The Constancia Compendium

‘Ted Dalton, New York’.

That is the name I am expecting and I nod to the driver. He genuflects and kisses my hand. His servile deportment is an attempt to avoid a visit to the island for a ‘refresher’ course in manners.

The driver leaves. I shut the door from within and open the box. It is almost 11:00 a.m. and our new trainee has been encapsulated since late last night. As an experienced and skilled nurse I perform a preliminary exam on all the arrivals to ensure their condition. Very rarely has there been a problem. The box is well designed.

The sight of well-bound naked males always excites and under the dim lights of the storage room I once again feel that sexual twinge of Dominance. A helpless and vulnerable Ted Dalton lies naked, cuffed, blindfolded and intubated as with all the arrivals. I check his pulse and listen to his heart and breathing. The endless static can be heard, the CD player specially designed to repeat and repeat and repeat with no need for manual operation. My hands smooth over male flesh, squeezing and caressing. Nice plump testicles and a foreskin begging for the quick nick of a scalpel.

The papers tossed into the box have Mr. Dalton’s particulars. The girls in New York gave him a good injection of Thorazine at 2:30 a.m. 100 milligrams! Those girls don’t bother with moderation. Mr. Dalton must have gone down like a sack of potatoes. Well just a little booster shot and our little puppy will arrive at Constancia in just the right mood...confused, humbled and eager to listen to all feminine commands. There are no male commands.

So just another 25 milligrams and he’ll be ready for Dr. Reinhold’s thorough examination.

Thorazine is a ‘neuroleptic’ drug developed in the fifties. Given to mental patients it has been compared to having a lobotomy, robbing the recipient of much desire and physically acting as a sedative. Mr. Dalton will find himself being very obedient and respectful and mentally quite malleable. We’ll lessen the dosage so he will be able to work...but a well-filled syringe will always be nearby should resistance recur. In time, Mrs. Dalton will be very pleased with her newly trained husband. Drs. Reinhold and Corrothers are experts on behavior modification.

I hear the engines of the speedy supply boat. Motamba and the porters will soon dock and begin loading. Timing is of the essence. We strive to spend as little time as possible in Aruba, thus avoiding unwanted attention.

Normally the ‘bad boys’ who arrive for permanent training and servitude are herded onto the boat under the cover of darkness. A nice long single tail whip ensures their compliance and haste. But the arrivals from the ASBM are treated more like patients...actually like someone else’s property, and our procedures are a little more subtle. Thus, Mr. Dalton will remain in the box and never be fully aware of the circumstances behind his arrival and where he has been taken. After weeks of indoctrination he’ll be released to his benefactress. We wouldn’t want him knowing the exact location of our little piece of Female Dominant heaven.

I hear the boat’s engines idle then roar as Motamba cuts off the ignition. I roll open the overhead door. Two naked porters jump off the boat onto the dock, secure the lines, and approach running like children in a school yard. The forced chastity has that effect...the abundant hormones providing them with a curious level of energy and desire. On Constancia Island we convert those attributes to a yearning to be of service.

Motamba keeps the young males quite frisky and eager to serve, punishing the slow and rewarding the nimble. Thus they approach as if in a foot race and boxes of supplies are shouldered and quickly taken to the boat with a hasty trot.

In returning for a second trip, Motamba’s whip cracks at the buttocks of the slower boy, who lurches and then finds a heightened level of velocity.

It is a typical bright and cloudless morning in the Caribbean and the sun’s rays glint from the assortment of jewelry worn by the two porters. Most noticeable are the metal bands, which encircle their penises at the frenulum. The small but ingenious devices keep the young males quite flaccid, the interior diameter having numerous spikes and sharp ridges, which make full erection painfully impossible. Depending on the tightness, males are permitted varying degrees of tumescence on Constancia Island. The porters are keep impotent...wearing the tightest and most heavily spiked bands. Others, such as the pair of prized pony boys

used exclusively by Lady Constance, may achieve nearly full erection before the scientifically designed bands constrict and irritate the sensitive penis tip. Lady Constance likes to run her pony boys with their well controlled manhoods standing...their virility completely subordinated to the Dominant female rider.

