Literotic asexstories – The Perfect Beginning Ch. 16 by KimberlyGirl,KimberlyGirl
This is the 4th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.
What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Without words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it’s all just mechanics and honestly, that’s not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don’t need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now…yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.
The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels’s spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.
Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.
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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.
A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.
* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.
* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.
* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume “blockers” which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.
* Often young people will begin to “date” around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.
* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.
All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children’s clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children’s clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.
Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.
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Late in echelon 19, Becky told Tim she was not going away for college. Instead, she was going to teach fitness classes and work for Donna. She explained how she just wanted to take a little time off from school; she’d go back of course.
Tim was surprised but did not think much of it. Either way they got to hang out and Michele allowed them more time together. They’d go shopping or get coffee or find some other excuse to hang out three or four times a week. They were besties.
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As Tim became more hormonal, Becky noticed he was becoming more agitated and moody.
“God, Kimmy, stop being so bitchy! What’s gotten into you?”
Tim explained to her how he thought not cuming might be making him more moody. Of course the envious part of Becky thought Kimberly was just bragging, but she also knew how hard that must be on him and was empathetic. Becky simply came to understand that they’d be two girlfriends who sometimes got moody together. No big deal as long as they kept each other from getting carried away.
In a strange way, Tim and Becky were two peas in a pod. They were besties. “We’ll get through this together,” said Becky. “We’ll always be sisters.”
Comments like these often caught Tim of guard. He was still, and would always be a dude. He was a guy with a girl as his best friend. She’d say something about them being girlfriends and he’d smile and roll his eyes. Of course he knew why she’d think of him this way because plenty of other times he was fully Kimberly who loved her gorgeous, and wiser older sister.
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Sister Ann was 600 years old and had taken her solemn vows only two years previously. Michele and her mother had known, respected and grown to love Sister Ann in the few years she’d been associated with their church, The Church of the Patriarch.
Worst case scenario, Michele would present this “masturbation dilemma” to Sister Ann and in the process, give Tim the most shameful hard-on of his life. She was pretty sure that at the least, her nun friend would be willing to talk to Tim about this.
Aside from being generally wonderful, Sister Ann was cool and had revealed a few things about herself that lead Michele and her mother to believe their favorite nun had not always walked the path of the righteous, yet they had not yet gotten to know Sister Ann intimately, or gotten to know her beyond the habit.
Beneath her habit she was a very tall, slim and attractive woman. Prior to her marriage with God and as a single woman she’d offered only the most subtle promise that had men and women asking her out almost daily. She had a way of wearing the most ordinary fashion just ever so slightly tight or short on her long and lithe frame.
Sister Ann sought to dedicate herself to God, but knew all along she’d have to bend a few of the rules in the process. Sister Ann was a Feminist and this was completely contrary to the church she was a part of.
Since coming to the church, Sister Ann knew she had to start at the top and enslaved the Bishop who oversaw the parish and lived in the same compound, as well as the head nun, a slightly older and extremely prominent woman whom she used sexually on a regular basis.
Soon she had all the priests and nuns under her influence. The nuns were converted to her way of thinking and the priests became sexually enslaved and soon became converts to Sister Ann’s highly sexualized version of the Continuant faith. In private, inside the walls of the church, she was now Mother Ann and was seen by all as the leader of the church.
Within the Young Continuant teen organization, which she founded, she converted the two oldest and prettiest girls to her spiritual vision. She was pleased with the excitement she met from the young ladies. It almost seemed they’d been waiting for Sister Ann. Next, she’d began seducing, dominating and using a very handsome older boy she’d found and began “counseling” in the youth group she ran. Soon, each girl in the Y. C. would have her own boy. Sister Ann had big plans for the Church.
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As Michele and Donna mingled after mass, Tim remained behind the two ladies never forgetting to be seen and not heard and to speak only when spoken to. He was a boy along side women who required him to know his place especially in public.
Michele spotted Sister Ann across the crowd, excused herself and made her way to the nun.
Sister Ann was always impressed by how mature and direct Michele was, and quickly became even more so as Michele shared with her, in the most direct way, the issue with her boyfriend’s chronic masturbation problem and Michele’s response to it. Intrigued, she ushered Michele into a private room to discuss it at length.
