The Prisoner

CHAPTER 66.

The Prisoner story has digressed somewhat from the original description of offenders under strict discipline, however the next chapter will return to that type of Institute.

In the meantime this chapter will describe the consequences for one of my readers when he foolishly decided to experience the lifestyle of being under the control of a female…or more than one female:

Harry Hardy’s marriage seemed normal in all respects for the first five years. Then, following his increasingly frequent requests to try something “different”, he was eventually able to get his wife interested in a little femdomme activity.

It was all fairly simple to start with: She would order him to strip and then have him lay over her clothed knees for a light to moderated hand spanking. Within a few months, and with her permission, he was searching various websites looking for any other couple who were interested in similar activities. He soon found two married people, a little older than themselves who also practiced femdomme. They were both naturally using pseudonyms and eventually agree to meet in a local pub for a drink.

They both worked for a high tech firm with the wife, Sophie Hardy, in a senior board level position and himself as a lowly researcher. They needed to keep their hobby a secret from friends who simply would not understand. Dressed rather conservatively they arrived early and stood at the bar just out of sight of the main entrance.

They had almost given up waiting when to his wife’s horror her lady boss and her husband came in looking around as if they were also meeting someone. As our eyes met so did the realisation that they were the object of the search.

It only took a few nervous words of greetings before the humour of the situation overcame any embarrassment and the two ladies went off to find a table leaving the men to collect the drinks. Using her real name, Jayne Stevens soon put  Sophie at her ease and suggested that they remain at one table to chat whilst the ”boys” remained at another awaiting the summons to attend upon them.

Talking to each other the two males soon discovered that both their wives were dominants and that both were becoming increasingly confident and assertive in the role. I couldn’t help notice that Bruce as he introduced himself, was shifting somewhat uncomfortably on the hard chairs we were occupying. He ruefully said that he had just had what his wife termed a discipline update before they left their home and the effects had still to wear off.

It was over an hour until the two males were waved at to join the ladies. There were only two chairs at the table and we were left standing as they told them the news. It seems that they had had what is called a full and frank discussion and had reached an agreement that effectively sealed the male’s fate. There was no question of them being asked for any agreement or consent to what they had decided and that they would both be fully briefed by their respective wives on the way home.

The two couples then parted with the wives agreeing that the first social meeting would be the following Friday when they would be invited round to the boss lady’s house for dinner. Sophie noticed a quick look of some fear on the face of the other male followed by a look of total resignation to whatever this would entail for him. She instinctively knew that this arrangement would be something that she would find both exciting and interesting.

It was a different wife who sat next to Hardy as they drove away from the pub.

“This will be the opportunity of a lifetime for my career”, Sophie started. “As your career seems stalled and you will benefit from my promotion and pay rise I will expect you to fit in with the plans that Mrs Stevens has for us both. I will tell you exactly what has been agreed when we are back in the house.”

The rest of the drive was spent in nervous anticipation and he had to exercise extreme caution with his driving as his mind was racing in every direction he could imagine. He admitted to finding the whole set up a little scary, but the opportunity to realise his sexual instincts became more exiting the closer he got to home.

By the time he had garaged the car Sophie had taken up a position in a comfortable arm chair. She imperiously pointed to the area in front of her and told him to kneel.

“Mrs Stevens has instructed me that I should take you round to her house for dinner next Friday. There she will consider you in depth with a view to taking you on as one of her male servants that she likes to control from time to time. If she finds you satisfactory in every way certain things will happen. Firstly I will get that promotion that I have worked so hard for and with it a substantial pay rise that will change our lifestyle. The company car will be upgraded and I will move into an office near hers on the executive floor.

As for you, you will receive a certain amount of training from her and then be sent on an all expenses training course to a facility in Germany where, it would seem, you will be taught how to fulfil your duties as a servant to ladies. She tells me that her husband spent two weeks there last year and she was more than impressed with the resulting improvements in his attitude, obedience and skills when he returned. It is hardly a holiday camp and it will cost a small fortune but it is one of the conditions she has set and therefore you will comply.

I need hardly tell you, that you will do whatever is necessary to satisfy her requirements when you are in her charge otherwise our whole future will be diminished. I won’t ask if you have any questions as frankly, your views on the subject no longer matter. Don’t get any ideas about hoping for sex tonight as she has specifically told me that you must remain celibate from now on unless she gives permission otherwise.”

The rest of the week dragged and all too soon it was Friday night. Sophie was late home and in a rush. Harry had already showered and drove her to the Steven’s large modern house standing in its own grounds. Her husband met us at the door and escorted us to the sitting room where his wife waited sitting in a large sofa. A rather stilted conversation took place until they went through to eat. Dinner was excellent but it was noticeable that Bruce had little appetite and appeared rather nervous.

Sophie later realised that he knew only too well what would happen at the end of the meal whereas Harry was still in blissful ignorance. Eventually, the dinner and the small talk was over and Bruce and Harry were told to go and change into clothing that had been laid out for them, clothing that Harry was to find out would be the normal dress code for whenever either or both of them were “in service”.

It consisted of small tight white underpants, a white T shirt and a skimpy pair of shorts. White knee socks and sandals completed the uniform and looking like two young ball boys at a tennis tournament they returned await the summons to their wives in the large sitting room.

Harry found Bruce’s nervousness rather unsettling as this was his own home ground. However, overcoming his nervousness and whispering so that the wives wouldn’t hear Bruce hurriedly gave Harry a few tips on what he termed “survival”.

It seemed that his wife was extremely strict with him at all times and that she believed in punishing the slightest error or offence against her rules. Everything was done for her benefit whether it was a social occasion or when she required sex. There was a room set aside in the house annex for what he called her “corrections” that he assumed we would be moving to for the evenings events. As it was a Friday night he knew that he was up for at least a routine maintenance punishment, a punishment that he had to accept every single Friday without fail, and before he received it, would be informed if his behaviour and conduct over the past seven days had “earned” him what he called a full disciplinary.

