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INTERLUDE
Tuesday evening, September 24th. At Lori's condo. Talia and Lori sit in the living room, sipping iced tea. Unbeknownst to James, Talia has been recording her meetings with him. On this evening, she has just finished playing a Lori the tape of James' belting from the prior evening.
Lori: Ahahahahaha. You know what else isn't going to be hard for a while. (Lori regains composure) Gosh, what a destruction. It’s like, by controlling his penis, you control his soul. You can tell he doesn’t like it, but he has no choice. I suppose I shouldn't laugh.
Talia: Why not?
Lori: I don't know. Because it's not nice to take pleasure in other people's misfortune?
Talia: That's true in most instances. But might I suggest that you drop that notion in this case. One of the great joys of female supremacy is laughing at men and their failings.
Lori: You don't think it's mean?
Talia: Of course it's mean. That's the point. Sometimes you have to be a little bit mean to get your point across. Never hesitate to laugh at him either when he's in the room or when he isn't. Although this is serious business, it should also be highly enjoyable. It should be both serious and enjoyable.
Lori: I see what you’re saying. The whole thing is clearly so real. At the same time I find myself feeling a deep sense of satisfaction, or even joy, as I listen to that tape.
Talia: Me too. You're gonna discover that it feels really good to dominate men. Look, men have been treating Woman like shit since the beginning of time. Now the tables are turned. You said you didn't want to be like all your friends, right?
Lori: No, I don’t.
Talia: Because you want to be in charge. You don’t want some dude telling you how to live your life. You want to hold the cards in your relationship. I knew it the first time we met.
Lori: You have a point. But I don't want to be a raving bitch.
Talia: I don't either. Being an effective take-charge Woman is about knowing when to use a carrot and when to use a stick. Men are actually easier to train than animals. But sometimes you need to get tough while always maintaining your femininity. There’s a difference between being bitchy, which is a very healthy thing for a Woman to be if you ask me, and being a bitch. It's a fine line.
Lori: You seem to be able to walk it. Everything you say has a bitchy quality about it, even when you aren’t necessarily bitching. I think it’s so cool. You’re bitchy-cool, Talia. You know that?
Talia: (laughs) Thanks Lori. I have a fair amount of practice. Remember, I've been learning about this lifestyle since I was 12 years old. And soon enough you’ll be able to do it too. You have such a natural dominant aura.
(Lori nods her head as though she's come to a certain realization and breaks into a big smile)
Lori: I can't believe the jerk masturbated six times! I never knew when I told him to visit Rosy Palm that he made so many visits.
Talia: Yes, he yanked his frank six times. What did you call it? Rosy Palm? I love it. That's hilarious.
Lori: Not as funny as yank your frank.
(Talia makes a fist and brings it to her navel and begins pumping it wildly, eyes rolling back in her head, and mock-groaning. Both Ladies burst into laughter)
Lori: Seriously though. What the fuck is the matter with him? I had no idea my withholding sex would cause him to go so haywire.
Talia: For men like James, masturbation is an incredibly powerful addiction. I can guarantee you it wouldn't be much different even if you were offering sex, as gorgeous as you are. You have to understand, it's a very serious compulsion. That's why we're actually doing him a lot of good, as hard as that may be to believe.
Lori: It comforts me to hear you say that, Girlfriend. With all of his problems and his apparent inability to keep his hand off his little penis, I do love James. Don't ask me why.
Talia: I know you love him. He has some useful qualities and you're going to be amazed at his transformation now that his penis has been put on lockdown.
Lori: You don't think he's going to be mad.
Talia: Of course he's going to be mad. But that’s his problem, certainly not ours, and he'll get over it. The chastity belt will eventually choke his anger and his male ego right out of him. I don't want to come off as preachy, but do you want the full scoop on what the impact will be like for him?
Lori: Of course I do, sweetie. I told you I trusted you 100% and now it's more like 110%. Don't you dare hold back on me!
Talia: Good. I'm happy to hear that. Let me lay it all out there for you. (pregnant pause) There's absolutely nothing more powerful than a male chastity belt when it comes to dominating men. Nothing. I'm not just talking about sexually dominating them, although that's a given. I'm talking about dominating every aspect of their life. Think about it. James masturbates a lot.
Lori: You mean masturbated. Past tense.
Talia: Ha! Exactly. Why would somebody do something a lot?
Lori: Ah, because he likes it?
Talia: Exactly. Only let me take it a step further. James loves to masturbate. More than he loves anything else in the world. Because his penis gives him deep sexual pleasure. Now, what I'm doing is controlling his biggest pleasure. I intend to deny him most of the time and make it so he only gets his freedom when he does what I want him to do. That's why I made him call me Miss Yount. You could tell he didn't want to do it. In his confused mind he thought he was superior to me because I am younger and female. Being forced to call me Miss Yount was extremely humiliating to him. But that's what I wanted -- mostly because I know he didn't want to do it, and I wanted to illustrate to him that he is owned by a young Woman now. And in the end, he did it, effectively confirming his subservience to me. You could hear how much it pained him to admit this. But he had to because I am now the center of his world. I control everything that is important to James.
