Tales of the Chastity PoleSubmitted by: email@example.com
The idea for the chastity pole comes from an old story that I once read on the net and can no longer find. Would love anyone's comments about whether such a device is actually practical. It sounded pretty nasty to me when first read about it and it is used in a pretty nasty way in the story that follows. Enjoy.
Part I Jeffrey -- Poled for Their Pleasure
Hilda Shears lay alone in her little off-campus apartment. Naked,
sated, sore, exhausted drenched in sweat. She needed to shower and dress
but she just couldn't summon the energy. Besides, didn't she deserve a
bit of time to bask in the glow of the best sex of her young life?
"You know Jeffrey I'm not fool. I've seen your desire for me and I do
find you attractive. But I am a VERY demanding woman and did not know
if you could meet my STRICT requirements. Our conversation today has
led me to think you might prove worthy to satisfy my special needs.
I will allow you certain liberties with my body, perhaps even sex, but you must agree that it will be entirely on my terms. Any failure to follow my instructions at any time in our relationship will result in instant termination of relationship.
Your initial instructions -- the ones you need to comply with to get you through my front door:
1] You are not to have sex or masturbate to orgasm for three days. When I have sex with a man, I want that man to be extremely horny, horny beyond normal means. I am an expert at knowing these things -- if you have had an orgasm between now and the time you visit me I will dismiss you and never see you again.
2] On the fourth day, that is this Sunday, you are to show up at my apartment at precisely 2:00pm. If you are one second late I will not answer the door.
3] You are to bring me flowers. The size of the bouquet and the taste with which the flowers are arranged will be points in your favor. You will need them.
4] You are to wear your best suit. Polish your shoes. Look sharp. You will be judged on your attire.
Jeffrey was just a normal guy. This totally insulting and perverted letter was outside his experience. He read it again. What a bitch. He would be damned if he would be her little toy. Fuck her.
Fuming, Jeffrey stalked around campus -- there she was, talking to Jack -- what a fox. What a body. He felt like walking up to Hilda and slapping her silly for daring to presume such things about him. On the other hand she was just so hot. He wanted her so bad. Poor Jeffrey was quite confused. He wandered about a bit and went back to his dorm room.
He started to jerk off. He stopped. Maybe it would be fun to not cum for a few days. Jeffrey could not remember when he had gone more than a day without an orgasm. One of his many girlfriends called. He put her off. He went out to play video games with his friends. He went to sleep. He woke up. With a raging hard-on. He controlled his impulses. He went to class. He got his suit cleaned. Suit cleaned? He was really going through with this. Doing what that bitch goddess Hilda demanded. Was he really such a wus? Just thinking of it in those terms made his cock jump to attention.
Saturday his cock was swollen. His balls were sore. He played basketball for almost six straight hours till he couldn't move. He went back to his room. He couldn't sleep. He was as excited as he had been the night before he had gone to a motel with his ninth grade English teacher for his first fuck.
Sunday he woke up with the stiffest cock he had ever experienced. The urge to stroke it was overwhelming. He resisted. He read the paper. He ate breakfast. He paced. Each minute seemed like a week. He imagined what would await him at Hilda's apartment. Over and over again. Finally he got dressed. In his one and only suit, a sharp pinstripe affair, complementing the outfit with his best black silk shirt and his only tie. He polished his shoes. He looked quite the Chippendale, what with his curly blonde hair, square jaw, broad shoulders and insolent attitude. He picked up the flowers he had ordered the day before. Expensive flowers. Very expensive flowers. He drove to Hilda's apartment. It was 12:30. Time passed slowly. He drove around the block again and again. Finally it was time. He knocked. No one answered. "Damn" thought Jeffrey, "after all this, the bitch is going to stand me up." He knocked again. He waited. And waited. As he was about to turn away, Hilda opened the door wearing a black latex outfit, complete with thigh-high black leather boots. Jeffry's cock tried to push right through his clothes.
"Well Jeffrey, nice of you to come." smiled Hilda, "Nice flowers too -- just put them in the vase over there and sit down" she said pointing to an uncomfortable looking bar stool set in the middle of the living room.
"What a beautiful boy" she thought to herself.
"I don't have much use for small talk so here it is" said Hilda, as she sprawled herself languidly on the sofa.
"First, know that everything that happens here is on video tape. If you are good, I might even give you a copy.
Second, if you make even the slightest forceful or aggressive move toward me, without my explicit permission, I will call the police.
Third, you will do as you are told. If you think you can't or won't follow my directions, you are free to leave at any time. But if you leave, you will never get to come back."
Hilda gave Jeffrey her best wicked smile as she finished her prepared speech.
"Ok, anything you say, Hilda." whispered Jeffrey, hardly able to speak from arousal. It wasn't only the three day abstinence or Hilda's innate sexiness that had Jeffrey going. He actually seemed to like this. He was embarrassed, humiliated but oh so aroused. "What is happening to me" he thought. "I can't believe how much this turns me on."
Hilda had thought and thought about what to say. Be strong. Be firm, but don't scare him off right away. She needn't have bothered. Jeffrey was caught the moment he chose not to masturbate after reading her first letter.
"Take your cock out." ordered Hilda. "I want to see if you have been a good boy, these past three days, as I required. By the way, you can call me Ma'am."
"Yes Ma'am" said Jeffrey with enthusiasm as he hastily complied. Out popped the most engorged penis Hilda had ever seen. God, it must be almost nine inches long. And look at that damn purple head. For a moment she thought about dropping the whole game and just having this gorgeous and gorgeously aroused hunk of manhood fuck her silly. But good sense prevailed. "This boy has a real case," she thought. "The idiot probably has truly abstained for three days, as if I could really tell."
"Come here" Jeffrey got up, cock at full mast and walked to where Hilda was sitting. "Put your hands on top of your head. Do NOT move them until I tell you" ordered the dominating Hilda. Jeffrey complied. Hilda reached out and zipped up Jeffry's zipper so it closed tightly around his cock and then squeezed the poor boys sore balls. Jeffrey winced. Oh yes, she thought, he hasn't cum in quite some time.
