Rhode Rage

Rhode Rage

By James X Pendergrass

www.jamespendergrass.com

Chapter Eight – Cum Chortling Day

A week after Roger's agonizing trip to the tennis court, his frustration officially approached the boiling point.  As he performed his morning cleaning duties in the restroom, his long term state of denial was all he could think about.  He could feel the increased weight and size of his balls constantly.  They had gotten significantly enlarged.  Every time he saw a pretty woman in tennis gear he found himself unable to turn away.  He would admire their toned legs and firm, round asses.  His penis would begin to swell until the sheath did its job and stopped the attempted expansion cold. 

Kristin could always tell when Roger was feeling the pain of his denial.  She went out of her way do her part to frustrate him.  At least once a day she would pull her chair up next to him and rub his thigh.  Like clockwork, Roger would begin to perspire.  Then, in the ultimate act of condescension, Kristin would pat him on his groin.  "Take your mind off your useless penis for a few minutes and make yourself useful," she'd say. "Go get me a Diet Coke.  Hurry Up."

One day, Kristin and Svetlana took Roger back to Kristin's house.  There, they took turns punting his balls with their square-toed high-heeled shoes until they were pleased with the damage they'd caused.  They took particular pleasure as they discussed the way their shoes sent his balls sprawling from between his groin up onto his belly.  They filmed each other in action with Svetlana’s hand held video device (She was an aspiring filmmaker).  Then they watched the video in slow motion, focusing extra attention on the moment their shoes made impact.  They played the highlights again and again, watching with great interest as Roger's genitals took off like a punted football before snapping back down against his belly and flopping around listlessly for several seconds.    

Svetlana: "Look how his penis and balls go flying!  I think they travel almost a foot after impact.  Look at this one right here.”

Kristin: "That’s the best one.  Perfect kick, girl.  Look at how his nuts compress when your shoe nails them.  And it's cool how it takes him a second to react to the blow.  It's like, first his nuts get launched, and then he suddenly feels the pain and reacts.  Did you hear the noise he made?  And I love the sound our shoes make on impact.  It's like 'WHOMP' then "UGHHHHHH!" she mimicked the pained noise Roger had made moments ago.

Svetlana: "Is like, best stress relief.  Of course, nothing will be as pleasurable as when Vanessa hit him with tennis ball."

Kristin: “Totally.  That was the best ever.  I swear I thought his testicles would have to be removed after that perfect money shot.”

Roger had never seen Svetlana so excited.  Her face was flushed with the pleasure of the moment.  Both gals’ upper bodies surged with laughter and joy, their young breasts heaving up and down as they reveled in their feminine power.

The next day, Roger was cleaning the bathroom gingerly, legs splayed slightly open so that he wouldn't damage his sore scrotum (He'd iced it last night and this morning, but it was still quite raw – his scrotum now resembled a large plum in size and color).  The door opened and he was surprised to see Vanessa Cromwell in all of her glory, wearing a spectacular miniskirt, heels and a blouse.  It was the first time he'd seen her since the tennis incident.

"Put the mop down and lower your pants,” she said, locking the door behind her.  “I want to check on MY balls." 

She hefted his balls in her palm as he stood, hands out, palms down in total deference.  Between his lack of release and the recent punishment, Roger's scrotum now approached the size of the notorious tennis ball that nearly destroyed it.  Vanessa pressed down with her thumb, which caused Roger's balls to separate painfully.  "Wow!  Kris and Sveta did quite a number on your balls, didn't they?"

"Yes, master."

Vanessa’s face became animated with pleasure as she inspected her possessions.  "It looks as if they turned your scrotum into an angry, swollen bulb.”

"Yes, master.  They taught me proper respect for the superior female gender." Roger said, in an effort to please his master.

"Good boy.  So how do your balls feel then?"  She jiggled them in her hand, causing his penis to flop around listlessly. 

Roger bent his upper body forward in a highly-involuntary submissive posture.  He made sure to keep his head up and stay focused on his master, which was the rule when he was being addressed.  The mere act of her touching his scrotum caused Roger pain.  "Uhh! They feel sore, master, but I deserve it for being a stupid, penis-driven male."

