Ellie, but being close friends for so long sort of eliminated that possibility.

"Hey," I interrupted, aiming to change the subject. "Let me pick out the groceries. I'll cook for us. I like to cook. I've gotten pretty good," I boasted. Plus, cooking brings me peace and a sense of accomplishment.

"Awesome!" exclaimed Ellie. "We all hate cooking. You can be the cook all weekend if you want."

"OK," I agreed. I knew that I could immerse myself in the culinary arts and hopefully avoid too much social interaction; excessive time with people tends to exhaust me.

We bought a plethora of groceries, as I now was planning to impress the hell out of them. After validating any dietary restrictions - happily, there were none - we hit the liquor store and loaded up on alcohol and mixers.

Upon return, I set about preparing dinner - baked chicken breast stuffed with prosciutto and provolone cheese, with sides of steamed Italian vegetables and seasoned brown rice. I also whipped up an opening garden salad with a homemade balsamic vinaigrette. Yeah, I was showing off a bit. I had them sit and I served them, even pouring their wine. The compliments were glowing, and so was I. I knew Ellie would like my cooking, and Debbie; well, I really didn't care what she thought. Rose, on the other hand - mysterious, dark Rose - I desired her acceptance.

When we returned from the grocery shopping, I noticed Rose had changed out of her almost all-black outfit into a pair of jeans and an oversized light blue sweater. She looked like a different woman; softer and more approachable. Maybe it was the martinis I swallowed too quickly, but I felt this refreshing attraction to her. She might have appeared gentler in her change of clothes, but she was still pretty quiet and enigmatic. Loud people like Debbie turn me off, but someone like Rose - who was the female version of the strong, silent male - captivated me. I wanted to know more.

However, each time I tried to engage Rose in any sort of conversation, she was short and abrupt. She graciously complimented my cooking, but not enthusiastically. Alas, my subtle and sad attempts at flirting went unnoticed.

All in all, Friday night was pedestrian, as they all wanted to go to sleep early so they could get a prompt start tomorrow for skiing. I offered to clean up as I wasn't going to go with them. As I did the dishes, they finished their drinks, bid good night, and they trudged off to bed. I felt like a house mother, and grinned to myself.

Over dinner, they did try and persuade me to go skiing with them. I could rent skis and take lessons. Despite their encouragement, I had zero desire to go kill myself in the snow and cold; I really had no interest - or skill - to ski. I would be perfectly content by myself in this warm cabin, burrowed safely in the accommodating woods of Vermont.

They got up before sunrise and I did as well, if only to make them a memorable breakfast. I admit, I went a little out of my way to make it special. The egg white spinach and mushroom omelets were a big hit, and the sliced fresh fruit and homemade orange juice earned me many compliments. Even Rose, who was relatively quiet last night, gave me an unasked for "that was perfect." I took this as a minor victory.

"Hey Chris, you wanna come be my maid back in New York?" bellowed Debbie, shattering all the peaceful thoughts in my head.

I laughed at her comment but was guessing she wasn't exactly kidding, based on what Ellie told me. Not for me, I thought.

They loaded up Rose's SUV with their gear, and took off for the day. I was sure I wouldn't see them until very late afternoon or even early evening, which was fine by me. After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, I made myself more coffee, sat in the living room, and looked out over the back deck at the woods. A light snow was falling, and it was eerily quiet. I started daydreaming about living this far north.

Still lounging in sweatpants and shirt, hair tousled, and with sleepy, purposeless eyes, I didn't care how I looked. This was my place and my time at this very moment.

I brought in some logs for the fireplace, thinking maybe we could have a brilliant fire tonight. I settled in and read a few chapters of my book, almost feeling like going back to bed. Instead, I quickly checked my phone for any messages, but was really trying to disconnect for the weekend, so I put it face down on the coffee table.

By the time noon came around, I made myself a grilled ham and cheese for lunch, along with canned tomato soup. It was the perfect comfort food for such a cold, snowy day. Once I finished, I decided to be a little more active. Still un-showered, I threw on jeans, coat, and boots and went for a long, meandering walk in the woods. Deer and rabbit tracks were plentiful, and it was so quiet - I swear I could hear the snow hitting the ground. I felt many planets away from my home in Poughkeepsie.

Returning to the cabin with a refreshing chill filling my bones, I was in a complete state of total peace. I lay down on the sofa and took a brief, gratuitous nap. When I woke, I figured I better finally take a shower, so I made my way upstairs to my bedroom. After the walk outside, the hot water felt good steaming on my body, as I took an overly long and selfish cleansing. Completing my wash up, I dried myself off, shaved, and walked out of the bathroom naked. I had turned the heat up so despite being sans clothes, I was comfortable.

I was in such a good mood; relaxed and unbothered. I looked out my bedroom window, which oversaw the driveway. The snow, light all day, had fallen enough to cover up the tire tracks of the departing SUV this morning. They'd be home in a few hours, I surmised. Still nude, I walked out of my bedroom and went down the stairs. I was pretending this was my house, and I, in such a remote setting, could just be freely walking around without any clothes. I imagined that if it were summer, I could go outside and feel the summer breeze caress my skin. Admittedly, it felt a bit daring, knowing there were three women who would eventually return, but it was safe. They wouldn't be back for a while, and even if they did come home, I'd hear them drive up and I had plenty of time to get dressed.

I started making a homemade pasta sauce for a bolognese I was planning for dinner. It would be at least a three-hour simmer time, so it was good to get a jump on it. As I cooked the sauce, I pretended that I was attending to these ladies as I was, nude and at their service. I pictured Rose smiling. How suddenly my day went from serenity to erotic fantasy.

It only seemed appropriate that I should build a fire, and I set about this task with great zeal. As the flames began to blaze, I sat there on a blanket in front of the hearth, still naked; enjoying its generous warmth. I thought about Ellie and our relationship; she was always nice to me but it never really seriously occurred to us we could be a couple. Friends for too long, I guess. I mean, besides when I was coming of age, I haven't had many sexual thought about her. Just like a sister, I sighed to myself.

Ah, but Rose. Here my thoughts drifted back to this evasive and opaque woman, and my initial internal reactions when I saw her last night; dressed sweetly in those pretty, muted colors. She had a body that wore clothes well. Closing my eyes, I slowly began to stroke myself, thinking of her doing a strip tease just for me. Moments later, I was erect and sensitive; having to let go of my cock lest I spray all over the floor. I opened my eyes and looked at my dick, hard and quivering, begging me to continue.

Now I really felt like I was being mischievous, sitting here with a hard-on in the living room, and the girls coming home at any time. Not pushing my luck, my bouncing erection and I hurried up the stairs to get dressed.

As I passed by Rose's bedroom, I stopped, and spontaneously turned the handle. I opened the door and peeked inside, wondering what secrets it held. I entered quietly, as if she were close by. The inappropriateness of it all kept me hard and hungry.

Rose's large travel bag was on her bed, and her clothes from last night piled haphazardly on the floor. I went over to the bag and carefully unzipped it, reaching in and examining the contents. My heart skipped when I came across a pair of panties, black lace in the front, a thin wisp of fabric in the back. A thong. I couldn't help myself; I removed them from the bag and wrapped them around my hard cock. I was now officially creepy as I stroked myself with them, picturing her sweet, tight ass.

