Chapter 1 - Fooled

 

I enrolled at the local university on a computer course; it was to help me get a good job working in computers. I have always been interested in the workings of computers, and programs so it was an obvious choice.

At twenty five I was a bit old to be a freshman, but that didn't bother me. The other thing is that I was not really a social person, dwelling in my computer, or books on the subject, so my friends told me. Then again they didn't seem to need to work as hard, as I did. It seemed to come naturally to them, so I did spend most of my formative years on the outside of the social circles, a loner.

I was bullied, and made fun of, first it was my glasses they made fun of, then my lolloping gate, being overweight, anything and everything about me, was made fun of.

This particular day they had hidden my glasses, I had gone into the bathroom to wash my face, and I felt them close by, but I had soap all over my face, and to avoid it going in my eyes I hadn't looked at them.

When I put my hand out to put them back on, after washing my face, where I had put them, was empty. I searched about, and called out for them to stop messing about, I needed my glasses for my next class, I was almost blind, without them.

I heard the bell go, and made my way to the classroom, luckily for me the lecture was about something I had already read about. I played an active part in the lecture, not needing to take notes, or read up on the subject. I knew as much about it as the lecturer. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard what the topic was to be.

It was at the beginning of the educational year, and as yet I didn't know my way about. The bully boys had followed me to the same university. They were not, thankfully, on the same course, they had chosen mechanical engineering, and the like, but out of the lecture rooms and practical classes. They just seemed to be where I was. I felt like a magnet, drawing the undesirables in, new faces sometimes, but old tricks, and taunts.

I had gone through puberty with my nose in a book, and even now, tits, cunts and clits, were not of interest to me. I went orgasmic over bytes, rams, and program details. I had hacked the local town council, and the fire brigade. I had found a cure for a computer virus, and I was proud of the letter from a computer protection company, complimenting me on my good work. This had prompted me to take the course, so that I had the qualifications I needed, to join the company, there was a job waiting for me, so they said, as long as I had the qualifications.

This day, I left the lecture hall, and needed a pee. I blame the swine's who stole or hid my glasses for what happened next.

Half blinded I mistook, misread the sign, I swear to this day, there were only three letters on the sign, MEN, not the five for WOMEN. You can guess what happened. I entered and used a stall; there were no urinals, so I am silly that was perhaps a big clue, as to where I was, then again, I did prefer to use a stall, my quirk.

Laughter, squeals, and other young female noises erupted, as not one, but a group of females entered, it was not even their toilet, it was a changing room, obviously with stalls, as well as showers and lockers, but at that point in time, I did not know that, and I stayed put. The door rattled as someone tried to use it.

I sat down on the toilet seat and waited, my head bowed, looking at my fingers, as I fiddled with them nervously, waiting for the silence, to tell me it was safe to leave.

Not all bullies are male, as I can verify, having been bullied by a female. She was an attractive female with, according to the lads, big knockers, tits, full and very firm, so they told me, or was it a taunt? She was elegant, and aloof; looking down her nose on most males, perhaps the most embarrassing for me was when she grabbed my genitals, deliberately.

I had been foolish, and after being asked by one of her friends to help her, I said that I would do, and followed her behind the school gym. We rounded a corner, and there they were, all six of them, smiling that inane smile that means discomfort, for me. A thump, slap, or verbal mocking, or some other shaming act, like once she put lipstick on me, to uproarious laughter from her friends, and a sullen look from me.

This whole scene was perhaps my introduction to, Femdom, again at home my father had left and I was brought up by my mother. My whole life, up to now I seemed to be under the control of, a female. So perhaps it is not surprising that I hated the taunts, yet it was somehow, fun.

This time, the six of her friends surrounded me, I knew I was in for trouble, they pushed me towards her, and she smiled, they grabbed my arms, and she unzipped my trousers, and she put her hand inside blatantly, and pulled my penis out.

