Rhode Rage

Chapter Five – Remote Control

Vanessa and Brooke lay on their backs, covered head-to-toe in expensive mud.  Both ladies' eyes were blocked from the sunlight by sliced cucumbers.  

"I am so proud of you, Vanessa.  What you've done, given your lack of experience, is truly remarkable."

"Thank you, Brooke.  You were my inspiration."

Every few months, Vanessa and Brooke liked to spend a week at this exclusive spa upstate.  It was well worth it and it wasn't as though either lady had any concerns about their bank accounts.  This afternoon, they were receiving their mud baths.  The mud was part of the reason they looked physically as if they were in their early 30s.  Both women loved the feeling of the luxurious mud as it held their bodies in place and crept into every pore of their skin.

As they lay there in comfort, Vanessa proudly told Brooke about her exploits with Roger.  She shared every erotic detail with Brooke, who soon became moist between her thighs as Vanessa regaled her with the wonderful story of how she had taken the unruly young male in hand.  It made Brooke long for the days when she was more active in the femdom movement.  Nowadays things were so stagnant at home.  Her husband Michael was a brainwashed, chastised, sissy.  He wore pink petticoats and spent his time as a homemaker.  After relieving him of a massive inheritance years ago, Brooke gave Michael a small allowance for good behavior, which he spent exclusively on makeup and panties, usually purchased during humiliating shopping trips with Brooke.  Michael slept on the floor next to Brooke's bed.  He was an expert pussy-licker, who normally was allowed to eat Brooke's pussy only after she had been properly made love to by a real man.  Brooke was proud of the fact that she'd taken a formerly ego-driven, sports-crazed masculine male and turned him into her brainwashed, sissy bitch.  At the same time Brooke was thirsty for a challenge.  She couldn't help but feel jealous as Vanessa discussed the training of young Roger.

"I have to tell you, V," began Brooke.  "It's absolutely remarkable the way you took care of this young male.  I'm overjoyed for you.  It was especially brilliant the way you used Roger's arch nemesis against him.  That must have been a particularly painful and humiliating afternoon for him.”

Vanessa smiled as she contemplated what she'd accomplished.  "It's been an intensely pleasurable experience.  And it's especially pleasing to see the way Kristin stepped in.  That young woman has a world of potential.  She really lit Roger’s ass on fire – it was such a deeply satisfying moment for both of us.”

"It's always been one of my favorite things to do to a male," said Brooke.  "I never told you this story, but when I was a senior in high school, I had a friend named Jill.  Jill was this tiny little blonde girl.  She was so cool, so bitchy.  She always had older boyfriends.  I'm talking much older, like in their mid 20s.  There were all these rumors that Jill got these boys to do whatever she wanted them to do.  Once, we were drunk at a party and Jill told us that men paid her to humiliate them.  Nobody believed her.  So, anyway, a week later – this was in the middle of senior year - she invited me and four other girls to go shopping with her and her new boyfriend.  She said she had something to show us.  Well it soon became obvious on the shopping trip that Jill's boyfriend did whatever Jill told him to do.  She made him buy us all high heels.  We loved it!  Anyway, Jill made the guy drive us back to the apartment and she ordered him to strip naked while we all sat around his living room drinking his beer.  She made him crawl around the floor and beg to jerk his little stiffie.  It was electrifying!  We were all psyched.  Then - you guessed it - Jill made him toss his legs over his head and rub out a dirty load all over his face.  Well, as I'm sure you can imagine, this pent-up ass clown shot globs of “nut-junk” all over his face and into his open mouth.  Then, while his legs were still over his head and he was in post orgasmic bliss, Jill kicked his dangling ball sack with her new high heels that he’d just bought her.  Well, of course he and his balls went sprawling.  We were awestruck."

"What a great story," said Vanessa.  "She must have been something special to do that at such a young age."

"Jill was amazing," conceded Brooke.  "She was my introduction to this wonderful lifestyle."

Vanessa took a deep breath.  Since the divorce, she felt more relaxed and happy than ever before in her life.  "Can I share something sort of dirty with you, Brooke?"

"Absolutely!"

