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(Recap: I am now under the control of Stephanie, my "pharmacist" who
fills my masturbation prescription. I had pretended to need her until,
horrors, I discovered that my cheated key no longer worked...)
Frantically I called Stephanie. No answer. I walked over to her place.
Knocked. No answer.
I sat on a bench in the park and pondered. I was up the creek without a
paddle. Now I would either have to wait or do her bidding. Breathe, I
told myself. The last thing I needed now was to be panicked. This will
be a mind game. I have to keep my desires close to the vest. I cannot
appear desperate.
The next morning, bright and early, I was at her door. She answered
sleepily.
"Oh sorry. Is this too early? I can come back, it's nothing important,"
I said.
"Oh, yawn, no. Come in." She was wearing nothing but panties and a light
top that hid her breasts but revealed her belly button. "Tea? Coffee? I
would offer me, but you are in a limited position to oblige. Ha ha," she
chuckled at her joke.
"Tea," I replied.
"Opps, sorry, out," she answered after a glance in a cabinet. "Have to
be coffee."
Coffee makes me jangly. It enervates me and made me horny, truth be
told. I was debating drinking any as the room slowly filled with its
warm bright aroma. Stephanie left to get dressed. She returned dressed
severely: long boots, tight beige slacks that flared a bit at the hips
and a tight black top with long sleeves and a full collar buttoned at
the back. In her hand was a riding crop. My eyes went wide.
Stephanie looked at me puzzled, then laughed. "Ha ha. You look
positively frightened. Did you think this was for you? Today is my
riding day at the stables," she explained. From her other hand she
lifted a round black velvet hardhat and laid it on the counter.
She poured out two cups of coffee and handed me one. I was too dazed to
refuse.
"So to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" she asked.
I did not answer immediately. I cast my gaze downward.
Reading my mind, Stephanie remanded me, "Jeff, its only been four days.
Surely after your last stellar performance you are not here to beg, are
you?"
My face reddened slightly. I still was not able to formulate an
acceptable, to myself, sentence to utter.
"Come, lets sit in the living room and talk." We went to the living
room. I sat at the arm of a red couch and placed my coffee on a glass
topped coffee table. A little spilled on the glass top, but I did not
notice. I watched as Stephanie pulled a wooden armed chair with a seat
covering that matched the couch and placed it across from me at the
coffee table. Her chair was higher than my couch. She loomed over me.
Was it metaphorical, intentional?
As she leaned over the coffee table to get closer to me, a small
necklace chain swung back and forth just inches away from her breasts.
At the bend of the chain a small silver key flashed the morning sunlight
streaming in through the window. She spoke slowly and softly.
"As you know it is my job to dissuade you from pursuing your desires. I
must make sure that what you ask is really what you want. Please do not
take my requests personally. I actually like you Jeff. When you are in
control of yourself you are quite fun. But I need to get a sense of just
how much you want it. And so I will give you tasks in order to gage the
relative importance of your desires to you. It will be a simple multiple
choice test.
"The first thing you will need to do will be harder, I think, than the
second. I believe that you will remember it. I stand, you lie before me
with your lips no more than an inch from my boots and repeat ten times,
"you are my mistress, goddess. I am your humble servant.'"
She got up and stood in the middle of the room waiting for me. As she
waited she rhythmically slapped the crop lightly in her hand.
So it had come to this. I stood before a slippery slope and pondered my
situation. By coming here so early I belied my statement that it was
nothing important. By not contradicting her I admitted my sense of
desperation and weakness. I knew that at any point I could simply leave
and wait the remaining days. This bar was high in terms of humiliation
but low in terms of difficulty. This was really a small thing for a
pretty big reward. I got up slowly and slowly crossed the room to her. I
knelt before her and got into a low pushup position, my head over her
boot.
"Put your arms to your side," she said just before she punctuated her
words with small slap in her palm with the crop. My task hadn't quite
started and already it was harder.