She then gave it a tug, and looked into my eyes smiling, "Well, is that all there is," she said giving it another tug, "My cunt is bigger than that, and that is a hole," she said, and they all laughed at me.

"I agree, because you are, a cunt," I retorted, not really knowing what I had said, but it seemed to fit the situation

Not the wisest of moves, as I found out, they took me beyond the dividing line between the girls and boys section, the school was split into boys and girls in the play ground, the classes were mixed. There were seven of them, but it felt a lot more, as they bundled me along to the girl's part. She unbuttoned my trousers, and yanked them down, and my underpants, and put my hands behind a tree, where they tied them, and left me there on full view for all the girls to see, as they went back to their classes.

It was meant to shame me but me on display, which was disconcerting for me, yet it was exciting

That was perhaps the most embarrassing part, but not the worst, she also pushed my shirt up to ensure a clear and full exposure, and then took out her lipstick, and put eyes, and a mouth on my genitals, making out that my penis was the nose on the face. She took her knickers off, and put them in one of her stockings; she had removed, and gagged me with them, tying it behind the tree, holding my head in place.

It was a female teacher who wondered what the girls were all laughing at, and looked out of the classroom window. She came down and released me. Did I tell on the bitch? No, she would get me, and make it even worse, if that were possible. Rather than shame she would punch me so I did not tell on her.

These events were imprinted on my mind, and I relived them, as I sat there embarrassed, so vivid was the memory that I did not notice one of the girls climb up, and look over the top of the stall, and look down at me, they told me this later.

I sat there and waited, it went silent; I gingerly opened the door and looked out. Down at the far end, girls were changing, and in various stages of undress, some were naked. Again later I was told that the ones in there initially had told them to be quiet, but had not told them about me.

I left the cubicle, and by chance, one of the girls changing spotted me.

"A peeping Tom, get him girls," she shouted.

I ran, but the smiling face of the girl who had bullied me, blocked my path. I turned, and ran down an alley way between the banks of lockers, turned again, and then again, heading for the door, I was now being chased by semi naked females, and all out for blood, my blood.

I glanced back at the sea of bouncing tits running after me, they split going down side alleys. I turned again, now away from the door as the ones going down the side alleys blocked my escape route.

If you can imagine it, there were three banks of lockers with half a dozen side alleys between the rows of lockers where the student got changed. Some after or before college, and some for sports, there were a few hundred lockers in there, and I think someone of the girls had been at every alleyway, as the yelling girls chased after me.

Once they had managed to block all my exit routes, I knew I was not going to escape, unless they made a mistake, and I managed to dodge past one of them; my escape route was now behind them, I was trapped, and they knew it, as well.

I stopped, and they did, anger and heaving breasts faced me, they did not seem in the least embarrassed by their semi or complete nudity. I on the other hand must have been bright red, looking at all those breasts and bushy areas. Not that they were all bushy, some were clean shaven and smiled their crooked smile. This would be bad, I had to escape, run at them, and push your way through I thought, but I might hurt one or more of them. It felt like a standoff as they looked at me, and I looked at them, neither of us moving.

I got my breath back, and saw an unblocked alley as I slowly backed up, and it headed towards the far main alleyway, and the door. I made to go left, and then suddenly turned right, to confuse them, and send them off in the wrong direction. I made it to the far alleyway and turned to run for the door.

I had not tricked them, they had tricked me; they had pulled the same trick, sending some of them to block this exit. As I passed the second alleyway, a rather large, overweight female ran into me, knocking me sideways into the wall, and winding me. Not, as you might guess, by chance, but in a planned action, giving the others time to join her as I lay on the floor panting, and winded.

"Well, well, well what have we here girls?" one of them asked, standing over me, her naked breasts heaving as she panted, her hands on her hips, and with a scowl on her face.

I have no idea how many faces and breasts were looking down on me, or pointing at me, it felt like thousands, but there must have been a few dozen.

