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Judge Ligourian Fenzel shook his head. He was well aware now that he was outclassed by these women. Vicki ran her nails up and down his throbbing cock in a light trail, and he gasped and moaned. "Come on Your Honor, won't you see things our way?" Vicki entreated.
Shirley laughed. "I think the girl's got you, Lig. You'd better give in before she decides to take a whip to your skinny judicial behind!"
Fenzel sighed. "Of course I'll look at his case. At least I can get him an early parole, and maybe a-a job in the courthouse so he won't steal hubcaps anymore."
"And-and Ormie's baby brother Piedmont is coming up in your chambers for a tiny little breaking and entering thing--?"
The judge smiled, sighed and nodded. "Anything for Miss Vicki."
Vicki stood up and gave the judge a long kiss. "That's just what I wanted!" She pumped his dick as she stood there, pushing her full breasts, encased in the tight halter tip against Fenzel's narrow chest. "I know you must miss your wife. BDSM must've been different in the old days."
Fenzel smiled. "Yes, Edna didn' t have access to the expensive cock and ball torture toys they have now, so she'd do inventive things like locking my genitals in her father's bear trap, which was a sharp, horrible thing. Or she'd put me in a gunny sack and then throw a buzzing hornet's nest in there. She was a very back to nature kind of gal."
Vicki gently massaged the judge's glans, which was quite sensitive. "And how often did Edna let you cum, Your Honor?"
Fenzel paused. "Well, when we were first married, just after she bought the very primitive original chastity device in '45, it was once a week, but by the time of the McCarthy hearings we were arguing bitterly about politics, and she began limiting me to a monthly jerk-off. And by the time Edna passed, it was perhaps four times yearly if I was fortunate. I was hoping your mother would be more generous, but she is not a believer in frequent sexual ecstasy."
Shirley winked at her daughter. "It's just the way I see things, you know."
Vicki wondered. "I don't get why any guy would let a woman lock him up, and between Dad and my brothers, and the judge here, it just seems so weird. Mom, you know if they rebelled, you'd have to give in, but they just seem to collapse around you."
Shirley and the Judge both laughed. "Well dear" Shirley said, smiling, "Your dad asked me to put him in chastity, probably because he began reading BDSM literature in the days before computers, and then actually the first time Denson was put in chastity was when I caught him in my bedroom, wearing Dad's spare chastity belt, and a pair off panties and makeup...so it was what they wanted, I think!"
Vicki stamped her little foot. "So THATS where my underwear goes! I'm friggin always missing bras and panties...and then I find them all sticky, like someone's been doing something nasty in them."
Judge Fenzel laughed, but then turned sober. "I don't know really what it is that makes me want to be locked in a chastity device by a beautiful woman. But in those years after Edna passed, before your mother took over my training, I was utterly lost. I slept with a number of women, very unfulfilling, very shallow relationships, and I was obsessed with pornography. I took a lot of my anger out on the men I was sentencing to prison, it was terrible...and my penis was raw from constant masturbation. I even had urethritis, which is what happens when you jerk off too much, and then have trouble cumming. But Shirley saved my life!"
Judge Fenzel looked adoringly at Vicki's Mom, who smiled back. Vicki could tell that Mom didn't think nearly as much of the Judge as he did her, but she was being very nice about the whole thing.
Fenzel went on. "I have no idea what makes a man want to be put in chastity. But I spent much of the time locked up, except for four or five squirts a year. With my penis locked up, I can only look forward to Shirley teasing me, or being allowed to sexually service her, and sometimes her young lovers who she brings to the house. I also enjoy giving her scented baths, massages, and telling her how beautiful she is. And the increased horniness is just so good for my attitude. I hope I'll be able to bring you some of the same benefits, though you are rather young."
"Lucky you.” Mom said. "My beautiful young daughter will enjoy your kindnesses immensely. Vicki, he has a tongue that beats a Water-Pik."
The next day when Vicki came home from school, she found a note from Mom. "Dear, Denson will be coming home from work, and I want you to supervise his scrubbing of the kitchen, and then if he is good, you can tease him for a bit, but don't let him finish. There is a folded car fan belt that you can use to discipline him, as well as the keys to his chastity, next to the note. Love, Mom."
Vicki thought a lot about this. She hadn't handled her brothers yet, and it was going to be interesting. She and Mom had worked over Judge Fenzel a bit the night before, and Mom had shown Vicki how to effectively cane a man ("It's all in the wrist.") and they'd also taken turns using the strap-on on Fenzel's narrow bottom.