Thankfully, I couldn't do any more damage because I was awakened by the sound of a vehicle crunching its way up the snow-covered driveway. Holy shit! Rapidly coming to my senses, I stuffed the panties back into the bag, hurriedly zipped it shut and rushed out of the room. I ran into my room, shutting my own door, when I heard the front entrance swing open.

"Honey, we're home!" Debbie trumpeted. I expeditiously continued getting dressed.

As they pulled off their coats, I heard their squeals of happiness at finding the fire crackling its welcome.

I went downstairs, greeted them, and asked if they were hungry; which, of course, they were. As they went to their bedrooms to change into fresh, dry clothes, I whipped up some cheese and crackers to tide them over as I prepped the rest of dinner.

Exhausted from the day of skiing, they returned downstairs and retired to the living room, drinks in hands and joyously espousing about their day.

I listened and grinned at their exaggerated stories; all the while, my heart was still fluttering from the prospect of being caught with Rose's panties. I felt guilty, but as I saw Rose sitting by the fire, I couldn't help but envision her ass encased in a flimsy black thong.

However, as much as I wanted to engage Rose in any sort of conversation, it was Debbie who kept throwing comments my way. Her futile attempt to flirt with me, I guess. I can't blame her for trying, but she was distracting me from my immature Rose fantasy.

I continued on with dinner; I browned the ground beef for the bolognese and put the finishing touches on the sauce. I was also making homemade garlic bread, which filled the room with its alluring aroma.

"Hey, nice look, there, Chris," teased Debbie. I had found an apron to cover my waist and protect me from the spitting grease and sauce. It was white with laced edges, which I didn't think much of when I put it on, but now the ladies found it quite amusing.

"Miss Chrissy," quipped Ellie, "do you do windows?"

The ladies, all well into their second margarita, were laughing it up as I good-naturedly cooked their meal. I was wishing Rose would join in the playfulness but she just smiled at the other's comments.

Dinner was a happy, noisy occasion, filled with the stories of the day. While I wasn't with them, I celebrated their silliness and felt like I was part of their clique. They laughed at my boring day of cleaning, walks, and a nap. I, obviously, did not regale them about my near-complete masturbation session in front of the fire, and again with Rose's forbidden panties. I concealed my improper activities from my housemates.

As dinner concluded, it was Debbie who had the inane, drunken idea to play strip poker.

"I'm good," I laughed, nervously declining.

Debbie challenged back. "Aw, come on, Chrissy, look at the odds. Three hot chicks who you can get undressed." I really didn't care for the 'Chrissy' nickname bestowed upon me, and I frowned as I got up to clear the table. "Nah, why don't you guys play?" I challenged, knowing full well how stupid I sounded.

Now, I was pretty decent at poker, but it still felt weird. I really didn't have any desire to see Debbie naked, nor even Ellie. But the thought of Rose in a total state of undress gave me reason to reconsider.

"Remember in college?" interjected Ellie. "When we played in Martin's dorm room? I recall you being quite adamant about playing."

"Yeah, I remember," I admitted. I also remember Martin and I doing quite well, getting two of the girls completely naked, and Ellie topless. It was the first and only time I saw her tits. I felt both intrigued and guilty.

I looked at Ellie with a you-really-wanna-do-this-look, and she just smiled back, the persuasion of alcohol in her face. And that is when Rose spoke up. "I saw a deck of cards in the drawer," she said and went to get them. That was it for me.

"OK, let's do it," I conceded, thinking I could get Rose naked. "Who needs another drink?"

With a fresh set of drinks, full bellies, and a nice fire blazing away, we set off to play, sitting in a circle on the living room floor.

"Let's play to the first one naked," I suggested, thinking I could avoid any embarrassment. Thankfully, there was agreement, and I liked my odds.

Of the three, Debbie seemed to know what she was doing. Ellie kept asking about what hand was better. Rose was pretty quiet, as usual, but I could tell she hadn't played much.

After a few hands, all the girls had their shoes and socks off, and I hadn't lost yet. Then Ellie lost her top, and she sat there in her pink, lace bra, and the cheering began. Now we were getting into the good part.

Debbie lost her top next, and yes, those things were huge, challenging her bra. Again, though; not my type. A streak of bad luck took my socks and shoes, and on the next hand, I lost my shirt to the chorus of "take it off" as I peeled off my top.

"Not bad, Chrissy" yelped Debbie, checking out my chest. I have to admit; I was getting a bit worried, being just down to my pants and underwear. But I held on as the next three hands went in my favor. Ellie lost and off came her pants, and she looked adorable in her pink satin panties and matching bra. She looked at me and I gave her a shake of my head and a huge smile, hoping I wasn't too transparent of the impurities running through my brain.

Even more to my delight, Rose lost the following two hands. First off came her top, and she had on a black bra. She removed her pants, and there they were, the same panties I had around my cock hours before. My heart skipped.

Ellie yelled, "turn around!" and Rose did, quickly giving her ass a wiggle in her thong. I love a good ass, and there was this woman who I was starting to have crush on, standing there for my enjoyment in just her bra and panties. If she would just lose two more hands, I imagined. I felt myself rising in my pants.

As Rose sat down, she snapped the waist band of her panties, stared at me, smirked, and said "look familiar?" The comment seemed to go over the head of Ellie and Debbie, and I just looked at her, smiled weakly, and ignored.

What did she mean by that? I worried.

I brushed the comment aside, and dealt the next hand. Debbie lost and her pants came off. I didn't even look her way, and just shuffled the cards. Debbie threw her pants over my head and laughed.

Then Ellie lost and now we were in the real game. She stood up, turned around and undid her bra, dropping it behind her. Spinning around, her lovely B cup tits bounced into view. She giggled drunkenly, and I playfully covered my eyes.

My good fortune continued when Rose lost again, and thus her bra had to be discarded. She stood up, and her ample size Cs swung before my eyes. I was riveted. She caught me staring, and so I clumsily complimented the tattoo at the top of her left breast.

"Nice... bird," I managed to say.

"It's a raven," she replied, nonplussed that she was standing in front of me in only her thong. "It's a nickname of mine," and she sat down.

I had two topless girls with just their panties left sitting crosslegged before me, and I anxiously awaited the next deal, hopeful and horny.

Another hand, and Ellie lost again. She covered her face with her hands before she swiftly dropped her panties to her ankles and kicked them off across the room, with all of us deliriously cheering her on. I had never seen her totally naked before, and I was a bit taken aback. But there she was, completely shaved. I just stared unabashedly at her pussy.

"Hey, Chris, you've never seen one before?" Ellie joked, sitting down, crossing her legs.

I had to look away.

Debbie then asked, "So is this it? I mean, we have our big naked loser over here," and she jokingly pointed at Ellie.

"Aw, that's not fair," protested Ellie. "We need to keep going. I want company," she begged, and I couldn't help but notice her tits bouncing with her laughter.

Debbie nodded. "Let's keep going until another person is naked. So Ellie can sit there a little longer. And Chris can enjoy staring at her."

I blushed. I didn't like this idea. I needed to quit while I was ahead.

"Yeah, but what if Ellie loses again?" I asked. "She has no more clothes. Shouldn't we end this now?"

