Gentle 8
Sullenly, Roger cleaned the pool, arms wrapped in plastic to protect the
plaster. Squinting in the sun, he tried to see if Carol or anyone else was
watching him but couldn't. He felt ridiculous cleaning the pool naked with just
the chastity tube on his throbbing cock and he also felt a little afraid. Carol
or Miss Carol, he corrected himself, was becoming scary but what could he do?
There was no way he was going to attempt to remove the chastity tube and the
thought of having his balls removed made him wince and a little sick.
He looked around as he pushed the big handled brush through the sparkling water
of the pool. Luckily the property was surrounded by a tall brick fence with an
even taller hedge of pine trees outside of the wall so it was completely
private. Staring at the wall and the accompanying hedge, he realized he wasn't
going to climb the wall with his hands in plaster and with no shoes.
Stop thinking of escape, he thought, I am not going to bet my balls on anything.
At last the pool was finished and he wearily walked back to his small apartment
over the garage, falling on the bed.
"Get up!" Carol's ice rang in the room and shocked, Roger looked around but he
was alone. "I said to get up! Carol's voice was low and menacing and Roger
scrambled to his feet. "Look up," and his eyes fell on the small camera that was
attached to the ceiling in such a way that covered the entire room. Carol
laughed, "Yes, there's one in the bathroom and one in the small gym next door so
I can watch you every minute of the day. Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, Miss Carol," he mumbled dejectedly.
"Listen carefully. You are to clean the pool first thing every morning and then
wash my car. I expect both jobs to be completed perfectly. If it's not, I'll add
another week to the time before you get to touch your pathetic little cock
again. Understand?"
Roger trembled at the harshness of her voice and at the thought of not being
able to cum for a long period. "Yes, Miss Carol," he said quickly.
"Then you go to the gym and exercise for two hours. The program is on the wall
and you will follow it to the letter. I'll be watching you and I expect you can
imagine the consequences of not completing the program?" Roger imagined her
smiling and his heart sank at the thought of her adding more time to the
sentence she had applied to his cock. "Good. Thankfully, you've lost some weight
in hospital and now it's time to tone you up. I like my slaves to be buff. You
can eat after that. Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it!"
Roger scurried down to wash the car, the word 'slave' ringing in his ears. Was
that what he was? He resented it but as he wrapped more plastic around his
plastered arms, he realized he had no choice; all control was now in Carol's
hands. Why did his cock squirm, trying to get hard the moment he saw her or even
heard her voice? He knew as the days of denial increased he would do anything
to be able to cum and his heart fell at the realization that the small period of
denial he had suffered through in the hospital was nothing compared to what she
could do to him now.
The car was sparkling and he walked wearily up to the gym, his stomach rumbling
and dutifully followed the intense program Carol had taped to the wall. He
imagined her watching him while sipping a drink, maybe even with friends,
laughing and pointing at him while he puffed his way through the exercises, his
face burning with embarrassment.
His body was coated in sweat as he stood in front of the refrigerator and saw,
to his horror, nothing but healthy food and fruit juices. Grumbling, under his
breath he sat naked at the small table and ate. It was then he noticed his
clothes had gone, obviously taken while he was either cleaning or working out in
the gym. Roger also noted the small television set didn't have any controls or a
remote.
For the next two days, he religiously followed the regime and didn't even see
Carol once in that time. She ordered him to do menial jobs through the camera
and goaded him and threatened him if he even appeared to think of not following
an instruction.
His day finished at five in the afternoon and then, somehow, the television
suddenly switched on and Roger watched old movies or documentaries which all had
some form of sexual content sometimes just beautiful women so Roger's cock was
throbbing when he wearily put out the lights and slept.
On the third day, Carol said, "I feel like some fun," her voice booming in the
small room from the hidden microphone. "Go to the cupboard and put the leather
hood on, don't zip the eyes so you can buckle the harness on with the gag and my
special cock. Hurry up!"
