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A Cock For Kali
By Author Obscure (address withheld)
***
Charlie Post, a student who lived off campus gets the
full treatment from female professor with a dominance
fetish. (Fdom/M, mc, control, college)
***
Chastity Harsh glared at the graffiti scrawled in
lipstick across the white tiles in the bathroom of
Yokum Hall: "kevin dicks raped Me! Stay away from him!"
Professor Harsh flipped open Her notepad and added his
name to the list of six others whose names She'd gotten
from Female restrooms around campus. One of the men,
charlie post, had three checks beside his, plus the
initials "KTB."
Back in Her office Chastity typed dick's name and
address into Her TEETH file. he was one of four who
lived off-campus. After logging it in, Chastity stared
at the monitor. She could almost hear those bastards
bragging to their buddies about "getting away with it."
Her jaw tight with anger, She punched up the
information She had on the student, charlie post.
AGE: 21
DEGREE PROGRAM: Business Administration
STUDENT PERFORMANCE: Average
OFF-CAMPUS ADDRESS: 33 Couch Street
"Perfect address for a prick like that," She muttered.
Then Professor Harsh cleared the screen and started to
type:
NOTE TO THE FOUNDRESS:
HAVE FOUND SIX CLASS B MALES FOR TAGGING WITH KTB.
WILL START WITH A "STUD" NAMED CHARLIE POST. AFTER
TAGGING IS COMPLETED, I WILL CONTACT YOU ABOUT POSSIBLE
DELIVERY OF KTB-BANDED MALE TO "GODDESS GARDEN
RETREAT."
Chastity's long smooth lips curled in a smile,
enhancing Her high, aristocratic cheekbones. She knew
that a prick like charlie post would go crazy, because
at the Goddess Garden Retreat only the Women are
allowed to cum inside the mouths of the men who don't
get to cum at all!
Ms. Harsh spent the next few days trying to find out
which of Her Female students knew this charming rapist,
charlie post or, at least, knew OF him, because the
first step toward getting the "Kali's Teeth Bracelet"
on his cock was to find out which bar he hung out at
the most.
Now Professor Harsh wasn't one for taking in the
downtown bar scene, but it needed to be done in order
to further the goal of the DAUGHTERS OF THE GODDESS
TEETH, which was to "tag" all males who didn't know how
to control their cocks. That was the first step, of
course. In time, all adult males would wear the Kali's
Teeth Bracelet as a, kind of, "wedding band." In other
words, no single men would be left. ALL men would
belong to one Woman or Another. There would be no
"loose cannons" for Women to worry about.
By Friday Chastity Harsh had found out the name of the
bar --
"Peabody's." It wasn't the usual college hangout. In
fact, Chastity and another Woman in Her department had
lunch there once. Most of the other customers were
business men and Women. She guessed that the Friday
night crowd, however, would be a lot different.
Around ten Professor Harsh entered the bar with Carla,
one of Her students Who knew charlie. Chastity had told
Carla to introduce them and then to leave. All Chastity
had said to the young Woman was that after tonight,
charlie would not be able to bother ANYBODY.
The moment charlie's eyes met Hers, Chastity knew She
had him.
It was as if Carla didn't even exist.
"This is my teacher, Professor Harsh. She says She
wants to meet you."
"Oh, yeah?" charlie replied, leeringly, as he glanced
down at Chastity's 38 D-cups swelling beneath Her
blouse. She had unbuttoned it just enough to let him be
able to get a teasing glimpse of the cleft between Her
breasts.
"Thank-you, Carla," said Chastity.
After Carla left, charlie said, his tone somewhat
suspicious, "So what's this all about?"
Chastity raised Her eyebrows but said nothing.
"I mean, why ya wanna meet ME?"
"If you can pull yourself away from your buddies for a
while, I'll tell you."
The other guys let out a long "Wuuuuuuuu!"
"Yeah, let's get away from these jerks and go someplace
else," said charlie.
When they got outside, charlie began to suggest another
bar, but Chastity cut him off with, "I'd rather go to
My place if you don't mind."
