Male Chastity - Male Slave
My wife has monitored the number and frequency of my orgasms from the very days of our courtship. She did not allow me to ejaculate without her permission, and put me on a strict schedule which she broadcast to her family and her girlfriends.
Every December she would buy a big wall calendar, and begin to map out my sissy chores and my sissy rewards for the coming year.
I tried to obey her, but I could not keep to her once-a-month sperm-milking regime, and I cheated when I was out of town. When she finally caught me, last month, I knew I was in trouble.
First, she said she would allow me one final orgasm before my trials began. I was instructed to use the biggest black butt plug I have and slowly work my ass with it. I was only allowed to come if I took the whole plug (a feat I have only managed a few times). I was so turned on, feeling like a condemned man having a last meal, I took the plug right down to the base, straining and whimpering the whole time. When I finally did achieve orgasm, it was like no other self-induced orgasm I had ever had. I was then instructed to consume every drop of my cum. Then, my wife called Marsha...
I am blushing as I tell you this, because my wife gave my clitty (not big enough to be called a penis) to Marsha. Marsha came over, ordered me to undress and was introduced to my inadequacy. Then she locked it up.
This steel device, she explained, was meant to teach me new values. Hitherto, I would have to earn my monthly "sperm milking". Right now, she said, I had zero points. Marsha told my wife that chastity was the essential first step in sissy husband training.
As of this moment, I have been totally chaste for 6 weeks, thats 42 days. My clitty, well I guess I should call it Marsha's clitty, has been locked away in my modified Reinhold belt. It is the property of Marsha, and Marsha tells it what to do.
Marsha likes public displays of my chastity and my humiliation so she invites girlfriends over every day for tea. She makes me unbuckle my pants, and show off my prison.
See girls! Look at that little pickle. There's no room for it to grow!".
I stand there in the middle of the room, completely naked except for my belt.
"Can I touch it?" they ask
Then Marsha says, Sissy! or Slave! Present to her."
I walk over, stand in front of my lady, spread my legs wide, and lock my fingers behind my head. The Present position.
I am embarrassed, but excited at the same time. They reach out and caress or tickle or pink. My clitty tries to swell up in its tube as their fingers poke around the edges of the belt.
Then Marsha explains to them how she trains a sissy.
She laughs and says: practice makes perfect. First you get him locked up so he cant cum. A horny slave is an obedient slave. Then you start teaching. It used to be all whips and chains, but now there are modern, faster, more effective training methods. Both positive, and negative inducements. She went on, Its an electrical stimulation system. We wired up his belt so that when hes pleasing me, I give him pleasure. If he doesnt ....well, he gets pain. Immediate positive or negative reinforcement. Just as with Pavlovs dogs, I can condition him to take sexual pleasure from almost anything. Once that response is imprinted, no matter how humiliating or distastful he might have found it before, hell want it because it gives him sexual pleasure.
With time his body will respond automatically. For now we have been working on obedience, and pussy licking. Later well get into.... other things, she drawled.
We combine old fashioned discipline with web based technology. We wired an Eros remote control box into his belt at the back. Wires run around, and down the tube to a PES corona cap at the tip of his cock. The other contact is a pad behind his balls. I can give him pain or pleasure from some distance away.
See! This is the control box, she said, lifting what looked like a elaborate broach off her neck. I can select any of six programs, and the intensity from right here. Watch.
She selects, Climb or Sweat and has me gasping in a minute. She turns it up, and takes me into pain. I fall to the floor begging, and writhing. After she starts to get excited, she shuts it off. Slowly, panting, I get to my feet, and back into the position.
All males should be wired up like this, she states.
Houseboy Training is more elaborate. John gets rated on each of my orgasms. An A is a four, a B three, a C is two, a D is one, and an F is zero. Just like in college. Anything below a C is immediate punishment.
If he gets five As in a row he gets to throw the dice an extra time that week, and gets to choose which score he wants. If his grade point average for the week is below 3.0, he doesnt get to play at all. Individual grades below a C..... Well, a D is fifteen minutes on the Torment setting, and an F is thirty minutes. Then he gets to perform again. He does so much better the second time.
Marsha looks at me, and I have to drop my eyes. We havent had to do any of that for a while now, have we, slave? No, Mistress, I whisper.
During formal training, we use the Eros big box, the 312B. It has more programs, 16 to be exact, more power, two separate channels, and more control over the intensity levels. It plugs into the jacks on his belt. Of course everything is fully waterproof. John, move over so the ladies can touch Marsha says.Their cool hands stroke my belt and inner thighs and have me gasping and shuddering.
One of the first things we agreed to was that he never gets to put his cock in a pussy again. But sometimes a girl likes to have dicking, not just licking. When I want some screwing, I attach the dildo of my choice to the front of his belt, and we fuck, she laughed.
He gets everything but ". Drives him crazy, but not being able to come makes him last a long time. I usually get about three orgasms before he wears out.
Your wife, she tells me, will take another male for that.You will watch. Maybe lick until she's ready, then clean up afterwards! Marsha smiled silently. Twirling a lock of her hair through her fingers, and gazed into my eyes. I felt hypnotised.
