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Ten Days in Another Town.

by Nessus

Day One

I live driving fast, especially in a sports car as it gives me a real sense of power. The trees sped past as I wound down and around the curving country roads, the stereo chunking out some Janet Jackson as a trail of dust heralded my passage through the rural landscape. A chance for the hillbillies out here to see a beautiful car, rather than the usual old trucks and farm machinery.

After closing a special deal ( at least I thought it was special), I had hinted to Verity that I needed a new car, a new sports car. In fact, a Mercedes convertible sports with all the trimmings.

Verity was my boss as well as my girlfriend. She had fallen for me in a big way and I fell for her once I found out she was the richest woman in the state. Hey, who am I to argue with true love?

It had worked out great. I fucked her when she wanted it which, by the way, doesn’t seem to be too often lately and when she was off wheeling and dealing, I found a lot of ladies were willing to take a drive in a new Mercedes.

It’s been that easy. Why? Well, I found out at an early age that I was an handsome guy. In fact, some of my ladies have described me, in moments of passion, as beautiful. Hey, I know I’m not tall but I have this face that has allowed me to charm women of all ages and breast sizes.

I’ve been blessed with thick black hair, dark expressive brown eyes, olive skin and a great smile. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it in the modeling game as I wasn’t, so they said, tall enough. Still, I learned how to dress well, how to move and how to look devastatingly handsome. 

Anyway, after closing the deal at breakfast this morning, I had slipped into my drawstring Nautica shorts, Nautica Polo shirt, loafers and sped away, eager to enjoy the exhilarating drive back through country I’d never seen.

Verity had suggested that I drive to the meeting down the highway yesterday and take some time to drive back today through the back roads to test the car out as well as mentally unwind. She had planned a special trip for us and we were heading off on a two week vacation. To the Carribean, I hoped. I had certainly dropped enough hints.

Two weeks with just Verity and me so I’ll have to be on the straight and narrow but I can handle that. I’ll just plan another trip out of town after the vacation to pick up a little new action.

I saw the flashing lights in the rear-vision mirror before I heard the sirens. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Just what I need. Another speeding ticket.”  Reluctantly, I pulled over and waited, watching the police car pull in behind the Mercedes.

The cop got out, dressed in khakis, broad brimmed hat and mirror sunglasses, large pistol holster on the hip. I smiled to myself as I realised the cop was a woman. Time to be charming and handsome.

“Can I help you, officer?” I asked smiling up at her emotionless face. Boy, she was tall. Nice face, large breasts pushing against the fabric of her short sleeved shirt. A badge on her left breast said ‘ C.J. Davidson’. “Was I going too fast?” I asked innocently, cranking the smile up again.

“Can I see your drivers licence, sir,” she said and it wasn’t a question. Her face, though completely devoid of emotion, was quite attractive. I guessed she was a blonde and, as I examined her figure in her tight khaki trousers, with a nice ass.

As I handed her my licence a car door slammed and I saw another female cop emerge from the police car. This was my lucky day, I thought. I must be able to charm one of these bitches. I slipped my sunglasses onto the seat beside me so they could see my eyes.

“You are Jerry Lange?”

“Yes, Officer,” I said, turning my eyes on her.

“It’s Sheriff,” she said flatly.

“Oh,” I smiled boyishly. “Sorry, Sheriff.”

“And this is your place of residence?”

“Ah, I’ve just moved. I was meaning to change the address when I got back.”

“I see,” she said coldly. “And this is your car?” I nodded and watched the other cop move next to my car. She was smaller, darker and wearing a skirt as part of her khaki uniform. Same hat and sunglasses. Her name tag said ‘ L. Purdy’.

“It’s the one, CJ,” she said.

“Please step outside the vehicle”, the sheriff said coldly and I shrugged and climbed out. “Turn around and rest both hands on the car.”

“Hey,” I protested. “Wait a minute.” Suddenly, both cops had their pistols in their hands and the sheriff, somehow, pushed and turned me so I sprawled over the trunk of my car.

My hands were roughly pulled behind my back and I felt the coldness of the handcuffs as they were clicked into place. “What the fuck!” I screamed. “What’s going on!”

Some one kicked my legs apart and I slid down the car a little. “As if you didn’t know,” I heard the sheriff say.

“This car has been reported as stolen,” the other cop said into my ear as she ran her hands over my upper body, patting me down for weapons.

“Stolen?” I gasped. “Impossible.”

“This car is registered in the name of Verity Langton. That’s not you, is it?” the sheriff said sarcastically.

“Well, no,” I stumbled. “You see....”

“Maybe we should check, CJ?” giggled the cop.

“I think you’re right, Leonie,” CJ laughed and I felt Purdy’s fingers plucking at the drawstring of my shorts. Suddenly, air whistled around my thighs as my shorts were unceremoniously yanked to my knees.

A low whistle and a giggle from behind me caused me to blush. “Are those girls panties?” I heard CJ ask.

“Look like it to me, CJ.”

“No,” I protested. “Calvin Klein bikini pants.”

“Men wear shorts,” said Leonie. “At least the men I know. And those aren’t shorts.”

“You know, Leonie,” I heard the other say. “This could be a woman. Look at those panties. Maybe we’ve made a horrible mistake.” She laughed and as I started to turn my head around, it was shoved back with a snarl. “Keep your fucking head straight, asshole!”

“You’re right, CJ. This could be Verity Langton.”

“Better check.”

“Yup.”

To my embarrassment, I felt my underwear yanked down around my knees and my cock and balls were exposed.

“You can’t do that!” I yelled.

Laughter. “We can do what we dam please. We’re the law here and you’re nothing but a speedster and a car thief.”  Nervously, I looked up and down the country road but, thankfully, no vehicles were approaching.

A sly hand slipped between my legs and grabbed my balls. “Maybe I should just squeeze these,” a voice said in my ear and I flinched. “Squeeze them real hard. Would you like me to do that?”

“No, don’t,” I said, voice trembling.

“Maybe I’m going to do it anyway.”

“No, please,” I squealed as I felt her hand tighten and heard laughter from Leonie as she watched.

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please don’t squeeze my balls,” I said in a small voice, humiliated and vulnerable.

“Miss Davidson.”

“Please don’t squeeze my balls, Miss Davidson,” I whispered, thoroughly humiliated. Just wait until Verity hears about this, I thought angrily. She’ll have your badges!

Laughing loudly, they spun me around so I leaned against the car, facing them, with my shorts and underwear around my knees. They had holstered their guns and were standing there laughing as they pointed to my cock. “Not a woman,” said Leonie.

“Nope. Just a guy with a small cock.” They burst into laughter again and my face was burning with embarrassment.

“Must be a car thief, then,” CJ said, laughing.

Leonie casually raised her foot and used it to push my shorts and underwear to the ground around my ankles. “Step out of that,” she instructed and I did, standing with my hands handcuff behind my back and nothing but a shirt and loafers on.

“Kick off the shoes,” CJ ordered.

“But,” I started to protest and a blinding, burning pain erupted on my thigh. “Ahh!” I cried in anguish. My eyes were stinging and, as the pain subsided, I noticed that the sheriff had a squat black object in her hand.

“Electric shock and that was only twenty percent, wimp! Now, I’m not going to discuss anything else with you. You do what I say or you get the full blast on your pathetic balls! Got it!” I nodded furiously, panic rising inside me as I kicked the loafers off.

“Get hit in the balls with that,” Leonie confided, “and they’ll turn black and drop off.”

“Ok, Leonie,” CJ said. “You drive the fancy car back and I’ll take this little boy back into town.”

“Jeez,” Leonie pouted. “You always get the fun.”

“Privileges of rank, my dear.” They laughed and CJ bent down and kissed Leonie goodbye and my cock swelled at the sight.

“Mm,” said Leonie, smiling and looking at my rising cock. “Looks like it works.”

“Yup. But it’s still small.” Laughing loudly they shoved me towards the police car.

I sat in the back of the police car with only my shirt on and my hands cuffed behind my back. These women were crazy, I seethed inside, fucking crazy. So crazy, a small voice warned inside my head, they could kill you.

CJ turned in the front seat and inspected me. “Legs apart, worm,” she instructed and, embarrassed, I spread my legs. I could see my reflection in her sunglasses and flushed in my humiliation as my cock and balls lolled on my stomach in the summer heat.

We drove off in a cloud of dust, following my red Mercedes with CJ humming along with a country song on the radio. Every now and again, I felt her eyes on me as we sped through the farmlands and forests.

Rattling over a wooden bridge, we past a town sign and I strained to see the name but missed it. CJ slowed down as we approached the town and, to my constant embarrassment, drove down the main street until she turned into a lane and parked outside a red brick building.

I looked around for my car but couldn’t see it. With jerk, she opened my door and pulled me out. Self-consciously, half- naked, I stood in the alley way and looked around as CJ locked the car. Luckily, the area was deserted.

Casually, she grabbed my cock and dragged me to a side door and into the building. Standing in a dark corridor, I felt my cock swell.

“Like that, boy?” she sneered, her hand jerking my cock and I grunted.

With a shove, she pushed me into a small room where Leonie sat in a chair at a small table, smoking a cigarette. Next to the table was a metal pole that stretched from floor to ceiling and one wall was covered to waist high with a blue curtain.

Leonie looked up, saw my hard cock and smiled. “Looks like he likes being pushed around.” Her hat, with her sunglasses, was lying on the table next to her and her long dark hair hung loose to her shoulders, her dark eyes flashing with laughter as she looked me up and down. I watched her full lips close around the cigarette as she sucked on it and my cock twitched. She was a beautiful woman.

When CJ shucked her hat and jammed her sunglasses into her breast pocket, I was equally surprised. She had short blonde hair, brushed back, pale blue eyes and full red pouting lips. There was a haughty, almost regal air about her which I attributed to her height. No doubt about it, both women were beautiful.

CJ fastened me to the pole so I was facing the blue curtain. While she was doing that, Leonie pulled my ankles apart, fastened a manacle around each one and then locked them to rings in the floor.

Leonie pulled a bag in front of me, squatted again and fastened a ring around my balls, locking it shut, grinning up at me as my cock twitched.

CJ stood in front of me. “Welcome to court. “

“Court?” I said hesitantly, fearful of her reaction.

“We don’t like prisoners getting close to the Judge. When courts in session, we pull the curtain back and you will see the Judge through a glass window. Bullet proof of course. We had a nasty incident a few years back. Judge’s a little careful these days.”

“Who can blame her,” Leonie commented while fiddling with the strap she had locked around my balls. “He’s still hard, CJ,” she giggled and I blushed. I never felt so exposed, so humiliated in my whole life.

“You’ll be able to answer the Judge through a microphone on the wall. It’s all legal.” I swallowed. This was my chance to protest my innocence. I’ll tell the judge about these maniacs and I’ll be set free.

“When can I have my phone call?” I asked, feeling more confident now the legal system was under way. I was innocent, dam it!

“Who you gonna call?” drawled CJ, lighting a cigarette.

“Verity, of course. Verity Langton.”

“That’s interesting. You find that interesting, Leonie?”

“Sure do,” she said, fastening a cord to the strap around my balls.

“Real interesting, boy, ‘course Ms Verity Langton reported the car as stolen,” she said, blowing blue smoke at the ceiling.

I reeled in shock. Verity! Impossible, there must be some mistake. There must be! 

“But,” I cried. “It can’t be! I mean, Verity and I….we, well….”

“Stole your ladies car, eh?” sneered CJ. “Bad boy. Now you’re caught.”

“I can still call her, can’t I?” I cried in panic. “As my official call?”

CJ nodded. “Sure. Later. I just called her to report the recovery of her vehicle and she’s not there.”

“Not there?” I said weakly.

“Nope. Gone on vacation. Flew out to the Carribean this morning.” The Carribean! I was stunned. “Never been there,” CJ added.

“Hear it’s nice,” volunteered Leonie.

“Ok,” CJ said firmly. “This is how it works. “You’re going to answer guilty.”

“Guilty!”

“Don’t want to waste the Judge’s time. Now,” she said pointing at the curtains, “I’ll be out there testifying so Leonie will be controlling our enforcer.” 

I looked down and saw, in horror, that the cord attached to my balls was now attached to a large metal weight that sat on the table next to me. “You might decide to say something else. You know, protest your innocence or something stupid like that. If you do, Leonie will push that weight of the table.” She dropped her cigarette on the floor and crushed it with her boot. “Tell him what happens then, Leonie honey,” she said, exhaling the last of her smoke.

“The cord’s really short and the weight is really heavy so it would just rip your balls clean from your body. Pretty painful. Cause us a big mess to clean up but you’d be dead. Probably bleed to death. Pretty painful I’d say but I don’t really know. I don’t have balls. Then, neither would you after that.” Leonie laughed at that one.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I squealed

CJ’s eyes narrowed and she moved her face close to mine. “’Cause I can, asshole. This is my town! You might be thinking we’re not serious. Well, you can think that but you’re betting your balls!”

The sheriff jammed her hat on and walked to the door. “See you in court,” she said, laughed and strode away.

I hung on the pole, my head low, a helpless feeling sweeping over me. Verity has gone! To the Carribean and, without me! She must have found out about one of the girls I fucked on the side. How, I don’t know but she must have. If she hadn’t why had she reported my car stolen and left me here with these female barbarians? These monsters!

A hopeless feeling swept over me. I was helpless with no choice. A guilty plea or my balls lying bloody on the floor. These bitches were crazy enough to do it! For the first time, I admitted to myself I was scared shitless!

“You’ve lost it,” a lazy voice interrupted me and I looked over at Leonie, slouched in the chair.

“What?”

“Your cocks soft. Look,” she said and slowly raised her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any hose and I watched the hem of the skirt travel up her long brown legs. Hypnotised, my eyes were focused on that khaki cloth, sliding upwards, and my cock started to swell as her skirt rested at her crotch.

“That’s better,” she smiled lazily. “You’re starting to get hard. Guess you don’t need see my panties now.”

She was wrong. I wanted to see them, my cock was throbbing and she was turning me on like no other woman before so I pleaded with my eyes. “Do you want to?” she asked softly and I nodded my head furiously. “Well, ask, little boy. Ask Miss Purdy.”

I cleared my throat, staring at her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. “Please, Miss Purdy,” I asked, my face red but my cock was hard. “Can I see your panties?”

A light, tinkling laugh escaped from her, a laugh with an edge of victory to it as she slid the skirt up just enough to reveal a small triangle of white lace. My cock jumped at the sight.

A loud buzzer interrupted the mood and Leonie jumped to her feet. “Right,” she said with a business-like tone. “That’s the five minute warning. I’m going to pull the curtain and switch the microphone on. You know what to say, don’t you?” Leonie said, leaning close, her fingers lightly stroking my cock and I trembled. “I will push that weight off the table, you know,” she said sweetly. “I’m capable and this,” her fingers grabbed my cock, “ will be the last hard-on you’ll have.”

I watched her pull the curtain back and, thankfully, realised the window would only show my head and chest. One of the benefits of being short. A courtroom lay behind the glass and I could see CJ standing in a military pose near one of the front desks.

Leonie put a finger to her lips and flicked a switch. Suddenly, the noise of the people talking and moving around in the courtroom flooded my little room. I heard Leonie sit at the table next to me, her fingers resting on the weight.

A flurry of activity as the Judge, an older woman in her black robe swept to the bench and banged her gavel. The usher had instructed all to rise and advised it was Judge Seymour presiding.

A young man in a shirt and tie with floral suspenders addressed the court. “You Honour,” he began, “the state charges Gerald Lange with car theft, speeding violations and attempted escape from custody.” He sat down again as the judge looked at CJ over her glasses.

“Sheriff, did you subdue this man?” she asked waving her gavel at me.

CJ nodded.” Yes, your Honour with the help of my deputy.”

The Judge turned her gaze on me. “How do you plead?” she asked and I heard a scraping noise as Leonie moved the weight along the table.

“Guilty, your Honour,” I croaked. The scraping noise stopped and I sighed in relief.

“Six months,” Judge Seymour decreed, banging the gavel and Leonie closed the curtain as well as switching the microphone off. The noise from the courtroom ceased as I gasped in shock. Six months! I hung my head, my eyes stinging as I fought back the tears.

Leonie released me from the pole and the floor rings, leaving my hands cuffed behind my back and the manacles around my ankles. She also slipped the cord attached to the weight off my balls. A slight push from her sent me to my knees, head dejectedly bowed.

Leonie settled in the chair in front of me. “You good at licking pussy?” she asked. 

I flushed. Verity had asked me to many times but I didn’t. I never do it. Not with her or any of the woman I fucked. “No,” I said tremulously.

She smiled and let her legs slip apart. “Time you learned.” Her long fingers slipped around my head, pulling my face to the dark confines of under her skirt. A quick movement as she pulled her skirt up and I was face to face with the white lace of her panties. Tentatively, I kissed the lace and her musky perfume swirled around me.

