Chapter 5: The Pillory Stockade

Upon arriving home, I was greeted by Mistress Monica at the front door wearing her now normal household attire (stiletto heels and stockings, and nothing else). She quickly told me that she was aware of the new SCA rules, and unless I wanted to be charged as a SCA pervert from now on I was to be totally naked while in her company. I only would be allowed to dress for corporate functions. Other than that, I was to be totally nude. In addition, I would be required to wear my ring gag and handcuffs at all times when at home, and The Humbler whenever my duties did not require me to walk or stand. So not wanting to be charged as an SCA violator, I quickly disrobed and knelt on the floor before her. She inserted by ring gag and cuffed my hands behind my back, but left The Humbler off for the moment.

She then told me that we were going out for the night, but not to worry about food because I would get plenty of nourishment once we got to our destination. As I walked down the hallway I heard slurping noises coming from the main room. I glanced into the room and was once again shocked. Sitting on the sofa, dressed in the same manner as Monica (naked except for stiletto heels and stockings) was my ex wife, Mistress Michelle. Kneeling between her legs and obviously tongue fucking her pussy was another naked woman. She was wearing the same items as the other two, except that her hands were cuffed behind her back and she had red marks all over her back and ass. She obviously had been the recipient of the lash shortly before I arrived home.

"Monica, darling, please introduce us." Michelle commanded.

"Mistress Michelle, I'd like you to meet my new male pig. I just call him Daddy Pig," Monica responded. "Daddy Pig, do you remember Mistress Michelle, the old broad that used to fuck your ass?" Of course, with the ring gag in my mouth all I could do was nod my head in acknowledgement.

"Yes, I am very familiar with Daddy Pig," Michelle responded. "Daddy Pig, I'd like to introduce you to my newest slut, Samantha, or Slut Sam, for short. Slut Sam, turn and face your new slut partner, Daddy Pig." Slut Sam immediately stopped eating Michelle's pussy and turned to face Monica and me. She was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, slender, blond hair, shapely hips, and big tits. Of course. Michelle never associated with women with small tits. She was one of the 'beautiful people', and only associated with her kind. I also was surprised to see that she had rather large weights dangling from both tits and also from her pussy lips.

"Daddy Pig, why don't you introduce yourself to Slut Sam," Monica ordered. I slowly walked over to Slut Sam. Then I realized that Slut Sam and I both had our hands cuffed behind our backs, so a traditional greeting was out of the question.

"No, you stupid cocksucker," Monica responded. "The proper way for you to great anyone — male, female, or both — is on your knees and worshipping their sex. Now, get down there and kiss her cunt!" I immediately dropped to the floor, crawled over to Slut Sam, and reached out with my mouth and began to lick her pussy. Her slit was dripping wet, so she obviously gets off on licking other pussies.

"Enough of the fun," Monica said. "It's time to go to The Pillory Stockade."

I had only heard rumors about The Pillory Stockade. I did not know that it existed for sure until my daughter mentioned it earlier in the evening. The Pillory Stockade, aka The Pillory, is a place that I occasionally heard some of the younger people in the office discussing over the water coolers on Monday morning. I learned later that membership in this club is very exclusive, and it caters to a very select group of patrons. I had always considered it a country club for kinky perverts.

Suddenly Monica snapped a dog collar around my neck, a blindfold over my eyes, attached a dog leash to the collar, and began pulling me towards our garage. Surely she wouldn't do it. She is NOT going to take me and Slut Sam out in public naked? She saw the look of surprise on my face, and quickly added, "Don't worry, Daddy Pig. You won't be the only naked male pig in bondage tonight. Slut Sam loves to be naked in public, too, so learn to live with it!" The die has been cast, and now my life has been changed forever.

I'm not sure how long we were in the car, and based on the street noises it was apparent that we were somewhere in the center city. The club itself must be top shelf, for upon our arrival it sounded like the club offered valet parking. Either that, or Monica was able to find a parking spot directly in front of the club.

After entering the club, Monica removed my blindfold, ring gag, and handcuffs, then led me up to the registration desk. Behind the desk were three naked ladies. All three had shackles connected by short chains between their ankles. Their wrists were similarly bound. All three also wore nipple clamps that supported a small sign dangling in their cleavage that declared that they were "Trustees". Trustees? What type of club is this? And what about the SCA rules?

"Welcome to The Pillory Stockade," the lady behind the desk reported. "My name is Trustee Pussy Slut Amy, at your service. It appears that you have two more criminals to be prosecuted and punished tonight. What are their charges?" Criminals? Charges? What was she talking about?

"This one has refused to drink my piss," Mistress Michelle said as she pulled Slut Sam forward by her leash. "And, this is the third time that she has been brought here for that offense."

"This male pig has refused to tongue fuck my ass," Mistress Monica added as she pulled me forward.

"Well, we can take care of these criminals for you. But, first we need to take care of some recent legal paperwork. This is a private club, and therefore is exempt from the SCA rules and regulations. Do you all voluntarily agree to waive your rights and responsibilities under the SCA while in the club?" Amy asked all four of us. She waited until all four of us verbally agreed. She then made all four of us sign a written statement to that effect. Only after we had given the signed statements back did Amy proceed with our registration and entry into the club.

"Trustee Pussy Slut Beth, black collar and cuffs for the male pig. Trustee Pussy Slut Marjorie, yellow collar and cuffs for the piss cunt," Amy told the two trustee sluts standing behind her. Quickly our wrists were pulled behind our backs again and were bound together by handcuffs supplied by the club. Black on me, yellow on Slut Sam. Ditto for our collars. We also were fitted with new black and yellow ring gags. Only these ring gags held our mouths open further than those supplied by Mistresses Monica and Michelle. Next a leash was attached to our collars and suddenly we were being lead towards a heavy steel door behind the registration desk. Amy had to unlock it with a big steel key. And, the real scary thing was the door was labeled "Dungeon." 'What am I going to experience tonight?' was my only thought.

As we entered the main room, I was amazed when I saw the various features of the room. In the middle of the room were many dining tables, each with multiple masters or mistresses enjoying drinks and dinner. The servers waiting on each table were naked. Some of the servers were standing while taking or delivering food and drink orders. But, several others were on their hands and knees, with their heads under the table. Later I learned that each of these table servers were trustees, and to become a trustee you had to have endured a minimum of three pillory punishments.

What I found to be the most surprising was the areas surrounding the dining and drinking section. On the far wall, opposite the "dungeon" entry door, was a two level stage. On the lower level of the stage were four pillories. Each held a naked person bent at the waist with their heads and hands imprisoned in the pillory facing the rear of the stage, and their ass facing the center of the room. Each person locked in the pillory was busy servicing the sexual needs of masters or mistresses. Most of the pilloried prisoners were getting orally and anally raped at the same time. There also was a waiting line along the both sides of the stage — probably others waiting to get serviced by whomever was in the next available pillory. Behind the four pillories on the upper level of the stage was an area that looked like a small courtroom, complete with a judge's bench.

Located to the right of the main stage were two smaller areas, each complete with more prisoners enduring additional humiliations. The area near the wall to the right of the stage area was where unlucky prisoners were positioned on their knees, with their hands and ankles cuffed together behind their backs. Each wore black collars and wrist and ankle shackles similar to the ones I wore and were held in place by a yoke-like device around their necks. This yoke-like device held their heads at crotch level for most standing adults. And, each person locked in the yokes was busy either sucking the cock or licking the pussy of a master or mistress standing directly in front of them. Above the subjects imprisoned in this area was a neon sign, "Glory Yokes".