Debbie looked to the back slider facing the outdoors. "Naked snow angel!" she exclaimed.

Ellie shrieked at the thought, and Debbie added. "Either that, or you play with yourself right here."

"Ah, the snow angel is fine!" concluded Ellie. "Only if I lose again!"

"OK then, let's play until another person is bare ass," added Rose, sitting there topless. Oh, I so hope you lose the next hand, I thought. Rose and Ellie naked? Perfect. Fuck it. I am not going to lose.

Another hand was dealt, but Ellie did not lose, nor Rose. It was me.

The whoops and cheers were abundantly loud as I stood to remove my pants. I was semi-hard already, and hoped that it wouldn't be discernible as I stripped off my pants.

I stood there, shy and fearfully nervous in my flannel boxers; my hands in front of me, trying to cover my growing member.

"No covering, cheater!" ordered Debbie, who kept swatting at my hands to knock them away. In doing so, she landed a slap to my cock, causing me to flinch.

"Uh oh! Chrissy's getting excited!" squealed Debbie in glee, surely feeling my hardness.

"Um, I think I'm done now," I said, as I began to pick up my pants.

"Hey, no way!" yelled Debbie. "You can't quit now! We agreed to keep playing!"

"You get me naked and you leave?" admonished Ellie.

I couldn't look at them. I just knew I couldn't ever take off my underwear, especially with my blooming erection. With my clothes balled in my hands, I retreated up the stairs to my room. I got dressed, and meekly returned downstairs fully clothed. The girls were already dressed and welcomed me back with a chorus of boos. I ruined their game, but saved my pride.

They talked and drank amongst themselves, and I just sat off to the side, feeling ashamed for my actions. After a half-hour of them pretty much ignoring me, I said good night and withdrew upstairs.

Once in my bedroom, I pulled off my pants, and climbed into bed in those same boxers and a t-shirt. As much as I felt like jerking off earlier by the fire, and had since seen Rose almost naked, I had no such arousal any longer. I just felt kind of bad for stopping the game.

The alcohol helped me pass out into sleep quickly. About an hour into my dreamland, unbeknownst to me, the women - thoroughly inebriated - paid me a midnight visit. Quietly opening my bedroom door, and by the light of their phones, they silently and swiftly took my duffel bag and my loose clothes on the floor, moving them outside the room.

Once that part of their plan was complete, they approached me in my deep sleep. I was laying on my stomach, dead to the world, and didn't notice them peeling back the comforter from on top of me. Then, in a concerted effort, Debbie grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up, covering my head; while Ellie pushed down on my back, pinning me to the mattress. At the same time, Rose yanked my shorts down and off, leaving me bare-assed.

I awoke to Debbie pulling my shirt completely over my head, and the girls cheering and screaming as they left the room, leaving me naked in the dark.

Fuck it, I thought. I just pulled the comforter back on top of me and fell back asleep. It wasn't until I woke in the morning that I discovered that they also stole all of my clothes. Shaking my head at their trick, and knowing I couldn't very well go downstairs naked, I retrieved a large towel from my bathroom and wrapped it around my waist. It was a oversized bath towel such that it went almost down to my ankles. For good measure - and also because I could feel a slight chill - I draped another towel over my shoulders.

I descended downstairs to the kitchen where the girls were already up. I was met with a slew of "good mornings" and sly smiles.

"Deciding not to get dressed today?" poked Debbie.

"So, you got me. Can I have my clothes back?" I replied a little too caustically, as I surveyed my pranksters.

"Not until you make us breakfast," answered Ellie, sitting at the kitchen table, one foot on her chair, sipping her coffee and looking much too pleased with herself.

I sighed. "Fine," I said, begrudgingly; tightening the towel around my waist.

As I started to organize making them breakfast, I re-broached my most immediate concern. "Seriously, when do I get my clothes back?"

"Depends if you're a good boy or not," responded Debbie.

I really didn't like that answer, and I looked over at Ellie for support, with that look of come-on-now.

"Don't look at me, Chris," Ellie said, rebuking my silent invitation for help. "You're the one who quit the game. And you quit after getting me naked! That wasn't very gentlemanly."

"Yeah," Debbie added. "That was cheating. You owe us. A penalty or something."

As Debbie spoke, it was annoying, so I just shook my head and wrapped the towel tighter around me, and continued to scramble some eggs. Whatever, I thought. They have to give me my clothes back at some point.

As we ate breakfast - with me still disagreeably toweled - the ladies talked nonchalantly about their plans for the day. They were all very sore from skiing yesterday, so today the plan was to go into town, shop, have lunch, walk around; that sort of thing.

"You're going to look pretty funny walking around town in a towel, Chris," Ellie cracked.

"I just won't go," I responded stubbornly; portraying the insolent brat.

At this point, Rose, who had been quiet the entire time, set her fork down on her plate, and stood. I felt her glare upon me, eyes focused and severe. It was unsettling, as if she were about to unleash a pent-up wrath.

Unleash she did, and in a very dramatic and effective fashion. Rose reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of panties, unrolled them, and held them up.

"Do you recognize there?" she asked me.

I paused. "Um, yeah. You had them on last night," I answered calmly.

"Glad you noticed," replied Rose. "Did you see them anywhere else before that?"

I just stared at them in her hands, held above the breakfast table. Debbie and Ellie looked as equally perplexed as I. I knew they were the same ones I found in her bag; the ones I wrapped around my cock and stroked myself with. "You mean like in a magazine?" I asked, playing dumb. I felt my face getting warm.

"Did you see them anywhere before in this house. Like in my room?" she challenged, agitated.

"No... no... I didn't... I haven't seen... no." Words fell from my mouth in a jumbled, irrational pile. I was too taken by surprise to even fathom a comprehendible response.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you didn't see them in my bag? Maybe even took them out of my bag? When we were skiing?" Rose's voice took on the flavor of an interrogating lawyer who knew they had their defendant cornered, and the room seemed to be getting smaller.

Fuck. I could clearly sense my face glowing a bright red, giving me away. I was rendered speechless, feeling sillier in my gown of towels.

"Just admit it. While we were out, you went through my bag," demanded Rose, going straight to the point and seeking my confession.

I just stared at those incriminating panties. I couldn't bring myself to look at Ellie.

"Let me help you," accosted Rose, carving up my 5th amendment rights. "I know you did. First, my bag was partially unzipped. I know because I had it completely closed before I left. Second, these panties were right on top in the bag, and I know for a fact that is not where I packed them."

Rose stood up and walked behind me, pinning me at the table. Even if I wanted to run, I couldn't.

"Third," she continued in a thick voice, "you left my bedroom door open."

Before I could even respond - of which I had no answer, anyway - Rose moved to my side, bent down, and holding the panties mere inches from my face, pressured, "Admit it."

"I... I... it... um..." was the only nothingness I could stammer.

"Did you take my panties out?" she demanded again.

The room was silent. I nodded yes. I felt a massive wave of shame overwhelm my body, sweeping away any words I had left.

"And you had the nerve to bail on us last night," added Rose, and with that, she turned and went back to her chair. For effect, she tossed the panties in the middle of the table.

I looked up at Ellie, who just shook her head disappointedly at me, before she commented, "That's a pretty creepy thing to do."

"So, we have a resident pervert," persisted Rose. "Did you try them on? Are you into that? Or did you want to jerk off into them?

