/femdom/ - Femdom

>>1777
"Of course, Sveta," said Kristin. "You heard her, loser. Stand up! Now pull down your pants and underpants, so she can see your shame."

Again, Roger obeyed the command without hesitation. He hated being called a loser, but his fear was all that mattered. When he saw his penis, he gasped in astonishment. The head was purple and engorged. Yet thanks to the sheath, his entire shaft was less than three inches long. Clear fluid leaked from the tip.

Svetlana put her hand over her mouth in a decidedly feminine gesture and broke into hearty laughter. Roger had to admit she was quite lovely when she laughed. He felt his penis throbbing in futility as the gorgeous young woman mocked him. "Is so small," Svetlana said. Then she locked eyes with Roger. "How it feel to be so dominated by a woman?"

Roger was taken aback by the question. When he didn't reply right away he felt a jolt in his groin. Kristin had hit him with the regular punishment button. His knees knocked together as he instinctually slammed his legs shut in an effort to withstand the sharp penile pain. "Answer her before I decide to use the severe punishment button!" said Kristin triumphantly.

"I feel so- so controlled," Roger said meekly, his face turning bright red with the admission.

Svetlana nodded her head. "And humiliated I bet?"

"Yes ma'am."

Svetlana laughed. "I see he obedient like dog."

"You've got that right, hon.," said Kristin. "Roger, why don't you recite your pledge out of respect for this beautiful woman. I want you to show her just how obedient you can be."

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

Svetlana again threw her head back in laughter. She laughed so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. Then she turned to Kristin and said, "He is your very own puppet.."

>>1778
"Fuckin right he's OURS," said Kristin. "Let's grab some lunch and leave this loser to finish cleaning up."

"Good idea. But wait," said Svetlana. "I have… request."

"What is it, sweetie?"

Svetlana whispered something in Kristin's ear. Kristin brightened. "Of course you can kick him in the nuts!"

Roger was ordered to spread his legs and stick out his crotch. He was then made to beg Svetlana to kick him in the balls. This made the young Russian woman laugh harder than ever. Kristen made Rodger hold his balls and wag them in front of him. Once Svetlana gathered herself, she kicked Roger like an old pro. She had a body built for ball busting. THOCK! Svetlana had played soccer for most of her life, the muscles rippled slightly in her leg and her kick did not miss its intended target. Roger’s balls compressed, his sheathed penis went flying, and the women left Roger on the floor while they headed off to lunch. As the door, shut, Roger heard the fading sound of high heels on the floor, laughter and female voice with a thick accent say, "That felt so good!"

For lunch, Svetlana joined Kristin and Rodger in the booth. Kristin allowed Svetlana to handle the remote control while advising her not to use the severe punishment button unless it was absolutely warranted since Kristin didn't want Roger flopping around on the floor creating a scene. Svetlana had a heavy hand with the pleasure button. She belittled Roger verbally. Roger became incredibly pent up with desire. This only intensified back at the office, his balls buzzing pleasurably and his cock straining to be allowed to erect. By mid afternoon, his armpits were moist with sweat and his crotch was moist with pre cum. A wet spot became visible on his trousers. Kristin ordered him to go the bathroom and stuff some toilet tissue inside his underpants. He could hear the laughter as he took the humiliating walk to the men's room.

At the end of the day he was called into Vanessa's office. She looked absolutely stunning in a leather miniskirt and black stockings. For some reason she wore make-up as though she was planning on hitting a club. She was an amazing contrast from Roger, who was disheveled, sweaty, and naked, save for his chastity device.

Vanessa waved her hand in front of her face. "Oh my god. You are RIPE!" She ordered him into the shower. When he was out, she had him put the table and the scale in position. She ordered him to position his balls on the scale and wait for her while she completed a phone call. Vanessa kept him standing there on his tip toes for 15 minutes while she discussed a vacation she was planning with a friend. Finally she stood and approached Roger from behind. She put her face up against the side of Roger's from behind so she could whisper in his ear. Then she reached around and casually pinched Roger's engorged penis head in her fingers, gently pulling it aside before holding it firmly. With her other hand, she hefted Roger's balls up and down.

Roger was transfixed by her scent and the assertive, yet delicate way in which she handled him. He felt the intense pain begin anew in his balls, but he could not bend over because of the way Vanessa had positioned him. She had him facing a full length wall mirror and he couldn't believe the scene facing him. He was so completely dominated!

"Your balls feel heavier than yesterday, Roger," Vanessa whispered, her nose brushing with Roger's ear and her breath wrapping itself around his neck. Roger's chest tingled with pleasure and frustration. "I think your penis sheath is already paying dividends." She released his balls momentarily and pressed a button on the scale. "Now, let's just take this scrotum and put it right up here," she said as she re-gripped his balls. As she did, Vanessa began stroking the underside of his penis head with her thumb and forefinger. Roger groaned in total frustration.

"Two ounces and 13 grams! Good boy, Roger. You gained six full grams." Vanessa squeezed the head of Roger's penis, causing pre-cum to trickle from the tip. She took her finger and wiped the underside of the shaft. Roger began moaning with a combination of pleasure and frustration.

"Oh please, master, please let me masturbate at your feet," Roger gasped in total desperation.

>>1780
Vanessa laughed. "Oh Roger," she said evenly. "You were doing so good until you let your penis get the better of you again. I was going to make your releases a weekly occurrence, but now I think I need to make them bi-weekly."

Roger began sobbing in frustration. This was more than he could take. He was hit with the realization that his life, as he knew it, was over.

"You need to learn not to ask me for any releases, Roger," Vanessa said as though she was a school teacher working with a young boy. "I decide when you are allowed to ejaculate because I own this penis." Vanessa gave it a gentle flick for emphasis. Then she pinched some loose skin on Roger's scrotum and pulled it away. "You see this?" she asked. "This is a sign of disrespect. I won't be happy until your balls are so full that it becomes difficult for me to pinch off any loose skin. Do you understand, young man?"

"Yes, master," Roger practically whimpered.

"Good. I told you I'd put a permanent end to your compulsive masturbating." Vanessa stepped back from the mirror. Roger felt a chill as he spied her eyeing his bottom. "I see your ass is still quite swollen from yesterday, but it's not as red as I like it. I think it needs a warming!"

With that, Vanessa took Roger over her knee gave him a short, but severe hair brushing. She didn't have him over her lap for more than a couple of minutes, but the spanks came down fast and furious. Only when Vanessa had reduced him to deep, anguished sobs, did she feel as though she'd been appropriately thorough.

>>1781
THREE WEEKS LATER…

"Four ounces, five grams. You gained another gram, Roger!" Vanessa hefted Roger’s increasingly cumbersome balls in her slender fingers. She gave them a tug and a squeeze, while at the same time enjoying the tormented look on Roger’s face. He was staring straight ahead, as he had been trained to do, not moving a muscle, the strain evident on his face.

Roger waited for Vanessa to release his balls. She always liked to play with them after weighing him. It was her way of emphasizing her superiority. Today was a huge day. After many starts and stops, today was the day Vanessa had promised that he would finally get to cum.

The past three weeks had been so difficult. He was in a constant state of frustration. His balls had become so heavy that he could feel their weight between his legs any time he walked anywhere. About the only thing he could be happy about was that he hadn't been spanked in three full days. His ass was less swollen than it had been in a month. Oddly enough he found himself for the first time in his life almost craving a trip over the lap of a cruel, determined woman. He had become accustomed to the comfort of submitting to a higher power.

Kristin, in concert with Svetlana, had subjected him to every indignity imaginable. They constantly found excuses to kick him in the balls and use the penis punishment button. Whenever they detected the slightest hint of disrespect, Roger would find himself bottoms-up on one of their ruthless young laps for an always-severe blistering. Both young women preferred the hairbrush. It was so effective at getting the job done. The oval shape of the brush seemed the perfect implement to deal with the misbehaving male bottom. Roger's reaction to the brush was always so pleasing. He clearly couldn't handle it. Both Kristin and Svetlana agreed: the hairbrush was incredibly effective when it came to yielding Roger’s full respect – and his tears. They had taken to carrying one in their purse wherever they went. You never knew when you might come across a male in need of correction.

>>1783
Roger would never get used to the tremendous pain that the hairbrush brought him. It played upon his psyche. It got so that he threw away his own hairbrush and used a small plastic comb for his hair. And even the stupid comb gave him chills. His spankings brought such strong mixed emotions from Roger. On the one hand, it gave him intense pleasure to feel his penis rubbing against Kristin or Svetlana's thighs. The young women usually wore nylon pants, which created a teasing friction. Combining it with their intoxicating female scents and it was as close to an orgasm as Roger could get these days. Then the first jarring smack of the hairbrush would impact his buttocks and his entire world became centered around his sore ass. His fear and respect for women soon increased exponentially.

In addition, Svetlana had come up with a brilliant idea. In order to properly entertain her and Kristin, Roger now had a special way of urinating when at work. When he had to pee, he was forced to ask Kristin's permission. On occasion, just for sport, Kristin would make him wait until his bladder was nearly overflowing. Then, she, along with Svetlana (who, having nothing better to do until school began, spent most of her summer days helping Kristin at the front desk) would take Roger back to a rarely-used restroom in the back of the club. There, they would lock the door and force Roger to throw his legs up into his air and pee onto his own face. Both women greatly enjoyed the spectacle. Especially hilarious was the fact that Roger always got an erection when forced to perform the disgusting task. They ridiculed Roger, calling him a fool, a retard and a loser. "Tell us how much you love it!" they would shout. When it was over, Roger had to crawl to each of their feet and thank them for allowing him to relieve himself. They'd done it four times to him and each time they seemed to enjoy themselves more than on the previous occasion.

After the second time they made him piss in his own face, Roger had complained to Vanessa that his young female supervisors had taken things too far. Vanessa responded by inviting Kristin and Svetlana into her office where they took turns spanking Roger until silver dollar-sized purple welts appeared on his ass. At the end of the spanking, Roger was so inconsolable he had trouble regaining his breath.

Now, on the day he was supposed to be released from chastity, Roger waited obediently for his master’s command while she stood behind him and manipulated his poor, imprisoned penis. Vanessa made great sport of his limp, dangling "manhood." She loved the way it became so engorged yet the chastity device kept it so flaccid. It allowed her to fiddle with his overly sensitive organ and drive him absolutely insane with desire. Roger's eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with a tingling feeling in conjunction with the pain in his gut. He struggled to keep still so Ms. Vanessa wouldn't find reason to punish him. By now he knew that his movement during "inspection" resulted in an immediate trip over her lap, and an encounter with The Hairbrush.

Finally Vanessa stopped fondling him and pinched the head of his penis with great authority. Roger's body went rigid. "Look at how brainwashed you are," Vanessa said. "In a matter of weeks you've gone from a brash, out-of-control male to a docile, obedient, puppet."

"Yes, master."

"And now today is your big day. The day you get to produce your dirty goo for our amusement." She gave his balls a playful tug.

Roger felt a thrill and an accompanying shiver of pleasure. "Thank you, master."

"I’ve decided on a small change of plans," Vanessa said abruptly, releasing Roger's penis and causing it to fall onto her scale with a little thud. "Your orgasm will be tomorrow instead IF you handle yourself accordingly this afternoon. You're to be the ball boy for a tennis match me and the ladies will be having."

