“But it was an amazing explosion, and the girls became speechless after their initial shouts.
“And I closely looked at Boy. Humiliated but satiated, I also detected some level of pride. Like a dog performing tricks for his Master.
“Yes. He was ready. Eager to please despite the embarrassment, the giggling, the cheers and the complete display of his naked form and intimate anatomy to girls his own age.
“It was then that I recommended to Lady Constance’s mother that we begin the chastity phase of his subservience. Two days later, I thoroughly emptied his sac while he knelt with is head between Lady Constance’s thighs with his marvelous tongue ardently working his Mistress’ genitalia. He has not experienced a true orgasm since, and he was trained from that point to earn a nice doggie biscuit for good service.”
[More water was applied. Mary finished with the electrolysis and was packing away the electrical device.]
“Boy needs to relieve himself, Mary. You know he needs a girl’s help.”
[How Jasmine knew his bladder was full was curious. But Mary returned to the special table with some additional make up and a broad smile.]
“Yes. Enjoy yourself. Just make sure the urethral opening is clear.”
[The young, right hand of Mary reached under Boy and took the tip of the narrow penis between her thumb and forefinger. It was evident that Jasmine had allowed her this privilege before, for she dexterously pulled back the foreskin as far as the wire allowed and whispered into Boy’s ear.]
“Go ahead, Boy. You’re going to be on the table quite awhile.”
[With Jasmine’s added words of encouragement, Boy’s bladder opened. Mary continued holding the appendage and amused herself by directing the flow. The utility of the table became evident as the excretion splattered onto the shiny surface then gathered into a channel in the middle and gently flowed to the drain at the rear. Just as Boy seemed to maximize the outpouring, Mary playfully gave the command to stop, and watched closely as the naked, restrained, helpless male struggled to curtail the flow.
After a devious pause, with Boy’s pronounced antics to hold back his fluid quite animated, Mary once again commanded him to relieve himself, only to once again give the stop command when the flow resumed.
I did not record all the starts and stops, but it was evident that Mary was very fascinated by the level of her control and authority over Boy. It seemed he reacted to the commanding voice of a female, without hesitation or forethought as to the circumstances or to whom the voice belonged.
After several minutes, Mary’s game ended when the last drops joined the stream in the middle of the table and began its journey to the drain. With a grateful smile toward Jasmine, she shook the flaccid penis of all remnants and released it in such manner as to make it swing between the well spread thighs.
Jasmine smiled back and squirted water unto the table in a simple but effective cleansing action.]
“OK, Mary. Do his scrotum and he’ll be ready for tonight’s guest.”
[Mary returned to the makeup she had brought to the side of the table. She opened a jar and with a small brush began to paint Boy’s scrotal sac with body makeup. It was a bright shade of red and Mary soon had the entire sac coated and matching Boy’s nails, lips and nipples.
It was a fascinating juxtaposition. After spending over an hour making Boy appear as effeminate as possible, this last touch seemed to highlight his maleness, drawing attention to that part of the anatomy that most distinguishes the genders.
When done, Mary also dabbed the body paint unto the tip of Boy’s penis further drawing one’s attention to the male organ.
I leaned over in my chair for a better view. Boy’s genitals appeared clownish. And when Mary dabbed blue spots on the right and left side of the lower abdomen with black slashes atop, there appeared to be a face on Boy’s midsection..., two blue eyes with black eye brows, the penis emulating a nose with a bright, red tip, and bright, red cheeks in the form of the hanging scrotum.
There was no need to hide my smile. Boy could not see me. And I wondered if he had any idea of how humiliating Mary’s handiwork made him look.
Jasmine noticed my reaction.]
“Yes. Lady Constance likes to show off Boy’s attributes. She’s thinking of having his tongue tattooed. But the color hasn’t yet been selected.”
[Jasmine returned to the preparation table and picked up a strip of cloth with several cords attached. When she held it between her hands, the cords hung down about a foot and had rings at the ends.]
