MILES’S COUNSELING

ONE

My chastity tube hangs heavily between my legs. It resembles a water faucet, and looks a little odd. Gretchen used to have me in a plastic thing, but she felt that I was too disrespectful in having big erections…and the tube makes it quite cramped!

 

Really, it is. When I get a hard on, it's quickly contained, and I feel this unpleasant squeezing from the metal tube. It was tough enough when I was my wife Gretchen's chastity slave and just had to keep from jerking off, but now I'm in the position of suffering just because I get a little bit aroused.

 

And then of course it looks weird in my pants. Like I have a big hard on all the time. It's not a huge tube, but it's a little wedgy. I have to really stuff it into the toilet to pee, and there's no chance of me using the urinal. Sometimes all the stalls are full, and I can't use the urinal, and I nearly pee myself! And of course the old days of peeing in the back yard are utterly gone. 

 

And I wake up at night with a huge pain in my dick because I've gotten a midnight erection. That's just horrible! It's incredibly painful and Gretchen often laughs to herself as I leave the bed to take a midnight cold shower to calm my disobedient dick down.

 

Last night, Gretchen tied me to a chair and removed this horrible faucet-like tube, and teased me for an hour with a piece of bacon grease soaked dental floss. She knows how to rub it just under the head of my cock, torturing and teasing the frenulum.

 

 "You like that, Milesey" Gretchen asks, as she rubs my poor suffering, bloated dick further. "Wish it was my mouth around your penis, don't you? Forget that one."

 

It's been several months since I last got to masturbate, and she keeps me in a frenzy. Recently I found out she was grinding up Cialis, which is like Viagra, and dropping it in my coffee every couple of days. She never tells me when, so I spend a lot of time wondering "Am I extra-horny right now?"

 

Just pulling the tiny string baaack and forth, it's quite a lot of fun for her. And she wears the most engaging bikini underwear. She's lost a lot of weight in the last year, but the fullness around her boobs and butt is still there!

 

Gretchen ran a long tongue across her full lips and winked at me, and told me that I shouldn't hope to cum, but should learn to stop annoying her by giving the "eye" to young women when we're at the mall.

 

I have no idea what she's talking about! True, like other middle aged men, I look at cute young girls, but I'm about equally successful at attracting them as I was when I was young--zilch. And I try to be well behaved and respectful when I'm with my lovely wife. I really do!

 

But cute girls are everywhere! And they smile at me, and twitch their little asses, and then I sometimes think about sex, and then of course Gretchen notices my look, and she gets annoyed with me...even though she, of course sleeps with almost any man she meets.

 

It's true, that I fantasized about being a chastity slave, and a cuckold, but I really think she takes it a bit far. And I wonder why she gets so upset, just because I react like a normal man...it's really a shame.

 

 

TWO

Sometimes Gretchen would toy with my faucet tube, drumming her fingers on it, seeing if there was any impulse there, and giving me deep kisses. I do love her, despite her devilishness.

 

My balls seem to get so swollen around the edges of the tube, from the impending excitement. What is especially difficult is worshipping Gretchen's body, when she lets me, while wearing it.

Gretchen used to have a short pixie haircut, but it's grown out a bit, in long light brown tresses, and she's curvier than ever, even with the weight loss. I am not allowed to kiss her nipples, but sometimes she lets me lick the underside of her breasts, and I love worshipping her ass...it's so full and creamy!

 

"Gretchen" I've complained "Please let me take off the chastity tube while I'm worshipping you...it's horribly painful, and it distracts me from your soft body."

 

"You know I would, honey, but I'm afraid you'd run and jerk off" Gretchen always replies. "It's been way long since you last got to cum, so I feel safer having you locked up all the time. Except when I tease you, and then of course you're tied up and I can remove the tube. Just live with a little pain, like a good boy."

 

Once, she got so weary of my complaints about my painful penis, that she tied me up, removed the tube and whipped my poor willy until it was small, and then replaced the tube. "Now you've got a small penis that isn't straining against the metal, right?"

 

So I learned not to complain.  Our housemate Tom is also Gretchen's occasional lover, and when he's in the bed with her, I often have to lick and suck his dick, and kiss his inner thighs, and fortunately, I suppose, my penis doesn't harden then. I am almost nauseous with disgust!

 

But I must lick Tom's "area" with the same amount of abandon as I do Gretchen's or she gets mad. She doesn't want Tom "neglected" Imagine! At one time Tom and I were running buddies, we used to chase broads together, and play poker, and watch football, but of course now the relationship has changed forever, because I'm just Gretchen's slave-bitch, so de facto, I'm also Tom's bitch.

 

He's seen me in full makeup and painted nails, and they've dropped me off in drag downtown, telling me to sell my ass and my mouth and bring home some money for them. Tom has also thrown darts at my bare ass when I'm bound, the same way he and I used to throw darts in bars (at the dart board).

 

The first time Gretchen had Tom whip my ass, I was absolutely mortified, but now I'm used to it. He goes over my chore list, and checks to see if there's a hair in the bathtub I've just scrubbed, and if there's any error, over his knee I go!

 

Thankfully, because Gretchen has loosened my anal cavity with larger and larger strap-ons, it doesn't hurt as much when Tom sodomizes me, and sometimes I actually think I have an anal orgasm, if such a thing exists.

 

But I'm so revolted by the whole thing. And I wonder if Tom isn't a little bit gay. He sure enjoys giving me a butt fucking. And then of course I have to lick the shit and cum off his dick, because he's so hygienic.

 

"That's one reason I don't kiss you much, baby" Gretchen told me recently. "I am worried that you might have little tapeworms in your mouth or something from rimming Tom's butt. But I encourage you to do it, after all, you have to have something that you're good at!"

