Heavy Traffic 1-2

[serveHER]

Heavy Traffic
by peter
Part 1
His wrists ached a bit. She knew what she was
doing. He couldn't have freed himself from the bonds holding his hands behind his
back even if he'd wanted to. The woman told him to stay where he was as she
returned to her car and leaned back against the driver's door with her arms
folded across her chest. The three girls who'd been in the car with her were now
perched side-by-side on the front fender. They were all looking at him. He'd
never felt so vulnerable, so exposed.
The breeze kicked up a bit and he shivered. The weather was a bit too chilly
to be standing there naked at the far edge of the shopping mall's big parking lot.
He heard cars whizzing passed behind him. One of the city's busiest streets was
only a few feet away, but the designer of the mall had mercifully put hedges and
trees along the periphery of the parking lot, which blocked the view of the
passing motorists.
"Come closer," ordered the woman from where she stood with her back
against her car. "We want to get a better look at you."
He hesitated for a moment. The idea of running flashed through his mind, but
he instantly rejected it. The woman had taken his car keys, and he was
completely nude with his hands securely tied. Running under those
circumstances would only have made his predicament worse. Slowly, he moved
toward the car that had been parked so that it obstructed the view of shoppers in
the parking lot.
"Come on," the woman said impatiently. "Come stand right here in front of
us." When he'd approached to within five or six feet, she raised her hand. "That's
good enough."
They all stared at him silently for several seconds. He guessed that the
woman giving the orders was in her early 30's, which was clearly older than the
others, who were really only girls. None of them were more than 19 or 20, but
they were all knock-outs. In contrast to the woman's knowing smirk, the girls
each had a look of utter astonishment on their faces. Even though he was
frightened, he felt a tingling in his groin as their eyes unabashedly roamed his
naked body.
In unison, they all began to giggle. "I've seen my share of dicks," the older
woman laughed. "Some of them weren't very big, but that's the most pathetic
excuse for a cock I've ever seen." This brought loud peals of laughter from the
girls.
"It's so tiny," said one of the girls.
"And look," giggled another, pointing at his crotch, "It doesn't have any hair
on it."
It was true. He'd carefully shaved all his pubic hair before leaving the house.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that anyone would see him without
his clothes.
"Why do you shave off your hair?" one of the girls asked.
He had no idea how to answer the question. It'd been an impulse, something
that excited him, but it was totally inexplicable to this girl. Somehow, her
question made him feel even more naked.
"The way he's hung," the woman said, "if he had any hair, you wouldn't be
able to see his dick at all." They all laughed. "How big does it get when it's hard?"
she asked.
He lowered his head and answered, but the words came out in a hoarse
whisper.
"Speak up," she snapped. "I want to know how big that little thing gets when
it's hard."
He cleared his throat but couldn't bare to raise his head and look at the
women. "It is hard," he said loud enough for them to hear.
"You've got to be kidding," the woman said after a brief pause. "You mean to
tell me that that's as big as it gets? Come over here to me. Right here in front of
me."
Timidly he approached the woman until he was only inches away. He stood
motionless as she reached out and began to squeeze his penis with her fingers.
"My God," she said incredulously. "It is hard! Hard as a little rock. This is
absolutely the tiniest little dick I've ever seen in my life." She gripped his penis in
her hand and used it to tug him in the direction of the three girls sitting on the
car's hood. "Here," she said to them. "Feel it for yourselves. You'll probably
never see another one this small."
The girls stared at his penis and giggled nervously.
"Go ahead," the lady encouraged them. "It's okay. I tied him tight. He can't
do anything."
She released his penis and left him standing before the girls, who exchanged
furtive glances. Leaning forward, they shyly began to touch him. Their cool hands
probed his penis and balls. "Ooh," one of them said as she gently caressed his
balls and the area where his pubic hair had been. "Feel how smooth and soft he
is."
"Careful, girls," the older woman said as she rummaged through her purse.
"He looks like he's really enjoying that. We don't want him to cum and spoil our
fun. Not before I get a chance to teach you something about men and what
they're really like." She withdrew a length of twine from her purse. "Here's what I
was looking for. It's just the thing. Come here, boy."
He moved obediently from the girls to stand in front of the woman. She set
her purse aside and began to unsnarl the length of string. "Since your little
pecker reminds me of a little boy's, I've decided that's just what we're going to
call you—little boy. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he responded.
"Good," she said as she grasped his penis and tugged him closer. "And
you're to address me as Mommy. You'll say, 'yes, Mommy' and 'no, Mommy'
when you answer me. Is that clear?"
"Yes...Mommy," he answered awkwardly. The girls giggled.
She began to tie the end of the string around his penis. "And you'll address
these ladies as Ma'am. 'Yes, Ma'am' and 'no, Ma'am.' Do you understand?" Her
fingers deftly tied a loop of the string around the shaft of his penis, just below the
head.
"Yes, Mommy," he said, wincing as she pulled the string painfully tight and
tied a knot.
"There now," she said, pleased with her work. "Mommy has a way to control
her little boy. Pay attention, girls." The lady grasped the free end of the string
and began to slowly pull it upwards. The slack played out, but she continued to
pull. "Up on your tiptoes for Mommy."
He had no choice but to obey. He rose on his toes as high as he could. She
kept pulling upwards on the string until his penis was stretched considerably.
"Stay up on those tiptoes," she smiled. "Mommy's going to take her little boy for
a walk." Keeping enough tension on the string to cause him a slight but steady
pain, the woman began to walk. As long as he stayed on his toes and kept up with
her, the pain in his penis was bearable. It was awkward to walk on his toes with
his arms bound behind his back, but the pain he felt whenever he fell too far
behind quickly convinced him to try harder.
The lady led him slowly in a broad circle around the portion of the parking lot
enclosed by her car. The girls laughed and clapped with delight. "Look how that's
pulling his penis," one of them observed as he was marched near them. "Doesn't
that hurt him?"
"Well, little boy?" the lady said, stopping in front of the three young women.
"Answer the lady. Does it hurt when Mommy leads you around by your little
peter?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied to the girl.
"But there's something you don't know," the woman explained to the girls.
"My little boy likes for Mommy to hurt his little peter. Don't you, little boy?"
