Rhode Rage

Chapter Three – CFNM

That night, after being kneed where it counted, Roger lay on his bed and stared at his cock and balls.  His balls were black and blue.  He'd spent almost an hour icing them down but the color wouldn't change.  He thought of who did that to them – A Woman - and he filled with rage.  At the same time, he'd masturbated three times in the three hours he'd been home.  Now that he’d gotten his rocks off, all he could think of was how he'd allowed himself to be so...so humiliated by that little bitch.  What was happening to him?  Could he trust her?  What would she do next? 

       

As these thoughts through his head, he felt himself harden yet again as he contemplated what had taken place, and what might take place in the future.  Confusion reigned.  He couldn't get Mrs. Cromwell's smiling, beautiful face out of his head.  He couldn't stop thinking about her ass and the way it moved in her skirt.  The way she pranced around.  The way she spoke down to him.  Made him admit that he liked it.  Nailed him right where it counted.  Despite having masturbated three times, he was rock hard again.  He punched the bed in frustration.  Then almost without thinking, he took a pen and wrote on his inner thigh:  "Property of Mrs. Cromwell."  He drew an arrow and pointed it to his penis.  Before washing off his thigh, he would masturbate for a fourth time.

*******

"It was beautiful, Brooke.  If not for the divorce it might have been the climactic moment of my life." Vanessa said.

Brooke laughed.  "Better than sex?" she asked.

Vanessa pondered the difficult question.  Earlier that evening, after she'd knocked Roger's scrotum into next week, she'd called Hugh, the tall 31 year-old club tennis pro into her office.  There, she'd sat him on the couch and impaled herself on his thick 8" cock.  Three earth-shattering orgasms in fifteen minutes, though none might have been as satisfying as kneeing Roger's balls. Indeed, the act of kneeing Roger's balls had greatly enhanced her orgasms.  "Crazy as it sounds I think the domination is more fulfilling.

Brooke took a sip of tea.  "And you haven't even scratched the surface of true female domination yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about CFNM.  Clothed Female, Nude Male.  It's time you fully expose Roger for the perverted pussywhipped slob that he is.  At the same time, you keep your clothing on.  It will be an extremely liberating and defining experience for both of you."

"Hmm, CFNM has a nice ring to it," agreed Vanessa.  "But Roger is such a pig.  He probably stinks.”

Brooke: "Easy problem to solve.  After you make him strip naked, have him clean himself and shave in your bathroom."

Vanessa:  "I have to admit, that sounds like a lot of fun.  Do you really think he'll go for that?"

Brooke:  "Do I think he'll go for that?  Hello?  Vanessa, I guarantee you this boy went home today and masturbated all night long.  And the whole time I guarantee he was fantasizing about the beautiful, mature woman that took control of him.  He has no say in the matter!"

Both women broke into laughter.

Vanessa: "I could totally see that."

Brooke: "Vanessa, you got him to admit he likes it.  You OWN his penis.  It's a done deal.  Now, the question is – and I think I know the answer - are you a true female supremacist?"

Vanessa: "I never thought about it."

Brooke: "Yes you have.  You should listen to a recording of you describing what it felt like to humiliate Roger today.  You’re a natural, vindictive female supremacist, Vanessa.  I know it.”

Vanessa smiled.  "When you're right, you're right."

Brooke took another sip of tea.  "Now that we have that settled, let me tell you about CFNM.  CFNM is the cornerstone of female domination.  The idea is that the ultimate prize, the all-powerful cunt, while always in the mind of the perverted submissive male, may never under any circumstances be seen.  Out of sight but never out of mind.  It's because we as superior women have the right to total privacy.  Males, on the other hand, must be totally exposed.  By exposing him, you're greatly enhancing your domination.  While you remain the picture of dignity and control, he will be stripped of his clothing and his ego.  His naked, vanquished penis will be a sign of respect to your authority and also a sign of his lack of self-control.  You are to constantly make him aware of the situation.  Rub his face in it!  Point out to him how modern women are civilized, dignified beings, while males are nothing but dogs, slave to their masters - the vagina - that which they can never see but still enslaves them by its mere presence!"

Vanessa nodded in appreciation.

Brooke continued. "Just think of ball busting for example.  As great as today was, imagine how much more pleasurable it will be when you can see his penis flopping around like a punch-drunk boxer after you've finished disciplining it.  Imagine the joy of watching his scrotum go flying from one side of his groin to the other as he grunts and moans in total defeat.  Trust me.  I should know.  It's intensely pleasurable.  You got a small taste of it today.”