Vanessa released his balls and took his chin so that she could face him.  She smiled.  "Roger, you've made good strides lately in showing proper respect for me and the other ladies.  And I've decided you deserve to be rewarded.  Today is your Cum Chortling Day." she laughed.  "I hope you brought your appetite."

After waiting for Roger to thank her, which he did by lying on the floor and cleaning the underside of her high heels with great passion - with his tongue of course - Vanessa told him that Kristin and Svetlana would escort him to the office around four o'clock.  "I've invited a special female guest for the big event," she said.

Roger knew better than to ask her just who she had invited.

******

Four o'clock came and Roger followed Kristin and Svetlana back to the office.  He couldn't help but stare at their pert asses and think with great excitement at the sexual release that awaited him.  He knew it would be incredibly humiliating.  But he didn't care.  He'd happily lap up his own ejaculate like the obedient idiot he had become if it meant he got to orgasm.  And he knew that would be part of the deal.  By now, he had been subjected to every possible humiliation and had gotten used to it.  His cum would taste disgusting, but it was a small price to pay for being granted the privilege of orgasm.  In fact, the idea of being forced to eat it only contributed to the excitement he felt.  It really was quite fitting, he thought, that if the superior gender was to grant him the great honor of sexual release that he should make every effort to abase himself for their amusement.  He felt his penis throb against its sheath as he thought of what was in store for him.  It felt oddly comforting, not to mention highly erotic, to know that he had no control over the situation.  He would do whatever his female masters ordered him to do. 

Little did Roger know that the women were once again one step ahead of him.  Vanessa realized Roger had become so subservient that it might serve to take the satisfaction away from the art of dominating him.  Fortunately Vanessa had come up with a terrific plan.  Some research followed by a phone call and everything was in place to make Cum Chortling Day the most humiliating afternoon of Roger's life.

When Roger entered the room behind Svetlana and Kristin, he saw another young woman sitting on the couch next to Vanessa.  He squinted his eyes, and his heart rate went through the roof when he recognized the face.

"Monica!" he said in astonishment to his vapid, shallow little sister.  "What are you doing here?" 

"I'm here to see you get exposed as the pervert you have always been," she said proudly.  “I knew it all along by the way.”

Roger had never gotten along with his sister Monica.  She was two years younger than him.  When they were young, she used to look up to him.  Roger responded by bullying her constantly.  Things changed overnight when they hit puberty.  Quite suddenly, Monica acted as if she was the more mature sibling.  Monica was an attractive, compact girl, not thin, but with lush curves.  Some day she might become plump, but for now, she had nice round features - a shapely little tush, which today filled a black business suit (She always wore business suits in a pathetic attempt to look older than she was in Roger's opinion), plump calves, and dark, round eyes.

Vanessa studied Roger's face in anticipation of his renewed humiliation.  Roger did not disappoint - a look of sheer panic came over him and his face turned bright red.  Perfect! 

Recruiting Monica had been easy.  First Vanessa asked Kristin if she knew anything about Roger's family.  Kristin told Vanessa how Roger used to constantly complain about his little sister, and what a know-it-all little bitch she was.  After that, Vanessa invited Monica to lunch, where she tried to get the 18-year-old woman to open up about Roger.  Vanessa and Monica took an instant liking to one another.  Monica was no shrinking violet.  She was actually a confident young woman who was not afraid to engage in girl talk, even with a relative stranger.  Monica explained how Roger had been a bully when she was growing up, but that once Monica hit 15 or so she began to realize that Roger wasn't nearly as though as he let on.  Everything changed when Monica came home early one day and caught Roger masturbating in front of the downstairs computer.  After that, she had less respect for Roger, and whenever he gave her a hard time, her response was usually, "Why don't you go jerk off and make yourself feel better."  Roger had no answer for that and he soon stopped giving her as much of a hard time, especially after Monica had said those words in front of her cute-as-a-button friend Daria, who laughed hysterically. 

When Vanessa shared with Monica what had become of Roger and extended the invitation for Monica to join her for Cum-Chortling Day, Monica's eyes lit up.  "That would be totally awesome," she said.