"I don't know, I think this is only two days worth of semen" said Hilda wickedly.
"No Ma'am, please -- I have followed your instructions precisely."
"Ok, we will let this go now. But in the future I will have to have some real assurance that you are saving it all for me."
Jeffrey didn't know what to make of this but he was getting used to the submissive role. "Ok, Ma'am whatever you say."
"Run for me, Jeffrey."
"What?" answered Hilda with a trace of anger. "One more 'what' and you are out of here. When I tell you to do something you do it, no questions -- understood." barked Hilda sharply, warming to the dominatrix role that fit her like a glove.
"Yes Ma'am" said Jeffrey meekly, as he started to run in place with his stiff cock sticking out and bouncing painfully.
"Get your knees up -- spread your legs a bit"
Jeffrey complied and was now running in front of Hilda, this woman he had lusted after for almost six months, dressed in his best suit, with his painfully stiff cock sticking out of a small hole. Humiliating? Jeffrey came out of his aroused haze for a second to see himself. What the fuck was he doing. How had he let this bitch gain such control of him so quickly? And why was it so arousing?
Hilda couldn't help it, she started to laugh. All her careful plans, her worries, her fears. It was easy as pie. She could have done this with most of her previous lovers. Men were idiots. One only had to order them about and they did what you told them.
Jeffrey was not having fun. It hurt his cock to run like this. Quite a bit actually. As much as it hurt his cock, it hurt his pride more. He felt like a complete fool. Hilda's laughter seered into his self- esteem. His cheeks burned with shame and he desperately wanted to stop. But even at this very early stage Jeffrey knew that he needed permission. "Please, Ma'am, this hurts my cock. May I please stop."
"Begging already Jeffrey, I like that. It turns me on to listen to a man beg. Why don't you beg some more. And look at me when you beg. And keep those knees up. Above your waist." Hilda was getting aroused herself. Very aroused. But unlike Jeffrey she would soon have that lust slaked.
Running with his knees up in the air, Jeffrey complied. Begging Hilda for some relief. Hurting in his painfully stiff cock. Showing Hilda in no uncertain terms just what kind of a guy he was, how much he enjoyed being treated like a complete asshole. "Please, Ma'am, please may I stop running. It really hurts. Please?"
"No -- keep going, it amuses me to watch you -- faster now -- knees up." laughed Hilda, her laughter only adding to Jeffry's considerable humiliation.
Jeffrey continued to run, his cock bouncing painfully up and down, his face a bright beet red.
Finally, controlling her laughter, Hilda allowed him to stop.
"Very good. I can't believe how idiotic you looked running that way with your cock waving. And its all on tape. Cool." said Hilda, bursting into hysterical laughter once again.
Jeffrey just hung his head, thankful that he no longer had to run, unable to meet Hilda's gaze.
Hilda got control of herself with some effort.
"OK, Jeffrey, I have some things I need to do by myself. And there are some things I would like you to do for me"
"Anything you say, Ma'am"
"Great attitude, Jeffrey. Ok. Go into my bedroom. Take off all of your clothes. Hang them up neatly. You will see some ankle cuffs and some wrist cuffs. Put them on. Take the device with the pole and the bands and put it on, following the instructions provided. Next go into my bathroom. Its pretty dirty. Actually, it is filthy. I want you to clean it for me. Use a sponge and remain on your hands and knees as much as possible. Make sure that you get every little bit of slime and hair and that it all shines. When you are done, lean over the bathtub with your legs well apart and your head down as far as it can go. You have thirty minutes."
Hilda turned away dismissively. Jeffrey, mouth a bit agape stood for a second thinking. This is too fucking much. Clean her bathroom? I got to get out of here. He thought as he headed to the bedroom.
Hilda clapped her hands with glee. She was so fucking hot. Humiliating this guy was so much fun. It hadn't taken 30 minutes to reduce this arrogant SOB to a ridiculous boy toy, willing to do the most absurd things at her whim. The feeling of power this brought to Hilda was just about the best feeling she had ever experienced in her short life. She was giddy, swimming on a natural high.
For Jeffrey it was another matter entirely. Humiliated, shamed, degraded already, he had an even more degrading set of instructions which he seem powerless to resist. In the bedroom he took off his shoes and socks. Then his carefully cleaned suit. Then his underwear. Exposing the slim, long, muscle hard body of a young basketball player. He put a cuff on each ankle and each wrist. He picked up the chastity pole. He read the instructions. "She has got to be kidding." He thought about it. He left the pole where it was, but he went into her bathroom. It was a mess. He got out a sponge and a bucket and some spic'n'span. Naked, the ultra-cool, self-satisfied college stud Jeffrey started to clean Hilda's bathroom, on his hands and knees.
Hilda controlled herself. She wanted to see Jeffrey naked and poled, but she forced herself to wait. She idly played with her pussy. She waited. Thirty five minutes later, she walked into her spanking clean bathroom holding a leather paddle and grinned. There was Jeffrey, in all his beautiful manhood, stretched over her bathtub, very well formed muscular ass in the air, legs apart, head down. Wow. But then she looked at his cock. No pole. Damn.
"OK Jeffrey, thanks for cleaning my bathroom, now get up, get dressed and get out of here."
"What? Why? Aren't we just getting started" said Jeffrey, having forgotten about the pole.
"You did not comply with my instructions -- look at your naked cock."
"Oh" said Jeffrey dejectedly "I just couldn't -- please don't make me leave -- I'll do anything, please."
"No way, I only deal with men who can follow instructions. Babies, such as yourself are not necessary -- plenty of other men who can be good to me in the way I require." Hilda improvised.
"Please, please" begged Jeffrey, seeing the sexiest thing he had ever been involved with disappearing. -- "Please, I beg you, give me another chance -- I have never done this before."
"Done what, clean a bathroom?"
"No, you know, been like this with a woman."
"Been like what?"
"You know, well, you know under her thumb."
"The word is submissive, Jeffrey. You are so good at it. I thought you were under some woman's thumb all your life." mocked Hilda, laughing
"Ok" she relented "one more chance, but only because this is your first time. But today is going to be much tougher on you than I had planned."