Lori: Amazing! Sensational! You’ve reduced him to your pet. And now you’re training your pet!
Talia: Precisely. I like to use the word 'reprogramming.' I'm literally taking control of James' brain by denying his greatest pleasure. And now I'm reprogramming his brain to serve female-kind. Soon enough he will bow before his superiors, ie Females, without a second thought.
Lori: This is so great.
Talia: I know, right? As you probably can tell, my most powerful teaching weapon is sexual humiliation. God I love that word and what it means. I intend to constantly humiliate James and embarrass him through various creative methods. In my experience, intense sexual humiliation is by far the most effective way of reprogramming men. Now, don't worry. He'll never touch me and I will never have my clothing off around him. That's one of the key components of the humiliation factor. I will always be clothed and composed, totally dignified as a Woman should be, while James will be fully exposed. That's one of the reasons I prefer the translucent chastity belt, if you get my drift.
Lori: Ha ha. He has no place to hide his little penis.
Talia: Precisely. This will be a powerful learning experience for James. His entire way of thinking will be reprogrammed. In the end, he will be a better person, but you'll be the real beneficiary. I think you'll be pleased with the results, Lori. In fact, I know it.
Lori: This is so incredible. How will I ever repay you? Give me a hug.
(Lori and Talia share a warm, emotional embrace)
Talia: The question is how can I repay you? I love nothing more than presiding over the defeat of the male ego. It's not like I have many other hobbies, other than listening to my music and reading books. And I have to say, this is an especially enticing scenario for me. James is a great subject. So let's just say this is great for both of us, girlfriend.
Wednesday, September 25th --
It's been two days and already I'm beginning to have major problems with this mutherfucking chastity device. It first started yesterday morning when I awoke to pain in my groin. I realized I was getting my usual morning wood and the belt was stifling me before I could even get started. I, uh this is embarrassing, but I looked down and saw my dick squeezing against the inside of the belt the way a child might press his face against a glass window as a joke. Difference is that this was no joke. I could feel this strange throbbing, sort of like what I get when I'm really horny and erect, only this time I wasn't even close to erect.
I began tugging at the belt to see if I could pull it off, but it was really secure. I got in the shower and soaped up my balls like crazy, so that I could maybe squeeze my sack through the o-ring, but the o-ring was too narrow. I began to get frantic, really yanking at that mutherfucker and stretching my shit away from my body, but it was hopeless. @!*#$!@%!
It gets worse. Today, I was in the break room and Talia walks in. Get this -- she was wearing my chastity key on a silver chain around her neck. I was sitting across the room from her in the break-room. She sat with three other Women, older teachers in their late 30s/early 40s. (Talia has been quite popular with the older female teachers; I often see them eating together.) One of them asked Talia what the key was for.
"Just some minor possessions of mine," she smiled and took a bite of salad.
At first I didn't get why she used the plural. It took me a moment to realize she was referring to my cock and balls! That conniving FUCKKKKIN TWAT!!!!!
"How mysterious," one of the other Women said.
"It looks nice anyhow. You always have such a cool, hip vibe, Talia," another said.
After an uncomfortable day at school, I immediately went to the hardware store and bought a couple of different padlocks that looked to be the same size as my belt. I tried those keys but they didn't work, so I fiddled around with a paperclip for two hours. No dice! Finally I let out a loud shriek of frustration and ended up having to apologize to my frightened neighbors, this elderly couple. I took some Advil, had a few beers and tried to forget about my plight.
This sucks.
Thursday, September 26th --
Oh lord. What a tough day. I was thinking about what I could do to get this chastity belt off. And I just don't think I can deal with the embarrassment of sharing my plight with someone else. Certainly not any of my guy friends. No fucking way. And not Lori either. What would she think? It would be awkward. She'd probably think I was doing something perverted and/or she'd run from the room screaming.
Today, Talia -- ugh -- I promised I'd keep this real. (my inclination is to call her every name in the book in print, but it will only make me angrier) She basically laughed in my face. It's more complicated than that though.
This time at lunch she came over from the circle of Ladies and caught my eye as I was washing out my lunch bowl in the sink. "Psst, I need to see you briefly today. Wait for my call after school. I need you to swing by my place for a moment."
I started to think maybe she was going to release me early, that she'd made her point. Hope bubbled up inside me. So I get over to her place and she invites me in. This time she was wearing a sleek purple tank-top, tight black pants and had Ipod headphones around her neck.
"I have one foot out the door," she said. But I wanted to check up on you to see how your first week was going. Come stand in front of me, while I sit on the couch."
She motioned me to her as she sat down. "Pull your pants and underwear down, James."
As I pulled on my pants, I started speaking: "It's not going well at all. It's painful. I can't believe I agreed to this. It's just not working."
"Whoa, slow down," Talia said. First off, you didn't agree to anything. I put you in chastity because it was the right thing for me to do, as well as the right thing for you. Second off, this is a more formal process than you think. You can't be so undisciplined and expect me to react positively to it. During our interactions, you're to speak unless spoken to and remember my proper title. Do you understand?"
