The Chris Bellows' Collection
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“Years ago, when you clumsily sought to begin a relationship, you were deceitful from the start. You knew who I was, knew of my circumstances. In my mind that’s a lie and certainly not within the tenants of your then profession. I was a client of your firm.
“Then after carefully incubating the ongoing lie, you cheated, drafting a rather one sided, unjustly enriching prenuptial agreement. And the result would have been, in my mind, stealing. Entering into marriage for the express purpose of lining your wallet. Heartbreaking, Corky. Even a rich girl doesn’t deserve that.
“That’s when Aunt Meredith’s words came back to me, that is the seeking of contrition and penitence. So here you are Corky, feeling the pain and humiliation of your penance. Being sodomized before a woman. Your little rectum’s going to be rather sore for a few days. I’ll have Lotta apply lotion.
“But I just want you to know that I have enjoyed not only being the swift sword of penance, but have also have relished the game of staying one step ahead of you. You see, Corky, when I returned the prenuptial agreement and told you it had been reviewed by an attorney, I was truthful. You should know that while you were studying law at Columbia University, I was a little north and a little east of New York City making law review at Yale. So I took the liberty, as a trained attorney, to make a few changes to your prenuptial agreement, the final one, that which you so pompously chose to sign without reading one last time.”
I detect some movement. The curare is wearing off. This will cause Corky’s sphincter to involuntarily tighten, increasing his anguish along with Harold’s pleasure.
“Yet, I am tiring. Somewhat cloyed. It’s been over two years since that fateful ride to the Amsterdam Clinic. And though watching you forcefully take so much cock continues to amuse, I am considering moving onward. There’s much land here on the island and an entire staff well trained to handle subordinate males. I’m thinking of commencing a camp for disciplining recalcitrant young males. I’ve had discussions with a certain judge and she will offer alternative sentences for naughty boys... a summer here with me instead of reform school. Instilling obedience will require much of my time but it will be well spent. Don’t you think, Corky?
“So I am going to relinquish my stewardship and grant you the divorce. Your petition has been held in abeyance and can easily be reopened. And I certainly won’t challenge the agreed payments of five hundred dollars per month.”
I must pause and laugh. With the slowly returning ability to move, Corky’s eyes widen. Is it in reaction to my comments or the pain of his tightening sphincter as the huge stiff penis of Harold continues to penetrate time after time into the depths of his backside?
“But we must also consider your mental state. You’ve been deemed ‘non compos mentis’ and will remain so until a judge rules otherwise. That means someone must be appointed to take care of you when I remove myself as your ward. And after much thought, I found a suitable person who will oversee a long stay at the Amsterdam Institute for Behavioral Modification. Aunt Meredith left it well endowed so there’s no issue of money. And I’m sure Nurse Peggy and Nurse Valerie will be glad to have you back. I’ve arranged for a tiny room for you, dark with no windows, just a formidable steel door and four walls of austere concrete. And Dr. Stella has suggested the most interesting regimen for both weekly exercise and to stem the boredom.
“She seems to think that a deep and lasting caning will result in not only a brisk physical workout but can also provide the mental catharsis that will exasperatingly titillate your mind as you helplessly lie in bondage. Each week you’ll be offered the choice... continue lying in unending silent darkness or request to be temporarily freed for caning.
“You will decide whether to stay locked up or be temporarily released to face the pain and physical agony of a thorough caning. The woman I have in mind is most accomplished, able to maximize the torment without inflicting damage that would preclude subsequent canings. If you endure well, grovel for the nurses and are deemed to be obedient, perhaps Nurse Peggy will let you lick your balls and suck your penis as I have so graciously had you trained.”
Harold thrusts strongly and cries out in a guttural proclamation as three days of pent up sperm is deeply injected into Corky’s passage. I know my pet can feel the heat of the explosion of male essence. The thought brings forth more of my own wetness. The timing is perfect as the effects of the curare continue to wane.
Corky will be able to move and offer Harold his tongue and lips for a thorough cleansing of his moist and pungent manhood.
“I’ll have Dr. Helga reverse the suturing of your vocal cords, Corky. At the Institute the rooms are sound proofed and all will enjoy hearing your screams. Nothing will impede your cries for mercy.”
“Yes, Corky. The lying, cheating and stealing male cannot be denied his penance.”
Living a life of subterfuge can not only be fun, it can have its rewards.
As I step from the taxi, the facade of the Amsterdam Clinic brings such lovely memories. As a legal secretary and good friend of Meredith Duval, many years ago I introduced her to the law firm where I work. At that time, she wished to bestow funding on the Clinic to establish the Institute for Behavioral Modification. I suggested that our firm could easily handle the paper work and ensure that her wishes were carried out. I visited the Clinic many times in helping arrange the transaction.
Later, upon her demise, it was natural for my law firm to be selected in her will to handle her estate. My wimp boss, Samuel L. Brackett, was a most competent estate attorney. And I of course made sure there were no measures taken which would be counter to Meredith’s wishes.