We're substituting one behavior pattern for another. Transference, its called. He now prefers to serve orally or anally rather than to use his cock. He gets excited when I put him on his knees, and he goes panting to paradise!
Another thing we agreed to was that my ownership marks would always be on his body somewhere. Show them your ass, Honey.
I turn so they could see the cane marks. The ladies are goggle eyed. Those are from a week ago. We refresh these frequently, and move the spot around. Next, I think, we'll do single tail work to the upper back
During long sessions, I still like to use the crop to urge that tongue along. Everyone chuckled.
"Well John," said Marsha rising, "lets go to the playroom so the fun can begin."
As I entered the dungeon I was ordered to kneel in front of the red chair. This was once called a loving chair, but it now has been modified into a bondage/training device. The high seat, and adjustable back allows Mistress any number of positions in which to be served. Marsha locks my ankles to the bottom front legs while her friends cuffed my wrists to the upper, back seat posts. I was held in a kneeling position, arms extended under the seat, the chair bottom in front of me, slightly below the level of my chin. My excitment was growing already.
Mistress then greased, then inserted the bipolar butt plug. This way she could use two channels, with four contacts on my body. She plugged everything into the box, and made the settings. The belt started throbbing, electically stroking my cock head, balls, prostate, and asshole. I gasped. It was the Intense setting. She knew this one created an incredible urgency in me. I squirmed as my need built rapidly. This is one of the main tenets of my training. She used the electronics to get and keep me right on the edge of a cum, but totally denied while I had to serve her pleasure.
"So, who wants to go first?"
In the corner of my eye I could see one of the ladies pulling her skirt off and then stepping out of her panties. My heart pounds, I am overwhelmed with the desire to rub my face in ladylike muff.
"Let me tell ya ladies, I've trained him to be the best damn pussy licker in the West!
"John" Marsha says, "I want you to have a good time, but treat my friends right, after all the bragging Ive done about you."
"Yes Mistress," I reply. The spandex Batman hood, the one with the built in blindfold, was pulled down over my eyes. I then felt someone get on the seat, and little feminine feet sliding down past my head, soft thighs gripping my cheeks, I felt her wiggling down to place her cunt right in my face.
"Now eat that pussy!" Marsha demands.
I open my mouth, breathing in the sweet ecstasy. I felt a deep yearning in my encased loins, the electronic stimulatings adding to it and taking me to a state of sexual hysteria. I am panting, my whole body,every cell, wanting, needing to taste her. She was so turned on that her inner lips were almost rigid. I started with just the tip of my tongue, tracing the outer edges. She moans. Up one side, down the other. Then reversing, and up that side, a tongue swirl around her clit, then down the other side. She was squirming and crying out. After a few minutes, I plunged in. I licked and sucked and devoured her delicious pussy, imagining what it looked like. The blindfolding hood made me zone in on her scent, and her taste. My mind is racing with erotic thoughts, my cock is pulsating in pleasure/torture, my mouth racing in her slipperiness. She came twice.
When she was satisfied, she got up, and said "Thanks.
Marsha came in, wiped my face and gave me a few sips of water. Then patted me on my ass.
A few minutes had passed as I knelt there in chains, my cock still throbbing away, my excitment at a fever pitch. I felt the seat move again.
"Ready for round two?" one of the ladies asks. Again soft fragrant thighs grip my head, but then I leaned forward only to find that she had cupped her hand over her sex.
I want to hear you beg for it,Slave! Tell me how much you want my pussy. The next ten minutes or so were thoroughly embarrassing. She laughed while I kissed her thighs and pleaded to taste her.
Finally, she granted my wish. I started again licking slowly, sucking , swallowing all of her female nectar. She was shaved, or maybe waxed, with just a little tuft at the top. She was really wet, and had a large clit.
Faster and deeper, Slave. This is for my pleasure not yours!
I dived in, going as hard and as fast as I could. She bucked and moaned, cursed and screamed, until she finally exploded in climax on my now exhausted tongue.
I wait patiently on my knees. I hear footsteps coming and my heart really started to pick up.
Then Marsha cuffs my wrists to my ankles, gags me, and put her vibrators in between my cheeks. I have to keep my head between her knees, staring at her puss. I can look but not touch, while she reads to me and plays with herself. Every once in a while she rubs cunt all over my face. If she catches me looking away,she zaps my balls.
Have you ever seen a dog drool while looking at a steak it cant have? Poor John doesn't get any puss today.
Sometimes, she pulls out the butt ball, and the jack, then unlocks me, then leads me over to the kneeling table. This is a small 18 high table, on wheels, with a soft rubber top. I take a doggy style position on it, and am strapped to it by wrists, knees and ankles, held securely for what is to come. She puts a collar around my neck, and adjusts the strap, so my head is down, and I cant move at all.
Marsha approaches with the key and a bucket of warm soapy water. She inserts the key and unlocks it. She removes the waistband. Pulling the penis tube away, my cock springs free.
It's so shriveled up. So cute and smooth. So clean shaven. Every three days we clean, shave and inspect. It keeps me more comfortable in the belt, and makes me a lot more sensitive.
