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  “‘A little milking today, Nona?’

  “‘He’s not scheduled for it, Ma’am. The shipping instructions call for three months of complete chastity,’ the Asian woman replied in an even, professional tone with no discernible accent.

  “‘Well, perhaps just a bead of fluid to demonstrate to our guests.’”

  “As the Director made her suggestion, Nona pulled up the flaccid phallus. I guess my reaction of surprise was quite noticeable for not only was the incredible length more prominently displayed, but the underside of the foreskin was pierced by a sturdy gold bar with small globes of gold attached to the ends to hold it firmly in place.

  “‘All the trainees are infibulated in the first month here,’ the Director explained, ‘a precaution against masturbation and fellatio. You’d be surprised how resourceful they become in seeking sexual gratification while locked in their cages.’”

  “Nona twisted off one of the globes and slid out the bar. The head of his penis was now free of the entrapping frenulum, and it slowly began to engorge itself. It was a seminal event for me. It was my first glimpse of an erection. I often wonder how my experience compares with that of other girls.”

  Her narration lingers and I pick up on her musing. I ask if the sordid display of the erect penis frightened her.

  “Frightened? I never felt such a strong urge to take control.”

  Her reply is punctuated with laughter.

  “Such a display of power. The helpless, bound male kneeling in the most subservient of positions before four members of the fairer sex. His precious organ fully exposed to the gaze of all. Slowly rising to full blossom.

  “I remember wondering when it would stop, never before having seen an erection. And I was impressed with the Asian woman’s controlling manipulation; very subtle touching. A brush of one nipple..., then the other. She also palmed his massive scrotum and gave it a gentle squeeze, the whole time softly speaking words of encouragement while the penis slowly but steadily rose. It was interesting to observe that after removing the bar she never actually touched the penis.

  “I was spellbound. The subjugated, young male was reacting so obediently to her words and to her touch and seemed eager to please her. He stared at the woman with a look that I can only describe as part fear and part devotion. Like a puppy in training, hoping to please but concerned about committing an unintended transgression leading to punishment. It was evident his eyes could not focus with the special contact lenses. He could locate Nona’s silhouette, but it was as if he didn’t know we were standing nearby.

  “Well, Doctor. I was enthralled. I remember thinking, ‘I’m going to have one of these for myself.’”

  Lady Constance pauses for another sip of water. A knock on the door briefly interrupts her story. It is Jasmine, the tall, African woman who trains and cares for Boy. They exchange words while my pen captures more of the interview on my pad.

  “Bring him in flaccid, Jasmine. I’ll call for you if I want him to stand.”

  Jasmine turns to leave and nods to me with her pleasant smile. She is wearing her crisply starched, white uniform and walks to the door with the gait and authority of a well-trained soldier. The movement of her arms and legs evidences her exceptional strength and conditioning. I look forward to meeting with her and learning her story. We had briefly met before, and since I am scheduled to interview her later in the week, she is aware of my endeavors.

  “The morning cleaning, inspection and exercise has concluded. He’ll be joining us shortly.

  “So to conclude the demonstration, the penis of number 23 was brought to full erection, and he remained absolutely motionless while I gaped at this huge pink and purple phallus pointing straight to the ceiling. Mother and the Director talked while I stood in awe. After a few minutes, Nona slipped her right hand under the mass of scrotal flesh and inserted two lubricated fingers into the boy’s rectum. With some dexterous motions of her digits the lad moaned and a clear fluid began to flow from the penis.

  “Nona can completely drain him if desired. But the lesbian couple want him quite randy and ready for show.’

  “The fingers were withdrawn and Nona stepped away. The Director and Mother continued to converse as Nona returned with a leash.

  “We like walking the boys while fully erect. It’s good training and helps them establish self-control. Nona will keep him erect for about an hour as she leads him about and displays him to the other specialists. The girls enjoy watching an erect male under strict supervision and of course number 23 is happy to be free of the infibulation bar.’

  “Nona snapped the leash onto the boy’s collar. ‘Up’, she said, in a pleasant but commanding tone, and the boy bent forward at the waist, pulled up to a kneeling position then stood. It was then that the ball sac jiggled like gelatin, unraveled and swung down between his thighs. I was once again in awe. The boy’s large eggs hung in the pink scrotal sac just short of his knees. Even Mother was amazed.

  “Yes, 23 has been stretched. His new owners were quite specific; a rather simple process. Just takes time and constant attention’.

