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“I have since learned that the male cannot ejaculate when the penis is held at such an angle. He can beg, squirm, gyrate, grovel..., but he cannot come.
“Well, Doctor, the flow of pre-ejaculatory fluid was impressive. Jasmine knows the male anatomy and with her trained fingers manipulating the prostate gland, it was like watching a cow’s udder giving milk. After several frustrating and humiliating minutes, Jasmine released Boy’s erection and pushed his face toward me. My thighs eagerly awaited his renewed efforts, and my scent spurred him to a most amazing explosion of sperm into the waiting specimen dish. Jasmine smiled and let his freed penis spurt. The motions of her left hand seemed to be timed to Boy’s eruptions. Later I realized it was the opposite. Jasmine’s well-trained fingers were actually milking Boy of his essence. His untouched, erect penis was reacting to her deft manipulation with glob after glob of semen. The dish was soon filled without a single stroke of the penis by Jasmine! She controlled his ejaculation from start to finish, and when he finally began to become flaccid, she twisted her left hand within Boy’s backside apparently greatly increasing the pressure, squeezed his penis between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, then drew them down the length of the shaft, ridding his urethra of the last drop of drool. It was like squeezing the final dollop of toothpaste from the tube.
“I remember laughing. Jasmine was a delight to watch, and she played Boy like a musical instrument. There was nothing she could not extract from Boy, whether it be pain, pleasure, or a demonstration of emotion. Through her talents I was empowered with total control.
“Over time, Boy learned that complete subservience and loyal oral service earned him a very gratifying draining of his fluids.”
As Lady Constance completes her narrative, Boy’s manhood grows. The shaft is engorged and the entrapped head comically appears to become smaller by comparison. Boy grimaces with the pain, the thin wire obviously abrading the sensitive, hidden head. Lady Constance merely gives the rubber bulb another squeeze, pressuring the prostate gland and encouraging more tumescence. Jasmine stands nearby smiling with Boy’s discomfort.
“I like to let him squirm a bit, Doctor. When the wire is removed, he’ll put on quite a stand for you. The inflatable plug will keep him amazingly stiff. ”
We all watch in silence for a few minutes. Lady Constance and Jasmine are amused. I am awed by the demonstration of control but use the pause to reflect and catch up on my notes.
Finally, when the mounting pain no longer allows Boy to remain in his position of subservience, Lady Constance nods and Jasmine steps to his side. The ends of the thin wire, inserted through the two piercings in the underside of his frenulum, are merely twisted together, somewhat like a bag tie. Jasmine untwists the wire, straightens it and pulls it out to the side. Incredibly, the purple head of one of the largest penises I have seen thrusts forth from its fleshy fold. Jasmine returns to the side of the room and within seconds Boy’s phallus stands straight up. The wet, purple head seems to be mounted on a pedestal of shiny, gold jewelry. It is massive compared to Boy’s svelte torso. The juxtaposition of the fleshy, bulbous head perched atop the long, metal sheathed shaft, standing some nine inches above Boy’s stomach, gives the appearance that Boy’s most prized possession is detached from his body. That it actually belongs elsewhere. And when Lady Constance gives the bulb another squeeze and the erection quivers in response, the viewer is indeed imparted with the impression that this most precious part of the male anatomy belongs to Lady Constance, and Boy is merely entrusted with the obligation of carrying it about for her.
“Goodness, Jasmine. He’s dripping like a leaky faucet. When was he last milked?”
Pre-ejaculatory fluid is indeed oozing steadily. The flow makes the purple head glisten then disappears as it streams under the collection of trinkets.
“It’s been nearly two months, Lady Constance. I’ve scheduled a milking for Friday.”
Lady Constance reads my mind.
“Why not observe, Doctor? You can interview Jasmine while she works him.”
The time is set. Friday morning, I will return to observe Boy’s morning inspection, his milking and interview the puissant Jasmine.
The interview concludes with Lady Constance promising to continue her chronology at another time. As I pack away my notes, Lady Constance hands the rubber bulb to Jasmine.
“Why not take him down to the chamber maid’s lounge, Jasmine. They seem to enjoy Boy’s company. And some of the new girls may not have met him as of yet. Keep him nice and hard. Use the freight elevator.”
Lady Constance arises from her chair, signaling the end of our chat.
“The help here are very good to us. I try to entertain and amuse. I also enjoy learning of the girls’ reaction. Some of them have definite dominant tendencies...”
Jasmine is slipping Boy’s testicles into the genital clamp, as I exit to the hall. I try to visualize the reception he will be given by the collection of young, female, hotel employees. “The hotel must be a fascinating place to work”, I think to myself, as the sound of a soft bell and a flash of light announce the arrival of the private elevator.
Chapter Two
Interview with Jasmine
January 7, 1998
I sit in the room adjoining the one in which I interviewed Lady Constance. Courteously, a small table has been set up, Lady Constance evidently noticing my disposition for feverishly taking notes.
The room reminds me of a large, communal shower. The walls are tiled. The floor appears firm but is coated with a rubber like surface. My shoes make a slight impression with each step. There are no windows and sound echoes due the hard and smooth surfaces. Several drains complete my mental comparison to a shower room, as do various plumbing fixtures and hoses adorning a far wall.
I feel rather odd sitting and organizing my notes, while Jasmine changes into her morning “uniform”, for Boy obsequiously hangs nearby. Unbeknownst to me, when not serving Lady Constance Boy spends the night suspended on a special frame, designed to display his nakedness and highlight his complete submission. It is one of the more diabolical of touches which Lady Constance has imputed into the care and training of Boy, for I have not seen anything quite like it in the D/s community.
The frame is of specially welded, high quality, stainless steel piping. Foam padding covers the areas that bear Boy’s weight and thus makes the exceptionally long-term bondage tolerable.
The main portion of the frame is a vertical pipe some three to four feet long. The top has a sturdy eyehook welded to it, which is firmly attached to the suspension cable hanging from the ceiling. This vertical pipe runs from the top of Boy’s head to his buttocks. A padded crosspiece is attached at the level of Boy’s shoulder blades. Boy’s upper arms are pulled back as always and as they drape over the padding the inside portion appears to bear much of his weight. At the bottom of the main pipe two shiny, flat lengths of steel are attached by way of a hinges. These surfaces form a “V” and support Boy’s thighs, forcing them apart. The hinges allow the surfaces to be widened, and I envision Jasmine placing Boy in the most uncomfortable of positions with thighs widely split. Boy’s legs are bent back at the knee. Cuffs secure his feet well back and the ankles are tightly bound to eyehooks at the bottom of the vertical pipe. The back of Boy’s neck collar is attached to the pipe near the top. This final detail making Boy completely immobile except, comically, his lengthy scrotum with the spangled penis limply resting on top, swings about and jiggles with the slightest of Boy’s attempted movements.
Overall, the devilish frame places Boy in the most vulnerable of positions. His effeminate nipples are thrust forward and his thighs are well separated. His reproductive organs curiously invite the scrutiny of the most indifferent of observers for the frame is hung placing the genitals at eye level. With his complete state of submission, demented thoughts an
d fantasies creep into even the most virtuous of minds, since it is impossible to ignore his prodigious organs.
It is difficult to visualize how Boy sleeps situated on the frame. But then I realize, in keeping with Lady Constance’s policy, the extreme bondage makes him very eager to please his Mistress when he’s released. And invitations, if and when extended, to share Lady Constance’s bed rather than hang helplessly on the frame, must be met with the most enthusiastic of responses and result in energetic service.
