The DemoSubmitted by: tristan
"If you want to be my full-time slave, and maybe my lover, you will have to demonstrate your worthiness to me." Mistress Vikki said to me with her characteristic smile.
My heart raced. I felt a funny quiver in my stomach.
"How can I prove my worthiness to you, Mistress." I asked.
"We will have a six month trial period. During that time, you will do everything I say without question." she said. "You will not be with me 24/7 - you aren’t worthy of that privilege yet. I will allow you to work your job, but outside of the office, your time will be mine to control." she added.
I could feel my face flush, and my cock harden. She was so beautiful. So gorgeous. So amazing to be around. Over the last year that I had been going to her dungeon and seeing her, I really got to know her well. Her absolute power was tempered with a playful flirty-ness that just made me gooey inside. I had genuine feelings for her. I wanted to make her happy.
It seemed like her dungeon was just spinning around me. I was starting to sweat under my clothes.
"I will have control of you. You will do as I say, I will discipline you when you are bad." she said. "You will need to make a solid effort to please me and pleasure me. You will need to demonstrate your devotion to me."
I just gushed inside. "I think I can handle that." I said with a wink.
"One more thing... To show your devotion to me, you will relinquish control of your sexuality to Me." she said.
"What exactly does that mean, Mistress?" I asked meekly.
She looked me in the eye with a grin and said, "You will offer up to me absolute control of your penis." She looked down at my crotch. "I can see you have a hard on now,” she said as she gave the bulge under my jeans a light little pat with her delicate hands. "As your Mistress I demand total control your male sex organ. I will keep your penis locked with a variety of chastity devices. You will help prove your devotion to me by offering to be my chastity slave."
"I have never worn one before." I said.
"I know." she said.
"I usually jerk off at least once a day." I said.
"That will stop. Allowing you to squirt whenever you like is disrespectful to my authority. To prove yourself to me, you will beg me to control your animal urges. You will beg for me to emasculate you,” she said in a low, sexy voice.
My heart was pounding. My cock was aching. My mind was spinning.
"Will I ever be allowed to orgasm during this time?" I asked.
"Perhaps if you are an especially good boy, I may reward you by allowing you some masturbation privileges from time to time. You may have an orgasm every day, or it may work out that you never have an orgasm again. Part of it is up to you and your behavior. Part of it will do with what kind of mood I'm in. Remember, as your Mistress I will own you."
The whole thought of her controlling me, emasculating me, was somehow both frightening and erotic.
"Are you worthy of me?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress. I wish to prove myself worthy." I said.
"Excellent. Remove your clothes,” she said.
"What, right now?" I asked.
"Yes. Right now." she said.
"But Mistress, may I have just one more orgasm before I offer myself to you?" I asked.
"I am sorry, sweetie, but no. I don't want that. I want your devotion, now. I know you are horney. I know you haven't come yet today. What better time to give yourself to me."
The next thing I knew I was naked with my hands behind my head. I was bound standing up with my legs spread. My cock was throbbing strait out into the air.
Mistress Vikki said "Someday, I am going to have to run you through some erection control training. But not right now, that just have to wait for another time." She walked away and came back with an icepack. It was in a cloth bag that had a waist belt. She tied it around my waist allowing the icepack to rest directly on my overheated cock and aching balls.
"That should cool your jets a little,” she said as she walked out of the room.
About twenty minutes later, my erection was gone and my cock was practically numb. Mistress returned and removed the ice belt. Working quickly, she removed the ring from my Prince Albert piercing. I could see Mistress placing a stainless steel tube around my penis and I could feel its cold grip encase my manhood. The tube ended with a rounded cage that imprisoned the glans of my penis. A metal 'hook' was placed though the hole in my piercing to ensure that the head of my dick could never leave its little cage. I heard the click of a small round lock that secured a ring that went around my scrotum to hold the device in place.
Any type of stimulation was impossible. Any hope of escape was non-existent.
"This little device was made by a friend of mine named Lori. I made sure to order this model in size that would be a little small for you." she said. "I want this one to be nice and snug. It should be possible for you to have limited erections with this tube, but you will be unable to do anything with them."