I didn’t believe it. Here I was, half naked in a courtroom after being sentenced to six months jail and kissing a deputy sheriff’s panties!

The door opened and I heard CJ’s voice. “Leonie, what are you doing?” she demanded

I tried to raise my head but Leonie pressed my face into her wet panties. “What’s it look like, CJ? Getting me a little fun.”

There was a pause while I kept kissing. “Any good?” CJ asked after a moment.

“Nah,” Leonie said, shoving me away so I rolled on my back, my hard cock waving in the air. “But he’s got six months to learn.” 

And they both laughed at that.

CJ jerked me to my feet, produced a hunting knife and, with its razor sharp blade, cut my shirt from my body. Now I was completely naked.

With a brutal shove, she pushed me through the door and down a long corridor. Embarrassed, I looked around but it was vacant. The broad grins on CJ’s and Leonie’s faces told me they were enjoying my embarrassment.

Through another door and into a large room with two prison cells in them, both cells were empty.

“We’ll keep you here until we transfer you,” Leonie said as she unlocked the cell door.

“Please,” I whispered. “Can I have some clothes?”

“What do you think, CJ?” Leonie asked, looking up at the tall woman.

CJ shook her head. “Don’t have any. Get in.” Slowly, numb and exhausted from the shock, I walked in and sat on the bunk, my hands still handcuffed.

Leonie pointed at a bucket in the corner. “You can piss in that. Any thing more than a piss, yell out.”

With a clang, they locked the door and left me alone with my misery and my frustration. Staring at the wall, tears forming, I managed to drift off into a fitful sleep.

Hours later, Leonie returned with a plate of stew which she fed me with a spoon, giggling and teasing me all the while. Every now and again, she’s flash her panties at me and my cock remained hard long after she left.

Laying on the bed, frustrated with my hands cuffed behind me, I desperately wanted to cum. Somehow, I managed to turn half on my side and graze my hard cock against the rough woollen blanket.

It felt wonderful as I started pumping my hips in and out, dragging the sensitive head of my cock across the blanket.

Suddenly, the door clanged open and I felt the burning of the electric shock gun across my ass! “Aaahhhh!!” I cried out and fell off the bunk, landing at CJ’s feet.

I heard a whirring noise and I saw a steel rod with a cross bar being lowered from the roof. Quickly, she un-cuffed me and cuffed each hand to the crossbar, leaving me kneeling, facing the bars of the cell. I couldn’t stand.

Without a word, she left with a clang, leaving me with a stinging ass and forced to kneel, my arms resting on the cross bar. It was then I saw the camera, high on the wall outside the cell and realised I had been, and probably was still, under surveillance.

Darkness fell and I dozed fitfully in my uncomfortable position. I snapped out of sleep with the urge to piss but the bucket might well have been a million miles away.

I called out but my voice echoed in the darkness and I knew I was alone in the holding cells. Finally, with shame, I pissed and felt the warm stream of urine splash against me as it hit the cell floor. Soon, I was kneeling in my own circle of piss.

Dozed again. Dreamt of snorkelling in blue waters with beautiful women. I woke with a start with a clanging noise and blinked my eyes as the bright light switched on.

I looked up and gasped. CJ was standing at the bars, smoking and looking at me with that regal smile on her lovely face. She was dressed in a simple black dress, black hose, high heel shoes and was beautiful. My cock twitched at the sight.

“You understand who makes the rules now, boy?” she asked softly.

I nodded. “You do,” I croaked.

“You got that right. I own you. You do nothing without my permission. And that includes blowing your wad. Got that?”

I nodded again and she smiled. “Look here,” she commanded and I watched her slide the black dress up those incredibly long legs in sheer black nylon. Stockings! She wore stockings and my cock throbbed at the sight. “I’m the one with the control,” she said, laughed, dropped her dress and walked out. 

Second later the lights went out, plunging me into darkness, leaving me helpless, tremendously frustrated  with an insistent, throbbing hard on and the smell of my own piss. 

Later, to my increased shame, I could not control my body and I had no alternative but to shit myself. In my humiliating position, the shit ran over the back of my legs and mashed behind my knees. My embarrassment increased when I realised the camera was probably recording the latest depth I had sunk to.

Almost retching from my own stink, I sobbed myself to sleep.

Day Two

When the first signs of morning drifted into the cell, I sluggishly awoke, my body aching and sore, stinking in my own mess and with a raging hard-on. I lifted my head and stared at the grey shadows the morning sun made from the steel bars facing me. A hollow feeling lay in the depths of my stomach as I wrestled with my state of mind. Deserted? Betrayed? I didn’t know what but I knew that Verity had, somehow, become involved in this. 

I was lost in an unknown land of cruel and heartless women. Fear was my constant companion, control gone and facing an uncertain future with a tortuous six months.

The monstrous thought, however, that weighed heavily upon my soul, was the idea, the pressing thought, that I was forced to live like this for the next six months. Under their control without defence and without dignity. A hollow man, lost, in an evil world.

A jet of cold water jerked me back to reality. A thin reedy man held the fire hose as it gushed its purifying water through the bars of my cage to cleanse me of my nightly angst. With a disdainful shrug, he switched it off and left, dragging the hose behind him as I shivered in the grey light, listening to the sound of the water dripping into the drains. Thankfully, the water removed my erection and I now drooped with a semblance of control.

A little later, Leonie leaned against the bars, smiling at me with a bowl of something in her hand. “Hungry?” she teased and I nodded, licking my crackled lips. “From now on, you call me Miss Purdy and CJ Miss Davidson. Ok?” she said as she unlocked the cell door.

“Yes, Miss Purdy,” I croaked, my body aching.

Smiling, she squatted in front of me and I smelt her perfume mixing with the smell of hot milk and cereal. Her tight skirt gaped a little and I thought I saw tan stocking tops and my cock surged into hardness.

Leonie saw it and smiled. “You trying to look up my skirt, boy?” she teased and I blushed madly, not knowing what to say. She leaned close, her red lips so, so very close and I trembled. “You are really horny, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Purdy,” I whispered.

“Bet you’d eat my pussy now. Really throw yourself into it?” I nodded. “Especially if I let you cum afterwards?”

“Please Miss Purdy,” I pleaded, brokenly. I had never wanted to cum so much in my life.

“Look,” she said, standing up. Leonie slid her skirt up, showing me her tan stocking tops, white garter belt and white lace panties. I strained to see pubic hair behind the lace but in vain.

Leonie turned around and I marvelled at her soft ass in the panties. “Want to kiss my ass?” she teased.

I was gone. “Please, Miss Purdy, let me kiss your beautiful ass.”

Leonie tossed her head back, laughing loudly as she dropped her skirt, looking up at the camera. “I’ll enjoy watching the replay later,” she giggled as I blushed in shame.

She unlocked me, let me stretch and strain my aching muscles, my hard cock jutting from my groin while she kept the electric shock gun handy. Leonie gestured at the bowl on the floor and, to my shame, like the animal I had become, I licked the cereal from the bowl, my hard cock flat against my belly.

When I raised my head from my bowl, milk and musty cereal dribbling from the corners of my mouth and mashed against my chin, I noticed for the first time that CJ was watching me from the cell bars. This morning, she was back into her khaki uniform but hatless, the usual sardonic smile on her haughty face.

“Cuff him, Leonie,” she said. Purdy cuffed my hands quickly behind my back and pulled me to my feet. “Always hard, isn’t he?” commented CJ, her blue eyes looking me up and down and I blushed again.

“Too bad it’s so small,” giggled Leonie pushing me towards the cell door. I didn’t think I had a small cock, average or, so I thought, but these constant comments were making me unsure.

“Good morning, boy,” CJ said, looking down at me as I stood, naked, in the corridor.

“Morning Miss Davidson,” I said quietly.

“Good,” she said in satisfaction. “Time for your phone call, boy,” she said and my heart leapt in hope as I shuffled after her down the corridor.

I followed her into a small room with a table with a speaker phone on it and two chairs. CJ and Leonie took the chairs and, following CJ’s pointing finger, I knelt on the floor near the table.

Pulling out a slip of paper, CJ looked down at me. “I’ll make the call, you can talk on the speaker phone and you don’t mention we’re here. Right?”

“Yes, Miss Davidson,” I said humbly. I just wanted to make the call! To get Verity to get me out of this hell hole!

Leonie giggled, lit a cigarette and slipped her shoes off, her stocking feet close to my body. I stared at her legs while CJ punched the numbers into the phone, the ringing tone dominating the room.

“Hello?” Verity! At last!

“Verity,” I called urgently. “It’s me. Jerry!”

“Jerry, darling,” she said sweetly. “I hear you’re in prison. Having a good time?”

“Verity, please! You have to get me out!”

“Out? Now, how would I do that?” I ignored the smiles on the faces of Davidson and Purdy as they listened to the conversation and focused on the phone.

“Verity, you know I didn’t steal your car!”

“Didn’t you?” she said quizzically. “I must point out, darling, that I own the car and you took it. I think that’s stealing.”

Shocked, I gaped at the phone. “But,” I protested, “you knew. You told me to take it!”

“Did I? Oh dear, I can’t seem to remember.” Her tone grew sharp. “Just like you can’t seem to remember you’re with me and not with every easy bimbo around town!”

I gulped. She knew! “Verity,” I said hesitantly. “They meant nothing......”

“Don’t call me Verity!” she snapped. “I’m not your girlfriend any more. But I’m still your boss!”

“Miss Langton,” I said, starting afresh and the two cops smiled at the use of the formal name. “They meant nothing to me. It was just sex,” I pleaded desperately.

“I happen to like sex! Even though your pathetic attempts weren’t that enjoyable. Never trust a man who won’t lick your pussy!” Leonie stifled a giggle and CJ smiled broadly.

“Please Miss Langton,” I cried. “Get me out of here. I’m sentenced for six months. Six months!” I felt like crying.

“I may drop the charges and, then again, I may not,” she said coldly. 

“Please help me,” I begged.

“You sound desperate, Jerry. Almost like you’re begging. I bet you’d lick my pussy now.”

“Please,” I sobbed. Suddenly, I felt Leonie’s nylon covered toes nudge my cock and it sprang into a full and throbbing erection. God, I was so frustrated.

“I’ll think about it while I’m on vacation. That’s where I am now, Jerry darling. Try to imagine this. I’m lying in a huge snow white bed in this magnificent hotel overlooking the blue ocean waters. Ceiling fans turning and, of course,” she added sweetly, “I’m naked. You remember what I look like naked, Jerry darling?”

“Yes,” I croaked, the picture full in my mind and Leonie’s toe grazing my cock again.

“I met this wonderful young Jamaican boy on the beach. He will be here soon. Such a young, hard black body. Mm,” she whispered and I started rubbing my cock against Leonie’s stocking feet, “I just know he will lick my pussy.”

I groaned and the two women in the room giggled. “And then, Jerry darling, I’ll let him fuck me. I’ve seen the outline of his cock in his shorts and it will put yours to shame. Though, any cock would do that, wouldn’t it.”

 “Yes, Jerry,” she went on, taunting me. He’ll slide that wonderful thick black cock into my pussy and I’ll feel so full, so fucked! After that, I probably won’t remember you again! Bye, little lover.” The call ended.

“Well,” said CJ lighting a cigarette, “she’s got your number.” Laughing, she puffed a cloud of blue smoke out, watching me fuck Leone’s feet.

I was beyond care and shame, sawing my cock between Leonie’s feet until, suddenly, she took them away. I stared at her feet longingly. “Please,” I whispered, desperate with need.

“What?” she teased.

“Please, Miss Purdy. Please let me cum.”

I felt CJ un-cuff me and I looked up at them. “I’m not going to let you mess my stockings,” Leonie said.

“We might let you jerk off,” CJ said.

“Please, Miss Davidson.”

“Please, what?” she said coldly.

“Please, Miss Davidson, let me jerk off.” I was thoroughly humiliated but, so desperate was I to cum, that I no longer cared.

I took the curt nod from CJ to mean yes and quickly gripped my cock, moving into the familiar rhythm. It didn’t take long as I was so near the edge. I shuddered, cried out and pumped string after string of pearly cum into the air while both women laughed and applauded loudly.

Exhausted, I slumped to the floor, head resting on my arms in an attempt to hide my shame.

I heard a chair scrape back. “Clean that up, boy. Then it’s exercises for the rest of the day. We’re going to get you fit.” They both laughed. “Tomorrow, you get transferred to a real prison.”

Day Three

When morning filtered through the bars, I lay, naked, my hands strapped to the sides of my bunk and contemplated my new life.

Last night, with a combination of the gruelling exercise routine they put me through and the lack of sleep the previous night, I was exhausted and slept soundly.

Now, I was awake, comfortably refreshed and with a morning erection.

I was hungry. Since I’d been in their control, I was always hungry and the food they served me was not large enough to completely satisfy. If they keep feeding me that little, I’ll lose weight.

Embarrassed, I recalled my shameful exhibition. Jerking off in front of two women was the most humiliating thing I had ever done. I looked down at my hard cock and wished that I was able to control it and not be constantly aroused.

Verity had betrayed me. Of that there was no doubt. And now, she was fucking black studs in Jamaica. Jealousy stirred my guts but my cock twitched at the mental image of a naked Verity on a large white bed with a young black stud with a cock larger than mine. 

The clanging of the doors heralded CJ’s arrival and, after unlocking my manacles with stun gun at the ready, she forced me to move my stiff body through the series of exercises.

I grunted and groaned while she sat watching impassively, cigarette burning. Twisting and turning, bending and jumping, my cock moved with my movements, causing CJ to smile as it slapped against my belly and legs. The exercise program took about and hour and a half and, by the time, I was finished, sweat was running down my body.

CJ always looked in control. Tall, regal and cold in her spotless uniform, she looked down at me, her blue eyes clear and hard.

With a gesture, shepherded me to a shower room where I stood under the cold water, my cock shrivelling as I soaped myself. There were no towels and I stood dripping on the tiled floor.

“Miss Davidson,” I blushed. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Use it then,” she snapped. I knew there was no use in arguing. Embarrassed, I sat on the toilet, grunting and groaning and shamed by the splash my shit made in the bowl.

I looked around for tissue but the roll was empty. “Back in the shower,” she ordered and, once again, face burning, I washed myself under the cold water.

When I emerged, I was shivering and my cock had, once again, shrunk. CJ inspected me. “Looks like you’re cock is getting smaller. I didn’t think that was possible. Might disappear soon,” she laughed, pointing the way out of the bathroom, back to the cell.

She ordered me to kneel, next to the bunk and she locked my hands behind my back.

“Please, Miss Davidson,” I begged. “I’m so hungry.”

“You’ll get something soon, boy,” she said. “You get transferred this afternoon. I’ve got some errands to run so I won’t be back to wave goodbye,” she sneered. “Enjoy Euston, boy. See you in six months.”

As I watched her leave, my mind raced. Euston must be the penitentiary I was being transferred to for the next six months. I shivered again, this time from fear. not daring to move, I waited for, I guessed, about an hour.

I heard the doors open, the metallic ringing sound echoing through the building, and smelt the food before I saw it.

Leonie carried the steaming bowl of mush into the cell with a smile on her dark face. Once again, she was in uniform but, unlike CJ, she wore a tight khaki skirt and heels.

She sat on the bunk and smiled down at my soft cock. “Not glad to see me, any more?” she whispered, her knees pointing directly at my face. With a wicked smile, she held the bowl high off her lap and let her legs drift apart. 

My eyes were riveted to the dark space under her skirt and my cock surged into life at the barest glimpse of white panties and her tan stocking tops.

Leonie closed her legs and let the bowl rest on her lap. “There,” she smiled at my hard cock, “that’s better.” She raised a spoon full of mush to my face. “Open wide,” she laughed. I was so hungry I would suffer any humiliation and held my mouth wide for her. The mush was hot and beautiful and I swallowed hungrily, opening my mouth for more.

As she fed me like a baby, her nylon covered leg brushed my cock every once in  a while so I was, once again, on the edge and straining with frustration. 

Finally, she finished and she placed the empty bowl on the bunk beside her. “I’ve got the job of driving you up to Euston,” she said, looking down at my hard cock and, then, opening her legs.

I stared into her open skirt, tan stockings, white lace panties and white lace garter belt tantalised me.  “I loved the way you jerked off yesterday,” she giggled and I blushed furiously. “Never seen a man do it like that, not that you’re a real man. How often did you do it?”

Hanging my head, I tried to ignore the question. “I’m talking to you, boy,” she snapped and I fearfully raised my head. “How often did you jerk yourself off when you were outside?” she demanded, her smooth face close to me and bringing her thick scent to my nose.

“Once a day, Miss Purdy,” I admitted and she squealed.