The worst case scenario was when a Mrs Curzon was asked to attend as she was available when a particularly severe punishment was decided upon. Fortunately this had only been considered necessary on one occasion since he received his basic training at the centre but the memory was all too vivid. This was a large lady of lesbian leanings who always arrived with her own servant girl in attendance who would have to witness and assist her owner with any work that needed doing to Bruce. It was generally agreed that Mrs Curzon was an out and out sadist and so could be relied upon to punish to a level that even Mrs Stevens found uncomfortable to impose herself. It seemed that the discipline could be followed by a request from Mrs Curzon that she would like to use “the boy” for a little light relief, which was granted without, of course, the need to ask him for his opinion let alone agreement.

Bruce shuddered at the memory and even expressed his sympathy for the poor girl who had to endure whatever Mrs Curzon required on a 24/7 basis to keep her satisfied. He had noticed that the girl displayed visible signs of her owner’s ideas on discipline when Bruce managed a glimpse of her thighs and lower buttocks when she was bending.

He concluded by telling Harry that the only way to get through the evening with his wife was to agree with everything she said or wanted as the slightest dissent would only result in increased humiliation or actual pain.

The tinkling sound of a bell summonsed them both to stand to attention in front of the sofa. The ladies had obviously been engaged in deep conversation primarily on the subject of how Harry was to be used this evening. He had no idea at the time just how much his wife had fallen over herself to impress her boss and what a miserable time he would be subjected to for Mrs Stevens to take advantage of that generosity. It was with some relief to him that the ladies immediate interest seemed to be cantered on Bruce.

“As I have explained Sophie, Friday night is when my boy gets his weekly maintenance update to keep him constantly aware of my authority. It is fairly rare for him not to need an enhanced discipline to cover any error he has made over the week and I’m afraid that tonight is no exception.

Sadly, on one occasion some months ago he really stepped out of line. Now some wives simply send him back to the training school for a refresher, but I found it just as effective to call in another lady friend to really sort the problem out and get him back on track. Verity Curzon is her name and she is really strict and frankly a little brutal in the way she handles boys, mainly because her main interest lies with her own sex. But believe me, a couple of hours in her hands and he was both very contrite and very obedient.”

Out of the corner of Harry’s eye he saw the effect this news had on Bruce, He heard the gasp of horror and when he stole a glance in his direction he was visibly pale and shaking a little. Whoever this woman was, she certainly had an effect and Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief that he wasn’t her subject for a visit.

Which, was premature in the extreme.

She continued:

“No matter how much I attend to his behaviour problems he still falls short of any reasonable standard. This week, for example he managed to upset one of the staff here, a lady cleaner who complained that he seemed to be transfixed by her breasts and kept sneaking a lecherous look at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. Admittedly she is a rather well-endowed young lady and she was wearing a thin T shirt but I am simply not prepared to accept such behaviour. He would, if I asked him for his opinion probably whine that it was now nearly a month since his last allowed orgasm and that he was constantly in a state of sexual frustration, but I have fitted him with a penile device to discourage erections and he should be grateful for that kindness.”

Bruce confided later that he had scarcely glanced at the lady who was in her mid-twenties. Even though she was just a domestic servant, she still stood way above him in status and he was obliged to be totally courteous to her and obedient to any instructions she might give him. As she had complained he knew that any argument on the subject would only make matters worse and that he was now in for a “disciplinary” in addition to his Friday “maintenance” that he would have to accept without any hesitation on his part.

Mrs Stevens solemnly produce a black covered book from the side table. “This is where I record his all too frequent errors and the punishments I decide he should receive. I strongly advise that you get one for your boy. I find that the odd peep they take inside can really wind them up when they find out what they have been caught out with and realise what they will be getting.”

Sophie looked over her shoulder. In heavy blank ink she saw the date and next to it: “Complaint by Mrs Jenner that boy had leered at her breasts to her embarrassment.” In the next column she slowly wrote Sentenced to 12 strokes of the grade 2 cane to be given across naked buttocks and thighs. No restraints to be allowed. Consideration to be given to possible additional special punishment for staring at breasts, as a deterrent to further offences.”

She then looked up at her male. “Well boy, when you have received your weekly maintenance of 8 strokes with the prison strap across your backside, you will mount the punishment frame and will receive 12 strokes of the number 2 cane across your naked buttocks and/or the tops of your thighs. You will not be restrained and as usual, any undue movement or complaint will result in extras at my discretion. Any questions?”

Bruce mumbled: “No Ma’am”.

“And afterwards, you will receive one of my special punishments just to ensure your realise how embarrassing your leering was to the lady.

Understood?”

“Y.y.yes Ma’am” he again mumbled”… but screwing up his face at the thought.

Having asked Sophie if she would mind if the incidents were dealt with immediately and offering her the chance of witnessing the punishments in the company of her own “boy”….they followed her down a stairway to the room she reserved in the lower part of the house exclusively for discipline.

It was large windowless room with a distinct chill in the air from air conditioning. Mrs Stevens explained that the temperature was kept low as she was usually fully dressed when administering discipline and the less comfortable it was for the naked male, the better. It was however brilliantly lit and various items of equipment were on full display along with a large rack of canes, straps and paddles along the wall. Without being told the two “boys”, with Harry following Bruce’s lead, stood at attention, with hands behind their heads and feet well apart, in front of a comfortable sofa that Mrs Stevens and Sophie sat down on.

The first order was for both of them to strip, place their skimpy clothes on a side table and return to the position. Sophie was not surprised to see that her boy had an erection but was most surprised to see that Bruce was wearing a plastic restrainer over his penis. Unlike her own boy, he was shaved of all body hair.

“It’s always a matter for the owner to decide on shaving and restraints,” said Mrs Stevens, “ It helps keep their things from sticking out all the time, especially if you use one of the ones designed to make any swelling somewhat painful. This one must be a bitch to wear as it has little spikes around the inside which he will feel if he swells up at all, which he seems to be doing right now. For some strange reason he always seems to get a stiffy before I punish him, perhaps it’s the embarrassment of being naked in front of us females. He soon loses it once the strap or cane starts to take effect”

From Bruce’s screwed up face Sophie realised that the restrainer was indeed doing its job in discouraging any swelling.

