“It appears wonderfully vulnerable, James,” was her notable comment, as she gently but firmly drew down on my eggs, forcefully stretching out the pink sac.
She began inserting objects into my rectum. Bigger and bigger. Each time making humiliating comments concerning the excited reaction of my manhood and the prostatic fluid pressured from my urethra. Then she would leave me lying there on the bed, blindfolded and bound, for how long I would never know. On one occasion I glanced at the clock before and after our session and was shocked to see the process expanded to over three hours.
The anticipation of her return became a torturous mental game with my engorged penis eagerly pining for her deft touch, expecting that at any moment she would firmly grip it and guide the tip into her warm, moist grotto.
Kinky jewelry began to appear from nowhere. She trained me to ride through the agony of well-clamped nipples, laughing when the strange combination of pain and pleasure brought me to explosive, voice commanded ejaculations.
Finally, one night, the blindfold was replaced by a latex hood with a single opening for my mouth and nose. I was bound to the bed, naked of course. She put headphones over my ears, gently stroked me to full erection while inserting a huge obdurate object into my back passage, turned on a tape recording of static noise and apparently...she left.
I don’t know how long I laid there. I could not see. The static was not loud but completely blocked my hearing. Strangely, it felt as though my erection strengthened judging from the throbbing. Whatever object she had inserted, it apparently stimulated my prostate even more than the others.
I guess I slept. I’m not sure. I think I heard her voice through the headphones after what seemed like hours of nothingness. Then the voice faded and the noise returned.
Finally, I felt her presence. Not straddling my hips but instead my head. Her feminine aroma became stronger
and stronger until the warmth and wetness of her sex met my nose and lips. I dutifully licked...and licked...and licked.
Her voice briefly interrupted the noise through the headphones by way of some type of voice activated microphone. Softly but firmly the alto pitch instructed me in the art of cunnilingus. When a particular motion of my tongue pleased her, the very tip of my penis received a barely perceptible brush of a feather. Conversely, her displeasure was evidenced by the twist of one of my nipple ornaments.
She was insatiable and, with her persnickety neatness, I was strongly encouraged to take in every drop of her essence.
“You know I don’t like wet sheets, James,” she cautioned me, and my tongue learned to capture every drop of her spendings.
That night, for the first time she did not bring me to climax. After some dozen of her own orgasms her voice again interrupted the static to explain she was tired.
“And I’m out of condoms, which brings me to the subject of my gift you don’t wish to discuss.”
The vasectomy arose again.
She stepped off me and released one of my wrists. By the time I finished removing the cuffs, headphone, hood and untied my ankles, the sound of running water told me she was in the shower. No smell of coffee greeted my nose, but instead my adjusting eyes spotted a hurriedly written note requesting that I be sure to engage the lock on my way out the front door.
Removing the anal insertion was a struggle and I was shocked at its size and shape. Where would D find such an object?
The drive home was miserable and lonely. My testicles ached. I was frustrated. D had never left me hanging before...but I also felt a strange inner satisfaction. Like a dog knowing that sooner or later Master would feed him, I felt the same with D. She would take care of me.
The morning newspaper lying on the front seat was dated December 5. If there was to be a February trip to Canada, it should be arranged soon.
D
James was so laughable. He had no conception of his own submissive psyche. I had introduced many males to sexual servitude, but none fell into their subordinate roll so quickly.
A male’s erection is like a barometer. And James’ manhood continued to forecast excitement despite my heightened level of control and the increasing applications of pain and humiliation.
And his receptivity to sensory deprivation was wonderfully amusing. Over time, I think he’ll find himself encountering longer and longer periods under the hood. On one occasion I left him bound and naked in my apartment and left to work out at the gym. He never realized I was gone for over an hour and that my subsequent strong fragrance and wet skin resulted from a vigorous workout, not from the arousal of observing his helpless naked form.
There was, however, a level of pleasure in sitting back with a cold drink and watching him squirm his buttocks against the special butt plug I inserted. I always found it interesting how few males understand their own organs. That the prostate begs for the attention afforded by a firm controlling female, yet the rectum resists, futilely in James’ case since I’ve worked him well open over the weeks.
Well, James will learn more about his own male promiscuity. The trip to Canada has already been scheduled. I called his boss and told him I was planning a surprise vacation for James. The boss acknowledged he needed time off and graciously arranged to accommodate James’ absence.
Meanwhile, I visited my self-storage locker. The steel handcuffs were too uncomfortable for truly long-term sensory deprivation and my dildo harness beckoned.
I always purchased quality paraphernalia and sure enough when I opened my locker the collection of sturdy fur lined wrist and ankle cuffs was as good as the day I purchased them. And the harness still fit, somewhat tightly, but I attributed the snugness to my extensive exercise program and the resulting thickened layers of muscle.
“Oh, James,” I thought, “what a trip you’re going to have.”
Lastly I grabbed my medical bag. I had never told James that my bachelors’ degree was in psychiatric nursing. A suitable entree for my Ph.D. in psychology, working nights in a loony bin imbued me with much background concerning long term bondage. Some patients I had to restrain for days...
James