"Thank you Ma'am, you won't be sorry said Jeffrey."
"No, but you will, I bet." thought Hilda.
"Now, as the first phase of your punishment you will be paddled. On your naked ass. Have you ever been paddled Jeffrey?"
"Well it is fun. At least for me. You will get twenty swats. You will hold your position, count the swats and thank me after each one. Can you remember all of that in your poor little pea brain?"
Whack "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" screamed Jeffrey who had never been hit like that before.
"You forgot to count, idiot" yelled Hilda. "We will start from one and go to thirty."
Even the first swat sent a thrill that started at Hilda's toes and went all the way up to her head, pausing for quite a while at her pussy. What the fuck had she been missing all her life. She couldn't believe that she finally had a guy this much in her power.
Whack, an even harder wack to Jeffry's exposed ass. "Ow, Ow, one thank you Ma'am." Jeffrey remembered.
"Jeez" thought Hilda, "he is really thanking me for beating him, what a fucking rush."
Whack "Two, thank you Ma'am"
Whack -- a real crusher -- Hilda had been practicing on a dummy that Candy had lent her -- this was fun beyond what she expected -- it REALLY felt good to dominate and humiliate and most of all HURT this asshole. Whack "Ow, Ow Aiii Four, thank you Ma'am."
Jeffrey was in agony. Legs splayed, ass up, head in the tub. Thirty wacks with a leather paddle, administered by the strong and ardent Hilda was more than his tender young ass could take. He started to cry by twenty. By thirty he was sobbing and pleading for mercy. But still counting and thanking and holding his position, bless his submissive little soul. And still with a raging hard-on.
Hilda's arm was pleasantly sore as she ordered Jeffrey to crawl to the bedroom to put on his chastity pole.
Jeffrey, any remaining fight pretty much beaten out of him, crawled to the bedroom, ass burning like the skin had been torn completely off, and submissively attached the chastity pole to his rock hard cock. Had his beating cooled his ardor? Hardly, he had to open the extension screw to its fullest to get the bands positioned as instructed on his, if anything, even more enlarged cock. He then crawled back to the bathroom where Hilda was waiting.
At her first look at Jeffrey, all 6"5 inches of young muscle with his cock entrapped in the chastity pole, Hilda almost pissed herself.
The water was running. "Get in" Jeffrey got into the shower and squealed -- the water was icy cold. A few seconds and his rock hard penis was reduced to dough. Hilda took the opportunity to tighten the bands on Jeffry's chastity pole to about 75% -- squeezing poor Jeffry's penis to the diameter of a pinky.
"My God" exclaimed Hilda -- "what a fucking sight". Because his penis had been so extended when he put the device on, Jeffry's now soft penis was stretched cruelly by the uncaring steel.
Back to the living room. "Ok Jeffrey you said you could make me happy, now is your chance." said Hilda, huskily. "Undress me slowly. Do not touch my pussy or my asshole. Use your hands and your tongue to get me hot. If I am not satisfied I will give you thirty swats more with the paddle."
This was Jeffry's dream. To touch his Hilda, finally. Not quite how he had imagined it. In some ways even better. More erotic. He felt a burning desire. And then a sharp pain as his poor trapped cock tried to expand and had nowhere to go. "Ow, oh god no, my cock it is being ripped....."
But he did his best. Slowly he undid her latex outfit. Pausing to caress her shoulders, neck, breasts. Touching Hilda was electric. It stoked his need. It made his cock scream with pain. He gently tugged her boots. Took off her stockings. Submissively licked her bare feet and sucked on her toes. One by one. Being careful to let his tongue clean out each little space between. His mind was whirling. He felt so hot. But his penis could not grow hard. He was going slowly crazy.
Finally when Hilda was naked and visibly aroused he stopped and stared into his mistress's deep blue eyes.
"Not bad." was all the praise he got for his efforts. "Now we will really see. You have an hour. I want ten orgasms. If you fail you will be severely punished."
Hilda had never managed anything like ten orgasms in one session, let alone one hour. But she had never felt more aroused. She could not take her eyes from Jeffry's cock, trapped as it was. Little bits of it kept expanding, pushing out through the bands. " What must that feel like." she thought, "It looks like sheer torture, yet he goes on. He must really like me, or something."
Jeffrey, on his knees, his cock trapped and unable to get hard, the edges of the bands cutting into the sensitive flesh as his uncontrollable animal responses kept trying to pump blood into his trapped organ, began to lick Hilda's pussy.
Most of Jeffry's girlfriends spent time sucking his cock. He only occasionally deigned to give his favorite ones a bit of head from time to time. So he really hadn't much experience with this. His very, very sore ass was feeling worse and worse -- he didn't think he could stand a gentle slap, no less anymore beating with that paddle. He would do his best.
Up and down on Hilda's pussy, then a little lick to her asshole -- it seemed the natural thing to do. Then working on her exposed and hard clit. Then pushing his tongue inside her hole. He was gratified that she seemed aroused by his actions. It didn't take long for Hilda to cum. Some juice trickled down his face. It felt great. He continued. He asked her if she would like this, or like that. He attended his lady's pleasure with great spirit, if only a modicum of skill. An hour passed. A buzzer rang. They both came back to earth. How many orgasms was that. Hilda had a little clicker. It read seven.
"Oh what a shame, you did try so hard to please me. But rules are rules." said a very well satisfied Hilda.
Out came a wooden sawhorse. In a trifle, Jeffrey was bent over it, wrists and ankles attached to the very bottoms of the four legs, ass stuck way up in the air.
Hilda approached with a thin wooden cane. "Now Jeffrey you must not scream. You can cry and plead and whimper but we don't want the police to come, now do we. This will hurt a lot worse than the paddle, but you will get only ten. You don't have to count." With that Hilda brought the cane down viciously on Jeffry's very sore rump. Jeffrey cried out in agony. "Please Hilda, that is too much, I can't take it, let me down."
"Ok" said Hilda, but you will leave and never see me again.
Jeffrey didn't know what to do. The cane was too much. No fun. Just pain. But he was in love with the whole scene, in love, in a weird way with Hilda. He had to endure.