After ten minutes, word came to Donna to head on home with Tim as Michele would be driven home by none other than the Bishop himself, later in the day.
The ladies talked animatedly for hours. Sister Ann arranged a home meeting with the two as part of her Young Continuant outreach.
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Tim had no idea she was coming over and was certainly surprised to meet a nun at the door. He knew this to be Sister Ann as he’d been within the periphery of her presence on several occasions.
Though he’d never been formally introduced to her, on at least a half a dozen occasions he’d stood well behind Michele and Donna as they engaged Sister Ann before or after mass. He understood well not to draw attention to himself and he was summarily ignored. Tim hated church but since moving in, Michele required him to attend every Sunday with she and her mother.
Sister Ann was tall and she was pretty. Not in any kind of exotic way. She possessed and used to good effect, a perfectly symmetrical face with a high forehead and cheekbones, wide set eyes, prominent jaw and chin and perfect skin. She looked proudly nordic. At six, two, her height alone put most men on their heels, and she was very comfortable with their general attraction. It was even more fun when they struggled between their attraction and her relationship with God.
“Hello, little boy.”
“Ummm, hi….” Just then, having to look up at this imposing woman, Tim felt like a little boy.
“I’m Sister Ann. I’m here to see your Better.”
Tim’s head swam, “My Better?” Her bearing and deep voice spoke of power and Tim was once more unsettled by this woman. Tim did not know Sister Ann and did not appreciate her immediate, condescending regard.
“Little one, I’m here to meet with you and your Better, your Master,” Sister Ann said with a pleasant smile as she brushed past the boy.
My Master?
Obviously Michele had revealed what to this woman what Tim thought should be private. His stomach sank.
Just then, Michele came in the room and soon after pleasantries, the two got the meeting under way.
Immediately, Tim was totally offset, knocked back on his heels by this woman. It was not just what she’d said to him and how she’d spoken. This was a woman of significant power and profound gravity. He could feel a spiritual pulse coming from her and all but see a radiant aura about her.
Though fully covered, there was an unmistakable sensuality about her movement, facial expression and vocal intonation that captivated the boy from minute one. She demonstrated the sort of charisma which only comes from the confidence of the true believer and mixed it well with the obvious confidence and sure bearing of a dog or animal trainer.
Physically perfect in a completely non-exotic way, she was exquisitely yet somehow subtly sexual as well as spiritual and obviously superior. Nobody, not even the Pape could dismiss this woman.
“Are you a baptized Continuant, Tim?”
“Uh, yes,” Tim answered in puzzlement.
“Good. When was the last time you confessed, young man?”
“Umm, I don’t…I’m not sure. It’s been a long time.”
His reply was met with a closed mouth smile.
Tim had seen just such a smile on Michele’s face countless times and it somehow married disappointment and pleasure. It was as though she was happy to be disappointed with him.
It suggested that Sister Ann was a fixer and liked to put things and maybe boys, in order “I see. You’ve not taken your faith seriously.” Smiling more broadly, “Well now, I think we’d better get to it.”
Tim got the impression that this woman meant for him to do a confession then and there, but the idea flew in the face of the entire ceremony.
“Now Tim, I’d like you on your knees here.” She indicated a spot on the carpet in front of the couch.
Not sure what to do, he looked at Michele, but her look told him he’d better do as the Sister suggested. Reluctantly, he got to his knees and the two women sat down before him.
“You will begin with, ‘Forgive me Mother, for I have sinned…’ and then you will confess your sins to Michele and me. You will tell us all of it, you will bare your soul. For instance, I know you are a pervert in the extreme, who preyed on Michele when she was only a girl. Perhaps this would be a good place to begin.”
This was not fair! Tim did not prey upon Michele, they’d simply fallen in love!
Yet Tim knew this response all too well. How many times had Michele put him in the impossible position, forced him to accept the most shameful premise? She’d will him to accept a falsehood that with extreme psycho-drama, arousal and punishment, warped his perception such that although he was able to maintain the premise as a literal falsehood, he came to see the necessity of accepting a sort of spiritual truth to Michele’s assertion.