“Once a day! Good Lord! Did you have anything left for your lady?” she exclaimed. “No wonder you’re cock is so pitiful. You keep jerking on it. Well, that might change up at Euston.” Leonie stood, stretched, picked the bowl up and walked to the open door. “I’ll be back in about an hour. It’s a long drive to Euston.” Laughing, she left me alone in the cell.

It was more than an hour, closer to two. Two hours where I fretted and pondered on the image, the very thought of a penitentiary called Euston. After about twenty minutes, I climbed off my knees and sat on the bunk, waiting for my transfer

Finally, Leonie led me, naked, down the corridor to the parking space behind the building. Embarrassed, I looked around but, luckily, the area was deserted. 

She surprised me by forcing me to sit in the front seat but, I realised it was safer for her and she could keep an eye on me while she drove. Down a few deserted lanes and we were suddenly on a dusty back road.

“Look here, boy,” she said, giggling and I saw she had slid her skirt up to her stocking tops and garter straps. My cock pulsed and I was incredibly horny as I stared at the smooth nylon of her long legs.

Leonie lit a cigarette and, humming along with the radio, sped along the back road while I was hypnotised by those legs, constantly hard.

The car slowed and we turned onto a bumpy side road that was no more than a track. Slowly, bumping over the track, Leonie drove to a small cabin by a small creek. It was beautiful, so peaceful and I looked at her in surprise.

“Lunch stop,” she said, opening the car door.  My bare feet stumbled in the dust as she dragged me onto the porch and, after unlocking the door, into the cabin.

I stood uncertainly in the middle of the small cabin while she pulled the curtains back and flooded the room with sun light. A bed with an old fashioned iron bed-head was against one wall, a stone fireplace on another and a stove, kitchen benches on the other. A wooden table and chairs were in the centre of the room on a small circular rug.

Leonie pointed over towards the bed. “Over there,” she ordered and I shuffled to the bed, standing by the edge. “Kneel,” she snapped and I lowered myself to my knees.

For a moment, she stood looking down at me, then ruffled my hair. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, Miss Purdy,” I answered obediently.

“Good,” she said as she unzipped her skirt and carefully laid it over a chair while I gaped at the white lace of her panties, my cock rock hard and straining.

Smiling, she stood in front of me, her panties inches from my face and I could see the dark hairs of her pussy through the lace. “I think you’re ready now, aren’t you?

Ready for what, I thought? I didn’t know but I nodded any way.

“Ready to kiss my panties, boy?” she said softly.

My mouth went dry and my heart pounded. “Yes, Miss Purdy,” I whispered.

“And to kiss what’s in my panties?”

“Oh yes, Miss Purdy!”

Her fingers caressed the back of my head and pulled me closer until the white lace completely filled my vision, her musky aroma sensuously gripping my senses. “Kiss,” she whispered and I pressed my trembling lips against the lace.

Her intimate perfume overwhelmed me as my lips tentatively kissed the lace, her warmth flush against my face and my heart pounding in time with my pulsing cock.

Leonie pushed me away and I felt a sense of loss but not for long. She turned her back as she walked to the bed and I marvelled at the white line of lace of her g-string disappearing between the round globes of her perfect ass.

She smiled and slowly slid the panties down until they were a puddle of white lace around her high heel shoes. My eyes were drawn to her pink pussy lips shining wetly through her black pubic hair.

Sighing, Leonie sat on the bed and opened her legs. “Do you like my pussy, little boy?” she teased.

Frantically, I nodded. “Yes, Miss Purdy.”

“It’s wonderful having you naked all the time and under my control. It makes me wet. Can you see how wet I am?”

“Yes, Miss Purdy,” I groaned. “I can see it.”

“Do you want to lick me?”

 “Please,” I croaked. “Please let me lick you.” 

Smiling, her long fingers teased her curly black hair. “I’m so horny. Even your clumsy efforts will take me there.”

Leonie fluffed some pillows behind her and settled back, legs wide open. “Come here, “ she ordered softly, pointing at her pussy. “Lick me.”

Cock straining, I leaned forward and ran my trembling tongue around her puffy pussy lips. A long red fingernail pointed. “There,” she whispered and my tongue followed her directions.

Suddenly, a guttural noise escaped her and her hand pulled my face into her wetness, rubbing herself against my nose and tongue. Her stocking thighs closed around my head and I soon heard, a muffled groan as she came, body shaking, legs flexing against my ears.

Slowly, her legs released me and I sat back on my heels, cock hard and my face slick with her juices, the taste of her on my tongue. 

I watched her ass as she strolled across the room and disappeared into a small bathroom. When she emerged, I looked up at her pussy, framed by the white garter belt and straps, desperate for relief. “Please,” I begged, my cock trembling. “Please, Miss Purdy, let me cum.”

Leonie bent over her bag and fumbled for her cigarettes while I marvelled at her smooth ass. A wicked smile appear on her face when she noticed me staring at her ass. “You want to cum? She asked, smoke flowing from her red lips.

“Please, Miss Purdy,” I whimpered, trembling with frustration.

“Will you kiss my ass?” she asked slyly and I gasped as she turned and rested her hand on the table, her ass facing me. “Do you want to?” Leonie asked over her shoulder, laughing down at me.

“Yes, Miss Purdy,” I mumbled, my sticky face blushing.

“What?” she prompted. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I want to kiss your ass,” I croaked, cock trembling.

Laughing, her finger motioned me to her ass and I moved forward on my knees until I was staring up at her ass. “Go on,” she urged, giggling, the globes of her ass wobbling slightly with her movement.

I kissed her ass cheeks several times, my whole body quivering while she smoked and giggled. The crack of her ass beckoned me and my lips drifted to it. “Do it,” she whispered. “Get your tongue in there.”  Almost hypnotised by the sight and smell of her ass, I pushed my tongue and tasted her ass hole.

Suddenly, Leonie stood and pushed me away. “That tickles,” she giggled, sitting on the chair and unwrapping some sandwiches from her bag. “Hungry? You want something more than my pussy or ass?” she teased, a wicked smile on her face as she munched on a sandwich.

I suddenly realised how hungry I was. “Please, Miss Purdy,” I mumbled and she took a long hot dog roll from the paper bag. 

“I’ve got a bread roll for you. Don’t want you getting fat,” she laughed. “Come here.” I crawled and knelt in front of her, staring as she opened her legs. “Here,” she said and I crawled closer, my face close to her pussy.

“Would you like some sauce on your roll?” Leonie laughed and I looked at her in puzzlement. Holding the bread roll in one hand, she delicately parted her pussy lips with the fingers of the other hand and then, with a sultry wicked look on her beautiful face, she inserted one end of the roll into her shining wetness. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen and my whole body shuddered with desire.

Giggling, she held the roll to my mouth. “Open wide,” she whispered, her face so close to mine I could feel her hot breath on my cheek. Trembling, I opened my mouth and she slid part of the roll into my mouth. “Suck it,” she said softly and, staring at her smiling red lips, I sucked. 

Her hand lightly brushed my cheek and it was all too much. Her touch sent me spinning over the edge of orgasm. Groaning through the roll in my mouth, I shuddered and spurted my cum onto the floor in front of me, my involuntary pumping a cause of delight for Leonie. Laughing loudly, she removed the bread roll from my gasping mouth as I hung my head in embarrassment.

“Look,” she laughed. “More sauce.” I watched, chest heaving in an attempt to regain my breath, as she wiped up my cum with the bread roll.

“Open wide,” Leonie said, a broad smile on her face. 

To my shame I did and ate the roll hungrily while she giggled.

I licked her pussy to orgasm twice again in that little cabin until, finally in the late afternoon, she led me to the creek where she allowed me to kneel, hands still cuffed and dip my sticky face in the cool clear water.

I stared at my reflection and a subdued, unshaven man with lost eyes looked back at me. What had I become during the past three days and what would I be at the end of the long six months that stretched out before me?

Still naked, cock shrivelled and hanging, I slid into the car as directed by Leonie. She was now strictly formal, hat and sunglasses on and the high heel shoes replaced by regulation shoes. I knew she had put her panties on because I had knelt at her feet while she had slid the g-string up and around her body, the white lace cupping her hairy pussy.

We drove in silence through the back roads, just the radio playing a long forgotten country song and the rattle of the  car.

After a while, the road turned into black top and we sped into some distant hills. Occasionally, a big truck drove past and I tried to shrink down into my seat but to no avail. When they saw me in the front seat, naked and exposed, they would sound their loud screeching horns.

At last, as twilight fell, Leonie stopped at a pair of double gates in a high, razor wire fence. Leaving the motor running, she leaned out to an intercom on the post.

“Deputy Sheriff Purdy,” she announced. “Delivering prisoner Lange.”

With a twang and a groan, the gates swung inward and Purdy gunned the road up the hill. I turned to watch the gates close behind me with a sinking feeling in my gut.

A large building dominated the crest of the hill. Lights in widows and a search light sweeping across the gravel yard. Leonie stopped the car and yanked me from my seat, dragging me across the gravel to a dark green door.

Inside the door was a room that had been divided into a cell which Leonie shoved me into.

“This is where I leave you,” she said, looking around. “There’s your bucket. And there’ll be food in the morning.”

“Please, Miss Purdy,” I said softly. “Please uncuff me.”

She shook her head. “Nope. Rules. You’ll lose those tomorrow.” She slammed the bars shut and stood watching me as I tried to get comfortable on the bunk.

“See you,” she said, the green door closing behind her. After a moment, the lights flicked off and I was plunged into darkness.

I lay down on my side, naked and cuffed, afraid and wary of my new life in Euston.

Day Four

I woke with a start as I heard a siren through the building. Hurriedly, I scrambled to my feet, nervously looking around. It was just morning but I couldn’t hear anyone approaching.

Quickly, in case anyone did come, I squatted over the bucket and started to piss. It was difficult aiming into the bucket without my hands but I managed to get most of the piss in.

I was still pissing when the green door opened and two women in cool white uniform dresses stood by the bars, calmly watching me piss. Blushing furiously, I managed to stop and stand, conscious of my nakedness.

They were about the same height, one with dark hair, the other with blonde and both had their hair pulled back into a severe buns. The dark haired one wore steel frame glasses. Dressed in a white uniform with an above the knee skirt, dark hose and high heels, these two women definitely did not look like prison guards.

“Have you finished?” the one in the glasses coolly asked and I nodded sheepishly. She unlocked the door and beckoned to me. “This way.” They turned as if they expected me to follow and, I suppose, I had no choice but to do exactly that.

Down a corridor and into a room that appeared to be a doctors surgery with an examination bench in the middle of the room with lights hanging over it.

The woman with the glasses turned to me. “I’m Officer Clara Kent. This is Officer Jenny Maloney. You will always refer to us as Madam. Understand?”

I knew how to behave now. “Yes, Madam.”

“Excellent,” Officer Maloney stepped forward, holding a stun gun. “We’re going to take those cuffs off. We won’t have to use this, will we?” She arched a thin eyebrow, her white teeth gleaming between the dark red lipstick of her lips.

“No, Madam.”

Kent moved behind me and released my hands. I took a moment to stretch and it was a relief for my aching arms. “Now,” Clara Kent said. “Get up on the examination bench.”

Examination bench? I was puzzled but I was in prison and I wasn’t about to ask a lot of stupid questions. Especially, when they had a stun gun so I climbed on the bench and laid down on my back as directed.

Maloney efficiently strapped my forearms down on each side of the bench while Kent slid a foam rubber device under my neck so my head was raised. I looked down on my naked body, my cock lolling against my balls, as they pulled by legs apart and fastened them to the table. In a few short minutes, I was completely helpless.

Without a backward glance, they left me alone and I lay there I noticed a large mirror on the ceiling above the table. A naked frightened man stared back down at me. As I lay there, uncomfortable with my nakedness and exposure, I wondered what was next.  Obviously, some kind of medical examination prior to admission into the prison but, why was I lying on this table?

A few moments later, they returned in surgical gowns. That worried me!  “What’s going on?” I asked and Officer Kent slapped me hard across the face.

As I recoiled in pain, she glared at me. “Do not talk to me like that! You must always refer to me as Madam! Another outburst like that and I will apply the stun gun like this!” I looked down my body as she jammed the black gun hard into my balls. Not that! My whole body cringed at the thought and I vowed to remain silent, no matter what they did to me.

The door opened and an older woman in a white medical top and a grey skirt entered. “Good morning,” she said and the two women nodded respectful greetings. “Is the patient ready?”

“Yes, Doctor Rome.”

“Good. Shave his groin and his head, please.”

I blinked in shock, my mouth opened to protest and I saw the stun gun in Kent’s hands so I closed it again. I must survive, I angrily, thought, so I have to keep calm. My hair will grow back.

“Measure him first,” Rome directed and to my intense embarrassment, they measured my limp cock and wrote the findings down on a clipboard.

Both women started clipping my pubic hair and, because of my position, I was forced to watched as they clipped it quite short. I looked up and saw, in the mirror, two women leaning over the naked man’s cock. Embarrassed, I felt my cock  start to rise. Grins appeared on their faces as they noticed. “Measure it,” one of them called and I saw the tape measure put next to my cock. 

“Not much difference,” Kent observed as she wrote on the clipboard and I blushed furiously. I thought I had a normal cock but I was now beginning to doubt it.

I felt fingers around my cock and saw that Maloney had her hand wrapped around it. “See,” she said loudly, “my hand swallows the little thing up.”

“Please get on with it,” Doctor Rome said in an exasperated tone and the two women quickly returned to work. Blushing, I watched as they spread foam over my cock and balls and then shaved it clean, their hands constantly fondling me so I remained hard. When they towelled me dry, it was strange to see my hard cock standing in the middle of a smooth terrain of pink skin.

Satisfied with their work, the two women moved around the table to my head. The hum of clippers drew my eyes to the mirror and I watched them as my hair fell away in large dark clumps. Tears formed in my eyes as I stared up at the naked man in the mirror with his hair reduced to stubble. In the corner, the red light on the security camera glowed.

Foam was applied to the stubble on my skull. “Keep still,” I was warned and they shaved my head completely clean. I blinked back the tears at the reflected image of my pink smooth dome and my bald groin.

The women stood back and admired their handiwork and I heard a giggle. Doctor Rome put a tray on the table and bent of my groin, sliding a gold bracelet like object around my balls, close to my body. A quick flash of heat and I flinched. “There,” Rome said. “It’s sealed and won’t come off.” She looked at the other women. “The wrists now, please.”

Kent and Maloney positioned themselves at my hands and a thin copper like band was fastened around each wrist. A flash of heat again and they were also sealed. 

Doctor Rome stood behind my head and I saw the flash of a scalpel and winced as I felt a sharp pain behind my left ear. Her rubber gloves pushed and prodded, causing me to cry out in pain. 

Finally, she applied a dressing and peeled her gloves off. “You can release him now.”

Woozily, I stood, embarrassed at my exposure as I felt, with my newly shaved groin and head, even more naked. “Please, Madam,” I asked meekly. “Could I have some clothes?”

Officer Kent shook her head. “No,” she said sharply. “This is a women’s institution. We have no clothes for you here.” The shock must have showed on my face because she laughed. “You have nothing to hide here.”

Doctor Rome packed her things up and walked to the door. “Bye ladies,” she said, over her shoulder.

“Goodbye, Doctor,” they chorused, watching the door close. 

“Now,” Officer Kent said. “A demonstration. See this?” My eyes followed her painted fingernail to see a small metallic object on her belt. “All guards have these.” She pressed a button on the object and a fiery pain enveloped my balls.

“Agh!!!” I cried out and, thankfully, the pain ceased as I rubbed my tingling bald balls.

“Put your hands on your head,” Maloney ordered sharply and, slowly, I did while they pressed another button on their controllers.

“Now,” Kent said, a slight smile on her red lips. “Touch your cock.” I moved my hand towards my cock and when my hand approached my groin, the pain returned. “Aggh!” I cried out. I jerked my hand away and the pain ceased. 

“Good,” Maloney smiled. “It works. You can’t touch your cock without the controls being altered. Have to stop you playing with yourself, now!. If you behave, we may let you have a treat every now and again.” They laughed and I blushed. I couldn’t even hold my own cock.

“Please Madam,” I asked. “My ear. What did the doctor do to me?”

“Just a capsule that drips chemical into your system to make you docile. That’s all,” Kent explained dismissively. “Officer Maloney, please show him the bathroom where he can shave. The regulations here stipulate you must shave every day. Face, head and groin. Understand?”

“Yes Madam.” I said, resigned to my new life, though I didn’t understand just how I was going to shave my groin with the wristlets operating.

The bathroom was small, shower, basin and toilet. Maloney watched me as I shaved my face with the electric shaver connected to the wall, smiling as I warily kept my hands away from my waist. The gold ring around the top of my ball sac was not uncomfortable but I could feel it, especially when my balls tightened against my body.

My dark hair had always been one of my best features, now it was gone and all I had left was a shining pink dome. I felt ridiculous and humiliated.

