(A warning for my readers who dislike forced sexual contact... This might not be the story for you. I was in a relatively dark place when I wrote it so it's a bit nastier than my usual stories. It that kind of thing bothers you, please give this story a pass.)
"Women pretend to be complex creatures, but they are not. No matter how much they try to deny it, they exist for one simple reason, reproduction of the species." I had to admit, I'd never thought about it like that.
I dug deeper into this website, 'The Red Pill', as it seemed to offer me all the answers. I mean, women. Who can understand them, right? It's like every one of them is different and it's so complicated having to talk to them and learn about them. Who has time for that? I'm not very demanding... I just want them to do what I want! Luckily, I found out about 'The Red Pill'. It was a bunch of men who had totally figured out how to make women do what you want! They told me how no matter what a woman said, the all just crave an alpha male, a dominant man. They might deny it, they might protest, but once they are around one, the natural submissiveness of women takes over and they become focused on doing one thing... Pleasing the alpha male. It was so awesome seeing some experienced men sharing their wisdom with me. I learned things like "Women, even as they get outraged at the very notion, simply want a man to tell them what to do". As I immersed myself in all this amazing information, I could feel my confidence growing. Every man could be an alpha male with the right attitude, and have women bowing at his feet! It seemed so easy now that I understood! Why had I ever been shy?
I'm sure you're thinking every guy is shy about asking girls out. Well, my case is a bit more extreme. I might as well be honest. To start, I was painfully shy. I really, really had a hard time being social which meant my opportunities were limited. There's strike one. Making me even more shy and insecure, a childhood illness had stunted my growth. I was completely healthy now, but the side effect of the condition was it was really hard for me to gain weight. Yes, that means I was really small and slender. I looked up to the average twelve-year-old despite almost being twice their age. Very few women are interested in men who buy clothes from the kids section. Strike two. Worse, my shyness meant I was insecure. I was insecure about being short and skinny as a rail, so I would wear big, baggy clothing to make me look bigger. I grew my light brown hair long and wild to make me look older and more edgy. The fact I could also look down and have an instant barrier between me and others helped my shyness too. But I knew to some people, it made me look feminine. Strike three with most ladies but hey, my size and features already made people think I was a girl even when I had short hair so it's not like it made that much of a difference. So now you understand I was shy and insecure, intimidated by women. But I still dreamed of finding that special someone who... Aww, who am I kidding. I wanted to get hot and sweaty with a girl. I just wanted to no longer be a virgin. I just wanted sex. And now that this wonderful website helped me understand how to train women like a pet, I couldn't fail.
The website pointed out that, even though all women just wanted to be dominated, BDSM was one of the few places women could honestly admit it. The success of '50 Shades of Grey' proved that, and BDSM seemed like my way to get right to the point. I'd followed the links from the Red Pill site and it confirmed there were tons of beautiful, submissive women just looking for a dominant man. If it was on the internet, it must be true. I read everything on those websites and committed it to memory. It looked like I just had to meet a woman who I could order into being my sex slave and do all the nasty, dirty things I wanted them to do... It did seem I could make any woman my sex slave with my newfound knowledge, but the women affiliated with BDSM would be less work. That was probably a good thing given my shyness and size. That's why when I found an advertisement for a nearby thing called a 'BDSM munch', which was where BDSM people would hang out, I just had to go.
The meeting was at a pub. At first I thought I was in the wrong place because when I told people I was a dominant looking for submissive sex slaves, they just kept asking to see my ID and proof of age. But the Red Pill site said I had to act alpha, act direct, and everything else would happen naturally. I figured I'd just had the bad luck to talk to the wrong people. So I sat in a corner watching all these beautiful women at the pub and trying to figure out which ones were ready to rip off their clothes as soon as an alpha male commanded them. I ordered drink after drink and I might've had a few too many. But slowly, my shyness began to erode as the drinks took effect. I finally got enough confidence to speak to one fellow who had been talking to some gorgeous women, but who was now quietly sitting by himself. I asked him if he was an alpha male. He didn't seem to know what I was talking about, so I told him all about what I'd read online. It turned out he was a very cordial guy. At first as I talked, he'd chuckle. The more I talked, the more he was laughing, smiling and patting me on the back. He pretty much laughed at just about everything I said. We were getting along great! Since he seemed to be in such a good mood, I just kept talking. Finally, he stopped me and said he had some friends who I had to talk to because they'd really enjoy hearing what I was saying. He hopped up, and wandered about the pub. As he returned, he was accompanied by three lovely ladies. Jackpot! These must be the submissive women! Once I got a look at them, I was in heaven!