"I'll take it, but please, couldn't you go a little easier."
"No way Jeffrey, you failed in the only task that you are good for and now you must pay."
Wack -- a huge welt rose on Jeffry's tortured ass. Jeffrey sobbed, pleaded for mercy.
Whack -- Jeffrey wriggled, trying to escape the pain.
Whack...... Jeffrey let out a stifled scream.
Hilda made him open his mouth and stuffed her panties in it.
Whack... Whack... Whack
Jeffrey was sobbing uncontrollably, bright read welts covering his poor abused ass.
And it was over. Jeffrey, tortured, humiliated, thoroughly chastened, was released.
"Now give me my last three orgasms," commanded Hilda. Jeffrey knelt and licked as ordered. Hilda, unbelievably hot from punishing Jeffrey, came three times in about three minutes.
She lay back to rest. "Why don't you make us some food Jeffrey -- I think I will just relax"
Jeffrey, naked, with his cock still trapped in the painful "chastity pole" was forced to get up and go to the kitchen and cook up a little meal. Some burgers mushrooms and onions on a bun. With a bit of salad. Jeffrey wasn't a half-bad cook and his ordeal had left him starving.
They sat and ate. Jeffrey couldn't help squirming. His ass was in tatters. His unrelieved sexual frustration, tormented by his chastity device was driving him nuts. Hilda sat naked, wolfing down her food. Her gorgeous, athletic body, exposed, available in one way, yet a million miles away in another. Talking to Jeffrey as if he were a real human being instead of a sex toy. Like nothing but a little casual sex had just passed between them. Playing with the poor boys fragile mind.
"So Jeffrey, what movies do you like? What do you think of boring professor Hook? Do you actually understand any of that gibberish?" and so forth.
Jeffrey tried to keep up his end of the conversation but it was a bit too much for him. He was dazed and confused, in a lot of pain, yet feeling like he was just exactly where he was supposed to be, doing exactly what he had been born to do.
After dinner it was time for phase two. Candy had cautioned Hilda that she must have her sexual drive damped way down for this phase or she could do serious and permanent harm to her victim. Ten orgasms should have damped that drive for Hilda, but she wasn't sure. Jeffrey looked SO sexy poled and frustrated as he was.
"Well, kiddo, I bet you have wanted to fuck me for a long, long time." said Hilda, rising from the table. "Do the dishes like a nice boy and you will have your chance."
"Wow, would you really let me?" asked Jeffrey like the puppy dog he had been turned into. "You know I would do anything."
He cleaned up the kitchen and then went into the bedroom where he found Hilda stretched out, stark naked, with her legs wide open inviting him in.
"Um, you need to get this thing off me, don't you?" asked Jeffrey, hesitantly.
Hilda laughed and laughed. What a jerk. He really thought that she would allow him to actually fuck her, like a regular guy.
"No sweetheart" she giggled, "you can get your cock inside me just like it is."
"But, but but...." sqeeked Jeffrey.
"No butts, at least not today. It will feel oh so good. For me that is. Now, asshole" commanded Hilda "Fuck me and do it well or you will get more of the cane."
Not wanting any part of the awful cane Jeffrey tentatively pushed the very, very swollen head of his very very thin penis into Hilda's waiting pussy. It felt really funny. Not good at all. Awful actually. But he had no choice. He started a fucking motion. It felt scary. Like a wrong move and his cock could be snapped right off.
Fortunately Hilda was able to lie completely still. While Jeffrey fucked her. And played with her clit. And fucked her some more. And some more. And followed her orders -- "faster, harder," ew she was ready to cum -- "slower. Now really hard you lazy slut, keep to it or I'll cane the skin from your ass." -- and so on, and so forth and so forth.
An hour or two later, after begging and begging to be allowed to stop, a completely exhausted, sobbing, utterly frustrated Jeffrey was given permission to withdraw.
"Not bad at all, not bad, we'll have to do this again sometime." sighed Hilda, practically swooning with satisfaction. "It does feel so good to cum, don't you think -- I lost count. Yes each one felt great. Such a shame you couldn't share that feeling" she mocked.
She then told Jeffrey to remove the cuffs, get dressed and disappear.
"But what about this device" whined Jeffrey, already knowing.
"Its simple" said Hilda, trying to make her brain function enough to put some words together. "It remains on. You are mine to be used whenever and however I desire. You can have no pleasure or satisfication. Unless I allow it. Which I may, the next time I see you or the time after... or never. Your pleasure and your pain will be entirely in my hands. Or I can remove your pole and that will be the end of our affair.
One more thing. If you agree, you will not get another chance to back out for a month. The choice is yours."
Jeffrey thought about it. It would be torture to walk around with his cock in the chastity pole. He could have no satisfaction. His balls, aching beyond endurance would only grow more sore. His poor penis stretched and compressed would be a source of pain, rather than pleasure. He would have to get rid of all his girlfriends. He would be entirely under Hilda's thumb. And the bitch would probably make him go the whole month without a single bit of relief. It would be a nightmare, a living hell.
"Ok, I am yours." said Jeffrey. As he dressed and walked out the door and into his new life.
Most of the girls were disappointed but such is life on campus in the twenty-first century. There were plenty of willing guys, even if none quite so fine to look at as Jeffrey Lowe.
Janice Hotspur's was the young, buxom host of the irreverent talk show "Dings and Dongs". Dings and Dongs was broadcast live on the campus radio station five nights a week, and was quite popular among the students at Purview State College. Janice didn't care one whit if Jeffrey had a real girlfriend, or if he was "in love". Janice was interested only in Jeffry's great body and boyish charms -- "God, why would anyone be interested in anything else with such a pea brain." she thought.
Tuesday evening Janice encased her rather overwhelming 38D breasts in the tightest and tiniest tube top in her wardrobe. She covered her delectable "bubble" butt in a barely legal pair of micro cutoffs. With her fuck-me make-up, fully exposed muscular tummy, spike heeled toeless sandals, and sheer nylon pantyhose, she presented a picture no man had yet had the strength to resist. She knocked on Jeffry's door hoping he was home, secretly hoping that the competition was around so Jeffrey could make an honest comparison.