Mom had attached rat-traps to His Honor's nipples and knocked them off, and then the ladies had made fun of the strict hanging judge as he had wept bitterly while kneeling on the bedroom floor!
Fenzel had also brought Vicki to about four orgasms, lying on his big bed after Mom had gone back home. Vicki had really enjoyed this, since although she was no virgin, she felt high school boys knew next to nothing about sex, and NOTHING about oral sex.
She had, after the final orgasm, felt quite generous, and she'd cuffed the judge's arms to his bedposts, and she'd stroked his cock for about an hour and forty-five minutes, and then undid one wrist and let him masturbate while she played with her breasts.
Fenzel had been quite grateful, and had given Vicki a two hundred dollar tip and told her she was a sweet girl.
When Denson came home, Vicki showed him the note and jingled the keys. Denson looked annoyed. He was very much a man's man, and though he did have secret submissive tendencies, he didn't like it much that they'd been revealed to his young teenage sister.
"So I need to clean the kitchen after a hard day at work, man." He looked a little annoyed, but Vicki was well aware than she'd come home more than once to see Mom supervising Dens as he wore an apron and did housework. She knew she had to make him understand who was boss, like she did with her horse when she went riding.
Vicki had been good at this--her family had not been able to afford to pay for her lessons, and she'd first mucked out stables to get free lessons, and then, after she got good with the horses, she had become an assistant trainer.
"No fucking around now, Dens." Vicki said sharply. "Get in the kitchen and start scrubbing." Vicki tapped the rubber belt in her small palm.
Dens laughed and patted Vicki's head, and she reached out and grabbed him by the balls through his pants, she squeezed, and he fell over, gasping.
Then Vicki grabbed Dens by the ear and pulled. She only weighed about 90 pounds, but she had a strong arm, and he got up, looking a little dazed.
"Now I want you to take your clothes off. I'm sick of this shit!" Vicki whacked the rubber fan belt in her hand again, and Dens, seeing the fire in her young eyes, disrobed quickly.
Finally he was down to his undergarments, and Vicki noted with approval that yes indeed, he was wearing a bra and panties under his electrician's coverall. "Cute, pink and lacy. But you better take those off as well, Dens. And then get in there and begin scrubbing that damned kitchen."
Dens took off everything, and was fully revealed in his chastity device. He went into the kitchen and began working, and Vicki sat and watched a taped "American Idol" for a while. Then he called her and said he was done.
It was true, the kitchen was spotless, the counters, shelves, and baseboards were gleaming, but the refrigerator hadn't been cleaned out, and Vicki felt that even though she'd not mentioned that, there was no reason he hadn't thought of it.
"What the hell's wrong with you, Denson?" she asked angrily, as she took her six foot four brother's thick arm and led him to the couch armchair, pushing him over the side. "Can't you conceive that a fridge should be cleaned also?"
The fan belt was a splendid whipping device, Vicki considered. It left quite a few red marks on Dens's buttocks, and she was able to whack energetically for about five minutes, and he actually began sobbing. (This she thought was hilarious).
Then, Vicki had unlocked Denson's chastity belt. "Now the real fun can begin!" she said excitedly.
Vicki cautioned her brother "Now I know it's been a long time since you got to touch yourself, and you'd better be a good boy and sit on your hands." Dens groaned and sat on his hands, and Vicki began running a long nail up and down his cock.
Denson had a big one, and this was quite different than the Judge, who Mom had mercilessly humiliated for his tiny penis.
"They call you Maximum Fen because of your long sentences, but they really should call you Minimum Millie, or Midget balls if they saw your crotch" Shirley had laughed, as Judge Fenzel had cowered between them, his little penis erect to its full four inches.
Mom had even punished Fenzel's dick by attaching an office binder clip from his study to it, and knocking it off, and how he'd cried!
Then Vicki had taken one of her high heels and, ordering Fenzel to stay kneeling, had ground his tiny penis into the floor, pretending she was stubbing out a cigarette! It had been rather amusing, and immediately after her sharp heel had left his small member, he'd gotten hard again!
Dens, however had a big dick,and Vicki was fascinated with it. She ran her little forefinger up and down the swelling glans, and then gently tickled his foreskin. To get a little closer (he was sitting on his sore butt on the couch) Vicki sat on one of his knees and put one tiny hand on his shoulder and the other running up and down his crotch.