Maloney showed me to a small room with a bunk and told me to wait. The camera high on the wall blinked at me and I knew they were watching me and any attempt to escape of infringe any of the prison regulations would result in the gold ball ring being used. I didn’t want that pain again.

I sat on the bunk and, a few moments later, a black woman in a grey smock entered, carrying a tray with food on it. I leapt to my feet and blushed as she looked me up and down, a broad smile on her face.

“You look like a big baby. Cute.” I couldn’t hide my genitals as I couldn’t move my hands in front of my groin without pain so I had to stand fully exposed. “I’m Sammie. Here’s your food. You’re not allowed any knives or forks so you have to use your hands.” She was a smallish woman, short curly black hair and a wide smile.

I ate hungrily while she watched. When I finished, she told me to stand up and she bent over to look at my balls. “There it is,” she said, looking at the gold ring. “A handy little thing. Keeps a man in check.” Sammie laughed and her fingers brushed my cock. “Must be difficult for you not to be able to touch this little thing.” Her fingers ran along my cock and I was hard in a second. “Would you like me to give you a quick hand job?” she teased, fingers lightly tickling my balls as she looked into my eyes.

“Yes, please Madam,” I mumbled. Sammie laughed loudly, her fingers dropping away and leaving me with a throbbing hard cock.

“I’m not a Madam. Do I look like one of those bitches in white?”  She looked down at my twitching cock. “You white guys have got small ones, haven’t you.” Sammie picked up the tray and walked out, leaving me frustrated and hard.

I was still hard when Kent stood in the doorway. “Follow me,” she said, smiling at my hard cock. I watched her ass move in her white uniform and her legs as she walked.

We entered a room with a large television and a row of chairs in front of hit. “Sit there,” Kent pointed at the chairs so I sat down, carefully keeping my hands on the arm rests. Maloney walked in and perched on a chair, legs crossed and one shoe dangling from her foot. The sheer black nylon gleamed in the light.

“Dialling in now,” Kent said from behind me and the screen flickered on. I noticed a small camera on top of the TV moved to look at me.

The screen burst into life and I gasped in shock. Verity sat at her desk, smiling at me. Her long red hair touched the shoulders of the white silk blouse she was wearing.

“Hello, Jerry darling,” she purred. “Lovely to see you.”

“Verity!” I exclaimed, shocked and humiliated at her seeing me like this. 

Maloney leaned forward, finger menacingly on the controller on her belt. “You will refer to Miss Langton as Mistress.”

“I like that,” Verity smiled. “Mistress. Say it, Jerry,” she said, her voice harder.

“Mistress,” I mumbled and she laughed softly.

“Wonderful. It’s Mistress, Jerry because I own you. I can do what I like with you. Do you like the modifications so far?” I blushed furiously and Verity laughed loudly. “I love the bald head. It’s fantastic. I’ve enjoyed watching all the tapes.”

“Mistress,” I said softly, tears pricking my eyes. “Why?”

“Because I can, darling. The advantages of money. You fucked around on me once too often and nobody does that to Verity Langton! I was just going to have you killed but Marilyn Rome had some suggestions.” Verity laughed. “Suggestions I liked.”

Verity spun in her office chair and lit a cigarette, the city skyline silhouetted behind her. “It was beautifully planned, Jerry. Cost me a lot but it was worth it. None of it was real, not even my vacation, unfortunately. No police, no court. You’ve been taken for a ride. And I’m the one driving!” She laughed again. 

“You’ve probably guessed you’re not in prison. You’re in one of my facilities where your behaviours will be modified. I believe there’s been some changes all ready,” she smirked. “Show me, Jenny,” Verity said.

“Kneel,” Maloney said, pointing at the floor in front of her dangling shoe. I looked up at her, keeping my hands behind my back.

“Gorgeous,” came Verity’s comment from the screen.

“Kiss my feet,” Jenny commanded and I leaned forward, my lips kissing the shiny leather. Behind me, I heard Verity’s laughter and a wave of humiliation swept over me.

“Show me the ring,” Verity said.

“Turn around,” Jenny ordered and I did, exposing my naked crotch to the camera.

“Yes,” Verity laughed. “I see it. So naked and smooth now, Jerry. More like a baby than a man.” Her eyes narrowed. “Demonstrate the ring, Jenny.

I looked at her in horror, trying to form words of protest when the pain hit my balls. “Aagghhh!!” I screamed, rolling on the floor.

Finally, it stopped and I lay panting on the floor, tears streaming from my eyes. 

“Sensational,” Verity chortled. “Fantastic. I can’t wait to get my hands on that.” A shiver ran through me at those words.

“Jerry darling,” Verity said. “Keel in front of me.” Scrambling onto my knees quickly in case they used the controller again, I looked into the image of Verity’s hard eyes.  “I may let you out of there soon. Maybe not. I’ve ordered more modifications from Marilyn and I can’t wait to see them.” Her eyes glinted as she stared down at me. “I haven’t decided whether to have you castrated yet or not.” She laughed when she saw the look of fear on my face. “You’ll just have to wait.” Her image flicked a switch and the screen darkened.

“On your feet, “ Kent said. “Time for your exercise program.”

The day ended early with me collapsing on my bunk after a meagre meal and exhausted from the long hours of exercising. At least they had turned the controller off so I could move my hands freely while I exercised.

Verity was a tough minded person, a self-made billionaire that cared little for people, especially those who had the temerity to oppose her.
Now, she had me where she wanted and I knew she was capable of anything. I felt very afraid.
Day Five


There were no windows in my little room so it was difficult to know the time of day. However, I didn’t need the morning sun to wake me as the sound of a siren blasted me awake.

Stumbling to my feet, I blinked as the lights suddenly flashed on and looked around, confused and disorientated. Throughout the night, I had slept with my hands over my head with only one during the night  incident that caused pain to my balls.

The door opened and Clara Kent strode in. Her fingers moved on her belt and I screamed with pain. Mercifully, it was just a short burst.

“You will always be on your knees when a woman enters the room.” Quickly, I scrambled to my knees, looking up at her. Today she wore a short grey skirt, dark stockings, black high heels and a white smock. Her glasses glinted in the harsh light and her dark hair hung loose to her shoulders.

“Run to the bathroom, shave your face and head, shower and run back here. You have five minutes.”

Frantically, I ran down the corridor, quickly shaved, dashed under the shower  and ran back, still a little wet. Clara was looking at her watch as I fell to my knees in front of her. “Just made it,” she said.

Sammie walked in with a tray, grinning when she saw me on the floor. “I’ll just leave it here,” she said, giggling as she placed the tray on the floor in front of me.

Clara pointed at the bunk as she snapped rubber gloves on. “Lie on the bunk.” I looked up at her as she held a battery powered razor in her hands. “Legs apart.” Embarrassed, I spread my legs and Clara quickly removed the stubble from my groin. As she did, my cock rose to attention and Sammie, watching from the end of the bed, laughed.

“Pay attention,” Clara snapped to Sammie. “You’ll be doing this from tomorrow until his behaviour is modified completely.”

“I can shave,” Sammie said. “I can do that. It’s not hard. Though, he is,” she added, laughing.

Clara snapped the gloves off and handed the shaver to Sammie. “Here. For tomorrow. Right,” she turned to me, “you may eat.” I slipped to the floor and started picking the fruit up with my hands when I felt another extreme blast of pain to my balls.

“Aggh!” I screamed, looking up at her when it finally stopped.

“No hands,” she said calmly. “Use only your mouth and tongue.”

With both women watching, broad smiles on their faces, I knelt over the tray and lapped the food up like the animal I had become.

“Obedient, isn’t he,” observed Sammie.

Clara tapped the controller. “This is a wonderful persuader. Soon, we won’t need it.”

I followed Clara to same room where I had endured the video conference with Verity and was left on my knees in the centre of the room, facing a desk.

A few moments later, the Doctor appeared, dressed in a similar fashion to Clara. “I’m Marilyn Rome,” she said calmly. “You will address me as Madam. Do you have a problem with that?”

I eyed the controller on her belt. “No, Madam,” I said quickly as she sat behind her desk.

“Let me explain what will happen. You are going to learn new skills and acquire new behaviours. You have no choice in any of this. Your opinion will not be sought and any attempt to object or fight back will be treated harshly. You have no rights and you are regarded to be on the same level as a pet dog. Understand?”

“Yes, Madam,” I said, my stomach churning as I looked up at this powerful woman.

“Good. Sit in the chair facing the screen.” As I scrambled into the chair, she continued. “I understand you are not very effective at cunnilingus.” I furrowed my brow in puzzlement. “Pussy licking,” she explain, exasperated. “Going down. Giving head. Whatever, but you aren’t good at it! Is that correct?”

I lowered my head. “Yes, Madam.”

“I thought so. Watch the screen.” For the next hour, I watched a clinical discussion on female sensuality and genitals. Embarrassed, I stole a look at Marilyn Rome who appear not at all fussed by it at all and was doing some paperwork. 

Suddenly, on the screen a demonstration by a young male on how to lick a pussy to cause orgasm. “Watch this carefully, “Doctor Rome snapped. She didn’t have to tell me, my cock was rock hard and I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

Marilyn switched the set off and looked down at me. “You’re hard. Did that arouse you?”

Blushing, I nodded. “Yes, Madam.”

“Good. Kneel.” As I did she walked to a cupboard, took something out and returned. Placing an object of the chair, I was shocked to see it was a faithful reproduction, made out of some kind plastic, of a woman’s pussy! 

“Hands behind your back. Now, remember what you’ve seen. Start licking here,” her pointer indicated the spot. After an hour, my jaws and tongue were aching but she did not allow me any rest. 

Clara and Jenny wandered through and, to my humiliation, watched while I licked the plastic pussy. When I was not performing satisfactorily, I received a short burst on the controller and that certainly focussed my efforts.

“Right,” Marilyn said while I crouched with a hard on and burning balls. “He’s at the first level. Who’s got him now?”

“Me,” Clara said quickly. I followed Clara’s swinging ass in the grey skirt down the corridor to an elevator and Clara punched the buttons. The elevator walls were mirrored and I cringed in embarrassment at my naked reflection, shorn head and groin with a clearly exposed pointing erection.

Clara saw my discomfort and smiled. ”Never mind, puppy. You’ll get used to it. All of it.”  The doors opened and we were in a brighter cleaner area of the building. She unlocked a door in the corridor and I followed her into what appeared to be a small apartment, like a hotel room.

I saw her fingers on the controller and I quickly knelt. Smiling, she sat on the edge of the bed and I gazed at her legs in the sheer nylon as she slipped her shoes off. “Now, for another lesson. You must always ask permission, puppy. We like it, it’s sexy. So, you start at the feet.” I leaned forward and received a short blast from the controller.

She glared at me as I writhed in pain. “Didn’t you hear what I said, you pathetic fool! Ask! Every step of the way! Now, get up!”

“Please, Madam,” I asked, trembling on my knees, “May I kiss your feet?” I waited, staring intently at her hands and the controller.

“You may, little puppy,” she giggled and I leaned forward, hands behind my back so I wouldn’t give myself a burst of pain and gently kissed her feet.

“Mm,” she murmured. “Good little puppy. Now, suck my toes.” Humiliated, I slipped the nylon toes of one foot into my mouth and sucked. Clara laughed. “That tickles. Kiss my knees.”

My cock was throbbing as I kissed her knees, my lips running over the sheer black nylon of her hose. Her legs drifted apart and I found myself staring up her grey skirt and the blackness of her panties. The sight of the black lace stocking tops jolted my cock and I felt I was on the edge of orgasm.

My eyes were drawn to the white flesh between the stocking tops and her black lace panties and a delicate finger pointed to her stocking tops. I had learnt my lesson. 

“Please, Madam, may I kiss your stocking tops?” I croaked and I was rewarded with a little giggle instead of a blast of pain.

“Yes, puppy.” My lips closed on the nylon lace and I could feel the warmth of her skin against my cheek and smell the intimate perfume of her pussy. Her legs widened and she hitched her skirt up, a red fingernail against the black of her panties gave me direction.

“Madam, can I kiss your panties?” I asked, my voice breaking with the unrelieved tension.

“Yes, puppy,” she breathed and I sank my face into the wet warmth of her panties, her perfume surrounding my senses, my whole being.

Suddenly, she pushed me back and I rested on my heels, cock pulsing as she stood up. “You’re going well for the first part,” she said, unzipping her skirt and laying it over the bed. I marvelled at the sight. White medical smock, black garter belt, black lace panties and sheer black stockings.

“Take my panties off,” she ordered and, my hands trembling with the frustration, I reach up and gently eased the black lace panties down around her ankles. I could see her wet pussy lips, puffy with desire, shiny pinkly through her dark pubic hair.

Clara sat on the bed, took her glasses off, placing them on a bedside table and then spread her legs. She looked down at me through heavy lidded eyes. “Well?” she whispered.

“Please Madam,” I croaked, my voice cracking with desire. “May I lick your pussy?”

She nodded briefly and, with a sigh, sank back onto the bed, her legs splayed for my attention. Recalling my lessons, I gently ran my tongue over her lips and her thighs. I followed on, licking, nibbling and kissing and I was rewarded with faint sighs above me.

My face wet with her juices, her taste dominating my sense, I increased the tempo of my darting tongue as I explored her musky creases, folds and fleshy tunnel until she suddenly stiffened, legs crushing my ears as she bucked to orgasm, groaning her release.

Tenderly, I licked up her juices, cleaning the wetness until she pushed me away. 

“Acceptable,” she said, reaching down for her panties. “You may leave and wait in your room.”

My cock was pulsing hungrily, in need, but she ignored it and I, dejectedly, walked out of the room. My cock moved maddeningly as I walked down the corridor to the elevator. Soon I was in my room, waiting, desperate for relief.

Sammie walked in with a tray of food and I quickly fell to my knees. 

“Been in training, eh,” she said, putting the tray on the floor. “I can smell the bitch on you from here.” She leaned against the wall, watching me. “Ok, eat.”

Remembering last time, I slurped like an animal and Sammie giggled as I snorted and licked my way through the food. Cautiously, I wiped my mouth and looked up at her.

Sammie had a harsh smile on her black face. “They’ve got you, haven’t they,” she said. “They’re going turn you into their puppy dog and there ain’t a thing you can do about it!”

I blinked. She was right. There was nothing I could do about any of this, I was totally under their control. Here I was naked, shorn head, shaven groin , crawling on the floor with a hard on and eating food like a dog. Sadness enveloped me, and I blinked back the bitter tears.

She reached out and slammed the door shut. With a quick movement, she slid her smock up revealing her naked pussy with its sparse black hairs. “Well, puppy dog, it’s been a while so lick on this. And if you don’t do a good job, I’ll tell those bitches you tried to rape me.” Sammie smiled coldly. “I’d guess they’d cut your balls off for that. Lick!”

Panicking, I shuffled to her and forced my face against the smooth black skin of her groin. A firm hand pushed me away and she strode to the bunk, sitting down with legs spread. “Might as well get comfortable. C’mon, boy,” she called. “get your white tongue over here and lick on some black pussy.”

And I did.

My tongue, pink and fleshy against the blackness of her smooth skin, probed and pushed into her crevasses and folds, tasting her juices and tantalising her to new heights. 

My whole body was straining with the urge to cum, teetering on the edge but unable even to lightly touch my cock. A prisoner in an invisible jail.

Gasping, swearing and calling some man’s name out, Sammie came, legs clamping my head deep into her juices. With disdain, she threw me back and left me grovelling on the floor as she pulled her skirt down.

Without a backward glance, she left me on the floor, desperate with need, my cock pulsing, throbbing and straining to cum. I heard the door slam and I yearned for some relief. Desperately, I pushed my cock against the bunk and tried to rub against the rough blanket, my pelvis thrusting obscenely in and out.

“What are you doing!” Clara’s voice penetrated my fog of lust and, then, that terrible pain hit my balls.

“Aagh!!” I screamed, rolling on the floor in agony but, somewhere in the back of my mine, was the thought that at least this would destroy my hard on and my urgent desire to cum.

“Exercise time, puppy,” she laughed at my prostrate body. “Not the kind of exercise you’d like.

I spent the rest of the day exercising and, that night after my short meal,  I collapsed into a deep sleep with haunting dreams of fucking a bodiless plastic pussy.
Day Six


Sammie found me waiting on my knees when she bustled in and, without a word, she beckoned me to follow, leading me to the bathroom.

Blushing, I looked at the toilet and Sammie smiled. “Go ahead,” she said and I did, much to my shame and embarrassment.

The shock of my smooth head hit me once again as I stared at my reflection. It was another person, someone I did not know.

After shaving my head and face, I showered and then followed Sammie back to the room where she told me to lay on the bunk, legs spread wide. Whistling tunelessly, she used the portable razor to eliminate the stubble on my groin. My cock rose at her light touch and I yearned for relief as her fingers teasingly brushed against my straining cock.