Tim felt his cock stirring in his Kitties and it did not go unnoticed by the ladies.
“Well, well now, you are a naughty one, aren’t you, little boy?”
Tim felt his face go deep crimson as he discovered a new low, a new sense of perversion and shame. Tim was getting hard for a Continuant nun.
With a brief smile, “Before we begin, I think we need to adjust your clothing. Arms up.” Tim complied as would a 7 year old boy being stripped by his mother. She lifted his T-shirt, stood him up before her and removed his Dolphin Shorts.
This was a position Tim knew well as it was a ceremony that proceeded all of his spankings. He was well accustomed to the sensation of exposure, yet it did little to comfort him. He knew not to put his hands in front of his Kitties, least he invite further correction.
Sister Ann laughed casually, seductively as she sat before the shamefaced boy. “Here you are, before an agent of God, and you can’t help yourself. You are so consumed by sinful lust, if not for those lovely undies, your pretty, little cocklet would be pointing right at me. I see the the Devil, she has you as she pleases.”
Never had Tim felt so disappointed with himself while so aroused. He was shaking before this pious woman.
Ann had intended to strip the boy naked but was so impressed by his undies, thinking he looked so sexy, that she thought it best to keep him this way as she had him kneel once more. Smiling broadly, she put her arm around Michele in a warm embrace,
This girl is wonderful and seems to truly understand God’s will.
The two women smiled warmly and knowingly at one another.
“Proceed.”
“Forgive…forgive me Mother, for I have sinned.”
“Confess, tell us of your sins. Start with how you lusted for Michele. She was only, what was it…one hundred twenty something?”
“I began babysitting Michele some time ago…when she was…I think one hundred twenty three.” Though he knew he had only innocent intentions and if anything it was Michele who initiated their romance, this simple statement already sounded so damning even to him.
“But I did not do anything to Michele. It was not like that. Not at all.”
“Remember where you are, little boy. Were you attracted to Michele?”
He remembered well how they came together and felt an immediate spike of guilt. He remembered lusting for her little body, eyes always on her beautiful, bubble bottom, staring at her face and dreaming about her liking him.
It was so much more than her face and cute body, it was her personality. In fact, he would not allow himself to appreciate her physical beauty until he recognized her spiritual and emotional radiance. It was her strength that drew him in.
After that, there was nothing in the world left for him. His face burned red, “Yes, but I didn’t… I behaved myself. I did not lay a hand on her.”
With smug and casual certitude, “But did you touch yourself? Did you lay a hand on you? When you began babysitting pretty, young Michele, did you start touching your little baby dick? Hmmm?”
He felt the entirety of his soul sink through the floor with the weight of his guilt. His face was nearly on fire.
God, how does she know?
“I did not… Yes, but… I never touched her. I never tried to get her to do anything. I had the best intentions.”
“Oh I’m sure you did! You had only the most innocent of intentions as you began fantasizing over this pretty, young and innocent girl. You were approaching two hundred, and you were in charge!” she said with contempt. “She was your responsibility and you betrayed your charge for lust. You betrayed Michele as you began to desire her tight, little body. And you betrayed God with this carnal sin.”
Tim’s head spun.
Is it true? Is that how it happened?
He knew she was right. He remembered the vague sense of guilt he experienced when he masturbated while thinking of Michele. He remembered how he just blocked it from his mind, simply and conveniently dismissing his sense of guilt.
“Michele saw right through you, little boy. She realized you were nothing but a perverted child in the body of a man. She ascended. She assumed the position of authority. Her ascension was natural and unavoidable.
“Your journey and your place beneath her is as God wills it.
“It was just fortunate for her and you that she was positioned to take control of the situation. She became your babysitter. You needed minding. She recognized and harnessed your desire to keep you both safe. Is this not true?”
“Yes,” he whispered in shame.
But is this fair?
“There are many other sins to answer for and in time, we will get to them, but right now I’d like to get to your dirty little masturbation addiction. Little boy, your need to play with yourself is beyond your control and it is extremely naughty. And you’ve been doing it since the beginning haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
But I’ve stopped! I don’t do it anymore!
“Do you know why it is a sin?”
“Umm, because God does not want me to?”
