Blondie's Humiliation Stories

For Age 18+ Only.
Lease this WebApp and get rid of the ads.
Chapter 17: Hairlessness Revealed
Sat Feb 9, 2008 10:46am

High Heels

I continued shaking my hips back and forth to the music, holding the babydoll up my back. With my bare ass exposed, the delighted spectators goaded me on. “Go Blondie! Go Blondie! Shake that ass!” they yelled with glee.

When the song mercifully came to an end, I dropped the babydoll back down while everyone clapped and cheered. “Bravo, Blondie, Bravo!” shouted Felicity. The laughing thirteen-year-old turned me around to confront the approving audience. I blushed brightly when I saw the leer on Mitch’s face. Then I looked in dismay as I spotted Julie reaching into her bag of tricks. My dismay proved to be justified when she pulled out a pair of pink high-heeled shoes. I had a suspicion that they weren’t for her. “Come here, Blondie,” beckoned Julie, who was sitting on the couch. “I have something to match your pretty babydoll.” Amidst the giggles I slowly stepped over to Julie. She lifted my left foot by the ankle and placed one of the shoes on my foot. I was quite disenchanted to see that she had picked the right size. “Ah, a perfect fit,” noted Julie, with a tone of satisfaction. “These will set off your pretty legs quite nicely,” she teased, while running her hand up and down my smooth calf. She slid the other shoe on my other foot. When she put my foot back on the ground I lost my balance and fell forward, breaking my fall by landing my hands on Julie’s shoulders. Julie pounced on the situation by grabbing my wrists and leaning prone on the couch, pulling me down on top of her. I felt the babydoll riding up in the back, much to my chagrin. I tried to get up, or at least make an attempt to cover my ass, but Brenda had taken a good hold on my wrists. Julie reached behind me and pulled the babydoll all the way up to my shoulder blades. Her legs were wrapped around my thighs to keep me from sliding off. To my consternation, I noticed the flash of a camera go off. She pumped her pelvis back and forth, which forced my hips to bounce up and down on top of hers. “Help, I’m being attacked by a lesbian!” screamed Julie. Boisterous laughter filled the room, as I frantically tried to escape from the compromising position. My exposed ass must have been a tempting target, for I started feeling the stings from the slaps of one of the girls.

“Bad girl, Blondie, exposing yourself like this. Bad girl!” scolded Felicity as she spanked me at a hard and steady clip. My hips continued to be forced up and down while she continued with her relentless slapping. “Have you no shame?” Oh, I had shame all right. Enough to last a lifetime.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I screamed when the stinging from the smacks hit home. “Please, let me up!” The pain was bad, but the humiliation was far worse. What a sight I must have been, with my legs kicking wildly, wearing pink high heels.

“Be careful, Blondie, you’ll smear your lipstick,” I heard Cheryl say through her laughter.

Felicity finally stopped spanking me. “Ooh, look how red his little fanny is getting,” she said, admiring her handiwork.

“Whoa, check that out,” Joanna chimed in. The center of attention was now my bare ass, which I’m sure had to be turning an increasingly darker shade of redŽ, considering how much it was throbbing. Again there was a flash from a camera, quite probably capturing a picture of my tanned hide.

At one point my sister Becky laid her hand on one of my butt cheeks. “Oh, wow, feel how warm it is!” she exclaimed. Of course, they all had to put their hands on my ass, all agreeing that indeed it was quite warm to the touch. The worst was when Mitch took his turn. Not content to just lay his hand on my ass, he rubbed his hand all over, and then slid a finger along the crack, brushing across my asshole and stroking the area between my anus and testicles. This caused my whole body to flinch, eliciting a chorus of laughter from my tormentors. Julie, with whom I was still face-to-face, felt the flinch and noticed my look of open-mouthed surprise.

“I think he just got goosed,” she laughed. “You’d better be careful, Mitch, I think you’re getting Blondie excited.” There was laughter all around. Then Mitch, playing the crowd to the hilt, jumped on top of me with his legs on either side of me, his midsection over my ass. He started pumping his hips back and forth, simulating an old-fashioned Raucous laughter now filled the room.