Afraid to go out and meet the world, Jeffrey had just spent the entire day flicking channels in a confused state of anxiety and arousal. He opened the door to a wet dream. Janice Hotspur, his favorite lover, dressed for success. Jeffry's cock tried to spring to full attention. He stifled a scream as the cruel bands bit into the sensitive flesh, just below the head of his penis. He tried to close the door. Janice pushed it open and slinked her way into his room. He backed up, not able to get a word out. His brain sending very intense but contradictory signals "Fuck that woman" "Get her out of here immediately" Janice didn't say a word. She cornered the befuddled Jeffrey, put her arms around his neck and stretched up on tiptoe to kiss him. Jeffrey kissed her back, a kiss filled with all the passion and pent up frustration of the past few days. He wanted this woman in the worst way. All of a sudden he wanted out of this sick and insane situation he was trapped in. Most of all he wanted that damn chastity pole off his cock immediately!!
Before Jeffrey could stop her, Janice had reached down to caress that large bulge she had felt thrusting against her.
There was no doubt in her mind what she found there. "Oh my God, not you!!" Janice exclaimed with a giggle. "You've got one on!! I can't fucking believe it."
Janice had heard rumors about the chastity poles. It was her job to hear rumors about things like that. Grist for her mill. And these particular rumors had gotten her young pussy amazingly wet. She had decided, in the back of her mind, to track down the woman or women responsible and get herself in on their games.
Now Jeffrey, the hunkiest hunk on campus had one on. Right here, right now. Her fantasies had not included this situation, but Janice was a pretty smart girl.
"I've heard about those devices -- can't wait to see what it actually looks like on your studdish cock."
"No, please Janice, this is soooo embarrassing -- please just go -- don't ask questions, just leave. You can't begin to understand."
Janice was beginning to understand just fine.
"Jeffrey, take your clothes off right now. I want to see that chastity pole device on you and I won't take no for an answer." Said Janice with a bit of steel in her voice as she arranged herself comfortably on Jeffry's couch.
"Please, Janice, I can't. I can't have sex with you, much as I want to. I can't have sex with anyone, until that damn bitch gets this thing off of me."
"Oh that is not what I have heard." laughed an amused Janice, "I've heard that you can have plenty of sex. But you just can't enjoy it. Now take off your clothes before I have to give you a good spanking."
At the word spanking, Jeffries head fell. But his cock renewed its impossible effort to expand. "Were they all like this?" he thought, "all wanting to control him, own him, hurt him, humiliate him." A part of his mind secretly hoped so.
His face turned beet red. "Janice, please, not you. You have no idea what I have been through. The pain, the frustration, the humiliation. All I want is to be left in peace till I can get this horrible thing off of me."
"Oh poor, poor Jeffrey. Been teasing the girls since you were a wee lad, and now you have to pay." mocked Janice. It didn't take a genius to figure out that any guy, especially one as large and strong as Jeffrey, who had their cock bound up in the painful and frustrating chastity pole, was SUBMISSIVE. It should be easy as pie to get this stud completely under her control.
She thought for a quiet minute or two of how to take advantage of this opportunity. Finally she knew just the right button to push with this "thinks he's the greatest thing to ever happen to the female species" stud.
"Now listen carefully." Janice began. "I want to play with you right now. It REALLY turns me on to think of your captured cock. I also need to learn about the chastity poles for my show. If you are a good boy, I won't mention any names on my show. If you disappoint me in ANY way, I will be sure to make you, my beautiful Jeffrey Lowe, the laughingstock of the entire campus."
Without another word, Jeffrey began taking his clothes off. Despite himself, stripping for Janice, with the utterly humiliating chastity pole clamped onto his captive penis, was tremendously arousing. By the time he was naked, Janice was treated to the sight of Jeffrey, all 6' 5" of him, slim and hard muscled like a statue, with his penis trapped in the cruel chastity pole, visibly but hopelessly aroused. The tip of his cock was a horribly swollen, painful looking deep purple. The flesh of his shaft, pinky thin where the bands compressed it, was trying to thicken where not directly encased. It was oozing around the edges of the bands. Janice was very glad she was not Jeffrey at that moment.
"How long have you had that on, it looks quite painful." said Janice conversationally.
"Since Sunday, and yes, it is very, very painful, more painful the more aroused I get."
"Does being with me get you aroused?" cooed Janice.
"Oh yes. I haven't had an orgasm since last Tuesday. I am absolutely dying." admitted Jeffrey.
"Since Tuesday" thought Janice, he must really be in a state. Her memory of Jeffrey was of a horny young man who could cum three or four times in a few hours and who just couldn't deny himself an orgasm for ten minutes whenever he had the chance.
"Well you know how I like to tease." whispered Janice, getting quite aroused herself as she slowly pushed down her top, revealing even more of her fabulous breasts.
"Now, lets see." said the inexperienced Janice, "what should I have you do, hmm. I know!" she brightly continued, "why don't you get on your knees and lick my shoes clean. Doesn't that seem like a proper way to start our new relationship?"
"Janice, please. You've seen the chastity pole. You've humiliated me. Why don't you just leave and let me suffer alone. I really can't take any more of this."
"Oh Jeffrey, I don't think so. You look so unbearably cute. And you know how I always tried to get you to experiment and do new things? Well now you don't have much choice. Unless you want to have your predicament broadcast to the entire school and the surrounding community. You know, given the internet and such, I bet everyone you ever knew will learn about your situation in a few days."
Jeffrey thought he would cry. This wasn't some mysterious and dominant stranger. This was Janice Hotspur, his favorite lover, someone he thought he had some kind of relationship with. He really did not want to lick Janice's shoes. He certainly did not want to go where this seemed inevitably heading. But he didn't seem to have much choice. More than anything he did not want his situation, a situation he couldn't possibly deny, broadcast to the entire campus.
Slowly, a little tear forming in his eye, Jeffrey knelt down. He looked up at Janice. "Please, Janice, don't make me do this. I am begging you. Please."