Roger felt the frustration boil up inside him. How could she make him wait? He'd been so good! But now, his training kicked in. A few weeks ago he might have shown his anger, but now he nodded his head and said, "Your wish is my command, master. Thank you."

"Good boy," said Vanessa. "Now put the scale away while I put my tennis clothing on. She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. Roger had a silent temper tantrum, squeezing his eyes shut and nodding his head back and forth in the hopes that he might wake up from his nightmare.

>>1785
No such luck. Vanessa returned wearing a short white tennis outfit. Her skirt was high above her knees and offered Roger a glorious view of her thighs. This only served to frustrate him further.

"Shall we?" She opened the door and waited for him to walk naked into the hallway. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, reaching into her closet.

Roger felt relief as she closed the door. The club was now closed but he didn't like the idea of being naked in the open spaces of the club. His relief was short-lived though.

Vanessa pulled out a pair of socks and men's tennis shoes and that was it. "Size 10, your size," she quipped. "Hurry up and put them on. The other ladies are waiting."

When the shoes and sox were on, Roger looked up at Vanessa who had been standing in wait. She was holding a leash in her hands. "Just so there’s no mistaking the situation." She laughed. For a moment, Roger thought she might place it around his neck, but instead she fastened the leash securely around his cock and balls. She secured it tight enough to make it uncomfortable while allowing just enough blood flow to keep Roger from major health problems. “There we go. It’s amazing how your silly public parts were built for leashing.”

Roger felt more exposed than ever as Vanessa escorted him to the tennis courts. He walked behind her as she tugged him along by his penis and balls. Occasionally she gave a quick yank just to remind him who was boss. As if he needed any reminder.

Just before Vanessa reached the entrance to the tennis area, she stopped and faced Roger. "When we reach the court, you're to walk bow-legged as a sign of respect for the females. Also, make sure you march with a high leg kick so that your penis bobs up and down. I want to make it abundantly clear how obedient you are and how eager you are to provide visual amusement for the Females in attendance."

When Roger arrived at the tennis court, he didn't like what he saw. Svetlana and Kristin were on one side of the court. They exchanged volleys with what appeared to be a youthful version of Vanessa, a gorgeous young woman who looked like a great tennis player. Seated on a bench next to the court, much to Roger's dismay, was the buxom blonde bitch. Roger recalled her name was Brooke. She was the one who had belted him. Next to her, looking quite resplendent in a pair of jeans with little boots, was Maya.

All the women stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Roger as he approached. Roger felt great shame as he saw all of them smiling like cats that ate the canary. He made sure to pick his legs up high and spread his legs wide. The last thing he wanted to do was anger his master.

Vanessa spoke loudly, her voice full of glee: “Most of you know about Roger the pervert, but not all of you have seen him in action. I ran into this jackass on the road a few months ago. He gave me a finger and called me a cunt. I discovered he was a penis jerking pervert and a wimp who loved being dominated by women. Just look at him now!”

The women clapped their hands and smiled as Roger marched in, his loose parts jiggling up and down. The younger version of Vanessa came jogging over with a huge smile on her face. Roger was so humiliated he nearly passed out from the dizziness.

>>1787
The women all admired the device. "Let me explain, ladies," Vanessa began. "This way his penis and balls can't hide between his legs. It will be on display for our viewing pleasure at all times. The pain and stress position will also remind him of who is in charge."

"Just wonderful," said Kristin.

"One last thing, Roger," said Vanessa. "Since Brooke and Maya will be watching the match, they will supervise you with the remote control. If either of them is unhappy with your effort, you can expect an attitude adjustment in the form of a female-administered groin punishment. Now ladies, let's play some tennis!"

Leah chimed in. The girl was clearly thrilled to be a part of this, and she spoke with total sarcasm. “But wait, mom, how the hell is he supposed to be an effective ball boy? On top of everything else, he already doesn't look very in shape. We don’t want to have to wait all day long for him to fetch balls.”

“That’s his problem, honey, not ours.”

Leah was positively beaming.

The match began. The first time the ball hit the net and Roger had to retrieve it, he was greeted with hysterical laughter. "Look at his penis! Look at him try to run!" said Leah with sheer glee. The other women on court doubled over in hysterics. Roger could feel why. With each stride, his penis and balls jiggled and bounced up and down. Adding to the ridiculousness was the fact that the platter forced him to run bent over with his legs spread and sometimes go on all fours to keep from falling on his face. When Roger tried to stand up with the ball, he felt a wrenching in his groin as his balls attempted to pull back naturally between his legs but were rudely rebuffed by the platter. The pain was intense. He staggered and nearly fell forward onto his face. Then he took off running again with the ball in one hand using the other to help support him. A bizarre tripod, penis bobbing up and down like the punching bag it had become. He could already feel his balls getting red and swollen.

Just before he reached the sidelines he felt a nasty jolt that made him jump and interrupted his strange movement. He feel forward onto his face as it took him off his feet and made him collapse in agony into the doubles lane. Brooke had hit the punishment button! All four women on the court were laughing almost uncontrollably.

click

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Brooke kept hitting the button and forcing Rodger to flop around like a terrified fish out of water.

"Brooke," said Vanessa after she caught her breath. "Cool it on the button or we'll never get this match in!"

After that, things settled down. The women eventually got used to the sight of Roger's limp noodle of a penis and swollen scrotum. The match became intense. Roger hustled around, feeling an increasing pain in his balls and sweating profusely. After an hour had passed, Roger was exhausted. He slowed at one point and was met with another barrage of electrical pain. He was also becoming increasingly frustrated. Thoughts of "How did I let this happen to me?" became more frequent.

>>1788
Meanwhile, each time the women exchanged courts, they would take the opportunity to fondle Roger's balls and his penis. This only served to increase his frustration. Good thing he was able to hide his true feelings. Leah in particular took the handle of the tennis racket and gave his balls a few good jabs. She laughed in amazement as Roger winced and thanked her for the attention while she rubbed them with her palm.

Finally, at long last, just when Roger was ready to collapse in exhaustion, the match ended. Vanessa and her daughter prevailed 6-4, 2-6, 7-5.

Roger put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. He couldn't see them but his cock and balls were purple and raw from all the wrenching that had taken place each time he had to lean over and pick up the tennis ball. The women all sat on the bench, drinking water and talking about the match. Roger was left alone in a prostate position trying to relieve the tension on his scrotum and wishing he could have some water, but knowing better than to ask.

"Ladies," Vanessa said once everyone had calmed down. "Today was the day Roger was to be released from his belt so he could masturbate his penis and relieve the pressure that's been building in that ugly scrotum over the past month. Based on his effort, do you think he deserves it? Obviously he isn't qualified to make the decision so I'm going to put his fate in your feminine hands. Kristin, since you are his boss, you should decide first. Then Svetlana. Then Maya. Then Brooke. Then finally Leah."

Kristin: "I'm afraid my answer is no, Vanessa. Although he tried very hard in a physical sense, I thought it was quite apparent that he was getting angry and frustrated inside. He's so stupid he thinks we can't notice. Well Roger, we can. [Looking at Roger intently] If it's up to me, consider yourself denied."

Svetlana: "Absolutely not. Kristin is correct. The fool thinks we can't notice it when he is being disrespectful, but it's quite simple to read his mind. The answer is absolutely no."

Maya: "He seems so much better behaved since you first put him in chastity. I think we should keep it that way. My vote is to keep him locked up for the time being."

Roger felt his despair growing. A majority had been reached.

Brooke: [laughing] "Of course not. Males like Roger understand one thing. He needs another reminder of his place at our feet."

Leah: "I think we should let him jerk off. Kidding! Of course you should keep him locked up, mom. Let me make this unanimous. [Turning to Roger] The answer is 'no.' Your pleasure is under the strict control of women and that's the way it will always be. Forever."

Roger lost it. He didn't know why, but he had enough. He broke down in tears and shouted, "No fair! NO FAIR!" He began jumping up and down, and this only caused his penis to bounce futilely in the air, which made for wonderful imagery to the women in attendance. Then he fell to the ground and began sobbing.

"Who has a hairbrush handy?" said Vanessa.

Roger felt a chill. For a moment nobody could find one. It seemed as though Roger would get a reprieve since hands didn't hurt anywhere nearly as much as the hairbrush. Then Svetlana said, "Wait one moment." She reached into her Gucci handbag and produced the dreaded object, much to the joy of the other women.

Roger was passed from one lap to the next. They made him keep wearing the platter, which forced his cock and balls to be easier targets each time they "missed" his ass. More importantly, the women all spanked extremely hard and without mercy. Maya and Leah were both naturals. Leah in particular spanked him with wild abandon.. and got in the most "misses" to his protruding genitals. Giggling after each one and mockingly apologizing. For the women, it was an exceedingly satisfying end to a joyous afternoon of female dominance. For Roger, it was a particularly painful end to a devastating afternoon. Spurred on by Brooke who insisted they treat me especially rough, the women all acted as though they had a bone to pick with Roger. And boy did they ever light a fire under him. His cries echoed off the ceiling and the walls. Long after they finished spanking him, Roger continued his deep sobs.

"Imagine if all men were treated this way," concluded Vanessa. "There would be so much less violence in the world."

“Wait mom,” said Leah. I want us to play one last game before we let him off the hook. I think each of us women should have a chance to finish him off.”

>>1790
“I think he’s already finished off.”

”Well true, but his stupid gonads make such an inviting target, I want to try an experiment. She whispered her idea among the women while Roger lay by, still sobbing softly, trying to gather himself.

“That’s a frigging awesome idea,” Kristin said. The other women echoed her sentiment. It was up to Vanessa to deliver the bad news. “Roger, since we’re playing tennis we think it’s only fair if each of us gets a chance to nail you in the nuts with a good hard shot. To Leah’s point, it just seems like we’d be missing out a great opportunity since we have you here.”

They temporary released him from the platter… only to reattach in the front of his legs, pulling his blue balls out in front of him. They made Roger stand in front of the net, legs spread. Then he was ordered to hold his penis up against the platter so that his balls were fully exposed. The four female tennis players gathered by the baseline and eyed the target.

“Okay Roger,” said Vanessa. We each get one shot to hit you. If we all miss, then you’re off the hook. I hope you realize us ladies are tough but fair when it comes to disciplining you.

Roger stood just in front of the net. What more could they do? Well, he looked at the bright side. Even though his balls were swollen, the odds of one of the women nailing him with a tennis ball appeared to be not so good. It would take a perfect shot. Then again, the women were all terrific players. They played six times per week. Roger would hope for the best.

Kristin was first. She bounced the ball once on the baseline and hit a wicked topspin shot that looked like it was headed for big trouble. At the last second, the ball dipped too low and hit the bottom of the platter, only an inch or two from Roger’s sack. He winced and the platter vibrated and shook him but no damage was done. “Damn it!” Kristin yelled. “I was so fucking close!”

Then came Svetlana. She tried a serve and it missed Roger entirely. Two down, two to go.

Leah was next. “I’m going to blast your silly balls into next week,” she said. “And that’s a promise.” The lovely young girl tried a topspin forehand and it looked like it was headed for trouble. The ball went just wide and grazed his cockhead as it slammed into his body. It hurt, but it was better than the alternative. “Oh well - at least I hit him somewhere,” she said. “Okay mom, your turn. It would be so fitting if you got the job done.”