“Yes, God does not want you to. Did you know that all your seed belongs to God?”
As Tim understood Continuantism, it seemed this had the ring of truth to it. He knew it had something to do with the idea of it only being acceptable to use it for procreation. “Ah, yes,” he said accepting Sister Ann’s statement of fact.
“Good. Did you know God is a woman?”
Michele smiled warmly at the idea. It had never occurred to her, nor to Tim by the look on his face. Michele had always heard statements that referred to God in masculine terms which caused her to feel God with a male energy. That never sat well with her. This new idea however, was beautiful!
“I uh, well, I didn’t actually, but…”
“God is the Creator and women are creators. God is a woman.”
Sister Ann wanted the confession to focus on Tim’s dirty, little habit. The “confession” sounded much more like an interview than anything else. Sister Ann wanted the darkest details of the boy’s sins. And after each confession of desire or venial deed, she followed up with some sort of question prompting Tim to admit he knew it was wrong to do as he did and to feel as he did. She wanted him to know he was willfully sinning and accept the full weight of his due guilt.
“Michele, I can’t tell you how important it is that you’ve been spanking Tim as you have, and might even suggest you do it a little more often.”
Back to Tim, “The boy is out of control of his actions, so you see it’s for his own good. He needs constant guidance and boundaries.
“As depraved as your desire for Michele is, little boy, you could not have been luckier to have been allowed into her life. Try as you might to stray from God, She continues to guide you. Michele is now your Good Shepard.”
Now you will show your contrition young man. Over my knee.”
Tim stood, but before she was to guide him over her knee, she stopped. This was perhaps her favorite part. Slowly and with great pleasure, she began to lower the boy’s underwear. First a couple of inches in the back and then gently running her fingertips under the elastic waist band to the front. As ever, the elastic waist band of the Kitties hooked behind the head of his erection. Stretched as they were, they would not come down without unhooking them. Sister Ann had no intention of doing so.
Michele had done this to him once some time ago and the result was the same: he looked both perverse and ridiculous. His Kitties were pulled down just below his bottom in the back, yet hooked and held up to his waist in the front by his pulsing cock.
And with an expression that spoke of mock surprise, “Oh my goodness, is your little penis still hard?”
Once more, the boy felt a spike of shame as he, almost against his will, looked down to see what he knew was there but so did not want to look at nor contemplate. It’s not like he did not know it was there. It actually hurt a little as it was bent slightly at the root. His massive erection was once more caught at the tip and held down and in check by the thin, yet strong elastic waistband of his pink string-bikini panties.
He cursed himself for looking as in doing so, his shame was magnified. He hated having such a small penis and hated it all the more that one more woman looked down and laughed at his obvious inadequacy.
I’ll always be just a boy, a weak little panty-boy.
Tim wanted to die.
“He always does that Sister. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Well I should say so! Some part of you wants this don’t you, boy?”
Turning once more to Michele “As embarrassing as it is, a part of him knows he deserves this, needs this…desires this.”
Looking back up at the standing boy, she relished the look of total despair on his handsome young face. “It’s clear you are frightened, but you want this spanking, don’t you naughty boy?”
“Y…yes!” whispered the visibly shaking young man.
“Here we go now,” and he allowed himself to be guided over Sister Ann’s knee.
Much as he was the first few times Michele spanked him, he was again in a sort of daze, unable to totally accept what was happening to him. Unable to accept what he was allowing to happen to him.
I’m an adult man! I should be able to stop this!
His semi-disassociative state did not last long however.
Sister Ann produced a small, leather paddle from within her habit and took it to his ripe, pert bottom. As the pain built, Tim was forced to confront his situation: he was accepting a highly sexualized, Continuant spanking of contrition from a beautiful nun. It hurt but his cock was as hard as it had ever been.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“You are a naughty boy, Timmy. You are a bad little one. Bad boy.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“You have been caught by your Master playing with her property. This baby-dick has been claimed by Michele.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“Did you ask for permission? Hmmmm?” she prompted with a warm tone and one of her many, and very brief closed mouth smiles.
“No! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Oh my God it hurts!”
“Good,” she said warmly. “It needs to hurt. It needs to burn. Can you feel it burn, little boy?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“Oooooh God yes! It burns! Please stop!”
