Not long after they met and started dating this woman had the man in a dress. Having a natural aptitude for submission he quickly became her submissive sissy.
And he quickly accepted being spanked as fit between a male weakling and a strong woman. Besides he really was always at fault. He needed a woman’s discipline to help him curb bad habits and overcome his carelessness and laziness.
Wife Humiliates Her Husband With Help of a Girlfriend
Me and Buffy, my wife, were home and my sister-in-law Kruella was over to spend the evening. We were watching television, flicking through the channels, when we hit a fighting show, some kind of martial art. Kruella asked me if we could watch it and I obliged her and left the station on. She was really getting into it, acknowleging certain blows and strikes. I said “tough girl, how long have you been taking judjitsu”. She replied “long enough to kick your ass”. Kruella was 28 years old and about 5’5″ 115 lbs. “come on Kruella, do you really think you could kick my ass, your a skinny girl”.
Kruella looked me right in the eye
“Yes, I know I could not only kick your ass, I could make you kiss my ass three times in less than 10 minutes”.
“You will make me kiss yor ass, yea right”.
She stood up and lifted her shirt exposing her shapely spandex covered ass, and pointed to her ass.
“I can make you kiss me right here, three times, and I’ll bet on it. she yanked the spandex up her crack and said “I don’t mean I can make you kiss my cheeks, I can make you kiss my spandex covered asshole.”
My wife Buffy joined in
“Go for it tough guy, I’d love to see you smooch her ass you faggot, got any balls.”
I looked at her and asked her,
“How much you want to bet”? Buffy looked at me
“I don’t want money, If I make you kiss my ass three times in less than ten minutes, you have to be your wifes slave and my slave till 2:00am. You have to serve both of us in any way we ask, anything goes, you must grovel at are feet, ass etc. anything, even be our toilet.”
I looked at her in shock
“be your toilet, what do you mean?”
She giggled “Exactly what I said, Be our toilet, drink our piss, eat our shit. Did you ever eat your wifes shit?”
I looked up at her in amazement
“Can’t say that I did, and what are you going to put up?” Buffy opened her purse and whipped out her wallet and took out money. Ten, hundred dollar bills.
“Thats one thousand dollars, faggot, still afraid of a 115 lb. girl?”
This was getting hard to resist, all I had to do was avoid her for 10 minutes and the grand was mine.
She looked at me
“I’m serios about the money and what you have to do, if you agree and loose, I hope you realize what you will have to do.” I stood up “Ten minutes, thats all right”. She smiled “Yes three asshole kisses in ten minutes or less and we win, other than that you win.” I was confident when I saw the money “Lets do it, Iwin its one thousand, you win, I am your slave and Buffy’s slave up to the point of being your toilet till 2:00am.”
We entered the living room, to start the match. I looked at the clock it was 8:15. I told her at 8:16 we start and at 8:26 give me my money. The clock creeped close to 8:16, she looked so confident it scared me, My heart raced. 8:16 she attacked me like an animal, It seemed like she had her strategy plotted out. Before I knew it I was on my back with my legs over my head. She was facing my feet with her knees straddeling my head and all her weight over my arms. She actually started to laugh, “Its all over, save youself punishment and smooch my ass”. Her ass was right on top of my face, and I was helpless, but I refused to smooch her crack. She leaned back and put her crack on my nose. Buffy stood up and shouted “Kiss her ass you faggot, smooch her butthole, then your slavery begins at both of our assholes.”
Kruella now laughing out loud
“Kiss it three times or I’ll punch your balls.”
The position she was in made it impossible to block a punch. My wife stood up and said,
“Punch him Kruella, I want to see him on his knees for us”.
Kruella grabbed my balls and squeezed, I was in an awfull predicament. Kruella leaned back and farted in my face. “Thats just an appetizer, I’ll give you one more chance to kiss three times”. I still refused. My wife said, “Punch his balls in, make him smooch, I have to pee”. Kruella whaled on my balls three times, the pain was unreal, I had no choice. She lifted her crack one inch above my face ” Raise your head and kiss my ass hole three times or else” The pain was to intense, I pressed my lips between her crack and kissed once. She hit me again “Two more times slave”. My wife was excited “Kiss it, kiss it now and become our slave.” Kruella grabed my balls one more time and I conceded. I pressed my lips between her crack and gently kissed her spandex covered hole two more times. I lost, I would have to serve both of them. Both of them acted as if they won the lottery, I was completely humiliated. Kruella sat back one more time on my face and farted on my nose. “I definately think I have to go to the bathroom soon”. The slavery was about to begin, I could not believe I lost. > >
After the two stopped celebrating, they both stood there and looked at me, Kruella said, “Look Buffy, look at him, twenty minutes ago he was your husband and a man, Now he is our fucking slave, our servant, our groveling pig and especially our toilet.” My wife joined in “I always wondered what it would be like to use a mans mouth, as my toilet, and today I will find out. I feel a bowel movement sometime soon”. Kruella looked at me “how did it feel on your back when I sat on your face and farted and you couldn’t do a dam thing about it, but sniff it and kiss my ass”. I told her
“I can’t believe you beat me and made me kiss your ass, I am in shock, I also can’t believe what I have to do”. Kruella said
” you lost the bet and now its time to pay up, get on your knees”.
I kneeled down before the both of them. My wife removed the loose pair of warmup pants, she had on and she was wearing spandex also. Kruella lokked at Buffy
“Aren’t those the same tights you had on in the gym this afternoon”.
Yes, same ones, Why”
“I thought you would change after that crazy workout and the fact that it was 90 degrees today, but it turned out good because our slave might like the taste of sweat on our bodies”. Just then Buffy yelled “Slave come here and press your face between my cheeks.” I went over to her on my knees and inserted my nose in her behind, seconds later she farted in my face.
“Sniff that fart, slave, accept my gift”.
I inhaled deeply, and this was a first, I never before had intentionally smelled my wifes farts. Both laughed in my face as
I inhaled. Kruella sat on the couch and said “Its time for our slave to pay hommege to our tired sweaty feet.” Buffy joined in
“I agree ,time to grovel slave”.
They both got comfortable on the couch and told me to kneel before them. I got down on my knees in front of them. Kruella said “Kiss your wifes sneakers, bow your head and kiss her gym shoes”. I lowered my head to the floor and smooched her sneakers again and again. My wife now said, “Do the same to my sisters shoes”. Kruella was wearing a plain flat leather shoe with bare feet. I bowed down and kissed her shoes. Kruella looked down at me
“This is the way you should always greet me, on your knees and at my feet, Slave go get us two beers, then get back to my feet”.
I ran to the kitchen and got two beers, came back and handed the beer to them, and got back on my knees. “Good boy”, Kruella said, “Now pick up my leg and clean the bottom of my shoe”. I lifed her leg and dragged my tongue on the shoe she walked in the streets with. She sipped on her beer and smiled in my pathetic face “Did I step in anything today? no, you better check the other foot”. I changed feet and began licking the other sole.
