“‘You’re old enough to understand these things now, Ashley. You may enjoy, you may not. But old enough understand the eccentricities of a woman such as me,’ Aunt Meredith reasoned.
“She had all these rules and procedures. ‘The hunt has to be fair... to be a challenge’ she constantly reminded me. ‘And remember the prey is never really hurt. At least not in the initial hunt.’
“So once or twice per week there was this hunt. With the jet constantly bringing in new ‘prey’ as she referred to her objectives. And I must admit there was a certain level of curious entertainment, though most times I would simply observe the beginning of the hunt and then head for the beach. But in the third or fourth week of that first summer, a most embarrassing thing happened. I stepped into the preparation room to find that the latest prey was a schoolmate of mine from college!”
Ashley slid her buttocks up my chest toward my chin, leaned over and began smoothing her hands over my newly shaven pubes. It felt wonderful. I kissed again in gratitude.
“Don’t think you’ve seen the preparation room, Charles. We can tour it later. But here I enter and caged wearing masturbation mittens, as Aunt Meredith called them, is one of the young and virile athletes from my college football team. I did not know him well, he was a junior, me a sophomore, but I knew of his reputation as being well hung and a womanizer... a misogynist really. As surprised as I was, his reaction was one of consternation, for other than the mittens, he was totally naked.
“The guy said nothing, turning away to avoid eye contact. But Aunt Meredith kept the cage in the middle of the room, so there was no place to hide. Lotta entered and noticed the silent inaction.
“‘This one’s strong and should run nicely, Ashley. I think your Aunt will more and more be selecting athletes.’
“Something came over me at that point, Charles. As the discomfort of the naked caged schoolmate surged, I strangely became more comfortable... yes even somewhat excited. He’d never be able to tell anyone about the incident, I thought to myself at the time, and I could glare all I wanted. Lotta had him completely shaved and in donning the masturbation mittens, I knew he was most randy. So I found a stool, sat and silently watched as my peering eyes slowly transformed his sense of embarrassment to a curious arousal. Yes, within minutes the purple penis tip poked through the fleshy folds of his prepuce and began to show itself for me. It became a very subtle form of feminine power, he forced to display himself. But one which I seemed to enjoy. He was well muscled, virile, and under my control. I began to better understand Aunt Meredith’s propensity.”
“What are masturbation mittens?” I felt obligated to ask, gently licking the smooth flesh of her left cheek.
“Thumbless mittens, locked at the wrist to make removal for the wearer impossible, comprised of what can only be described as a very scabrous material, like sandpaper.... a fine chain mail. Touch any sensitive pink area and you’ll hurt yourself. You’d excoriate the skin off your penis before being able to stroke yourself to satisfaction.
“Well I became emboldened. With the cage being quite ineluctable, and small enough so that no matter where the occupant sat, mind you it was not even high enough to permit standing, one could reach through the bars and touch any anatomical part. So knowing this boy’s reputation, I brazenly stuck my hand through the bars and gently pinched what small amount of the straining foreskin that I could gather.
“‘I think my Aunt Meredith is going to have quite the addition to her trophy case,’ I mocked in an evilly sultry voice.
“And then I knew, Charles, that I had not escaped the genetics of the family proclivity. I felt such wetness between my thighs knowing that the next morning this womanizer would be running about the island, naked, desperately trying to save what Aunt Meredith in the end would get... his foreskin.”
Chapter Fifteen - Corky
“Reggie may be more receptive to his oral efforts,” a mischievous Miss Ashley suggests.
The voice of my Master draws me from my memories.
Yes, I was concerned with being forced to offer such a display. Mr. Reggie’s massive organ stands straight up well past his navel with my wife’s gifted hand stroking away.
“Ever see a snake eat an elephant,” Miss Ashley raucously inquires of the room of dominant women.
Miranda appears with a tray filled with a second serving of dessert wine and Pam pulls me before the gigolo Reggie.
“Take him all the way Corky, show the ladies your talent,” Miss Ashley commands.
