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God, I couldn't believe it, here I was, tied up with my erection poking through the plastic ring...and Daphne was tease-torturing me as I clutched the string to the plastic ring in my mouth...oh God. The door opened, and Master Tanner came in behind her, brandishing a pair of children's scissors that he'd borrowed from my son's room. Playfully, Tanner ran the scissors up and down the string connecting my mouth to the ring about my dick. "All I have to do is clip the string." Tanner said playfully, and Daphne laughed. I began crying, still holding the string. "Poor thing...it's been so long since he was able to cum..." Tanner snickered. "But wasn't it his idea to wear the chastity belt, hon?" Tanner's thumb toyed with Daphne's nipple through her shirt, and she giggled. "That it was!"
July 1997
On our twelfth anniversary, Daphne gave me a chastity device…and I have to admit that I asked for it. Since the middle of our 9 th year of marriage, Daphne had been erotically teasing me more and more. We almost never were making love, much of our romantic life involved me orally satisfying Daphne, and then her tying me down, toying with my purple, pre-cum drenched erection gently, her fingers softly holding and pulling my quivering dick as it pulsated into a hard on. At first she'd play with my chest hair, rubbing my nipples casually…and then tickling my armpits and stomach. Daphne used a few drops of Lubriderm quite often, working it into my helplessly hard cock, using calm, up and down maneuvers, pulling her gorgeous fingers up and around my rigid shaft as I lay tied to the bed.
Then she'd tickle my scrotum with her left hand as she pulled my foreskin up and down with her right, and I'd just be going insane. Daphne would then take my dick in both palms, the fingers gently cupping the shaft. “Watch me play the flute” she'd giggle and begin flicking my poor dick with her fingers, and making me scream with desire.
She then took her open palm and rubbed it around the tip of my glans, up and down and around, and it caused my cock to bulge. These circular motions caused me to forget time and space, and made my glans incredibly violet.
Daph would giggle as I would be panting heavily, trying to break loose from the ropes. Over and over again, Daphne would get me to the point where I was just about to orgasm, and then pull her hand away, laughing. Then she'd run her fingers around my cock without touching it, enjoying the tense overblown look of my balls. Sometimes Daphne would encircle the base of my cock with her index finger and thumb, just under the glans, and begin a tiny pulling tease, while tickling my anus with her other hand.
As I'd grit my teeth and beg and plead for her to fuck me, Daphne'd giggle and then bring her palm up to the top of my cockhead, holding it flat out, her fingers pulled together and stiff, the thumb pointed straight out. Then she'd spin her palm around against the glans as I'd bite my tongue at the light torture.
Then Daph would take both hands rubbing them on my shaft, swinging it as if it were a Louisville Slugger, moving both hands up and down.
Finally she'd stop, just as I was about to cum, and tell me to get dressed, or if were late at night, to go to sleep. This was even more infuriating, as now I was completely horny, and I'd spend the next day or two following Daphne around, begging her to let me screw her.
And then the inevitable happened, I'd break down and jerk off. Twice Daphne found cum stained Kleenexes, and a few other times she walked in on me, and it always resulted in brutal whippings. Daphne was so furious. “Goddamn it!” she'd scream as her cane would thwack my naked ass, “I told you we'd make love when I was ready—maybe next week. You could have had a powerful orgasm, but no, you have to take care of it all yourself!”
“But Daphne” I sobbed as the cane landed along my tailbone, “I'm so horny, and you cum all the time!”
Later on, when I was assisting with her bath, Daphne was more gentle. "Danny...darling! There, you can soap Mommy's breasts if you like...I've plans for you and I just want you to enjoy the sex that we have." I ran the lather across Daphne's hard nipples, and my cock swelled in my trousers.
"I want us to have explosive sex, and you know that whenever we do, it's after you've gone a long time without cumming. For me, of course it's such a different thing. And don't you enjoy your time with me? That is, when we screw, now and then?" I nodded wearily.
God she was beautiful, and I loved tending to her...in the bathtub was one of the rare times that I was allowed to see her in her full nudity lately...that is, when it was light. In the evenings, I was quite often busy between her legs, but it was dark and she was usually in her nightie.
"But Daphne." I said, as I soaped her back. "I have needs, dear...and you tease me so much. And then you leave me so frustrated." I smiled gingerly at her. "You really can't blame me for weakening and indulging in self-abuse." Daphne gave me a sunny smile. "Darling, I am just trying to break you of a habit that fourteen year olds have." Daphne reached a soapy hand over to my crotch and unzipped me, pulling out my hard cock.