“Your so obedient, now go and clean the bottom of you wifes sneaker”.
I repeated the entire process.
“Let a little girl beat you up” Buffy said, “Your a weak faggot, a little sissy, she yelled as she stood up in fron of me.
“Kiss my ass faggot, kiss your wifes ass”. I gently kissed my wifes ass all over, both cheeks, her crack etc. Kruella was giggling at the sight of this. Now my wife sat down again and barked “Take off my sneakers, you need to find out how hard I worked out”. I untied the laces and removed her right sneaker. “Sniff my toes through the sock”. Her right leg was crossed over and elevated, I pressed my nose to the very moist white sox and sniffed. Both broke out laughing as I sniffed at the base of her toes. Her toes had a sour cheesy smell to them. “Take of the sock and really get into it”. I peeled the sock off and once again began sniffing her toes. “I love the look of you on your knees sniffing my sweaty toes, like that aroma,
Ask me if you can taste my toes, beg to lick my feet”. I looked up at her “Please Buffy, may I lick your pretty toes”. They laughed and Kruella said “Make him do it better, Make him put his hands together like he’s praying and beg you to lick”. “You heard her slave beg to lick my toes”. I put my hands together and asked her over and over if I may lick her toes, and inbetween each request I kissed the top of her foot. “You may clean my toes with you tongue.” I lowered my head and licked her sweaty toes. “Make sure you get that sock lint out and all the toecheese.” I slipped my humiliated tongue in between my wifes dirty feet as the two laughed and ragged on me. “Now my other foot”. The whole process one more time. Now it was my sister-in-laws turn. Kruella stood up and told me to get on my back. She made me untie her leather shoe and take it off and then stepped on my face with her bare foot. Her feet had a stronger smell than my wives and she held it there and made me sniff out loud. Out of nowhere she squatted down and let another fart rip on my nose “I want to hear you sniff, sniff my sweaty ass”. Her ass did have a funky smell and the fart was potent also. She ground her crack back and forth on my nose and said “Now I know where to come if my ass itches”. she finally stood up and told me to stick my tongue out. Then she ran her foot across my tongue from heel to toe, as if I were a door mat. She made me remove her other shoe and smell the base of her toes.
“Open your mouth and suck my big toe”.
I opened and she stuck it in, and I sucked.
“Keep your mouth open wide” as she squatted down on my face and positioned her asshole over my mouth. A moment passed , then her fart passed right in my mouth. It was muffeled and the two of them started laughing like crazy. My wife stood up
“First she beats you up, now you eat her fartgas, what a pathetic speciman of a man.
” Kruella looks at me”Get up, go over to your wife and lick her armpits. Buffy puts her hands behind her head, exposing her pits and says “Yes slaveboy, tongue my pits clean, it was hot today.” I lower my head and lick my wifes pits. “Bet it tastes good, I’m next, Kruella said. I walk over to Kruella, she lifts her arms and pushes my head to her armpit for cleaning.
“That beer went right through me”, Buffy says “I have to take a leak toilet boy, get on your back”. My wife looks right at me and points to my mouth “I’m going to piss right in your mouth and you have to drink it, on your back”. Buffy removed her spandex and squatted over my face. Kruella got in close for a good look at the human toilet. Buffy sent a hot stream of piss im my mouth, I gulped her salty gift as fast as I could. It was very strong and acidic, sort of burned mu throat a little.
When she was done she looked down at me “How did it taste toilet, wait till you have to eat, that will realy be the show.”
Kruella went to the kitchen and got a glass. She pulled her spandex halfway down and held the large glass under cunt. She giggled in my face , right before she started to urinate, then she filled the glass, and put it on the table. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face to the glass.”Smell my golden wine, I made for you.” My nose was an inch from the piss and I inhaled the urine stench to satisfy her. “Dip your tongue in the piss and taste it, who’s piss tastes better.” I dipped my tongue in the liquid waste and sampled its flavor, it was much less acidic than my wifes piss. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a straw. “Drink it with this straw, you can taste it better and you can’t gulp it. I drank Kruellas piss.
When I finished,Kruella got me down on my knees, at her ass. She pulled her spandex half way down and pulled her cheeks apart “I hope you don’t get offended Buffy, that your faggot husband is about to eat my ass, because this is where this faggot belongs, on his knees licking my asshole.” To my suprise, my wife says “I don’t care what you do, I was just going to suggest that he give us both head, he is good at that.” A smile came to Kruellas face “Thats the best idea all day, your little faggot hubby eating me out till I come. She removed her spandex and sat on a tall barstool we had. Her feet were on the stool seat also, which exposed everything, her asshole and cunt. “On your knees boy, kneel at my vagina”. I Went down in front of her bush, My wife came over and said “Eat my sister out, start on her clit and do it good”. Kruella interupted “I’d rather him start on my asshole, There is somthing about a man on his knees licking my ass that sets me off.” No problem Kruella, Slave, eat my sisters asshole, rim that thing”. I moved in close to the chair and touched the tip of my tongue to her puckered ass. She obviously liked it and I began licking harder and faster. Eventually I sucked her cunt, starting on top with the clit, then separating her lips with my tongue sucking on each lip. It took about ten minutes and she came like a wild woman in my face. While she recovered I was ordered to eat my wife and as usuall she came also. While the two relaxed they ordered me to make them coffee. My wife told me very bluntly, “Coffee makes me shit, and I can’t wait to use your moth as my bowl.”
Both sat bottomless in the living room sipping their coffee. Kruella called me over to massage her asshole with my tongue.
After about twenty minutes my wife smiled “I think its time toilet boy, I feel a log on the move” A minute later “OH its time, get on your back.” My wife stood over me and laughed. My heart started to race in anticipation. “This is ultimate humiliation, The ultimate worship of one to another is willingly devouring the others shit, Oh it feels like a load. Buffy squatted over my mouth and mouned as the feces got closer to her anus. My wifes anus started to dilate “Here it comes toilet boy”. Kruella moved in for a closer look of the act. As her anus dilated I could see the head of the log, slowly emerge. ” Hubby its time to eat my shit, open that mouth”. She squatted down lower, directly over my toilet mouth. The log was about an inch in diameter as it slid from her bung hole. It started to dangle and shake and I guess she sensed it was going to break and squatted to a point where she could direct it in my mouth. Once the head of the log was in she lowered her ass to me breaking off the log in my mouth. She turned to watch me eat it. It was on the hard side so I had to chew it. Both of them looked at me in amazement as I chewed and ate it. MY wife turned her ass to me again and sat down I my mouth, centering her anus. “Suck the next one out as I push it in”. I created a suction against her anus with my lips and sucked out another three inch turd and ate it. She squatted once again and pulled her cheeks apart
“Now lick it clean you faggot shiteater”. I stuck my tongue up her ass and licked away any residual shit that was left.