"Yes, Mommy" he answered in a whisper.
"Louder," she ordered, tugging on the string.
"Yes, Mommy," he said.
"I want you to look at these ladies and say, 'I like for Mommy to hurt my little
peter.' Go on."
He looked at the girls. Their faces were flushed with excitement and
amusement. "I like Mommy to hurt my little peter," he said to them. The girls
erupted in laughter.
The woman gently tugged the string and said, "Now, we're going to tell them
what you said to me when you pulled up next to us in your car at that stop light.
Tell these ladies what you said to Mommy."
He thought for a moment, trying to remember his words. It seemed like
years ago instead of only a few minutes. He remembered stopping at the light
and looking at the car next to him. This beautiful woman and her three pretty
young companions had been waiting for the light, their windows open. When the
woman had looked in his direction and smiled, something inside him seemed to
break. He hadn't consciously meant to say what he did, he couldn't help it. He
remembered the words now.
"I told Mommy that I wanted to be her slave and obey her every command,"
he said to the girls.
"That's right," the woman said, again tugging gently on the line. "And what
else did you say?"
"I said that if I was a good slave, that I'd like to be allowed to kiss and lick
Mommy's feet and suck on her toes." The girls broke up at this revelation,
elbowing each other.
"Very good, little boy," the woman said. "So you like Mommy's feet, do you?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"I'll bet you'd really like to look at my feet, wouldn't you? You'd like me to
take my shoes off."
"Yes, Mommy."
"Ask Mommy nicely, and maybe she'll let you."
"Please, Mommy, let me look at your feet," he asked.
"No, no," the woman said as she released the string attached to his
throbbing penis and let the free end fall to the ground. "Get down on your knees
and ask me. That way, I'll know you really mean it."
His face reddened with shame. His ears rang with the girls' derisive laughter.
Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees. "Please, Mommy. Please let me see your
feet. Please, take of your shoes and let me look at your feet."
"Are you paying attention, girls?" she said as she kicked off her shoes and
stood barefoot in front of the kneeling figure. She was in complete control, like a
lioness teaching her cubs to hunt. Wiggling her toes, she asked, "So, do you like
Mommy's feet? Do you think they're pretty?"
His eyes were glued to her feet. They were indeed beautiful: high, sculptured
arches and delicate, slender toes that had been carefully pedicured. "Yes,
Mommy."
"Oh, that won't do at all. If you don't tell me how pretty my feet are, I'll just
have to put my shoes back on," the woman threatened as she retrieved one of
her shoes.
"No, Mommy, please," he answered quickly. "Mommy's feet are so beautiful,
they take my breath away."
"That's better," she said, dropping the shoe. "I'll bet you'd love nothing
better than crawl over here and kiss my feet right now. Isn't that true, little boy?"
"Oh, yes, Mommy."
"No, stupid, I want to hear you beg."
"Please, Mommy, let me kiss your pretty feet. Please."
"I'll consider it," she laughed. "But only if you're Mommy's good, obedient
little boy. If I let you kiss my feet, it'll be a reward. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mommy," he answered. "I'll be your good little boy. I'll do anything you
want."
"Good," she said and walked to were the girls sat on the fender of her car.
She whispered something to them which caused their eyes to open wide with
amazement.
"Are you serious?" one girl asked. "Won't you get arrested or something?"
The lady's reply was whispered conspiratorially so that only the girls could
hear. They were all laughing when the lady again turned her attention to the
kneeling man. "Get on your feet, boy, and come here to me," she ordered.
With some effort, he managed to rise without falling. As he stood before her,
she again grasped the free end of the string and pulled upwards. He rose up on
his tiptoes without a word.
"I've decided that we have a real opportunity here. It's not everyday that we
get to see a little peter as tiny as yours. It's given my friends and me a real
laugh. So, I think the rest of the world would enjoy taking a look, too." She began
to lead him by the string away from the car. The girls quickly jumped to the
ground and began to follow.
As they walked toward the hedges that bordered the parking lot, the lady
continued, "That's why Mommy's going to take her little boy for a walk down the
street. That way everybody can see how tiny his little peter is."
Her words sent shafts of fear through his heart. He stopped abruptly,
causing the string to pull cruelly on his penis. "Please, Mommy. Please don't. You
can't take me out on the street like this. Please."
The lady stopped and turned to face him. "I thought you were going to be
Mommy's good little boy and do whatever I wanted?"
"I am...I mean, I do. But..."
"No buts," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "You're going to do what I
tell you, or you can forget about a reward from me."
His eyes instinctively darted to her bare feet.
"Well," she demanded. "What's it going to be?"
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her perfect feet. "I'll do whatever you
want."
"I thought so," she smiled and resumed leading him by the string tied to his
penis. With the girls following and giggling excitedly, they reached the hedge row
that separated the parking lot from the busy street. The lady found a passable
gap in the bushes, but she stopped and turned to him before venturing through.
"Now, I'm going to take you out onto the street, and you'd better obey me.
You'd better be Mommy's good little boy and make me proud of you. Otherwise
you might not like what'll happen. How'd you like it if we just left you here like
this with no car, no clothes or ID?"
"I'll be good, Mommy. I promise," he said sincerely.
"I want you to convince me. Ask me to take you out on that street and show
everyone how tiny your little peter is."
"Please, Mommy. Take me out on the street and let everyone look at me.
Show them how tiny my little peter is. Please. I want you to."
"Okay, here we go," she said, tugging hard on his string. "Stay up nice and
high on your tiptoes." She led him through the gap in the shrubs and onto the
sidewalk on the other side.
There were no pedestrians in sight on the sidewalk, but the street was filled
with cars. She could hardly have picked a busier time than mid-afternoon on a
Saturday. Outside the cloistered environment of the parking lot, there was a
persistent breeze that was icy against his bare skin. He shivered, as much from
fear as from the chill. The lady began to stroll casually along the sidewalk in the
direction of the nearby intersection. The only evidence that she knew he was in
tow was the steady tension she kept on the twine attached to his painfully
stretched penis.
