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Tease Island

The Early Season

"The new boat comes today" M. Fulbright Penopskott commented toDawn as he squirmed on the bed. Dawn nodded, and continued her trail of flicksagainst M.Fulbright's suffering shaft. Dawn leaned closer, staring intentlyunder her platinum blonde bangs, as her pink nails painted to match her tubetop poked and stroked M. Fulbright's purplish shaft. "You betcha, M.,and you're making some nice change from it, huh?"

Dawn looked right into M's eyes and licked her full lips slowly, andreached over to her tube top and flashed him a nipple. Then she grasped hisshaft in a pulling motion and gave it an up and down stroking, harder and harder,quite a contrast from the light scrapes and scratches that she'd been torturinghis penis with all afternoon. Dawn pumped and pumped harder and harder, andM. Fulbright began breathing through his nose, and he pushed his dick againsther soft hand in the hope of possibly getting to cum. It had been 134 dayssince his last humiliating orgasm, when he'd been forced to jerk off and lickit up at an Island awards ceremony, and he really wanted to cum badly!
M. Fulbright's Trials

Dawn pumped a little faster, and M. Fulbright bit his tongue and hoped forthe best, rubbing his dick against her palms, slick with lubricant. He'd hadsuch a time of it--some would say you have to be careful of what you ask forwhen you are the director of an island devoted only to teasing and denial.M. had had way lots of teasing, and very little release!

The average client, call him X, would come to Tease Island,having paidthe exorbitant prices, and receive a bungalow and a chastity belt. X wouldhave two or three scheduled teasing sessions from different therapists on his "team" whowould visit him at the bungalow, cuffing him and removing the chastity device,for long, excruciating handjobs and footjobs by his scantily clad "counselors".But except for the four two hour teasing sessions the client got during theday, he was free to enjoy the other vacation aspects of the island--windsurfing,sailing and that sort of thing. Clients generally wore Hawaiian shirts, shortsand flip- flops,and could interact with other therapists on the island on anequal basis-flirting at the juice bar, joking at the beach...

But if the client ran into one of his "team" therapists, shewas entitled to order him to strip, be it at the beach, juice bar or formaldining room, and have his hands cuffed. (all therapists wore the cuffs on thebelt buckles of their skin-tight short-shorts. Then the therapist or counselorwould unlock the client's chastity belt and remove it, and often tickle andpoke the client's penis as he stood humiliated and aroused while other clientsand therapists socializing in the area jeered and giggled at the poor bastard'spredicament.

After ten or fifteen minutes or so, the therapist would ask a bartenderfor some ice, and ice the poor man's bloated dick down to the point that hecould be locked back into the chastity device--to stay frustrated until theday he left the island,when he'd be allowed to jerk off in front of his entireteam and his neighbors in other bungalows. Most clients could afford to stayat the Island for one or two weeks if they were very lucky-- at ten thousanddollars a day, it was rare that one would stay for a month!. So the stressesof teasing and chastity were not really all that bad.

After all, you could learn where your therapist hung out, and avoidit, if you wanted your dick to have a little relief, and you didn't want humiliation.All you had to do was avoid the four girls on your "team"...not sofor the founder!

But for M. Fulbright, who owned it all, and had lived at the Islandforever, it was a lot tougher. Not only was Dawn allowed to remove M. Fulbright'schastity belt, but every girl on the Island, from 48 year old Molly, who hadbeen a teasetrix for twenty-six years, to 19 year old Fawn, who had only beenan Island girl for about forty-five days, had a Master key to M. Fulbright'schastity belt. And all were entitled to unlock and tease him at any time! M.Fulbright moved around, trying to create even more friction between his tumescentmember, and Dawn's soft elegant hands. It was so hard for him sometimes, beingthe head guy, as here at Tease Island, that actually meant being on the bottomof the totem pole. For 134 days this time, and of course for the last quartercentury, M. Fulbright had had to suffer the indignities of being the one whowas allowed to be manipulated and punished by everyone.

Just that morning, Shari, his chauffer had picked M. up to take him on theinspection rounds. "Sit up front with me, M. Fulbright" Shari thoughtit was comical to wear her chauffer's hat perched atop her long, dark mane...thecar was a Jeep with no hood, and generally Shari wore a low cut bikini. Immediatelyas M. Fulbright had sat down, Shari had cuffed his hands behind his back, makinghim sit on them, and had pulled M's shorts down, unlocking his chastity beltand stroking his cock as a second gear shift as they'd driven about to inspectvarious points on the island. People had waved and shouted as they'd watchedthe beautiful, tanned girl  rubbing the chunky businessman's penis asthe jeep drove by them.

