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  “‘Lady Constance will have you released soon. But you must show your gratitude...,’ or words to that effect.

  “And then I enter at the appointed hour, expressing words of sympathy, examining my toy very closely, smoothing my hands over the well restrained arms and legs but waiting as suggested by the clinic’s guidelines for any offer of relief. Boy’s contact lenses are still in place mind you. But he can individualize my voice, and when I move to stoop near his head I make sure that the short front of my skirt flaps about enough to provide a good whiff of my feminine scent.

  “Then I dry away some tears and pat his head.

  “Good boys get a special reward.”

  “He knows the signal, and I turn to Jasmine.

  “Has Boy been good?

  “Where upon Jasmine reports his conduct and the number of hours spent in the excruciating bondage, which I may add Doctor, over the months the time spent built to quite an impressive period.

  “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.

  “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.

  Jasmine steps from the changing room. I am shocked to see that her white, nurse’s uniform has been replaced with the briefest of attire. Her large breasts are covered by a thin layer of black latex in the form of a halter. It clings to her mammaries leaving her nipples perfectly outlined beneath. Over her pubes is a matching black, rubber apron freely hanging from a thin cord around her waist. There is no other garment, even her feet are bare.

  I cannot stop myself from staring, for her physique is incredibly muscular. She has the appearance of a professional body builder with huge muscles that flex and roll with every movement. Her torso displays the characteristic ripples of abdominal muscles which have been toned to perfection and the rubber apron glances off powerful thighs, as she gracefully approaches Boy.

  “Good morning, Doctor. You’ll understand the utility of my attire as the morning routine progresses.”

  I flip back in my notes and use my pen to highlight the comment by Lady Constance that her Mother was impressed by the way Jasmine could handle the males at the clinic, even when they were not restrained. It is evident that Jasmine’s incredible strength can overpower the most recalcitrant of teenagers. And I don’t doubt either that at close to six feet and some 180 pounds of mostly muscle, she can bring most adult males under control.