“Ew, gross!” cried Felicity. But her laughter betrayed her; she clearly was enjoying the scene, and my humiliation.

The Catwalk

“We’d better get you up before you get molested, Blondie,” declared Julie, laughing away as she made a move to get up. The grinning Mitch backed off, and Julie and I sat up on the couch. I immediately adjusted the babydoll, pulling the hem down as far as it would go, which was only to the tops of my thighs. My face felt like it was on fire. Julie stood up and took both of my hands in hers. “Come, my blushing little girl, we need to teach you how to walk in your new high heels.” She pulled me up, and I wavered momentarily while I caught my balance. “Birthday girl, would you like to give me a hand showing Blondie how to prance around in his new shoes?”

Felicity needed no further prompting. “With pleasure, my dear sister,” she replied. She eagerly took my one hand, while Julie held on to the other. Marcia and Mitch jumped up and moved a table and a couple of chairs, clearing the way for the three of us to parade back and forth across the very large living room. Mitch and the other five girls all sat on the couch, anxiously awaiting the demonstration. Julie and Felicity began walking me away from the captive audience.

“Okay, sweetheart,” instructed Julie. “When you walk, you should take very short steps, and put one foot in front of the other, as if you’re stepping on an imaginary line. Like this.” We stopped, and Julie let go of my hand and walked in front of me, demonstrating her womanly gait. I noticed that her hips naturally swayed seductively from side to side when she walked this way. “Okay, now you try it,” directed Julie. She took my hand again and the two of them put me through my paces. “That’s it, sweetie,” praised Julie. “Nice, short, mincing steps, just like that. Can you feel your hips swaying back and forth?” Julie was tilting her head back, watching my backside as she said this. “’Cuz I want to tell you, you’re sashaying like a lingerie model on a catwalk right now.” Again, boisterous laughter abound.

We walked all the way across the room (about fifteen paces or so), then turned around and started back. At first my steps were very awkward, but gradually they came easier. My face was glowing as I approached the grinning assembly on the couch. We stopped right in front of them. The devilish Felicity had another debasement up her sleeve for me. “As you can see by their smiling faces, Blondie, your audience is very supportive of your efforts. It would be a very nice gesture if you would curtsy for them every time we return here.” The grins from the faces on the couch grew wider. Julie and Felicity let go of my hands, stepping to the side and watching expectantly. I wobbled momentarily, then I stood there awkwardly, staring at the ground. But I knew what I had to do. I reached for the hems of the babydoll and genuflected. I was blushing profusely. “That wasn’t bad, Blondie, but you need to look your audience in the eyes. Let’s try it again.” Difficult as it was, I repeated the ignominious act, this time while looking into the eyes of my leering tormentors. My face flushed yet brighter. To exacerbate my already hopeless plight, I noticed that Becky had the video camera pointed at me. “Nice curtsy, Blondie,” approved Felicity. “Now it’s time to strut your stuff again.”

Julie whispered something to Felicity, who responded with a childish giggle. I knew this couldn’t bode well for me. “I think you’re ready to try it on your own, Princess,” said Julie. “We’ll be right at your side in case you have any trouble. Remember, teensy, mincing steps, and put one foot in front of the other. Ready? Here we go.” I started walking (okay, “mincing”) away from the couch. This time, after a couple of steps, the two girls reached back and lifted the back of the babydoll, much to the delight of the onlookers.

“Look, his butt’s still all rosy,” laughed Marcia.

“And look at it sway back and forth!” added Joanna. “Oh, this is a riot!” Somehow my ass smarted a little more; I swear I could almost feel everyone’s stare on it. When we got to the other side of the room, Julie and Felicity let go of the babydoll.

