Chapter 8 by mike2891

What will the day bring?

A shameful excitement

The walk into school had been full of glares and comments that made Mike feel ashamed and embarrassed. The gum that he was chewing had lost its flavor and was mainly saliva, he was sure most of it was not his! He opened the door to the school to be faced with a hallway that fell silent upon seeing him.
"Nice outfit you fucken weeniee!" came a cry from the back. Blushing, Mike replied with a sincere "thank you." Walking through the hall to first period English drew more comments, all of which MIke replied with delighted grin and an sincere thanks. His shame was growing as the assistants instruction.

Mike's phone had been buzzing like crazy, many comments had been added onto his profile, many degrading and insulting. The embarrassment beginning to have a negative effect on the boy, and he was wondering if he had make a mistake in writing this rule. Just as he was placing his phone back into his new bag, Lily Mortenson, approached.

"Hey Mike, that outfit is super fucking cute. It really suits you. You look fucking ridiculous" she burst out laughing whilst stroking his new jacket. "I love the fluffy jacket, it really brings out you girly side! And, the jumper dress is to die for, you look so good in a turtle neck!" Mike had almost had enough of the ridicule, but instead of being able to retaliate he just responded with "Thank you so mucb Lily, it means the world to me!" whilst continue to grow a deeper shade of purple.

As much as he was struggling with the reality, Mike decided it would be better to push through, this is what he thought he had wanted! Maybe he just needed to lose more control. Taking the bag from his shoulder, he undid the buckles and removed the rulebook, opening the page he began to write:

New Rule: Mike Brosnon is aroused by humiliation.

Suddenly, all the shame that Mike had developed changed into a more intimate feeling. His penis began to stand on end, causing it to press against the lace in his panties, and bulge out through his dress. He felt a wave of relief. His humiliation was already strong, but he craved more. Less control, more humiliation.