She smiled as his mouth dropped open just like a
nutcracker doll's.
"Do you have a car?" She asked.
"N-no," he muttered.
"Good. Then we'll take mine."
As they walked to the city parking lot, Professor Harsh
could sense a slight shift in the balance of power
between them. The young man, She could tell, wasn't
used to dealing with assertive Women. And the fact that
She was a Professor and more than ten years older than
him, gave Chastity even MORE of an advantage.
"Did... did Carla say something about me?" he finally
asked, as Chastity was unlocking the door to Her red
Camaro.
"Yes," She said, sending him a piercing look. Then She
just stared at him a few moments, relishing his obvious
discomfort at not knowing what Carla had said. With a
slight smile, now, Chastity added, "She said you're a
man who knows what he wants. And that's the kind of man
I like." charlie's expression changed. his lips curved
into an easy, self satisfied grin.
"You've been playing around with little Girls Who don't
know what they want," Chastity continued. She paused
and smiled. "I DO know what I want."
Driving to Her apartment, Chastity icily stared
straight ahead.
"So you're a prof, huh?"
"Yes."
"Coulda fooled ME."
Chastity smiled. The extra attention She had given to
that sexy, vampish act had paid off.
Inside Her apartment, now, Chastity asked him what he
wanted to drink.
"Got any beer?"
"No. How about some brandy?"
"Great," charlie replied with a kind of growl.
Professor Harsh returned with the drinks.
"Cool glasses," he said as he took one."
"They're called brandy goblets," She replied. "They
trap the bouquet."
They sat together on a thick-cushioned sofa, the
upholstery of which was a jungle of gaudy plants and
flowers.
You're a very popular fellow," She said before taking a
sip. "Your name's on all the bathroom walls." She
paused. "Girl's rooms, I mean."
charlie stared at Her, not moving.
"I didn't do nothing to Carla," he finally said, his
tone resentful.
"No one said you did."
"I didn't do nothing to anybody, if that's what you
wanna know.
They they just...you know..."
"Are confused little Girls," Chastity cut in before he
could find the right words to finish.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right. They don't know what they
want."
"And you do."
"Well....yeah," he said, somewhat smugly, and took
another sip.
Chastity laughed softly in Her throat and thought,
"Well so do I."
"Anyway," She began, "let me set up some ground rules.
If you ever want to see me again, you don't talk about
this. To ANYBODY. Is that clear?"
"Yeah, but what if...?"
"I said to NO ONE. And that includes your buddies. If I
ever find out that you told someone, I'll just deny it.
Then I'll make you wish you never had. Are we clear on
that, charlie?"
"Clear as a bell," he replied with a grin.
"Good, now... tell Me," she continued. "Have you ever
done anything ... kinky?"
The young stud grinned and let out a giggle.
"Like... like what?"
"Like tying-up-to-the-bed games," said Chastity.
"You IN to that stuff?"
"My, My," said Chastity, "I didn't know I had brought
home such a goody-two-shoes."
"Hey, I didn't say I wouldn't play!" he said,
indignantly.
Well, that's good. For a moment, there, I thought I'd
picked the wrong man," Chastity said with a sly smile.
"So ya want me to tie ya up, is that it?" he said with
a gleam in his eye.
She laughed softly. "You have it backwards," She said.
"I tie you up first."
Chastity sipped Her brandy.
"Unless, of course, you don't WANT to play."
charlie rolled his tongue around inside his mouth, then
he belted down the rest of his brandy.
"So...so what happens when I'm all tied up? he asked.
"I tease you until you're all hot and bothered," She
said. "Then I let you tie ME up."
"Y-you'd let me do that?"
"you're letting me do it to YOU," she replied. "Aren't
you?"
charlie smiled at Her for a few seconds. Then, taking a
deep breath, he said, "Okay, I'm game. But you promise
you'll let me tie YOU up, right?"
"Of course."
"By the way," said charlie, "I didn't get your first
name."
"My name is Mizz Harsh."
"Okaaaay... MIZZZZ Harsh," he replied with drenching
sarcasm.
