We step off and I follow my hostess to the side of the left pony.
“Kneel.”
Both simultaneously drop in response. The chariot tilts slightly downward and the ponies, formerly leaning forward at the waist to maximize their pulling efforts, right themselves in a practiced movement.
Lady Constance leans over and unhooks the massive phallus, secured to the small ring on the abdomen by the Prince Albert piercing. It is amazingly engorged. Despite the liberal application of the thin whip, to the nipples, scrotum and the penis itself, the human pony is tumefied.
Lady Constance kneads the left nipple with her left hand and toys with the pony’s penis with her right. The purple tip is oozing prostatic fluid as she coos indiscernible words of encouragement in his ear, and the massive beast struggles in his bonds to snuggle closer to his mistress. Amazingly, he seeks comfort in nuzzling the woman who has just unmercifully whipped his sensitive privates and pulled on his bridled head like a farm animal.
“As you can see, Doctor, my pony boys enjoy the touch of my whip and the pride of pleasing their mistress. Their fluid flows with abundance when they’re excited.”
As she speaks, Jasmine’s chariot passes by and stops ahead. She is standing with powerful legs well parted. A naked porter kneels at each foot, arms wrapped about her large thighs for support. Their heads are locked together and judging from the bobbing motion, there appears to be a rather vigorous contest to determine whose tongue can provide the most satisfying oral service.
Meanwhile, I turn back to see that Lady Constance has rescued the stiff manhood and is slipping the bits out of the mouths of her team. No sooner done, then the heads crane forward and hungrily lick Lady Constance’s breasts. She better positions herself and each pony mouth draws in a nipple and as much of her ample breasts as possible. Her fingers toy with their sore nipples and the ponies shuffle their knees closer and frottage their entrapped penises against her calves.
“The complete chastity does wonders for their behavior. They are as strong as oxen yet gentle as lambs. They’ll nuzzle and frottage until the penis bands get too tight, then they’ll begin to yelp and back away.”
I look down at the left pony to see that in fact the mammoth head has grown even further and yet is somewhat constricted by the metal band encircling the shaft just under the tip.
Lady Constance closes her eyes with the ecstasy, her nipples being so sensuously caressed by two giants, trained and whipped into complete submission, there to please not to be pleasured.
After several more moments, the left pony does indeed cringe in pain and pull away. Lady Constance laughs and moves her hand under the brief garment covering her pudendum. She returns it to the nose and lips of the whining pony. The fingers are wet with her essence and she coats his nose and lips, leaving the frustrated creature with a strong reminder of her feminine fragrance.
The right pony suckles a little more than similarly draws back in pain. Lady Constance also rewards his efforts with a moist reminder of her excitement.
A native girl steps from the front door. She is completely naked. With her short stature she appears very young, but large breasts indicate otherwise. Her short hair also makes her appear younger than her years. She smiles brightly at the lascivious scene and her teeth appear attractively bright juxtaposed against her smooth blemish free dark skin.
Lady Constance blindfolds her ponies and looks up to the pleasant native girl.
“Ah, Botana. They need to be watered, rubbed down and treated to some good-sized plugs. They’re standing nicely for me but need some draining.”
The young girl energetically steps forward. She releases the right pony from the chariot as Lady Constance does the left. When finished, the completely naked girl bends over and gathers up the four cords attached to the scrotal sacs. I cannot help but visually examine her as she does so. Her rounded buttocks have the most modest of fat layers and the muscles move in quite a sordid manner. The strong legs are obviously the result of fresh air, sunshine, and the ability to exercise daily in the sunny Caribbean weather, imbuing the cute young girl with a very firm, athletic but feminine figure.
She arranges the ends of the cords in her left hand, turns and walks. The cords become taut, the long scrotal sacs rise in response, and with the feeling of tension, the two ponies in turn rise from their knees and obediently follow the slight tugs. This young native girl leads away the two docile giants. Blindfolded, they step in unison, and it is an astonishing scene to see the figures of two powerful males being led about by their testicles, with a diminutive naked girl holding the leash.
