“And so it was off to Europe.”
[Jasmine lowered Boy’s testicles allowing him to better balance himself. She then used his scrotum as a handle and pulled him to the far wall where the hoses hung in waiting. Boy comically scampered on all fours. Experience told him where he was going. Jasmine’s firm grip assured that he would get there without delay.
When Jasmine released her hold, Boy obediently turned his backside toward the wall. Jasmine removed a hose. A familiar nozzle on the end told me where it was to be placed and Boy’s anus, well opened from the butt plug and lubricated during the massage, accepted the business end without resistance. Several quick squeezes of a rubber bulb indicated it was an inflatable nozzle. After a noticeable groan from Boy, Jasmine squeezed twice more then slowly turned on a valve.]
“You’re going to take an extra couple of pints for the Doctor this morning, Boy. Nice and high for me. Head down..., buttocks up.”
[Boy’s forehead touched the floor and as commanded he knelt with his effeminate cheeks pushed up. As always well separated thighs left his organs freely swinging.]
“I learned much at the clinic, particularly concerning the long term care of younger males. You understand that my military experience was comprised of only short-term contact. Ms. W----- was very experienced, and my education in abnormal psychology became most useful in transforming her charges into submissive, groveling playthings.
“Her contacts were impressive. There was a worldwide network seeking candidates for her. And of course her clientele were comprised of the extremely rich and in some cases people of great notoriety. You’d be surprised, Doctor, to learn which famous people have a naked, submissive male secured in their closet waiting to lick the shoes of his Mistress. Or who owns a secluded ranch where feminized, young males fulfill the most unusual whims and fantasies of weekend guests. Yes, there’s global demand for the likes of Boy, and my years at the clinic were gratifying in assisting to develop an appropriate supply.”
[Jasmine removed another hose from the wall while she talked. This one ended with a shower nozzle, which with a twist of a valve spewed a curtain of water over Boy’s kneeling form.
After soaking him thoroughly, she retrieved a large bar of soap and a brush and began to slowly lather Boy’s entire body. The utility of her latex halter and apron became apparent with her proximity to the wet, soapy, naked Boy.]
“Within a few months at the clinic, I was taught to infibulate the new arrivals. It’s really a very simple procedure, but the spacing of the piercing is very important. A young, male’s frenulum must be pinched tightly over the penis head to be most effective. And Ms. W----- noted that I did it the tightest.
“Ms. W----- also noted my work in neutering animals, and I was placed in charge of alterations when demanded. A certain Chinese woman, for example, insisted that neutered males provided the most attentive oral service and I must confess, Doctor, that after the quick and simple removal of the testicles, training became much simpler and quicker. And the hours of teaching good tongue work has marvelous rewards, as you can imagine. I have a theory that the altered male can be trained to attain a curious level of sexual gratification by orally servicing a demanding female. I plan to write a research paper on the subject at some point.”
[Jasmine was scrubbing away. Boy was covered from head to toe with suds and a level of discomfort was becoming apparent. It was not possible to discern whether the enema hose was filling him to a level of unbearable pressure, or Jasmine’s scrub brush was abrading his skin. I could only assume both were occurring and Jasmine seemed to enjoy the reaction.
While she cleaned, she also inspected. Beginning at the head and working down, every cranny was poked, pinched and examined in the bright lights. When she reached the buttocks, her slippery, soaped hands placed the bar and brush on the floor and grasped the scrotum.]
“I always give the testicles a good examination, feeling for cysts and unusual growths.”
[Jasmine’s strong, black hands pulled Boy’s enormous, scrotal sac back between his thighs. She stretched the hairless, pink skin with her left hand until the large gonads appeared to be two lumps lying in a bag of flesh. Her right hand began to pinch and squeeze the vulnerable testicles testing Boy’s composure. He remained motionless, and this observer was impressed. It appeared that Jasmine truly owned the organs and could play with them at will. With her extensive knowledge of the male reproductive system, she knew just how much could be meted out without damage, and, at her whim, Boy’s sensitive eggs were taken to that level.