Kruella began hinting that she had to go but was going to do somthing different. Kruella went in the kitchen and got a plate and put the plate on my chest. Now Kruella straddled my body, squatting over the plate and began to concentrate. Her cheeks spread and her ass began to open. She emptied her colon on the plate, depositing three, three inch logs. She squatted over my face “Rim my hole clean servant”. I lapped her entire crack and her asshole, cleaning it well. “Now its time to eat, get on your knees”. She removed the plate and put it on the coffee table.
“Here’s the fork Kruella, feed it to our slave.” Both were starring at me as Kruella pearced the turd with the fork and held it to my nose. “Smell my shit, sniff the log slave.” I sniffed at the repulsive bodily waste. “Open your mouth”. I opened my mouth and both watched carfully. Kruella stuck the turd in my mouth. “Chew it you pathetic shiteater, eat my stinking log.” Kruellas shit was much softer and easier to swallow. Then she stuck in piece Number two and I ate it. Now My wife came up with her own idea and told Kruella and both agreed. My wife went upstais and came down in a pair of pumps. Buffy stepped her heel on the log, it broke in half, but the one half stayed on the heel. She lifted it up to my mouth as Kruella said, “Eat my shit off you wifes heel”. I opened up and she stuck it in and I sucked the shit off the heel. Both were in tears they were laughing so hard. My wife now stepped the sole of the pump in the shit smearing it all over the bottom. She slowly lifted the pump to my mouth and said “Clean my sisters shit of the bottom of my pump, with your tongue. Ask Kruella if you can lick her shit.” “Kruella may I clean your shit off the bottom of my wifes shoe.” Kruella stood up and said “Sure after you kiss my asshole”. I pushed Kruellas cheeks apart and planted a big wet gentil kiss on her sphincter. My wife still held the shoe up and I went over to it and licked the squashed feces off the pump. The two rehashed what they just made me do for about a half hour and both fell assleep. My servatude was over but my memory of this humiliation will never go away.
To say I was surprised to see her again would be an understatement. It was out and out shock to see the first woman who introduced me to the dark world of submission. My heart pounded as I stood in the crowd of donors waiting to shake hands with the celebrities sponsoring the worthwhile charity in which we all supported. I had been awarded the honor of representing my firm for my hard work and now it seemed to be more to the reward than I ever expected. She hadn’t spotted me yet but I knew that she would if she continued to stand behind the celebrities. All I could hope for is that the celebrity would send her on an errand or she needed to take a break.
Staring at her, I felt my submissiveness to her return. Though her height was only 5’2, she would always wear the most expensive, fashionable, pair of shoes the raise her height to 5’5 or taller. The smart business suit she wore was tailored to show off the hard body beneath. A smile crossed my face as I realized that she was wearing her favorite lingerie: a black lace thong with a matching bra. I knew this because of the thigh high stockings she wore. When working at a high profile event, she always wore the most expensive lingerie. She had often remarked to me that it gave her an edge when dealing with a troublesome celebrity or promoting a big event. Best of all, she was wearing her makeup to perfection: Not too heavy, not too light. The only noticeable change was that her hair was cut shorter. I guess she had gotten tired of waiting for her hair to dry or she needed the time saved to make her commute every morning.
Kalinda always ran late in the morning.
My date pulled at my arm to make me close the gap that had formed in the line. I felt uncomfortable but Mia, my girlfriend for the last six months, would be disappointed if I pulled us out of line. Mia had been waiting to meet the actor of her favorite show. She often said how much the two of us resembled each other, but I never saw it. We did have the same nose and hair, but that hardly made us twins. Despite the long line, Mia was going to at least get her picture taken with him, which is one of the reasons why I was with her, and at least a hug. I could tell that she was excited in more ways than one by the meeting and that I would be rewarded when we got back to my apartment with a night of great sex.
As the line inched along, I pictured my self naked, wearing only a collar around my neck as well as that of those in line. I shook my head to clear myself of such thoughts. The mere presence of Kalinda was affecting me. It was just like the old days when I was interning at the same movie studio that Kalinda worked. That’s how we met, or I should say, where she spotted me. I was eager to please skinny Junior from college who was planning for a career in the entertainment field. Despite the internship having a reputation of being high stress, which turned out to be the opposite, it was a highly sought position and I had felt fortunate to have made it. My mentor was one of the old time bosses who didn’t revel in the chance to abuse the interns. We got along wonderfully once he saw my work ethic. The job was like going to Disneyland. I got to run several packages and messages to shoots. I met many famous people and saw the magic of film making. Eventually, I learned that it was a stressful business and that most of the famous people were very human beings. My friends and family were impressed though, so I tried not to shatter their illusions.
While my job seemed to be the best, I quickly recognized that most of the executives were under enormous pressure. They were the worse ones to deal with because they took it out on the interns or their assistants. It wasn’t uncommon to see another intern in tears or cursing the existence of their bosses while performing a menial task. My mentor was taking a two-week vacation and I was sent to work in promotions until he got back. It was here that I met Kalinda or I should say, where she discovered me.
Kalinda wasn’t the boss in the department, but she was an ambitious up and comer. She worked hard and, as I was to discover, played hard. Everyone seemed to grudgingly respect her, but they didn’t seem to like her very much. My first encounter with her was a severe tongue lashing about proper procedure in her office. I stood there and took it somewhat stoically. After that, I became her go-to guy. Whenever she wanted something done, I was the first one she called. While I was attracted to her assertiveness and beauty, I never thought of pursuing a relationship. This didn’t stop me from fantasizing about Kalinda and masturbating to images of us having sex. She had a strong effect on me.
It all changed one day when she called me into her office the last day I was to return to my mentor to move a box to another office. The box was in the middle of the office right behind her desk which was against the wall. She swivelled around in her chair as I entered giving me a nice view of her crossed legs. “Pick up the box and take it over to post production.” I bent over and tried to lift the box. It was heavier than I expected. I repositioned myself so that my back was to Kalinda. Grabbing the box again, I bent my knees and prepared to lift the box. It was then that I heard Kalinda’s gasp. I turned around to see if there was something wrong only to see her legs had parted giving me a view of her thighs and that her face was slightly flushed. Our eyes locked on each other and I saw my lust reflected in her eyes. I wanted to say something, but instead, I turned back around and bent over again. I paused for a few unnecessary seconds before lifting the box and walking out the door.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but the scene kept replaying like the out takes of a movie in production. I saw what had happened from different angles. Something about me had turned her on and I knew that it was my bending over had triggered it. I felt myself getting aroused by the fact that I had made Kalinda, the demanding woman, horny. This made me feel satisfied on a deep level. My last day in her department was going to be left with me having aroused Kalinda. Too bad nothing was going to come of it, I thought.
