 |
|||
|
|
Chapter Six – Kristin’s Friend Svetlana
"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."
Roger had spent much of the previous evening trying to memorize the words. He was driven by fear as much as anything else. The thought of having his tender buttocks subjected to another painful episode with a wooden hairbrush held by the hand of a completely merciless woman was more than enough of a motivator. His memorization efforts had a painful side effect. Oddly enough, he found the words to be erotic in such a way that it caused his imprisoned penis to fill with blood. As it did, he felt the pressure of the chastity belt deny his expansion. It was that word vagina. The mere mention of it caused him to become sexually aroused. What a vicious cycle! Roger began to realize that Vanessa was conditioning his deeper surrender to the female gender. His brain was beginning to associate the word 'vagina' with denial. And he had no choice but to keep uttering the phrase or face the agony of the hairbrush. As a result, he went to sleep that night with a sore ass, a deep ache in his scrotum, and a frustrated, denied penis.
Vanessa and Brooke had discussed this very course of events over dinner that evening. "Right now, it's hitting Roger as he desperately tries to memorize his pledge," Brooke said, laughing. "Each time his penis tries and fails to expand in the tube, it's furthering his defeat."
Vanessa threw her head back and laughed. "Good."
The next morning, Roger arrived early. He neatened up his work area so that Kristin would approve. He paid extra attention to his grooming and his clothing that morning so that she would not find reason to punish him.
Kristin strode in 20 minutes late. For the first time, Roger felt himself stunned by her beauty. What a mature young lady she was. She walked slowly with excellent posture. She wore tight tan pants and a sleek pink blouse. Her hair was back in a pony tail and she was made up nicely. With her high heels, she stood just under six feet tall. Roger waited until the area was quiet. Then Kristin nodded to him in an unspoken message to recite his vow of submission. As Kristin stood above him, Roger kneeled and put his hands forward:
"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."
"Very good boy," Kristin condescended with a smile. Topping it off, she patted Roger on the head as though he were her pupil. Roger's face turned bright red. For a moment, he felt stupid and used. But at the same time, he felt a desire for Kristin that he hadn't felt before. It was probably the fact that he was so pent up from his night of constant arousal of denial.
Kristin reached into her pocketbook and removed the remote control. Roger felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as Kristin held the remote in her hand and faced him. She sat in her high swivel-backed chair and crossed her legs. "I'm going to reward you for your efforts, Roger. She pressed a button and Roger immediately felt a steady vibration in his penis. Roger felt the constriction at the base of his penis. His balls started aching and it was all he could do to keep from doubling over in pain.
As she studied his reaction, Kristin broke into laughter. "I think you should thank me for giving your penis some pleasure, don't you?"
"Thank you for pleasuring my penis, Miss Kristin," he said through gritted teeth.
"No problem," she chortled. "Don't say I never did anything for you. The toilets need cleaning," she added before turning around and placing her pocketbook on her desk. Roger immediately headed for the closet that held the cleaning materials.
He started with the men's room and then moved onto the ladies room. It was exhausting work. The ladies room had a certain scent to it that drove him crazy. His balls were absolutely killing him. It was so bad that he had a tough time standing up straight. His fear of Kristin drove him on. He would do anything to make certain he wouldn't face the severe punishment button on his diabolical chastity device.
Just before noon, he was finally wrapping up the ladies room. In walked Kristin with another young woman Roger hadn't seen before. His heart sunk as he laid eyes on them. Both had devilish smiles on their faces. The young woman standing next to Kristin was quite the female specimen. She was tall and blonde with angular features and striking blue eyes. Not as stocky as Kristin, she had wide hips, a narrow waist and small breasts. She wore a skirt and high heels. Her hair was back in a pony tail.
"Svetlana, meet Roger. Roger, kneel in front of Svetlana and kiss her shoes," said Kristin, folding her arms and waiting for her vanquished foe to obey her command.
Roger did so without hesitation.
Svetlana laughed and turned to Kristin. She spoke with a Russian accent. "How convenient for you, Kristin! You have your own male dog under your control. Is very nice. Can I see this- this penis controlling device?"
"Of course, Sveta," said Kristin. "You heard her, loser. Stand up! Now pull down your pants and underpants, so she can see your shame."
Again, Roger obeyed the command without hesitation. He hated being called a loser, but his fear was all that mattered. When he saw his penis, he gasped in astonishment. The head was purple and engorged. Yet thanks to the sheath, his entire shaft was less than three inches long. Clear fluid leaked from the tip.
Svetlana put her hand over her mouth in a decidedly feminine gesture and broke into hearty laughter. Roger had to admit she was quite lovely when she laughed. He felt his penis throbbing in futility as the gorgeous young woman mocked him. "Is so small," Svetlana said. Then she locked eyes with Roger. "How it feel to be so dominated by a woman?"
Roger was taken aback by the question. When he didn't reply right away he felt a jolt in his groin. Kristin had hit him with the regular punishment button. His knees knocked together as he instinctually slammed his legs shut in an effort to withstand the sharp penile pain. "Answer her before I decide to use the severe punishment button!" said Kristin triumphantly.
"I feel so- so controlled," Roger said meekly, his face turning bright red with the admission.