"Look, girls I-I am sorry for the intrusion, I miss read the sign, I am half blind without my glasses, I swear there were only three letters on the sign, making it men, and not the five in women. I am new, and entered accidentally. You, you are not going to, I mean it was an accident, l-look on the door, three letters, go on I-I can prove it to you, see three letters, go on, one of you go, and look," I pleaded uneasily, wishing to avoid being punched.

"We did when we entered, to make sure we had the right ones, and it said 'WOMEN,' that is why there is one Peeping Tom, and fifty or so, females," the apparent leader said.

"You know at school he flashed his cock at the girls, he is a sex fiend, a pervert," the female bully from school said.

She was not smiling, but her eyes were, as she brought the axe down on my neck.

I must admit that when I made to leave the cubicle I had thought that if I was seen, they would cover their nudity and scream, not chase after me with their assets bouncing.

"A flasher hey, and now a Peeping Tom, what next, sexual assault, working your way up, are you?" the apparent leader, asked me.

"N-no, no, It was an accident, and she tied me to the tree naked, I-I didn't flash, honest, she, she is the bully, the sex fiend," I argued, it was ill advised.

"I beg your pardon; you are accusing me, of being a sex fiend? Who is the one in the wrong changing room? Who was the one hiding in a toilet cubicle? Where is the hole you drilled so that you can spy on us sat on the toilet? Ladies what evidence is there against me, and look at what we found on the door to the cubicle, 'out of order,' was that to give you time to secret yourself in there, and spy on us, changing?" she asked me.

"There, there wasn't a sign on the door when I went in, you put it there, if it ever was even there," I argued, she was making it worse.

"I would find it sceptical, shall we say, had it not been that I saw the sign, which was why I used the one next door, it was plain to see even for a half blind male," the leader said, she was not convinced by my argument, "You, what do you have on, tights or stockings?" She asked one of the girls.

"I have stockings on, why? She asked back.

"Take a stocking off, and tie his hands behind his back, and then we will go and see, just to prove that the sign, is there," she said.

Now I was in the proverbial, well and truly, all my arguments would disappear if she could prove me in the wrong.

The girl took her stocking off, and handed it to another of the girls, and then she, and two more bent down, and dragged me to my feet. They pushed my hands behind my back, and tied them with the stocking. They pushed and shoved me back to the cubicle, and there it was, in bold red letters, 'OUT OF ORDRE.'

"That was not there when I went in, I would have seen it, besides it is spelled wrong, see I can see the sign, so it was not there. Now who do we know who cannot spell even the simplest, of words, Caroline?" I asked, again foolishly, as it turned out.

"That proves you can read it, and see it. It also opens up another line, you see you say that you are new here, yet the janitor is dyslectic, a freshman, new here, would not know that, or, would they?" she asked me, making my proof, now my own enemy.

"No, they may not know, just the same as you, would not know Caroline's weakness, her spelling. Block letters do not show the style of the writer, so it could have been as you say, written by the janitor, or Caroline, raising enough doubt as to the validity, of the sign," I argued.

"I have heard all the evidence, we have a sign which we would accept as written by the janitor, or as the defendant states, by Caroline, on a cubicle, which was occupied by the defendant. They also stated that they are half blind, and did not see the sign or the sign at the entrance. Rather that they did not see the first, two letters, which we all saw, and they are of a similar size to the other letters, if smaller to the sign on the cubicle door.

We have a witness who tells us that the accused did flash, at their previous school, making out that they are a sex fiend. This does not count in our deliberations, but does indicate the defendant's penchant for sexual deviance.

We are solely concerned with this event, and whether or not the defendant entered the female changing rooms, knowingly. That they did occupy a stall, having put a sign on the door so as not to be disturbed, whilst reveling in the sexual delights of watching semi and fully naked, females. Perhaps they get off on seeing scantily clad females in just their bras and panties; maybe it is more than that, are they assessing who will be their next victim?

