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As I reactively turn my head, futilely attempting to gaze at her marvelous physique, I feel her powerful arms entwine under mine, then her hands press against the back of my head. She has me in a full nelson wrestling hold. I cannot turn my head and as I am sodomized, she will demonstrate her superior strength, forcefully levering for full penetration.
I feel the dildo slowly withdraw. There is a pause followed by a delicate thrust. I am surprised by the sensuousness, using her power so gently. I am truly being fornicated by a woman. And I cannot help telling myself that Miss Denise will have the entire ordeal filmed and archived. The thought causes my skin to turn incarnadine with the ignominy.
Another withdrawal... there follows another thrust. Is that laughter I hear through my headphones? I squirm and feel Mae Lee shudder in ecstasy. My motion brings her delight. She is extracting pleasure, using me.
“She’s just warming up, Bobby. Relax, she’ll take care of you. She’s quite experienced. She’ll train you to move for her enjoyment. I have a covey of castrates she services. Lots of prostatic manipulation.”
Miss Denise cackles.
“Never been fucked before by a woman, Bobby?”
The rhythm quickens. More power is applied as Mae Lee’s arms press. She pushes down on my head. I instinctively part my thighs and squeeze my buttocks. I hear a squeal of delectation and another shudder as Mae Lee arduously presses then withdraws...presses then withdraws. Thrust after thrust. On and on. Her breathing accelerates. Her body heats. I feel moisture as the perspiration of her flesh mingles with mine. Finally, a series of shudders follows. Mae Lee is climaxing, using me like a pile of warm flesh.
She rests, pressing lightly to maintain the position of the dildo well inside me.
I feel used like a cheap whore. The frustration mounts as I must listen to Miss Denise laughing through the headphones.
“You desire to feel controlled, Bobby. It’s your need. Keep that in mind as Mae Lee uses you. Fucked by a woman, Bobby. The ultimate in humiliation for the male”
Mae Lee withdraws her arms, releasing me from the wrestling hold. She leans back for a respite. My wet back chills in the absence of her warmth. Then she reaches around my hips. Her left hand gathers my testicles. Her right grips my turgid manhood, most erect from the manipulation of my prostate. She strokes. She twists. She kneads my balls. She gently thrusts her hips. My senses are overwhelmed. Mae Lee knows the male anatomy. Her touch is divine. She is delicate. The potent woman who has bound me with firmness, caned without mercy, had me crawl at the end of a stick, can be most sensuous.
“Mae Lee can be quite accomplished in handling the male appendage, Bobby. Recognize the touch? Your stepsister Sue was most graphic in describing how you used to masturbate for her,” Miss Denise’s voice chides, as if addressing naughty boy. “I know the whole story now. Sue watched you quite closely.”
Yes, she did. And the visions return of all the after school dalliances. So many times, Sue observed my handiwork with rapt fascination. And her findings have obviously been conferred to Mae Lee. The controlling woman is able to precisely replicate how, when able, I enjoyed bringing myself to orgasm. And with the penetrating dildo, I am reminded of the times when Sue directed me to masturbate while impaling my rectum with my own fingers.
Mae Lee’s rhythm increases... faster...faster... faster. She both strokes my penis and thrusts her hips. The sensation overwhelms.
The voice on the headphones becomes sultry.
“Want to come for me, Bobby? Give up your last vestige of male pride? We’ve taken everything else. Now I want you to ejaculate. Give it to me! I want it! Come for your superior!”
The sensory input overpowers. Mae Lee’s controlling touch is exquisite. I hear a click over the headphones.
“Hello Bobby,”
It is the voice of Sue! And after a pause she continues.
“Ready to perform for me?.. Want me to count? Yes you do. Be a good boy now... one... two...three.”
There follows the sound of the smack... a recording of Sue’s open palms vigorously slapping together? Or as always, is she observing?
I erupt as Mae Lee simultaneously twists, strokes and thrusts.
On cue, for the first time in over three years, I ejaculate at the behest of Sue’s voice and Miss Denise’s inducement. I spurt and spurt and spurt. Mae Lee milks me...rhythmically ...expertly...I am drained of my essence. Mae Lee takes it all. I swoon.
Was Sue watching? Was her voice recorded? Will she see the video tape?
I will never know.
Epilogue
“It is nice of you to finally join us, Mr. Dawson although, I should be calling you ‘Sue’s Plaything’.”
A soothing hand smoothes over the keloided letters of my new sobriquet, recommended by Miss Denise and aptly branded into the flesh of my left hip. At the plantation, every pony is applied a new name. Upon arrival, one’s given name disappears as does clothing and all other worldly possessions. Along with one’s new identity, Empress Suhan provides all that is required to exist.
Her touch is kind, knowing, having spent a lifetime tending to human pony girls. It soothes, and I can understand how the apprehension of a newly arrived pony girl would be assuaged. But it is also an exacting hand, trained to extract performance, to bring out the best in physical human endeavor.
I hang most docilely, arms held behind my back in a single glove. Uncomfortable and awkward, I have been assured I will become accustomed to it. After many months of Miss Denise’s four point restraint, comfort is of little concern.