"Let's see. First, you go through my things and play with my panties. Then you watch us get naked during strip poker, and you quit before it gets too bad for you?

"My, my, I do believe panty-boy needs to be punished."

The accusations were humiliating, especially for my friend Ellie, who I just let down in front of her friends.

"I'll be right back," Rose said, "I need my keys," and she first went upstairs, and then came back down, putting on her boots and overcoat.

"You might want to look out the window, Chris," offered Rose, as she went out into the winter's day.

All three of us went to the window and watched little Rose wallow through the snow to her SUV. Unlocking the back, she first pulled out a small roller suitcase and placed it on the ground. Then she held up a duffel bag - mine - and waved it at us. That's where my clothes were being held. Finally, she puled out the boxers I was wearing last night - the ones they tore off of me - and waved them like a flag. Then sticking her fingers through the front flap hole, she ripped them so it was one big piece of useless cloth. For good measure, she threw them in the snow, stomped on them until they were covered, and then sarcastically waved to me.

Closing and locking her SUV, my bag inside, she brought her suitcase into the house, and pulling off her boots and coat, she dragged her luggage into the living room.

"Where were we? Oh, yes, we girls are going to go into town. And you have no clothes. So you will be staying home like a spoiled child?"

"Can I please get my clothes back?" I begged. "I won't bother you."

"But you already bothered us. And if you want your clothes back, you have to agree to be punished.

"For starters, while we are out today, you can clean the whole house to be ready for check out tomorrow. And make us dinner tonight, of course."

"Sure, no problem," I replied, thankful I'd be left alone.

"Are our panties safe with you?" asked Rose scornfully.

I didn't answer, and simply nodded in agreement.

"Stay out of our shit," added Rose, as if I needed reminding.

I nodded again.

"And one more thing," Rose added, "you need a spanking."

I heard Debbie let out a loud caterwaul of a laugh.

"A what?" I asked in confusion.

"You heard me. I am going to spank you."

To be perfectly honest, after my initial apprehensive reaction of such a dramatic idea, the thought of Rose laying hands to my behind was oddly appealing. Quiet little Rose with the nice tits and sweet ass. I started to believe she might even be flirting with me.

Rose got up and grabbed a chair and put it in the middle of the living room, sat down, and called me over. Ellie and Debbie followed me, filled with morbid curiosity.

"Lay over my lap," she instructed. "And take that towel off your shoulders."

I started to think this was some sort of a joke. The novelty of this predicament got the best of me, and I tentatively walked over to Rose, removing my shoulder towel. I still clutched the towel around my waist very tightly, and gingerly began to position myself, face down onto her lap. She was so tiny compared to me that I was afraid I would crush her.

"Go ahead, put your weight on my lap. Hold yourself up with your hands on the floor."

In doing so, I felt some of the pressure taken off of her. Not all of it though, as I felt my cock and balls pressing against her lap, only my towel and her pants stood between us being flesh to flesh. If this was punishment, I was welcoming it.

"Debbie, can you go open my suitcase - the one I just brought in - and get me a paddle?"

A paddle? I thought. What is she doing with a paddle?

Debbie did as asked. "Woah!" Look at all this!" she exclaimed, reviewing the contents of the private suitcase.

"Yeah, I had a client session just before we took off and I left it in the car."

"Hey," asked Debbie, rummaging through God-knows-what, "which paddle?"

"Is there a wood one in there with three holes?"

"Yep! Here it is!" answered Debbie, and she brought it over.

So many thoughts running through my mind... paddles?... client?... session? Who was this woman?

I felt one of Rose's legs go over the tops of mine, effectively pinning me into place. With her left arm, she held my shoulders down, and with the right - the one with the paddle - she began very gently circling and tapping my towel-covered ass.

"Such a good boy," she whispered. "So obedient. And you cook so well for us. And you clean the house nicely. You would make a good maid, wouldn't you, Chris? I mean, Chrissy?"

Her voice was soft yet firm, gentle but malicious. I was nervous and frightened, but had no intention to flee. There was something overwhelming sexual about this and I felt the blood beginning to pump into my penis.

Rose delivered her first blow, but it was half-hearted. With the towel covering my ass, it really didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt pleasant.

I looked up from the floor and over to Ellie, who was sitting facing me, shaking her head. I smiled at her, thinking, this is kind of fun.

"You have no idea," Ellie said in response to my smug grin. "Rose here is also known as Mistress Raven. She's a professional dominatrix."

The raven tattoo on her breast.

My breath stopped, my naïve hope beginning its ugly turn into fright.

Rose just sat there and chuckled. Debbie actually clapped at the admission. I looked at Ellie with the most helpless eyes I could conjure but all she could say was, "You made your bed, and now you're gonna lie in it."

Whap!

Down came an unexpected smack on my ass, this one harder than the previous, causing me to flinch in surprise.

"Do you understand why you are being punished?" asked Rose.

Whap!

"Yes!" I said, and I started to laugh at the foolishness of this all.

"You think this is funny?"


Whap! Whap! Whap!

Now it was starting to hurt. I squirmed uneasily in her lap, but I wasn't going anywhere - she had me trapped.

"No! No! It's not funny," I responded, but I laughed again at what must have been a hilarious scene; all six feet of me on Rose's little lap.

But Rose did not find this amusing. Instead, she brought down a smack with a force that would have been impressive coming from a grown man. The oak paddle delivered a brutal and unforgiving sting.

"I said," repeated Rose, do you know why you are being punished?"

"Yes, I understand;" again, I was giggling.

"That's 'yes, mistress'," she corrected, and three more vicious swats came down. She was not holding back.

"Yes... mistress," I mustered to say, painfully. My snickers and laughs were now replaced with groans of angst and pain.

"It's not so funny anymore, is it?" and with that, Rose tore the towel down off my ass, and as I heard the shrieks from Debbie and Ellie at the sight of my exposed cheeks, the hits came swift and hard.

At this point, not only had I stopped laughing, but the giggling from Ellie and Debbie also ceased. Everyone knew - probably based on my pronounced yelps of pain - this was not a joke.

Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek; back and forth, Rose deftly cracked my ass, the hard, oak paddle biting with each hit. I was now officially suffering, and I struggled to free myself from her lap.

Alas, she had me held down, and with each blow, it further immobilized me. My body was in a chaos of pain.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" shouted Rose.

"Yes!" I screamed.

But the hits got even harder; the wood on the flesh of my bare ass gave no mercy.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Yes what?!" Rose commanded.

"Yes, mistress!" I yelled.

Finally, she paused. I thought I might cry; the agony unbearable, my breathing throbbed and labored.

She rubbed the paddle across my ass, a caressing reminder of what was possible. My ass burned painfully.

"Debbie, can you get me the cold cream out of my suitcase, please?" asked Rose.

Debbie did as she was asked as I kept my eyes focused on the ground in front of me. I did notice I was beginning to get stiff; being fully aware I was laying naked, exposed ass up, on the lap of a beautiful woman. Thankfully, I was still laying on the towel, so my hardening state was a secret.

Rose put the paddle down and began to apply cold cream to my welted ass. Her hand felt good, and the lotion had a satisfying effect on my pain. I did feel emasculated, being spanked in front of the Ellie and Debbie; but apparently, my punishment was over. It was not lost on me, however, that I was still under Rose's authority.

