Rhode Rage – By James Pendergrass

Table of Contents:

Chapter One – Eat Soap

Chapter Two – Her Knee

Chapter Three – CFNM

Chapter Four – Hair Brush Meets Male Ass

Chapter Five – Remote Control

Chapter Six – Kristin’s Friend Svetlana

Chapter Seven – Anyone for Tennis?

Chapter Eight – Cum Chortling Day

Epilogue – Finished Off

(Disclaimer:  This is a fictitious tale intended solely for adults aged 18 or older.  Like all my novellas, the characters depicted are all 18 or older.  The author does not necessarily advocate the events of this story as a lifestyle preference.  If you, or someone you know is in a truly abusive relationship, please seek professional assistance.  The author believes all relationships should be based on love and affection. Please do not reprint or republish this story without the express written consent of James P.  Thank you)

Chapter One – Eat Soap

Vanessa Cromwell - newly divorced Vanessa Cromwell - put the pedal to the metal of her brand new Mercedes.   She smiled as she felt the smooth engine surge with power as she accelerated into the fast lane of route 138.  Just a month ago, she'd signed the final papers on her divorce from Winston.  Silly Winston.  They'd made it last almost four years.  Winston was Vanessa's second “failed” marriage.  Since when was failure supposed to feel so good?  But it did.  She finally had her independence at the age of 43.  She might not be young anymore, but she wasn't that old.  Plus she was physically fit and emotionally intact. 

Vanessa had no regrets for taking her rich ex-husband for tens of millions.  He should have known what he was getting into when he went for the trophy wife.  During their time together, she'd managed to keep her affairs private (Really, did anyone expect her to be sexually satisfied with an old man?).  In the meantime, early on she hired a private dick and had him follow Winston.  The detective documented Winston's heavy drinking and eventually he caught Winston in a secret rendezvous at a cross-town hotel. 

Really, who could blame Winston?  Vanessa hadn't let him touch her for over two years.  He had bad breath.  His modest, semi-hard penis had no affect on her.  Vanessa very much preferred larger, and younger.  When men reached a certain age, the blood never filled every vessel of their "vital organs" the way it did for younger men.

The divorce proceedings had been predictably acrimonious.  Vanessa instructed her attorney in her own words to "Nail Winston's wrinkled scrotum to the wall." Upon hearing the instructions, Vanessa's young female attorney, barely 30, had laughed out loud.  The attorney then proceeded to do as requested, getting her client more than half of everything.  Winston was so humiliated he had no choice but to leave Newport and head to his less spectacular home in Florida.  This left Vanessa loaded with money, not to mention some prime real estate in the beautiful coastal Rhode Island summer community. 

There was something wonderful about sticking it to men, thought Vanessa as she darted in and out of traffic.  Her dear friend Brooke was so right.  Of course, Brooke took it to extremes, but maybe the woman was onto something. 

Vanessa admired herself in the mirror.  She might be a cougar now, but damn she was a fine-looking one.  Her shoulder-length dark hair was the plush beneficiary of regular trips to her $250 stylist.  She wore a cream-colored blouse with a full strand of pearls around her narrow neck.  She had striking dark-brown eyes, long eyelashes, and a pointy little nose.  She prided herself on her femininity.  At 5'5" and 112 pounds, she was slim and fit.  She knew she was in possession of a firm stomach and a terrific ass, courtesy of her steady work at the gym.  The ass was kept cozy in a lovely dark skirt pulled high over her hips.  Stockings and expensive dark pumps completed the outfit.

Vanessa’s thoughts turned to her vagina, as they often did these days.  Brooke always preached that successful women tended to be "cunt conscious," as she eloquently put it.  As Vanessa had become better friends with Brooke in recent years, she had taken Brooke's advice to heart.  She found it both amusing and accurate, Brook's philosophy that the tender area between women's legs ruled the world.  "Men are totally transfixed by it," Brooke would say.  "It's all they can think about.  Use it to your advantage.  Use it to brainwash them, to control them.  It's the ultimate weapon."

Glancing in the mirror she noticed for the first time that a Mustang convertible was tailgating her.  A young man was behind the wheel.  He was flashing his lights and motioning with his hands.  Vanessa's eyes narrowed and she hit the breaks.  This boy needed to learn some manners.

Vanessa was on her way to the health club.  It was the grand prize in the divorce settlement from Winston.  In addition to $10 million in cash and the house, Winston was forced to part with his seven exclusive health clubs.  Vanessa was now the owner.  As an aversion she had taken to managing some aspects of the Newport operation.  Mostly, she loved going to the office and acting like a businesswoman even if she hadn't really worked a day in her entire life.  It was a beautiful office and she liked the idea of being in charge. 

HONK HONK!

Vanessa glanced at the mirror again.  The Mustang was maybe two inches off her rear bumper.  She wrapped her slender fingers around the steering wheel and squeezed tightly, her long red nails digging into her palms.  Begrudgingly, she signaled to the right and moved over one lane.  Up ahead, the light turned red and she eased the brand new Mercedes to a  stop.

**************

Roger Barry was late for work.  And it didn't help that this stupid fucking bitch in the big Mercedes was driving so slow.  "It's the fast lane, you cunt!  Move over!" he hollered.

His head ached something awful.  He knew he shouldn't have had that last drink last night.  Glancing at his watch, he was already five minutes late from his receptionist job at the health club.  Now his boss, Kristin, was going to really give it to him.  And how ridiculous was it that he worked for Kristin?  That bitch was his age for chrissakes.  They had both worked summer jobs at the club since last year and yet she got the supervisory position.  He'd only been at this job for two weeks this summer and already he wanted to kill her.  He would have quit if the economy wasn't so awful, but the fact was he desperately needed this job.

And this rich twat wouldn't get out of his way!  He flashed his lights and accelerated until he was all but touching her back bumper.  "Move bitch!" he yelled.  Finally, she moved to the right.  Up ahead, the light at Greene Avenue was yellow.  Fuck!  It took forever.  Screeching to a halt, Roger turned and stared daggers at the woman in the Mercedes.  She was a hot, older woman.  That was for damn sure.  A brunette.  She had pearls and diamond earrings.  A total stuck up bitch.  She eyed Roger in her Gucci Sunglasses.  Roger responded by sticking up his middle finger.  "You fucking bitch!  Learn how to drive, you cunt rag."

"Excuse me?" she said, acting all indignant.  She took off her sunglasses and eyed Roger with deep, brown eyes.  Roger felt his heart surge.  "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"You heard me, bitch.  Get a fucking clue!" Roger shouted.

The light turned green and he sped off.

***************

Vanessa could hardly believe it.  The boy who worked the front desk at the health club had just called her a "fucking bitch" and a "cunt."  She normally didn't allow herself to get upset since she prided herself on her coolness and her cunning.  It was what allowed her to ascend to this position in the first place.  But the only thing she could think of as she drove the final four blocks to the club was how she was going to personally fire this boy's ass as soon as she arrived. 

She knew from having recently studied the employment chart at the club that he reported to Kristin Johnson.  When reviewing the summer hires a few weeks ago, her assistant Maya had asked her what to do about the front desk position.  Maya had reported that Kristin was totally reliable while the boy, Roger, was "not so great."  Vanessa had instructed Maya to make Kristin the front-desk supervisor and have Roger report to her.  It had been Vanessa’s first executive move.  Vanessa was thrilled at the idea of putting a young woman in charge.  When she told Brooke about it over lunch, Brooke had been very pleased.  "Maybe I'm getting through to you," Brooke had said.

Now that same boy, the bastard, had fucked up for the last time.  Vanessa thought of Roger.  He was a big, rambunctious young man, over six feet tall, over 200 pounds.  In addition to a serious comeuppance, the boy needed a haircut. 

Vanessa pulled into cul de sac in front of the club.  Wordlessly she exited the vehicle and allowed one of the valet boys to take her car.  She strode purposely to her office and sat in the great leather chair.  She practiced what she would say:

"Who's the bitch now."  No.  Too ghetto.

"That will teach you to behave with more respect toward women."  Promising.

"I hope you learned a valuable lesson, young man."  Not bad.

Thinking ahead to the moment when she would dress the boy down, she felt a pulse between her thighs and smiled.  I'm going to drag it out a bit, she thought.  Make him beg.  She would take particular pleasure in handing this boy his walking papers. 

Vanessa picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. 

*************

"You're late again," said Kristin.  

"Sue me," said Roger, pulling on his uniform and sitting down next to Kristin.  Why couldn't he have gotten stuck with a hot chick?  Not that Kristin was ugly by any stretch.  She was maybe five feet nine inches tall.  She had nice tits.  Her ass was the problem.  It was too big for Roger's liking.  He preferred skinny bitches, which was a tad hypocritical since he was approaching clinical obesity.  In any event, it was utterly absurd that he reported to her. 

Roger eyed his boss closely.  She wore a suit as though she was some kind of businesswoman.  It made her look almost womanly.  She had nice legs although her calves were a tad thick.  Roger, in contrast wore black pants and a white button down shirt.

Kristin surveyed the asshole she was forced to spend her summer with.  "I think I need to speak to Maya," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Roger's eyes widened.  He needed this job.  "Look, Kristin, whatever, ok?  Something came up.  You know I'm usually on time.  Gimmee a break."

Kristin eyed him intently.  Gosh it was great being in charge.  It was the only thing that made this job tolerable.  She really enjoyed being able to push Roger around.  He was such a dumb ass.  "Okay," she said aloofly.  "But I swear, Roger, this is your final warning.  Next time I have to tell Maya, who I imagine will take disciplinary action."  Kristen enjoyed threatening Roger.

"Fine!" he said, absolutely bursting at the seams, doing everything he could not to go off on Kristin.

The phone rang.  Kristin picked it up.  "Ocean Health Club Front Desk.  Can I help you?  Oh hello Mrs. Cromwell.  Yes?  Um, certainly.  I'll send him right up."  She hung up the phone.  "That was strange," she said.

"What is it?" said Roger, leaning back in his chair.

"Vanessa Cromwell asked me to send you to her office."

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Roger knocked on the large oak door of Vanessa Cromwell's office.  His heart thumped.  He'd never before met the new owner of the club.  Supposedly, according to a couple of his buddies who did valet parking, she was a total babe.  Roger speculated that she was summoning him to offer him a better position at the club.  It was about time.

"Come in," he heard a feminine voice from within.

He could hardly believe his eyes.  Sitting in front of him was the bitch in the Mercedes that he'd seen only fifteen minutes ago!

His only hope, he decided, was to play it cool.  "You wanted to see me?" he said in as innocent a voice as he could muster.

"Oh, come now.”  The woman behind the desk laughed.  You're not going to pretend you don't know who I am?"  A few minutes ago I was that cunt in a Mercedes.  Remember?  I think you stuck your middle finger at me."  Vanessa now extended her own middle finger at her young guest.

"I- I- If I knew it was you I never would have acted that way," Roger stammered.

"Oh?" said Vanessa.  "So if it just some random woman on the street, you would have been happy to show her such disrespect then?"  Gosh this was a rush!  She sounded just like Brooke. Brooke, whose husband's privates were held captive in some kind of diabolical device and was - get this - spanked regularly on his naked bottom.  With a hairbrush no less!

"I- I'm sorry ma'am," the boy said.  Vanessa was amused at his transformation, from potty-mouthed tough guy to this groveling, brown-nosing dog.  Power was a wonderful thing.

"You're going to be very sorry when you are looking for a new job," Vanessa said.  "You're fired."  It should have felt better coming from her mouth, but instead it felt hollow.  And left her wanting more.  "Perhaps you'll think twice before acting like a jerk the next time you cross paths with a woman," she added.

The boy's shoulders slumped and he looked to the floor.  Vanessa almost felt bad for him.  To help brush off her feelings of sympathy, she did what Brooke told her she should do:  she thought of her cunt.  It was resting comfortably above the leather cushion, held snug beneath her skirt by white satin. 

She watched as the boy stood.  To her utter delight, rather than make his way quietly to the door, instead he leaned forward and made a praying motion with his hands.  “Look, ma'am, please.  I'm so sorry.  It will never ever happen again.  I learned my lesson.  I need this job.  I'll do whatever you need me to do so that you know I've paid the price for my actions.  Please."  He was on the verge of tears.

"You should have thought of that before you acted like a child," Vanessa said.  "Now get out of my office before I need to summon security.”  She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs, feeling a slight pulsing coming from beneath.  Was she crazy enough to take the next step?

**********

Roger could not believe his luck.  He'd insulted the boss and now he was cooked.  He'd go broke without this job.  He stood and prepared to leave.  The sad thing was that Vanessa Cromwell was a complete and utter babe.  How could he have said those things to such a hot piece of tail?  She was so well dressed.  For a moment, Roger had this crazy thought that maybe he'd offer to be her personal servant.  It might be humiliating but in recent years Roger had found himself having these kinds of odd thoughts when it came to women.  They confused him.  On the one hand, he wanted to get laid and liked the idea of subjugating them.  But sometimes he found himself thinking about being humiliated by them.  Being controlled by them.  There was something powerful, something wonderfully bitchy about the woman.  And Vanessa Cromwell was quite the female specimen.  She was so classy, so well dressed.  She had a certain aloofness that he found irresistible.  At least he would be able to think of her when he masturbated.  That was small consolation but at least it was something.  He clumsily made his way to the door.  "I'm sorry again for what I did," he uttered.

That's when he heard the words that rocked him to his core.  "Wait!" her sharp feminine voice ordered.  He stopped in his tracks, one hand on the door.  He turned and faced The Boss.

She had a slight grin on her pretty, experienced face.  "Just how sorry are you, young man?"

"Huh?" he said, face bright red, barely able to utter the words.

"Come here," she motioned with her little red-painted finger. 

*********

Vanessa couldn't believe she was going through with it.  Brooke was really rubbing off on her.  And there was something about this boy, all bulky and clumsy that excited her.  Something about the idea of pushing him around.  He was less than half her age and more than twice her size.  She reasoned that, other than the physical side of things, she was his superior in every other facet, emotionally, intellectually, financially, and sexually.  In addition, there was something she detected in this boy.  Despite his rudeness and his temperamental nature, there was something that needed to be tamed.  She motioned for him to come around the side of the desk and stand in front of her. 

"You said you'd do whatever I needed you to do," she said, legs still crossed, as she studied the disheveled young man that stood in front of her.

Noticing the look of recognition on his face, she quickly corrected herself.  "Don't get the wrong idea, Roger," she added.  "I'm not interested in that.  Not from you anyway."  She waited for his shoulders to slump. 

"Yes ma'am," Roger said.  His heart was beating a mile a minute.  He had an inkling he knew where this might be going.  A part of him was terrified but a part of him tingled with anticipation.

"You're pretty polite once you know your place," Vanessa said, teasing out the moment.  "How would you like to be taught a great deal more about respecting women?"  Before he could answer she continued, "It won’t be as fun for you as it will be for me.  But I suspect you will learn a great deal.  Eventually you might grow to enjoy what I have in mind.”

"What do I have to do?" Roger asked. 

"Follow me," Vanessa said, standing.  She walked into her palatial bathroom, which was connected to her office.  She felt the rustling of her skirt as her legs flexed back and forth and it added to her confidence.  They stood in front of the mirror together.  It was amazing how he towered over her.  But anyone looking at the pair would not have mistaken who was in charge.

Like a woman possessed, Vanessa grabbed a bar of soap off the counter above the sink.  It was brand new and quite sizable.  She eyed him in the mirror.  "Young man," Vanessa said.  "I can't think of a more suitable punishment for a big mouth like you than to have your mouth washed out with soap.  Now open wide," she said, holding the soap up near his face.

At first Roger did nothing.  He was shocked at these developments.  His emotions were all over the map.  For a moment, he thought he was going to get laid.  Then he was told she just wanted to teach him a lesson about respect.  Respect!  Please.  He felt the anger surge up inside him again.  Then he felt something very different.  It started as a slight tingling, but soon he felt himself begin to expand in his trousers.  It was something about the way she was talking to him.  Not to mention the way she moved in that skirt.  He couldn't possibly like it.  Could he?  He tried to push the thought from his head, but the thought wouldn't go away.  There was something mesmerizing about this chick's voice.  Something about the shine of her lipstick.  Her scent.  And of course he couldn't stop imagining what was beneath her skirt.  He knew what was beneath her skirt, but it remained out of view and that made her even more desirable.

Her voice brought him out of his trance.  "You can either open wide, or you can leave," Vanessa said.  She tapped her pump impatiently on the bathroom tile.  "I'm waiting."

"I'll stay," he stammered.  As a sign of his submission, he opened his mouth.

"Wider!" she ordered.  "And stick out your tongue."  She took firm hold of his chin and pressed a corner of the bar of soap against the inside of his cheek until the other corner of the soap had room to clear his other cheek.  She then moved her free hand around the base of his skull so that he couldn't easily pull away.  Then, with a fluid, delightfully satisfying motion, she shoved the bar into his mouth.  "Bite down on it," she said as she continued to push the bar against his mouth.

Roger felt the strong acidic taste invade his mouth.  His initial reflex was to spit the soap out, but he knew better than to defy her.  Plus he felt a bizarre peacefulness, as though this was all meant to be.  He felt himself throb in his pants and hoped she wouldn't notice.  Waves of cognitive dissonance washed over him.  He felt almost hypnotized and totally malleable.  He wouldn't move until she told him to.

Vanessa put her hands on her hips.  She appraised the boy carefully.  This was beautiful.  For all her conquests over the male gender she was hard-pressed to come up with a moment that felt any more satisfying.  She was on a roll!  "I need to make a few phone calls," she said.  "Come stand in front of me so I can keep an eye on you."

