After Judy dropped me out of O-Mode and went home, Diane told me to eat the dinner she gave me and go to my room. When I got there, it was still only 6:00 PM, so I calculated I had seventeen hours of anticipating what it was going to be like to be whipped and sexually controlled by Judy the next day. Now that she was a frequent user of my Keycode, I was completely in her power -- I'd obey any order she gave me. It scared me to think about it.

I tried to think of some way I could influence Judy so she wouldn't whip me as hard as she could, and it struck me there might be a real chance! Judy had always seemed to be very considerate of people's feelings, and I thought I might be able to convince her to reduce the pain setting on the wand if I was careful to appeal to that part of her social makeup. I didn't think I'd be able to talk her out of controlling me sexually though; she looked like she was looking forward to that part when Diane mentioned it in the kitchen! Her reaction surprised me, since I'd always thought Judy was too conventional to be into any aspect of S&M, but at least sexual control wasn't painful. I knew I was unnaturally shy for a guy, though, and thinking about that part made me shiver with embarrassment.

I was back in No-Sex, so I couldn't masturbate and get my mind off what was going to happen, and it was worrisome that the scenarios I was picturing gave me no physical response. Diane had given me a compulsion not to speak to her unless there was some kind of emergency, so I sent her email asking that the homebrain put me in Rest Mode when I got in bed so I'd be able to sleep. I don't remember anything after I lay down in bed a little after ten, so she must have done what I asked.

Saturday morning I took a thorough bath, trying not to think of why I wanted to be so clean. Then I was on tenterhooks until it was time to start to Judy's house. As soon as I stepped out the front door I felt horny again, and it got worse as I walked. I couldn't take a detour and find someplace to do something about it because I had a compulsion to go directly to Judy's house at eleven. Diane had made me bring the punishment wand I'd bought to give to Judy, and I was carrying it in a paper bag so nobody on the street would see it. But I couldn't stop thinking about how Judy was going to use it on me, and I became more and more apprehensive as I approached her house.

I rang Judy's door chime with my left hand in my pocket to hold back my erection, and she came to the door wearing shorts and a cut-off shirt. In my excited state she looked exactly like one of my fantasies about her, a Young Betty Page character. The sight was kind of wasted on me though, since I was so embarrassed I could barely raise my eyes from the floor to look at her properly.

Judy told me to come in, and as soon as she shut the door Diane's orders made me pull the punishment wand out of the paper bag and offer it to her. She accepted it with a smile, and I could feel my face radiating heat.

"Are you able to talk, David, or can you only answer questions?"

"I'm . . . only allowed to answer questions," I answered.

Judy said something and I felt a discontinuity that I recognized as a short period in deep O-Mode.

"OK," she said. "You can speak now. Tell me how you feel about everything that's been happening."

This was my chance to talk Judy into going easy on me! I pretended to stagger a bit, then spoke in a rush.

"Can we go and sit down and talk for a minute, Judy? Please? I really need to sit down!"

"Sure," Judy said quickly, looking concerned. Good start! She led me out of the foyer into the front room, what she calls her entertainment room. I sat down in the chair she pointed to, then started nerving myself up to be as convincing as possible. My embarrassment decreased as I concentrated on what I needed to say, and I looked up to meet Judy's eyes before I started speaking, trying to project sincerity.

"Look, Judy," I began in a low, cautious tone. "You know we've been friends a long time. I've been here in your house a lot, and I always liked you . . ." I suddenly wondered if Judy knew I'd fantasized about her when I stroked off, and I flushed and lost my voice for a second, but I forced myself to continue. "And I thought you liked me too. Isn't that right?"

I paused, waiting for her answer. This was the hook! If she related to me on a social level now, I was halfway there!

"Yes, David, I do like you. You're pretty conceited, but that never bothered me too much."

That wasn't a great answer from my standpoint. The part about being conceited wasn't something she'd normally say, and she sounded a little skeptical somehow. I also noticed she was calling me "David" instead of "Davey" as she normally did. That was worrisome too, since Ms Fechtenbaum always called me "David". But at least she HAD said she liked me!