Now, here they all were, Roger standing there like an idiot while Kristin and Svetlana joined the other two women on the couch.

"You know the drill, Roger," said Vanessa.  "Clothes off."

That was enough to jar Roger into action.  He heard his sister chime in: "Get naked, Roger.  It's not as if I haven't seen your little wiener before.  Remember the time I caught you spanking your monkey in front of the computer?"

Kristin and Svetlana laughed in unison.  Then Kristin added: "Show your sister proper respect by answering her command!"  Kristen then turned to Monica.  "What should he call you?  Something that conveys a proper amount of respect.  How about 'ma'am?'"

Monica laughed.  "Ma'am - I like the sound of that."

"Yes ma'am," Roger said, as he pulled his pants down.  He couldn't believe this shit!

Vanessa: "When you're good and naked, come sit on your bare ass in front of us, Roger."

Roger did as instructed.  Vanessa amended her orders, instructing Roger to spread his legs wide apart and lift them up off the ground so that, "myself and these fully clothed ladies can get a good look at the totally exposed male in our midst."

"Just like a puppet," remarked Svetlana when Roger had gotten into the lewd position.

"Look at his penis!" said Monica, laughing.  "That is hilarious.  It looks like it can't get hard with that thing attached to it.  And what's up with his balls?  They are so swollen."

Kristin explained the details behind Roger's penis sheath to Monica.  She must have said the words "penis sheath" a half dozen times as she talked about how the penis sheath was designed to deny Roger the ability to achieve erections or ejaculate without female consent.  "No unsupervised ejaculations unless we unlock his penis sheath and permit him to do it with our full approval - for our entertainment of course."

"Well said, Kristin," said Vanessa.  "Also Monica, you'll note that the device enables him to whack his little penis as much as he wants, but the pervert-" she paused to let the word take affect.  "The pervert will achieve no pleasure until we decide to release his penis."

"I love it!" said a clearly thrilled Monica."

"The idea behind it," Vanessa continued, as the younger women all listened intently, "is to condition him to be more obedient and respectful to ALL women.  By controlling his penis, which we all know is the center of his world, we've gained complete control of him.  Case in point," she turned to Roger.  "Roll over!  Now roll back!" 

On cue, Roger began rolling around on the carpet in front of the smiling women.  When it was over, he assumed the previous position, spread-legged, exposed and vulnerable.  It was a startling contrast to the females that sat comfortably on the couch enjoying the silly spectacle they were being treated to.

"See the obedience?" said Vanessa proudly.  "And this way, on those rare occasions where we do permit a female-controlled ejaculation, we do it entirely on our terms.  As you will soon see, it's done in the most humiliating way imaginable.  This helps Roger to associate female dominance and male shame with his pleasure.  The factors will be inexorably linked in his feeble little brain and it will deepen his surrender to our gender."

"So impressive," said Monica.  "Why are his balls such a swollen disaster?"

Vanessa laughed.  "Explain to your superior little sister why it is that your scrotum is so large and so swollen, Roger."

Roger had to discuss the length of his chastity, and how his balls had been pent up.  He had to describe what happened yesterday when Svetlana and Kristin had scrambled his eggs.  The whole time his face was bright red.  Oddly though, the renewed sense of deep humiliation he felt, caused his penis to attempt (and of course fail) to harden in his sheath.  As was always the case, this factor didn't go unnoticed by his superiors. 

Vanessa: "Look girls!  His penis is trying to get erect.  Look at how purple the head is getting.  You see how he already now associates his deep shame and abject humiliation with pleasure?"

Kristin: "He’s nothing but a female-controlled puppet now.  We’ve totally defeated him.”

Monica: "This is fantastic!"

Vanessa made Roger admit that he enjoyed shaming himself for the entertainment of the fully-clothed females in his presence.  She then made Roger recite his pledge while simultaneously wiggling his ass around the carpet so that his swollen penis and balls jiggled around in such a way that pleased his masters.

Roger:   "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."

[The sound of four Women laughing and clapping their hands in approval]

Vanessa: "What do you think, girls?  Do you think we should let Roger's little penis out of its prison for a short afternoon furlough program?"