The office manager called my desk and asked me if I could put in a few extra hours on my last day helping one of the promoters with a project. I thought about it. I hadn’t any plans and it was the last day, I might as well help them out one more time. Besides, my mentor impressed that it was better for people to owe you a favor than for you to owe them a favor. So I agreed. I was given an hour and half to get something to eat before reporting back to the office. I don’t eat much, so after eating a quick meal, I went home, showered, and changed clothes. The office was mostly deserted when I returned. The office manager had left an envelope on my desk with my name on it. I opened and read it. My heart skipped a beat as I reread the note. I was working with Kalinda.
I knocked on Kalinda’s open door. She spun around casually and smiled softly. “Close the door behind you.”
I pulled the door until it clicked shut. Since it was a working office, there were no extra chairs in Kalinda’s office so I was forced to stand. I shifted nervously while standing silently before her. I became uncomfortably aware of everything and that the office had shrunk in size with every second of silence. I was terrified of saying something wrong even though I didn’t know why. The amused look in her eyes undermined my confidence even more. She crossed her legs and let her shoe slip so that it was being held on by her toes.
“You are here to help me on a special project,” Kalinda informed me. I nodded in agreement, though I didn’t know why.
She stood up and looked up at me. “I’m not going to lie to you. You’ve been on my mind for sometime now. I have been watching you ever since you arrived on the lot and you make me wet.”
The word “wet” made my throat tightened.
“Does that make you uncomfortable? It shouldn’t. It’s a compliment.” She lifted her hand and stroked my cheek softly. “You should understand something before we begin. You are free to leave or say no if you are unable to continue. Just remember one thing, I am in charge of my relationships if you get my meaning. Do you understand?”
I nodded and said, “yeah.”
She didn’t smile, but I could tell that she approved. “Good. Now go to my desk and read the letter on my desk. If you agree then sign it, date it, and print the time. Or else, leave.”
I went over to the desk and bent over to read the letter which stated:
“I do so willingly and freely give myself over totally to Kalinda for the next 12 hours and promise to obey all commands given. I understand that I expect nothing in return nor am I coerced in anyway into signing this document.”
Below it was a place for my signature and time. It was vague, but I knew what I was agreeing to as I signed, dated, and printed the time. She picked up the paper and read it. Then she opened up her top drawer and placed in an envelope. “Wet your tongue and stick it out,” she commanded. This was harder than I thought for my mouth had gone dry, but I managed to find some saliva somewhere. I stuck out my tongue and she ran the flap along it leaving a glue taste in my mouth.
Kalinda sealed the envelope and placed it in her top drawer. “Now, take off all of your clothes for me. Be sure to fold them neatly and place them in front of the door.”
I hesitated. “Do it now or else leave.”
I did as she asked. Kalinda hand wrapped around my cock causing it to grow. The head was a deep purple and it throbbed within her, delicate, well-manicured hand. She pumped it slowly which caused me to moan. Then she let go of it.
“Isn’t my cock nice,” she stated as if I were some piece of furniture? She grabbed the tip and pinched it between her nails causing me to gasp. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes…your cock is nice,” I stammered. She released it and stepped away.
“Good. Don’t you ever forget that it is my cock not yours for the next twelve hours? I will do with it whatever I like so don’t expect anything. Now I want to play with it for a few more minutes. You are to hold still.”
Kalinda pulled, squeezed, rubbed, caressed, slapped and pinched my cock for the next fifteen minutes. Try as I may, I couldn’t stop from pulling away which caused her to yank and squeeze my balls which made me nauseous and ache. Her words cut through me like a hot poker. pre cum spurted unto her hand which she held up and made me lick off her hand. After I finished, she stepped away from me and stopped her assault.
“Now bend over my desk. I want to see that ass,” Kalinda ordered with a deep, flustered, voice.
I bent over. She sighed as her hand caressed it. I felt her other hand reach underneath and cup my balls. They felt heavy as the hand then grabbed my cock while the other hand tickled my anus. She slowly pressed her finger inside while pumping and stroking me. I soon found myself gasping and moaning as her finger worked its way deep inside. The arousal and pleasure were more intense than anything I could imagine, but at the same time, I felt humiliated as she took me like a man might take another man. The thought repulsed me. She must have sensed what I was thinking for she licked my ear and whispered, “It’s not fun to be my bitch, is it?”
“No… yes… I… ah…don’t know.” I replied.
She continued while I endured as best I could. The repulsion remained, but I wanted more. Finally she stopped after having snaked in two fingers.
“Remain there. Just like that,” she commanded.
The sound of a briefcase opening made me look around at a leather paddle she held in her hands. Kalinda saw this and immediately struck. “Eyes forward. And don’t you dare cum on my desk. Now count out loud and don’t forget to thank me for each one or we will start all over.”
“One. Thank you Kalinda.” I said immediately.
By the time Kalinda was done, we had restarted three times. I knew my ass was going to be back and blue. The heat from it was painful and she was proud of her handy work. Somehow, I managed not to come and had become semierect. There were tears streaking down my face before she finally stopped. Kalinda made me kneel and pulled me to her until I stopped crying. She wiped the tears away with a handkerchief and stepped away. Unfastening her skirt, I looked at her black lace G-string and thigh high stockings. She sat down in her chair and pulled the G-string down her legs, revealing her sex and the dark patch of pubic hair at the top. Then handed them to me. I took them in my hand and felt how wet they were. Kalinda rolled the chair over to me and looked down at me. “Now, I want you to do what I tell you.”
My face was between her thighs and I learned how she liked to be pleasured. I don’t know how long I spent there, but I didn’t stop until she pushed me away. She stroked me to fullness once again and then, which surprised me, gave me an intense blow job which brought me to the edge of orgasm. Then she stopped and stood up. My eyes devoured her well shaped and toned ass and legs as she reached into her case and pulled out what looked to be a jock strap. “Put these on,” she commanded. I stepped into them and pulled them up. It was difficult because of my arousal, but I managed to stuff it inside. She leaned over and attached a small padlock pulling out the key. She placed the key inside a 9-X 12 envelopes followed by the sealed envelope inside. Then sealed and addressed it to me.
“You are wearing a chastity belt. The key and the letter that you signed will be mailed and waiting on your desk tomorrow. I don’t want you to abuse my property until after six hours is up. You will bring the key back to me and I will set you free. Go home.”
After an uncomfortable night sleeping on my stomach, I arrived the next day and found the envelope waiting for me. I took the key immediately to Kalinda’s office where she made me wait outside. Acknowledging my presence, I followed her to the ladies’ bathroom. She put an “out of order” sign on the bathroom door and pulled me inside by my tie. Once there, she led me by my tie to a lounger and ordered me to remove my shoes and pants. Then she inspected her paddle handiwork before unlocking and sliding the chastity belt down. After stepping out of them, my cock sprung erect. Her lips wrapped around it and she proceeded to suck, lick, and stroke me to the most intense orgasm of my life. She kissed me and pushed my seed deep into my mouth with her tongue causing me to moan in surprise. I coughed after she broke off the kiss and spat a few times. Kalinda chuckled and told me to get dress. The rest of the day, I was a mess, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. Before I was through, an envelope arrived from Kalinda. Inside was a new contract with directions to her apartment. The time period was for the whole weekend.