Cars whizzed passed, but he couldn't bring himself to look at them. He knew
they were seeing him, though. Several times, passing cars blew their horns loud
and long as they flew by. The stop light at the intersection turned red, and
suddenly the scenario changed drastically. Cars began stopping for the light,
backing up in ranks deeper and deeper until he was being led passed the waiting
cars. They were only a few feet away. The lady turned to face him but continued
to walk backwards. She maintained the tension on his string, tugging him along
behind her.
She had a cruel, excited look on her face. "Look at the people in the cars,
little boy," she commanded. "Look at them."
He did. It was worse than he'd imagined. Faces pressed incredulously
against every window in dozens of waiting cars. They were all looking at him.
They pointed and stared and laughed.
"Can you see them looking at you, boy?" the lady asked.
"Yes, Mommy."
"Can you see them laughing at you?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"How does that make you feel? Are you embarrassed?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Ooh, I like to see them laughing at you. You like it too, don't you. You like it
when Mommy humiliates you."
He couldn't make the words come out. He just nodded his head in
agreement.
After what seemed like an eternity, the light turned green, and the clot of
cars began pulling away. A few lingered, their occupants staring open-mouthed
at him, until horns from the cars behind urged them on. The last of the cars began
to roll away. He'd have slumped with relief if it hadn't been for the ever present
bite of the taught string cutting into his penis. The lady guided him in a slow U-
turn on the sidewalk and began strolling back to where the girls were waiting and
watching at the point where they'd entered the street.
"Wow," one of the girls said. "I thought you were going to cause a wreck for
a minute there."
"It was amazing," the lady said. "Everyone was pointing and laughing. I
loved it. So did my little boy. Didn't you?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Tell my friends what you said to Mommy while we were walking."
He glanced at the girls, lowered his eyes and said, "I like for Mommy to
humiliate me in front of everyone."
"He really does like being treated like this, doesn't he?" one of the girls
asked.
"He fucking loves it," the lady answered. "You can't believe how much fun it
is to lead him around like that. As a matter of fact, you should see how it feels.
Here," she said, handing the string to the girl. "Take him for a little stroll."
"Are you sure?" she asked uncertainly. "What do I do?"
"Just pull up on that string until he's on his toes," the woman explained. "And
keep it nice and tight so he stays that way. Then just go wherever you want. He'll
keep up with you. What choice does he have?"
"Okay. Cool," the girl giggled. She yanked hard on the string, almost pulling
him off his feet, and began to walk away from the others. "Come on, little boy.
Follow me."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, following her. She led him in the opposite direction
from that taken by the lady. He was relieved that he wouldn't be paraded passed
the waiting cars again. Even though the girl was much younger than the lady, her
long legs made her inches taller. Her pace was considerably faster. He struggled
to keep up. More than once, he fell slightly behind and almost cried out at the
pain it produced in his tortured penis.
After they'd walked several yards away from the others, the girl announced
that it was time to go back. She turned him around for the return journey, and
said as she looked back over her shoulder, "Come on, now. I want you to run
back." Before he could object, she began to jog. The jolt of the string brought
tears to his eyes and nearly pulled him off his feet. He recovered just in time and
began to jog after the young girl, but because he was forced to stay on his toes,
it was impossible to coordinate his pace with hers. At regular intervals, no matter
how hard he tried, the string bit into his penis viciously.
He was slightly out of breath and trembling from the strain when they
reached the others.
"Very good, dear," the older woman said. "I liked the way you made him run.
You're starting to understand how men should be treated, aren't you?"
"Yes," the girl answered excitedly as she returned the string to the lady. "It
was a blast. I knew it was hurting him, and that made me enjoy it even more.
Thanks for letting me take him."
One of the cars hurtling passed honked its horn, making them all jump.
"Please, Mommy," the man whined, "Can't we go back to the parking lot now. I've
been a good boy, haven't I?"
The lady's eyes flashed angrily. "We'll go back when I say it's time. Your job
is to do what I fucking tell you to do. Otherwise you're to keep your mouth shut.
Is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes, Mommy," he said contritely. "I'm sorry."
"Quiet," she snapped, still angry. "I don't think you've learned your place
yet. Probably because not enough people have gotten to laugh at you. I know
how to fix that, though." Pulling up hard on his string, the lady said to the girls,
"Wait here for me. I'm taking him out in the middle of the street."
After checking quickly for oncoming cars, the lady almost dragged him by his
penis as she abruptly marched off the curb into the street. He stumbled along
behind her, his heart pumping so hard he could hear it in his ears. The street was
broad, three lanes in each direction separated by a brightly painted yellow
median. The lady marched him purposefully across the roadway but stopped
before reaching the median.
"Don't you ever embarrass me like that again, you little worm," she turned
and spat him. "Especially not in front of those girls. I think I'll just leave you here
like this and go home."
"No, please, Mommy. I'm...."
"Get down on your knees, right here in the middle of the street, and beg my
forgiveness," she said as two cars zoomed by next to them.
He immediately dropped to his knees. "Please, please, Mommy. I'm sorry I
spoke out of turn. I want to do what you say. I want to please you. Please don't
leave me here. I'll be better. I'll be your good little boy."
A car approached them slowly. It was in the lane where he was kneeling, but
the driver had clearly seen them. He turned his head to look at the approaching
vehicle, but was cut short as the woman kicked him in the groin.
"You look at me unless I tell you otherwise," she said as he struggled to
regain his composure. The kick had not been very hard or well aimed. He was
more startled than incapacitated.
"Yes, Mommy," he said as the car stopped a few feet away.
"Now," she resumed, "I'm not going to say this again. Unless you shape up
and act the way you're supposed to, I'm just going to leave—and take your car
and clothes with me. No more warnings, no argument. Understood?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Good," she said, retrieving the free end of his string. "Two ladies have
pulled up and are watching us. I'm going to walk you over to their car and let
them have a good look at you. You're going to make Mommy proud, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mommy," he said as he rose to his feet.
The lady again forced him to his toes by means of the twine. She led him in
the direction of the small import that was idling nearby. He could clearly see the
two women inside watching through their windshield. She maneuvered him to the
passenger side of the car, stopping only when he was a foot from the open
window.
"Up nice and high now. Let this nice lady have a good look at you," the
woman leading him said as she pulled even harder. He raised himself to limit he
could reach on his toes, but the string still bit painfully into the flesh of his penis.
