Results of the New Arrangement

Imagine being released from your cruel Prince Albert chastity piercing, so you can have sex with all those delicious men and women!"

I flexed my muscles in the tank top which I knew always made Jules' eyes pop out and gave him a grin. "Do you really want to be over-dressed like that? I think your usual uniform would be more appropriate." Jules jumped up and down in his excitement. "Really, Master Tanner? Regular sex, and orgasms?"

He ran into the bedroom and came back out in his normal loin cloth. I could see the edge of the chastity piercing peeking out from under it. "Do you want to unlock my piercing now, Sir?" Jules asked in a trembling voice.

I smiled in a kind way. "No, not now, darling. Why don't we wait for the party to start." I winked at the ceiling. "Why don't you kneel on the Oriental rug as you always do, and just wait and see what happens, as I bring in the guests."

The first knock on the door came, and a couple I knew walked in, Marvin and Phyllis, and their friend Roderick, a tall black man. Jules looked hurt that they didn't wish him a Happy Birthday, but just sat in chairs and ignored him, except when I instructed him to go and get them drinks.

Jules seemed puzzled that he was waiting on guests at his own birthday party. Several more couples came in, and he frequently arose from his kneeling position to bring them drinks and brie and cheese.

Finally when everyone was there, I tore off my shirt and announced that the orgy was about to begin. "And the birthday boy here" I nodded to Jules, who was staring up at me in astonishment, "will service any cocks or pussies that need it! Don't worry about Julie's pleasure I'm looking after his needs myself."

I snapped my fingers and Jules looked up from his kneeling position. "Take off your loincloth, Jules!" With shame creeping over his face, Jules stepped out of his skimpy loin cloth to reveal his poor penis, imprisoned as it was in the piercing.

All of the guestess clapped and began to disrobe. Men began assfucking men, other men and women began screwing, and Julos got his mouth busy servicing the "stag line" of wallflowers, the inevitable unattractive men who always wind up on the sidelines of every sex orgy.

I really enjoyed the look of revulsion on Jules' face...it was a riot! Some of the men looked as if they had Down's syndrome. What Jules didn't know was, I had put up a fliers all through the gay ghetto telling them of the orgy, and how "everyone" would be satisfied.

Jules is a handsome man, and is rather vain about his looks, and this was certainly a revealing experience into what he could expect as my slave! I was having a ball, screwing men and women alike, breezily ignoring Jules' tearful glances.

Somewhere towards the end of the evening, I made Jules kneel in the middle of the room, where he was to jerk off two different cocks, take one in his mouth and one in his ass, and suffer the slings of various people spitting on him and jerking off in his hair.

Also, Jules had been forced several times to go into the bathroom and receive urine cocktails...it'd been quite a night!

Finally he asked me, tearfully."Sir, I have sucked off all your friends, and half the women...when is it my turn? When will I get my Prince Albert off, and be able to cum?"

"That's your birthday present, idiot!" I roared. "You get another six months of celibacy!" When Jules burst into tears, I pulled out my cat and I gave him thirty, right in front of the guests, as they sang "Happy Birthday"

But later that evening, he crawled into my bed and told me I'm the best Master ever...so I'm doing something right!

The best part of this seems to be that I have the entire house to myself--a huge, twelve room place, and Jules resides in a closet. I keep him there, unless he's needed for housework or discipline.

I think it's frustrating to him that he's in the closet so much, it excited him at first that he'd be in there, like a cell, but now he gets sick of it, I think. But I get tired of looking at his withered old face, and having him stay in there really seems to be the best thing, don't you know.

But, I am getting restless, and I am seriously considering your offer to come up to the Ranch to do some training.

You told me you have an especially tough case, some asshole sub who is getting on his wife's nerves...well, you know that Master Tanner's right there for you, dear!

Love,

Tanner"

Miss Pratt folded the letter and put it back in her desk. "So what do you think?" Daphne looked down at me sternly. "Well, I think this Tanner has his work cut out for him with our Daniel here, but certainly, if he's a reasonable rate, you know, it's worth a lot to eh, fix our boy, Prattsie." Miss Pratt looked down at me. "You are lucky to have such a caring wife, Daniel!"