Vanessa shook her head in admiration.  She could feel the blood flowing to that region as she thought of humiliating Roger that way.  "Brooke, you're a genius," she said.

"I know.  Now remember.  Once he's naked, you should go out of your way to make him feel exposed and humiliated.  Rape him with your eyes.  Constantly refer to his penis as though it's second nature.  Remember, it's a penis, not a cock.  Real men have cocks.  Roger has a penis.  And he likes to masturbate it.  Quiz him about his masturbation habits.  Make him confess everything to you - his female penis master."

"Incredible," said Vanessa.  A light went off in her head.  “And the whole time, my pussy will be safe and secure, in a comfortable pair of panties, happy as a clam!”

The two burst into laughter.  It was funny because it was true.

"Exactly, girl.  It's all yours for the taking," said Brooke.  "Remember he wants this.  He needs this.  You're fulfilling his deepest fantasies.  A part of him is too stupid to realize that.  But you're in the process of destroying that part of him.  I'm talking about his male ego.  Be vindictive.  Once you get him naked, take a photograph of him doing something stupid, like sticking his finger up his anus while masturbating.  Blackmail him.  It's your ultimate insurance policy."

"What a great idea," said Vanessa.

"Take him well beyond his comfort zone, beyond his limits.  Make him deeply regret what he's gotten himself into.  Destroy him.  Otherwise it's not worth it."

"That's harsh," said Vanessa.  "But I like it."

"I know you like it," chided Brooke good naturedly.  "And you're going to like it more and more because it's your true calling."  She stood and leveled with her friend.  "Vanessa, men have been doing horrible things to women for tens of thousands of years.  The revenge we take upon them must be without mercy.  And just remember the way Roger treated you at the traffic light.  This is a young male sorely in need of correction."

"And I'm just the woman to give it to him," said Vanessa with more conviction than ever.

*********

Roger stiffened the moment he saw Mrs. Cromwell walk in the door.  It was mid afternoon two days after his last visit to her office.  He'd been thinking of nothing but her since their last meeting.  He admitted to hoping he'd get some private time in her office.  What might she have in store for him?  When he saw her approach the front desk, his sexual excitement trumped his fear.  Was this love?

"Hello Kristin," Mrs. Cromwell said. 

Here mere presence excited Roger.  As usual, she was radiant.  Today she wore a black knee high skirt, stockings, black square-toed high heels, and an orange blouse. 

"I need someone to do some heavy lifting in my office.  May I borrow your assistant later this afternoon?" She motioned to Kristin.

"My assistant?" Kristin chuckled.  "Of course, Mrs. Cromwell.  He's all yours." 

"Great, see you at 4:00, Roger."

When she was gone, Kristin turned to Roger.  "What's that all about, <assistant>?"

"I don't know, and I'm not your assistant," Roger said, turning red.

"Yes you are," Kristin challenged.  Then she frowned.  "Looks like Vanessa likes you."

If only she knew, thought Roger.

Roger contemplated the situation.  I wonder what she's going to do to me?  Will she knee my balls again?  It's not like I did anything to tick her off.  Maybe she really does need me to lift some heavy stuff.  After thinking it over, Roger concluded that he shouldn't let his fantasies get out of hand.  Mrs. Cromwell was a wealthy, civilized woman.  He couldn't imagine she'd take things much further than she already had.  This triggered disappointment in Roger, which annoyed him. 

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*********

"You needed me?" Roger entered Mrs. Cromwell's office at 4:00 sharp.  She was busy typing.

"Come stand at attention," Vanessa said, without taking her eyes away from her computer screen. 

For a flickering moment, Roger felt some anger at her high-handedness.  Then he realized how stiff he was and he snapped back to attention.  Good thing he had adjusted himself in his underpants prior to entering her office.  It made his erection much less conspicuous.

After a minute, she turned in her chair and faced him.  "Did you bring your soap?"

Hand trembling, Roger reached into his back pocket and pulled out the soap.  "Good boy!  You can put it back in your pocket.  Hopefully we won't need it today."

Roger sighed.  That was a relief.

Vanessa appraised him up and down.  "How do your balls feel today, Roger?"

Roger couldn't believe this.  She was really going to push it, and he found himself once again quivering with excitement at how she made him feel simply by being in the same room to him, by talking to him so cavalierly.  "They are, um, okay.  They were swollen the other day."

"And why were they swollen?" she raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Because you kneed me."

"That's right.  I kneed you.  And you liked it, right?"

Roger hated how she rubbed it in his face.  But he loved it at the same time.  "Yes."