Mrs Stevens went over to a wall rack and unhooked a wooden handled leather strap and handed it to her for examination. It was heavy with the well oiled deep brown leather 18” long by around 3” wide. The thickness gave it its weight being a centimetre thick with several holes to reduce air resistance.

“He usually gets a dose of this every week as he will tonight, but it still seems to cause him some problems.  When he has to oil it the day before he knows that the oil will add to the weight but has no choice. He forgot one week and as I laid on eight strokes I noticed how inflexible it was…so made him spend 15 minutes soaking it properly…then repeated the punishment. It may seem harsh but kindness never pays with these males and the sooner they realise that, the quicker they improve. If you take my boy’s one time almost total inability to give effective oral sex, by the time he came back from the training course he was greatly improved…but he still needs the odd “reminder” across his backside to keep his tongue fully energised.

By the way, Sophie, how is your boy in that respect?”

Blushing with embarrassment, Sophie soon composed herself and knew that a straight answer was required.

“Frankly Mrs Stevens, he is a total failure. He regards that area of me as off limits and rather dirty. I have almost given up on hoping for any pleasure from him”.

Sophie’s blush was immediately mirrored by her boys face as this intimate detail of his failure was made public.

“Well Sophie, the training course that he will undergo will soon take care of that problem, he will be taught not only the finer points of the theory but will then have to demonstrate his abilities to the complete, and I mean complete, satisfaction of a group of ladies who visit the centre. I met them when I collected my boy. They range in age from early twenties up to early fifties and are of all the sizes from slim to rather overweight. They very kindly attend the Centre when one of the students, either male or female require training in giving oral service. They are usually those employed in the public sector so might be a librarian, nurse or policewoman. None of them has the slightest concern for the pleasure of the male or female students so the normal niceties of personal hygiene or laundry fresh underwear simply do not apply and as they usually attend following a hard day’s work…and well… you can imagine what a challenge they give the taste and nasal sensors of their “servers”. By the way, does your boy have any food that he really hates and can’t stand the taste or smell of?”

Sophie thought for a moment and said that he certainly didn’t like anchovies, even on a pizza, and the canned mushrooms that she sometimes used seemed to make made him retch.

“Well,” Mrs Stevens continued “When you get the form for you to authorise his detention and treatment do make sure you include those items. I won’t spoil the fun by telling you how they will use them as part of his training…but it is very effective. And don’t worry, when he has spent time under the leather skirt of a large German Policewoman who has just finished a twelve hour shift on a hot sweaty day, any scents that you might generate will appear pretty pleasant! When I have dealt with my boy I will make a few suggestions on how he might start his training right now before he goes on the course. It will certainly guarantee an improvement on his efforts to date…if he knows what is good for him.”

“A major part of this punishment tonight is for my boy to demonstrate how well trained he is and how he will accept, without too much movement, every single stroke I apply. Believe me, this has only come about following months of training with some pretty harsh additional punishments for any movement.  Hopefully, for his sake, he will remain in position tonight but one can never tell…as I certainly lay the strap on hard.

The purpose of these maintenance beatings is to lay on a measured and constant amount of pain at regular intervals so that the male is in no doubt as to who the boss is. He knows that he will be beaten for no other reason than I feel like it and must simply accept that without question. He is allowed a little movement and the odd exclamation is permitted, but each stroke must be called out clearly and no swearing of any sort is permitted.”

She ordered her boy to take up the “touch toes” position with his feet covering two foot marks on the floor. The position made the buttocks and thighs taut and was obviously not easy to hold. Previous bruising was still visible on his buttocks from earlier punishments.

“Now Sophie, it is time for the event. Find yourself a position where you can see his rear and we can commence. You boy”, she snapped at Harry, ”stand at attention just the other side of the boy and watch what you have coming to you”.

There was a large clock in sight of all of them. Mrs Stevens said that each stroke would be laid on at 60 second intervals giving time for the pain to peak. She reached her hand out and Sophie handed the strap, with some reluctance as she felt some degree of authority by simply holding it.

Mrs Stevens pulled the tight white shirt loose from her skirt waistband and let it hang down. She stood with her feet wide apart and laid the strap over the waiting area. She then watched the clock and as the second hand approached the twelve, raised the strap over her right shoulder and brought it whirring down to land with some force on his buttocks with a loud “crack”.

The boy flinched and managed to say “One thank you Ma’am”,   A wide band of red now lay across the muscled buttocks. The rest followed at the precise interval Mrs Stevens had promised. Each was met with a more obvious reaction as the pain built. The final two strokes of the eight were laid across his thighs just under the anal cleft. From his gasps and shuffling of his feet, these were really effective in causing pain.

Amazingly, apart from the odd gasp and the shuffling of the feet the strap was accepted without any real movement despite the obvious pain that it inflicted. He was however shaking slightly and sweating as he was told to stand. Clearly no comforting rubbing of the area was permitted as he resumed the attention position with a grimacing expression that conveyed the extent of what he felt.

There was no word of encouragement for the stoic acceptance of the beating, she simply pointed to what seemed to be a heavy framework in the centre of the room. Without any further orders Bruce submissively climbed on to it and took up what was obviously a pre-determined position. His knees and lower legs rested on padded supports that were well apart. His torso bent forward and his head was well below the level of his buttocks so that they were thrust upwards. His hands and lower arms were on similar but lower than the supports to his legs and there was a grip for each hand to hold, There were numerous securing straps that could hold his wrists, arms, knees and ankles firmly in place but they were just allowed to hang unused. The target area, his buttocks were well spread and tight with his genitals indecently displayed hanging between his parted thighs.

“ It certainly looks a very exposed and humiliating position. I can see his full genitals and even his anus is exposed, especially as you keep him shaved. Do you make any allowance for any recent punishment? I see that there is some bruising left over from an earlier application and the strap has certainly tenderised the whole area”, asked Sophie.

