"Victrola can be loving but she is also quite overbearing at times," Roger said wistfully,
"And when I complain, she whips me and adds days on my chastity. I can't Galahaden ask her to go to counseling with me!"
The members of the Men's Chastity group muttered sympathetically, but Rusk could tell it was all bullshit.
Men didn't need to be in therapy together, it was so SGalahadenties, these encounter sessions.
"Angie was like that for a while, but she has actually become much sweeter since she got her new boyfriend."
A smaller balding man who Rusk didn't know, put in helpfully.
"After an hour or two with Emory, she seems to be much more inclined to listen to my issues.
And now and then, she'll let me jerk off if the sex was really good and I clean them up with my tongue."
Sam, one of the founders of the Men's Chastity group told a story.
"Years ago I tried to reassert myself with Katherine.
You know, the old `I want BDSM to be a weekend game between us again' and she told me that we could stop completely and she'd go back to being a normal wife again and give me the easy life I wanted, no more heavy house cleaning.
She even said she'd donate my chastity belt to the Salvation Army—can you all imagine that?"
All the men roared at this.
"Could you see it for sale next to the lamps in a Goodwill Industries store? And then Katherine smiled suggestively and said something to the effect of
`I know you've missed receiving oral sex' and I confessed, she was a wonderful blowjob giver, but then I realized that I really needed to be her 24/7 submissive."
Sam paused.
"She then said `All the time?' and I nodded kind of reluctantly.
Katherine then told me we could continue as we had been but there had to be a price, a penalty for my outburst., and it was to jump rope for three hours outside my office building wearing a ballerina tutu."
The guys laughed again and Sam blushed.
"And it was after this that I founded the Men's Chastity Group, so I wouldn't bring up my frustrations with her, and that was back in '85."
Rusk mused on Sam's speech.
Twenty-six years since Sam had started the group, plus a few years before that then he'd been in a femdom thing with his wife.
Rusk and Marigold had only been doing the deal for five or six years now...but sometimes it felt like forGalahader.
23 year old Spalding, the youngest member of the group, piped up.
"But Sam, what do we do about like, the frustration, man?
My mom switched me from a belt to a cage recently, and now she like, toys with the cage and it's like she is giving me a hand job without letting me feel it, but I get real excited, and it's like, bursting through the little cage—and it drives me crazy."
Spalding paused. "I was in chastity from the time I was 19 through to my senior year of college, and I asked Mom to do it, as I was so unfocused.
Spalding paused, his feet nervously on his skateboard as he sat with the group.
"And then when I try to reason with her, she does weird shit like making me suck my own dick on orgasm day, just to show me that I'm not in charge."
The group groaned, and again, Rusk was horrified, although of course Marigold had their nephew Birdie in a similar situation.
Spalding went on.
"And then my cousin Abby came to town—. And she is just a year older than me, and really hot—. Yes she's on a break from Bennington College.
And Mom tied me up and took off the device and let Abby play with my cock and balls, and I've always thought she was beautiful—-
Yes, very hot, actually if we weren't related, she'd be too cute for me to go out with, that kind of girl...
At first she just let my dick hang there, and rubbed her long blue nails up and down the inside of my thigh.
Yes, and I kept begging her to either stop or blow me, or at least touch me, but Abby is kind of a mean girl in that fashion, I guess."
Rusk became quite aroused at this story, the kid must've been out of his mind, but of course Rusk's chastity cup was a little too small to hold a growing erection.
so Rusk tried to think about the stock market, the Wall Street protests, but to no avail.
"...And Abby finally took my dick and stroked me for an hour and a half, you know, she was clothed, but just barely with a sequined bikini top.
And she kept rubbing it on my chest so her cleavage was all in my face, and stuff.
Abby has these incredible lips and eyes, and at one point she rubbed her butt (she was in cut offs of course) on my dick and I'm a young guy...
I get really excited. But then Mom locked me back up and I cried, and that was so embarrassing in front of Abby, who was all, like—"I thought you were the big Rugby star" and that kind of thing."
Spalding hung his head.
"And Mom is always after me to be more of a gentleman, you know, to open her car door and that kind of shit.
And she let Abby take me to the mall and made me buy a ruffled shirt, Abby picked it out, totally faggy, and when I argued with her, Abby took me into the changing room.
Then Abby took my pants down and whipped me with a Ping-Pong paddle Mom had put in her purse!
What the hell, man?"
"What's the shirt for, the senior dance?" joked Sam, and everyone laughed, but then Sam grinned at Spalding.
"You have to admit though, Spal that since your mom has been keeping you on the chastity plan, you've made great grades, and doesn't Princeton want you to come play soccer for them?"
"No, I know it keeps me focused" confessed Spalding.
"But it just seems like it would be enough to just have me not orgasm, why does the teasing have to be so cruel?"