Vanessa uncrossed her legs.  They looked exquisite lined up next to one another.  "Roger, tell me, did you masturbate your penis when you thought of what I did to you?"

The question nearly knocked Roger over - the way she cavalierly tossed these dirty phrases around.  He was so shocked, he said nothing.

"You're blushing, Roger."  Vanessa spoke slowly.  "It's a simple question.  Did you masturbate your penis when you thought of what I did to you?"  Her sweet voice took extra time to enunciate the word "penis."

Lie to her, Roger thought to himself.  But he couldn't.  He was so overwhelmed with her beauty.  There was something hypnotic about her.  Those legs and the way he could almost see up her skirt to the treasure that was just out of view.  "Yes, ma'am," he found himself saying before he could change his mind.

Vanessa threw back her head and laughed.  "How many times?" she asked.

Roger felt angry at being laughed at.  "I don't know."

"So it must have been several," she said through continued laughter.

Damn it, he'd been outsmarted again.  "I-I guess," he finally admitted.

"Look at you, Roger," Vanessa went into lecture mode.  "I wash your mouth out with soap.  Then I scramble your eggs, and you go home and masturbate several times.  I think it's obvious you enjoy the idea of serving me.  Don't you?"

"I don't know."

"Take down your pants and your underpants," Vanessa said haughtily.  "I want to see what you've been playing with."

Roger's hands moved quickly to unbutton himself.  Apparently it wasn't fast enough for Mrs. Cromwell, who said, "C'mon, don't keep me waiting!"

With great excitement, Roger yanked down his pants and his underpants.  God it felt good when Mrs. Cromwell bossed him around.  The promise of sexual gratification overcame any fears of what she might do to him.  His cock popped out into the open.  It was red and hard, in all of its five-inch glory.

"Gosh, Roger, what a complete PERVERT you are!  I tell you to expose your penis to me and you were just chomping at the bit.  Believe me when I say if the situation were reversed, I would never show you any of my private parts in a million years.  Do you know why?"

"No, ma'am," Roger grunted.

"Because I'm a WOMAN, stupid.  I’m not ruled by my spasmodic sexual desires.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."  Roger felt a flicker of anger at the insult.

"Good."  Vanessa took a ruler off her desk.  She leaned forward and slid one end of the ruler under his balls and pushed upwards.  The action caused Roger's erect penis to point straight at the ceiling.

"I want to make sure you're perfectly clear about what's happening to you, Roger.  Your swollen penis is a sign of submission and respect to me.  That's a good thing.  You should be proud of yourself.  In fact, I want you to thank your penis for showing respect to a woman."

"Thanks," Roger said, his anger rising at what was happening to him.

Before Roger knew what hit him, Vanessa pulled the ruler away and then slapped him hard on the head of his cock.  It stung something awful.  Roger bent forward and instinctively brought his hands to his groin.

"Take your hands away!" Vanessa ordered.  When he complied, she continued.  "Roger, you have NO IDEA what I'm capable of.  Now repeat after me.  'Thank you, penis, for showing respect to Miss Vanessa."

"Thank you, penis, for showing respect to Miss Vanessa."

"Good boy.  Now, Roger.  There's no nice way to put this:  your penis stinks, and so do you.  You are a ripe, unkempt young man.  Since you're going to be spending a great deal of time naked in my presence, we need to correct this right away.  So you need to drag your stinky ass into my bathroom, get in the shower, and clean every orifice in your body harder than you ever had before.  Especially your penis and asshole.  When you are done, there's a scissors on the toilet.  You are to trim the disgusting nest around your penis and balls.  So I can see your privates without having to squint my eyes and look at that disgusting nest.  Are we clear?"

Roger's anger was reaching a boiling point.  He was close to grabbing his clothing and running for it.  But he couldn't bring himself to break away. 

As though she could read his mind, Vanessa took the ruler and began caressing the underside of Roger's cock.  Her words chilled him to the bone.  "Roger, we both know the effect I have on your penis.  I own it and soon enough I'll own you.  We both know this.  Now go clean up your dirty ass and stand in front of me in your birthday suit.  Run along now." 

Vanessa turned and placed the ruler on the desk.  As Roger ran off to the shower, she squeezed her thighs together.  This was even better than she could have imagined.  She could see the way her words penetrated his soul.  She pressed a button on her computer.  A video camera positioned above the shower performed its magic on her computer screen.  A smile came over her face as she watched Roger scrub his penis, balls and anus with tremendous urgency.  Her victory over Roger would be totally comprehensive.  His defeat would be a humiliation unlike any other.