“You are correct in that his buttocks are marked and therefore a little sensitive but that is entirely his own fault for collecting the earlier discipline. As the boy will tell you I make no allowance and sometimes he has to receive the discipline when very tender indeed rather than just after a relatively mild punishment such as the beating he has just received.  I might then allow him to be secured so that he has no choice other than to accept the pain. If he wishes to have any punishment delayed I will always consider it, but the subsequent application then has to be double what was originally decided. After all, he is here to learn. As to his genitals: when I have decided to give him a special punishment to that particular area it gives me full access and he had better not try to interrupt me. Why don’t you reach between his legs and get a feel of the goods…and don’t worry about being a little rough…that is his problem to deal with. If we are to work together we will both need to acquaint ourselves with each other’s husbands. And remember, you have no need for any concern as to his comfort.”

Sophie was fascinated at the invitation to hold another husbands sensitive scrotum and felt a little cheated that his penis was encased and unavailable. Her boy disliked being even touched on his testes so she firstly cupped the dangling bulbs then hefted them up and down in her palm. The heat from his inflamed buttocks radiated to her wrist as she reached forward between his parted thighs.

“Show him your authority Sophie and give them a firm squeeze to let him know you mean business.”

She did, slowly rolling the bulbs around and rubbing them against each other. She was delighted to see his whole body stiffen with a whispered groan from his throat. Reluctantly, she released him with a final softer squeeze.

Taking advantage of her newly granted authority she then ran her nails down his hot throbbing buttock cheeks and found his twitching but total acceptance somewhat exciting. She wondered how much she could do to him without incurring his owner’s displeasure, but realised that the opportunities to be a total bitch to him were bound to be given to her without her pushing too hard on that particular door.

Mrs Stevens selected a cane from the rack on the wall. It was around three feet in length and made of a flexible plastic material that she demonstrated by flexing it between her hands and swishing it through the cool air. The look of concern on her boys face indicated to Sophie that this instrument was something to be both feared and respected.

“I won’t deny that any cane is something that these boys are really frightened of, especially when they have felt it on many occasions. Stevens here knows only too well just how much a stroke with this hurts, even when his buttocks aren’t still throbbing from the strap. It isn’t the heaviest of my canes but it is still pretty effective at making a point, which in this case is reminding him not to stare at ladies breasts. I never rush a caning but really take my time to ensure that each stroke really counts. Never, by the way, reduce the effort you put into each stroke, If you decide, for some strange reason to go easy…just reduce the number of them.

If he makes any undue noise, fails to hold position or puts his hands anywhere near his rear then I will certainly add extra strokes. He is well aware of this and as he has had much training in acceptance of my authority to inflict pain, hopefully he won’t need extras…but one never knows. On more serious disciplines such as this I usually strip off to get comfortable and so that I don’t get too

sweaty. Today I will remove my blouse. The sight of my brassiere and breasts might remind him of his offence. In fact that has given me an idea that could well enforce the punishment with a little aversion therapy. Sophie, would you mind awfully if I asked you to strip to the waist and squat down just in front of his head where he can see you. Having to look at your breasts during his caning might make him just a little more reluctant to stare at a ladies breasts on other occasions.”

Sophie smiled her acceptance of the idea and was delighted to add to the male’s torments. She quickly removed her top and then slipped her bra down over her breasts noting the way her nipples had hardened without any stimulation from her. As a final contribution, mainly for her own amusement she squatted low down with knees wide to give the male a superb view up her skirt of her tight and rather damp panty crotch.

Mrs Stevens soon stood there in her skirt and white half cup bra with Sophie noting how she certainly needed the support of the cups, being as she put it, well-endowed. She took up position on the left of Steven’s up thrust buttocks, tapped the cane across the midpoint between the thighs and the upper part of his cleft, raised the cane back over her right shoulder and brought it whistling down to slash across the waiting flesh. Stevens jumped as if shocked and uttered a low groan. The white line rapidly coloured to red by the time the second hand had traversed 60 seconds and the second stroke was descending. This impacted just a centimetre below the first and exactly parallel to it.

The third stroke was delivered with what seemed to be even more force and after it flexed off the rapidly striated flesh Mrs Stevens had to stop to ease her right breast back into its cup having had the nipple poke cheekily over the upper seam.

Stroke after stroke lashed into Steven’s unprotected buttocks with the ridges marching down the cheeks towards the sulcus between the buttocks and his thighs. She paused just before the tenth stroke and rubbed the cane up into the deep crease. She drew her hand back and brought the swishing plastic cruelly into that crease causing him to lurch up with the pain and momentarily release the hand grips. He had just regained control when the second lashed home in the same place.

It obviously caused Stevens total agony and even though he managed to keep his grip he was now whimpering and sweating profusely

“Ones in this area always seem to cause the most pain” she muttered casually, “But of course, that is why I give them there”.

She bent forward, rubbed the cane back and forth over the thickening weal to judge her aim and brought it back down actually lifting the large buttocks upwards as it dug in.

Sophie stole a glance at her boy who was visibly pale knowing that this was merely an example of how he could be flogged. Bruce was shaking but still awaiting the order to stand and panting hard as he absorbed the pain.

Mrs Stevens then walked round to her boys head, leant forward so that her barely covered breasts were in full view and spoke.

“You should now ask yourself whether your leering at the ladies breasts was really worth it and whether you will be so insolent again, because if you ever do, I will repeat this punishment without hesitation.”

She then took Sophie on one side:

“ We will start on your boy in a little while but when a punishment has been administered and whilst the pain is still felt, I always like to reinforce the experience with an interview session. May I suggest you take up a seat in one of the comfortable armchairs and I will have Stevens kneel in front of you for you to question him on the punishment and how he feels. You could satisfy your curiosity on any aspect of his training especially on what Mrs Curzon does with him. Feel free to inspect him and if you feel he needs to be hurt-go right ahead. This is your opportunity to demonstrate to me how you are capable of handling, humiliating and disciplining a male that you have under your authority”.

She then made several points and suggestions as to how Sophie could conduct the interview.

“Naturally he may be a little reluctant to answer you but I have a way of discouraging any hesitation and it is up to you to continue in the same style until he is fully disciplined.”