“Okay, cute cheeks, you can turn around now,” instructed Julie. I rotated, and started walking back towards the couch. At least they didn’t lift the front of the babydoll on my way back. The frontal exposure would have been mortifying enough, but since Felicity shaved off all of my pubic hair (a fact which everyone was unaware of, save for Felicity and me), I REALLY didn’t want anyone to see me like that.

I reached the couch, and dutifully curtsied. My face flushed intensely.

“I just love the way your brother blushes, Beck,” offered Brenda.

“Me too. He blushes just like a little schoolgirl,” responded Becky with a giggle.

Once again I walked to the other side of the living room, and once again Julie and Felicity held up the back of the babydoll. This time I was conscious of the sound of the high heels clicking on the hardwood floor, which was just another reminder (not that I needed one) of my forced feminine servitude. When I reached the other side, I turned around and prepared to walk back. But Julie stopped me, and gave me further instructions. “Okay, sweetie,” she smiled. “This time, while you walk back to the couch, I want you to go like this.” Julie coached me by demonstrating what I had to do. She put one hand behind her head with her elbow sticking straight out to the side, and she made a fist with her other hand, resting it on her hip. “Go ahead, sweetheart, just like that. And swivel those little hips of yours while you mince.” I followed her command, much to my mortification. As I approached the group on the couch, their enjoyment level was quite obvious.

“Look at him!” exclaimed Cheryl. “Oh, this is just precious! Go, girl! Sashay! Sashay!”

“Shake it, Blondie, shake it!” chimed in Brenda.

Once again, I reached the couch and curtseyed to the group, then turned around and walked again. This went on for quite a while, until my situation took a decided turn for the worse, impossible as that may seem.