I again divert my thoughts as I watch in envy... the manipulating hand of my wife pleasuring another man, slowly bending the mammoth phallus down to my lips. The tip is purple and pre ejaculatory fluid oozes. I humbly lick it away to begin, the audience of dominant women murmuring approval, thrilled to watch a groveling male be so humbled.
“So nicely trained, Stella,” Miss Pam compliments the lead psychologist.
Meanwhile, I mentally return to less demeaning times, Miss Ashley narrating her story....
“So the next morning, Big Sam wheels the cage out of the preparation room, prey enclosed. All the hunts started right on the front porch and the natives would gather to celebrate the beginning. Watching a naked Caucasian run about is one of the islander’s favorite diversions, as you know.
“Aunt Meredith would have one of her stallions saddled and ready. Leather boots, utility belt, tight fitting sleeveless blouse, she made quite the image. Dart gun loaded, cross bow, and of course attached at her left hip was her gomco clamp, and a bottle of Betadine. Fifteen minutes head start was afforded but before opening the cage door, Lotta’s knowing hand would stroke the chaste prey to full stand. Then she would coat her index finger with pepper oil and assure that the prey’s rectum was lubed with fiery irritant.
“‘That’s for the entertainment of the islanders,’ a laughing Aunt Meredith once explained to me. ‘He’ll exit that cage like a rabbit in heat, making for an exciting start.’
“Well I joined in the entertainment and wished I could be there for the ultimate comeuppance, when Aunt Meredith would track him down and the prey would feel a quick jab in his backside. The precisely designed darts would make the prey fall helpless under the temporary effects of curare. And then, muscles frozen, he would not only bare the pain but be forced to watch as a superior woman took her prize, the foreskin. Yes, Aunt Meredith so much enjoyed her trophies, hunting, capturing and then ‘skinning’, as she termed it, the naked male. Aunt Meredith circumcised men, a delightful undertaking which cost her thousands upon thousands. But such never would deplete her fortune. ‘I have millions of dollars and there are millions of foreskins to be had,’ she used to comment. ‘It’s a fair exchange.’
“For their tolerance, the prey received a year’s tuition, room and board. Thus Aunt Meredith had an endless summer supply of prey... starving college students. And for those who could elude her prowess for twenty four hours, there was a bonus of $50,000. But I assure you, Charles, all went home without cash and without their foreskins. Aunt Meredith was quite the accomplished hunter. And when it came to removing what she considered to be superfluous male flesh, well, the moment the prey stepped from the plane, she considered such to be hers.”
Miss Ashley laughed. It was a light girlish laugh as if to find humor in the male beast having the temerity to step foot on the island of Meredith Duval and expect to leave intact.
Meanwhile her lovely hips shifted to cover my mouth with her sex. She was steamy and moist, aroused by her own memories.
“Maybe I’ll buy some horses, Charles. They don’t have to be expensive horses. I’ll ride and you, well now that you’re not employed you may as well get more exercise. And the islanders miss the exhibition, though with you being already circumcised we’d have to think of new rules... a new challenge.”
I licked as she spoke, reveling in the taste of her feminine essence. She on occasion teased my penis, providing very precise clues as to what my tongue and lips did that she liked and wha
t she didn’t like. She was instructing, teaching me how to orally service her. Miss Ashley’s preferences were just a little different, as with all women. And I suddenly realized I was being forcibly denied, and even more... there was some perverse enjoyment in being so treated.
Yes, I accepted it. Knowing that there were millions and a life of leisure ahead, I licked and sucked bringing to my bride numerous orgasms while I remained restrained and chaste.
I counted some four major, thigh clenching orgasms amongst dozens of small ones. A satiated Ashley finally rolled to my side. I of course remained stiff and wanting. She ignored my needs and just looked at me and smiled.
“I’m going to have Miranda feed you at dinner. Your wrists will remain cuffed. It will be humiliating to be fed by a girl her age, but that’s what the island is all about, teaching humility to the male.”