As though in a trance, he followed her into the other room.  She plunked her small body into the huge chair and pointed to a spot on the floor a few feet from the chair.  "On second hand, I want you to sit beneath me.  Don't sit too close though.  Sit right here."

For the next 15 minutes, Roger sat.  He felt dizzy with humiliation and at the same time strangely aroused.  His saliva caused the soap to soften and it tasted awful.  He began to perspire.  When she wasn't looking, he snuck glances at Vanessa's legs and her heels. 

Finally, when it seemed as though it would never end, she addressed him.  "Stand up," she said.  As he stood, so did Vanessa.  He felt his pants pressed outwards in the crotch.  His balls ached and for the life of him he couldn't understand why.  She looked at him and smiled vindictively.  For a moment, Roger felt the anger surge up in him.  How had he allowed this to happen?  Why didn't he just walk away?  He felt powerless.  Then he saw her eyes drift downward where they settled on his groin.  She looked back at him as though she was about to say something.  Instead she smiled, "Give me your hand."

This time she escorted him by hand back into the bathroom.  Together they stood in front of the mirror.  Roger had begun drooling from the bottom of his mouth.  The saliva was running down his chin.  She reached up and mercifully removed the soap from his mouth, placing it daintily in the sink.  They eyed each other in the mirror.

"So did you learn your lesson?" she asked.

"Yes, miss," he stammered weakly.  Why was he so fucked up?  It was as though he was in a trance.

"I prefer ma'am," she said.

"Yes ma'am," he corrected himself.  Now that the soap was gone he was beginning to regain his bearings.  She was angering him again.

"The next time I sense any disrespect from you toward me, or any other woman in this club, I'll do a much more thorough job of washing your mouth.  Believe me.  And that's not all I'll do," she said, as she felt intense satisfaction emanating from her nipples and her crotch.

"Yes ma'am," Roger said.  At this point, he just wanted to leave.

"Okay, you can go back to work," she said.  "And take your soap with you," she added.  "In fact, I want you to carry it with you at all times in case you're in need of further correction."  God she was good at this!  She could sense he was angry, and that made it even better.

She watched as he left without a word.

Chapter Two – Her Knee

When Roger arrived home that evening, he went straight to his room, pulled down his pants and, in less than ten strokes, sent fountains of semen shooting all over the place.  As he cleaned the mess he wondered what the hell was the matter with him.  How had he let himself get bested by some skirt?  Okay, it was true, she was beautiful and the owner of the club, but women were for fucking.  He should have bent her over her desk and slammed her.  He should have used his physical strength and knocked that little pussy for a loop.  That's what men were supposed to do to women.  Then why did it feel so good to be bossed around like that?  He had no idea, but he was already hardening again as he thought of the way she spoke to him.  For some insane reason, it felt really, really good to be pushed around by the weaker sex.  He wished he could understand what was going on in his head.

*****

Across town, Vanessa was enjoying a cup of tea with her good friend Brooke.  "It was so incredible, Brooke.  I took charge of him, totally put him in his place.  I loved every moment."

Brooke Radcliffe took a sip of tea, her red lipstick leaving a mark on the china.  A full-figured blonde, Brooke had once been a model.  But once she got married, she began to fill out.  Still beautiful, Brooke was a Ruebenesque size 14 and proud of it.  She was a loud, unapologetic, flamboyant woman, who wore expensive clothing and dictated all aspects of her life.  Vanessa and Brooke met at the Country Club three years earlier and the two became fast friends.  Their husbands ran in the same circles.  Early on in their relationship, Brooke made her views on female/male relationships perfectly clear.  Women ruled the earth.  She preached this fact to Vanessa whenever they got together.  Now both 43, Brooke was thrilled to discover that her initial suspicion about Vanessa was proving correct.  The beautiful, skinny bitch was a true-blue Dominant Cunt.

Vanessa absolutely glowed as she related her experience with the young man earlier that day.  "There was something incredibly satisfying about the exchange," she said.  "This feeling of power.  I felt it down there," she said.  "Between this and the divorce, I think I've finally arrived as a woman."

Brooke smiled.  "You have, dear.  In truth, you were always a woman.  Only now with the training and inevitable conquering of this boy, you're in the process of blossoming."

Vanessa pushed back her hair, revealing a blush.  "I guess I'm a little bit old to blossom."

"Utter nonsense," said Brooke.  "Modern women reach the peak of their sexual and emotional powers from the ages of 35 to 60."

Vanessa smiled.  "I wonder how far I should take it with this boy.  I don't want to get in trouble."

"Trouble?" said Brooke.  "The only one in trouble is this boy - trust me!"

Vanessa repositioned her snug bottom on the couch.  Just thinking of what happened was getting her hot.  "Get this, Brooke," she said.  "The whole time I was disciplining him, he had this hilarious little erection poking out in his pants."

Brooke threw back her head and laughed.  "Of course he did!  And I'm glad you noticed.  Did you point out his erection to him?"

“No.”

“Why not?”

"I don't know," said Vanessa.  "I guess I want to move slowly with him."

Brooke contemplated her friend's comment.  "I think that's a good strategy," she said.  "The truth is, I can guarantee you this boy is just begging to be taken in hand.  You could do it tomorrow if you wanted to.  But there's something extra satisfying about doing it gradually."

Vanessa smiled.  Brooke was so sharp.  "So what would you recommend?"

Brooke contemplated momentarily.  "By washing his mouth out, you've established a wonderful disciplinary foothold with him.  His erection was an indication that, willingly or not, he enjoyed being put in his place.  At the same time, I'd wager that his male ego is resisting the process.  Now is the time to break down his ego.  You have the easiest solution in the world:  The penis!"

Vanessa laughed.  This was so much fun!  "What about his penis?"

Brooke continued: "The penis never lies.  His erection was a clear sign that he's ready to submit to Female Supremacy.  While you were putting him in his place today, his ego was telling him one thing, but his penis - the thing that defines him as a male - was standing at full attention, saluting your superiority.  By assaulting him with your body, with your smell, with the power of your femininity, his penis went into full salute - full surrender mode if you will - even if his brain wasn't ready to.  If there's one ultimate law of female supremacy it's that the penis leads, and the male brain follows." 

Brooke spent the next few minutes suggesting a plan.  When she was done, Vanessa's smile could have lit up the entire mansion.  This was going to be great.

______________________________________

The next day, Roger was busy wiping down the front desk.  Kristin, that stupid bitch, had him on clean-up duty while she chatted up a pair of women in their late 20s who were waiting for their doubles partners to arrive.  Roger felt searing resentment as he wiped away, yet when he took a moment to think of Kristin telling him what to do, he felt a brief stirring in his groin.  Fuck that, he said to himself, and pushed it out of his head. 

"Psst, Roger."  He looked up and found himself facing Maya, the club manager.  Maya was an attractive Hindi woman with a nice, tight body.  She was also a hell of a tennis player.  "Mrs. Cromwell needs to see you in her office."

Roger's heart jumped.  He immediately broke into a cold sweat.  "What does she want?" he feigned toughness.

"I have no idea," said Maya.  "Do you want me to ask her?" she said raising her eyebrows.

********

"Come stand in front of me, Roger," said Mrs. Cromwell.

Roger tried like crazy to stay calm as he approached Mrs. Cromwell who once again was dressed to the nines.  What a gorgeous, cosmopolitan woman she was.  And she just sat there, stringing him along, keeping him guessing, as she eyed him up and down.  As he felt her eyes over him, Roger felt the inevitable expansion take place in his pants.  What was it about this fucking woman that made him lose control?

"How are we today, Roger?" she finally asked.

"I'm fine, ma'am."

"Did you bring your soap with you?"

The question caught him off guard.  Thinking she'd never bug him again he'd left the soap in his room at home.  "I- I forgot it, ma'am," he said.

"You forgot it?" she looked at him sternly.  "What did I tell you about the soap?"

"You told me to bring it with me," Roger said, beginning to steam but at the same time growing harder and harder at her high-handedness.

"No.  I told you to carry it with you at all times.  You aren't too bright, are you?"

Roger's irritation along with his penis rose another notch.  "I don't know," he said.

Vanessa loved stringing him along this way.  She reflected again on how easy it was to push his buttons, to manipulate him, and she thirsted for the next step.  "What do you think I should do about this?  What would you do if you were me?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know.  I don't know," she mimicked him.  She could tell he was angry and this would make things even more enjoyable.  Extending her pointer finger at his groin, she said, "It looks like your penis is excited, Roger.  Same way it was yesterday."  She paused to let her words sink in.  "What?  You think I didn't notice your disgraceful lack of control?  Really, what do you think we should do about this?"

Roger felt his knees go weak.  His mind went reeling with fury.  The way she cavalierly exposed what he thought was his private kingdom, his penis, shocked him to the core.  "I don't know," he said again. 

Vanessa uttered a disgusted sigh.  "I think it's clear the soap didn't do the trick."  She stood in front of him and he felt her scent float up into his nasal passage.  "Spread your legs," she said.

Roger’s mind was on the verge of explosion.  What on earth was happening here?  He felt his legs move apart as though she had a remote control leg-spreader in her possession. 

"Further!" Vanessa said.  She felt a tingle in each nipple.  It wouldn't be long before she became moist.  She waited for him to acknowledge her latest command.  Once he did, she continued the verbal assault.  “I think it’s clear you would benefit greatly from a swift knee to the groin.  Don’t you, Roger?”  She locked her eyes on him and smiled, while casually placing her hands on her hips and jutting her crotch out ever so slightly. 

“Um, I don’t know,” Roger said after a long delay where his male mind tried to process what was happening.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Vanessa thrust her knee forward and upward at its intended target.  She felt the hard bone of her knee cap made solid contact with his groin.  The temporary softness of his groin gave way to the hardness of what she guessed was his tailbone.  With great pleasure, she watched as Roger's eyes grew big as saucers.  She stepped back and studied him as he doubled over in pain. 

Oh my god, she thought to herself.  That felt so good. 

Roger didn't know why he had so readily agreed to spread his legs.  He knew what she was going to do to him.  Talk about the ultimate indignity, or so he thought at the time.  Unbeknownst to him, far worse indignities awaited him.  This little woman, this fucking middle aged bitch!  How could he let this happen to him?  Why didn't he leave?  It was a great mystery to him.  How could he have stood there and allow this fucking cunt rag to give him a humiliating knee to the balls?  He doubled over as the pain entered his stomach.  It was all he could do to keep from collapsing on his knees.  His instinct told him to run, but he remained standing there.  In the process of doubling over, he'd caught sight of Mrs. Cromwell's midsection, the hump in her crotch a few tantalizing inches away.  Again, that funny feeling returned.  Although he should have been furious - No, he should have grabbed her by the neck, instead he grunted "Thank you," as he tried to catch his breath.

"What was that?" the female voice of authority said. 

"Thank you," he muttered, still doubled over.

Her laughter filled the room, and once again Roger was filled with rage. 

"You see that, Roger," she said.  "You like it.”   Vanessa felt a surge of confidence.  Her instinct took over.  “I want you to admit that you like it and ask me very politely to knee you there again."

Roger attempted to straighten himself.  He looked down at her sexy pump, which was tapping on the floor.  "I don't like it," he said suddenly and without conviction.

He felt her finger beneath his chin, an unstated demand for him to look at her.  "Roger," she said.  "Your penis likes it."  She reached out and gave Roger’s groin a quick pinch.  She felt the hard penis beneath the fabric of his pants and her pinch lingered for a pregnant second before she released her grip. 

That was it.  He pulled away and made his way for the door.  Enough of this crazy, psycho bitch.  Her sweet, feminine laughter followed him as he walked across the office.  "Oh Roger, you aren't really going to walk away, are you."  It was a command, not a question, and it stopped him in his tracks.

Roger still felt the impact of her grip on his private part.  That little squeeze.  Man, did it send him for a loop!  Feelings surged through him, the likes of which he’d never felt in his entire life.

With each passing moment, Vanessa’s confidence continued to surge.  "Come back and stand in front of me right now," she said.  It was an order, but it was voiced in a gentle feminine voice designed to confuse and manipulate its male prey.

The voice rattled inside Roger’s brain.  As though possessed, Roger did as he was told.  Like a robot, he returned to the spot where he had been kneed a moment ago.  He felt his cock ache in his pants.  It wanted more and it kept him from leaving. 

She smiled victoriously as he approached her.  "You see, Roger?" she said.  "Your penis is facing the ceiling just like it was yesterday.  I want you to admit to me you like this, just like your penis is admitting you like it.  Then I want you to ask me very politely to knee you again."

"I-I-" he stammered.  He couldn’t believe the way she just said the word like it was nothing.  Your penis.

She spoke gently, though her words were not the least bit vague.  “Do it now.”

Roger’s lust was getting the better of him.  He suddenly had this intense urge to be naked for Mrs. Cromwell, to jerk off.  His cock absolutely throbbed.  She was right.  He liked it.

"I like it, ma'am," he admitted, choking back confessional tears.  "Please Mrs. Cromwell.  Please knee me again."

Vanessa's smile once again glowed.  "Where shall I knee you, Roger?"

"In the groin."  Roger was dizzy with a combination of excitement and bewilderment.

“Be more specific.”

“In the nuts,” he whispered.

Vanessa positioned him so he was standing in the corner.  She wanted to make this one count.  She could feel moisture now seeping from her crotch.  It was a good thing she'd thought ahead and worn a small pad today.  As a woman she always thought ahead, as opposed to this big dog salivating in front of her.  What a contrast.  "Take your pants down," she said.  "But leave your underwear on.  That way I know exactly where to aim." 

Roger obeyed in a flash.  He was in total heat.  He would have done whatever she told him to do at this point.  All sense of reason had left him.  He wore boxer briefs.  His 5" cock strained upward against the briefs.  A wet spot was quite apparent.  The erection left his nuts dangerously exposed, their outline clear through the thin fabric of the briefs. 

Vanessa put her hands on his shoulders again.  She pushed her knee against his crotch and held it there.  "Like I said, Roger.  Penises never lie.  Now ask me nicely one more time."

This bitch was getting off on this!  For a brief moment, the male ego rose in Roger, but then he felt her knee rubbing against his groin and it left him again.  "Please Mrs. Cromwell knee me in the balls."

Vanessa didn't move.  "Ask me with more feeling," she said.  "If I'm going to go out of my way to do this for you, I want to feel appreciated."

He asked again.  This time, before he could finish, Vanessa pulled back her well-toned leg and stepped into it.  Time to go for the kill.  Time to jolt his balls into next week.  Time for some real payback for his rudeness, for his maleness. 

Her right thigh pivoted on the axis of her stationary left thigh, smoothly flexing backward and then forward again with more-than-sufficient force: 

WHAM!

“Mmph.”  She groaned with satisfaction as she delivered the blow.  Amazingly her knee lifted him up to his tippie toes as he tried unsuccessfully to absorb his punishment.  Vanessa sorely wished someone had taken a photograph at the moment of impact.  It would have been a treasured keepsake. 

The look of surprise and disbelief on Roger’s face was priceless.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned in what could best be described as the sound of total defeat.  Then he collapsed on the floor and brought his knees to his chest, his hands searching for his groin in an unsuccessful attempt to sooth the deep pain in his stomach. 

Feeling a great sense of accomplishment, Vanessa walked back to her desk and sat down.  "Put your pants back on and get out of my office," she said.  "Now," she added.

End Chapter 2 - MORE SOON TO COME!

Chapter Three – CFNM

That night, after being kneed where it counted, Roger lay on his bed and stared at his cock and balls.  His balls were black and blue.  He'd spent almost an hour icing them down but the color wouldn't change.  He thought of who did that to them – A Woman - and he filled with rage.  At the same time, he'd masturbated three times in the three hours he'd been home.  Now that he’d gotten his rocks off, all he could think of was how he'd allowed himself to be so...so humiliated by that little bitch.  What was happening to him?  Could he trust her?  What would she do next? 

       

As these thoughts through his head, he felt himself harden yet again as he contemplated what had taken place, and what might take place in the future.  Confusion reigned.  He couldn't get Mrs. Cromwell's smiling, beautiful face out of his head.  He couldn't stop thinking about her ass and the way it moved in her skirt.  The way she pranced around.  The way she spoke down to him.  Made him admit that he liked it.  Nailed him right where it counted.  Despite having masturbated three times, he was rock hard again.  He punched the bed in frustration.  Then almost without thinking, he took a pen and wrote on his inner thigh:  "Property of Mrs. Cromwell."  He drew an arrow and pointed it to his penis.  Before washing off his thigh, he would masturbate for a fourth time.

*******

"It was beautiful, Brooke.  If not for the divorce it might have been the climactic moment of my life." Vanessa said.

Brooke laughed.  "Better than sex?" she asked.

Vanessa pondered the difficult question.  Earlier that evening, after she'd knocked Roger's scrotum into next week, she'd called Hugh, the tall 31 year-old club tennis pro into her office.  There, she'd sat him on the couch and impaled herself on his thick 8" cock.  Three earth-shattering orgasms in fifteen minutes, though none might have been as satisfying as kneeing Roger's balls. Indeed, the act of kneeing Roger's balls had greatly enhanced her orgasms.  "Crazy as it sounds I think the domination is more fulfilling.

Brooke took a sip of tea.  "And you haven't even scratched the surface of true female domination yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about CFNM.  Clothed Female, Nude Male.  It's time you fully expose Roger for the perverted pussywhipped slob that he is.  At the same time, you keep your clothing on.  It will be an extremely liberating and defining experience for both of you."

"Hmm, CFNM has a nice ring to it," agreed Vanessa.  "But Roger is such a pig.  He probably stinks.”