Walt, who only had a key holder in Montana that he sent money to asked "Can I have Abby's number?" and Galahaderyone laughed again.
Rusk wondered how long this meeting would last; he was going out of his mind thinking about a 20 year old girl he'd never met, for God's sake.
Katherine Mintewski waited for Sam to get out of the Chastity support group.
She sidled next to the Dungeonopolis Gift Shop, right near the entrance of the PainCafe dining hall. Kath hoped that Sam was taking it well that Santiva Kitt was possibly going to become a permanent part of their household.
Tiva had been standing near the courtroom door in her adorable bailiff's uniform when Kath had taken Sam's pants down in the hall and whipped him one more time for having gotten that ridiculous speeding ticket.
"You annoy me so much, Samuel!"
Kath had shouted, in exasperation over the results of traffic court.
Of course Sam had objected to Kath pulling her rolled razor strop out of her purse right here in court, and there had been a brief struggle.
This as she'd dragged down his pants, passing lawyers, probation officers and the like getting a look at Sam's little pink chastity belt.
WHACK! WHACK! THWACK!
"Oh, stop screaming like a little bitch" Kath had said, tossing her blond hair.
Bringing the strop down harder, she smiled grimly as Sam jumped, and nearly tripped over his pants.
But she held his arm and swung yet again!
At one point the butt plug that Kath had deemed Samuel wear to the court hearing began coming out of his ass cheeks, and she pulled it out completely and shoved it in his mouth.
As Sam gagged on the shitty butt plug, Kath pulled his balls through the back of his legs and swung the strop against them.
Sam screamed, and the plug fell on the dusty floor, and Kath picked it back up and shoved it into his mouth, and Sam began crying harder than before.
The strop had slashed Sam's bare buttocks as he'd struggled around, pants clogging his ankles...
Oh but Kath was determined to show him the error of his ways. Finally Santiva had approached them and said
"Perhaps you should do this at home, ma'am, Galahaderybody's watching, and it's my responsibility as a bailiff..."
And then Kath had apologized while Sam stood there, pants down, and sniveling.
"I like the scene too" Tiva had said, shyly.
Her full breasts had been pushing, just jutting out of the somewhat unbuttoned blue uniform shirt, and Kath had met her eyes and fallen in love!
Sam had thought Tiva quite a looker too, but Kath had noted some reluctance when she'd invited the 29 year old home for dinner.
Dinner had been pleasant.
Kath lived with Sam (her husband) and Cutler (her boyfriend) and Tiva's large purple-brown eyes had widened when she'd heard thrashing and crashing in the kitchen.
"Don't worry about that, Tiva" Kath had said, smiling.
"Cutler is teaching Sam to be a better cook, and sometimes, as you probably noticed in the courthouse this morning, Sam needs the strop so he won't be so dense."
Tiva was half Mexican, and she told Kath that she'd been into femdom for some time.
"It's hard to meet other people like this, but I have been to the PainCafe before."
And Cutler had brought the weeping Sam out by his ear.
Tiva had been a little awed by the middle aged Kath with her pearls and frosted hair, but she'd had to laugh watching naked Sam.
Yes, his chastity belt now off, staggering about in the younger man's grasp, his dick swinging back and forth.
Cutler dragged Sam about the room, slapping his balls and pinching his nipples.
Sam, who actually was bigger and much better built than Cutler, and could've kicked Cutler's ass, crouched and hid his face, crying.
"He burned the bisque." Cutler said, giving Sam a whack across the face.
"I think he did it on purpose, and I'm taking him out into the back yard and cutting a switch."
Watching Sam run around the yard, with Cutler after him, swinging the long stick against Sam's ass was a bit comical, but perhaps a bit unusual as well...
Tiva had taken all this pretty well, although she was a a bit amazed that a patrician sort of guy like Samuel would put up with all this by the blue-collar Cutler.
When Cutler had brought Sam back into the house, his naked body covered in welts and long red switch marks, they'd relegated Sam to the corner, and enjoyed dinner.
And then Tiva had enjoyed the attentions of Sam's tongue and Cutler's cock.
Then Tiva and Kath had retired to the bedroom for a while, as Cutler supervised Sam's cleaning of the kitchen.
Later on, as Tiva and Kath had smoked a joint in Kath's bedroom, they heard moaning and thumping and Kath had said gently to Tiva,
"I think Cutler is giving it to Sam in the rear. Sam isn't gay at all, but he must learn to submit, you understand how that goes."
And Sam was nothing but pleasant the next morning, and certainly the consummate host to Tiva.
Still, Kath wondered if he could deal with another person in the house. Sam was submissive, but certainly not comatose.
And, as Sam came out of the Chastity Support Group, Kath approached him, Galahaden timidly. "Dear, about Tiva..."