With that she produced a pair of what seemed to be grips joined by a short silver chain. Having ordered him to the present position she calmly applied a grip to each nipple watching him grimace even more as the teeth bit into his tender flesh, then handing Sophie the cane she had just used waved her to the chair and ordered the boy to take up his position kneeling in front of her, knees wide apart, hands behind his head and elbows back. His eyes were in what was presumably a submissive position, staring at her feet.

Sophie did and said nothing. Sitting well forward on the edge of her chair just inches from the naked body she slowly looked the naked trembling male up and down revelling in the feeling of absolute power over him that she now had. She would, of course be hurting and humiliating him but that would come later. First she would build his confidence so that he would at least start from a reasonable level of self-esteem.

“Are you still in pain from your discipline boy?” she quietly asked.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“And do you agree that you deserved every stroke that Mrs Stevens gave you? Again he agreed.

“I’m fascinated as to your reasons for your offence. You are well aware of your subservient position in this house and yet you still indulged your lustful tendencies in staring at the lady’s breasts. I can only assume that you have yet to learn your true position in life. I wonder if, perhaps, a harsher thrashing would achieve that state more rapidly instead of your wife’s repeatedly erring on the humane side and caning you in such a lenient way. Would you agree?”

What could he say other than to mumble that he would have to accept whatever his owner thought to be necessary.

“Was there anything special about this lady’s breasts? Were they in any way sexier than your owners…or perhaps mine? You may look at me breasts so that you can form an opinion”

They were smaller than Mrs Steven’s but possibly the most perky examples he had seen in the flesh. The nipples were jutting out and at least half an inch log with a decided upward tilt. He knew that being told to look at them was some sort of trap, but his instincts overcame his fears and he openly stared at them just a few feet in front of him. All too soon the pain in his rear and the pain in his nipples was joined by the constrictive effects of the chastity tube on his penis.

At this point Sophie slowly parted her legs stretching her knee high skirt until its size restricted any further spread. It was however wide enough to give the boy more than a glimpse of her thighs and crotch causing the pressure on his inflating penis to cause even more pain.

“Before I start my examination I think I should remove your tube. Would you be so kind as to pass me the key and the equipment you mentioned earlier Mrs Stevens? I will take your advice as he hasn’t been released from the chastity tube for four weeks and start by cleaning him thoroughly.”

She was handed a dish on which lay a couple of damp linen cloths and a tube of some sort. Next to this was a key. Having ordered him to stand at the present position she reached forward with the key and slowly undid the lock in the plastic device. It easily came apart and having removed it the previously encased organ immediately sprang to the fully erect position. The foreskin was already retracted and the glans looked red and sore, particularly around the rim at the back where deep red blotches showed where the cruel prongs built into the tube had been forced into the soft flesh by its uncontrollable expansion.

“How long is it since you cleaned your penis boy?”  she enquired.  She already knew it was several weeks since it was last removed for sexual relief and therefore the opportunity to clean it.

“It really is in a most disgusting and cheesy state. I will have to clean it and if that proves a little uncomfortable, you only have your own poor standards of personal hygiene to blame.” Sophie gently applied cream from the tube along the top of the rather smelly organ. She had been amused to read that the cream was in fact a paste with abrasives that was normally used to remove dead skin from ladies feet. Seizing the damp cloth she rubbed the paste all around the glans, especially the sore rear rim, then rubbed vigorously. The reaction from the boy was instant and he lurched forward but just managed to hold himself in position.

She was thorough and the rubbing and wiping went on for three painful minutes until she was satisfied that the organ was totally clean. The abrasive paste did have the effect of reducing his erection but she knew that this would soon return giving her more scope for complaint.

“I think I will start by checking on the area that has just been punished. Turn around, spread your feet wide and bend over with your hands on your knees.”

This placed his buttocks in line with her face. They were still radiation heat and the wide bands left by the strap could be seen overlaid with the ridges made by the cane that were swollen and red. Across the tops of both thighs the triple weal had swollen even more and was now tinged with blue. She was able to pinch the one on either thigh with each set of fingers and squeezed hard to his obvious distress. She then drew her long sharp finger nails vertically down over the higher ridges which seemed to cause as much pain. Finally she reached between the parted legs and gave his scrotum a gentle squeeze telling him to resume the original position.

“Look at my breasts again boy.” She said gently lifting them both with her hands. She then stroked her nipples and pinched them gently. “I wonder how painful your own nipples are……. bend forward.”

As he did so she slowly released the clamp on his right nipple allowing the blood to painfully recirculate and heard him gasp. She then slowly removed the right one to an equal exclamation.

“I am going to indulge in a little aversion therapy with you Stevens. I want you to lean forward and touch your finger tips on my nipples. You may stare as hard as you wish but as you get closer I will squeeze your nipples which are probably very sensitive following the removal of the clamps.” She reached up and gripped each tenderised nipple with the fingers of either hand. He nervously reached forward but as she increased the pressure he backed his hands away grimacing at the new pain.

“I have given you a perfectly simple order…to touch my nipples. Now unless you carry that out I will arrange to have you in nipple clamps for some time…and believe me…with the way yours feel now you wouldn’t want that.”

He knew that he would have to make contact and accept any pain she wanted to apply to his throbbing teats. Gritting his teeth he reached forward and as he touched the upturned nipples of this dominant she both squeezed and twisted his. It was sheer agony but her remained in contact for a few seconds actually enjoying the feel of the rubbery protrusions before retreating.

“Good, much better” she exclaimed with a smile. “Now you have permission to watch me.”

She then gently started to run her hands all over the breasts flicking the nipples to full and magnificent erection.

“Now remember boy that every peep carries a price….hands on head… and lean down towards me!”

She gripped both throbbing nipples, squeezed and twisted. The pain showed on his face as the already tender teats were taken to a new savage height of pain. “You will slowly repeat the following …ten times… as I apply the aversion therapy to you: I must not leer at ladies breasts at any time.”

He could hardly speak but knew that the only way to relieve the cruel pain was to follow her instructions, which he did until finally she released him from her nipple grip.

