Roger did as he was instructed, his plastered arms sticking helplessly to the side and his hard cock pointing at the ceiling. He was surprised when he felt something around his legs, realizing Carol was strapping his legs to the end of the bed and now he couldn't move.
He opened his mouth to say something but the stern look he received from Carol made him snap it shut and she slipped a leather hood over his head, buckling it tight around his throat. "Nighty night," she laughed as she closed the eyeholes and he was blind. He felt her lean over him, slip something around his head and her fingers prized his mouth apart and it was suddenly filled with something big and tasting of plastic. "Now you can't talk," he heard her say with a laugh. "I like this all ready," she said as he felt her buckle something around his head.
"There," she said with satisfaction, "almost perfect." Roger felt the bed move as she sat down. "Let me explain it to you, baby. You are blind and dumb with a harness around your head from which I have installed this rather wonderful rubber cock. In a few minutes, I'm going to enjoy myself on that cock extending from your mouth. I'm not going to use yours because, poor baby, it is rather small. This is for my pleasure, you won't see me, you won't taste me and after I slip these headphones over your ears, you won't even hear me. You will, however smell me and wonder what my pussy looks like. I'm told it's rather delightful." Carol laughed loudly and Roger felt the headphones slip over his head and loud music start.
A few moments after that, he felt the bed shift again and he guessed Carol was squatting above him, the thought of it sending tremors through his cock. He wished he could watch, could see her as he had never seen her naked although he had imagined it many times.
He could smell her, her intimate musky smell tantalized him even more as she began to use the cock and he felt completely humiliated as she callously used him and deprived him completely of any pleasure at all, not even able to see her. He was nothing more than a thing, a vibrator to be used by her.
After a while the movements stopped, he felt her leave the bed and he was alone, listening to some obscure heavy metal band. He felt like crying from the frustration, she had used him and totally ignored his poor straining cock. It was true, his cock was small, he thought, it must be. She would rather use a fake cock than me, he wailed to himself.
Carol returned after an hour or so, although Roger had lost all sense of time as the music was continuous, and the headphones were removed. "I think you're starting to understand your place now, baby," she laughed and Roger felt her removing the fake cock and then the hood. He blinked in the light and obediently kept silent after she had removed the gag and motioned him to be quiet.
Roger noticed she was dressed in different clothes, a pair of tight white shorts and a pale blue T-shirt and she was sipping a drink. "Did you enjoy that? I know I did," she laughed. "What a pity you couldn't see anything." Carol stood close to him, her fingers tickling his balls. "Now, time to get rid of that hair, time for a little waxing."
Waxing? Roger gulped and opened his mouth to protest but a hard look from Carol silenced him. "I make the decisions and don't you forget it."
Roger screamed so much when she ripped the wax from his balls, tearing the hair out by the roots, Carol replaced the gag so he made gurgling noises as she continued, salty tears running down his face. "You're such a baby," Carol laughed. "Women go through this all the time, we are so much stronger than weak men," she said as she savagely ripped another strip of wax from his groin.
His groin was smooth and red when she had finished and because of the pain, his cock had shriveled to a small worm. "Lost that hard on at last," she laughed. "Wimp!"
Carol pulled something from her bag, something metallic and smiled at Roger who was blinking the tears away. "Remember when Janice measured you? She's a clever girl and made this neat little device. Your tiny cock goes in here," and Roger, watched horrified as she threaded his cock through a shiny metal tube. "And locks under here." The tube was connected to two halves of a metal ring that joined together under his balls. "There, locked in place and only I have the key," she smiled. "You are dependent on me for everything and this little device stops you getting hard." Roger saw the tube was bent down over his balls and he instantly knew any beginning of an erection would cause pain. "You don't cum until I decide and you don't embarrass me with that tiny dick of yours getting hard all the time. Of course, you'll have to sit to pee but that's fitting for such a wimp." She laughed and headed for the door, stopping to look back. "By the way, the only way to get that off, I'm told is either with the key or by a surgeon cutting your balls off. Aren't you glad that you asked me to control your cums?" He heard her laughing as she walked down the stairs.
Forlornly, Roger stared at the device and knew that Carol really did have him by the balls. Carol was no longer so sweet and nice with him although she gave him food and visited him, mainly to tease him.
