A New Beginning

A NEW BEGINNING

Parrish Pindler stood in abject pain as his testicles dragged, with the extensive weights attached to his chastity belt. Babs whacked the weights between Parrish’s legs as he stood before her. “Yup, that fellow Copeland is a genius! I needed a little more vavoom to your chastity device, and this certainly has given you something to think about, huh babe?”

Babs paused, laughing. “You’re more restless than when I put that hot hard-boiled egg up your ass…God, wasn’t that hilarious!” She whacked the weights with her riding crop again. Babs could do this all day as she was sitting comfortably in an easy chair as Parrish stood uncomfortably in front of her.

What fascinated Babs about the chastity device of course was how desperate it made Parrish. He followed her around with pleading eyes, and did whatever she asked him to. Although they had a professional landscaping service, she’d have him out on Saturday mornings, clipping the hedges in an adult diaper!

Sometimes she’d follow him and shove the clippings into the diaper and then she and her daughters would watch as he flinched and scratched himself as the thorny branches irritated his crotch and lower stomach.

Then, after he’d come back inside, Babs would take off the diaper, unlock the chastity device and put it in the dishwasher, and tie Parrish to the four poster bed…and then she’d stroke his cock, running her colored nails up and down it, as she poked her tongue out at him through full lips.

“Do you love Mommy?” Babs would ask as she’d pump Parrish’s dick hard, faster and faster until he was moving his hips up and down in an effort to cum in her hand.

“I-I do love you Mommy Babs.” His tremulous voice always amused her…

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear!” Her hand would suddenly pull away at the crucial moment, and poor Parrish would be humping air. Sometimes he would cry in frustration, but then after Babs’s hand was rested up, she’d begin stroking him again, and flashing him looks at her cleavage, as she’d pull down the body stocking she’d put on just for him!

Other times, she’d tie him up in the back yard, on one of the lawn chairs, and rub his dick with one hand as she read a Jackie Collins novel with the other…sipping lemonade, and whiling the hours away…Buttermilk Falls was quite nice in the summer and spring.

Babs would be wearing a little yellow string bikini and a big hat, and of course Parrish would be stark naked. Sometimes the girls came into the yard, but they were all young adults and knew their parents were “progressive”.

She could read for hours, and almost forget what she was doing, until she looked up and saw Parrish’s bulging purple dick, and watch his sweating face. She’d just been toying with his dorkie, and of course he was absolutely obsessed!

After a time, Babs would heartlessly take an ice cube out of her lemonade and rub it along Parrish’s dick until it was tiny again, and then she’d lock him up, untie him from the lounge chair, and invite him to go swimming in his Olympic sized pool.

And he was a good sport…he knew his wife was the boss, and he’d immediately become playful, sometimes he’d toss her in the pool, and they’d swim around for a time!

And then later that night, Parrish would lick and suck Babs’s twat for hours…even if she’d gone out on a date and come back with her clitty all messy…he’d be there!

Or he’d suck Babs’s toes for an hour, his mischievous tongue bathing between her toes and tickling her arch.

And then he’d hope that there would be another teasing, with the possible pleasure of orgasm. Now and then Babs would allow him to fuck her, and hard…but with the codicil that he held off from cumming in her. “I have four daughters, thank you very much, and I don’t need more.”

What would his reward be after Parrish had brought Babs to five or six orgasms fucking her and holding back? Sometimes she’d let him jerk off into a glass and drink it, and others she’d just lock him back up, and thank him for being such a “stud”.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as the situation Babs’s friend Elspeth had with her husband Oliphant. Elspeth made Ollie hold his scum back almost all the time, and then, when she was all sexy and he’d gone a long time…he’d have a guilt tinged “accident” and she’d punish him severely with her bullwhip! Certainly Babs was far more merciful with Parrish than that.

No, Babs preferred the other challenge—could poor Parrish get an orgasm when she carelessly rubbed too long? It was certainly a fun event watching him try.

And of course she got such a kick out of denying Parrish any orgasms! Sometimes it went on for one to two months…and he’d complain that his balls ached, but always follow it up with a hasty “But you decide when you want to release me, dearest.”

Yes, Babs liked hearing that sort of thing!

One thing that did interest Babs about Elspeth’s situation with Oliphant was “erection control” Elspeth was far stricter than Babs was, and she could get Ollie to lose his erection just by snapping her fingers.

“But dear, it took years of training to get him that way” Elspeth assured Babs on many occasions. “You must take Parrish aside and discourage his erections in a corporal fashion, you know.”