Daphne toyed with it as I continued to soap her back, and looked deeply in my eyes. "Honey, I know what it's like to be a big, horny man." Daphne's azure nail toyed with my quivering frenum, and I gasped silently. "But adult men have self-control, and they know how to keep from being little onanizing wankers. I'm just trying to teach you the same skills...so you can be a regular guy." Daphne looked sincerely straight at me, and I blushed, at her implication that somehow I was less of a man then the "regular guy" Daphne began pulling my dick slightly up and smiling at me casually, and I breathed through my nose. " I am starting to realize, Daniel, that your desires for S&M domination probably have a lot to do with the need to be looked after, because you aren't much of a man. You're just a little bitch, really. Complain, complain." Daphne ran a tongue across her full upper lip, giggling at me. She took her other hand and began toying with her nipple. "It makes me want to date other men sometimes, honey." I gasped suddenly. "Honey, I'm about to cum." Daphne's hand on my cock didn't slow for a moment. "Dear, this is where you learn self-control. You know that if you cum without permission, I'll thrash your pee-pee with a branch from the rosebush outside, and all those nasty thorns will be stuck in your poor thingie." As Daphne spoke, I did my best to hold back my cum. "I know you can do it, darling. I know you can keep from making a nasty mess."
Daphne asked me to rub her breasts some more. "Cup them, dear. Hold them." I looked at her piteously. "But honey I--" Daphne looked innocently at me. "What, don't you like my tits? You're always begging to touch them...and you cry so hard when you're on restriction."
One of Daphne's frequent punishments of me was to forbid me the touching of her breasts, usually for three days to a fortnight. During these times, she would wear especially transparent clothing, and wave her boobs in my face as much as possible, and quite often it led to me being in tears, especially when I was going down on her and unable to play with her beautiful honeys.
"But darling, I am trying to keep from 'making a mess' and you are toying with my penis, and I am having a bad time enough trying to hold back...with your boobs in my hands, it'll be impossible." I protested, even as I was grabbing the glorious, slippery mounds. Daphne chortled. "Daniel, you have to learn self-control. I want you to be man enough to make love to me, to be able to hold back your orgasm until I'm ready for it, and I want you to be able to let me play with your little thing--" How I hated it when she called it that! She'd called it my "Schlong" and my "weapon" in the old days. "I want to be able to toy with your peeter without worrying that you're going to lose control, babe."
As Daphne rubbed my groin and spoke gently of self-control, I gritted my teeth and tried so hard not to release. Oh, it was hell. Suddenly Daph unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and began running her hands all over my crotch, pulling at my scrotum and then running a finger up my anus. "Dont' you like this, dear?" God, I did. "Wouldn't you like to have a man up there? Wouldn't that be lots of fun?" Daphne's fingers gloriously toyed more with my cock, and her left hand then moved two fingers up my quivering butt-hole.
"Think of what it might be like to have a couple of big bikers here, darling, taking turns with your ass while I watch! Don't you get a kick out of that?" As Daphne laughed merrily, my hands helplessly held her glorious breasts, and I inadvertently began playing with the nipples.
I should've been in heaven, but I was expending most of my energy trying to resist releasing my spew in her hand. I'd been whipped with the thorn branches before, but never on my penis...that was more than I could take. But I felt the semen rising from my balls, coming closer and closer...
Finally, I began panting heavily, and begging her to stop. "Please, Miss Daphne, I'm so close to cumming, and I don't want a thrashing with the thorns, ma'am." Daphne looked at me irritatedly, and reached down, grabbing the bath brush. WHACK! The hard plastic hit the tip of my glans harshly, and my poor organ began to shrink, and of course I began crying.
"What a pathetic creature you are, Daniel." Daphne said to me, as she stepped out of the bath and motioned me to dry her off with a fluffy towel. "You have no self-control whatsoever, and I know you're going to sneak off and play with that thingie as soon as you can." Daphne left the bathroom, coming back in a cute red teddy just as I was massaging my cock.
SLAP! "You did it! I knew you would" Daphne said smartly, slapping me twice across the face. "I'm going to train you to limp up and have some decent control over that thing if it kills me."
Twenty minutes later, I was lying on the bed, my hands bound behind me and my ankles bound to my hands, so I was up on my knees with my cock sticking out.
Daphne sat next to my bound and mangled body, toying with my cock casually. "Now you're going to learn some self control." Daphne rubbed a long nail across the tip of my cock so it was absolutely standing outside my knees, which of course were supporting my body, and bound to my hands.
"Now, I order you to lose your erection!" Daphne continued playing with my cock, and I tried. I thought of baseball scores, cleaning latrines when I was in ROTC, and my grandmother's okra salad, but nothing happened.
Daphne sighed, and reached under the bed, pulling out a long switch cut from the willow tree in our front yard. "I'm trying, Miss Daphne, please don't use that, ma'am." Daphne frowned at me. "I should use the thorn branch...but this is remedial, I know. So you can't lose your erection, eh?"
"Now I give you three seconds to lose your erection!" I tried magnificently, but with Daphne leaning over me in her cleavage-creating nightie, there was no hope. "Oh well, then..." Daphne lifted the switch over my cock. WHACK! Oooh how it stung. I could tell that the little bitch had dipped the switch in water, as well. "Still hard? Tsk Tsk." Daphne shook her head WHACK THWACK SMACK! Now I was seeing stars, and my penis was losing its erection. I could barely see it over my hog-tied state, but I noted some severe red welts on the glans and the circumsized foreskin.