 

And that is probably when I get kind of an attitude. I really understand that it's good for my training to sub to a man, perhaps, but I don't see why I should be punished by not getting to kiss my wife. And that gets me to the point where I'm reluctant to be with Tom and Gretchen together.

 

And this was when Gretchen decided that I needed counseling! The first counselor she took me to was a dominatrix called Viper. Viper is tall and has curly red hair, and is pretty and innocent looking and quite buxom--in the office when we went, she was wearing a bright blue halter top and a short skirt, and didn't look much like a counselor.

 

"I understand your problem, Gretchen. Miles is supposed to WANT to submit to your lovers, to relish it. But it seems like he's still trapped in his patriarchal roles." Viper said sadly.

 

"But I don't want to submit to Tom." I said. "I understand that Gretchen needed me to be shown what my role is as a submissive, but I feel like I'm not having that much fun in the kinky role-playing department. Do you think maybe we should take a break and go back to vanilla sex?"

 

Gretchen and Viper looked at each other and burst out laughing.

THREE
Viper looked very severely at me. "You don't get the option of going back, Miles. Gretchen tells me you pressured her to get interested in the BDSM life, and now that you're in it, you need to get used to the fact that she's not going back...you're so demanding."

 

Gretchen chimed in. "That's right, he is demanding. Last night I was feeling really generous, and I tied Miles down and removed his tube and gave him a nice massage on his penis with my toes, and it was fun, and his dick got all purple, and he was gasping, because it's been a while since he was allowed to cum...

 

 It was actually so much fun, rubbing my toes up and down his long, thick dick, and patting my arch on his ball sack. Most men would appreciate that I know...and certainly the sight of his tortured schlong is great evidence of the good work I'm doing. At one point he began precumming, and I made him lick it off my toes, because it got so soggy. You'd think Miles would realize what a lucky guy he was, to have a wife who was this focused on his training, right? And he seemed like he was having such a good time, but then...

Miles began begging and then ORDERING me to let him cum! What kind of attitude is that, Viper? What's going on with this guy? I just don't get it!"

 

Viper smiled, and toyed with her long strawberry tresses. She could see that my eyes were on her...she was probably used to male attention. She did give me a gentle smile, and I appreciated it.

 

But what she said next really bugged me. "Miles, like all men, is primarily focused on his own pleasure, Gretchen. You must understand that. All men are. It's all they think about...me, me, me. That's why you actually have to prolong the time between their orgasms. They have to focus on you, the Goddess and prime reason for their being."

 

Viper smiled, and my heart turned to mush. She seemed so sweet! And she looked a lot like the Mary Jane chick, Kirsten Dunst, in Spider man, with better boobs, but she was dangerous, which of course is why she is called Viper.

 

"My husband, Guthrie for the longest time was allowed to masturbate twice a year into a condom, and then drink it, and he was in chastity the rest of the time." Viper said this, smiling, as if it wasn't HORRIBLE. "But even then  I perceived that Guthrie was focusing on his orgasms, and it wasn't as if he wasn't getting milked from the rear to reduce the pressure on his prostate. He just wanted to CUM."

 

Gretchen laughed and looked at me accusingly.

 

"But now" Viper said sunnily"Instead of giving Guthrie an orgasm for his birthday, and for Christmas, I go out and buy him a nice necktie. And he stays locked up. Guthrie hasn't had an orgasm now in three years, and his attitude towards me is immeasurably better, I think."

 

Gretchen thought this was great. "I would love to completely shut off Miles's orgasms, but that might be too much for him, seeing as he watches me fucking all the time. I think it's enough, probably that I keep them limited."

 

Viper cocked her adorable head. "Well, I don't know. Limits can be set by the submissive sometimes. One sub I have is really strict on himself. He rubs his dick on the side of the shower wall once a week. The first week he rubbed 100 times before he came, so he decided the next time if it took him more than a hundred rubs, he would deny himself, and so for several weeks, he was really horny, as he had to walk out of the shower, crying, not being able to cum with 100 rubs or less. Then he finally came  after 91 rubs, and so he set the new limit at 91. Now he's at 33 rubs, and he has been celibate, no orgasms for 18 months because he will not allow himself to cum unless he can do it in less than 33 rubs. But he's a rare, unselfish type, unlike your Miles."

 

And then both Viper and Gretchen both looked at me with anger in their eyes!

 

What the fuck, why would I want to be like some lunatic who rubs his DICK against a shower wall? That's fucking insane. These women are disturbed. But the fact was, I had no protection against the whims of a dominant woman. It was hopeless. Thinking of the power that Gretchen had over me, my dick hardened against the chastity tube, and I winced.

 

"You’re right, Viper. There's little hope for poor Miles." Gretchen said. "What a remarkable man that shower slave must be!"

 

Viper smiled. "Yes, Christophe is wonderful. And week after week, he comes to me, and I tie him up and run my lotion covered fingers around his cock and balls until he is gasping with desire, but he never asks me to let him cum...I just untie him and send him home, and he stays unstimulated till Sunday nights when he rubs his poor penis thirty-three times on the side of the wet wall. He doesn't even get his prostate milked, which worries me."

 

"But the poor thing!" Gretchen commented. "What if he never cums again? Don't you think you should like, order him to jerk off or at least get milked?" Gretchen shook her head, and looked at me thoughtfully. I hope she doesn't get any ideas.

 

"He just won't listen." Viper sighed. "I am quite cruel to him in some sessions, if it's that time of the month, I whip his bare buttocks with a blacksnake quirt and make him suck on my bloody tampons. He will do anything I ask it seems, except have an orgasm. He says he doesn't deserve it. That's a great attitude, one your husband should emulate."