“It’s Boy’s scrotal parachute. Custom made to firmly hold the sac and yet be comfortable. He’ll wear it for hours, and the cloth will not pinch the sensitive skin.”
[Jasmine touched the freely hanging scrotum and satisfied herself that the paint was dry. She then wrapped the cloth strip around the base of the sac just below the penis and folded over the ends, which adhered utilizing Velcro. Next she pulled up a cord from the winch at the rear of the table. A sturdy hook at the end of the cord was threaded through the half dozen rings on the smaller cords dangling from the parachute. With several turns of the winch, Jasmine tightened the large cord and Boy’s scrotum was slowly pulled back. It was quite a sight watching the massive bag of red flesh slowly unfold, and Jasmine mercilessly continued turning until the cord was taut and the sac was pulled far from the base of the penis.
Boy finally groaned in agony, Jasmine gave the winch another quarter turn and smiled.]
“Only a few hours until play time, Boy. Lady Constance will be very pleased with your pretty makeup.”
[Tears formed which Jasmine gently and professionally dabbed away with a gauze pad as she watered Boy’s tongue and inserted the straw into his throat.]
“I’m afraid the remainder of the day will appear to be somewhat boring, Doctor. Males in severe bondage are constantly monitored to ensure safety and that the torment is prolonged as much as possible. In stretching the tongue, it is important to keep it moist, as you’ve noticed, and Boy is not permitted to urinate without female supervision. So I stay nearby, sometimes reading sometimes just watching the agony slowly build. The stretching is wonderfully effective. It provides a level of torment that relentlessly accumulates. Just when Boy becomes accustomed to the pain, I give each winch a slight a turn. He knows I’ll never provide relief. He can only hope for Lady Constance, and when she calls for him, he’ll be as eager as a puppy to serve her.
“When Lady Constance wishes to introduce him to her guest, he’ll be released. I believe she’ll want him wearing a genital harness. It’s a simple belt worn around the waist and highlights the complete subjugation of the male. The flaccid penis is pulled upward and attached to the belt utilizing the infibulation wire. The testicles are pulled back between the thighs utilizing a modest strap encircling the base of the scrotum and attached to the back of the waist belt. As you can imagine it projects a very submissive image of the male and provides for a wonderfully depraved rear view of his gonads helplessly suspended between his buttocks. Mary’s makeup efforts should provide much amusement, and I’m sure Lady Constance’s guest will be pleased.
“So I await for Lady Constance to summon and occasionally check to make sure the pain is steady and constant. The winches are adjusted every half hour or so. So what appears boring to most, keeps me tremendously aroused. I wouldn’t trade my job for anything.”
[Mary packed her things and gave Jasmine a look of combined envy and admiration as she bid her adieu. I used her departure as a stopping point. The interview ended.]
Chapter Three
Flight to Europe
January 28, 1998
The trip over the Atlantic gives me time to reflect and add to the “Boy” chronicle.
The puffy, white clouds slowly sliding under the plane have a relaxing effect. My mind wanders a bit, then two other noteworthy contacts with Lady Constance come to mind, while she was in New York. With note pad nearby, I record my recollections.
After the intervi
ew, as I endeavored to leave Jasmine’s company, Lady Constance was entering the hotel room. With her was a well-dressed, distinguished looking gentleman who I judged to be in his early forties. The casual observer would assume he was a successful businessman perhaps with a pretty wife, a home in the suburbs and lovely children. Except this “suburban husband” held in his hand a leash, and the casual observer would be shocked to find the hooded but otherwise naked form of a genderless being at the other end.
Lady Constance introduced me and as requested his name shall remain unknown. But the leashed, gentle beast was called Chris, and it was never elucidated as to whether the diminutive was for Christopher or Christine.
The only opening in the smooth, black, shiny leather hood was at the mouth and nose, where a ring of sizable gauging deeply pierced the septum. There is where the leash attached, and Mr. Suburban used it to expertly guide Chris around the hotel room. It was evident that the naked android spent much time under the hood for “it” followed the slightest of tugs very carefully.