Brooke: "Easy problem to solve.  After you make him strip naked, have him clean himself and shave in your bathroom."

Vanessa:  "I have to admit, that sounds like a lot of fun.  Do you really think he'll go for that?"

Brooke:  "Do I think he'll go for that?  Hello?  Vanessa, I guarantee you this boy went home today and masturbated all night long.  And the whole time I guarantee he was fantasizing about the beautiful, mature woman that took control of him.  He has no say in the matter!"

Both women broke into laughter.

Vanessa: "I could totally see that."

Brooke: "Vanessa, you got him to admit he likes it.  You OWN his penis.  It's a done deal.  Now, the question is – and I think I know the answer - are you a true female supremacist?"

Vanessa: "I never thought about it."

Brooke: "Yes you have.  You should listen to a recording of you describing what it felt like to humiliate Roger today.  You’re a natural, vindictive female supremacist, Vanessa.  I know it.”

Vanessa smiled.  "When you're right, you're right."

Brooke took another sip of tea.  "Now that we have that settled, let me tell you about CFNM.  CFNM is the cornerstone of female domination.  The idea is that the ultimate prize, the all-powerful cunt, while always in the mind of the perverted submissive male, may never under any circumstances be seen.  Out of sight but never out of mind.  It's because we as superior women have the right to total privacy.  Males, on the other hand, must be totally exposed.  By exposing him, you're greatly enhancing your domination.  While you remain the picture of dignity and control, he will be stripped of his clothing and his ego.  His naked, vanquished penis will be a sign of respect to your authority and also a sign of his lack of self-control.  You are to constantly make him aware of the situation.  Rub his face in it!  Point out to him how modern women are civilized, dignified beings, while males are nothing but dogs, slave to their masters - the vagina - that which they can never see but still enslaves them by its mere presence!"

Vanessa nodded in appreciation.

Brooke continued. "Just think of ball busting for example.  As great as today was, imagine how much more pleasurable it will be when you can see his penis flopping around like a punch-drunk boxer after you've finished disciplining it.  Imagine the joy of watching his scrotum go flying from one side of his groin to the other as he grunts and moans in total defeat.  Trust me.  I should know.  It's intensely pleasurable.  You got a small taste of it today.”

Vanessa shook her head in admiration.  She could feel the blood flowing to that region as she thought of humiliating Roger that way.  "Brooke, you're a genius," she said.

"I know.  Now remember.  Once he's naked, you should go out of your way to make him feel exposed and humiliated.  Rape him with your eyes.  Constantly refer to his penis as though it's second nature.  Remember, it's a penis, not a cock.  Real men have cocks.  Roger has a penis.  And he likes to masturbate it.  Quiz him about his masturbation habits.  Make him confess everything to you - his female penis master."

"Incredible," said Vanessa.  A light went off in her head.  “And the whole time, my pussy will be safe and secure, in a comfortable pair of panties, happy as a clam!”

The two burst into laughter.  It was funny because it was true.

"Exactly, girl.  It's all yours for the taking," said Brooke.  "Remember he wants this.  He needs this.  You're fulfilling his deepest fantasies.  A part of him is too stupid to realize that.  But you're in the process of destroying that part of him.  I'm talking about his male ego.  Be vindictive.  Once you get him naked, take a photograph of him doing something stupid, like sticking his finger up his anus while masturbating.  Blackmail him.  It's your ultimate insurance policy."

"What a great idea," said Vanessa.

"Take him well beyond his comfort zone, beyond his limits.  Make him deeply regret what he's gotten himself into.  Destroy him.  Otherwise it's not worth it."

"That's harsh," said Vanessa.  "But I like it."

"I know you like it," chided Brooke good naturedly.  "And you're going to like it more and more because it's your true calling."  She stood and leveled with her friend.  "Vanessa, men have been doing horrible things to women for tens of thousands of years.  The revenge we take upon them must be without mercy.  And just remember the way Roger treated you at the traffic light.  This is a young male sorely in need of correction."

"And I'm just the woman to give it to him," said Vanessa with more conviction than ever.

*********

Roger stiffened the moment he saw Mrs. Cromwell walk in the door.  It was mid afternoon two days after his last visit to her office.  He'd been thinking of nothing but her since their last meeting.  He admitted to hoping he'd get some private time in her office.  What might she have in store for him?  When he saw her approach the front desk, his sexual excitement trumped his fear.  Was this love?

"Hello Kristin," Mrs. Cromwell said. 

Here mere presence excited Roger.  As usual, she was radiant.  Today she wore a black knee high skirt, stockings, black square-toed high heels, and an orange blouse. 

"I need someone to do some heavy lifting in my office.  May I borrow your assistant later this afternoon?" She motioned to Kristin.

"My assistant?" Kristin chuckled.  "Of course, Mrs. Cromwell.  He's all yours." 

"Great, see you at 4:00, Roger."

When she was gone, Kristin turned to Roger.  "What's that all about, <assistant>?"

"I don't know, and I'm not your assistant," Roger said, turning red.

"Yes you are," Kristin challenged.  Then she frowned.  "Looks like Vanessa likes you."

If only she knew, thought Roger.

Roger contemplated the situation.  I wonder what she's going to do to me?  Will she knee my balls again?  It's not like I did anything to tick her off.  Maybe she really does need me to lift some heavy stuff.  After thinking it over, Roger concluded that he shouldn't let his fantasies get out of hand.  Mrs. Cromwell was a wealthy, civilized woman.  He couldn't imagine she'd take things much further than she already had.  This triggered disappointment in Roger, which annoyed him. 

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*********

"You needed me?" Roger entered Mrs. Cromwell's office at 4:00 sharp.  She was busy typing.

"Come stand at attention," Vanessa said, without taking her eyes away from her computer screen. 

For a flickering moment, Roger felt some anger at her high-handedness.  Then he realized how stiff he was and he snapped back to attention.  Good thing he had adjusted himself in his underpants prior to entering her office.  It made his erection much less conspicuous.

After a minute, she turned in her chair and faced him.  "Did you bring your soap?"

Hand trembling, Roger reached into his back pocket and pulled out the soap.  "Good boy!  You can put it back in your pocket.  Hopefully we won't need it today."

Roger sighed.  That was a relief.

Vanessa appraised him up and down.  "How do your balls feel today, Roger?"

Roger couldn't believe this.  She was really going to push it, and he found himself once again quivering with excitement at how she made him feel simply by being in the same room to him, by talking to him so cavalierly.  "They are, um, okay.  They were swollen the other day."

"And why were they swollen?" she raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Because you kneed me."

"That's right.  I kneed you.  And you liked it, right?"

Roger hated how she rubbed it in his face.  But he loved it at the same time.  "Yes."

Vanessa uncrossed her legs.  They looked exquisite lined up next to one another.  "Roger, tell me, did you masturbate your penis when you thought of what I did to you?"

The question nearly knocked Roger over - the way she cavalierly tossed these dirty phrases around.  He was so shocked, he said nothing.

"You're blushing, Roger."  Vanessa spoke slowly.  "It's a simple question.  Did you masturbate your penis when you thought of what I did to you?"  Her sweet voice took extra time to enunciate the word "penis."

Lie to her, Roger thought to himself.  But he couldn't.  He was so overwhelmed with her beauty.  There was something hypnotic about her.  Those legs and the way he could almost see up her skirt to the treasure that was just out of view.  "Yes, ma'am," he found himself saying before he could change his mind.

Vanessa threw back her head and laughed.  "How many times?" she asked.

Roger felt angry at being laughed at.  "I don't know."

"So it must have been several," she said through continued laughter.

Damn it, he'd been outsmarted again.  "I-I guess," he finally admitted.

"Look at you, Roger," Vanessa went into lecture mode.  "I wash your mouth out with soap.  Then I scramble your eggs, and you go home and masturbate several times.  I think it's obvious you enjoy the idea of serving me.  Don't you?"

"I don't know."

"Take down your pants and your underpants," Vanessa said haughtily.  "I want to see what you've been playing with."

Roger's hands moved quickly to unbutton himself.  Apparently it wasn't fast enough for Mrs. Cromwell, who said, "C'mon, don't keep me waiting!"

With great excitement, Roger yanked down his pants and his underpants.  God it felt good when Mrs. Cromwell bossed him around.  The promise of sexual gratification overcame any fears of what she might do to him.  His cock popped out into the open.  It was red and hard, in all of its five-inch glory.

"Gosh, Roger, what a complete PERVERT you are!  I tell you to expose your penis to me and you were just chomping at the bit.  Believe me when I say if the situation were reversed, I would never show you any of my private parts in a million years.  Do you know why?"

"No, ma'am," Roger grunted.

"Because I'm a WOMAN, stupid.  I’m not ruled by my spasmodic sexual desires.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."  Roger felt a flicker of anger at the insult.

"Good."  Vanessa took a ruler off her desk.  She leaned forward and slid one end of the ruler under his balls and pushed upwards.  The action caused Roger's erect penis to point straight at the ceiling.

"I want to make sure you're perfectly clear about what's happening to you, Roger.  Your swollen penis is a sign of submission and respect to me.  That's a good thing.  You should be proud of yourself.  In fact, I want you to thank your penis for showing respect to a woman."

"Thanks," Roger said, his anger rising at what was happening to him.

Before Roger knew what hit him, Vanessa pulled the ruler away and then slapped him hard on the head of his cock.  It stung something awful.  Roger bent forward and instinctively brought his hands to his groin.

"Take your hands away!" Vanessa ordered.  When he complied, she continued.  "Roger, you have NO IDEA what I'm capable of.  Now repeat after me.  'Thank you, penis, for showing respect to Miss Vanessa."

"Thank you, penis, for showing respect to Miss Vanessa."

"Good boy.  Now, Roger.  There's no nice way to put this:  your penis stinks, and so do you.  You are a ripe, unkempt young man.  Since you're going to be spending a great deal of time naked in my presence, we need to correct this right away.  So you need to drag your stinky ass into my bathroom, get in the shower, and clean every orifice in your body harder than you ever had before.  Especially your penis and asshole.  When you are done, there's a scissors on the toilet.  You are to trim the disgusting nest around your penis and balls.  So I can see your privates without having to squint my eyes and look at that disgusting nest.  Are we clear?"

Roger's anger was reaching a boiling point.  He was close to grabbing his clothing and running for it.  But he couldn't bring himself to break away. 

As though she could read his mind, Vanessa took the ruler and began caressing the underside of Roger's cock.  Her words chilled him to the bone.  "Roger, we both know the effect I have on your penis.  I own it and soon enough I'll own you.  We both know this.  Now go clean up your dirty ass and stand in front of me in your birthday suit.  Run along now." 

Vanessa turned and placed the ruler on the desk.  As Roger ran off to the shower, she squeezed her thighs together.  This was even better than she could have imagined.  She could see the way her words penetrated his soul.  She pressed a button on her computer.  A video camera positioned above the shower performed its magic on her computer screen.  A smile came over her face as she watched Roger scrub his penis, balls and anus with tremendous urgency.  Her victory over Roger would be totally comprehensive.  His defeat would be a humiliation unlike any other.

When Roger came out of the bathroom, his horniness had reached new heights.  The act of scrubbing himself and trimming his pubes had driven him wild.  Now as he stood back in the presence of Vanessa and her perfume assaulted his senses he thought he might explode without even touching himself.

Vanessa made Roger stand right in front of her.  She leaned forward in the chair and studied Roger.  Recently, to pass the time, she had read a few books on human, specifically male body English.  Roger was displaying all the signs of deep submission.  It was the perfect time to teach him his most humiliating lesson yet.

"Look at your penis, Roger.  Does it normally get that hard?"

"Sometimes," he gasped.  Each time she said that word, <penis>, it made him crazy with desire.  It made him aware of the situation he found himself in, naked, exposed, and horny.  Far off in the recesses of him mind, his male ego was issuing an alarm, but the alarm was being overridden by her commanding, bitchy, feminine voice.

Vanessa chuckled.  "Who made your penis get that hard, Roger?"

"Y-you did," he stammered.

"Bend forward, Roger, hips back, face right here," she motioned.  Then she took Roger gently by the chin and deep into his eyes.  "That's right.  I made you this way and don't your forget it."  Vanessa took a tiny digital camera off her desk.  "I'll bet you're just dying to touch your penis for me, aren't you, Roger?"

"Yes ma'am," Roger panted just like a dog.

Vanessa positioned the camera in her small hands.  "I think we should capture the moment for posterity’s sake.  Your first time shaming yourself for my amusement.  Don't you think?"  She smiled.

Roger felt an alarm go off in his head.  If she has photographs, she could use them against me.  Unfortunately, Vanessa's timing was perfect.  Every phase of her plan was orchestrated to perfection.  She knew his desire would once again get the better of him.  Roger knew none of this, of course.  He only knew that the shower had made him horny and he was dying for release.  The fact that she would be wearing all her clothes made the whole thing even more exciting.  She was so fucking sexy.  Roger couldn't take his eyes of her perfect flat stomach, her slender legs, fingers and neck, and then the perfect little mound in the center of her body.  He felt himself weaken even further.

She turned on the camera.  "Shove your middle finger deep into your anus for me, Roger," she said.  When Roger hesitated, she added, "Do it now, jerkoff.   Deeper.  All the way in.”

Roger felt himself hesitate, then when she verbally humiliated him, it caused him to fall deeper into submission.  He plunged his middle finger deep into his ass and sighed with pleasure.

"Good boy.  See how good it feels to humiliate yourself for me? Now, Roger make a ring with your thumb and forefinger.  Good boy.  Now, slide your penis in between the ring finger, and fuck your hand and your ass at the same time!"  Vanessa howled with laughter, pleased with her improvisational verbal skills. 

“C'mon, fuck yourself harder, Roger.  That's it.  Pump those hips.  Rotate your body in a circle so I can get some nice incriminating photos."

That word incriminating alarmed Roger, but he was too lost in his own masturbatory excitement to care.  As though she could read his mind - he was beginning to think she really could - Vanessa said, "That's right, jackass.  I said incriminating.  And tell me when you are close to cumming."  She took several more photographs. 

Roger couldn't believe he was in this position.  But he couldn't stop.  He knew things had gone completely out of his control, but he was totally consumed by the moment, and his hunger.  He began to feel an earth-shattering orgasm well up in his loins.  "I- I'm gonna cum," he panted. 

Vanessa suddenly rose to her feet and stepped in front of him.  "I did NOT give you permission to cum."  Roger watched, totally helpless as she lifted her knee and flicked her lower leg up between his thighs.  Thwunk!  Her high-heeled pump crashed into his nuts at the same time his orgasm built to a crescendo.  Pain and incredible pleasure all at once!  Roger sprawled on the floor next to Vanessa's feet, his hand still pumping furiously, mechanically, his penis contracting in an intense orgasm, semen spurting uncontrollably out of his swollen nuts. 

Brooke was right.  The intense satisfaction Vanessa felt when she kicked Roger in his naked balls was like nothing she'd ever experienced.  The visual of his balls going flying was spectacular.

Roger convulsed on the floor, Vanessa kneeled above him.  She grabbed him by the hair.  "You're going to clean your fucking mess off my carpet, jackass."  Gone was the kind, hypnotic voice.  In it's place was the voice of a raging bitch.  She made him fetch some towels in the kitchen and wipe down her carpet while she stood above him and belittled him.  "You clearly have no self control.  Next time you spill your male filth in my office, I swear I’m going to make you eat it," she said.  "Are we clear?"

Roger couldn't believe his predicament.  In his post orgasmic haze, his male ego rose up.  It wanted to get dressed and leave.  Roger thought of what she'd just done to him - Again - this time so much worse than the previous times.  He was thinking, run dude!  But what would Mrs. Cromwell do with those photographs if he ran?  Roger eyed her legs and high heels.  Such beautiful feminine objects.  I'm not going anywhere, he conceded.

When Roger finished cleaning his mess, Vanessa ordered him to lie on his belly and wriggle his way like a worm until he was under her desk.  By the time Roger got there, the friction from the floor had made him hard again.  She made him turn sideways so she had visual access to his penis.  She laughed when she saw it.  "Erect again, Roger.  Really!  I've noticed your penis seems to have a particularly strong reaction to my high heels.  Is that true, Roger?" 

"Yes, ma’am."

"I thought so.  Clean them with your tongue then," Vanessa said as she began typing on her computer.   She put her left shoe down and stuck her right foot in his face.  "I want you to pay extra attention to this one, since it took the time to kick your balls.  In fact, I think you should thank it.  Say ‘Thank you Ms. High Heel for teaching me a painful lesson.  I needed it.’”

“Thank you, Ms. High Heel for teaching me a painful lesson.  I needed it.”

“My pleasure, now eat me.”

Roger stuck his tongue out and licked.  There was something incredibly feminine and sensual about Mrs. Cromwell's high heels and her sleek legs.  For the first time Roger began to think that Mrs. Cromwell truly was his superior.  His cock throbbed and he put his entire soul into worshipping her high heels.  After a few minutes when she was typing, she looked down to check on him.  Because she had insisted he lie sideways, she could see it all.  "Nice to see your penis showing my feet their proper respect.  I think I’ve found myself a new lapdog," she laughed.

After a few minutes, Vanessa ordered him to his feet.  There, she made him stand next to her and look at the computer screen.  She showed him several digital photographs of his masturbation routine.  "If that’s not the picture of a compulsive jerk-off, then I don’t know what is," she said, again taking that nasty tone with him.  "You should know that I've mailed these photographs to a lady friend of mine.  Should you fail to obey me at any point, you can rest assured I'll use these photographs to destroy you.  Understand?"