"I have to depend on that now, Judy," I said. "I'm in a terrible position. Diane has given you all this power over me -- uh," I had trouble choking it out, " . . . put you in charge of my discipline training. But you weren't my psychological agent until yesterday, and I have to hope that our friendship still means enough that you're not going to start acting like a Warlord and causing me a lot of pain just because you have the power to do it!"

There, I thought I'd made that pretty convincing for someone as social as Judy. Unfortunately, she didn't sound convinced when she spoke again.

"O-Mode. What did you hope to accomplish with what you just said, David?"

"Uh," I needed to think of a true answer that wouldn't sound too much like an attempt to manipulate her, and I had to answer quickly. "I was trying to talk you into reducing the severity of my punishment."

Judy got a distant look, and I could see muscles moving in her throat, so I assumed she was communicating with the discipline tutorial Diane had told me about. Finally, she looked up to ask another question.

"If our positions were reversed and you were in charge of my punishment, describe what you'd do about it."

What a terrible question!!! I never struggled so hard against answering truthfully under O-Mode in my life!

"Aghhh . . ." I made a strangling noise, then couldn't resist speaking. "I'd whip you . . . until you were bawling! And then I'd give you two or three more whipping rounds just as hard, with rests in between to let you get sensitive again, until your bottom was so sore you'd do anything to get out of more whipping! Aghhh . . . and then I'd have you tell me things I could do to embarrass you, and make you beg me to do them to you instead of being whipped again! And, Aghh . . . then after putting you through some embarrassment games I'd tantalize your pussy and play a game of frustrating you . . . until you were pleading with me to put my cock in you . . . I'd make you beg me to do anything I wanted if I'd just let you come."

When I finally came to an end of what I'd do to Judy, I was so scared that I wanted to jump up and run out of the house, an impossibility in O-Mode, of course! The punishment I'd described grew out of the fantasies I'd had about Ms Fechtenbaum's whipping and what I'd learned since about reward-avoidance training. I expected Judy to be furious about what I'd just said, especially since she knew O-Mode made me completely truthful, so the mean punishments I'd just said I'd do to her were absolutely accurate.

"And why would you enjoy doing all those mean things to me, David?" Oddly, Judy didn't sound as angry as I'd expected.

But I still had to answer another question. "I'd enjoy it . . . sexually," I answered reluctantly. "It would . . . turn me on to punish you like that, to, uh, control you and paddle you and make you plead with me."

Judy suddenly got a mean smile on her face. "And it will turn me on to punish you like that too, David. I'm going to enjoy it sexually putting you in that position."

I must have looked shocked, because Judy suddenly giggled. "What's the matter, David? Haven't you ever heard that women are people too? Why shouldn't I enjoy having you in my power and punishing you if you enjoy doing it to me? You're very attractive, you know. I've fantasized about you lots of times, just like you've fantasized about me! And you're not the only one who's had some BAD SOMA Virtual Encounters!"

I was stunned to hear Judy talk this way! I'd always thought she was so proper that I'd even been afraid to ask her for sex, because I thought she might get offended! But surprised or not, I found myself responding erotically. What Judy was saying played into submissive fantasies about reward-avoidance training I'd had for the last three months, and I suddenly had X-rated pictures running though my head about Judy whipping me and making me beg for sex.

"Drop O-Mode," Judy said. She sounded brisk now, ready to start my punishment, and I felt my fear of being whipped return. Maybe I could salvage something now that I could talk again! I was still pretty sure Judy was too social to actually enjoy causing me severe pain.

"Wait, Judy, please!" I blurted. "If you enjoy punishing me and, uh, stuff, I can get turned on by that too as long as it isn't TOO hard! Can you just take it a little bit easy on me like in BAD SOMA, so I can sublimate it? I mean you can still have fun and make me beg, right? Then when you feel I've, uh, learned my lesson, maybe we can both get off together!" I could feel how hot my face was as I made that last suggestion, but it was clear that Judy was a lot less demure than I'd thought, and I wanted to make this idea appealing to her. I was getting very excited again thinking about the situation I'd just proposed, and I tried to control my breathing as I waited for Judy's answer. She had that distant expression again, and it was taking a long time.

