Archive-name: Changes/robin-b.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Robin - 2 She led him into her garage and put him into her car. Robin felt funny while walking around in a dress, especially one so short. He was used to wearing long mens pants and his hairless legs felt bare and cold. As they pulled out of the garage his Misstress explained to him "We are going to a little show tonite dear so I want you to be on you best behavior, ok?" "What kind of show Mommy?" Robin asked while trying vainly to pull his skirt down. Sitting down made his dress pull up even further and now it was up above his waist!. She smiled at him and said "A group of us proffessional dominatrixes have decided that we are going to put on a little show featuring some of our clientes. The people in the audience have paid a lot of money to watch us perform. There will be everything from B&D, Leather, S&M, Fetishism and of course.....YOU!" Robin gasped in horror, never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined being put on stage in front of a whole room of strangers while in his little outfits! This was awful! "No! I won't do it!" he cried in terror. "Yes you will do it Robin" his Misstress replied sternly. "You will do exactly what I tell you to do and you will do it because we both know that you LOVE being humiliated like this. This is going to be the best night of your life and you know deep down that you WANT to let everyone see you dressed like this. Besides, if you don't do this then you can forget coming back to me or any domanatrix in this city. You have had a pretty good thing going up until now but if you don't go along now it will be all over and you will just have to go back to being the lonely frutrated man that you were before you met me." Robin knew she was right, she was always right. While the thought of the coming ordeal made him cringe with terror it also made his little peter tickle as it rubbed against the inside of his panties. They both knew that he would always do exactly what his Mommy told him to do and he might as well accept it. They finally pulled up behind a downtown nightclub and entered through the back door. They were greeted by a woman dressed in black leather and when she saw Robin in his little dress she burst into laughter and said ,"Ann he is preciuos! You sure know how to treat your men, or should I say 'girls'!" Robin blushed a deep red and once again began pulling on the hem of his dress. The two women led him backstage and instructed him to wait quietly until his name was called. Everyone that he could see was dressed in bizzarre costumes, some were dressed in leather, some in rubber, and some people had no clothes on at all! They all burst into laughter when they saw him though and all he could do was hold his head in shame. After instructing him on what to do Misstress Ann left him alone and went off with the woman dressed in black. He stood there tugging on his skirt and trying to keep his nursery print panties from showing. He could hear all sorts of strange things going on on the other side of the curtain. Every once in a while a name was called and one of the strangely dressed participants would go on stage. It sounded like there was a lot of people in the audience and they would occasionally all burst into laughter or clap. After about an hour Robin suddeny realized that he desperately needed to go to the bathroom. If he didn't pee right away he knew that he was going to have an accident! Suddenly he realized why his Misstress had made him drink a baby bottle before they left. She had put a diuretic called Lasix into the milk. She had done that before to get him to wet himself and he should have recognized the bitter flavor. He knew from past experience that there was no way that he could hold off. Before he could do anything he heard his name announced and someone behind him shoved him through the curtain and onto the stage. When the crowd of about 60 people saw him they all howled with laughter. Misstress Ann was already on stage with her big cloth bag and she was holding a microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen let me introduce my little girl." she said as she dragged Robin to the middle of the stage. All he could do was stand there and try to pull his dress down farther to cover his panties. "Tell the nice people your name sweetheart" she said and shoved the microphone in his face. Robin said in a voice that was just barely audible "My name is Robin". "Louder!"," We can't here her!" was shouted from the audience. His Misstress lifted the back of his dress and swatted him smartly on his fanny and said to him "You better speak up if you know whats' good for you young lady! Now tell the people your name and how old you are!" With tears of shame running down his cheeks he said in a loud voice "My name is Robin and I am four years old!" When the people in the audience heard that they once again began to laugh. Robin stood there shaking with his knees pressed tightly together trying desperately not to pee. His Misstress had him slowly turn around so that she could show off his pretty new dress. She made him turn with his back to the audience and raise his dress so that everyone could see his panties and the fancy embroidery print. Never in his life had he felt so humiliated! He just wanted to die right there. The worst part was the fact that his penis was so stiff that it was poking his panties out. When he turned around and everyone saw this they burst into loud guffaws. that was the last straw for him. As he stood there trembling and whimpering he could feel the warm trickle start to run down his legs and soak his stockings. He knew he was wetting himself but there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop. As he began to pee in earnest a big puddle began to form under him and a loud splashing sound could be heard. When the crowd realized what he was doing they roared with laughter, even his Misstress was laughing at him. "What is this!" she said trying to sound shocked "Is my little girl wetting her panties in front of all these nice people?! What a bad little girl you are! You know what I do when you wet yourself don't you?" she demanded of him. Robin had tears of shame and releif rolling down his cheeks. He knew very well from past experience what his punishment would be and he numbly shook his head up and down. "Tell the people what happens to little girls who wet there nice new clothes!" she ordered him. He sobbed and said "Little girls who wet there pants get a spanking." The crowd loved it! Someone placed a chair in the middle of the stage and Misstress Ann led her thourghly humiliated little girl over to it. By that time he had stopped peeing but his panties and the front of his new satin dress as well as his ruffled stockings were soaking wet. His Misstress sat down in the chair and layed a large rubber sheet accross her lap. Then she ordered him to lay accross her knees and lift her skirt. Someone handed her a big wooden handled hairbrush and she pulled his soaked panties to his ankles and began to paddle his bottom red with the back of the hairbrush. He was determined not to break down and cry but after a while he was wailing and kicking like a little toddler. The audience loved it and yelled encouragement to his Misstress to keep it up. --