"boy are you going to get yours," She thought, smiling
at him.
Professor Harsh had a perfect bed for spread-eagling
someone -- a solid four-poster oak. After telling
charlie to strip naked and lie with his arms and legs
pointed toward the posts, Professor Harsh took four
large black scarves out of Her top dresser drawer. As
She did, She glanced at the jewelry box on top. Inside
was Her little "surprise." She wanted to use scarves
because they would hold him down quite well, but not
harm the wood finish. First Chastity tied his wrists,
then his ankles. The only article of clothing SHE had
taken off, however, were Her shoes.
When the final knot had been made, Professor Harsh
stepped to the head of the bed, put Her hands on Her
hips, and said, "Now try to get loose."
charlie tugged lamely on the scarves.
"Come on, charlie, you can do better than that," She
teasingly scolded.
"You just wanna watch me struggle, right?" he said
jokingly.
"Of course," she said. "But I also want to make sure
you can't get loose before I'm done with you."
"See?" he said, smiling and tugging. "I can't."
"Good. Now we can begin."
For the next forty minutes Chastity Harsh stroked and
tickled every part of charlie except his intensely
erect penis, using, first, Her fingers, and, then, a
large feather. At one point, She even blindfolded him,
which really drove charlie CRAZY because he didn't know
when or where She was going to tickle or touch him.
While tickling the insides of his thighs with the
feather, Chastity said, "Do you like Me to tease you
like this, charlie?"
"Oh! Yes!" he gasped, the blindfold still on. "But-but
what about my cock? Please!... Please touch it!"
"Oh, I WILL," She replied. "Don't worry."
Chastity had stimulated the young stud so much that
beads of sweat dotted his naked, almost constantly
squirming, body.
Then She stopped.
"Well," She said, "I think I'll let you cool off a
bit."
"Wha?" he said, breathing hard.
"you need to calm down. I don't want you breaking any
blood vessels."
"But...but I'm..."
"Too hot," Chastity cut in. "I don't want your cock to
cum too soon. I want you to save it for ME." And She
watched charlie's lips curve into a wide grin. Then
Chastity just stood there for a moment or two, watching
his sweaty chest rise and fall and smiling over what
She was about to do to him once his penis had become
flaccid again --
IF it became flaccid, that is. charlie moaned every now
and then and moved his pelvis, as if he were trying to
screw thin air.
"This won't do," She thought.
"I'm leaving the room, charlie," she said. "When I come
back, I want your cock to be soft, or I won't untie
you."
charlie let out a kind of laugh mixed with a gasp.
"That's part of your game, too?"
"Yes," She replied, "It is."
In the bathroom, Chastity stood before the full length
mirror, admiring Her choice of sexy lingerie with which
to tease the, now horny, young buck. the "Frederick's
of Hollywood" catalog called it "LACE ALLURE: Alluring
swirls charm the footed stretch lace cat-suit, with low
scooped front and back, plus convenience crotch." Which
was another way of saying that Chastity would make him
"eat Her pussy" while She wore it.
Chastity smiled as She speculated on what might be
going through charlie's mind right now, lying there all
tied up, and wondering when She might return. Chastity
knew that the longer She stayed away, the more anxious
he would become. But that wa the whole point. to make
him feel just like the young Women did before he forced
himself on them!
Chastity slipped on Her black four-inch high spiked
heels and returned to the bedroom. The first place Her
eyes fell was on charlie's penis. It was limp and lying
against his thigh like a harmless turkey neck. he's
ready for "dick-banding," she thought.
Professor Harsh tip-toed to Her dresser and opened the
small jewelry box. There lay "Kali's Teeth!"
"Mizz...Mizz Harsh?" he said suddenly.
"Be patient, charlie," She replied. "I'll be there in a
minute."
"Okay."
She detected a tiny note of concern in his voice, and
it pleased Her.
Holding the opened bracelet, with its inner row of
sharp teeth, Chastity walked to the side of the bed,
leaned over, carefully took the head of charlie's cock
with one hand, stretched it, and with Her other hand,
clicked the metal bracelet on just under the rim of his
glans.