 When Shari had stopped at the Fishnet, a saloon on the south side ofthe island with a neon leg, Kirsten, the Fishnet's manager had come out, andwaved Shari from unlocking the cuffs and putting on the belt. "No biggie,babe, I'll just lead him in. Kirsten had guided the blushing M. Fulbright throughthe bar, surprisingly crowded for ten in the morning, and up to the manager'soffice, where he'd gone through the books as she'd pointed her pen at differentledger entries...he'd done some addition and subtraction, and when he madea mistake, she'd paddled him! This was a hell of a note for the billionaireisland owner to have to suffer from his $30,000 yearly employee... After M.Fulbright had spent some time sobbing in the corner (those wooden paddles areNASTY) Shari had guided him back out to the Jeep, and he'd had to endure lotsof snickers and catcalls about his now bright red welted bottom.

Then Shari had continued to stroke M. Fulbright, as he twisted and turnedtrying to keep his bottom from having full contact with the seat, until theyarrived at the gym, where M. was teased and milked by two or three gym girls,and then forced to run on the treadmill with little 21 year old Barbi (Hername was Gertrude but she looked like Barbi Benton) swatting his ass furtheras he slowed down in his jog. After this M. Fulbright had been teased on theX frame of the Tease Island Dungeon, and then had undergone several teasesfrom girls who were "auditioning" to be therapists, before arrivingto see Dawn, who had been his Head Tease Counselor for well over a decade.

M. Fulbright and Dawn had been together for a long time, he knew he hadto have the Amazonian Rockette the first time he'd seen her at Radio City MusicHall. Six feet one inch to M's five five, Dawn could still make him drool bytossing her long blonde hair and breathing deeply, making her 40DD chest bouncein the flimsy tubes and halters she always wore. Dawn also brought in a greatdeal of money and repeat clients, as she was not only M's therapist, but treateda number of other visiting slaveboys to the island. Dawn was responsible fortraining new girls, teaching them the best ways to make men beg and demonstratinginteresting lubricants, feathers and other materials on practice penises, oneof which was often M. Fulbright's.

Dawn alone dictated when M. Fulbright was allowed to cum. The clients wereteased and denied mercilessly during their visits, and then were allowed tomasturbate to orgasm upon leaving, but with M. Fulbright, of course this wasan impossibility, as he never left the island, except occasionally to recruitnew therapists...Thus, Dawn and Dawn alone decided when M was allowed to cum,and it wasn't that often. Often M. Fulbright would plead, beg and cajole theother girls who teased him "Oh, won't you please let me squirt, Diana?Dawn will never know." But of course Dawn could tell the difference betweena limp dick and one that was fully elonogated and bloated with months of backedup seed.

On the few occasions that a girl had taken pity on M. Fulbright, he'd squealedwith relief, and then as soon as his composure returned, he'd told her howashamed he was of her for giving in to M's entreaties, and then he would summonDawn, and the young lady would be on the first plane out of Tease Island. Itdidn't take long for the girls to understand that to be a good therapist, onehad to a. give the client the idea that he might get release at any moment  andb. heartlessly deny him until his day of departure, or in the case of the TeaseIsland owner, until Ms. Dawn permitted!

Today, it looked as if Dawn might be giving in, She was still rubbing andpulling M's dick back and forth, and seductively moving her legs about in thesnug white miniskirt. "So you're all excited about the new clients, M.Fulbright, huh?" Dawn let her tongue tremble across her glossed lowerlip as her pinkie stroked M's frenum, the sensitive spot just below his cockhead.M.Fulbright'shands and feet were secured to the bedposts, or he surely would haveescaped, masturbating madly as he vaulted the window...but Dawn had been aGirl Scout, and she knew her knots. As Dawn continued maddeningly masturbatingM's glans, she spoke softly.

 "And I hear Pamela is coming back--to visit?" M closed hiseyes and willed himself to orgasm, though he knew that Dawn's experienced fingerswould instantly feel the semen rising to the tip. Suddenly he felt a sharpflick--Dawn's nail had scraped his glans, making him focus. "Yes, Dawn?" Ooohthat hurts so much after all the teasing...his penis head was bloated enoughwithout being stung like that! "Pay attention, dear." Dawn smiled. "Iunderstand Pamela, my old friend is coming back for a visit?" Dawn resumedrubbing the glans softly. "Y-yes,and to do some work. Her husband is goingto some sort of dental convention, and so Pamela thought it would be a goodtime to make some extra cash."

Dawn pumped M.'s dick faster and faster, and M attempted to elevate his hips.Dawn looked terribly bored...bored and regal! She thought about Pamela, whohad been a tease/denial therapist at the island for six years before acceptinga marriage proposal from a rich dentist in Scarsdale, New York. It wasn't themoney Pamela was after, Dawn thought...it must be the excitement. How muchfun is it to tease and deny the same guy again and again? Dawn was bored enoughwith Dweeb-o here, though he paid her $100,000 a year to take care of him.Dawn sensed the rumbling in M.'s penis, sensed it rather than felt it. "You'regetting ready, baby...are you ready to cum?" M.Fulbright moaned "Yesma'am..." "You sure?" Dawn flashed her panties at M. Fulbrightand pumped even harder...and then pulled her hand away and doused his crotchwith a pitcher of ice water and left the room. As M. Fulbright sobbed, Dawnlit a cigarette and chuckled. He would lie in his wet bed, tied for severalhours...meanwhile she could go to the plane and see Pamela!

