“No hands or fingers touch the penis. Not mine. Not Antoinette’s, and especially not Gerhardt’s. Over long periods of chastity and complete denial, the psychological effect is interesting. Gerhardt no longer thinks of it as his to control. It’s something attached to him but belongs to me. And it nicely pays homage to its owner, as you can see.”
Yes it does. Within a minute, the largest penis I’ve seen tumefies and points straight up. It’s length approaches twelve inches and the girth is incredible. Gerhardt is circumcised, which Miss Nancy is proud to point out.
“Removed the foreskin myself. It provides for better hygiene with the long periods in the tube. And of course I enjoyed snipping him.”
Yes. The reddened circle of skin below the huge head indicates Gerhardt has been circumcised well after his infantile years, perhaps within the past two years.
Antoinette returns and again turns on the spigot. Gerhardt’s midsection is doused, and she then gently washes the area of skin around the waist previously covered by the belt. The testicles are cleansed with Antoinette carefully working around the pink and purple manhood. As stated, the penis remains untouched.
Miss Nancy retrieves an object from a nearby table and approaches the supine and now totally naked male. It is a ruler, and she carefully places the end on Gerhardt’s pubes just above the root of the penis.
“I measure him on occasion. Let’s see..., thirteen inches. That’s very nice, Gerhardt. My toy is paying me a nice tribute today.”
Her tone is mocking and she smiles with the absolute level of control, and the thought that the organ is performing for her.
Antoinette spends several minutes removing hairs by insouciantly plucking away with tweezers. The penis seems to harden further. Either the pain or the proximity of Antoinette’s naked form seems to further arouse.
Miss Nancy watches patiently and looks to me. She knows it is an extremely powerful scene; the ultimate submission of one of the most virile and potent male organs in all of Europe. I have no doubt she has seen and grasped many for her amusement and financial gratification, and that Gerhardt’s is in fact the largest.
“Give him a little taste Antoinette. You’ve earned some recreation.”
No sooner said then Antoinette discards the tweezers and gracefully steps onto the table. With her diminutive form she appears to be a child frolicking over her supine father. But this youngster turns to face the far end of the table, straddles Gerhardt’s head then lowers herself until her plump bottom rests on the smooth latex hood covering Gerhardt’s face. Her cute, cleanly shaved pudendum opens to view and she twists and adjusts her cheeks until her rear aperture is evidently mounted over the opening for Gerhardt’s lips and tongue.
“Gerhardt has become quite the aniliguist over the past few months.” Miss Nancy’s smile is suggestive.
“And my saucy Antoinette is insatiable.”
The tongue and lips are Gerhardt’s few moveable body parts, and Miss Nancy laughs as the well restrained, erect but chaste servant works Antoinette’s puckered rectum with what are evidently well practiced oral caresses.
Antoinette moves her fingers to her exposed genitalia.
“No, no Antoinette. Hands on head.”
It is apparent that Miss Nancy’s realm of control includes the naked, French maid, as Antoinette quietly complies. But her frustration mounts with the sound of Gerhardt’s lapping tongue, and she begins to wriggle with the ecstasy.
“Such a good boy, Gerhardt. Next week I may have Antoinette feather you to full blossom. Won’t that be nice?”
The mammoth shaft waggles in anticipation. Miss Nancy stoops and casually reaches between Antoinette’s thighs. The soft fingers that cause so many males to grovel with unfulfilled attempts to ejaculate begin to toy with Antoinette’s labia. First stroking, diddling, and then a slow, deft penetration of the vaginal opening. Antoinette moans. Her fragrance becomes stronger.
“Yes, just let Gerhardt collect it all, Antoinette. Your juices are flowing nicely, naughty girl. The sight of that big, purple shaft is quite the stimulant, isn’t it. And Gerhardt likes showing off for us.”
Miss Nancy’s fingers work deeper. The sighs and moans quicken. Gerhardt obediently licks. It is an amazing scene, which so well illustrates the dominance of Miss Nancy, her nimble fingers playing with Antoinette’s genitalia like a musical instrument, and Gerhardt’s tongue assuring that the pleasure experienced by the libidinous French maid is the ultimate.
“I’ve spoiled her rotten, introducing her to the delights of anal play. She’s made poor Gerhardt work so hard ever since. But occasionally she’ll let him have a little taste of her honey pot.”
The thought lingers as Antoinette squeezes her thighs in a paroxysmal orgasm. Then another and another follow as Miss Nancy’s fingers work their magic, and Gerhardt’s tongue methodically laps from below.
I do not count the number of orgasmic shudders. But finally Antoinette leans forward and places her hands on Gerhardt’s hips to steady herself. She smiles in complete gratification, and with her proximity to the huge shaft, she puckers her lips and blows on the incredibly sensitive tip. Sensitive due to the absolute isolation demanded of the large phallus by Miss Nancy and her devious locking tube. There seems to be no limit to the heap of frustration, which the two diabolical women pile on Gerhardt.
“Let him clean you up a bit, Antoinette, and wallow in the aroma of your essence. It looks like you’re going to have to ice him to get the belt back on. Make it a good-sized anal plug this time. A number five should be quite the challenge for him. I feel rather devilish today.”
We leave the special room and return to the parlor, with the well-restrained Gerhardt carefully licking Antoinette’s piquant juices from her thighs and labia.
A ring and a knock at the front door indicate that my driver has arrived. I bid Miss Nancy adieu. She smiles pleasantly, but I am well aware she wishes to return her attention to Antoinette. As I depart, a rather firm riding crop catches my eye, hidden in plain view on the parlor buffet. The image of Antoinette’s perky, young cheeks quivering under firm corrective strokes is thought provoking, but alas, my flight waits.
The ride to Munich permits me to finish my notes concerning the visit with the most accomplished masturbatrix of young males.
Thus I am off to a small island near Aruba, where Lady Constance’s charges are afforded a hot sun and cooling breezes in which to frolic with their naked, hairless flesh exposed to all. I anxiously wish to learn about ‘banding’ the male appendage as mentioned by Dr. L------. What other curious things await me there?