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“Up.”
The well-restrained male rights himself from the waist and Lady Constance pulls to the side a mammoth, partially engorged phallus. It is banded just under the tip as with the two porters, but it is not flaccid and seems to further stiffen in her hand. A modest ring pierces the urethra at the tip in a common ‘Prince Albert’ configuration.
It is difficult to compare, but the large head would rival that of Gerhardt, the frustrated kept male of masturbatrix Nancy, who I recently visited in Germany. Nancy claimed Gerhardt to be the most well endowed male in Europe.
“They enjoy my touch as you can see. As with all my males here, they’re banded. But these two have the loosest to allow for a good degree of tumescence. It portrays pride.”
Lady Constance plays a bit more and the tethered male at first hardens more but then seems to pull away in discomfort. She laughs then guides the reddening penis up toward his stomach. There she deftly hooks the Prince Albert ring unto a piercing on the abdomen. Below the stiffened appendage is the scrotum, hairless and smooth. It is large as expected and ringed. As with the porters, elastic cords separate the testicles. I also notice that the nipples are pierced and ringed with a similar c
ircular badge, leaving the soft pink areola deliciously exposed.
“Let’s get you settled in the house.”
Lady Constance moves to the other tethered male, reaches down and appears to grasp his penis. She whispers in his ear and as the hooded, naked male rights himself at the waist, his phallus is exposed and incredibly appears to be a duplicate of that just shown to me. Lady Constance toys awhile until the organ engorges itself to a similar size.
I look back to see Jasmine checking the rigging on the heavier chariot. Her two beasts are likewise secured, blindfolded and kneeling. In her right hand is a small, very thin whip. She cracks it twice in the air and the kneeling males stir. Incredibly, it appears they have been asleep and when the porters remove their blindfolds, they both wince with the exposure to sunlight.
As their torsos rise, each porter kneels before a huge pony, lowers his head, and obediently licks the entrapped genitals. Within seconds, two more penises begin to tumefy. These are also pierced at the tip and hooked to an abdominal ring. It is interesting to note that the porters seem to be androgynous in applying their oral skills. For them, applying their tongues to sensuous pink flesh is a duty to be fulfilled without regard to gender.
Jasmine barks a command. The porters climb into the chariot and their heads disappear as they kneel in wait for Jasmine. She moves to the front, briefly checks the reddened shafts with thumb and forefinger and apparently satisfied with the level of tumescence, joins the two porters in the body of the chariot.
Meanwhile, Lady Constance removes the blindfolds of our team and joins me in our chariot.
“Stand.”
When the two beasts arise, I am in awe. They are the exact same height, which I approximate at some six and one half feet. In a last, but seemingly important check, Lady Constance leans forward and grasps cords, which are freely dangling between the legs of each giant. As she pulls back, the huge scrotums of the two come into better view. The sacs are riveted at the bottom just as with the porters but these attached cords are not elastic and are somewhat longer. Lady Constance threads the end of each cord to eyelets on the front of the chariot. Our ‘horses’ are now tethered to the chariot by, among other restraints, their gonads.
A convenient whip in a cylindrical holder awaits Lady Constance’s hand. She removes it and deftly flicks it right then left.
“Gidup!”
The chariot instantly rolls. Her snaps of the thin whip are fast but judging from the spasmodic reaction of both ponies, the strokes expertly nip the right nipple of the right beast and the left nipple of the left. Their steps begin in perfect unison. It is obvious that much training has ingrained into the naked, well-bound human ponies an instinctive ability to time each other’s movements. I ponder how many months of laboring under the hot sun it required before the two mindlessly began to react to the whip with such precision.
We roll to the end of the dock and onto a dirt path. With more snaps to the nipples, our speed increases and our human ponies are leaning forward into their harnesses and digging their feet into the compact soil.
Apparently not satisfied, two more strokes, right and left, are applied to the front midsection.
“When I excoriate the penis, they know I mean business, Doctor. I just arrived two days ago. The team needs to be worked. They’re well exercised when I’m not here, but without the whip they naturally become mentally lazy. There is no better way to cause the mind to focus then to apply a nasty strand of leather to sensitive skin. Wouldn’t you agree?”
