"P-please, Dee..." the older man, said, pleading with Dee, his eyes brimming with tears. Simone and Sheila stared at the tube around General Vidalia's quivering, horribly erect penis.
"So he can't go pee-pee until you tell him he can, eh, Deirdre?"
Simone asked, chuckling. "Well, Norb has a real authority problem, Simone" Dee said, her eyes sparkling.
"For a man who is in charge of 400,000 soldiers at seven Army bases, he really knows quite little about obeying orders.
He hasn't been allowed to pee for seventeen hours, and I think I may make him hold it in for another day if he keeps getting on my nerves."
The ladies could see that the grizzled military veteran was having one helluva time holding his legs together, pushing his knees in contraction with each other.
So he wouldn't go against his will, like a recently potty-trained kindergartner awaiting the bell.
The general kept biting his lip and moving his knees together and Dee occasionally would reach over and flick his right thigh with her long nail,and he would bounce and grit once again.
"You see, there's a catheter in the cock tube he's wearing" Dee said amusedly. So he can't really pee now, but I have him trained so well that if he doesn't have the tube on...
He can also hold it, usually. The last time he fucked up, I made our merry soldier drink up an entire bucket of his urine, my urine and that of our dogs."
Dee motioned languidly at the two Doberman Pinschers dozing near the fireplace.
"I have to meet with Major Thundersley...I have much preparation to do, Dee, please, oh please let me urinate and wash up, this has been just miserable.
Dee turned to her friends, as if ignoring the General, who looked completely miserable. "Can you listen to him beg, isn't it revolting?" Dee breathed in and then repeated in a pathetic falsetto.
"I must meet with Major Thundersley...I have much preparation to do..." Then Dee did the "I'm gagged" motion with her forefinger down her throat, and the other two women laughed.
Dee motioned to General Vidalia, who shuffled miserably over to her. "Hands behind your back dear...". Dee unlocked General Vidalia's cock lock, revealing a bloated penis.
"Darling, I am going to play with your peeper a little bit, but if you either cum, which I know you're dying to do, or let even one drop of urine fall on my fingers.
Well it'll be a bad day for a certain Fort Dix General, do you understand?" General Vidalia nodded miserably.
General Norbert Vidalia stared down, biting his lip for the millionth time that day as his wife stroked a long, pale pink fingernail across the tip of his engorged cock.
Despite the intense pain in his kidneys from the backed up urine, Norb had to admit that Dee was still quite as beautiful as she'd been when he'd married her a quarter century ago.
He watched with parched lips as her cleavage heaved in the tight bustier top, and heard Mistress Simone chuckle.
God Damn Simone! She had been another one who'd hung out at the S&M Club where he'd met Dee that first night.
Norb had to resist letting go, he was on the verge of peeing, and God, did his kidneys hurt from holding back pee for nearly a day and a half.
Dee pulled his foreskin, and a tiny droplet of urine came out, falling on her boot. Dee immediately arose, and picked up a cane. "Do you like this, girls?"
she asked as she held up the ivory cane with the silver dog's head "Norb got this for me in Argentina, it's an antique.
This fantastic early twentieth century Argentine four-part suitcase cane with ivory extensions measuring 36-1/4 inches overall when in cane mode.
However, the cane also doubles as a riding whip when the ivory extensions are removed and the leather whip is screwed in."
Dee laughed as Norbert shivered, remembering the times the leather whip, screwed in, had lashed his back, buttocks, penis and balls severely.
Dee went on. "It's also called a "flick stick.The flick stick "flicks" out with a sudden downward thrust of the cane head when the hardwood shaft is held at the middle.
Watch me flick it on the General's penis for allowing urine to leak out of his bad little wee-wee!
And remember, Norbert, if you let any urine come out during the whipping, it will go even worse for you."
Norb nodded miserably. Dee lifted the cane, "flicking" it repeatedly across Norb's suffering shaft. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Norb screamed as the cane came down repeatedly on his poor penis, but his military bearing didn't quiver, he kept his hands behind his back and did not fall!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Some more urine came out of the penis, and Dee, enraged, began whacking Norb's penis harder
"Goddamit, I said no pee can come out." "I can't help it, Mistress Deirdre!" Norbert screamed, and held his urine as best he could.
Finally, Dee noticed that despite the caning, Norb was releasing no more pee. Norb held still, his tongue between his teeth as Mistress Dierdre continued the cruel caning.
Finally she tossed the cane down and resumed her gentler attentions on his bruised cock, "Poor baby..."crooned Dee as her nails played across the penises welted surface.
"But you'll learn, darling."
Norb nodded, trying desperately not to release any more urine. He gritted his teeth as her pretty nails pulled and scraped his cock.
It had been so long since he'd cum, nearly four months, and of course he hadn't peed since eight o'clock the night before!
Dee smiled as she continued playing her long nails across Norb's cock.