As I said the words, I gave them scant attention. It was just rote. They
were said quickly and barely above a whisper. When I was done I got up.
"Very very good, Jeff. For your reward you may come here and run your
hand along my thigh." I could tell it was as much a command as a reward.
But to me it was indeed a reward. I found Stephanie attractive. I rubbed
her thigh.
"Feel the panty line beneath my slacks?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, taking a deep breath!
"Now think of your cock as you rub my thigh and feel my pink panty. Or
were you already thinking of your cock? And does feeling my panty make
you think even harder about your cock? Oh sorry. You can't think harder
about your cock, ha ha," again laughing at her joke.
"Now I have to go for my ride. While I am gone you can do task two. You
know how to clean, yes? Well clean my little abode here. Start in the
kitchen, then do the bathroom and finally do the living room here. Not
the bedroom. That's too intimate, ha ha. If you get done before I get
back just sit on the couch and wait. Go it?"
"Yes," I said.
"Oh. And one more thing. If you run across any of my panties just put
them in your pocket and I'll have further instructions when I get back."
She left.
I sat on the couch and thought for a bit. Interesting, I thought. She is
actually treating me like a humble servant. As always I had to weigh the
costs and benefits of continuing this whole kit and caboodle. The costs
were now mounting. Once again I had lost control over my masturbation.
So far that had been pretty much the only cost. Well, ok, I guess the
various humiliations that I had endured so far could count as costs.
Briefly I had regained the ability to masturbate in private. Now that
was gone. So not only was control of my masturbations gone, but so was
the privacy I had enjoyed when I could masturbate. Besides the
humiliations I would need to add the mental costs of feeling inadequate
before Ilona's assessment of me as a person.
The benefits were more amorphous, more future potential benefits. And
maybe not really benefits. For instance was the ability to go a longer
time without masturbating really a benefit? I suppose that if it created
a better, more attractive personality on my part, a personality that
might result in the exchange of life of masturbation for a life of
actual sex with hot actual women, then yes it would become a benefit.
The same would hold for the way my relationships with Ilona and
Stephanie were going. At the moment it seemed all humiliation. Would
there be some kind of tipping point where they would come to treat me
with a respect that I could take pride in? Again it was a potential
future benefit.
Yet, if I were honest I would have to admit to enjoying a certain amount
of fun out of aspects of the process. My masturbation habits and
fantasies had certainly become more interesting. Then too, I was getting
a certain amount of access to a league of women out of my normal range
and a pretty intimate access; well, at least intimate from my end. They
were getting intimate with me even if I was not getting intimate with
them. Another tiny benefit was that I now had a set of two trophy
panties.
I smiled at that last thought. I remembered fondly cumming into Ilona's
panties after inhaling her fragrance. Ok their smell, whatever. It was
still a fond memory because it was in the middle of an orgasm. Now
whenever I looked at her panties I got a tingle in my groin. I was
getting a tingle now as I thought about the memories.
But, but, but.... But now new costs were being added. I had to prostrate
myself before Stephanie and proclaim her exaltedness and my lowliness.
And I had to perform servile tasks for her. And the benefit? The benefit
so far was her allowing me to touch her thigh. I sighed at the thought.
So little for so much. I hadn't really finished my thoughts when my body
got up and went to the kitchen and began to clean it up.
As I cleaned, all the above various thoughts paraded through my mind,
none receiving much analytical attention. The house wasn't particularly
messy. It was just in that intermediate state between an after company
get-it-back-to-regular clean and the before company comes get-it-
spotless-top-to-bottom clean.
I indeed found two pairs of panties: one in the bathroom and one under a
stuffed chair in the living room. Without paying them much notice I
jammed them in my pocket.
When I was done I sat on the couch. Another cost to me: boring sitting
time.
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"Hi. I'm home," a voice announced. I must have dozed off. "Oh! What a
beautiful job. Thanks so much. You are a doll." I beamed inwardly at the
praise. I had really only done a satisfactory job. I wasn't trying to
win any awards. Still it felt nice to be praised. I added the praise to
my little actual current benefit pile. There was a pause.