"Hey, whattaya doin'?" charlie cried, startled and
confused.
"Something that should have been done and long time
ago."
"What's... what's goin' on? Wudja put on my cock?"
Chastity pulled off his blindfold.
"See for yourself," She said.
The young man blinked his eyes hard several times,
trying to clear his vision. charlie lifted his head and
looked at the metal band around his still-flaccid
penis, his face screwed up in confusion.
"Wudja pu THAT on for?" he asked.
"you mean my cat-suit?"
"No, no I..." But charlie's words stopped dead in their
tracks the second he raised his eyes and saw what
Chastity had on. his mouth dropped open again. It
sparked an amusing image in Chastity's mind, that is,
of seeing it stuffed with a bright blue rubber ball.
"What's wrong, charlie? Cat got your tongue?"
"Wha? Oh... oh my god," he muttered, his voice dripping
with desire.
"I think it's about time, now, for you to pleasure ME,"
She said, Her tone haughty, "with your MOUTH."
***
When Chastity climbed off charlie's face after She had
cum, She noticed that his eyes were red and teary.
Whether over pain or humiliation, Chastity wasn't sure.
She WAS sure, however, that he had gotten an erection -
- several, in fact -- because of the muffled cries he
made while his face was smothered between Her thighs.
It pleased Her that he wasn't able to control them yet.
But it pleased Her even more that, in order to avoid
the pain of the "Kali's Teeth Bracelet," charlie would
HAVE to learn to control them.
"Well, charlie," said Professor Harsh, standing with
Her hands on Her hips beside the bed, "you no know how
the bracelet works."
"Please take it off," the young man sputtered, his
former cockiness totally gone. "Please!"
"Reduced to begging are we?" She said, with triumphal
sarcasm.
"Wh..Why...?"
"Why?" Chastity cut in. "Because you don't know how to
USE it properly. So we're not going to let you use it
at all," She said.
"Wh-what?"
"you can't ejaculate with the bracelet on."
charlie post could not reply to such an outrageous
statement. he just lay there, staring at Her in
disbelief.
"Erections won't be much fun either," Professor Harsh
continued.
"you'll have to learn to control them."
Her last words seemed to do the trick. his jaw
tightened and he gave a violent jerk at the scarves.
"Untie me!" he yelled.
"Is that an ORDER?" he paused.
"Please."
She smiled. "That's better. But before I do, I want to
warn you. If you so much as even TRY to touch Me, I'll
go for your crotch. And I don't think you want Me to do
that, now do you?"
charlie just shook his head.
Chastity talked while She undid the knots.
"I want you to come to My office on Monday," She said.
"It's in the Humanities Building, Second Floor, Room
Two-O Three. My office hours are Ten A.M. till Noon. Be
there at ten."
When She finished freeing charlie's arms, Chastity had
him undo the other knots himself while She, on the
other hand, returned to the bathroom to out Her street-
clothes back on.
Still naked and sitting on the edge of the bed, charlie
examined the metal bracelet that had caused him so much
agony. The stainless steel and was about a half-inch
wide. charlie grasped the, now, soft head of his penis
and stretched. To his utter horror, the entire inside
of the bracelet was lined with metal teeth. They HAS to
be sharp, he guessed, in order to have caused so much
pain. But there was no blood! None! The he saw the tiny
keyhole, similar to that found on handcuffs. Feeling a
wave of panic, he grabbed the edges of the hellish
bracelet and tried to pull the damn thing apart.
Nothing happened! he tried again, with the same result.
"It's locked, charlie, so you might as well quit
trying," Chastity said.
he jerked his face up to Her. She was standing in the
doorway, wearing what She had worn in the bar.
"So, do you want Me to take you home or do you want to
go back to 'Peabody's'..." She paused. "And brag to
your buddies?"
With a demanding whimper that undercut the demand,
Charlie said, "Where's the key?"
Professor Harsh let out a soft chuckle. "That's none of
your business. Now put your clothes back on."
he just glared at Her.
"you'd better hurry, charlie," Chastity said with a
slight smile, "or I'll make you service Me again."