"I would have been happy to do what you're suggesting before Diane hired me," Judy finally answered. "In fact, I was worried about taking on this job, because I knew I'd get turned on punishing you, and I didn't want to cause anyone pain for selfish motives. But I've spoken with Linda Fechtenbaum since then, and examined your memories in Deep O-Mode, and my discipline tutorial evaluator makes it clear that you badly need this training! You've been acting like you're trying to grow up to be a criminal or something! Other people's feelings hardly real seem to you! You never gave a moment's thought to how Diane felt while you were controlling her yesterday, not even after you left her Arousal rating at 89 for minutes after she reached orgasm. You just dropped her to zero so fast because you were afraid you might get in trouble!"

"But look," I said, beginning to feel kind of desperate. "If you go easy on me, I promise to give you my full cooperation about trying to change the way I act! That has to be worth some concession." I was projecting sincerity as hard as I could, and meant what I said about cooperating. For a while anyway.

"Stop trying to manipulate me, David! I know how much your cooperation is worth!" Judy's voice suddenly had a snap in it, and I quailed. None of my arguments were having the effect I wanted!

"Besides, I think I'll be able to get your cooperation without making any concessions," Judy continued in a musing tone. "The tutorial I'm interacting with directs your training in a general way, but I have a lot of discretion. I can certainly give you extra whipping if I think you haven't been cooperating with me." Her voice suddenly turned a little mean, "You DO want to cooperate with me, don't you David?"

I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Yes, Judy," I answered. I could hear my voice trembling.

"I think you need to practice cooperating with me by doing what I tell you without making me use O-Mode. If you don't do what I tell you, I'll take that into account later. I expect you'll be quite sore at the end of your whipping for what you did to Diane, so you really won't want any extra slaps!"

Judy paused a moment to let that sink in, then put the snap in her voice again, "Are you going to do what I tell you?"

"Yes," I choked out.

"Then let's start!" she said, sounding eager all of a sudden. "First, take all your clothes off!"

I'd been expecting an order like that, so I quickly started taking off my shirt, then my shoes and socks. But once I started unbuckling my pants, I was flushing heavily and moving more slowly.

"Come on, David! You're getting punished! Don't make me wait for this! Any time you hesitate doing what you're told from now on, you'll get extra slaps!" Judy's voice sounded gloating. "I'd say you're up to three extra already!"

I forced myself to finish quickly, taking off my pants and underpants within a few seconds. Then I couldn't figure out how to hold myself. I was squirming with embarrassment, trying to find a way to stand that would make my erection less prominent, impossible while it was standing up at a sixty degree angle this way. Judy gave me a long smiling look with her hands on her hips, then told me to stand still and walked all around me, making teasing remarks.

"You look very cute this way," she said. "And I think you're quite excited, am I right? Your penis doesn't always stand up like that? Very pretty! And you have such a cute butt, too! It'll be such a nice target for the punishment wand!" My face was so hot it felt sunburned, and I closed my eyes to shut out Judy's gloating face when she came in front again.

"Come on, David," Judy said suddenly. "Walk with me into the exercise room."

I opened my eyes and followed Judy, trying to avoid getting even more excited by her rear view in shorts. She looked over her shoulder at me a few times and I quickly learned to step carefully, so my erection wouldn't bob up and down. When we reached the next room I saw the positioner, just like the one in Ms Fechtenbaum's office, and I began to feel physically sick, dreading what was coming next.

"Get into the positioner now," Judy said, watching me carefully. I surprised myself then by bursting into tears, my dread about what was going to happen translating into misery, and I heard myself pleading with Judy not to whip me in the positioner. But she seemed unimpressed with my pleading.

"You've earned three more slaps for hesitating! Do you want to try for six?"

I cried louder, but did what I'd been told. I stepped up into stirrups of the positioner, then knelt into the things that looked like shin guards, and lay forward. Once again I fell into the crouching posture I remembered, with my knees bent and my behind in a high exposed position, my legs and upper body draping down at the front and back, my arms bent at the elbow with my hands just below my shoulders, as if I were starting pushups.

After I was in position, I felt the restraints clicking into place around me, and the platform rose a few feet. I got a mental picture of how helpless and vulnerable I must look to Judy. My erection was protruding down between the thin surfaces of the leg rests, where she could reach out and stroke it if she wanted. And she really might do that in a little while! That was probably part of the sexual control!