Dens, for his part, seemed to be quite thrilled to have his baby sister, who was wearing a sleeveless tight sweater and denim short shorts with black stockings and heels, sitting on his lap playing with his dong.
"God, it's really big, Dens." Vicki said, as she ran her fingers up and down his swelling shaft. She tickled his frenulum, remembering that her boyfriend liked that, and then let go of his cock right before he might've spurted and began running a lone forefinger around his glans.
Dens groaned, and pulled one hand out, but Vicki quickly grabbed the fan belt and whacked it HARD and he put it back under his buttocks. She was a stern taskmaster!
Vicki took her other hand off his shoulder, and leaned down and began tickling his balls with one hand while pumping his cock with the other, Denson began moaning and groaning, and was quite close to orgasm, and then Vicki suddenly jumped off his lap.
"I forgot about that shitty job you did neglecting the fridge. Get up!" Denson got up and Vicki ordered him to move to the dining room, and to lay his hard cock on the dining room table.
"He wants to have fun with Little Sister, but he was a bad boy!" Vicki said and with that she whacked her brother's hard penis, and it bounced off the table. He tried to back off, but Vicki sternly ordered him to stand still. WHACK! Again the fan belt slammed into his rapidly shrinking penis.
Denson moaned, and Vicki ordered him to go clean the refrigerator. Half an hour later, she inspected, and was pleased, and guided her big brother back to the couch, this time tying his hands behind his neck with clothesline, and she stripped off her sweater and shorts, leaving on bra, panties, stockings and heels.
She could tell Denson got a kick out of the fact that even though she'd been wearing shorts, somehow she'd managed to hook the black fishnet stockings with a garter belt, and for some reason this always made men crazy.
"Please Vicki" Denson moaned. "Wank my wood." Vicki slapped his face, hard, telling him not to talk nasty. She was a church girl, after all. She got onto his lap and ground her panty covered crotch on his growing erection.
"Vicki's very happy that Denson was a good boy and cleaned the refrigerator out...he really cleaned it well." Vicki rubbed her boobs against Dens's chest and he began panting. "I bet Densy would like to suck on Vicki's boobs...lick my nipples wouldn't you?"
Denson answered in the affirmative, and Vicki slapped his face again. "I can't believe you'd want to corrupt your baby sister like that! You're disgusting. You behave like some kind of rapist, really."
Vicki looked inquiringly into Dens's startled eyes. "Do you know what it's like to be raped?" She guided him up and instructed him to bend over the couch. Vicki took a long candle out of the candlestick in the dining room, and brought it back, and slowly pushed it up Denson's ass.
"Mommy told me that your ass has been reamed by many men, so you can enjoy this experience, since there's plenty of room up there." Denson blushed in acute shame. But, it got worse, because after Vicki had the candle WAAY up Denson's rectum, she lit it.
This was a new experience for Denson. He wanted to get up, but Vicki shoved his shoulder down, so his face was buried in the pillows on the sofa. "You can just lie there for a while, and the wax can get all congealed in your butt hole as it melts" she said with finality. "We're going to teach you not to be such a rape-focused older brother, right now!"
As Viper finished telling the story to Gretchen and myself, we were just amazed at how she'd grown into a female dominant. After she'd finished high school, Judge Fenzel had offered to send her to college, but Vicki, now the Viper (for that was what her brothers and nearly every other man in town called her) realized her potential to be a domme, and she'd split for the big city.
"Gretchen," the Viper said as she twirled her long, curling red hair. "You just have to make Miles appreciate you, darling. He needs to understand that you are the Goddess!"
After Gretchen and I went home, I thought a lot about the Viper's story, and about her childhood. I was fascinated by it, and it reminded me a lot of my own. For years I had a big masturbation habit, and it really bothered my mother.
Mother was a strident Episcopalian, and was very big on hygiene. In high school, it was a constant battle with me, to keep me from masturbating. Mother had many peculiar rules...she made me weigh and chart my bowel movements, and she gave me frequent enemas.
Often she unthinkingly ruined dates for me by telling my prospective girlfriends when they came to pick me up (as I wasn't allowed to drive) that I was not to have any foods that could give me gas or flare my allergies.
And then once, Mother had gotten very upset because I had a skid mark in my underwear, and she'd retaliated rather sharply.