 

Viper sipped her water, leaving a full glossy lip print on the glass. "Christophe is so willing to learn. He told me he was afraid of drinking my urine, and I trained him in the cutest way. He loves my full, beautiful breasts, and so I soaked a sexy French demibra in pee, and then put it on, and told him he could kiss all he wanted until he'd sucked the pee out of it...and we had a pleasant half hour, after which of course I took a bath!

 

And then the next week, when he wanted to do it again, I said 'No, now you've proven you like urine, so you can just drink it out of the dog bowl, like the Fido you are' This broke his heart, he cried, because there would be no more kissing of my honeys, but he was then ready to take in urine the old fashioned way--drinking it!"

Viper told us a fascinating story about growing up in a female dominated household. She was called Vicki then, so you have to remember that while I repeat it verbatim

 

When Vicki was in high school, her mother brought her into the parlor and told her that she had some information for her. "Vicki, as you probably have noticed, I exert a bit of control over your father and your brothers, more so than perhaps the mothers of your friends, dear...you have a later curfew than either of your older brothers, and I don't try to control you, though I have three men I closely supervise."

 

Vicki smiled and nodded at her mother, who looked very much like Donna Reed in the old TV shows. It was true, they grew up in a fairly blue-collar neighborhood, but Pop didn't spend a great deal of time with the other men at the pool hall or guzzling beer at Rupert's Brewmeister, though he went once in a while, but was always back by eleven.

 

Vicki's older brothers, Denson and Harvey also kept the eleven o'clock hour when they went out, either with their friends, or with girls, even though they were adults, and had full time jobs. They gave Mom their pay envelopes unopened, and she kept them both on allowances.

 

Vicki remembered that once or twice Dens, an apprentice electrician, had tried to rebel, and just give Mom some of his pay, and Mom had actually taken her 20 year old brother's jeans down and flogged him with an old carriage driving whip, telling him that he had to obey her rules or move out of the house.

 

Vicki had wondered at the time why Dens didn't just move--he made a really good living, even as an assistant, and could have lived quite comfortably, but after the thrashing he'd cried in Mother's arms and promised to try and change.

 

Vicki had also heard Mom chastising Pop behind closed doors, and heard the crack of the carriage driving whip, but she'd not thought too much about it, being a self-centered adolescent who was focused on boys, the roller rink, makeup and "Tiger Beat" magazine.

 

But sitting here with Mom, Vicki got the impression that Mother wanted to convey some sort of important message to her. "Vicki, now that you're a young woman, I want your help with your father and your brothers. I'm a rather busy person, as you know, and I know you were telling me that you'd like to get a part-time job so you don't have to ask me for spending money, but I could actually pay you to do babysitting right here  in this house."

 

Vicki looked somewhat puzzled, and so Mom put two fingers in her mouth and whistled, and Dad came down into the parlor. "Yes, dear?" he asked genially, smiling at his young daughter.

 

"Dudley, darling, I have decided to apprise Victoria of your status here in the home so she can assist me in looking after you and the boys. Dud, I want you to strip, please, so she can see your Iron Maiden."

 

Vicki's father Dud looked horrified. "She's, she's just a teenage girl! I think that's probably not a good idea, Shirley." But as Vicki watched her mother, Shirley leaned back, and the material around her breasts tightened, and she frowned, and she idly picked up a large wooden hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table.

 

As Vicki watched, Shirley tapped the brush against her right hand and looked even more severely at Dud, who finally swallowed and with an apologetic look at his daughter, began undressing slowly. He was wearing a coverall, as he worked for a 2-way radio installation factory, and after he stepped out of it, Vicki could see that Dud was wearing a steel pouch around his penis and balls.

 

"Well, what do you think, Vicki, dear?" Shirley asked her daughter, who looked somewhat amazed. "Your Pop has been locked up in this thing for eight years, you probably remember before that when he used to drink and smoke crack and carry on, but since I've locked him in this, he's been a pretty good guy."

 

Shirley leaned over and, using a key from the coffee table, unlocked the Iron Maiden, showing Vicki her Pop's swollen penis. "Your Pop used to surf the Internet and look at these sites, and fantasize about his Iron Maiden, but apparently having one locked on is a bit much for him. No more being a man and peeing in the back yard. He has to sit down like a lady now!"

 

Vicki looked at Dud, whose face was bright red. He was terribly embarrassed, and then he was a little startled as his cute teenage daughter reached over and began rubbing her manicured fingers on his big dick. "Don't worry, Pop, I just feel so bad for you, being all locked up like this!"

 

Mom looked at Pop accusingly. "Look how excited you get, being touched by your own daughter!" But she didn't seem all that upset, and probably she'd expected this.

 

Vicki got a big kick out of watching Dudley moan and groan as she played with his cock, and then suddenly, she noticed that his legs were trembling. Vicki was no stranger to car-date hand jobs, and she looked anxiously at her mother, knowing Pop was about to cum.

 

Mother calmly picked up the hairbrush and leaned over and whacked Pop's dick with the brush side twice, and both women watched in entertainment as tears came to his eyes and he bit his lip.

 

"Your behavior is execrable" Mom said, as she ordered Dudley to lie across her lap, and then she began whacking Dud's butt with the brush and he began crying harder. Normally Pop was the soul of masculinity, and he gritted his teeth if he hit his finger with a hammer or something, but Vicki noticed that his personality changed radically under this situation.

 

Finally Mom put the brush down. "Now go stand in the corner, young man." she ordered, and Pop, weeping, got up and went to the corner (Vicki noted that his dick was harder than ever) and stood in the corner, his blazing butt on display.

 

"I have your father and your brothers all in Iron Maidens" Mom said genially to Vicki, "And also Mr. Fenzel, from next door. His wife used to be his dominant key holder, but she's passed on, now, and so I see to him, and he, in turn, has given us some generous financial gifts in the way of bearer bonds, and possibly I will be able to send you to art school when you graduate next year."

