There was a nervous clearing of the throat and the assembled guests turned to see the semi shy figure perched on the stairwell.
“L-ladies and gentlemen,” he began nervously, “your host for the evening invites you to the upper levels for a uh… specialpresentation… if you’ll follow me this way please…”
Having made it through his little speech the boy turned sharply and began acending back the way he came, all to aware of every pair of eyes drawn to his form… and dutifully following him as instructed…
Was this what it felt like to have the obedience that he himself offered to the host? There was no time to really contemplate this thought for very long… after all, he ha to remember his next lot of lines for that presentationhe was about to give…
He’d been thrilled when she suggested a joint cosplay - even more interested when she told him what she had in mind… unfortunately there was one detail she neglected to tell him…
Embarrassing as it was, he had to admit he was starting to get quite excited at all the attention he’d been getting at the convention hall… which of course presented its own set of awkward problems for his costume…
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“Oh good, I see you were able to follow the instructions correctly. That’s a good start. If you’ll please follow me we can get you settled in and start you off straight away… no point wasting any time is there? Just leave your bag here in the hall, one of the other boys will collect it in a moment and lock it away for safekeeping… don’t worry, I can assure you that you’ll not be needing anything in it during your time here… ”
So which of you embarrassed boys out there is ready for Infinity war…? This one begged and pleaded with his dom to go and see it… he said he’d give anything and well… it seems his master took him at his word…
The embarrassed boy shuffled nervously as he modelled the outfit I’d selected for him that evening, “Now you’re ready to be humiliated for the whole stag weekend!”
“but… I’m not getting married?” The boy looked terribly confused… it was almost sweet really…
I looked over my spectacles in the way I knew made him feel very small and shy - like teacher telling him off…
“My poor self obsessed boy,” I said, tutting loudly, “Who said anything about you being the stag…”
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“today we’ll be putting what I’ve taught you so far into practise - you’ll be putting it into practise with one of my best subs - #I would say to treat him with care but well, nobody would enjoy that, right my embarrassed boy?”
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“Oh now quit your whining - a bet is abet!Now toss those trunks in the back-seat and close the door - take your forfeit like a brave little soldier or I’m slamming this car into a U-turn and driving off without you, and you’ll be walking home alone barefoot with no keys to your chastity cage - which is it going to be my embarrassed boy?”
He loved coming home and getting out of his work clothes as soon as possible to unwind after a hard day at the office, but ever since he discovered his new girlfriend, I mean, mistress, he wasn’t even allowed into his ownhouse before he’d stripped off at the backdoor. He’s in trouble today because he kept his underwear on before he entered - aware that one of his nosy neighbours was spying on his little ritual. Mistress has no concern about the boy’s embarrassment, and tonight she’s going to prove there are muchmore humiliating things she can do with him if he decides not to follow her instructions again…
The boys had begged and pleased their other halves into being allowed to attend the convention, but both of them were denied. “Those things are just an excuse for you dumbasses to wander around perving at those poor scantily clad models wearing next to nothing!” was the unanimous response they’d got.
“No way! “ the boys protested, “They enjoy showing off their bodies - they LOVE the attention!”
And so a dubious deal was struck - phone calls were made and outfits were sourced, and for the entireweekend, morning noon at night on the convention floor, in the bars or anywhere outside their hotel room thiswas the only costume they’d been packed…
Soon, these embarrassed buddies are going to learn the hard way just what kind of attention a convention crowd brings with it…
“I have never EVER been so embarrassed as I have been tonight finding you at that… that “party” like this! Can you even understand the SHAME I felt having to go in there and drag you out by your ear? We are going upstairs to wash this… FILTH off right this instant and I don’t care how much it hurts or if we wake up the whole house doing it, I am going to scrub you until you SHINE -clearly you can’t be trusted to be unsupervised any more!