  • Roosevelt HumiliationsBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:22am
    • Chapter 1: The WedgieBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:35pm
      Intro It was my first week at Roosevelt High School, and I was scared. I had heard the stories about how the smaller kids are tormented by the bigger ones. Unfortunately I’m one of the smaller... more
    • Chapter 2: Pantsless in HomeroomBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:34pm
      Roosevelt Lore Over two months have gone by since the forgettable wedgie experience at the hands of the two sophomores, Mitch and Reggie. Even though I’ve been spared any more attacks (so far)... more
      • Underwear all daytoastershout, Mon Jan 23 7:58am
        I would preferred those corduroys stayed up on the flagpole. Imagine him reporting to every class all day in just his shoes socks and underpants! Especially phys ed. He'd had to run laps outdoors and ... more
      • A Humilation ClassicShyboy, Thu Feb 28 5:16am
        Classic and as far as my writing attempts inspirational, Thanks for these stories and thanks for reposting! Shyboy
    • Chapter 3: Stripped in the CarBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:33pm
      Cafeteria Humiliation I’m now completely under the power of Mitch and Reggie, and probably Reggie’s girlfriend, if she’s so inclined (and I think she probably is; I remember when I... more
      • Chapter 3: Stripped in the CarBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:33pm
        The Threat of Public Nudity “Okay, Blondie,” Mitch said, “Take a good look at this little area on your left. We’re going to turn left here, go around the block, and then... more
    • Chapter 4: The Naked CrawlBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:31pm
      Still Shy of Puberty It is now the last month of my sophomore year at Roosevelt High. Much has happened since my last entry in this chronicle of my harrowing humiliations. I regret to say that my... more
    • Chapter 5: Bus Stop HumiliationBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:30pm
      Accosted Let’s see, in my last communication I left you with that awful experience when I had to crawl naked across the lawn in front of Mitch, Joanna and her friends. As you may recall, Joanna ... more
    • Chapter 6: Naked and Molested in the AuditoriumBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:27pm
      No Relief as a Sophomore My freshman year at Roosevelt High mercifully ended without any further debasements at the hands of my tormentors. I had high hopes that my suffering would finally be over,... more
      • Chapter 6: Naked and Molested in the AuditoriumBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:29pm
        The Flashlight After about fifteen minutes of inactivity, my sorry situation took a turn for the worse. First I felt Mitch’s hand take my right wrist and pull it towards him, resting it on the... more
    • Chapter 7: Brenda's RevengeBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:25pm
      Payback Well, unfortunately I have another humiliation to recount. It took place on the last day of my sophomore year at the hands of Brenda, my new nemesis, with the help of some of her friends. As... more
      • Attempted PaybackShyboy, Thu Feb 28 5:25am
        I always did like this chapter and though "you" paid dearly for payback and revenge on Brenda I liked the way you attempted to do so. The ending of this chapter here,with Brenda describing how in... more
      • Chapter 7: Brenda's RevengeBlondie., Sun Feb 10 9:25pm
        The Unveiling She pulled her mouth away from my ear. “Here we go, folks,” she called out. “Is everybody ready?” A resounding affirmative emanated from the entertained... more
    • Chapter 8: The Soccer FieldBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:08am
      Miss Farnsworth Has Her Way With Me Well, I suppose I should finish telling you about my last day as a sophomore. As you may recall, I left you with my experience in homeroom that morning. Brenda had ... more
      • Chapter 8: The Soccer FieldBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:25am
        A Lunch Date With Brenda In the hallway I heard Brenda’s familiar voice calling out to me. “Oh, Blondie,” she called out, her voice singing my name. I stopped in my tracks and shut... more
    • Chapter 9: No Day at the BeachBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:06am
      Starting Puberty I’ve now completed my third year at Roosevelt High. The one positive is that at least physically I’m finally showing the beginnings of maturity. I’m a few inches... more
      • Chapter 9: No Day at the BeachBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:06am
        A Most Embarrassing Drive Home I finally reached my car. In my haste I fumbled with the lock and dropped the keys on the ground a couple of times. Once I got the door open, I sat down behind the... more
    • Chapter 10: Victoria's SecretBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:01am
      Under Becky’s Control I know it’s been a while since I’ve chronicled my latest disgraces at the hands of my sadistic tormentors. You see, it’s quite difficult for me to... more
      • Chapter 10: Victoria's SecretBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:02am
        I shook my head forlornly, now absolutely miserable. I just wanted to get it over with. “That one you have your hand on will be fine. I’ll take it,” I said as I started walking... more
        • Chapter 10: Victoria's SecretBlondie., Sun Feb 10 8:04am
          The Measurement I shook my head, incredulous at the fix I was in. Again I waited in my naked state. I crouched down again, my hands in between my legs. A few moments later there was a knock at the... more
    • Chapter 11: The Bubble BathBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:50pm
      Under Brenda and Becky’s Thumb Well, again I have to apologize for taking so long in between the accounts of my humiliating travails at the hands of Brenda, Becky and the others from Roosevelt... more
      • Chapter 11: The Bubble BathBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:51pm