Ignoring my hard cock, Sammie instructed me to eat and I crouched on the floor, munching the food while she sat on the bunk. When I looked up, I saw her legs were spread apart, white panties in her hand. 

“Come on,” she said, gesturing at her black pussy. “You’ve got five minutes to get me there.”

I crawled to her and began my now familiar task, licking, nibbling and probing with my tongue, extracting a few soft moans and sighs until, juices running down my smooth face, she came.

“Getting better all the time,” she said, pushing me away. “Ok,” she said, struggling into her panties. “Get your sorry ass upstairs to room twelve. Knock and enter when told, on your knees. Quickly. Run.”

Cock hard, flopping wildly, I ran to the elevator and drove it to the second floor. Frantically, I searched for the correct room. Sighing with relief, I knocked on the door and waited.

“Come in, puppy,” a female voice said and I crawled in to a bedroom. Jenny  Maloney was in the bed, hair loose and spread over the pillows that propped her up. Her large breasts rose and fell in a filmy white top, the rest of her obscured by the blankets. My eyes fell on the controller in her hand.

“The correct way for you to enter a woman’s bed is from the foot and under the blankets. Do not let your cock touch the linen. You cum,” she warned, “and you’ll receive pain you’ll never forget.”

Gingerly, I crawled under the blankets, my ass high in the air to avoid contact my hard cock with the smooth bed linen, as I knew, if my cock touched it, I would cum.

I crawled between her spread legs and, in the musty confines of the bed, I could smell her sweet perfume of her pussy. “Please Madam,” I called from under the blankets. “May I lick you?”

“You may,” came her imperious reply, muffled slightly from the blankets and, once again, I commenced my task, my stiff cock trembling with desire.

In the darkness, I could just make out the wonder of her pussy, the light coloured pubic hair that had been shaved into a narrow strip and the wet full lips. I felt the blankets move and a sudden rush of light and cool air on my ass told me my bottom half was now clearly exposed while above my waist was covered by the blankets as I focussed on my task.

I heard the door open and I inwardly cringed in embarrassment but dared not stop. The rattle of cups and a female voice.

“Is that nice?” A slight giggle.

“A wonderful way to wake up,” Jenny said.

“I’ll leave your breakfast here. Puppy looks like he’s got his mouth full.” A tinkling laugh and I wondered who it was. The door closed and soon, Jenny was moaning above me and rushed to a wet orgasm. Absurdly, I was proud of myself.

“Out,” she snapped and I slid out of the bed, careful not to touch the linen with my cock, and knelt next to the bed, looking up at her.

“Please, Madam,” I begged. “Can I cum?”

“Not yet,” she said dismissively. “You haven’t earned it.”  

Haven’t earned it, my mind screamed! Three women and I haven’t earned it? I wanted to punch her in the nose as the anger bubbled in me, anger at what they had done to me and what they were continuing to do.

“You fucking bitch!” I screamed, raising my arm to strike her. She flicked the controller, the pain hit me like a torpedo to the balls and I writhed in agony for what seemed like hours.

Maloney slid out of the bed, her nightgown falling around her thighs, the controller in her hand. “So, not that docile any more?” she said.

“I’m sorry, Madam,” I whimpered, tears in my eyes, wishing I could cradle my balls.

“Oh, you don’t know how sorry,” she said coldly and her finger tightened on the controller. Wave upon wave of red tinged pain rolled over me until I collapsed into unconsciousness.

I slowly came around, groaning and whimpering as I remembered the pain, lying on the floor of another room.  Blinking, I recoiled in shock as I saw CJ and Leonie seated in two chairs across the room. Both were in dresses and both were casually smoking, watching me. 

CJ crossed her long legs. “Looks like he’s back.”

Leonie smiled. “Welcome back. Guess you know the rules by now. You speak when spoken to and you call us madam. Got it?”

“Yes, Madam,” I croaked.

“You’ve been a naughty puppy,” CJ observed. “Very naughty. Upset one of the medical staff. Can’t have that. God knows they cost us enough.”

“Puppy has to be punished,” Leonie smiled. “ Puppy has to be fixed.” Horror ran through me at those words and I remembered Verity’s threat of castration. They wouldn’t! Would they? 

The door opened and Marilyn Rome swept in, followed by Kent and Maloney. ”it’s just a little set back,” Marilyn announced calmly. “He’s been driven mad by the sexual frustration.”

“I thought that was the idea?” CJ said lazily, smoke twirling around her regal face. She crossed her legs again, the slight rasp of nylon against nylon and my cock stirred at the sound and the sight of her long legs in shiny hose.

“Look, he’s getting hard again,” Leonie giggled. “Just from a little show of leg.”

“He will learn his place in a while,” Rome said. “The breaking down process takes time.”

CJ continued to stare at me. “We don’t have time. You’ve been too gentle.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” protested Marilyn Rome.

“I would!” CJ snapped. “I’ve spoken to Miss Langton. She wants the additional modifications brought forward. Now.” As I listened, I whimpered in fear but they ignored me.

“If you insist,” Marilyn Rome said stiffly. “Clara and Jenny. Please get him ready.”

They each took one of my arms and, sick with fear, I meekly let them lead me to the examination table. 

Jenny Maloney showed me the controller, eyes glinting. “Just disobey me once,” she warned. “Just give me an excuse.” I shivered and lowered my head, trying to escape her eyes. “Up on the table,” she said and I climbed up.

They strapped me down and I looked up at the mirror, praying they weren’t going to castrate me.

A flat metal collar was fixed to my neck and, with that little flash of heat, was sealed. I knew it was permanent, just like the ring around my balls.

“Open wide,” Rome said, pressing my jaws apart. A small round, hollow cylinder was pushed into my mouth, my tongue guided through it before it rested against my teeth. Rome moved an instrument into my mouth and I felt a sharp pain and then heat again.

“There,” she said with satisfaction. My eyes widened with horror when I realised my mouth was permanently open, a constant  round hole with my tongue in the centre. I panicked when I tried to swallow. “Relax,” Rome said. “Just focus on swallowing and you’ll be all right.”

CJ walked into view and looked down at me. “Say hello, puppy,” she said.

“Ullahh,”I listened to my garbled sounds in horror as the women burst into laughter.

Leonie, laughing loudly, patted me on my bald head. “Puppies don’t talk,” she giggled.

Rome produced a long forceps style instrument and seized my tongue. Trembling, I watched her prepare piercing needles and tried to call out in unintelligible protests when she calmly pierced my tongue and inserted three round headed studs in a row down the tongues centre towards the tip. It was painful but not unbearable.

“Saw it in Thailand,” CJ told the group. “Increases the pleasure of the woman. Great idea, isn’t it?” I watched the group of women nod in agreement, my tongue feeling thick and heavy. 

Jenny leaned forward, a cold smile on her lips as she used an electric razor to remove my eyebrows. I looked up at my reflection and started to panic. I didn’t look human, it was like I was looking at an obscene alien!

Rome looked up at CJ. “The ring?”

CJ nodded coolly. “Yup. Let’s not stop now.”

With a quick motion, Marilyn Rome pierced my nose and I tried to cry out but a gurgle was all that leapt from my open mouth. A gold ring was pushed through the pierced nostril and sealed shut. A naked, skinned animal looked down at me from the ceiling mirror, a small tear escaping from its eye.

Efficiently, Rome pierced both ear lobes and inserted ear rings with small silver bells hanging from them, like the kind used on pet birds.

Clara and Jenny released the straps. Relief flooded over me, they weren’t going to cut my balls off!

They pushed me to the floor and I rested there. “Get up,” commanded CJ and I unsteadily rose. When I reached crouching height I was hit by another wave of pain and I immediately dropped to the floor amidst the laughter from the watching women.

“Ain’t that a bitch,” Leonie said. “Puppy can’t stand up!”

“Guess you got to stay on all fours,” sneered Jenny, revenge clearly on her agenda.

“Your neck must not be higher than the controllers,” advised Rome. “Keep your head below our waist level and you’ll be pain free.” I realised then I was destined to scuttle along the floor like an animal.

CJ clipped a light chain to my nose ring.” Come on, puppy,” she said. “Time for a walk.” The women laughed, even Doctor Rome had a smile on her face as I scuttled along side CJ like a chimpanzee.

As she led me down the corridor, I realised it would be better to crawl on all fours and I did, her skirt brushing against me as she walked. I felt so powerless and so humiliated, reduced to an animal, a plaything for these hard women.

We entered a small library, the walls covered with volumes of books and some stacked on a reading desk. CJ sat at the desk and smiled down at me. “One of Miss Langton’s favourite positions for you will be under the desk. Move there now.” 

Crawling under the desk, my mouth wide open, I was greeted with the sight of CJ’s long legs in sheer nylon. My cock throbbed as she slid her skirt up and opened her legs. She was wearing pantihose without panties and I could see her sparse blonde pubic hair pressed against the nylon.

“Get to it,” she snapped and I pressed my open mouth to the nylon and moved my tongue with its three studs against her. My tongue hurt but I managed to keep at it.

Above me, I heard the phone being used. “Hello, Miss Langton. CJ here. Yes, modifications implemented as instructed.” A small laugh.” Yes, I’m trying it out now. Yes, under the desk. All right.”

The handpiece of the phone was pushed under the desk and pressed against me ear. “Hello, Jerry darling,” Verity’s voice sounded in my ear. “I know you can’t talk,” she giggled. “And you’ve got your mouth full.” A shrill peal of laughter and I blinked a tear away as I desperately tried to lick CJ’s pussy through the nylon. “I’m looking forward to trying out those studs myself. Tell CJ I’ve finished.” 

I pulled my face away and tried to talk. “Uughuuhg,” the garbled sounds echoed in my ear and I heard Verity burst into loud laughter down the line.

CJ pulled the phone up, said goodbye and hung up. Her hand pushed me away and she stood up, pulled her pantyhose off and sat down again, her legs wide apart. Without waiting for her instructions, I buried my face in her glistening pussy and used the flat of my tongue and the studs to titillate her clitoris while my hard cock throbbed endlessly in denial.

It didn’t take too long and she gushed into a powerful orgasm, her juices slick on my hairless head. CJ pushed the chair out, stood and moved to the centre of the room.

“Come here,” she demanded and I knelt in front of her. “With the separator in your mouth, your food will be in liquid form. Let’s test it.” Her finger grabbed my nose ring and pulled my open mouth hard against her pussy while the other finger rested on the controller. “Don’t move,” she warned. “And don’t spill a drop.”

Without warning, I felt her urine splash down my throat and I started to panic. “Swallow,” she said. “Focus on the swallowing.” I was crying as I swallowed her pee, crying from this ultimate humiliation. When she stopped, she said, “Lick me clean,” and I used my tongue to take the last drops of her piss from her pussy.

“Good,” she said, smiling with satisfaction as she straightened her skirt. “Lie there, puppy,” she said, pointing at a mat in front of an empty fireplace. Weary, ashamed and the tears drying on my face, I laid down on the mat and curled into a ball, careful to keep my hands away from my throbbing groin.

That was how I spent my day, resting on the mat until a broth was placed in front of me and, much to the amusement of  Sammie, I lapped it up with my tongue.

Towards evening, I was ordered under the desk once again and another pussy slid into my view. I didn’t know who it was but I licked her to orgasm once again. The studs did help but my jaws were aching at being forced open for so long and I hoped they would take pity on me and remove the separator.

They didn’t and left me on the mat in front of the cold fireplace and I managed a fitful and nightmare ridden sleep.
Day Seven


Slowly, I dragged myself awake as the morning sun streamed in through the library window. No sirens or flickering lights in this part of the building, just the warmth of the summer sun. My jaws ached and there was a wet patch on the mat where I had drooled during the night, a result of my mouth being held open all night by the separator. My cock was hard, a combination of the continual sexual denial I had been forced to endure and the morning need to piss.

I heard footsteps and felt a foot kick me in the ass. Turning, I saw CJ, dressed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt, staring down at me. “Time to wake up, boy,” she growled and, noticing the controller on her belt, I quickly scrambled onto all fours. 

I sensed someone else in the doorway, turned to look, my ear rings tinkling and was stunned. A young girl, probably about seventeen, stood in the doorway, dressed in a simple checked skirt and a large, ribbed cotton sweater.

She was achingly beautiful. Long blonde hair, pert breasts in the blouse and bare legs with white sox and hiking boots. Her eyes travelled over me and she smiled. There seemed to be an innocent air about her, combined with an all knowing guile when she smiled. And what a smile - perfect, fresh, brilliant, wonderful and simply beautiful.

I looked away, embarrassed that this young beautiful woman could see me like this, see me in the state I had been reduced to. A mental image of myself filled my mind and I cringed inwardly in humiliation. Shaven head, eyebrows and groin, mouth held open by the separator displaying my pierced tongue, ring through my nose and ear rings with tiny bells.

“Sleep well?” CJ smirked. “Too bad,” she said. “This is Jana, my niece. She’s a little curious. She wants to have a look at you. Right, Jana?”

Jana smiled and I was dazzled by that sweet smile, my cock throbbing. “Sure,” she said in a soft voice.

CJ stared coldly at me. “She has a controller, puppy, but if you do anything to hurt her in anyway, I will personally cut your balls off!” I shrank back from her, knowing she was more than capable of doing what she threatened. 

“I’ll be back.” She glared at me then stalked off, bending down to peck Jana on the cheek as she passed.

Jana walked slowly over to me and squatted down to examine me. Desperately, I pushed my head to the floor, whimpering, bells tinkling, in an effort to get my collar below her waist. She smiled at me. “Don’t worry, puppy,” she said sweetly. “Look,” she said, pointing at the controller fastened to a gold chain, hanging between her breasts.

Her gentle hand patted my shaven head. “Can you talk?” she asked and I shook my head. “Poor puppy,” she pouted and my cock surged again. “Roll over,” she said and I rolled onto my back, exposing my hard cock and shaven balls. Embarrassed, I watched as she bent down to examine my genitals. “Cute,” she pronounced and I blushed.

“You’re hard,” she giggled. “Boys are so easy to tease when they’re hard. They beg me to play with their cocks.” She smiled mischievously at me and my cock twitched. “I bet you’d beg me for a hand job, wouldn’t you?” she teased, that beautiful smile shining on me.

“Uggh!” I tried to talk, saliva dripping from my mouth.

She laughed softly and shifted her position and I realised that, in her squatting position, I could see her white panties. Jana knew where I was looking and her blue eyes sparkled. “Naughty, puppy,” she whispered. “Looking at my panties.” Her quick fingers caught my tongue, pulled it out so she could examine the studs. “Cool!” she exclaimed.

“Come on, puppy,” she said, picking up the chain and clicking it to my nose ring. “Time for a walk.” I followed her on all fours, ear bells tinkling and my hard cock twitching as she led me by the light chain connected to my nose ring.

Down the corridor, left into another one and she unlocked a door, leading me in as she flicked the lights on. It was a girls bedroom and I guessed it was hers.

She squatted down to remove the chain, providing me with a clear view of the plain white panties. “I’m supposed to take you for a walk,” she said, her sparkling blue eyes looking deep into mine, “but you won’t tell any one, will you?”  Jana smiled that beautiful smile and I knew I would do anything for her.

Still smiling, she kicked her boots off, peeled the sox off and slipped her top over her head. Jana wasn’t wearing a bra and I gazed at her tight breasts and nipples. The gold chain with the controller swinging in front of her, Jana unzipped her skirt and dropped it on the floor. My cock was pounding as I stared at her in her white cotton panties.

“Ready?” she teased, that beautiful smile and her fingers slipped the panties down. I could feel my eyes bulging as I realised her pussy was completely clean shaven. “Aunt CJ would be a surprised,” she giggled.

Reclining on the bed, she idly fingered her pussy and I could see she was all ready wet. “Boys don’t know how to do it,” she said softly, her long blonde hair falling to her breasts. “They spurt too quickly as well,” she laughed. “I overheard Aunt CJ talking. You know how to lick, don’t you?” Jana teased, her eyes sparkling and that wonderful grin across her face.

Eagerly, I nodded, bells tinkling. A delicious feeling of humiliation swept over me and my cock throbbed. I wanted to abase myself to this young goddess, to be her willing servant and, intuitively, Jana seemed to know that.

I trembled as my studded tongue tenderly swept over her shaven mound, teasing her naked pouting lips and exploring the pink wetness of her pussy. “Ooooh,” she giggled, “that’s nice.”

Encouraged, I applied my tongue and my newly learned skills. As her young juices flowed over my open mouth, Jana rocked on my tongue and exploded into a hot, furious orgasm, her naked breasts heaving.

After a moment, she got dressed and I watched that magnificent, bald pussy disappear into those plain cotton panties. I whimpered, trying to draw her attention to my straining cock, desperate for what I had been denied for so long.

As she brushed her hair back, she smiled down at me. “I can’t do it, puppy,” she apologises. “Aunt CJ has plans and you can’t cum yet. I’m sorry, puppy,” Jana said softly and I felt tears running down my distended cheeks as my whole body trembled with urgent desire.

