As Syndi had explained to Austin, "You aren't supposed to be my boyfriend, you're a submissive. If I want you to spend all your waking hours outside of work kneeling in the corner, naked, that's what you're going to do."
Not to mention of course that Austin had been chaste, locked in his Tube for nearly four months. Syndi seemed to have forgotten about him! Such a beautiful girl, too. She knew how to dress—her breasts were constantly almost spilling out of whatever dress she was in, and watching her bend over in her short-shorts almost drove Austin mad.
In the old days, pre-Kelwin, Austin was allowed to spend hours massaging Syndi's perfect body, rubbing cocoa butter all over her full breasts, and her curving buttocks....running his fingers up and down her long legs. What a joy.
It wasn't as if she let him out of his cock lock-up all that often even then—in fact, after a long massage, when he was especially horny, Syndi reveled in Austin's discomfort in the evil device, rubbing her foot against the cruel metal Tube, laughing as Austin gaped at her long legs, legs he'd shaved and massaged...
Syndi was a Yoga instructor and had taught Austin to contort his body to the point that he could suck his own cock, and she and her girlfriends had really enjoyed watching him do this! His autofellatio stunts had made him the toast of the femdom neighborhood.
And, Syndi was cruel in such a delicious way. She'd take Austin to a crowded mall, and then decide that he'd pissed her off. And then the public punishment would come.
Austin recalled one of the more upsetting times. They'd gone to the Galleria, and he didn't want to look at a rather vivid purple shirt she was interested in him buying.
"I don't want to try that on, Syndi. It looks faggy." Austin had said to her, trying earnestly to reason with his young, sexy companion.
Syndi had whispered in Austin's ear. "You'll try it on, or I'll take your pants down right here and punish you in front of the entire store, all these ladies, how about that?"
Austin had made the horrible mistake of arguing with her, and literally (she was in much better shape than he was) Syndi had kneed Austin in the balls, and then unzipped his pants and yanked them down, along with the pink panties she made him wear (she'd thrown out his boxers the day she moved in) and then she'd pulled out her thick leather School Strap!
It had been quite an image, Syndi bringing the strop down again and again on his tortured, bare buttocks, the ladies in the store screaming and pointing (They didn't become aroused and amused like the witnesses to public punishment in the erotica novels)
And then the Security people had shown up, and Syndi had skipped out of there, leaving Austin kneeling, pants around his ankles, looking very foolish. Fortunately the police hadn't arrived, and the Security people just escorted him outside and banned him from the Galleria for life!
When Austin had gotten home, Syndi had been laughing, but then she'd tied his hands and removed the Tube and stroked his penis lovingly, telling Austin that she bet that the next time she wanted him to try a shirt on, it wouldn't be a lot of fuss from him, would it?
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That night, Austin argued with me, and I got so pissed off, that I went and got
the frying pan from the kitchen, and came back, ordering him to grab his ankles.
Thirty times the pan hit Austin's butt until he screamed with agony.
"Now are you going to shut up?" I asked sweetly, watching the tears roll down
his face. Jesus any man who had testicles would've taken the pan away from me
after the first swipe, after all, I'm 105 pounds and Austin is co-captain of our
local Rugby team...
Yes, but he took the swats grabbing his ankles, and then just
curled up and wept like a baby!
After this Austin sobbed in my arms and I patted his back and asked him if he
was going to try and be a better boy...it took great control to keep from
laughing my ass off!
On Monday, I called an old boyfriend of mine while Austin was staring at me in
the kitchen. I used my foot to rub his crotch and he gasped and panted as I
flirted heavily with my college sweetie...you should've seen the expression on
Austin's face!
By Tuesday he was ravenous...when he got home from work, I was wearing a lace
teddy and high heels, and I kept rubbing up against him, and he moaned in pain,
I guess the CB was a bit too tight.
I got him to make me dinner and then
afterwards I told Austin to strip naked and bring me some clothesline, which I
used to bind his hands and feet, propping him on the couch next to me.
Then I unlocked his chastity device and began tentatively stroking his cock,
which was almost instantly swollen and purple. "Does baby want to cum?" I asked
in a soft voice, rubbing my cleavage against Austin's chest.
I toyed with the glans or cockhead of his penis, and ran a long red nail down
the vein pulsing from his bulging erection. I tickled and tormented the vein a
bit, flicking it now and then, and giggling as poor Austin gasped.
"What's wrong, honey? Don't you like the chastity belt?" I smiled and gave
Austin a deep kiss, playing tonsil hockey as only I could. "But your wee-wee
misses Momma, huh? Too much lockdown time?"
Austin looked at me, trying to maintain his dignity. "Irene, I just...I want
chastity, and I fantasize about it, but this is way too much. Couldn't you just
let it go?"
I let go of his dick. "You mean like this?" I snorted as he looked like he was
dying.
"No-no please give me a hand job, then....I want to cum!"
"No, you can't cum and I want you to stop nagging me."
I returned my fingers to
his bulging rod, and rubbed it faster and faster until poor Austin was begging
and panting, and then suddenly pulled my hand away.
And then he called me a bitch, and I went out and got the frying pan again, and
threw him on his stomach over the coffee table and gave him thirty more! By the