"Whenever we discuss female domination, I feel it in my vagina.  I swear it begins to throb.  It feels so good!"  She sighed.

"Good," said Brooke.  "You're finally living the guilt free life.  Women have been taught to be cautious or even ashamed about their sexuality, while males like Roger have been taught all these macho, idiotic lessons.  Now, the tables have been turned.  Women are the ones who deserve exquisite sexual pleasure while men need to be shamed.  It's really quite simple: As women, we're able to control our own bodies and thus have a right to unbridled sexual pleasure.  Men, on the other hand, are unable to control anything.  They have base urges that women can easily harness.”

"So true," said Vanessa.  "You know, Brooke, though I’ve defeated Roger soundly, I think he still has a few remaining vestiges of arrogance that need to be destroyed.  Call it a women's intuition.  I feel a deep need - a responsibility - to eliminate every last cell, every last atom of male pride."

Brooke was impressed with her friend's tenacity.  "I'm sure he still has a few atoms of pride left.  And I'm quite sure you'll find them and eliminate them.  You're a late bloomer, Vanessa, but you are an authentic dominant, male-conquering goddess."

"Fucking right I am," said Vanessa.  "Brooke, I don't know exactly where it comes from, but I want to make a total example of Roger.  I want to take it to the max."

Brooke sighed.  Something about the way Vanessa was talking was making her hot.  Suddenly she knew a way to involve herself in Roger's defeat.  "I know exactly what you need to make your goal a reality." 

"Pray tell."

"We're going to take complete control of Roger's penis with a special male chastity belt."

"Oh?" Vanessa perked up. "I was going to ask you what you thought about locking up his genitals."

"I think it's an absolute must," said Brooke.  "Tell me, what do you think Roger is doing whenever he has time alone."

"Why, I imagine he's furiously jacking his little joystick every chance he gets."

"Exactly," said Brooke.  "The spasmodic boner massage!"

Both women shared a good laugh before Brooke continued.  "We were just talking about this.  Men can't possibly control their sexual urges.  They are slaves to their penises.  Therefore, it's absolutely imperative that we take ownership of their penises and ownership of their orgasms.  If you think Roger is obedient now, just wait until he needs to depend on you and other women for the right to have an orgasm.  His respect toward women will increase 1000-fold!  He'll fawn over you.  Talk about being brainwashed.  He'll be more obedient than a seeing eye dog."

"I love it!" said Vanessa, feeling her crotch begin to throb again. 

"You would not believe the technology available to women in the field of male chastity devices.  The amount of control they provide is remarkable.  Once you lock him up, you'll be able to control him with the push of a button."

"Fantastic!"

"You have no idea how great it is," said Brooke.  "He'll be more responsive than a remote control toy.  He will quite literally be your puppet.  The device I have in mind enables the female key holder to deliver a painful electric shock to the male's penis, his balls, or both at the same time.  It also has a special pleasure setting that causes the cage to vibrate gently.  The male feels an intense moment of pleasure followed by pain as his penis attempts to expand in the sheath but is immediately rebuffed by the hard prison walls.  It's Total.  Female.  Supremacy."

Vanessa laughed loudly.  This was too good to be true.  "I can't wait to tease Roger this way.  He's going to learn that denial is more than a river in Egypt.  I’m going to tuck his penis and balls away in the little side pocket of my purse.”

*****

Roger couldn't believe how much things had changed for him in a few short weeks.  Ever since he'd flipped off Vanessa Cromwell, his life had turned upside down.  Mrs. Cromwell had asserted control over him and subjected him to unimaginable humiliations, the worst of which was when his nemesis got to witness and participate in his downfall.  Thinking back on it, he wasn't sure exactly what had happened.  He felt outsmarted by Mrs. Cromwell and Kristin.  The crazy thing was that he was hard almost all the time!  A big part of him enjoyed being dominated, and enjoyed the feeling of being exposed in front of women.  Even though he still didn't like Kristin, he'd developed a whole new respect for her since she'd taken him over her knee.  Fear was a powerful motivator.  He now referred to her as “boss” at all times and he did as she instructed without back talk.  He missed Mrs. Cromwell, who had been at a spa all of last week, but she was supposedly back today.

