Congressman Roger Malvern exited the Ethics Committee meeting and walked to where his office was.
It had now been three days since Simone had put that damned thing on Roger's cock!
Sheila had taken it pretty well when he'd shown it to her at home.
Curious, really. "You like having this thing on your dick, honey?"
Sheila had asked as she'd lifted the plastic cock-device up and ran her fingers along his testicles.
Roger had patiently tried to explain Simone's ideas.
"I think she's being a little ridiculous to have a chastity device put on me, it's not as if I'm some sort of tom cat, you know."
Sheila looked at him suspiciously.
"You better not be! I can't believe I'm not more upset that you let this woman take your pants down and lock this thing on your dick, but I guess you didn't really have sex, did you?"
It had actually grown rather painful having Sheila poke and prod Roger's cock, as she was in her beige bra and panties at the time. Roger had begun getting rather excited, and they'd begun necking like teenagers, but as he forced Sheila down for a screw, he realized he couldn't take off the belt, and Sheila had laughed.
Roger had ended up going down on Sheila that night, because he had to have some sort of sexual outlet.
He'd licked her all over, her breasts, her neck and flat little stomach and her inner thighs, as his cock had surged frustrated against the cruel plastic device, and then he'd returned again and again to the vagina to give Sheila five or six orgasms.
"I am starting to like that plastic thing!" Sheila had crowed, and Roger had grunted, and then he'd turned over and gone to sleep, or hoped to.
Yes, but as his contented wife had snored, Roger Malvern laid awake, his poor, bloated penis swelling against the annoying metal and plastic device and oh, was it awful!
And the security guards had given him quite a time when he'd enter the metal detectors at the Dirksen and Hart and Longworth buildings.
"I just have metal in my shoes." he'd begun as the electronic gates would go off, sensing his metal prison...and then he'd gone through with no shoes on, and then of course the cock lock had continued to make the sensors beep until Roger had bribed his doctor to give him a note stating that he had metal plates in his head from Vietnam.
All this, in the space of three days since Simone had returned to town!
Now Roger entered his office, and Mitzi, his aged secretary, looked up at him.
"You have a visitor in the next room, Congressman Malvern. A nice young man." Roger looked at Mitzi suspiciously.
"You let someone in my office? Is he a lobbyist?" Mitzi smiled. "No, but he said he was on your Blue List, and so as you've often said, Blue Listers are allowed to enter your office at will, isn't that right sir?" Roger breathed.
He had created the Blue List for the various women he'd had sexual liaisons with-call girls would drop by and he'd frolic with them, occasionally he'd have a domme come in and tie him to the office sofa to give him a little harmless "torture".
Simone had been on the "Blue List" for years, and when she'd been in town, quite often she would come by and behind closed doors, some quite interesting activities would ensue-
Hell, to have her over, Roger would cancel any business meetings he had to get some marvelous "punishments" from the raven haired vixen.
But she hadn't been by, as far as Roger could tell, he wouldn't be seeing her until next Wednesday, when he and Sheila were showing up for their "session." Certainly a man had never been a Blue Lister.
"I'll get to the bottom of this!" Roger said, annoyed.
"He seemed like a very nice young man."
Mitzi said mildly as Roger opened the door and strode into his inner office. Sitting at his desk was a tall young man with a blond crew cut, having a bit of Roger's port in one of his brandy glasses.
"You are a bit late, Congressman Malvern" the young man commented in a thick German accent. "I have been sitting here awhile now." "Excuse me, who are you?" Roger asked
"What are you doing in my office, drinking my liquor?"
"I am Hans." the young man replied smoothly.
"I was sent here by Simone Kendall. She is displeased with you, sir."
Roger was startled. "Simone-Simone sent you here?" The young man laughed, and flexed his shoulders. He was an extraordinarily well built young fellow, nicely clad in a jacket and turtleneck sweater.
"Mrs. Kendall is disappointed in you, sir.
You were to deliver her 1,000 lines yesterday, and they were to read "I will learn to be an obedient chastity slut". and Mrs. Kendall states that she only received 884 lines, sir."
Roger's face burned as he heard the "obedient chastity slut" part. Who the hell was this kid to tell him what to do?
He'd done the 1,000 lines the first two days perfectly, and what a drag it had been-hell, today's lines had partially been written while he'd been in the damn Ethics Committee hearing.
The witness had looked somewhat alarmed as Congressman Malvern had been scribbling, thinking these copious notes were going to do the witnesses cause some harm.