"Tell the lady why you've been brought out here."
The pretty brunette occupant of the car didn't seem shocked in the least by
the situation. If anything, she looked bored. Staring into her eyes, he said,
"Mommy brought me out here so everyone could see how tiny my little peter is."
The brunette's eyes ran down his body to his cruelly stretched penis. "You're
pathetic," she said disdainfully and turned her head. She stared through the
windshield, ignoring him.
The car's driver was trying to peer around her friend. "I can't see," she said
in exasperation.
"No problem," the lady smiled. She tugged on the string and led him slowly
around the front of the car. She was enjoying this display of control. "Stay nice
and high for Mommy," she said as she guided him to the driver's window. "Make
Mommy proud."
The driver was a stunning blonde of perhaps thirty-five. She was wearing a
knowing grin as the lady put him on display. "Go on," the lady prompted. "Tell her
why you've been brought out here like this."
"Mommy brought me here to let everyone see how small my little peter is,"
he said.
"Well," the driver laughed, looking at his penis, "it certainly is a tiny little
thing. And your Mommy has you all nice and shaved, too."
"The funniest thing is that it's actually hard," the lady added.
"No, the driver said, astonished. "You're joking."
"I couldn't believe it either. But it really is hard. It doesn't get any bigger
than what you see. Go ahead, feel it if you want."
The driver reached across the sill of her open window and daintily pinched his
penis between here elegantly manicured fingers. "Oh, my God," she exclaimed.
She turned her head slightly and said over her shoulder to her friend as she
continued to pinch and squeeze his penis, "Cathy, she's not joking. His itty-bitty
little cock is actually hard."
"He's disgusting," the passenger said matter-of-factly.
"What were you doing when we pulled up?" the pretty driver asked the lady.
"It looked like you were scolding him."
"That's exactly what I was doing," the lady said. "He hasn't been very
obedient. I warned him that I was going to leave him here if he didn't act like
Mommy's good little boy."
"Did you give him a spanking?" the driver asked.
"No," the lady gasped. "I don't know why I didn't think of that. That's exactly
what should happen to bad little boys, though, isn't it?"
"Sure is," the driver agreed. "A good hard spanking's probably just what he
needs."
"Since you thought of it, would you like to do the honors?" the lady asked.
The driver glanced quickly in her rear-view mirror, then at her friend. "I'd
love to," she said. "Turn him around for me."
The lady hesitated a moment. "You see those three girls on the sidewalk
over there?" she said, pointing to the young girls.
"Um hum," the driver said.
"They're with me. I'm trying to show them how men should to be treated.
Why don't you get out of your car and do it so they can see? In fact," she said
looking around, "let's taken him up on the median and give him a good, hard
spanking where everyone can watch."
"I like it," the driver said. "You go ahead and take him where you want him.
I'll be right behind you. I want to get something from the back seat."

The lady led him across the remaining few yards of roadway and onto the
median that divided the street. "I'm expecting you to take your punishment like
my good little boy," she said as she guided him to a spot where they could be
seen easily by motorists driving by in either direction. She waved to the girls
watching from across the street on the sidewalk. They returned her wave
excitedly as the driver approached them.
"Look what I've got," she said as she stepped up onto the median. She held a
thick, black leather belt in her right hand and was rhythmically slapping it into the
open palm of her other hand. "Just the thing for bad little boys," she said as she
looked into his eyes and teasingly caressed his cheek with her cool fingertips.
"Perfect," the lady said. "How do you want him?"
"Just like you've got him is fine," she said. "I love the way you control him
with that string. Keep him up on his toes. It'll make his butt nice and tight—and
make it sting more." She took up a position behind him and ran her finger gently
down his spine and across his buttocks. An involuntary shiver wracked his body.
"Are you sure you don't want to do the spanking? He's your little boy, after all. I'll
hold him if you'd rather."
"No," the lady said. "You go ahead. I may take a turn later, but I want to look
in his eyes while you beat him. I want to see the pain in his eyes. Just one thing,
though."
"What's that?" the driver asked.
"Don't hold back. I want you to beat him hard."
A short, deep laugh emerged from the driver's throat. "That will definitely not
be a problem. Oh, by the way," she added, "my name is Tess. That's my friend
Cathy pouting in the car over there."
"Nice to meet you, Tess," the lady smiled. "I'm Michelle." The lady—
Michelle—turned her attention to the man. "It's time for your spanking now, little
boy. You need to be taught a lesson and Tess and I are going to see that you get
it. Unless she tells you different, you'll refer to her as Mistress Tess.
Understand?"
He nodded, unsure how his mounting fear and excitement would effect his
voice.
"Good," Michelle continued. "I think twenty is a good number. You've pissed
me off at least twice now. What do you think, Tess?"
"Sounds about right to me."
"Twenty it is then," the lady said. "You're to count each stroke for us, nice
and loud."
"Yes, Mommy," he said when Michelle paused for an answer.
"One more thing," she said, raising his chin with her fingers. "I want you to
look right in my eyes while Mistress Tess spanks you. I want to see what you're
feeling."
"Yes, Mommy."
A gust of chill air made goose bumps on his taught backside. Tess caressed
his buttocks again with her fingertips. He shivered. The belt made a swishing
sound as she swung it through the air. The blow landed soundly with a sharp
crack directly across both his ass cheeks.
"One!" he cried out through clenched teeth. The pain was intense, amplified
as it was by the position the women had him in and the chilly late afternoon air.
Michelle's eyes gleamed with a wild excitement. Faintly, he heard the whoops of
delighted approval from the girls watching from across the street.
"Did that hurt, boy?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, Mommy," he replied.
"Good," she said.
The belt crashed into him again, this time a bit lower on his buttocks.
"Two!" he said, looking deeply into Michelle's beautiful ice-blue eyes.
Over and over, the belt bit into him, sometimes on his buttocks, sometimes
on his back or upper thighs. Cars slowed as they passed, but none of them
stopped. Occasionally a driver would honk.
His lower lip was trembling involuntarily as he shouted, "Twelve!"
The spanking progressed. If anything, Tess' blows were becoming harder.