Crouching down, she brushed my tears away. “Poor puppy,” she said and kissed my head with her full red lips. I quivered with need, on the brink and just faltering on  the edge.

Jana left me back in the library and, with a cheery girlish wave, walked out of the room.

Broken and despondent, I scuttled alongside CJ as she led me to a large tiled area with benches that overlooked some open shower stalls. She snapped the chain from my nose ring and stared at me as I knelt, quivering on the tiled floor. “I’m guessing that separator is now pretty painful,” she sneered and I nodded, tears in my eyes.

The door opened and I saw Clara and Jenny smile at CJ as they perched on the bench. They were both dressed in their white smocks and skirts. Leonie followed immediately and sat with them but, unlike the other women, she was dressed as if she was going out on a date in a short, figure hugging red dress and black hose.

CJ threw Leonie a black stun gun and she caught it deftly as Marilyn Rome entered with a black bag. “Ready?” she asked CJ and I felt afraid once more.

“Just a minute,” CJ answered, turning her full attention to me. “I’m going to remove the separator,” she said and relief flooded over me. “You are not to talk unless spoke to and you will always refer to any female as Madam. You will refer to Miss Langton as Mistress. If you want to say something, you will kiss your owner’s foot and wait for permission. You must always call yourself Puppy. Got it?” I nodded feverishly, saliva drooling from my open mouth.

“Any more trouble from you, puppy and I’ll fix you for good!” CJ nodded at Rome who inserted an instrument into my mouth, twisted it to the back and, suddenly, removed the separator. Slowly, I flexed my aching jaw muscles, working them, painfully, back into life.

I looked around at the grinning women, even Doctor Rome was smiling broadly. Leaning forward, I kissed CJ’s foot and a few giggles echoed around the room.

“I think he’s got it,” Leonie said behind me. The door opened and I was mortified to see Jana take her place on the bench next to the three women.

“Permission to speak,” CJ barked.

“Puppy needs to piss,” I croaked, embarrassed and the women laughed.

“In there,” CJ directed, laughing as I crawled into the shower stall and positioned myself over the drain hole. They burst into laughter as released, the golden stream of piss splashing onto the floor and over my hands. My face was bright red and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Jana staring at me with amused wonderment.

When I finished, I remained on my hands and knees in the shower stall, stinking of my own piss. Grimacing with distaste, Marilyn Rome approached me with a large aerosol cane in her hand. With out a word, she covered me in foam, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Immediately, I felt a slight burning sensation all over and, as it became more intense, I whimpered I pain.

CJ was looking at her watch. “Now,” she said and the shower jets came on, washing the foam away and with it, the last remaining hair on my body. Soon, I knelt, dripping and completely hairless, my pink and smooth body shinning in the overhead lights.

“A hairless puppy,” crowed Leonie. “Come here, puppy,” she said and, as I crawled to her, ear bells ringing,  Marilyn Rome left the room.

To my shame, I realised that Jana was seated next to Leonie. I looked up at Leonie, her shining legs in black nylon as they disappeared under that short red dress and my cock twitched.

Leonie slid her skirt up and I glimpsed the top of her thighs, my cock surging into full hardness. “Look,” said Jana, that beautiful smile on her face. “He’s hard. Just like that.”

“Keep him horny and they’ll do anything you want,” smiled Leonie. “Trouble is they pop to soon.”

“Is that the normal size?” Jana asked and I realised she was attempting to appear innocent in front of her aunt.

The women laughed. “No,” said CJ. “That’s a small one.”

“Are you horny, puppy,” asked Clara, a broad smile on her face.

“Yes, Madam,” I said humbly, the studs making me lisp slightly.

“No,” scolded CJ from behind me. “Yes Madam, puppy is horny,” she corrected. “Say it!”

“Yes Madam,” I said, blushing. “Puppy is horny.” They laughed.

“Does puppy want to cum?” Jenny asked.

“Yes Madam, puppy wants to cum.” I felt so humiliated.

Leonie slid her skirt up further so I could stare at the soft gusset of her pantyhose and my cock twitched uncontrollably. “I guess you’d do anything to cum,” Leonie said slyly. “Would you?”

“Madam, Puppy would do anything to cum,” I pleaded softly, my whole body trembling, hypnotised by the vision of her pantyhosed pussy.

“Kiss our feet.” I lunged forward and kissed Leonie’s high heels, then Clara and Jenny’s followed by CJ’s sneakers.

“Don’t forget Jana’s,” warned Leonie. 

Embarrassed, I kissed Jana’s hiking boots as she smiled down at me.” You can get them to do anything,” she said, that wonderful mischievous smile on her face.

Leonie laughed and straitened her dress so her pussy disappeared from view. “Watch. You were bad to Jenny yesterday,” Leonie said to me and I hung my head. “It’s up to Jenny.”

I whirled to Jenny, ear bells tinkling, and she laughed at the desperate look on my face as she rummaged in her back, taking a thick laundry marker out. ”I want to write your name on your face. Do you want that, puppy.”

“Please Madam,” I pleaded, desperate, “Puppy wants you to write….”

“Come here,” she interrupted and I knelt in front of her as she wrote something on my forehead with the marker. “Show them.” As I turned my face to the other women they burst into laughter, Jana holding a delicate hand in front of her beautiful face as she giggled. “Now we all know he’s Puppy.”

Jenny reached behind the bench and threw something at he. “Here, puppy,” she smiled.  It was a black high heel shoe. “Puppies like to play with old shoes. You can cum, puppy,” she said coldly. “Use the shoe.” 

I picked the shoe up and the women fell silent, all watching me intently. I couldn’t hold the shoe and slide my cock in it as the wrist bands would get close to my cock and it would be pain time again.

Placing the shoe upright on the ground, I crawled over it and, by using pelvic thrusts I could just get some friction against my sensitive cock.

I heard laughter as I fucked the shoe, ear bells tingling madly, trying to get enough friction as the shoe kept sliding on the floor. The shoe slid against Jana’s hiking boot and I looked up at her smiling face. “Would you like me to hold it still?” she asked, that wonderful smile and sparkling blue eyes teasing me.

“Please madam,” I begged the seventeen year old girl. “Puppy would like you to keep the shoe still.”

“Why?” she said innocently and the ladies giggled.

“So puppy can fuck the shoe,” I said, blushing, humiliated beyond belief as laughter echoed in the tiled room.

“All right, puppy,” Jana smiled at my red face as she wedged the shoe against her hiking boots.

Desperate, I crouched over the shoe and started fucking, my cock rubbing against the shoe as it slid in and out of it. It didn’t take long and I groaned as I erupted, filling the shoe with my sticky cum to the applause of the women.

Still giggling, the women filed out of the room, as I crouched over the shoe in shame. “Clean it,” CJ snapped as she left me alone in the bathroom with my humiliation.

Sometime later, Sammie arrived with a bowl of food which I lapped up as she watched. “Do you want to know what’s written on your head?” she grinned.

“Yes, Madam, puppy would like to know.”

“Puppy. That’s all. I guess it will come off. Ok,” she said when I licked the bowl clean. “Lot’s of exercises this afternoon. You’ve lost a lot of fat and your muscles are getting defined. But first,” she grinned, raising her skirt, “ put that tongue to work.”
Day Eight



That morning I was taken to a kitchen and allowed to crouch under the table while Sammie prepared breakfast for everyone. She had all ready allowed me to shower and pee, in front of her, to my continual embarrassment.

I still internally cringed at the image of me fucking the shoe while they watched but I had no control any more, I had been methodically broken down by living on the edge of fear and sexual frustration.

The controller had been placed on the large table so I could not raise my ahead above the table top so I lay underneath, my nose chain connected to the table leg.

Voices, the scrape of chairs and soon I was hemmed in by female legs in dresses and skirts, some with hose, others without. I strained to identify the voices as they chattered. Leonie’s, Jenny’s and Clare’s definitely. Ah, there was CJ’s and then, to my humiliation, I recognised Jana’s.

“Where’s puppy, Sammie?” Leonie asked.

“Under the table,” she answered from the stove and there was a chorus of giggles.

“Are you there, puppy?” Jenny called.

“Yes Madam,” I replied and they all laughed again.

“I bet he’s trying to look up our skirts,” Leonie said and, as she did, someone uncrossed her legs and let them fall apart. It was a short black skirt and the woman, (I guessed it was Leonie) had black stockings, black garter belt and black lace panties. As I stared at the crotch, my cock hardened as I recognised Leonie’s legs.

“Are you trying to look up our skirts, puppy?” Leonie demanded.

“Yes Madam,” I said meekly. “Puppy is trying to look up your skirts.”

“Naughty puppy,” she scolded, giggling, as the women all laughed and they all opened their legs.

Plain white panties, white lace, pantyhose without panties and Jana’s naked bald pussy. My cock throbbed and I yearned to be able to cum as the women giggled above me.

“Are you hard, puppy?” CJ asked.

“Yes, Madam, puppy is hard.” 

Leonie dangled her black high heel shoe from her stocking foot. “Would puppy like to fuck my shoe?” she taunted.

I had to come. “Yes Madam, puppy would like to fuck your shoe.” I had arrived at the lowest point of my life and the loud laughter of the women rang in my ears.

They ate their breakfast while I stared at their panties and the pouting lips of Jana’s pussy. To my embarrassment, they slid their plates under the table and I ate the scraps, using only my tongue as instructed.

The chairs scraped and they stood with Leonie unhooking my nose chain to lead me from the kitchen. I scuttled along next to her and found myself in a white tiled bathroom.

Leonie left for a moment and returned with a bag, taking out a longer chain which she wrapped around the toilet and connected to my collar. My nose chain was left lying across the toilet so I was crouched before it, looking up at it.

 “Perfect,” she said, smiling, placing the controller on the bench. Stunned, I watched as she placed a white board with the words ‘If puppy causes trouble, use this’ written on it next to the controller.

“Have a great day, puppy,” she said and, laughing, left me alone in the bathroom.

I tried to move but found I was held into this strange crouching position in front of the toilet and, as I couldn’t move my hands close to my crotch, I had to stay on all fours.

The door opened and closed and, as I couldn’t turn my head, I had no idea who was there.

“Well, well, puppy licker.” It was CJ. A rustle of clothing and then she was seated on the toilet, skirt bunched around her waist and her pussy exposed. She jerked on the nose chain and forced my face against her cunt as she sat right on the edge of the toilet seat. “Open wide,” she said and I opened my mouth as she leant back, pushing her pussy against my open mouth while pulling me closer with the nose chain.

“Don’t make a mess,” she warned. Suddenly my mouth was full of her piss and I struggled to swallow as she hummed to herself, idly flicking my ear bells to make them ring.

The flow ceased and, as I spluttered and coughed, CJ smiled coldly at me. “My little toilet. Aren’t you, puppy?”

“Yes Madam,” I croaked. Puppy is your toilet.”

A small laugh and she nodded. “Good. Now, lick me clean.” As my tongue went to work, she flicked my ear bells again. “Good. Now, make me cum.”

I set to work with my tongue, my throat burning and humiliated beyond belief. Can I get any lower, I thought to myself. To be used as a toilet, to be nothing more than a masturbation device, I was at the bottom. 

CJ groaned and moaned as my expert tongue probed and caressed her inner folds, teasing and building her to the peak as I flicked against her clitoris. I took an obscene pride in my new vocation as CJ rocked in orgasm, moaning loudly and pressing her legs around my head.

My cock was hard, rock hard and I wondered why I continued to get aroused from this humiliation. I hoped it was the frustration and the sight of CJ’s lovely pussy

Dabbing at her pussy with some toilet tissue, she nodded approvingly. “Not bad. Not bad at all. You’ve picked it up well. Still,” she said as she stood, “more practice won’t go astray.” The toilet flushed and I looked down at the swirling water below my nose as she pulled her panties on, adjusted her skirt  and touched up her make up.

“’Bye, puppy,” she said, leaving me alone once again and I crouched back down on the floor, full of her piss and my own shame.

Sometime later, the door opened again and Leonie stood above me. “Enjoying yourself, puppy?” she teased.

“No Madam,” I said softly.

“That’s funny,” she said. “Your little cock is hard. Here,” she said, lifting her skirt and revealing her stockings, garter belt and black lace panties, “take my panties down. I need to piss.”

Straining, I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of the panties, gently pulling them down to a puddle of black lace around her ankles. Leonie stepped out of them and sat on the edge of the toilet seat, legs apart.

“You know your place, don’t you puppy?”

“Yes madam,” I said meekly, pressing my open mouth against her pussy. I managed to look up and saw a huge smiled on her face as she filled my mouth with her urine. Tears forming in my eyes, I managed to swallow without spilling, noting that Leonie’s piss had a different flavour to CJ’s.

When she stopped, I dutifully licked her  clean and, then, started to lick her pussy as I did for CJ. Abruptly, she jerked me back so my face was inches from her cunt.

“No, puppy. You must ask first,” she said severely. “Ask nicely.”

“Please madam,” I asked, face flushing, “can puppy lick your pussy?”

Leonie idly ran her fingers over her pussy lips. “I think my pussy is beautiful, puppy,” she said. “Don’t you?”

“Please madam,” I said desperately, my cock jerking wildly. “Can puppy lick your beautiful pussy?”

“Of course you can, puppy.” She said, smiling in victory and I launched my eager tongue to her pussy. Shortly, after my lapping and caressing, Leonie came and I continued to lick her juices until she gently pushed me away. After drying herself with tissue, she instructed me to pull her panties up while she held her skirt around her waist.

When I gently tugged the black lace into place, I watched her pussy disappear from my view with a strange longing. “Would you like to say goodbye to pussy?” she said softly.

“Please madam,” I croaked. “Can puppy say goodbye to pussy?”

”Yes, puppy. Gently kiss my panties goodbye.” I leaned forward and let my lips brush against the black lace.

“You love pussy, don’t you puppy?” she gently prompted.

“Yes madam,” I said hoarsely. “Puppy loves your pussy.”

“No,” she admonished. “Puppy loves all pussies.”

“Yes madam,” I moaned. “Puppy loves all pussies.“ And I realised that was absolutely true and my degradation was complete.

Leonie dropped her skirt and left the bathroom, a strange smile on her lovely face.

In quick succession, I drank the urine of Clare and Jenny and then begged to lick their pussies. Obligingly, they let me and the both enjoyed intense orgasms. My humiliation was deep and my cock continually hard.

Sammie entered early in the afternoon, fed me some scraps and let me beg to lick her pussy after taking her piss. I needed to piss so she had me cock my leg over the floor grate and let go while she taunted me.

Late afternoon, I was shocked to see Marilyn Rome standing over me, dressed in a grey skirt, white smock and grey stockings and shoes. She lifted her skirt to show me plain white panties under her grey pantihose.

“Well?” she demanded.

“Please madam,” I pleaded. “Can I lick your beautiful pussy?”

“Excellent. And, if I want to relieve myself?”

“Please madam, can I drink your piss?”

Rome smiled down at me. “What if I need to defecate, puppy? I’ll need wiping.”

Stunned, shocked and embarrassed, I couldn’t help myself. “Please madam, can puppy lick your ass?”

She dropped her skirt. “Excellent progress.” With that, she walked out of the bathroom, leaving my with my throbbing cock and my humiliation.

My last visitor was Jana who slipped in very late in the afternoon.

“Hello, puppy,” she said, that beautiful smile on her face as she raised her skirt and I marvelled at that beautiful bald pussy.

“Please madam,” I croaked. “Can puppy lick your beautiful pussy?”

“Yes, puppy,” she smiled, squatting in front of me so I could pursue my talent. She came quickly, very quickly and I guessed she had been turned on by the sight of me and my humiliation.

I was wrong. It was the thought of what she was going to do next.

Jana stood over me. “Aunt CJ told me to piss on you, puppy. Said I would enjoy it,” she said, smiling down at my shocked face. “She also said you would enjoy it. Do you want me to, puppy?”

My cock throbbed. “Please Madam,” I begged this beautiful seventeen year old girl. “Please piss on puppy.”

And she did. The golden stream splashed over my shaved body and my bald head and this was, I knew, the complete degradation.

I liked her dry and she dropped her skirt. “Aunt CJ was right,” she said. “I did enjoy it.”

As I watched her leave, I also knew that, perversely, I enjoyed it as it was the only intimate contact I had had in over a week.

I lay down in the puddle of piss and waited for Sammie or someone to take their puppy for a bath.
Day Nine

I was kicked awake by CJ, made to piss, shower and then led down the corridor. I was still completely hairless with no sign of even stubble and I wondered if the foam Rome had applied had permanent results. I also wondered if the shower had removed Jenny’s graffiti on my forehead.