Upon hearing Roger's obedient confirmation, Vanessa stood.  "I have a doubles match to attend.  While I'm gone I need you to serve as my coat stand."  She positioned him in the corner of the room and removed her fur coat from the closet.  There was no need for the coat since it was mid summer, but Vanessa had another point to make.  She handed him the jacket, which was fairly heavy and probably cost a substantial amount of money.  "Hold it away from your body and make absolutely certain it doesn't come into contact with your penis.  I'm going to change now in the privacy of my bathroom." 

Roger took the coat.  He stood there while Vanessa went into the bathroom to put on her tennis clothing.  She came out wearing a white outfit with white Keds.  "Spread your legs," she said.

"Let me make this abundantly clear, Roger.  You exist only for me now," she said, pointing her finger at Roger's face.  "I know this is what you wanted all along.  Now, I expect nothing less than your complete submission and utter devotion to me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Call me master.”

Roger was amazed at his own words.  “Yes, master.”

"You have a long way to go, Roger.  Your training has only just begun.  By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to learn that you exist to serve all womankind." 

With that, Vanessa slid her tennis racket between his legs and flicked her wrist.  She felt the pleasure surge through her as his already-swollen penis and balls recoiled from her assault.   Roger bent over and groaned in agony.  To his credit he kept her coat from touching the ground.  "See you in 90 minutes," she said.  "If you do a good job holding my coat, I'll kick your balls for you when I come back.”

Vanessa played great tennis that night.  She had a hard time keeping a smile off her face when she thought of what she'd done to Roger.  You don't fuck with me, she thought to herself.  The guy thought he could push me around at a traffic light and look at him now, cleaning my shoes with his tongue, serving as my naked coat hanger for no reason other than that I want him to.  Brooke was right.  There was nothing quite as satisfying as dominating and sexually humiliating young men.  Penises and scrotums were just built for female discipline.  It was all so perfect.  The simple act of witnessing the look on Roger face as she throttled his penis and balls was so satisfying.

The tennis just flowed out of Vanessa that night.  Vanessa pranced around the court like she owned it (which she did), making difficult shots look routine.  Her doubles partners wondered what had gotten into her and she said she'd been practicing.  The truth was, she wasn't over-thinking her shots, since her mind was focused on what she'd just done to Roger and what remained to be done.  Oh the fun she would have, guiding him through humiliations his feeble male mind would not be able to comprehend until the reality was upon him.

END CHAPTER THREE – more to come

Chapter Four – Hair Brush Meets Male Ass

The following morning Roger sat at the front desk twiddling his thumbs.  All he could think of was Mrs. Cromwell and what she'd done to him.  When she returned from her tennis match, as promised she dropped him with a swift kick in the balls.  "Uhh!  Get dressed and get the fuck out of my office," she had said.  She had such a sadistic side.  Roger had already welcomed the idea of serving Vanessa.  What bugged him was her talk about serving "all of womankind."  That wasn't something he was the least bit interested in.

"Yo, Roger."  It was Kristin who snapped him out of his trance.  "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Tim the Janitor is out today and Maya asked me to have you do the men's bathroom.”  Kristin could barely conceal a smile.

"What the fuck!?" Roger said.  "You got to be kidding me.  Fuck that, I'm not doing it."

Kristin put her hands on her hips.  "Oh Roger.  I guess I'll have to tell Maya you don't want to do your job.  I'm sure that will go over real well." 

"This is ridiculous," said Roger, now resigned to the task.

Kristin put a bucket, a mop and some cleaning solution next to Roger.  "Have fun," she said, her voice oozing with sarcasm.

Roger wasn't having it.  "Fuck you," he mumbled.

Kristin had been walking away, but now she stopped in her tracks.  "WHAT did you say?" she said.

"Nothing."

"That's what I THOUGHT," Kristin said.  She walked over and sat next to Roger.  "You're lucky I'm a nice girl, Roger," she said.  "If I told Maya you said that to me, you'd be out on your ass.  But then I'd have to do the toilets," she laughed.  "So, like I said, have fun, SUCKER.” 

Roger watched the bitch as she walked away.  Kristin actually dressed nice for a plus-sized girl.  Roger thought it was funny how she tried to come off as this young businesswoman.  For a girl who must weigh 150 pounds, she wasn't bad looking.  Thanks to the high heels, she stood almost six feet tall.  Roger studied her ass.  It was quite womanly.  Her ample hips gave her a nice thick hourglass figure.  He imagined she must have a huge, womanly vagina.  To his shock, he felt himself stiffening at the thought.  What had gotten into him?  He was never into fat chicks before.  Was this Vanessa's influence?  It was as though the mere consideration of the word "vagina" was making him weak. 

Roger thought about his situation.  He had a brief fear that Vanessa might find out that he swore at Kristin.  But he dismissed it as paranoia.  Just because he had become Vanessa's slave didn't mean shit when it came to Kristin.  It was one thing to worship a beautiful, rich woman like Vanessa, but Kristin was another story.  He'd be damned if he would put up with her shit.  As far as he was concerned, that fat bitch was beneath him...

*******

Vanessa arrived just before noon, striding in wearing a lavender dress and matching lavender suede knee high boots.  It wasn't strict business attire, but the dress made her look and feel like a beautiful woman.

She'd left her computer on overnight and she admired the new screen saver.  It was a particularly lewd photograph of Roger.  He was facing the camera at an angle, lust apparent on his face, his body contorted.  It was one of the last photographs she'd shot, after the idiot announced abruptly that he was going to ejaculate.  Men!  Roger's face was full of lust.  Saliva was leaking out of the corner of his mouth.  The tip of his penis was purple and leaked with pre cum.  At the bottom of the photo, Vanessa had captured her ankles and high heels.  For that reason, there could be no doubt that Roger's humiliation was being presided over by a woman.  Brooke had already replied to the email, announcing that the photograph belonged in "the femdom hall-of-fame."

Next steps with Roger needed to be taken sooner rather than later.  Vanessa wanted to seal the deal with Roger before the boy had time to react.  Not that it mattered that much.  Roger was totally under his thumb.  Vanessa already had a diabolical plan for taking Roger to the next level of humiliation.  She shared her plan on the telephone with Brooke late last night, and Brooke had wholeheartedly endorsed it.  "It's a particularly satisfying part of female domination and the next logical step," Brooke had said. 

Vanessa licked her lips.  The only thing that was missing now was a proper excuse, a slip-up by Roger.  It would justify her domination of him, not that she needed justification.  And it would enable her to humiliate him in a fashion she knew would totally rock his world.  For that reason, she had instructed Maya to tell Kristin to keep very close tabs on Roger.  Vanessa hoped he would say something stupid.  Her gut told her it was only a matter of time before he slipped up.  The problem was, she couldn't wait.

Fortunately she wouldn't have to. 

Someone knocked on the door. It was Maya.

"Hi Vanessa.  I just wanted to tell you that I had an interesting conversation with Kristin."  Vanessa nearly burst with joy as the beautiful, 27-year-old Hindi woman shared the details of Kristin's confrontation with Roger earlier that morning.  "Just say the word and I'll send him on his way," said the always-professional Maya.   

"Thank you, dear.  Say, Maya, I have a question for you," began Vanessa.  "Please know I think you're doing a great job and no matter what you decide, I think very highly of you as a female manager."

"Okay?" said Maya with curiosity.

"Have you noticed how Roger has been spending a fair amount of time in this office?"

"Yes," Maya said.  Inside, Maya was nervous.  Roger was a total asshole and if he was fucking Vanessa, Maya sure didn't want to know about it.

"It's probably not what you think, dear."  Vanessa proceeded to tell Maya all about what she'd been doing with Roger. 

"So he's your complete lackey?" Maya said, as the hint of a smile came over her lips.

Vanessa smiled as well.  It was obvious Maya was relaxed to the idea. "That's right, honey.  I've taken control of him and reduced him to a toy for my amusement, AND, I should add, the amusement of other women.  He doesn't know this yet, but I intend to make his humiliation much more public.  

"This is wonderful," Maya said, breaking into a big smile.  "Just wonderful.  I have to say if anyone deserves this, it's Roger."

Vanessa signaled for Maya to come look at her computer screen.  There in plain view was The Photograph.

Maya put her hand over her mouth and burst out in laughter.  She couldn't help it.  It was like nothing she had ever seen.  She had heard about dominatrixes, but this was something different.  Vanessa had exposed Roger the asshole in the nastiest way imaginable.  "What a pervert!" Maya said, partly in disgust, partly in delight. 

Vanessa shared with Maya her plan and her next steps.  Did Maya want to be a part of Roger's total humiliation?  Did she want to witness and then participate in the destruction of the male ego?

Maya thought it over.  She totally respected her boss, and had no problem with what she was doing to Roger.  Maya had always been a prudish sort of girl.  She knew she had a fabulous figure, but she didn't really like the idea of men touching her.   "I think I'm going to pass, at least for now," she said.

Vanessa nodded.  "Whatever you want to do is fine with me, sweetheart.  Keep in mind that in female domination, you keep all your clothing on.  That's part of the humiliation.  Roger would do whatever you told him to do.  I think you would find it quite empowering.  Let me know whenever you're interested."

Maya thanked Vanessa.  What an interesting lady the boss was.  Maya remained unsure about things, but the photo of Roger had caused an odd stirring in the pit of her stomach.  "I'm going to pass for now," she smiled.  "I think the other person you have in mind will be interested.  I'll send her in a few minutes."

********

At just past noon, Todd completed the toilet task.  Then he ate lunch.  At some point in the afternoon, Maya informed him Mrs. Cromwell wanted to see him in her office at 4:00 again.  Todd felt the excitement kick in.  He spent the rest of the day in a constant state of arousal. 

Kristin returned at 2:00 and Roger had to put up with her presence for another two hours.  She was acting weird too.  The way she looked at him sent chills up his spine.  For a moment he thought maybe she had found out what he was up to with Mrs. Cromwell (God forbid!), but he dismissed the thought.  Mrs. Cromwell wouldn't take it that far.  Would she?

At 4:00 he excused himself to go to Mrs. Cromwell's office.

"Clothing off.  On your knees!" the Mrs. Cromwell said the minute Roger set foot in her office. 

Roger hurried to comply.  One look at Mrs. Cromwell was all it took, so commanding and feminine in her light purple dress, each tantalizing curve of her body teasing Roger as he yanked off his clothes and got into worship position.

Vanessa gave him the once-over.  "Wow, Roger," she teased. Has your penis been hard all day?  You know what they say about erections lasting more than four hours."

Roger confessed it had been hard on and off.  His eyes drifted to Mrs. Cromwell's computer screen where a vivid photo of him shaming himself was on display.

"Do you like my new screen saver, Roger?" she laughed.  Then, before he could answer her, she continued.  "I spoke with Maya earlier today.  She told me you had the temerity to swear at Kristin this morning when she ordered you to clean the toilets.  Is that true."

Roger felt his face go red.  "I- Kristin is not always fair when it comes to that stuff."

Vanessa stood and got right up in Roger’s face.  "NOT FAIR?  Are you serious, Roger?  A woman - your boss - not being fair with you, Roger?  I can see we have a LOT of work to do.  Do you remember what I said about you being inferior to all women?"

"Yes, ma'am," Roger felt the fear creeping in.

"Exactly what part of that lesson did you fail to understand?"

"I don't know."

The intensity of Vanessa's stare was homicidal.  She leaned forward and, with startling quickness, slapped Roger in the face, jarring him.  She slapped him again, this time dislodging a tear.  Roger's head snapped back into place as he looked up at his female tormentor.  He felt anger well up inside, but he knew better. 

"You don't know," she said, continuing to stare daggers.  "Well, I can see we have a great deal more work to do around here."  She reached into her drawer and pulled out a large wooden hairbrush.  "Do you know what this is for?" Vanessa asked him.  She began tapping the back of the hairbrush in her palm.  "That's a hint," she smiled.

Roger felt his jaw drop.  She wasn't serious, was she?  "You don't mean," he began, but he swallowed his words.  "Oh no."

"That's right, Roger.  Tell me, did your mother ever spank you when you were a child?"

Roger felt the panic set in.  He wanted to leave but he was frozen in place on her knees.  "I- maybe once or twice."

"I can guarantee you she wasn't as thorough as I'm going to be, young man."

"Please," Roger began begging.  "You can't spank me."  The words just slipped out.  Roger knew he was going to pay for them, though he had no idea how bad it would turn out.  All he knew at that moment was that he couldn't take the idea of a woman, even the beautiful Mrs. Cromwell, treating him like a little boy.  To be treated that way was far too humiliating.  He began to break out in a cold sweat.

"Look, I'm sorry.  I have a hard time with Kristin.  I'll treat her much better from now on.  I promise."

Vanessa laughed and shook her head.  "You really have no clue, do you Roger?  Let me make this as clear as possible."  She reached forward and pointed her finger right in his face.  "I don't care how much you beg or plead, Roger.  You're going to learn just how cruel I can be when I sense your disobedience."  She patted the paddle in her palm, letting her words set in as Roger's world again came crashing down upon him.  "Spanking is going to become a regular part of your life.  I think you'll find that I won’t show any mercy when it comes to disciplining your ass."

With that, Vanessa picked up the phone and dialed a number.  "Maya.  Hi dear, it's Vanessa.  Could you please send Kristin on over.  Yes, thank you."

A major alarm went off in Roger's head.  KRISTIN??  No!  He stood and went for his clothing.  "I can't," he said hastily. 

Vanessa just laughed.  "Roger, Roger, Roger.  Go ahead and walk out that door.  What do I really care?  What do you think Roger Senior will say when he sees the photographs I took the other day.  And your younger sister, Monica.  I’ll bet she would be very interested in seeing her annoying big brother exposed and humiliated.  I think I’ll give them to her personally so I can see her reaction.  I imagine she’ll laugh, but your father will cry." 

Roger tried to think of a way out, but there was none.  Monica was going to see him like this?  That little bitch would probably have a field day with it, tell all her friends.  He thought about just leaving and dealing with his family.  But he knew he couldn't.  He couldn’t believe how vindictive Vanessa could be.  This woman was playing for keeps.  And Roger had no response.  He stood there, his face bright red, unsure of what to do. 

Vanessa strode over.  Without a word, she reached between his legs and gently took hold of his cock, which up to that point had been rapidly deflating on the news of Kristin’s pending arrival. 

Roger froze.  He looked down as Mrs. Cromwell rubbed her fingers over the tender part of his cock, which stiffened immediately.  He felt his entire body tingle with the most intense non orgasmic pleasure of his young life.  Then, realizing the predicament he found himself in, he began to beg.  "Oh god, Mrs. Cromwell.  Please don't spank me in front of Kristin.  Please."

Knowing she needed to soften Roger up so that her young charge would yield to her demands, Vanessa continued to fondle his penis.  Roger looked down at his cock, which had turned purple.  Pre cum was already seeping out the tip.  Vanessa gently ran her thumb over it, allowing the pre cum to moisten the ball of her thumb.  She then slid her thumb beneath the head and made a circling motion on the ultra-sensitive glans area on the underside of his penis.  Vanessa felt great satisfaction as she heard his labored breathing intensify.  Brooke had once told her that penis manipulation was much like training an animal, except since men were intelligent as far as animals went, they were incredibly quick learners.  Training them was so much easier than training a dog.  God was she right!

Vanessa used her other hand to take hold of Roger's scrotum.  "That's a good boy, Roger," she whispered.  "Who knows what is best for you?" 

Roger was now in a deep trance.  "You do," he moaned. 

"That's right," Vanessa said.  She felt Roger's penis begin to twinge.  He was probably a half minute from orgasm.  She would have to be careful not to allow Roger to spill his filth.  It was better to keep him all pent up for the time being.

"Don't worry," she said.  "I'm not going to spank you in front of Kristin."  Roger felt a huge sense of relief.  Then Vanessa completed her statement.  "Kristin is going to spank you in front of me.

There was a knock on the door.  This was too perfect, thought Vanessa.  God I'm good at this.  "Come in," she said, simultaneously removing her hands from Roger's groin.  Vanessa stepped away from Roger and folded her arms.  This is going to be beautiful, she thought, as she studied the anguished look on Roger’s face as he realized he was about to be exposed in front of his hated arch nemesis.  He remained frozen in place, thanks to the pleasurable sensations Vanessa had been delivering moments ago, his hard penis twitching in total submission as it pointed to the ceiling in salute of its master.

In walked Kristin, the promising young woman who worked at the front desk.  Despite her being slightly overweight, Vanessa always felt Kristin was a beautiful young woman. Plus, the girl had obvious femdom tendencies.  When she'd spoken to Kristin earlier, the young woman had been absolutely thrilled with Vanessa's plan.

"Oh. My. God," Kristin said when she saw the spectacle in front of her.  She burst into joyful laughter.  There in front of her was her arch nemesis.  He was buck naked.  Not only that, his dick was in plain view.  It was so unimpressive in size!  Who would have ever guessed Roger was a pin dick?  And to top it off, it was swollen beyond belief; the head was purple and clear pre-cum was oozing out of the tip.  Roger was so lost in his pleasure that he didn't even cover up when Kristin entered.  She had several seconds to get a lovely appraisal of him before her laughter knocked him out of his trance.  His eyes got big and he covered his groin with his hands, but not until Kristin had gotten an eyeful.

Kristin exchanged glances with Vanessa Cromwell.  The architect of Roger's demise looked quite pleased with herself as well she should.  Vanessa was the picture of poise and elegance as she stood there, arms folded across her chest, proudly residing over Roger's latest humiliation.  She held a hairbrush in her hand.