“Wonderful,” she said kindly. “I’m so glad we are getting through to you.
“Young man, you have the sticky fingers of the self abuser. You have been sneaking into God’s cookie jar and stealing what does not belong to you. You have been doing it for years now.
“I am so glad we are here for you as you will need to be spanked for the rest of you life. You have no control of yourself and left alone, you’d go right back to it…even though you know it is wrong. You want this spanking because you feel guilty. Am I correct?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“Owwwwwww! Yes!” he said out of breath yet with great urgency. “But, please … oh my god, please stop!”
“Michele owns your little cocklet and God owns your seed. Together they will harness your cocklet and regulate your milking. No…” Spank “…more…” Spank “…touchies!” Spank
Pausing, Sister Ann looked to Michele, “You know it is often said we are to ‘hate the sin but love the sinner,’ I say, ‘love the sinner and love the spanking.’
“Michele I know you sometimes feel so uncomfortable spanking your boy. You know he is a pervert and spanking makes his little penis hard.”
Tim desperately wished she’d stop making size references to his penis.
“All that said, you are his Master and therefore his primary authority figure. Discipline and guidance is a big responsibility. Once you accept that this is what he needs and it is good for him, in fact wholesome, you might come to enjoy it as I do.
“When I spank a boy, my body tingles all over and I feel God’s warmth all over my blessed body.
“God wants you to do this for him. Once you take this as part of your faith and belief in God, you might just come to love spanking your boy. It would not feel so exquisite to spank him if it were not helping him. God the Mother makes this such an enjoyable experience for us ladies, because it is so good for him and is just what he needs. We shall not spare the rod, Michele. Be joyous in this.”
Michele smiled brightly at the beautiful nun as she went back to spanking Tim’s reddening bottom. “I know Ann. I actually have come a long way with this. It was weird in the beginning, but I know what you are talking about and have really begun to appreciate and enjoy it too. Sometimes it really does feel wholesome and loving…and I have to admit, pretty fun.”
Back to Tim, “You have a very naughty bottom and I shall spank it soundly for you, little boy.” She went back to spanking Tim yet she was much softer now. She’d made her point and was just enjoying the eroticism of it all.
Michele was deeply moved by the entire event. Though she’d rather spank Tim herself, she thrilled at watching him spanked by this imperious, deeply spiritual woman. She was breathing deeply and felt highly aroused and never more spiritually in tune with God the Mother.
This is super hot!
Sister Ann never felt more spiritually awake and at one with the Mother than when carrying out Her will in some sort of sexual ceremony. She’d not felt this good since Sister Mary licked her to orgasm that morning before mass.
She loved spanking the boy, was overjoyed by the feel of his big, panty sheathed erection poking into her leg and experienced rapture with his moans, whimpers and his begging of she and God for forgiveness. Sister Ann experienced no less than three small orgasms while doing God’s blessed work.
Tim was on the verge of cuming when the spanking abruptly stopped.
She stood the boy before her, slowly raised and smoothed his panties, and and while gently squeezing his hard cock through his panties said, “I absolve you of your sins, in the name of the Mother, Daughter and Holy Spirit.
“Now, I’ve a very special, spiritual aid for you Michele.” Sister Ann said as she continued to firmly squeeze the boys erection through the panties. “I know if used liberally, you will help your little boy here.”
Sister Ann presented Michele with a small box. Within was some sort of hard plastic contraption that baffled the two young people.
Sister Ann asked Michele to produce an ice-pack. “From now on, I want you to think of Michele as God’s agent here on earth. She is God’s proxy and Holy Daughter. From now on, you will think of her as your Higher Power here on earth.
“Each night you will pray to Michele. You will strive to think of new ways in which you can serve Her, give yourself to Her. In your prayers, you will ask Her for guidance. In your prayers, you will ask Her for insight and thank Michele for watching over you. In your prayers, you will ask Her for discipline and forgiveness for failings. God will work through Michele and in this way, Michele will become your Temporal Goddess.”
Michele pulse squeezed her thighs together, her pretty, little pussy was getting hotter and wetter. The idea of Tim kneeling at the side of her bed, just like a little boy, praying out loud to her, his Goddess, was mind blowing.
