“Are you aware of his original intent in visiting Thailand, Sue?”
“No.”
The hissing returns to block the conversation. Miss Denise obviously has some clever remote device which can turn on and off the white noise. My mind reels in imaging the conversation and I picture Sue’s aghast reaction as Miss Denise describes my quirky trip... a visit to Empress Suhan’s plantation, my intended Thailand destination.
But perhaps I misjudge. After all, Sue is a woman who, as a teen, had me strip and masturbate for her amusement.
So here I sit strapped down naked and erect before three women, one of whom is my stepsister. How wicked of Miss Denise! But then I reflect on how stiff I am and sitting without the ability to communicate, I am more of an object than person, a work of art, a symbol.
In being both blinded and deafened, there is no way to determine if Sue and Miss Denise leave or stay, or even if Mae Lee remains. Much time passes and then I feel Mae Lee grip my penis in the manner necessitating bladder relief. As noted, though full, acceding to her demand can be toiling when erect. But I know to obey and begin contracting my stomach
muscles to comply.
Within minutes I forcefully begin a flow, envisioning Mae Lee directing my firm penis into a receptacle on the floor. Halfway through my business, the hissing momentarily diminishes and I hear the women’s laughter. No one has left, the trio has stayed to see more of the show.
The deafening sound returns, Miss Denise having delivered her message... that I am hers to exhibit in any manner she desires. I finish my humbling deed and as Mae Lee shakes my penis of the final drops, I feel the waft of air as the room door opens. Hopefully Sue and Miss Denise depart.
Within an hour the straps will be released, my limbs massaged and the time clock of agony reset. I wonder if Sue will witness that also... be permitted to watch as the excruciating pain overrides all thought and judgment... observe as I try to kiss Mae Lee’s hands in fruitless attempts to forestall return to the unending torment.
Miss Denise is wicked in displaying me to Sue. So wonderful to look at but so wicked.
What is her message in having Sue witness such deviance? What is her purpose?
Then, as the pain builds in legs and arms, I reflect. Has Sue really witnessed anything she has not before seen? The only surprise for her would be that my odd adolescent propensity remains, only the ultimate climax which she so enthusiastically encouraged is now somewhat delayed... for the past three years.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“It’s not as cruel as you think, Mr. Dawson. There are males who cannot adequately control their urges. So we not only alter but train them. There is more to proper castration and behavior modification than just snipping the testes.”
Nurse Emma speaks as her left hand ironically grasps the bespoke organs and uses such to hold me steady as the gloved fingers of her right hand probe my anus. It’s my weekly prostate exam.
“One must assure that the behavior is in fact properly modified. Altered males will naturally become more submissive with appropriate counseling. I am sure you realize by now that such is Dr. Evans’ forte.”
Yes, Miss Denise spun her web in Thailand and continues to feed off the flies, and in my case a moth.
Once again, I leave Nurse Emma’s den cleansed, devoid of hair and more respectful of Miss Denise’s power. And with that respect, I become fearful. Miss Denise instructed me to tell all and I have not. And in showing me off to my stepsister, one can only guess Sue’s reaction and what recollections and subsequent conversations were triggered and divulged to Miss Denise.
I return home to lie in my bathtub with the obligatory bottle of Chardonnay. The welts from Sunday’s caning are almost gone and by tomorrow night’s visit such will not be noticeable. Though I still have not been afforded ejaculatory relief, the weekends of unending sensory deprivation and slow agony culminating with sharp and intense pain strangely calm my jumpiness, but only early in the week. I notice that by Thursday the physical need returns, especially after the appointments with Nurse Emma. So I revert to the bathtub.
Still, I would prefer to climax, to once again feel like a normal male. Perhaps even go out on a date.
As I soak, I am forced to wonder what Sue told Miss Denise. In concluding my tale with Kate’s spanking, Miss Denise seeming to think it was the pinnacle of the relationship, I omitted telling of subsequent scenes that I probably should have disclosed.
After Kate’s spanking, where I again was able to elicit a promise that Mother would not be apprized of my misdeed, Sue mouthed some words and gesticulated while a perturbed sister Kate watched me dress. It was evident that she wished to speak with me privately, probably to thank me for my stoical silence in holding back word of her complicity. I was wrong.
We met in the pantry.
“You’re going to have to learn to control yourself, Bobby. That’s the second time you’ve done that. It’s your sister! She thinks you’re becoming a pervert!”
I sheepishly nodded. What could I say? Could I have the temerity to suggest to Sue’s face that she was equally complicit in the deviant acts? In so doing, my supply of porn would be cut off!
And that’s when the games began in earnest. To inhibit any untoward display of male seed, Sue, who had playfully removed the stimulating pictures for time to time, began a more regimented process. Sitting very close by as I stroked myself, Sue masterfully judged the point of my acutest need to climax. Then she would withdraw the catalyst and insist that I hold back.
“Calm yourself. Stay still.”
At first, the periods of denial were short. Thus my withholding of the ultimate in male pleasure was facile. Later, she became more insistent for longer periods. It was difficult, but I learned. Then she began to see if I could perform for her on cue. And eventually I did.
‘Be a good boy now... one.. two... three...’ and with a single clap of her hands I learned to explode. Ejaculating became a conditioned response. Pavlov’s dogs salivated at the sound of a bell. I knew to spew my seed to Sue’s clap, after humiliating myself to no end, of course.