 

Later on Harvey came home. Unlike his father and brother, Harvey was not a skilled laborer, and just packed boxes in a baby shoe bronzing company.

First Harvey noticed Vicki, and said "I have something private to discuss with you Mom." But then he noticed that his father was naked in the corner, and perhaps he re-thought things.

 

Mom said "Harvey, I've told Vicki everything, and I'm going to teach her about our lifestyle. Let me guess what you want. You're going on a date with Pineda Gomez, and you want the key to your belt."

 

Harvey, shamefacedly, nodded. "I-I-how did you know?"

 

Shirley smiled. "Pineda''s mother and I are close, and when Graciella told me, I gave her the key to your belt. Pineda will decide if you get lucky tonight dear."

 

Harvey's jaw dropped, and Mom turned to Vicki. "We are not the only femdom household in this city, dear." Then Mom smiled. "Of course possibly Harvey didn't know this about the Gomez family."

 

Harvey sighed. "But Mom, I told you that--well we made a deal, right? If I cleaned the gutters and did a couple nights of Trollop Duty, you'd give me a chance to have my belt off, right?"

 

Mom smiled. "Yes, darling. And you are getting the chance. Pineda will be generous. You may not get to cum with her, but certainly you will have the chance to try."

 

Vicki asked what Trollop duty was. Harvey begged Mom not to inform her.

 

"Dear, twice a week your father and brothers dress in feminine clothing and makeup, and they prostitute themselves near our local military base, and we use the money for the neighborhood Gardening Club, and of course I am putting part of it away so you can go to art school as I said earlier. You're the only smart child I have, and you deserve a good education."

 

Mom looked up at Harvey, who was still reeling from the news that little Vicki was the "only smart child" in the family. "Darling, I want you to know that Vicki will be in charge of your orgasms and supervising your chores now. I don't have as much time as I used to, and she will be picking up the slack."

 

Harvey looked quite upset. But Vicki could tell that he was truly terrified of Mom. It puzzled her that such a muscular, swarthy kid could be so utterly baffled by his 90 pound mother. And although Harvey didn't make as much as Dens, he certainly could have moved out as well.

 

But Vicki could tell that annoyed as he was, Harvey was very devoted to Mom. She had often wandered in the living room and seen Harvey rubbing Mom's feet or bringing her tea. This domination thing was kind of interesting.

 

Then, Mom took Vicki to visit Mr.Ligourian Fenzel next door. When they came in, Vicki could tell that Mr. F. wasn't as opposed to her interest in what was "going on". As a matter of fact, the old man immediately stripped and knelt in front of Mom and Vicki right after Shirley snapped her fingers.

 

Vicki thought it was amazing how quickly Ligo Fenzel was on his knees. And she could see that the older submissive was checking her out, her young breasts in her halter top, and her long legs. This was a thrill for him, but his main admiration was for her mother.

 

Shirley smiled. "Ligo, you're going to enjoy having Vicki in your life now, I am training her to be a dominant woman, just as I am, and I trust you'll be helpful in that, you dirty old man!"

 

Then Mr. Fenzel began telling Vicki how lucky he felt.

"It's just wonderful, Vicki, having your mother look after my needs." Mr. Fenzel said, as he looked adoringly at Shirley. "My beloved Edna was so good for me for forty years--she whipped my bare buttocks when I offended, she let me worship her body, and I serviced her many lovers--I remember after World War II all these young men came home, and I'd not had to go because I had a heart murmur--and Edna slept with them all, and I serviced them with my mouth and ass...."

 

Mr. Fenzel paused, and he looked close to tears. Shirley patted his shoulder, and he went on, "But then Edna developed multiple sclerosis in the Sixties, and she had to hire male hustlers to come and give me whippings and do my torture because she couldn't move anymore, and now of course she's gone. But she'd taken your mother, much younger, under her wing in the Fifties, when your Dad wanted a female dominated relationship, and so Shirley was kind enough to take over monitoring my orgasms, and taking the key to my belt after my Edna passed away!"

 

Shirley smiled. "Yes, Ligo is right. He was just masturbating up a storm, and looking at femdom pornography, poor thing. So we made an arrangement--that I'd look after his needs, and he'd pay me a thousand dollars a month, though certainly I'd have done it for nothing, as he is such a sweet man."

 

Fenzel piped up. "I insisted on giving her a gratuity. Your mother is a Goddess!"

 

Mother put a stern finger to her lips, and Fenzel subsided. " So, once or twice a week, Lig comes to our house when everyone is at work or school, and he does much of the housework, so I can avoid dishpan hands, and I give him needed discipline, and correct him for carelessness. He and Edna built a considerable basement dungeon, which I'll show you later, and we've made much use of this as well. Sometimes I'll lock Ligo in the pillory down there, and leave him and spend 8 to 10 hours away, before returning, and if he's soiled himself, I take down his pants and whip his buttocks. He must learn to hold in his bowels and bladder. After all, just because he's in kneeling stocks doesn't mean he should be careless! And you can assist with his training in this area."

 

Vicki nodded and smiled. This seemed like it was going to be rather hilarious! The idea of locking Mr. Fenzel, who had retired as a "hanging judge" just eighteen months ago (having imprisoned more than a few of Vicki's pothead friends) in a kneeling pillory so he had to hold his bowels and bladder in while you forgot about him for a day or so was just precious.

 

Vicki asked her mother for Fenzel's key, and unlocked his belt, and began running her little manicured fingertips up and down his penis, watching as it grew. "Judge Fenzel, you've thrown the book at about six of my juvenile friends. You put my friend Ormont away for seven years, just for stealing a couple of hubcaps. I think you should pardon him."