"Oh you can go," she said matter of factly. I realized then that there
had been no discussion of what I was to get for doing as she told me. I
began to formulate a sentence that would address directly my getting
unlocked.
"Well," I began, "are you going to ...?" I half waved and half pointed
towards my caged penis.
"Am I what," she demanded! "Oh...Am I going to unlock you? Well, you
know that I cannot do that now. That cannot happen until the minimum on
the prescription at the earliest. You know that." I was crestfallen.
"Then why would I do all that stuff and clean and all?" I asked.
"Because you want out as soon as possible. Right?"
"Yes, but that's not for days. I might as well come back then, no?"
"You can suit yourself, but I figured that you would want to get a jump
on things so that maybe, just maybe, you would be all done with your
required tasks for the earliest possible release. That's what I figured.
Or you can just do nothing and come back on the latest possible date.
It's your choice. Please me enough and get an early release or wait."
"Oh," I said. I got up to leave.
"Hey, are you happy to see me or is that a gun in your pocket?"
I remembered the panties in my pocket. I turned around and went back to
her. "I found these," I said as I held out the panties.
"You are going to have to wash then by hand. You can take them home or
do them here. But, of course, that is only if you will be choosing to
continue to work for an early release. Since you have already invested
some time into that course then you may not want to waste it by giving
up now. What do you want to do, Jeff."
I was a little task. It would be mildly enjoyable. I might as well, I
figured. Stopping after washing them would not be all that more invested
than stopping now. I put them back in my pocket and started to turn to
leave.
"Since you are choosing to continue to please me, come back and place
your lips on my boot."
Damn. ka-ching another cost. I shuffled over and lay before her and
placed my lips on her boot. And I waited for her to say I could go. It
was a very very long wait. Finally I asked, "How much longer?"
"Naughty boy. You are not to ask. Now it will be three minutes longer."
After about ten seconds a small alarm sounded. she had set a timer. I
could have been done. Now I had three more minutes.
"Times up," she chirped. "Let's cheer you up a bit. Give me one of those
panties." I handed her the small pink girlish lacy one. "Come over here
and let me give you a hug." I shuffled over.
But it was more than a quick hug. As she brought the panties to my cheek
she began to explore my body with her other hand.
"Here, you hold this panty lightly against your cheek so I can free my
other hand." Now both hands were exploring my body. And while a button
or two may have been unhooked for easier access, I was not being
undressed. It was a very sensual exploration. "Relax," she said. "I want
you to think of this panty as having magical powers. Think of it as
having the ability to cast a spell of sensuality over those who are
close by. Think of it as having an erotic power over me when I wear
them. A power that drives me to desire sex. Think that when anyone
approaches close while I am wearing those panties that I am driven to
engage with them erotically. You imagine that when I put these panties
over my vagina that I imagine that these panties are your penis."
It went on like that for a while. It was definitely a benefit. Here was
this very good looking woman talking sex to me as she caressed my body.
It didn't go as far as the hooded event but in some ways was better. I
could see her yes, but the images she was placing in my mind were
exceedingly hot in their own right.
When I got home I considered giving those panties the same treatment
that I had given Ilona's panties. But I didn't for two reasons. One was
that I did not want to cross Stephanie in any way at this critical
moment when I was driven to do everything reasonable to get some relief
as soon as possible. The other reason though was even stronger. Right
now I had a major crush on Ilona. I really did think of her as my
mistress goddess.
When it came time to wash those panties, I kept running her words
through my mind. Magic erotic powers. Anyone close to them would be
turned on. I imagined them laying lightly over her vagina and I imagined
them being an extension of me. I imagined them being my penis.
All of which was a turn on. A turn on that I really didn't want in my
caged state.
Back and forth went the argument in my head. Do I continue with this low
grade torture or do I pull the plug. Yes, I could wait out the maximum
and it was really not going to be that hard. Yes, I was dying for
relief, but early relief was going to have strings attached. So far the
strings had been manageable. Almost pleasurable in their own right.