The girls pretended to deliberate, but it's clear the plan was to free Roger.  After all, it was Cum-Chortling day.

Svetlana: "Yes, I vant to see this spectacle!"

Kristin: "Yeah, let the loser put on a disgusting show for us!"

Monica: "His penis is like one of those prison losers on the side of the highway picking up all the trash."

Vanessa pressed forward in the couch.  “Roger, I had no idea you had such an intelligent, witty sister.  I guess stupidity is limited to the male side of the family.  She leaned over and fondled Roger's penis for a few moments, causing Roger to take a deep breath and moan in pleasure and pain.  Then, snap!  Just like that, for the first time in over a month, Roger's penis was free.  It celebrated its freedom by flopping back onto Roger's belly and pulsating rapidly. 

Kristin: "Look at the weird shape!"

Vanessa: "Yes, it seems Roger's penis has seen better days," she said in mock sympathy.

Roger looked down and was mortified.  The lower part of his shaft was so thin and white compared to the thicker, purple upper part of his shaft.  The whole thing wasn't more than three inches long.  It throbbed away.  Slowly, under the watchful eyes of the females, it began to expand to the full four and a half inches.

Vanessa:  "I think that's as good as it's going to get, girls."

Monica: "Pretty much, it's the same micro-dick I saw the day I caught him pulling his pud."

Svetlana: "How old is he?  I think is done growing, no?"

[Laughter]

Roger had entered the room thinking he was ready for anything, but he found himself burning with humiliation and anger.  He did an outstanding job holding it in - after all, the last thing in the world he wanted to deal with was the dreaded hairbrush.  But his acting job didn't work.

Kristin: "Vanessa, I think he's showing hidden signs of disrespect.  Want me to correct it with the hairbrush?"

"No, that's okay, dear.  Maybe Later."  Vanessa stood and went to her desk, talking as she walked.  "So Roger, I wanted to find the most humiliating way for you to have your precious org-spaz.  That way, you'll associate orgasm with shame, which is what I've been conditioning your for all along."  She returned to the couch with a pair of objects in her hand.  "This is a feminine napkin," Vanessa said, tossing a large maxi pad at Roger.  "Take it and position it on your belly, so the head of your retarded-looking penis is resting on it.  That's it." 

Vanessa held something in her other hand.  "This is my magic wand."  It was a long thick vibrator, about the size of a large dick.  Vanessa flipped a switch and it began vibrating.  "I'm going to give you a mind-blowing ejaculation, Roger," Vanessa began.  "But it's going to be on my terms.  And you're going to have to earn it.  Spread your legs as far as they will go.  I want these ladies to have total viewing access."

Vanessa leaned forward and began massaging the tender underside of Roger's penis with the vibrator.  The base of the vibrator split his swollen nuts with visually pleasing results.  Roger's entire body began quivering as he shook with pleasure.  Almost immediately he felt an orgasm build inside him, but then Vanessa took the wand away and held it tantalizingly a few inches away from his penis.  "You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you?" she laughed.  Roger thrust his hips forward in an attempt to make contact with the vibrator.  Vanessa held it away for a while until Roger's ass collapsed back down on the floor and he groaned in frustration.  "Stick your middle finger up your ass for us, Roger.  See if you can find your prostate gland."

Vanessa kept Roger pent up this way, teasing him and stringing him along for 15-20 minutes.  Roger began drooling.  His eyes stared at a far-off place.  Vanessa brought him momentarily out of his trance when she ordered him to wedge his middle finger deeper into his asshole.  Then she made him lick it off and plunge it back in.  The young women made comments:

Svetlana: "I think he's becoming cross-eyed."

Monica: "This is the best ever.  If anyone deserves this, it's Roger.  Talk about being put in his place."

Kristin: "He's like part robot and part puppet!"

Roger was becoming exhausted and exasperated, but he was so horny that he couldn't stop bucking his hips forward.  If only he could just get a little more friction...

Suddenly, Vanessa pressed the wand down on his balls and the lower part of his shaft.  She turned the vibrator on full power and with an expert hand, slid it up until the tip made contact with the most sensitive part of Roger's penis.  "Make sure you spew every last drop of your spunk onto the maxi pad.  Each drop that misses is going to cost you a month in chastity."