She laid down some ground rules about it. I was to refrain from touching it, other than to clean it. Any attempts to remove it were as forbidden as they were futile. I wasn't allowed to talk about it with her in any way, unless she approached the subject first (or it was some kind of emergency). Even then, she said, "I had to be careful what I said about it." I was allowed to show anyone else I wanted, but I had to explain to him or her 'that I was wearing it to demonstrate my devotion to Mistress Vikki.' Also, if someone saw it accidentally at the gym or something and they asked about it, I was not allowed to lie. As embarrassing as it might be, I had to tell them about Mistress Vikki and my demonstration of devotion to her.
"Violate any of my rules and you will be punished." Mistress Vikki said. "I am not talking about playful spankings to excite you, I am talking about brutal, sadistic punishment, both corporal and emotional. You will be whipped and humiliated - and trust me you won't like it", she said with her characteristic grin.
About a month went by. During that month, there where days when I was required to be at her dungeon immediately after work. I would please her doing her will well into the late hours. Sometimes she was nice and sometimes she was bitchy. Sometimes she would let me service her orally, other times she would just ignore me while I cleaned or did other shit work. Some days she had me running around town doing her shitwork and errands, some days she teased me sexually for hours on end only to let me go home frustrated.
Then there were days where she didn't care what I did. I would come home from work, eat, watch TV and go to sleep. What else could I do? My social life was hers, not mine.
One day she tied me up and teased my poor imprisoned cock and my frustrated blueballs for an hour. One of her favorite things to do was bind me standing up and gently torment my balls with her hands. After a few minutes of that, she would then lightly scratch the imprisoned head of my cock through its little cage with one of her long fingernails. The sensation was unreal. It was delicious and at the same time it was agonizing torture.
"You want to fuck me don't you?" she asked. "I would love to fuck you Mistress. I would love to pleasure you any way you please."
"I'll bet you would. But you know what pleases me right now? Keeping you frustrated." she said. "But on the other hand, having my chastity slave tormented like this is making me really horney. So, I think I will get myself off with a vibrator, while I leave you bound and frustrated."
She walked towards a toy chest. My god, did she have a gorgeous ass.
I remember thinking 'This is going to look hot...' when I noticed she came back with both a dildo and a blindfold.
She looked me in the eye and said, "Oh, you didn't think I was going to let you watch, did you?" She blindfolded me.
I couldn't see a damn thing, but I could hear her come as I ached from my bonds. My mind swirled with frustrated agony. My raging hard on was pushing hard against its steel prison, all to no avail. My testicles felt like they were pulsating full with hot lava. I was ready to scream. I was ready to cry.
Mistress came three times. I silently sobbed.
She sent me home with a delicate kiss on the forehead.
The next day she called me. "You have been a good boy this last month. I am having a play party at the dungeon this Saturday. If you behave yourself, maybe I will give you some relief."
Saturday I showed up at her place before the party started like I was told. "One rule tonight," she said, "you are not allowed to speak until I tell you otherwise."
Once I removed my clothes, she had me positioned on one of her favorite bondage tables in such a way so that I was lying on my back but that from the waist down, I was hanging off the edge of the table. My wrists were securely bound. My ankles were then raised above my head and secured to the ceiling. Finally the table was inclined a bit so that my head was lower than my ass. My legs were in the air spread wide apart like I was at a gynecologist’s office. The most private part of my body, the area between my legs, was now on very public display. My imprisoned manhood was obviously visible to any one in the room.
"No talking." she said and then she walked away. I stayed there for what seemed like hours. People showed up. I could hear them talking, laughing, playing. People were moving all around the dungeon. People moved passed me, and made comments about me, but never spoke to me directly. It was as if the dungeon was a three-ringed circus and my imprisoned penis and testicles were the main attraction.