>>1791
“I’m going to try,” Vanessa said.

“Do your two-handed backhand,” said Leah. “It’s your best shot by far. Hey I have an idea. I’ll feed you an easy shot from over here.”

“Good idea,” said Vanessa.

“Come on, Vanessa. You can do it!” said Kristin.

Roger was already breathing a sigh of relief. The odds were in his favor. There was no way she’d be able to do it. The target was too small. He even relaxed his muscles. The ordeal would be finished soon.

Leah tossed Vanessa a tennis ball from the side. Vanessa took one step forward and swung with a great amount of power, generating torque from her toned thighs and pert ass. What happened next was something nobody in attendance would ever forget, especially Roger. Vanessa unleashed an absolute bullet – a line drive with next to no topspin. Roger watched with total horror as time seemed to stand still and his adrenaline started pumping. The ball seemed to hone in on his swollen scrotum like a heat-seeking missile.

SPLAT!!!!!!!!

It was the type of shot that couldn’t be repeated if the women all had a hundred more tries. The tennis ball crunched Roger’s balls with such perfect accuracy that his swollen nuts seemed to absorb the entire impact. The ball literally fell at Roger’s feet, after basically compressing Roger’s nuts to such an extent that they came within a hair of rupturing against the wooden platter. Roger let out a weird high-pitched noise and collapsed, his vision spinning.

The tennis club echoed with the thrilled laughter and celebration of six women. The women all gathered around Vanessa and offered her their hearty congratulations, hugs and high fives which she sheepishly accepted. A few feet away, her male victim had rolled up into a little ball, his hands desperately massaging his damaged junk. The pain wasn’t going away. He felt like was dying, he couldn't sob or moan, he was completely useless in that moment. Roger managed to pick his head up in time to see his Female Superiors celebrating through his tears. Vanessa looked particularly pleased with herself.

>>1792
A week after Roger's agonizing trip to the tennis court, his frustration officially approached the boiling point. As he performed his morning cleaning duties in the restroom, his long term state of denial was all he could think about. He could feel the increased weight and size of his balls constantly. They had gotten significantly enlarged. Every time he saw a pretty woman in tennis gear he found himself unable to turn away. He would admire their toned legs and firm, round asses. His penis would begin to swell until the sheath did its job and stopped the attempted expansion cold.

Kristin could always tell when Roger was feeling the pain of his denial. She went out of her way do her part to frustrate him. At least once a day she would pull her chair up next to him and rub his thigh. Like clockwork, Roger would begin to perspire. Then, in the ultimate act of condescension, Kristin would pat him on his groin. "Take your mind off your useless penis for a few minutes and make yourself useful," she'd say. "Go get me a Diet Coke. Hurry Up."

One day, after a stressful day for Kristen, she took him home with her after work. There, Kristin and Svetlana took turns punting his balls with their square-toed high-heeled shoes until they were pleased with the damage they'd caused. They took particular pleasure as they discussed the way their shoes sent his balls sprawling from between his groin up onto his belly. They filmed each other in action with Svetlana’s hand held video device (She was an aspiring filmmaker). Then they watched the video in slow motion, focusing extra attention on the moment their shoes made impact. They played the highlights again and again, watching with great interest as Roger's genitals took off like a punted football before snapping back down against his belly and flopping around listlessly for several seconds. Rodger had no choice but to act as a kicking bag in different positions then watch himself get abused all over again on the screen.

Svetlana: "Look how his penis and balls go flying! I think they travel almost a foot after impact. Look at this one right here.”

Kristin: "That’s the best one. Perfect kick, girl. Look at how his nuts compress when your shoe nails them. And it's cool how it takes him a second to react to the blow. It's like, first his nuts get launched, and then he suddenly feels the pain and reacts. Did you hear the noise he made? And I love the sound our shoes make on impact. It's like 'WHOMP' then "UGHHHHHH!" she mimicked the pained noise Roger had made moments ago.

Svetlana: "Is like, best stress relief. Of course, nothing will be as pleasurable as when Vanessa hit him with tennis ball."

Kristin: “Totally. That was the best ever. I swear I thought his testicles would have to be removed after that perfect money shot.”

Roger had never seen Svetlana so excited. Her face was flushed with the pleasure of the moment. Both gals’ upper bodies surged with laughter and joy, their young breasts heaving up and down bouncing slightly as they reveled in their feminine power.

>>1793
Eventually, Svetlana took him to her guest room and had him lay back on the bed. She took off her jeans, then panties and, remote in hand, climbed onto his face. Her muscular legs, which had just delivered such a pounding to his nuts, straddled his face.

"LICK BOY"

And he went licked and kissed her shaved little pussy like it was his last meal on Earth. His cock constantly strained in the device, and didn't even go down when she started to orgasm and held down both the pleasure and punishment buttons while shaking in pleasure.

The next day, Roger was cleaning the bathroom gingerly, legs splayed slightly open so that he wouldn't damage his sore scrotum (He'd iced it last night and this morning, but it was still quite raw – his scrotum now resembled a large plum in size and color). The door opened and he was surprised to see Vanessa Cromwell in all of her glory, wearing a spectacular miniskirt, heels and a blouse. It was the first time he'd seen her since the tennis incident.

"Put the mop down and lower your pants,” she said, locking the door behind her. “I want to check on MY balls."

She hefted his balls in her palm as he stood, hands out, palms down in total deference. Between his lack of release and the recent punishment, Roger's scrotum now approached the size of the notorious tennis ball that nearly destroyed it. Vanessa pressed down with her thumb, which caused Roger's balls to separate painfully. "Wow! Kris and Sveta did quite a number on your balls, didn't they?"

"Yes, master."

Vanessa’s face became animated with pleasure as she inspected her possessions. "It looks as if they turned your scrotum into an angry, swollen bulb.”

"Yes, master. They taught me proper respect for the superior female gender." Roger said, in an effort to please his master.

"Good boy. So how do your balls feel then?" She jiggled them in her hand, causing his penis to flop around listlessly.

Roger bent his upper body forward in a highly-involuntary submissive posture. He made sure to keep his head up and stay focused on his master, which was the rule when he was being addressed. The mere act of her touching his scrotum caused Roger pain. "Uhh! They feel sore, master, but I deserve it for being a stupid, penis-driven male."

Vanessa released his balls and took his chin so that she could face him. She smiled. "Roger, you've made good strides lately in showing proper respect for me and the other ladies. And I've decided you deserve to be rewarded. Today is your Cum Chortling Day." she laughed. "I hope you brought your appetite."

After waiting for Roger to thank her, which he did by lying on the floor and cleaning the underside of her high heels with great passion - with his tongue of course - Vanessa told him that Kristin and Svetlana would escort him to the office around four o'clock. "I've invited a special female guest for the big event," she said.

Roger knew better than to ask her just who she had invited.

>>1794
Four o'clock came and Roger followed Kristin and Svetlana back to the office. He couldn't help but stare at their pert asses and think with great excitement at the sexual release that awaited him. He knew it would be incredibly humiliating. But he didn't care. He'd happily lap up his own ejaculate like the obedient idiot he had become if it meant he got to orgasm. And he knew that would be part of the deal. By now, he had been subjected to every possible humiliation and had gotten used to it. His cum would taste disgusting, but it was a small price to pay for being granted the privilege of orgasm. In fact, the idea of being forced to eat it only contributed to the excitement he felt. It really was quite fitting, he thought, that if the superior gender was to grant him the great honor of sexual release that he should make every effort to abase himself for their amusement. He felt his penis throb against its sheath as he thought of what was in store for him. It felt oddly comforting, not to mention highly erotic, to know that he had no control over the situation. He would do whatever his female masters ordered him to do.

Little did Roger know that the women were once again one step ahead of him. Vanessa realized Roger had become so subservient that it might serve to take the satisfaction away from the art of dominating him. Fortunately Vanessa had come up with a terrific plan. Some research followed by a phone call and everything was in place to make Cum Chortling Day the most humiliating afternoon of Roger's life.

When Roger entered the room behind Svetlana and Kristin, he saw another young woman sitting on the couch next to Vanessa. He squinted his eyes, and his heart rate went through the roof when he recognized the face.

"Monica!" he said in astonishment to his vapid, shallow little sister. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you get exposed as the pervert you have always been," she said proudly. “I knew it all along by the way.”

Roger had never gotten along with his sister Monica. She was two years younger than him. When they were young, she used to look up to him. Roger responded by bullying her constantly. Things changed overnight when they hit puberty. Quite suddenly, Monica acted as if she was the more mature sibling. Monica was an attractive, compact girl, not thin, but with lush curves. Some day she might become plump, but for now, she had nice round features - a shapely little tush, which today filled a black business suit (She always wore business suits in a pathetic attempt to look older than she was in Roger's opinion), plump calves, and dark, round eyes.

Vanessa studied Roger's face in anticipation of his renewed humiliation. Roger did not disappoint - a look of sheer panic came over him and his face turned bright red. Perfect!

Recruiting Monica had been easy. First Vanessa asked Kristin if she knew anything about Roger's family. Kristin told Vanessa how Roger used to constantly complain about his little sister, and what a know-it-all little bitch she was. After that, Vanessa invited Monica to lunch, where she tried to get the 18-year-old woman to open up about Roger. Vanessa and Monica took an instant liking to one another. Monica was no shrinking violet. She was actually a confident young woman who was not afraid to engage in girl talk, even with a relative stranger. Monica explained how Roger had been a bully when she was growing up, but that once Monica hit 15 or so she began to realize that Roger wasn't nearly as though as he let on. Everything changed when Monica came home early one day and caught Roger masturbating in front of the downstairs computer. After that, she had less respect for Roger, and whenever he gave her a hard time, her response was usually, "Why don't you go jerk off and make yourself feel better." Roger had no answer for that and he soon stopped giving her as much of a hard time, especially after Monica had said those words in front of her cute-as-a-button friend Daria, who laughed hysterically.

When Vanessa shared with Monica what had become of Roger and extended the invitation for Monica to join her for Cum-Chortling Day, Monica's eyes lit up. "That would be totally awesome," she said.

Now, here they all were, Roger standing there like an idiot while Kristin and Svetlana joined the other two women on the couch.

"You know the drill, Roger," said Vanessa. "Clothes off."

>>1795
That was enough to jar Roger into action. He heard his sister chime in: "Get naked, Roger. It's not as if I haven't seen your little wiener before. Remember the time I caught you spanking your monkey in front of the computer?"

Kristin and Svetlana laughed in unison. Then Kristin added: "Show your sister proper respect by answering her command!" Kristen then turned to Monica. "What should he call you? Something that conveys a proper amount of respect. How about 'ma'am?'"

Monica laughed. "Ma'am - I like the sound of that."

"Yes ma'am," Roger said, as he pulled his pants down. He couldn't believe this shit!

Vanessa: "When you're good and naked, come sit on your bare ass in front of us, Roger."

Roger did as instructed. Vanessa amended her orders, instructing Roger to spread his legs wide apart and lift them up off the ground so that, "myself and these fully clothed ladies can get a good look at the totally exposed male in our midst."

"Just like a puppet," remarked Svetlana when Roger had gotten into the lewd position.