        Denuded It was a mid Saturday afternoon. I came home after playing two hours of basketball. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and Becky was away on an overnighter somewhere with Brenda. I... more
    • Chapter 12: Spanked and PantiedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:49pm
      Disciplined I shivered in my nudity as my sister Becky led me by the hand down the hall towards her bedroom. Brenda playfully squeezed my butt as she walked behind us. I reached back with my free... more
    • Chapter 13: The Slumber PartyBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:48pm
      A Reprimand From Becky My anxiety level was peaking as Becky led me by the hand down the hallway. I felt the hem of the pink nightgown brush against my ankle with each step. The nylon material... more
    • Chapter 14: PetticoatedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:46pm
      A Peek Inside the Panties Julie led me through the hallway and into Becky’s bedroom with her right arm around my bare shoulders. In her other hand she carried a large Victoria’s Secret... more
      • Re: Chapter 14: PetticoatedBobby Lee, Tue Aug 18 12:43pm
        A very lovely story to read. I was humiliated all my growing up years as I wore a dress and lived as a girl with my sister and mother.
      • Chapter 14: PetticoatedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:47pm
        The Ruffled Panties Felicity was all too willing to oblige. I felt violated as she knelt down, reached up my dress (oh my God, I just called it “my” dress—I mean “the”... more
    • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:42pm
      Alone With a Little Devil While I was being put through my paces in the awful party dress, I noticed with a bit of trepidation that Julie was reaching for the dreaded bag again. “Come with me,... more
      • Felicity the Humiliatrixpixiemuledonkey, Sat Mar 12 4:25pm
        i love this chapter so much. There are so many great and excruciatingly humiliating scenes in Blondie's stories, but this is one of my favorites. Devious, precocious (and hairless) Felicity has a... more
        • Humiliatrix IndeedBlondie., Mon Mar 14 1:34pm
          Considering how effective Felicity's off-the cuff humiliation techniques are at the tender age of 13, one can only imagine the magnitude of humiliation she would impose on her victims with a little... more
          • I agreelongitude, Sun Nov 6 7:13pm
            I agree with what both of you are saying here. This is one of (hard to choose) my favorite chapters. I too, can put myself in the shoes of any character, and it is a fun dynamic, either way. I like... more
            • Re: I agreeBlondie., Mon Nov 7 10:36am
              Thanks for the comments, longitude. As far as TR goes, I'm really trying not to take so long between chapters, but right now it's beyond my control. I could do a hurry-up job, but I hate to put... more
              • awesomelongitude, Mon Nov 7 10:59am
                Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.
          • Further Femdom Feats of Felicitypixiemuledonkey, Sun Apr 3 12:55am
            i would welcome any further stories about Felicity and her adventures in dishing out erotic humiliation! i suppose that went without saying, but just in case you might not have gotten the impression... more
            • Joy of Felicitylongitude, Wed Nov 9 1:44pm
              Evil her, brings us joy (ha). These stories are so good, they make me want to eat, drink, and be Mary (couldn't resist the joke). At one time, I thought some of the stories being acted out would be... more
            • Good Ol' FelicityBlondie., Mon Nov 7 10:32am
              I'm happy to see that one of my favorite characters (if not the favorite) has elicited these responses. I really should reintroduce her some day. Somehow I missed this post and just now caught up... more
      • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:44pm
        Naked on the Bed Felicity grinned wickedly at me for a few seconds. I stood there on the stool, still bent over at the waist. Without a word, she lifted one leg, then the other, freeing the panties... more
        • Chapter 15: FelicityBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:44pm
          Blondie, Blondie Had No Hair “Now be a real sweetie and help me find a pair of scissors.” She started rummaging through the nightstand drawer. I stood there, stunned at what was about to... more
    • Chapter 16: Shake that AssBlondie., Sat Feb 9 9:40pm
      Yet More Feminization “I think it’s time we go join the party, Blondie,” declared the smiling Felicity. “Your guests are anxiously waiting for you. I’m sure Mitch... more
    • Chapter 17: Hairlessness Revealed — Blondie., Sat Feb 9 10:46am
      • Chapter 17: Hairlessness RevealedBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:46am
        “The Secret” Revealed It happened at the end of one of my strolls to the other side of the living room. Julie and Felicity were waiting for me. Felicity had a mischievous grin on her... more
    • Chapter 18: ShrinkageBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:43am
      Naked on the Barstool When the laughter had settled down somewhat, Brenda went into the kitchen and returned carrying a high barstool. She set it down right behind me. “Have a seat, Smoothie.... more
      • Chapter 18: ShrinkageBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:44am
        The Pool The door swung open and the amused group led me outside. The pool light was on and the entire area was well lit. The chilly air—I’d say the temperature was in the mid-forties,... more
    • Chapter 19: Behind the Eight BallBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:39am
      The Lopsided Contest Well, I’ve finally mustered up the courage to tell you about the rest of the degradations I suffered at the slumber party at the hands of the ruthless evildoers from... more
      • Chapter 19: Behind the Eight BallBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:40am
        “Oh yes,” agreed Brenda, “We really need to find out. I’ll bet it’s not much more than five inches.” “Okay, here’s the deal,” said the keyed up... more
Click here to receive daily updates
You won't be getting your clothes back until you dance naked for us.