And Babs had gone at it. She’d instructed poor Parrish to kneel in front of her his hands bound behind him, and his cock unlocked from the chastity device, and she’d put on French underwear and she’d stroked his penis until he’d become almost wild with desire…and then she’d ordered him to go limp.

“What, what did you say?” Poor Parrish had been expecting an orgasm of course.

“Go limp. I command you to.” Babs of course was still rubbing his stiff dick with her lotion smeared hands. He looked helpless.

So Babs took a tuning fork (Parrish was a volunteer conductor for the Buttermilk Falls Park Orchestra) and poked him in the glans with it. Twice. Tears streamed from Parrish’s eyes, and Babs asked him warningly if he was going to go limp for her.

But he was still slow in calming down his dick. After all, his hot wife had been giving him a hand job for nearly an hour! So Babs, clicking her tongue against her teeth, went to the other room and brought back a long fiberglass riding crop.

“Now then. Go limp!” WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! THWACK! Parrish screamed and cried, but indeed, his cock did grow rather limp and small.

Babs was thrilled. “You see, you can go limp when I ask you to.” But she began stroking and pulling his dick again. “Now let’s see if you can go limp a little faster.” Babs tickled the underside of Parrish’s dick and then bent over and rubbed her cleavage against it, and he began getting quite hard.

“Now…go limp.” Babs looked at Parrish expectantly, and to her credit, she did let go of his cock this time.

But Parrish couldn’t do it. He tried hard…he thought about football, cleaning out the garage, pro wrestling…nothing worked! She was such a hot Italian girl…with those Jersey blonde highlights in her hair and those fabulous curves…what could he do?

Babs clenched her teeth in rage. She swung the fiberglass cane again and again against Parrish’s erection until it was tiny and bleeding. “I am very disappointed in you, Parrish. I don’t understand why this is so hard for you. Elspeth can get Oliphant limp with a snap of her fingers.”

Then Babs paused. “Of course it took quite a few years of training before she could do that. Like when I got you to swallow all my urine without spilling any…I had to give you quite a few vicious whippings to teach you discipline. Oh well, I have time!”

Babs had then begun tickling Parrish’s balls with her long red nails, smiling at him as she went at it…she poked her tongue out at him, and ran it back and forth, and yes sir, the erection returned with a vengeance.

“P-please Babs…I just can’t keep from getting excited ma’am…you just enthrall me. I think we should stop if you don’t want me to get hard.” Parrish begged.

“No no, Parrish. I like it that you are attracted to me, and I want you to get hard. But when I want you to go limp, you must do so immediately. It’s all about discipline. I remember when you were telling Margot about how she had to be home by midnight, and had to discipline herself…we can’t have two standards, can we?”

Babs continued to stroke and tickle Parrish’s dick, and he began breathing hard, and was quite afraid he might cum against his will…this would be bad!

“Now go limp!” Babs watched Parrish’s hard dick. NOTHING. It was as stiff as ever. This was blatant disrespect. Babs got up and went to the bedroom and came back with a bamboo cane.

WHACK! THWACK! SLASH! Babs was pleased that Parrish’s dick died almost immediately, but it was embarrassing to have to admit to Elspeth that she had to use artificial means.

At this point poor Parrish was weeping, and his cock looked terrible…it was covered with weals and long red lines…and he was so afraid…yes, she was flashing her boobs…it was going to get erect again!

There was just no hope. Babs never could tame Parrish’s ornery cock!

Now Parrish winced. Babs, never just the normal dominant wife, had to have a chastity belt locked on her husband that did vivid and exciting things. Eight years ago, when she’d first locked the belt on Parrish (at his request, she always reminded him) all the belt had done but keep him from masturbating.

But then she’d learned that there could be little extensions—for instance tiny needles inserted in the pouch of the belt so that Parrish’s “errant erections” would subside obediently. “After all, Parrish, I have four daughters, and I don’t need you staring at them all the time with a dirty mind!”

And that had been rough. Because his four stepdaughters, Lissie, Stacy, Margot and Deri were all blonde and beautiful like their mother, and they were outrageous flirts. They loved it that Mom had married such a sweet, generous guy, and his properness amused them to no end. So they teased him and jumped on his lap, and when his penis swelled…the needles gouged!

Certainly Parrish loved Babs and he had always had submissive fantasies…they’d met at the PainCafe’s Singlefest, and really hit it off. When they’d first gone to bed together, Babs had gone into the bathroom to slip into something more comfortable, and when she’d come out in a pink negligee, there was her new boyfriend, kneeling naked on the floor. He knew no other way…

After the needle attachment, Babs found a way to block off the device so Parrish had to beg to urinate. He couldn’t pee unless she allowed him to, by unlocking the tip. Copeland was a real bastard, Parrish thought, no craftsman could be this evil.