Chris’ arms and hands were encased behind the back in a single glove of matching black leather. I wondered whether the girl/boy was double jointed in that the single glove held the elbows incredibly close together which served to force forward the chest.
There, two nipples, cruelly clamped with small weights attached, adorned a hairless, smooth breastplate. The mammaries were small, if they could be termed such and further spurred the observer’s curiosity concerning gender. But when the eyes shifted downward in a final attempt to arrive at a conclusion, a triangular patch of matching black leather covered the pubes. Small bulges were discernible. But were they formed by a clitoris, freed by way of a circumcised hood, and protruding labia..., or by an underdeveloped penis and pusillanimous testicles? It was not possible to determine.
The legs provided no clues. Hairless. Effeminate, yes, but they could have belonged to a young male. The cruelty of Chris’ state of servitude is given further evidence by more rings. Mr. Suburban is ardent in his methods of restraint. For piercing the ankles between bone and Achilles tendon are thick stainless steel rings.
I had read of Roman slaves being pierced in such a manner. The advantage to such extremeness being that moderate but firm pressure instantly caused the calf muscles to painfully and spasmodically contract and cause the slave to collapse. Thus the strongest and largest of male slaves could be controlled by the most delicate of Roman noblewomen. And when the ankle rings were chained or otherwise restrained, attempts to resist the diabolical form of bondage were met with painful and continuous muscle spasms. Thus, a clever Mistress could ensure the docility of a recalcitrant slave by placing him in any desired position and be assured he would remain properly secured by the ankle rings.
An ancient diagram of a kneeling slave receiving a flogging from his smiling Mistress came into my memory. I remembered reading about the clever utility provided by the method of restraint. Any movement in reacting to the sting of the whip resulted in more pain from pressure on the encroached tendons and muscles. Thus, a mental game ensued where the slave endeavored to remain perfectly still while the Mistress was challenged to encourage him to thrash about and add to his own torment. I always wondered how far the superior Roman woman would go with her gamesmanship, for stroking certain well exposed parts of the male anatomy were sure to cause convulsive movements of the legs.
My recollection was interrupted when Mr. Suburban sat down, and Chris obediently knelt following the leash downward. I then noticed two more rings of similar size pierced each buttock. Judging from the circumference and the portion of the rings that were exposed to view, it appeared that the rings were deeply set into the epidermis. Obviously not casual piercings performed by the novice, I concluded that they were surgically implanted and just as with the ankle rings were designed to snare the gluteus maximus and thereby cause a similar spasmodic reaction when tugged.
Mr. Suburban’s devious smile and a telltale bulge in the front of his pressed slacks caused me to picture the kneeling Chris, forehead touching the carpet, single glove held high above by a cord, ankles secured well apart. Master’s firm hands grasp each buttock ring and Chris instantly opens for penetration. The muscles of the buttocks, normally able to assist the anus in denying sexual assault, helplessly part, with Chris succumbing to the inevitable and avoiding painful attempts to clench and resist Master’s grip on the rings.
Mr. Suburban unhooked the leash and a double “D” clamp was attached to the two ankle rings. With ankles attached and arms well restrained, Chris humbly knelt motionless and in blind silence.
“Do we still need these?” Mr. Suburban inquired, about the nipple clamps.
Chris’ head slowly shook, knowing that the removal of the clamps was the most painful part of the slow punishment. Still, he/she remained motionless as the right was removed and, after a measured pause allowing the rush of pain to subside, also the left.
“Sometimes Chris needs encouragement to better obey,” was the concluding comment, as the reddened areola slowly returned to its normal shape.
The inability to distinguish the gender of Chris was frustrating but deliberate. For a man with Mr. Suburban’s proclivities, the tight, lubricated rear aperture of the partially compliant plaything was the only attribute of consideration. And I had interviewed some sodomites who, although not gay, preferred the male backside and theorized that certain anatomical differences made their passage naturally tighter.