CJ was dressed in a dark skirt, sheer hose and cream blouse. As usual, her beautiful face and short blonde hair made appear like some warrior queen. As I scuttled beside her, I glanced at her long legs in nylon and my cock stirred. The pussy licking and teasing had left me constantly frustrated.

Inside the elevator, CJ punched the buttons and we started to rise. She grinned down at me and slid her skirt up, revealing white lace panties in sheer pantyhose. My cock throbbed mercilessly as CJ mimicked jerking off. “Would you like me to give you a quick hand job?” she grinned.

I hadn’t felt a hand on my cock for so long, so very long. “Please madam,” I begged. I knew she was just teasing me but I couldn’t help myself.

She dropped her skirt and grinned down at my hard cock. “Got you hard again. Good. I like see you crawl around with your little cock all hard.” She laughed as the doors opened and, blushing, I crawled after her.

This floor was more luxurious than the others, thick carpet, paintings on the wall and thick drapes. CJ opened a door and led me into a luxury suite with two soft sofas, walnut desk and gilt mirrors. I guessed bedrooms and bathrooms were behind the two paneled doors that faced the floor to ceiling windows with a terrace beyond. 

CJ unclipped the chain from my nose ring and placed it on the desk. One of the doors opened and, as I gasped in shock, Verity swept in, dressed in a short black dress and hose with shiny high heels. Her mane of red hair was swept back and was hanging on her bare shoulders while her gold ear rings twinkled in the light. She was beautiful and she ignored me.

“Everything organised for tomorrow night?” she asked CJ who nodded.

“All organised.”

“I want to make sure they’re all there.”

“I’ve personally spoken to everyone and,” she smirked at me, “explained the situation. They wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good. Thanks, CJ.” CJ left and Verity sat on one of the sofas, legs crossed while she examined me.

“My, my, Jerry,”  she smiled as she looked me up and down. “You’ve had some changes.” I blushed and hung my head. “I like the way your new name is written on your head. Bit smudged, though. Might need it tattooed.” I blinked in horror and she smiled coldly at me. “Loved the video with you fucking the shoe. I might put that on the internet. Have you learnt your lesson?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I lisped. “Puppy’s learnt his lesson.”

Verity burst into laughter and clapped her hands, her legs the centre of my attention as she uncrossed and recrossed them. When she finally stopped laughing, she stared at me coldly. “I despise you. You cheated on me after all I had done for you.” Verity toyed with the controller and I flinched. “ But, you know what really made me angry? I mean, I could have got over those little flings of yours. But not this!” 

She stood and walked to the desk where she retrieved a small book from her purse. “I found this in your apartment, the start of your pathetic little black book.” I blinked in fear as she sat down and crossed those long legs in sheer black nylon.

Verity gestured angrily at me with the book. “This made interesting reading. The names of all your seven little sluts. And,” she sneered, “it appears you have your very own little rating system. I tried to figure it out. I found one girl in this book, Judy, I think her name was with just one star. And Tiffany with five stars and all the rest somewhere in between. Including me!” She slammed the book down. “You gave me one and a half stars, you little shit! And I’m the one that put up with your pathetic little cock!”

Verity sat back, arms folded and glared at me. “So, puppy, I’m not finished with you yet. I always get the last word in business and I will in this. This is personal!” I watched in horror as her finger pushed the controller.

“Agh!” I cried out in pain, trying to ride it out. Finally, it stopped.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and returned to the sofa. “Mmm, this coffee is good. I guess you haven’t had a cup for a while now,” she snickered. “You haven’t had anything for a while.” Verity uncrossed her legs and left them slightly apart so I could stare into the dark void of her skirt.

“Come here, puppy,” Verity said, smiling down at me as I crawled to her feet, trying to stare up her skirt.

“Look,” she said, sliding her skirt up. She was wearing pantyhose that were designed to look like stockings with the crotch bare. Verity’s pussy was completely exposed, her puffy lips framed by the reddish pubic hairs.

“You haven’t fucked for a while, have you?” she laughed.

“No, Mistress,” I whispered, hypnotised by her glistening pussy.

“I think it will be a long time before you get to put that pathetic little cock in any pussy. Maybe never. Show me your tongue.” I poked my studded tongue out for her inspection. “You never used to go down on me. That’s changed, I believe?”

“Yes Mistress,” I pleaded. “Can puppy lick your beautiful pussy?”

“My puppy. Lick me, puppy. Lick your mistress,” she ordered, a dreamy look on her beautiful face.

I crouched between her legs and commenced my now familiar task as she moaned softly above me. The nylon of her hose grazed my ears, her juices covered my face as I used my tongue and the tongue studs to give her intense pleasure. The sight, smell and sensual sounds of her pussy made my cock unbearably hard and I desperately wanted to cum. Over the past days, the wrist bands and the gold ring around my balls had trained me to keep my hands away from my cock. Now, I considered exchanging the pain for just a few seconds of feeling my hand around my straining cock.

I kept licking slowly as she lay back, legs wantonly splayed and sensual and satisfied smile on her face as she watched me stroke her labia with my tongue.

“Not bad,” she said. “I guess you’ll get some food after all.” Pushing me away as she stood, Verity adjusted her skirt and sat down at her desk. Ignoring me, she worked on some papers until Sammie arrived, dressed in tight black pants and a floral blouse.

“Finished?” she asked and Verity nodded. She watched as Sammie connected the nose chain and took me away, my ear bells tingling as I crawled out the door. 

Sammie fed me and left me tied to the table in the big kitchen. Later, Leonie and Sammie sat at the table, drinking coffee and ignoring me this time, chatting about friends and lovers. Occasionally though , I would get a glimpse of Leonie’s panties and my constantly hard cock would throb.

Exercise filled the rest of the day and, at the end I was led back to the bathroom where Sammie gave me an aerosol can with a long tube attached. The tube enabled me to squirt the foam over my groin without moving my hands close to that threatening gold ring. I took this to mean that my hair would grow back sometime in the future.

After the shower, I was led back to Verity’s room, shoved inside, the nose chain removed and left alone. The main room was empty so I rested on my knees and waited.

The door opened and Verity strode in, a pleased look on her face. “Follow me,” she snapped and I crawled after her into her bedroom. My eyes bulged as she slowly stripped her clothes off and, naked, walked into the bathroom.

The shower ran and I heard Verity singing softly as I stared down at my hard bald cock. Was she going to let me fuck her? I couldn’t remember what slipping my cock into a wet pussy felt like.

She emerged, naked, towelling her hair and I watched those magnificent breasts jiggle with the movement. “Hard, puppy?” she taunted, grinning.

“Yes Mistress,” I groaned. “Puppy is hard.”

“Puppy is going to stay hard,” she said and started pulling some lingerie out of the closet as I watched helplessly, cock throbbing as she snapped a red lace bra around her breasts.

A red lace garter belt was next and she sat on the bed to slide black stockings up her legs. In the other room, I could hear the clink of cutlery and crockery. “Sounds like the dinner table is ready,” she grinned. Verity smoothed the stockings, gave me a cold look and walked back into the bathroom.

When she returned, her make up was completed, hair styled and she looked beautiful as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart. Staring at her pussy, I pleaded with my eyes for relief but she laughed and held out a pair of scissors. “Trim my pussy hair, puppy. I have to look nice for my new lover,” she added slyly and I gasped in shock. “Don’t cut me,” she warned “ or I’ll have your balls cut off.”

Nervously, my cock throbbing, I trimmed her beautiful pussy. I used to boast that I got a lot of pussy but now, I get even more, I just don’t get to fuck them. Her intimate perfume wafted around me as I bent close to trim the red hairs around her puffy pussy lips.

“Stare at it, puppy,” she whispered. “You used to be able to get that when you wanted but you were a fool. Took me for a fool. Big mistake.”

I was sweating when I finished, my cock jerking with my pulse as I prayed for relief. Perhaps I could just rub my cock against her stockings, I thought desperately but Verity suddenly stood up.

I watched as she stepped into a red dress and pull it up, her hands adjusting the side zipper. Verity twirled around. “I think he’ll like it.” She smiled sensuously. “And he’ll get a big surprise when he puts his hand up my dress, won’t he, puppy.” 

She laughed at the miserable look on my face, gathered up her purse and turned to the door. “We’re having a cosy dinner right in the next room. You wait here, puppy. You’re in for quite a night.” With that she left me and my twitching cock alone in the bedroom. She had left the controller on the bed head so I could not stand so I waited on my knees, wondering what humiliation she had planned for me now.

Hours passed and I heard tinkling of glasses, constant mumble of conversation and , sometimes, laughter with Verity’s throaty laugh and a deep rumble from her companion.

Music. And I imagined her dancing with some man, his hand wandering up that short red dress to her cunt and my cock throbbed.

The door opened and Verity walked in, hand in hand with a young black man, and picked up the controller. “Here he is,” she said tipsily. “My little puppy dog. Watch.” She flicked the controller and I writhed in pain on the floor, trying to ride out the waves of red tinged pain. With a click, the pain subsided and, my balls aching, I scrambled to me knees again.

“Effective,” the young man said. He was dressed in fawn slacks and a white, open neck shirt.

“Yes,” Verity said. “Very.” And she leaned into his arms and kissed him. I watched his hand move up her skirt and she parted her legs to give him entry while her hand stroked a huge bulge in his slacks.

My cock was hard and I was thoroughly humiliated, demoted to a non-human in her presence. Verity undid his shirt and slipped it off, his muscular black chest revealed while he kicked his shoes off.

She moved near the bed and, slipped her dress off over her head as he looked approvingly at her. “Beautiful,” he rumbled in that deep voice.

“Puppy,” she said, smiling at me. “This is Harvey. Harvey is your master and can use the controller as well. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”

“No Mistress,” I said hurriedly. “Puppy wouldn’t like that.” My face blushed scarlet.

“Can I have the controller?” Harvey asked, and I flinched as Verity passed it to him.

“Do I have to use this?” he asked.

“No Master, “ I pleaded.

“Undo my pants,” he said and I hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and the pants fell away. As he stepped out of them, I stared at the bulge in his white bikini shorts and Verity giggled.

“And those,” he said and I pulled the bikini shorts down and his huge cock uncurled and hung in front of my eyes.

“Puppy,” Verity called and I turned to look her as she unclipped her bra, her large breasts swinging free. “It’s much bigger than yours, isn’t it?”

I flushed and, involuntarily looked down at my cock. It was smaller and thinner than the monster that hung in front of my face. “Yes, Mistress,” I whispered.

“What?” she snapped.

“Yes Mistress. Master’s cock is bigger than Puppy’s.” Humiliation swept over me as they both laughed.

“Put your hand around it,” she commanded. “Start jerking him off.” Gingerly, I slipped my hand around the tube of black flesh and started moving my hand up and down. “Don’t you wish you could do that to your own cock?” she teased.

“Yes Mistress,” I mumbled, frustrated and embarrassed as his cock stiffened. It was, compared to mine, huge. This was the first cock I had felt in many days as I couldn’t even touch mine.

“Come here, darling.” I started to turn until I realised she was talking to Harvey and the idea of it, the two of them, hit me like a sledge-hammer in the stomach. I felt sick.

They sat side by side on the bed and Verity beckoned me to kneel in front of them as they kissed deeply, tongues seeking each other’s hearts. As they kissed I stared at the sight in front of my eyes. Harvey’s huge hard cock and Verity’s swollen pussy, glistening with desire amongst the trimmed red pussy hair. My cock ached.

Verity smiled coldly down at me, spreading her legs. “Lick me, puppy. Get me wet for Harvey.” Obediently, I leaned forward and licked and kissed her pussy. She was all ready wet and my now expert studded tongue made her juices run down her thighs as my ear bells tinkled.

Pushing me away, she leaned down and sucked Harvey’s massive cock into her red lips, her blue eyes staring at me as I watched in horror. Verity raised her head and the massive black cock popped out of her mouth with an obscene noise while she held it in her hand.

“Don’t you wish this was yours, puppy,” she said, her eyes heavy lidded in lust. There was no need to answer, my own small cock was moving wildly as if it had a mind of its own.

Verity laid back on the bed, her long red hair cascading down the pillow as Harvey positioned himself between her long stocking covered legs. I was full of swirling emotions as I watched him start to ease that massive cock into her wet cunt. Jealousy, rage, hopelessness, all coursed through me as Verity turned her head on the pillow and smiled at me.

“At last,” she whispered. “A big cock.”

“Just normal, baby,” he said as he slid deep inside her.

“Not compared to that,” she gasped, gesturing at me and I hung my head. “Look at us, puppy,” she hissed and I knew I was not going to be able to avoid this obscene spectacle.

Harvey pushed in and out of her, finding a long slow rhythm as Verity, her legs wrapped around him, began to moan. After a few moments, she hung her arms around him, pulled him close as she moan louder. “God,” she cried, “this is wonderful. It’s been so long. Fuck me! Fuck me!” Tears trickled down my face as she screamed in ecstasy and finally came with a high shrill moan.

“Oh baby,” she smiled up at Harvey. “You know your stuff. Have you made it yet?” she asked and he shook his head, smiling at her. 

Verity pushed him back so he slipped out, his stiff wet cock waving obscenely as she knelt on all fours. “Do me from behind, baby,” she whispered and Harvey positioned himself behind her. “Get closer, puppy,” she taunted. “I want you to see all of this.”

Moving closer to the bed, I watched as his huge cock slipped into her gaping pussy, her thighs slick with her juices and their sweat as he sawed in an out. Verity moved her ass and sultrily smiled at me as, open mouthed, I watched her being fucked by this young black man.

“I’m there, baby,” he groaned.

“Come, baby,” she crooned. “Pump it into me.”

Harvey groaned, arced his back and quivered as he spurted his seed deep inside her, collapsing on her back and holding her close as he finished. They lay in silence, holding each other while I knelt, head bowed, at the bed side.

His cock slipped out, wet with her juices and his cum, and lay like a fat tired snake across his groin. Harvey stretched. “That’s it, baby.”

“I know, Harvey. That was nice.”

“It’s a long drive back to town.”

“Take care.”

He struggled into huis shorts and pants. “Where is the, you know….” he said hesitantly.

“Leonie will take care of it, Harvey.”

He grinned as he pulled his shirt back on. “Call me when you get back to town.”

“I will.” Harvey left us alone and I realised he was a gigolo.

Verity smiled at me. “Top class act for so little money and no false declarations of love. Clean too. I’ve seen the medical reports.” She stretched like a tigress, her large breasts moving and my eyes were drawn to the wet thatch between her legs.

“Come on, puppy. Lick me,” she said softly, staring at me.

Stunned, I leaned forward and tentatively began to lick her pussy and she moaned with satisfaction. “You are really mine, aren’t you,” she whispered. “Suck his cum from my cunt,” she said coarsely and her juices started to flow.

Broken, no longer a man, I knelt and licked the cum from my Mistress’s black lover from her pussy. I had no where else to go.
Day Ten


I slept beside her bed that night, a sleepless night, racked by jealously and shame. Verity, however, slept soundly until almost lunchtime, and, when she awoke, demanded that I lick the last evidence of Harvey from her pussy.

When I finished, she sat on the edge of the bed looking down at me as I knelt, sullenly, at her feet, her pussy with it’s matted hair directly in my face.

“Welcome to your new life, Jerry,” she said. Startled, at the unusual use of my name, I raised my head and she smiled down at me. “Remember, a few months ago you asked me to marry you? Right after you found out how much money I had?” she added sweetly and I cringed.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, softly.

“I’ve decided to accept, Jerry. You and I are getting married. The licence is being arranged and we will have the ceremony in a few weeks.”

Verity rose and put on a robe. “It will not be a conventional marriage, Jerry. What went on last night will continue and you will continue as my slave.”

Slave! The reality hit me and, stunned, I watched her walk out the door.

“Come on, Jerry,” she called and I crawled to the other room where I found Verity seated on the sofa. “Yes, Jerry, married,” she smiled, looking down at me. “But I will keep control. And we will have the honeymoon before the wedding.” For some reason, Verity found that extraordinarily funny and burst out laughing.

A moment later, CJ and Leonie entered. “Take him away,” Verity said. “Prepare him for the honeymoon.”

CJ loomed over me. “I’m going to deactivate your collar so you can walk upright. We still have the controllers and the ring around your balls will still function so don’t try any funny business. Understand?”

“Yes Madam,” I said meekly. A chance to stand upright again! At last!

“Remember, Jerry,” Verity said. “I can always reactivate that collar and you’ll spend the rest of your life on your knees.”

CJ fiddled with the collar and then stood back. Verity nodded and I stumbled to my feet. Although unsteady, I could stand up again. It was marvellous!

Leonie and CJ took one of my arms each and whisked me away, down the corridor to the elevator and to the shower room where they watched as I scrubbed myself. 

The good news was that some stubble was appearing on my body and, for the first time I used the aerosol can with the long nozzle to cover myself in the hair removal foam. Yelping with the stinging and watched by the two laughing women, I washed the foam and any remnants of hair away. Once again, bald and shaven.

