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Chapter 8 by Coy-toy Coy-toy

What’s your community service?

You are installed in the bathroom

Walking up to a table with the banner ‘community service checkin,’ you see it’s manned by a blonde and brunette from the student council.

“Um, hi. I’m here to report for community service?”

The blonde ignores you, focusing on her phone, but the brunette stands up, saying “hi, I’m Trish. I’m guessing this is your first time?”

“Uh, yes. Yes it is.”

“I see. Well first, I’d suggest you change your tone and posture. Girls are expecting good subby boys, and good subs address their betters with proper titles.”

“I’m sorry maam.” You say, looking down in embarrassment and discomfort.

“Better, but we can work on that. Let’s see...” she runs her finger down a list of needed positions. “Ah, this will be perfect to teach your place. Strip and leave your clothes in the box” she orders.

Your blush grows. She can’t expect you naked in public right? No, of course she can, you’ve seen plenty of naked men around campus, you simply hoped you wouldn’t be among them. You strip, throwing it all in the torn apart bin with other boys clothes. She giggles, seeing your erection growing, and saying “looks like you do have some potential, your body likes to be humbled.”

With that she grabs a form and tells you to follow her. She guides you through the hall, you staring down and hoping the girls aren’t looking at your naked form following. She opens a door, and tells you to enter.

You are confused when you see you’ve entered a bathroom. “So,” she starts explaining, “you’ll be on cleaning duties today. That doesn’t seem horrible, till she tells you on your knees against the wall. You see numerous chains, and a strange porceline head rest. When you kneel back to the wall, head fit in so it’s resting facing towards the ceiling, she grabs the chains and bonds your arms spread, and your ankles in place. Only then do you realize you weren’t cleaning the bathroom...

She tapes the form above you. With a marker that Velcro’s to the page. “You need fifty different satisfied women to sign. You complain, or don’t perform to whatever standards they have, you don’t get the signature. You’ll stay here until you get all 50, no matter how long it takes. Now, would you like to earn the first?”

How do you respond to her? To the crazy situation?

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