Kalinda and I spent most of the summer playing. She introduced me to so much about me and scene that I fell in love. We did more than bdsm. We were conventional-boyfriend and girlfriend most of the time. By the time Fall semester came, I felt heartbroken to leave, but leave I did. We stayed in touch, but never really returned to our relationship. I went to Law School and that was the end. Upon graduation, I accepted a job with a medium Law firm back in L.A. Though we hooked back up for a celebration, Kalinda and I didn’t really try to renew our relationship. She joined with one of the big talent agencies and was involved with another by then. There was the annual Christmas card, but that was all.
Mia pulled on my arm and handed me her camera. The actor smiled and they hugged. Mia was quite giddy after they exchanged a few words. The actor nodded and winked at me as he answered a question about a future plot line. I smiled politely and dragged Mia away. We walked over to the table where our reserved seating was at. Mia and talked pleasantly when a familiar voice called my name. Turning, I saw it was Kalinda.
I got up and we hugged in the friendly, but not too friendly, fake Hollywood way.
“Can I steal him away for a few minutes,” she asked Mia?
Mia’s blue eyes flashed something of a warning before telling Kalinda okay. Kalinda led me to the bar.
“I like her. She’s cute.”
“Yeah. So do I.”
“Are you two serious?” Kalinda asked inquisitively.
“Serious enough,” I replied.
“You two play?”
“Not much. Usually she is the submissive one.”
Kalinda smiled and handed me her card.
“If you ever get lonely for the old days, call me.”
I took her card. “I don’t think so, but I will hold onto it.”
“You were the best one. I wanted you to know that.”
We looked at each other. I smiled and placed the card in my wallet.
“I don’t know if Mia and I are going to make it, but just in case it doesn’t, I will hold onto this.”
We returned arm in arm back to the reception room. Mia got jealous, but it didn’t last for more than five minutes. They warmed up to each other as Mia picked Kalinda’s brain about the actor. Eventually, Kalinda had to leave. Later, Mia picked my brain about Kalinda. I told her everything- -except my submission. It was a special secret that I didn’t want Mia to know until I was certain about how our relationship was going to develop. I knew that she didn’t have it in her to be a Domina, but I didn’t really miss being submissive to care. Kalinda had shown me about that side of me to last the rest of my life.
MY FIRST SUMMER AFTER HIGH SCHOOL I WAS A LIFE GUARD AT THE LOCAL COUNTY SWIMMING POOL. THIS SUMMER SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE EASIEST SUMMER OF MY LIFE, BUT INSTEAD IT WAS FILLED WITH EMBARRASSMENT.EVERYTHING FELL INTO PLACE FOR ME, MY GIRLFRIENDS ANT WAS THE POOL MANAGER AND MY GIRLFRIEND WAS THE SWIM TEAM CAPTAIN AND ALSO A LIFE GUARD. BEFORE I COULD BE A LIFEGUARD, I HAD TO BE CERTIFIED.TO GET MY CERTIFICATION I HAD TO GO THROUGH THE INNER CITY YMCA FOR THE CLASS. THE SHOWER ROOM WAS DREADED TERRITORY FOR ME AFTER EACH DAYS CLASS AND SWIM RISQUE TRAINING WHICH CONSISTED OF AN OUR IN THE POOL IF NOT TWO HOURS EVERY DAY DEPENDING ON HOW LONG THE CLASS ROOM SESSION LASTED. I WAS ALWAYS THE FIRST GUY IN AND THE FIRST GUY OUT OF THE SHOWERS EACH DAY AND TO DO SO I HAD TO SWIM MY LAPS FASTER THAN ALL THE OTHER GUYS. ONE UNFORTUNATE DAY WHEN I CAME INTO THE LOCKER ROOM I FOUND THAT MY FAVORITE CORNER SHOWER HEAD HAD BEEN REMOVED FOR REPAIRS SO THIS WOULD MEEN THAT I HAD TO SHOWER OFF IN THE OPEN ROOM AREA WERE EVERYONE COULD SEE ME. I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE IN THE NOOD BECAUSE OF THE SIZE OF MY MANHOOD, IT WAS USUALLY 2 TO 3 INCHES FLACCID BUT AFTER BEING IN THE POOL FOR ANY TIME AT ALL ESPECIALLY 2HOURS IT WAS HARDLY 0NE INCH, AND THIS DAY WAS NO EXCEPTION WITH LITTLE TIME REMAINING IN MY HAIR RINSING I HEARD 2 GUYS WITH DEEP VOICES LAUGHING AND TALKING LOUDLY. AFTER RINSING MY HAIR I SAW TWO FIGURES STANDING TALL, MAYBE SIX AND A HALF FEET TALL AND EACH ONES BODY SPOTTED WITH SOAP SUDS. HANGING BETWEEN BOTH THEIR LEGS WERE SEVEN OR EIGHT INCH PENISES EACH ONE WITH A BALL OF SOAP SUDS STUCK TO THE SIDE OF THE SHAFT, AS I LOOKED DOWNWARD IN THE ECHOES OF LAUGHTER I NOTICED THAT MY PACKAGE WAS COVERED WITH A SOAP SUD BALL ABOUT THAT SAME SIZE. IN HUMILIATION I RINSED THE SOAP OFF REVEALING MY SAVED MANHOOD ALL DRAWN UP LOOKING MUCH LIKE THREE SMALL BALLS MAKING UP MY ENTIRE PACKAGE. AFTER RINSING THE REST OF THE SOAP FROM MY EYES I COULD CLEARLY MAKE OUT THE IDENTITY OF THE TWO GUYS THEY WERE BOTH HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL STARS, WHO I HAD WATCHED PLAY WITH MY GIRL FRIEND AND HER BEST FRIEND WHO ATTENDED A LOCAL ALL GIRLS PREP SCHOOL. THE TWO GUYS PLAYED FOR AN ALL GUYS PREP SCHOOL. FROM THAT POINT ON I SUSPECTED THAT THIS MOMENT WOULD NOT BE LAUGHED AT IN THIS MOMENT ALONE BUT THAT IT WOULD SOMEHOW CHASE ME DOWN IN THE UP AND COMING SUMMER AND IN DEED IT DID. DESPITE MY SHAME OVER MY SMALL PACKAGE MY
GIRL FRIEND ORDERED ME TO JOIN THE SWIM TEAM AND SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE HAD ALREADY ORDERED ME A SWIMSUIT A PAIR OF SPEEDO’S. AT THE FIRST SWIM MEET THE TRUCK CAME OUT. THE DIVE TEEM HAD NEVER PRACTICED WITH US BEFORE SO I WAS SURPRISED WHEN I SAW THEM WEARING DIFFERENT COLORED SPEEDO’S FROM THAT OF MINE AND THE REST OF THE TEAM THEIRS WERE WHITE WITH NAVY BLUE SPEEDO LOGO’S WRITTEN ALL OVER THE FABRIC AND MINE WAS THE SAME EXCEPT FOR THE COLOR BABY BLUE INSTEAD OF NAVY. MUCH TO MY SURPRISE I SOON SAW THREE GUYS MY AGE WHO WERE ON THE SWIM TEAM ALSO WEARING THEIR SAME NAVY COLOR SPEEDO’S, I THEN LOOKED AROUND AND NOTICED THAT THE REST OF THE TEAM WEARING MY COLOR SUIT WERE THE YOUNG BOYS. SHOCKED BY THIS DIFFERENCE I FOUND ELIZABETH AND I ASKED HER WHAT WAS GOING ON AND SHE EXPLAINED TO ME THAT THE BOYS SIZES RAN IN BABY BLUE AND THAT THE MENS SIZES RAN IN NAVY, ABOUT THIS TIME THE TWO GUYS FROM THE YMCA WALKED UP BESIDE ME WEARING NAVY SPEEDO’S AND THEY WERE BOTH GREETED WITH HUGS FROM MY GIRLFRIEND AND HER BEST FRIEND AS THEY ROSE UP ON THEIR TIP TOES SO AS TO PRESS THEIR LARGE BREAST AGAINST THE RIB CAGE OF THE TWO BROTHERS, THEY WERE ALL 4 LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY.