As Roger came out of his trance, the reality of his situation hit him.  Kristin, the mega-cunt he'd been battling with all summer, had just seen him exposed and humiliated beyond belief.  He was ruined!  He sat on the couch and leaned forward to cover himself.  Then he buried his head in his hands.  "Oh no!" he said, to nobody in particular. 

Vanessa knew it was time to seize control.  She could feel the heat between her legs.  This was too good to be true!  She took Roger by his ear and pulled down so she could speak directly in his ear.  She moved her face within inches and spoke with great calmness, as though she was a second grade teacher dealing with a wayward child.  "I want you to take your hands away from your groin and show Miss Kristin what a bad boy’s penis looks like.  Remember, we don't keep any secrets from females, do we?"

He wanted to run.  He wanted to shove this petite woman aside and regain control.  But her voice was so soothing.  He could smell her perfume and it melted his resistance.  "No, ma'am," Roger felt himself saying.  Realizing he had no choice, Roger pulled his hands away and his stiff penis fell into full view. 

Kristen immediately burst into laughter.

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Vanessa pinched harder on Roger’s ear.  She had a huge smile on her face.  "Now, you need to apologize to Miss Kristin for not being able to control your penis in her presence."

Roger began to apologize, but he did so as he looked down at the floor.  He felt Vanessa's grip increase on his ear.  "Look her in the eye and show her proper respect as you address her," Vanessa said.

His head rose and he faced his nemesis.  Kristen had the most triumphant smile on her face.  Roger felt himself burning with the most intense humiliation of his life.  If it was bad with just Vanessa in the room, this was a thousand times worse.  "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Vanessa released his ear.  Without any warning, her hand shot down between Roger's legs with remarkable speed and precision.  She smacked him crisply, not too hard, on his penis and watched as it bobbed up and down.  "Say, 'I'm sorry, Miss Kristin for not being able to control my penis in your presence.'  And if I don't detect some real respect in your voice, I swear I'll bring in a dozen female club members to witness your punishment."  She glowered at him. 

Roger recoiled and doubled over in pain.  Mrs. Cromwell could be so cruel sometimes.  It wasn’t that she slapped him that hard, it was that she connected with the back of his sensitive penis head.  He felt Vanessa squeeze his ear with additional force.  Any shred of resistance evaporated under her strong handling.   He once again made eye contact with Kristin and this time he delivered the incredibly humiliating words with as much sincerity as he could muster.

"I'm sorry Miss Kristin for not being able to control my penis in your presence."

Vanessa kept up the pressure.  "And apologize for insulting her this morning.  Tell her it will never happen again.  Say, 'I will never ever disrespect you or any other woman on the planet for as long as I live.'"

Roger said the humiliating words, again feeling very dizzy, as he did whenever he was hit with the realization of his predicament.  The dizziness became so intense that he had a major head rush and momentarily lost his balance.  To remediate the situation, Vanessa literally held him up by his ear, while firmly taking hold of his arm. This helped Roger regain his equilibrium.

Vanessa then turned to Kristin.  "Kristin, I'm going to let you decide.  Do you think he learned his lesson, or would you like to teach him a lesson with the hair brush?"  Vanessa knew full well what the young woman’s choice would be, and the older woman could hardly contain her excitement at what was about to happen.

Kristin licked her lips.  She could not believe how fucking sweet this whole thing was.  It was beyond her wildest dreams.  For much of her life, since she hit puberty, she'd enjoyed the idea of being in control of men.  Now this!

"You know, Mrs. Cromwell-"

"Please dear, call me Vanessa."

"Oh.  You know, Vanessa, I think he still needs a reminder of his new place and I'm just the woman to give it to him."

Vanessa smiled.  "I'm glad you feel that way.  I could not agree more.  But first we need to do something about that leaky penis of his so that his filth doesn't get on your nice clothes.  Then you can take him across your lap." 

Again, Roger was afflicted with dizziness.  Kristin was going to take him across her knee?  How much worse could this get?

Roger was ordered back to Vanessa's desk where she handed him a condom and ordered him to put it on. 

"I hope it's a small condom," quipped Kristin. 

Vanessa laughed.  "Yes, our misbehaving young man isn't exactly gifted in the size department, is he?"

“It’s the smallest penis I’ve ever seen.  No joke.”

Roger wanted to crawl into a hole and die.  But he wasn't going to get off that easy.  Vanessa pulled a straight-backed chair from the corner for Kristin.  Then she handed Kristin the hairbrush.  "You do the honors, my dear," Vanessa said.  Vanessa wanted badly to spank Roger, but she knew there would be time for that in the future.  This was better.

Vanessa handed Kristin the brush. "Get your ass over her lap this very instant.  Or do I have to invite a half dozen of my lady friends into this office to witness your punishment?"  Vanessa folded her arms and waited for her young charge to obey her latest humiliating command.

Roger choked back tears as he did as he was told.  He didn’t want the women to know how ashamed he felt, so he would try to put on a brave face.  He fit quite nicely over Kristin's ample lap.  As she shuffled her body to accommodate him, Roger couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation of her pants as his penis made contact with them through the condom.  For a moment, Roger had a fleeting feeling that he was where he belonged.

"Perfect," he heard Vanessa say.  "Now pin his arm behind his back.  Good.  Now pinch his penis between your knees.  There, like that.  Now twist his arm behind your back.  There we go.  Now he’s yours.  It's about time a young woman lit a fire under you, Roger."

Roger felt himself totally immobilized.  Kristin was a strong girl.  He groaned as she pinned his arm behind him.  Vanessa brought another chair and sat in front of him.  She was holding a mirror.  "I want you to watch Kristin's face while she spanks you to tears.  And trust me, Roger, she won't stop until you are absolutely sobbing."  Both women’s laughter at Vanessa’s harsh words did not contain the tiniest hint of remorse.

Without any additional ceremony, the hair brush was raised in the air by the strong young woman and the first SMACK echoed in Vanessa’s office as it made solid contact with male ass.  The next fifteen minutes were the longest of Roger's life.  It was such a powerful moment in Roger’s life, decades later he would recall it with great clarity.  As promised, Kristin spanked with absolutely no mercy.  She spanked fast, hard, and with perfect rhythm, going from one cheek to the other.  It didn’t matter that she hadn’t spanked anyone this way, let alone a grown young man.  It was an easy and satisfying task.  After two minutes, Roger was kicking his legs with each spank and begging her to stop.  Soon thereafter, Roger was openly crying and kicking his legs something fierce.  When it was finally over, Roger was wailing away like a two-month-old newborn with colic.

The women, meanwhile, were laughing and smack-talking him the whole time.  "Look at how red his ass is getting," Vanessa said. “And not just his ass either.  Look at his face!”

"That’s because he knows what a bad boy he is," Kristin said, delivering three hard blows, and then pausing in astonishment as Roger began weeping and saying, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.  “That’s it! Tell us how sorry you are for being such a bad boy, Roger.”  Kristin delivered another hard spank to each cheek, causing him to weep even louder.

“I’m sorrrrrrrry,” he wailed.  “I’m sorry for being such a b-bad boy!”

“Who is in charge your ass, bitch?”

“You are!”

Kristin stopped for a moment.  “This feels so good, Vanessa.”

"Great job, Kristin,” said Vanessa.  “I’d say you’ve put the boy firmly in his place,” laughed Vanessa, before leaning over and taking Roger by his chin.  "I don’t think we’re going to have any more swearing at females anymore, are we, Roger?”

“No master.  I’m sorrrrrry!” Roger said, with an amazing amount of sincerity.

"I don't hear your big mouth now.  Do I?" said Kristin. 

"ANSWER HER!" said Vanessa.

"No Miss Kristin!" he wailed. 

"That's what I thought," Kristin said.  Then she delivered five conclusive blows on each cheek, grunting with satisfaction after each blow.  Vanessa listened to the wonderful sound of hair brush meeting male ass.  It was beautiful, especially when followed by Roger’s deep sobs of defeat, combined with the visual of his bright red ass, and kicking legs.

Kristin finally released Roger, who promptly collapsed on the floor, crying loudly and furiously rubbing his bottom.  Vanessa ordered him to kiss Kristin's sturdy black leather ankle high boots and thank her profusely, which he did between sobs.  Vanessa than made him stand and escorted him to the full-length oval mirror across the room.  With both women standing behind him, arms folded across their chests in satisfaction, Vanessa ordered him to turn so that he could see his ass in the mirror.  Every square inch was a mixture of dark red and purple.  To the delight of Vanessa and Kristin, the sight of his own crimson asshole made Roger cry even louder in total disbelief at what had taken place. 

"Look at his little penis," said Kristin, nodding her head beaming with satisfaction at the notion of the comprehensive victory she had achieved over her longtime foe.

“I don’t imagine you’ll have any more problems with him,” said Vanessa contentedly.

For Roger, this was all too much.  His world totally shattered, he continued to cry openly with no apparent end in sight.  He also began vigorously rubbing his burning ass in a futile attempt to wipe away the incomprehensible physical and mental pain of his defeat that coursed through his brain.  As he rubbed, he was completely oblivious to the spectacle he had become to his composed female disciplinarians.  Most entertaining of all was his penis, which had gone flaccid and performed a comical uncoordinated dance that was all too visible to his happy conquerors.

Vanessa pointed directly to the spot in the mirror where Roger’s penis performed the white boy jig.  “Now that’s amusing,” she said. 

The two of them laughed it up while Roger continued to sob and rub his ass.  "I want you to keep close tabs on him for me," said Vanessa.  "Any time he does anything, and I mean ANYTHING remotely disrespectful, you have my permission to bring him back in here for another humiliating spanking."

"With pleasure," said Kristin.

Vanessa turned to Roger.  "Did you hear that jackass?"

Roger wailed his acknowledgement.

Vanessa showed Kristin the soap and indicated that she should feel free to wash Roger's mouth out if she ever caught him using profanity.  She then made Roger kneel in front of her and Kristin and pledge his total undying allegiance to all women, which Roger did without hesitation.  After once again kissing Vanessa and Kristin's feet, he was permitted to put his clothing back on and leave.  "Kristin, I think it's only fitting you walk him to his car.  Make him walk behind you so he knows his place."

"It would be my pleasure," said Kristin.  And out they went.  Roger had to walk behind Kristin, who turned every so often and gave him a wicked smile.  When they arrived at the car, Kristin surprised him by reaching behind him and slapping his ass, causing Roger to jump.  "When you have trouble sitting for the next few days, I want you to remember who did it to you.  Understand?”  She locked her eyes on her underling.

“Yes, Miss Kristin.” 

“Loser!"  She laughed in his face and walked away.

Burning with anger and humiliation, Roger sat in his car.  Then he felt the searing pain in his bottom.  He put his head down on his steering wheel and sobbed for a good five minutes before gathering himself and driving home.

Chapter Five – Remote Control

Vanessa and Brooke lay on their backs, covered head-to-toe in expensive mud.  Both ladies' eyes were blocked from the sunlight by sliced cucumbers.  

"I am so proud of you, Vanessa.  What you've done, given your lack of experience, is truly remarkable."

"Thank you, Brooke.  You were my inspiration."

Every few months, Vanessa and Brooke liked to spend a week at this exclusive spa upstate.  It was well worth it and it wasn't as though either lady had any concerns about their bank accounts.  This afternoon, they were receiving their mud baths.  The mud was part of the reason they looked physically as if they were in their early 30s.  Both women loved the feeling of the luxurious mud as it held their bodies in place and crept into every pore of their skin.

As they lay there in comfort, Vanessa proudly told Brooke about her exploits with Roger.  She shared every erotic detail with Brooke, who soon became moist between her thighs as Vanessa regaled her with the wonderful story of how she had taken the unruly young male in hand.  It made Brooke long for the days when she was more active in the femdom movement.  Nowadays things were so stagnant at home.  Her husband Michael was a brainwashed, chastised, sissy.  He wore pink petticoats and spent his time as a homemaker.  After relieving him of a massive inheritance years ago, Brooke gave Michael a small allowance for good behavior, which he spent exclusively on makeup and panties, usually purchased during humiliating shopping trips with Brooke.  Michael slept on the floor next to Brooke's bed.  He was an expert pussy-licker, who normally was allowed to eat Brooke's pussy only after she had been properly made love to by a real man.  Brooke was proud of the fact that she'd taken a formerly ego-driven, sports-crazed masculine male and turned him into her brainwashed, sissy bitch.  At the same time Brooke was thirsty for a challenge.  She couldn't help but feel jealous as Vanessa discussed the training of young Roger.

"I have to tell you, V," began Brooke.  "It's absolutely remarkable the way you took care of this young male.  I'm overjoyed for you.  It was especially brilliant the way you used Roger's arch nemesis against him.  That must have been a particularly painful and humiliating afternoon for him.”

Vanessa smiled as she contemplated what she'd accomplished.  "It's been an intensely pleasurable experience.  And it's especially pleasing to see the way Kristin stepped in.  That young woman has a world of potential.  She really lit Roger’s ass on fire – it was such a deeply satisfying moment for both of us.”

"It's always been one of my favorite things to do to a male," said Brooke.  "I never told you this story, but when I was a senior in high school, I had a friend named Jill.  Jill was this tiny little blonde girl.  She was so cool, so bitchy.  She always had older boyfriends.  I'm talking much older, like in their mid 20s.  There were all these rumors that Jill got these boys to do whatever she wanted them to do.  Once, we were drunk at a party and Jill told us that men paid her to humiliate them.  Nobody believed her.  So, anyway, a week later – this was in the middle of senior year - she invited me and four other girls to go shopping with her and her new boyfriend.  She said she had something to show us.  Well it soon became obvious on the shopping trip that Jill's boyfriend did whatever Jill told him to do.  She made him buy us all high heels.  We loved it!  Anyway, Jill made the guy drive us back to the apartment and she ordered him to strip naked while we all sat around his living room drinking his beer.  She made him crawl around the floor and beg to jerk his little stiffie.  It was electrifying!  We were all psyched.  Then - you guessed it - Jill made him toss his legs over his head and rub out a dirty load all over his face.  Well, as I'm sure you can imagine, this pent-up ass clown shot globs of “nut-junk” all over his face and into his open mouth.  Then, while his legs were still over his head and he was in post orgasmic bliss, Jill kicked his dangling ball sack with her new high heels that he’d just bought her.  Well, of course he and his balls went sprawling.  We were awestruck."

"What a great story," said Vanessa.  "She must have been something special to do that at such a young age."

"Jill was amazing," conceded Brooke.  "She was my introduction to this wonderful lifestyle."

Vanessa took a deep breath.  Since the divorce, she felt more relaxed and happy than ever before in her life.  "Can I share something sort of dirty with you, Brooke?"

"Absolutely!"

"Whenever we discuss female domination, I feel it in my vagina.  I swear it begins to throb.  It feels so good!"  She sighed.

"Good," said Brooke.  "You're finally living the guilt free life.  Women have been taught to be cautious or even ashamed about their sexuality, while males like Roger have been taught all these macho, idiotic lessons.  Now, the tables have been turned.  Women are the ones who deserve exquisite sexual pleasure while men need to be shamed.  It's really quite simple: As women, we're able to control our own bodies and thus have a right to unbridled sexual pleasure.  Men, on the other hand, are unable to control anything.  They have base urges that women can easily harness.”

"So true," said Vanessa.  "You know, Brooke, though I’ve defeated Roger soundly, I think he still has a few remaining vestiges of arrogance that need to be destroyed.  Call it a women's intuition.  I feel a deep need - a responsibility - to eliminate every last cell, every last atom of male pride."

Brooke was impressed with her friend's tenacity.  "I'm sure he still has a few atoms of pride left.  And I'm quite sure you'll find them and eliminate them.  You're a late bloomer, Vanessa, but you are an authentic dominant, male-conquering goddess."

"Fucking right I am," said Vanessa.  "Brooke, I don't know exactly where it comes from, but I want to make a total example of Roger.  I want to take it to the max."

Brooke sighed.  Something about the way Vanessa was talking was making her hot.  Suddenly she knew a way to involve herself in Roger's defeat.  "I know exactly what you need to make your goal a reality." 

"Pray tell."

"We're going to take complete control of Roger's penis with a special male chastity belt."

"Oh?" Vanessa perked up. "I was going to ask you what you thought about locking up his genitals."

"I think it's an absolute must," said Brooke.  "Tell me, what do you think Roger is doing whenever he has time alone."

"Why, I imagine he's furiously jacking his little joystick every chance he gets."

"Exactly," said Brooke.  "The spasmodic boner massage!"

Both women shared a good laugh before Brooke continued.  "We were just talking about this.  Men can't possibly control their sexual urges.  They are slaves to their penises.  Therefore, it's absolutely imperative that we take ownership of their penises and ownership of their orgasms.  If you think Roger is obedient now, just wait until he needs to depend on you and other women for the right to have an orgasm.  His respect toward women will increase 1000-fold!  He'll fawn over you.  Talk about being brainwashed.  He'll be more obedient than a seeing eye dog."

"I love it!" said Vanessa, feeling her crotch begin to throb again. 

"You would not believe the technology available to women in the field of male chastity devices.  The amount of control they provide is remarkable.  Once you lock him up, you'll be able to control him with the push of a button."

"Fantastic!"

"You have no idea how great it is," said Brooke.  "He'll be more responsive than a remote control toy.  He will quite literally be your puppet.  The device I have in mind enables the female key holder to deliver a painful electric shock to the male's penis, his balls, or both at the same time.  It also has a special pleasure setting that causes the cage to vibrate gently.  The male feels an intense moment of pleasure followed by pain as his penis attempts to expand in the sheath but is immediately rebuffed by the hard prison walls.  It's Total.  Female.  Supremacy."