WHACK! THWACK! Daphne's final lashes completely dropped my penis to the size of a two year old's weiner, and I was sobbing heavily. Daphne sat down again, and began idly stroking my cock as she lectured me on my loss of control. "See, honey...according to what I've read in the Bible, you're not supposed to be releasing at all, just for procreation's sake."
Daphne's nails trailed along my rigid shaft as she continued her Biblical interpretation.
"I mean, there's no rule in Scripture about my orgasms at all, I'm completely unregulated, and that's good." Daphne said as her fingers toyed more with my now growing cock. "But you're supposed to hold your juice back except for when we make a baby, and we've decided, of course, to stop with Michael." Daphne continued to toy with my cock. "But I recall this from my Baptist upbringing, two important quotes...In Genesis 38:89 it says
"And Judah said unto Onan, Go in unto thy brother's wife, and marry her, and raise up seed to thy brother. And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground." Daphne paused and then quoted again:
"In Leviticus fifteen it says "And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, then he shall wash all his flesh in water, and be unclean until the even. And every garment, and every skin, whereon is the seed of copulation, shall be washed with water, and be unclean until the even. The woman also with whom man shall lie with seed of copulation, they shall both bathe themselves in water, and be unclean until the even."
By this time, despite the quotations from the Good Book, my cock was raging hard.
Daphne stroked and stroked until I began bouncing and breathing again. "Now, I want you to lose your erection. I've given you the Biblical warnings...and I'm not going to bathe because you squirt, and I don't want you to wind up like Onan, making messes all over the place." Daphne's fingers toyed with my glans faster and I began shaking.
"Can you lose your erection? Or will I have to give you the switch again?" Unfortunately, I had to get the switch again. And again. But after the seventh tour through Daphne handjobbing me and then demanding I go limp, I finally drooped upon command. By this time, my entire crotch area was covered with welts, weals and Daphne had broken about five switches on me.
That night, Daphne let me enter her for the first time in several months. "Screw me hard, baby!" she shouted, and I pounded it in her super enthusiastically, and she screamed and moaned as I rubbed my penis in her tight pussy. Daphne came again and again as I screwed her and screwed her."Are you ready to cum?" Daphne asked me breathlessly. "Yes, I'm close." I replied. "Well, hold back, so I can cum some more. We're not making a baby, and you know what Leviticus says." Daphne said with a giggle. I ground my teeth and held back and continued to fuck her with a total passion. "Now pull out, do me from behind, now do me in the ass." I did her about twenty different ways, and then Daphne ordered me to go limp, and immediately I did. "Now I'll tie your hands above your head, so you're not tempted to Onanize." And indeed my hands were tied til the next morning. Daphne had gone to sleep satiated, and I just cried quietly, my bulbous cock (which had inflated right after I'd pulled out of her) unfortunately completely neglected.
Throughout the night, whenever I'd finally go to sleep, Daphne would awaken and began toying with my poor member once again, getting it to the point that I was about to explode before saying quickly "If you're not limp in thirty seconds, it's the thorn branch for you honey." And every time it worked...I was trained now to go limp within seconds!
The following day, Daphne called me on my cell phone at work. "Honey, take me into the bathroom with you..." Wondering, I carried the cell phone into the john down the hall. "Get some of that pink soapy stuff from the dispenser over the sink and put it on a tissue, and go into the stall." I obeyed. "Now drop your pants and sit on the toilet, and begin rubbing your wee-wee."
Reluctantly, I began and immediately became fully erect. It had now been several weeks since I'd had an orgasm, and I was incredibly horny. "Are you rubbing, dear." came Daph's voice over the cell. "Yes, I am, Miss Daphne." I mumbled, trying not to speak too loudly, as there were others in the lavatory. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Daphne mused. "You were such a good boy last night, and I'm so proud of you!"
I sighed, thinking of how horny I was now, after all that stimulation. "But now's a treat for you, baby." Daphne said, giggling. "Why don't you rub that little thing of yours and think about my big boobs. You know I'm here at home right now, stroking my clitty and thinking of you, baby." I sighed heavily "Yes ma'am." I pulled and masturbated my cock as her velvety voice went on.
"I know you're dying to cum right now...why don't you jerk yourself faster? I'm in my beige bra and panties, the ones you like...I was thinking of fucking the delivery boy this afternoon...wouldn't; that be fun for me?" I toyed with my penis and sighed more. "Now I'm so bored...I almost wish you were here to give it to me good, big boy." I began rubbing my penis faster.
"Would'nt you like to titty-fuck me like you did in the old days?" The door to the restroom opened and one of my employees came in to use the urinal Faster, faster my hand ran up and down my thickening shaft.
"You're such a sexy guy when you want to be, darling." I felt weird, listening to her voice on the cell phone as I beat my meat there in the stifled lavatory stall. I tried to control my panting as I didn't want the guy peeing to hear the big boss being perverse. Daphne was no help, though. "I might get a cucumber or something and just ram it up my pussy, baby...I'm so goddamned horny, honey."