"Look at his penis!" said Monica, laughing. "That is hilarious. It looks like it can't get hard with that thing attached to it. And what's up with his balls? They are so swollen."

Kristin explained the details behind Roger's penis sheath to Monica. She must have said the words "penis sheath" a half dozen times as she talked about how the penis sheath was designed to deny Roger the ability to achieve erections or ejaculate without female consent. "No unsupervised ejaculations unless we unlock his penis sheath and permit him to do it with our full approval - for our entertainment of course."

"Well said, Kristin," said Vanessa. "Also Monica, you'll note that the device enables him to whack his little penis as much as he wants, but the pervert-" she paused to let the word take affect. "The pervert will achieve no pleasure until we decide to release his penis."

"I love it!" said a clearly thrilled Monica."

"The idea behind it," Vanessa continued, as the younger women all listened intently, "is to condition him to be more obedient and respectful to ALL women. By controlling his penis, which we all know is the center of his world, we've gained complete control of him. Case in point," she turned to Roger. "Roll over! Now roll back!"

On cue, Roger began rolling around on the carpet in front of the smiling women. When it was over, he assumed the previous position, spread-legged, exposed and vulnerable. It was a startling contrast to the females that sat comfortably on the couch enjoying the silly spectacle they were being treated to.

"See the obedience?" said Vanessa proudly. "And this way, on those rare occasions where we do permit a female-controlled ejaculation, we do it entirely on our terms. As you will soon see, it's done in the most humiliating way imaginable. This helps Roger to associate female dominance and male shame with his pleasure. The factors will be inexorably linked in his feeble little brain and it will deepen his surrender to our gender."

"So impressive," said Monica. "Why are his balls such a swollen disaster?"

Vanessa laughed. "Explain to your superior little sister why it is that your scrotum is so large and so swollen, Roger."

Roger had to discuss the length of his chastity, and how his balls had been pent up. He had to describe what happened yesterday when Svetlana and Kristin had scrambled his eggs. The whole time his face was bright red. Oddly though, the renewed sense of deep humiliation he felt, caused his penis to attempt (and of course fail) to harden in his sheath. As was always the case, this factor didn't go unnoticed by his superiors.

Vanessa: "Look girls! His penis is trying to get erect. Look at how purple the head is getting. You see how he already now associates his deep shame and abject humiliation with pleasure?"

Kristin: "He’s nothing but a female-controlled puppet now. We’ve totally defeated him.”

Monica: "This is fantastic!"

Vanessa made Roger admit that he enjoyed shaming himself for the entertainment of the fully-clothed females in his presence. She then made Roger recite his pledge while simultaneously wiggling his ass around the carpet so that his swollen penis and balls jiggled around in such a way that pleased his masters.

>>1796
Roger: "I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

[The sound of four Women laughing and clapping their hands in approval]

Vanessa: "What do you think, girls? Do you think we should let Roger's little penis out of its prison for a short afternoon furlough program?"

The girls pretended to deliberate, but it's clear the plan was to free Roger. After all, it was Cum-Chortling day.

Svetlana: "Yes, I vant to see this spectacle!"

Kristin: "Yeah, let the loser put on a disgusting show for us!"

Monica: "His penis is like one of those prison losers on the side of the highway picking up all the trash."

Vanessa pressed forward in the couch. “Roger, I had no idea you had such an intelligent, witty sister. I guess stupidity is limited to the male side of the family. She leaned over and fondled Roger's penis for a few moments, causing Roger to take a deep breath and moan in pleasure and pain. Then, snap! Just like that, for the first time in over a month, Roger's penis was free. It celebrated its freedom by flopping back onto Roger's belly and pulsating rapidly.

Kristin: "Look at the weird shape!"

Vanessa: "Yes, it seems Roger's penis has seen better days," she said in mock sympathy.

Roger looked down and was mortified. The lower part of his shaft was so thin and white compared to the thicker, purple upper part of his shaft. The whole thing wasn't more than three inches long. It throbbed away. Slowly, under the watchful eyes of the females, it began to expand to the full four and a half inches.

Vanessa: "I think that's as good as it's going to get, girls."

Monica: "Pretty much, it's the same micro-dick I saw the day I caught him pulling his pud."

Svetlana: "How old is he? I think is done growing, no?"

>>1797
[Laughter]

Roger had entered the room thinking he was ready for anything, but he found himself burning with humiliation and anger. He did an outstanding job holding it in - after all, the last thing in the world he wanted to deal with was the dreaded hairbrush. But his acting job didn't work.

Kristin: "Vanessa, I think he's showing hidden signs of disrespect. Want me to correct it with the hairbrush?"

"No, that's okay, dear. Maybe Later." Vanessa stood and went to her desk, talking as she walked. "So Roger, I wanted to find the most humiliating way for you to have your precious org-spaz. That way, you'll associate orgasm with shame, which is what I've been conditioning your for all along." She returned to the couch with a pair of objects in her hand. "This is a feminine napkin," Vanessa said, tossing a large maxi pad at Roger. "Take it and position it on your belly, so the head of your retarded-looking penis is resting on it. That's it."

Vanessa held something in her other hand. "This is my magic wand." It was a long thick vibrator, about the size of a large dick. Vanessa flipped a switch and it began vibrating. "I'm going to give you a mind-blowing ejaculation, Roger," Vanessa began. "But it's going to be on my terms. And you're going to have to earn it. Spread your legs as far as they will go. I want these ladies to havetotal viewing access."

Vanessa leaned forward and began massaging the tender underside of Roger's penis with the vibrator. The base of the vibrator split his swollen nuts with visually pleasing results. Roger's entire body began quivering as he shook with pleasure. Almost immediately he felt an orgasm build inside him, but then Vanessa took the wand away and held it tantalizingly a few inches away from his penis. "You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you?" she laughed. Roger thrust his hips forward in an attempt to make contact with the vibrator. Vanessa held it away for a while until Roger's ass collapsed back down on the floor and he groaned in frustration. "Stick your middle finger up your ass for us, Roger. See if you can find your prostate gland."

Vanessa kept Roger pent up this way, teasing him and stringing him along for 15-20 minutes. Roger began drooling. His eyes stared at a far-off place. Vanessa brought him momentarily out of his trance when she ordered him to wedge his middle finger deeper into his asshole. Then she made him lick it off and plunge it back in. The young women made comments:

>>1798
Svetlana: "I think he's becoming cross-eyed."

Monica: "This is the best ever. If anyone deserves this, it's Roger. Talk about being put in his place."

Kristin: "He's like part robot and part puppet!"

Roger was becoming exhausted and exasperated, but he was so horny that he couldn't stop bucking his hips forward. If only he could just get a little more friction…

Suddenly, Vanessa pressed the wand down on his balls and the lower part of his shaft. She turned the vibrator on full power and with an expert hand, slid it up until the tip made contact with the most sensitive part of Roger's penis. "Make sure you spew every last drop of your spunk onto the maxi pad. Each drop that misses is going to cost you a month in chastity."

"Yes master…aw aw AW AW AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Roger's body went completely rigid as he deposited a seemingly endless load onto the maxi pad. For a good 20 seconds, Roger literally became one with his penis, his entire being exploding like a supernova under the guidance and control of his master. He jiggled his ass back and forth, thrusting his hips blindly, while the thick spunk came gushing out of the head of his swollen penis at incredible volumes. He felt a sharp pain in his urethra as it struggled to accommodate the flood of semen. Drool came out of the side of his mouth.

The four women all had similar thoughts as the watched the spectacle unfold before them. There was something so wonderful, so erotic, so satisfying about watching this once-proud young man yield every last drop of control to gynarchical rule. All four of them felt their steamy cunts buzz with pleasure against their panties as Vanessa took Roger over the edge.

At last, Roger stopped crying out. His eyes opened a crack and he went limp, save a spasm or two that almost caused him to spill cum off the maxi pad.

"Sit up," he heard the voice of his master say. With remarkable obedience, he snapped out of his trance and sat up to find four smiling females staring down at him.

>>1799
As Roger sat up, Vanessa stood up. Without a word she stepped forward and used her shoe to push his penis forward and away from his body. Once she had trapped it between her shoe and the floor, she placed her full weight down, arching her back and grunting with pleasure.

Roger grunted in pain. His body was forced awkwardly forward against Vanessa's thighs.

Vanessa took great pleasure at the feeling of Roger's penile cartridge yielding beneath her foot. She would crush the maleness right out of him. This was so decisive! "Give me the maxi-pad, Roger," she said.

Roger carefully passed the maxi pad up to his master, making sure not to spill anything. Vanessa took the pad and with her other hand grabbed Roger below his chin and tilted his head upward. "Eat your filthy cum, Roger.”

Without complete resignation and total obedience, Roger placed his lips against the semen-infested maxi-pad. He slurped up the thick load (Made extra thick by weeks of sperm build-up) and felt the slimy discharge ooze down his throat. He kept slurping, fear of the sadistic women driving him to his task. He tried his hardest to reach the semen that had been largely absorbed by the pad.

Roger was still sucking almost a minute later. He hadn't heard some of the cruel remarks from the younger women (Svetlana: "What a scum sucking pig." Monica: "You mean a CUM-sucking pig." Kristin: "How about just a pig in general?"). His mind was lost in subspace, and making sure he pleased his master. The maxi-pad was dry. All the cum was back inside him now but he kept slurping and sucking with all his might.

>>1800
>>1800
Vanessa watched him with great interest. This was one of the most enjoyable kink experiences she'd ever had. Who knew dominating Roger could be so much fun! Finally, she pulled the pad away from the obedient male slave and patted him on the head. "That's a good cum-eater," she condescended.

"Thank you, master," Roger gasped, putting his head against her leg and looking up to her like the adoring dog that he was.

The rest of the afternoon was focused on the completion of Roger's cum-eating humiliation. Vanessa and the girls sipped wine while Roger was forced to dance around the room like an idiot, bust his own balls, and slap his own ass while simultaneously pumping his penis, do "jerk-off jumping jacks, and other various self-humiliation performance art. No lubrication was provided and Roger was not permitted to use his own saliva.

While Roger performed his monkey-spanking routine under the watchful eye of his female superiors, the women got into an earnest discussion on weather he was a cum-guzzler, a cum-gobbler, a cum-chortler, or simply a cum-eater. After much debate, they concluded Roger was all of the above. Each woman took the opportunity to step down on Roger's penis as they made him suck his slimy semen from the increasingly worn maxi-pad. The most humiliating moment for Roger might have been when Svetlana stood behind and slapped his ass while ordering him to fuck his hand until he came. Because he had no lube and he had already come three times in rapid succession, Roger had to pump like mad. It took him close to ten minutes. His face turned as red as his ass. It didn't help that his little sister held the maxi-pad and belittled him verbally: "C'mon loser. You can do it."

When he shot his seed for the fourth and final time, he collapsed on the floor. Monica ordered him to sit up. Like the others she pinned his spent penis to the ground. Roger’s younger sister glared down at him triumphantly. Then, with a chuckle, she stuffed the maxi-pad partway into his mouth, which caused Roger to gag. “You know what to do. Chortle it down, loser."

Roger licked up his sperm and stared up at his smiling little sister, the girl who used to look up to him a long time ago, now confirming her superiority over him. He felt the male anger, which he thought was dead, kick in. His ego and pride welled to the service as he ate his own ejaculate, his face turning sour in protest.

