[Jasmine paused in her story. Tears were rolling down Boy’s face. Either the slow torture of having his tongue stretched or Mary’s electrolysis was breaking his stoicism. Jasmine gently dabbed away the wetness and patted Boy’s head cooing words of encouragement. But then she tested the tightness of the tongue cord and gave the winch a quarter turn.]
“Don’t be alarmed, Doctor. The winch is highly geared. That quarter turn only shortens the cord by an eighth of an in
ch.”
[But the action was emblematic of Boy’s treatment. Relentless training and cruelty was the regimen. Jasmine was aloof to his tears. They were just something to be wiped away and the stretching continued.
“More water was squeezed this time with the straw carefully inserted well down Boy’s throat. He had difficulty swallowing with his tongue so cruelly stretched.”
[She stepped back and resumed.]
“The masturbation was just to amuse the girls, of course. And that I did, pulling and pushing about this ten inch, stiff rod which was drooling fluid. The girls giggled and laughed all wondering aloud about my prowess and ability to make him spurt under my control. His scrotum was only partially stretched at the time. But the girls still enjoyed watching it swing. In general, I held him back for a good twenty minutes or so and used the time for a demonstration and explanation of the male anatomy. Something very much overlooked in the education of teenage girls.
“But it became time. I didn’t want him to run dry of pre-ejaculatory fluid, so I announced to the girls to watch carefully, then increased the pressure on the prostate and brought the penis up to the optimal angle. I stroked away keeping a firm grip, which, as you can imagine Doctor, is substantial. Then when it was time, I shoved the book out from under Boy’s knees, effectively leaving him hanging by his neck collar. My penetrating left hand felt the muscles contract, and I instantly lessened the grip of my right hand allowing the semen to erupt. And erupt it did. The girls screamed in amazement for I directed a sizeable glob beyond the end of the sheet onto the carpet. The next hit the very end, and after that I just pumped until a puddle formed in front of him.
“The tension on the neck causes a curious reaction in males, Doctor. One must be careful and Lady Constance stood by to slip the book back under him as the last drops dribbled to the sheet. But the sudden change of pressure affecting the spinal muscles and nerves greatly stimulates the ejaculatory muscles.
“But it was an amazing explosion, and the girls became speechless after their initial shouts.
“And I closely looked at Boy. Humiliated but satiated, I also detected some level of pride. Like a dog performing tricks for his Master.
“Yes. He was ready. Eager to please despite the embarrassment, the giggling, the cheers and the complete display of his naked form and intimate anatomy to girls his own age.
“It was then that I recommended to Lady Constance’s mother that we begin the chastity phase of his subservience. Two days later, I thoroughly emptied his sac while he knelt with is head between Lady Constance’s thighs with his marvelous tongue ardently working his Mistress’ genitalia. He has not experienced a true orgasm since, and he was trained from that point to earn a nice doggie biscuit for good service.”
[More water was applied. Mary finished with the electrolysis and was packing away the electrical device.]
“Boy needs to relieve himself, Mary. You know he needs a girl’s help.”
[How Jasmine knew his bladder was full was curious. But Mary returned to the special table with some additional make up and a broad smile.]
“Yes. Enjoy yourself. Just make sure the urethral opening is clear.”
[The young, right hand of Mary reached under Boy and took the tip of the narrow penis between her thumb and forefinger. It was evident that Jasmine had allowed her this privilege before, for she dexterously pulled back the foreskin as far as the wire allowed and whispered into Boy’s ear.]
“Go ahead, Boy. You’re going to be on the table quite awhile.”
[With Jasmine’s added words of encouragement, Boy’s bladder opened. Mary continued holding the appendage and amused herself by directing the flow. The utility of the table became evident as the excretion splattered onto the shiny surface then gathered into a channel in the middle and gently flowed to the drain at the rear. Just as Boy seemed to maximize the outpouring, Mary playfully gave the command to stop, and watched closely as the naked, restrained, helpless male struggled to curtail the flow.
After a devious pause, with Boy’s pronounced antics to hold back his fluid quite animated, Mary once again commanded him to relieve himself, only to once again give the stop command when the flow resumed.
I did not record all the starts and stops, but it was evident that Mary was very fascinated by the level of her control and authority over Boy. It seemed he reacted to the commanding voice of a female, without hesitation or forethought as to the circumstances or to whom the voice belonged.
After several minutes, Mary’s game ended when the last drops joined the stream in the middle of the table and began its journey to the drain. With a grateful smile toward Jasmine, she shook the flaccid penis of all remnants and released it in such manner as to make it swing between the well spread thighs.
Jasmine smiled back and squirted water unto the table in a simple but effective cleansing action.]
“OK, Mary. Do his scrotum and he’ll be ready for tonight’s guest.”
[Mary returned to the makeup she had brought to the side of the table. She opened a jar and with a small brush began to paint Boy’s scrotal sac with body makeup. It was a bright shade of red and Mary soon had the entire sac coated and matching Boy’s nails, lips and nipples.
It was a fascinating juxtaposition. After spending over an hour making Boy appear as effeminate as possible, this last touch seemed to highlight his maleness, drawing attention to that part of the anatomy that most distinguishes the genders.
When done, Mary also dabbed the body paint unto the tip of Boy’s penis further drawing one’s attention to the male organ.
I leaned over in my chair for a better view. Boy’s genitals appeared clownish. And when Mary dabbed blue spots on the right and left side of the lower abdomen with black slashes atop, there appeared to be a face on Boy’s midsection..., two blue eyes with black eye brows, the penis emulating a nose with a bright, red tip, and bright, red cheeks in the form of the hanging scrotum.
There was no need to hide my smile. Boy could not see me. And I wondered if he had any idea of how humiliating Mary’s handiwork made him look.