In the meantime, he found himself getting erections when Kristin bossed him around.  Thankfully she hadn't noticed.  Each day when he got home from work, he masturbated several times.  Most of the time he thought of Mrs. Cromwell's body, especially that beautiful pubic mound.  But once he even fantasized about Kristin spanking him.  This angered him because he couldn't deny what it meant – he enjoyed the idea of being exposed and humiliated by women. 

It was casual Friday at the club and Kristin wore a peach blouse, and a hip-hugging pair of designer jeans.  Her ass, her ample thighs, and her thick upper pussy area filled the jeans admirably. Adding power to Kristin's outfit was a large leather belt, the center of which featured a commanding oval, brass belt buckle that sat proudly just above Kristin's impressive cunt.  Roger would arrive late that morning after his dentist appointment.  Before his arrival, Brooke walked in and introduced herself to Kristin.  After exchanging pleasantries, Brooke announced she was well aware of what was going on with Vanessa, Kristin and Roger.  

“Vanessa tells me you were very impressive in putting Roger in his rightful place with a hair brush.  How you’d like to take it one step further?”

Kristin was delighted when she heard the plan for Roger.  “I’ll bring him right in,” she said upon learning that Maya was in on the plan and would be covering the front desk. 

"I'll see you in a few minutes,” Brooke said.  “By the way, you look totally dominant, just like a man-eater should.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh please, call me Brooke, dear.”

Roger arrived a few minutes later, and Kristin promptly escorted him to Vanessa’s office.  “Wait until you see what we have in store for you,” she said coldly.

When they arrived at Vanessa's door, Kristin practically yanked Roger into the office by his ear.  Brooke sat comfortably on the couch, and Vanessa came striding around her desk with purpose.  She wore a similar outfit to Kristin.  Roger gawked at Mrs. Cromwell's midsection.  Her jeans fit her extremely well.

"Thanks for bringing him in here, Kristin," Mrs. Cromwell said.  "So, let's have a report on his behavior."

"Actually," Kristin said.  "He was a very obedient little boy for most of the week, with one exception."

"Oh do tell," said Vanessa.

"Roger did what I told him to do without any backtalk," said Kristin.  "The problem was that I caught him sneaking glances at my backside from time to time.  Judging from the lump in his crotch, he sprung several erections and – get this - the pervert thought I didn't notice."

All three women laughed.  "I'm not surprised," said Vanessa.  "He doesn't have a healthy respect for the powers of feminine observation.  That's something we need to change.  Tell me, Roger.  Did you have a few dates with Rosie Palm this past week?"

Roger was so embarrassed he pointed his head to the floor and said nothing.  Suddenly he felt another jolt in the side of his head as Kristin smacked him.  "Answer your female superior, jerkoff!"

Jolted by the smack, Roger yelled, "Damn it!" 

Before Roger could complete his response, Vanessa took her hand back and gave him a crisp slap on his face.  "What did I tell you about the use of profanity in the presence of females?"

"It's not allowed-" Roger managed to blurt out.

"You say it," Vanessa said, "but I'm not convinced that you mean it - yet."  She turned to Kristin.  "Kristin, would you do us a huge favor and thoroughly wash out this young man's big mouth with soap?"

"I would love to," said Kristin.

"Good.  Make sure you get way back in his throat.  We'll leave the bathroom door open so we can hear everything."

Kristin marched Roger into the bathroom by his ear.  Roger's face was already red from being slapped around, but that was merely a prelude of what was to come.  Kristin stood him in front of the sink.  Then, in no-nonsense fashion, she grabbed the bar of soap and shoved it almost down his throat.  She made him bite down in it when it was deep inside.  "Eat it!" she said.  She continued to hold his ear and pointed to the mirror.  "Look at what happens to you when you don't show proper respect for females!" 

Things had happened so fast!  These women asserted themselves before Roger could react.  He felt overwhelmed and hapless.  As the tart bitterness of the soap hit him, tears flooded down his cheeks.  His gag reflex promptly kicked in and he spit the soap onto the floor. 