"Ooo," I let out a little yip as Rose's fingers slid firmly down the crack of my ass, intentionally dragging over my butthole.

Noticing my reaction, she continued to massage and probe; even entering a fingertip, and again eliciting a soft "uhhh" from me.

"Someone likes a little ass play," laughed Rose confidently, still provoking my butt. My shame had been elevated to new levels. I couldn't look at Ellie, that's for sure.

"Do you like this, Chrissy?" Rose inquired, teasingly.

I just exhaled as a reply.

"I asked you a question, Chrissy," admonished Rose. "Do you like this?" and she continued to ever-so-slightly stick her finger into my ass.

"Yes, mistress," I whispered.

"I don't think everyone heard you."

"Yes, mistress," I loudly responded, and I heard Debbie and Ellie laugh. "Well, maybe if you are a good girl, you'll get a treat later," and Rose removed her finger; which I admit, disappointed me.

All of this vulnerability and attention continued to have an effect on my cock; which, pushing across her legs, was a full-fledged erection screaming for assistance.

"OK, get up," Rose ordered, shattering my momentary fantasy, and she unlocked her leg grip from around me. I had to be careful, though, as I did not want my hard-on to suddenly pop into full view of everyone.

However, since my arms were still holding up my weight from the floor, and in order for me to grab my towel and keep myself covered, I would have to lift my arms, thus risking putting all of my weight on Rose, effectively crushing her.

In lieu of hurting Rose - and earning more of her wrath - I opted to awkwardly roll off her, and when my first arm left the floor, I used it to grab the towel from under me. A bungling attempt, but I would look even dumber just standing up with a boner.

It started out fine as I fell onto my side on the floor and then rolled onto my back, and while I succeeded in re-covering my naked ass, the towel got hung up and I couldn't pull it over my cock. Hence, my six inch rigid, pink dick sprung enthusiastically into view, like an overanxious dog being let outside for walk.

"Someone really likes being spanked!" exclaimed Rose, easily noticing my boner.

"Free show!" screamed Debbie, while Ellie just cringed and looked away,

I scrambled to stand, re-tying the towel around my waist, and in doing so, my hard-on was tenting the fabric. I quickly covered myself with both hands.

"Can I get my clothes back now?"I pleaded through a chorus of laughter.

"Don't you mean, 'Can I get my clothes back now, mistress'"? re-stated Rose.

I sighed in defeat. "Can I get my clothes back now, mistress?"

"Later. Maybe after dinner," answered Rose, defiantly.

Rose stood up and surveyed me standing there, holding the towel against my forbidden hard-on. "Here is how it is going to go today, Chrissy," Rose began. "We are going to go into town for lunch and shopping. You have already said you won't go with us," she reminded. "Although it would be cute with you wearing a towel.

"But, unfortunately, you don't want to come with us. So when we are gone, you will clean up this place, build a fire for our return, and then prepare us another wonderful dinner. I do have to admit, you are a great cook."

Other than not having my clothes, It was pretty clear I would do those things anyway, so I nodded my consent.

Rose retrieved her infamous black thong panties, and hung them off the edge of the mantle above the fireplace.

"I will leave these here as a reminder," Rose added, turning to look at me. "But don't touch them. And certainly do not jerk off. Understood?"

"Yes, mistress," I dutifully answered.

"Say it."

"I won't touch your panties and I won't... jerk off, mistress."

Just saying those words, and imagining what Ellie was thinking about me, was horrific. It was as if I had no privacy. Spanked and told not to jerk off. Sigh.

"I suggest we go shower and get dressed, ladies," casually assessed Rose. "Chrissy, when we are done, you can clean our bathrooms. For now, you can dust and vacuum down here. And I am sure the kitchen floor could use a good scrubbing."

I nodded, still holding my hands on the towel in front of me.

So it went. I dusted and vacuumed, polished and scrubbed, working all the while on the downstairs as the ladies took their showers and got cleaned up. I felt extremely stupid; putzing about the house in just a towel. I tried fashioning something more practical out of a sheet, but it was restrictive and dragged around my feet, and so I stayed with a towel tied at the waist.

Forty-five minutes later, the three laughing, happy women made their way down the stairs. I stood there and watched them putting on their boots and coats to go spend their day in town.

"Ladies? Shall we depart?" suggested Debbie, and they were out the door. I got a few courteous good-byes and a wink.

"I am going to throw this in the back of the car," stated Rose, grabbing the small roller suitcase from where she pulled the paddle. She shot me a knowing glance, and I felt myself recoil with apprehension.

Ellie hung back. "I'll be right out."

I stood there and looked down at the feet of my long-time friend.

"Well, Chris, I can't say I have ever seen you quite like this," grinned Ellie, giving a little head nod in the direction of my towel. Gratefully, my erection had subsided.

I looked up at Ellie. "Can you get her to stop?" I pleaded, and I was not smiling.

"Don't you mean 'can you get her to stop, mistress', replied Ellie and she broke out in a huge laugh.

I just looked at her in anguish. I wasn't amused.

"I'm kidding," she continued. "Sort of. Listen, I gotta go. Your best bet is to play this out. Rose is really pissed off at you. And rightfully so. What the hell are you thinking going through her bag? Her panties? Chris, that's just... not right."

I just looked down. "I know."

"Chris, I brought you here advertised as a safe, normal guy friend. You let me down. And you fucked with the wrong girl. Rose is more thorns than petals.

"I am just here to tell you to not fuck up any more. Just do what she says. What any of us say. Be smart," and Ellie poked her finger into my chest.

"Yes, mistress," I replied with a stupid, forced smile.

Ellie snickered at my self-deprecation, turned and walked away. Just before she left through the door, she turned and said "I always imagined you to be bigger." With a laugh, she was out the door.

Why did she have to say that? I thought.

I watched through the window as they drove away, the large SUV easily plowing through the snow, down the driveway.

To keep myself warm, I pumped up the heat in the house and sat down and rested. It had been a trying morning. Again, my eyes were drawn to those panties on the mantle. I thought of Ellie stark naked, her enchanting pussy a mere three feet from me. Rose, in those displayed panties, her perfect tits and adorable ass. I reached down, and with eyes shut, undid my towel and began to slowly play with myself. I replayed in my head Rose spanking me, toying with my butt, me bare-assed. It did not take long to get fully hard again.

I was attracted to Rose before all this happened - in the short time I knew her - but now, she was in my fantasies. Feeling my sensitivity increasing, I stopped stroking, feeling dangerously close to expelling droplets of pre-cum.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered aloud, letting go of my cock. Looking down, I thought, I'm not that small, am I? Ellie's last words stung. "All part of the game," I mumbled

I got up, re-fixed my towel, and resumed cleaning, trying not to think about Rose or Ellie or my cock or those damn panties above the fireplace. I went upstairs and cleaned all the bathrooms, which was borderline tortuous because they were all loaded with the clutter of womanly things. If anything, I wanted to do an amazing job to at least impress them. I knew I could when it came time for preparing dinner.

My day wasn't nearly as nice and carefree as yesterday. Today, I was riddled with all the thoughts of last night and this morning. I felt nervous; so much so, that no peaceful walk was even attempted. Nor could I nap; I was too pre-occupied.