We step toward the house. The porters rush ahead with my bags. I cannot help but notice moisture on their lips and around their mouths. Number two has a wet nose.
“Good sized anal plugs will help the ponies relieve their swollen prostates of all that fluid. Just a little treat for them after a good run.
“If you’d care to change and relax for awhile, Doctor, I have lunch planned for 1:00 p.m. by the pool. Dr. Reinhold will join us. I think you’ll enjoy meeting her.”
With my startled reaction to the name, I have no choice but to explain my response to hearing of the infamous Doctor Reinhold.
“No. You’ll meet her daughter, Helga. Emily Reinhold passed away years ago. But she did spend her final days here establishing many of our procedures and training Helga. A very talented woman.”
Chapter Five
Estovia is a large but simple house. Built of thick concrete to endure tropical storms, every room has large openings to the outdoors capable of being protectively shuttered in hurricanes. But when the weather is normal, one has the feeling of being ensconced within a tropical jungle, the trees, shrubbery and flowering vines just about engulfing the foundation and stucco walls. I imagine that an aerial view would show the structure to be nearly invisible, the 70 plus years of growing vegetation hiding all evidence of the late Baron’s incursion of the secluded island jungle.
There are many bedrooms. Each with a separate bath. Simple guest-rooms, one would conclude until, as suggested by Lady Constance, I open a door and an Asian girl silently steps from a small adjoining room. In accented English she suggests she is my maid and will help me unpack. But is she indeed a female? And as she moves about, attention is drawn to an impressively strong ankle bracelet and connecting chain.
Lady Constance is known to enjoy certain amusements and my maid appears to one of them. Her lithe body is covered only by a patch of coarse, abrasive cloth, held in place by way of small piercings on her lower abdomen and between her thighs. The breasts are underdeveloped and her hair is cut in a page boy style. There is no other hair to be found, as with most of Lady Constance’s charges.
Except for trimmed eyebrows, mascara, and curious ear rings, this maid, calling herself Ming could pass for a boy. But the patch covers the definitive area in terms of making an ultimate determination of gender.
And whatever is underneath, the patch must irritate considerably. A discernible mound hints at something, but whether it is a well developed mons veneris or the tightly bound scrotum and penis of a boy, the abrasive material must rub the sensitive area unmercifully.
Ming quietly unpacks my clothing and makes a point of drawing my attention to one wall where a thoughtful collection of corrective instruments hangs from various hooks. Along with whips, crops, canes, birches, etc., Lady Constance has included numerous clamps, plugs and phalli of assorted sizes.
Ming points to a large padded footstool where ‘she’ apparently finds herself on many given evenings. And indeed, in her broken English, it is further suggested that ‘she’ is well trained in providing oral service and accepting anal penetration.
Yes. An interesting touch. An androgynous sex slave and judging from Ming’s bound ankle, ‘she’ only services my room. When I follow the chain to its origin, I find that Ming is assigned to what is actually a small adjoining closet with no bedding and a most uncomfortable floor upon which to sleep. It is no
wonder she finds herself encouraging use of the toys and the padded footstool. Perhaps for her, it is an oddly acceptable alternative to a long, lonely sleepless night on a wooden floor.
Lady Constance has quite the devious mind. No matter the gender or sexual preference of her guest, he or she could easily find carnal uses for Ming. It causes my mind to wander. Sordid thoughts such as the tightness of the passage between Ming’s child-like buttocks flash into my imagination. And just how many guests have passed a pleasurable evening exploring it?
Cruelly, I find myself directing Ming back into her small closet. Lady Constance has planned a late lunch at the pool and a subsequent tour of the island. I need time to catch up on my notes and have much to record.
The notes for my paper are becoming voluminous. Hastily chronicling my trip from Germany, thoughts concerning just how I will craft an organized and informative treatise roll through my subconscious. The American Society for Behavior Modification has high standards and although I have endeavored to gather much background material to best portray the methods, both mental and physical, by which Lady Constance manifests her dominance, self doubt rears itself concerning my abilities to sort through all I have gathered.