Monica exchanged glances with the other women. All of them sensed Roger’s ego, still not completely destroyed, returning for one final, futile resistance.

>>1801
“He thinks we don’t notice,” Vanessa said, to nobody in particular.

Monica reached back and slapped him in the face. Then she did it again, and a third time for good measure. “Sit up,” she said. She looked down at his balls. Although the balls themselves were diminished in size, her brother’s scrotum presented a wonderful target. Without further adieu, she took her foot back and gave Roger a swift kick in the balls.

THUNK!

Roger emitted an epic, agonized groan as his sister’s foot crashed into his now-empty nuts. The women stood behind Monica and congratulated her for a job well done.

Roger’s face hit the floor and he brought his knees up to his chest. He cradled his scrotum in his hands and managed to whimper out a “Sorry, ma’am,” with what little breath he had in his lungs. As he spoke, Roger could still feel the thickness of his own sperm lining his esophagus, his teeth and his gums. He looked at the four sets of lovely legs and high heels, which resided above him. Roger hoped his apology might be enough to garner some leniency.

He recognized his sister’s high heels as she stood, foot together next to his face. “Kiss my feet, bitch.”

As Roger kissed away, he heard the women slapping Monica five in congratulations. Then he heard the words he feared the most.

Vanessa: “I think it’s about time this compulsive, penis pumping jackass gets a good hard ass-blistering.” She turned to Monica. “Monica, I think it would only be fitting if you had the honors.” Vanessa produced the hairbrush that seemed to come from nowhere.

Roger was already sobbing in anticipation as he went over Monica’s lap for his dreaded F/m OTK discipline. The other women instructed Monica how to properly arrange Roger’s buttocks for a severe thrashing. Monica squeezed her thighs tightly around Roger’s deflated penis and felt a rush of power go through her. Kristin showed her how to properly pin his arm back so he couldn’t move.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Even Vanessa was surprised at how hard Monica spanked. But that was nothing compared to how surprised Roger was. She spanked as hard as Kristin! Monica alternated between cheeks and taunted Roger. “This is fantastic!” she said. “I can’t wait to tell all the girls that I was right about you, Roger. It’s going to be great. In fact, I think I’m going to repeat this in the near future, but I’ll invite the whole gaggle. What do you think of that?”

Roger knew “the gaggle” was a group of seven girls Monica’s age that tended to hang out together. They were all popular, fashion-conscious young women like his sister. He felt himself begin to break down.

Vanessa reached down and grabbed Roger’s chin. “Your little sister is asking you a question, Roger. Answer her!”

“Yes ma’am! I’ll do whatever you say!” he cried.

“That’s right you will.” Monica continued. “The girls will all love it! You’ll serve us naked, and dance around for us. I’ll make you show them everything!” Allie, Suzie, and Jennifer – they’re all total size queens. They are going to laugh their asses off when they see your little secret on full display!”

After only 15 spanks, Roger began kicking his legs. The crying and sobbing happened soon thereafter. Monica was nowhere near stopping though. She had a point to make. Vanessa, Kristin, and Svetlana sat proudly on the couch enjoying the spectacle. Through tears, Roger begged her to stop.

>>1802
“I don’t think so,” said Monica. “Who’s the boss?” she asked.

“You are.”

“Me and all other women!” Monica said proudly, making Roger repeat her words.

Finally, Monica handed him over to Vanessa, who couldn’t resist giving him a few hard slaps with her hand. Since he was already so sore, her hand made his legs dance and the pleas commenced anew. Roger cried his eyes out. Finally, Vanessa felt the women had made their point. She released him and let him dance around the room, sobbing loudly and gingerly gripping his ass with both hands. The women all felt great pleasure at this final humiliating affirmation of their superiority.

Roger felt genuinely relieved when Vanessa locked his penis back in its sheath and put the key back in her purse.

>>1803
WHAP! WHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP!

Behind her desk, Vanessa Cromwell sat back, legs crossed, enjoying a familiar spectacle. Roger's deep sobs filled her office. His legs had been running in place a few minutes ago, but he was past that stage now. He lay limply in Kristin's lap, his arm twisted behind his back as Kristin completed his severe spanking. When was it ever not severe? And no matter how often he found himself over a woman’s lap these days, Roger was never adequately prepared for the pain.

In an odd paradox, despite the agonizing pain of a female-administered spanking, Roger had gotten to the point where he felt a deep-seeded need to be spanked regularly. On this day he hadn't received female discipline in nearly a week. Finally mid afternoon after completing his chores, he went to Miss Kristin and told her that he had impure thoughts about a woman he'd seen in the hallway and he needed to be punished. Kristin had smiled, and promptly taken him by the hand to Vanessa's office to honor his request.

Now, halfway through the spanking, Roger was asking himself why he would request such pain and humiliation. When he begged Kristin to stop, she laughed and told him, "You asked for it. Now you're gonna get it."

It had taken nearly the whole summer, but now Roger was totally under the control of Women. All aspects of his life were now in their hands. Vanessa had seen to it. During the day, he had Kristin, Svetlana, Maya and Vanessa supervising him. At nights, he did menial chores for them, their friends, and his sister's friends at their houses. Sometimes he was made to service them orally, though he was never granted release himself. Every single day was filled with CFNM discipline, male slavery, and an endless array of painful humiliations. Roger's entire life was now devoted to serving the Female cause.

In addition to regular spankings and constant slavery, Roger was permitted one day a month (if he behaved well enough) where his penis would be unlocked and he'd be permitted to masturbate in the most humiliating ways imaginable. The clever women never ran out of new and innovative ways to humiliate him. Roger had to confess that he'd been outsmarted and outmaneuvered by the superior gender.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!!!

With one final flurry, Kristin completed Roger's spanking. She took a look at his ass, and smiled when she confirmed that every square inch was bright red. "That will fix you," she said, placing the hairbrush back in her purse.

Roger was allowed to jump around the room and furiously rub his burning ass. Kristin and Vanessa winked at one another. They both shared a deep enjoyment of what they referred to privately as the “Post OTK penis dance of shame.” They absolutely loved watching Roger cry it out, completely oblivious to his twitching, flopping sex organ. Then, as he was trained to do, Roger kneeled in front of Kristin and profusely thanked her for the lesson in respect - as if he really needed another lesson!

Vanessa came around from the desk and stood next to Kristin. Roger looked up at the two women with total awe and recited his pledge:

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

"What a good, well-trained male he's become," remarked Vanessa. "I owe a lot to you, Kristin. You've been wonderful."

"It's really my pleasure, Miss Cromwell," said Kristin.

Vanessa stared back down at her hapless, defeated foe. "Roger, you'll be happy to know I contacted the tri sigma sorority at your university. I told them a very bad little boy will be returning to school in a few days. The two women I spoke to, Sonya and Deanna, both said they'd be happy to hold the remote control to your penis sheath as well as your chastity key while you are at school. They both said they could use a good houseboy. I explained to them that you required constant OTK spankings and a hairbrush was the best way to get results. They told me they couldn’t wait to get your over their laps in front of the entire sorority but that they preferred to use heavy paddles that they used to use on girls during pledging."

"Thank you, master." Roger then fell to his stomach put his head next to Vanessa's feet. Kristen stepped behind him and have his balls a final stomp before leaving the room. A moment later, the high heel closest to him lifted off the floor. Roger stuck out his tongue and began furiously cleaning the underside of the shoe with long, eager strokes.

THE END

huh

>>1815
Sorry. There was problems with this thread earlier.

>>1815
>>1816

what?

>>1817
I clicked on this thread and only one story would show up.

>>1821
probably accidentally clicked "last 50 posts"

>>1797
i've always wondered if chastity devices have the potential to cause lasting effects/damage to the penis

>>1805
that was great, loved the female supremacy aspect

>>2387
I know, I wish I knew why that idea has such a direct connection to my cock. It really really turns me on.

Useful Humiliation

-Carmenica Diaz

Rose had completely shocked me with her casual announcement, so shocked I almost spilt my wine. I peered at her through my glasses and she smiled at me. 'Did I hear you right? You're going away for two weeks with your girlfriend?'

She nodded, laughing at my consternation. 'Yes, two wonderful weeks in Jamaica and I'm going to drink cocktails, eat and eat, lay on the sand and,' she winked, 'have lots of great sex with Jessica.'

I blushed at that, I had seen Jessica when she came to one of Rose's pool and she was absolutely stunning. I'd never been interested in women, but I could see the appeal.

'But,' I spluttered, 'what about Steve… your husband ?' I reminded her.

'I'm not worried about little old Steve, Tammy,' Rose winked. 'Steve does exactly what I tell him.'

I had to admit that ever since Steve's accident last Fall, he was very attentive to Rose and we all noticed it. There were times when I wished my ex-husband had been as attentive. Didn't matter now, he was long gone, the slimy bastard!

'Steve knows about Jessica?'

'I tell him every little detail and I mean every detail!' Rose winked again and smiled devilishly as she poured herself another glass of wine.

'Do you remember that accident Steve had last fall?'

'He fell off the ladder when he was cleaning the gutters, didn't he, broke his shoulder and a leg?'

'That's it except it wasn't an accident!'

I spluttered in my wine. 'You mean…'

'Yep, I sabotaged his ladder right after I found out he was fucking that slut of a secretary of his.'

'You did what!'

'Well,' Rose said defensively, 'I was pretty mad. I mean, I was pulling a lot of shifts at the hospital and he was sneaking off to bang that slut!'

'But you could have killed him!'

'Yeah, well, I didn't but when he was laid up and couldn't move for four weeks, I came up with a better idea.' She sipped her wine again and leaned forward. '…I pierced his cock.'

This time I lost it completely and spurted wine across the table. Rose grinned as I apologized and mopped it up. 'You did what?'

'I put a ring through the end of his useless pathetic little wiener and another ring under his balls, then I put a padlock through it, and bingo!'

I knew my mouth was open but I didn't believe it. Rose was a nurse and she had pierced my belly button for me but she had completely dumbfounded me with this.

'But, what did he say?'

'Oh he was a little pissed and then I pointed out the facts of life. He was going to remain locked up until I decide. If he gave me any grief, I was going to divorce him and take his business.'

'I don't believe it,' I muttered and Rose laughed.

'Believe it honey, I've got him right where I want him.'

'What about, you know, sex?'

'He gets to jerk off once a month or earlier if I'm in a good mood. I get plenty from finally being able to indulge in my own sexuality. I had no idea how repressed I actually felt until I started doing this. It's incredibly freeing.'

'He jerks off?'

'Yeah, I unlock his cock and he goes at it, then I lock it up again for another month.'

'Why doesn't he run away when you've unlocked him?'

Rose laughed nastily.' Because he's naked and chained around the neck to the pipes in our cellar and the idea of divorce scares the hell out of him. I won't unlock his cock until he's chained himself and I've checked that he's done it right.'

The picture of a naked and chained Steve popped into my head and I couldn't help but laugh softly. And then another thought occurred to me. 'Do you watch him…do it?'

Rose laughed at my flushed face. 'I used to, made it a little more humiliating for him. Now, I can't be bothered. I just leave him there and let him have fun for a few minutes.'