Imagine him praying to me just like a bent knee, little boy and then kissing me between the legs, letting him worship me. Literally worship me…as his God! Oh my god!
Michele had to control her body to keep it from shaking with the mini-orgasm that came over her just then.
“What we are now engaged in is an extremely sacred event. In many ways, it is comparable to one’s first consumption.” Looking at Tim, “The pain and sacrifice you will now experience at Michele’s discretion should be considered by you as a valued and sacred gift given by Michele, your Higher Power as well as to God the Mother; regard it as an honor.
“In those moments of suffering you are sure to endure, you should feel a sense of gratitude and tempered pride. Of course you are not to think more highly of yourself, rather, you should feel good about yourself because you know you are doing the right thing.
She lowered Tim’s Kitties and instructed him to hold the ice pack over his “boyhood.” Once flaccid, she began fitting the sectional device over Tim’s cock and balls while she explained that it was a chastity device and its function.
All three were exceptionally aroused at this point. Of course Tim could not produce an erection, but he was no less excited.
Though still deeply embarrassed by his sexually submissive nature, he’d come to recognized it as fact. Though deeply shameful, he liked that she was taking control of him, stripping him and handling him intimately. He thrilled at being objectified. It’s where he derived his self worth, it’s how he knew he was important. He’d even come to accept that he got off on humiliation.
And then he saw what was really happening, and he saw the future, and once more, he was in emotional free fall.
Oh my god, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! My god, it’s a little penis prison! How simple! How perfect!
Michele looked on with an expression that was equal parts disbelief and rapture. The young woman’s whole body tingled with excitement.
Instantly, she thought back to the early days, when she first realized she could have Tim as her boyfriend, realizing she was stronger than him and that she could control and possess him if she wanted, their first kiss, their first “kiss,” the first time she spanked Tim, making him cry, learning to slap him, when he first said he loved her, Tim eating her bottom. In a flash she thought of all these times and knew this was just as exciting and wonderful.
Sister Ann threaded a small pad lock through a pin that held it all in place.
Oh my god, it locks! Of course it locks! Not a prison without a lock.
At last, Michele knew she could truly possess Tim with an even greater sense of physical ownership.
Until now, Tim had been standing before them as they sat on the couch.
“Kneel.”
Never before had Tim heard so much superiority in a single utterance. Both Michele and Tim were captivated by the beauty and confident purpose of this imposing woman.
Sister Ann seemed other worldly and projected a confident assurance of power akin to a sixteenth century, European queen. As Tim sunk to his knees, Sister Ann pulled from beneath her neckline, the cruceflux she wore on a chain.
“You consent to having your boyhood locked at the hand of God, do you not?” Her expression told the boy that she already knew his response.
“Y…yes Ma’am.” Tim felt dizzy.
What was happening? Moments ago, he was enjoying a fine Sunday afternoon cleaning Ms. Michele’s and Ms. Donna’s bathroom, and now he was having his penis locked away in a cage of some sort.
Chastity belts, weren’t they made for women during the Pursuits? And then he heard Michele’s imaginary voice respond, Of course they were, Kimberly-girl.
“Michele, there are some among us who will never grow into manhood.
“If you accept, you are taking on a serious responsibility. If ever you give your boy to another, you will have to give her the key and with it, the responsibility of raising this boy in accordance to God’s will. Do you accept this sacred responsibility?”
“Oh yes, I do accept this responsibility,” Michele said hungrily.
“Boy, you may now ask my young Sister, your Goddess, to take ownership of your penis, your body and your mind. You may now ask your Superior, with the blessing of God the Mother, to lock your boyhood for you.”
“But she…she already owns it,” came his shameful admission.
“Splendid, we will simply sanctify this exchange, bless it in the eyes of God.”
Looking to his Master, “Ms. Michele, uh…with the blessing of…of God the Mother, will you please lock my…my boy…boyhood? If yes, then I want to give it to you as your permanent possession.” Really getting into it now, “I want you to know and hopefully take comfort in the fact that I want you to always own it. I want you to own me. You are my Master and my Goddess; please own me.” He got the last word out in a cracked whisper. He felt as though he were about to faint and was too dazed to weep.