Still holding his ear, Kristin slapped him rapidly in the face five consecutive times.  "Pick up the fucking soap, loser!"  She pointed to the floor. 

In the other room, Vanessa and Brooke both took great delight at the sounds coming from the bathroom. 

"I'm sorry!" Roger pleaded, as he struggled to clear his head from Kristin’s hard slaps.

"Oh you're going to be sorry all right, LOSER," said Kristin.  She shoved the soap back in his mouth.  "You had better not spit it out again, or I'll absolutely blister your ass for you.  Understand?"

"Mmmph," Roger mumbled, nodding his head vigorously in compliance.

When Kristin was convinced he'd had enough, she dragged him back into the room by his ear. 

"That sounded thorough, Kristin.  Well done," said Vanessa.

Kristin gave Roger an open-handed slap on his temporarily clothed bottom.  "Dipshit, what on earth are you doing with your clothing on?  Get naked this instant!"

Vanessa joined Brooke on the couch as Roger hurried to obey.  There, they watched the delightful scene of the young woman (Kristin) overseeing the removal of the young man’s (Roger’s) clothing.  When he was naked, Kristin took his arm and guided him over the couch in front of the other women.  She then joined the women on the couch.

Vanessa spoke with a sense of purpose.  "Remember when I said we had ways of checking to see how often you spanked your monkey, Roger?  Brooke, would you like to do the honors?"

"I'd love to," said Brooke.  "Present your balls to me, young man.  And move your penis out of the way, for crying out loud.”

Roger rushed to comply with the dominant woman.  He could tell this one meant business, like they all did, and that she wouldn’t hesitate to thrash him if he was not the picture of obedience. 

Brooke reached out and grasped his balls with her long fingernails.  She juggled them in her hand as the other women watched intently.  "They seem awfully loose to me," said Brooke with mock disgust.  "Care to explain why that might be?"  She suddenly took firm hold of his balls, wrapping her pointer finger around the base and pulling them away from his body like a pair of grapes.  Gosh it felt good for Brooke to handle an unwieldy young male this way.  It had been a while.  She could sense his fear and respect.

Roger was not about to lie.  The females could read his every move.  His only recourse was to tell the total truth.  He’d been doing a tremendous amount of masturbating.  As he confessed his sins, he felt his heart rate increase.  A tingling took over his loins as the reality of his situation hit him – a woman he didn’t even know had him by his balls.  Women were his masters.  The notion was once so incomprehensible, so unbelievable, and in an odd way it felt really good to be sexually humiliated!  He tried to push the thought out of his head, to no avail.  A sense of dread mixed in with the excitement as he felt his penis begin to rise.  He knew they would notice and use the undeniable evidence to humiliate him even more.  How did he allow this to happen?

A crescendo of female laughter filled the room in response to Roger's humiliating admission.  Roger felt the dizziness that often hit him these past few weeks when he was overcome with particularly intense female-inflicted humiliation.  This excited him further.  It was a vicious cycle.

"Look!" said Kristin.  "He’s becoming erect."

"That proves it," said Vanessa.  "He loves being humiliated.  You see that, Roger?  The penis never lies.”  Vanessa made him admit that he loved being exposed and humiliated by women.  To this admission, the women reacted with mock disgust and reminded him this fact made him a pervert.

Vanessa turned to the other women.  "Ladies, I think we need to put a stop to this sort of perverted behavior once and for all.  Don't you?"

"Absolutely," chimed in Brooke and Kristin simultaneously.

Vanessa spoke:  "Roger, I've decided that it's in your best interests for you to yield full control of your penis to those who know best: Women.”

Roger gasped in astonishment as he contemplated what this meant.  Confirming his fears, Vanessa reached into her purse and pulled out a medieval looking contraption.  It appeared to be a harness of sorts.

"This," began Vanessa, "is a special male chastity device.  Do you know what male chastity is?"

The only naked person in the room shook his head, though deep inside Roger had an inkling where this was going. 

Vanessa turned to Kristin.  "Perhaps a woman from your generation can explain it to you.  Kristin, care to take over?"