Then suddenly, her voice turned icy. "I want you to lose your erection immediately." Bang! The training was there, and my cock immediately went limp. I began crying silently. "Is it limp?" Daphne's voice came." I sighed. "Yes ma'am (sob) it's (sob) limp." My employee's voice came from outside the stall; he was combing his hair. "Is everything all right, Mr. Wallman?" I could hear Daphne's chuckle. "I'm on the phone, George." I said in a teary voice. "I just have a cold."
"That's rich." Daphne responded, as I heard the door shut behind my puzzled employee. "Now are you going to be a good boy and zip back up and go back to work?" I could feel my erection slowly returning. "Please, oh, please let me finish myself off, Daphne...you have no idea how difficult all this is for me."
"Absolutely not. Zip up and go back to work." she said firmly. "You know what'll happen if you screw up, big boy." And of course I did screw up. Somewhere in the afternoon, I broke down and ran into the restroom and beat off, thinking of the file clerk's leather miniskirted bottom twitching past me in the hall.
That night at ten, Daphne briskly switched my cock and balls with nettle branches, as my screams decorated the quiet suburban night...but it was hopeless. In the next two months, Daphne teased me mercilessly, and try as I might, I couldn't help breaking down and beating off...
Five times in those two months I broke down, and the punishments were incredibly horrific.
"Why can't you control yourself?" Daphne asked me, enraged, as she tied to the ceiling int he back room, securing my testicles with two buckets of rocks. The last punishment had been two buckets of water, pulling my balls down as I swung unhappily from the ceiling, but it had to get worse and worse with my continual offenses. Now I hung naked from the ceiling, my scrotum dragged to the ground by the stone-filled buckets, and Daphne was lashing my hard cock with the thorny branch.
THWACK! "When will you learn?" Daphne intoned as she raised the prickly stick again. I was weeping, alas, my cock was quite hard! "Can't you understand that I don't want you wanking yourself?" Daphne was very annoyed. WHACK! SLASH! THWACK! "Wait, I thought of something, ma'am." I sobbed out. "What about a chastity device?"
“So let me get this straight” Daphne said to me a few hours later after she'd nearly whipped my skin off with the thorny branches. God knows my chastity suggestion had only paused her for a moment. “You think the only way you can control yourself is if you're locked in a chastity device? That's disgusting.”
Daphne gave me a flinty look as I served her some merlot, and stood there, trembling. “What kind of a satyr are you, Darniel, that you can't help from toying with your dick at your age? I'm afraid and horrified that you are actually the President of our son's PTA. It could be dangerous for little girls, all the groping, you know.” But she smiled as she said this.
“Darling” I said midly, “With the level of teasing that you put me through, it's a miracle that I'm not jerking off every hour.” I couldn't believe it, but my dick was lengthening once again, at the sight of Daph's cleavage inside of her gown. “You act as if you're a bastion of self control, Dannie, but it's really all the harsh whippings that keep you doing well.”
Daphne noted that my dick was peeking out of my robe, and she idly began stroking it as she questioned me. “I know you enjoy those weird chastity belt sites on the Internet, and your paper porn, the magazines and such are always caught up with that stuff…” Daphne's fingers stroked my pulsating cock internably.
I breathed through my nose as Daphne's light fingertips stroked the frenum under my cockhead as she continued speaking. “Do you really think you could take being locked up all the time, with my teasing you, sweetest?”
Daphne's wrist pulled my cock a bit as she continued. “Because I'd still be teasing you all the time, Danny, and locking you up again, I'm certainly not going to listen to you begging for a release every three days.” I was well aware of that, Daphne hadn't let me cum more than once a week for months.
But what could I do? I was enthralled by the idea of Daphne chastizing me with a device..and I knew I couldn't control myself. But a fortnight later, when Daphne locked the CB-2000 chastity belt on me for the first time, I began to wonder if the thrill was all that...and three months after that, when she allowed me to jerk off for the first time, she practically had had to corall me to lock it back on again!
And it had been eight long years of mostly orgasm-less chastity since then...and now I had Tanner to focus on...he'd taken my wife! I was trying to keep a straight face, while holding onto the string in my teeth as Tanner alternately toyed the scissors along the string, playfully threatening to clip the string, thus doing away with my oh-so precious orgasm...and then of course, he was necking with my darling Daphne! I was trying not to look angry, gritting my teeth around the string, when Tanner got pissed off. "I hate the way he looks at me." he said to Daphne irritatedly. "Look at him, he's not a fucking submissive at all! He's jealous, still that I'm sucking face with you! What a disobedient slave-boy!" Tanner stared at me. "I really should clip this string, you little bastard...but I'm too nice!" Tanner left the bedroom and slammed the door, and I gazed up at Daphne helplessly.
“Think of how much good Master Tanner's done you, Daniel. Why aren't you more grateful?” Daphne said to me reproachfully. “And in only two years! The last year of training here in the house, but then all that important work at the Ranch that he helped you with…you were such a sissy-boy…do you remember when he met you? What a mess you were? Jesus, I recall what a basket case you were on your first trip to the Ranch."
