The Constancia Compendium

Lady Constance again pauses. It is obvious the memory of the childhood visit to the clinic produces a pleasant reverie.

“Well, the discussion continued between Mother and the Director, as I gazed about in rapt fascination. Mother explained her desire to acquire a companion for me; a thought to which the Director nodded.

“‘Yes, Madame. I received your letter. But most of our trainees complete their training on consignment. That is where a client visits as you are so doing and makes a selection. Then we “polish” his training, conforming the subjugant to the proclivities of his new owner. You’ve probably noticed, for example, number 14 receiving extensive oral training. He’s been purchased by a gay, male couple, therefore certain skills must be imbued before he leaves.’

“She was referring, of course, to the trainee being taught to control his gag reflex and accommodate the sizeable rubber phallus.

“‘And that trainee on the treadmill will become a colt. He will leave here to undergo exhaustive pony training from a rather severe woman in New Zealand. He’ll arrive there in good physical condition but extremely docile and mentally prepared to wear the harness and receive her whip.’

“The Director paused and Mother asked if there was a course of action which could provide what she termed as a ‘plaything’ for me.”

“‘Constance is entering t

hat delicate age,’ Mother explained. ‘She’ll need to manifest her dominant tendencies, and I’d rather purchase a plaything for her now than later find she’s intimidating her male classmates.’

“The Director nodded in agreement and settled into thought. I, in turn, was watching the interesting juxtaposition of a slight Asian woman working a rather large boy. He was kneeling on a stainless steel table, which had been adjusted to a height of two feet. She was instructing. He was listening and obediently reacting.

“‘Thighs spread..., head back.’

“The trainee immediately complied and his head slowly moved back and down until it rested on the table. It was a somewhat contortionist position since his hands and arms were secured under him and he had to arch his back awkwardly.

“Such a sizeable male being totally controlled by the cute, little Asian women and placed in such an unnatural position,’ I thought to myself. I was fascinated with her control and the trainee’s unquestioning obedience. He patiently remained motionless resting on his knees, calves and I suppose the back of his head.

“Of course, my gaze moved to his privates. What girl wouldn’t gawk given the opportunity, and as you can imagine my curiosity was well rewarded. Two large eggs rested on the steel table in a massive pile of pink flesh. His scrotum must have been enormous, and I wondered what the sac would look like when he stood.

“And resting on top of the pile was another lengthy tube of skin which seemed to be the prerequisite attribute for admission to the clinic. Thinking back now, his flaccid penis must have been seven to eight inches, a rather precocious appendage. The Director noticed that my attention had been diverted and smiled.

“‘Looks like number 23 will be standing for us.’

“As the Director ushered us to the table, I noticed the number 23 corresponded to the digits painted on the boy’s right buttock.

“‘It’s the final stage of training. Ejaculation control. Number 23 will be shipped out at the end of the week. He’ll become a rather exotic piece of furniture for the vacation home of a nice, lesbian couple,’ she explained.

“As she spoke the Asian woman donned latex gloves. With the crisp sound of the snap of the rubber fingers, number 23’s penis seemed to twitch. This brought a knowing smile to the Asian woman’s face as she deftly pinched the head of the long, uncircumcised penis between her left thumb and forefinger. She looked at the Director who nodded back.

“‘A little milking today, Nona?’

“‘He’s not scheduled for it, Ma’am. The shipping instructions call for three months of complete chastity,’ the Asian woman replied in an even, professional tone with no discernible accent.

“‘Well, perhaps just a bead of fluid to demonstrate to our guests.’”

“As the Director made her suggestion, Nona pulled up the flaccid phallus. I guess my reaction of surprise was quite noticeable for not only was the incredible length more prominently displayed, but the underside of the foreskin was pierced by a sturdy gold bar with small globes of gold attached to the ends to hold it firmly in place.

“‘All the trainees are infibulated in the first month here,’ the Director explained, ‘a precaution against masturbation and fellatio. You’d be surprised how resourceful they become in seeking sexual gratification while locked in their cages.’”

“Nona twisted off one of the globes and slid out the bar. The head of his penis was now free of the entrapping frenulum, and it slowly began to engorge itself. It was a seminal event for me. It was my first glimpse of an erection. I often wonder how my experience compares with that of other girls.”

Her narration lingers and I pick up on her musing. I ask if the sordid display of the erect penis frightened her.

“Frightened? I never felt such a strong urge to take control.”

Her reply is punctuated with laughter.

“Such a display of power. The helpless, bound male kneeling in the most subservient of positions before four members of the fairer sex. His precious organ fully exposed to the gaze of all. Slowly rising to full blossom.

“I remember wondering when it would stop, never before having seen an erection. And I was impressed with the Asian woman’s controlling manipulation; very subtle touching. A brush of one nipple..., then the other. She also palmed his massive scrotum and gave it a gentle squeeze, the whole time softly speaking words of encouragement while the penis slowly but steadily rose. It was interesting to observe that after removing the bar she never actually touched the penis.

“I was spellbound. The subjugated, young male was reacting so obediently to her words and to her touch and seemed eager to please her. He stared at the woman with a look that I can only describe as part fear and part devotion. Like a puppy in training, hoping to please but concerned about committing an unintended transgression leading to punishment. It was evident his eyes could not focus with the special contact lenses. He could locate Nona’s silhouette, but it was as if he didn’t know we were standing nearby.