"Yes master...aw aw AW AW AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Roger's body went completely rigid as he deposited a seemingly endless load onto the maxi pad.  For a good 20 seconds, Roger literally became one with his penis, his entire being exploding like a supernova under the guidance and control of his master.  He jiggled his ass back and forth, thrusting his hips blindly, while the thick spunk came gushing out of the head of his swollen penis at incredible volumes.  He felt a sharp pain in his urethra as it struggled to accommodate the flood of semen.  Drool came out of the side of his mouth.

The four women all had similar thoughts as the watched the spectacle unfold before them.  There was something so wonderful, so erotic, so satisfying about watching this once-proud young man yield every last drop of control to gynarchical rule.  All four of them felt their steamy cunts buzz with pleasure against their panties as Vanessa took Roger over the edge. 

At last, Roger stopped crying out.  His eyes opened a crack and he went limp, save a spasm or two that almost caused him to spill cum off the maxi pad.

"Sit up," he heard the voice of his master say.  With remarkable obedience, he snapped out of his trance and sat up to find four smiling females staring down at him.

As Roger sat up, Vanessa stood up.  Without a word she stepped forward and used her shoe to push his penis forward and away from his body.  Once she had trapped it between her shoe and the floor, she placed her full weight down, arching her back and grunting with pleasure. 

Roger grunted in pain.  His body was forced awkwardly forward against Vanessa's thighs.  

Vanessa took great pleasure at the feeling of Roger's penile cartridge yielding beneath her foot.  She would crush the maleness right out of him.  This was so decisive!  "Give me the maxi-pad, Roger," she said.

Roger carefully passed the maxi pad up to his master, making sure not to spill anything.  Vanessa took the pad and with her other hand grabbed Roger below his chin and tilted his head upward.  "Eat your filthy cum, Roger.”

Without complete resignation and total obedience, Roger placed his lips against the semen-infested maxi-pad.  He slurped up the thick load (Made extra thick by weeks of sperm build-up) and felt the slimy discharge ooze down his throat.  He kept slurping, fear of the sadistic women driving him to his task.  He tried his hardest to reach the semen that had been largely absorbed by the pad.  

Roger was still sucking almost a minute later.  He hadn't heard some of the cruel remarks from the younger women (Svetlana: "What a scum sucking pig." Monica: "You mean a CUM-sucking pig."  Kristin: "How about just a pig in general?").  His mind was lost in subspace, and making sure he pleased his master.  The maxi-pad was dry.  All the cum was back inside him now but he kept slurping and sucking with all his might. 

Vanessa watched him with great interest.  This was one of the most enjoyable kink experiences she'd ever had.  Who knew dominating Roger could be so much fun!  Finally, she pulled the pad away from the obedient male slave and patted him on the head.  "That's a good cum-eater," she condescended.

"Thank you, master," Roger gasped, putting his head against her leg and looking up to her like the adoring dog that he was.

The rest of the afternoon was focused on the completion of Roger's cum-eating humiliation.  Vanessa and the girls sipped wine while Roger was forced to dance around the room like an idiot, bust his own balls, and slap his own ass while simultaneously pumping his penis, do "jerk-off jumping jacks, and other various self-humiliation performance art.  No lubrication was provided and Roger was not permitted to use his own saliva.

While Roger performed his monkey-spanking routine under the watchful eye of his female superiors, the women got into an earnest discussion on weather he was a cum-guzzler, a cum-gobbler, a cum-chortler, or simply a cum-eater.  After much debate, they concluded Roger was all of the above.  Each woman took the opportunity to step down on Roger's penis as they made him suck his slimy semen from the increasingly worn maxi-pad.  The most humiliating moment for Roger might have been when Svetlana stood behind and slapped his ass while ordering him to fuck his hand until he came.  Because he had no lube and he had already come three times in rapid succession, Roger had to pump like mad.  It took him close to ten minutes.  His face turned as red as his ass.  It didn't help that his little sister held the maxi-pad and belittled him verbally:  "C'mon loser.  You can do it."