'I mean, how does he do it? Does he have magazines or something?'

'No way! I've banned all that stuff, he doesn't even get to see me naked. He hasn't seen a pussy for six months.' I gaped at her. 'Believe me, Tammy, when that lock comes off, he's pretty horny, it doesn't take long. When I watched him, I used to wear a short skirt and the idiot would stare at my legs while he furiously jerked off. It's really quite funny.'

'Oh my god,' I murmured, my face hot and I sipped my wine.

'His jerk-off day will occur on Friday when I'm away. Of course,' she smiled evilly, 'he wanted me to bring it forward but he hasn't been nice enough to me so I want to leave the key with you.'

'Me? I couldn't…'

'It's no problem, Tammy. He'll chain himself up, give you the key to the locks for the chain and you give him this key,' she said sliding a gold key across the table, 'and give him a minute or so. You can always stay and watch, if you like.'

Rose winked as she continued. 'He'll lock himself back up, you take the key and hide it before he gets free and dressed. It's really simple. He'll freak out when I tell him you've got the key.'

'Why's that?'

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'Oh, he just thinks your so prim and proper, I think he's a little afraid of you so that will make it all the more humiliating for him when he has to ask you for the key.' Rose drained her glass. 'It's really pretty simple. Have a little fun, Tammy.'

'What if he doesn't ask?'

'He might not, he might find it too humiliating but I suspect he will, he hates going a month with only one jerk off, I doubt he could last two months. My bet is, he will ask you as soon as I leave, hoping you'll let him come a few times while I'm away. If you want to, that's ok, I'm feeling magnanimous.'

Rose stood up and kissed me goodbye. 'I'll send you a postcard. Have fun, I know I will.'

Later, I stood at my kitchen window and watched Jessica drive up and greet Rose. Steve loaded their bags into the car and they drove off to their vacation. Steve stood forlornly at the front door, gazing down the street. He turned to look at my house and I stepped back so he couldn't see me. The key was lying on the table and I quickly shoved it into the sugar container, pushing it down until it was completely hidden.

I went upstairs and had a long bath, lost in thought as I soaked. When I dried myself, I put my glasses back on so I could see my naked reflection in the wall mirror. I didn't look too bad, aerobics and the light weight training I did every week was paying off. I let my fingers wander through my soft pubic hair and I gently stroked my fleshy lips as Rose's words echoed in my mind, *I've banned all that stuff, he doesn't even get to see me naked. He hasn't seen pussy for six months .*

The telephone rang and I jumped, and then grabbed it. 'Hello?'

'Tammy,' a male voice said hesitantly, 'this is Steve.'

For a moment, I panicked and then the whole absurd situation took hold of me, filling me with a feeling I had never experienced before.

'Yes?' I said coolly.

'Ah…Rose said…she told you about…you know.'

'No,' I snapped, 'I don't know. I don't read minds, you know!'

I heard a rough intake of breath and found myself smiling. My fingers slipped below the towel again and I shivered as I touched my now slightly wet pussy. 'I thought, Rose…I mean she told me that she told you…'

I brought my fingers to my nostrils and smelt myself, that thick musky perfume that I found so exciting when I was aroused. 'Get on with it, Steve!' My voice crackled with sensuality and my fingers gently traced around my throbbing pussy.

The words came in a rush and, for a moment I thought he was crying but I quickly realized it was the intense humiliation he was enduring. 'Rose said she told you about the key and she gave it to you!'

'Well, yes,' I purred, 'she did tell me about the lock on a certain piece of your anatomy. And she did give me a key, I'll try to remember where I left it.'

'Please,' he croaked, 'could I have the key?'

'I'll think about it.' I couldn't endure it any longer, slammed the phone down and collapsed on the bed, both hands caressing my burning pussy. 'Oh God!' I screamed as I came in a fierce and intense rush.

I sat at my kitchen table in my robe, sipping iced tea and trying to understand what had occurred. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm since my husband ran off with that slut from the dry-cleaners. Pete was a complete jerk but he had been excellent in bed. My only criticism was that he hated oral and never went down on me. I couldn't make him and as I didn't like sucking him, it seemed a fair trade.

Although, I used to fantasize about a man licking me, teasing me with his tongue until I came.

Slowly, I made up my mind and dressed in a black lace bra and panty set. I looked at myself and suddenly wished I had contacts instead of glasses but it was too late for that. Maybe , I thought, the glasses will make me look more in control. What did Rose say? *He just thinks your so prim and proper, I think he's a little afraid of you*

I looked through my wardrobe and pulled out a short black cocktail dress, it was about four inches above the knee, low cut and clingy. Pete used to ask me to wear it but I always felt self conscious in it. I tossed it on the bed and rummaged through my underwear drawer for my black suspender belt, remembering more of Rose's words, when I watched him, I used to wear a short skirt and the idiot would stare at my legs while he jerked off. It's really quite funny

The suspender belt was almost brand new, I think I had only worn it on the honeymoon and I searched through the tangled bundle of pantyhose and stockings for black stockings, hopefully they wouldn't be laddered.

Dressed to my satisfaction and drenched in my sexiest perfume, I made myself a stiff drink and took one mouthful before I dialled the number.

'Hello?' Steve answered tentatively.

'You have two minutes to get over here!' I snapped, hanging up and then downing the remainder of my drink.

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The doorbell rang in less than two minutes but I let him wait and extra five before I opened it. 'Tammy…' he stuttered.

'Shut up!' I snapped and turned back into my living room and he nervously followed. 'Shut the door!'

I arranged myself on the sofa, crossing my legs and his eyes fell to the sheer nylons and I smiled. He couldn't tear his eyes away and I thought I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. The realisation that it must hurt him when his cock tried to get hard, made me shiver and I knew my panties were becoming wet.

'So, Rose has locked your cock up while she fucks that pretty slut?'

Steve's eyes bulged at my words and tried to stammer a reply, I didn't bother to listen. 'Shut up, Steve,' I said in a bored tone although I definitely wasn't bored and I uncrossed and crossed my legs again. Instantly, I was rewarded with that dull expression of pain over his round face and I squirmed a little on the sofa.

'I understand Rose allows you to jerk yourself off once a month?' He nodded frantically. 'That's interesting,' I sneered, 'but I have no interest in allowing you to do so.' His face when white and his mouth fell open. 'Why should I? Your wife asked me to look after the key, she didn't ask me to let you jerk off,' I said. It wasn't strictly true but it also wasn't strictly a lie, just manipulation of the facts.

'But Tammy,' he whined.

'I mean, what's in it for me?' I stared at him coldly. 'What's my benefit in this?'

'What do you want?' he stammered. 'I'll do anything…'

'Will you?' I instantly pounced. 'You'll do anything?'

He nodded and I smiled as he murmured, 'Anything. You just have to ask…'

'Ask? I think you mean I tell you what I want. Isn't that right?'

'Yes,' he muttered, head down, 'that's right.'

'Good and what I want is orgasms, Steve, nice juicy orgasms. Let me see,' I said, pretending to think while I uncrossed my legs, tugged my skirt down a little but, in fact made it shift up so the tops of my stockings were visible. There it was , I thought with glee, that flicker of pain. It must really hurt the poor schmuck! God, if I see it again, I think I'll come just be squeezing my thighs together!

'I think I should have at least five orgasms before you get one. Sounds fair to me, does it sound fair to you, Steve?'

'Yes,' he quickly mumbled, 'yes, that's fair.

'You give me five and I'll let you jerk off to your hearts content. The quicker I get my five, the quicker you get to feel your pathetic little cock.'

His eyes bulged at that as he quickly figured this might not be a bad deal for him after all. Rose did say she was feeling magnanimous.

'Ok,' he said slowly, 'but how will I give you these…'

'Use your intelligence, Steve,' I sneered. 'Your tongue, baby, surely you've gone down a woman before?'

He flushed and I guessed he hadn't really enjoyed it, well, too bad, he was about to get a lot of practise. 'Of course, but…'

'Get down on your knees, boy,' I said, pointing at the carpet in front of me. He did so slowly and looked up at me. 'Now, I said, producing a silk scarf, 'I'm going to blindfold you. Rose said you weren't allowed to see pussy but she didn't say anything about tasting pussy!' I laughed softly as I made the blindfold fast, then lifted my skirt and shucked my panties down.

Devilishly, I rubbed my wet panties over his nose. 'Get used to that scent,' and laid back. 'I'm ready, baby,' I purred.

Steve lowered his face towards my pussy and I could feel myself getting soaked. I wondered how I must smell to him… I was a previously self-conscious about the my arousal but now it didn't matter at all. If he didn't like it, tough!

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'Oh,' I moaned softly as his tongue drifted over my outer lips. 'Take your time,' I whispered, 'we have all night.'

His movements were jerky and a little rough, almost as if he wanted to get the whole experience over with.

I knew he couldn't see anything but I was sure he could smell me - I could, I was so ripe, so hot! Would I really make him give me five orgasms , I wondered as I floated away on the tip pf his tongue, would I?

'Slow down, Stevie,' I whispered, 'nice and slow, tease me a little.'

The feeling was superb! Not just the soft feel of his tongue against my clit but the fact I could just lie back and enjoy it, didn't have to worry if he was enjoying and, what's more I didn't have to reciprocate! This must be heaven, I thought, sheer heaven !

His face showed a brief flicker of pain and I guiltily wondered if he was finding my juices so distasteful and then I realised it was the pain of his locked cock swelling as he tasted me! That realisation made me feel even better, if that were possible and I parted my thighs even more and slipped my fingers into his curly hair, pulling his face closer into me, swimming in sensual bliss for twenty minutes or so.

'A little faster,' I moaned and I allowed myself to be swept up into the sensual and illicit nature of it, the taboo and the power. Next time , I moaned to myself, I'd get him to do it in front of a mirror so I can see. Next time? Am I sure? But, it feels so fucking sweet!

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his tongue working furiously and little beads of perspiration dripping from under the blindfold. He was really working hard, he must really want that orgasm but I have to get four more!

That thought, combined with his tongue and the unreal situation of urgent and controlled sex sent me spiralling over the edge. Fingers locked into his hair, I pulled his face close, rubbing against him as I crashed through, as I erupted and for one moment I thought I saw stars.

Sheepishly, I pushed him away as he had kept licking and nibbling after I had finally come down from the shooting pleasure and I always become sensitive. Steve sat back on his haunches and I quickly looked around for my underwear, scooped them up and shimmied into the panties urgently, smoothing my skirt down over them.

I almost ran to my bedroom, shouting over my shoulder, 'you know the way out! Get out!' There was no way I wanted to face him yet, no way I wanted him to see me after I had just orgasmed, I didn't think I could stand the embarrassment.

Peeking around the curtains, I saw him walking across the lawn to his house and opening his front door.

I made a light supper, constantly thinking about what had happened. What was I thinking , I berated myself, how could I do that ? But , a sexy little voice inside my head pointed out, have you cum like that before?

When I put the lights out, I wondered what Steve was doing over in his house and I peeked through the window. The lights were on and I guessed he was watching television.

At night I slept like a baby, slept too much. The first thing I did was peek through the curtains and saw Steve walking to his carport. Moments later, I saw him drive off to work in his truck, his face turned towards my house as he drove past and I shrank back.

