“A dildo harness, Sam. The corset serves as an excellent garment for support. It leaves my large muscles unencumbered yet provides for the proper leverage.
“A number ten for this first occasion, Jamie. I would not want to tear the sphincter.”
I wonder if my gulp can be heard. Jamie returns to a cabinet and retrieves an enormous cylinder of black rubber. It is ‘U’ shaped with one end obviously designed to pleasure the feminine portal. Bumps, protrusions and ridges will tantalizingly knead the vaginal walls while the opposite end assaults the male anal opening.
Jamie gently slides the implement under the harness. The business end protrudes through a hole in the front. Ms. Hobson smiles pleasantly as her end glides into her sheath. Jamie moves to her rear and tugs to tighten the straps.
“I have quite the assortment. Each one designed with one end specifically for me, the opposing end designed to wreak havoc. I eventually took my late husband up to a number 16. His resistance to penetration was amazingly pleasurable for me. I think you’ve discovered that yourself, have you not Sam?”
“Yes, he has.”
Miss Elizabeth’s voice answers. She steps to my front, ravishing as always, wearing a white cotton halter and very short white cotton skirt. It appears she is about to play tennis.
“If he hadn’t, he would not have been introduced to Dr. Wilson.”
Both women laugh. Miss Elizabeth sits in the throne-like chair. When her knees part I can see her trimmed pudendum from my kneeling position. She wears no undergarments.
Meanwhile, Jamie has stepped onto the platform and I feel his fingers. He is lubricating my rectum.
“A little recreation for Jamie and me before you’re caned this evening Sam. I wanted Jamie to see that you’re being adequately punished for your transgressions.”
Well, I guess just watching on closed circuit television can lead to undesired aloofness.
“The camera captures the visual aspect very nicely. However, I want not only to see but to hear the anguish and smell the fear as well. And I can always review the videotape later.
“Here, Jamie.”
Having finished his task, the naked ingenue skips to his sitting Mistress. She unlocks the Prince’s Wand. I sense Ms. Hobson on the platform behind me. So many things rushing through my mind. I will be sodomized and my shame will be filmed and forever archived in Miss Elizabeth’s video files of blackmail.
“Spread your feet like a good boy, Sam.”
The giantess kneels behind me. Miss Elizabeth whispers in Jamie’s ear. I feel the tip of the dildo brushing about my gluteal cleft. Large feminine hands embrace my torso. I feel pinching on my nipples. Small metal vises... serrated. Ms. Hobson has one in each palm. She takes her time to ensure she has the tender pink flesh of the areola between the metal teeth.
“Just a little something to ensure your cooperation,” she casually suggests.
They hurt.
“Open for me, Sam. It’s best to ride with the penetration and not resist.”
I feel incredible pinching on my nipples as the dildo begins its journey. Miss Elizabeth lifts her skirt to display her fine sex to me. I feel Little Sam waggle, Then Jamie approaches and slides the little stool into position and stands before me. His little penis and golden balls are inches from my face.
“Jamie was very hurt by your assault Sam. Perhaps you can show some affection.”
Ms. Hobson both thrusts and tightens the metal vises. I open my mouth to cry out in pain and Jamie pushes with his hips. His tiny penis tip enters my mouth. Ms. Hobson pushes further and squeezes. I know to lick and to suck. I have no choice.
“Such a nice way to return Jamie’s kindness. I think you’ll find that Ms. Hobson’s phallus will adequately drain your prostate tonight. But we still will not deny you your caning.”
Miss Elizabeth’s words echo in my overloaded cortex. I hear Jamie giggle in the pleasurable grasp of my tongue and lips and Ms. Hobson grunt with a vigorous thrust. Her powerful grip suggests there is no escape. Her energetic motion suggests that her end of the dildo is nicely kneading her vaginal walls.
It is ironic that Jamie’s tiny withered penis provides more sensation than mine. Yet, I suck and swirl, imagining that it is Little Sam being so fervently serviced.
“You seem to have such affection for little Jamie, Sam. Could it be that the isolation, the inability to escape, the threat to the satisfaction of your libido, and the little kindnesses Jamie offers has spurred your unwarranted devotion?
“And such empathy... opening your backside to Ms. Hobson... the woman who fired you and now basks in the glory of your efforts at McDonald Bear. Very nice of you to provide her with the pleasure I’ve denied to you.”
Jamie’s tiny organ stiffens and steps from the stool and withdraws. In not being able to climax he seems to want to be with Miss Elizabeth, who can. He kneels between her thighs and his head tenderly lowers to begin to show his own oral devotion. Meanwhile, I bow my head and see a desensitized Little Sam freely giving up the abundant sperm produced by glands inundated by testosterone. Ms. Hobson’s thrusts away and her number ten dildo has found the mark, forcing from my prostate that which cannot be ejaculated. There is so little feeling, yet I strangely anticipate Ms. Hobson’s caning with relish.
“Perhaps you would consider offering Jamie a token of your affection, Sam... better termed two tokens. Dr. Wilson can be very quick... and your need to be caned will cease. At this point it really would not be much of a sacrifice. And it would so nicely modify your behavior. Studies have shown that an unusual psychological bond can form between castrate and castrator.
“Jamie graciously gave his to me, and look what devotion he shows...”
Yes, the Stockholm Syndrome.
THE END
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Female Submissive Erotica
The Last Pony Girl
The Incarceration of Jennifer
Prince Imay’s Palace
Lesbian Erotica – Ship of Remorse
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Lady Constance
Constancia Island
About Eve
A Gift From James
The Male Concubine
Interview With Mrs. Carlotta Fenwick
Behavioral Modification—Lessons From Constancia Island
Tales From the Estate
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