The three ladies introduced themselves as Azda, Tori and Michelle. There were some things they all had in common. First, they were all very tall, beautiful amazons. I'm talking knockouts who could all be models. I wasn't the tallest guy but the shortest of the three, Azda, my head barely came up to her chin and Tori, the tallest, towered over me! Not to mention they all looked to be very fit women. Azda was dark-skinned, I think middle eastern, with curly black hair. She had a dancers physique and a very feminine, yet muscular body. Tori was the biggest and was built like a very feminine construction worker. I think she looked stronger than any of the men in the bar, but with her friendly smile, blonde pixie cut and sexy curves, she could easily be a plus size model. The corset she was wearing certainly emphasized her considerable assets and placed them directly at my eye level. I admit I snuck more than one glance at Tori's enormous breasts, but I was super subtle so she wouldn't notice. And Michelle was your typical biker chick, with tanned skin, long, straight shoulder length red hair tied in a low ponytail and dressed in leather with silver accessories. She wasn't as big and muscular as Tori, but her leather armless vests showed toned biceps that confirmed she was a woman used to hard lifting.
It was a little intimidating. I'd hoped to at least find a woman who was my size or smaller than I was to start with. But I remembered what the website said about how being an alpha was about attitude and the natural weakness of women, not size, and I turned it on. It worked! All of them were very excited to hear me talk about how women were all naturally submissive. I went on and on about the things I'd learned from the website. But I was smart enough to make sure I didn't give credit to anyone else. I wanted to make them think this was all me and the way I thought. That's what an alpha would do. Everything I said, they were smiling and nodding and laughing and we all were having a good time. Feeling the effect of the drinks, I decided to make my move and establish myself with these ladies just as the website had said. I told them how I was an alpha male and a veteran dominant. It might've been a lie, but the website said lying to women was fine. To cover the lie, I just told them that I'd lived in another place until recently and that's why they hadn't seen me before. The ladies couldn't get enough of me being alpha! The ladies suggested we should move out of the main pub area and move to the back where there were private booths more set up for dining. A private booth with three beautiful ladies? Yes please! Soon just the four of us were sitting at a semi-private table. I realized that I'd finished my drink, and going to get another would require me to climb past the seated ladies. What would an alpha male do? Suddenly I was struck with inspiration.
"Woman", I said, looking Azda directly in her beautiful amber eyes... A technique I'd learned from the websites. "Fetch me amother... another beer." That got all the ladies laughing, even more when Azda replied.
"At once, my master" she said. She stood up, then dropped into a perfect curtsy before heading off for the beer. It was working! It was all true! You just have to be dominant, order women around, and they will do what you say! Oh, why hadn't I learned that years ago? Everyone was smiling and laughing, and I laughed along. But Michelle was quick to follow up.
"I'm sorry, my master. This might be different where you are from, but I wanted to make sure you understood we are strictly 'no play' at our munches. They are just to meet and have conversation." Well, I didn't want to do anything suspicious. And to be honest, I was just enjoying having the women hanging off my every word. I wasn't even 100% sure what that meant, so 'just conversation' was fine. My lips still loose from the alcohol, conversation came freely. And Azda, acting the part of the serving wench, made sure I never had an empty glass for long. The girls were very interested in everything I had to say about how men are naturally dominant and women are naturally submissive. They couldn't get enough, and seemed to find me so witty there was laughter in the air the entire time. It was all my dreams coming true! Until something strange happened.
The conversation had turned to sex and Michelle made a comment like how hard it must be for an alpha male with so many women unable to resist his charms and constantly begging for sex. And then they laughed. But that reminded me of one of the things I'd read on the website.
"Rape is a shosiet.. societal construct! It's not real." The laughter turned into curious smiles and Azda tilted her head.
"What are you talking about?", she said. I was a bit fuzzy, but could almost see the words of the web page in front of my eyes. So I just recited it back.
"Nature designed men to be bigger and stronger and gave men a penis so they could have sex when they wanted. It's just natural design! Women are made to be taken!" I looked up expecting laughs, but they were all looking at me without a smile. Michelle was the first to speak.
"So you're saying just because men are bigger and stronger, they should be able to have sex with women without consent?", she said coldly.
"No" I said. "Because they're bigger and stronger and have a pena... penetrating sexual organ. Nature made it that way" The ladies looked down at me, then at each other. Then Tori abruptly spoke.
"I think we need to go to the bathroom." And they all got up and left just like that. So weird, how women all went to the bathroom together. And they seemed so serious. What was going on?
But the answer to that happened as soon as they returned. Obviously nothing strange was happening, it was just my imagination. They were all smiles again. I guess they all just needed to do their woman functions or something. In fact, when they got back, they were so happy they asked me out! Michelle spoke.
"Maybe you'd like to come to the special event scheduled this weekend?" I had to stop and think about that. A task that I was actually having to work at given my previous alcohol consumption. "It's a huge convention, with people coming from all over the country! I guarantee you'll be the center of attention." A special event? For the first time, I wavered. All over the country? Could I really keep up my alpha male persona with such a crowd? It was tough with just three women, maybe that was a bit much for my second time out. But just as I started to come up with an excuse so I could decline... "After all, as a new alpha male in the area, you will need to present yourself and go through the introduction ceremony." I nodded as if I knew what the heck an introduction ceremony was and merely forgotten when of course, I had no idea. But now it sounded like something I couldn't weasel out of. Tori was obviously excited.
"It would be so much fun to serve at the feet of such an experienced alpha male as yourself." At this, Tori gave a mischievous grin. "May we be the ones who will guide you for your introduction ceremony? It would be an honour." Michelle nodded along, then was thoughtful for a moment.