Recalling this experience, two years later, Daphne looked down at me sadly. "I would think you'd have been more appreciative of Tanner's services, Daniel...all he's done for you!" I moved my head around, grinding my teeth against the string. Daphne leaned down to look at me. "Darling, tell me what you think...I'm dying to hear it! You are, after all, my husband. If you're not happy..."

So I dropped the string and shouted at my wife. "But he's an oppressive asshole, Daphne! I hate him!" Daphne looked down at the string. "Oh, dear....I'm so glad you told me what you thought...but you dropped the string! No orgasm for at least another thirty days, baby." She opened the door and called for Tanner. "Bring in Daniel's chastity belt, honey...he decided to put off his orgasm for a while!" I couldn't believe it...I burst into tears...but my cock stayed hard TWOIt's so hard listening to the moans of ecstasy...Daphne never moaned like that, even in the old days when I was permitted to make love to her. And Tanner's laugh, the way he lights up a cigarette in the middle.

Not that I am allowed to watch. I'm just kneeling in a corner...the corner of the bedroom. The bad little boy, punished as always.

Kneeling in the corner, facing those joined wooden walls, staring for an hour. Listening to my beautiful Daphne being pounded again and again.

Not only am I forced to tolerate her infidelity, but her lover lives here in the house, and is permitted to discipline me! Master Tanner!

And how must I look, kneeling in the corner in the nude? When they occasionally stop their libacious action to gaze to the little man in the corner.

My naked buttocks criscrossed with welts from Tanner's cruel dog-whip, the back of my head shaking as I weep in the corner...and then they laugh! When Daphne laughs at me, it's the final straw.

And it's so hard to kneel for hours at a time, trying not to let my sore buttocks painfully touch the heels of my feet. I have to stay kneeling straight up. I can't relax.

Even if it didn't hurt so much to kneel with proper posture, I'd still have Tanner interrupting his screwing my wife to come over and give me a few lashes of the dog-whip.

"What's that, Daniel, sir, are we slacking off?" WHACK! SLASH! SLASH! My poor rear, making me keep my posture.

It's not just painful, but so humiliating, and in front of Daphne, almost like a little boy being chastized by a cruel stepfather in front of his laughing mother, her betrayal of me for the real man in the room so evident.

"Daniel, you just need to learn not to provoke Tanner" my wife says, laughing again and again.

For eighteen months now, I've had to tolerate Tanner's presence in the house--he's sleeping with my wife, superviisng my chores, and disciplining me at the drop of a hat.

Much of his training has made me near perfect--even when he looks into the toilets with a mirror he can find no fault with my scrubbing-- but there is one part of me that still disobeys Master Tanner consistently...

My penis.

Around the house, Master Tanner insists that I am limp; that is to say, that my penis is flaccid, especially when in the presence of beautiful Daphne.

I am not always allowed to see my wife, Tanner makes me spend a great deal of time doing housework or confined in the walk-in closet down the hall from "their" bedroom, meditating on his greatness.

But when I see Daphne, her soft breasts rising in a snug pink cashmere; or her long legs bending as she looks at my gardening work in the back yard in a pair of short-shorts...my erection bulges.

It doesn't help that I haven't had an orgasm in nine months. NINE MONTHS! And before that, six months of celibacy, and then a meager masturbation--one, in front of Tanner, Daphne and their laughing, contemptuous friends from the S&M Ranch.

I still remember the conditions under which I "enjoyed" my last masturbation and release. First, Daphne took off her halter top in front of all of us at the Ranch, releasing her full, pink breasts from the demibra that had held them.

Daphne knows how addicted I am to her breasts, and one of the first things she'd done when we'd begun playing S&M games was to limit my access to them. She'd gotten great hilarity out of tying me up, naked on the floor while waving her pink nipples in my face and saying "You'd love to play with these wouldn't you, Daniel? But they're not for faggy little boys, you know."

But the day of my last orgasm, nine months ago, it was so much worse! Once Daphne's breasts were bare, she'd begun rubbing and stroking them with massage oils, and Tanner had stepped over to help her, and how jealous I'd become watching this.

Not only that, but much of the staff of the S&M Ranch had laughed and poked fun at that pathetic hubby who was forced to kneel naked, and watch his wife being massaged by Master Tanner, who seemed to be just as addicted to Daphne's breasts.