“Michele, you may now secure the lock.”
As far as Michele was concerned, she might as well have said to her, “You may now kiss the bride.” Michele reached down and felt her spirit soar as she heard and felt the lock snap closed.
With that click, she once more experienced a small orgasm as she squeezed her legs together.
She looked to Sister Ann and the two smiled at one another and embraced. Pulling away, Michele felt close to tears of joy when she noticed at least a dozen small keys attached to the same chain from which Sister Ann’s creceflux hung.
Michele could not help herself, “Sister Ann, have you done this to many men?”
“Oh no. In fact, I’ve never done this to a man. No man, no real man would allow anybody to lock his cock away.”
Michele smiled at the naked boy before them as Sister Ann continued to look down her pretty nose at him.
Oh my god, I allowed this! Why?
He knew why.
“Only a boy would allow this. Isn’t that right, little boy?”
Tim really was on the verge of fainting. “Yes, yes, Sister Ann.” With these humiliating words and the effects of the cold compress wearing off, Tim felt his penis attempt to erect.
And then he realized how deep in he was: his penis could not get fully hard and could never extend while wearing this wicked device. The shape of the cage directed his penis to bend downward facing. Even his penis looked now like a kneeling supplicant.
In fact, with his swelling, he experienced growing pain from the short cone shaped plastic spikes pressing into the root of his penis. With the realization came all the more emotional stimulation that caused him further sexual stimulation and the resulting pressure would have been enough to bring him to his knees had he not already been kneeling.
And then the tears did come. These were the emotional times.
“Before I go on, take note. Look at him now. Look at his face. Do you see it?”
Michele saw an entire landscape of expression on Tim’s face. She saw confusion and then fear and then pain and then all of them at once.
“His little penis is trying to get hard and he is feeling the spikes.” Now Sister Ann looked truly pleased. Smiling broadly and freely, “This really is one of my most favorite things ever. I love that it’s really hurting him now.
“Does it hurt, boy? Tell Ms. Michele” she said happily and as though speaking to a small boy.
Michele was intrigued as she saw his eyes go wide with dismay.
“Yes…oh my god, it really hurts.” It had just been a few minutes since he’d had a pretty hard bottom warming and he could not even feel his red ass as his cock was in acute pain. “Please…please take it off!”
Maintaining her pleasure, “Here, stand up before us.”
Tim rose slowly to his feet and found he could not quite stand up straight. He bent slightly at the waist with his ass sticking out. He was trying to alleviate the sharp pressure on his cock and the only way to do so was to look like a cripple. He wanted desperately to go back to his knees.
Back to Michele’s line of questioning, “No Michele, a real man would never allow anybody to put one of these special little tools on his cock. Cocks are powerful, wild things. Sometimes they receive privileges…depending on the relationship, of course.
“Only boys, only boys with small penises, boys who can’t control themselves, only weak willed, sticky fingered, little boys would ever allow this to befall them. Boys submit to authority because they can’t control themselves. These boys know on some level that they need this. A boy like this needs to look up to a superior woman, a Goddess like you. He knows he needs guidance. Without you, he’d be lost and he knows it.
“Michele, the chastity device can be used to help keep your little one from playing with himself, but also for punishment. Release can be seen as a reward.
“He will want out of it,” she said with a warm smile. “I’d keep him in it more often than not. If he’s good, you might consider removing it while he sleeps but always secure his hands.
“One thing’s for sure, he will never cheat on you because he is now incapable.
“For health reasons, he will need to be milked on occasion. I do not recommend that you do so more than once every two weeks. And if you like, I’d be happy to return in two weeks and I’ll share with you, some of my favorite milking techniques.
“Milking a boy can be such a wonderful experience. I think you will come of love it. And I know he will. We can even make him moo like a good boycow which I guarantee will make you laugh with delight”
Michele did come to love it.
*
Sister Ann returned two weeks later and shared. She returned two weeks later and shared again. And again she returned two weeks later. Michele had no idea it could be so much fun to make little Timmy cum. With Sister Ann’s help and a bit of trial and error, Michele developed a few of choice methods for milking her boy.
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