Bright red welts criss-crossed his backside. The area from his shoulder blades to
his knees was a constant throbbing pain, punctuated by the rhythmic, searing
sting of each blow. He did his best to hold Michelle's gaze, but his vision was
becoming blurred by the tears accumulating behind his lower eyelids.
"Nineteen!" he shouted.
"I think he's going to cry," Michelle said in amazement to Tess.
The belt landed with the final blow, the hardest of them all.
"Twenty!"
"Ooh," Michelle moaned. "He's just about to cry. I can see it in his eyes."
"God, I enjoyed that," Tess said, a bit winded from the exertion.
Michelle didn't move. She continued staring into his eyes and holding him
rigidly on his toes with the string attached to his penis. "I want to watch him cry,"
she said. "Let's give him ten more."
He opened his mouth to speak, but her tug on the string convinced him to
remain silent.
"I could make it twenty more," she whispered.
"Good," Tess said happily. "I was just getting warmed up.
The belt whistled again. Again the leather strap slammed into his burning
flesh.
"Twenty-one!"
"Harder!" Michelle said. Her eyes were bright with excitement.
"Twenty-two!" he said as tears overflowed where they'd been pooling in his
lower eyes and ran down his cheeks.
"That's it, Tess. He's crying." Michelle said, smiling with satisfaction. "Harder
now."
Tess complied. Again and again, the belt landed so hard that he was nearly
thrown off balance. A car stopped very nearby, but he knew better than to turn
his head and look. He kept his eyes locked on Michelle's. His tears were flowing
freely now, streaming in rivulets down his face.
"Twenty-six!" he choked. He was openly sobbing now.
"God, Tess, come look. You've got to see this. He's crying like a baby."
Tess stepped around to get a look. Both women stood transfixed, watching
him cry. The car that had stopped to watch moved on.
"This is really turning me on," Tess said as she reached under her short dress
and rubbed herself. "I see why you wanted to look in his eyes." She turned to her
car and waved for her friend to join them. "Cathy should see this.
"Look," Tess said proudly as the brunette approached. "He's bawling like a
little baby."
All three women watched the tears flood his face. Michelle began to laugh,
and soon they were all giggling with delight.
"He's got four more coming," Tess said. "But I want to watch him cry. How
about finishing up for me, Cathy? It's lots of fun."
"Sure," Cathy said in her deadpan way. "Why not? Can I do it hard?" she
asked as she accepted the belt and took up a position behind him.
"Hit him just as hard as you want," Michelle said.
Now both women watched him as Cathy brought the belt down hard on his
stinging buttocks. Fresh tears spilled from his eyes.
"Twenty-seven!" he said as uncontrolled sobs wracked his chest.
"Twenty-eight...twenty-nine!"
"Okay, Cathy," Michelle said. "Give him everything you've got."
Her blow landed just below his buns on his upper thighs and was so forceful
that he stumbled slightly.
"Thirty," he breathed.
"Come look at your handiwork, Cathy," Tess said.
The three of them stood there, watching him cry helplessly. The nerves of his
backsides were on fire, and the muscles in his legs quivered from the strain of
being forced to hold himself on tiptoes for so long a period.
"Poor baby," Michelle mocked. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Are you going to be Mommy's good little boy now?" she asked.
"Yes, Mommy," he sniffled as his tears began to subside. His eyelashes felt
wet and sticky.
"I certainly hope so," she said. "At least you know now what you'll get if
you're a bad boy."
He nodded his understanding.
"I think it's time I took you back to the parking lot. We can discuss whether
you've earned your reward. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Mommy. Please"
Michelle continued, "These ladies don't know about your little reward, do
they? I think you should tell them what you might get if you're a good boy. And it
would be polite if you invite them to come watch. But first, I want to hear you
thank these nice Mistresses for spanking you."
He turned his gaze to the two women, who were watching him with amused,
expectant expressions. "Thank you, Mistresses, for spanking me," he said and
cleared his throat. "If I'm a very good boy, Mommy might give me a reward. She
might let me lick her pretty feet."
"Her feet?" Tess laughed.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Oh, God," Cathy said, rolling her eyes.
"Please. If you can, please come watch me," he asked.
"Come on," Michelle added. "It'll be fun. We have a little spot over there in
the parking lot of the mall behind those trees. I'd like you to meet those three
girls who're with me, too. And I'll let you play with him some more if you want."
The women exchanged glances. Tess looked at her watch, and said, "Okay,
we'll come for a little while, but I have to get home before too long."
"Great," Michelle said, delighted. "I'll lead him back, and you drive your car
over there. This is going to be fun."
To be continued...

[serveHER]

Heavy Traffic
by peter
Part 2
"Just look at that," she said from
her perch on the car fender above where he knelt. "They're absolutely filthy." She
was annoyed that her feet had gotten dirty while she'd taken him for his walk on
the street.
"I guess you're just going to have to clean my feet, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"I thought you'd like that idea. You should know how it works by now. Ask
Mommy."
"Please, Mommy, let me clean your feet."
Arching a perfect eyebrow, Michelle asked, "And how do you plan to clean
Mommy's feet?"
He paused a moment, aware that the young girls were hanging on every
word. "With my tongue, Mommy. I want to lick Mommy's feet clean."
"God," one of the girls moaned. "He's actually going to lick the dirt of your
feet?"
"Of course," Michelle answered. "It's a privilege to be allowed to lick
Mommy's feet, isn't it little boy?"
"Yes, Mommy," he responded. He couldn't take his eyes off her bare feet,
which dangled tantalizingly a scant few inches from where he knelt. The layer of
grime only set off their pale beauty and was a marked counterpoint to her
carefully pedicured toes.
"And we know that you don't get a privilege without earning it, isn't that
right, boy?"
"Yes, Mommy. I'll do anything you want."
"Good. I think I'll let you clean my feet, but only if you can convince Mistress
Tess to whip you with her belt while you lick them. That seems fair, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"So, you'd better crawl over to her and ask her. Of course, she may want you
to do something for her in return."
It was better in the relative shelter of the parking lot than it had been on the
street, but he was keenly aware of everyone watching him as he crawled
awkwardly to where Tess and Cathy stood beside their car.
"Please, Mistress, will you beat me while I lick Mommy's feet?" he asked
Tess.