"Certainly.”  Kristin leveled her eyes on Roger and spoke to him like a mother grounding a 16-year-old son.  “Roger, it's obvious that you’re unable to control your masturbatory urges.  I'll cut right to the chase.  We’ve decided the best solution is to lock your penis away in this chastity belt, effective immediately." 

Both Vanessa and Brooke felt proud to see the next generation of female assert herself with such confidence.  Kristin proceeded to deliver the hard truth of Roger's pending confinement.  She stared deep into Roger's pupils, which had contracted in fear.  "Roger, this belt will not only prevent you from masturbating your penis.  It will also totally prevent you from achieving an erection.  As you inevitably become aroused by the women around you and your penis attempts to expand, this penis sheath [she held a one-inch plastic sheath in front of Roger] will stop you cold.  It will be quite painful at first, but you'll get used to it.  Anyway, it’s not like you have a choice," she snickered, as did the older women.

"Nooooooooo!" Roger said, in a sudden outburst.  He put his head in his hands and began wailing. 

Brooke squeezed down on his balls, which caused Roger to bend forward and groan in pain.  "Behave, young man!" she said.  "Your superior is not finished addressing you.  Look back in Miss Kristin’s eyes.”  Brook shook her hand, which caused Roger’s penis to jiggle back and forth while gaining his total attention.

"That's right, Roger," continued Kristin with a tone of vindication in her voice.  "Your orgasms will now be totally under the control of women.  I will hold a key to your penis sheath and so will Vanessa.  She will decide if and when you are to be unlocked, and I will provide regular reports on your behavior.  Welcome to your new life."

Roger shook with rage and indignation.  He wanted to run out the door, but Brooke held him firm.  He felt the walls closing in on him. 

As though she could read his mind, Vanessa said, "Don't try anything foolish, Roger.  You know I have those incriminating photographs and the video of you.  It's over, Roger.  Oh, look - your penis is going limp.  How convenient."

Vanessa reached down between Roger's legs and grasped the head of Roger's penis between her thumb and forefinger.  Then, with great dexterity, she stuffed his penis inside the sheath.  The sheath was a one inch O-ring made of hard plastic.  It was narrow enough to fit a flaccid male organ but too narrow to accommodate an erect one.  At the base of the sheath was an elastic black band and inside the black band was some kind of wiring.  Before Roger could react, Vanessa slid the black band firmly around the base of Roger's balls.  When she released it, it snapped into place, causing Roger to grunt as the elastic smacked the base of his scrotum.  A key was attached to the belt at the area where Roger's testicles met the underside of his penis.  Vanessa turned the key and removed it.

"Presto!" said a delighted Kristin.

Roger immediately felt a pain in his groin as his penis reacted too slowly to Vanessa's fondling.  He put his hands to his groin and said, "Oh no!  Oh no!  Oh NO!"

"Oh yes, Roger!"  Vanessa dangled the key, which was attached to a small key-ring, on her pinky finger.  "We own your penis now.  Of course you know this means we own YOU."

Brooke and Vanessa laughed.  "Vanessa dear," said Brooke, "Can I share with him some of the features of his new chastity belt?"

"Please do."

"Very well.  Roger, your genitals are now locked in the TMCD9000.  It was designed by a very innovative Canadian woman.  In case you were wondering, TMCD stands for 'Total Male Control Device.'  It's the best male dominating device known to womankind.  When in use, it gives the modern woman unprecedented control, not only over a male's penis, but over all aspects of his behavior.  Let me demonstrate.  Roger, stick your crotch out so I don't have to reach for your penis."

Roger felt a crisp slap on his ass.  It was Kristin.  "Do what she says."

"Yes, ma’am," Roger felt himself say without even thinking.  He thrust forward so his groin was convenient to where Brooke sat.

"Thank you, Kristin," nodded Brooke.  The buxom 40-something-year-old blonde took Roger's balls in one hand and his penis sheath in the other.  "Look me in the eyes while I explain how our male control device works, Roger.  Good.  Now, you see, this device has a number of incredibly convenient features.  For one, it's made of special indestructible plastic.  There's no way for you to remove it.  Also, because the penis sheath only wraps around the base of your shaft, it provides a woman easy access to the rest of your sensitive little dick.  We used photographs of your penis to get a proper measurement.  Unlike other chastity devices, the sheath prevents expansion by restricting the girth of the penis, rather than the length.  That way, a woman has the ability to tease the ultra-sensitive underside of your penis.  This should be intensely frustrating for you, and extremely satisfying for any woman who wants to remind you of her superiority over you.  Let me demonstrate."