The day seemed to drag on, me being so unsure of what to expect. Was I on death row? Would they be merciful and give me my clothes back? I did know that, in an odd and unsettling way, I looked forward to seeing Rose. My executioner and my desire.

They finally came home in the late afternoon. I greeted them pleasantly. A round of snickering at my still-toweled appearance, a call for drinks, and a question about dinner were the responses I received. I did notice that Rose brought the infamous roller suitcase filled with her indiscretions back into the house.

After they removed their coats, Debbie handed me a small pink and gray shopping bag, with "Danni's Boutique" in a Victorian script on one side. "We got you a present, Chrissy," sang Debbie.

I reached into the tiny bag, and wrapped in pink tissue paper were a pair of black, lace panties. As I pulled them out, the ladies all laughed.

"Now you have your own pair," explained Debbie. "You don't have to steal Rose's."

I returned a meager smile at their little joke.

"Well, try them on," stated Rose, standing with arms crossed.

I slid them over my ankles, and while keeping my towel on, pulled them up to my waist. Rose came up from behind me and pulled off the towel, exposing me in a very lacy and see-through pair of black panties.

Over Ellie's laughing, Debbie assessed my look. "I love how your ass looks in these. I am so glad we went with the largest size." Staring down at my cock, she added," Oh, look, you can see his dick! How cute!"

This felt more embarrassing then my spanking. At least these weren't a thong, but the flowered lace back - despite its full coverage - made me feel even more feminine.

"I knew we should have bought him a bra, too," pondered Debbie aloud.

"Drinks would be nice," casually offered Rose, as she retired to the living room. Debbie and Ellie followed her, leaving me in my pretty panties. I gathered myself, and made them their drinks, and served quietly. At least I have on something other than a towel, I thought, trying to make the best of a worsening situation.

"Chrissy, you're doing a helluva job," chided Debbie, looking around at the immaculate cabin and taking a large gulp of her vodka and tonic. "How about you come over and clean my house, sweetheart?"

I just timidly smiled. I was moving back to the kitchen when I heard Debbie say, "Hold on, honey." Putting her drink on the table next to her, she ordered, "Come stand over here."

I hesitated, looked at Ellie, who shrugged at me. I knew this was not going to be good. As I got closer, I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Come; stand right here," and Debbie pointed at the floor in front of her.

Heeding Ellie's words earlier about following instructions, I slowly moved right in front of Debbie, about two feet away.

Debbie leaned forward and reached for my panties. Immediately, I stepped back out of reach.

"Hey!" yelled Debbie, as if I insulted her. "Come here. I won't hurt you."

Reluctantly, I moved forward to within a few inches of her plump face. Debbie, studying my crotch, extended her arm; dragging her fingers across my stomach.

"There, there, cutie," she cooed. "You've been working so hard," she continued, talking to me like I was a simpleton.

"How's your little guy doing," she asked, still staring directly ahead at the crotch of my panties, continuing to softly caress my stomach.

I just looked down at her hand and didn't answer.

Rose, sitting across the room, motioned at me. "Answer her," she required.

"It's fine... mistress," I weakly said, and Debbie let out a huge laugh.

"Mistress! I love it!" and she gave my stomach several pats. She slid her hand down and across the front of my panties, her fingers softly feeling the fabric and my petticoated cock. The combination of the lace and Debbie's caress brought life into my penis. Without my consent, it began to grow.

"Mmmm," sighed Debbie, obviously noticing her impact on my arousal. "You really do like wearing panties, Chrissy. I can tell," and Debbie gave my package a firm squeeze.

"Let's have a look, shall we?" But it wasn't a request waiting for an answer; Debbie grabbed the top of my panties with both hands and pulled them down, catching me off guard. She yanked them to my knees, exposing my cock and balls. I went to cover myself, but she harshly knocked my hands away.

"Oh, it looks like you're enjoying the attention!" Debbie mocked. She was correct; I was well on my way to a full erection.

With her right hand, she traced a finger around my cock and balls, almost but not quite touching. Occasionally, the back of her hand would brush up against my cock, sending it into an eager quiver. I could feel Ellie's eyes behind me, staring at my bare ass, probably wishing she never brought me here.

"I think you like me," offered Debbie, as her ever-so-close teasing brought me to a full and straining hard-on.

I tried to just stare into space, not wanting any eye contact. This was supremely embarrassing; manipulated like this and being so hard, and with someone I wasn't even attracted to.

With her index finger, Debbie began tracing along the length of my shaft, over the head, and then back down along the shaft bottom. Over and over again, with a very light touch; my cock was begging in its struggle for friction.

Tapping the top of my erection, causing it bounce slightly, Debbie commented, "Must be a good five or six inches. Not bad." With one finger underneath, she pushed my hard-on up towards my stomach. "Your balls are kind of small though," and with her other hand, she grasped them lightly and gave them a soft squeeze as if she were checking the freshness of a tomato.

I let out a little gulp with my overly sensitive testicles in the hands of this woman. "Awww, Chrissy, don't be scared. Just because your life is in my hands," Debbie laughed.

"Now turn around. Show everyone how happy you are to be naked right now," ordered Debbie. I revolved to face Rose, who laughed, and Ellie, who choked on her drink.

"Don't shoot that thing at me," chastised Ellie, covering her face with her hands.

Oddly, despite my overly compromised situation and vulnerability, I wanted some sort of praise or compliment from my long-time friend. I think I was still hurting from the 'I imagined it would be bigger' comment from earlier.

I went to pull up my panties, but Debbie pushed them down to my ankles instead. "Step out of these. I think you should stay naked the rest of the day," she directed.

Instinctively, I looked at Rose, who had already assumed leadership of this coup. She was sipping her drink, legs crossed, looking at my erection. "I agree. You can stay naked. Now about that dinner..."

Things kept escalating to the next worst scenario. Now I was being denied any cover, and my hard-on was community scenery. I went to the kitchen, feeling all their eyes on my ass; their conversation drifting in behind me.

"This is such a nice day, isn't it?" observed Rose.

"Yes! It is nice to have this panty-sniffer here!" laughed Debbie.

I went about my way, silently and mindlessly preparing a large dinner salad with sliced sirloin layered on top, complete with blue cheese crumbles. My only defense was to keep myself busy. Along the way, my erection, thankfully, receded; although I was always aware that I was fully nude in the company of women.

After the success of dinner, which was taxing for me sitting and eating completely naked, they retired to the living room. I began to occupy myself with the dishes, glad the evening was well upon us and the night was ending. I now couldn't wait for tomorrow when we left, and this embarrassment would be over. The girls had their fun, and I could get back to normal. Once back home, while I would still see Ellie, I doubted that Debbie or Rose would ever cross paths with me, and I was fine with that. I wouldn't need to be reminded of this sordid and demeaning weekend.

"Chrissy, pour us some more wine, will you," called out Rose from the living room. Ah, Rose, I thought upon hearing her voice. You intrigue me. Despite you hating me, I think my crush on you has increased. I opened a new bottle of wine, and made my way out to the living room, refilling each of their glasses.

"You know," mused Rose, "You still need to pay the price for forfeiting the strip poker game."