Other ornamentations which evidence the porters’ subjugation are the nipple piercings which are indigenous to males of the Island, and the elaborate way in which Lady Constance has adorned and permanently bound the testicles and scrotum. At one time headed for lives of drugs and petty crime, the two diminutive lads were acquired in Europe from the infamous Bavarian clinic for miscreant boys. Their organs being deemed only of modest size, Lady Constance took them after no permanent home of Female Dominance could be found for them. But their well-tanned and conditioned naked bodies suggest they have been happily rehabilitated despite their new life of forced and complete chastity.

Watching the porters run about is always amusing for the Dominant woman, thus I find my eyes following their quick footsteps, particularly when they return from the boat and the various cords and piercings so nicely display their testicles. Each porter’s skin is riveted at the hips and the knees providing a convenient hole where elastic cords can be secured. From each hip rivet a cord runs to a precisely sized ring slipped over each testicle, serving to pull up and outward and separate the two organs within the sac. Another pair of cords run from the knee rivets to rivets in the bottom of the scrotal sac, serving to pull the hairless bag downward. The overall effect is to have the restrained organs constantly stretched and fully displayed while the porters walk and run about performing their duties. Psychologically it is a wonderful reminder for the puppy-like pair, physically feeling at all times the effects of their bondage and servitude.

Three more trips and the supply building begins to empty. I make two trips myself to speed things along. Finally, it is time for Mr. Dalton. My finely subjugated boys both work at one end of his box and I pick up the other. In height, neither one reaches my shoulders, and I must smile as the weight proves to be quite the effort for them. But, what they lack in strength they make up for with other skills and training.

With doors closed and the facility secured, I step to the dock and onto the boat. The porters work the lines. Motamba starts the motors and she skillfully guides the 35 foot cabin cruiser back into the channel. I descend into the cabin and remove my white nurse’s uniform. It’s a 45 minute trip to Constancia and there is no point in being uncomfortable. I strip completely and don the simple latex apron, which loosely hangs from my waist and drapes over my pubes. It is my only garment. I enjoy the feel of the tropical sun and the wind constantly cooling my dark brown skin as I absorb the radiant heat. And the porters become aroused gazing at the naked female form. Their penis bands will be tested, though with their years on Constancia they have been mentally castrated, most times putting aside all thoughts of achieving erection.

So, there is no need for feminine modesty on Constancia Island. All males are appropriately restrained and most forcibly banded and kept chaste...therefore the Dominant women have little need for covering to avoid unwanted attention leading to clumsy attempts at seduction.

My return to the deck is well timed. With the speed of the craft Aruba is already in the distance and no one will see me frolicking with the naked porters. They’ll service me with their stretched tongues during the entire trip. The vibration of the boat adds a wonderful dimension to their accomplished cunnilingus.

When Motamba is done flogging him, I’ll have the slower of the two kneel and work between my cheeks...an added incentive for more alacrity.

The life of the Dominant Female on Constancia Island is sexually Epicurean.

Chapter Six

Dr. Helga Reinhold

Well, another arrival by way of the ASBM. This ‘Ted Dalton’ is typical of their referrals. A submissive male who needs to learn submission. Easily accomplished. At Constancia Island, we mold males into very eager subordinates...physically and mentally.

Naomi, head nurse at the Island’s medical facility, has placed Mr. Dalton on a gurney and removed his body hair. A strong chemical suffices to do this in the short term. If permanency is desired, we’ll later depilate by way of electrolysis, laser or more chemicals. That is for Mrs. Dalton to decide.

Mr. Dalton’s initial reaction to the large dose of Thorazine is typical. He is most docile and easily controlled. Thus his cuffs have been removed and he just lies in a stupor. The pillowcase remains in place and the CD player continues to deafen him but it is time for his magnetic imaging scan. We need his precise measurements, internally and externally. Depending on how Mrs. Dalton intends to manifest her dominance, our computer controlled equipment can make anal plugs, penis bands, neck collars, yokes, etc. that fit perfectly, all providing long term comfort but with a snugness that serves to constantly remind the wearer of the influence of his Mistress.

So I slide out the intubation tube and inflatable anal plug and remove the pillowcase. Below I find that a cheap sleeping mask also covers his eyes. It is also removed along with the headphones. Mr. Dalton can hear and see for the first time in some 18 hours, according to the paperwork.

He blinks in the bright lights and tries to speak. Slurred and practically unintelligible I anticipate the question.

“I am Dr. Helga Reinhold, Mr. Dalton. You’re in a medical facility on a Caribbean island. Your wife had you sent here. You’ve been a bad boy and will be staying with us for a while. When you leave here, you’ll be a very good boy.”