The Arrival of Jack Wilson

Jack Wilson climbed off the airplane wearily,but with a sense of excitement.He smiled at the redhead who had been sitting in front of him as she passedon the runway. Did she work here? Certainly they had no female clients hereat the Island, he thought. "Jack?" A girl with curly blonde haircame up to him, smiling. "Are you Jack Wilson?" Jack nodded, checkingher out. Jesus. Blonde hair, crop-top, and those boobs! The curly blonde walkedright up to him on stiletto heels, and kissed his neck bold as brass, givingJack a big hug. His penis contorted against her little crotch,but just as hewas getting into it, she pushed him back, grinning.

"I'm Cindy,your Head Tease Therapist, unless, of course you want someoneelse later on." Jack shook his head "No, I'm sure that won't happen." Hegrinned at Cindy, who linked her arm in his, and guided him to her Jeep.

The ride was fairly routine, Cindy asking Jack about his flight, and learningthat Jack had only been able to afford this marvelous fortnight at the Islandbecause his Internet company had gone public. "This has been a dream ofmine for a long time" Jack admitted, and Cindy smiled knowingly. "It'stough, isn't it? You get a girlfriend to tease you and her hand hurts aftera while, right? You want her to supervise you while you clean the bathroomnaked, and she tries to blow you, like you're a real man, and you're notready for that..." Jack was astounded. How did she know?

"It doesn't make sense, does it?" Cindy asked him."You'd thinkany girl in her right mind would love to have a lavishly attentive slave-boyto look after her house and perform between her legs for hours, and not haveto give any rewards in return--I mean, blowing a weenie type guy isn't muchfun..." Jack blushed and Cindy giggled. "But girls keep mistakingwhat they want,and trying to turn perfectly sweet submissives into he-men,and it's so counter-productive, right honey?" Jack blushed again and grinned. "It'dmake much more sense to diaper and tease a boy like you, get him to clean upmy place before a real guy comes over...and then tease you some more!"

Cindy kept putting her left hand on Jack's leg, near his crotch as she drove,rubbing it up and down and patting for emphasis. In the brochure that Jackhad read when he'd signed up for Tease Island, he'd been urged to stay sexuallyabstinent for at least 3 weeks--orgasm-less completely--before taking the trip. "Thiswill assist us in emphasizing your true chastity and helplessness" thebrochure, written by a Ms. Dawn, had emphasized..

Jack wanted to do things right, but, being a compulsive masturbator, he'donly been able to log eight days of celibacy before he'd left, and it had takena helluva lot of golden showers! But even with only eight days of horniness,he was still going nearly insane, watching Cindy's tanned hands with theirFrench manicure playing about his leg, squeezing the inner thigh and pattingdangerously near his zipper. By the time they arrived at the little row ofattractive cottages called bungalows, Jack's dick was about to burst throughthe crotch, and Cindy seemed to be inwardly giggling.

When they got to his bungalow, Cindy unlocked the door and gave Jack a copyof the key. "I and my team will each have keys to your little house here,and we can come in at any time of the day and night, but no one else will." Shesmiled at Jack and after watching him unpack, sitting on a chair in the middleof the room waving one of her superbly shaped legs in the air, she got downto business.

"Jack, I want you to take everything off, and come stand in front ofme, honey."

Jack knew that it would be embarrassing standing stark naked in front ofthis lovely young lady, and he'd certainly anticipated that there would besomething like this going on,but he was still even more humiliated than hethought he'd be. It might be that Cindy had a true sense of self--she seemedas if she was ready to handle peace talks with Sadam Hussein or something!Cindy grinned slightly as Jack's penis grew hard as he attempted to stare intothe cleavage just beneath her little crop top.

"Put your hands behind your back, Jack. No, I've seen it all before,believe you, me. You weren't ashamed in front of your Mommy when you were alittle boy were you? No, then you shouldn't be in front of Miss Cindy, evenif I am only twenty-three." Cindy casually reached out and began to fondleJack's penis, and it grew harder in her hand. "Now you seem to have signedup for the expensive deal, Mr. Wilson--two weeks!" Cindy tickled Jack'sballs with her long nails as she played with his dickie with the other. Whatdo you think, you think you can handle two weeks of me doing this?" Asshe said "this" Cindy began grazing her thumb under Jack's penisas her forefingers drummed the top as if she were about to smoke a cigar.