After a time a knock on the door brings my thoughts to the present. Porter number two calls out to indicate that I am expected at poolside for luncheon. I drop my pen, realizing that I need to change to more casual attire, and not wishing to delay anything planned by my demanding hostess, I immediately undress and don a casual shirt and shorts.
Chapter Six
I saunter through the house headed for the pool area, appearing as best I can to be insouciantly examining the artwork and various artifacts along the way. Understated but elegant in its simplicity, everything is as one would expect in a Caribbean vacation home. Except..., there are numerous eye hooks deeply set into the concrete wall and ceiling of every room and hallway. The sturdy rings of steel are similar to the one, which secures Ming in my closet. I cannot help but envision the utility of the protuberances..., some well bound lad hooked by his collar, forced to stand on toes and helplessly wait for his mistress to return and mercifully release him before his leg muscles surrender to exhaustion or his penis concedes to the urges of his bladder.
Arriving at the pool, I am greeted by Lady Constance, Dr. Reinhold and the sight of half a dozen males. Lady Constance wears a silk shawl which covers her shoulders and part of her breasts. Dr. Reinhold is in a medical uniform. The males are naked, harnessed and suspended.
“Hello, Doctor. Meet Dr. Reinhold. She takes care of our medical needs here.”
The good doctor is in her fifties. A dour woman, she is quiet and plain, her lack of pulchritude accentuated by drab medical attire. I always wonder, when introduced to such women, if early adolescent experiences of rejection set their demeanor and psyche, for I cannot picture her with a fulfilling social life and normal interaction with the male gender. Yes, I can fully understand Dr. Reinhold’s decision to concede all hope of developing her interpersonal skills and instead turn her attention to the rigors of medical school. And then there is the question of the influence of her mother...,
My brief analysis is interrupted by an exchange of pleasantries with her indicating an interest in reading my paper when completed.
“I’ve been a member of the American Society for Behavior Modification for many years. Of course my methods are considered experimental and rather avant-garde so I don’t have much communication with the research committee...”
More like extreme and harsh, I think silently. But again I remind myself that my role is to observe. And rather than engage in debate, the enticing sight of the well-bound males, completely suspended from stanchions surrounding the pool, awaits explanation.
Porter number one appears with a tray of canapés, fresh fruit and a very light cheese. We indulge and Lady Constance signals an end to the social exchange by suggesting that Dr. Reinhold show the latest group of acquisitions from the clinic.
“Start from the beginning for the benefit of our visitor, Helga.”
The doctor nods and we stroll along the side of the pool toward the first young male. He hangs from a thick metal pole with a short horizontal piece jutting forward at the top toward the pool. His legs are bent at the knees and his feet are drawn up behind him as are his hands and arms. An interesting once piece harness, with a sturdy waist belt and broad straps between well spread thighs, secures his wrists and ankles. The level of his head is held just below Lady Constance’s shoulder. He is hooded with openings only for the nose and mouth. A stiff leather collar immobilizes his head.
The harness appears curiously comfortable with all support straps connected to a large steel ring in the back. It is by this ring that the young lad hangs from a strong chain, which runs to the horizontal piece overhead. He swings ever so slightly, possibly as a result of the wind, or perhaps from muscle movement, however constrained he is.
The design of the harness leaves the genitals not only exposed but somewhat thrust forward due to the position of the feet and ankles. The chest is likewise presented due to the position of the hands and arms and a pair of pink nipples invites mischief.
As we approach, Dr. Helga reaches into her uniform pocket and retrieves a pair of latex gloves.
“This young brute was arrested in Denmark for sexual assault. Amazing how young they start. Seems he was disrespectful to the judge and rather than merely sentence him to a year in jail and a life of recidivism she had him whisked away to the clinic. Well, Dr. L------ at the clinic did a good job but his penis size is just moderately large. No buyers would pay a premium. So here he is.”