Vanessa laughed loudly.  This was too good to be true.  "I can't wait to tease Roger this way.  He's going to learn that denial is more than a river in Egypt.  I’m going to tuck his penis and balls away in the little side pocket of my purse.”

*****

Roger couldn't believe how much things had changed for him in a few short weeks.  Ever since he'd flipped off Vanessa Cromwell, his life had turned upside down.  Mrs. Cromwell had asserted control over him and subjected him to unimaginable humiliations, the worst of which was when his nemesis got to witness and participate in his downfall.  Thinking back on it, he wasn't sure exactly what had happened.  He felt outsmarted by Mrs. Cromwell and Kristin.  The crazy thing was that he was hard almost all the time!  A big part of him enjoyed being dominated, and enjoyed the feeling of being exposed in front of women.  Even though he still didn't like Kristin, he'd developed a whole new respect for her since she'd taken him over her knee.  Fear was a powerful motivator.  He now referred to her as “boss” at all times and he did as she instructed without back talk.  He missed Mrs. Cromwell, who had been at a spa all of last week, but she was supposedly back today.

In the meantime, he found himself getting erections when Kristin bossed him around.  Thankfully she hadn't noticed.  Each day when he got home from work, he masturbated several times.  Most of the time he thought of Mrs. Cromwell's body, especially that beautiful pubic mound.  But once he even fantasized about Kristin spanking him.  This angered him because he couldn't deny what it meant – he enjoyed the idea of being exposed and humiliated by women. 

It was casual Friday at the club and Kristin wore a peach blouse, and a hip-hugging pair of designer jeans.  Her ass, her ample thighs, and her thick upper pussy area filled the jeans admirably. Adding power to Kristin's outfit was a large leather belt, the center of which featured a commanding oval, brass belt buckle that sat proudly just above Kristin's impressive cunt.  Roger would arrive late that morning after his dentist appointment.  Before his arrival, Brooke walked in and introduced herself to Kristin.  After exchanging pleasantries, Brooke announced she was well aware of what was going on with Vanessa, Kristin and Roger.  

“Vanessa tells me you were very impressive in putting Roger in his rightful place with a hair brush.  How you’d like to take it one step further?”

Kristin was delighted when she heard the plan for Roger.  “I’ll bring him right in,” she said upon learning that Maya was in on the plan and would be covering the front desk. 

"I'll see you in a few minutes,” Brooke said.  “By the way, you look totally dominant, just like a man-eater should.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh please, call me Brooke, dear.”

Roger arrived a few minutes later, and Kristin promptly escorted him to Vanessa’s office.  “Wait until you see what we have in store for you,” she said coldly.

When they arrived at Vanessa's door, Kristin practically yanked Roger into the office by his ear.  Brooke sat comfortably on the couch, and Vanessa came striding around her desk with purpose.  She wore a similar outfit to Kristin.  Roger gawked at Mrs. Cromwell's midsection.  Her jeans fit her extremely well.

"Thanks for bringing him in here, Kristin," Mrs. Cromwell said.  "So, let's have a report on his behavior."

"Actually," Kristin said.  "He was a very obedient little boy for most of the week, with one exception."

"Oh do tell," said Vanessa.

"Roger did what I told him to do without any backtalk," said Kristin.  "The problem was that I caught him sneaking glances at my backside from time to time.  Judging from the lump in his crotch, he sprung several erections and – get this - the pervert thought I didn't notice."

All three women laughed.  "I'm not surprised," said Vanessa.  "He doesn't have a healthy respect for the powers of feminine observation.  That's something we need to change.  Tell me, Roger.  Did you have a few dates with Rosie Palm this past week?"

Roger was so embarrassed he pointed his head to the floor and said nothing.  Suddenly he felt another jolt in the side of his head as Kristin smacked him.  "Answer your female superior, jerkoff!"

Jolted by the smack, Roger yelled, "Damn it!" 

Before Roger could complete his response, Vanessa took her hand back and gave him a crisp slap on his face.  "What did I tell you about the use of profanity in the presence of females?"

"It's not allowed-" Roger managed to blurt out.

"You say it," Vanessa said, "but I'm not convinced that you mean it - yet."  She turned to Kristin.  "Kristin, would you do us a huge favor and thoroughly wash out this young man's big mouth with soap?"

"I would love to," said Kristin.

"Good.  Make sure you get way back in his throat.  We'll leave the bathroom door open so we can hear everything."

Kristin marched Roger into the bathroom by his ear.  Roger's face was already red from being slapped around, but that was merely a prelude of what was to come.  Kristin stood him in front of the sink.  Then, in no-nonsense fashion, she grabbed the bar of soap and shoved it almost down his throat.  She made him bite down in it when it was deep inside.  "Eat it!" she said.  She continued to hold his ear and pointed to the mirror.  "Look at what happens to you when you don't show proper respect for females!" 

Things had happened so fast!  These women asserted themselves before Roger could react.  He felt overwhelmed and hapless.  As the tart bitterness of the soap hit him, tears flooded down his cheeks.  His gag reflex promptly kicked in and he spit the soap onto the floor. 

Still holding his ear, Kristin slapped him rapidly in the face five consecutive times.  "Pick up the fucking soap, loser!"  She pointed to the floor. 

In the other room, Vanessa and Brooke both took great delight at the sounds coming from the bathroom. 

"I'm sorry!" Roger pleaded, as he struggled to clear his head from Kristin’s hard slaps.

"Oh you're going to be sorry all right, LOSER," said Kristin.  She shoved the soap back in his mouth.  "You had better not spit it out again, or I'll absolutely blister your ass for you.  Understand?"

"Mmmph," Roger mumbled, nodding his head vigorously in compliance.

When Kristin was convinced he'd had enough, she dragged him back into the room by his ear. 

"That sounded thorough, Kristin.  Well done," said Vanessa.

Kristin gave Roger an open-handed slap on his temporarily clothed bottom.  "Dipshit, what on earth are you doing with your clothing on?  Get naked this instant!"

Vanessa joined Brooke on the couch as Roger hurried to obey.  There, they watched the delightful scene of the young woman (Kristin) overseeing the removal of the young man’s (Roger’s) clothing.  When he was naked, Kristin took his arm and guided him over the couch in front of the other women.  She then joined the women on the couch.

Vanessa spoke with a sense of purpose.  "Remember when I said we had ways of checking to see how often you spanked your monkey, Roger?  Brooke, would you like to do the honors?"

"I'd love to," said Brooke.  "Present your balls to me, young man.  And move your penis out of the way, for crying out loud.”

Roger rushed to comply with the dominant woman.  He could tell this one meant business, like they all did, and that she wouldn’t hesitate to thrash him if he was not the picture of obedience. 

Brooke reached out and grasped his balls with her long fingernails.  She juggled them in her hand as the other women watched intently.  "They seem awfully loose to me," said Brooke with mock disgust.  "Care to explain why that might be?"  She suddenly took firm hold of his balls, wrapping her pointer finger around the base and pulling them away from his body like a pair of grapes.  Gosh it felt good for Brooke to handle an unwieldy young male this way.  It had been a while.  She could sense his fear and respect.

Roger was not about to lie.  The females could read his every move.  His only recourse was to tell the total truth.  He’d been doing a tremendous amount of masturbating.  As he confessed his sins, he felt his heart rate increase.  A tingling took over his loins as the reality of his situation hit him – a woman he didn’t even know had him by his balls.  Women were his masters.  The notion was once so incomprehensible, so unbelievable, and in an odd way it felt really good to be sexually humiliated!  He tried to push the thought out of his head, to no avail.  A sense of dread mixed in with the excitement as he felt his penis begin to rise.  He knew they would notice and use the undeniable evidence to humiliate him even more.  How did he allow this to happen?

A crescendo of female laughter filled the room in response to Roger's humiliating admission.  Roger felt the dizziness that often hit him these past few weeks when he was overcome with particularly intense female-inflicted humiliation.  This excited him further.  It was a vicious cycle.

"Look!" said Kristin.  "He’s becoming erect."

"That proves it," said Vanessa.  "He loves being humiliated.  You see that, Roger?  The penis never lies.”  Vanessa made him admit that he loved being exposed and humiliated by women.  To this admission, the women reacted with mock disgust and reminded him this fact made him a pervert.

Vanessa turned to the other women.  "Ladies, I think we need to put a stop to this sort of perverted behavior once and for all.  Don't you?"

"Absolutely," chimed in Brooke and Kristin simultaneously.

Vanessa spoke:  "Roger, I've decided that it's in your best interests for you to yield full control of your penis to those who know best: Women.”

Roger gasped in astonishment as he contemplated what this meant.  Confirming his fears, Vanessa reached into her purse and pulled out a medieval looking contraption.  It appeared to be a harness of sorts.

"This," began Vanessa, "is a special male chastity device.  Do you know what male chastity is?"

The only naked person in the room shook his head, though deep inside Roger had an inkling where this was going. 

Vanessa turned to Kristin.  "Perhaps a woman from your generation can explain it to you.  Kristin, care to take over?"

"Certainly.”  Kristin leveled her eyes on Roger and spoke to him like a mother grounding a 16-year-old son.  “Roger, it's obvious that you’re unable to control your masturbatory urges.  I'll cut right to the chase.  We’ve decided the best solution is to lock your penis away in this chastity belt, effective immediately." 

Both Vanessa and Brooke felt proud to see the next generation of female assert herself with such confidence.  Kristin proceeded to deliver the hard truth of Roger's pending confinement.  She stared deep into Roger's pupils, which had contracted in fear.  "Roger, this belt will not only prevent you from masturbating your penis.  It will also totally prevent you from achieving an erection.  As you inevitably become aroused by the women around you and your penis attempts to expand, this penis sheath [she held a one-inch plastic sheath in front of Roger] will stop you cold.  It will be quite painful at first, but you'll get used to it.  Anyway, it’s not like you have a choice," she snickered, as did the older women.

"Nooooooooo!" Roger said, in a sudden outburst.  He put his head in his hands and began wailing. 

Brooke squeezed down on his balls, which caused Roger to bend forward and groan in pain.  "Behave, young man!" she said.  "Your superior is not finished addressing you.  Look back in Miss Kristin’s eyes.”  Brook shook her hand, which caused Roger’s penis to jiggle back and forth while gaining his total attention.

"That's right, Roger," continued Kristin with a tone of vindication in her voice.  "Your orgasms will now be totally under the control of women.  I will hold a key to your penis sheath and so will Vanessa.  She will decide if and when you are to be unlocked, and I will provide regular reports on your behavior.  Welcome to your new life."

Roger shook with rage and indignation.  He wanted to run out the door, but Brooke held him firm.  He felt the walls closing in on him. 

As though she could read his mind, Vanessa said, "Don't try anything foolish, Roger.  You know I have those incriminating photographs and the video of you.  It's over, Roger.  Oh, look - your penis is going limp.  How convenient."

Vanessa reached down between Roger's legs and grasped the head of Roger's penis between her thumb and forefinger.  Then, with great dexterity, she stuffed his penis inside the sheath.  The sheath was a one inch O-ring made of hard plastic.  It was narrow enough to fit a flaccid male organ but too narrow to accommodate an erect one.  At the base of the sheath was an elastic black band and inside the black band was some kind of wiring.  Before Roger could react, Vanessa slid the black band firmly around the base of Roger's balls.  When she released it, it snapped into place, causing Roger to grunt as the elastic smacked the base of his scrotum.  A key was attached to the belt at the area where Roger's testicles met the underside of his penis.  Vanessa turned the key and removed it.

"Presto!" said a delighted Kristin.

Roger immediately felt a pain in his groin as his penis reacted too slowly to Vanessa's fondling.  He put his hands to his groin and said, "Oh no!  Oh no!  Oh NO!"

"Oh yes, Roger!"  Vanessa dangled the key, which was attached to a small key-ring, on her pinky finger.  "We own your penis now.  Of course you know this means we own YOU."

Brooke and Vanessa laughed.  "Vanessa dear," said Brooke, "Can I share with him some of the features of his new chastity belt?"

"Please do."

"Very well.  Roger, your genitals are now locked in the TMCD9000.  It was designed by a very innovative Canadian woman.  In case you were wondering, TMCD stands for 'Total Male Control Device.'  It's the best male dominating device known to womankind.  When in use, it gives the modern woman unprecedented control, not only over a male's penis, but over all aspects of his behavior.  Let me demonstrate.  Roger, stick your crotch out so I don't have to reach for your penis."

Roger felt a crisp slap on his ass.  It was Kristin.  "Do what she says."

"Yes, ma’am," Roger felt himself say without even thinking.  He thrust forward so his groin was convenient to where Brooke sat.

"Thank you, Kristin," nodded Brooke.  The buxom 40-something-year-old blonde took Roger's balls in one hand and his penis sheath in the other.  "Look me in the eyes while I explain how our male control device works, Roger.  Good.  Now, you see, this device has a number of incredibly convenient features.  For one, it's made of special indestructible plastic.  There's no way for you to remove it.  Also, because the penis sheath only wraps around the base of your shaft, it provides a woman easy access to the rest of your sensitive little dick.  We used photographs of your penis to get a proper measurement.  Unlike other chastity devices, the sheath prevents expansion by restricting the girth of the penis, rather than the length.  That way, a woman has the ability to tease the ultra-sensitive underside of your penis.  This should be intensely frustrating for you, and extremely satisfying for any woman who wants to remind you of her superiority over you.  Let me demonstrate."

Brooke took a bottle of lube from her purse and put just a drop on the ball of her thumb.  Then she grasped the head of Roger's penis and began stroking the area just beneath the head with her wide thumb.  She rubbed in a circular motion.

Roger’s eyes glazed over and he began groaning with intense pleasure.  This was followed by excruciating pain as his penis began expanding and was immediately restrained by the sheath.  His penis remained limp, but the head still filled with blood.  It turned deep purple.  Brooke then made a ring around the middle of Roger’s penis with her thumb and forefinger.  With her other hand, she began twiddling Roger’s penis head back and forth.  "Oh no!  Oh my god!  Oh no!" Roger began moaning as his penis desperately tried to expand and was prevented from doing so by the O-ring.

Vanessa and Kristin fell into hysterics.  "That's awesome," said Kristin.  "Look at how frustrated you’re making him."

"Exactly," said Brooke, removing her hands and studying Roger's suffering with great fascination.  "It's the ultimate behavior modification device.  We're talking about total female domination." 

"Fabulous!" squealed Vanessa, not hiding her delight.

"Indeed," agreed Brooke.  "The other great thing about the design is that it leaves the scrotum completely available to the woman for punishment."  Brooke grabbed Roger by his penis sheath and yanked upwards, exposing his balls for the world to see.  "Vanessa, would you like to demonstrate."

"Gladly."  Before Roger could react, Vanessa jutted her feet between Roger’s legs and flicked her foot upward until her high heel crashed into his balls.  Since Roger was being obedient, Vanessa only intended to jolt him a bit, but the kick was delivered with more force than she intended.  Thwock!  The familiar sound of female footwear colliding with male scrotum echoed through the office.  Roger screeched before doubling over in pain.  "Thank you," he muttered, as he struggled to remain on his feet.

Kristin was in hysterics.  "I love the sound of a good ball kicking.  Did you hear the noise he made?"

"I know, right?" mused Vanessa.

"Vanessa dear, do you have the remote?"

Vanessa reached into her purse and handed Brooke what appeared to be a small hand-held remote control device.  Brooke waived it away.  "Vanessa, it's only fair that you have the honors.  I'll do the explaining."  She turned to Roger:  “kneel.”

In less than a second, Roger was on his knees.

"Roger, the male chastity device provides the woman key holder with a remote control for ease of use.  The remote easily fits in a woman's purse, or even in her pocket if she so desires.  There are several buttons that deliver a variety of, shall we say, stimulation to your penis and balls.  First, and most importantly, the severe punishment button.  I apologize in advance for us having to do this, since you’ve been showing signs that your training has been paying off, but it’s necessary for us to demonstrate.  Go ahead Vanessa."

Vanessa pressed the penis punishment button and Roger immediately felt a severe jolt in the base of penis and balls.  It felt as though someone had taken a cattle prod to his not-so-privates.  His entire body went rigid and he fell to the carpet.  Feminine laughter reigned down upon him.  Roger felt fear and respect course through his veins.  He would do ANYTHING to avoid that type of pain again.  It hurt as bad, if not worse than the hardest kick in the balls he'd ever taken from Vanessa.

Once he regained his composure, he found himself kneeling again.  This time, Brooke insisted that he put his hands forward, palms down, in an extra obedient position.

Roger’s reaction was lightning quick and he added a “Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

“See that?” Brooke said.  “Total male submission to the superior gender.”

“Impressive,” said Vanessa.

"Now," Brooke explained, "The severe punishment button should only be used in extreme circumstances of misbehavior, or obvious signs of disrespect.  Most of the time, I recommend the regular punishment button.  Go ahead, Vanessa."

Vanessa pressed another button.  This time, Roger felt a jolt of pain that caused him to groan and put his hands to his groin.  But he was able to keep his feet.  Vanessa gave Roger a dirty look.  "What do you say?  Or should I hit the severe punishment button again?"

"Thank you, master."

“He forgets things too easily,” said Vanessa in her bitchiest tone.  “This boy still has much to learn.”

"Agreed," said Brooke.  " I recommend Kristin use that often when she's bossing Roger around.  It's more than enough to keep him in line.  Isn't that right, Roger?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's right.  Now finally we have the pleasure button.  This one you'll want to hold down."

Vanessa pressed a third button and Roger felt a steady vibrating in his penis.  This was again followed by pain as his penis tried and failed to expand.  His face became red, and the women laughed hysterically at his reaction. 