I nod silently, my attention diverted by the sight of muscular buttocks straining to reach Lady Constance’s desired level of performance. And with the two scrotal sacs pulled back into plain view and vulnerable to casual flicks of a dominant female’s whip, it is a most lascivious display of subjugated male flesh.
I look back to see that Jasmine is wielding her whip in a similar manner. Her ponies appear shorter in stature. Thus the sweat and saliva fly with their exaggerated efforts as Jasmine is determined to keep up with our chariot. And where Lady Constance is judicious with her use of the correcting instrument, Jasmine is methodically whipping her team..., nipples, penises, and with the two scrotums well secured, they also become targets of chastisement.
When I look back at Jasmine’s face, I see that although she is applying the whip in earnest, she is also smiling wickedly. The orally gifted porters are kneeling somewhere in her chariot. Could it be that a pair of dexterous tongues are serving to spur her sexual appetite and thus her whip hand?
After minutes of observing the two women adroitly handling the huge human ponies, I turn my attention to the island and its magnificent scenery. Our path is carved into coral and surfaced with a firm but soft soil. It is apparent that naked human feet are comfortable walking and running on such a surface and I picture the workers of the late Baron cutting swaths through the tropical vegetation and carefully laying down a carpet of the imported soil. In certain areas the pathway appears to be like a cave with beautiful lush vines forming a curved ceiling of red, yellow and blue flowers.
I glance to my side and watch Lady Constance stand, reins in one hand, whip in the other. She projects a notable air of self-confidence, guiding the chariot through curves and skillfully pulling the reins at various intersections of pathways to direct the chariot to our destination. I notice her nipples have hardened into firm pencil points. Is it the cooling air rushing over her well-formed breasts? Or the feeling of power...control...authority, which causes such an erotic reaction. I believe she could direct the chariot off the side of a cliff and the two huge but subservient human ponies would be obediently reacting to her tugs and strokes right up to the time the earth could no longer be felt beneath their feet.
Our ponies become well lathered. The sun reflects from their perspiring skin. Their breathing can be heard as air is sucked past the cruel bits. When we reach an incline, Lady Constance begins stroking the exposed scrotums to build speed. The reaction is instantaneous, as one would expect. But again, the pace increases in perfect unison, with the cadence remaining unbroken.
“I think you’ll enjoy your stay here, Doctor. I know your function is to observe. But please do not hesitate to engage in any proclivities. The staff is very accommodating. And I have certainly paid enough for the training of these boys that no guest should go without proper oral service at the very least.”
It is interesting to think that Lady Constance’s concept of basic hospitality includes such salacious escapades as unfettered oral gratification. As odd as it seems, however, I remind myself that I am in a foreign country ruled by one of the most dominant women in the world and whose power is absolute. As cruel as the treatment of the naked young males appears, one must remember that using principles of democracy as a basis for comparison is not relevant. The only forum which protects the rights and the naked flesh of the island’s subjects stands beside me, her corrective instrument callously flicking away at the most sensitive areas of the male anatomy. The omnipotent ruler deciding the fate of all is this amazingly beautiful woman wielding a whip and being conveyed about by two naked males, who are forced into an inconceivable level of docility by thorough mental and physical dominance. Whose genitals are restrained and displayed like trophies for both viewing pleasure and chastisement.
The chariot is moving at an impressive speed. We have reached a level stretch of road and Lady Constance puts her team to the test. The thin short whip begins to consistently work the scrotal flesh and an occasional lurch can be felt when the razor thin tip of the devilish instrument finds its mark and the human pony reacts. I look back to see Jasmine’s chariot slipping further back despite her determination and frequent strokes. It is interesting to note that the firm whip hand applies an occasional intermittent stroke to the penis. Apparently, making it impossible for the burdened beasts to anticipate where the next fiery burst of pain will originate is an important element of control, keeping the pony alert and ready to react by causing his will to be completely subordinate
d to the knowing hands of his mistress. There is no opportunity for the pony to think. Thought is replaced by tugs on the reins and snaps of the whip and the response to such is instantaneous. The wicked smile of Lady Constance evidences her self-satisfaction with her complete level of control.