That wonderful feeling of being COMPLETELY IN CONTROL was raising Janice's temperature. The dawning understanding of her power over this gorgeous man was just so wonderful. Hearing him BEG was just an incredible turn-on.
"Lick my shoes, now. And do a good job or I will be forced to punish you." whispered Janice, her voice husky with arousal.
Jeffrey leaned over and began to lick the tops of Janet's sexy high heeled sandals and the tips of her exposed toes. Janet sighed with pleasure. Having a submissive lover lick her shoes and toes was something she had often fantasized about. She ordered Jeffrey to remove her shoes. Next she had him remove her cutoffs and her panty hose, leaving her in just her top and panties. She then ordered him back on his knees to lick her naked feet and suck on her toes.
Janice had been walking around campus for almost eight hours. Her feet were sticky and smelly. Gross. But she forced Jeffrey to pay strict attention to them.
She made him run his tongue up and down her sensitive soles. She ordered him to stick his tongue out further and use the wide flat part of his tongue on her feet. He complied. Next she had him suck on each of her toes, one by one, making sure that he used his tongue to carefully clean the ever so sensitive spaces between them. While this was happening she was constantly giving him directions. "Keep that tongue out further, suck harder, put two toes in your mouth", "don't you dare look at any other part of me." and so forth. The more Jeffrey submissively complied with her directions, the stronger and more confident the neophyte dominatrix became. If Jeffrey tried to grab a few seconds rest for his tiring mouth and tongue she urged him on.
After an hour or so of slavish foot worship, Jeffrey, without permission, turned his head away and put his exhausted tongue back in his mouth for a few seconds of much needed rest.
"How DARE you rest without permission." said Janice in a very dominant and ominous tone of voice. "You are attending MY pleasure. You do not rest until I tell you. You will have to be punished."
"Please, Janice, give me a break. You know I did a great job on your feet. Just let me rest a few minutes and I'll do what you want. OK?" whined Jeffrey.
Janice did not like this negotiating and whiny tone one bit. "Don't you dare talk to me in that tone of voice, Jeffrey. If you want some relief, ask me nicely. But its too late now. Stand up and bend over." she ordered.
Despite the fact that Jeffrey had been naked at her feet for the past hour, she had not noticed his backside. Now when she walked around him to begin his spanking, she saw the bruises and welts that covered his butt. Something a lot more intense than a little spanking had been going on in the recent past.
"Holy fucking shit." exclaimed Janice. "What happened to your ass?"
Jeffrey, holding all this inside himself for two days, confessed, in a teary voice, the whole Hilda episode in one big gush. The bathroom he was forced to clean on his hands and knees. The severe paddling he received for at first refusing the chastity pole. His failure to give his tormentor ten orgasms in an hour and the horrible, horrible caning he received as punishment.
At first Janice was taken aback. A little forced pussy licking and some spanking were what she had in mind. Jeffry's experience was considerably more extreme than anything she thought she might want.
But she was in fucking control. She could do anything. And apparently anything had a lot more possibilities for her pleasure and Jeffries torment than she had imagined. And why the fuck not. This asshole had left her high and dry on more than one occasion, spurting into her frustrated pussy and then leaving her to satisfy her own needs. He had been a naturally selfish lover, only with great reluctance learning to give her pleasure, though more than happy to receive.
"And after all of that, you still haven't learned a damn thing, have you." scolded Janice, immediately after Jeffrey had concluded his tale. "Judging by your performance on my feet you seem to have already forgotten that a woman's pleasure is what you live for -- your own comfort, being of absolutely no importance -- I see that you will need something to refresh your memory."
Janice ordered Jeffrey to remain as he was while she rummaged around his room looking for something to beat him with. A wooden spoon had possibilities, she smacked it against her thigh to see how it felt. An old wooden ping pong paddle seemed even better. But how about this, she thought as she picked up a brown electrical extension cord. This should make a nice whip. She doubled the cord in half and then slapped it against her thigh. Ow, that hurts. Even a light lash left a little line of red. She found some twine. She tightly tied Jeffries hands behind his back, making sure he could not get loose without great effort. She then bound his ankles together.
Her heart was beating wildly. She had exchanged playful spankings with a lover now and again. But this was far different. She had Jeffrey in complete control. She could really HURT him. And she was going to. Oh yes. A fantasy so dark she had only allowed herself to have it when she was at her most aroused and close to orgasm. And now she would get to act it out in real life.
She placed herself just to the side of Jeffry's vulnerable butt. She could see his cock sticking out stiffly in the chastity pole. She raised her arm.
"Crack" she brought the cruel, makeshift whip right across Jeffry's already bruised and beaten ass.
"Ow, Ai, Oh God, no." screamed Jeffrey. Wiggling deliciously in his pain and bondage. But he held his position, not wanting to make things worse.
"Hissssss Crack", Janice brought her homemade whip down across Jeffry's ass again, watching in fascination as the first lash became a growing welt, with the edges torn and beginning to bleed.
"PLEASE, Janice. I can't take it. Please stop." begged the tormented Jeffrey.
"Oh you can take it lover, you have no choice." exulted Janice, as she brought the whip down again.
Jeffrey started to whimper pitifully. The crude whip was nasty. He couldn't believe that he had to take this again. And from Janice. "Please, oh please Janice, please, it hurts so much. Please, I beg you to stop. I'll do anything."
But Janice was beyond mercy. She had a wild animal glow about her. She brought the whip down again. And again. On poor Jeffries bruised butt. On his back and his thighs.
Finally, thirty minutes and thirty or forty lashes later Janice, breathless, gained control of herself. What a fucking rush. There was blood all over her victims ass. Oh yes, she was a sadist, something she had always known but never really admitted. And it was great. Especially with such a cute and helpless victim for her nastiness.
She got a washcloth and wiped the blood off. He would live.
Jeffrey was sobbing and groaning. His whipping was as bad or worse than the caning Hilda had given him. And he was much more afraid of Janice, who seemed out of control, a bit crazy. He wasn't having any fun.