Cindy's tongue peeked out from between her lips and waggled back and forth,and she leaned forward so Jack could get better visual access into her cleavage. "Iknow you're staring at my honeys, Jack." Cindy said in a soft voice, asshe continued to stroke his cock slowly. "Don't you wish you could touchthem? Think of what a normal guy would do with twenty grand--that's what youpaid to be here, right?

He could hire twenty girls like me who'd do whatever he liked...but you knowyou don't deserve that, do you...keep those hands behind your back, honey." Jack'scock got harder, and Cindy pulled the glans a bit. Continuing in her soft voiceshe said "Jackie, baby...a normal guy could have so much fun with a slutlike me, but all you can do is stare at, not even my full boobs, but just thecleavage, the tops...you're getting the same show you got in high school, andI have you here naked and begging." Cindy leaned over and gave Jacka long kiss, and he smelled her perfume. She kissed him again, and her tongueshot in his mouth, as a leapfrog traps a fly. " At least thegirls in high school didn't always know that you were gaping at them, theydidn't have access to this naked cock..." Cindy's fingers twiddled thefrenum.

"Really, you are kind of pathetic, honey.Aren't you?" Jack noddedsadly, and his lip trembled. Cindy began rubbing a little faster, alternatingten fast strokes with ten slow ones."I mean, I have a big old boyfriendwho loves to fuck me, but you could've had me for ten grand,but you just wantto be a pathetic little girl, right, just a loser." Despite his stiffrod, Jack's eyes began welling up as he thought of how true this girl's assessmentwas...

Cindy's voice grew softer and more honeyed. Her nails seemed to be hittingall of Jack's penile nerves,and he was dying to cum"Yes, you can't haveany good lovin' from me, because  your mommy prolly beat your ass whenyou were a little boy? Beat your bare ass in front of your sisters, or theneighborhood children? And you were a sissy boy, maybe with violin lessons,right?" Jack thought of Mommy's hairbrush, and began sobbing softly. Hereached out for Cindy and she slapped him across the face. "Didn't I tellyou to keep your hands behind your back?" Her voice was now sharp.

"Yes Ma'am..." Jack cried quietly, and Cindy played with his penissome more as she hummed quietly in his ear about what a loser he was..and thensuddenly she stopped.

Jack stared in horror as she stepped back and reached into a handbag, pullingout a metal chastity belt. "Ta-daa!" Cindy laughed.

Pamela's Return

Pamela watched Jack Wilson leave the runway with Cindy, and smiled. God,the island hadn't changed at all. When Pamela left, Cindy was just a greenrecruit in training, and look at how self-assured the young beauty was now!Pamela wondered if Cindy would ever fall in love with a client, as Pamela hadthree years ago, and thought about it as she drove to her bungalow.

David had been incredibly sweet, and a repeat client for Pamela... a veryrich and generous fellow, he was bewitched by her strawberry blonde curls,her little bud-breasts pushing up her belly shirt, and dancing green eyes.At the end of his eighth visit to the Island, they were married at the littlechapel, and flew home together as man and wife. David had had many ideas aboutwhat it would be like to be married to a sexual tease expert, as opposed tovisiting for five or six day increments.

Pamela had started out by giving David intense two or three hour teases,milking his cock, greased with corn oil, while she wore French bra and pantysets, and then letting him cum. "Ooh, that felt so good." David saidafter a four hour tease in which he'd shot all over the bed. "But honey,I'm ready for going a while without orgasms. Why aren't you teasing me andputting me back in the belt, frustrated?" Pamela smiled. "David,it's not as easy as you think, being teased and denied for more than a coupleof days. I want to ease you into it. Believe me, your time will come, whereyou'll really miss getting to cum once every day or two."

The plan was, David would be allowed to cum twenty-seven times in the firstthirty days they were together, and every night after he'd cleared away thedishes, David would meet Pamela in library and stand in front of her as shestroked and twirled his stiffening erection...They'd start out with him standingin front of her, and then move to the bed as his legs grew tired.

 Pamela would  then continue her ministrations, sometimes ceasingwith the fingers and rubbing her toes around his shaft,and then alternatingto using a feather or lubricated dental floss...at around midnight,the latestDavid should be awake before getting his eight hours rest before work the nextday, Pamela would jerk him  off into a shot glass. She didn't make himdrink it at first, this would happen later...David kept telling her he couldn'twait for the first time he wasn't allowed to cum...Only three days this month?But he wouldn't know what three days they were!

Then one night, just before one a.m. Pamela, resplendent in a pink shiftwas pulling and stroking David's purple cock, streaming with pre-cum, and suddenlyshe just stopped. "Whats going on?" David had asked. "Are yougetting me off?" Pamela had hopped off the bed and bounded into the kitchen,coming back with an ice cube. Aaahgh. David felt unbelievably scorched in acold sort of way as Pamela rubbed his dick down. "Tonight honey, you aregoing to bed horny." Pamela said, smiling. "Aaw come on...this hasbeen going on for hours."

