They watched as she pulled out the 29 year old woman's g-string and pressed and rubbed a hundred dollar bill against the lips of her sex, the woman helplessly moaning and bucking her hips, her face turning red in embarrassment, before the g-string snapped back.

"That way, their not likely to forget it," the woman laughed.

"Ah.yes of course." Kary said somewhat stunned reaching for Scotts g-string and pulling it out. Scott closed his eyes and tried to steel himself as Kary's hand brushed and rubbed the bills against his tingling erection, his hips jerked and squirmed in spite of his best effort to stay still, just like the womans, before the g-string snapped back. Scott heard Jenny giggle and more pre-come wet the g-string.

Walking around a nightclub nude except for a g-string, collar and cuffs with 3 dressed hot girls was hard enough, but having to do it by himself was even harder. There was no one to try and hide his nudity behind. He had to brush his aroused bare body up against dressed people. Hands, he couldn't tell whose, both female and male smoothed over his bare buttocks and slipped along his taut belly, as he made his way through the crowd. The worst were people stepping on his feet, as his were bare, and almost everyone else was wearing shoes.

When he returned, Scott had to serve the drinks on his knees, holding a tray. saying 'please mistress' and 'thank you mistress' like the girls saw the other slaves do. Several people had gotten up to stand along a wall, sipping their drinks and Scott as well as Kary watched with revulsion as the woman and male slave crawled around these standing people as ordered, elaborately licking their shoes.

"So Kary.where's your manners" asked a seated guy, who had earlier been bragging about his big income, and who Kary had therefore been desperately trying to impress.

"Er.ah.what."

"How come your slave isn't over on his knees helping the other 2. it's usual good manners around here?"

"Oh.of. course."

Scott from his knees, gave Kary a shocked look.

"Scott.go lick shoes with the other slaves."

He hesitated looking pleadingly at her.

"Maybe he doesn't obey you" the guy chuckled.

"Of course he does.Scott.crawl.over there and lick everyone's shoes.now," Kary gritted her teeth, giving Scott her best do.or.die look.

Feeling his eyes fill with tears and head spin with humiliation Scott crawled across the floor.

"You know you have to do an excellent job and not miss any spots, or you'll be severely punished," a smirking guy said, looking down at him when he arrived.

Filled with disgust, Scott lowered his face to the guys shoes, his tongue out, and began to lick. Ginger turned back from kneeling on one of the couches where she'd been trying to see over a partition to the punishment stage, from which occasional screams, groans, and cheering could be heard, and her voice rang out.

"Get that bare ass up in the air when you lick peoples shoes, slave boy!."

All eyes turned to her. then to Scott. Slowly, feeling everyone watching, Scott raised his hips dropping to his forearms, holding his bare tight ass up obscenely, before going back to licking. Often, he had to lick over the saliva of the guy or woman slave. They had to lave the bottoms of the shoes too, including insteps, and suck on heels. When he got to Jenny, she giggled as his tongue slid around her toes and painted nails. Scotts jaw and tongue were beginning to ache when the other group left after exchanging elaborate good-byes and phone numbers with Kary, Jenny and Ginger, leaving the 4 of them alone. The girls happily jumped up and down celebrating, having made new friends in BDSM society.

Scott remained on his knees.

"I think we've been here long enough" he said unhappily trying to spit grime from his mouth.

"Shut up.Scott," Ginger answered annoyed.

"I don't think we've been here nearly long enough. and your supposed to call me Mistress."

"No one is here Ginger," Scott complained pulling a long hair off his tongue.

"That doesn't matter."

"Yes it does."

"No it doesn't!" Ginger said flushed and angry.

"You two."

"No Care. he's ruining it. he's getting out of character. he's complaining. and he's just not supposed to be a slave when someone is around. but all the time.for the whole night!"

Considering, Kary nodded her head.

"She's right Scott. Your supposed to be a slave for the whole night and do a good job all the time.that was the deal. not just when you want to.or stop doing it. just because you don't like something."

"Yeah.Slaves are supposed to do things they don't like anyway." Jenny added, ganging up on him too.

"But.but." Scott stammered.

No.buts.

You better start acting a lot more like a slave all the time.and I mean.no complaints. no slip ups.or your going to have a lot more trouble than you know how to handle.plus. all your secrets will be out."

Scott was beginning to feel ever more helpless and these were supposed to be his friends!

"Now. crawl over to Ginger say. I'm sorry Mistress. and lick every inch of her boot."

Scotts mouth dropped open in shock.

"Do it. Scott!" Ginger demanded.

"Or you'll be up on that punishment stage."

Scott looked forlornly up at the 3 of them, hoping for a reprieve, thinking maybe he should just bolt right out of this place, but then where would he go dressed or undressed as he was, and what of the consequences after? Dropping his head he crawled over to Ginger his hard cock swelling and tingling more as he did, despite his emotional turmoil. Ginger made sure that his mouth covered every inch of her expensive boot while the other 2 stood watching. When Scott was done he knelt back on his heels unable to look any of them in the eye.

"Good. now come over here and get us another round of drinks."

Looking him right in the eye, Kary pulled out his g-string.

"Jen it's your turn to buy."

Jenny handed her the money, and watched with Ginger as Kary began running the paper up and down, and grinding it into his erection inside the g-string. Scott knew what she wanted him to do, and gritted his teeth resisting.

"Come on slave boy, you know what you want to do for us," she mocked.

Scott tried to resist, biting his lip, he felt he might cry, but instead a little moan escaped his lips, and his hips jerked as she wanted.

"Come on.one more" Kary cooed her little hand somehow cool, moving over his hot hard on.

It didn't take long. Scott let out a loud moan, the air escaping from his lungs, his hips humping helplessly, trying to rub his cock drizzling pre-come on Kary's hand, and the money. Kary let the g-string snap back making Scott groan. She wiped her wet hand across his stomach.

"Try not to get the money too wet," she said grinning.

Trembling, and unsteady, hot tears of shame filling his eyes, Scott made his way into the crowds and toward the bar. While getting their drinks his sense of hurt, betrayal and anger at how they were now treating him only grew. When he returned he served them on his knees holding the tray.

"He didn't say 'please Mistress and then 'thank you Mistress' after I took my glass," Ginger complained.

"And this isn't what I ordered."

Scott tried to ignore her.