Pleasurable that is if one ignores the degradation and humiliation. And
always the double messages that I seemed to be getting from Ilona. How
was associating with Stephanie and her powers over me helping me? They
just seemed to be coaxing me into a deeper and deeper dysfunction with a
strong woman. I didn't see any hints or suggestions for relating with
strong women from a position of personal strength. If anything it seemed
that I was reinforcing my own tendencies for weakness at the hands of a
strong woman.
Then it flashed in my mind that my position relative to Stephanie would
get stronger the closer I got to the prescription's maximum date. Was
that a coded message from Ilona? Coded message? Was I nuts? It was a
very simple straight forward piece of information that if I had an ounce
of intelligence I should understand. It was not rocket surgery or brain
science.
See, without penis masturbation to entertain me, this is what I was
reduced to, mental masturbation. Mental masturbation about penis
masturbation. And believe you me, I would have been done and over with
actual masturbation a lot quicker than this mental masturbation
masturbation. I was spending/wasting more time this way than the regular
way.
So I resolved to stick it out and see how things worked as I got nearer
to the date with my name on it. I would see Stephanie tomorrow and play
that by ear. I was now done with hand washing and drying her frilly
lacey pink pair of panties. I checked the smell and it was clean and
fresh. I rubbed it on my cheek and pictured my imaginary hard penis
lying across her vagina. I sighed.
-----
I called ahead and arrived at Stephanie's at an expected time. She
offered tea and coffee, I said tea, and this time she was able to
oblige. I handed over her panties, folded and wrapped in tissue paper.
"What a delightful touch!" she exclaimed. I smiled. I enjoyed pleasing
her. It wasn't an act. She was a nice person. If only she didn't have
this role and power. But then she might not give me the time of day. So
anyway, add her delight with my efforts to please her to the benefits
list.
"Well, are you ready to begin?" she asked simply.
With a mild shudder I answered, "Yes, let's have at it."
"Oh I like that. A teeny tiny bit of fear. Let's work with that, its
good. It's good to fear one's god. Or Goddess as the case may be. And
that is certainly your case. Today before you prostrate yourself at my
feet and proclaim your lowliness before my exaltedness lets kneel."
After a long pause she asked, "What do you say when I give you a
command?"
"Oh sorry. I didn't realize that was a command. Aaahh, yes. Yes I shall
kneel."
"Yes Mistress Goddess!"
"Uhhh. Yes Mistress Goddess," I said and knelt in the space just before
her, the space where she was pointing.
"Now say a prayer to your Goddess. From the heart, I want you to pray to
me."
This was getting weird. In some ways this particular request was more
intense than any of the others. My real relationship with God is pretty
generic, meaning I don't do much or pay much attention to the whole
subject. I don't actually pray at all. So there's that. But trying to
pray to this ordinary human being before me, well as I said, weird.
"Oh God," I began and was immediately corrected, "Ahhh yeah, Goddess. Oh
Goddess please hear your humble servant and grant that I may please
you..." I paused. How does this praying stuff work I wondered.
"You need to keep praying until I give you a sign. I would suggest that
you pray for mercy and the strength to suffer through the slings and
arrows of this harsh and cruel world. And talk about how exalted and all
mighty I am."
And that's what I did for some five minutes. On and on about how high
and mighty she was, how lowly I was, and how undeserving I was of her
attention and how I prayed that I might face my travails with courage
and grace. I used every phrase I could remember from my religious
childhood training such as it was.
I stopped when she slapped my face. I took that as a sign.
"Today for your cleaning chores I want you to strip and wear this apron.
Since I will be here doing some work I want to get some pleasure from
your presence."
The cleaning was much harder being watched. Especially being watched
wearing noting but the apron and my penis cage. The apron itself was
pretty ordinary, not frilly or pink. When I was done I was commanded to
prostrate myself at her feet again, and place my lips on her shoe. Then
recite how she was my Mistress Goddess and I her humble servant.
