A little game of Simon Says

The 5 ladies sat down in a semi circle facing the center of the room, where Rob stood, naked apart from the single bowtie that had been given to him by Carol. They had decided to play Simon Says. Except that instead 1 Simon and everyone playing, there were 6 Simons taking turns in a fixed order and one player. A player who they could make do whatever they wanted, and if he messed up, he would have a punishment waiting for him. It struck Rob that they could simply make him do anything through Simon Says, so the forfeits seemed redundant.

Carol started things off. Simon says, give me a helicopter. Rob complied. Lucy was next. Simon says, rub the underside of the head of your cock with your thumb. Next came Norma, Simon says, fondle your balls with your other hands. Alice, Simon says start stroking your dick as slowly as possible.

Rob was so horny and had been on the edge for so long tonight. Even though he wasn't allowed to come, the slow pace was absolute ****. Even not touching himself at all was preferable to this! That's when the penultimate person in the rotation, the classy cafeteria chef, Brenda yelled out, "Stroke faster for me!"

Without thinking, Rob began to stroke more vigorously. Everyone realized what had happened except Rob and they all burst out laughing. The laughter finally brought the realization to Rob. He stopped stroking and felt so stupid. He raised his hands up and covered his face in shame.

Carol laughed again. She walked up to him with the forfeit bowl and held it out. He pulled out a forfeit and went to open it when she stopped him. "No, not until we finish with the game." She said, taking the piece of paper and placing it on the side.

"We're not done yet?! I already lost, right?" Rob asked. "Just because you lack self control doesn't mean that we should have less fun. Besides, Sally hasn't even had a go yet. In any case, we will play till we're satisfied," came the reply.

"Ok, then let's continue, I guess," Rob sighed. But Carol didn't move. She continued to hold out the bowl and looked him straight in the eye. "I thought it was only 1 forfeit per failure," Rob said.

"It is. You took one for going faster when Brenda hadn't said Simon Says. You take another for stopping stroking completely and for taking your hands off your balls from previous orders. In fact, I could make you take 2 more for that because stroking slowly and fondling your little balls," she said, giving them a little playful squeeze, "were 2 different orders that you disobeyed"

Rob took another and set it aside with the first.

The game continued. Rob was super focused now, having a slight fear of the unknown consequences of the punishments. The theme seemed to have moved from sexual to embarrassing. Sally made him do jumping jacks. Carol tried to trick him, telling him to stroke it without the required preamble. He didn't fall for it. Lucy made him do 5 pushups. Rob was super focused on the task and went multiple rounds without fucking up at all. He was also surprised, as the girls simply were asking him to do slightly embarrassing stuff. They had him do a headstand, downward dog, things like that. He hadn't touched his cock in while, but the playful and fun atmosphere had developed and, as embarrassing as it was, he could see the fun the girls were having and it didn't seem so bad.

His last order was from Sally who said "Simon Says, slap your butt." Rob, in a totally playful mood at this point, turned around exaggeratedly and comically, gave his ass a slap. Everyone laughed. Carol got up and said, "Annnnnd that's a perfect end to the first game of the night! Fun right?"

She walked over to the forfeits that Rob had picked, placed next to the bowl they had come out of. Rob gulped, it was time to open them. However, instead she grabbed the bowl itself, and walked over to Rob. He looked confused. She pointed with her eyes down south and Rob looked down to realize, in his disarmed state, and having not done anything sexual or touched his manhood for a good amount of time, his erection had subsided into a semi. His head down he reached out a hand to pull a forfeit out. Carol pulled the bowl away, and said, "First, fix it," pointing at his dick.

His head still low Rob, stroked himself to full attention. He raised his head to see Alice and Sally filming his shame. He hadn't the energy to protest, he knew that would happen. He pulled out another forfeit when he was done and Carol handed him the other 2 he had already picked.

He opened the first one: Refer to every woman at this party as "Mistress" or "Ma'am" from now on, unless they tell you otherwise.

He exhaled, relieved. That doesn't seem so bad. Carol was smirking and said, "Remember, if you fail to do this, you have to pick out another piece of paper!"

He hadn't realized that but I suppose that made sense. Still at least he wasn't debasing himself overly much through this dare. He opened the next one. This read: Wearing only a towel go over to the next door neighbour's and ask for a spare key to Carol's house. Ask her to Call Carol to confirm. "accidentally" drop your towel while over there. Remember, you must be hard.

Fuck. FUUUUUCCCCKKK. That's bad. That's real bad. But he had ****. And at this point, what's one more woman. Still, being naked indoors for these women was one thing. Exposed outdoors quite another.

No time to dwell as Carol prodded him to open his last paper. His eyes bulged. Oh no. This is going to be a realllllly long night.