Male Milked to Keep Him Chaste
Augusta invited Freddie to live with her. For this privilege he pledged obedience. He would respect and defer to her judgment.
Freddie had few illusions. He believed women the superior gender. Augusta awed him. He blessed the day he met her.
They sat next to each other on the subway. Freddie held a paper sack. It ripped. A book felt out and into Augusta’s lap.
It was Claudia Varrin’s The Art of Sensual Female Dominance.
Freddie, a shy young man, blushed easily. Shame made his cheeks glow. The woman would be shocked by the title. Thinking him a pervert, she would stare at him with disgust. Maybe she would shout to the other passengers.
Augusta glanced at the cover. Turning to Freddie, she smiled. “It isn’t a bad book for a novice,” she said.
Freddie froze. When he opened his lips but only a garbled stammer came out.
She laughed. A soft, gentle laugh. She was amused but not cruel. Augusta admonished Freddie to calm himself.
She questioned him. Augusta told him more than he said. He was a virgin. In the conventional sense. And, perhaps more importantly, he had never served a woman.
Both left the subway at the same exit. Augusta told Freddie to stop and have coffee with her. In the small, intimate coffee shop, she ordered for both. He assumption of authority thrilled Freddie.
They talked for a long time. Augusta said the most words. She was not annoyed with Freddie’s comparative silence. It was best he listen and not waste time.
She ordered him to give her his phone number. She did not reciprocate. Resisting this superwoman was unimaginable
Freddie was to not make evening plans. He must wait for her call. She might call tomorrow. Or a month hence.
This was his chance. She would begin testing his obedience to orders.
He waited two weeks. Freddie’s phone rang about midnight. Augusta told him to buy a half-gallon of Breyers vanilla ice cream and deliver it to a certain address.
After he knocked on the door, Augusta opened it. She took the ice cream. Without thanking Freddie, she closed the door.
He ran a couple of other late night errands. She never acknowledged his service. He felt used. Also, he felt thrilled. Freddie had no illusions: Augusta would always be obeyed.
She began ordering him to clean her house. Freddie washed dishes, did the laundry, moved the lawn. Augusta remained aloof.
One Saturday she yelled at Freddie. She said he was doing a sloppy job. She ordered him to drop his pants and bend over a chair. This was the last test.
Augusta spanked him with a cane. He wept. He was elated. Freddie could not resolve his confused emotions.
He pulled up his pants. Augusta returned the cane to an umbrella stand filled with corporal punishment implements.
August shocked him. She kissed Freddie on the cheek, called him “good boy.” He broke into fresh tears.
Pushing him down to the couch, she sat beside Freddie. He had obeyed every order though there was no reward. Not once had he whined. She was pleased.
He had a genuine need to serve a woman. Deep inside himself Freddie had an instinctive understanding that being allowed to serve is a reward in itself. He knew his place.
Augusta invited Freddie to move in and become her slave boyfriend and houseboy. She warned him. She would be a strict Mistress. He would receive daily maintenance spankings. Wayward or wicked behavior would be punished.
A female supremacist, Augusta believed that male sexuality must be controlled. Freddie would not masturbate or have any form erotic stimulation without permission.
Augusta demanded he do this without the help of MCD. Wearing a chastity cage is not submissive. His submission must supply will power.
Freddie admitted he might be too weak to obey without help. Augusta said she would help him stay chaste.
She started milking Freddie twice daily. She teased him, then forced him to ejaculate without pleasure. He spurted on his own body. He felt so ashamed.
Freddie has pleased Augusta. She has a reward. She has bought a MCD. Soon he will be locked up.
Ruined orgasms will remain a steady part of Freddie life. Augusta never tires of watching her slave boyfriend blush with shame.