"You'll need the proper attire for the ceremony. I have a client who is about your size. You won't have to bring a thing, the three of us can supply you with everything." Being a small guy who usually had to custom buy my outfits, I was surprised she had anything in my size. What luck! I started to ask about this other guy who was her client. Michelle somewhat reluctantly answered, "Well, I didn't exactly say it was a guy..." I had a few drinks by that point, so it took me far too long to figure out what she was saying. And then it hit me.
"Oh, she's a girl? I can't wear a dress! I'm an afa.. alpa.. alpha male!" I may have had a bit too much to drink, but I covered so smoothly, I'm sure none of the ladies noticed. Michelle was quick to answer my concerns.
"No dresses, don't worry, oh master." Oh. So like robes or something. I guess that made sense for a ceremony. "And Azda sews all her own dancing outfits, so we'll take your measurements and we can do the alterations to make sure it's your size. I promise you that everything will fit perfectly, master." And as her name was mentioned, Azda was suddenly there with another beer, giving another curtsy as she placed it in front of me. As I downed the ice cold drink, I thought how unbelievably easy this was now that I knew the secret. I felt like I already had my own little harem at my beck and call. Which one would I have sex with first? The ladies kept the free drinks coming and even started to buy me some of the harder stuff. As I fantasized about a four-way with the ladies in front of me, Tori suddenly picked me up and put me squarely in her lap. Initially I tried to squirm away, but I was going nowhere. Tori was so big yet so gentle, I felt like a child in her arms. At first I was concerned this might not be appropriate for an alpha male to be sitting in someone's lap. But then Tori hugged me and my face was smushed into those enormous breasts. Each one was almost as big as my head! Aww... who cared if it was appropriate. Being an alpha male was about doing what you wanted to do, so if I wanted to sit on her lap, I would. I spent the rest of the night on her lap, alternately being hugged into that soft cleavage or being petted or massaged. At one point she was playing with my hair. I don't know what she did, but it got the other girls laughing. When I tried to get to a mirror to get a look at what she'd done, Tori held me with one hand and undid whatever she did with the other. As much as I struggled, I wasn't able to move until she was done. But I didn't really mind it. For someone who hadn't been as much as touched by a girl my whole life, even stroking my hair made my toes curl. I could easily get used to this.
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. I remember Michelle with her cell phone out, taking my picture. Sitting in Tori's lap, I tried to strike a pose as if I were a king on a throne. But when I looked at the pictures, I looked more like a little kid sitting on his mothers lap. Bah. I'd just get her to delete those photos later. I think she was even taking video too. She kept asking me questions about dominants and submissives, what it meant to be an alpha and how women were natural servants. I don't remember much of what I said, it's all fuzzy, but I remember everyone just paying rapt attention when I spoke. I guess being drunk made me a good speaker! I remember Azda getting out a tape measure and her and Michelle getting all my measurements, so I did get off Tori's lap for a bit. Having two amazing bodies so close to me, I managed to stealthily brush my arm against Azda's boobs a few times, so smooth she didn't even notice. And I may have casually rubbed my groin on Michelle's smoking hot behind a few times, but she didn't react at all, so I knew I'd snuck that by too. Even drunk, I was too smooth for these ladies.
I don't even remember how I got home, but when I woke up the next morning, and when I'd recovered from the horrible, brutal hangover, I had a smile on my face the whole rest of the week. This weekend was going to be awesome.
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The week seemed to take forever, but when the day of the event arrived, I was so ready. I was showered and clean, every part of me was scrubbed clean. I was feeling so confident, I'd actually put my freshly washed hair back into a ponytail. I wouldn't need to be shy and hide behind it tonight! I'd be on the arm of three gorgeous women! I put on a black shirt, black pants with some black sneakers, the most dominant clothes I owned. Even though they were providing my outfit, I wanted to look the part when we met up. I just kept remembering how those ladies in the bar had been unable to keep their hands off me. I had a feeling I'd be getting so much sex, I'd even forced myself not to masturbate for the whole week. So I was horny as hell and ready to go. As I was leaving, I tossed a condom in my wallet... Then another... Then two more. Hey, one for each and a spare. No reason not to play it safe! My cab was soon there, and I was on my way!
My bright, shiny mood faded as I stepped out of the cab. I was sure this was the address the ladies gave me. It was a large convention center, and it did have some advertisements for a BDSM fetish event, but the ads said it was women only? That couldn't be right. But even that wasn't for hours and everything was quiet. Maybe it was a different event? I cursed that I'd let the cab leave. After walking around a bit looking for the event I assumed the ladies had invited me for, I found nothing. I must have the wrong address. I was just looking around for a business that might have a phone I could borrow when I saw the three ladies walking up. I was so relieved. They were dressed much more modestly than at the pub, wearing simple street clothes. They smiled when they saw me, and I returned the smile. When I asked about the event, they told me it didn't start until much later, but they had wanted to get me and themselves ready, so that's why we were meeting early.
"Did you really think that an event like this would start mid-afternoon? Don't you remember us discussing this?" Michelle asked. I didn't want to admit I could barely remember anything from later that night through my alcohol impaired memory, so I just acted as if I had.
