Lascivious Lecture Hall

"To answer your question" Tye said with a smile to the audience member, "During the sixteen months before we wed, I allowed Norvil eight orgasms, and then in the last four years and two months, he's had, I think, twelve?"

Typhoon looked over at Norvil with an inquiring smile, and he nodded, embarrassed.

"But you say on your blog that Norvil's allowed one every ninety days-" the questioner, a blond woman, persisted.

"Yes, with good behavior. But it was Norvil himself who said he thought for the five months between proposal and wedding date, he shouldn't cum, so he'd look forward to it more...

And since we've been married, a couple of times I wasn't happy with him around his cum date, so I delayed it a month, and once, I delayed it twice, so he ended up being celibate for five months."

There was a murmur in the Paincafe's lecture hall. Five months was a long time!

Norvil couldn't disagree. He had been thrilled to begin dating his previously for-pay Mistress Typhoon, and for that almost year and a half, he'd agreed with the cock harness.

But after they'd been married, it turned out that Tye could be a bit of a bitch...when he was lucky, she'd just give him the "Benefit of the strap" but sometimes she became very, very annoyed. Usually when he disrespected her...

And of course the worst part of this was, although he was denied, she never stopped teasing him! Well, that was the best AND the worst part of it, right? He looked over at his big haired Sicilian goddess with the olive skin...

Norvil thought of his first wife, Miquette, and how she viewed his current situation with astonishment.

Mickie had been very tolerant of Norvil's interest in building and wearing chastity belts, but really, wasn't getting married about buying houses and having babies?

And then of course Tye had utterly humiliated Norvil by making him serve herself and Miquette and a few more of his old girlfriends tea...in the nude!

There was a lesson there, but one that no one understood, or at least he didn't.

"You have to understand, Norvil." Typhoon had told him gently. "All these divorces, breakups involve ego, you worry how you look to Miquette, does Mickie know that I am getting on fine?"

She'd laughed thinking about it. "And now Mickie knows that you are a near naked submissive wearing women's lingerie, and getting beaten and regularly subjugated, and that if anything, she looks mysteriously good to you, but you've basically shown your cards to her. It's good to keep that ego whittle down, hon."

Norvil found it agonizing and simultaneously exhilarating that Typhoon routinely humiliated and exposed him to the women he liked to pose to in his life.

Certainly it had been an experience when Tye had demanded that Norvil do his scheduled monthly masturbation session in front of his long-suffering assistant, Carramae, who he routinely abused for missing deadlines, which usually was more his fault than hers.

Dharma, Norvil's receptionist, a kind of bored redhead who he'd reprimanded for filing her nails when he needed ACTUAL filing done had also been present, crossing her legs and popping her bubblegum as he'd knelt naked, rubbing his little "doinkie"

And that had been a real battle-Typhoon had insisted if he wanted to jack off on his date, and not have it prolonged, he'd have to do it in front of the women who worked for him.

"And you know you've fantasized about being punished and humiliated in front of hot little Dharma, even though Carramae is an old bag, right?" Tye had chuckled..

And it was true, but the fantasy and the actuality were two different-two dramatically different situations, weren't they?

They'd ended up taking turns jerking Norvil's dick which had been exhilarating, but then, when Norvil had cum in Dharma's fingers, Tye had been pissed that he'd been able to hold off when SHE'D jerked him...and she'd punished Norvil by giving him an additional month on his next period of chastity...

He'd sobbed over that restriction, and of course Norvil could never swagger into the office in front of the women who worked for him again...they were all laughing at him, and Dharma had actually told the mail boy about it, and how humiliating that was for Norvil!

And now of course he was sitting next to his sexy Italian wife on this stage in the ballroom of a hotel as she discussed the major and minor aspects of her discipline and control!

"My plan now for Norv is to get a full time young male Master to help me train him." Typhoon said, beaming at her husband's discomfort. "I realize the obsession he has with his orgasms shows such a self-centeredness."

In the audience, Crosley Waggs nudged her own husband. "You see, Warren, he's like you. You are always whining because you've not had an orgasm."

Warren frowned. "Cros, I've not had an orgasm for 43 days! And we agreed on a monthly, didn't we?" Warren was getting desperate. He couldn't believe that he'd gotten involved with this chastity thing.

This had begun for Warren when his frat brother, Clumsy Pritchard had discovered that the quiet Warren Waggs read femdom magazines. Clums had confided to Warren that he himself was in chastity, and subbed to his beautiful sister...

Warren had been kind of thrilled with the idea, and when Crosley had whipped his bare buttocks for masturbating between their dates, he'd fallen in love.

"I should do that. Get a nice young man to work on you. Maybe Nushawn who works in the store." The Waggs owned a cheese shop in the Buttermilk Falls Mall, and Nushawn had been hired in a special education program thing...

"You would let a retardate black man whip me?" Warren said this, and then lowered his voice as others in the audience turned to look at them.

"Well," Crosley said, smiling, "I fucked Nushawn the other day in the storage unit...it did wonders for his self-esteem."

Warren's eyes goggled. But then he said snidely, "I'm surprised you don't put Nushawn in chastity. I understand you just bought a cage for Duane, our cashier..."

"Well, Duane needs it, really." Crosley said comfortably. "Nushawn is different, more complex-"

"He's an imbecile!"

"Black men have suffered so much restriction anyway, what with Jim Crow, etc...he doesn't need a chastity device. That's more for you neurotic European-American boys."

Behind the Waggs, Nesta Teasdale smiled. She and Boaz, her submissive husband had started in with chastity and "forced" bisexuality some time ago.

Now Bo was so submissive, he wasn't really allowed to leave the house after work, and so Nesta had come to Typhoon's lecture on her own.

Boaz had been such a macho, swaggering type when Nesta had met him, and then, early in their marriage, she'd discovered he was jacking off into her panties, and that he had a past history with professional dominas in the Executive Suite at the Paincafe...

And now Bo was locked in a time-safe chastity thing...it looked like a pair of metal panties-so smooth! And Nesta often laughed, saying "Now you're hung like my old Ken doll. No wonder Barbie looked so relaxed. She could go party with G.I. Joe."

And of course since the time-lock was set for four months at a time, there was no use in Boaz begging his "Nesti" for an orgasm...

And Nesti could be "Nasty" with college guys and recruits from the Air Force Base in Undine, five miles from the Buttermilk Falls city limits.

But perhaps Nesta could also prevail upon one of those young men to come in to help her with Boaz's "guidance"...

A few rows over, Mrs. Himmelfarb sat contentedly with her 23 year old nephews, Dewey and Truman.

"You see boys," Mrs. Himmelfarb whispered, "I don't always have the energy to cane you, and Truman, you threw quite the tantrum yesterday when I was attempting to administer your enema."

"B-but Auntie..." Truman said, biting his lip, "I'm a Sheriff's deputy. I'm too old to be getting enemas, don't you think?" Dewey, next to his cousin, rolled his eyes.

"I will let you know when you are old enough to make your own bowel decisions," Mrs. Himmelfarb said heatedly. She resolved to put both men in their drop-seat Dr. Denton pajamas tonight and have them in bed by seven.