Dr. Shackle and Mrs. Nine
In which female dominance is solidified
Chapter 2
Overnight, Paula's shock had vanished. No more pampering, no second thoughts. She was making plans.
"We have to do it again," Paula said languidly, "soon."
"Oh Ralph, you can't imagine how I longed for that," she suddenly exclaimed and hugged me tightly. Her nipples were hard and her gratitude showed in an unbelievably sweet kiss.
"If it didn't hurt so much," I protested, but Paula was adamant.
"Don't make such a fuss. Sometimes you're such a sissy," she said airily as if getting spanked wasn't a big deal. I did not want to be a pushover.
"You have my cock 'caged, you get tons," I waved my hands, "of face jobs and, and... isn't that enough?" Paula made a face.
"Of course not. Why stop?" Her thighs tensed ever so slightly.
"Ralph, you wouldn't believe how amazing your lip-service has become," was her attempt at appeasing me, before closing with: "thanks to the cock-cage." She went on reminiscing how alluring my butt was and its shivers were.
"And what's in for me?" I asked testily. Paula raised an eyebrow.
"Darling, perhaps you didn't enjoy it as much as I did, but you certainly couldn't wait for it," she stated without being pretentious. Spot on! The anticipation, the tension aroused me more than the belt had hurt me. It's only a little spanking, no big deal, her look seemed to tell. But she had a little pity on me.
"Maybe, if you'd wear spandex or I put some ointment on your skin beforehand. Or I'll take a softer belt. Hmm, what do you think?" I brooded.
"It's all about a good whip. Then you'll be fine," closed Paula the matter. I kept on brooding.
Paula knew how to handle me. She had me wearing a cock-cage and in the nude at home. I got a form hugging muscle shirt, with shoulder straps leaving my nipples exposed and a hem crossing my rear half way down. My cock-cage bobbed when walking; obviously Paula's kind of kink. Probably her gaze following me made me follow her prompting. So that it had become second nature, or did it? Was I missing some element? The whip perhaps?
Even though I never had let anybody spank me, nor use my mouth as rudely as Paula did, I was ok with it. She loved sex and she loved to spank me. That's just the way she is, I told myself. I liked it a bit and Paula had spanked me only a little, so far. There was no malice in Paula's whipping, rather a wild lust filling her, and to some extent, me. I loved the overwhelming sexual intensity.
Which made me realize that I had found purpose in giving Paula pleasure. Much more then that: she got all orgasms through me and as much as she wanted. That made me immensely proud. For every man secretly knows that he's not on par with of a woman's sexual prowess; that's his tragedy. For women, it's men pretending otherwise.
Be that as it may be, it was freedom day. Chrome shackles opened, the iron walls fell to set the poor prisoner free. I left in high spirits for my appointment. Walking was a bit awkward though, I wasn't used anymore to my balls hanging free.
I delivered my load, rather dry and soberly, into a Petri dish. It was that prosaic indeed, because the nurse noticed the cage's tell-tale marks and insisted on checking me. What good is a spermiogram for, if your equipment is damaged, she insisted. An NHS nurse in a starched uniform is not to be trifled with, so I complied.
She put on some gloves and had a good look. I coughed whilst she held my testes, weighing them, before she separated and fingered each one. Unconcerned by my erection, she pulled at the foreskin until she was satisfied with the elasticity. I was to turn around and bend over, to let a finger rummage for my prostate. She tutted about the marks on the my rear, but declared me fit.
Then I was sent behind one of those ubiquitous curtains to do my business. A literal minute later, when I handed her the beaker, she told me to keep on wearing my "virtue guard" until the results were in; in a fortnight. Apparently, nurse Sutton had seen it all.
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"Guests, how lovely," the young woman greeted as we entered. Petite, pretty and with an easy smile. I liked her immediately.
She had been busy at the pedestal. The silky white corset still throned, no longer over the black caged dildo, but a red cane. Her feminine hands budged it until she had it laying like a prediction beneath the corset.
"A celebration to feminity," she remarked to my wandering thoughts, picturing both women in it. Then she asked, "Would you like to try it on?" Paula had studied the corset intently, but shook her head.
"It is beautiful, but no thank you."
"What a pity, it would look excellent on you. Are you sure, you don't want to give it a try?"
"Thank you. But no, I'm not looking for a corset," Paula added with regret.
"Actually I'm looking for something for him." The young woman nodded at me, but stayed with Paula.
"What does a lady hope to find in our premises?" she asked in an easy manner, without the slightest hint of irony, so that Paula replied.
"A whip."
"A particular one?"
"I'd love to get one that is easy to use. Nothing too serious," Paula explained.
"I see. Not too serious, but no toy either, right?" Paula nodded delighted at the precise characterization. She let the young woman take her arm. The young woman winked at me to follow them.
"Plugs, strap-ons, nipple clamps, extenders, nut spreaders, sounders," she listed items like underground stops on our way into "Serious Delights".