It is Friday evening. I am at home, waiting for you. We live together, and the connection we share is a bit atypical in some respects, but it is close and intimate, and it works for us. Over the last two days, we have both been busy, and have not seen as much of each other as we usually do. But tonight, and for the rest of this weekend, we are both free, and you have made it clear to me that you are in a mood to take some advantage of the sexual power that you hold over me.
You wanted me to be home when you arrive around 7pm, and to meet you at the door, stripped and on my knees, and I do. You are happy to see me there, with my cock already hard with arousal… It has been 3 days since the last time you let me come, but it already seems like longer… I’m feeling such strong desire for you. You bend over and kiss me, and pinch one of my nipples hard. You see my cock pulsing with my heartbeat, but you don’t touch it.
Walking towards the bedroom, you tell me you’d like a glass of water, and I get it and bring it to you. I find you sitting on the bed, still dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. You motion for me to take off your shoes, which I do. While you drink your water, you casually tease my cock by lightly stroking it and stepping on it with your feet. My reaction is predictably responsive… I spend so much of my time hungry for stimulation, and hoping you’ll play with me… But then you stop, and simply rest your feet on my thighs. I sense that you are still a bit preoccupied, and unwinding from your day. Wanting to please and comfort you, I try caressing your feet and your legs lightly, while keeping an eye on your reactions. You sigh, close your eyes, and lay back on the bed. I take this as my cue to massage you for a while, starting with your feet, and then your calves. This usually helps you to relax.
After a time, you sit up again, then tell me to help you out of your jeans, and I do. Still partly dressed, you tell me to help you strap your new dildo on, and I do… I kneel in front of you, adjusting the straps and buckles expertly… I made this harness for you… Once it’s on, you grab my hair and pull me towards you, pushing the dildo in my face. You want to see me suck it, and I do.
A few minutes later I am tied, spread out, face down on the bed, with leather cuffs and ropes. You take a wooden paddle out of the drawer by the side of the bed and use it on me, giving me about 30 strokes. You like the idea of taking me anally while my ass is red and stinging, and my cock is hard with frustrated desire. Finally you put the paddle down, and move behind me on the bed. You penetrate me slowly, then begin moving in and out in a steady rhythm which gradually speeds up. While you’re fucking me, we both get more and more turned on, and I can feel your wetness dripping down on me. I moan with a mixture of some pleasure, some pain, some humiliation, and a lot of desire… After a while, I sense that you are about to come, but you slow down, and then stop and pull out. You tell me you’re not quite ready to come yet, as you unlock my wrists and ankles, and then tell me to turn over so that I’m lying on my back.
You unbuckle your harness and step out of it, and then remove your g- string before climbing back on the bed. You climb on top of me, straddling my chest. I see now for the first time that your pubic hair has been freshly shaved off. You know that I especially love going down on you when you are shaved, so this could be a special treat for me… one which I should be, and would be, very grateful for.
You reach behind you to hold my cock just for a moment, to make sure I’m as aroused as you want me to be, and you find me rock hard, desperately hard. I gasp involuntarily at your touch, but you let go after just a moment, and then slowly move forward, until your beautiful, shaved wetness is an inch from my mouth. Your scent intoxicates me as always, and I long to taste you, and touch you, but I am well-trained, and I know better. I need your permission for that, and you haven’t given it. My body tenses.
“Do you want it?” you ask.
“You know I do.” Every part of me wants every part of you.
You reach down and caress yourself with one hand. “Mmm, I’m so wet. It feels good.” For a while you play with yourself, and I then sense a climax building again.
“I’m close to coming now,” you say. “I don’t really need any help from you…”
“Please let me taste you,” I say.
“I’ll be happy to, but it’s going to cost you.”
“We can make love all night. But you’re going to do the work. You’re going to lick me, and touch me all over, and I’m going to come and come… and you’re not.”
“Of course, whatever you want,” I tell you. It sounds like torture, of course, but I want it intensely anyway. I love getting you off, touching you, tasting you.
Then you say, “But that’s not all. I want more. And I want you to tell me what price you’ll pay. What will you do for me, if I let you taste me tonight?”
You want to see what I will offer you, as a measure of my desire for you, and my submission to you. You know I’m deliriously turned on. I want you to be pleased. I want to come up with something that will impress you, turn you on, and prove how enslaved I am.
“OK,” I say, breathlessly, “For starters, you can tie me up when you’re done with me, and leave me bound all night, and I’ll have to sleep that way.”
“A nice idea,” you say, as you stroke yourself with two fingers, an inch from my face. “What else?”
“You can give me 40 hard strokes with a paddle before we go to sleep tonight… Or first thing in the morning if you like…”
“Why not both?”
“OK. Both. Eighty strokes… please… will that be enough?”
I’m looking up at your face now, and you give me a look that seems patient and loving, but expectant. “That’s all very nice,” you say, “But you can do better.”
We both know you can demand what you want, and I’ll do it. But you are giving me an opportunity to come up with things myself, to please you, and I don’t want to disappoint you.
“Time,” I say.
“You said I wouldn’t get to come tonight. But you can make it longer than that… a lot longer.”
“Yum,” you say. “How long did you have in mind?”
I am already so frustrated, and I am acutely aware that you can make even a few days seem like an eternity when you want to. But I want you to be happy…
“A week,” I say. “I don’t come for a week.”