When Roger came out of the bathroom, his horniness had reached new heights.  The act of scrubbing himself and trimming his pubes had driven him wild.  Now as he stood back in the presence of Vanessa and her perfume assaulted his senses he thought he might explode without even touching himself.

Vanessa made Roger stand right in front of her.  She leaned forward in the chair and studied Roger.  Recently, to pass the time, she had read a few books on human, specifically male body English.  Roger was displaying all the signs of deep submission.  It was the perfect time to teach him his most humiliating lesson yet.

"Look at your penis, Roger.  Does it normally get that hard?"

"Sometimes," he gasped.  Each time she said that word, <penis>, it made him crazy with desire.  It made him aware of the situation he found himself in, naked, exposed, and horny.  Far off in the recesses of him mind, his male ego was issuing an alarm, but the alarm was being overridden by her commanding, bitchy, feminine voice.

Vanessa chuckled.  "Who made your penis get that hard, Roger?"

"Y-you did," he stammered.

"Bend forward, Roger, hips back, face right here," she motioned.  Then she took Roger gently by the chin and deep into his eyes.  "That's right.  I made you this way and don't your forget it."  Vanessa took a tiny digital camera off her desk.  "I'll bet you're just dying to touch your penis for me, aren't you, Roger?"

"Yes ma'am," Roger panted just like a dog.

Vanessa positioned the camera in her small hands.  "I think we should capture the moment for posterity’s sake.  Your first time shaming yourself for my amusement.  Don't you think?"  She smiled.

Roger felt an alarm go off in his head.  If she has photographs, she could use them against me.  Unfortunately, Vanessa's timing was perfect.  Every phase of her plan was orchestrated to perfection.  She knew his desire would once again get the better of him.  Roger knew none of this, of course.  He only knew that the shower had made him horny and he was dying for release.  The fact that she would be wearing all her clothes made the whole thing even more exciting.  She was so fucking sexy.  Roger couldn't take his eyes of her perfect flat stomach, her slender legs, fingers and neck, and then the perfect little mound in the center of her body.  He felt himself weaken even further.

She turned on the camera.  "Shove your middle finger deep into your anus for me, Roger," she said.  When Roger hesitated, she added, "Do it now, jerkoff.   Deeper.  All the way in.”

Roger felt himself hesitate, then when she verbally humiliated him, it caused him to fall deeper into submission.  He plunged his middle finger deep into his ass and sighed with pleasure.

"Good boy.  See how good it feels to humiliate yourself for me? Now, Roger make a ring with your thumb and forefinger.  Good boy.  Now, slide your penis in between the ring finger, and fuck your hand and your ass at the same time!"  Vanessa howled with laughter, pleased with her improvisational verbal skills. 

“C'mon, fuck yourself harder, Roger.  That's it.  Pump those hips.  Rotate your body in a circle so I can get some nice incriminating photos."

That word incriminating alarmed Roger, but he was too lost in his own masturbatory excitement to care.  As though she could read his mind - he was beginning to think she really could - Vanessa said, "That's right, jackass.  I said incriminating.  And tell me when you are close to cumming."  She took several more photographs. 

Roger couldn't believe he was in this position.  But he couldn't stop.  He knew things had gone completely out of his control, but he was totally consumed by the moment, and his hunger.  He began to feel an earth-shattering orgasm well up in his loins.  "I- I'm gonna cum," he panted. 

Vanessa suddenly rose to her feet and stepped in front of him.  "I did NOT give you permission to cum."  Roger watched, totally helpless as she lifted her knee and flicked her lower leg up between his thighs.  Thwunk!  Her high-heeled pump crashed into his nuts at the same time his orgasm built to a crescendo.  Pain and incredible pleasure all at once!  Roger sprawled on the floor next to Vanessa's feet, his hand still pumping furiously, mechanically, his penis contracting in an intense orgasm, semen spurting uncontrollably out of his swollen nuts. 

Brooke was right.  The intense satisfaction Vanessa felt when she kicked Roger in his naked balls was like nothing she'd ever experienced.  The visual of his balls going flying was spectacular.

Roger convulsed on the floor, Vanessa kneeled above him.  She grabbed him by the hair.  "You're going to clean your fucking mess off my carpet, jackass."  Gone was the kind, hypnotic voice.  In it's place was the voice of a raging bitch.  She made him fetch some towels in the kitchen and wipe down her carpet while she stood above him and belittled him.  "You clearly have no self control.  Next time you spill your male filth in my office, I swear I’m going to make you eat it," she said.  "Are we clear?"

