Michael's Public Party Humiliation

One of the nice things about my "blog job" (hey, love your work, right?), is that I frequently get emails from fans thanking me for the blog. I almost invariably ask them to tell me a bit about themselves (especially, or exclusively, the kinky bits, naturally). I think I have a pretty good "bullshit detector", and can usually figure out exaggerations or outright fantasies. Amidst some of that, I receive many true accounts that are downright weird and wonderful. I came across one the other day where I asked permission to recount it, which I received.

The event in question occurred at a "play party" at a private couple's home and involved considerable embarrassment for this "poor" 'fella.

He is a mid-50’s gentleman who lives in the suburbs, and is named michael. michael is slender and decent looking, although quite hairy all over (if he was mine, he would not be for long). He has had femdom fantasies for as long as he can remember, and after his divorce a few years ago he decided it was time to explore them. So he's engaged in a lot of kink over the past few years. One of the things he is quite into is chastity. He locks himself up regularly, much to the amusement of his play partners (and myself - as you'll see shortly).

One thing he was not that experienced at was having foreign objects shoved up his butt, so I personally helped him to get over that, insisting he put larger and larger things into himself, and sit on the washing machine on his dildo to really loosen himself up. Naturally I demanded photographic evidence of his "stretching regime", and received it. World, meet "michael" as I know him:

I often receive naked pictures of men, and quite enjoy it. Sometimes, as in this case, I demand them. Most ask me in advance if they may send them to me. I find that to be quaint but unnecessary. I am perfectly fine receiving unsolicited "dick pics" in my "strictjulie" email account. I also enjoy bumhole shots, well-stuffed butts, red asses from a really well-administered self spanking, and pics of "men" in frilly lingerie. It's what this email account is there for after all. But be careful, they might just get published and your stuffed butt and caged little dick might get shown all over the Internet as is poor michael's here. I don't know, but if I were a guy, I would not go around showing off that tiny little thing and well-stuffed butt, would you? But to each their own I suppose...

Recently michael (pictured above) has gone to a few private play parties mostly with a kinky man and wife couple he had met at a Kink Munch. He really hit it off with this couple on a personal level. She is dominant, and he is into being encased in latex and other materials (and generally being a subby). He's by now helped her wrap him up a few times.

At one party they were playing privately in a bedroom where he was receiving a strict paddling from her. After his paddling she told him to get her a drink, and she said it in a tone of voice that he could tell meant "This is something you are Required to do" as opposed to a friendly request. He was being given an order. He was naked and in the bedroom and the kitchen was across the house. This was his very first public play party. Imagine his embarrassment!

Of course, everyone there was into kink and knew that people did what they did. But he realized he was being sent - deliberately - across the living room, where people were going to chat in between doing things more privately in bedrooms and basement. And he was bare-assed naked with a bright red well-paddled ass. For a split second he was about to point that out, but very quickly said to himself that he was serving, and that he was going to do as he was told. So he walked... across... the living... room... He felt like it took forever and that he was very much blushing, and looking down, not meeting anyone's eyes. His little cock bounced, he was not even erect! He went into the kitchen, filled up a glass for her, and had to walk alllllllll the way back. He heard some snickering, and someone joshed "get the camera!" He says that it was deliciously embarrassing.

As I mentioned above, and as you could see from michael's selfie, chastity is something he is very much "into". The wife of the couple loves his chastity. The husband is not so keen on doing it himself, so she enjoys michael talking to her about it.

Once he was doing a 9-day lockup, and on the last day he was going crazy. He was working at home that day, and so was she - so he texted her and asked if he could do anything for her - errands, chores - and she said he could pick up a bottle of wine for them, or he could walk the dog, or he could give her a backrub. Being exceptionally subby after being in such extended lock-up, he opted for all three. He also gave her a foot massage and extensive foot worship for the first time that she enjoyed.

The couple had a BDSM party in the offing, and he was starting a lockup. She was going out of town for a bit, and she teased that he should lock up when she left, and unlock when she got back. He immediately suggested she take the key with her out of town. She was unsure, worried about losing it. But he told her it would be on a strong key chain; and the spare key would be with him - locked in a small box with a 4-digit code, that she would set. So she would truly be in charge. This must have intrigued her, because she readily agreed.

So he went over to her place a couple of days later to deliver the key, without unlocking himself; and the idea was that she would return the key in more than a week, making it a 12-day lock-up. While sitting there, he was bold, and asked her permission to stay locked until their party. Three weeks total, 21 days with no orgasm. She could not have been happier. (And her husband really enjoyed watching his wife handle that key!)

michael finds that the hormonal imbalance that chastity brings to be quite enlightening. He tells me that the longer a man goes without an orgasm, the more the dopamine builds up (the "courting" hormone); and that once a man cums, the dopamine bottoms out and the prolactin floods in, making the man surly, tired and generally disinterested in what a woman wants.

When he locks himself up, after about 4 or 5 days, he reports that he starts to really crave to do things for a woman - not sexual things (necessarily) but chores and errands. At 9 and 10 days, his body begins to panic about not cumming, and it is a very volatile time. At that point he says he will do just about anything. After 10 days the body and spirit settle in to a place of low-level and almost routine submission. He becomes a different person.