"Oh right, of course."
The girls led me around to a back entrance that they had a key for. Azda was quick to fill me in.
"Luckily this venue is part of a performing arts studio, so it has a whole backstage area with showers, change rooms and vanity stations so we can prepare. And since we're here early we have it all to ourselves"
I walked in with a huge grin on my face. There was a whole wall of brightly lit vanity mirrors... Brightly lit stations where people got themselves ready before going out on stage. On the far side, clothing racks with a mix of clothes and garment bags hanging off hangars. But we seemed to be headed towards a shower area. As I stood there on the tile floor, surrounded by the ladies, I was about to ask what happens next. Before I could, they started taking off my clothes!
Michelle took out my ponytail holder, and quickly tucked my long hair up under a plastic cap, while the other girls took off my shirt, pants, socks and shoes and stripped me down to my undershorts! Tori held me under my arms while Azda yanked my pants off! Holy cow! Were we were all going to have sex now? I was ready! Or at least that was what I thought. Instead, the ladies immediately began squirting this foul smelling lotion on their hands, and began putting the lotion all over my body.
"What's this?", I asked. Michelle didn't even look up.
"It's part of the cleansing process for new masters. Everyone knows that!" Not wishing to show that I was new to all this, I nodded along.
"Oh, right, of course." But then I realized I'd made a mistake that might blow my cover! Michelle just called me a 'new master' and I'd told them I wasn't new. I blurted out.
"But I'm not new. I'm a veteran master!" Again, Michelle had an immediate answer.
"Master seems to have forgotten that he is new to this area. So of course he must go through our cleansing process as proscribed by the...umm... The book of master care." The girls all looked up smiling, and I could really tell they were enjoying helping me out, which made me feel even better.
"Yes, yes, of course. Please continue", I said, acting as alpha as I could standing in my undershorts before three large, beautiful women.
Michelle started talking about how handy it was for there to be a major event scheduled right when I got into the area when suddenly, my shorts were yanked down. Inside I freaked, but I didn't dare let them see any of that on the face of an alpha. So I put my hands on my hips, did my best superman pose and forced a confident look, acting like it was no big deal. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see all the ladies looking at what I had on display and my confidence quickly deflated. Nooo!! I froze in panic, still holding the pose. What a horrible time for my shyness to kick in! Worse, there seemed to be a cold breeze, making things even smaller down below! I tried to think of other things and radiate as much confidence as I could.
After some quiet moments that seemed to last hours, Azda responded by massaging the lotion around my privates and... Let's just say it felt very good. Some of the things that had shriveled started to grow again. I really didn't care what ceremonies they wanted to go through as long as she gently stroked me. All too soon it was done, I was quickly ushered into a shower and they closed the door.
"Don't do it yet, but when we tell you, shower yourself off." I had no idea what was going on, but I waited as instructed. The smell was so bad. After a while, it started to feel like it was getting hot. I asked if it was time yet, but Michelle told me to wait. Soon it felt like my skin was starting to burn! I started having to hop around in discomfort. I told them something was wrong but they said it might burn a little. Finally, when I was unable to take it anymore, they told me to shower off and I did so gratefully, putting the cold water on full. But as I did, I noticed all my body hair was coming off with it!
"My hair is coming off!", I said, slightly panicked.
"Is it? Oh dear, we must've let it on too long." Not only was I hairless below my eyebrows, but my skin felt super-sensitive and was glowing bright pink like I had a bad sunburn. "At least you're fully cleansed!"
Finally I was clean, but all my hair was gone! So as I toweled dry, my skin feeling super sensitive so I could feel even the slightest breeze on me, I was distracted. I barely noticed when Azda came into the shower area with what looked like a plastic bag of soapy water and a length of flexible tubing. Once I noticed it, I wanted to ask what it was, but I felt like a master should know, so I kept quiet. Azda told me to kneel on the bench, then tuck my knees under my chin.
"Like this?" I said, my behind sticking up in the air. I had obeyed her instructions instantly, and only now I realized how ridiculous I must look. It was like I was bowing before her, groveling. I could not have felt more vulnerable or less like an alpha male. What would an alpha male do? Not this!! This was going all wrong and I did what I normally did in stressful situations. My shyness took over and I froze. Azda didn't hesitate to take advantage.
"You are clean on the outside. Now we clean your insides!" The next thing I know, the tubing was up my back end. In one smooth move it was inside me! I could feel warm water flowing into my gut from the wrong direction! I froze! It felt so strange I didn't want to move! I'd never done anything like this before. What was happening? When she told me to hold it, I did. My stomach burned, my insides churned, and finally I had to let it out. It's safe to say I exploded all over the shower stall in a disgusting mess. We used the shower nozzle to wash the stinky mess all down the drain. I thought we were done, but then she had me do it again! And then a third time! "There you go. All cleaned out! You won't have to go to the bathroom for days!" As I was feeling a little shaken and my legs a little wobbly, all I had energy for was a faint smile, happy it was over and I was finally 'cleansed' and glad it was over.