Roger couldn't believe his predicament.  In his post orgasmic haze, his male ego rose up.  It wanted to get dressed and leave.  Roger thought of what she'd just done to him - Again - this time so much worse than the previous times.  He was thinking, run dude!  But what would Mrs. Cromwell do with those photographs if he ran?  Roger eyed her legs and high heels.  Such beautiful feminine objects.  I'm not going anywhere, he conceded.

When Roger finished cleaning his mess, Vanessa ordered him to lie on his belly and wriggle his way like a worm until he was under her desk.  By the time Roger got there, the friction from the floor had made him hard again.  She made him turn sideways so she had visual access to his penis.  She laughed when she saw it.  "Erect again, Roger.  Really!  I've noticed your penis seems to have a particularly strong reaction to my high heels.  Is that true, Roger?" 

"Yes, ma’am."

"I thought so.  Clean them with your tongue then," Vanessa said as she began typing on her computer.   She put her left shoe down and stuck her right foot in his face.  "I want you to pay extra attention to this one, since it took the time to kick your balls.  In fact, I think you should thank it.  Say ‘Thank you Ms. High Heel for teaching me a painful lesson.  I needed it.’”

“Thank you, Ms. High Heel for teaching me a painful lesson.  I needed it.”

“My pleasure, now eat me.”

Roger stuck his tongue out and licked.  There was something incredibly feminine and sensual about Mrs. Cromwell's high heels and her sleek legs.  For the first time Roger began to think that Mrs. Cromwell truly was his superior.  His cock throbbed and he put his entire soul into worshipping her high heels.  After a few minutes when she was typing, she looked down to check on him.  Because she had insisted he lie sideways, she could see it all.  "Nice to see your penis showing my feet their proper respect.  I think I’ve found myself a new lapdog," she laughed.

After a few minutes, Vanessa ordered him to his feet.  There, she made him stand next to her and look at the computer screen.  She showed him several digital photographs of his masturbation routine.  "If that’s not the picture of a compulsive jerk-off, then I don’t know what is," she said, again taking that nasty tone with him.  "You should know that I've mailed these photographs to a lady friend of mine.  Should you fail to obey me at any point, you can rest assured I'll use these photographs to destroy you.  Understand?"

Upon hearing Roger's obedient confirmation, Vanessa stood.  "I have a doubles match to attend.  While I'm gone I need you to serve as my coat stand."  She positioned him in the corner of the room and removed her fur coat from the closet.  There was no need for the coat since it was mid summer, but Vanessa had another point to make.  She handed him the jacket, which was fairly heavy and probably cost a substantial amount of money.  "Hold it away from your body and make absolutely certain it doesn't come into contact with your penis.  I'm going to change now in the privacy of my bathroom." 

Roger took the coat.  He stood there while Vanessa went into the bathroom to put on her tennis clothing.  She came out wearing a white outfit with white Keds.  "Spread your legs," she said.

"Let me make this abundantly clear, Roger.  You exist only for me now," she said, pointing her finger at Roger's face.  "I know this is what you wanted all along.  Now, I expect nothing less than your complete submission and utter devotion to me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Call me master.”

Roger was amazed at his own words.  “Yes, master.”

"You have a long way to go, Roger.  Your training has only just begun.  By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to learn that you exist to serve all womankind." 

With that, Vanessa slid her tennis racket between his legs and flicked her wrist.  She felt the pleasure surge through her as his already-swollen penis and balls recoiled from her assault.   Roger bent over and groaned in agony.  To his credit he kept her coat from touching the ground.  "See you in 90 minutes," she said.  "If you do a good job holding my coat, I'll kick your balls for you when I come back.”

Vanessa played great tennis that night.  She had a hard time keeping a smile off her face when she thought of what she'd done to Roger.  You don't fuck with me, she thought to herself.  The guy thought he could push me around at a traffic light and look at him now, cleaning my shoes with his tongue, serving as my naked coat hanger for no reason other than that I want him to.  Brooke was right.  There was nothing quite as satisfying as dominating and sexually humiliating young men.  Penises and scrotums were just built for female discipline.  It was all so perfect.  The simple act of witnessing the look on Roger face as she throttled his penis and balls was so satisfying.

The tennis just flowed out of Vanessa that night.  Vanessa pranced around the court like she owned it (which she did), making difficult shots look routine.  Her doubles partners wondered what had gotten into her and she said she'd been practicing.  The truth was, she wasn't over-thinking her shots, since her mind was focused on what she'd just done to Roger and what remained to be done.  Oh the fun she would have, guiding him through humiliations his feeble male mind would not be able to comprehend until the reality was upon him.

END CHAPTER THREE – more to come