So far all cost and no benefit. Until she had me kneel before her again
and she proceeded to remove her panties right before my eyes. I got a
quick glance of her vagina. A thrill shot through me. Then a shudder as
she brought the panties to my face with one hand and began caressing me
with the other. A shudder because I was again to suffer caged
stimulation of everything but the thing that most wanted, needed it.
Yes this was a benefit, but one with its own costs.
----
My next visit was the day of my minimum or soonest release.
"Oh, baby, no you haven't done enough. But you are close. Really you
are. You don't want to throw away all that progress now do you?"
My heart sank. Honestly this was the news that I expected but another
part of me had had hope. The thing was that the costs were rapidly
beginning to outweigh the benefits, even merely potential benefits.
Still there had been nothing particularly difficult or embarrassing.
The day began as usual: praying, prostrating, aproning and cleaning.
Then the doorbell rang. I was in the kitchen when I heard it and heard
Stephanie answer the door.
"Hi Sparky, what a surprise!" she exclaimed. But why did there seem a
touch of acting in her voice?
"Surprise," this Sparky replied questioningly, "you called and said I
should come over."
"Oh so I did. Listen sit here in the living room and I'll be right back
after I attend to something."
She came into the kitchen and led me to the bathroom.
"I almost forgot about this little surprise I had planned for you. You
are going to get the chance to show my good friend Dan, who I call
Sparky, what a devoted and humble servant you are."
I simply said, "No."
As if she were expecting my refusal she said, "Oh, well then we will
need to plan around things then. Unfortunately your clothes are in the
coat closet by the front door. Will it be a problem for you to go there
and get dressed? Hmmm, I see by your reaction that that is a problem. Ok
then you can hide in my closet in my bedroom until Sparky leaves. How
does that sound?"
I didn't have a lot of choice, now did I. She led me to the bedroom and
opened the louvered closet doors. But before she let me in she took the
apron. I was to be nude in the closet. Then she slipped out of her pants
and removed her panties. She held them out to me as I stared at her
below the waist nakedness. If I could have gotten hard I would have. I
stepped into the closet holding her panties as she closed the door in
front of me. The louvers were pointing down so I could see her naked
legs and ass leave the room. Was she going out like that to this Dan? Or
Sparky as she said she calls him.
Before long she returned still naked below the waist. Dan was at least
naked below the thighs. I could not see any higher up, which is to say I
could not see his penis. I imagined it hard and large.
They moved just out of sight onto the bed. Soon both were making excited
sounds of pleasure. Stephanie had directed that Dan lay on the bed. I
then imagined that she was straddling him from the top. They were making
so much noise that I ventured moving the louvered doors enough to create
a crack through which I could peek.
Sure enough she was on top pounding away on him and her vagina and ass
effectively hiding his whatever sized penis. Then she shot a glance over
her shoulder right at the closet. I closed the door back. I had almost
gotten a view of her breasts. I could hear them as they slapped against
her body as she thrusted her hips up and down rhythmically on Dan's
penis.
"Oh Sparky," she shrieked nearing an orgasm, "it's so big and hard." She
struggled to get the words out between pants. "so, huff, much, huff,
bigger and harder, huff, than what I usually, huff, see around here,
huff, of late." It was a shot aimed directly at me. I had always figured
that I had a normal penis. Was it instead actually small?
She satisfied herself three times on Dan. At least that's what it seemed
like to me as her shrieked moans took on that special tone that only an
excitedly satisfied woman makes.
-----
I came back the next day anyway. It was minimum plus one. I would hear
her out. Perhaps she would let me out or at least give me something I
would be willing to do. It was a crazy going back but I was so
frustrated and so wanting relief that I had to try everything.
Before she would even hear my request I was required to do all the
praying and prostrating. The prostrating now included an additional
detail.
Before my lips were allowed on her shoe she spit a bit gob of spit on
it.