“Mmm, that sounds good,” you say, still stroking yourself slowly. You close your eyes, and I notice you moving away from me just slightly… I can tell you like the idea, and you’re considering it. But I can also tell that you’re not really as impressed as I hoped you’d be. With my own head clearing slightly, I realize what you’re probably thinking… A week may seem like a long time, especially when I’ve already waited a few days, and I’m so unbelievably horny, high on sex, high on you. But a week is nevertheless fairly routine for us, so a total of ten days is not actually pushing the envelope very much.
You look as though you’re about to speak. I had been afraid you would say no, but now I’m more afraid you’ll say yes, without being as pleased as I hoped you would be.
“Wait,” I say. “I’m sorry… that’s not enough.” I pause for a moment. “I’ll give you two weeks, starting tonight. Please… You can make me wait two weeks before I come, and then only if I’ve been good, very good, in the meantime.”
“Mmmm, nice,” you say. You take a deep breath, and I know we’re getting somewhere now. I am much relieved to have done better, even as I feel the rush of combined fear and arousal at the prospect of what I’m about to get myself into.
“That doesn’t seem like too much to ask,” you say, “for letting you taste me, and serve me.” You move closer to me again, straddling my face, so that the object of my desire is almost touching me, and I can feel the heat of you on my lips. My body tenses again.
Then you pull away, move to one side of me, and gently push me to the foot of the bed. You prop up some pillows at the other end, and then lie back, making yourself comfortable. Looking into my eyes, you spread your legs. You know how beautiful you are to me, and how much power just the sight of you can have over me. You motion for me to come toward you, then grab my hair and pull me down between your legs, so that my head is resting on one thigh. Your warmth and wetness are so close again, it takes effort to contain my desire to taste, kiss, and caress you. I can tell you are very aroused too, but you are more relaxed.
Finally you speak again. “I’ll hold you to everything you promised. And I expect you to be good, and work hard for me, tonight, and for the next two weeks, or I’ll make you wait even longer. Understood?”
When I answer, it comes out as a whisper. “Yes.”
“Fine. That’s the deal, and if you’re ready you can seal it now, with a kiss.”
You know I will, and I do. You taste so good to me. You’re so wet, and obviously happy. I want you to come a thousand times tonight.
“Poor little thing, I know you must be sore but sometimes a girl just can’t help herself.”
Last night her boots had worked me over so thoroughly that it was a testimony to my will power that I’d managed to look physically able at work. Usually that was enough for a time. That I was tied and trussed like poultry meant she had the urge.
She sat beside me in a chair.
“This will be a new one for me. You’ve said you like long nails and that my fingers are so pretty. Aren’t you just a dear?”
Yeah, I liked her nails. But they were growing rapidly longer. She was applying those attachable artificial nails that you’d assume only Dracula’s daughter would really want.
All ten attached she looked over at me, smiled and sat beside my incarcerated body on the bed.
At first it was wonderful. The nails traveled gently across my flesh. I writhed in pleasure like a puppy.
It wasn’t long before she pressed harder. An arousing friction became a slightly painful, then really painful scratch.
“Don’t be such a sissy. I’m just getting warmed up.”
She grabbed one of my nipples, twisted, tightened and I tried to scream through the gag.
“Dear, dear, I’m just getting started. Save your applause.”
I’d say her progress was like a machine. But she was always so careful to vary things. Inch by inch I felt skin grabbed in tiny sharp claws, lifted up and let fall back. Sometimes quickly, others slowly. Some with a twist, some without.
She looked at me reproachfully. “If you really loved me you’d soundproof this room. I could enjoy the next step so much more if I knew no one but you and I would hear.”
Five sharp forceps clenched about my penis. Really it might’ve been two or ten. They dug in. My foreskin stretch forward then snapped back like a rubber band. We’d have needed lots of soundproofing to keep my response from being heard down the block.
You know, she is always a goddess to me. Reading, puttering about, whatever she does she is the sole focus of my affections and worship. Knowing that no matter what happens she’ll be there gets me through the days I’d just as soon lie down and forget about it all.
Worship has at least two connotations. Back in the days of courtly loved the men loved their ‘maiden faire.’ And while maidenhood is a quaint idea in the 21st century at best she’ll always be that for me. Since you are reading this blog you know there’s another kind. When you surrender to her as a divinity.
I enjoy both sides and don’t much worry about where one begins and the other ends. She is much more alive to the distinctions but I happily let her decide the emotional space for me. As a masculine man and a surrendered man I’m happy.
Let me put it in terms of feet. In bed on her back I may sit riveted by the shape of her ankles. (It could be the curve of her shoulders but won’t work for this example.) Or having given myself to her on one of those (for me too) rare evening when she wants that I discern every detail of each toe. Man or slave I’m a silly romantic and I’d shoot you if you tried to take it away from me.
When her mood is just so she lets me treat her as Goddess. The Goddess if you will. I only worship one.
Usually I find a note. What it says I shan’t share with you. But I understand.
On those nights I switch to a white t-shirt and shorts. Opening the door of the room I know she will be in I fall quietly to my hands and knees and crawl in. She is resting stretched out, relaxed.
I crawl over and light sticks of incense on each side of her, over to the stereo and press the play button to start the music she wishes to hear.
Then I crawl in front of her and bend until my forehead touches the floor and thank her for setting aside time for me to worship her. I hold myself there for a bit but if she says nothing I bend back up on my knees.
Her feet rest on a low cushioned stool. I caress, then lick each one in turn. In each action I strive to be slow and silent but not linger too long.
Taking an aromatic oil of her selection I gingerly massage it into her feet, between her toes and along her legs.
That done I put my head on the cushion between her feet to await her pleasure. This is the most intense period. I never know how long she will rest. Only a few minutes some time. Others long enough for my body to ache to move.
But it is the best of times. She may arise to be a sweet lover or a cruel owner. The uncertainty excites me, ministering to her satisfies me.
A few years ago, after several interviews, I finally got that good job I’d been seeking. The last step was to pass a pre-employment physical with the companies chosen doctor. The HR person gave me a sealed packet of forms to be completed and the name of the doctor to call. I was somewhat taken aback as the doctor’s name was obviously female, and that meant she’d likely have to see my teeny weenie, something that I tried to avoid happening. My teeny weenie measures just under four inches (ok, closer to 3 ½ inches) when fully erect while being very thin, less than 3 inches in girth. When flaccid it is not much more than a skinny little nub.
I called and made an appointment for in the afternoon three days later. I made sure I didn’t jerk off in between, so that at least I would be likely to show a swollen penis, better than a flaccid little nubbin if I needed to expose myself.
I arrived at the doctor’s office at the appointed time and it was obvious that I was to be the last patient for the day. In fact, I think they were staying late to accommodate me. The waiting room was empty except for me, and the receptionist locked the door behind me and turned the sign to show the office was closed. Within a few minutes an attractive, young medical assistant named Vicki came out and led me back to a rather spartan exam room, swinging the door most of the way closed, but still open a crack. She then told me to remove my clothes so she could get my vital statistics.