I showered quickly, dressed and, already late for work, drove crazily to the large building that housed the call centre I worked in. I was a Team Leader to a group of nine operatives and we handled customer service complaints for a giant software company. As I only worked part time, the shifts weren't that long but I was always glad to get out of the place.

For the entire shift, I thought of nothing but what had occurred the night before and by the time I pulled into my garage, I knew I had to have another go. What did it matter what he thought , I rationalized, what did I care what he thought? He's the one with a padlock on his cock!

I did a little housework, constantly peering through the curtains to see if Steve's pick up was in his carport and as I was getting the washing ready, I blushed when I picked up the panties I had worn yesterday, remembering how I had rubbed them on his face.

The washing machine was jumping around, the floors sparkled and the kitchen looked like no one had ever lived here and I was hot, so hot, I suddenly decided to have a swim. After all , I reasoned, Rose has always said for me to come over and use their pool anytime.

I felt that illicit sexual feeling sweep over me again and a sudden image of Steve, blindfolded with his mouth on me 'down there' made me flush and I felt arousal building.

Stripping my clothes off, I had a quick shower, shaved my legs and underarms and, as I rubbed moisturiser into my legs, I wondered what swimsuit I would wear?

Deep down, I knew I had all ready made the decision, a white low cut one piece with a gold diagonal strip from right breast to left hip. It was high cut so I gave myself just a little trim but kept cutting and cutting as I remembered Steve's tongue and how I had pulled his face into me. God, I was getting wet all ready and I stared down at my vastly trimmed groin, my clit was almost wetly visible.

Parading in front of the mirror in the swimsuit, I thought I looked ok. To him , I told myself, I probably look like a goddess; it's been so long for the poor schmuck, even though I'll have to wear my glasses!

I rummaged through the drawers and found a pair of gold earrings and slipped them in. After making my face up and styling my shoulder length hair, I was ready.

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped a blue sarong around my waist, slipped on a pair of gold sandals and tried to saunter sexily over to Rose's house. It's not easy to saunter in sandals and a swimsuit and I had a sudden respect for all those models that make it look so easy.

I dropped the sarong on a white lounge and slipped into the pool for a minute, careful of my hair and face, then laid down on my back on the lounge, sunglasses on and waited for Steve to get home.

When his car pulled in, I was dozing comfortably in the sun, feeling warm and sensual – in fact, downright sexy!

'Ah…Tammy?'

'Hi there, Stevie,' I said throatily, enjoying his expression as he stared at me. 'I'm feeling thirsty.'

'Would you like a drink?' he asked quickly. 'You like bourbon, right?'

'Sounds good,' I said, airily waving him away and I squeezed my thighs together at the sight of him almost running to the house to get me a drink.

He returned dressed in swim shorts with the drink, ice tinkling in the glass and I took it from him, smiling and one arm behind my head. 'Thanks.' I looked over the top of my sunglasses at his crotch. 'How's it going?'

'Well, you know…'

'Well, I don't,' I said with a smile and sipped my drink.

Steve shifted uncomfortably and then sat on the end of the lounge. 'Can we talk?'

'Aren't we?' I said teasingly.

'"Did you mean it about, five…well, you know…'

Feeling bold, I smiled and said, 'can't you say orgasms, Steve?'

'Sure,' he said, red faced, 'but I was thinking, maybe we could change the way…you know,' he stammered.

'You don't like the way you did it?' I asked coolly. You don't like going down on me , I felt like saying, you don't like it ?

'I was thinking,' he said and then looked right at me, 'that maybe I could just fuck you.'

I laughed. 'It'd be over in five seconds – I don't think so.'

'But we could wait, I could go a second time and then I could really fuck you…'

'So you get to come twice? Nice try, buster!'

'But…'

'Steve,' I said coldly, 'I don't want to!'

'But five?' he whined and I grinned maliciously but thought, I was a little tender, what would I feel like after five?

'What else can you offer?'

He looked around in desperation. 'Massages? I could clean your car? I…'

'Massages? You any good?'

'Rose used to think so.'

I ignored his hangdog look and rolled over. 'Let's see. You can rub the sun oil in and massage me at the same time.'

He was pretty good, I had to give him that and I was feeling pretty good as well as lazy and sensual. I had to admit it was good to feel the strong hands of a man touching, it had been a long time. 'I can't stand it,' he moaned and I turned around to look up at him, his face contorted with pain.

'Can't stand touching me? I coldly demanded.

'You don't understand,' he moaned, 'it hurts when I get…you know.'

I turned over. 'Let me see it,' I said softly.

His eyes widened. 'But…'

'Drop the shorts, Steve,' I snapped, 'or I'll make it fifty before you get to touch it!' His eyes fell and he started tugging at his shorts. Damn, it felt good to order him around, I admitted to myself, it was great he had no choice!

>>2850
>>2850
He looked nervously around but the yard was enclosed with a high fence and he pulled the shorts down to his ankles. I exchanged my sunglasses for my usual glasses and examined him. There was a plastic tube around his penis and was a gold ring through his cock head and joined another ring under his testicles with a gold padlock. This caused his cock to be stretched tightly against his balls and pointing downwards and would make touching it impossible.

I shook my head, Rose was an evil woman.

'So it hurts when it tries to get hard?' I asked, staring at his cock. It's been so long since I've seen one, felt one.

'Like the devil,' he moaned.

I stood up quickly, grabbed my sarong and sunglasses. 'Let's go into the house.' He stooped to pick up his shorts. 'Leave them, I like you naked.'

Imperiously, I dropped the sarong on the sofa, a white leather one I had always thought was a little tacky but, 'tacky' does, I'm afraid, does describe Rose's taste.

The main bedroom was all white, I'd seen the queen size bed when Rose had bought it and the walk in wardrobes had floor to ceiling mirrors that reflected the room. Perfect , I thought, just perfect .

Steve shuffled in, hands hovering in front of his groin and I noticed he was red in the face. 'Where do you sleep now?'

'In the spare bedroom,' he mumbled.

'So Rose fucks in here?' I said nastily and he flinched.

'Suppose so.'

'Here's the deal, Steve. I'm going to lie on that bed, get really comfortable and you're going to kneel there. If you give me what I want, I'll adjust the count.'

'To what?' he asked quickly and I smiled.

'Let's say, if you deliver, you may only have to deliver one more time after that.' I suppose I could have given him what he wanted after I came but I liked the control I had, the way he did what I wanted. Knowing men, I guessed the moment he came, he would lose interest in doing anything for me, anything at all.

He nodded and slowly walked forward. 'Not so fast,' I said, 'you have to be blindfolded. Rose said you weren't allowed to see so get something for a blindfold.' The truth was, I wasn't ready for him to see me naked. It's always difficult getting naked in front of a guy the first time and even in these weird circumstances, I wasn't ready to let him look. Plus for now, I liked the contrast between him not seeing me and me inspecting him.

Steve opened the wardrobe and started to listlessly look through clothes. 'For god sakes, let me!'

I pushed him out of the way and started going through drawers and laughed softly when I found Rose's vibrator in a sock in her underwear drawer. Pushing it aside, I rummaged through the drawer and found a pair of full control panties in black and a black scarf with a fringe.

'This will do.' He started to kneel on the carpet and I said, 'put a pillow down, you can kneel on that.' When he was down, I snapped the panties over his head and pulled them down over his eyes and then wrapped the scarf over them, tying it firmly. 'Can you see?' He shook his head and I stood up and peeled my swimsuit down and off. I stared at our reflections in the mirror – a naked blindfolded man on his knees, waiting to service me and I was instantly wet from the sight.

>>2851
Naked, I lay back on the bed in front of him, legs parted. I could smell myself so I was sure he could. 'Ok, Stevie,' I whispered, 'come find me.'

He leaned forward and I sighed when his tentative tongue made first contact. After ten minutes, I was really flying and I opened my eyes to watch in the mirror. The sight of his naked back with muscles rippling slightly as he licked and my naked legs obscenely spread around his blindfolded face made me moan again and louder.

Another twenty minutes; my head moved back and I turned to one side as his tongue caressed my clit. 'Oooo…' I purred, 'you're getting pretty good at this.'

My fingers locked around his head, feeling the silk of the scarf and the tight panties as I pulled him closer and deeper into me. His tongue slid in and out of me and then tickled my inner thighs. 'Stop teasing,' I whispered, 'you know what I want.'

My eyes flickered open and I gasped at the sight in the mirror, my fingers pulling his head in, the urgency of my thrusting into his face and the look on my face was pure animal lust. That's what I look like , I realised, that's what I look like as I'm about to cum ! I'm about to cum! I'm about to fucking…

I arched back into the bed, pulling his face hard into me as I screamed, my entire body vibrating and plusing with the pleasure that rippled through me. For a moment, I thought I would die from it!

Gently, I pushed him away and his fingers went to his blindfold. 'No,' I said hurriedly, 'wait!' I slid off the bed and pulled my swimsuit up, snapping the straps down. My face was flushed and my hair completely tousled, the goddess had vanished and was replaced by a woman who looked like she had just had wild sex. I grinned at that and nodded to myself, I suppose I have .

I stripped the blindfold and panties off and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. 'Tammy,' he said brokenly, 'please? Please let me, it's hell; you have no idea what it's like. When I'm tasting your sweet pussy, I'm in constant pain.'

Sweet pussy , I pondered, he said sweet pussy? He likes it? ' 'No, I don't have any idea. In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a cock.'

I turned to flounce out of the room when his broken and sobbing voice held me. 'Please Tammy, I'll do anything if you let me, anything.'

He looks like he's about to cry , I thought, he really wants it.

I don't know what it was, perhaps the look on his face or the urge to get back to my place, get out of the swimsuit and slip into a warm bath to ease my now sensitive pussy but I relented. Guess I'm not cut out to be a hardhearted dominatrix.

'Wash my car and clean it out, I want to see it sparkle and then I want you to cook dinner for me. No frozen dinner, a real dinner and if the car glows and the food is good enough, I just might let you.'

'Yes ma'am,' he said with an eager grin.

I watched him washing my car through the window as I waited for the bath to run. It's not bad , I pointed out to myself, having a man at your beck and call, is it? I gingerly lowered myself into the bath and leaned back. Yes, it's not bad at all, quite useful in fact . I wonder what's for dinner?

>>2852
I watched him washing my car through the window as I waited for the bath to run. It's not bad , I pointed out to myself, having a man at your beck and call, is it? I gingerly lowered myself into the bath and leaned back. Yes, it's not bad at all, quite useful in fact . I wonder what's for dinner?

What to wear, what to wear , I thought as, wrapped in a towel, I studied the racks of my clothes, what do I wear for dinner with a man whose cock I control?

First things first, I spilled the contents of my underwear drawer onto my bed and looked through it. What does it matter , I told myself, he's not going to see it, is he ?

Wrapped in soft paper at the bottom of another drawer was a bra and panty set I had spent an excessive amount of money on when I was trying to convince my ex-husband I was sexy. It was in a delicate peach colour, the panties soft and silky with an embroidered design in chocolate lace over the crotch that was repeated on the bra cups. The bra also gave me a little extra help and my cleavage looked great, although it was a little tight and was uncomfortable for long periods.

The set came with a small suspender belt in the same colour and lace design and I slid a pair of suntan stockings up and connected the stocking tops to the suspenders.