Putting on his pants, charlie said, "i can go to the
police."
"And what are you going to tell them? That a tenured
Woman college professor snapped a bracelet around your
cock?" Her smile broadened. "I would love to see you
drop your pants for them. No, charlie," Professor Harsh
continued, "you won't go to the police. you'd be too
embarrassed. Besides, I would deny even knowing about
it. And if I don't KNOW anything about it, charlie,
then how AM I going to take it off?"
The young man said nothing in return but just finished
getting dressed in silence while Chastity looked on.
No one was home when charlie entered the house after
Chastity dropped him off, reminding him once more about
his Monday appointment. It was just a little after
midnight. The other guys wouldn't be dragging in till
two or three. That gave him at least two hours to try
and jimmy the lock. All he could find that might work
was a paper clip. he went upstairs to his bedroom and
locked the door. Then he took off his pants and his
underwear and, sitting at his desk, he began to wiggle
the wire around inside the keyhole. Each time charlie
wiggled the wire and then tried to open the bracelet,
his feeling of panic grew. After well over a dozen
attempts, he was sweating and shaking all over. Now,
feeling desperate, he elongated his penis as much as he
could and tried to slide the thing off. That didn't
work either. The teeth were pressing too tightly
against the soft folds of his limp dick; but not enough
to cause pain nor, even, discomfort. It seemed as if
there were no teeth at all!
After nearly an hour's worth of struggle to jimmy the
lock, charlie let out a wail of frustrated anger. he
wanted to slap the fuck out of that professor bitch.
But because of the bracelet, charlie knew he couldn't.
The safety of his cock was more important than giving
in to his rage. The bitch COULD do a serious number on
his prick if he tried to force Her to hand over the
key. That much he knew. He also knew why the prof had
singled him out. It was those bitches who had plastered
his name over the bathroom walls.
Sometime during the night, charlie heard the boys
laughing downstairs. For a split second he thought that
they were laughing at him, until he realized that
that's what they always did after coming back from
downtown. Ordinarily, charlie would be right down there
with them, that is, unless he'd picked up a foxy chick.
charlie wondered, as he lay there in the dark, how big
a lie he would tell the guys tomorrow morning. I mean,
now he was balling professors. The guys would love to
hear all the details.
"Oh shit," he whispered. "If i tell'em, and She finds
out...She'll....She'll never take it off."
he realized, now, that his lie would have to be much
less titillating. They left the bar, had a few drinks
somewhere else, he popped the question and She got cold
feet.
"So i came back," charlie whispered again, just to hear
how it sounded.
It didn't sound like him. The guys would wonder why he
didn't just come back to 'Peabody's." And because they
wouldn't believe him, they'd keep bringing it up, over
and over, knowing there was something he was hiding,
something that they wanted to know. Telling them that
the Woman's rejection had sent him home like a dog with
its tail between its legs was just too far out of
character for a guy like charlie. So the first thing
was to make his buddies promise not to tell. Then he
would give them the story they wanted to hear.
charlie was dreaming about tying the naked Professor
Bitch to Her bed an attaching four or five clothespins
to each breast and more to the insides of Her thighs,
and then, while She's squirming over the cruel
pinching, climbing up onto the bed and moving to Her
face with a rock- hard cock that needed a blow-job,
when at that moment, he snapped awake to a hard-on
throbbing with an indescribable pain. To keep from
making any noise, in fact, charlie had to stuff the
edge of his pillow in his mouth. The worst of the pain
lasted just a few moments, that is, until his cock
began to bid a hasty retreat from the prick of the
teeth. charlie removed the pillow from his mouth. he
was breathing hard and quaking with anger.
"That fuckin' bitch," he muttered under his breath, his
rage barely under control. "That goddamn fuckin'
bitch."
charlie looked at the clock. It was six-thirty. The
other guys wouldn't be rolling out of the sack for at
least another four hours. Lying there in the semi-dark,
the young man realized what he had to do. And it could
not wait until Monday.