“Not now, darling, I’m on the phone” Babs would say as poor Parrish begged her, on his knees, because he had not peed in five hours…and then when he began making too much noise, Babs had risen and taken her long willow switch and slashed Parrish’s buttocks making him bite his tongue, focusing on holding his kidneys AND tolerate the intensive pain.

Sometimes she’d send Parrish off to the office with the urinary portion locked off, and she’d laugh with her daughter Deri as her poor husband would call around lunchtime, begging Babs to come down to the office and unlock him so he could pee.

“But honey, did you remember not to drink too much coffee…or was it hanging around the water cooler too much? I’ll be down, but I want to have another scone with Deri. Can you hold off for an hour until I can come down there and unlock you so you can pee? Well, you’ll have to!”

Now and then she’d come too late—Parrish would’ve peed, and of course instead of the urine coming out of the plugged hole, it would gush out the sides, and she’d have to run home and bring him pants.

That was rather hilarious also. Parrish was in a very serious job, he was a tax auditor in Buttermilk City, and respect, especially from his extensive staff of secretaries, clerks and the like was too important to have him trotting about in piss-stained Golden Fleece Two button pinstriped trousers!

Now, Babs was really enjoying the latest of craftsman Copeland’s effects—locking heavy ten pound weights, and she loved, LOVED swinging them back and forth between his poor, skinny legs.

But oh, he loved her. His beautiful Babs.

Barbara “Babs” Castillo-Pindler was quite fond of her husband, too. He was a nice, stable guy…and he took great care of her and the girls. They’d gone through a rough divorce from Babs’s worthless first husband, and then she’d dated a lot of losers…and then she’d had a serious cancer, which was now in remission…and she’d put herself back out in the dating world. But where to find someone nice?

Babs had been hesitant to go to the SingleFest thing at the PainCafe, but her friend, Fanchon Nemirow had advised her to try something new. “I met a great guy there, and married him” Fanchon told Babs, “And I keep going back to meet more!”

Fanchon had suggested Babs wear a little blue bracelet on her arm—everyone seemed to have a blue or red bracelet. “You don’t want some lunatic thinking you want to be spanked, dear.” The reds were looking to be dominated, Babs had guessed.

And then she’d met Parrish! His manner was shy, and he’d danced with Babs for hours, and asked for her number, and called in an appropriate number of days. And then of course he’d asked her to dominate him.

This had gone much more smoothly than she’d thought. At first she would down a little gin and water before giving him a session, but eventually it became quite natural. A Sunday afternoon on the couch with Parrish over her knee, his pants and undies pulled to his ankles, and her hairbrush methodically covering every inch of his buttocks…it was quite normal after a time.

Even after she’d let him up, and order him to take his blubbering, tear stained face and put it in the corner for a while…sometimes Babs worried that Parrish might hold it against her, that she was being so severe with him, but it never proved to be that way.

After a time he’d leave the corner, cook her dinner and then hold her in his lap, kissing her and letting her know he was the luckiest man in the world!

Then came the time that Parrish had shown Babs an oblong box. “This is the Terminator. My ex-wife Olympia used to use it on me” he’d said hesitantly. “But I need it, and I hope you’ll adjust.”

Babs had reached in the box and pulled out an eighteen inch dildo with a strap-on belt. Olympia must’ve been a big girl, Babs thought, to have locked this thing around her waist.

But she’d gamely locked it on, and when she turned to Parrish, he was naked and on his knees. “I just have to kiss it a bit and show appreciation.”

Babs wondered if this made Parrish a little bit gay, but she stood and let him kiss and lick the big plastic phallus, and then he’d gotten up on the bed and spread his fleshy cheeks, and wiggled them.

“You can tell me I’m your bitch if you like…whatever you want.” Parrish said, and Babs dove right in, plunging the knob right into his rosebud of an asshole. “You are my bitch, my little fairy queen, you little scumslut, Parrish. I wish I was a big black convict man in prison so I could rape you every day!”

And he’d been so excited, and nearly cum on the bed as she’d taken him, slamming the thing in and out, eliciting muffled “Oh”s and groans…it had been quite an exercise.

And then he’d licked his shit and blood off the Terminator, and of course Babs made Parrish use extensive mouthwash before she would let him kiss her again!

Deri had examined the dildo and wondered if poor Parrish was right in the head, but of course the young are so conservative. At twenty-eight, Deri was too young to remember the freewheeling Sixties and Seventies…

And then came the day when Harlan, who was an old boyfriend with employment issues, called Babs at work.