How humiliating, Roger thought, she's making me get ready for her to use me as
her personal vibrator. He slipped the hood on and then opening his mouth to slip
the fat gag in, he buckled the harness on, the fat cock bobbing obscenely in
front of his eyes. "Look in the mirror," she commanded and he did, face burning
at the ridiculous sight. "See how big it is?" she taunted and he could see that
the plastic cocking jutting from his mouth was much bigger than his. "Ok, lie on
the bed and zip the eyes."
Roger waited in darkness until he heard the door open, a soft giggle and he
smelt her perfume as she strapped his arms and legs down onto the bed until he
was completely immobilized. "Poor baby," Carol whispered in his ear, "you'd love
to see my pussy, wouldn't you? I expect you would beg and beg just to lick it,
to taste it, wouldn't you baby?" He felt her fingers stroke his chest and he
groaned into the gag, cock throbbing within the relentless metal tube. "You'd
love to hear my little groans of pleasure as I cum, something you can't do until
I say but I can cum anytime I want." Carol laughed and Roger heard her remove
something from the cupboard. "You get to smell me, baby, smell my sweet juices
and imagine. This time I've added a little something to the music." The
headphones slipped over his ears, music started and Roger was robbed of any
sound coming from the room.
He felt her weight shift on the bed and smelt her musky pussy as it was probably
positioned over him. Suddenly Carol's recorded voice boomed in his ears with the
music in the background as the bed began to move and he felt her body move onto
his leather covered face.
"Just imagine, baby," he recorded voice whispered, "my beautiful pussy is
sliding down on the lovely cock right over your face. I can see you so helpless
under me, so close but so far. So close to heaven but I keep it from you."
Her words drove him mad and he was soon whimpering into the gag as in his
darkness he imagined exactly what she painted with her soft and seductive words.
Roger's cock was throbbing painfully and he knew he would do anything to cum,
anything at all for her as long as she relented and let him cum.
So lost was he in his torment, he didn't feel her reach her climax or even get
off the bed until the headphones were removed. "That was really nice," she cooed
softly in his ear. "Cumming is so much fun, isn't it?" Roger whimpered, trying
to get her to relent. "Your teeny cock looks so red, almost purple," Carol
teased, "it must be soooo painful."
Carol's voice changed, became stern. "If you ask to cum, I will add a month to
your sentence. You have given all control or to be more precise, I have taken
all control." A sharp laugh at that. "Accept it or it will be months or even
years before you cum!" Roger trembled at the idea of that and knew without a
doubt she was capable of it. "I'm off to have bath, a long soak," she said as
she untied him. "Make sure you wash my cock before you put it away." Carol
laughed and Roger heard her walk out of the door
Roger managed to get the harness and the hood off and took the plastic cock,
slick with her juices into the bathroom to wash it. He held it in his hands and
wondered what Carol would taste like as his eyes focused on the wet fake cock.
"You want to taste me, don't you?" Carol's voice whispered suddenly from the
hidden microphone and Roger realized she was watching him. "Don't you?" Carol
prodded and he dumbly nodded. "I didn't hear you!"
"Yes, Miss Carol," he said quickly, face burning as he had no idea who else was
watching him.
"You want to lick me off that cock, don't you?"
"Yes, Miss Carol," he whispered.
"You can have a little taste, go ahead, baby, taste me." Trembling, Roger let
his tongue move over the plastic, tasting her drying juices as his face burned
bright red. He couldn't help it, he needed to taste her and his own poor cock
squirmed in the metal tube. "I taste sweet, baby?" Carol teased.
"Yes, Miss Carol," he whimpered as he licked the cock.
"Suck it, baby," and she didn't have to tell him twice. Roger heard her giggle
as he sucked the fake cock but he was beyond caring. "My little cock sucking
slave, you're so sweet. That's enough!" her voice changed and Roger quickly too
the cock from his red face. "Now clean it! No more tasting!"
Carol didn't make any more comments as Roger diligently washed the cock so he
assumed she had gone for her bath. The thought of a naked Carol lying in a bath
made his cock squirm all the more.
He was completely under her control and he wondered what she was planning next
but more importantly, would she relent and let him cum soon?