 

Judge Fenzel gasped. "I-I can't do that, dear. I'm not a governor, you know." Vicki shook her head, and removed her charm bracelet from her wrist, doubling it in her hand. She swatted Fenzel hard on the cock and the old man moaned.

 

Shirley smiled. "Vicki's right, Lig. You go fishing with the governor twice a year. What business did you have being so severe with poor Ormie? He's not a bright boy, but you could have been nicer. Maybe we should lock YOU in the kneeling pillory for seven years."

 

 

 Judge Ligourian Fenzel shook his head. He was well aware now that he was  outclassed by these women. Vicki ran her nails up and down his throbbing cock in a light trail, and he gasped and moaned. "Come on Your Honor, won't you see things our way?" Vicki entreated.

 

Shirley laughed. "I think the girl's got you, Lig. You'd better give in before she decides to take a whip to your skinny judicial behind!"

 

Fenzel sighed. "Of course I'll look at his case. At least I can get him an early parole, and maybe a-a job in the courthouse so he won't steal hubcaps anymore."

 

"And-and Ormie's baby brother Piedmont is coming up in your chambers for a tiny little breaking and entering thing--?"

 

The judge smiled, sighed and nodded. "Anything for Miss Vicki."

 

Vicki stood up and gave the judge a long kiss. "That's just what I wanted!" She pumped his dick as she stood there, pushing her full breasts, encased in the tight halter tip against Fenzel's narrow chest. "I know you must miss your wife. BDSM must've been different in the old days."

 

Fenzel smiled. "Yes, Edna didn' t have access to the expensive cock and ball torture toys they have now, so she'd do inventive things like locking my genitals in her father's bear trap, which was a sharp, horrible thing. Or she'd put me in a gunny sack and then throw a buzzing hornet's nest in there. She was a very back to nature kind of gal."

 

Vicki gently massaged the judge's glans, which was quite sensitive. "And how often did Edna let you cum, Your Honor?"

 

Fenzel paused. "Well, when we were first married, just after she bought the very primitive original chastity device in '45, it was once a week, but by the time of the McCarthy hearings we were arguing bitterly about politics, and she began limiting me to a monthly jerk-off. And by the time Edna passed, it was perhaps four times yearly if I was fortunate. I was hoping your mother would be more generous, but she is not a believer in frequent sexual ecstasy."

 

Shirley winked at her daughter. "It's just the way I see things, you know."

 

Vicki wondered. "I don't get why any guy would let a woman lock him up, and between Dad and my brothers, and the judge here, it just seems so weird. Mom, you know if they rebelled, you'd have to give in, but they just seem to collapse around you."

 

Shirley and the Judge both laughed. "Well dear" Shirley said, smiling, "Your dad asked me to put him in chastity, probably because he began reading BDSM literature in the days before computers, and then actually the first time Denson was put in chastity was when I caught him in my bedroom, wearing Dad's spare chastity belt, and a pair off panties and makeup...so it was what they wanted, I think!"

 

Vicki stamped her little foot. "So THATS where my underwear goes! I'm friggin always missing bras and panties...and then I find them all sticky, like someone's been doing something nasty in them."

 

Judge Fenzel laughed, but then turned sober. "I don't know really what it is that makes me want to be locked in a chastity device by a beautiful woman. But in those years after Edna passed, before your mother took over my training, I was utterly lost. I slept with a number of women, very unfulfilling, very shallow relationships, and I was obsessed with pornography. I took a lot of my anger out on the men I was sentencing to prison, it was terrible...and my penis was raw from constant masturbation. I even had urethritis, which is what happens when you jerk off too much, and then have trouble cumming. But Shirley saved my life!"

 

Judge Fenzel looked adoringly at Vicki's Mom, who smiled back. Vicki could tell that Mom didn't think nearly as much of the Judge as he did her, but she was being very nice about the whole thing.

 

Fenzel went on. "I have no idea what makes a man want to be put in chastity. But I spent much of the time locked up, except for four or five squirts a year. With my penis locked up, I can only look forward to Shirley teasing me, or being allowed to sexually service her, and sometimes her young lovers who she brings to the house. I also enjoy giving her scented baths, massages, and telling her how beautiful she is. And the increased horniness is just so good for my attitude. I hope I'll be able to bring you some of the same benefits, though you are rather young."

 

"Lucky you.” Mom said. "My beautiful young daughter will enjoy your kindnesses immensely. Vicki, he has a tongue that beats a Water-Pik."

 The next day when Vicki came home from school, she found a note from Mom. "Dear, Denson will be coming home from work, and I want you to supervise his scrubbing of the kitchen, and then if he is good, you can tease him for a bit, but don't let him finish. There is a folded car fan belt that you can use to discipline him, as well as the keys to his chastity, next to the note. Love, Mom."

 

Vicki thought a lot about this. She hadn't handled her brothers yet, and it was going to be interesting. She and Mom had worked over Judge Fenzel a bit the night before, and Mom had shown Vicki how to effectively cane a man ("It's all in the wrist.") and they'd also taken turns using the strap-on on Fenzel's narrow bottom.

 

Mom had attached rat-traps to His Honor's nipples and knocked them off, and then the ladies had made fun of the strict hanging judge as he had wept bitterly while kneeling on the bedroom floor!

 

Fenzel had also brought Vicki to about four orgasms, lying on his big bed after Mom had gone back home. Vicki had really enjoyed this, since although she was no virgin, she felt high school boys knew next to nothing about sex, and NOTHING about oral sex.

 

She had, after the final orgasm, felt quite generous, and she'd cuffed the judge's arms to his bedposts, and she'd stroked his cock for about an hour and forty-five minutes, and then undid one wrist and let him masturbate while she played with her breasts.