When he shot his seed for the fourth and final time, he collapsed on the floor.  Monica ordered him to sit up.  Like the others she pinned his spent penis to the ground.  Roger’s younger sister glared down at him triumphantly.  Then, with a chuckle, she stuffed the maxi-pad partway into his mouth, which caused Roger to gag.  “You know what to do.  Chortle it down, loser."

Roger licked up his sperm and stared up at his smiling little sister, the girl who used to look up to him a long time ago, now confirming her superiority over him.  He felt the male anger, which he thought was dead, kick in.  His ego and pride welled to the service as he ate his own ejaculate, his face turning sour in protest.

Monica exchanged glances with the other women.  All of them sensed Roger’s ego, still not completely destroyed, returning for one final, futile resistance.

“He thinks we don’t notice,” Vanessa said, to nobody in particular. 

Monica reached back and slapped him in the face.  Then she did it again, and a third time for good measure.  “Sit up,” she said.  She looked down at his balls.  Although the balls themselves were diminished in size, her brother’s scrotum presented a wonderful target.  Without further adieu, she took her foot back and gave Roger a swift kick in the balls. 

THUNK! 

Roger emitted an epic, agonized groan as his sister’s foot crashed into his now-empty nuts.  The women stood behind Monica and congratulated her for a job well done. 

Roger’s face hit the floor and he brought his knees up to his chest.  He cradled his scrotum in his hands and managed to whimper out a “Sorry, ma’am,” with what little breath he had in his lungs.  As he spoke, Roger could still feel the thickness of his own sperm lining his esophagus, his teeth and his gums.  He looked at the four sets of lovely legs and high heels, which resided above him.   Roger hoped his apology might be enough to garner some leniency.

He recognized his sister’s high heels as she stood, foot together next to his face.  “Kiss my feet, bitch.”

As Roger kissed away, he heard the women slapping Monica five in congratulations.  Then he heard the words he feared the most.

Vanessa:  “I think it’s about time this compulsive, penis pumping jackass gets a good hard ass-blistering.”  She turned to Monica.  “Monica, I think it would only be fitting if you had the honors.”  Vanessa produced the hairbrush that seemed to come from nowhere. 

Roger was already sobbing in anticipation as he went over Monica’s lap for his dreaded F/m OTK discipline.  The other women instructed Monica how to properly arrange Roger’s buttocks for a severe thrashing.   Monica squeezed her thighs tightly around Roger’s deflated penis and felt a rush of power go through her.  Kristin showed her how to properly pin his arm back so he couldn’t move.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!  Even Vanessa was surprised at how hard Monica spanked.  But that was nothing compared to how surprised Roger was.  She spanked as hard as Kristin!  Monica alternated between cheeks and taunted Roger.  “This is fantastic!” she said.  “I can’t wait to tell all the girls that I was right about you, Roger.  It’s going to be great.  In fact, I think I’m going to repeat this in the near future, but I’ll invite the whole gaggle.  What do you think of that?”

Roger knew “the gaggle” was a group of seven girls Monica’s age that tended to hang out together.  They were all popular, fashion-conscious young women like his sister.  He felt himself begin to break down.

Vanessa reached down and grabbed Roger’s chin.  “Your little sister is asking you a question, Roger.  Answer her!”

“Yes ma’am!  I’ll do whatever you say!” he cried.

“That’s right you will.”  Monica continued.  “The girls will all love it!  You’ll serve us naked, and dance around for us.  I’ll make you show them everything!” Allie, Suzie, and Jennifer – they’re all total size queens.  They are going to laugh their asses off when they see your little secret on full display!”  

After only 15 spanks, Roger began kicking his legs.  The crying and sobbing happened soon thereafter.  Monica was nowhere near stopping though.  She had a point to make.  Vanessa, Kristin, and Svetlana sat proudly on the couch enjoying the spectacle.  Through tears, Roger begged her to stop.

“I don’t think so,” said Monica.  “Who’s the boss?” she asked.

“You are.”

“Me and all other women!” Monica said proudly, making Roger repeat her words.