But the "upside" was I was allowed to masturbate, and at that time it was the first jerking off session I'd had in six months! Master Tanner had immediately begun restricting my orgasms when he'd moved in...the first one I'd had was after a week of Tanner being my wife's lover...then the second after a month, the third after six weeks...and then six whole months of teasing and denial, torture and frustration...

But finally I'd been allowed to touch myself, and I remember jerking my cock madly as Tanner massaged and poked Daphne's breasts to his heart's content.

Suddenly, as I was approaching orgasm, Tanner had noticed my trembling knees, and he'd let go of Daphne's breasts, and come over and kicked me in the stomach. "Slow down" he'd said gruffly.

"You can't orgasm til I tell you that you can." To slow me down further, Tanner had gotten down on one knee and pulled my circumsized foreskin painfully over my bulbous cockhead and pushed a needle through both ends of the foreskin so I was unable to poke my cockhead through the "stapled" foreskin!

Then Daphne had motioned Tanner to re-join her, and he'd begun pulling and stroking her breasts again with vigor.

And I of course began rubbing my cock more slowly. It had been six long chastized months and of course I wanted to cum so badly...but what a price to pay it would've been to cum before Master Tanner allowed it!

"You look so ridiculous, Daniel" Daphne had said as Tanner flicked her nipple with his thick forefinger. "Don't you wish you could suck on my full breasts? God, I remember how you used to play with them all the time before you became a sufferng slave-boy!"

Oh, how difficult it was for me to endure this!

After a bit longer, Tanner had stopped me from masturbating once again. This time, he lit a long dinner-party candle and he shoved it up my ass.

You might ask how my rear could take a fourteen inch candle, but Tanner's cock had been reaming it for nearly a year, and before that Daphne had used a series of lengthening dildoes to the point that my rear was as distended and as loose as the pussy of a fifty year old crack whore.

"Now then, I'm going back to play with your wife's boobies, slavepig, and I want you to hold your ass up as you kneel, so the candle, which I'm lighting now, will not fall over...enjoy!"

Tanner had then cruelly returned to sucking and massaging Daphne's nipples and breasts and I'd begun kneeling rather precariiously, as Tanner didn't want the candle falling and setting the floor afire.

It was painful enough having my penis's foreskin pinned shut, but with the candle in the back, it was worse. I could feel the wax melting as it got shorter and shorter....

After a time, Tanner motioned for a slave called Nutmeg to come over to him. Nutmeg, an Indian of repulsive growth had been kneeling in the corner with a thick dildo up his ass, and Tanner made Nutmeg turn around, and Tanner pulled the shit-covered dildo out and walked over and shoved it in my mouth.

Now I am descended from the Mayflower and the idea of sucking some Indian's shit off a dildo was almost more than I could stand, much less doing this while simultaneously holding a candle in my ass and enduring a pin through my foreskin.

But what could I do? My orgasm might be delayed if I protested, so I continued to pull and stroke my tumescent penis while all these other things were going on.

After this, Tanner sucked and massaged Daphne's precious breasts and nipples for a good half hour, watching me to ensure I wasn't masturbating too fast. Fifteen minutes went by and Tanner stopped me twice to add clothespins to my nipples, and once to put a mousetrap on my balls....

Finally, when it was time for me to cum, Tanner fucked Daphne hard while Nutmeg gingerly took the candle out of my ass and paddled me hard with a raquetball racquet as I jerked my cock, cumming painfully through the closed foreskin...and that was my last orgasm! I'd have another that way in a HEARTBEAT! But it's been so long! Nine months since that experience...and nothing in my future, it seems...Tanner says my attitude doesn't permit a new orgasm...it may be years... At work, and out in the world, I wear a chastity device, but at home Tanner insists that my erection be "loose" and supervised.

Sometimes Daphne ties me down and teases me for hours with her long, pink nails, leaning over to blow in my ear as I stare at her bouncing cleavage in the tank-top...

Just like the old days, when she'd tease me for a long period of time, stroking back and forth, faster and faster...and then pulling her hand away again and again. A cruel but exciting game...and dear to us.

But after Tanner moved in, Daphne added a nasty, edgy addendum to the teasing and denial game. She would tire of stroking me, but of course I'd be so excited.

Wouldn't you be if your cock had been denied for months, and a beautiful blonde was toying with it?