"It's not really pleasurable, I suppose," said Brooke.  "It's an easy way to deliver frustration to your male without having to disrobe or touch his dirty genitals with your expensive shoes, or, god forbid, your hands."

Laughter filled the room.  So much laughter, that suddenly Roger felt a surge of anger that he failed to adequately control.  He glanced down at the carpet and shook his head as if to say, "This is bullshit."  He didn't think anyone noticed.

"Did you ladies just catch that?" said Vanessa.

"I saw it," said Kristin.  "He was shaking his head at his predicament.  Hit him with the severe punishment button!"

"No, I have a better idea," said Vanessa evenly.  "This disrespectful young man is LONG overdue for an over-the-knee spanking."

The women spent the next 15 minutes passing Roger and the hairbrush around until he was reduced to deep sobs and every square inch of his ass and upper thighs were properly blistered.  When it was over, Vanessa pointed to Roger’s penis as he danced in agony.  “That’s wonderful how the chastity device doesn’t prevent us from having full viewing access to his silly penis.  The woman who invented this device thought of everything.” 

The other ladies agreed.

After being made to profusely thank each lady for his lesson in feminine respect, Roger was then made to recite a pledge that had been prepared by Brooke.  She made her husband recite the pledge first thing in the morning and last thing before bedtime.  Roger now had to utter the humiliating words:

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

"Wonderful," said Vanessa.  "Before the next time we see you, you're to memorize that pledge by heart.  Do you understand."

"Yes, master," Roger wailed.

"Good.  When you see Kristin each morning, you're to greet her with that pledge.  If you slip up, you'll be back in my office tomorrow for another bare-assed spanking."

Now that every cell of Roger's being had been so thoroughly defeated by women (He couldn't get over that fact), Roger thought he would finally be dismissed.  Instead, Vanessa had one more humiliation in store for him.  She removed a small digital device from her desk drawer.

"Wait, Roger, before you put your clothing back on, there's one more thing you need to do for us ladies.  This will be a regular part of our regime."

A still-sobbing Roger was made to stand in front of the ladies.  Vanessa removed a vase from a tall, narrow table and ordered Roger to place the table in front of the couch.  She then joined Brooke and Kristin on the couch.  "Let me explain, Roger.  This is a digital scale.  It will be used to keep track of the weight of your scrotum.  Now, be a good boy and stand on your tippie toes.  That's it.  Now place your ball sack on the scale.  Stay on your toes, and hold your penis aside, so we only capture the weight of your scrotum."

Roger was made to shift around until Vanessa was satisfied with the position of his balls on the scale.  He felt so exposed!  Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the humiliation burned through him.

Vanessa stood next to him, coolly assessing the situation.  She pushed his hand aside and took hold of him by his penis sheath, the swollen but limp head of his penis drooping forward, until she was satisfied with his positioning.  "Perfect!" she said, her face glowing with pleasure.  The other women looked on with animated expressions.  "Two ounces and seven grams.  Too much masturbating, Roger!" Vanessa chastised him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am.  It won't happen again," Roger said, with genuine fear.

Vanessa shook his penis back and forth just because she felt like it.  "I know it won't happen again, stupid!  I've made quite sure of that, haven't I?" 

Kristin and Brooke laughed. 

"Each day, at the end of the day, you will come in here and I will weigh your balls for you.  I expect a substantial increase in weight, as the semen builds in your frustrated scrotum," Vanessa said proudly.  "Now put your clothing on and get out of my office!" 

End Chapter Five.  Chapter Six coming soon! 

Chapter Six – Kristin’s Friend Svetlana

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

Roger had spent much of the previous evening trying to memorize the words.  He was driven by fear as much as anything else.  The thought of having his tender buttocks subjected to another painful episode with a wooden hairbrush held by the hand of a completely merciless woman was more than enough of a motivator.  His memorization efforts had a painful side effect.  Oddly enough, he found the words to be erotic in such a way that it caused his imprisoned penis to fill with blood.  As it did, he felt the pressure of the chastity belt deny his expansion.  It was that word vagina.  The mere mention of it caused him to become sexually aroused.  What a vicious cycle!  Roger began to realize that Vanessa was conditioning his deeper surrender to the female gender.  His brain was beginning to associate the word 'vagina' with denial.  And he had no choice but to keep uttering the phrase or face the agony of the hairbrush.  As a result, he went to sleep that night with a sore ass, a deep ache in his scrotum, and a frustrated, denied penis.

Vanessa and Brooke had discussed this very course of events over dinner that evening.  "Right now, it's hitting Roger as he desperately tries to memorize his pledge," Brooke said, laughing.  "Each time his penis tries and fails to expand in the tube, it's furthering his defeat."

Vanessa threw her head back and laughed. "Good."

The next morning, Roger arrived early.  He neatened up his work area so that Kristin would approve.  He paid extra attention to his grooming and his clothing that morning so that she would not find reason to punish him. 

Kristin strode in 20 minutes late.  For the first time, Roger felt himself stunned by her beauty.  What a mature young lady she was.  She walked slowly with excellent posture.  She wore tight tan pants and a sleek pink blouse.  Her hair was back in a pony tail and she was made up nicely.  With her high heels, she stood just under six feet tall.  Roger waited until the area was quiet.  Then Kristin nodded to him in an unspoken message to recite his vow of submission.  As Kristin stood above him, Roger kneeled and put his hands forward:

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self-control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

"Very good boy," Kristin condescended with a smile.  Topping it off, she patted Roger on the head as though he were her pupil.  Roger's face turned bright red.  For a moment, he felt stupid and used.  But at the same time, he felt a desire for Kristin that he hadn't felt before.  It was probably the fact that he was so pent up from his night of constant arousal of denial.

Kristin reached into her pocketbook and removed the remote control.  Roger felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as Kristin held the remote in her hand and faced him.  She sat in her high swivel-backed chair and crossed her legs.  "I'm going to reward you for your efforts, Roger.  She pressed a button and Roger immediately felt a steady vibration in his penis.  Roger felt the constriction at the base of his penis.  His balls started aching and it was all he could do to keep from doubling over in pain. 

As she studied his reaction, Kristin broke into laughter.  "I think you should thank me for giving your penis some pleasure, don't you?"

"Thank you for pleasuring my penis, Miss Kristin," he said through gritted teeth.

"No problem," she chortled.  "Don't say I never did anything for you.  The toilets need cleaning," she added before turning around and placing her pocketbook on her desk.  Roger immediately headed for the closet that held the cleaning materials.

He started with the men's room and then moved onto the ladies room.  It was exhausting work.  The ladies room had a certain scent to it that drove him crazy.  His balls were absolutely killing him.  It was so bad that he had a tough time standing up straight.  His fear of Kristin drove him on.  He would do anything to make certain he wouldn't face the severe punishment button on his diabolical chastity device. 

Just before noon, he was finally wrapping up the ladies room.  In walked Kristin with another young woman Roger hadn't seen before.  His heart sunk as he laid eyes on them.  Both had devilish smiles on their faces.  The young woman standing next to Kristin was quite the female specimen.  She was tall and blonde with angular features and striking blue eyes.  Not as stocky as Kristin, she had wide hips, a narrow waist and small breasts.  She wore a skirt and high heels.  Her hair was back in a pony tail.

"Svetlana, meet Roger.  Roger, kneel in front of Svetlana and kiss her shoes," said Kristin, folding her arms and waiting for her vanquished foe to obey her command.

Roger did so without hesitation. 

Svetlana laughed and turned to Kristin.  She spoke with a Russian accent.  "How convenient for you, Kristin!  You have your own male dog under your control.  Is very nice.  Can I see this- this penis controlling device?"

"Of course, Sveta," said Kristin.  "You heard her, loser.  Stand up!  Now pull down your pants and underpants, so she can see your shame."

Again, Roger obeyed the command without hesitation.  He hated being called a loser, but his fear was all that mattered.  When he saw his penis, he gasped in astonishment.  The head was purple and engorged.  Yet thanks to the sheath, his entire shaft was less than three inches long.  Clear fluid leaked from the tip.

Svetlana put her hand over her mouth in a decidedly feminine gesture and broke into hearty laughter.  Roger had to admit she was quite lovely when she laughed.  He felt his penis throbbing in futility as the gorgeous young woman mocked him.  "Is so small," Svetlana said.  Then she locked eyes with Roger.  "How it feel to be so dominated by a woman?"

Roger was taken aback by the question.  When he didn't reply right away he felt a jolt in his groin.  Kristin had hit him with the regular punishment button.  His knees knocked together as he instinctually slammed his legs shut in an effort to withstand the sharp penile pain.  "Answer her before I decide to use the severe punishment button!" said Kristin triumphantly.

"I feel so- so controlled," Roger said meekly, his face turning bright red with the admission.

Svetlana nodded her head.  "And humiliated I bet?"

"Yes ma'am."

Svetlana laughed.  "I see he obedient like dog."

"You've got that right, hon.," said Kristin.  "Roger, why don't you recite your pledge out of respect for this beautiful woman.  I want you to show her just how obedient you can be."

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

Svetlana again threw her head back in laughter.  She laughed so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes.  Then she turned to Kristin and said, "He is your very own puppet.."

"Fuckin right I do," said Kristin.  "Let's grab some lunch and leave this loser to finish cleaning up."

"Good idea.  But wait," said Svetlana.  "I have request."

"What is it, sweetie?"

Svetlana whispered something in Kristin's ear.  Kristin brightened.  "Of course you can kick him in the nuts!"

Roger was ordered to spread his legs and stick out his crotch.  He was then made to beg Svetlana to kick him in the balls.  This made the young Russian woman laugh harder than ever.  Once she gathered herself, she kicked Roger like an old pro.  It didn't hurt that she had a body built for ball busting.   THOCK!  Svetlana had played soccer for most of her life and her kick did not miss its intended target.  Roger’s balls compressed, his sheathed penis went flying, and the women left Roger on the floor while they headed off to lunch.  As the door, shut, Roger heard the fading sound of high heels on the floor, and female voice with a thick accent say, "That felt so good!"

For the rest of the day, Svetlana joined Kristin in the booth.  Kristin allowed Svetlana to handle the remote control while advising her not to use the severe punishment button unless it was absolutely warranted since Kristin didn't want Roger flopping around on the floor creating a scene.  Svetlana had a heavy hand with the pleasure button.  She belittled Roger verbally.  Roger became incredibly pent up with desire.  By mid afternoon, his armpits were moist with sweat and his crotch was moist with pre cum.  A wet spot became visible on his trousers.  Kristin ordered him to go the bathroom and stuff some toilet tissue inside his underpants.  He could hear the laughter as he took the humiliating walk to the men's room. 

At the end of the day he was called into Vanessa's office.  She looked absolutely stunning in a leather miniskirt and black stockings.  For some reason she wore make-up as though she was planning on hitting a club.  She was an amazing contrast from Roger, who was disheveled, sweaty, and naked, save for his chastity device.

Vanessa waved her hand in front of her face.  "Oh my god.  You are RIPE!" She ordered him into the shower.  When he was out, she had him put the table and the scale in position.  She ordered him to position his balls on the scale and wait for her while she completed a phone call.  Vanessa kept him standing there on his tip toes for 15 minutes while she discussed a vacation she was planning with a friend.  Finally she stood and approached Roger from behind.  She put her face up against the side of Roger's from behind so she could whisper in his ear.  Then she reached around and casually pinched Roger's engorged penis head in her fingers, gently pulling it aside before holding it firmly.  With her other hand, she hefted Roger's balls up and down.

Roger was transfixed by her scent and the assertive, yet delicate way in which she handled him.  He felt the intense pain begin anew in his balls, but he could not bend over because of the way Vanessa had positioned him.  She had him facing a full length wall mirror and he couldn't believe the scene facing him.  He was so completely dominated!

"Your balls feel heavier than yesterday, Roger," Vanessa whispered, her nose brushing with Roger's ear and her breath wrapping itself around his neck.  Roger's chest tingled with pleasure and frustration.  "I think your penis sheath is already paying dividends."  She released his balls momentarily and pressed a button on the scale.  "Now, let's just take this scrotum and put it right up here," she said as she re-gripped his balls.  As she did, Vanessa began stroking the underside of his penis head with her thumb and forefinger.  Roger groaned in total frustration. 

"Two ounces and 13 grams!  Good boy, Roger.  You gained six full grams."  Vanessa squeezed the head of Roger's penis, causing pre-cum to trickle from the tip.  She took her finger and wiped the underside of the shaft.  Roger began moaning with a combination of pleasure and frustration.

"Oh please, master, please let me masturbate at your feet," Roger gasped in total desperation.

Vanessa laughed.  "Oh Roger," she said evenly. "You were doing so good until you let your penis get the better of you again.  I was going to make your releases a weekly occurrence, but now I think I need to make them bi-weekly."

Roger began sobbing in frustration.  This was more than he could take.  He was hit with the realization that his life, as he knew it, was over.

"You need to learn not to ask me for any releases, Roger," Vanessa said as though she was a school teacher working with a young boy.  "I decide when you are allowed to ejaculate because I own this penis."  Vanessa gave it a gentle flick for emphasis.  Then she pinched some loose skin on Roger's scrotum and pulled it away.  "You see this?" she asked.  "This is a sign of disrespect.  I won't be happy until your balls are so full that it becomes difficult for me to pinch off any loose skin.  Do you understand, young man?"

"Yes, master," Roger practically whimpered.

"Good.  I told you I'd put a permanent end to your compulsive masturbating." Vanessa stepped back from the mirror.  Roger felt a chill as he spied her eyeing his bottom.  "I see your ass is still quite swollen from yesterday, but it's not as red as I like it.  I think it needs a warming!"

With that, Vanessa took Roger over her knee gave him a short, but severe hair brushing.  She didn't have him over her lap for more than a couple of minutes, but the spanks came down fast and furious.  Only when Vanessa had reduced him to deep, anguished sobs, did she feel as though she'd been appropriately thorough.

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Rhode Rage

Chapter Seven – Anyone For Tennis?

By James Pendergrass

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THREE WEEKS LATER...

"Four ounces, five grams.  You gained another gram, Roger!"  Vanessa hefted Roger’s increasingly cumbersome balls in her slender fingers.  She gave them a tug and a squeeze, while at the same time enjoying the tormented look on Roger’s face.  He was staring straight ahead, as he had been trained to do, not moving a muscle, the strain evident on his face.

Roger waited for Vanessa to release his balls.  She always liked to play with them after weighing him.  It was her way of emphasizing her superiority.  Today was a huge day.  After many starts and stops, today was the day Vanessa had promised that he would finally get to cum.

The past three weeks had been so difficult.  He was in a constant state of frustration.  His balls had become so heavy that he could feel their weight between his legs any time he walked anywhere.  About the only thing he could be happy about was that he hadn't been spanked in three full days.  His ass was less swollen than it had been in a month.  Oddly enough he found himself for the first time in his life almost craving a trip over the lap of a cruel, determined woman.  He had become accustomed to the comfort of submitting to a higher power. 

Kristin, in concert with Svetlana, had subjected him to every indignity imaginable.  They constantly found excuses to kick him in the balls and use the penis punishment button.  Whenever they detected the slightest hint of disrespect, Roger would find himself bottoms-up on one of their ruthless young laps for an always-severe blistering.  Both young women preferred the hairbrush.  It was so effective at getting the job done.  The oval shape of the brush seemed the perfect implement to deal with the misbehaving male bottom.  Roger's reaction to the brush was always so pleasing.  He clearly couldn't handle it.  Both Kristin and Svetlana agreed:  the hairbrush was incredibly effective when it came to yielding Roger’s full respect – and his tears.  They had taken to carrying one in their purse wherever they went.  You never knew when you might come across a male in need of correction.

Roger would never get used to the tremendous pain that the hairbrush brought him.  It played upon his psyche.  It got so that he threw away his own hairbrush and used a small plastic comb for his hair.  And even the stupid comb gave him chills.  His spankings brought such strong mixed emotions from Roger.  On the one hand, it gave him intense pleasure to feel his penis rubbing against Kristin or Svetlana's thighs.  The young women usually wore nylon pants, which created a teasing friction.  Combining it with their intoxicating female scents and it was as close to an orgasm as Roger could get these days.  Then the first jarring smack of the hairbrush would impact his buttocks and his entire world became centered around his sore ass.  His fear and respect for women soon increased exponentially. 

In addition, Svetlana had come up with a brilliant idea.  In order to properly entertain her and Kristin, Roger now had a special way of urinating when at work.  When he had to pee, he was forced to ask Kristin's permission.  On occasion, just for sport, Kristin would make him wait until his bladder was nearly overflowing.  Then, she, along with Svetlana (who, having nothing better to do until school began, spent most of her summer days helping Kristin at the front desk) would take Roger back to a rarely-used restroom in the back of the club.  There, they would lock the door and force Roger to throw his legs up into his air and pee onto his own face.  Both women greatly enjoyed the spectacle.  Especially hilarious was the fact that Roger always got an erection when forced to perform the disgusting task.  They ridiculed Roger, calling him a fool, a retard and a loser.  "Tell us how much you love it!" they would shout.  When it was over, Roger had to crawl to each of their feet and thank them for allowing him to relieve himself.  They'd done it four times to him and each time they seemed to enjoy themselves more than on the previous occasion.   

After the second time they made him piss in his own face, Roger had complained to Vanessa that his young female supervisors had taken things too far.  Vanessa responded by inviting Kristin and Svetlana into her office where they took turns spanking Roger until silver dollar-sized purple welts appeared on his ass.  At the end of the spanking, Roger was so inconsolable he had trouble regaining his breath.