The angle of my head made it difficult to see anything, but I sure as hell could hear the comments. There were lots of general comments like 'Wow, look at that.' and 'I hear Vikki's chastity slave has been chaste for a month.' were the most common. There were some conversations between couples talking about getting belts for themselves. Some comments were mean. Someone said 'his dick looks so small, I am sure no one will miss it.' and 'his balls are ACTUALLY blue."
My tormented cock and balls were the featured attraction at the freak show. I wasn't a person, I wasn't even a slave - I was an object for the amusement of the guests. I felt so humiliated, so violated. I thought it couldn't get any worse until I heard Mistress Vikki yell, "Ok everyone. Time for the demo."
Everyone seemed to enter the room and as far as I could tell, sat in chairs arranged in front of my frustrated penis like an audience in front of a stage.
Mistress Vikki addressed the eager audience. "Welcome to my party, I am glad so many of you could make it, its really great to see you all. I am sure you all met my chastity slave, or at least saw up close his devotion to me." There was a slight chuckle from the audience. Mistress Vikki continued "I can tell you his penis has been inside its little prison for about one month now, and my slave has taken it very well. He has been a little frustrated lately, but he has done a wonderful job of keeping his frustration under control. Lady Abernathy, would you let me borrow your scarf?" There was a pause in Mistress Vikki's speech.
I couldn't see anything. I was beyond frightened. What the hell was she going to do with a scarf?
Mistress Vikki started speaking again "As you can see when I hold this blue scarf next to his well tormented testicles, its not quite a true match yet. We need more blue in his balls. I think a few more months of this will make them a nice shade."
There was a chuckle from the crowd. "Actually I am kidding. Balls really don't turn blue. And if they do you have a problem."
Oh great. My nuts were now props for a standup act. What's next, Carrot Top?
"Which is why we are here. It’s a fact that it can be unhealthy for males to orgasm less than once a month. As you may or may not know, it has been scientifically proven that a chaste male will build up toxins, which accumulate within the prostate gland and the cowpers gland. Usually this buildup is expelled during ejaculation. If a man goes for several weeks without sex, and for whatever reasons, decides not to masturbate, nature takes care of this cleaning by giving him a 'wet dream'."
I was a little concerned where this was going.
Mistress Vikki continued, "But most men find wet dreams as pleasurable as sex. So how do you eliminate wet dreams? How do you keep a male healthy while denying him any sexual pleasure for months, or even years at a time? How do you rid the male reproductive system of toxic buildup - WITHOUT allowing him the pleasure of an orgasm? Simple. One word. Milking. It takes care of health issues and can be as unpleasurable or as pleasurable as the person in control wants to make it."
I was starting to freak out. I had only remotely heard of this and had no idea what it entailed.
Mistress Vikki continued "Most of you have only remotely heard of Male Milking and have no idea what it entails, which is why you are attending this demonstration."
Mistress continued, "Milking with respect to chastity is very concerned with orgasm denial - essentially we are trying to create ejaculation without orgasm. We are trying to create ejaculate without pleasure. The technique used is about the same prostate massage method, the only difference is that the penis is not to be aroused or excited by touch, and usually remains locked within the chastity belt or cage."
"The penis does not have to be locked in a cage for milking. Male Milking does not require a chastity belt. But I like to keep my slaves locked in their belt as much as possible, and I find having them locked up during the milking procedure helps with denying stimulation to their penis."
"Of course, depending on technique and personal tastes, to the slave, this experience can be as painful or as comfortable as the Domme wants to make it. Personally, I like to torment my slaves while I do this. A good method of torment might be the application of a stimulant like hot sauce or Ben Gay to the penis or scrotum. Some slaves hate this, some like the extra stimulation."
"However, if your male slave is the kind that enjoys that sort of thing, an excellent alternative is to place ice around your slave's cock and balls to reduce his enjoyment. The ice actually numbs the penis and testicles and reduces the sensation they feel during this procedure to next to nothing. I know another Mistress who has an ice tray that freezes water in a shape of a thick ice cock ring, which she makes her slaves wear during their weekly milking session. Apparently the slave feels nothing but numb penis and severe anal stimulation. In fact having a numb penis causes the slave to concentrate 100% on the anal aspects of the procedure."
