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“If you’re a good boy, I won’t hood you.”
James is struggling to keep his legs up for me. Attaching the spreader bar took up much of the slack in the cords and to alleviate the stress on his nipples he must work diligently to keep his knees up.
Knowing that he’s under duress, I slowly remove my uniform. Going forward, these will be rare moments for James and he seems to realize that my preference for keeping him hooded will probably be more common than allowing him to view me.
But in subjugating the male, one must provide an incentive from time to time. And besides, he’ll soon be paying for the brief pleasure.
My harness has been hanging on the corner of his cage for weeks. It is time. He’s been well stretched and there is nothing in his system other than some of the special liquid nourishment. I lubricated him after the shower, but since this is his initial introduction to the ‘man spreader’ I kindly give it a light coating of viscous oil.
I decide to let him watch the preparations. This builds the anticipation and I want him to fully comprehend this step of his transition to subordinate male.
I strap the harness around my waist and move to the bed. At first he is transfixed by my breasts but turns his attention to the long tube of rubber as I detach the female end of the man spreader. Just looking at it makes him cower and this excites me. My end is a rather hideous looking plug of rubber but is designed to gently abrade all the sensitive feminine parts when the phallic end is plunged deeply into the male joy hole.
“Give it a good lick please, James. You’ll be taking very good care of this from now on.”
Yes, James’ curiosity is piqued but he licks with trepidation. And he is right to do so. He continues to look at my breasts. He likes them and I’ll use that desire to my advantage.
I reattach the female end, briefly spread my thighs and insert the wonderfully designed plug of rubber into my vagina. Yes, it hits my ‘G’ spot perfectly and a little extension also tickles my clitoris. Years ago, after purchasing several disappointing implements, I had it specially designed and manufactured for my genitalia, a comparatively large but most satisfying investment.
The business end of the ‘man spreader’ is pushed through a sizable hole in the front of the harness. It juts out from my flat stomach some 13 inches and bobs about as I reach between my thighs and grasp two straps dangling underneath.
James is now afraid. When I run the straps back between my thighs and buckle them to the back of the waist belt, the size of the man spreader is now accentuated and stands larger than any normal male. And with the cleverly placed bumps, ruts and furrows, no male ever believes his rectum can accommodate it.
James pulls against his wrist cords in fright, however I am amused to see him carefully remain widely spread and open for me with the nipple clamps and attached cords nicely performing their function.
“Yes, James. I’m going to open you up. The phallus is specially designed to irritate so each thrust will serve two purposes. It will cause pain and when you resist or react
to it your movement will in turn cause a most enjoyable sensation on my end.”
I line up the bulbous tip of the man spreader with James’ pliant, pink sphincter. Knowing that he is stretched and lubed, I just thrust. And thus begins a glorious Sunday morning of lubricious pleasure.
James
D’s strange rubber implement hurt. The furrows abraded the sensitive skin about my rectum. The bumps pressured the prostate gland. I indeed tried to resist and as I did so D let out a noticeable sigh with every thrust, my efforts apparently adding to the arousing motion of her end of the implement.
And then my penis engorged. More than just engorged it hardened and stood straight up defying the discomfort and bringing a sardonic laugh from D. I became incredibly aroused. Was it her power or once again viewing her perfectly shaped breasts as she ploughed my aperture.
“Yes, James you’ll stand very nicely for me knowing you’re giving pleasure.”
With her next thrust she grasped my scrotum and used it for leverage. As she worked her hips forward she pulled on my testicles. I gasped with the pain and she laughed again.
“Can you take it, James? Being split wide open and sodomized by a woman?”
She taunted me and pushed until her hips rested against my thighs, my anus swallowing every inch of the huge phallus.
My manhood turned purple. A familiar goo oozed from my urethra. The huge penetrating cylinder of rubber was forcing pre-ejaculatory fluid from my under utilized gland. D watched with an amused look. She was milking me.
D
Using James like a whore produced a most sordid scene of sexual power and dominance. He lay there helplessly with his ankles in the air and his thighs well spread for me. When the conflicting sensation of humiliation over road the pain, he tumefied, an expected result from the subservient male. I pumped with my hips. The resulting friction against by little bud began a series of small but very pleasant clitoral orgasms. My end of the phallus was performing as expected.
Then after some two dozen firm and deep thrusts, I rested. Physically, my legs began to weaken with the waves of ecstasy. Mentally, my control overwhelmed.
While I paused, I squeezed and twisted James’ testicles, careful not to touch the penis. There would be no respite for my male harlot.
I began again. Letting his penis just stand. Alone. Begging for attention. Its neglect added to James’ torment. His eyes moved from my breasts to the glistening rubber shaft then back when its full length disappeared inside him.
Then I resumed my verbal taunts. How does it feel to have your backside reamed by a female, James. Your penis tells me you’re enjoying it...etc.
