nose bridle in my right hand and pull downwards. He obediently stoops lower. I turn, holding the bridle behind me. As a treat, I let him lick my buttocks. He has certainly found them intriguing and the hot tongue of a well-worked subservient pony boy has a marvelously Dominant appeal to my psyche.
Chapter Eighteen
Jasmine
Mr. Dalton will be getting a phone call tonight. Therefore I water him well. It’s quite easy with his bridle making it impossible to breathe through his nose. Everything I introduce to his mouth he eagerly swallows so he can gulp air. I just have to train him not to spit anything out, which is quickly done. He is completely naked and bound and has learned that compliance to my whims avoids much pain.
I have him lie on a small stool in the center of the room. We change the position of severe bondage regularly. It keeps our patients off guard, provides entertainment for our young nurses and makes it interesting for me...seeing how I can truss the male in a manner that inaugurates the slowest buildup of agony.
So Mr. Dalton’s stomach rests on the stool some eight inches off the floor. We wouldn’t want him pressing his erection against the smooth soft rubber flooring. That might provide pleasure...something that is only to be given by the Dominant female, never taken by the subordinate male.
Cords are attached to his nose bridle forcing him to crane his neck and face upwards. The testicle rings are secured, pulling his precious little eggs toward his knees while separating them within the sac. His masturbation mittens are clipped together behind his back and another cord nicely pulls them up toward the ceiling.
He is thoroughly bound and completely immobile which is always the intent. Muscle movement imparts the notion of freedom, which is only mine to give.
I apply the special cream to his scrotum. The Bagandan recipe, refined over hundreds of years, promotes the stretching of skin and precludes unsightly stretch marks. There is no limit to how far flesh can be stretched over time. The challenge is to avoid scarring, which the cream magically does.
I clamp his tongue, attach a cord to hold it well outside his lips and again hang an IV bag full of water. I set the drip valve and gently pinch his cheek. He has been worked hard and is tired and probably hungry, a condition which I cannot alleviate. The reasons will become apparent.
I observe the first drop splash to the center of his outstretched tongue. His system naturally reacts by attempting to swallow which strengthens all the muscles and promotes the lengthening process which is exactly what I want.
I cover his eyes with a leather mask. In the back there is a sturdy eyelet, which I use to secure his ankles...pulling back his feet until his back arches then tying the ankle bands to the leather mask. I tighten to achieve just the proper level of discomfort, seeking a modest level of pain, which will grow through the night.
“You’re tied up like a nice gift, Mr. Dalton. Dr. Corrothers will want to know how it feels to be so tightly bound by a woman...made helpless and unable to move an inch. I’m sure you will tell her about it in the morning.”
It’s part of the process. He will be very eager to talk with his next counseling session. And he certainly will have time to gather his thoughts.
The final torment involves placing hollow tubes behind the creases of his bent knees. These I use to forcibly spread his thighs by looping cords through the center of the tubes and then tying them to eyelets on opposing walls. The separation completely exposes his genitals, adding a layer of humiliation and a nice view for our young nurses who will be monitoring him throughout the night.
Satisfied that he is most frustratingly secured, I must carefully attach and insert the final equipment...electric probes. We’ve pioneered the use of electro stimulation at Constancia Island and have added ingenious refinements. But it must be done right. So from a panel on the far wall behind Mr. Dalton I retrieve a collection of bundled wires and uncoil them while approaching the prostrate patient. I work methodically but with some alacrity. I have done this before and it’s paramount that the right wire lead to the right probe.
After a few minutes ‘poor’ Mr. Dalton is prepared to be ‘wired’. A steel anal insertion, a metal penis catheter, clamps on each nipple and each testicle. All are conducive to electricity and everything inserted has been lubricated. I have been very gentle in sliding each in place. The clamps are most modest. Hardly felt, but they will not fall off either. I attach wires to each assuring that the penis wire leads to the penis, prostate wire to the anal insertion, etc.
“No dinner, Mr. Dalton. You’ll understand why later. I recommend in the future you eat as much as you can when food is offered. It is specially designed nutrition though all taste has been deliberately removed. Luana will want you very strong.
“You’ll be getting a phone call later.”
I step out into the hall deliberately leaving him most curious about his phone call. I slide open a cabinet door in the wall adjacent to the door to Mr. Dalton’s room. There sits a television monitor. I turn it on and the image of my well-bound patient comes into view. The video camera works though Mr. Dalton is slightly off center. I return to the room and open an unnoticed panel concealing the camera and adjust accordingly. I quickly return and the monitor indicates I have made the proper adjustment.
One last check on Mr. Dalton, I feel the tension in all the cords, tightening one or two for proper restraint. I smooth my hand over his hairless buttocks and admire the tender slowly stretching flesh of his scrotum. I feel a twinge in my loins. Thankfully I am getting off duty and there is a delightfully young, well-trained male in my quarters with a very eager tongue.
So I leave Mr. Dalton as he helplessly wallows in great frustration, both mental and physical. I cannot help laughing...loud enough so he can hear me. It’s part of the process… breaking the male. It is the only reason I am on Constancia Island.
Chapter Nineteen
Mrs. Dalton
With Ted setting a new paradigm in our marital relationship, I have great fun picking up well hung gigolo’s and enticing them to our apartment. Getting a male into bed is easy, as always.., getting the right male is a different matter. After all, the manner in which I prefer to have sex is a little provocative, strapping on my harness and splitting the tight male rectum while my special female insertion frictions me to orgasm.
So I have learned to find guys who have latent bi-sexual proclivities and either don’t realize it or keep such a deep secret. Thus when I strip them down, lay them on the bed and pull their ankles up around their ears, they are either accustomed to the ignominious position or quickly acclimate to it.
Sometimes, if I am in a generous mood, I’ll give my plaything a handjob while reaming away. But most times I just have him later masturbate for me...maybe kneeling in the kitchen stroking away and beseeching me for permission to ejaculate. The messy semen can be readily mopped up there.
Ted has been gone for some five days. The packet of information from the ASBM suggests that contact be quite limited during initial indoctrination. But there is also this process whereby I can call in on the telephone and also, using a special code, log onto the Constancia Island website.
This could be quite the source of entertainment.
I have scheduled a visit from Anthony, some 25 year old stud, I had over the weekend who probably prefers guys but finds that some women pay just as well. He’s well hung with an active tongue and knows to become quite submissive in my presence. His virgin backside was rather resistant to my initial efforts, but that just made it more fun in opening him. When I called he was not reluctant to schedule an appointment.