After another two hours of fitful sleep, charlie
couldn't stand just lying there in bed anymore, unable
to play with his cock if he wanted to. he knew that he
had to go back to Professor Harsh's apartment this
morning and try to work out the problem. charlie also
realized, however, that he would need to change his
attitude, admit to the charges that appeared on the
bathroom walls. he would turn over a new leaf. In other
words, he would try to give an academy award
performance.
While in the shower (he had the whole bathroom to
himself), charlie soaped his crotch as carefully as he
could. As the warm water cascaded over his body, he
felt that familiar tingle in his balls, he wanted to
play with himself. he wanted to get an erection.
charlie figured that the soap and everything might make
the teeth slippery enough to pull his dick out of their
mean grip. he lathered up his hands real good and
squeezed the head of his pecker, then he stretched it.
But the moment he tried to move the bracelet up his
shaft, he felt the sharp scrape of the teeth and
immediately let go. With an angry desperation charlie,
then, tried to beat off in the shower. he imagined
sneaking into the Woman's place while She was still
asleep, holding the same scarves that She had used to
tie him to the bedposts. charlie, of course, pictured
Her naked. After slapping the prof a few times just to
let Her know that She'd better not resist, he secured
Chastity's hands and feet to the posts, then asked
where She kept Her candles. She refused to tell him. he
bit one of Her nipples. charlie asked once more. Through
tears, She told him.
Now we're going to play 'Hot Wax,' he imagined saying,
but even as the sadistic words passed through his
brain, the pain of the teeth hit like a sledge hammer,
doubling him over. charlie had never imagined that such
a pain could come to his prized possession, a teeth-
grinding pain, a pain unlike any other.
"i'm gonna kill'er," he said quietly, his jaw tight.
"i'm gonna kill'er."
Chastity was sitting in the love-eat in front of the
bay windows wearing Her striped robe and drinking
coffee, reading the Saturday TIMES, when the doorbell
rang. She wasn't expecting anyone, especially this
early in the morning.
When She recognized who it was through the glass-
paneled front door, She smiled. But a moment before
Chastity opened it, She clicked into a haughty mood,
wanting charlie to know right off the bat that She was
annoyed at the disturbance.
"i-i'm sorry, i..." he began.
"you ought to be," Chastity snapped back before he
could finish.
"I TOLD you when I wanted to see you."
"Yeah... yeah, i know, but-but i jes wanted to come
over and... You know...tell You how sorry i am for the
way i acted last night."
Her expression softened a bit. "Really," She said, with
some sarcasm. "I thought you acted just fine."
"Well...i mean i-i yelled at You and..."
"It's chilly standing here, " Professor Harsh cut in
once more.
"Why don't you come inside."
"Thanks, Professor Harsh," said charlie, a paragon of
politeness.
Chastity smiled. charlie's new-found manners delighted
and amused Her. If having to spend just one night in
"Kali's Teeth" could do this to a guy like charlie, She
whimsically wondered what having to spend a week in it,
or two, might do.
"Want some coffee?" She asked.
"If....If You don't mind."
She sent him a wry Grin. "This is hard for you, isn't
it?"
Naturally, he played dumb.
"Wh..whattaya mean?"
"All this sweetness and politeness. you're just trying
to butter
me up to see if I'll take off the bracelet."
charlie gave Her a pained look.
"Right?"
"But-but it hurts."
"It's SUPPOSED to," She replied, Her tone and
expression, severe. "That's why you're wearing it. Now
why don't you go sit down, and I'll bring you some
coffee."
After She handed charlie his cup, Chastity returned to
the love-seat and crossed Her legs.
"All right, charlie, now tell Me why you're REALLY
here?"
"i--i jes wanted to find out if there was somethin' i
could say or-- or do or...what i mean is, i'm sorry
about what i did to Carla. It-it was wrong."
"Well, I'm glad you finally realize that," said
Chastity. Then She sipped Her coffee.
"So--so what i was thinking i could do was .... well...
well, You know, go over to Carla's place a-and, like,
apologize."
"I think you should, too," She said.
"And then maybe if i do that you'll...?"