November 2003
I looked nervously at Daphne as we pulled up to the forbidding gate of that weird farm out Route 105. A man came out of the little hut to take a look at us in our expensive Mercedes, and Daphne smiled at him. I was quite disgruntled, in the driver's seat, as I'd never been here before. “Yeah, we're here to see a woman called Pratt?”
I used my most officious tone, as I was used to hicks like this. He was wearing a coverall with THE RANCH on the left breast. “Ayeh, Miss Pratt will be right pleased t' meetcha.” He gave a toothless grin, and winked at Daphne.
“This yer candidate, Daffy?” I was appalled as Daphne smiled at the old man. “That's him, Clematis. Our slave Daniel.” I coughed and spurted in my Giorgio Armani Le Collezione Linen Navy Suit.
“Good God, Daphne, don't tell the dolt at the gate that kind of thing!” I whispered harshly in Daph's ear, and she smiled and blew a kiss to Clematis. “Oh, Daniel, Clem's an old friend…and a great fuck for an old guy.” I slumped, and hit the gas when the old reprobate waved me in the big gate.
As we drove up the path, Daphne giving directions, I passed a cowbarn, and was horrified to see a nude man running out of it, chased by an obese woman in suede. Continuing on, I listened to Daphne's instructions.
“There, go right. See those two? That's Marisa and Kyle, there, they're hulling rice, poor Marisa, she's gotten the lash all over her bottom. I really think it's bad of Miss Pratt to keep them naked at this time of year outside at least…there's Marjorie Gudger, one of my favorite of the Trainers…Hi! Yes, this is him!
Hope you can lash him a little, Marge, keep driving up,Daniel…there's the smokehouse…there's Anker Berschinski, the international financier, curing meat inside.
The keys to his chastity belt are kept here at the Ranch and he flies here from Dusseldorf every three months for training and if he's lucky, an orgasm…there's the dairy, Mr. Stringel's getting a whipping by the milk-churner. Don't gasp so much, Daniel, you'll get it worse, I wager.”
I was in shock. Josiah Stringel of Cunningham and Stringel, the largest banking house in our city was bent over the churn while a Japanese woman lashed him! “Yes, that's Mistress Takamitsu.
Miss Pratt calls her our most recent import. Wields a lash, doesn't she?” I gaped as I passed cotton fields, with men and women in the nude struggling to plow, while a black woman in white seersucker on a horse oversaw them with a whip.
“My God, one man is driving the plow and another is pulling it!” I was so surprised I almost drove off the road. “Yes, that's right, and the slaves pay a thousand dollars per weekend for the privilege to work here.”
Daphne noted with satisfaction. “The cotton and other Ranch products generally are sold and the proceeds go to benefit Unicef, but they're top quality, let me tell you!” Daphne pointed a long nail.
“See, there's your lawyer Herschel Schary, he's fixing the cotton gin with the supervision of Mistress Elyssa…oh stop staring at her bazooms, Daniel!
“There's the rice mill, and some slaves carrying bundles of rice. Oooh, there's Myron, giving them the lash!”
Daphne laughed. “What? A male master?” I was horrified. “They pay to be dommed by a guy? Are they gay?”
Daphne gave me a casual look. “No, they're heterosexual, most of them, but these men know they have to learn to obey everyone, male and female masters, Dan. And Master Myron also runs the blacksmith shop, where they make Prince Albert Rings…I might get you one, if you're not good.
Drive up here past the winnowing house and the sugar mill, we're almost there… I see you checking out the ass of that female slave outside the oak grainery. Watch it, bub. Drive past the greenhouse and see there's your old friend Tim Kleindschmidt working outside the corn shed. Remember Lady Merola from the Scourge Club?
She works here on weekends, as supervisor of the pig pen…yes, pigs AND slaves are in the mud, isn't that a riot? There's the fishpond, and behind that is the area where we have quail hunting.” I grinned.
“Well I'd enjoy that.” Daphne gave me a freezing look. “No, slaveboys don't get to hunt, though they participate in the hunt in other ways, dear.”
Finally, I drove around the apple orchard and up to the main house, a rather gloomy looking mansion. I braked and got out. “Daphne, are you sure we really need to do this, honey?” I appealed to her as she firmly took my arm and led me to the porch.
“I think we really take too much of our life in the bedroom and rub it around too much. We're private people, aren't we?” I looked earnestly at my wife of eighteen years. Daphne looked back at me steadily.
“You're a slave-boy, Daniel, or so you say you want to be...but really you're just a dilletante...a wimp. You want to be the tough slave-boy, but truly, you're pathetic.
You spend nearly a thousand dollars a year on various magazine subscriptions and expensive porn sites, and are always coming home with various leather doodads for me to use on you…this is what you want, and I want it too, but not with such a whiny boy.