Before I could respond, Talia reached forward and casually took hold of my scrotum, tugging it gently toward her, while leaning forward. She tugged my balls back and forth, and pressed her thumb on the underside of my fucking belt, hoisting my enclosed fucking dick into the air.
She wasn't squeezing my balls at all, but she had a firm grip that caused me to swallow the lump in my throat. "Yes, Miss Yount."
"That's better," she said, pushing my dick even higher before sliding her hand out of the way and letting it fall back against my nuts. My dick began to press against the cage in total futility. Yet it just hung there limply between my legs, pointing at the floor. I could feel my face reddening as Talia looked up at my face and gave me the triumphant smile that I was beginning to hate more and more.
"Now, listen to me carefully. The first week is very h-- (she caught herself) the first week is very difficult." She smiled and shook her head. "I have very little sympathy for you though, James. Denial isn't supposed to be easy for compulsive male masturbators. You will get used to it though."
Again she reached out casually and gripped me where it counted. Again she slid her thumb beneath my caged dick and flipped it upward. This time she held it there. (How else was it supposed to point at the ceiling?) "Your groin looks as if it's handling the first few days quite well. No abrasions from what I can tell. The ball ring is doing its job. It's a little red. Tell me, James. How hard did you try to get it off?"
"Huh?" I said, surprised by the question.
"Don't bullshit me, James," she said, with a totally straight face. This is meant to be a simple Q&A. I ask questions. You give me honest answers. It's like you still don't understand the situation you're in. Now tell me how hard you tried to get your chastity belt off? I assume you tried soap in the shower. And you probably went to the hardware store. I want you to confess all the ways you tried to take your chastity belt off, James. Right now. And remember, I know when you’re lying."
I never felt so trapped in all my life. My face must have looked like a tomato. "I did all the things you said, Miss Yount. I bought several padlocks, but the keys didn’t work. And I used a paperclip and tried to pick the lock."
"Good, James. The truth, in this case, won’t set you free. You realize that, right?”
“Yes, Miss Yount.”
“But at the same time I appreciate your honesty. It’s a step in the right direction. Soon you’ll be 100% honest with me all the time. You know that, right?”
I hesitated before finally mumbling agreement. I felt so damned humbled that I could only stare at the floor.
I feared she would punish me for my hesitation, but instead she just laughed and raised her voice ever so slightly. “Trust me, James. You’re going to learn to be 100% honest with me. You have no choice.” I continued to stare at the floor, my forehead burning like magma. At that moment, I decided I wanted to be anywhere but where I was.
Now Talia had leaned forward and turned her head sideways, so that she was in my line of sight, speaking with that condescending voice normally reserved for her students. “Look at me, James.” She gave my balls a firm tug and pulled her head back into a comfortable position on the couch. Knowing the consequences of disobeying her, I reluctantly followed her eyes with my own.
Once she was satisfied that our eyes had met, she nodded her head and flashed that irritating, superior smile. “So where were we, James? Ah yes, we were discussing your attempts to secretly remove your chastity belt. Clearly we have to conclude your efforts were a complete failure." To emphasize her point, she released my dick and it dropped listlessly between my legs. “And you tried so hard, didn’t you, James?”
“Yes, Miss Yount.”
“Of course you did. It must really suck to try so hard at something and fail and know that you’ve been had, huh?”
For the first time, I felt myself beginning to get choked up. But I refused to give in. I didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. “Yes, Miss Yount.”
“I told you this was a serious piece of hardware.” She grabbed the tip of my chastity belt and lifted it up yet again with her thumb and forefinger. Again it dropped down, dead as Jimmy Hoffa. She did it two more times, four in all. I was on the verge of hyperventilation. I worried I might faint.
Talia stood and got up in my face. "You're a total limpdick now, James."
My rage was such that I couldn’t help but turn my head away from her. But fucking Talia took my goddamn chin and made me look at her. "It’s clear I’m going to need to pound this into your head until you get it, so listen extra carefully -- your masturbation days are over, limpdick."
For some reason, that really hit home. That name. Limpdick. It's fucking killing me. And my mind kept going back to what she had said before that:
It must really suck to try so hard at something and fail and know that you’ve been had, huh?
The lump in my throat was the size of a softball. Because what she said was 100% true. I’ve been had.
Still holding my chin, now she lowered her voice and spoke in a more Girlish tone. "Has the cat has got your tongue, limpdick? Understandable. But you need to show me more respect than I’ve seen so far. You're going to have to if you want me to release you this coming Sunday."
"Yes, Miss Yount," I said. "I'll try to do better."
"I know you will," she said, finally releasing my chin. "Now you and your limp dick can get dressed."
Once I was dressed she showed me to the door. This time she didn’t need to ask me to look at her. She had my full, undivided attention. "Be a good, respectful boy, not only to me but other Women in your life, of all ages, limpdick. I need to see some real respect from you want to get relief any time soon."
END PART THREE
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