I twisted and turned, examining myself in the mirror and gave myself a thumbs up – I looked pretty sexy and it was amazing how my confidence had increased in a such a short time.

Taking my time, I did my face and hair, added dabs of perfume to strategic areas over my body and then stepped into my dress; it was a layered georgette dress with a low neckline and gathered under the bust. I loved the colour; it's not exactly white but is called ice and I loved the feel of it as I moved. It was a dress I had bought sometime ago and I always felt a little self-conscious in it but now I felt positively gorgeous, even with glasses!

Stepping into my party shoes, jewelled heels in silver, I sprayed a cloud of perfume, walked through it and I was ready. Ready for what , a cautious voice asked , ready for what exactly ? Ready for dinner, of course .

Of course, I made a big thing of inspecting the car, guessing he was watching. It positively shone in side and out; I could see my face reflected in the hood so I was pleased with Steve's efforts.

Steve was hovering around the open door and I sailed past, noting he had changed into a white casual shirt and black pants. He even smelt good and I guessed he also spent time in the bathroom.

'What's for dinner, Steve?' I asked throatily, enjoying the look in his eyes as he looked me up and down and then grimaced. I chuckled, knowing he was trying to get hard and I felt great!

'I have some fish and I'll grill it on the barbeque. If that's ok?' he asked quickly.

'Sounds dreamy,' I said, walking into the dining room, saw he had set the table and had even lit candles. 'Very nice, are you trying to seduce me, Stevie?'

>>2853
'Uh, well…what you said.'

'I'm kidding,' I smiled and brushed past him, grinning at the expression of pain that flickered over his face as I did. A bowl of garden salad sat in the centre of the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 'Why don't you cook the fish?' I said, pouring some wine and he vanished to the patio.

'I could really get used to this,' I said softly, sipping the wine while checking the cutlery for marks.

The fish didn't take long and Steve hovered as he slid a piece on the plate. The eager expression on his face and his willingness to make me happy was a real turn on.

He served himself and watched me anxiously as I cut a piece and chewed it. 'Very nice,' I said at last and he sighed in relief, picking up his knife and fork when I was struck by a devilish thought. 'Why don't you get comfortable,' I said sweetly, 'and take your clothes off?'

For a moment I thought he was going to argue but thought better off it and immediately stripped naked. I smiled at the gold padlock glittering in the candlelight and squeezed my thighs together. This feels so good , I thought, smiling at the naked man on the other side of the table, I might have to use his mouth again.

I sipped the wine and then ate silently while Steve, red faced, picked at his food. 'Are you looking forward to jerking off?' I asked, making conversation.

'Yes,' he mumbled, face bright red.

'How does Rose organize it?' I remembered what she had told me but I thought I'd check and I did like the humiliation on his face.

'I chain myself in the cellar,' he mumbled. 'I lock a chain around my neck and through the furnace pipes. Rose makes sure it's locked and then gives me the key to this,' he said, gesturing at his cock.

I picked up my wine, stood up and started walking to the living room. 'Why don't you clean up?'

When he came to the living room, I was seated on the tacky sofa and his eyes were drawn to my crossed legs, that familiar painful expression flickering over his face. I felt just a little horny and so powerful to have this naked man jumping at my every whim.

I pointed at the fireplace and at the heavy metal rings on the grate. 'That looks sturdy,' I said and his face followed my finger.

'Yes, it's embedded in the concrete.'

'Good,' I said, 'why don't you chain yourself there?'

'There?'

'Why not?' I said sweetly. 'I'm going to watch and I don't like the idea of your cellar, probably has spiders and thingies.'

'You're going to watch?' His mouth hung open and his face was the brightest red so far.

'What are you waiting for? Hurry up or I might change my mind.'

He scurried away at that and I smiled as his naked ass disappeared out the door. Moments later he was back with a length of chain and two padlocks and he locked one end of the chain around his neck, the other through the heavy ring on the grate.

I stood up, took the keys from him and walked to the door, feeling his eyes on me every step of the way. 'I'll get the key,' I said, posing in the doorway, 'don't go away.'

The thought of a naked man chained and waiting on me was too much and the moment I got inside my door, I lifted the hem of my dress and slipped my fingers into my panties. 'Just as I thought,' I murmured, 'wet, really wet!'

I went to the bathroom, freshened up and then retrieved the key from the sugar, leaving the other keys on the bench top. He was kneeling by the grate, waiting and his head jerked up when I entered. Smiling, I sat on the sofa, crossed my legs and showed him the key. 'Do you want it?' I asked throatily.

'Yes, please,' he pleaded and I tossed him the key, laughing as he scrambled to catch it.

'Unlock it but don't touch it,' I warned and he nodded as he concentrated on unlocking the padlock. With a sigh, he slid the padlock out of the rings, placed it on the carpet, pulled off the tube gingerly and squatted back on his haunches, his now free cock stirring.

I watched his cock get hard and pulse. It wasn't huge but it wasn't small either but it had been a while since I saw a cock, let alone feel one. 'How does that feel?' I murmured.

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'Great,' he said, eyes lowered.

'What do you think about when you…you know…do it?'

Steve looked away, face red and cock hard. 'Girls…things…you.'

'Me?' I was astounded but flattered to think of him picturing me while he jerked off in that cellar. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for him.

He turned back. 'I've always thought you were sexy, so in control but sexy. That husband of yours was a jerk.'

'Ex-husband,' I automatically corrected him. Steve smiled shyly and I saw his cock twitch, maybe that helped me make up my mind. 'I'll be your pin-up,' I said shakily. Standing up, I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it.

The look on his face made me flush. His face was almost contorted, eyes wide as he stared at me in my lingerie and stockings. I wondered if he could tell my panties were soaked and I put my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts out and posed against the sofa. Shit , I remembered, I've still got my glasses on !

Suddenly, he groaned, bent over and I saw his cock jerking wildly as he came, cum spurting from his cock onto the carpet. I couldn't believe it! He came, I realised, from watching me, just seeing me, without touching it !

Steve looked at the puddle on the carpet and then looked up at me. 'I couldn't help it,' he muttered, 'just seeing you…'

I walked past him to the kitchen and ripped some paper towels off the roll. Should I be flattered he came from looking at me , I wondered, or disappointed? When I saw his muscular naked body I knew I should be flattered. "Here, wipe it up,' I said, dropping the paper towels next to him and sitting back down on the sofa. I didn't bother getting back into my dress and picked up my glass of wine. I took a sip and watched him mopping up the mess from the carpet. 'I suppose I'll have to wait another month before I get to see you jerk off.'

The look on his face was priceless and I burst out laughing. Putting my wineglass down, I lay back on the sofa and gently patted my panties. 'Come here,' I whispered and he eagerly crawled over. 'You know what to do.'

'But…the blindfold?' he asked, eyes glued to my panties.

'Fuck the blindfold,' I murmured and watched as his trembling fingers gently slipped my panties down.

As I lifted my hips for him, I saw his eyes focussed widely on my wet pussy. 'Beautiful,' he said softly and dove right in.

He licked me with a passion for twenty minutes or so, never once giving up on me, just kept at it, and I was soon panting, pulling his face tightly in.

It was too much and I pushed him back. 'Are you fucking hard yet?' I hissed and he blinked, my juices smeared across his mouth. I looked down and his cock was red and hard, bobbing almost like a missile that was heading towards a target.

I pulled a condom from my purse, threw it to him and he eagerly ripped the packet. There's something deeply arousing about watching a man roll a condom onto his hard cock.

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Throwing cushions on the carpet, I unsnapped my bra and lay down in just my stockings and suspender belt. I reached up to take my glasses off when he said, 'No…I mean…can you leave them on? You're just so sexy in them.'

I shrugged, inwardly pleased and smiled as I parted my legs. 'Get down here and fuck me, lover.' He slid into me and I gripped his hard shoulders with one hand, holding his chain with the other, rubbing against him. He pulled my head back to kiss me, tongue pushing deep into my mouth as his cock moved inside me. 'Don't fucking cum until I do,' I whispered in his ear as he increased the tempo.

'Yes, ma'am,' he whispered back.

It was a short but furious fuck, it wasn't making love, it had been too long for both of us and we fucked wildly around the living room floor. His chain was long enough to enable us to try out a few positions until I rolled him over and sat on top, moving against him, playing with my nipples until I came with a deep rush.

Steve then rolled me over and pummelled me, pushing deep inside me, rocking and gripping me tightly. I held his rock hard arms moving with him until he stiffened and groaned as he came.

I watched him as he dozed on the carpet and figured he would instantly lose interest. His eyes flickered open as I was looking around for my clothes. 'Thanks, Tammy,' he said quietly.

'No problem,' I said coolly, snapping my bra strap together, adjusting my breasts in the cups.

'That was sensational.' He looked around and picked up the padlock. 'I should wash before I put this back on.'

I looked at him and he looked at me. God , I thought, is his cock stirring already from looking at me? I snapped my panties around my hips and walked to the bathroom, returning with a damp face cloth .

He wiped his cock while I watched and then held the padlock up. 'Do you want me to put it back on?'

Did I , I wondered, did I want his cock locked up ? I thought of the past forty-eight hours, the orgasms, the sense of power and that glorious fucking. And the fact he did what I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted it. 'Yes,' I said coldly, 'I want you to put it back on.'

The padlock snapped shut and I slipped into my dress. 'I'll get the other keys,' I said, picking up the key to the padlock.

'Tammy,' Steve called hesitantly, 'do you want to stay the night? It's just that…it's good to share a bed…I mean.'

'I'll think about it.' I walked into the night, the breeze rippling my dress and was deep in thought all the way home. I was still thinking when I put the padlock key back into the sugar and then returned after a few minutes with the keys to his chain.

'Here.'

'Thanks.'

When he finally stood up, I noticed a red mark around his throat. 'You must have locked the chain too tight, there's a mark.'

He shrugged. 'It was worth it.'

I looked down and his big bare feet. 'You can stay the night at my place,' I said softly, 'if you want to.'

'Are you kidding! I would love to!'

'I'm going to have a shower; I suggest you do as well. Come up to the bedroom when you're ready.'

I hurriedly walked home and took a quick shower, changed into a sheer white baby doll set and was sliding into the bed when he appeared in the doorway.

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'Come on in,' I patted the bed.

'I locked everything up,' he said as he took his clothes off and slid naked into the bed. He studied me and I smiled sweetly at him. 'You are beautiful,' he murmured.

'Thank you.' I think , I thought, he really means it .

'How many…you know…'

Will you just say orgasm!'

'How many orgasms do you want before I…'

'I'll have to think about it, depends how well you keep up the good work,' I smiled and put my glasses on the bedside table.

I switched off the light and snuggled down and Steve rolled close, his big body pushing against me, arms moving around me. 'What about Rose?' he whispered.

'I'll think about that too, we have two weeks to figure it out.' I snuggled against him, pushing my bottom against him and he groaned softly. 'What's the matter?'

'It hurts when I try to get hard.'

I cuddled the pillow and smirked. 'Good,' I said sleepily, already dreaming about how I would like to start the day tomorrow. Perhaps a naked swim in the pool, I wonder how long Steve can hold his breath ? I wonder what else I could do with him? 'Goodnight, Steve.'

'Goodnight, Tammy.'