  “Nona led the trainee away with his erection pointing straight up and his testicles swinging with each step. I could picture his lesbian owners being quite amused; a curious addition to the household. ‘Some people keep exotic animals,’ I thought to myself.

  “I turned my attention back to the Director and Mother.

  “‘We do have a recent addition. Completely untrained..., still in the box so to speak’.

  “The Director led us to the cages and there in the bottom left was this timid, naked teenager. He was collared and cuffed just as the others. Since the cage was so short from front to back, he laid in sort of a fetal position, knees pulled up toward his stomach, and a small chain attached to the wire mesh ran to his mouth.

  “‘Just arrived. As you can see his tongue has been clamped to enforce our rule of silence, but otherwise we haven’t scheduled him for training yet so he won’t be ready for a long while. According to his file, he’s the same age as Constance.’

  “Both Mother and I stooped to peer at the naked, male form. My heart leaped. He was so cute! I felt like I was in a pet store looking at puppies. I really wanted to take him home and keep him, even though I hadn’t a clue as to what to do with him.

  “Well, Mother must have liked him too, for she began asking questions concerning the lad’s background, health and of course penis length, all of which the Director answered adroitly until she finally made a suggestion.

  “‘Why not stay for his cleaning and inspection? It only takes 30 minutes or so. After that, he’s scheduled to be depilated for the remainder of the day.’

  “Well, I looked up at Mother with such a pleading look. She just couldn’t ignore me. And deep down I think she wanted to watch also. And so we stayed and I got to know Boy very well. The inspections at the clinic are very thorough and I have continued the procedure to this day.”

  Another knock and the door to the room opens. In steps Boy, naked as always, followed by Jasmine. His entrance is slowed by tiny steps, and I look down to spot a very short chain connecting two ankle cuffs. His flaccid penis swings with each tiny step, its pendulous ark highlights the shiny jewelry of which Lady Constance is so fond. Behind, Jasmine slowly follows with leash in hand. As the procession nears the center of the room, I can see that the leash is attached to Boy’s genital clamp, that cruel instrument of persuasion used so effectively on the male gender.

  “Goodness, Jasmine. Has Boy misbehaved?’

  “I prefer to be very cautious at the hotel, ma’am. Management is circumspect about having naked males loose in the hallway.’”

  “Well, I’m glad to see you, Boy. Has Jasmine been good to you this morning?”

  Lady Constance speaks to Boy as if addressing a child, her voice having a soothing, pleasant cadence in a high pitch. Boy immediately goes to his knees upon hearing his Mistress’ voice. His training mandates that his head always be below the leve
l of her waist. Jasmine reaches down and removes the ankle cuffs. Boy begins to crawl toward the sound of his Mistress’ voice before the genital clamp can be removed. He yelps when Jasmine yanks the leash as a reminder. Boy stops and waits patiently while Jasmine loosens the clamp.

  A simple device, said to have been developed in Medieval times, the clamp is simply two flat pieces of wood, hinged face to face at the top edges. The hinged edges have a semi circle cut into the middle of each to form a circle when the boards lie end to end. Boy’s testicles are slipped through this circular hole. Thus it is worn just under the penis with one board hanging over the front of the scrotum, the other over the back. Two bolts are threaded through holes in the bottom of the boards. Wing nuts allow Boy’s trainer to tighten the boards together, which as one can imagine, closes the space between the hinged boards and pressures the gonads. Jasmine added another hole in the bottom of each board through which her leash is threaded. This additional feature allows her to sharply tug on the leash and temporarily squeeze the boards and his testicles even more. As Jasmine demonstrated, Boy’s reaction to tension on the leash is immediate and most servile.

  “He gets excited. So happy to see Mistress,” Lady Constance cooed, in her baby voice.

  I will pause here to explain the epistemology of Boy’s care and treatment. Jasmine’s duties include, not only cleaning, feeding, and training, but also to assure that Boy is kept in constant torment or heavy bondage when not in the presence of Lady Constance. When in her presence, all bonds and sources of torment are removed, except of course for his collar and wrist cuffs which are worn at all times and removed only for morning cleaning and stretching.

  Thus, as a result of the years of repetitious, long term bondage, pain and humiliation, Boy knows that serving Lady Constance and being in her company affords the only relief possible from the daily rituals of torment and toil exacted by Jasmine. As the reader will learn from her interview, the powerful African woman is relentless, and Boy’s tears and groveling never earn a minute of mercy. Only Lady Constance provides such, and she extracts a price for it.

  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.