"Are you regretting all those Michelobs you had last night at the Club yet, dearest?" Norb nodded unhappily. What a mistake that had been!
Dee had been enraged when Norb had admitted having had a few beers with Colonel Metcalfe and Major Compton at the Officer's Club earlier in the evening, and she'd caned him severely on his nipples, and then ordered him to the basement.
"You like chugging those beers, hon? When you were expected home to polish the silver in your little French maid's outfit?" Dee had screamed this. "Get downstairs!"
"But darling"begged Norbert, "It's one Friday night a month we get together, just to joke about and talk about our troops, and maybe the Dallas Cowboys—"
Dee had kicked him violently down the stairs, she'd been so angry. "You are expected here every night at five-thirty, no excuses!"
she'd screamed. "Strip and get down those fucking stairs, you little weiner!"
Dee had then bound Norb to the wall of their basement dungeon and removed the cock chastity tube he was forced to wear daily, putting a plastic hose between Norb's cock and his mouth.
Normally, Norbert was not allowed to pee without his wife's permission, which meant he had to drive home from work at noon to get her to undo his evil tube.
The tube that prevented unauthorized urination AND masturbation, and sometimes it was tricky if Dee was out shopping.
Then when Norb got home and he had to cower, holding his kidneys on the front porch until she got home and unlocked him.
"I forgot again dear" was her usual excuse..and then once or twice she was in bed with one of her lovers, and refused to let him in...but last night he'd gotten in finally.
Norb had gotten Dee to unlock him to pee before he'd told her where he'd been.
"And if I'd known, you would have had to keep all the pee in you from noon on, including all those beers!" she'd screamed.
"But there's still more beer processing in your gut, and you'll need to pee badly before midnight!"
Dee had adjusted the plastic tube into Norb's mouth, and then challenged him to hold his water til the next day.
Norb had been bound upside down, the tube in the mask on his face, from eight-thirty that evening, no television, nothing...and he had to stay there, holding his miserable bladder.
The one time Norb had let loose and peed a few drops, around two in the morning, the little bit of horribly stinging, beer tinged urine that had hit his lips and gone down his throat.
It almost destroyed his taste buds for a week and had convinced him to continue the awful self-control.
But it was a lesson to General Norbert Vidalia, Mistress Deirdre had long forbidden him to hang out at the manly Officer's Club.
"Your duty is to Mommie after you have left the office at five o'clock.
Quaffinga few with the boys is a privilege of real men, and after all I've slept with all your so-called friends, including Metcalfe and Compton.
So why drink and play darts with them, they don't have much respect for you anyway, dear."
Often Dee would give Norbert a vicious beating for being late after five thirty, ten strokes for the first minute.
Yes, one lash for every minute afterwards...once he'd gotten in at five-forty-five, and nearly died from twenty-five lashes from Dee's whip-cane!
As Dee giggled and talked with the other two women, Norb tried to remember when he'd become such a lowly slave-boy.
Certainly this had started because he'd gone in search of a dominating woman, and Dee had been wonderfully satisfying..but a bit more than he bargained for.
As Norb played through his memories for the early days with his evil wife...when she was just a girl, Dee was also telling Sheila and Simone her version of what had happened over the past twenty-four years...it was the tale of
A MILITARY WIFE
"Oh yes, ma'am" the Gypsy said to Dee, standing over his table of leatherwork at the market, what Dee would have called a flea market in her own country.
But this was a marketplace in Bamberg, Germany, right near her husband's Army base.
"You'll like this razor strop, I've sold many to barbers. You must be a beautician, right?" Dee said nothing, and the Gypsy went on.
"This genuine leather razor sharpening belt is like the ones you've seen in old fashioned barber shops."
Dee grinned at him. She knew where she'd seen razor strops like that before.
In Daddy's house. She really enjoyed listening to the Gypsy, though she'd already decided to buy the strop.
For one thing, he was one of the few non-military personnel she'd met in Bamberg who spoke good English.
And what a strop this belt was. Dee weighed the strop in her hands and examined it carefully. It looked fairly durable.
It was two feet long with a brass loop, quite heavy, looked like it could do some damage, eh?
She tried to listen to the English-speaking Gypsy as he went on.
"The leather and canvas combo is great for sharpening razors." The Gypsy smiled, seeing the enthusiasm in the young girl's eyes.
Dee was thinking of her young husband's gluteal muscles shaking as his butt would withstand blows from this vicious leather monster.
Dee smiled again, running her tongue across her teeth. Her breasts heaved in the halter top, and the Gypsy gasped through his pitch.
As Dee looked at the strop, she thought about what a stropping felt like. She'd gotten one at least once a week for years.
The Gypsy continued. "Barbers like to use this strop to put a final finish on beautician shears, you know."
That's not all they use them for, Dee thought, remembering her Presbyterian minister father.