When the whimpering male was back in the kneeling with legs apart in front of her she commenced the next part of his ordeal. He was told that he would start by giving a full description of Mrs Curzon, her dress, her manner and her methods. Just in case he was inhibited from talking about a lady that clearly frightened him Mrs Stevens assured him that the slightest prevarication on his part would result in Miss Sophie applying more pressure to his chest area. He was also to look Sophie in the eyes as he spoke so that any reluctance or hesitation could be easily seen….and dealt with. To emphasise this point Sophie held the well-used cane in her right hand and firmly pressed the tip on each of his swollen nipples. Mrs Stevens also reminded him that as she knew the lady well, his descriptions had better be accurate.

She was, it would seem from the boy, a well-built lady of around thirty years of age. She was about five feet ten inches tall and from her heavy but firm build spent much time in the gym. She had short dirty blonde hair and a round plain face with thin lips and a prominent nose. She dressed formally for discipline sessions in a male type shirt, grey skirt and knee boots. It would seem that she often stripped off some of her outer clothes and wore old fashioned white corsets that extended over her full sized white panties and clipped on to thick black stockings. Her breasts were large and she felt they required a heavy white maximum support brassiere that merged into her stiff tight corset.

She never gave the slightest hint of a smile and tolerated absolutely no dissent from her subjects always looking for any error that needed correcting. Her reputation amongst owners who required effective training for their servants was legendary and to any of the servants, the mere threat of sending for her to deal with a situation was usually enough to ensure immediate total obedience. It wasn’t just that she was unfailingly severe in inflicting punishment but also her remarkable skills in finding new and original methods of inflicting discipline and humiliation that made her so feared.

Her maid, who always accompanied her was somewhat older and in her early forties. She was an attractive slightly overweight lady with fair hair in a bun and dressed in a humiliating schoolgirl style with shirt, tie and skirt. It was obvious from her demeanour that she was totally under the authority of Mrs Curzon, referred to her as “Madam” and was in a constant state of nervous fear in case she gave cause for complaint. Stevens had been present at one evenings gathering of these dominant ladies where poor Stockton, as she was called, was used as a demonstration subject to allow Mrs Curzon to demonstrate her methods to the ladies. Stockton was told to bend over touching her toes, place her feet wide apart, her skirt flipped up, panties pulled down and twelve hard strokes of the cane were laid on by Mrs Curzon over what were her already bruised buttocks. It clearly hurt like hell but the woman accepted every stroke without a murmur or any movement apart from flinching. The way her most private areas were displayed must have been desperately humiliating for the woman who was older than many present but worse was to follow.

She was ordered to remove her tie, shirt and skirt and stand in just her underwear with her baggy panties around her knees. Mrs Curzon began by explaining that Stockton was subjected to certain restrictions. In particular she was required to wear the panties that Mrs Curzon had worn the previous day irrespective of their condition. She was allowed to wear her own bra’s but they were ones bought from charity shops and somewhat worn and discoloured. Furthermore, she had to bathe in Mrs Curzon’s bathwater often when it had cooled to an uncomfortable level. These restrictions and many more were designed to keep her constantly aware of her lowly status. Add to these indignities was the constant threat of being punished, often in front of any visitors who may be present and even worse, on occasions being loaned to other dominants who were given a free hand to keep her on, as Mrs Curzon put it, the straight and narrow.

Using a long cane as a pointer Mrs Curzon pointed out the various areas of her body that could be punished with some sort of applied pain. This covered the usual buttocks, backs of thighs, shoulders but also the breasts, fronts of thighs, inner thighs, calves, soles of her feet and , making her spread her legs wide and running the cane into her hairy crotch, her pudenda and anal cleft.

She was then told to remove her bra and panties and place her hands on her head. Jabbing at the breasts with the tip of the cane, Mrs Curzon said that an application of a special ultra thin plastic rod across the breasts could also produce good results in changing her attitude. Although because of the droop the underside needed to be lifted up to expose the area properly. She then added that this had been recently done and if the ladies would care to check the marks were still visible.

The opportunity was well received and a good ten minutes were then taken up with the poor woman’s breasts being savagely manhandled as they were examined and the nipples gripped between fingers to lift them clear of the chest to expose the faded blue lines in the white soft underneath.

Sophie then returned to the subject of his formal thrashing that Mrs Curzon had given him. It seems that she listened carefully to his owner’s complaint and then suggested that she be allowed some discretion in the way he would be disciplined. She suggested that she use one of the plastic canes with the rubber grip handle and showed Mrs Stevens the selection she had with her. Each was a vicious cruel looking implement the sole purpose of which was to inflict pain. There was much discussion as to the merits of the thin or thicker, long or shorter types with lots of experimental swishing by both ladies to the boy’s visible concern. Eventually they settled on a three foot long and just over a ¼ inch thick highly flexible one as the means of delivering the pain. They also mutually agreed that Mrs Curzon would inflict 36 firm strokes that would leave him with no doubt as to his error.

Mrs Curzon then came out with one of her suggestions that made her so popular with the owners and so frightening to the servants. She explained how irritated it made her when a male under sentence displayed an erection and how she felt that any sexual element would reduce the effectiveness of her strokes as he would be on some sort of endorphin high. She told Mrs Stevens that she always recommended that the males be thoroughly drained of any ejaculate so that he would be concentrating more on the pain than the sexual overtones such as the way Mrs Curzon and the lady witnesses were dressed. Mrs Stevens readily agreed to whatever Mrs Curzon thought best and soon the hapless male was standing at the naked present in front of the assembled ladies with his penis sticking out in front of him.

Mrs Curzon spoke briefly of the need to make this event as uncomfortable and humiliating as possible and ordered her girl forward. She was still naked herself and knew exactly what her owner wanted of her. She had a small tray with her and proceeded to put on a pair of ridged kitchen latex gloves. She then stood behind him with her matronly breasts pressing into his back, put her left hand round his waist to hold his testes in her hand and her right hand round to grip his rigid penis in her fist. His glans was still sore from the earlier harsh cleansing and the firm grip of the ridged rubber gloves was far from pleasant, in fact it verged on the painful.

The girl started what would be her relentless pumping of the tender organ and surprisingly soon Stevens tensed  and delivered his first ejaculation that shot some way forward of his penis. As if nothing had happened she continued her action and tightened her grip on his scrotum. It took some minutes but success was again achieved.