So she'd stop stroking... "All right, Daniel, go limp, please. I can't untie you in this state, you'll run off and do a wankie." But of course my cock was so hard there was nothing to be done!

She'd ask again, and then say "Must I call Master Tanner?" I'd be begging her with tears in my eyes, while I tried to think of something that wasn't her in her jogging bra...the World Series, or doing inventory at work...but the cock would stay hard.

Finally, in Daphne's clear, beautiful voice, she'd call Master Tanner. He'd come into the room, dog-whip in hand. Irritated of course, at being distracted from his MTV. Young people are so self-centered.

"You punk" Tanner's voice bites into the air. "You won't go limp for Mommy?" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO, NO NO...But the dog whip rises and falls.

That horrifying braided thong...oh, what a terror it is for me. At night, in the walk-in closet I have nightmares about the beatings I've gotten on my ass, my thighs...but when it hits my penis in all too real life!

SLASH! CUT! WHACK! It doesn't take many cruel, vicious cuts to fall my aged member into a bloody squirming worm.

And I don't just go erect when Daphne has masturbated me...sometimes it just happens. And if Tanner sees it--"Down Sir! Immediately!"

And my cock stands there, rebelliously...and the whip comes into play, slashing my poor penis...his expert hand can make the popper bounce just against my glans...oh the stinging.

I try not to burst into tears during a penis whipping, but my poor dickie is so sensitive! And when I cry, Tanner mocks me...the anguish.

I'm almost constantly in tears, it seems. Daphne gives me the hairbrush, the cane now and then, and she knows where to hit, as is her experience of having been my Mistress for nearly twelve years...

And Tanner is constantly finding reasons to punish me--the erection problem is one big reason, as sometimes just seeing Master Tanner gets my penis hard!

I always thought I was a tough guy--fully heterosexual. I was on the hockey team in college, and did a tour in the Marines as a captain before taking over Dad's business. I certainly had my share of women...

But my fantasies of submitting to a woman wouldn't go away, and after I convinced Daphne to "play" them out with me...these seemingly innocent fantasies...

Somewhere along the line her needs came up, one of which was for Tanner. And he is so big, strong, muscled--and looking at him arouses me! "What are you staring at you little faggot?" SLASH WHACK WHAP!

The horrible dog whip always reminds me of my status, and soon my tear-stained face is staring down once again at the limp and bleeding penis...but as he stalks off, whistling, my rebellious dick pokes up again at his manly, perfect buttocks, and the muscles in his back!

Part of the problem also, is Tanner's need to make me the perfect cocksucker. Daphne originally read about the S&M Ranch in a periodical...one of the ones I used to keep hidden, of course.

She took me there for training, and I went through several trainers before coming to Tanner, who, fifteen years my junior, taught me to suck his dick...suck it well, and reward myself with a bit of masturbation in front of a clapping crowd of Masters, slaves, and of course my wife and her sister!

But after Daphne fell in love with Master Tanner and moved him in, things changed even more. Tanner put an ad in the paper for young men to come to the house...guaranteed blowjob by sissy-boy! as the ad says... no reciprocation needed!

Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, I suck between ten and thirty penises...dressed in a little slip with lip gloss and eye shadow, serving these young men beer and pretzels and then getting down on my knees to take cock after cock into my mouth! I've gotten good at it...

At first of course it was repugnant to me...long, thick penises having what I call "a train wreck" in my mouth...ugh, all that semen that Tanner insisted I swallow, even if he had to hold my head back to get it down.

But gradually I began to look forward to the penises...and now I greedily gobble away, my knees aching on the Persian rug...Daphne comes out to watch and laugh as her poor husband satisfies a room filled with hot young men!

But back to the present...

Now, of course I am kneeling in the corner, but insanely, as I think of Tanner's whip my cock begins to rise a bit.

Damn you, go down! I can't flick my cock with a thumb, as when I'm in the corner I must put my hands up behind my neck...but if he sees it, he will rise from the bed and give my poor penis a terrible thrashing!

How long will I be kneeling here? How long will Tanner be fucking my precious Daphne? When it's done, of course, I'll be crawling into the bed to do clean-up, licking the semen from her clit, and sucking the dried stuff from the sheets...

And oh, how revolting, giving Tanner a pre-fuck blowjob...and if he doesn't cum in the requisite time, there is hell to pay!

What an arrangement...and I couldn't live without it!