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Jasmine’s fingers quickly remove the genital clamp. As she opens the hinged boards, I notice that layers of soft foam have mercifully been glued to the inner surface of the boards. At first, the modification appears to be an uncharacteristic concession toward moderation. But after further contemplation, I realize that the addition of the foam merely allows the clamp to be tightened and worn for extremely long periods, providing constant pain and discomfort without causing permanent damage.
With the removal of the evil device, Boy crawls toward his Mistress’s voice. The contact lenses limiting his vision are still worn, and from my position at the desk I am afforded an unimpeded view of the naked buttocks and scrotal sac, swinging with each movement of Boy’s thighs. Occasional changes in position also reveal the sizable, flaccid penis, with the various attached ornaments glinting in the room’s bright lights. Jasmine exits to an adjoining room wearing a smile of self-satisfaction. The rustling sound of her starched, white uniform causes Boy to freeze in fear. Lady Constance snaps her fingers with the additional command of “come!” and Boy resumes his awkward crawl to Lady Constance’s chair.
Boy is hairless from the neck down. Years of depilation and electrolysis destroyed most of his hair follicles. Jasmine’s morning inspection insures that those few strands that had escaped electrolysis are quickly removed. His appearance is oddly feminine. Whereas Jasmine’s forced exercise routines have kept Boy in excellent physical condition, the closely monitored sculpting of his body gives him the appearance of a lithe, female athlete rather than male. The carefully administered hormones have successfully imbued Boy with a body of firm but modest muscles covered with soft layers of effeminate flesh. Boy’s finger and toenails are painted with a thick layer of bright red, acrylic paint. His lengthy hair is trimmed at the jaw line in a “page boy” style, emulating that of a Dickensian choirboy. There is mascara around his eyes which I later learned is actually permanent tattooing. Overall, but for the sizeable scrotal sac and oddly bejeweled phallus, Boy’s appearance is very feminine. He is the same age as Lady Constance but appears to be no older than a teenager.
Upon reaching Lady Constance, Boy lowers his head and an enormous, pink tongue begins licking her boots. His Mistress smiles and affectionately pats the top of his head. The warmth and comfort that Boy’s servility brings is quite evident as the hand of Lady Constance gently slides from the top of Boy’s head, down one side of his neck to his chest. The knowing fingers find his right nipple and casually pinch and toy. A soft laugh evidences Lady Constance’s enjoyment as the infibulated penis stirs.
“The hormones have provided Boy with a heightened level of sensitivity. He has the epidermis of a young girl, and the nipples are particularly reactive to the touch. The years of forced chastity have also made his pleasure center incredibly responsive to my presence. Without the infibulating piercing, I could bring him to full erection and ejaculation by merely massaging his skin and kneading his perky, effeminate nipples. He is completely subordinate to my will.”
Lady Constance resumes her chronology.
“Well, we stayed and watched as the Director called out to the large African woman who was just finishing with the boy on the treadmill. It was then that we were introduced to Jasmine and Mother was quite impressed with her skills and ability to handle boys even when they were not restrained. I’m sure she will share her background with you when you interview her.
“Jasmine removed Boy from the cage, and we observed his inspection. Mother was impressed with both Boy and Jasmine. I intently watched Boy’s initial humiliation at Jasmine’s hands, while Mother negotiated a financial arrangement for Boy’s procurement.
“And then Mother and the Director discussed Boy’s training and development. ‘And I want his oral skills honed,’ I remember Mother emphasizing. ‘An infibulated male must have some usefulness.’ The Director nodded.
“He’ll be ready for a weekend visit in three months. I like the concept, and if it works we’ll be offering it to others’.
“Well, Doctor, I had not been listening to most of the discussion but that concluding statement got my attention. Boy would be visiting us! My own helpless naked male to play with!”
Lady Constance separates her thighs, as Boy works his prodigious tongue up her knee high boots. In a graceful and practiced motion, she lifts her left leg. Her pleated skirt easily yields, as her thigh drapes over the large arm of the stuffed chair, better opening herself to Boy’s oral service. Spurred by her change of position, Boy’s laps become longer and more animated as he approaches the top of her right boot. Lady Constance smiles.