Brooke took a bottle of lube from her purse and put just a drop on the ball of her thumb.  Then she grasped the head of Roger's penis and began stroking the area just beneath the head with her wide thumb.  She rubbed in a circular motion.

Roger’s eyes glazed over and he began groaning with intense pleasure.  This was followed by excruciating pain as his penis began expanding and was immediately restrained by the sheath.  His penis remained limp, but the head still filled with blood.  It turned deep purple.  Brooke then made a ring around the middle of Roger’s penis with her thumb and forefinger.  With her other hand, she began twiddling Roger’s penis head back and forth.  "Oh no!  Oh my god!  Oh no!" Roger began moaning as his penis desperately tried to expand and was prevented from doing so by the O-ring.

Vanessa and Kristin fell into hysterics.  "That's awesome," said Kristin.  "Look at how frustrated you’re making him."

"Exactly," said Brooke, removing her hands and studying Roger's suffering with great fascination.  "It's the ultimate behavior modification device.  We're talking about total female domination." 

"Fabulous!" squealed Vanessa, not hiding her delight.

"Indeed," agreed Brooke.  "The other great thing about the design is that it leaves the scrotum completely available to the woman for punishment."  Brooke grabbed Roger by his penis sheath and yanked upwards, exposing his balls for the world to see.  "Vanessa, would you like to demonstrate."

"Gladly."  Before Roger could react, Vanessa jutted her feet between Roger’s legs and flicked her foot upward until her high heel crashed into his balls.  Since Roger was being obedient, Vanessa only intended to jolt him a bit, but the kick was delivered with more force than she intended.  Thwock!  The familiar sound of female footwear colliding with male scrotum echoed through the office.  Roger screeched before doubling over in pain.  "Thank you," he muttered, as he struggled to remain on his feet.

Kristin was in hysterics.  "I love the sound of a good ball kicking.  Did you hear the noise he made?"

"I know, right?" mused Vanessa.

"Vanessa dear, do you have the remote?"

Vanessa reached into her purse and handed Brooke what appeared to be a small hand-held remote control device.  Brooke waived it away.  "Vanessa, it's only fair that you have the honors.  I'll do the explaining."  She turned to Roger:  “kneel.”

In less than a second, Roger was on his knees.

"Roger, the male chastity device provides the woman key holder with a remote control for ease of use.  The remote easily fits in a woman's purse, or even in her pocket if she so desires.  There are several buttons that deliver a variety of, shall we say, stimulation to your penis and balls.  First, and most importantly, the severe punishment button.  I apologize in advance for us having to do this, since you’ve been showing signs that your training has been paying off, but it’s necessary for us to demonstrate.  Go ahead Vanessa."

Vanessa pressed the penis punishment button and Roger immediately felt a severe jolt in the base of penis and balls.  It felt as though someone had taken a cattle prod to his not-so-privates.  His entire body went rigid and he fell to the carpet.  Feminine laughter reigned down upon him.  Roger felt fear and respect course through his veins.  He would do ANYTHING to avoid that type of pain again.  It hurt as bad, if not worse than the hardest kick in the balls he'd ever taken from Vanessa.

Once he regained his composure, he found himself kneeling again.  This time, Brooke insisted that he put his hands forward, palms down, in an extra obedient position.

Roger’s reaction was lightning quick and he added a “Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

“See that?” Brooke said.  “Total male submission to the superior gender.”

“Impressive,” said Vanessa.

"Now," Brooke explained, "The severe punishment button should only be used in extreme circumstances of misbehavior, or obvious signs of disrespect.  Most of the time, I recommend the regular punishment button.  Go ahead, Vanessa."

Vanessa pressed another button.  This time, Roger felt a jolt of pain that caused him to groan and put his hands to his groin.  But he was able to keep his feet.  Vanessa gave Roger a dirty look.  "What do you say?  Or should I hit the severe punishment button again?"