When she finally released the scrotum it swung back and forth heavily, while she poked his lower abdomen. Apparently satisfied with the level of expansion, Jasmine arose and turned off the enema hose.]
“Up. Show the Doctor your nice plump belly.”
[Boy slowly straightened at the waist, remaining on his knees. As the soapsuds glided down his wet body, his distended stomach came into view. It was apparent that the pressure stimulated the prostate and caused his penis to be partially engorged. The tight, infibulating wire was performing its function admirably in painfully preventing full tumescence. With his blurred contact lenses, he just stared into space, docilely accepting what for him was a daily ritual, but for me was fascinating grist for my writing mill.
A knock came on the door. Jasmine moved to the far end of the room to open it. Her extensive muscling allowed her to seemingly float across the room, and I again found myself transfixed by the flex and roll in her naked calves and thighs.]
“Hello, Mary. You’re a little early for us.”
[A young woman stepped into the tiled room. The absence of any reaction to Boy’s naked, wet and kneeling form told me she was familiar with his situation. She was uniformed in white and carried a bag stuffed, judging from the protruding electrical cords, with various appliances.
She was pretty with angelic features. Her demur temperament and dutiful nod in response to Jasmine’s greeting indicated she was most likely a low level employee. I was most impressed by her level of comfort with the unusual scene. Whereas most girls her age would be shocked or repulsed, the sight of Boy seemed to bring a pleasant smile and a look of satisfaction to her otherwise expressionless face.]
“Boy is going to be milked, Mary. You’ll find it interesting if you care to stay. You can make him presentable while he’s being iced.”
[Mary’s smile broadened with the suggestion, and she placed her bag on the table next to Jasmine’s paraphernalia.
Jasmine returned to her duties and doused Boy with the spray hose. The rinsing removed the last remnants of soap, and he appeared to be more naked than ever..., wet, hands placed on top of his head, not even a neck collar for covering.
Jasmine stepped back to survey her work. I wondered if she concluded the same..., a male in the most submissive of states, skin cleansed to a noticeable pink color, intestines filled at the behest of a woman, penis entrapped and adorned with the trinkets of his mistress, stretched scrotum swinging, docilely kneeling and displayed totally naked..., he symbolized the ultimate power of the female.
The brief respite ended when Jasmine toyed with the hose emanating from Boy’s backside, while Mary retrieved various items from her bag and set them out on the table. My curiosity was satisfied when I spied a hair dryer, nail polish and various other cosmetics being placed on the table. Mary was a cosmetician.]
“Give Mary a proper hello, Boy. No spillage.”
[Jasmine deflated the nozzle and carefully slid it from Boy’s anus. As the tip slowly exited, Boy comically clenched his hairless, rounded cheeks in obediently holding what must have been a considerable quantity of water. I stifled my laughter as he crawled toward Mary with his buttocks in the described state. He knew Jasmine was serious with her command and judging from the bloated belly the pressure must have been considerable.
Mary patiently waited. Experience told her not to move toward him, and when I was able to peel my eyes from Boy’s ungainly efforts to crawl, I l
ooked into the face of a young, dominant woman. Gone was the look of young innocence, for Mary was very amused with Boy’s plight. Her contentment with his discomfort, along with an eager anticipation of possible seepage from Boy’s overfilled bowels, was evident on her face. In a subtle symbol of authority, Mary moved her right foot forward and offered words of feigned encouragement. When Boy’s humiliating journey ended, he lowered his head and kissed her proffered foot.
In reward, Mary tousled his hair.]
“I’m going to make you very pretty today, Boy. Lady Constance has a special visitor and he wants you highlighted in red.”
[Jasmine called Boy back to the shower area. The return trip was negotiated somewhat more quickly, for he knew it was time to expel the sloshy contents of his bowels.
With Jasmine closely supervising, Boy positioned himself over a large drain, squatted and patiently waited with an extraordinary look of anticipation. When Jasmine snapped her fingers, Boy’s rectum reacted instantly and a torrent began. Incredibly, Jasmine snapped again and Boy somehow cut off the flow. She waited for a minute then snapped, and Boy completed emptying himself. There seemed to be nothing that Jasmine did not or could not control.