CJ brusquely ordered me to lay down face down on the bench while Leonie wheeled in a medical stand with some sort of bag hanging from it. Shocked, I guessed they were going to give me an enema.

Leonie greased my ass and I felt the nozzle start to penetrate me. Relax, puppy,” she cooed while she pushed it in.

“Relax or I’ll hit the controller and give you something else to think about,” growled CJ and I relaxed as much I could.

“There. That’s it,” I heard Leonie say and I felt the first rush of water into my innards. They had no mercy, filling me until I was gritting my teeth with the stretched, bloated feeling as my distended stomach hung from me as I now crouched on the bench.

Finally, they stopped the flow and removed the nozzle, Leonie wheeling the stand away while CJ, grinning at me, helped me to my feet. 

“Look out,” laughed Leonie. “He’ll go any minute.” She was right as the first of the stomach cramps hit me. Leonie leaned close and wrapped her long fingers around my cock causing me to get hard instantly. “Enjoying this?” she taunted.

“No madam,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Oh,” she pouted. “You don’t like hand jobs any more?”

“Oh,” I groaned as a wave of cramps hit me and they pushed me towards a toilet stall.

“Sit, puppy,” CJ ordered and I lowered myself onto the toilet as CJ and Leonie stood back, both grinning at me.

I tried to ignore them as the cramps swept through me and, with no control, I released. The noise was embarrassing and the stench was humiliating as I voided my bowels in a steaming rush. With no control, I kept pushing at straining until there was no more.

Both women had handkerchiefs to their noses, faces grimacing from the stench. “Flush,” yelled CJ and I fumbled for the lever and flushed the toilet. Suddenly a cold jet of water hit me and I saw that CJ was directing a hose at me, washing the mess down the drain.

Weak, I offered no resistance as they inserted the nozzle in my ass once more and, again, I went through the same embarrassing routine although, this time, the stench was not as overpowering.

When they judged I was totally clean, they allowed me to dry myself , watched by CJ, while Leonie removed some items of clothing from  a small leather bag.

“Put this on,” Leonie said, offering me a pink lace garter belt. CJ waved the controller and I hurriedly snapped the pink garter belt around my waist, the suspender straps hanging down my legs.

Seated on the bench, they drew pink stockings up my hairless legs and attached them to the suspender straps. Leonie grinned down at my hard cock. “Puppy is enjoying this,” she said as, to my embarrassment, she tied a pink satin ribbon in a bow around the base of my cock. “Almost hides the tiny thing,” she mused and CJ giggled as I blushed as the sensual feeling of the nylon around my hairless legs made my cock twitch.

Next, a large pair of pink high heels shoes, a pink lipstick and dark mascara and I was led, stumbling, down the corridor to a large room. I had never been in this room and, intuitively, I felt  afraid. Heavily carpeted, one wall of the room was dark glass and the other walled covered in thick drapes.

A large metal pole hung from the ceiling and a device that looked like a modern form of the medieval stocks were attached the pole close to the floor.

“Kneel,” CJ barked and, trembling, I knelt next to the pole as CJ unlocked the stocks and levered them apart. Staring at the three half circles in the dark timber of the stocks, I waited for my instructions.

“Head there,” CJ pointed at the centre hole. “And arms there. Hurry!” I leaned forward and rested my neck on the large semi circle and laid my arms through the two smaller ones. Leonie moved the halves together, padlocked them and I was helpless, kneeling on the carpet, facing the wall of dark glass.

The CJ looked down on me while Leonie fastened shackles to each ankle. The shackles had small chains which were attached to rings in the floor. For the first time I noticed the floor around the steel pole was different from the rest of the carpeted room. Sure, it was carpeted but it was a different pattern in a circle with the pole in the centre.

Leonie stood in front of me and lifted her skirt, her naked pussy slightly above my face. “Lick,” she commanded and I strained upward, my tongue reaching for her but falling short.

“You are the same height?” CJ asked, a remote control device in her hand.

Leonie nodded. “Yep. Almost exactly the same height.”

I heard a mechanical noise and I felt the stocks move upwards slightly on the pole, dragging me with them until I was now level with Leonie’s pussy. My studded tongue caressed her labia and she patted me on the head. “Now, that’s better, puppy.”

Abruptly, she dropped her skirt and the two women left me alone in the room. Suddenly, the lights went down, replaced by a spotlight that just covered the circle I was kneeling in and  the rest of the room was black.

I waited.

I heard Verity’s voice in the darkness before I saw her. “Well, my little puppy. Let us look at you.” A whirring sound and the circle I was kneeling on started to rotate, spinning me slowly around. 

A giggle in the darkness. “The ribbon is adorable, although it hides your tiny cock. Do you have a tiny cock, puppy?” she asked.

Blushing as I rotated, I hung my head. “Yes, Mistress. Puppy has a tiny cock.”

“Move your head, puppy. I want to hear your bells ring.” I shook my head, the ear bells tingled and she laughed. “Show us your tongue.” I poked my tongue with the three studs out and wondered what was happening.

The rotation stopped and Verity walked out of the darkness into the spotlight. She was beautiful, dressed in a short black dress, black hose, high heels and her long red hair hanging lose on her shoulders. A diamond choker and ear rings completed the picture.

“You’ve had a lot of training, puppy. You’re a good pussy licker now. What are you?”

“Puppy is a pussy licker.”

“As my slave, you will lick me whenever and wherever I want. Isn’t that right, puppy?’

“Yes mistress,” I lisped .

Verity stood in front of me and slid the hem of her black dress up, revealing her pussy framed by a black garter belt and stocking. “Lick,” she snapped and I strained at my task. Suddenly, she pulled away, dropping her skirt.

“You’re hard, Jerry,” she said. “I think you like being my slave. Do you want to come?”

“Please Mistress, let puppy come,” I begged, desperate.

Verity smiled coldly at me. “You come when I say or not at all.” Her smile softened. “You look nice in your pink stockings.” I blushed. “And high heels as well! Very pretty. I thought white would have been more appropriate for our honeymoon but, well, you have been such a slut so white is out of the question.”  Verity stood next to me and I felt her fumble with the ribbon around my hard cock. “There,” she said, draping the ribbon around my neck. “That’s better. Now we can all see your little bald cock and balls.”

Was there someone else out there in the darkness? CJ, perhaps? Leonie? A whirring sound and the stocks slowly rose up the pole until I was standing bent at the waist with my legs apart and fastened to the floor

I felt her fingers trail down my back. “Starting to lose that flab. Good. My slave should be well defined and hard.” Verity laughed. “Hard body, I meant.” 

I heard a movement and rustle of clothing. She stood in front of me in black lace bra, panties and garter belt with sheer black stockings, her fingers idly stroking her panties.

“Do you want to lick me, puppy?”

“Please Mistress,” I begged, knowing she wanted this from me. “Please let me lick your pussy.”

Verity turned, bent over slightly and I stared at her magnificent ass pushing against the lace and satin of her panties. “Will you lick my ass, puppy?” she taunted.

My cock throbbed and twitched madly. “Yes Mistress. Please let me lick your ass.”

Verity turned, upright with hands on her hips and laughed loudly. ”You’ll drink my piss. You’ll do anything I say because of that ring around your balls. Let’s see how it works.” Horrified, I watched her raise the controller and press the button. I screamed and my body jerked painfully in the stocks as I rotated.

The pain ceased and I slumped in the stocks, my body covered in sweat.

“Poor puppy. Does that hurt?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said tearfully.

“Good,” she said coldly. “Look up.” I raised my head and stared out into the darkness. Suddenly, lights came up and, to my humiliation,  I saw an audience of women seated behind the glass and, flushing with shame, I recognised them all.

There were the seven women I had cheated with, the seven from the black book Verity found. Tiffany was there grinning and smoking. Judy, Barbara and Jane, giggling and sipping champagne. All of them. 

CJ, Leonie, Clare and Jenny were also in the audience and, seated up the back smiling at me, was Jana. There were a few women I didn’t recognise but I hung my head in overwhelming shame as the floor rotated once again and, this time, I knew I was being exhibited to the audience.

The rotation stopped in front of the glass again and I could see the women chattering excitedly to each other. I couldn’t hear them but, I guessed, they could hear us.

Tiffany was leaning forward, licking her lips as she watched the scene. She was always a hot number, ready any time and that’s why she got the five stars.

Verity was standing behind me. “I’m sure you know most of the audience,” she sneered. “Those you don’t know are my secretary Jody and my personal assistant Belinda. Now,’ she said menacingly. “say hello to all your new mistresses.”

“Hello, Mistresses,” I said softly and received a jolting pain to my balls, rotating so the audience could see my twitching body.

“Now, puppy,” she admonished as the pain subsided. “That’s not the way you speak.”

“Puppy says hello mistresses,” I said quickly and more loudly. The women laughed and Tiffany was smiling coldly at me, her hand resting on her knees.
 

“That’s better,” laughed Verity. “Stick your tongue out again. Can you see the studs?” she asked the women and I saw them nod. Verity stood next to me. “Put it away. What do the studs do, puppy?” she asked.

“The studs make puppy a better pussy licker.”

“Now,” she said looking at the audience behind the glass, “based on his past performance, anything would be an improvement.” The women laughed. “However, puppy has received a great deal of training and he’s now adequate. Some of the girls in the audience can testify to that.” I watched as Leonie leaned forward to speak to Tiffany.

“Do you like pussy, puppy?” Verity said.

“Puppy loves pussy,” I said brokenly, ashamed.

“Puppy loves pussy some much, girls,” she said to the audience, “he licked my lovers cum from my pussy right after he watched me get fucked by him.” Astonishment swept through the audience and my face burned.

“You watched, didn’t you puppy?” she sneered.

“Yes Mistress,” I croaked. “Puppy watched.”

“Now, you have admitted you have a tiny cock.” I blushed. “Tell us about Harvey’s cock”

“Harvey’s cock was bigger than puppy’s,” I admitted, tears welling in my eyes.

“Much bigger,” Verity said, smiling proudly to her audience. “And black,” she added triumphantly and the audience gasped as they replayed their own private fantasies in their heads. ”In case any ones forgotten,” she said maliciously. “Let’s have a look at puppy’s little cock.” I rotated slowly and exhibited my hard cock to the watching women. “Still hard. Deep down inside he loves this,” Verity said to the women.

 “Tell us, puppy,” she continued. “ When was the last time you fucked some pussy with that pathetic little cock?”

Frantically, I tried to think. “Just before this started…….” I trailed off, tears running down my face.

Verity was relentless. “And who was that with, puppy?”

I hung my head. “Tiffany, mistress,” I whispered and received a jolt of pain to my balls, rotating again as I jerked and struggled in the stocks. The pain left as I returned to face the audience again. “Puppy fucked Tiffany, Mistress,” I shouted, sweat running from my body.

“Tiffany,” Verity said in mock surprise. “And what was it like, Tiffany? One to five stars.” Tiffany held up one finger and the audience laughed. “One star?” Verity said, mockingly. “Tiffany, he gave you five. Well, well. Did he lick your pussy, Tiffany?” A shake of Tiffany’s head and Verity laughed. “Well, he will now, won’t you puppy?”

“Puppy will lick pussy, mistress,” I said hurriedly.

“Any pussy I say,” Verity said triumphantly and turned to the glass. “Puppy will be available, ladies, for your use if you wish. Plenty of licking and you’ll get your own controller to keep him in line. But,” she warned. “No fucking.” Verity looked coldly down at me. “Puppy doesn’t get to fuck ever again.”

My heart sank but my cock twitched in time with my racing pulse. I was desperate to come as I had been denied for so long.

“But,” she said and I heard rustling behind me,” that doesn’t mean puppy misses out on fucking all together.” Suddenly, I felt a jelly substance being applied to my ass and I felt afraid. Verity moved in front of me and, horrified, I stared at the strap on dildo that hung obscenely over her panties.

Opening my mouth to protest, I shut it quickly when I saw the controller in her hand. “Puppy wants to get fucked, don’t you puppy?” she said menacingly.

Hanging my head, I accepted the inevitable. “Yes mistress.”

“What!” she snapped.

“Yes Mistress,” I gasped quickly. “Puppy wants to get fucked.”

Verity moved behind me and the audience stared at me. I saw Tiffany’s hand steal under her skirt and Leonie was rubbing the crotch of her jeans.

I felt her finger worm its way into me and I clenched my muscles in defence. “Don’t,” she warned and I willed myself to relax. Scared and humiliated, I wished this whole thing was over so I could avoid the gaze of the women before me.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” she hissed and I felt the head of the fake cock press against my greased ass. Whimpering, I tried to move away but there was no escape as it slowly moved into my ass. A whirring sound and we started rotating to provide my audience with views from all angles.

The women were leaning forward to get a better look as Verity strained to get the dildo into my ass but I resisted. Suddenly, a blinding flash of pain to my balls and, as I screamed, my attention diverted, the dildo tore into me and slid all the way in.

Sobbing, I hung in the stocks as Verity laid against my back. “I’m in you, Jerry,” she whispered. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me, mistress,” I sobbed.

“Look,” she announced to the audience. “He’s still hard. He loves being fucked. Don’t you, puppy?”

“I love being fucked, mistress,” I whimpered as she started to move in an out. Soon, as we rotated, she was slamming in and out of me as I rocked in pain to her growing lust.

The audience was intent, watching every movement of our obscene act as we rotated before them. Through my tears and my humiliation I saw Jana, Tiffany, Leonie and the others watching closely, Jana with a half smile on her beautiful young face. I wallowed in my shame and humiliation as my mistress pounded her fake cock in and out of me.

Suddenly, Verity screamed shrilly, groaned, held her position stiffly for a moment  and, then,  slumped against me. The women in the glass booth applauded as one as I hung my head, my ass on fire.

With an obscene plopping noise, she pulled out of my painful ass, unlocked me from the stocks and I slumped on the floor, cock throbbing.

“Does puppy want to come?” she asked, looking down at me, her black fake cock jutting from her panties.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered, driven to desperate need.

“Kneel here,” she indicated a spot next to her long legs and I did. “Hold my cock,” she commanded and I gingerly reached up and circled my hand around the huge weapon that had inflicted so much pain on me.

“Admit you are nothing but a slave to all women.”

“I’m a slave to all women, mistress,” I said loudly, flushing.

“Good,” she said with satisfaction and the rotating stopped, leaving us facing the audience. “Hump my legs, puppy,” she said.

The women behind the glass were obviously laughing as I rubbed my hard cock against my mistresses sheer black stockings. It felt wonderful. 

“Look at me,” Verity commanded and I looked up at her smiling face as I held her fake cock and humped wildly against her nylon legs. In seconds I was spurting over her stocking while the women in the glass booth cheered and applauded.

“Lick it up.” I bent down and licked my come from the sheer nylon of my mistresses legs.
Day Eighty Seven

My life certainly changed.

It’s a little over twelve weeks since that night when Verity humiliatingly fucked me in the ass before those women and so much has happened.

We had a wedding but, although I didn’t know it at the time, it wasn’t real, just another example of Verity’s black sense of humour.

She was dressed in white and I was dressed in a simple black suit. Verity had removed the ear rings, the nose ring and allowed me to grow my hair back so I had a dark stubble over my head.

The gold ring was still around my balls, though.

In the dressing rooms before the ceremony, the bridesmaids, giggling, lifted their skirts and I licked them all to orgasm with skilful use of my studded tongue. I then went to the brides room, licked Verity and then sat on the floor while a new black lover, acting as my best man, fucked her from behind.

I pulled her white lace panties up after he’d finished and we walked down the aisle with her pussy leaking the cum from the best man. I didn’t get to come for a week after the so called wedding but I serviced a lot of pussies at the reception.

Verity’s favourite was to have me go to her office, slide under her desk and lick her while she carried out telephone calls or dictated letters to her secretary. Of course, I licked her secretary Jody and Belinda, her personal assistant.

I was lent out to many of her friends and when I accompanied Verity to social events, I could feel the stares and the giggles of the women attending. The men were oblivious but I often crouched on the floor of some bathroom and licked a woman upon Verity’s orders while she fucked a waiter.

Then, it all changed.

Verity met someone she really cared about, a businessman who was her equal in every way, including wealth. They were made for each other and I believe she fell deeply in love.

She didn’t want him to find out about me so she told me the wedding had been fake, told me I had learnt my lesson and moved me into a small apartment near the docks. Cheap and nasty.

As a last act, she handed me the six controllers and gave me Marilyn Rome’s contact number so she could remove the golden ring around my balls. Verity thought she had tidied it all up, the game was over and we could all go on.

As I said, my life had changed.

I mailed six of the controllers, together with my new address, to Tiffany, Leonie, Leonie, Barbara, Judy and CJ.

I sitting here naked, my gold ring glittering around my balls, waiting to see who shows up.

You know, I’m quite looking forward to it starting again.
Nessus29@hotmail.com