"Ok Jeffrey, time to see if you have learned anything." said the merciless young woman. "Get my panties off and get that tongue working on my pussy. Oh yes. I want twenty orgasms. You have an hour. What you just experienced will be as nothing compared to what I will do to you if you fail."
Janice was a multiple orgasm kind of gal. In her present ultra aroused state ten would be nothing. Twenty, well that might be a challenge.
Jeffrey, still bound at wrists and ankles, his hands and feet numb from the cruelly and inexpertly applied twine, submissively got on his knees and painfully and with much difficulty managed to use his mouth to remove Janice's panties.
Janice, her cruelty growing by the minute, thought of something. Wouldn't it be fun if he was in active PAIN while she was being pleasured. Isn't that what dominance is all about?
"Just a minute" she remembered seeing some old wooden clothespins in one of his drawers, the kind with the heavy springs. She found two. "Now where should we put these." she said, looking at his emprisoned penis. Jeffrey got this ever so cute look of terror on his face. "NO, please -- please Janice."
"Please what?" the sadist asked evilly.
"Please Janice, please don't put those clothespins on my penis" begged Jeffrey.
"On your penis, why what a good idea," said Janice "I was thinking about your nipples. But your penis sounds like so much more fun." she said opening and closing the tightly sprung clothespins right in front of Jeffry's terrified eyes.
"Please, Janice, I beg you. Please. I'll give you pleasure. You'll see. I have gotten better. Really. Just don't do that. Ok?"
"Oh Jeffrey, I probably shouldn't. But it is hard to resist. I love hurting you. Its such a wonderful feeling. I think I just have to do it."
With that Janice opened a clothespin, positioned it on the underside of Jeffries engorged, circumcised cock head, looked the poor boy in the eye and snapped the clothespin shut.
For a second nothing happened. Then Jeffrey let out a piercing wail. "Ai, no, no, get it off, get it off, its killing me, get it off."
"Get it off? You dare order me?" his tormentor responded coolly. smacking Jeffries cock, causing it to wave around, giving him intense pain.
"Please, get it off. Please mistress Janice, please take the clothespin off, Please, oh god please, I am begging you."
"Mistress Janice is it? I like that. It has, don't you think, a certain ring? No Jeffrey, it will come off when I have cum twenty times. If you take too long about it, I have an even more painful place in mind for this other clothespin."
Jeffrey began licking. Rapidly. Avidly. Spurred on by pain. Janice came instantly, then again in a few seconds, then again and again. Jeffrey had gotten better and she was in erotic heaven. After seven orgasms the first wave was over and now Jeffrey had to get down to serious work. He was in absolute agony. His cockhead was so swollen from frustration, arousal and the chastity pole that the clothespin began actually cutting a piece from his most sensitive flesh. He paused, from time to time to beg pathetically for relief. Janice just laughed at him.
Jeffrey got no help from Janice -- he was forced to learn what pleased her most by paying careful attention to her responses. The one thing for sure was that his begging and pleading were like electric stimulants to her clit. After about 20 minutes he got her into a next wave. Eight, nine, ten, eleven and twelve came in rapid succession. Janice was hazed out, now hardly aware of anything about Jeffrey except his tongue. She arched her body in sexual frenzy. Jeffrey paused for a few seconds to replenish his saliva and then went back to work.
But his task had grown more difficult. Janice was plenty aroused but she no longer seemed able to cum. Finally, after about a half-hour, she grew angry. "Well Jeffrey, I see that you are as inept with that tongue of yours as ever." I will just have to increase your pain. Perhaps that will spur me on. I hope so. For your sake. With that she put the second clothespin right on the tip of Jeffry's penis, closing off the pisshole.
Jeffrey went through the roof. He rolled around on the floor. He moaned. He begged. He cried and screamed. Finally, seeing no mercy in Janice's eyes, he went back to work.
It took another 45 agonizing (for Jeffrey) minutes to give his mistress the required eight additional orgasms. Finally it was done. Janice purred and stretched like a cat. Removed the clothespins. Untied Jeffrey. Got dressed. Kissed the poor boy on the cheek. Patted his head and left.
"I'll see you in a day or two." she said.
Hilda had become a full-fledged member of the ladies poling society (current membership, two, herself and Candy) and had several wonderful experiences with some of Candy's poled slaves. As much fun as it was to torment Gary and Michael and Eric, Hilda reserved a special intensity for Jeffrey.
Janice had not yet officially passed her membership qualifications, though she was allowed to use Jeffrey, when he was free, because of the publicity she was giving the society through her show.
The night after her encounter with Jeffrey, Janice had described, on the air, to what quickly became the entire student body of Purview, the chastity pole, its uses, and the fun she had had with it, being careful to give no hint to the identity of her polemate.
Quickly, Chastity Poles became the hottest topic on "Dings and Dongs", actually the hottest topic on campus. The guys mostly thought (at least in public) that they were terrible. A menace to society. Should be banned, made illegal, at the very least licensed by the government. And that any guy that allowed one to be placed on his prick should be cast out and banned forever from the society of men. Many women (all anonymous) expressed the opinion that chastity poles were a long needed reform and would do much to advance the cause of civilization on the planet earth.
Jeffrey, for his part, had not been allowed one single orgasm in what was now going on three weeks. Despite his intense need to be dominated, especially by Hilda who he now fancied himself in love with, he was no longer having fun. In fact he was going somewhat crazy and had lost the ability to function. His studies were suffering, he couldn't play basketball, his buddies thought him increasingly odd and his old girlfriends had started to whisper that perhaps Jeffrey was the one, the guy Janice had tortured.
Jeffrey had been out of his chastity pole just one single time in the two weeks he had worn it. On that occasion Hilda had carefully and strictly bound him to her bed. She had then opened his pole and carefully removed it. She gently washed his sore and filthy member, being careful not to let him cum. She then spent almost three solid hours teasing his cock with a feather, forcing Jeffrey to beg for the most ephemeral of touches. The poor dear practically broke his arms and legs trying to arch his tightly bound body up to the feather that Hilda dangled just out of reach. Despite hardly touching him she had to be very careful to keep him from spurting a load and ruining her sheets.
