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“I then instruct Jasmine to release him. It’s crucial that he know all relief is at my whim and jest. That a young girl his own age is in control of his body and over time also his mind, of course.
“The subtlety of who gives the command is important. Over the months he learns that I am the sole source of relief from the torment..., and source of any pleasure, what little he receives.”
Lady Constance pauses. Her attention moves to Boy, as the fingers of her right hand gently toy with his left nipple. The sensitive, pink areola hardens and turns to a pencil point. Boy’s penis twitches and stirs. From my viewpoint, the head, which had been dangling loosely between the thighs, begins to become engorged as the shaft firms itself.
“Careful, Boy. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
Lady Constance coos in her soft, feminine voice. Her wicked smile reveals that her concern is feigned.
“We’ve replaced his infibulating bar with a very thin but strong wire. Jasmine has the penis head very firmly tucked away under the frenulum. He can just about urinate through the opening she allows. And any tumescence produces pain when the sensitive tip abrades the wire. But sometimes he just can’t control himself. He likes his Mistress so much, he wants to show off. Like a proud Peacock.
“Would you like to show off for the Doctor? Yes, I think you would.”
Lady Constance calls for Jasmine. The powerful black woman enters. She has donned latex gloves and holds in her hands some rubber paraphernalia, which includes tubing. Lady Constance smiles.
“You are a mind reader, Jasmine. Let’s show the good Doctor a very firm stand.”
Boy continues his oral ministrations but obsequiously spreads his knees even further. The amazing scrotal sac almost touches the carpet. Jasmine firmly but gently grips his testicles in a well-practiced move. She uses the sac for control as she inserts an inflatable plug into Boy’s anus. It is evident that Boy has been well lubricated, and that his backside has been well stretched as the sizeable plug is swallowed quickly. When finished, the rubber tubing connected to the plug emanates from his sphincter and attaches to a squeeze bulb. Lady Constance explains.
“With a little pressure on the prostate, Boy will stand for hours.
“Enough. Display position, Boy. Stand for the Doctor.”
The “stand” command refers to Boy’s penis. Boy slides back from the chair remaining on his knees. He rights himself at the waist. Jasmine slips the squeeze bulb between his legs so that the tubing passes to his front and hands it to Lady Constance. Boy then slowly leans back further and further until the back of his head rests on the soft hotel carpet. In this contortionist position, his legs, bent at the knees, are trapped under him as are his hands and arms. It is a most awkward position but assumed so naturally that the observer quickly concludes that years of training have ingrained its assumption upon the “stand” command.
“You like his trinkets, Doctor? Many years of collecting little gifts from friends.”
Here, I will pause to explain. Boy’s penis is adorned with dozens of gold baubles resembling gewgaws worn on a charm bracelet. Each one is attached to a small ring, which pierces the skin of Boy’s penis. Over the years, after friends learned of Lady Constance’s enjoyment of such trinkets, gifts were made with the understanding that the donor could watch while Jasmine attached the offering to Boy’s appendage, sans anesthetic, of course.
As a result, Lady Constance’s wicked acquaintances always returned from trips and vacations with a small remembrance of the journey, which would forever be commemorated on Boy’s phallus. With the numerous friends and trips, Boy’s penis, when flaccid, is completely covered with the small offerings, except for the head, which is entrapped by the infibulating wire tightly squeezing the frenulum. Jasmine’s handiwork becomes quite evident in Boy’s position of subservience. The long, flaccid penis glints in the bright, hotel room lights. Small replicas of such mundane items as the Eiffel Tower, numerous classic automobiles, the Statue of Liberty, etc. can be discerned along with cleverly miniaturized bondage and torture devices. As Boy’s penis slowly engorges itself, the tintinnabulation of the stirring trinkets amuses Lady Constance. It seems the mere assumption of the awkward position and the command to “stand” is enough to begin the process of tumescence, and a smile of self-satisfaction steadily grows as she gives the rubber bulb a brisk squeeze.
“Now. Where were we..., ah yes, my first supervision of Boy’s masturbation.
“Jasmine is quite adept with bondage as you have seen. Within a minute, Boy was freed and you can only guess where he chose to manifest his freedom. Teenage boys undergoing hormone treatment are delightful to observe. With his randiness, he could not stop himself from craning his neck forward. His nose exploring my feminine scent, and his tongue offering, in exaggerated gratitude, oral service between my thighs.
“What a feeling of power! I let him explore knowing that my scent would bring arousal. And with arousal the pain of the infibulating bar would soon have him groveling.
“Jasmine stood nearby. I remember stifling a sigh when his tongue found my young mound. Already wet from the heady feeling of power. He licked so tenderly, the clinic having trained him extensively, and it was difficult for me to retain my composure.
“But Boy was busy trying to maintain composure himself. He began to moan with the torment of his infibulation. I looked to Jasmine who nodded back, signaling the next step.
“Would you like to ejaculate for me, Boy?
“I spoke the words in as stentorian a voice as I could muster at that age. Boy whimpered, his tongue increasing its gentle and practiced endeavors.
“Jasmine drew up a small stool and sat behind Boy. A clear, glass, specimen dish was placed between his knees then her experienced fingers quickly removed the infibulating bar. I stood arms akimbo enjoying the ultimate submission of a young male.
“After a moment, Jasmine gruffly pulled back on Boy’s neck collar. He remained on his knees no longer bent at the waist. His chin was covered with my essence and although I had experienced several small orgasms, my genitalia ached for more attention. Which in time would come.
“Boy’s penis was enormous. It’s purple head, freed of the entrapping frenulum, pointed straight up. It drooled of pre-ejaculatory fluid. Boy’s young age and hormone treatments had his testicles and prostate gland in full production.
“Jasmine began her practiced routine. The fingers of a gloved, left hand toyed with Boy’s anus. Her right hand palmed and kneaded the pink eggs swinging between the thighs. Her touch caused the mammoth erection to twitch, which in turn brought a knowing smile to Jasmine’s earnest look.
“‘You’d like to come for your Mistress, wouldn’t you, Boy? Naked. Restrained. While on your knees and before your superior. What a nice tribute to offer her.’
“Jasmine offered these words in a smooth and dominant tone. As Boy nodded, her right hand grasped the stiff penis and slowly bent it downward. Boy grunted but remained in his position as Jasmine incredibly angled the amazing appendage down t
o the floor. She held it there, while her left hand continued its penetration of Boy’s sphincter. Within a minute, the flow of drool increased.