"And now it's time to get master dressed!" When I had been dreaming about this day, I had happily imagined the fierce outfit I was going to be wearing. I couldn't wait to see it. But now that it was about to be revealed, I could barely muster energy to walk over to it. They say the clothes make the man, and I knew just from how involved this whole thing had been that these ladies were not the kind to just be happy with a black shirt and black pants. Despite my wobbly legs, my curiosity was still there. What would they have for me? My first clue that things weren't quite going as expected began when Michelle began unzipping a garment bag and pulled out a massive bundle of pink fur.
"What's that?", I asked.
"This is your outfit, oh master." Azda responded while Michelle seemed to be unfolding the pile of pink fur. It seemed to be some kind of pink, furry mascot costume? At least that was my first impression. But that couldn't be right.
"It's PINK!" I said, and a bit of panic crept into my voice. I couldn't help it.
"You have to wear pink for the welcoming ceremony as is written in the.. Ah..." Azda started to respond, but Michelle helpfully added, "Master care book".
"Yes, that." Azda nodded, as if she was a teacher telling a school child why they needed to learn math. I stared at her, and finally she explained. "When a new master arrives in an area, they wear pink to announce their arrival. Surely you're aware of the tradition?" I was staring at the pink fur in horror, knowing there was nothing pink and furry that I ever wanted to wear. I am an alpha male! Before I spoke, I was suddenly reminded that I needed these ladies to think I was a veteran master. The girls were all looking at me. If this was really how they did it in that master book, I had to act like I knew this was coming.
"Oh, sure, of course", I lied. "It's just been a while since we had a new master in our area and I'd forgotten." Whew. I was impressed how smoothly I'd covered that up. No one asked further questions or even seemed the slightest bit suspicious about my lack of knowledge. I'd been staring at the pink fur so much, I hadn't seen the other things the girls were getting ready. I just started to look around when Azda suddenly said 'NOW!'.
Immediately, Tori came up from behind, putting a hand in each of my armpits and lifting me well into the air. I was a little disturbed by how effortlessly she hoisted me, my legs dangling. Azda and Michelle both squirted some kind of liquid onto their latex gloved hands, and the next thing I know, they were both massaging between my legs! Ahhhh, it was so cold! Azda was putting it all over my boy bits, and Michelle was putting it in my backside, even massaging it up into my butt crack!
"What are you doing now?" I asked, but none of the ladies responded, they just kept working. Once they were done, Tori lowered me so that my toes could just about touch the ground Azda took her gloves off, and began pulling the pink furry suit up my legs. From the outside, it looked like a big baggy suit. But inside, everything was super tight. Azda really had to work to pull the tight, inner lining up my skinny legs. Tori held me, impassioned, and insuring I didn't move while this was going on. As strange as that was, it became much stranger when the suit got up to my groin. That's when Michelle took over. Still wearing her gloves, I could feel her threading my boy bits into some kind of cold metal inside the front! There was a click and it felt like something was grabbing my bits! But that was nothing compared to what she did next. I could feel her fishing around in back with the suit, when suddenly.. WHA! I could feel something clearly pushing up my backside, pushing into me, just like what had happened in the shower! I tried to clench, tried to force the intruder back out, but she just kept telling me to relax, relax and the pressure just kept increasing. I was not going to relax.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I tried squirming, but she kept the pressure on. Finally I could hold no more and I felt something enormous entering me. It wouldn't stop! It was far bigger than what they'd used in the shower! It kept coming and coming! There was something inside my behind! Inside me! I really felt like I had to go to the bathroom and get this thing out of me! AAAAHHHH. I barely had time to register before that was followed by another click.
I was in shock. As I felt something hard and unyielding squeezing me in the front, and something actually pushed up and inside me in the rear, both ladies took advantage of my complete distraction by each taking one of my hands, and slipping a black leather bag over each hand. In a second, I was wearing what looked like black, padded boxing gloves with no thumb. Both ladies pulled a strap tight around my wrist and tied it off, and before it had even registered that I should complain, I'd lost the use of my hands. They were now bounds into little fists and I was completely unable to open my hand. Soon the ladies were both threading my arms into the suit and pulling the sleeves up over my arms. It was very tight, so they had to grab and move a bit of the sleeve a small distance, then grab another piece and repeat. While this was happening, I was bent over and my head went through an opening, and my head popped out the other side. The neck lining had some kind of hard plastic tube, split into two halves and as soon as my head was through, the ladies clicked the tube together around my neck. This stretched my neck up and kept my head facing forward, unable to turn it to look side to side or up and down.
The ladies kept pushing my sleeves up, and I kept expecting my hands to pop out the ends of the sleeves. But they seemed satisfied and left them before that happened. I guess the sleeves were longer than my arms? I couldn't really tell because my hands were still held in those thumbless boxing gloves.
Tori finally let go of me. From behind, I could feel her pulling slightly, which rapidly changed to her pulling very intensely! I quickly realized she was lacing up the back of my outfit like you'd lace up a corset! I could hear the whizzing of the strings as they tightened, and then I could barely breath! It tightened all around my torso, all the way up to my neck! Soon I felt squeezed from toes to right under my chin! Some kind of flap was folded over, and I could hear a zipper being pulled up.