Finally, Monica handed him over to Vanessa, who couldn’t resist giving him a few hard slaps with her hand.  Since he was already so sore, her hand made his legs dance and the pleas commenced anew.  Roger cried his eyes out.  Finally, Vanessa felt the women had made their point.  She released him and let him dance around the room, sobbing loudly and gingerly gripping his ass with both hands.  The women all felt great pleasure at this final humiliating affirmation of their superiority.

Roger felt genuinely relieved when Vanessa locked his penis back in its sheath and put the key back in her purse.

*******

Epilogue – Finished Off

WHAP! WHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP!

Behind her desk, Vanessa Cromwell sat back, legs crossed, enjoying a familiar spectacle.  Roger's deep sobs filled her office.  His legs had been running in place a few minutes ago, but he was past that stage now.  He lay limply in Kristin's lap, his arm twisted behind his back as Kristin completed his severe spanking.  When was it ever not severe?  And no matter how often he found himself over a woman’s lap these days, Roger was never adequately prepared for the pain.

In an odd paradox, despite the agonizing pain of a female-administered spanking, Roger had gotten to the point where he felt a deep-seeded need to be spanked regularly.  On this day he hadn't received female discipline in nearly a week.  Finally mid afternoon after completing his chores, he went to Miss Kristin and told her that he had impure thoughts about a woman he'd seen in the hallway and he needed to be punished.  Kristin had smiled, and promptly taken him by the hand to Vanessa's office to honor his request.

Now, halfway through the spanking, Roger was asking himself why he would request such pain and humiliation.  When he begged Kristin to stop, she laughed and told him, "You asked for it.  Now you're gonna get it."

It had taken much of the summer, but now Roger was totally under the control of Women.  All aspects of his life were now in their hands.  Vanessa had seen to it.  During the day, he had Kristin, Svetlana, Maya and Vanessa supervising him.  At nights, he did menial chores for them, their friends, and his sister's friends.  Every single day was filled with CFNM discipline, male slavery, and an endless array of painful humiliations.  Roger's entire life was now devoted to serving the Female cause.

In addition to regular spankings and constant slavery, Roger was permitted one day a month where his penis would be unlocked and he'd be permitted to masturbate in the most humiliating ways imaginable.  The clever women never ran out of new and innovative ways to humiliate him.  Roger had to confess that he'd been outsmarted and outmaneuvered by the superior gender. 

WHAP! WHAP!  WHAP!!!!

With one final flurry, Kristin completed Roger's spanking.  She took a look at his ass, and smiled when she confirmed that every square inch was bright red.  "That will fix you," she said, placing the hairbrush back in her purse. 

Roger was allowed to jump around the room and furiously rub his burning ass.  Kristin and Vanessa winked at one another.  They both shared a deep enjoyment of what they referred to privately as the “Post OTK penis dance of shame.”  They absolutely loved watching Roger cry it out, completely oblivious to his twitching, flopping sex organ.  Then, as he was trained to do, Roger kneeled in front of Kristin and profusely thanked her for the lesson in respect - as if he really needed another lesson! 

Vanessa came around from the desk and stood next to Kristin.  Roger looked up at the two women with total awe and recited his pledge:

"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."

"What a good, well-trained male he's become," remarked Vanessa.  "I owe a lot to you, Kristin.  You've been wonderful."

"It's really my pleasure, Miss Cromwell," said Kristin. 

Vanessa stared back down at her hapless, defeated foe.  "Roger, you'll be happy to know I contacted the tri sigma sorority at your university.  I told them a very bad little boy will be returning to school in a few days.  The two women I spoke to, Sonya and Deanna, both said they'd be happy to hold the remote control to your penis sheath as well as your chastity key.  They both said they could use a good houseboy.  I explained to them that you required constant OTK spankings and a hairbrush was the best way to get results.  They told me they couldn’t wait to get your over their laps in front of the entire sorority."

"Thank you, master."  Roger then fell to his stomach put his head next to Vanessa's feet.  A moment later, the high heel closest to him lifted off the floor.  Roger stuck out his tongue and began furiously cleaning the underside of the shoe with long, eager strokes.

THE END