But indeed all it had been was over and over again, "I will learn to be an obedient chastity slut", and certainly, Malvern had been terrified one of his aides might look over his shoulder!
Roger coughed.
"Well, uh, I have 1,000 lines today, if that will be any help."
He smiled and proffered the sheafs of paper to the young man.
"How's this? I'll do another two hundred tonight and you can take these to her now?"
Roger gave Hans his charming grin that had bewitched Wyoming voters for fifteen years.
Hans held up his hand
"No, you can certainly send those lines by courier, Congressman Malvern-they are your lines for today.
But there is still the account from yesterday, and Mrs. Kendall has instructed me to deal with it. Disrobe, please."
Roger Malvern stepped back. "What?" He gritted his teeth.
"Look here, young man, I'm not up for a bunch of games from you." His voice rose.
"I'm a very busy man, and Simone is a dear friend of mine, but I hardly think she would have the nerve to send a young pup like you-to-" The young man arose, still smiling.
"Mrs. Kendall felt that you should understand, sir, that if you cannot comply with her policies regarding the counseling, that she will terminate the relationship and return to the Island.
Indeed, she will return your deposit, should you not be interested in further dealings.
Yes, but if you wish to continue, you must disrobe now, and accept your punishment for not finishing your lines from yesterday, sir."
Roger gasped.
"But-but why isn't Simone herself here?" That would be nice, being punished by his hot Miss Simone.
Certainly, her punishments were painful and at times quite unpleasant, but Simone was at least, quite a beautiful woman!
"Mrs. Kendall believes that a male punisher will keep you from being so distracted-I-my English"
The young man shook his head apologetically. "She say you will be made to listen if your dick not-ah."
Hans shook his head again.
"I understand." Roger shook his head.
What the bitch meant was, it would be a much worse punishment for him coming from this sexless young man...not to mention that Hans looked quite strong!
Roger looked into the outer office, giving Mitzi and George, his chief of staff the pleasing news that they could take the afternoon off.
"Just go out for about three hours, or do as you like for the rest of the day."
Roger locked the office door and looked at the smiling young man, and sighing, he undid his tie, and then took off the rest of his clothes, stripping down to the hated chastity device.
Hans smiled and motioned Roger to approach him.
"Mrs. Kendall has required that I examine your cock device, sir, so you will have to be handcuffed. Roger sighed, and put his hands behind his back, where Hans clicked them.
Hans then unlocked Roger's chastity belt and took it off, and dropped to one knee and began touching and stroking Roger's cock.
Mortified, Roger tried to close his eyes, ignoring this very homoerotic experience. But he felt his cock growing hard under Hans's nimble fingers.
As Hans carefully examined Roger's dick, Roger tried once again to pretend it wasn't happening.
But his erection, having been neglected for three nights of servicing Sheila with no release was in full flower now.
Hans had a surprisingly gentle manipulation of it as he pulled and stroked Roger's shaft softly.
"Are you homosexual?" Hans asked Roger curiously. "No! Not at all!" Roger replied stiffly.
"You seem to enjoy this. You would like to suck my penis?"
Hans smiled up at Roger, who blanched.
"No! No, that's not my thing, I'm afraid." Roger laughed hollowly, willing his penis to deflate.
"Well, your dick looks to be unharmed by chastity belt, I put this in report to Mrs. Kendall." Hans said with some satisfaction.
"Now is time for punishment."
Roger watched with some trepidation as Hans arose, removing his tweed jacket and turtleneck sweater. In a tight white T-shirt.
Hans was a model of muscle, not bulging, but certainly in excellent form.
He would give, Roger expected, a much more energetic beating than a woman like Simone could—though her floggings were quite vicious and had often brought many tears to his eyes!
"It's all in the wrist—like fly fishing" Simone had explained once at the Volcano Bondage Society when she'd been doing a Flagellation Seminar demonstration on Roger with a cat o' eighteen tails.
Hans reached into an open suitcase sitting on Roger's desk and pulled out a large, thick wooden paddle.
"Eh"?" Hans nodded approvingly towards the paddle, smiling as if he were trying to sell Roger a sailboat.
"Is called the Thudder, this paddle."
Hans waved the Thudder experimentally through the air.
Roger winced. It had been many years since he'd had a session, a real session that wasn't just play acting with a hackneyed blonde pseudo-domme hooker.
This looked fairly serious, Hans and the Thudder.
What could he do to get out of this?
My God, what if the press burst in?
Him standing naked, with his dick hanging out in front of this muscular German waving the paddle around.