Satisfied that all had been expelled, Jasmine again turned on the hose..., apparently this time to a very cold setting for Boy noticeably jumped as the spray cleansed his backside. But it also soaked his penis and testicles with the presumed ice cold water, and the partially engorged phallus began to shrink.]
“Table!”
[A simple command sent Boy scurrying to an odd, stainless steel table. The bright, room lights reflected from the shiny metal and provided a beacon for the blinded, naked hermaphrodite, for he crawled to it without hesitation and positioned himself kneeling on all fours. The height of the surface of the table placed him so that his head was just above the level of Jasmine’s waist. But it was not the level that was unusual but the four raised edges. I had seen similar equipment at seafood stores where fish and other perishables were displayed resting on beds of shaved ice. This table could serve in such a capacity, for it was pitched and drained at one end and the edges could hold in place ice or liquids.
There were also the numerous restraint devices, which added to its curiosity. And Boy docilely positioned his wrists and ankles close to straps attached to the sides.]
“Boy doesn’t like the table, Doctor, but he knows to obey. This is where I keep him stretched to Lady Constance’s liking. Without an occasional few hours strapped down and being stretched, the tongue and scrotum would shrink somewhat. And we wouldn’t want that..., would we Boy?
No. Lady Constance enjoys a certain look in her cute, submissive toy. And it’s easily maintained.”
[Jasmine’s comments explained the small winches attached to the front and rear edges of the table. I envisioned Boy struggling for the appointed period of time with his tongue clamped and pulled by the front winch, and his scrotum cradled by the diabolical parachute and pulled by the winch to the rear.
I had read of certain cultures where modifying the body was prevalent and remembered learning that it was a slow and time-consuming process. Boy must have spent many hours of many days being stretched to achieve Lady Constance’s desired results. But, time was of little consequence to Boy’s powerful tormentress. For Lady Constance, the longer and slower the process was the better. For Jasmine, it was just another pleasant day of humiliating the male. For Boy, well..., it didn’t matter. His body was not his to control.
Jasmine deftly attached the straps to Boy’s wrists and ankles effectively making him part of the table. She then left the room, and I could not take my eyes off the amazing gluteus maximus muscles, which rippled with power as she strode to an adjoining kitchen area.
Meanwhile, Mary began her work. Starting with his hair, still wet from Jasmine’s cleansing, she cut and styled it, gracefully combing and snipping to ensure Boy’s effeminate appearance.
Then she retrieved a small stool, positioned it to Boy’s right side, sat down and started to manicure. Jasmine returned with a bucket full of wet shaved ice.]
“Hold on one minute, Mary. Boy has trouble remaining still.”
[Jasmine placed the bucket on the table between Boy’s calves then slid it forward near his thighs.]
“Up.”
[Boy raised himself off his knees as best he could, and Jasmine pushed the bucket so his thighs straddled the top. She grasped his penis and testicles.]
“Down.”
[Boy obediently lowered himself. When his sensitive organs touched the icy slush it appeared that there was a spasmodic reaction to rise, but Jasmine’s grip was firm and Boy settled his organs into the freezing bucket.]
“The first step to a thorough milking, Doctor. Lady Constance insists that Boy’s sexual pleasure be derived exclusively from orally servicing the female organ. So to prohibit orgasmic relief while draining his semen, it’s a simple matter of numbing the ejaculatory muscles. That way I can endlessly massage and toy with his prostate gland and ampulla, and he cannot ejaculate or feel any pleasure.
Unfortunately, he’ll feel a little glow when I’m done. The change in his hormonal balance will have the effect of calming him. But that is nowhere near the ecstatic feeling of having a true orgasm. Lady Constance forbids that. He had his last one many years ago.”
[While Jasmine explained, she held Boy’s organs in the bucket. After a moment, the initial shock passed and she released her grip and stepped away to the preparation table. There she retrieved a plastic squeeze bottle with an attached straw emanating from the top. Returning to Boy’s front, she inserted the straw into Boy’s mouth and squeezed.