"You must really want to lick your mommy's feet pretty bad, huh?" she said.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I don't think she's going to let you, either, if I don't agree to spank you while
you lick them."
"No, Mistress."
"I'd love to watch you do it, too. That's why it's such a shame that I won't be
able to stay long enough. I have to go home."
"Oh, please, Mistress. Please don't go. You can stay a while longer. I'll do
anything you want, just please don't leave."
She paused and thought for a moment, then sighed heavily and shrugged her
shoulders. "It's kind of embarrassing, but I really need to go home and take a
bath. I've been on a camping trip with my boyfriend, and I haven't washed in
almost two days. That's where we were heading when we ran into you. I just feel
too dirty to stay here any longer."
"No, Mistress," he whined. "Please don't leave.
"Here," she said, sighing heavily again. "I'll show you." She reached under
her skirt and pulled her panties down her long legs, then stepped out of them.
Slowly, she raised her short skirt to reveal her hairless pubic area. "Do you think
my pussy's pretty?" she asked coyly.
"Oh, yes, Mistress," he whispered as his eyes devoured her beauty.
"I feel so uncomfortable like this. Here," she said as she widened her stance,
"crawl a little closer."
He crawled forward until he was only inches from her.
"Smell my cunt," she ordered. "Put your nose right next to my pussy—but
don't you dare touch it."
He leaned forward carefully, stopping only when he could get no closer
without making contact.
"Now sniff," she instructed. "Smell how dirty Mistress' cunt is."
He took in her strong aroma.
"No, sniff," she demanded. "I want to hear you sniff my cunt."
He did as he was told.
"Can you smell how dirty it is?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"So you see why I can't stay. If I had a way to freshen up, maybe. But what
can I do here?" she asked.
"I could clean you, Mistress."
"Yes, I suppose you could. But your hands are tied. How could you clean
Mistress with your hands tied?"
"With my tongue, Mistress." he answered.
"With your tongue?" she asked with mock puzzlement on her pretty face.
"You mean you'd lick Mistress' cunt clean—even after you smelled how dirty it
is?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"How gross," one of the young girls said behind him.
"Are you sure you want to do that? Maybe you'd better smell my cunt again."
Again, he sniffed loudly. Her scent was almost overpowering.
"Yes, Mistress. I want to lick you."
"Well," she said, "I might consider it, but there's something else you should
know. Like I said, I've been with my boyfriend. He's a real man with a big,
gorgeous cock. Not like that funny little thing of yours," she laughed. "Anyway,
he fucked me at least four times over the last two days, and every time, he shot
his cum up inside me. The last time..." She paused to glance at her watch. "The
last time was just about twenty minutes ago. So you see, not only is Mistress'
cunt dirty, it's full of my boyfriend's cum. I'm sure you wouldn't want to lick it
now, would you?"
"Yes, Mistress," he answered in a quiet voice.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what you said."
"Yes, Mistress," he said louder. "I still want to lick you."
"God," the girl behind him said. "I can't believe how disgusting he is." The
other girls laughed.
"You understand," Tess said, "that if I let you clean my pussy, I'll expect you
to do a thorough job?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I'll expect you to lick me completely clean. That includes licking my
boyfriend's cum out of my hole—and eating it."
"Yes, Mistress. I understand."
"Have you ever tasted a man's cum before?" she asked.
"No, Mistress."
"Just to be sure that everyone knows that this is something you want to do,
ask me to let you. I want everyone to hear you say please let me eat another
man's cum out of your dirty hole."
He cleared his throat and looked up at her. "Please, Mistress, let me lick your
cunt clean. Let me eat another man's cum out of your dirty hole."
"Well, since you want to so bad, I guess I'll let you try. But I think you should
ask the other ladies to come over here, nice and close, so they can watch you do
it."
"Please," he said, turning his head to the others. "Please come watch me
clean Mistress' dirty hole. I want you all to see me."
The others gathered around Tess as she pushed herself onto the fender of
her car. She spread her dangling legs wide and said, "Okay, little boy, come
closer."
He maneuvered himself on his knees until he was kneeling between her legs.
"Kiss it, "she said. "Kiss the lips of my cunt, but don't use your tongue. I'll tell
you what to do."
"Yes, Mistress."
He leaned forward and began kissing the tender lips of her pussy. Her flesh
was soft and yielding and slightly moist.
"That's a good boy," she said. "That's it. Lots of little kisses on Mistress'
cunt."
The smell of her unwashed vagina filled his nostrils as he obediently planting
kisses along the length of her protruding lips. "Wait," she said suddenly, pushing
his head away. "I feel something happening. Look," she said as she leaned her
head forward to inspect her own pussy. "Look what's happening."
He saw what she meant. Everyone saw it.
Slowly, a viscous white liquid began emerging from Tess' pink lips. It oozed out of
her pussy and formed a small puddle in the hollow at the base of her pouting lips.
"I told you I was full of my boyfriend's cum. There's so much of it in my hole,
it's leaking out. Can you see it, boy?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"It's time to start cleaning it up. I want you to do exactly what I tell you."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Stick out your tongue for me."
The girls giggled as he complied.
"Farther," Tess ordered. "Stick it out as far as you can."
He pushed his tongue out to its limit.
"Good," she said. "Now, very slowly, I want you to put just the tip of your
tongue in that mess down there. Don't talk," she instructed as he moved his head
toward her pussy. "Don't lick or do anything until I tell you. Just put the tip of
your tongue in that cum."
The point of his tongue contacted the milky goo. He pushed his tongue into it
and stopped, waiting for her next order.
"Now, look at me. Look into my face. But keep your tongue where it is."
He raised his eyes to meet hers.
"Good boy," she smirked. "Now, get a glob of it on your tongue and very
slowly lick it into your mouth."
He began to obey. Slowly, he curled his tongue and brought a dollop of the
sperm toward his open mouth.
"I think I'm going to be sick," one of the girls joked.
"That's it," Tess said approvingly, her eyes gleaming with humor. "Nice and
slow so we can all enjoy it." As his tongue entered his mouth, she said, "Wait
until I give you permission to eat it." He paused with his mouth open, the semen
weighing heavily on his tongue.
"Okay, close your mouth," she said after a few seconds.
He obeyed.
"Now, swallow it. Swallow that cum."