"Suck if off," she commanded.
I hesitated. I hesitated a good long time. She did not hurry me. She
gave me plenty of time to think it through.
After I did it I felt a bit of disgust with myself. Then she reached for
the phone and called Dan.
"No," I said. And I left.
------
Two days before she would have to allow me relief I get a telephone call
from her. She offered me release if I will come and clean the spit off
of her shoe again and a few other small favors, maybe some cleaning,
whatever.
It was tempting. It wasn't anything I hadn't done before. I said no. It
had become true. As I approached the day of my release I was beginning
to get some leverage. Besides I had been doing a lot of thinking of
late. I was feeling some shame for the things I had allowed her to do to
me. I was now standing firm and feeling better about myself for that
even as I felt worse knowing what I had done.
-----
The day before my must release-by date Stephanie shows up at my door. I
had just gotten up and was lightly dressed. Before I even let her in, I
tell her simply and with the strength of knowing I can wait a day, "No
and no again."
"Jeff," she begins using my actual name, "look I'm so sorry. I want to
make it up to you for all I have done to you."
"Then get down and lick some spit off of my foot," I say sarcastically.
To my surprise she knelt before me and lifted my bare foot. "Please spit
on it," she begs me. I am so shocked and surprised that I actually bend
over and spit on my own foot. Slowly and delicately she licks it clean.
I could feel a warmth run up my entire leg to my groin.
She then looks up at me and reaches into her bosom and removes the key
to my release.
Then it dawns on me. Her entire goal has been to humiliate me; to push
me as far as possible into self debasement. Why is that her goal? Just
for her own amusement. No there is a larger prize at stake here. My own
self-respect and honor.
Finally I find myself asking myself, what would Ilona want me to do? She
would want me to take pride in myself and do that which is hardest. Do
that which engenders the most self-assurance and self-love. She would
want me to refuse to lower myself and to accomplish something that takes
self-sacrifice. Simply, she would want me to say no, no and no again.
"I'll wait," I said with an inner calm. At that moment I was so proud of
myself I could burst.
"Oh," said Stephanie, "I so agree. I so completely understand." She then
comes over to me and gives me a big hug and then kisses me deeply. My
pride swells even more. I have begun to have strong feelings for
Stephanie. Pleasing her like this makes me happy.
"Look," she continued, "I know we cannot unlock you but how about we
celebrate a bit? How about we have as much fun as we can short of the
big prize?" She is then unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off. She is
doing a slow strip right in front of me. While she is standing there
wearing just her bra and panties she begins removing what little
clothing I am wearing. Soon I am completely naked except for the
despised device. At this moment I am hating the thing with every fiber
in my body.
She wraps her arms around me and is stroking up and down my sides as her
tongue is searching out my own. My penis is screaming to be freed. Some
how she has slipped out of her panties and has them in her hand. She is
rubbing them gently over my face and cheeks. It reminds me of all those
other panties along side the face times. It reminds me of the panties
tacked on my bedroom wall. Ilona's personally scented panties flash by
both my eyes and nose.
She is then kneeling again before me her mouth an inch from my screaming
penis, the soft panty cupped around my balls. She is talking to me.
"Oh Jeff, lets do it. Let's make love. I want you inside of me right
now. I can't wait. Oh Jeff, Oh Jeff," she is panting and moaning for me.
After all that time being her humble servant and worshipping her as my
Goddess, my automatic reactions have become to submit to her commands.
But it's more than that. I really do have feelings for her.
"Yes, Mistress Goddess. Please release me," I whispered loudly and
desirously submissively, my eyes half closed as I gaze emptily inwardly.
Suddenly she stops. She then very slowly backs away and begins looking
for her clothes. She is getting dressed when I realize what she has just
done.
"What?" I shout. "What, what. You said you were going to release me if I
agreed to fuck you. What? What are you doing?"
When she was dressed she slowly walked to the door and said simply, "If
I thought you could I would tell you to fuck off." And then she laughed
and left.
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