“You referenced the term ‘initial hunt’, Ashley,” I politely prompted, putting aside my reservations concerning Miranda. My curiosity was overwhelming.
“Yes, there were those very proud males who, during the initial hunt, considered Aunt Meredith’s skill to be luck. Those she invited back the following summer for a higher stakes game. One million dollars for twenty four hours eluding capture. Same rules except the ante was higher. I recall Aunt Meredith provocatively asking, ‘and what will you put up against my one million?’
“Needless to say her gomco circumcision clamp could not used for those hunts. But her trophy case expanded all the same.”
Miss Ashley reached to knead my testicles, leaving no doubt as to the trophies Aunt Meredith wagered for and won. I lurched with the realization and she laughed at my terrified male reaction.
“This is your second visit here, Charles. Surely you understand the practicalities that the enforcement of conventional laws is charged to those who never come here. Otherwise, the Duval family rules here, and Aunt Meredith did so imperiously. And I guess I’ve acquired similar penchants.”
Yes, she has, I recall thinking at the time, wondering what happened to all the trophies. Such were certainly not on Samuel L. Bracket’s inventory of the estate.
“Could you?” I humbly asked, nodding to my neglected erection.
Miss Ashley laughed, casually ignoring my request.
“You know Charles. The most fun for me was watching Aunt Meredith lead that classmate back to the plantation house, naked, wrists bound, a very prominent bandage covering the tip of his newly circumcised penis. Lotta would remove the masturbation mittens and laughingly taunt, ‘guess you won’t need these for a while.’
“I often wonder what stories those boys told their loved ones, every one returning home after a week or two in the tropics without their precious foreskin. Yes overall, rest assured, Aunt Meredith was quite proficient. No one ever eluded her. I can only imagine the horror as time after time the prey lay there stunned by the muscle relaxing effects of curare, helplessly watching as a woman carved away. She snipped them pretty clean, you know Charles, tightening the clamp to take in every inch she could gather for her collection. Many a chagrined male left here cut high and tight.”
Ashley arose to shower for dinner. Her musky scent overpowered. Despite the terror of her story, I felt a great need for attention... attention where a man most enjoys a woman’s touch. But it was not to be. On the Duval island, Ashley was in control. And with her reference to replenishing Aunt Meredith’s stable and me somehow participating in such intensely female dominant games, I balked.
It was then that I concluded... time to reap the rewards of the prenuptial agreement.
Chapter Sixteen - Corky
For two weeks more we frolicked in sun and sand. I was to receive gratification when the mood struck Miss Ashley, and that was never often enough, not for me. And the timing of such incredibly pleasurable eruptions of male seed always occurred under embarrassing or humiliating circumstances, for the only way I was permitted to ejaculate was by her hand, her soft yet firm knowing hand, pumping away, offering ecstasy yet extracting control.
Yes, I found myself strapped to the bed for inordinately lengthy periods and when freed was chagrined to have my wrist cuffs clipped together behind my back.
And yes, the young Miranda fed me on many occasions, use of my hands denied to me for that as most other things.
On the third day I protested, appealing to the more practical aspects of island living which the forced denial inhibited. One must be constantly supervised when so restrained and I could not adequately exercise, one of the motivations that Miss Ashley and I shared when I quit my job and she arranged for the jet.
So after vocalizing my concerns one morning, tied to the bed and watching my beautiful naked wife select bathing attire for the day, Miss Ashley surprisingly acknowledged the impracticality.
“I suppose those long hikes you took during our honeymoon had a salubrious effect. Let’s see what we can find for you in the preparation room.”
With that Miranda entered carrying a tray of gruel.
“Bring him down to the preparation room after feeding, Miranda. Cuffs attached of course.”
Miss Ashley left and Miranda sat on the side of the bed and spoon by spoon offered the tasteless mush. I ate with envy knowing Miss Ashley was partaking in a breakfast of freshly baked muffins made with blueberries picked right in the island.
