I snap the quirt. Mr. Dalton pushes with renewed efforts toward the Island’s beautiful Queen.
Chapter Twenty Three
Lady Constance
I can watch the naked subordinate male work for hours...a preoccupation I learned from my grandmother when I was a little girl and the Island’s electricity was produced by dozens of miscreant and yoked lads turning massive generators.
Currently with the wind providing power, I have been content to watch the Bagandan women work the naked male beasts in the fruit and vegetable fields. And now the salt flats. The work is so divinely monotonous with the irritating salt serving to remind the well whipped male of each and every welt. I am pleased. Luana has nicely developed into a firm handler. That’s how the Bagandan women are raised.
The Island’s latest subordinate arrival slowly approaches pushing the plow. Luana’s quirt lashes to spur him to hurry, not wishing to keep me waiting. I wonder if he realizes that a full week of toil and anguish will probably produce some twenty dollars worth of sea salt. Marketed under the brand name ‘LC’s Toil’ the salt will grace the table of every member of the ASBM. It will be consumed by Dominant women who will smile in satisfaction knowing that every grain has been produced by way of abject cruelty to a well bound and whipped subservient male.
Nicely symbolic.
I step out of the chariot to greet the duo. Mr. Dalton has been whipped on his buttocks, thighs and nipples with a single nasty telltale stripe on his scrotum. He is caked with salt and I know he feels the irritating sting everywhere that Luana has applied the quirt.
Luana dismounts. I reach for my water bottle and step to the perspiring naked beast. He is nicely erect...displaying the ironic reaction of the submissive male...full tumescence despite the pain and humiliation.
My left hand toys with his right nipple as I insert the tube of the plastic squeeze bottle into his mouth. He drinks heavily as he gasps for air…the bridle precluding use of his nose for breathing.
“You’re working him hard, Luana. Be sure to keep him well watered.”
She smiles and nods.
“I was about to walk him up to the plant for a drink.”
We exchange words and pleasantries. Luana explains that tomorrow she will initiate the packaging process by harnessing Mr. Dalton and having him pull the scraper to scoop up the first layer of salt. ‘LC’s Toil’ will begin production.
“I suppose we should teach Mr. Dalton some pony boy protocol,” the devilish Luana suggests.
Yes, I look to the two pony boys harnessed to my chariot. Having the loosest set of penis bands, I insist that they perform for me while fully erect. During the few minutes of our discussion, a degree of limpness has occurred. The encouragement of my crop has kept them firm while pulling in harness. With the short period of neglect the phalli have softened.
Luana tugs on the cord connected to the noise bridle, pulling downward so that Mr. Dalton must bend at the waist. Then she leads him to my team. My matched ponies are tall, both exactly the same height at six foot six. They also have the largest penises on the Island...close to twelve inches and dwarfing Mr. Dalton. Luana explains as she forcefully uses the bridle cord to introduce Mr. Dalton to the Island’s protocol among pony boys. My ponies are subservient to all females but in rank are superior to all other males. Therefore, Mr. Dalton shall pay homage. And he shall do so with his lips and tongue.
It’s always fun observing the homophobic reaction when forcing the male to service the genitals of another. The act is brief, for we never permit climax, but it mentally brings down the proudest of recalcitrant males...sending the message ‘there is nothing the Dominant female cannot coerce from you’.
Luana reaches down and takes Mr. Dalton’s nicely stretched scrotum in her right hand while holding the bridle to keep his mouth adjacent to the huge penis of the left pony.
“Lick, Mr. Dalton. These are the ranking ponies on the Island.”
Her hand slowly closes around the ringed gonads to begin the process of assuring compliance. Mr. Dalton yelps with the building pressure and finally extends his tongue. We both giggle like schoolgirls while the wet pink tongue returns my steed is to full erection.
“Don’t you wish you were that big and had a nice submissive male licking away,” she chides adding to Mr. Dalton’s humiliation.
Timing the attentive licks. Luana moves to the right pony before any prohibited ejaculation can occur. There he begins to immediately lick, sparing his gonads further torment.
I make a mental note to inform Dr. Corrothers of Mr. Dalton’s oral efforts. She’ll be joining me for dinner this evening and be interested in using the information in his next counseling session, I’m sure.
I can hear her words as she’s seated at the clinic. ‘So I understand you’ve been orally serving our ponies. Do you enjoy that, Mr. Dalton? Does it arouse you?’
During Mr. Dalton’s tenure on Constancia Island, he will learn to lick anything and everything demanded of him, male anatomy and female. And he will do it well and learn to like it.
Having paid proper homage, Luana lifts the bridle and Mr. Dalton rights himself at the waist. He casts a snea
ky yet reverent glance my way. It is typical of the chaste male. His eyes wander where they shouldn’t be but I suppose it is a compliment. My only covering is a freely hanging patch of cloth over my pudendum and with the steady tropical breezes it’s been known to flip about and teasingly flash my sex. I enjoy being topless and that’s why I spend most of my time on my Island. Males can look but they’ll never touch...unless, of course, I need oral attention, which is more frequent than I can admit in normal social circles.
“I understand Mr. Dalton received his first phone call last night,” I comment as an aside. “Better not work him to much longer. He probably did not get much sleep.”
Luana laughs at my understatement and I join her. Our special electro stimulation process is world renowned. I hate to inform Mr. Dalton but it can also be computer controlled. Mrs. Dalton can call in and have all the stimulation recorded for later replay at a specified time. So, she can attend social functions, work late, go to a movie, etc. and the electric impulses will shock away precisely as she intends.