“What should I do?” she implored to Fanchon on the phone. “He’s a lot of fun in the sack, but we had to break up because he had no money, and smoked way too much weed.”

“Honey, just invite Harlan over for an early dinner, and when Parrish comes home, he’ll understand. You’ll be surprised at how open-minded he is.” Fanchon’s voice had calmed Babs, though she was still a bit worried.

But she’d had Harlan over, all the girls were at soccer practice, or play rehearsals, and she’d enjoyed a little fooling around with him, and they’d adjourned to the bedroom before dinner.

Harlan had always been afraid of Help Wanted ads and getting his hair cut, but he was a fast worker when it came to bedroom stuff! And then of course in the middle of things, Parrish had walked into the bedroom.

They’d both been a little freaked out. “You didn’t tell me you was married now, Babs.” Harlan whispered, for Parrish was a big strong guy…he didn’t live on crack cocaine and chicken fingers from Happy Hour at the Low Hat Bar, as Harlan did.

But Babs had gotten up on a trembling arm, and looked straight at Babs. “Is there a problem, Parrish? If not, you’re to strip and bring us drinks.” She’d winged that one, but miraculously, Parrish had done just that!

Harlan had made Babs sip his drink before he enjoyed it, just to ensure that Parrish wasn’t poisoning him, but after that, Harlan told Babs that she had a “good deal here” before he’d borrowed $40 from her purse and ambled off.

And now that she’d passed the “learning curve” as Fanchon would put it, Babs was starting to enjoy herself. This marriage wasn’t a bad thing, although her daughter Deri worried that she was taking too much advantage of poor Parrish.

She’d asked the Dungeonopolis belt maker to construct a chastity belt that left the testicles open for punishment, and when she wasn’t kicking poor Parrish’s balls, she was attaching clothespins to them, and knocking them off…and then she’d just had Cope lock on little holes to attach weights to…and oh, how Parrish was adjusting to this one!

But finally Babs got tired of poking Parrish’s cock and balls, and she mercifully unlocked the weights, and told him he could relax and watch a bit of “Project Runway” a show she had assigned him to take an interest in…she made sure he took notes for her. The football days were over!

“I have a doctor’s appointment and I’ll be back soon…” There had been some tests, and Babs had to go see about them. After her visit, she came home in a quiet mood. Deri, who still lived at home, looked up at her mother over her Cosmo magazine.

“Deri, honey. I need to talk to you,” Babs said to her. Deri was a young, gorgeous blonde, much like her mother, but perhaps a little quieter. She’d been a “second mother” to the younger girls, and was very fond of Parrish.

After Babs told Deri the doctor’s unfortunate news, and they’d had a bit of a cry, Babs said hesitantly, “I know that Parrish will take care of you girls no matter what, but I am worried about who will take care of Parrish…he has these needs, as you know.”

And Babs had been looking thoughtfully at Deri the entire time. Her blonde daughter’s curvy chest pushed out her mesh black blouse, and Deri’s full lips smiled as she began to interpret her mother’s meaning.

When Parrish got home from work the following evening, Deri was waiting for him in the living room, holding a round wooden paddle. “You were supposed to clean up the dishes after you made breakfast for Mom and my sisters…but you left a cup in the sink.”

“Deri, honey…I had to get to work!” Parrish said, trying to smile, but a moment later Deri beckoned to him, and he came a little closer, and the girl began unbuckling his pants. “Deri, baby…do you know what you’re doing? What would your mother say?”

“You need to learn to not be forgetful, and I’m going to teach you!” Parrish was horrified, but thrilled at the same time, and when his pants and underpants went down, and he fell across Deri’s stockinged knee, it was exciting, and he could feel the pain as his penis swelled against the needles….but the pain was distracted by the pain of the wooden paddle hitting his bare buttocks.

And then Babs came in, and watched approvingly. “You-you want to authorize Deri to discipline me?” Parrish asked afterwards, unbelievably. She was such a beautiful girl.

“Yes, and she’s going to tease you and let you perform with that remarkable tongue…that’s the good news, honey! The bad news is…my cancer is back, and soon it will just be Deri looking after you.” Babs said with a bittersweet smile.

And then Parrish really cried.

Eighteen months later, Buttermilk Falls was scandalized when the late Babs Castillo-Pindle’s widower married her barely thirty year old daughter…but the younger sisters were so supportive as bridesmaids, and Fanchon Nemirow smiled and drank her champagne…all was fair in love, war, and BDSM!

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