David had pleaded. She had stroked him before dinner, then during all thecommercials during "LA Law" and "Boomtown" and the news,and then, turning off the TV, she'd taken him back to bed and really focusedon making his cock feel like a MX missile... But here his cock was going limpagainst the ice's cruel push, and Pamela was locking David back into his  chastitybelt. "Good night, darling" Pamela kissed David's lips (She was stayingup a little later, as she hadn't arisen til noon) "You okay?" David'scock was beginning to harden again, as his lovely wife stood before him inher pink shift...but of course it couldn't get totally hard, because it waslocked in the damn belt!

"My dick hurts, honey" David whined. "Well, it'll be out againtomorrow night" Pamela had laughed before shutting the light off...andthat had been his first night of frustration.

After that first night with no orgasm, David had been quite grateful to gethis spurt the following midnight, and admitted to Pamela that "the stimulationis even more intense after having gone all day without cumming! You're right,after a few days or a week of celibacy, I should be crazy!" Or what abouta couple of months, Pamela had thought, smiling as she'd cleaned the semenoff from David's exhausted penis.

At the beginning of the second month together, Pamela explained there wouldbe slightly more sacrifice. "Now honey, this month, you'll cum twenty-oneout of thirty days. You'll still get lots of orgasms, but it'll be  alittle tougher,and ALSO you're going to have to be more understanding and generousfor your Pammy." "What do you mean?" David had asked "I'venever gotten to have sex with you, because you said I'd have to wait, I eatyou out for an hour every evening, and I gave you a car and a nice allowance,honey. Even a Platnium Visa card!"

Pamela smiled. "Yes, babe, but I have needs too...and one of my highschool boyfriends lives in the area." David had had a very difficult timewith this. Several nights a week after Pamela had given David his teasing,she would leave the house to the accompaniment of a sports car honking outside.She always wore clubbing clothes, and it seemed she wasn't there when he leftfor work in the morning. Of course, this meant David didn't have to bringher breakfast in bed, but he was too consumed with jealousy to see the highside...and of course he had to "clean" Pamela out when she came home.

The third month was fifty-fifty: David would be allowed to release fifteendays out of thirty, and so he had about every other day to expect a night offrustration...and those nights were incredibly difficult. Pamela would oftenfinish her milking of him, and ice down the penis, lock it up and then unlockDavid, requiring him to give her a bath and massage before assisting her indressing up for her clubbing date. He would feel ill as he watched her pulla skintight sweater over the Merry Widow she was going to surprise her currentlover with later, and hand her lipsticks as she fussed over the mirror. Itwas awfully painful for him to go to bed then, his penis encased in the cruelapparatus...wondering whether the guy had gotten into Pamela's panties yet.He would call Pamela several times from work the next day to see how she was,as she'd not been there when he left...and she was always very sweet to him.

"Yes, Davie...I had a nice time. No, not my boyfriend, I went out withthe Fedex guy who brought the golf-clubs you ordered from E-Bay." At somepoint in the phone conversation David would begin to get dangerously closeto tears, which was not a good way for his next dental appointment to meethim. (Whoever heard of  a root canal from a guy who is crying morethan the patient is?) and she'd promise David "Tonight, honey...we'llhave a nice time. I don't think it's a squirtie night for you,but I will stayat home, at least til you go to bed and sleep. Mommy bought a new nightie foryou to snuggle with her in." As Pamela carried her bags in her bungalow,she thought of David now, two years into the marriage.

He now came once every 90 days...and often had to wait on Pamela and herfull time boyfriend, Dirk. Dirk lived in the spare room, or really David did,and Pamela teased David constantly...and Dirk provided all the discipline.They'd fired David's housekeeper, donating her salary to the March of Dimes,and David cleaned and cooked for them both when he wasn't at work...Just beforeshe'd left the house for this one  month assignment from M. Fulbright,she'd watched poor David, wearing only his chastity belt, heels and brightblue 70's eye shadow, scrubbing the baseboards as Dirk stood over him witha strap. After each chore was completed,  David either got a whippingif he'd done a bad job, or if he was a good boy, he was allowed to blow Dirk,whichwas a questionable reward. Pamela had promised David he could jerk off oncea week if he was perfectly behaved while she was gone,but as she began unpackingshe realized she'd brought the key to his belt with her...poor thing!

Hal and Rachel

Hal, Tease Island Comptroller came home after a long day in negotiationsover the final funding of the Clinic. What a job of work, he thought. Rachel,Hal's wife, was reclining on the couch, reading "Elle" magazine,her full breasts heaving in the snug minidress. Though Rachel was nearly fifty,she still had the aura of a Betty Boop. And there was a remarkable contrastbetween the tanned, shapely brunette and her pallid flabby husband perspiringin his gray suit.