“Such a good boy!
“Three months later, Mother sent the chauffeur to the clinic to pick up Boy and Jasmine. From that point onward, Boy and Jasmine spent weekends at our house for the remainder of my teen years. Can you imagine Doctor, being trained in the day to day control and domination of the male by Mother and Jasmine? I learned eagerly and quickly and had a close hand view of the results of the clinic’s behavior modification process. Mother mandated that Boy have accomplished oral skills and that his genitals be much more presentable for the female viewing pleasure. The changes could be detected weekly. He slowly approached complete submission to the female gender and underwent physical changes, which any dominant woman would enjoy. You can judge the results for yourself.
“But imagine having a completely subservient male available when a girl’s monthly curse manifests itself, and available for those unpleasant duties in the bathroom. Yes, my teen years were heavenly. Having my own play toy gave me self-confidence. My girl friends envied me. In summer days, we moved to the country house where in the seclusion of the well protected estate, Boy became the object much outdoor amusement.”
Lady Constance paused and lifted the front of her pleated skirt. A well trained Boy edged forward. His face nuzzled between Lady Constance’s thighs. With a smile, Lady Const
ance released the skirt to cover the top of Boy’s head.
“So eager to please.”
Occasional sounds of a wet tongue caressing moist flesh broke the brief silence, as Lady Constance gently patted Boy’s and encouraged closer proximity.
“The process of his complete subjugation was slow, steady and thorough. I remember the first time Jasmine masturbated him for me. I was excited. But I was also a little apprehensive. Mother told me that my participation was mandatory. So I put aside my reservations and adorned the clothing suggested by the clinic guidelines, a very brief halter-top with a very short pleated skirt, like a tennis outfit, but with no undergarments.
“It was a Saturday morning and Boy had spent the evening in extreme bondage. Hogtied on the special table with ankles drawn up behind him and attached to his neck collar. Jasmine is very strict, as you have seen, for when she utilizes such a restraining position, she also slips wooden dowels behind his knees. They are secured to ropes to keep the thighs widely separated and also serve to painfully stretch the ligaments in the knees. When in such bondage, Jasmine also binds the scrotum and stretches it downward and clamps the tongue to stretch it outward. Boy’s hands remain cuffed behind him, and a bar is placed under arms at the elbow. When all the restraints are secured with cords properly tightened, he is completely immobile with pressure on his tongue, scrotum, knees, legs, arms and back. It’s delicious to view. Very long and slow torment, which of course is the objective, and to which Jasmine aspires wonderfully.
“Jasmine casually sits nearby, occasional tightening the restraints as deemed necessary and dabbing away the steady flow of tears. And Boy cries and whines. Speech is impossible with the tongue clamped and stretched and is forbidden in any case.
“Well, Doctor, the hours take their toll. Jasmine is relentless. Her extensive training provides for the maximum prolongation of the torment, knowing just when to temporarily release a limb or appendage that is becoming numb, providing the modicum of water needed to prevent dehydration, holding the receptacle for his excretions and monitoring his flow, offering the soft words of encouragement so necessary to complete the mental subjugation.
“‘Lady Constance will have you released soon. But you must show your gratitude...,’ or words to that effect.
“And then I enter at the appointed hour, expressing words of sympathy, examining my toy very closely, smoothing my hands over the well restrained arms and legs but waiting as suggested by the clinic’s guidelines for any offer of relief. Boy’s contact lenses are still in place mind you. But he can individualize my voice, and when I move to stoop near his head I make sure that the short front of my skirt flaps about enough to provide a good whiff of my feminine scent.
“Then I dry away some tears and pat his head.
“Good boys get a special reward.”
“He knows the signal, and I turn to Jasmine.
“Has Boy been good?
“Where upon Jasmine reports his conduct and the number of hours spent in the excruciating bondage, which I may add Doctor, over the months the time spent built to quite an impressive period.