Judy walked up beside me and did something to rotate the platform, raising my upper body until my knees were straight down under me as if I was kneeling on the shin guards. My torso was resting horizontally on the upper part of the positioner, and my behind was right at the level of Judy's shoulders, a nice straight tennis swing with the punishment wand.

My crying reached a new volume, and I started begging Judy not to whip me as hard as Ms Fechtenbaum had. I wasn't putting on any kind of act either -- I was rigid with fear.

"I won't be whipping you as hard as Linda did," Judy said, suddenly sounding a bit sympathetic. "But don't get your hopes up! It'll be hard enough to leave you good and sore, so you'll learn to cooperate!"

Then I felt a slap on my behind, not very hard, and I remembered how Ms Fechtenbaum started with warm-up slaps. The slaps built up quickly, and I was soon pleading with Judy. Then I heard the little beep from the wand that I remembered, and a pause that let me know what was coming.

I shrieked when I got the first full slap, and then again with the second. Judy was spacing them out slowly, just as Ms Fechtenbaum had, about one every three seconds, and by the fourth or fifth I was wailing a lot of the time, with a shriek every time I got a new one. The whipping seemed to go on a long time, and I was bawling like a baby near the end.

After Judy stopped, I went on bawling for a minute or so before I was able to calm down. Then Judy told me she was going to go do something else for a while and walked away, leaving me helpless in the positioner. I knew she'd be back soon, when my behind became more sensitive again.

After a minute, it felt like my buttocks were being stung by a hive of bees, the returning sensitivity I remembered from Ms Fechtenbaum's office, and I started crying quietly again as I thought about getting another whipping round. I was actually kind of surprised at how vulnerable I felt. The whipping Judy had just given me was noticeably less painful than the one I'd had from Ms Fechtenbaum -- it still hurt a lot, but I should have been able to keep from bawling like a baby at the end! I was humiliated to feel so vulnerable in front of Judy!

I suddenly realized how horny I was. I had a terribly sensitive erection, obviously caused by the punishment wand sex-surge, and it was torture not to be able to do something about it. My excitement reached a peak and slowly fell off over the next few minutes, until I was able to think about other things. I looked around the room as best I could, and saw a few tall mirrors on the wall in front of me. I felt a new wave of humiliation as I saw the reflection of my upper body on the positioner, red-faced and miserable looking.

My thoughts were interrupted as Judy walked up to the positioner again. I immediately started begging her to let me out of more whipping, but she interrupted.

"O-Mode. Tell me how you compare the whipping I'm giving you to the one you got from Linda."

"It's . . . clearly not as hard," I answered. Then, because I had to say something about how painful it felt, I added, "But it still hurts a lot!"

"Do you think the whipping you're getting now is traumatic?"

"N-No," I answered slowly. I couldn't think of anything to add to that.

"OK," Judy said, "Drop O-Mode. I'm going to start the second round now. Remember that you're being punished for what you did to Diane, and that means you have a hundred and twenty slaps coming, the most you can get in a single reward-avoidance session. So far, you've only had thirty-five." There was a slight pause, and then she added, "And I'll tell you the reason you feel so vulnerable right now, David. I don't want you to hang tough through this, so I've adjusted your Pain Sensitivity Mode setting to child level."

Now I understood why I was reacting like a kid getting whipped, but it didn't change anything about how I felt, and I started pleading again. Judy just ignored me and began my next round. I started shrieking when the slaps reached full strength, and this time I was bawling less than halfway through the round. I felt much more sensitive now, with my behind already sore.

When the whipping round ended, I kept bawling my lungs out for another minute or so. I finally managed to draw a shaky breath, and Judy told me to think about what I'd done and why I was getting whipped, then said she'd be back when I was sensitive again. During the second rest period, I was constantly aware of the time, and when I could expect Judy to come back; it was pretty much all I could think about. I cried quietly as I felt returning sensation in my behind, and only got my mind off it for a few minutes when I felt the post-whipping arousal again. I thought Judy must be using a very high sex-surge setting on the wand to make me this excited between rounds.

I was angry now. I suspected Judy was making my whipping as severe as possible for this kind of training, getting turned on by making me bawl and leaving me so horny. I tried to imagine some way to get revenge, but of course that was very unlikely with Judy a frequent user of my Keycode..