I removed my clothes except for my underwear. Looking rather impatient as she stood by the scale, she said, “C’mon. All of them.” Sheepishly I slid my underwear down, exposing my partially erect, yet shamefully small penis. I noticed a slight grin on her face as she told me to come over and get on the scale so she could measure my height and weight. She checked my weight (165 lbs.) then proceeded to check my height. As she raised the measuring arm she gave me a little pat on the ass as she said “Move forward a bit so it will reach.” Then looking at my little erection she added, “You have plenty of room.” By this time I was at my near 4 inch maximum length protruding straight out. After measuring my height (5’7”) I was told to have a seat on the exam table so my blood pressure and temperature could be checked. All was well.
Vicki then told me I needed to provide blood and urine samples. She pricked my finger and filled several small glass tubes with blood samples. As she handed me a plastic cup for urine she informed me that for chain of custody purposes she would need to witness me peeing into the cup. “Come with me,” she directed, opening the door and walking down the hallway. Naked, I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, grateful that no one saw. Holding the cup in my left hand, and my little erection between my right thumb and two fingers, I managed to squeeze a little urine through my hard penis, filling the cup about half way. As I handed the cup to Vicki she looked at the sample, looked down at my little erection, and said, “I guess it will have to do.”
My luck didn’t hold out on the return trip to the exam room. As I left the bathroom, there were the receptionist and two black ladies, apparently the cleaning crew, standing in the hallway. They both snickered as I covered up my penis and squeezed by.
Back in the exam room I was told to lie down on the table and that the doctor would be right in. I asked Vicki for a sheet to cover up and was told that this practice had stopped using such items to keep costs down.
A few minutes later, just as my erection was beginning to soften a little, in walked Doctor Karen Simpson, along with Vicki. Dr. Simpson was a tall, attractive, blond, probably in her mid forties. She shook my hand and introduced herself. Noticing that my little weenie was pointing straight up the doctor told Vicki that she should remain in the room.
As I laid there Dr. Simpson took the packet and told me there was a medical questionnaire to complete first, and then she would perform the physical exam. She walked around the room asking me various questions about my medical background. Eventually she reached the section regarding sexual history and practices.
“Ever have sex with a man?” she asked. Being honest I replied that a previous girlfriend used to make me perform oral sex on another one of her boyfriends. “I see,” was her nonchalant response. However, I was sure Vicki was trying to suppress laughter. And my little weenie was now beginning to throb. I began to wish I had jerked off before the appointment.
“Do you use condoms for protection when you have sexual intercourse?” was the next question. I hesitantly stammered out a, “Yes.” I’m pretty sure she left the questionnaire, when sensing my hesitation, the doctor asked, “Do you have any trouble finding condoms that will fit and stay on. You are quite a bit smaller than average.” Now I knew Vicki was stifling her laughter as she watched my little weenie pulse. I could only respond by saying that I’d found a shop that orders extra small condoms for me. “Good,” replied the doctor.
“Last question: Do you currently have a sex partner, and how often do you have sex? If not, how often do you masturbate?” I’m sure I was bright red as I related how I have a girlfriend, but she thinks I am too small. So mostly I provide her with oral sex. I masturbate once or twice a day normally. “I understand,” was the response. “And does she have other partners?” Sheepishly I answered, “Yes. She tells me she needs sex from someone who is more well-endowed.” She jotted down some notes, and mentioned that some additional blood tests were to be ordered.
“Ok. Let’s check you out now.”
She put on rubber gloves and gave the form to Vicki, so she could complete the paperwork as the doctor performed the exam. The doctor then began with the physical exam, poking, prodding and using her instruments. She checked my eyes, throat, heartbeat, breathing, reflexes and internal organs. She had me get up and demonstrate balance and coordination by standing on one foot with my arms extended, the touching my nose. Then, she checked flexibility by having me lean over and touch the ground. As I was bent over she gave me a little pat on the ass and said I could stand up.
Then came the part I was dreading. “I need to check your sexual organs.” I nervously nodded and stood there, hands at my side, as the doctor took my little erection in between her thumb and forefinger. “Obviously this works, in a sense,” she noted, “even if unfortunately for you it is a bit small.” She smiled as she gave it a couple of squeezes. I nodded my head in agreement, trying to think of anything I could to avoid squirting in her hand.
Dr. Simpson then took my ball sack in her right hand, manipulating them around. “Your testicles seem to be healthy, if a bit underdeveloped,” she noted. She went on, “Tell me, when you ejaculate, do you seem to ejaculate a normal amount. I mean compared to the guys your girlfriend made you perform oral sex on?”
By this point Vicki was almost openly laughing as she jotted down notes and avoided making eye contact with me. I could only reply with the truth. “No. I usually produce a smaller amount. Nothing like some of the other guys I’ve seen.”
“That’s what I thought. But don’t worry,” she told me. “Just because you are small doesn’t mean there are any health issues. You seem to have found ways to achieve sexual satisfaction despite your rather diminutive size.”
“We need to check a couple of more things. First let’s make sure you have no hernia problems.” With that she stood at my side and put her left hand between my ass cheeks, in the area between my ball sack and anal entrance. With her right hand she cupped my ball sack. She checked several areas, asking me to cough each time. I’m not sure if it was intentional but as she checked various areas her right forearm was applying pressure to my throbbing penis. I was panting and on the edge of cumming. By the time the hernia exam ended my little weenie had a drop of precum on the tip and I was involuntarily moving to and fro, as if fucking the air.
I was beginning to tremble, and my breathing was coming in short gasps. I was on the edge of orgasming. The doctor waited a few seconds for me to regain some sense of composure. “One last check is all. Then we will be done. I need to check your prostate.” I gasped and almost cried when Dr. Simpson put some lube on her right index finger. “Please climb back and lie down on the table,” which I did. “Now Vicki I will need your help here. Stand behind his head.” The doctor then lifted my legs and had Vicki pull them toward her so that my ass was in the air. “Keep your arms to your side and get ready. This might be a little uncomfortable,” she warned. Then her finger entered my ass.
That was it. I could take no more. I started shaking, rocking around and holding on to the edges of the table. Vicki strained to hold my legs still as I grunted and a wad of cum shot out of my little weenie onto my chest and face. The doctor also held on, keeping her grip on me and her finger in my ass until I settled down. “That’s ok,” she comforted me. “Let’s finish this exam. Vicky, when we are done please note in his record that he has an unusually strong anal stimulative response.”
I was still shaking as she removed her finger, utterly humiliated and babbling something about apologies. “It’s ok,” the doctor said. “You can get dressed now and clean yourself up.” She then left the room. Vicki stayed, finishing the paperwork and giggling as I dressed. Already totally humiliated and in a hurry I simply used my fingers to scoop the cum off me, then licked them clean.
Vicki then escorted me out, again patting me on the ass and quietly saying, “Thanks little guy. It was fun.” As I left she added, “You poor thing.” I hurriedly scooted out, hoping I still had the job.
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