The next day, she laughingly dressed him in the pink panties, pulled a pair of jeans on over them and let him shove his feet into a pair of scuffs. The robe completed it and she drove him back to the hospital where the doctor sawed through the body cast. She didn't talk much to him on the way to and from the hospital and Roger didn't know what to say, how to handle the changed circumstances. Every time he thought of the metal contraption that captured his cock, he felt depressed and afraid.
He was stiff and sticky when the cast finally came off and the nurses watched as Carol, now being very sweet and nice, kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Almost over, baby, then we can go home." Her touch and her perfume made his poor cock squirm in its metal casing, struggling to become hard and Carol smiled when she saw the glimpse of pain in his eyes.
"The casts stay on his wrists but he can now bend his elbow and use his hands." The doctor left, the nurses and Carol gathered around and helped him put the robe back on after he had been washed down.
He sat in the passenger seat as Carol drove and she looked over at him as they drove through the city. "I was disappointed you didn't thank me for driving you in, I'm sure the nurses noticed you weren't as affectionate. Undo your jeans," she said sharply and Roger stared at her in shock. "I'm not telling you twice," she said mildly.
Sullenly, he undid his jeans. "Unzip them and pull them around your knees," she laughed. "You can ride home showing the world your pink panties and next time we are in public, you be a little more affectionate!"
Blushing, Roger sat there in the pink panties as Carol ordered him to pull the robe apart. A few truck drivers sounded their horns and Carol smiled when one driver yelled something from his truck. Carol's skirt had ridden up a little, Roger saw a glimpse of a stocking top and his cock squirmed again.
Finally, she allowed him to pull the jeans up as they drove through the gates of her property. "Carol," Roger began.
"Shut up!" He didn't argue and followed her up the stairs and into the apartment. "Strip," Carol said firmly as she sat on a chair, legs primly crossed.
Roger fumbled with the clothes and managed to get them off including the pink panties. "Get me a whisky and soda. You'll find the makings in there and bring a can of your favorite soft drink as well." Carol giggled at that and Roger hastened to follow her order. "Drink the soft drink," she said as she sipped her drink, her eyes glittering as Roger swigged from the soft drink can. "I want to see what happens when that tiny cock of yours attempts to get hard."
Roger stared at her in horror as he realized why he had been so horny in the hospital and Carol laughed loudly when she saw his expression. "Yes, you moron," she laughed, "the soft drink! That's why you were so horny, it's full of my special medication."
"Carol, why are you doing this?" he asked.
"Because I can," she said simply. "Kneel in front of me, legs apart. I would do it very quickly if you ever want to see your cock again, let alone cum!" Roger dropped to his knees, his eyes all ready drifting to her crossed legs. Carol smiled as she slowly uncrossed them and Roger had a fleeting glimpse of that elusive white triangle. "White again, I'm afraid. I should have worn panties of a different color but I don't think you mind."
Roger grimaced in pain as his cock tried valiantly to swell against the steel prison that enveloped it and Carol laughed delightedly. "I saw that! That's great!" She sipped her drink and her voice grew low and firm. "Listen very carefully. I've paid a substantial amount on your hospital bills, your special soft drink," she smiled, "and of course your new cock ornament. You have to pay me back."
"Of course," Roger said quickly. "I can go back to work and pay you back."
"As a clerk in a video store?" she sneered. "Don't be ridiculous! No, you'll work for me; you'll do what ever I want. I also expect respect." She thought for a moment and then smiled coldly. "You will call me Miss Carol from now on, it's far more appropriate. Understand?"
"Yes Miss Carol," Roger said with a sinking feeling with a hard and a throbbing cock as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
"Good boy," she said sweetly. "Do what I say when I say and I might just reward you with a little cum every now and again. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?"
"Yes Miss Carol," he murmured, head down.
Carol stood, looking down on Roger slumped forlornly on the floor. "I wouldn't drink anymore of that softdrink," she laughed, "it could make life very difficult for you. Now have a shower and then go around the back of the house to the swimming pool. One of your jobs is to clean the pool everyday so get to it."
"Yes Miss Carol," he said dejectedly, climbing to his feet.
"Don't worry about clothes, baby, " she smiled. "I'll be watching you from the window and I like the way your bottom wobbles." Carol laughed as she walked out.