Ladies, I ask for a vote, do you find the person held here, a victim of circumstance, or a pervert? Remember the sign, and the fact that they ran. Who runs, but a guilty person, someone innocent would blush, apologise, and walk out, avoiding looking around. The question I ask is did the accused try to avoid looking at us, I do not believe so. I now ask you to vote, please?" she asked the group, having told them, and not indirectly how, to vote.

The vote went not as I expected, but as I knew it would do, a unanimous guilty, not one of the girls thought me, innocent.

"We now need to decide on the punishment. I am a great believer in the punishment fitting, the crime. I have idea, and I also believe that it should come as a nasty surprise, for the guilty person. So, will you six, please, hold the prisoner here, whilst we talk about the punishment, and then we will take you to one side, and tell you, our decision? That way you can also have a say, and the criminal will not know what we decide to do, as punishment," She asked six of the girls, they agreed, and the others left us.

In the group that left us, was a girl I had spoken to, and she knew that I had found the exposure sexy and interesting, luckily for me she was one of the ones who went to discuss my punishment.

The girls pushed me into a cubicle tied up, and stood by the door preventing, any escape attempt. This I also found sexy and tantalizing.

I heard movement outside the door; I presumed it was the changing of the guard, as she had said.

The door opened, and I was faced with all of the girls, but their numbers seemed to have swelled, I could have sworn that there were a lot more females standing looking in at me, and now all fully dressed.

Two entered the stall; I was not going to walk out into their vicious arms, no way. So she sent two of them in to drag me out. They did not do that easily, one got behind me, and pushed me, as another entered and between the three of them they managed to force me out into the middle of the group.

Years later I found out that I had been just the victim of a practical joke, the, 'WO,' had been covered by a piece of black paper, the edge would have been visible to most people, but not me, it had not been aimed at me. I was just the unfortunate person to fall for it, but the sign on the cubicle door was aimed deliberately, at me, by Caroline, when she found out who was in there. My shame, and the punishment yet to be meted out, was aimed deliberately, at me, by her. but the girl who knew me had managed to get her way.

I was now pushed, and shoved by the crowd to the far end of the changing room, where the showers were. They striped me, untying my hands, and then retying them. Naked, and with my hands tied behind my back they moved away from me, apart from two of them holding onto me, and allowing the leader to enter the centre of the group.

"You have been found guilty of a heinous crime against females, and the punishment will fit, the crime. You sought to see us naked, and have, we now see you naked, balancing out that part of the crime, but not, punishing it.

The punishment must fit the crime, but what was the crime, a voyeur tossing themselves off as we paraded naked before you, or one of wanting to see us using the toilet, or more seriously that, of selecting your next victim. It will take the shape of two elements; firstly we are going to bathe you. We will give you a shower, one the like of which, you could never imagine, several in fact. Tie it down girls," she ordered them, "Some males enjoy what we plan to do, if so, it will fail as punishment. So before we do anything, do you agree to be taken by us, tied up and shamed as you are now? We also demand retribution, or compensation for your actions, in the form of labours you will carry out, for us, dressed as we see fit, do you agree to our demands?" She asked me.

"Y-yes, I did not do it on purpose, honestly, please accept that, but I agree, and accept the penalty you have imposed," said wondering what they were planning.

I was pulled, and pushed onto my back on the floor; my hands were untied, and then pulled out sideways, and tied to the water pipes with their stockings. I lay on the floor of the shower area in trepidation, fearing a good kicking by the girls, a vicious attack, engineered by Caroline, but my friend as she turned out to be, had managed to get them to use Femdom as the means of punishment, had I known this, I would have been excited.

One of the girls removed her knickers, and stuffed them in my mouth, and they put tape over my mouth to keep them in, effectively gagging me, but the knickers were large ones, and would not fit in fully, leaving a relatively large amount sticking out of my mouth, under my nose, and it was part of the gusset. I had never smelled a female before, now with every breath I smelled one, and tasted one. They also tied my legs apart, and to the pipes on the far wall, the heating pipes I think.