The young island girl reveled in treating me like a child. She acted as if she had finally come of age, Aunt Meredith obviously having fostered a unique culture among her many island charges. When finished, my wrist straps were unhooked and I was instructed to sit up. Miranda clipped the cuffs together behind my back. Then my ankle cuffs were freed and I was directed to follow.
“The preparation room is this way,” my young handler forcefully suggested.
Down the stairs, past the kitchen to a set of double doors, which were always closed, and I thought led to a veranda. When Miranda dramatically pushed open both doors I found instead that the entrance led to a cavernous room, obviously designed as a dance hall in times when wealthy society passed the nights waltzing in gowns and evening dress.
But it had been many years since fashionably shoed feet moved to the music of a small orchestra. Aunt Meredith’s preparation room was more dungeon than dance hall.
Miranda stepped away and I silently surveyed the room, darkened with heavy drapes.
In the middle of the room was the cage. Large enough for a human, barely, and I envisioned the naked form of a young male entrapped within, unable to comfortably stand and awaiting the appointed hour for Aunt Meredith’s salacious hunt.
My eyes moved to my wife. She stood facing a far wall. Her attention attracted mine, for the walls were covered with dozens of implements, some ancient, some modern, but all designed for the torment of human flesh, muscle and bones. Restraints of iron, steel, leather, nylon. Instruments for flagellation running the gamut of the imagination. And Miss Ashley’s attention was focused on a cross bow, prominently mounted next to the dart gun and the gomco clamp which Aunt Meredith evidently used to great effect. All those foreskins...
To Miss Ashley’s right was a mahogany case, doors closed. I shuddered to think what was within and ironically wondered again whether Samuel L. Brackett, Esq. had inventoried its contents for estate purposes.
“Come here, Charles,” Miss Ashley softly commanded. “I found a set.”
Masturbation mittens!
Miss Ashley had most adequately described the curious garb. Basically shaped like bags that slipped over the hands and locked around the wrists, it was the unusual material that proved to effect the garment’s purpose. The exterior of each mitten was covered with a material of woven metal, thin strands of barbed wire, designed such that hundreds and hundreds of barbs jutted outward. It appeared that the wearer could sand wood.
“Feel,” Miss Ashley exuberantly suggested.
I could not move my hands, of course, but Miss Ashley held it against my cheek and I found that the devilishly roughened surface could be
used take the paint off an automobile. And to further demonstrate, Miss Ashley reached down, turned my penis upwards and ever so gently brushed the surface where a man so much pines for warm softness. The pain was quick and sharp, as if a dozen needles were pricking my most sensitive anatomy.
“You can imagine the desire to run for freedom after a few days of wearing these and being locked in that,” Miss Ashley smilingly nodded toward the cage.
She unclipped my wrists and I presented right hand then left to be locked into the mittens.
“This is wonderfully nostalgic for me, Charles. You’re a dear to oblige. Male denial is a strong tradition here. But in wearing the mittens I can free you to roam. All 5,000 acres.”
I smiled but donning those mittens served as the final determinant. Upon returning to New York, I would engage the legal gears to begin divorce. Ashley would be hurt, but I would be free, and wealthy, and should I choose to return to the island, as stipulated in the prenuptial, there would be certain Duval family traditions that would be terminated.
Well the ensuing days of our vacation were much the same. With masturbation mittens in place, I walked the island most mornings, joining Ashley on the beach in the afternoons.
Though Miss Ashley’s oral needs were endless, I spent long hours on the beach with head between her spread thighs, climactic relief was only occasionally offered to me and only by hand.
Miranda and Lotta were close observers more than once, with Miranda receiving explicit instruction on male sensuality. The humiliation of being brought to climax on the cue of a smiling girl cannot be described.
But I was fortunate. The chaste copilot was kept just that way...completely chaste. Never once did I see him freed of the curious device locked about his genitals. Yet the blonde pilot used the effeminate lad most cruelly. On one leisurely beach afternoon Miss Ashley and I were given a lustful demonstration of his subservience as the well built blonde pleasured herself utilizing a double dildo, splitting the yielding anal passage of her cohort with deep powerful thrusts.
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