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Miss Nancy smiles then begins to laugh wickedly. Her comment is an interesting observation, which psychologists and sexologists have researched for years. The fragrance that most embarrasses the female is that which most arouses the male. And it appears Miss Nancy is well aware of this basic fact of nature, as Antoinette blushes with the comment and realization that her diminished level of hygiene has announced her presence to the olfactory nerves of all.
“Secure him tightly, Antoinette. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Antoinette obediently nods and pulls the nose ring with Gerhardt following into the adjacent room.
“So, to continue..., I established a ‘therapy clinic’ near the base. Physical therapy was the ostensible function. The masturbation of young males was the real purpose, and it became quite enjoyable and rather lucrative. The most interesting challenge was to develop new and thoroughly humiliating ways to make a groveling male squirt his essence at my behest. And you’d be surprised at not only the number of ‘patients,’ but at how often they returned. I charged accordingly. But over time, one becomes jaded. So after a few years, I sold my practice to two of my most devious and wicked protégés. The price was good, I had saved and invested well, and when Dr. L------ called to tell me she was drafted to run the clinic, I knew where I could comfortably live in semi-retirement.
“So, here I am. One day per week I am at the clinic teaching and demonstrating proper, dominant, masturbation techniques and once per week open my door here to the local villagers. I assume you have conversed with some of the men in the village. There is much work that needs to be done here.”
Miss Nancy smiles and awaits my reaction.
The incidents of shopkeeper delivering the incorrect change and the reaction of the concierge to Miss Nancy’s address flash to memory. It seem my perceptions of unusual behavior are not unfounded.
My thoughts are interrupted my Antoinette’s return.
“He is completely immobile, Mademoiselle.”
Miss Nancy nods, and as Antoinette turns to leave, her right buttock receives an affectionate pat followed by a gentle pinch.
“As you can imagine, Doctor, I have come to prefer the feel of feminine flesh. For me, the male is nothing more than a beast in need of discipline and closely supervised orgasmic relief.”
I record her comments, and she patiently waits until I look up from my note pad. She seems to seek a sign or symbol of agreement, so I nod quietly. It is not my function to judge, but only to observe.
“Shall we join Antoinette. She’s going to remove Gerhardt’s belt and clean it in the dishwasher. While he’s freed, she will sponge him and remove any hair growth. I also permit some amusements.”
I follow Miss Nancy into the adjoining room. It is remarkably similar to the room in which Boy was washed and massaged by Jasmine in the New York hotel. Tiled, drained and scrubbed clean, the room resembles a large shower room.
Gerhardt lies supine on a low metal table. Its height is such that even the diminutive Antoinette must bend to reach down to him. Through each of his numerous rings, Antoinette has threaded a cord, which she wraps around a metal bar attached to the perimeter of the table, then threads through another ring then back to the bar.
The result is a continuous cord, which weaves through the dozens of rings and effectively makes Gerhardt part of the table. As noted, Gerhardt is pierced everywhere and his arms, torso, legs and ankles are tightly secured by Antoinette’s handiwork. A separate cord holds the back of Gerhardt’s hood, and Antoinette has fiendishly utilized two short chains to secure Gerhardt’s nose ring, thus making it impossible for him to turn his head.
Antoinette carefully checks the restraints. It is apparent that Gerhardt is completely helpless. Miss Nancy nods her approval and bends over Gerhardt at the waist. Her strong fingers again reach under the penis tube and slowly draw Gerhardt’s pink scrotal sac into better view. It is large and hairless, but nowhere near the size of those displayed at the clinic.
“I’ve let Gerhardt shrink. He was stretched at one time, but to keep him that way means removing the belt for long periods. Complete denial is more entertaining.”
Her left hand holds the sac up and the index and middle finger of her right move to the perineum. There, a well-practiced motion begins and Gerhardt moans with the combination of pleasure and frustration.
Antoinette removes a hose hanging on a nearby wall, turns a spigot, and patiently adjusts the ensuing flow of water until the temperature is to her liking.
Satisfied that Gerhardt’s state of arousal has risen to the maximum level of urgency, Miss Nancy steps away as Antoinette douses the motionless form then applies a soft, soapy cloth.
Over the next few minutes we observe the naked, nubile Antoinette give Gerhardt the most sensual of sponge baths, her ample breasts swinging just inches from his body and occa
sionally brushing against his chest. Despite the fragrance of the soap, Antoinette’s feminine aroma fills the room. The display of her naked form and the opportunity to control the helpless Gerhardt seems to excite her.
When Antoinette’s hands swath the warm, soft cloth between the thighs and slowly soaps Gerhardt’s plums, he stirs noticeably, and I notice his nipples become incredibly erect. Miss Nancy also notices.
“Keeping a male completely chaste causes interesting hormonal reactions. Gerhardt’s nipples have the sensitivity of a girl approaching puberty. They provide wonderful objects for the encouragement of behavior modification.”
Miss Nancy demonstrates by reaching down and gently kneading Gerhardt’s right nipple. He stirs again.
Antoinette finishes the sensual sponge bath and dries the limbs and torso. She looks to Miss Nancy who wordlessly reaches into a small pocket at the hip of her skirt, extracts a small key and hands it to Antoinette.
She in turn inserts it into a small, stainless steel lock on the front of Gerhardt’s belt. With a sharp click, the steel belt opens. Antoinette pulls it further open then reaches between the thighs. There a quick tug is followed by a ‘plopping’ sound. The rear portion of the belt has firmly held in place a good-sized butt plug, which brings a knowing smile to Miss Nancy.
“Prostate stimulation adds to the enjoyment for all, don’t you think, Doctor?”
Antoinette slides the shiny smooth belt away, freeing Gerhardt’s mammoth phallus. She disappears from the room belt in hand presumably to have the apparatus cleansed. Meanwhile, the organ twitches and slowly engorges itself.