Fixed in place they left me, and carried on changing from the noises. It wasn't too bad, the floor was cold, and I was embarrassed being naked, but it was tolerable. That was for the first five or so minutes, and then it got worse, as one of the girls entered the shower area. She was fully dressed, and smiled at me, and then she removed her panties, covered my eyes with them, and then stood over my face, squatted down, I knew this when she showered me, personally.

"Girls, girls, that thing, it well it began to rise, as I gave it the shower on its face, is that allowed?" She asked.

"No, definitely not, several seemed to say in unison, and a group arrived at the entrance to the shower, and looked down on me, as I lay there her sodden panties covering my eyes.

"Shocking, just shocking; it is not allowed to get sexually stimulated, that is not on; this is meant to be punishment, not sexual pleasure. You are in the female showers, and we are all personally, going to provide, the shower," one said, with an evil smile etched on her face, I guessed.

I now know it is called a golden shower and it was stimulating for me this may not be as bad as I expected.

They left me for what felt like half an hour perhaps, and then it was the group, one of whom removed the panties, so that I could see them. They were again stood at the entrance to the showers and looking down on me. One stepped forward; she had something in her hand. She knelt down by me, and began to slide a plastic ring over my genitals. She pressed it firmly against my groin, and then put a cage over my penis, and padlocked it in place, happy with her actions they left me again, and I was alone.

I mean come on, even if I was more interested in computers than females, imagining a crooked smile winking at you, and two full and firm lumps pointing at you prior to, but not knowing what was about to happen, does have an effect. She had stood there for a minute or more before the cascade began, I am human, male, and have an imagination.

Luckily for me my lectures had finished for the day, and after using the toilet I was going home till Monday, so I would not be missed, or miss out on lectures. Unluckily for me, there were night classes as well, so my time lying on the floor was not going to be a short one, some eight hours I lay there, not all the girls wanted me to see their genitals, and used the toilets, but from the number of showers I got. The majority didn't care, and used me, even ones that were not in the original group, the word went around, and they used me, over and over.

The gag, as I said, was not fully in my mouth, so it got wet and became sodden, and the liquids began dripping into my mouth, after each time. It was all bad, I was in the shower area, and the girls didn't seem to mind me lying there whilst they showered, knowing that I saw nothing, after a session in the gym. There was a price I had to pay for the imagined entertainment, drinking the foul stuff as they showered me, over and over.

The other price I paid, was with all that stimuli standing over me, all those tits and cunts I saw in my mind's eye, I did get stimulated, but the thing she had put on my genitals wouldn't allow it, as it rose it was stabbed, and died, which was very irritating.

The evening was a very exciting time shameful, yet exciting, my first venture into Femdom.

The college was locked up at ten in the evening, and I would be found, as the janitor checked each room before locking it. Not to be out done, the girls came for me before he did his rounds, and untied me; they rolled me over, and tied my wrists behind my back again, and then stood me up, and dragged me out, naked. They took me down the deserted corridor, and into the boot of her car, where they tied my ankles, and closed the boot lid.

We drove for a short time, and then into a building, a garage, perhaps, and after she had put a blindfold on me, they lifted me out, and untied my ankles. Naked and wet, they pushed and shoved me until we entered a room, and then I was dumped on the floor, and they tied my ankles again, hog tied me, and closed, and locked the door as they left me, alone and very embarrassed, yet excited about what they planned, for me.

I presume they went to bed, I was to sleep or not to, as I was. They didn't care, I was secured, and that was all that mattered to them, till morning.

The showers and shame were to continue for the next two days, otherwise why, bring me here? It dawned on me that I was to suffer at their hands; where they had me I did not know, but they did have me, and at a big disadvantage, which again I found exciting.