Now, on the day he was supposed to be released from chastity, Roger waited obediently for his master’s command while she stood behind him and manipulated his poor, imprisoned penis.  Vanessa made great sport of his limp, dangling "manhood."  She loved the way it became so engorged yet the chastity device kept it so flaccid.  It allowed her to fiddle with his overly sensitive organ and drive him absolutely insane with desire.  Roger's eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with a tingling feeling in conjunction with the pain in his gut.  He struggled to keep still so Ms. Vanessa wouldn't find reason to punish him.  By now he knew that his movement during "inspection" resulted in an immediate trip over her lap, and an encounter with The Hairbrush.

Finally Vanessa stopped fondling him and pinched the head of his penis with great authority.  Roger's body went rigid.  "Look at how brainwashed you are," Vanessa said.  "In a matter of weeks you've gone from a brash, out-of-control male to a docile, obedient, puppet."

"Yes, master."

"And now today is your big day.  The day you get to produce your dirty goo for our amusement."  She gave his balls a playful tug.

Roger felt a thrill and an accompanying shiver of pleasure.  "Thank you, master."

"I’ve decided on a small change of plans," Vanessa said abruptly, releasing Roger's penis and causing it to fall onto her scale with a little thud.  "Your orgasm will be tomorrow instead IF you handle yourself accordingly this afternoon.  You're to be the ball boy for a tennis match me and the ladies will be having."

Roger felt the frustration boil up inside him.  How could she make him wait?  He'd been so good!  But now, his training kicked in.  A few weeks ago he might have shown his anger, but now he nodded his head and said, "Your wish is my command, master.  Thank you."

"Good boy," said Vanessa.  "Now put the scale away while I put my tennis clothing on.  She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes.  Roger had a silent temper tantrum, squeezing his eyes shut and nodding his head back and forth in the hopes that he might wake up from his nightmare. 

No such luck.  Vanessa returned wearing a short white tennis outfit.  Her skirt was high above her knees and offered Roger a glorious view of her thighs.  This only served to frustrate him further.

"Shall we?"  She opened the door and waited for him to walk naked into the hallway.  "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, reaching into her closet.

Roger felt relief as she closed the door.  The club was now closed but he didn't like the idea of being naked in the open spaces of the club.  His relief was short-lived though. 

Vanessa pulled out a pair of socks and men's tennis shoes and that was it.  "Size 10, your size," she quipped.  "Hurry up and put them on.  The other ladies are waiting."

When the shoes and sox were on, Roger looked up at Vanessa who had been standing in wait.  She was holding a leash in her hands.  "Just so there’s no mistaking the situation."  She laughed.  For a moment, Roger thought she might place it around his neck, but instead she fastened the leash securely around his cock and balls.  She secured it tight enough to make it uncomfortable while allowing just enough blood flow to keep Roger from major health problems.  “There we go.  It’s amazing how your silly public parts were built for leashing.”

Roger felt more exposed than ever as Vanessa escorted him to the tennis courts.  He walked behind her as she tugged him along by his penis and balls.  Occasionally she gave a quick yank just to remind him who was boss.  As if he needed any reminder. 

Just before Vanessa reached the entrance to the tennis area, she stopped and faced Roger.  "When we reach the court, you're to walk bow-legged as a sign of respect for the females.  Also, make sure you march with a high leg kick so that your penis bobs up and down.  I want to make it abundantly clear how obedient you are and how eager you are to provide visual amusement for the Females in attendance."

When Roger arrived at the tennis court, he didn't like what he saw.  Svetlana and Kristin were on one side of the court.  They exchanged volleys with what appeared to be a youthful version of Vanessa, a gorgeous young woman who looked like a great tennis player.  Seated on a bench next to the court, much to Roger's dismay, was the buxom blonde bitch.  Roger recalled her name was Brooke.  She was the one who had belted him.  Next to her, looking quite resplendent in a pair of jeans with little boots, was Maya.

All the women stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Roger as he approached.  Roger felt great shame as he saw all of them smiling like cats that ate the canary.  He made sure to pick his legs up high and spread his legs wide.  The last thing he wanted to do was anger his master. 

Vanessa spoke loudly, her voice full of glee:  “Most of you know about Roger the pervert, but not all of you have seen him in action.  I ran into this jackass on the road a few months ago.  He gave me a finger and called me a cunt.  I discovered he was a penis jerking pervert and a wimp who loved being dominated by women.  Just look at him now!”

The women clapped their hands and smiled as Roger marched in, his loose parts jiggling up and down.   The younger version of Vanessa came jogging over with a huge smile on her face.  Roger was so humiliated he nearly passed out from the dizziness.

Vanessa tugged at his leash and announced proudly, and much too loudly for Roger’s liking:  “This complete imbecile has agreed to be our bellboy this evening.  Right, Roger?”

“Yes ma’am.”  Roger couldn’t believe the way she spoke of him.

Kristin strode over and gave him a playful swat on his behind with the tennis racket.  He hadn't been spanked in a few days, but the blow still jolted him.  All the women gathered around him.  Vanessa made him fall to his knees and recite his pledge:

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

Maya turned to Kristin and laughed loudly.  "You weren't kidding.  This is hilarious." 

"Oh my fucking god, mom!" said the young version of Vanessa.  "You have outdone yourself this time."

"Roger," said Vanessa.  "This is my daughter, Leah.  Please give her a proper introduction."

Roger immediately fell to the hard tennis court so that he was on his belly.  He wriggled his way forward until he reached Leah's tennis shoes and he planted several kisses on each foot.  He could hear the girl laughing.  "Goodness, how pathetic is that?”

"Roll over so and spread your legs, so my daughter can get a good look at every inch of you," said Vanessa. 

When Roger did as instructed, Leah howled.  "Now I see why he's so obedient.  Look at what you've done to his penis!  You rule, mom."

Roger burned with humiliation as she joked about his most private part to the other women.  The other women then spent a few moments discussing it.  They used words like "gherkin, pin-dick,” and “shrimp-dick.”  They talked about how funny it looked inside the sheath.

“And look at the size of that ugly-ass scrotum,” Leah mused.  “It looks all swollen and pent up!”

The women all laughed.  “Shake your ass and jiggle those balls for our amusement, boy,” said Vanessa.

Roger did as he was told, and the women all absolutely howled at the sight.

Vanessa gave Roger instructions on his role as ball boy.  "It's quite simple," she said.  Vanessa and Leah would pair up in a doubles match against Svetlana and Kristin.  They would play the best of three sets, which means the game had a chance to last for two hours.  Roger was responsible for clearing the court of tennis balls.  He was expected to hustle at all times.  "If any of us notices you slacking or falling behind, you'll be over my lap so fast you won't know what hit you," Vanessa warned, much to the delight of the other women.  "I won't be happy about delaying the match, but I won't hesitate."  Vanessa turned to Leah.  “You see, this way we’re going to whip his fat ass into shape.”

All the women looked so sexy in their tennis skirts.  Roger felt the tightening begin anew around his penis.  Little did he know what else Vanessa had in store for him.

Brooke handed Vanessa a small 6”x8” by one inch thick wooden platter.  The platter had a smallish hole in the middle of it that was buffeted by sturdy black rubber.  The platter was actually two 3x8" pieces of wood joined by a hinge at one end.  That way, it could be divided and then closed like a steel trap on a certain "object." 

"You didn't think I would make things that easy for you, Roger.  Did I?" Vanessa explained that the platter was a femdom sex device.  She then proceeded to place it on Roger's groin.  While the other women looked on, she squeezed the two wooden ends shut around Roger's penis and balls.  Vanessa then locked the platter into place with an adjustable latch at the non-hinged end.  She made sure to do it extra tight so Roger's genitals could not possibly slip out of the platter during his movements.  Roger winced as she locked it into place.  The result was that Roger's penis and balls were forced forward from between his legs and put on lewd display in front of his body.  It was an awkward, painful contraption. 

The women all admired the device.  "Let me explain, ladies," Vanessa began.  "This way his penis and balls can't hide between his legs.  It will be on display for our viewing pleasure at all times.  The pain will also remind him of who is in charge."

"Just wonderful," said Kristin.

"One last thing, Roger," said Vanessa.  "Since Brooke and Maya will be watching the match, they will supervise you with the remote control.  If either of them is unhappy with your effort, you can expect an attitude adjustment in the form of a female-administered groin punishment.  Now ladies, let's play some tennis!"  

Leah chimed in.  The girl was clearly thrilled to be a part of this, and she spoke with total sarcasm.  “But wait, mom, how the hell is he supposed to be an effective ball boy?  On top of everything else, he’s a fat ass.  We don’t want to have to wait all day long for him to fetch balls.”

“That’s his problem, honey.” 

The match began.  The first time the ball hit the net and Roger had to retrieve it, he was greeted with hysterical laughter.  "Look at his penis!" said Leah with sheer glee.  The other women on court doubled over in hysterics.  Roger looked down and could see why.  With each stride, his penis and balls jiggled and bounced up and down.  Adding to the ridiculousness was the fact that the platter forced him to run with his legs spread and his ass puckered wide open.  When Roger leaned over to pick up the ball, he felt a wrenching in his groin as his balls attempted to pull back naturally between his legs but were rudely rebuffed by the platter.  The pain was intense.  He staggered and nearly fell forward onto his face.  Then he took off running again, penis bobbing up and down like the punching bag it had become.  He looked down again and his balls were already red and swollen.

Just before he reached the sidelines he felt a nasty jolt that took him off his feet and made him collapse in agony into the doubles lane.  Brooke had hit the punishment button!  All four women on the court were laughing almost uncontrollably. 

"Brooke," said Vanessa after she caught her breath.  "Don't use that button again or we'll never get this match in." 

After that, things settled down.  The women eventually got used to the sight of Roger's limp noodle of a penis and swollen scrotum.  The match became intense.  Roger hustled around, feeling an increasing pain in his balls and sweating profusely.  After an hour had passed, Roger was exhausted.  He was also becoming increasingly frustrated.  Thoughts of "How did I let this happen to me?" became more frequent.

Meanwhile, each time the women exchanged courts, they would take the opportunity to fondle Roger's balls and his penis.  This only served to increase his frustration.  Good thing he was able to hide his true feelings.  Leah in particular took the handle of the tennis racket and gave his balls a few jabs.  She laughed in amazement as Roger bowed and thanked her for the attention. 

Finally, at long last, just when Roger was ready to collapse in exhaustion, the match ended.  Vanessa and her daughter prevailed 6-4, 2-6, 7-5. 

Roger put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath.  He looked down at his cock and balls.  Both were purple and raw from all the wrenching that had taken place each time he had to lean over and pick up the tennis ball.  The women all sat on the bench, drinking water and talking about the match.  Roger was left alone wishing he could have some water, but knowing better than to ask.

"Ladies," Vanessa said once everyone had calmed down.  "Today was the day Roger was to be released from his belt so he could masturbate his penis and relieve the pressure that's been building in that ugly scrotum over the past month.  Based on his effort, do you think he deserves it?  Obviously he isn't qualified to make the decision so I'm going to put his fate in your feminine hands.   Kristin, since you are his boss, you should decide first.  Then Svetlana.  Then Maya.  Then Brooke.  Then finally Leah."

Kristin: "I'm afraid my answer is no, Vanessa.  Although he tried very hard in a physical sense, I thought it was quite apparent that he was getting angry and frustrated inside.  He's so stupid he thinks we can't notice.  Well Roger, we can. [Looking at Roger intently]  If it's up to me, consider yourself denied." 

Svetlana: "Absolutely not.  Kristin is correct.  The fool thinks we can't notice it when he is being disrespectful, but it's quite simple to read his mind.  The answer is absolutely no."

Maya: "He seems so much better behaved since you first put him in chastity.  I think we should keep it that way.  My vote is to keep him locked up for the time being."

Roger felt his despair growing.  A majority had been reached.

Brooke: [laughing] "Of course not.  Males like Roger understand one thing.  He needs another reminder of his place at our feet."

Leah: "I think we should let him jerk off.  Kidding!  Of course you should keep him locked up, mom.  Let me make this unanimous.  [Turning to Roger]  The answer is 'no.' Your pleasure is under the strict control of women and that's the way it will always be.  Forever."

Roger lost it.  He didn't know why, but he had enough.  He broke down in tears and shouted, "No fair!  NO FAIR!"  He began jumping up and down, and this only caused his penis to bounce futilely in the air, which made for wonderful imagery to the women in attendance.  Then he fell to the ground and began sobbing.

"Who has a hairbrush handy?" said Vanessa.

Roger felt a chill.  For a moment nobody could find one.  It seemed as though Roger would get a reprieve since hands didn't hurt anywhere nearly as much as the hairbrush.  Then Svetlana said, "Wait one moment."  She reached into her Gucci handbag and produced the dreaded object, much to the joy of the other women.

Roger was passed from one lap to the next.  They made him keep wearing the platter, which only assisted in causing his penis to rub against their skirts.  More importantly, the women all spanked extremely hard and without mercy.  Maya and Leah were both naturals.  Leah in particular spanked him with wild abandon.  For the women, it was an exceedingly satisfying end to a joyous afternoon of female dominance.  For Roger, it was a particularly painful end to a devastating afternoon.  Spurred on by Brooke who insisted they treat me especially rough, the women all acted as though they had a bone to pick with Roger.  And boy did they ever light a fire under him.  His cries echoed off the ceiling and the walls.  Long after they finished spanking him, Roger continued his deep sobs.

"Imagine if all men were treated this way," concluded Vanessa.  "There would be so much less violence in the world."

“Wait mom,” said Leah.  I want us to play one last game before we let him off the hook.  I think each of us women should have a chance to finish him off.”

“I think he’s already finished off.”

”Well true, but his stupid gonads make such an inviting target, I want to try an experiment.  She whispered her idea among the women while Roger lay by, still sobbing softly, trying to gather himself. 

“That’s a frigging awesome idea,” Kristin said.  The other women echoed her sentiment.  It was up to Vanessa to deliver the bad news.  “Roger, since we’re playing tennis we think it’s only fair if each of us gets a chance to nail you in the nuts with a good hard shot.  To Leah’s point, it just seems like we’d be missing out a great opportunity since we have you here.”

They made Roger stand in front of the net, legs spread.  Then he was ordered to hold his penis up against the platter so that his balls were fully exposed.  The four female tennis players gathered by the baseline and eyed the target.

“Okay Roger,” said Vanessa.  We each get one shot to hit you.  If we miss, then you’re off the hook.  I hope you realize us ladies are tough but fair when it comes to disciplining you.

Roger stood just in front of the net.  What more could they do?  Well, he looked at the bright side.  Even though his balls were swollen, the odds of one of the women nailing him with a tennis ball appeared to be not so good.  It would take a perfect shot.  Then again, the women were all terrific players.  They played six times per week.  Roger would hope for the best.

Kristin was first.  She bounced the ball once on the baseline and hit a wicked topspin shot that looked like it was headed for big trouble.  At the last second, the ball dipped too low and hit the bottom of the platter, only an inch or two from Roger’s sack.  He winced but no damage was done.  “Damn it!” Kristin said with a smile.  “I was so close!”

Then came Svetlana.  She tried a serve and it missed Roger entirely.  Two down, two to go.

Leah was next.  “I’m going to blast your balls into next week,” she said.  “And that’s a promise.”  The lovely girl tried a topspin forehand and it looked like it was headed for trouble.  The ball crashed into Roger’s stomach and rattled his ribcage.  It hurt, but it was better than the alternative.  “Oh well - at least I hit him somewhere,” she said.  “Okay mom, your turn.  It would be so fitting if you got the job done.”

“I’m going to try,” Vanessa said. 

“Do your two-handed backhand,” said Leah.  “It’s your best shot by far.  Hey I have an idea.  I’ll feed you an easy shot from over here.” 

“Good idea,” said Vanessa.

“Come on, Vanessa.  You can do it!” said Kristin.

Roger was already breathing a sigh of relief.  The odds were in his favor.  There was no way she’d be able to do it.  The target was too small.  He even relaxed his muscles.  The ordeal would be finished soon.

Leah tossed Vanessa a tennis ball from the side.  Vanessa took one step forward and swung with a great amount of power, generating torque from her toned thighs and pert ass.  What happened next was something nobody in attendance would ever forget, especially Roger.  Vanessa unleashed an absolute bullet – a line drive with next to no topspin.  Roger watched with total horror as the ball seemed to hone in on his scrotum like a heat-seeking missile.

SPLAT!!!!!!!!

It was the type of shot that couldn’t be repeated if the women all had a hundred more tries.  The tennis ball crunched Roger’s scrotum with such perfect accuracy that his swollen nuts seemed to absorb the entire impact.  The ball literally fell at Roger’s feet, after basically compressing Roger’s nuts to such an extent that they came within a hair of rupturing.  Roger let out a weird high-pitched noise and collapsed.

The tennis club echoed with the thrilled laughter and celebration of six women.  The women all gathered around Vanessa and offered her their hearty congratulations, which she sheepishly accepted.  A few feet away, her male victim had rolled up into a little ball, his hands desperately massaging his damaged junk.  The pain wasn’t going away.  Roger managed to pick his head up in time to see his Female Superiors celebrating.  Vanessa looked particularly pleased with herself.

Rhode Rage

By James X Pendergrass

www.jamespendergrass.com

Chapter Eight – Cum Chortling Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, master."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monica: "This is fantastic!"

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

Roger:   "I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kristin: "Look at the weird shape!"

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

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

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

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

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

[Laughter]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THUNK! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are.”

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

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

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

*******

Epilogue – Finished Off

WHAP! WHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP!

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

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

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

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

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

WHAP! WHAP!  WHAP!!!!

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

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

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

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

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

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

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

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

THE END