 

Fenzel had been quite grateful, and had given Vicki a two hundred dollar tip and told her she was a sweet girl.

 

When Denson came home, Vicki showed him the note and jingled the keys. Denson looked annoyed. He was very much a man's man, and though he did have secret submissive tendencies, he didn't like it much that they'd been revealed to his young teenage sister.

 

"So I need to clean the kitchen after a hard day at work, man." He looked a little annoyed, but Vicki was well aware than she'd come home more than once to see Mom supervising Dens as he wore an apron and did housework. She knew she had to make him understand who was boss, like she did with her horse when she went riding.

 

Vicki had been good at this--her family had not been able to afford to pay for her lessons, and she'd first mucked out stables to get free lessons, and then, after she got good with the horses, she had become an assistant trainer.

 

"No fucking around now, Dens." Vicki said sharply. "Get in the kitchen and start scrubbing." Vicki tapped the rubber belt in her small palm.

 

Dens laughed and patted Vicki's head, and she reached out and grabbed him by the balls through his pants, she squeezed, and he fell over, gasping.

 

Then Vicki grabbed Dens by the ear and pulled. She only weighed about 90 pounds, but she had a strong arm, and he got up, looking a little dazed.

 

"Now I want you to take your clothes off. I'm sick of this shit!" Vicki whacked the rubber fan belt in her hand again, and Dens, seeing the fire in her young eyes, disrobed quickly.

 

Finally he was down to his undergarments, and Vicki noted with approval that yes indeed, he was wearing a bra and panties under his electrician's coverall. "Cute, pink and lacy. But you better take those off as well, Dens. And then get in there and begin scrubbing that damned kitchen."

 

Dens took off everything, and was fully revealed in his chastity device. He went into the kitchen and began working, and Vicki sat and watched a taped "American Idol" for a while. Then he called her and said he was done.

 

It was true, the kitchen was spotless, the counters, shelves, and baseboards were gleaming, but the refrigerator hadn't been cleaned out, and Vicki felt that even though she'd not mentioned that, there was no reason he hadn't thought of it.

 

"What the hell's wrong with you, Denson?" she asked angrily, as she took her six foot four brother's thick arm and led him to the couch armchair, pushing him over the side. "Can't you conceive that a fridge should be cleaned also?"

 

The fan belt was a splendid whipping device, Vicki considered. It left quite a few red marks on Dens's buttocks, and she was able to whack energetically for about five minutes, and he actually began sobbing. (This she thought was hilarious).

 

Then, Vicki had unlocked Denson's chastity belt. "Now the real fun can begin!" she said excitedly.

 

 Vicki cautioned her brother "Now I know it's been a long time since you got to touch yourself, and you'd better be a good boy and sit on your hands." Dens groaned and sat on his hands, and Vicki began running a long nail up and down his cock.

 

Denson had a big one, and this was quite different than the Judge, who Mom had mercilessly humiliated for his tiny penis.

 

 "They call you Maximum Fen because of your long sentences, but they really should call you Minimum Millie, or Midget balls if they saw your crotch" Shirley had laughed, as Judge Fenzel had cowered between them, his little penis erect to its full four inches.

 

Mom had even punished Fenzel's dick by attaching an office binder clip from his study to it, and knocking it off, and how he'd cried!

 

Then Vicki had taken one of her high heels and, ordering Fenzel to stay kneeling, had ground his tiny penis into the floor, pretending she was stubbing out a cigarette! It had been rather amusing, and immediately after her sharp heel had left his small member, he'd gotten hard again!

 

Dens, however had a big dick,and Vicki was fascinated with it. She ran her little forefinger up and down the swelling glans, and then gently tickled his foreskin. To get a little closer (he was sitting on his sore butt on the couch) Vicki sat on one of his knees and put one tiny hand on his shoulder and the other running up and down his crotch.

 

Dens, for his part, seemed to be quite thrilled to have his baby sister, who was wearing a sleeveless tight sweater and denim short shorts with black stockings and heels, sitting on his lap playing with his dong.

 

"God, it's really big, Dens." Vicki said, as she ran her fingers up and down his swelling shaft. She tickled his frenulum, remembering that her boyfriend liked that, and then let go of his cock right before he might've spurted and began running a lone forefinger around his glans.

 

Dens groaned, and pulled one hand out, but Vicki quickly grabbed the fan belt and whacked it HARD and he put it back under his buttocks. She was a stern taskmaster!

 

Vicki took her other hand off his shoulder, and leaned down and began tickling his balls with one hand while pumping his cock with the other, Denson began moaning and groaning, and was quite close to orgasm, and then Vicki suddenly jumped off his lap.

 

"I forgot about that shitty job you did neglecting the fridge. Get up!" Denson got up and Vicki ordered him to move to the dining room, and to lay his hard cock on the dining room table.

 

"He wants to have fun with Little Sister, but he was a bad boy!" Vicki said and with that she whacked her brother's hard penis, and it bounced off the table. He tried to back off, but Vicki sternly ordered him to stand still. WHACK! Again the fan belt slammed into his rapidly shrinking penis.

 

Denson moaned, and Vicki ordered him to go clean the refrigerator. Half an hour later, she inspected, and was pleased, and guided her big brother back to the couch, this time tying his hands behind his neck with clothesline, and she stripped off her sweater and shorts, leaving on bra, panties, stockings and heels.

 

She could tell Denson got a kick out of the fact that even though she'd been wearing shorts, somehow she'd managed to hook the black fishnet stockings with a garter belt, and for some reason this always made men crazy.

 

"Please Vicki" Denson moaned. "Wank my wood." Vicki slapped his face, hard, telling him not to talk nasty. She was a church girl, after all. She got onto his lap and ground her panty covered crotch on his growing erection.