"I know what you're going to say, charlie," Chastity
cut in. "And the answer is no. I mean, it's nice of you
to want to apologize, but the fact is, you're going to
have to do a LOT more than that before we allow you to
cum again."
"W-we?"
"Myself and the 'Goddess Teeth Underground'," Professor
Harsh replied. "It's a militant wing of the FEMINA
SOCIETY. Our goal is to 'tag' and then to reeducate men
who We regard as Class B males. you're probably more
familiar with popular term." She paused. "Sexist pigs."
charlie could not believe his ears. he just sat there
and stared at Her.
"In your case, it was very easy to find you. your name
is in every bathroom."
Chastity calmly sipped Her coffee.
"Now...now wait a second," he began, his voice
trembling a bit.
"A- are You saying Yer not gonna take this-this thing
off?"
"Not until you've performed certain...TASKS of
atonement, as We call them."
"Like...like what?" he answered, sullen.
"Like offering your mouth to any Woman who wants to use
it," She said.
charlie said nothing.
"OR lending yourself out as an escort service for Women
who might want to do a night on the town. you'll make
sure that They get home safely if They've had too much
to drink. Which, of course, means that you would have
to ABSTAIN from drinking. And I would know if you
didn't because They would tell me," said Chastity.
"And, needless to say, all of Them will know exactly
what you have around your cock," she added. "Oh, yes,
and ah...They might want you to clean Their
apartments."
charlie's expression was hard and set. "What if i don't
wanna do it?"
"Then I'll notify our Foundress and She might want you
to pay a visit to our GODDESS GARDEN RETREAT. Or She
might just tell Me to forget about you," said Professor
Harsh. "Which means the bracelet stays on for good."
"What??"
"you'll have to wear it till you find a way to get it
off without the key," said Professor Harsh matter-of-
factly. "Which I'm sure you've tried already,
unsuccessfully, or else you wouldn't BE here."
charlie just glared at Her. The hatred was returning.
But at the same time he felt a growing sense of panic,
especially over the fact that other Women would know
about the horrible steel trap he wore around his poor
pecker. But hatred mixed with helpless panic soon gave
way to fear. his mood changed.
"Look, look please. i'll never hurt anybody again. i
PROMISE.
Jes-jes please take this off, Professor Harsh. Please!"
"you must play with your penis quite a lot, charlie, to
be reduced to begging like this. But you might as well
save your breath, because it's going to be quite a
while before you're allowed to experience sexual
relief," said Chastity.
charlie looked down at the braided rug. he grabbed for
anything he could that might make Her feel sorry for
him.
Then looking up, he said, "What if the Teeth... You
know...start to irritate my skin?" his voice was kind
of whiny now.
"They won't if you stay soft."
"But...but I CAN'T!" he said, his voice now whiny with
frustration.
"Is it hard now?"
"W-well no, but..."
"So you're wrong, charlie," Chastity cut in. "you CAN
keep it soft."
"But i'm not AROUSED."
"Good," She said, "We WANT you to learn to control your
erections when you're around Women."
"What about when i'm by myself. i mean...i mean, can't
i even...?"
"No, you can't!" Chastity snapped back. "Your
masturbating days are over, charlie. your penis belongs
to the FEMINA SOCIETY. WE'LL decide when We want to use
it, not you. Is that clear enough?"
charlie's features became all twisted up. "Y-y-you
can't do that!" he whined again.
"We just DID." She looked at his cup. "More coffee?"
he sent Her a vacant look, then looked down and shook
his head.
"So what will it be, charlie? Ejaculation with the
bracelet OFF -- when We ALLOW it, of course -- or
trying to do it while it's locked on...for keeps."
"Do You..." he began. "Do You REALLY have to tell Carla
abou-about this?"
"Her especially," Professor Harsh replied.
But-but-but if You do, S-she might..." his voice
caught.
Chastity sent him a sly grin.
"What's the matter, charlie? Afraid?"
"Well...well yeah, sorta."
"Good. Because that's exactly how Carla felt when you
forced Her to have sex. Now it's YOUR turn to be
vulnerable," She said.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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