The Constancia Compendium

“Hold on one minute, Mary. Boy has trouble remaining still.”

[Jasmine placed the bucket on the table between Boy’s calves then slid it forward near his thighs.]

“Up.”

[Boy raised himself off his knees as best he could, and Jasmine pushed the bucket so his thighs straddled the top. She grasped his penis and testicles.]

“Down.”

[Boy obediently lowered himself. When his sensitive organs touched the icy slush it appeared that there was a spasmodic reaction to rise, but Jasmine’s grip was firm and Boy settled his organs into the freezing bucket.]

“The first step to a thorough milking, Doctor. Lady Constance insists that Boy’s sexual pleasure be derived exclusively from orally servicing the female organ. So to prohibit orgasmic relief while draining his semen, it’s a simple matter of numbing the ejaculatory muscles. That way I can endlessly massage and toy with his prostate gland and ampulla, and he cannot ejaculate or feel any pleasure.

Unfortunately, he’ll feel a little glow when I’m done. The change in his hormonal balance will have the effect of calming him. But that is nowhere near the ecstatic feeling of having a true orgasm. Lady Constance forbids that. He had his last one many years ago.”

[While Jasmine explained, she held Boy’s organs in the bucket. After a moment, the initial shock passed and she released her grip and stepped away to the preparation table. There she retrieved a plastic squeeze bottle with an attached straw emanating from the top. Returning to Boy’s front, she inserted the straw into Boy’s mouth and squeezed.

Mary continued with manicuring his right hand.]

“A nice, bright shade of red for you today, Boy. Yes, you’re going to be very alluring.”

[Mary finished and moved the stool to Boy’s left hand. The color of his nails was indeed bright and could only be described as that worn by an expensive lady of the evening. While Mary continued her efforts and Boy’s genitals were properly iced, Jasmine calmly supervised and watched Boy’s organs turn an interesting shade of blue. She picked up on her narrative.]

“So I had been working at Ms. W-----’s clinic for some four years when Lady Constance and her Mother visited. I believe you’re aware of the circumstances under which I made the transition from the clinic to the employ of Lady Constance and her Mother.

“It was a challenging assignment..., to be in direct charge of Boy’s subjugation. But with Ms. W-----’s input, I developed a program that has been quite successful. You must understand that the most important element is Boy’s deeply ingrained desire to please..., to give pleasure to his Mistress in complete disregard for his own feelings or comfort.

“In addition to the desire to please, he also needed to be endowed with the proper tool. Perhaps Doctor, you have not had a good view of this...”

[Jasmine sauntered to Boy’s side as she spoke. With the simple command of “Tongue!” Boy opened his mouth and the demanded prodigious, pink appendage was thrust forward between his lips. It was amazingly long, and when Jasmine palmed the wet, slippery length and pulled it further out, the sight caused Mary to pause. The young cosmetician’s momentary look of surprise changed to amusement and she began a youthful giggle, obviously imagining to what lascivious purpose such an oversized organ could be put.

Jasmine released the slippery, wet tongue and stepped away. Mary began applying lipstick. The makeup case placed on the front of the table indicated Boy was to receive a full make over. ]

“As you are aware, Doctor, all flesh can be stretched. It’s a matter of time and maintaining sensitivity that becomes difficult. It’s important that Boy be able to properly feel with his tongue the soft pink flesh and be able to adjust his caresses to his Mistress’s reactions. Good oral service requires a well-trained, dexterous and assiduous tongue, and we have transmogrified Boy’s into one of the best.

“I instituted a very simple, long-term progra

m of punishment and reward. Whenever he is permitted to orally serve the superior Female, he’s released from all bondage, except his wrists of course. When not servicing, he’s kept in what I term severe restraint.

“Also, in the early days at Lady Constance’s mother’s estate, Boy was masturbated while his tongue serviced Lady Constance. This was eventually curtailed and in place of masturbation, I taught the young Lady to offer treats. As you can see, we keep Boy lean, and he’s always eager to earn a little doggie treat. It tastes terrible, but he knows that the nutrition is craved by his body. So as a young submissive in training, he pined for opportunities to exercise his tongue and earn temporary release and perhaps a doggie biscuit, if his efforts were deemed particularly attentive.

“Lady Constance took to her role so well. At first shy about having a male so close to her feminine parts, she quickly realized that the special contact lenses effectively keeps Boy blinded. Thus her bashfulness ended on the first day, when Boy was masturbated while permitted to lick and explore her genitalia.

“Later, more subtle forms of Dominance and submission were practiced. It became a common sight for certain neighbors to view the pretty, young Mistress of the manor running her naked plaything through the fields of the country estate. She regally sitting atop her large, white horse, Boy struggling to run behind at the end of a leash.

“As I stretched Boy’s scrotum more and more, his running became more amusing to the dilettante Dominant Constance. Watching Boy’s testicles bob about between his thighs and working his effeminate buttocks filled entire afternoons and made for interesting diversions, when Lady Constance had her young friends from school come for a visit.

“And all the exercise kept Boy in good condition. Good oral service requires the wind of a trained athlete. Every woman enjoys a certain rhythm when receiving service from the lips and tongue, and Boy was trained to find a satisfying cadence even if it meant holding his breath for inordinate periods. Boy learned to probe deeply with his tongue and eventually, as the stretching progressed, was trained to properly caress the rear crevice with his lengthened appendage.

“You can see the results, Doctor. Boy obtains a fascinatingly subtle form of sexual gratification from serving the female genitalia. And since it’s the only gratification he receives, he craves to be of service.”

[Jasmine squeezed more water in to Boy’s mouth, then dipped her hand into the slushy ice and extracted a cold, blue, scrotal bag. Even in its contracted and crinkled state, it was sizable. She firmly pinched a small fold of the sensitive skin between the nails of her thumb and forefinger. Boy did not react to what would normally be sharp pain.]

“He’s just about ready, Mary. Almost done?”

[Mary was finishing the nails of Boy’s left toes with the same shade of bright, red polish. When she stood up and pulled away the stool, all her efforts came into view. In addition to the abundant nail polish, Boy’s lips were highlighted with the same shade of red. A gloss coating reflected the room’s antiseptic lighting. Mary had applied eye shadow to augment the tattooed mascara, all of which greatly added to Boy’s particularly effeminate appearance. From the neck upwards, it was not possible to guess Boy’s true gender much less his age, which by my estimate was some thirty years.

But the typical cosmetic alterations were further augmented by the attention Mary paid to Boy’s perky nipples. An interesting shade of red rouge drew the observer’s eye to what appeared to be underdeveloped female breasts. This feature added an interesting contrast to Boy’s appearance. Facially he appeared to be a woman. But the rouge forced the viewer to move the eyes to his chest, where any attempt to determine his gender became obscured. A boy with make-up? A young girl with undeveloped breasts?