 

"Vicki's very happy that Denson was a good boy and cleaned the refrigerator out...he really cleaned it well." Vicki rubbed her boobs against Dens's chest and he began panting. "I bet Densy would like to suck on Vicki's boobs...lick my nipples wouldn't you?"

 

Denson answered in the affirmative, and Vicki slapped his face again. "I can't believe you'd want to corrupt your baby sister like that! You're disgusting. You behave like some kind of rapist, really."

 

Vicki looked inquiringly into Dens's startled eyes. "Do you know what it's like to be raped?" She guided him up and instructed him to bend over the couch. Vicki took a long candle out of the candlestick in the dining room, and brought it back, and slowly pushed it up Denson's ass.

 

"Mommy told me that your ass has been reamed by many men, so you can enjoy this experience, since there's plenty of room up there." Denson blushed in acute shame. But, it got worse, because after Vicki had the candle WAAY up Denson's rectum, she lit it.

 

This was a new experience for Denson. He wanted to get up, but Vicki shoved his shoulder down, so his face was buried in the pillows on the sofa. "You can just lie there for a while, and the wax can get all congealed in your butt hole as it melts" she said with finality. "We're going to teach you not to be such a rape-focused older brother, right now!"

 

As Viper finished telling the story to Gretchen and myself, we were just amazed at how she'd grown into a female dominant. After she'd finished high school, Judge Fenzel had offered to send her to college, but Vicki, now the Viper (for that was what her brothers and nearly every other man in town called her) realized her potential to be a domme, and she'd split for the big city.

 

"Gretchen," the Viper said as she twirled her long, curling red hair. "You just have to make Miles appreciate you, darling. He needs to understand that you are the Goddess!"

 

After Gretchen and I went home, I thought a lot about the Viper's story, and about her childhood. I was fascinated by it, and it reminded me a lot of my own. For years I had a big masturbation habit, and it really bothered my mother.

 

Mother was a strident Episcopalian, and was very big on hygiene. In high school, it was a constant battle with me, to keep me from masturbating. Mother had many peculiar rules...she made me weigh and chart my bowel movements, and she gave me frequent enemas.

 

Often she unthinkingly ruined dates for me by telling my prospective girlfriends when they came to pick me up (as I wasn't allowed to drive) that I was not to have any foods that could give me gas or flare my allergies.

 

And then once, Mother had gotten very upset because I had a skid mark in my underwear, and she'd retaliated rather sharply.

 

"Miles, I am tired of your 'Hershey Squirts' as you call them. Take off your pants and underpants!"

 

"Mother, I'm getting ready for my date with Dimity tonight. I'm sorry about the skid marks but--"

 

Mother was a small woman, curvy, with raven hair, you’d think she wasn't very strong, but it was quite surprising. She walked up to me and grabbed me by the ear, shaking my stained Fruit of the Looms in my face.

 

As I struggled, she unsnapped my jeans, and pulled them down, as well as my underwear, and she threw me across my bed, landing on my stomach.

 

"I can't believe I must do this...teaching a grown boy how to wipe his behind correctly. But I'll make you remember!"

 

Mother had a long razor strop that she kept on a nail in the kitchen. She swung it, and it landed on my bare left cheek. WHACK! She swung again TWHACK! "If there's one thing I despise it's a slovenly young man, who can't even keep his crack clean. You'll learn, though."

 

I howled, and tried to leave the bed, but Mother continued to thrash me with the strop. Finally, after I was screaming into my pillow, Mother turned me over, and with shock I saw she had a pair of old fashioned adult diapers--not the plastic kind, but the cloth.

 

Mother grabbed one of my legs, and lifted it up and shoved the large cloth diaper under me, and then poured baby oil all over my cock and balls. She rubbed the oil into my cock and balls, and smiled grimly when I began getting an erection.

 

"Mother what-what are you doing?" I was too startled to try to get off the bed. "Why are you putting me in a diaper? I have a date tonight with Dimity Pennefather."  Dimity Pennefather was hot stuff.

 

And it was a miracle that she'd go out with Miles Unowicz, who was forced by his parents to wear a bow tie and suit to school every day, and who was president of the stamp club and the Math Society. I couldn't fuck this up.

 

The only time she could see me in moderately "cool" clothes was after school, when I hastily changed, as my Christian parents allowed me to wear jeans and concert T-shirts then, though of course the concerts were Pat Boone, the Jonas Brothers and Amy Grant.

 

Mother rubbed my cock and balls some more, and then put baby powder on my genitals as well, and then she pinned up the diaper. "Now you may put your pants on, but you won't be able to wear those tight dungarees on this date, you know."

 

And it was true, the only pants I could get on over the bulky cloth diaper was the overalls I had worn while working on my granddad's farm the summer before. Everyone else got to go to the beach and live it up, and I'd had to go out to Iowa and hoe crabgrass off his potatoes.

 

When Dimity came to pick me up, she burst out laughing. "What the fuck's this?" she said with glee. Dimi was exuberant and fun, and had curly blonde hair and a rack that made many men drool. She'd dated the quarter back of our school, and also the head drug dealer, and had also gone out with college guys...she was quite popular!

 

I put a finger to my lips. Mother hated profanity. She abhorred anything that didn't happen back in 1910 for that matter. When I'd asked for a Game-Boy for my birthday, or an X-Box for Christmas she'd give me a box of Chinese checkers, or backgammon, with the caution that I not play for money.

 

 

 Right before we left, Mother asked Dimity to wait. "I just need Miles for a moment, dear." She took me into the bedroom, and unsnapped my overalls.

 

"What's going on, Mother." I inquired distressedly. "I've got to go, I'm hardly going to have any time with her anyway, since you always want me home around nine-thirty."