"Thank you, master."

“He forgets things too easily,” said Vanessa in her bitchiest tone.  “This boy still has much to learn.”

"Agreed," said Brooke.  " I recommend Kristin use that often when she's bossing Roger around.  It's more than enough to keep him in line.  Isn't that right, Roger?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's right.  Now finally we have the pleasure button.  This one you'll want to hold down."

Vanessa pressed a third button and Roger felt a steady vibrating in his penis.  This was again followed by pain as his penis tried and failed to expand.  His face became red, and the women laughed hysterically at his reaction. 

"It's not really pleasurable, I suppose," said Brooke.  "It's an easy way to deliver frustration to your male without having to disrobe or touch his dirty genitals with your expensive shoes, or, god forbid, your hands."

Laughter filled the room.  So much laughter, that suddenly Roger felt a surge of anger that he failed to adequately control.  He glanced down at the carpet and shook his head as if to say, "This is bullshit."  He didn't think anyone noticed.

"Did you ladies just catch that?" said Vanessa.

"I saw it," said Kristin.  "He was shaking his head at his predicament.  Hit him with the severe punishment button!"

"No, I have a better idea," said Vanessa evenly.  "This disrespectful young man is LONG overdue for an over-the-knee spanking."

The women spent the next 15 minutes passing Roger and the hairbrush around until he was reduced to deep sobs and every square inch of his ass and upper thighs were properly blistered.  When it was over, Vanessa pointed to Roger’s penis as he danced in agony.  “That’s wonderful how the chastity device doesn’t prevent us from having full viewing access to his silly penis.  The woman who invented this device thought of everything.” 

The other ladies agreed.

After being made to profusely thank each lady for his lesson in feminine respect, Roger was then made to recite a pledge that had been prepared by Brooke.  She made her husband recite the pledge first thing in the morning and last thing before bedtime.  Roger now had to utter the humiliating words:

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

"Wonderful," said Vanessa.  "Before the next time we see you, you're to memorize that pledge by heart.  Do you understand."

"Yes, master," Roger wailed.

"Good.  When you see Kristin each morning, you're to greet her with that pledge.  If you slip up, you'll be back in my office tomorrow for another bare-assed spanking."

Now that every cell of Roger's being had been so thoroughly defeated by women (He couldn't get over that fact), Roger thought he would finally be dismissed.  Instead, Vanessa had one more humiliation in store for him.  She removed a small digital device from her desk drawer.

"Wait, Roger, before you put your clothing back on, there's one more thing you need to do for us ladies.  This will be a regular part of our regime."

A still-sobbing Roger was made to stand in front of the ladies.  Vanessa removed a vase from a tall, narrow table and ordered Roger to place the table in front of the couch.  She then joined Brooke and Kristin on the couch.  "Let me explain, Roger.  This is a digital scale.  It will be used to keep track of the weight of your scrotum.  Now, be a good boy and stand on your tippie toes.  That's it.  Now place your ball sack on the scale.  Stay on your toes, and hold your penis aside, so we only capture the weight of your scrotum."

Roger was made to shift around until Vanessa was satisfied with the position of his balls on the scale.  He felt so exposed!  Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the humiliation burned through him.

Vanessa stood next to him, coolly assessing the situation.  She pushed his hand aside and took hold of him by his penis sheath, the swollen but limp head of his penis drooping forward, until she was satisfied with his positioning.  "Perfect!" she said, her face glowing with pleasure.  The other women looked on with animated expressions.  "Two ounces and seven grams.  Too much masturbating, Roger!" Vanessa chastised him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am.  It won't happen again," Roger said, with genuine fear.

Vanessa shook his penis back and forth just because she felt like it.  "I know it won't happen again, stupid!  I've made quite sure of that, haven't I?" 

Kristin and Brooke laughed. 

"Each day, at the end of the day, you will come in here and I will weigh your balls for you.  I expect a substantial increase in weight, as the semen builds in your frustrated scrotum," Vanessa said proudly.  "Now put your clothing on and get out of my office!" 

End Chapter Five.  Chapter Six coming soon!