His description of the subsequent thrashing was slow and hesitant as if even the recounting of the experience was painful. It seemed that Mrs Curzon laid the strokes on at 30 second intervals so the whole allocation took some twenty agonising minutes before he was left gasping and with his buttocks wealed and throbbing.

At this point Mrs Stevens took Sophie to one side with a suggestion:

“From what you have told me your boy is totally useless at giving oral service. May I suggest that we use some time at the end of the evening to start his training in that respect? How would it be if I lent you my boy to do the honours and make yours watch. We would have to set boundaries of course, I always find that oral sex is always that much more energetic if the boy is beaten just before he commences. Being in pain seems to greatly increase his respect for the lady who has thrashed him and therefore his enthusiasm to please her. Naturally he will be told of the penalty for any lack of success on his part. If he gets say…eight with the heavy strap before he starts and is told that he will get up to twelve more at the conclusion if he has failed to achieve …say three orgasms…he will be entirely focussed on the task. Naturally he will be rewarded by being let off four strokes for every successful orgasm so his target of not being beaten again is well within his reach.”

Sophie was shaken by the thought. Firstly she would be able to thrash someone other than her husband then have him made to give her the most intimate sexual contact in front of him and finally lay on more strokes over the boy’s bruised backside when he had finished.

“That sound rather exciting!” she smiled, “But I am already rather damp and sweaty down there and will need to freshen up before allowing him near me.”

Mrs Stevens found her concerns rather amusing.

“No Sophie, he is under orders and your personal freshness is of no concern. Even if you hadn’t washed for days he would still have to get his tongue in there and clean you with his tongue or face the consequences. Admittedly this took him some time to accept but I have to thank the German ladies for providing both the challenging bodies and the thorough thrashings for the slightest hesitation on smell or taste grounds. Believe me he is now utterly obedient in this area. As he starts the service with a recently beaten and throbbing backside he will do everything in his power to please you and not attract more of that strap.”

Sophie becoming increasingly disposed to trying out Mrs Steven’s boy, suggested that it was now time for Hardy to take his first proper “maintenance”. Mrs Stevens thought that eight slaps with the heavy strap should start him off on the right lines but suggested that as he is inexperienced he be strapped down for the first time as the sudden pain may be difficult for him to accept without undue movement.

It took but seconds to order the boy over the horse and for both ladies to secure the restraining straps. He was now entirely at their mercy and they were both determined to make his first “Maintenance” as memorable as possible.

“Remember Sophie that this is not a punishment but simply a regular reminder of his subservient position. It has to hurt, but compared with a disciplinary or a training punishment it won’t be too bad for him.” She handed Sophie the implement and stood back.

Sophie stood to his left and laid the heavy strap over the raised buttocks watching the involuntary twitching of both muscles. She raised the strap over her right shoulder, paused, and brought it cruelly down over the white surface with a loud crack.

There was a micro second pause before the pain hit and he strained against his straps gasping loudly. Before he could even think of relaxing the second stroke hit home, then the third and all the others at just a few second intervals. Sophie later admitted that her feeling of absolute power had created a situation in which she simply laid the strap on as hard as she could with little thought of finesse. To her boy, as he lay there with waves of burning pain consuming his buttocks he was almost in shock and visibly shaking.

Mrs Stevens grunted. ”Well, Sophie, that was hard enough but a little over the top on speed. You will find that an interval between strokes really makes the pain drag out and is therefore much more effective. You could obviously benefit from some practice and as you are about to be served by Stevens here, you may start by giving him his eight and make sure he feels that you have the authority to really make him suffer. Fortunately his other beatings earlier will ensure that he is fully receptive to more pain and of course, you must on no account ease off because he is somewhat bruised and tender.”

Turning to her hapless husband she addressed him in a curt and formal manner.

“You, Stevens will now be given the honour of sexually serving Miss Sophie here. You will follow her orders to the letter and perform tongue service to any part of her body and in any position that she takes up. You will be assessed on the number of orgasms she experiences and will be beaten by her at the conclusion should you fail to achieve at least three, so it will be four strap strokes for every one of the three that you fail to provide. I would add that any hesitation or complaint on your behalf and you will have me to deal with in addition to Miss Sophie’s beatings. To ensure that you start the service in the correct frame of mind she will be giving you eight hard ones with the strap…so that you will fully appreciate her authority and ability to inflict pain. She will make no allowance for your existing weals and bruises as they are present entirely as a result of your previous errors.

Do you understand?”

Stevens respectfully muttered his agreement.

Sophie looked around the room as she realised that the service would be carried out in that place. She was more than apprehensive that it would be witnessed by her husband and her boss but realised that this would be the first real test of her dominant abilities in front of Mrs Stevens. Any inhibitions were soon overcome at the prospect of her receiving good oral sex for the first time since her marriage. If a little pain had to be inflicted on this male to achieve this, that was hardly her concern.

She took the proffered strap from Mrs Stevens and ordered the woman’s husband to bend over, legs together to protect his scrotum and grasp his lower legs. She knew that the taught position of his buttocks would add to the impact of the strap and that applying it over the heaviest part of the weals and bruising would ensure its effectiveness. She intended that he would indeed be in pain when he commenced his service and be totally aware of the extent of the further pain to come if he failed to satisfy her fully.

She raised the now familiar strap over her shoulder and brought it down across the tender junction of thigh and buttock where the heaviest weals lay. It struck home with a dull thud and Stevens yelped and struggled to maintain his position. Remembering the earlier criticism of her technique she waited for what must have been a full two minutes watching the boy’s bruised muscles twitching until she brought the strap down even harder.

Across the same agonized band of flesh.

This time he whinnied in pain and his knees flexed as he fought to hold his position. Sophie knew that if she managed to make him break his position she would achieve both her aim of impressing Mrs Stephens with her severity and at the same time frightening her victim into trying even harder to please her when he started with his tongue.