Understand that the time from when I'd been lifted into the air by Tori until this point was maybe a minute. The ladies all knew exactly what they were doing and had acted with the precision of a design team behind the scenes of a fashion show. I'd barely been able to react. My cries were ignored, my squirming resistance hadn't slowed them down... And by the time I started to panic, Azda was tying a large fuchsia bow around the tube holding my neck immobile, with a large CLICK as she fastened a heart shaped padlock around my neck. All that was left was for Tori to start attaching some kind of harness to my outfit. I could barely think... Due, in no small part, to the sound of tinkling bells that now seemed to be following me around. I started into Azda's eyes as she slowly, gently brought my face forward. She leaned down, her face going towards mine... Was she going to kiss me? That would make it all worth it! Caught in the moment, I closed my eyes and puckered up my lips, only to suddenly feel something quickly pushed into my mouth! When I opened my eyes, Azda was securing some kind of muzzle about my head. I could feel her tightening something behind my head, and a weight pushing down. I tried to complain, but the muzzle that covered the bottom half of my face, including my mouth made it very difficult. With some kind of gag in my mouth and my lower jaw held tight by the muzzle, the only noise I could make was a gentle 'MMmmhhph!'. What was going on?! And where were those jingling bells coming from? The ladies started talking.
"Well, that went smoother than the rehearsal", Michelle said.
"All that time we spent planning what we'd do if he fought, what we'd do if he tried to escape... See, I told you it was wasted time." Tori seemed to be scolding Azda, but she had a smile while she was doing it. Azda stuck out her tongue at Tori.
"How was I supposed to know that an 'alpha male' would freeze like a deer in headlights?" she said. Wait... Were they talking about me? I tried to tell them that they were wrong, I was an alpha male. But whatever muzzle Azda had wrapped around my face made it impossible to articulate anything. 'Mmmmhhhph!' was all I could say.
The ladies just seemed to ignore me for the moment and went about whatever tasks they were doing. I took mental inventory of my situation. Besides the muzzle that rendered me speechless, of course. Inside, my arms and legs were wrapped in a material so tight, I couldn't bend at the knees or elbows. My head was held motionless, with my neck wrapped in some kind of support that kept me only looking straight forward. The thick padding that was between the skintight inner suit and the fuzzy pink outer layer, particularly at my sides, forced me to hold my arms straight out. I could wiggle them, but not much. My legs were similarly straight out and I had so much padding between my legs that I couldn't really bring my feet together, so my only option was to stand with my feet spread. If someone had told me to look like a five-pointed star, this is how I would've stood. I tried to take a tentative step. I realized that I probably could walk, barely, but I'd move like an infant. A wide-stanced waddle was all I could do. But the really strange thing was that while almost all of me was wrapped in this very tight suit, I swear I could feel a slight breeze blowing on the skin of my butt cheeks? How was that possible? My train of thought was halted as Tori approached.
Tori had been assembling some kind of harness, and now she approached. Soon she was putting the loops around my chest and shoulders, linking straps that I could hear 'click' into position. Already curious about what was happening to me, I was equally curious as to what she was doing. Soon, I had my answer. Tori began pulling and twisting the harness. Immediately, I began moving at her command. With simple mechanical leverage, Tori was manipulating that harness and I, like a puppet on a string, took a step, then another. My movements were met with the ringing of bells. I must've had a bell on me somewhere, but, forced to look ahead only, I couldn't see one. The tinkling noise taunted me, the most irritating noise and it followed me as I moved. Just as I'd expected, the best I could do was walking like a drunken baby but that seemed to be exactly what she wanted. As she forced me to helplessly walk around the room, I realized that at least she was moving me towards the mirrors. Just a few more steps and I'd be able to finally see...
I stared into the mirror, unable to believe what I was looking at!
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OMG! WHAT HAD THEY DONE TO ME?! It was the most humiliating outfit you could imagine. I was a pink fuzzy rabbit, with a bright white fuzzy belly. I had big stuffed arms and legs, with no wrists or ankles, just big padded paws where my hands and feet should've been. It goes without saying that I had no way to use my hands. They were uniformly stuffed the whole way, although there were fuchsia pink bows with white hearts where my ankles should've been, and fuchsia paws marks where my fingers and toes should've been! The 'muzzle' that had been fastened on me was actually an unbearably cute bunny mask that made me look like a brainless smiling pink child's toy! Now, in the mirror, I could see where the damn bells sounds were coming from. I had huge bunny ears, with bells hanging from the tips of the ears like the bunny equivalent of pierced ears? Worst of all was the big fuchsia heart around my neck. Worst because it had a lock with a keyhole... Opening that lock was the only way to get me out of that outfit. It was right there... Anyone could unlock me with little effort. But I couldn't even bend my elbows enough to reach the front of my suit and even if I could, I had no fingers to grab the keys. It was clear, there was no way I could escape this insane stuffed rabbit suit. It was my padded prison until someone let me out.