“You can't take any kind of punishment, and heavy cleaning seems to bring you down, somehow.” I sighed. “I own a company and am very busy during the week, Daphne, and I just don't have time on the weekends to clean the house up. I am more in favor of token cleaning, just to prove my subservience…really, as you have so much time during the week, you should clean!”
“That's it! Your goddamned whiny attitude.” Daphne said as she looked at me angrily. “This is the other reason you need re-training, and I'm sick of it, Daniel. Take off your jacket, right here, and pull down your pants!” I looked at Daphne, horrified. “Here?” Two passing nude men grinned at me, as did the lady in red leather walking behind them.
“Absolutely. Right now. Your sulking and posturing is too much for me. Now!” Daphne opened her handbag and pulled out a coiled Razor Strop. Jesus.
She's still using that thing. A few weeks before, at Bloomingdales, we'd gotten in an argument about how many dresses she was buying, and Daphne had taken into one of the dressing rooms and pulled down my pants and thrashed me with the strop, until I'd stepped out weeping, to the amusement of the salesladies.
“Daphne, this is going too far!” Daphne grabbed me by the ear. “Take off your jacket NOW.” She said between her teeth. I gulped, and unbuttoned my jacket and took it off dropping it, as she dragged my ear down.
“Good, now I'll take care of the pants. You can keep the vest on.” Daphne let go of my ear and undid my pants and pulled them down, as well as my silk boxers. “Don't whine about the cold, two thirds of the people on this ranch are nude, even if it is November.”
Daphne pushed me over the railing of the antebellum porch. She lifted the razor strop. “Now, I want you to promise not to whine any more.” WHACK! WHACK! “Oh, please it hurts so much.” I whined immediately. And it did. It felt like I'd just been burned with sparklers. “That's whining, goddamnit!”
Daphne lifted the strop again, landing it on my bare buttocks five more times. Two more slaves came by, and stopped to clap before being whacked themselves, and urged on to the hayfields by their Male Master.
For twenty minutes, Daphne whacked my poor buttocks with the razor strop, and at the end I was blubbering and weeping, and Daphne was hard pressed to stop, as of course she was going to stop when I'd quit whining, but she couldn't get me to quit whining and blubbering while she was whipping my ass!
Finally the door to the mansion opened, and a short, somewhat plain young woman in circular spectacles came out.
When she got to the top of the step, I could see through my teary eyes that she wasn't all that plain,but certainly understated with her mousy hair in a bun and a snug but deathly black dress. “Mmm! I came out to see what the ruckus was, Daphne….who's the slug howling with his pants down?”
Daphne looked up from where she was slamming the strap for the 150 th time. “Oh, this goddamned husband of mine, Prattsie…I'm so sorry to disturb you, and I'd hoped to put all this off until we got inside.”
The mousy woman leaned down and looked at me. “You there, all your screaming is disrupting my Ranch. All the slaves have come to watch this. How dare you piss your wife off to the point that she has to discipline you. Pull those pants up and zipper them, and blow your nose. I'm Miss Pratt, and you'd better get it together.”
I wiped my nose and pulled my pants and underwear up, and buckled them, as Daphne looked at me disgustedly. “Jesus, what a shame. I could have a nice, manly slave if I'd gone looking,but I married a crybaby instead.” Daphne rolled up her strap and put it in her purse.
"Come on in, folks" Miss Pratt smiled as she ushered us into the mansion. "We'll go into the drawing room." We walked into a handsome room where there was a desk, a large chair behind it, which Miss Pratt sat in, and then two other chairs.
Daphne sat down in one chair, and I was about to sit in the other when Miss Pratt held up her hand. "No, no...I don't want whimpering slave-boys sitting in my chairs. You can take off your clothes right here, and fold them up, and then you can kneel next to your wife's chair."
I balked. "Look here, I'm paying for this business at the Ranch, and I think I have a right to sit down." I frowned at Miss Pratt in my most threatening manner, a steely glance that had frozen company vice-presidents, and Miss Pratt began to laugh.
She laughed so hard that she had to take off her spectacles and wipe them. Daphne just looked irritated and embarrassed by me. "You're absolutely right, Daniel." Miss Pratt said in a friendly tone. "Not only should you get to sit down, by God, you should lie down if you like."
She picked up the phone and spoke into it, and then hung up, and looked at Daphne. "Ever since I expanded my city practice to this Ranch, I have had no end of entertainment!"
Daphne, however was not amused. "You see what I have to put up with? Between his posturing and his whining I never get a rest. You'd be amazed that he's a slave at all!"
Miss Pratt looked at me. "I think he is. We'll see how he does lying down." The door opened and a cute little honey blonde walked in, carrying a small briefcase and a bendable cane. She looked at Miss Pratt and nodded her head at me. "Yes, this is our boy!" Miss Pratt beamed. "Veronique, put him at rest!"
The young woman turned to me. "Please to remove your clothes?" In a thick European accent, no less. But I was so mesmerized by her breasts, in a tight green baize top. I smiled politely. "I want to learn more about the Ranch before we get into the sexual shenanigans, hon."