To keep him in suspense she gave the next three across the most protruding curve of his buttocks which hurt like hell, but was at least bearable. This left her three strokes to break him and they were all laid on with the full force of her arm so that the thick leather hit the sore, throbbing and scorched upper thighs. The eighth was the final straw on this particular camel’s back. He knew that the repercussions would be appalling for him but he could not stop himself falling to his knees clutching a hand to the top of each thigh.

He lay at their feet with eyes clenched shut but tears running down his face and whimpering in pain, Mrs Stevens ordered him to his feet where he stood shaking at attention knowing that worse was to come: She calmly ordered him to place his hands at his sides and spread his legs wide.

“I have lost track of the times that I have had to correct you for your startling inability to remain in position when under punishment boy, but this is really the final insult for you to move when you were  being only moderately disciplined by an inexperienced lady like Miss Sophie here”.

With that she stood back a little and proceeded to slap his face with the forehand and backhand of her right hand. She used considerable force knocking his head hard in each direction until she tired. Sophie thought later that there must have been a dozen slaps to each cheek leaving them red and sore with his ears ringing.

“When Miss Sophie has finished with you I will have no option other than to inflict one of my special punishments that you seem to hate so much. I can but hope that this will go some way to improving your obedience to my orders.”

Sophie looked enquiringly at them both.

“Explain what I mean by special punishment boy!”

Stevens almost stuttered the explanation.

“P.p.please Miss. A Special Punishment is when I have to have my scrotum slapped a number of times with me remaining in position and not trying to avoid the slaps in any way.”

Mrs Stevens went on to explain that she regarded this as a severe punishment and only found it necessary every few months. She really didn’t look forward to doing it but as it was so effective at bringing the boy into line she had no real alternative. It usually required a period of recovery for him afterwards so she would delay it tonight until just before they left, She then said that Sophie should position herself for the intimate service she was about to receive.

Sophie was dressed in a full length summer plain skirt with a sleeveless blouse, Under this were pale stockings supported by a suspender belt, small white bikini panties and a white brassiere. On her feet were black high heeled shoes.

She was led over to a medical type bench and Mrs Stevens asked her to mount it lying on her back. Stirrup devices were then fitted to the front and She was asked to raise her legs to put her heels in each device so that her knees were raised and well parted. She was relieved that her full skirt covered her exposed panties and thighs. Finally she was told to ease herself down the bench raising her buttocks and spreading her thighs even more.

She looked up at Mrs Stevens and repeated her inhibitions and concerns about her personal hygiene.

“Are you sure that I don’t need to…well…I haven’t washed since breakfast…and I did find the thrashing rather exciting…if you know what I mean…and I don’t shave down there so I am well…rather hairy”

Smilingly Mrs Stevens said that it mattered little to her if she hadn’t washed for a week or whether she was bald or like a toilet brush as that was something Stevens would have to deal with, and deal with it without hesitation or comment. She then ordered him to move a small kneeling footrest on which he would kneel under the skirt placing his head at the ideal height.

He was then told to insert himself under the skirt and start working.

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Nipple cla

Bruce made describes Mrs Curzon and her methods

Bruce apologises to the cleaner.

Mrs Stevens turned to Sophie and continued in a low voice:

“I’m somewhat embarrassed to tell you that this isn’t his only offence. I intended that this should be an informal evening where we could look over our respective boys and I could make some suggestions as to how you could develop your relationship…just the two of us as it were. Unfortunately he has stepped so far out of line recently that I am going to have to have him formally disciplined and so I have asked Mrs Curzon to drop by.”

There was an audible gasp from Bruce.

“When I was away for a couple of days on business it seems that the idiot spent time at his golf club. There was some sort of party and one of my lady friends who happened to be there reported that he was visibly drunk. He was seen to leave in his car when clearly he must have been over the limit for driving and was extremely fortunate not to get caught or even worse have an accident. I won’t waste time lecturing him but it will mean that he has to have a rather uncomfortable session in the hands of Mrs Curzon…for which he has only himself to blame.”

Sophie made a mental note that there was no question of asking her husband for his side of the story and that the word of her friend had been accepted without question. She looked up at the male who was pale and trembling as he absorbed what would be happening to him. She found the total control that his wife had strangely exciting as was the terrible acceptance of what was to happen by the male. Anyhow, she felt that the situation wouldn’t be that bad for him as surely, there was a limit to what could be done to him.

Her thought were interrupted by the sound of the door bell, the sound that made Bruce twitch with fear.

“That must be Mrs Curzon boy.” She snapped. “Go and invite her to come and join Mrs Hardy and I  !”

Coconut Island Pt. 1

by:bustedbalz

Once again I stand here with my hands clasped behind my head as the hot, tropical sun beats down upon my body. Stripped of any clothing, the sun shining on my balls causes them to hang low and ever so vulnerable. With my sac completely relaxed they show perfectly like two large walnuts in a thin cloth bag. The left one hanging slightly, lower I prepare myself for what I know is coming: the humiliation and pain of my inspection.

As my keeper approaches, my body becomes tense. She is young and somewhat petite; however, she is quite muscular for such a small one. Her toned thighs and butt are fully exposed as she is clothed in some sort of short loincloth which is worn by all the women on the island. Her skin is black, very smooth in appearance and well kept; her hair is long and dark; and her eyes the darkest brown. All this lends a perfect contrast to her bright white smile which shows from time to time, usually as she revels in some entertainment at my expense.

As my inspection begins, she stands before me, reaches down, and cups my balls in her hand then bounces them a bit as if she is making a mental note of their weight. Then she begins the real inspection as she takes one in each hand and rubs them between her fingers and thumb. I can’t help but flinch as she hits the sensitive nerves that surround my orbs. Before she is finished she will have felt the entire surface of each of my testicles and judged my reaction to each area her finger’s exploration. I grunt and my knees bend with each sharp pain. She has done this before and knows exactly how sensitive the sides of my testicles can be. She enjoys showing these spots extra attention as she continues her humiliating examination. Her eyes locked on my face to see my reaction to her touch while only flashing a quick smile and a giggle when she knows she has found the area that is extra sensitive. Then lastly she begins to squeeze. I know this is her letting me know she is in total control by merely grasping what makes me a man.