 

Mother took down my overalls, and pushed me back on the bed. "I just want to check your nappy, dear, to ensure that you're not going to have a stinky and upset your little girlie friend. It's not good to be messy down there."

 

"Mother, I'm practically an adult, and I know how to go to the bathroom! You're just upset about the skid marks. I've got to leave." I tried to get up off the bed, and gently push my mother out of the way, and she took a metal school ruler from her apron pocket and WHACKED my penis and testicles hard.

 

I tried once again to push past her and she hit my genitals again four or five times, and I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming. "You listen to ME, Miles Unowicz." Mother said through clenched teeth.

 

"I am not going to tolerate your tantrums. If you can't keep your pants clean, I must keep you in a diaper. I will clean your area regularly, the last thing I need is for you to be sick with a diaper rash."

 

Mother whacked me again, right on the cock, and I lay back, weeping silently. Mother poured baby oil liberally all over my junk, running her long red nails up and around my cock, tickling my frenulum and even sticking a finger up my butt hole.

 

My penis began stiffening quickly, especially as I had a great view of Mother's extensive cleavage as she bend over, rubbing and toying with my genitals with her oily hands. For a strict Christian woman, Mother looked damned good.

 

"I can't believe this. You have a disgusting stiffie." Mother said in horror. She took up the metal school ruler and WHACKED my disobedient penis again and again, and I burst into tears, willing myself not to make noise as I didn't want to let my date Dimity, who was sitting in the living room, to know of the sick scene playing out back here. 

 

"I  hope you are not planning to  use that nasty little tool of yours to defile that nice girl out there, Miles." Mother said with a frown, as she rubbed my dick some more. "I would be quite displeased...oh no, it's getting big again. Well I know the solution to this."

 

Mother ordered me to put my hands behind my back and she got the razor strop, which she'd left in the bedroom earlier. "Now I hope you'll be a little man about this, and not make a lot of crybaby sounds, you don't want that girl to know what a weakling you are, Miles."

 

Mother swung the razor strop down on my long, thick cock. WHACK! I bit my lip until it bled, but uttered no sound. She swung the belt again, and this time it grazed my balls, but although I almost lost consciousness, I didn't even moan, but the third time I am afraid I did scream.

 

And then Mother felt some remorse, and she tossed down the strap and took me into her arms, kissing my hair, and absentmindedly stroking my hard cock. "Darling, you know your Mummie loves you, and I want you to have a nice time with your little friend, but I'm terribly concerned that you will do something you might regret with her."

 

"Mum-Mother" I sobbed. "We're just going to the roller rink. We're not going to anywhere where anything bad could happen. I promise to-to--"

 

Mother laughed throatily as she kissed my ear. "I'm going to pin up your diaper and snap up your overalls, and I want you to promise Mother you'll keep your diaper closed no matter what. Especially with that nasty girl."

 

And she snapped me up, and I was ready for my date!

So Dimi and I finally got into her car. "This is going to be hilarious. You look so moronic in school with the bowtie and knickerbockers (Mother's uniform for me) and now you're in frickin' overalls!"

 

But not everyone took it as pleasantly. When we got to the roller rink, Pup Listrani, a local bully and his friends came up and began looking me over. Listrani hated me because I had finked on him as part of the Student Anti-Drug Society, and he could no longer sell pot in the second floor bathroom.

 

"Unowicz, you fuckin' queer. What's wit' da get-up what is youse, John-Boy Walton?" He poked me and his friends chuckled. Dimi, who used to date Pup, patted my shoulder.

 

"Leave him alone, Pup, he's got a unique style, he--" But apparently, Pup, annoyed at Dimi's intervention, pulled out a switchblade and lunged, and cut one of the straps on my overall, and it fell to my ankles.

 

There I was in my diaper!

 

The boys roared. "What the fuck--we was in a Walton's show and now it's a Pampers commercial" said Pup. "I was gonna stab you, but you're way too pathetic. Dimity, if this is what you want to go out with, I can't argue, baby. Live it up."

 

Dimi looked at me with some disgust. "Are you like, incontinent, Miles? What's going on with that?"

Romero Caline, Pup's right hand man and gang Warlord, snorted. "Fuckin' safety pins, can you believe that. I could use that for one of my piercings!" Before I could stop him, Romero took HIS knife and cut the safety pin out of my diaper, and the diaper fell down as well.

 

Now the entire teenage population of the roller rink was gaping at me. I was utterly humiliated. But my dick was quite hard, mysteriously! I tried to cover it, but Pup grabbed my by the shoulder. "I'm takin' this little faggot into the lavatory, c'mon boys."

 

When we got into the bathroom, Pup pushed me down on my knees. "You're pathetic. I don't know how you kids on the rich side of town get away with bullshit like going out with hot chicks like Dimity Pennefather, but you're going to pay for it, now."

 

Pup unzipped his black jeans and pulled out his dick and peed in my face. I closed my eyes and covered my face, and his gang laughed, and then I tried to get up, and he knocked me down again. "Oh no, you're going to suck my dick, Unowicz, you queer."

 

The next twenty minutes were taken up with this odious chore. What could I do? I was about five six and scrawny, and Pup Listrani was six two and packed with muscle. When I finally left the bathroom, Dimity had disappeared but my overalls were lying in the middle of the rink, and everyone laughed as I ran naked to pick them up. I jumped into them, and, holding them up, as the strap had been cut, I left the rink fast. 

 

When I got home, Mother was furious with me for losing my diaper. "What on earth did you do?" she demanded. I couldn't tell her what had happened, it was just too upsetting.

 

"You lost your cloth diaper? You've been running around half naked in the overalls (Someone had made off with my shirt at the rink) and you expect me to take this well?"