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by Dr. Jane Foxx
Edith Harger is determined to exact revenge on the miscreant who attempted to force himself on her niece, and she knows just who it was. Together with five friends, she lays a trap for the offender, whose unlikely name is Peter La Cock. To find himself held prisoner by the five dominant women who find it highly amusing to cause him constant pain and humiliation would be bad enough, but Peter discovers that he is to be forced to read out letters written to the lovely ladies by submissive men for whom being abused by such powerful, sadistic women would be a dream rather than the nightmare it is for Peter. Worse still, he learns that his torment is to continue until he has made the required attitude adjustment. Or longer.
Published: 5 / 2013 No. words: 31900
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Fem Dom – F/M, Sex Slavery / Training
Much later, after I had assumed Miss Harger had taken full advantage of Wun Hung Lo’s offer to bring her to orgasm, the two women appeared in my presence once again. I remember seeing Edith Harger looking rather appreciatively at Lo while patting the front of her own skirt and saying, rather softly, “You were absolutely wonderful, darling, as always.”
“I’m delighted you approve,” Lo replied, with a smile and, of course, I took that to mean the two women had engaged in some very satisfying sexual activity during the preceding hour or so.
But now, the two of them had turned their full attention back toward my restrained, prostrate figure, and I heard Edith Harger saying, “Let’s wake the bastard up, IF he’s actually sleeping. I get the impression he’s been playing possum.”
After that declaration, very suddenly a full container of cold water was rather unceremoniously, splashed into my face. Consequently, it left me sputtering loudly and gasping for air.
“It’s time for you to wake, La Cock,” I heard Lo telling me. She did it with kind of a sadistic lilt to her voice, as if she enjoyed bringing me to consciousness in that rude, crude manner.
I guess I should pause to indicate how I was maneuvered off the table into a standing position. My hands were restrained over my head, with my hips thrust forward a bit, ankles separated, so that my cock and balls were clearly on full view, so to speak. This made it fairly easy for Edith Harger to step forward to grasp at my vulnerable display of masculinity again, much as she had done earlier. Frankly, I think the lady seemed to have an affinity for providing such treatment and, as time under her domination progressed, I got the distinct impression the same woman had often accomplished this sort of startling practice with countless other men many times previously.
In truth, in her grasping, the lady nearly lifted me off my feet. It was shockingly painful, and I think that was exactly the kind of result the dominant lady wanted to inflict on me.
“Now, La Cock,” Edith Harger exclaimed as she twisted my masculine flesh to the extreme right, “it has been decided that you will not lose your filthy prick, or your nuts – at least for the time being. The ladies assigned to this FEMDOM group will each be able to note if there has been any progress in your general deportment while you remain here under our excellent care.”
While the woman Harger was speaking, her punishing hand did NOT stay still. I must say, she kept altering the applied pressure, sometimes with unexpected twisting, and plenty of wicked squeezes from which there was no possible means of escape. Indeed, my hips were forced to follow along with every one of her sudden hand movements, and each was accompanied by moans and sudden groans originating from deep within me. This was how Miss Harger chose to conduct her questions and lectures, just to insure I was paying strict attention.
Of course, I wanted to ask how long I was to remain under her “excellent care”, but I chose to remain as silent as possible. I think it was a wise decision on my part. Accordingly, a few minutes later after one final vigorous yank on my male apparatus, her flexing hand finally came away and, inwardly, I was greatly relieved.
The next thing I knew, I was being maneuvered into position to sit and to watch an extended series of adult sex tapes. And if someone reading this dissertation thinks I ever had even a remote chance of escaping from these dominant women, well, just forget about that! In addition to my restraints, they had a cattle prod available all the time. So, if I even thought of making one serious move to save myself from this wretched predicament, I knew I would have been knocked right on my ass! There was no doubt it. I could hear that damned prod crackling whenever one of them placed it very near my ear, and I knew that would mean utter disaster for me.
Anyway, on the monitor screen there were various pairs of handsome men and several beautiful women all busily engaged in some of the wildest sexual extravaganzas anyone could ever imagine. Those were the sorts of ongoing programs I was assigned to begin watching.
What this did, of course, was to wake my erotic system, putting it on full alert. That meant I soon had an unscheduled erection going, and there did not seem to be anything I could do about it. I mean, it was rather embarrassing to have it happening right there in front of those smiling but dispassionate women. That was the game they were playing, all for my benefit.
Understand that they were not interested in me as a man! All they wanted to see was my hard cock literally up and straining to be like the men who were consorting with the women on the screen. But, of course, there was nothing I could do to help myself. All I could do was to continue to suffer as the couples kept on and on with their complete sexual euphoria. What an insidious torment it all was!
Obviously, the women in charge were getting a huge kick out of seeing me filled with so much sexual anxiety. I could hardly stand the tormenting situation and, of course, with my wrists bound I was unable to touch my cock, even if I wanted to. Yet, my erection was soon dripping and drooling to the sights and sounds being flagrantly displayed by the men and women on the screen.
Honestly, it got to a point where I believed my balls were going to explode all by themselves! That group of vengeful women, of course, would have gotten a huge charge out of seeing that happen!