"Did you have a tough time, darling?" Rachel asked, not takingher eyes off the magazine. Hal smiled "Well, at least it's done." Halgazed at the embroidery on Rachel's heaving basque. He had been forbidden totouch Rachel's beautiful breasts, except for birthdays and Christmas, for nearlyfive years, and it could be frustrating. "How was your day, dearest?"

Rachel smiled, absently twirling the diamond pendant Hal had boughther "just on impulse" the week before. "Oh, I spent this morninghaving a rubdown, Young Johnny Bates, the South Island masseur came and workedon my breasts...he didn't even charge our account! Nearly an hour and a half,he spent." Hal sighed deeply and looked very sad. Rachel smiled to herself.How stupid Hal was. No woman would want her breasts manipulated for that long.But what fun it was to watch his eyes well up! She tucked in her basque, furtheremphasizing the swell of her cleavage and smiled. "Well, are you gettingready now?" "What for?" Hal asked. "I'm going to showerand take a nap, hon." Rachel shook her head. "Tonight's the banquetfor the completion of the Clinic. You and I are being picked up by M.Fulbrightand Dawn in an hour. Get your tux, babe."

Hal shook his head. "Rachel, I worked all week on this with thecodicil that I wouldn't have to attend the banquet. There's a Sixers game ontonight, after I lie down I want to watch that and order in a pizza. Remember?I told you I wasn't up to going, and you understood...M. Fulbright said itwas all right, and you were in agreement since I spent all yesterday spacklingthe bathroom." Rachel smiled. "Darling, go get your tux on, you shouldn'tcount on those promises from me. I would like a night out, and you are neededthere. Go shower and put on your tuxedo, dearest." Hal shook his head. "Dammit,Rachel. I am not going tonight. The Clinic banquet can go on without me. Youneed a night out? But you don't do anything during the day! I work all thetime, ever since you retired as a Tease therapist--"

Rachel's voice was like iron. "Harold, strip off your clothes andget me the cane." Hal blanched. "The cane?" Rachel snapped herfingers. "Hurry. You are being a brat, and I barely have time to correctyou before we get dressed for the banquet." Hal shook his head. "Nevermind, honey, I'll get dressed..." Rachel's voice was strident. "Strip.The cane. Now!"

Rachel, even after twenty years of whipping Hal's ass, had not losther "touch" The cane rose and fell against Hal's pale white buttocks,creating vicous bruises and weals as Hal screamed and cried. "I've toldyou WHACK WHACK WHACK not to dispute me!" Rachel let out a satisfied sighas the cane landed squarely in the sensitive spot where Hal's buttock met histhigh. Finally she threw down the cane, and lifted her skirt,and the weepingHal crawled underneath, licking Rachel quickly to two or three shuddering orgasms.

Afterwards, Hal stood up, and Rachel cuffed his hands behind her back.Unlocking his Prince Albert piercing, her long nails played across Hal's sufferingpurple cockhead. "You poor baby." she crooned. Her forefinger teasedthe shaft and Hal gasped as she leaned forward, giving him a great view ofher heaving tan melons. "I know baby's mad because he has to go to theBanquet instead of watching his sports game,but you know my rule about bitching,honey...this means no more football---" "basketball" Hal interruptedsadly. Rachel snickered as she tickled Hal's scrotum and stroked a large, swellingvein on the side of his penis "Basketball games, then for the rest ofthe season. You'll have to watch the Decorator channel with me instead." Justas Hal was about to spurt in her hand, Rachel pulled away, and struck Hal'spenis with the cane four or five times until he was limp enough to be re- lockedfor the Prince Albert piercing.

"There you go, honey" Rachel chuckled. "Now go get inyour tux. The Banquet is waiting!"

The Banquet

"I see Rachel got Hal to come tonight. He swore he was going to getto watch the basketball g-uh-game." Stuart was having a difficult timefinishing his sentences. It was difficult being at the Island banquet withhis beautiful wife Simone, a top Tease therapist playing with his dick underthe table.

M. Fulbright Penoposkott was handing out awards for those who had beenextremely helpful in making the Island Hospital and Clinic a success, and thiswas a big night…but Stuart was certainly distracted. Most men wouldbe, having a beautiful woman in a silver strapless gown manipulating your cock,which was hopelessly poking out of your tuxedo pants…Stuart stared atSimone lovingly as she innocently sipped her wine with one hand and kept theother moving about under the table. He was continually amazed that he had gottenso lucky with Simone, and never guessed the truth.

When Stuart, a successful contractor had come to the island lookingfor fun, M. Fulbright had seen the potential for tremendous growth of buildingson the island, and had chosen Simone, famous for her raven hair, intense blackeyes and heaving bosom to "secure" Stuart as an island employee.

Stu had never had a chance.