What the fuck, I thought. Didn't I get spanked? Didn't you make me wear panties? Didn't Debbie just humiliate me? Aren't I stark naked right now? But I didn't dare speak. Recalling Ellie's words of advice, I kept quiet.

"Remember what was going to happen to Ellie if she lost once again?" Rose asked rhetorically. "She was going to make a naked snow angel. And I think that is the penalty Chrissy must pay."

Debbie clapped. "That's awesome! Come on! Let's get our coats on! Except for you, Chrissy."

I stood there, watching them all pull on their coats, shoes, hats and gloves. I remained fully nude, limp and about to freeze my nuts off.

Debbie opened the back slider, and stepped onto the snow-covered deck. The backyard had a clearing before it turned into a thicket of woods. "There's a perfect spot down there," and Debbie pointed to an area adjacent to the deck, next to a metal pole serving as one end to a clothes line.

Ellie and Rose joined her outside before I delicately stepped into the snow. My bare feet seemed to burn in the icy cold. Thankfully, there was no wind, but the air temperature was well below freezing.

I quickly made it past the girls, as I needed to get this over with as fast as I could. They followed me giggling off the deck into the backyard.

"Make us a snow angel," ordered Rose.

I lowered myself into the snow, the freezing cold sending sharp messages up through my balls. I quickly laid back and immediately began moving my arms and legs rapidly to make the angel wings, as well as to keep my blood flowing. The snow fell on top of me as I sank into its fluffy depths. After a few swipes of my arms and legs, I tried to get up, but my effort was interrupted as Debbie grabbed underneath my arms. I was assuming she was helping me to my feet.

However, I assumed wrong. As Debbie took hold of my upper body, she yelled "pick him up," whereas Rose and Ellie each grabbed a leg. Their effort was clearly pre-planned and my helplessness intensified.

Together, the three women lifted me out of the snow, and dragged me roughly towards the metal clothes line pole. Positioning a leg on either side of the pole, Debbie moved forward, and Ellie and Rose stepped back, until I straddled the pole, with my cock and balls slamming into the icy casing.

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed, breaking the silence of the winter night. They kept repeating the same movement over and over, crunching my nuts against the pole. All of them seemed to find joy - even Ellie - in crushing a man's testicles.

They were in such hysterics as I lay screaming in displeasure and pleading for mercy that they could't hold me any longer, and dropped me back into the snow. Holding my balls with one hand, I pushed myself up. I felt tears freezing on my frigid face.

"Look how red his ass is!" yelped Debbie in delight.

I raced up to the door, shivering and cupping my frosty balls.

I dashed inside the warm house and they followed close behind, still laughing. As they got their coats off, I ran to the fireplace, still clutching my swollen and bright red scrotum. My dick was so small from the cold at this point that I was embarrassed to let them see it. Nonsensically, I wished I were hard again.

"Go get a towel and dry yourself off. And then mop up all this snow and water," instructed Rose, pointing at the trail of melted snow I left in my wake.

As I did exactly as Rose demanded, she said to me, "You know, Chrissy, men pay me to do this to them. And you're getting it for free. Be thankful."

The ladies went back to their chairs and wine, and they openly discussed my character flaws. Even Ellie was being chastised for vouching for her male friend, who was supposedly 'harmless'. I felt bad for Ellie; I let her down.

As stood in front of the fireplace, trying to rapidly regain my body heat, my ass facing them, I heard Rose remark "you liked it when I played with your ass before, didn't you? With my finger."

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so I turned to her and smiled tepidly.

Rose, obviously more drunk than sober, continued unfettered. "You have been such a good girl, Chrissy. I think you deserve a reward."

My heart jumped. My first juvenile thought I was going to get some sort of ejaculatory release. However, common sense told me to be fearful.

Rose put down her wine, and walked over to her suitcase; the one that housed the wooden paddle.

"Go get a clean dinner plate from the kitchen, Chrissy." I did as she requested, still shivering, and handed it to her.

"Now, go kneel on the floor. Right there. On your hands and knees."

I went to the middle of the living room, in the center of the chairs and the sofa where the ladies were reclining, and got on my hands and knees. I felt very foolish; almost dog like.

"Turn the other way," Rose instructed, and so I positioned myself so Rose was behind me, and my face was now visible to both Ellie and Debbie. I looked down at the floor so I didn't have to see them watch me.

I heard the suitcase unzip and Rose rustling about its contents. All of a sudden, I heard a loud gasp from Ellie and a louder guffaw from Debbie. I could hear something happening behind me, but I didn't dare turn around. Next thing I knew, there was clapping and a "ta-da!" from Rose.

Rose circled in front of me. I looked up, and she had on a a strap-on harness over her jeans, with an 8" black dildo sticking out of it. I instantly forgot how to breathe.

She slid the dinner plate under me, directly below my dangling cock. "Just in case you make a mess."

Finally, Ellie spoke up in my defense - sort of. "Rose... oh my God.. you have got to be kidding!"

Rose just laughed and my fate was sealed.

Rose lowered herself on her haunches in front of me, lifted my face up with her fingers, and looked me in the eyes, her dildo suspended just below my chin. "Now, Chrissy, just relax. This may feel strange at first, but trust me, it's my gift to you. All my boys love this." She paused, looked at me quizzically, and asked, "Unless you have done this before?"

"No... mistress," I replied.

She nodded, almost sympathetically. "You can thank me later."

She moved to behind me and I felt the chill of lubricant sliding down the crack of my ass. Rose's fingers massaged the oil into me, the tips of her fingers ever-so-lightly making an entry. I let out desperate and short breaths. I wasn't sure if it were pain or pleasure; all I know is the anticipation was brutal.

"I think you'll really enjoy this," gently whispered Rose. I closed my eyes; I couldn't bear to see Ellie observing me in this condition.

Rose put down the bottle of lube and got behind me. I felt the tip of the dildo tease me.

"Relax, Chrissy," purred Rose. "Don't be so tense. Just accept it."

With that, she placed one hand on my shoulder, and pulled me back. Suddenly, I felt a surge within and I let out a loud "ohhhhhh!" as she got the bulk of the dildo inside me.

"There, there," she continued, almost motherly. "That's not so bad, is it now?"

I couldn't even fathom an answer, as Rose began sliding back and forth, deeper into my ass, until the entire dildo fit inside me. Weakening, I dropped from my hands onto my elbows.

"Mmmmmm, good girl," continued Rose. "This is how all good girls take it.

"And you are a good girl. You clean house wonderfully, and you're a darling cook." Rose continued thrusting, talking as if this were the most natural thing in the world. "And you love panties, and now you even have your very own pair. And here we are, you taking it doggy style. Yes, you like being a girl."

It was hard to understand the feeling. Physically, it felt both foreign and traditional, painful yet pleasing. Mentally, it was as if Rose owned me, especially as she spoke to me. It was comforting, but at the same time demanding. So here I was, getting pegged for the first time by a woman half my size and on display for others, and I was devolving into jelly.

Rapidly, sensations began to build up inside me. Was I going to... urinate all over the floor? I looked back at my cock, and it was limp and swaying freely to the rhythm of Rose's plunging into my ass. It felt like my cock should be hard. What the hell is happening?

With each push, I felt the tingling grow; and soon, I could not get enough. With my right arm, I reached back to grab Rose's ass as if to push her deeper into me.