Sometimes Marsha invites the girls to come upstairs and help with the washing up. The warm rag washes over my dick. Marsha pulls back my foreskin and scrubs it with the rag. "That's better, clean as a whistle."
"Someone is holding a video camera and I feel totally embarrassed and incredibly horny. The girls look at it growing. Don't touch it! We don't want to set it off," instructs Marsha. "Its been so long for him that his cock will pop like a champaign bottle!"
My cock grew and grew. The skin felt so tight around it. It felt so great! My cock was free! It was so sensitive. "Please milk me dry Mistress, please", I beg Marsha. "Please help me out of my misery."
Nicola had knelt down looking at my cock. How about a blow job?, she snickered. She pursed her lips and from inches away, blew her warm breath up and down my cock and balls. I could feel every puff of air. I sobbed!
Too bad it'll never be used again, one of the ladies sighs.
How do you think it would look with a big ring in it?asks Marsha. Im toying with the idea of having you pierced. After all, when the training is complete itll be a useless appendage. Im turned on by the thought of a large gold ring, 2-3 inches in diameter, 10, maybe 8 gauge.
Im thinking along the lines of a high, deep Ampallang. I get all juicy thinking about using this clitty as a single bondage point. When you're eating, I will padlock it to the bottom of the chair, or when Im punishing you I will lock it to a staple in the wall, or floor... Get your tongue done too, theres nothing like a studded tongue in your cunt.
My cock is fully erect now, it starts throbbing and bouncing on its own. Or I'm in a doggy-style position and my cock is pointing at my face. Marsha spreads a towel under me.
" She holds a tube of K-Y jelly over my asshole and squeezes a big dollop out. She then puts on a latex glove and started massaging the lube into my ass hole. "Notice every time I penetrate his asshole with my middle finger his cock bounces" Marsha rambled as she worked, "God, I just love to tease a cock. Especially cocks loaded with lots of juice. Just remember girls don't touch that cock. It's too dangerous, he might just shoot"
I just knelt there submissively as Marsha forced both of her fingers into my ass. "Also, notice girls how loose his asshole is getting, just keep working it until it opens up and says ahhhhh." Marsha pulls her hand away from my ass. "Slave, Im going to use the vibrator this time so the girls can get a good view."
Marsha gets the tool from the toy chest, and began lubing it up. "You see girls, I'll fuck his cute little butt hole with this, massaging his prostate gland in the process. If you give it a good thorough massage you can make a man release his juices without an orgasm."
I watched in excitement as the curved vibe penetrated my ass. Slowly at first, and then faster with every stroke. "Tell me Johnnie, how does it feel to have a male pussy?" Marsha asked. "Oh, I love to fuck your male pussy. I love to fuck it until it gets all wet and slippery, like a cunt should be."
The other girls were now totally quiet as Marsha took the show over. She pillaged my ass with the machine for a good twenty minutes. I was breathing heavily, moaning, shivering, and begging her not to quit.
Then suddenly Marsha stopped said, "OK precious, all done," and the big vibe was pulled out of my quivering butt hole. My cock was dribbling pre cream onto the towel. She slipped her two fingers into my ass and gave my prostate a firm press.
Girls, glove up and feel this. They did, and I had the humiliation of their fingers up my ass too. See how engorged it is?
She worked her fingers in again, press, release, press, release, while she milked my hard on starting from the base and firmly up to the head.
She takes one of the ladies and demonstrates: "Cup your hand under there and catch all of this, she says and continues working. My fluids were pouring out of me. Finally, one hard squeeze. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. A big wad of fluid squished out onto the waiting hand. She kept pressing, and massaging my prostate until I was dry. Then she had Nicola hold her hand to my face for me to lick clean.
The ladies applauded and they all turned and left the room.
Drop in anytime, girls. she says, I know he'd like you all to come. They all laugh.
Eventually Marsha returns to belt me up and then uncuff me. "Okay baby, in another seven days hopefully you'll get lucky." She kissed me and told me how proud she was of me.
I hope you like my friends, youre going to meet or should I say eat more of them
More of them? I asked incredulously.
Oh, yes, Darling She giggled, I might have to start keeping an appointment book for you. Possibly one or two guests everyday. More on Saturdays, they all want to see us roll the dice.
She laughed at the look on my face. Dont worry, slave. They will all be added into your weekly grade. Then, grabbing my face between her hands, looking into my eyes, solemnly, she hissed, Admit it! You loved being displayed. The humiliation, all the pussy, eating anyone I say!
I grasped, opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. I tried to look away, but she held my head firmly, eyes locked to mine. Then...slowly, turning every color in the rainbow, I nodded, finally able to get the words out,and whispered. Yes Mistress, It... it was very exciting. I liked it very much.
Good, she patted my cheek, Get used it. Until now weve only been training. This is your life from now on! she said.
"Now Slave," Marsha said, smiling, picking up a long crop, slapping it against her palm, and settling into the red chair, "It's my turn. First I have some golden wine to share with you, then I want to enjoy your tongue for at least an hour! "