Veronique gave me an angelic smile. She took the straight end of the cane in her lower hand and swacked the crooked end between my balls, and I keeled over. "You will remove your clothes now?"
Veronique asked again. I was nearly blacked out, but I took my clothes off while coughing on the floor, and stood up again, stark naked. Veronique opened her briefcase and took out a small piece of steel, about four inches wide and six across, with two holes in it.
"What's that?" asked Daphne, interested. "Well, Daphne, these are thumbcuffs" Miss Pratt said. "Veronique prefers them to handcuffs, she thinks they're more painful, and you can move the sub around a bit." Veronique bent over my suffering form, and locked my thumbs together behind my back, and then whacked the cane against my buttocks until I rose, screaming.
"Now we will relax you, yes?" Veronique said, as she breathed in, and sighed, making her boobs shake. "One...this is strike one!" WHACK! The cane came across my nipples in a vicious arc, and I fell down howling, and crying. Veronique helped me up. "One more, and you will truly relax, yes!" WHACK! This time I went down, my nipples feeling like French Fries, and I stayed there, huddled and weeping.
"I must go see to Dr. Rabinowitz, Madamoiselle Pratt. Mistress Zelda and Princess Lisbeth are at work,but they need my help, no?" Veronique curtseyed to Daphne and left.
I continued to lie on the floor and weep, and Daphne turned to Miss Pratt and began speaking to her as if I wasn't there. "You have to understand, I've taken him to various houses of domination, I've tried all sorts of dommes, and he just can't seem to be anything but this whining, pathetic butterball."
"What are your main goals for Daniel?" Miss Pratt asked pleasantly, as she looked over her desk at me. "I want him to take pain silently. I want him to lose fifty pounds. I want him to not whine about my infidelities, as he is supposed to be a submissive. I want a real submissive. I don't know if there is a domme here who could work with Daniel!" Daphne said, looking earnestly at Miss Pratt.
"Well, perhaps not a woman. Let me read you a letter from an old friend who may be moving up here to work at the Ranch. His rates are high for here, but really reasonable for where he is domming in San Francisco." My head came up. "He? I don't want a man." Daphne looked down at me. "When we get home you are going to get such a thrashing, young man."
"Don't worry. He's getting his!" Miss Pratt said cheerfully. "Now listen to this letter:
Dear Prattsie:
So long since we last met, when I was living with my eighteenth-century-poetry professor slave-girl, Myra! It was fun having you as a house guest. I appreciated your comments on Myra's house, yes the huge glass wall overlooking the canyon was nice, especially when I was whipping her bare ass in front of it, and then it was quite a spectator sport for various rock climbers and bungee jumpers.
I recently left Myra's domicile for a better offer, from Jules Dorsman, do you remember him? He is on the board of Pain Village, a facility just outside Sausalito, about five miles from San Francisco. I have been training errant kittens of both sexes there, and recently quit to live at Jules' full time as his "houseguest", and it's been quite the adventure.
You've met Jules, and he's quite a forceful businessman--owns five shopping centers throughout Frisco, Tamalpais, and Marin County. I had been aware that he was a sexual masochist, but I got the impression that it was just a light thing, he just wanted an ass-whipping now and then, as Myra had, and that he would, as local Republican Party head and Stanford MBA , have utter contempt for my eighth grade education and half-Indian heritage.
We did start out with my giving Jules mild ass whippings, first just with a wooden spoon, and then I moved to a leather scourge. It's a helluva charge getting him out of that power suit, you know, and ordering him to lie his big, bulky body on the bed and larruping him with the scourge. Jules, an ex-Marine, is quite stoic, but it didn't take too long before I had him yelping.
But then Jules ran for the local City Council, full of law-and-order nonsense...and after he won, it seemed as if he became more and more submissive. When I get in at night, Jules is kneeling by the front door with a chilly martini in front of him, and I pick it up and he follows me on his knees to the dining room, where he's made dinner. Usually I can't find much fault with it, but sometimes he reversed the salad forks, and I give him one hell of a whipping for it!
And he sucks me, Prattsie...suuucks me on and off for hours! Jules is locked in a Prince Albert cock ring, and it's marvelous, because I can tease and torture his cock and balls without unlocking him at all. At this point he's been without an orgasm for nearly seventy-two days, and he weeps and cries in frustration when I toy with his poor rod, locked as it is in a bow...
So one night I informed Jules that we were going to have a party for his “birthday”. He was so excited! “Really, Master, do you mean it, Sir?” Jules looked at me with brimming eyes.
It had been so long since he'd been allowed to have an orgasm, and other than heavy discipline, he'd not been given much lovin' don't you know. I'd taken over his house, reduced Julesy to living in a closet on the third floor of his mansion, and had only seen him for disciplinary purposes.
The night of the party, Jules came out wearing a turtleneck sweater and lounge jacket, and I looked at him. “What the hell are you dressed like that for?”
I asked Jules angrily. “But Master, it's a party for me, I thought I could be dressed and act normally for our friends.” I withheld a grin and looked very seriously at Jules. “Jules, it's a sex orgy. This is a reward for all your faithful service, for all the marvelous oral attention you've given my cock, and all the monetary gifts.