Mary continued with manicuring his right hand.]
“A nice, bright shade of red for you today, Boy. Yes, you’re going to be very alluring.”
[Mary finished and moved the stool to Boy’s left hand. The color of his nails was indeed bright and could only be described as that worn by an expensive lady of the evening. While Mary continued her efforts and Boy’s genitals were properly iced, Jasmine calmly supervised and watched Boy’s organs turn an interesting shade of blue. She picked up on her narrative.]
“So I had been working at Ms. W-----’s clinic for some four years when Lady Constance and her Mother visited. I believe you’re aware of the circumstances under which I made the transition from the clinic to the employ of Lady Constance and her Mother.
“It was a challenging assignment..., to be in direct charge of Boy’s subjugation. But with Ms. W-----’s input, I developed a program that has been quite successful. You must understand that the most important element is Boy’s deeply ingrained desire to please..., to give pleasure to his Mistress in complete disregard for his own feelings or comfort.
“In addition to the desire to please, he also needed to be endowed with the proper tool. Perhaps Doctor, you have not had a good view of this...”
[Jasmine sauntered to Boy’s side as she spoke. With the simple command of “Tongue!” Boy opened his mouth and the demanded prodigious, pink appendage was thrust forward between his lips. It was amazingly long, and when Jasmine palmed the wet, slippery length and pulled it further out, the sight caused Mary to pause. The young cosmetician’s momentary look of surprise changed to amusement and she began a youthful giggle, obviously imagining to what lascivious purpose such an oversized organ could be put.
Jasmine released the slippery, wet tongue and stepped away. Mary began applying lipstick. The makeup case placed on the front of the table indicated Boy was to receive a full make over. ]
“As you are aware, Doctor, all flesh can be stretched. It’s a matter of time and maintaining sensitivity that becomes difficult. It’s important that Boy be able to properly feel with his tongue the soft pink flesh and be able to adjust his caresses to his Mistress’s reactions. Good oral service requires a well-trained, dexterous and assiduous tongue, and we have transmogrified Boy’s into one of the best.
“I instituted a very simple, long-term progra
m of punishment and reward. Whenever he is permitted to orally serve the superior Female, he’s released from all bondage, except his wrists of course. When not servicing, he’s kept in what I term severe restraint.
“Also, in the early days at Lady Constance’s mother’s estate, Boy was masturbated while his tongue serviced Lady Constance. This was eventually curtailed and in place of masturbation, I taught the young Lady to offer treats. As you can see, we keep Boy lean, and he’s always eager to earn a little doggie treat. It tastes terrible, but he knows that the nutrition is craved by his body. So as a young submissive in training, he pined for opportunities to exercise his tongue and earn temporary release and perhaps a doggie biscuit, if his efforts were deemed particularly attentive.
“Lady Constance took to her role so well. At first shy about having a male so close to her feminine parts, she quickly realized that the special contact lenses effectively keeps Boy blinded. Thus her bashfulness ended on the first day, when Boy was masturbated while permitted to lick and explore her genitalia.
“Later, more subtle forms of Dominance and submission were practiced. It became a common sight for certain neighbors to view the pretty, young Mistress of the manor running her naked plaything through the fields of the country estate. She regally sitting atop her large, white horse, Boy struggling to run behind at the end of a leash.
“As I stretched Boy’s scrotum more and more, his running became more amusing to the dilettante Dominant Constance. Watching Boy’s testicles bob about between his thighs and working his effeminate buttocks filled entire afternoons and made for interesting diversions, when Lady Constance had her young friends from school come for a visit.
“And all the exercise kept Boy in good condition. Good oral service requires the wind of a trained athlete. Every woman enjoys a certain rhythm when receiving service from the lips and tongue, and Boy was trained to find a satisfying cadence even if it meant holding his breath for inordinate periods. Boy learned to probe deeply with his tongue and eventually, as the stretching progressed, was trained to properly caress the rear crevice with his lengthened appendage.
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