"Miles, I am tired of your 'Hershey Squirts' as you call them. Take off your pants and underpants!"
"Mother, I'm getting ready for my date with Dimity tonight. I'm sorry about the skid marks but--"
Mother was a small woman, curvy, with raven hair, you’d think she wasn't very strong, but it was quite surprising. She walked up to me and grabbed me by the ear, shaking my stained Fruit of the Looms in my face.
As I struggled, she unsnapped my jeans, and pulled them down, as well as my underwear, and she threw me across my bed, landing on my stomach.
"I can't believe I must do this...teaching a grown boy how to wipe his behind correctly. But I'll make you remember!"
Mother had a long razor strop that she kept on a nail in the kitchen. She swung it, and it landed on my bare left cheek. WHACK! She swung again TWHACK! "If there's one thing I despise it's a slovenly young man, who can't even keep his crack clean. You'll learn, though."
I howled, and tried to leave the bed, but Mother continued to thrash me with the strop. Finally, after I was screaming into my pillow, Mother turned me over, and with shock I saw she had a pair of old fashioned adult diapers--not the plastic kind, but the cloth.
Mother grabbed one of my legs, and lifted it up and shoved the large cloth diaper under me, and then poured baby oil all over my cock and balls. She rubbed the oil into my cock and balls, and smiled grimly when I began getting an erection.
"Mother what-what are you doing?" I was too startled to try to get off the bed. "Why are you putting me in a diaper? I have a date tonight with Dimity Pennefather." Dimity Pennefather was hot stuff.
And it was a miracle that she'd go out with Miles Unowicz, who was forced by his parents to wear a bow tie and suit to school every day, and who was president of the stamp club and the Math Society. I couldn't fuck this up.
The only time she could see me in moderately "cool" clothes was after school, when I hastily changed, as my Christian parents allowed me to wear jeans and concert T-shirts then, though of course the concerts were Pat Boone, the Jonas Brothers and Amy Grant.
Mother rubbed my cock and balls some more, and then put baby powder on my genitals as well, and then she pinned up the diaper. "Now you may put your pants on, but you won't be able to wear those tight dungarees on this date, you know."
And it was true, the only pants I could get on over the bulky cloth diaper was the overalls I had worn while working on my granddad's farm the summer before. Everyone else got to go to the beach and live it up, and I'd had to go out to Iowa and hoe crabgrass off his potatoes.
When Dimity came to pick me up, she burst out laughing. "What the fuck's this?" she said with glee. Dimi was exuberant and fun, and had curly blonde hair and a rack that made many men drool. She'd dated the quarter back of our school, and also the head drug dealer, and had also gone out with college guys...she was quite popular!
I put a finger to my lips. Mother hated profanity. She abhorred anything that didn't happen back in 1910 for that matter. When I'd asked for a Game-Boy for my birthday, or an X-Box for Christmas she'd give me a box of Chinese checkers, or backgammon, with the caution that I not play for money.
Right before we left, Mother asked Dimity to wait. "I just need Miles for a moment, dear." She took me into the bedroom, and unsnapped my overalls.
"What's going on, Mother." I inquired distressedly. "I've got to go, I'm hardly going to have any time with her anyway, since you always want me home around nine-thirty."
Mother took down my overalls, and pushed me back on the bed. "I just want to check your nappy, dear, to ensure that you're not going to have a stinky and upset your little girlie friend. It's not good to be messy down there."
"Mother, I'm practically an adult, and I know how to go to the bathroom! You're just upset about the skid marks. I've got to leave." I tried to get up off the bed, and gently push my mother out of the way, and she took a metal school ruler from her apron pocket and WHACKED my penis and testicles hard.
I tried once again to push past her and she hit my genitals again four or five times, and I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming. "You listen to ME, Miles Unowicz." Mother said through clenched teeth.
"I am not going to tolerate your tantrums. If you can't keep your pants clean, I must keep you in a diaper. I will clean your area regularly, the last thing I need is for you to be sick with a diaper rash."
Mother whacked me again, right on the cock, and I lay back, weeping silently. Mother poured baby oil liberally all over my junk, running her long red nails up and around my cock, tickling my frenulum and even sticking a finger up my butt hole.
My penis began stiffening quickly, especially as I had a great view of Mother's extensive cleavage as she bend over, rubbing and toying with my genitals with her oily hands. For a strict Christian woman, Mother looked damned good.
