But 1532 obediently complies and the gaggle of specialists giggle when the massive manhood indeed begins to move.
“You see how much he wants to experience the firm grip of my fingers, ladies. He’s willing to completely humiliate himself to obtain the few moments of male gratification.”
Nancy begins to impale the young rectum with the fingers of her left hand. The lad is amazingly open and seems to draw in the feminine digits. Nancy smiles. She recognizes complete subjugation, and her confident look evidences her subtle satisfaction.
“You have quite the scamp here, Helga. He’s a natural for the strap on.”
After moments of silence, with Nancy and 1532 communicating with their eyes, the gloved left hand disappears.
“Oh, yes, nicely swollen and ready to squirt for us. Miss Nancy is going to drain you completely. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
She is evidently feeling the underutilized prostate of a young male in his sexual prime. Her right hand reaches under the scrotum and manipulates the perineum. The double pressure on the prostate must be incredible, I think to myself, but the flow of pre-ejaculatory fluid ceases.
“I have the middle finger of my left hand squarely pressed against the urethra, ladies. Our young subject cannot expel any fluids until I am ready.”
The specialists smile and marvel at the control and confident experience, which the supreme masturbatrix applies to her trade.
“Now. What are we going to do with this?”
All laugh as her right hand finds the enormous, powerful shaft, helplessly standing with its functions usurped by the single digit of a dominant female.
“From this point, the timing is mine, ladies. He can be stroked, pulled, massaged, caressed, manipulated, kneaded, all day. The need to ejaculate will overwhelm his thoughts. He’d walk through fire for me right now. All to achieve an orgasm. But it’s mine to decide when and how.”
It is not often that I wish a camera was available during my escapades. But this is one of those few times. To see the young specialists completely absorbed by the lecture and 1532 helplessly restrained, waiting in complete humiliation until his masturbatrix decides on the timing of relief, is one powerful scenario of female control that cannot be described with the written word.
I wonder what 1532 would offer, given the chance to speak, in order to be allowed to complete his humiliation by squirting his seed for the crowd of women. I hazard to guess it would be everything he owned. But alas, Dr. L------ already owns all he has. Therefore it is his lot to lie helplessly restrained and suspended while Nancy plies her craft. He can not even offer a symbol of protest or resistance.
Miss Nancy continues her lecture, pointing out many little known erogenous areas of the male. Explaining the functions of the prostate, ampulla, seminal vessels, erectile chambers including, as an aside, how certain dominant, Asian women pay many dollars to have such chambers truncated in males deemed suitable only for oral service.
“It serves to greatly focus the oral subjugant on his prime duties,” was Miss Nancy’s casual remark, as the young speci
alists smile with the thought of a male’s proudest organ being shortened at the behest of a dominant female.
After several minutes of apparent internal massage by Miss Nancy’s penetrating hand and fingers, she announces the release of some pre-ejaculatory fluid. Right on cue, the clear, viscous substance slowly oozes from the purple tip, Miss Nancy evidently momentarily removing her finger from the urethra.
“I think he’s ready, ladies. We’ll drain him completely. Helga, better use a large specimen dish.”
Helga dutifully places a clear glass dish on the floor then positions herself standing over the head of 1532.
“Turn slowly. I want him face down.”
Helga gently places her hands on the shoulders of 1532. Miss Nancy removes her right hand and repositions herself. Her left is still penetrating the helpless male’s backside. Helga pushes down on the left shoulder, pulls up on the right and the suspended 1532 slowly turns on the spit.
“By keeping my hand steady while he turns, this young man is getting quite the prostate massage. I’m going to hold him off a little longer. I think you’ll be impressed with the results.”
As the spit turns 180 degrees, Miss Nancy maintains her penetration. But as 1532 faces downward, her right hand returns and palms the massive, erect shaft, forcing it downward toward the anus.
“With the erect penis in this position, ladies, it is impossible for the male to ejaculate. Helga will rock him a little, the pressure will build and when I want him to squirt, he’ll explode for us.”
Helga slowly twists the spit. A quarter turn clockwise. A quarter turn counter clockwise. Miss Nancy holds her hand in place. 1532's prostate is receiving incredible pressure, and I stoop to see that the young male’s eyes are popping from his head.
The coordination between Helga and Miss Nancy is impressive. She wordlessly twists the spit. Miss Nancy smiles, feeling the swollen gland and occasionally announcing to the viewing audience the futile attempts of the male anatomy to expel its seed without the permission of the controlling, female hand. She can evidently feel the ejaculatory muscles contracting.
Perhaps it is pity, perhaps Miss Nancy just feels the timing is right. I can assure the reader 1532 had nothing to do with the decision. But finally after many, many slow half twists of the spit, the most skilled masturbatrix releases the erect penis. It promptly salutes by righting itself and within seconds explodes in the most amazing ejaculation of thick, creamy sperm. It splatters into the dish. Then a second. Then a third.
His audience applauds and laughs. No one had stroked or touched the erect shaft. Miss Nancy controlled the process through her hand penetrating the anus and massaging the various male glands.
After the dramatic climax, Helga continues with very slight twists and Miss Nancy works her left hand. The dish slowly fills and Miss Nancy’s final act is to squeeze the base of the shaft between thumb and forefinger then slowly draw it down toward the tip and the waiting dish. One last glob drips into the dish.