Tori tied the harness around a nearby makeup chair, rendering me unable to move. But I barely noticed. I was still in shock, staring at myself in the mirror. As I stared at myself in the mirror, Michelle came up beside me. In her hand, she had what looked like a huge rubber carrot. The only thing was, the wide end of the carrot had a huge white puffball instead of the leafy green stalk you'd expect to see on a carrot. That seemed strange. What was she going to do with the carrot and why did she have such an evil smile? Held in place by the harness, I couldn't move as her hand, the one without the carrot, seemed to dip down behind me. And then I got a huge shock... I felt her reach behind me. I could feel her fingers tracing along my exposed buttocks. Then the next thing I felt were her fingers move down, down and touching me from the inside! I jumped and squirmed, but in that harness, I could barely move. How? She giggled, and waved the carrot at me in the mirror. And I remembered, when they'd put me into the suit, I'd felt something pushed up into my rear. But I'd interpreted the sensation as something solid. Now I realized it was far worse than I could've imagined. Whatever was back there... It was hollow and held in place by the suit. And that meant I was open to anything going back there! That website I'd read... It didn't say anything explicitly about this situation. But I knew that they certainly wouldn't see anything that was happening as the slightest bit alpha! Quite the opposite!
In the next moment, I felt something pushing in my rear entrance! It felt like that carrot was the size of a tree trunk! If my knees hadn't been locked, I would've fell on them. As the carrot moved into place, I heard a large click. AAAAAHHHH! I felt stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey!
"And now the bunny has his cute little fluffy bunny tail" Michelle said, and all three ladies laughed. "Now you just wait there while we finish getting ready. Then we'll do your hair and makeup. You know, I think you'd look adorable with a nice fringe and your hair in some darling ringlets!" She was going to cut my hair into bangs? Makeup? I had to escape!
In less than a minute, I'd tried every possible thing I could think of to escape. Trust me, I tried everything. I wasn't going anywhere. Anything I wanted to move I couldn't move. And the parts of my body I could move... They were dealing with some pretty unique sensations at the moment, so I didn't want to move them either. It began to sink in that I was completely helpless and at the girls mercy. All I could do was hope that this was all just some kind of hazing and it wouldn't be that bad... As the ladies began cutting and curling my hair, I saw them open a big bag of extensions, all the same colour as my hair. Soon the weight on my head increased and I started looking more and more like a stuffed toy doll. There was absolutely no sight of anything remotely 'alpha male'...
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As we stood on stage before hundreds of women, Azda looked resplendent in her white figure hugging gown. With her makeup, she looked like an Egyptian queen. Michelle had traded her biker clothes for a black leather corset and fishnet stockings with her black knee high heels. She had a whip on her belt. When this had all started, the Red Pill website had told me that all women were naturally submissive. Neither lady looked the slightest bit submissive...
Tori at least looked somewhat submissive. I mean, she was the biggest and strongest looking person in the room. But she was dressed in a pale yellow little girls dress with an enormous ribbon on top of her head and with a diaper peeking out from under the frilly petticoats of the skirt. Tori was a large woman, both in height and size, but the dress was scaled to her perfectly so if you just saw her from afar, you would have no clue she wasn't a tiny child. Only once you got close did you realize how huge she was! Her diaper was so big and padded, I probably could've jumped in it and wrapped it around myself like a sleeping bag!
The three of us all stood on a stage in front of a full auditorium! Well, at least Azda and Michelle were standing. Tori was sitting with me balanced on her knee. She had me perfectly balanced on my puffy little tail. So whenever she felt like bouncing me on her knee, everyone else saw a cute little girl bouncing a dolly. Whereas I felt a big carrot being driven into places the sun doesn't go! From my perch, I could see I was the only man in the entire place. Which would've been great news if I hadn't been locked into a stuffed rabbit outfit! I tried to say something, but as before, the muzzle locked on my face made me unable to do much more than grunt. A fact brought home when Tori surprised me by suddenly bouncing me on her knee again! I couldn't help myself. The feeling of that huge carrot moving around inside me left me no choice but to squirm and thrash about. But the suit was so tight and so padded, I could barely move at all. I grunted and waved my arms and legs helplessly as the intruder drove into my innards, little bells ringing in celebration and the curls the ladies had put into my now massive hair bouncing along. It made it hard to keep an ear on what Adza and Michelle were saying.
"We're just out here for a few minutes before the proper show starts" Azda said to the crowd. "But we thought we had a little something that we wanted to share with all of you." With that, the lights dimmed, and a video began playing on the huge screen behind us. Tori turned me around so I could see... Taking the opportunity to bounce me on her knee a few more times. I winced as I looked up at the screen. It was me! That night at the pub. Oh, I looked so drunk. Much of that night was a fog, but I could clearly remember Michelle taking video with her phone and asking me questions. What I couldn't remember was what we'd talked about or what I'd said. So I was watching that screen as raptly as anyone in the audience... And with about as much knowledge of what were were going to see.
"So you've been telling us all night about this idea of an 'alpha male'. You're an alpha male, right?" An off-screen voice asked. I recognized it as Michelle.
"Yerr damn right I am!", I said, with the sincerity that only the drunk can manage.