So, it was evident what delights Boy would be required to present to Lady Constance’s guest. And there was certainly no question as to his gender despite Mary’s extensive cosmetology.
Jasmine was called and she entered wearing her starched, white uniform. After greetings were exchanged, Lady Constance politely suggested that Jasmine chaperone Chris, while Mr. Suburban introduced himself to Boy.
“Jasmine gives an excellent massage,” was Lady Constance’s comment, and the vivid morning wrestling came to mind with Boy twisted like a pretzel on the floor of the special room.
After a nod from Mr. Suburban, Jasmine moved to the supine hermaphrodite and incredibly picked Chris up with just her left hand grasping the top of the single glove. Her right hand slipped under the leather pubes patch and Chris let out a load moan.
“Oh, my. Aren’t we going to have fun?” was Jasmine’s reaction.
“Please remove Boy’s wire before bringing him in, Jasmine. We’d like to watch him tumefy when he hears my voice.”
Jasmine nodded but seemed distracted. Whatever Jasmine’s hand discovered under the brief covering excited her, for without releasing Chris’s ankles Jasmine dragged the helpless form to the door. Whenever the restrained feet moved in attempting to achieve balance, the entrapped tendons caused the leg muscles to painfully spasm and Chris would lurch toward the floor. But Jasmine had a firm grip on the single glove, which held Chris up, but also caused more pain in the arms and shoulders as in falling they were awkwardly bent up and back.
The comical march resulted in Chris trying to hurriedly bunny hop to wherever Jasmine wanted to go despite whatever reservations about her intentions.
As the door closed behind them, Lady Constance turned to Mr. Suburban.
“Don’t worry. She’s very skilled with the strap on.”
I used the hour as an excuse to beg my leave. It was apparent that whatever activities were planned for Boy, they were intended for privacy.
The sunlight disappears quickly when flying eastward. The clicking of cabin lights interrupts my concentration, and I join the surrounding passengers, reach upwards and illuminate my darkening pad with a push of my finger. After a pause, I decide to record my last meeting with Lady Constance in more detail than originally intended.
The last New York contact with Lady Constance and Boy occurred about ten days after Jasmine’s interview. I had requested her assistance in arranging a visit to the clinic where Boy had under-gone his initial training. In a telephone conversation, Lady Constance suggested th
at I stop by the hotel and retrieve a letter of introduction and other documents, which would ensure a fruitful journey.
Jasmine answered my knock on the hotel room door. She smiled courteously, and I could not help thinking that the same smile appeared every time her powerful hands secured Boy’s stretching cords, or unmercifully tugged on a limb, or gently dabbed away the stream of tears after the winch was given an extra quarter turn.
It was late morning and Jasmine informed me that Lady Constance was awake but not yet ready to face the day. It seems with Royalty, very little effort was ever expended before lunchtime, and I therefore was not surprised when Jasmine led me into a huge bedroom where Lady Constance lay in bed covered by luxurious sheets.
What did surprise me was Boy’s presence. He was docilely hanging on a frame within reach of Lady Constance. It was either the same frame or an identical one to that upon which he hung at the start of Jasmine’s interview. He was not infibulated, and it was interesting how accustomed I had become to viewing the enormous erection pointing straight up with the gold trinkets seeming to support the bulbous purple head.
Boy was blindfolded with a thick, dark cloth, which also covered his ears. The bulges in the cloth indicated that something had also been inserted into his ears.
“He’s much more capable of holding his erection when he cannot see or hear,” was Lady Constance’s reaction to my inquiring gaze.
“Over the years, I have found it a most pleasant way to welcome the morning.”
She reached over and palmed the massive scrotum. Her brief bodice, which provided a moderate degree of modesty, failed to hide her right breast when she stretched out her arm. A most attractive and symmetrical nipple flashed into view, perched atop a perfectly rounded and firm mound of feminine flesh. Her touch caused Boy to twist ever so slowly on the free hanging frame. His penis seemed to waggle in response and with a smile she retracted her hand to right her garment and one again cover her mammary.
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