He swallowed the cum. It was salty, slightly metallic.
"Good boy!" Tess exclaimed. "Did you like eating a man's cum?"
"Yes, Mistress," he answered.
"I want you to let us all know how much you like it. Whenever you eat cum
out of my cunt, I want you to go Umm, nice and loud so we can all hear. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Go ahead then, let us hear you."
"Ummmm..."
They all laughed.
"Did you enjoy watching that?" Tess asked the girls. Their faces were flushed
with excitement as they nodded and expressed their approval.
"I especially liked the way your boyfriend's cum made a string between you
and his tongue while he was licking it in," said the tall girl who'd earlier led him by
the string on the street.
"That was good, wasn't it?" Tess mused. "Maybe we can see some more of
that. Let me check how things are down here." She used her fingertips to
gradually spread her lips apart. "Oh, look at this!" she said, drawing everyone's
attention to her now gaping hole. Thick globs of semen clung to her lips and the
inner lining of her vagina, forming ropy strings across the opening as she
continued to draw her labia apart.
"Okay, boy," she said to him. "Purse your lips like your going to kiss me." He
obeyed as she placed her free hand at the back of his head and gently began
pulling him toward the apex of her spread legs. He stared ahead at the tangle of
quivering strings of semen criss-crossing the maw of her pussy. It grew slowly
closer. As his pursed lips touched the first of the semen, the odor wafting from
her open hole hit him full force. She coaxed his mouth onward with her hand at
the back of his head.
Don't say a word," she said, moving his head around in the sticky semen so
that his lips bumped and brushed against her wet labia and vaginal opening.
"Mistress will take care of everything. We want to get lots of that yummy cum all
over your mouth."
Finally, she released his head and left his face nuzzling her cunt. "Now,
slowly—very slowly—I want you to pull your head back."
He began to do as she'd instructed. Gradually, as his face began to separate
from her groin, he could see that the slimy strings of sperm had adhered to his
lips and chin and now ran from his mouth to Tess' vagina. He continued to pull
back slowly until the tendrils of cum had stretched to a length of four of five
inches.
"That's enough," Tess said. "Don't move a muscle."
He stopped and remained motionless. Tess turned her comments to the ring
of watching women. "Look at that, girls. Have you ever seen anything more
disgusting in your whole life." He could see the delight in her eyes. "Look at the
ladies, boy. Let each one of them have a good look."
He knew Tess didn't want him to break the strings of cum attached to his
mouth, so he moved his head only slightly as he turned his eyes from one girl to
the next. They crowded in to get a better look at him. The young girls' faces were
painted with a strange combination of delight, astonishment and disgust. Like
Tess, Michelle wore a look of utter amusement, of barely restrained laughter.
Tess' friend Cathy rolled her eyes disdainfully when he looked at her. He knelt
there, motionless on the chilly parking lot, while they inspected him.
"Now for the best part," Tess broke in. "Without moving your head, boy, push
your tongue out and start licking that mess into your mouth. Eat it all up for us—
but slowly—so we can enjoy your little show. Oh, and don't forget to let us know
how much you love the taste of a man's cum."
He did as he was told, lapping the long stringers of semen into his mouth and
swallowing them. "Ummm..." he moaned each time he licked up a new mouthful
of acrid cum until, finally, there were no strings left.
"What a good boy," Tess said approvingly. "Now get down there between
Mistress' legs and get busy cleaning my cunt hole."
Obediently he leaned forward and began licking her labia with long, wet
strokes.
"Umm, that feels good," Tess purred. "But if you're going to clean me up
properly, you're going to have to push that little tongue up inside me and scoop
out all the cum that's still in there."
"Here," she said, placing her hand at the back of his head and forcing his face
into her mound.
His probing tongue did indeed encounter more of the tangy semen, which he
dutifully lapped into his mouth and swallowed. Her hand forced his face tighter
against her. Her pungent aroma and the closeness made his head spin, but he
continued licking the soft inner lining of her vagina. She was producing her own
metallic tasting juices now. He eagerly lapped them up as well.
Satisfied, Tess pushed his head away. "Okay," she said. "That's good
enough. I'll be happy to beat your ass now." She smiled an evil grin and placed
the tip of her pump against his chest. "Crawl back to your Mommy," she said as
she increased the pressure of her shoe against his chest until he lost his balance
and fell onto his side. He struggled to get to his knees, but Tess placed her shoe
across his throat. "No," she said, "crawl on your belly." The girls laughed as he
awkwardly inched across the cold concrete toward Michelle.
"Did you enjoy cleaning Mistress Tess' pussy?" Michelle asked with an impish
grin.
"Yes, Mommy."
"And now you're all ready to clean Mommy's feet?"
"Yes, Mommy, please."
The lady made herself comfortable on the fender of the car and sat idly
swinging her legs. He was mesmerized by the sight of her pretty bare feet
moving like pendulums only inches from his face. "Mistress Tess has agreed to
beat you while you do it?" she asked.
"Yes, Mommy, she said she would."
Well, girls," Michelle said to the women watching, "would you like to watch
this boy lick the dirt off my feet?"
The girls giggled and agreed that it would be fun to watch.
"Okay, I guess I'll let you. Ask Mistress Tess to beat you."
"Please, Mistress," he said, turning his head to look at Tess behind him.
"Please beat me."
"With pleasure," Tess said as she swung the belt and brought it down on his
exposed bottom.
"Oh, I don't think was hard enough at all, do you, boy?" Michelle said.
"No, Mommy," he answered, even though the blow stung considerably.
"Well, ask her to beat you harder then. I'm starting to wonder if you're really
serious about wanting to clean my feet."
"Please, Mistress, beat me harder," he implored Tess quickly.
Again, Tess moved the leather strap in a sweeping arc. It made a loud
"Crack!" as it impacted his naked buns, leaving a fresh welt.

"That's more like it," Michelle said with approval. "Come over closer," she
said to the girls. "I want you to make sure my little boy does a good job. Let me
know if he doesn't get all the dirt off my feet."
Like they'd done earlier, the girls congregated around the kneeling man.
"Okay, boy," Michelle said as she proffered one of her feet to him. "Lick
Mommy's foot nice and clean. Start at the heel and work your way up."