"Now, you were telling us earlier that women are naturally submissive, and should do whatever men tell them, right?" With that, there was a round of gasps in the auditorium. A voice shouted out something about it not being the 50s anymore. Another voice yelled out and called me a very bad name. If I hadn't been worried before, I was worried now. A whole room of people was getting riled up by what I was saying. But I didn't remember any of what was being shown on the screen. I stared at the screen, begging my face up there not to say anything that would upset the room further.
"Thass right! A woman's place submissively behind the alpha male! A few minutes with any women and she'll be unable to resist him." I could hear murmurs of upset. As I listened, I realized I was quoting lines directly from one of the websites I'd read. Tori took that moment to bounce me up and down on her knee again! As I wiggled and squirmed, I realized it must look to the audience like I was cheering! Like I was supporting what was being said on the screen. More angry murmurs at my antics proved me right. I tried to turn to look at Tori, like somehow my glare would make her stop. But she wasn't even looking, her eyes were focused up at the screen everyone was watching. Reluctantly, my eyes returned.
"Earlier, you mentioned that there was no such thing as rape? Why do you think that?"
"Noooo", I slurred on the video. Please, please, I hoped my drunken self had told them how I really felt. That I was just some dumb virgin with no experience with women who read some stuff on a website that was obviously wrong. That I didn't really believe any of that stuff, I was just saying it to impress them.
"Rape implies that women shouldn't be having sex whenever men want. But they should!" I wanted to shout to everyone that the guy on the screen was an idiot. That it wasn't me! But of course I couldn't... Because it was me. "Nature made men bigger and stronger and gave them a penis and women a hole so women couldn't say no. It's just the natural way!" There were more gasps, some very angry things were said in my direction. I wanted to scream out to everyone that I was just regurgitating what I'd read on the website in my drunken state. I wanted to show everyone in the room that I didn't support that at all! Instead, a few more bounces by Tori and my waving arms and legs again looked instead like I was cheering what was being said. I tried to resist, but it was impossible to stay still.
"What if a women didn't want to have sex? What should she do? What options should she have?", Michelle's voice continued.
"She should lie back and think of England!" Bounce, bounce, bounce. Nooo! Don't make it look like I was cheering for that! I tried, but I just couldn't help myself. Trussed up this tight suit, bounced like a children's toy, I just couldn't keep my limbs from swinging around like an American football cheerleader and making every woman in this room hate me with a passion. I didn't even know what that saying meant! I'd just read it on the website and in my drunken state I'd parroted it back. But the women in the crowd seemed to know what it meant and they were not happy.
"So you're saying if you are big and strong and have a penis, women should run around naked so you can stick it in them when you want?" And for a moment, I had a feeling of deja vu. Wait a minute, I remembered this question. And didn't I say...
"Nooo! They should wear something cute. Something pink and tight. Oh, I really like those bunny outfits. That would be so hot. And hey, anyone wearing an outfit like that is asking for it anyway." I meant an outfit like a playboy bunny... And suddenly I connected what I was wearing to what I'd just said. Oh no, oh no. Of all things, why did I say that, I asked myself as I again rapidly bounced up and down on Tori's knee, listening to those maddening bells as I appeared to cheer what I'd just said on the screen. But this time the sounds of outrage were fading, overwhelmed by laughter from the audience as the people in the crowd began to understand where this was all heading...
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I found myself at a booth at the event. Tori had used the harness to tie me to some sort of reinforced bar. I wiggled and squirmed, but I was held fast. I could do nothing but stand, my back to the crowd. I peered around moving my eyes from side to side... The line of women waiting for the booth stretched all the way around the convention center! Michelle came up beside me. I grunted, I tried to use my eyes to show I was sorry, to beg for her to release me. I tried to look down at the heart shaped lock under my chin, then at the nearby table on which the key sat. I think she got the idea.
"Why would you want to leave? Look at all the women that nature has made bigger and stronger than you. And nature has given you a hole..." She smiled as some strange woman came up behind me. And she bent down to whisper in my ear. "If only they had a penis!", she mocked. Michelle took a ticket from her and started to hand her a bundle of straps, but the strange women declined.
"I brought my own", I heard the strange woman say. Resigned, all I could do was look up at the banner over the booth. It read 'Your Chance!' in big letters, then underneath it said 'Pegging an Alpha Male!'. On the table with the key, nearby sat my carrot. I never thought I'd wish that carrot was safely back where it was before, instead of on that table. Azda helped the strange women tighten the dildo harness she was wearing. My eyes went wide as I caught a glimpse of the enormous beast she had attached and as I thought about where that was going. I couldn't help myself, I struggled mightily but it was, as always, futile. Michelle smiled. The sign promised a prize if the women could make my bells ring. Given how tightly I was restrained, that took a lot of effort to make me move at all. Everyone woman so far had won a prize.
"You were absolutely right. Women can't resist having sex with an alpha male... Look at all the women lining up!" All three women laughed as I realized that maybe, just maybe, all women aren't naturally submissive. Maybe, just maybe, the Red Pill site was full of absolute garbage. But before the strange lady began her attempt to win a prize, Michelle had one last thing to say. She leaned over and said "Think of England." Then she laughed and laughed.
Now I knew what that meant. It meant it was going to be a very long night.