Stu had given up something that would have been tough for many men— amultimillion dollar construction company and fat municipal contracts in a greatpart of Chicago to be a $40,000 Island employee doing the same high pressurework. M. Fulbright thought this might work if Simone was thrown into the bargain,and fortunately, Simone was quite attracted to the tough, cigar smoking Bronsonlookalike to enjoy the "sting" of sucking him in…and he'dproposed to her within a month!

Now the Island had a contractor who built incredible structures, supervisingcrews 18 hours a day. "We must finish this thing!" he would orderthem frantically, and competent and majestic buildings would arise faster thanone could say "Atlas Shrugged" In the evenings, Stuart knelt nakedbefore Simone, giving his report of the day's work before she would begin herteasing of him.

Simone was a familiar sight, dark curls falling under her hard hat asshe'd follow her husband around on different construction sites. The crewswould whistle mentally as they watched her boobs heave in tight white T-shirtsas she gently questioned the speed on say the building of the roof of the newRecreation Center. "Couldn't you finish this faster honey?" Simonewould ask, brushing her rounded bottom, curving in stone-washed jeans againstthe lump in Stu's work pants. "When will the doors be installed? A paton Stu's bulging crotch area.

Stu, like Hal, wore a Prince Albert, and no underwear, so Simone couldtease him with her bottom and occasional gropes while nagging about the project…andthen Terri, Stu's office assistant, would cuff him and stroke his dick withher pink nails as they discussed numbers. (Terri also had a key to the PrinceAlbert. Stu's life was in control!)


The secret of Stuart's speed was Simone's timing of his orgasms. Forthe past three years, Stuart's squirt dates had been met just after importantbuilding completion dates. Dawn had informed Simone that the West Beach Hospitaland Clinic really needed to be finished by August 12. Stu had protested…" No,no…we're looking at a November completion date…" Simonehad patted Dawn's arm "Don't listen to him. Do you have that new PrinceAlbert?"Dawn had laughed and handed Simone the package…

When the drafting and planning for the Clinic had been done back inJanuary, Stu had been allowed to spurt; after the metal infrastructure wasdeveloped for the building, Simone had actually allowed Stuart to cum in herhand! (he'd had to lick it out,but still…) That had been in March. Thenthe pressure had begun. Stuart had been bound to the bed, night after night,Simone towering over him one night in a pink bikni lingerie set, the next inblack leather PVC, twiddling and tickling his dick with her long nails… Everynoon, Terri and Lexie, Stu's accounting clerk, would bind him to the desk andstrip to their undies, pulling and prodding his erection till he wept in frustration!Nadia, Stu's executive secretary would breathe in his ear as she pinched hisnipple " Simone wants you to come, baby…you can right after we'redone with that nasty little job! Let's not lag on getting the electriciansin there!"

And Stuart would be right back out at one-thirty in the afternoon, hisfrustrated cock writhing in his drawers like an anaconda, as he screamed atthe men to finish the damned job. "Let's go, people!" By the endof July, a full two weeks before the completion deadline, the West Beach Hospitaland Clinic was done!

And Stuart was hoping that his reward would be later,but my God, hiswife might well give it to him now, with all the poking and stroking of hiscock under the table..."I'm so proud of you, darling" Simone whispered,her Obession perfume enveloping Stu's head.


Jack Wilson leaned back. It had been quite a three days since his arrivalat the Island. He felt quite odd wearing a tux; they'd told him to bring onejust in case, but much of the time he'd been here he'd either been in shortsand a T-shirt or naked. Slaves didn't even wear bathing suits, they just swamin the nude, though of course he went around dressed. He'd spent a great dealof time with different members of his "team"—four beautiful girls whokept popping in and out of his bungalow, tying him down and trying to makehim beg louder and louder for a cum that never came.

 Now, Maurissa, Cindy's assistant and one of Jack's favorite team members,had decided to bring him out for the night for this weird get together involvingthe dedication of the hospital. "It just seems like such an odd way to be spendingour time." Jack had said to Maurissa.  "I mean, I can go to banquets backhome, you know?" Maurissa   just giggled and told him something interestingmight happen. They happened to be sitting at a table about three feet awayfrom Stuart Kendall, who was apparently one of the guests of honor at thisshindig. Kendall had apparently designed and built the hospital. He was withone hot broad, too…she looked like  Victoria Principal from the "Dallas" showshe'd watched as a kid.

It was the weirdest thing; Stuart Kendall's beautiful companion seemed tobe moving her hand around under the table and he was taking these quick intakesof breath. Maurissa noticed Jack staring and her tousled head shook in a seaof giggles. "Whatchoo think they doin' Wilsie?" Maurissa was a beautiful combinationof African American, American Indian and Japanese, and her nickname givingwas a holdover from her lively days in the Watts ghetto. She had called heruncle Wilsie…his full sobriquet was Woodrow Wilson Weston Williamson,so when Maurissa learned Jack's surname she felt she was back home again. Ahandjob? Jack looked at Maurissa again, astonished, and they both laughed. "An'Stuart look like his pipes way backed up too." Maurissa observed. "She makethat boy crazy!"