When I heard her walk up to the positioner again, I started crying, begging her not to whip me anymore, promising to do anything she said if she'd just let me out of the positioner. I sounded pathetically eager to degrade myself to escape more whipping.

"You've had seventy slaps so far, David, and you have fifty more coming. Have you been feeling intimidated by your whipping so far?" Judy asked. "Are you motivated to do what I tell you?"

"Yes, Judy. Please! I'll do anything you say!"

I felt three slow slaps at full whipping strength, one after another, and I was shrieking right away. My butt cringed when the fourth would have come, but when it didn't I still continued bawling for several seconds before I could control myself.

"I don't want you to call me Judy anymore," she said in a strict-sounding voice. Then she added, as if she'd just thought of it, "Not during punishment sessions anyway. I want you to continue to call me Judy when you're not being punished, but when I'm punishing you, I want you to address me as Ma'am."

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered in an abject voice. "I promise I'll do anything you say!"

"Good," she said. "Don't forget!" And she swung the wand against my ass again, making me shriek. I suddenly realized that Judy was acting the same way Ms Fechtenbaum had at the end of my session, and I felt a sudden hope through my pain that I might be coming to the end of my whipping, if taunting me like this was some kind of climax!

"Now another thing I feel strongly about," Judy said in an angry voice that made me cringe, "Is that I want you to stop lying to manipulate me! It's not going to work, because I'll always know when you're lying to get your way!"

Judy gave me another slap with the wand, and I shrieked again.

"I can hardly count the number of times you've lied today, David, but I don't ever want to hear you lie to me again!"

"I promise," I pleaded. "Please! I promise I won't!"

"Well let's see, I suppose I should go over some of the objectionable things you've done since you arrived and punish you for them.

"Please, Ma'am!"

Judy started listing my infractions and giving me three slaps for each one, yelling over my bawling to make herself heard. She began with how I'd pretended to be weak when I first arrived, then how I'd tried to play on her social feelings to get her to go easy on me, and so on. At the end she gave me three slaps for hesitating to get in the positioner. It took me a few minutes to quiet down and catch my breath when she finally stopped. Then she spoke again.

"So, are you getting the idea, David? I don't want you to lie to me from now on. Can you remember that?"

My butt tensed up, expecting another slap, but it didn't come.

"Yes, Ma'am," I moaned, in a tearful voice. "Please, I promise I won't." I was so intimidated I used the trick I'd learned in first-year mental training where I internalized my resolution to do whatever Judy said without thinking, so even under O-Mode I'd confirm I was trying to cooperate as much as I could!

"Good," Judy answered. "And I don't want you to hesitate to obey any orders of mine again."

My buttocks tightened reflexively, and I answered that I was sorry and from now on I wouldn't hesitate to do whatever Judy told me.

Judy paused for a moment, then said, "OK. Now I suppose I'll have to give you the rest of your whipping in a few minutes. Do you have anything you want to say or any questions you want to ask at this point?"

"Please, Ma'am," I begged, "Don't whip me anymore!"

"That's another thing I want you to stop doing," Judy said, "repeating your requests over and over. I'm not going to stop until I'm finished, and I don't want you trying to put pressure on me!" After a pause, she added, "Well, I suppose I won't hold it against you if you say "Please!" or something when I'm about to whip you, but no more repetitive requests to get me to do something. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am! I'm sorry! I'll stop doing it!"

"OK, now I'm giving you a bit of time off here. Do you have any questions?"

I couldn't think of anything for a minute, then I thought of an important question.

"Would you please tell me, Ma'am, how many slaps I still have coming?"

"I told you before," Judy answered. "You had 120 coming and you've had seventy, so you have to get fifty more."

"But, please, Ma'am!" I started crying again but continued talking through it. "You've whipped me a lot since you told me I was up to seventy. Please, doesn't that count?"

"Oh, no," Judy said. "Those slaps were punishments for things you did during the session, lying to me and so on. They don't take away from the punishment for what you did to Diane!"

I continued crying. I couldn't even plead with Judy now that she'd warned me against repetitive requests. But then she spoke again in a thoughtful tone of voice.

"Of course, I suppose I could punish you in other ways. Tantalize and humiliate you, the way you were planning to do to me. Do you want me to do that to get out of some of your whipping?"