Dr. Helga pauses. She stands to the naked male’s side, reaches behind him with her left hand, and begins stroking his phallus with the other. It is a very mechanical technique, but the desired results are achieved. The red tip of the uncircumcised penis begins to emerge from the frenulum and the shaft stiffens. There can be no doubt that the fingers of the left hand have penetrated the sphincter and are stimulating the prostate.
“He’s been scanned and measured, Lady Constance, and awaits your decision.”
“Can you explain that to our visitor, Doctor.”
“Yes, of course. Forgive me.
“We have quite the medical facility here on Constancia, due to the generosity of our munificent leader. You’ll probably see it later today.
“When an acquisition arrives, he is thoroughly measured including all body parts, especially the penis, both flaccid and erect. And not only is he evaluated externally but internally as well by way of magnetic imaging. We also have access to Dr. L------’s files which as you are aware contain a very thorough psychological profile. And from all this we can assist Lady Constance in determining what function the acquisition will fulfill here on Constancia and thus what degree of banding will be suitable.”
I was about to ask for clarification on the banding procedure when Lady Constance interjected.
“You may wish to detail your mother’s banding procedure, Helga.”
“Yes. I apologize. You may be aware of some of my mother’s work, but her development of banding the male appendage was her crowning achievement in male behavior modification. Most of her later years were spent here on Constancia perfecting the procedure. And with unlimited funding, I may add, thanks to the Esterhoven family.
“You see, mother learned over her years that much male behavior is rooted in the penis, the ability to tumefy, and subsequently ejaculate. Control those simple functions and you control the male. But how can that be done? By one of these.”
Dr. Helga had stopped stroking when full tumescence was achieved. Her left hand continued its penetration, but her right had slipped into her pocket and retrieved a circular metal band. It is quite similar to those seen on the penises of the porters and ponies.
“Very expensive. Made of nickel cobalt, which is the same alloy used for artificial knees and hips. Therefore the human body readily accepts the material. We have
a machine which can make these to specifications within a thousandth of an inch.”
She hands me the object. At last I can examine one up close.
“The diameter and the teeth inside must be precise, as well as the porous ridges and furrows.”
Yes. The teeth. Residing on the inside diameter they are sharp and nasty. And the remaining inside surface is indeed porous, not smooth like the outside surface.
“Years of trial and experimentation. Based on a male’s measurements, we can now band the penis to completely prohibit erection, or allow for a modest degree of tumescence, or as with Lady Constance’s prize ponies, permit close to full erection. The diameter of the band and the size, spacing and sharpness of the teeth are the determining factors. In all cases, normal ejaculation becomes painfully impossible. The porters are tightly banded with many sizable sharp teeth on the inside. For the first few weeks after banding, attempts at achieving erection were most painful for them. The slightest engorgement caused the teeth to bite. Over time, they became essentially physically impotent. But since their hormones are flowing abundantly their desire to serve becomes a substitute for sexual gratification. Such base desire we can discern from their psychological profiles.”
Lady Constance joins the explanation.
“You know my penchant for control. My males tumefy only at my behest.”
“Well, Lady Constance, this young brute is 7 inches fully erect. Weighs 150 pounds. Stands 5 foot 8 inches. As you can see, the clinic did its usual thorough job in depilating him. But his file reveals a resistance toward servitude. His attitude and his lack of size made him unmarketable.”
Lady Constance turns her full attention to the helpless hanging young male. She smoothes her hand over various muscles, diddles the underside of his erection and laughs when he struggles against his bonds in reaction. After a moment she makes a decision.
“Don’t care much for sex offenders, Helga. I want him tightly banded. The usual nipple piercings. Send his measurements to the blacksmith shop for a permanent steel yoke. Make it heavy with wrists well separated for this young tough. A couple of years at the power plant will improve his attitude. Send a note to Salina that she is free to pierce and stretch as she sees fit.”
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