'A Summer at the Phipps Estate'

Continuing the saga, a fifth short story following 'Transformed', 'Maid Service at the Phipps Estate', 'To Reign at the Phipps Estate', 'The Gynecocracy of the Phipps Estate'. This story may stand on its own for those who have not read the first four segments.

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Prologue - Redmond Richards

I stand as directed in what I am told is a specimen room. As always, I am naked, the paradigm for the so termed beta male demanded by my benefactress Miss Taylor Phipps extended beyond the plush historical mansion of the Phipps Estate. I am also gagged, my mouth filled with an inflatable rubber pouch, my throat deeply penetrated, the gag reflex teased and in need of  constant suppression. Though my penis is freed, my elbows bands are clipped together behind my back, immobilizing my arms for the most part, perhaps a straying hand able to touch my penis... but I dare not try.  

The summer begins, no law classes. With no academic pursuits Miss Taylor has mandated that I will not lazily strut about the house and grounds of the Estate. And since my stepmother has sold the family home and is traveling extensively, I cannot return to where I grew up in California. Therefore summer employment has been arranged... and I am most apprehensive. For I am to subordinate myself to the staff at the clinic. The facility has no official name... none that I know of... but is euphemistically referenced as a place for boys who want to be girls!

My apprehension is well reasoned!

Yesterday, upon arrival, I was led to this elaborate medical room where I surrendered my clothing. I suppose I should have been heartened when I found that a pretty young nurse had the key... perhaps a duplicate key... to my formidable Steelworxx chastity device. Hands obediently going to the back of my head as so often dictated when naked in the presence of a woman, I parted my feet to present my male package. My steel neck collar and the matching steel bands about my biceps just above the elbows went unnoticed as the nurse unlocked me and with aplomb slid away the cock cage... not quite as quickly and easily as Miss Eve... but with a knowing hand... smiling as the bulbous tip of the catheterizing tube brought the usual discomfort in exiting my urethra... my flinch deemed to be amusing.

Graciously the control ring encircling my penis and scrotum was also slipped away, the posts ensuring snugness unscrewed. Thus I was presented to the pretty nurse for inspection... my only covering the humbling steel loops of Miss Phipps’ permanent bondage.

Of course I hardened for her, penis steadily engorging, the injections and ongoing chastity fostering a physical need, the many months of training at the Phipps Estate imprinting on my psyche the demand to politely offer the tribute of a firm erection to women of authority.    

She commented, the size of my penis impressing, stating that most beta males at the clinic were very much undersized. Otherwise my stiffness was ignored... certainly not discouraged... but as with my nakedness, curiously acceptable... considering the girl’s age.

Yes young... yet so experienced in handling the priapic male.

She commanded... smiling but firmly insisting... that I present my hands.

When I did, about my thumbs came small steel bands, similar to hose clamps. Such were tightened with a special device, the knuckle to hold in place. When completed I noted such held  small rings. More implements of bondage!

Next I was led to a chair, to be described as that found in the office of a gynecologist, and strapped in place, laying back with thighs, legs and feet in stirrups... parted to the extreme. Thereafter, the nurse examined me, her touch knowing, no part of my hairless body escaping her palpating fingers. It was embarrassing... it was humiliating... yet it so much thrilled... the hardness of my penis not wavering as I was made to submit to her... warm hands palming my testicles... thumbs rubbing about... my plums seeming to become a treasured sacrifice.

‘So nice, Redmond. So big... so strong... yet so meek and eager to yield to me. I hope you enjoy your summer here... I know I will.’

With a final acknowledgment, that the doctor would soon visit, she departed, leaving me to curse my demented reaction. She excited me... and she knew it... knew of my predilection... knew of my joy in offering myself... and used it for her enjoyment. 

So I just lied in the chair, feet well above my head, the exposure extreme, my thoughts rambling wildly in fright... so well bound, forced to fully succumb to the doctor of the clinic... for boys who want to be girls... 

My thoughts are interrupted when another nurse enters...