I noticed I was breathing heavy, almost like I was starting to hyperventilate. I was very, very scared.
I did look up and I was able to see Mistress Vikki looking at me with her devilish little grin. She winked.
She started talking "But much to my frightened slave's relief, I won't demonstrate any of that right now. Tonight I am just going to concentrate on the basics. He has been a very good boy this month. Plus, he is a milking virgin." Once again there were a few snickers from the crowd. "So I think I will be gentile on him."
"But please realize, that even though I will be gentile on him, and he will release as much fluid, if not more, than he would from a real orgasm - he will feel no pleasure from this. Oh sure, slaves may eventually learn to love this, but its usually an acquired taste that they love for psychological reasons. Since this is his first time, odds are my chastity slave will feel uncomfortable with this. He may even feel violated because the nature of milking is very similar to ass rape."
I started to get panicky again. 'Ass rape?'
"Since this slave is new to this procedure, he is sort of a 'blank slate'. What's great about blank slates is that over time, you can make them however you like. Some Mistresses would use this as an opportunity to make the milking experience pleasurable for the slave; an experience that the slave will learn to love and want more and more. While I think I will just be gentile with him this time, I have been thinking more and more that I do not want this slave to enjoy milkings. I want him to think of them as 'uncomfortable', yet still offer himself to me as a sign of his devotion to me. I think that as I continue the milking sessions, I am going to make them more and more uncomfortable for him and humiliating for him. I think as the months wear on I will add more pain to this experience and perhaps play up the ass rape element of the whole procedure."
My mind was spinning. I was scared out of my goddamn mind, and yet strangely excited to the point where I couldn't see strait.
"Right now, I think I will be kind of nice to him and just get this over with. But his next one will be brutal. I’ll post a sign up sheet for those who wish to attend. Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that you can make this as pleasurable or as miserable an experience as you like. But I digress, back to how it’s done. If you look on the poster of the male reproductive system behind you..." Mistress Vikki said as everyone made a little noise as they turned around. I couldn't see anything. "... you will see that in the middle of all that mess is a small golf ball sized organ called the prostate. Milking is all about massaging the prostate. The best way to the prostate is up the slaves ass."
"Oh first, let me show you this... This is a simple plastic drinking cup that has a wire around it. I made it myself with a coat hanger. Its not elegant, I know, but its certainly functional. Before I begin I hook this to the end of the slave's chastity tube. This will collect all fluids he discharges."
"Lots of lube on your slave's anus is needed. Of course, the less lube, the more pain for your slave, so I suppose the amount of lube you use depends on what effect you are going for."
As she was speaking about lube, I could feel a lubricated finger going in and out of my ass. It was somewhat uncomfortable, but it was totally humiliating. Despite the fact that I was almost numb from the humiliation, I could feel my cock start to swell against its little steel prison.
"Ah good. I wanted to show you all this. My slave is getting an erection. Can you all see the glans of his penis behind the cage? You can stand up in the back if you want to see this better."
"Erections are to be expected. Chastity slaves start to become so needy when it comes to sex they become very aroused at the slightest touch. Of course, for me it is the ultimate torture to arouse them, get them all worked up, and then deny them the very thing they seek - any sort of sexual stimulation or gratification. This is why I believe it is very important to not have any contact with the penis during milking."
"Anyway. Now that my slave is sufficiently lubed, I start a gentile massage of the prostate with my index and middle fingers. At this point, the slave probably feels like he has to urinate."
I did. I felt like I had to piss all over the place.
Mistress kept massaging my prostate over again. Deeper and harder. The room was pretty quiet.
Mistress tried to fill in the quiet time by talking. "At this point, you can massage harder and deeper to make it a little more brutal if you like. Also, don't forget that you are also stimulating the rectum, which if done correctly can simulate a brutal ass rape." The crowd chuckled.
She continued the massaging. "You can use your fingers for the entire milking, of course, and I certainly have fun with that, but there are better tools available for the job. A "G Spot" dildo is suitable, but there are specifically designed tools with prostate massage in mind. This is one of them. Its design is perfectly shaped to torment my slaves prostate."