"Ha!" exclaimed Rose, obviously quite pleased with my submissive reaction. "You want it harder?"

Soon, Rose was really pounding me; I felt her whole body mightily slam into my ass. I could not stay on my elbows any longer, and soon dropped to my chest while still on my knees, throwing my hands out in front of me, ass in the air. Rose was fucking me recklessly and I couldn't get enough.

With my face pressing against the floor, I cracked open my eyes only to see Ellie gawking at me, wine glass in hand, her face contorted in wonder and surprise.

I noticed something expelling from my cock. It felt good, yet unfulfilling. I was being drained. My semen milked from me, without the friction and dramatic climax. My cock seemed to tremble pathetically, a far cry from its rigid power of an erection.

"Aw, look; Chrissy, making a mess on the plate." Then almost clinically, she added "See that ladies? How to make a man cum without touching his cock."

It was a peculiar thrill of being fucked in the ass, totally under the control and spell of this woman, and embarrassingly dripping cum out of a soft, droopy penis. There was no satisfaction. Just humiliation; and oddly, I wasn't resisting.

Rose stopped abruptly and pulled out, eliciting an almost dejected "ohhhh," from me. I kept myself on my knees so I didn't fall onto the plate below me, the one now filled with the spoils of my sad ejaculation. I raised myself onto my hands, panting, just like the tired dog that I was.

Rose removed the plate from beneath my torso and placed it front of me. "Lick up your mess," she ordered.

I looked up at her in disbelief, thinking she must be kidding. But the stern look upon her face, amplified by the dildo swinging from her harness, told me she wasn't.

To encourage me, she placed her foot on the back of my head and pushed my face down towards the plate. I was truly meeting Mistress Raven of Poughkeepsie.

I ceased resistance and began lapping up my own cum, as I heard Ellie gag. Each lick, I held my breath, but I could not escape the fact that I was devouring my own load.

Even after I thought I got all of it, Rose picked up the plate, held it front of my face and told me to keep licking, my head raised and obedient.

"Get up," ordered Rose, and as I did, she handed me the plate. "Put this in the sink, and wash it later."

I took the plate and went into the kitchen, ashamed at the show I just put on. How could I ever look Ellie in the face again?

When I came back into the living room, Debbie announced, "I'd like to borrow Chrissy for a while." Rose nodded and Ellie just looked away and sipped her wine.

"Come on, sweetie." Debbie said. "That was hot. Now I'm all worked up."

Debbie grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. Still naked, drained, and mentally exhausted, I followed behind her.

She brought me into her bedroom. "Lay down on the bed, on your back."

Was she going to fuck me? I couldn't get hard; not after that, and certainly not with Debbie who was simply not my type.

Debbie undressed and I saw her impressive breasts drop into view and she pulled off her leggings, exposing her plump, round ass. She was going to be severely disappointed as I knew I could not get hard.

But she didn't want to fuck me. Instead she straddled my chest on her knees before moving her generous thighs on either side of my head, lowering her wet, shaved pussy down onto my face. At first, I felt I was going to suffocate; she must have weighed as much as I did. I pushed up on her ass to relieve some of the pressure, but she began rocking across my face, back and forth.

"Lick me! Lick me now!" she demanded, grabbing the headboard for stability.

Debbie was getting into a hard and fast rhythm, rubbing her soaked pussy up and down my face; I began to throttle my tongue upon her, nipping at the clit and delivering her into moans of pleasure.

She was relentless; I thought my nose was going to break. "Oh... keep going... right there... right there..." she muttered breathlessly. "Oh, there's another one... keep going... this is gonna be a big one... don't stop... don't you fucking stop."

Totally pinned under her weight, she used my face as her toy, achieving orgasm after orgasm. Occasionally, she would pause and command me to nibble on her clit before she resumed bucking back and forth across my soiled face.

All of a sudden, she hauled herself off of me and turned around, so she was facing my feet. Settling back down upon me, she moved herself so her ass was now pressing onto my face.

"Lick my ass!" she ordered.

As her pussy slid down, she angled her butthole across my mouth, and I began to insert my tongue, which generated little moans of glee. Back and forth she alternated, sliding her pussy and then her ass over my face and my tongue, in long, repeated sweeps.

Then I felt her grab my cock; which to my disbelief, was erect and alert. I couldn't fathom how this made me hard, and now I was wishing she would go down on me, or a hand job, or heaven forbid; even fuck me.

But she didn't. She just clenched onto my hard-on, as if it were a bull rope, and she was holding on for dear life. Throbs of pain engulfed my member as she grasped it tighter, and I was beginning to worry she might tear it off.

Finally, after what had to be twenty minutes of almost non-stop face riding, Debbie slid off me exhausted, collapsing onto her back. I gasped for air, my face covered in her wetness.

Debbie rolled onto her side, wrapped her arms around me, and planted a huge kiss on my lips, undeterred by her own juices.

"You'll be spending the night with me, Chrissy. Sweet dreams." She spooned behind me, reaching over my hip and grabbing my still hard and unsatisfied cock. I started to thrust in her hand, but she didn't comply. Instead, she gave my balls a slap and said "go to sleep."

There I lay, snared in her embrace; neutered of all masculinity. Sleep could not come soon enough.

When I woke up the next morning, Debbie was already out of bed. I washed my face an extraordinary number of times and slunk downstairs. The ladies were all chatting, having their coffee. Still naked, I entered the kitchen to much laughter and joking about my experiences yesterday and last night.

"Your clothes are on the chair, Chrissy," pointed Rose.

Debbie gave my ass a rub. "Thanks for the ride last night. I was just telling them what a nice tongue you have. I needed that."

I forced a smile and looked at Ellie, who could only shudder at my plight.

I felt dirty, and grabbed my clothes and scurried back up the stairs. I needed to shower desperately. I knew I could wash away the physical remnants; but as for the memories, nothing could remove those stains.

After I cleaned up and got dressed, I packed my things and went downstairs. The ladies were all doing the same in their rooms, and I went to do a final cleaning of the kitchen. The plate - the one I licked - sat there on the counter, mocking me.

The girls came downstairs with their luggage, and soon we were making trips to the SUV to pack it up.

Ellie and Debbie were outside and I found myself alone with Rose in the living room.

"Don't forget your panties," Rose announced, picking them up off the floor and handing them to me, which I hastily shoved into my coat pocket.

"I can't forget mine, either," Rose added, smiling at me, as she pulled her panties off the mantle. I could only smile back, and silently wish she would give them to me as a souvenir.

As we were just about to leave the house and lock up, I turned to Rose.

"Excuse me," I said, softly.

"Yes?" she replied, adjusting her knit hat.

"Um, could I... could I see you again?" I asked, unsteady.

Rose grinned, looked at me, and reached into her bag. After fumbling about a bit, she pulled out a business card.

"Call me when you're ready. We can discuss rates. I warn you, though; I'm not cheap."

I nodded in silent agreement, looking out the window at her new SUV.

"And to be clear," she added. "You will never fuck me. But I will own you, and you will do whatever I say. Understood?"

I nodded again. "Yes... Mistress Raven."

With that, she dropped her bag at my feet and walked out the door. As I grabbed it to carry to the SUV, I couldn't wait to get home to call her.