He leaned forward and slowly began to lick the grime from her foot. It was
gritty and slightly bitter in his mouth, a distinct contrast to the soft, smooth
texture of her skin. Streaks of clean flesh started to appear.
"Umm," Michelle moaned. "I love the way that feels. Hit him for me, Tess. I
want to know he's suffering."
The belt landed, this time across the small of his back. He winced at the flash
of white hot pain, but continued laving the underside of Michelle's delicate foot
with his tongue.
"Is he doing a good job down there?" she asked.
"Pretty good," one of the young women giggled. "He's licking the dirt right up
and eating it like a good boy."
"You missed a spot," the girl who'd made him run on the street said. She
pointed to a small patch on the ball of Michelle's foot. "Get that," she ordered
with authority.
The spot was stubborn. He licked and sucked the area for several seconds
until the bit of grime was no longer visible.
The belt bit into the flesh of his buttocks as the girl bent and inspected his
effort. "That's better," she said, satisfied.
"What a good little foot licker you are," Michelle said, smiling down out him.
"Use your tongue now to clean between Mommy's toes."
He did as he was instructed, pushing his eager tongue between and around
each slender toe. He closed his eyes, savoring the contact. Even the periodic
pain of the belt couldn't diminish the pleasure he felt. Michelle squeezed her toes
together, trapping his extended tongue. He opened his eyes and looked up to see
her grinning at him. Satisfied with his renewed eye contact, she released his
tongue to continue its exploration.
"That's enough," Michelle said as she withdrew her clean foot and presented
the other. "Now get busy on this one."
His small, hard penis twitched between his legs as he ardently set about
licking the accumulation of dirt from the sole of her foot. As if from a great
distance, he heard Michelle's voice above him. "You see, girls. This is where men
are the happiest, where they know they belong."
"My boyfriend would never do anything like that," one of the watching girls
said with certainty.
"You wouldn't think so, would you?" Michelle responded. "But that's what I
want to teach you. He would get down there, just like Mommy's little foot licker—
and he'd love it. If you ever get passed all that macho image they have, you'll
see they're all alike. You've gotta ignore all that crap they try to sell you. It's
bullshit. Sometimes they know it's bullshit, sometimes they don't. But if you'll
keep in mind what they're really like and gently lead them to it, you'll see them
right down there on their knees, doing what you tell them. You have to be
careful, though. Once you put them in their place, it's almost impossible to get rid
of them. Isn't that right, little boy?"
"Yes, Mommy," he said as he licked the last morsel of grime into his mouth
and began to probe between Michelle's toes with his tongue. He groaned as Tess
raised a fresh welt on his back with the belt.
"You've done a good job," Michelle smiled down at him. "So I think my little
boy deserves a treat. Would you like to suck on Mommy's toes?"
"Oh, yes, Mommy," he gasped. "Please let me."
"Okay, start with Mommy's little toe. Take it in your mouth and suck on it
until she says you can have another one."
He wrapped his lips around her toe and began to gently suckle. It was cool
against his tongue and curiously both soft and firm at the same time. He kept his
eyes on her face, the way he knew she wanted, and what he saw there excited
him beyond anything he'd ever felt. As she bade him move his sucking from one
precious toe to another, he drank in the moods playing across her exquisite face.
At turns, she was amused, condescending, capricious, superior, cruel—but
always, always in complete control of him. He hardly felt the steady rain of blows
inflicted on him by Tess. He was lost in the pleasure of sucking Michelle's long,
slender fourth toe when she suddenly slipped it from his mouth.
"Does Mommy's little boy want to suck her big toe?" she asked teasingly.
"Oh, yes, Mommy. Please let me suck your big toe. It's so beautiful. I want it
in my mouth. Please."
"Stay still," she said and began to caress his face with her foot. He was
aware of the girls watching him now, his helplessness and his need clear to them
all. He wished his hands weren't bound. He wanted to touch himself. It would
take very little contact for his throbbing little penis to erupt in orgasm.
"Open your mouth for Mommy," Michelle commanded with an impish grin.
She ran her pedicured toe around his open mouth and over his lips. He trembled
but held himself otherwise motionless. Slowly, knowingly, she inserted her big
toe into his mouth.
"Suck it for Mommy," she whispered. "Suck Mommy's toe just like a little
cock.
Hungrily, he sucked on the tender flesh, swirling his tongue in circles around
her toe. He thrilled at the contrast between the incredible softness of her skin
and the hard, smooth surface of her lacquered nail.
She began to rub her clit through the material of her slacks, never taking her
eyes from him. Her lips parted. Her breathing became ragged.
"Harder, Tess, hit him harder and faster. I want to see him hurt," she
gasped. Her face flushed and her hand moved more furiously between her legs.
Tess laid into to his backside with all her might, the blows so powerful that
they rocked him forward each time. Still he sucked her toe and held her eyes.
Michelle's mouth made the words, "I'm cumming," but no sound escaped. He
could feel the electric tension in her body as the toe in his mouth curled and the
other toes involuntarily gripped at his cheek. Tess delivered a final stinging blow
to the backs of his thighs that made him jump, but he held Michelle's toe in his
mouth and gently sucked it until the throes of her orgasm subsided.
He could hardly take in her radiance as she sat on the fender of the car
above him and regained her composure. Without asking, he crawled forward and
kissed the tops of her dangling feet.
"Thank you, Mommy," he said as he caressed her instep with his cheek.
"Thank you for letting me worship you. I don't deserve the pleasure you gave
me."
Michelle permitted the contact. She reached down and gently stroked his
hair. "You've been Mommy's good little boy. But I'm feeling guilty. Here I've been
keeping you all to myself, and these poor girls haven't gotten a chance to play
with you. I think I'll take you home with us and let them have you to do with as
they please. Would you like that, boy?"
"Yes, Mommy," he said, his little penis stiffening again.
"Good. How about you girls? Would you like to learn how to treat a man—and
how to make him give you pleasure?"
There was a chorus of excited squeals and giggles from the girls.
THE END

[Miss_clinton]

Quite nice..thank you... :)

[pepe3z]

Great story !!!!!!!!

[cyberwop]

That was fantastic!! Thank You. I love stories like that.