Mistress stopped massaging me with her fingers. Soon after, she inserted presumably the prostate massager into my rectum.
It felt wonderful and at the same time was uncomfortable. Mistress's relentless thrusting in and out seemed endless. It felt like there was direct pressure on my prostate, and while there was a violent in and out thrusting in my rectum, I didn't feel like my ass was "full".
I wanted it to stop. I wanted to scream. My cock was so hard, and so imprisoned in its metal tube it was driving me insane. I was so horney. All I could think of was sex. Images of beautiful naked women played in my head. I so desperately wanted a nice, soft pair of lips to kiss my aching cock, but it was not to be. All I would get was more anal torture.
I could feel a tear well up in my eye.
Mistress spoke again, "After about 10 minutes the slave will begin to express fluid which has a sensation similar to slow urinating. After continued massage you will see that his fluid will flow out freely."
After a few minutes the pressure that felt like urinating increased until finally I could feel something happening.
I could here someone from the crowd yell "Oh my god, there is his milk!"
There were 'ooohs' and 'aahhs' from the crowd.
Mistress responded, "Wow. Usually this takes a little longer. His balls must really be full." The crowd chuckled again.
She continued, "Usually the milking session usually lasts between 10 - 40 minutes, and you know you are done when the fluid stops."
Mistress continued to 'milk' me. I could feel fluid being forced out of my penis. I could hear it drip into its new home in the plastic cup.
For the next half hour or so I don't remember much. Some member of the audience asked questions, and Mistress answered them. A few mini-discussions ensued. Really, I don't remember much of what was said. My mind was awash with feelings of horneyness combined with feelings of humiliation combined with pleasureless and uncomfortable stimulation.
After a half hour or so Mistress declared "I think this slave is dry." She removed the tool from my ass and wiped me clean with a towel.
Mistress removed the cup of my fluid from my cock prison. Mistress adjusted the table so it was no longer inclined. She released my ankles from the restraints and had me sit up on the edge of the table. I could see the audience for the first time.
They were about 20 or so people, both men and women, in a variety of ages. They were all staring at me. I saw devilish grins, pleasant smiles, and faces with utter disbelief. My face was flush red with embarrassment and shame and excitement and pent up sexual energy. I immediately looked down. I felt embarrassed. I felt frustrated. I felt utter love and devotion to my Mistress. I felt sexually charged. I felt sexually drained. I was exhausted. I was buzzed. I was dizzy. I couldn't think strait. I was so unbelievably horney, I can't even describe it.
Mistress spoke up again "As you can see my slave still has an erection. In fact, he has quite a nasty one - look at how engorged with blood his glans is. He will probably be like this for ten minutes or so."
Mistress Vikki spoke up again, "Now for the icing on the cake. Men, especially strait men, by their very nature find it degrading to drink semen. As a final act of devotion to me and as a show of my dominance over my slave - he will drink his own milk." Mistress said as she handed me the cup.
I took the cup from her and looked at it. She didn't say anything. I stared at the cup. There was a pause.
Mistress turned to the crowd and said with a cruel sarcasm, "At least he better drink his milk if he knows what's good for him." The crowd chuckled again.
While it repulsed me to do so, I put it to my lips and swallowed the milk that Mistress humiliatingly forced from my body. It was salty and disgusting. It was all I could do to not gag.
Someone in the crowd yelled "He looks like he is going to be sick." The crowd laughed.
"He is a very good slave. And now he is fully milked. He will be kept in his chastity tube for a few more months. While not 100% necessary, I recommend this procedure be done at least once a month when regular orgasms are being denied. Thank you for your attendance and I hope you enjoyed the class."
The crowd applauded.
Mistress looked at me again with her cute, devilish smile and said, "I hope you all can join us next month when our chastity topic will be "Kali's Teeth Bracelet - Erection Control Device and Erection Training and Torture."
'Oh no' I thought as my stomach churned.
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