But my good friend Meredith did have a personal request, expressed during one of my many vacations when she graciously invited me to her island.
“Watch over my niece Ashley, Priscilla. All the legal documents can’t substitute for the caring of a trusted friend. I am concerned that the latent penchant of the Duval women will draw her into a trap.”
At the time Meredith made her request, we laid on the sunny beach and this tall castrate by the name of Chippie was serving drinks. When not being directed to serve he laid in the sand and licked our toes. I recall thinking what a marvelous penchant it is for the Duval women when one is fabulously wealthy. In being of modest means, engaging in my proclivity required a degree of guile and camouflage. The Duval’s... well, here we were on a sunny beach imbibing cocktails with a naked and neutered male at our feet, forced into an existence of docility by way of Meredith’s castrating hand.
So after Meredith’s demise while working on The Duval Estate, when this hound Charles J. Barrington came sniffing around, I suspected the trap that Meredith feared. Yet, after much thought I determined that perhaps Ashley’s first encounter with a money grubbing mountebank, one with a law degree from a prestigious university, may be one which could become a valuable lesson. Since it was Charles, I could monitor his scheming and intercede if necessary.
So I expedited the process by which Charles endeavored to gain what he sought. And I am happy with the results. Ashley seemingly did not need much assistance and stayed one step ahead of the scheming Charles for most of the relationship. When I witnessed the altered prenuptial agreement, I had to stifle my laughter. Upon separation, the terms were as close to turning Charles into an indentured servant as the emancipation proclamation would permit.
Overall Ashley did learn valuable lessons. She is aware of her power and wields it admirably. She can now more comfortably revel in the Duval family penchant, more confidently engage in her dominion over the mendacious male.
As I pass through the lobby of the Clinic, I return the nods and greetings of the staff. With the many months of weekly visits I am known. Ostensibly, I am the new ward for the mentally incompetent Charles J. Barrington, the sexually deviant former attorney, and that my weekly appointment is to assure his care. Actually, I am present to reap the rewards of my loyalty to the Duval family interests.
The elevator grinds, s
lowly descending. What an ominous and gothic greeting for the fractious and recalcitrant males who find themselves incarcerated here, I think to myself... to be slowly lowered into the bowels of Manhattan bedrock by a machine that makes sounds only Kafka could adequately describe.
I proceed to a changing room where I begin the transformation from prudish legal secretary. Gone are the silk scarf, designer suit, expensive but modestly styled heels. I strip and cannot help turning to a full length mirror and smiling. Age fifty has passed yet I have kept enticingly trim. And though the projected mental power now exceeds the physical, I am still not bad to gaze upon.
I don sleeveless black leather vest leaving arms bare for brisk movement. There is a most brief skirt, no undergarments. As I slip on knee high black leather boots, there comes a knock on the door.
“I have readied Mr. Barrington for you, Miss Peck.”
It is the voice of the cute Nurse Peggy who so devotedly assures that the allegedly deviant former attorney is restrained with pertinent parts of his anatomy exposed to receive my cane. She will have him lying prostrate, strapped down at the waist, legs restrained and well parted to expose those pierced testicles, head and shoulders held an uncomfortable few inches above the low discipline table by wrists cuffed and secured to a cable overhead. His naked form will be presented so vulnerably at knee height.
Yes, my subterfuge is to be the prim and efficient legal secretary in the vanilla world, heartless sadist and unyielding flagellant within the D/s community.
This afternoon I will cane Charles J. Barrington until his raspy voice can no longer beg for mercy. I will begin with the buttocks. Then crisp applications to the soles of the feet will not only intensify the agony but also assure he continues to crawl. Nurse Peggy will observe, heightening the humiliation and mental anguish as she caringly dabs away his tears, offers childish words to stem the embarrassing blubbering and admonishes him to restore his resolve to accept the next stroke. Yes, I flagellate slowly and deliberately, maximizing both the physical suffering and the mental... extending the time for reflective thought, to foster pensiveness, instill penance.
Afterwards, if he satisfactorily licks me to orgasm, Nurse Peggy and I will watch in delight as he is permitted to roll himself into a ball and, as trained, lick his genitals. Observing the resulting frustration, the aroused male with no ability to achieve orgasmic relief, is gratifying. Sometimes it appears the exasperation exceeds that of my caning.
Then his various neck chains will be returned, his wrists firmly strapped into the standard form of restraint at the Amsterdam Clinic, broad waistbelt with wrists cuffed at the hips, and Nurse Peggy will leash him and lead him back to whatever tiny black cell Ashley has arranged. There the penance of Charles J. Barrington will continue as he lies in silent darkness and uses his neck collar to tug away and jostle nipples, penis, testicles and prostate.
I conclude my thoughts and open the door to the sweet young face of the blonde caregiver.
“It’s so nice of Charles to once again request to be caned, Peggy. That room Miss Ashley arranged must be terribly confining for him to constantly seek my company.”
Nurse Peggy nods and laughs. I join her.
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