Svetlana nodded her head. "And humiliated I bet?"
"Yes ma'am."
Svetlana laughed. "I see he obedient like dog."
"You've got that right, hon.," said Kristin. "Roger, why don't you recite your pledge out of respect for this beautiful woman. I want you to show her just how obedient you can be."
"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."
Svetlana again threw her head back in laughter. She laughed so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. Then she turned to Kristin and said, "He is your very own puppet.."
"Fuckin right I do," said Kristin. "Let's grab some lunch and leave this loser to finish cleaning up."
"Good idea. But wait," said Svetlana. "I have request."
"What is it, sweetie?"
Svetlana whispered something in Kristin's ear. Kristin brightened. "Of course you can kick him in the nuts!"
Roger was ordered to spread his legs and stick out his crotch. He was then made to beg Svetlana to kick him in the balls. This made the young Russian woman laugh harder than ever. Once she gathered herself, she kicked Roger like an old pro. It didn't hurt that she had a body built for ball busting. THOCK! Svetlana had played soccer for most of her life and her kick did not miss its intended target. Roger’s balls compressed, his sheathed penis went flying, and the women left Roger on the floor while they headed off to lunch. As the door, shut, Roger heard the fading sound of high heels on the floor, and female voice with a thick accent say, "That felt so good!"
For the rest of the day, Svetlana joined Kristin in the booth. Kristin allowed Svetlana to handle the remote control while advising her not to use the severe punishment button unless it was absolutely warranted since Kristin didn't want Roger flopping around on the floor creating a scene. Svetlana had a heavy hand with the pleasure button. She belittled Roger verbally. Roger became incredibly pent up with desire. By mid afternoon, his armpits were moist with sweat and his crotch was moist with pre cum. A wet spot became visible on his trousers. Kristin ordered him to go the bathroom and stuff some toilet tissue inside his underpants. He could hear the laughter as he took the humiliating walk to the men's room.
At the end of the day he was called into Vanessa's office. She looked absolutely stunning in a leather miniskirt and black stockings. For some reason she wore make-up as though she was planning on hitting a club. She was an amazing contrast from Roger, who was disheveled, sweaty, and naked, save for his chastity device.
Vanessa waved her hand in front of her face. "Oh my god. You are RIPE!" She ordered him into the shower. When he was out, she had him put the table and the scale in position. She ordered him to position his balls on the scale and wait for her while she completed a phone call. Vanessa kept him standing there on his tip toes for 15 minutes while she discussed a vacation she was planning with a friend. Finally she stood and approached Roger from behind. She put her face up against the side of Roger's from behind so she could whisper in his ear. Then she reached around and casually pinched Roger's engorged penis head in her fingers, gently pulling it aside before holding it firmly. With her other hand, she hefted Roger's balls up and down.
Roger was transfixed by her scent and the assertive, yet delicate way in which she handled him. He felt the intense pain begin anew in his balls, but he could not bend over because of the way Vanessa had positioned him. She had him facing a full length wall mirror and he couldn't believe the scene facing him. He was so completely dominated!
"Your balls feel heavier than yesterday, Roger," Vanessa whispered, her nose brushing with Roger's ear and her breath wrapping itself around his neck. Roger's chest tingled with pleasure and frustration. "I think your penis sheath is already paying dividends." She released his balls momentarily and pressed a button on the scale. "Now, let's just take this scrotum and put it right up here," she said as she re-gripped his balls. As she did, Vanessa began stroking the underside of his penis head with her thumb and forefinger. Roger groaned in total frustration.
"Two ounces and 13 grams! Good boy, Roger. You gained six full grams." Vanessa squeezed the head of Roger's penis, causing pre-cum to trickle from the tip. She took her finger and wiped the underside of the shaft. Roger began moaning with a combination of pleasure and frustration.
"Oh please, master, please let me masturbate at your feet," Roger gasped in total desperation.
Vanessa laughed. "Oh Roger," she said evenly. "You were doing so good until you let your penis get the better of you again. I was going to make your releases a weekly occurrence, but now I think I need to make them bi-weekly."
Roger began sobbing in frustration. This was more than he could take. He was hit with the realization that his life, as he knew it, was over.
"You need to learn not to ask me for any releases, Roger," Vanessa said as though she was a school teacher working with a young boy. "I decide when you are allowed to ejaculate because I own this penis." Vanessa gave it a gentle flick for emphasis. Then she pinched some loose skin on Roger's scrotum and pulled it away. "You see this?" she asked. "This is a sign of disrespect. I won't be happy until your balls are so full that it becomes difficult for me to pinch off any loose skin. Do you understand, young man?"
"Yes, master," Roger practically whimpered.
"Good. I told you I'd put a permanent end to your compulsive masturbating." Vanessa stepped back from the mirror. Roger felt a chill as he spied her eyeing his bottom. "I see your ass is still quite swollen from yesterday, but it's not as red as I like it. I think it needs a warming!"
With that, Vanessa took Roger over her knee gave him a short, but severe hair brushing. She didn't have him over her lap for more than a couple of minutes, but the spanks came down fast and furious. Only when Vanessa had reduced him to deep, anguished sobs, did she feel as though she'd been appropriately thorough.
Next part coming soon!
|
|
|