All of michael's previous experiences had been self-lock-ups. This time it was quite different to be locked and know he didn’t have the key on hand and that he had no way of deciding to give up. He was frequently aware of the cage, and aware of the "permanence" of his imprisonment. The sense of being owned was more than a passing fantasy for him. He hadn’t counted on quite how much it would hit him that he was not the "master of his domain" in any way. During this period he did have several text conversations with his key-holder about Female Supremacy, and the Natural Dominance of a Woman. He shared his growing desire to be "filled up", now that his cock was not doing anything - this desire to have some stimulus somewhere. She pointed out to him that he was becoming "ungendered" - not female but certainly not male anymore, just a receptacle to be filled.

During his lock-up he did (with permission) get to give a mutual friend of theirs a little service - he wanted to learn how to paint a woman’s toenails, so he visited this mutual friend to share some wine and chat while he pampered her feet. He recounts that it was a relief to be able to give someone some attention - that this is what chastity does to a man.

The day of the party came, and he was just getting back from a long weekend, still locked up of course . He got to the party towards the beginning, not early enough to help set up, but was able to do a few things, and help get the kitchen in order. It was a suburban house. Common living room for people to hang out, food in the dining room. But the house was quite outfitted with BDSM devices. Upstairs there was massage, fire and wax play, vac-u-bed and other fun activities. The basement was outfitted with a Saint Andrew’s cross, a "stockade", a makeshift bed, and places to attach chains and cuffs on the ceiling and floor. Plus a hang-out couch and some chairs. A little bit of something for everyone.

The wife and he had a nice moment to themselves in the basement, and she discussed how she wanted to use him that evening. His unlocking was to be as public as possible, as was his "punishment" before he was to release. Also, he was going to be plugged, something for which I had prepared him and that his bumhole craved after so many days of having been completely un-manned by her. All of this was to happen in as public a manner as was possible.

The party started. To an onlooker from outside (up to this point) it looked like a perfectly normal party - nobody was walking around in kink gear, everyone was still in their casual street clothes. They were in the living room with a group of guests when the time came. She told him to stay there while she got "the key". As she came back she also called in everyone from the dining room to come watch as well.

michael's heart pounded as he realized his fate.

In front of this fully clothed audience, she announced that he had been in chastity to her for three whole weeks, and she dangled the key. This was quite amusing to those assembled. He was quite embarrassed by it already, just having it spoken about so openly. He had trouble meeting anyone’s eye - he kept his eyes on her. He could feel everyone’s delight in his being put on display. She made a big deal out of his chastity “accomplishment” and told everyone he would be unlocked and then taken downstairs to be subject to a little rough treatment before being made to cum. On her terms, of course. This got everybody's attention!

She had him strip, fully, in front of everyone. He had been naked at a party before, but usually in a bedroom with few people (apart from his "walk of shame" described earlier). This was like being under a spotlight naked. She unlocked him, and took off the front part of the cage. She told him to take off the rest himself, while everybody watched. He had to squish his penis down and through, and pull his balls through one at a time. Imagine having to do this, fully nude, in front of an audience of mixed men and women, younger and older, all watching you intently. When he was finally free, people applauded (!!!) One of the younger women said "I'm so happy this is my Saturday night!" referring to being able to witness a man in his fifties, fully naked, have his cock cage removed.

Once he was out, everybody knew that the next stage was to be a punishment followed by a forced cumming. For that, they went downstairs, with most of the guests following.

This first order of business was a humiliating ass plugging in front of the crowd. For this he bent over and was made to spread his cheeks. He was then lubed by his hostess wearing a pair of latex gloves, and then had a butt plug inserted deeply into his ass.

She then had him get up on the bed on all fours. He was facing away from the "audience" with his plugged butt towards them.

She used a small strap that says "boy beater" on it that is just the right size for the inside of the thighs and hitting small delicate areas. He was smacked all over, with special attention played to his dangling balls. She smacked his balls right up to his pain threshold. He only used his first-level safe word once (the safe word that means "hang on a sec, that's about all I can take of that" and not the safe word that means "we need to stop everything").

She also had a flogger and a long-handled clothes brush. He felt her moving the bristles of the clothes brush over his cock and balls teasingly. She then whacked him pretty hard with the business side of it. There was also a long leather strap that was padded on one side (thuddy) and flat on the other (sting-y) and he got both sides. The most lethal thing she used was a small hardwood purpleheart paddle that stings like hell (and she knew it). She got him to cry out and moan loudly with that one.

In between paddles she would push hard on the butt plug, and pull on his balls. It was stimulating, and he began "leaking" a little, in front of everybody.

When she was finally done beating him (it lasted a while), she had him turn on his back and took her Hitachi wand. He had never actually had one used on him before. She pressed it on the underside of his cock and just let things build up until he was squirming. She made him beg for his release in front of everybody. He looked her in the eyes as he was given permission and then started to orgasm. This was of course all observed by the crowd, and met by applause. As a final humiliation, he was made to scoop up his own cum and consume it to another round of applause.

After that, the party started for the others and he was privileged to witness many very erotic BDSM scenes play out.

Past midnight people started to leave, and he was the last guest there. With all the goings on, the wife and her husband had not managed to get their own playtime in, and there was a lot to clean up. So, he got as close to his favorite fantasy as he could, telling them to go downstairs and have their play while he cleaned up the kitchen. He could hear sounds coming from the basement as he put food away, washed dishes, wiped down counters and took out trash and recyclables. Even though he was no longer caged and had had his long-awaited orgasm, he was still very gratified to be able to do that for them.

Was that not just a lovely experience for michael? Lucky naughty boy!