The Constancia Compendium

“Makes one feel rather subjugated, does it not, Mr. Dalton? As you’ve probably guessed the piercing is not through the skin as with an opening intended for some trivial piece of jewelry. No, it’s rather more severe than that.”

The gloved hand twists the four inch shaft. I wince.

“I thrust it rather firmly through the cartilage. Very unlikely to be torn away.”

Naomi pulls at the ends of the ‘nose bridle’. It parts in the middle where it tapers to a strand.

“Think you realize now where this will go,” Naomi suggests.

Yes, I do. And I cringe with the thought.

After a few moments wait, Nurse Naomi’s left hand again grips my hair. Dr. Reinhold takes one piece of the nose bridle and holds it while retracting the needle.

“Over time you will become accustomed to wearing this. But I don’t think anyone ever is able to resist the control it imbues. You will find yourself responding to the slightest of Luana’s tugs, Mr. Dalton. That’s how we like it here on Constancia Island. Very obedient boys eager to please.”

While Dr. Reinhold lectures, Naomi works her half of the bridle. The two inch vertical shaft is inserted right up my left nostril. It pressures the uppermost region of my nose yet she keeps pushing. I try to wriggle my head and turn my neck. I cannot. Finally I feel a little pop. My eyes instantly water. Tears roll down my cheeks. The little steel ball on the end has been shoved into my sinus cavity. The pain is indescribable and my eyes water uncontrollably.

“One more,” Nurse Naomi declares with an irritating giggle.

I cannot bear the pain...but I will. I have no choice. The adjoining half of the bridle is pushed into my right nostril. Her fingers work. She is relentless. A second pop comes. My eyes are still watering from the first. It feels as though my head will explode. I suck air...deeply... through my mouth. My nose is rendered useless for all functions except for that of a handle.

Nurse Naomi works the tapered portion of the shaft through the new opening in my septum. Dr. Reinhold holds up the welding device. With a bright spark and a flash of searing heat, the two parts are reconnected...permanently.

“The nose bridle is shaped based on the scan of your head, Mr. Dalton. As you’ve probably noticed it fits exactly, except as you felt, the little steel balls inserted into your sinus cavity are deliberately made just a little oversized. I assure you the insertions are there to stay.”

In my peripheral vision I can see the looped ends jutting out to the left and right just below my cheekbones. I have grown a metal handle bar mustache. The bridle moves with the slightest motion of my head. The six inch piece of steel and I are one and the same. It indeed is perfectly formed.

Miss Luana looks most proud.

“When can he begin work?” she inquires of the doctor.

“He needs to heal and we also have to regulate his Thorazine level. So we’ll keep him in suspension for a couple of days. But you can walk him a bit. He’ll need to acclimate himself to the injections and his new trinkets.”

Miss Luana reaches up. Her slim brown hand takes the end of my nose bridle between thumb and forefinger. She jostles it. Jolts of pain shoot through my nose and face. I try to move my head to alleviate the agony. I cannot though I try to closely move in response to the motion of her fingers. She acknowledges my efforts with a smile.

“I think he will be most obedient.

“Will my saddle attachment be ready?”

“The milling machine is fabricating it now, Luana,” the nameless nurse replies. “There will be ample time for trial and adjustment.”

Chapter Eleven

Luana

For the following two days I arrive at the medical building early to visit my new subordinate male beast. As I have been taught since a little girl, the care and feeding of the submissive male requires punctiliousness. So each morning I arrive at the exact same time and Mr. Dalton awakes to the feel of my probing fingers pushing back on his foreskin and holding a beaker so he can relieve himself. Still hanging in suspension he has learned quickly that he will only urinate when he feels the soft hand of a Dominant female holding his organ. Our first try took several minutes, but he’s learning. All part of the program of discipline and obedience...controlling the most intimate of functions is essential.

While he is still blindfolded I spoon feed him. He feels like a child and he should…that’s intentional. Dr. Corrothers designed the program for rapid immersion into the world of Dominance. Ted’s little remaining pride is plunging nicely.

After feeding I attach cords to his nose bridle then release his ankles and, after allowing a few moments to establish his balance, his thigh straps. I allow him to stand and acclimate himself. Dr. Reinhold has kept him in suspension for the period of healing which is normal. It is amazing to see how quickly the submissive male can learn to sleep in such a position.

On the first day I led him about the medical building blindfolded. The feeling of helplessness cannot be adequately described, yet he became nicely erect for me. That’s good. In his mind being walked about bound and naked at the end of a leash is an arousing activity. The laughter of various observing nurses seems to cause him to blush…which is also good. That indicates that the Thorazine is not so strong as to override certain essential emotions. Yet the dosage is adequate to keep him mentally docile.

The nose bridle provides for an unsurpassed level of control as expected. The slightest motion of my hand causes an instantaneous reaction...one that can only be described as immediate compliance.

On the second day, after bladder relief and feeding, I walked him without the blindfold. He followed the leash and, despite the agony of an occasion firm pull, he seemed mesmerized by the sight of my naked buttocks...which brought his penis to full blossom. With his hands remaining cuffed behind his back, watching was all he could do and of course the masturbation mittens were still worn. I was tempted to free his wrists just to observe the frustration when he found that touching any intimate areas would be very irritating.

On the third day I saddle him. It’s not the standard means of conveyance at Constancia Island. Though many of the young girls ride on the backs of the males while such are plowing or pulling on ox cart, normally the adult women prefer a pony cart or chariot such as that used by Lady Constance.