They played a little game. Jeffrey licked Hilda to orgasm. Hilda judged its quality. A really good orgasm got ten strokes with the feather. Almost enough to make Jeffrey cum. They did this for almost two more hours. Jeffrey was beside himself. Hilda just taunted him "Oh, it feels soooo good to cum, someday I might let you experience it." and so forth.
Finally Although Jeffrey had pitifully cried and pleaded for mercy, Hilda had cruelly reattached the chastity pole to his cock, and then managed to shrink, with great difficulty, the abused member by squeezing and spanking Jeffrey's balls. As soon as his cock had shrunk sufficiently, she had tightened the bands down preventing it from rising again. Jeffrey's balls were now so sore from need that he could not walk without pain and difficulty.
Candy was having a blast. She had recruited a third male to her stable of slaves and, in addition, had Jeffrey, who was just an unbelievably sexy hot piece of maleflesh. Especially in his captured, tormented and frustrated state. So sexy that she had, for the first time in her life, lost control of the evil demon inside her and almost caused the poor boy serious harm. On the night that she spent with Jeffrey, she had attached a thin rubber device to Jeffrey's painfully swollen and frustrated balls. The device was controlled by air pressure. The more air pumped in, the tighter it got, constricting Jeffrey's tortured sacs in a most painful manner. The air was controlled by a simple hand squeeze pump. The way the device was constructed the captured balls could not escape and the leverage was such that the poor victim's family jewels could be destroyed by an uncareful torturer.
Candy had spent several hours fucking Jeffrey, while the poor boy was painful bound, squeezing his more than two weeks without an orgasm frustrated genitals with the device. During this episode she had reached a plateau of sexual frenzy so intense that she had given vent to a cruel persona she had previously kept carefully hidden. She kept up the pressure on his balls, raising it, snarling and cursing at the helpless, screaming, hysterical Jeffrey. "You fucking little piece of shit -- push that cock, faster, faster, you useless slime -- urging his fucking on even when he was exhausted and clearly doing his very best. Finally, she tightened down so severely that, with one last blood curdling scream, he passed out. Fortunately Jeffrey was not damaged, but it was a close thing. Candy was a bit taken aback by the incident and by her own loss of control, and avoided playing with Jeffrey for a week or so afterwards.
Meanwhile Janice, aside from the three terrific evenings she had spent tormenting Jeffrey, was not completely happy with how her life was going Two of her favorite lovers, Lars Largemember and Carl Tightbut, were not returning her phone calls. Candy was being a stickler for procedures, in terms of the ladies poling society, not allowing Janice use of her slaves until Janice had captured one for the common good. Candy was also afraid that Janice being "out" would cause problems for everyone.
Janice had confidence in her charms and manipulative ability, but she needed to get close to a guy to use them. And all the guys around were careful to give her a wide berth. In fact, being seen talking to Janice was likely to get a guy ridiculed as a "poleslut" by his buddies. Every guy on campus was careful to keep his distance from Janice. Describing her little episode of domination on the air had maybe not been such a clever idea.
Hilda, on the other hand was having a wonderful time. Four good looking young males, totally at her beck and call, was just what she always wanted. In fact she was positively radiant -- projecting good health, sexuality and most of all a supreme feminine confidence out to the world at large. Tons of guys, ones who had hardly known her before, were lining up for her attentions. "Take a number" she thought -- she hadn't yet begun to get her fill of the slaves ready at hand. Especially Jeffrey. Sessions with him had grown hotter and hotter. The one where she had teased him with a feather was followed by one where she had him exercise for her pleasure, making him do all sorts of difficult, painful and humiliating things with her ever present cane as a spur. During one particularly enjoyable scene, she had made Jeffrey run and jump and hop in a difficult and specific sequence. Each of the six times he failed to do it right, she had caned the tops and insides of his thighs. Each of these canings was followed by a pleasure session for Hilda. Then Jeffrey, growing more and more confused and exhausted was forced to try to complete the painful and humiliating task yet again. Finally she had to stop as the little dear was about to collapse. But she warned him that he had still not satisfied her and would pay dearly the next time they met.
During the next two weeks, things continued in much the same vein. Hilda had captured another slave, a freshman bigbrain named Robert Newton. Janice had been covertly approached by Brian Gold, but had not had a chance yet to pole the boy.
Jeffrey was reduced, little by little to a whimpering, frightened fool. His entire body was covered with bruises and welts of various sorts. His owners had grown increasingly sadistic and difficult to please. Jeffrey began to truly dread his sessions with Candy and Janice, though he still found Hilda, no matter how cruel she was to him, sexy and exciting. He sometimes felt like he was in one of those South American horror prisons where the victims were taken out for torture on a daily basis. He was also certain that everyone now knew what had befallen him. He would never be able to hold his head up amongst his peers again.
Finally the month was over. Jeffrey arrived at Hilda's apartment to find Candy and Janice and Hilda all stripped to their sexy underwear. Hilda held out the key.
"Jeffrey, your month is up. As we agreed you are now free to go. I know we have been hard on you -- mean and sadistic as hell, actually, but I think you have found this all rather exciting."
Hilda continued. "We all enjoy playing with you, in fact you are our favorite slave. We would hate to have you leave our little stable. So we have a deal for you. We will take off your pole. You are then free to go. But no sex with any of us ever. Or you can, right now, have all three of us -- you can fuck us, have us suck your cock, screw us in the ass, whatever you want -- all day long, or as long as you can go." Then we will put you back in harness for another month. What do you say?"
This was unfair. Jeffrey had been living in sexual situations for a month, but denied pleasure and release. And his constant abuse had ruined his easy confidence of old. Who knew how long it would be before he could have real sex again. And here were three of the sexiest girls on campus in their underwear. Hilda, with her long nordic body, blonde hair, blue eyes and haughty manner, Janice with her incredible tits, tiny waist, and great ass. And Candice, the little redheaded beauty, whose tight athletic body looked as if it were sculpted by a great artist.
He shrugged, what was a boy to do. Except fuck his brains out for the next 12 hours, cumming and cumming and cumming again. And then back to his life of pain and frustration, POLED for their pleasure.
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