"I can't believe this. You have a disgusting stiffie." Mother said in horror. She took up the metal school ruler and WHACKED my disobedient penis again and again, and I burst into tears, willing myself not to make noise as I didn't want to let my date Dimity, who was sitting in the living room, to know of the sick scene playing out back here.
"I hope you are not planning to use that nasty little tool of yours to defile that nice girl out there, Miles." Mother said with a frown, as she rubbed my dick some more. "I would be quite displeased...oh no, it's getting big again. Well I know the solution to this."
Mother ordered me to put my hands behind my back and she got the razor strop, which she'd left in the bedroom earlier. "Now I hope you'll be a little man about this, and not make a lot of crybaby sounds, you don't want that girl to know what a weakling you are, Miles."
Mother swung the razor strop down on my long, thick cock. WHACK! I bit my lip until it bled, but uttered no sound. She swung the belt again, and this time it grazed my balls, but although I almost lost consciousness, I didn't even moan, but the third time I am afraid I did scream.
And then Mother felt some remorse, and she tossed down the strap and took me into her arms, kissing my hair, and absentmindedly stroking my hard cock. "Darling, you know your Mummie loves you, and I want you to have a nice time with your little friend, but I'm terribly concerned that you will do something you might regret with her."
"Mum-Mother" I sobbed. "We're just going to the roller rink. We're not going to anywhere where anything bad could happen. I promise to-to--"
Mother laughed throatily as she kissed my ear. "I'm going to pin up your diaper and snap up your overalls, and I want you to promise Mother you'll keep your diaper closed no matter what. Especially with that nasty girl."
And she snapped me up, and I was ready for my date!
So Dimi and I finally got into her car. "This is going to be hilarious. You look so moronic in school with the bowtie and knickerbockers (Mother's uniform for me) and now you're in frickin' overalls!"
But not everyone took it as pleasantly. When we got to the roller rink, Pup Listrani, a local bully and his friends came up and began looking me over. Listrani hated me because I had finked on him as part of the Student Anti-Drug Society, and he could no longer sell pot in the second floor bathroom.
"Unowicz, you fuckin' queer. What's wit' da get-up what is youse, John-Boy Walton?" He poked me and his friends chuckled. Dimi, who used to date Pup, patted my shoulder.
"Leave him alone, Pup, he's got a unique style, he--" But apparently, Pup, annoyed at Dimi's intervention, pulled out a switchblade and lunged, and cut one of the straps on my overall, and it fell to my ankles.
There I was in my diaper!
The boys roared. "What the fuck--we was in a Walton's show and now it's a Pampers commercial" said Pup. "I was gonna stab you, but you're way too pathetic. Dimity, if this is what you want to go out with, I can't argue, baby. Live it up."
Dimi looked at me with some disgust. "Are you like, incontinent, Miles? What's going on with that?"
Romero Caline, Pup's right hand man and gang Warlord, snorted. "Fuckin' safety pins, can you believe that. I could use that for one of my piercings!" Before I could stop him, Romero took HIS knife and cut the safety pin out of my diaper, and the diaper fell down as well.
Now the entire teenage population of the roller rink was gaping at me. I was utterly humiliated. But my dick was quite hard, mysteriously! I tried to cover it, but Pup grabbed my by the shoulder. "I'm takin' this little faggot into the lavatory, c'mon boys."
When we got into the bathroom, Pup pushed me down on my knees. "You're pathetic. I don't know how you kids on the rich side of town get away with bullshit like going out with hot chicks like Dimity Pennefather, but you're going to pay for it, now."
Pup unzipped his black jeans and pulled out his dick and peed in my face. I closed my eyes and covered my face, and his gang laughed, and then I tried to get up, and he knocked me down again. "Oh no, you're going to suck my dick, Unowicz, you queer."
The next twenty minutes were taken up with this odious chore. What could I do? I was about five six and scrawny, and Pup Listrani was six two and packed with muscle. When I finally left the bathroom, Dimity had disappeared but my overalls were lying in the middle of the rink, and everyone laughed as I ran naked to pick them up. I jumped into them, and, holding them up, as the strap had been cut, I left the rink fast.
When I got home, Mother was furious with me for losing my diaper. "What on earth did you do?" she demanded. I couldn't tell her what had happened, it was just too upsetting.
"You lost your cloth diaper? You've been running around half naked in the overalls (Someone had made off with my shirt at the rink) and you expect me to take this well?"
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