Imagine being released from your cruel Prince Albert chastity piercing, so you can have sex with all those delicious men and women!”
I flexed my muscles in the tank top which I knew always made Jules' eyes pop out and gave him a grin. “Do you really want to be over-dressed like that? I think your usual uniform would be more appropriate.” Jules jumped up and down in his excitement. “Really, Master Tanner? Regular sex, and orgasms?”
He ran into the bedroom and came back out in his normal loin cloth. I could see the edge of the chastity piercing peeking out from under it. “Do you want to unlock my piercing now, Sir?” Jules asked in a trembling voice.
I smiled in a kind way. “No, not now, darling. Why don't we wait for the party to start.” I winked at the ceiling. “Why don't you kneel on the Oriental rug as you always do, and just wait and see what happens, as I bring in the guests.”
The first knock on the door came, and a couple I knew walked in, Marvin and Phyllis, and their friend Roderick, a tall black man. Jules looked hurt that they didn't wish him a Happy Birthday, but just sat in chairs and ignored him, except when I instructed him to go and get them drinks.
Jules seemed puzzled that he was waiting on guests at his own birthday party. Several more couples came in, and he frequently arose from his kneeling position to bring them drinks and brie and cheese.
Finally when everyone was there, I tore off my shirt and announced that the orgy was about to begin. "And the birthday boy here" I nodded to Jules, who was staring up at me in astonishment, "will service any cocks or pussies that need it! Don't worry about Julie's pleasure I'm looking after his needs myself."
I snapped my fingers and Jules looked up from his kneeling position. "Take off your loincloth, Jules!" With shame creeping over his face, Jules stepped out of his skimpy loin cloth to reveal his poor penis, imprisoned as it was in the piercing.
All of the guestess clapped and began to disrobe. Men began assfucking men, other men and women began screwing, and Julos got his mouth busy servicing the "stag line" of wallflowers, the inevitable unattractive men who always wind up on the sidelines of every sex orgy.
I really enjoyed the look of revulsion on Jules' face...it was a riot! Some of the men looked as if they had Down's syndrome. What Jules didn't know was, I had put up a fliers all through the gay ghetto telling them of the orgy, and how "everyone" would be satisfied.
Jules is a handsome man, and is rather vain about his looks, and this was certainly a revealing experience into what he could expect as my slave! I was having a ball, screwing men and women alike, breezily ignoring Jules' tearful glances.
Somewhere towards the end of the evening, I made Jules kneel in the middle of the room, where he was to jerk off two different cocks, take one in his mouth and one in his ass, and suffer the slings of various people spitting on him and jerking off in his hair.
Also, Jules had been forced several times to go into the bathroom and receive urine cocktails...it'd been quite a night!
Finally he asked me, tearfully."Sir, I have sucked off all your friends, and half the women...when is it my turn? When will I get my Prince Albert off, and be able to cum?"
"That's your birthday present, idiot!" I roared. "You get another six months of celibacy!" When Jules burst into tears, I pulled out my cat and I gave him thirty, right in front of the guests, as they sang "Happy Birthday"
But later that evening, he crawled into my bed and told me I'm the best Master ever...so I'm doing something right!
The best part of this seems to be that I have the entire house to myself--a huge, twelve room place, and Jules resides in a closet. I keep him there, unless he's needed for housework or discipline.
I think it's frustrating to him that he's in the closet so much, it excited him at first that he'd be in there, like a cell, but now he gets sick of it, I think. But I get tired of looking at his withered old face, and having him stay in there really seems to be the best thing, don't you know.
But, I am getting restless, and I am seriously considering your offer to come up to the Ranch to do some training.
You told me you have an especially tough case, some asshole sub who is getting on his wife's nerves...well, you know that Master Tanner's right there for you, dear!
Love,
Tanner"
Miss Pratt folded the letter and put it back in her desk. "So what do you think?" Daphne looked down at me sternly. "Well, I think this Tanner has his work cut out for him with our Daniel here, but certainly, if he's a reasonable rate, you know, it's worth a lot to eh, fix our boy, Prattsie." Miss Pratt looked down at me. "You are lucky to have such a caring wife, Daniel!"
Recalling this experience, two years later, Daphne looked down at me sadly. "I would think you'd have been more appreciative of Tanner's services, Daniel...all he's done for you!" I moved my head around, grinding my teeth against the string. Daphne leaned down to look at me. "Darling, tell me what you think...I'm dying to hear it! You are, after all, my husband. If you're not happy..."
So I dropped the string and shouted at my wife. "But he's an oppressive asshole, Daphne! I hate him!" Daphne looked down at the string. "Oh, dear....I'm so glad you told me what you thought...but you dropped the string! No orgasm for at least another thirty days, baby." She opened the door and called for Tanner. "Bring in Daniel's chastity belt, honey...he decided to put off his orgasm for a while!" I couldn't believe it...I burst into tears...but my cock stayed hard!
The End.
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