"Yes, please, Ma'am," I answered immediately. "Please use any humiliating punishment you want, just so I don't have to get whipped anymore." I gave a little hiccuping sob. "I'll do anything you say. Please."

That was what Judy wanted me to say, of course. She was duplicating what I said I'd do to her, making me beg for humiliating punishments instead of more whipping. I'd thought it was a sexy idea when I fantasized about doing it to Judy, but it didn't seem at all erotic in my current situation. Still, I felt so sore by now, so intimidated by the pain of being whipped, that I was eager for any alternative, no matter how humiliating. In fact, when Judy didn't say anything in response to my offer, I worried that she wasn't going to give me a chance to take the alternative punishment after all. But I stopped myself from asking for it again, afraid I'd be given more slaps for being repetitive.

"All, right," Judy finally said. "If you're sure that's what you want."

I saw Judy walk across the room to open a chest of drawers and take out something that looked like a small silver ball. When she returned to the rear of the positioner I lost sight of her, and I realized I was feeling sexually excited again from the whipping I'd just had. Suddenly I felt something touch my skin, high on my inner thigh, and almost instantly it seemed to flow, like quicksilver, up into my crotch, settling in the crack in my ass, and around my erect cock. I made a startled noise, but whatever it was didn't move any more after that. It just felt like I was suddenly wearing an athletic retainer made of warm taffy that filled all my crevices down there. Of course I was anxious to know what Judy was doing, but I didn't want to ask and maybe get more slaps with the wand.

Judy didn't say anything for awhile, but a minute or so later the taffy suddenly seemed to harden a little. It felt like my cock was enclosed in some sort of restrictive sheath, and I felt something like a small rubber nipple inserted in my rectum. The sensations felt exciting, making me want to thrust my hips to rub against the sheath around my cock, but when I moved the small distance possible in my restraints the sheath moved with me.

Judy spoke again: "That's a Hubba-2 I've put on you, David. I know you're familiar with the earlier Hubba-Hubba, and this is the latest model. Is it making you feel sexy?"

"Ohhh," I moaned, unthinkingly trying to play on Judy's sympathy, "Yes, Ma'am, it's really frustrating."

"You're lying, David!" Judy announced. She gave me three slow swats with the wand and I was shrieking again.

After I stopped, Judy said, "You'd better not lie to me again, or I won't stop with just three slaps. Now answer my question about whether the Hubba is making you feel sexy."

I tried to be as accurate as I could this time. "Yes, Ma'am, a little bit. It feels like my, uh, penis is, uh -- enclosed in some kind of sheath, so I want to rub against it. But it moves with me so I can't feel any friction and, uh, it feels like it's doing something in my . . . rectum." I felt embarrassed describing this, but I didn't dare hold anything back.

"And now it feels like my penis is being dipped in ice water, or something," I continued nervously as I noticed a new sensation. "Or at least my, uh, testicles feel cold. But I still feel, uh -- just as aroused as before."

Judy was quiet for a moment, maybe talking to the tutorial, then explained that the Hubba was improving the circulation in my testicles with a cold treatment, to forestall any pain from continual erection. I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't the start of some new torment.

I suddenly felt the positioner moving my body into a new configuration, bringing me to a reclining posture, nearly straight. I noticed I now had some freedom to move my hips up and down, and guessed what was coming next. When Judy moved close to me and I felt her hand touch my cock under the positioner, I was instantly galvanized, thrusting my hips to increase the contact, humping and groaning with excitement! I felt Judy's fingers moving on my erection in some sort of rhythmic, pulsing grip that was more exciting than any contact I'd ever felt, even with advanced peripherals. Then something that felt like Judy's fingernails started scraping across my sore behind, causing a perverse erotic thrill, and I could feel the nipple in my rectum become longer and thicker and start to move insistently, twisting in and out with a sexy, slippery feeling. Pretty soon I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom, but the feeling was all mixed up with intense sexual arousal.