It was true Stuart's face was contorting back and forth as the Victoria Principallookalike, who Maurissa said was Stu's wife, kept moving her hand back andforth under the table. Then M. Fulbright Penopskott, the founder of Tease Islandactually called for Stuart to go up and get an award…he had been goingon and on about Stuart's abilities as a builder. And clearly, here was Stuart,bending over and zipping himself up. "See Wilsie, Stu's having a time of ittrying to get his thing back in his pants" whispered Maurissa. "See how he'skind of holding his handkerchief in front of his crotch so no one will seehow that thang is bulging down there? Simone, that evil girl done a numberon that pitiful  cat." she lay a dark hand on Jack Wilson's crotch andhis penis jumped as well...and of course Maurissa laughed.

"and completed the specifications a week before deadline. " M. Fulbrightwas saying happily. "May I present you with the golden Sceptre, our honor foremployees who've done a great job!" Massive applause ensued as Stuart acceptedthe golden rod, which Jack Wilson thought was a bit tacky. Stuart's speechwasn't much better. Jack could always tell the masculine mathematical engineeringtalk. "And I'm real proud of the whole team" Stuart Kendall was saying, "includingmy office staff. Terri and the other girls were real supportive" A group ofhot women waved at him. "And of course my wife Simone, who was so helpful."

As Stuart made it back to the table, amid applause, Simone held her handup as she stood. "M Fulbright, do you mind if I say a word?" She stood up infront of her astonished husband and took the microphone. "I am so proud ofmy husband as well, and wanted the group to know that he really sweated bloodover this project." Jack couldn't take his eyes off Simone's chest. Her breastslooked as if they might be filled with helium, and could take off at any moment,out of the dress and around the ceiling.

"And I promised Stuart a reward…you know how behavior modificationworks, girls?" All the women in the room laughed and applauded. Stuart Kendall'sruddy face seemed to turn opaque. "And—"Simone turned to Stu, who hadgrabbed her shoulder.

 "Honey, not here. We can—" Simone shook her head, smiling. "Darlingthis is Tease Island…we have no secrets…as I was saying, allof you know that although many of the maintenance men and carpenters and electricianson the teams that Stu supervised are normal boys with regular appetites—Godknows I've satisfied a few of them!" Some rough looking men that Jack had seenworking on the building when driving by clapped. Jesus, Jack thought. Theyaren't even wearing tuxes! Most had very homely suits on. Real blue collartypes. "But Stu and I met as client and therapist…and so I tease thisboy!"

Simone glided her long nails across Stuart's crotch and he moaned. His facewas beet red from humiliation,but he couldn't ignore the stroke. "And so, aftermonths of the girls in his office teasing him, and me teasing him…Stuiebegan to beg quite a bit for some release…and I told him if he couldfinish the building on time or earlier, he would get his release…andtonight is the night. Do you want to see his reward?" Stuart's eyes openedand he began mouthing NO NO NO.

"What's that honey?" Simone looked a bit shocked. "You don't want to cum?" Simonelooked over at M. Fulbright. "M., darling, when is the next building—whatis it?" "The Tease Island Square=Dancing Hall." Supplied M. Fulbright. "Yes,when is that scheduled to be done?" Simone's eyes batted and everyone laughed. "It'sa long one. We are counting on Stuart! He is starting on it tomorrow and itmight not be finished for eighteen months." M. Fulbright replied.

Simone turned to Stuart. "You don't want to cum, sweetie? You won't be eligiblefor another orgasm—" Simone counted on her fingers. "That's a long time,honey. I mean, you might get to squirt nine months from now, when the plansare complete,but you know I'm real strict." Stuart whispered, but all couldhear "I thought I could do it in private." Simone laughed. "No, no…weare all so proud of you! You shall share your reward with us all, or—" hervoice grew steely-"not at all." Simone turned to the audience. "Do we needsome encouragement?"

Glenda, Stuart's receptionist and Terri, his office assistant, began a chant,and it began roaring around the room. "GO STUART GO, GO STUART GO! " Everyonelaughed as a few tears came down Stuart's bronzed cheek. His chin fell. Simoneheld up her hand for silence.

"Honey, if you really want to preserve your dignity, we can wait ten monthsor so…but—" she squeezed Stuart's crotch again. "that'll be alot of teasing and frustration!" Jack watched, astonished as the huge man lookeddown at his small,curvy brunette wife and sighed deeply. Then he began undoinghis bow tie. Within moments, Stuart had neatly folded his tuxedo and  placedit on the table, and was standing naked in a room of formally dressed people—menin suits, and ladies in gowns. His face was crimson, but his penis stood straightout. Jack noticed that it was dripping with precum. Stuart looked quite ashamed,but Simone began idly playing with Stuart's cock as she spoke to the room. "Areyou ready for some fun, folks?"