After a minute or so Judy stepped away from me, but I could still feel what seemed like her fingers pulsing against my cock, and all the other sensations. It continued as I got closer to climax, until I was so excited it felt like I was HAVING a climax, but there was still an overriding understanding that I wasn't there yet. The sexual excitement kept escalating, and I realized I was experiencing a totally new spectrum of sensation! Beginning with the strongest feeling I'd ever had during climax, it moved to more and more intense levels. After a minute or so, I reached a plateau of erotic desire so powerful it was almost painful, but I still didn't come! I was so aroused I was hysterical with excitement, humping galvanically, and the frustration of not having the release of climax for the two or three minutes this went on was the most awful sensation I'd ever felt, even worse than the grinding pain when I'd dislocated my knee two years before! I would have done anything to reach climax then, or even to just keep humping until I finally got there!

All of a sudden, everything stopped, Judy's fingers pulsing against my cock and the probing anal sensations. It was obviously ending, and I went berserk. It COULDN'T stop like this! It was excruciating after being brought so close at such intensity! I kept trying to move and make contact again, but with no success. After more than a minute with no contact, I was still whimpering and thrusting my hips, and Judy spoke again.

"Come on, David. That's enough. I told you I was going to tantalize you -- this is part of your punishment, remember?"

"I couldn't -- I don't," I gasped disjointedly. Then my voice rose to a shout, "I've NEVER felt anything like that! I just HAVE to get OFF!"

"Not just yet, David," Judy answered in a surprisingly gentle tone. "Now settle down unless you want to go back to being whipped for the rest of your punishment."

Not just yet! Judy seemed to be implying she'd let me get off in a while if I calmed down, and I began to feel some hope! I replied slowly that I didn't want to be whipped again, so I knew Judy was going to humiliate me for a while longer; but maybe at the end?

"I think it's time you get up out of the positioner and start walking around," Judy said. The positioner moved back down to its rest position on the floor and released my restraints, so I stood up, feeling stiff and terribly sore on my behind. My cock was sticking up at its eager sixty-degree angle, and I could see a silvery surface on it that had to be what caused the sheath- like feeling of containment. Judy was watching me and me face got very hot again until she threw me a pair of shorts and I quickly put them on. Then I realized I felt a strong need to pee now that I was standing up.

"I -- uh, may I go to the bathroom, Ma'am? Please?"

Judy gave permission without tormenting me, something I realized guiltily I wouldn't have done if I'd been in charge of her, and I went into the bathroom across the room from the positioner. My cock kept it's silver sheath as long as I had an erection, and it took a few minutes before I could make it go down so I could pee. I finally succeeded, and afterward I tried to examine my cock, coming quickly erect again as I thought of going back outside. I saw it was sheathed in silver as soon as it got stiff, and I felt the nipple go back into my rectum -- the nipple was always there after that whenever I got an erection. I looked closely at the silver sheath and decided it was made up of thousands of tiny tentacles Hubba used for manipulation; the tentacles must have been stimulating me on the positioner after Judy moved away. I touched the sheath and tried tentatively to stroke my erection, but I didn't feel much. There was just a sensation like I was gripping my cock lightly -- it was very slippery against my hand -- the tentacles were so small they acted like a lubricant -- and I felt varying pressure on my cock as my hand moved up and down along its length, but there was no friction against the skin.

I kept stroking myself though, and suddenly, I DID start to feel some friction. It felt unbelievably good, and I got an overwhelming desire to stroke off! I was SO horny! The friction against my cock felt like Judy's fingers stimulating me, a pulsing containment of my cock, a very weird feeling since I was the one touching it, but it made the manipulation incredibly sexy, and I knelt down on the floor and tried to get to climax as quickly as possible. Pretty soon the nipple in my rectum got much larger and more active again, and that made me even more single-mindedly aroused.

But after a few minutes I realized I wasn't making progress fast enough. The pulsing friction on my erection kept feeling more exciting as I went on, and I was sure I'd be able to get to climax eventually if I just kept it up, but I knew I wouldn't have the time I'd need with Judy expecting me back shortly. I started to think how Judy would react if she caught me like this -- she'd probably already programmed her monitor cameras so she could look in on me if she got suspicious. It was terribly frustrating having to stop, but the thought of getting another whipping if Judy caught me provided the motivation I needed. I pulled my shorts back up and waited to calm down a little before I went back outside. The thing in my rectum stopped moving and gradually shrank down to nipple size again as I got myself under control, but I didn't lose my erection, so he nipple didn't go away entirely.