'Surrendering Malesness', Segment Two

 I lie on the changing table in the vast office of CEO Ms. Mae Mallory. Having obediently removed my shirt... mandated to be completely exposed for the procedure... I raise my arms, hands to the back of my head then lift my legs, knees to my chest in the decubitus position... as assumed by infants. It is the matronly Miss Wanda who then changes me... when she deigns to release the huge prominent pin under my navel... proclaiming my status.

In waiting I feel the twinges begin, my somatic reaction consistent with the pending humiliation, my diaper absorbing more viscous fluid. I turn my head to see the women talking, looking at the computer screen behind Ms. Mae’s desk.

Finally Miss Wanda turns and approaches, fresh diaper and moist cleansing towel in hand. She unpins, folds away the soiled garment then pulls out from under my buttocks. I sense the cooling room air on warm moist skin... and the warped thrill of exposure, baring all to a fully clad woman. She smiles, somehow always sensing my quirky joy.

“Hairless as a new born, Robert. You tell us you do it for your keyholder. But I think otherwise,” one hand smoothing about, pinching here and there enjoying her dominion as I humbly lurch and twist about in response.

The free hand then palms the compressed blue flesh of my tattooed scrotum, using it to steady me as the moist towel begins cleansing. I hate it, the elderly woman’s strict maternal care...  but a part of me thrives in it. Also bringing distress is that the women know I thrive in it.  

My nipples are swabbed, an unnecessary element of the changing, but Miss Wanda knows in my advanced state of unending chastity the nubs have become hypersensitive, smiling anew in seeing the glands crinkle to her touch.

Ms. Mae rises from her computer to join us. Standing beside Miss Wanda she smiles radiantly, my complete subordination bringing an aura of calm confidence.

“Robert, are you expecting a date later? Your anus is gleaming... lubricated,” Ms. Mae mocks.

I cringe, knowing of the source yet not having an opportunity rectify.

“It’s security, Ma’am... you know... the morning search.”

Ms. Mae smiles as she sees me squirm with the disclosure. I am sure it is she who has advised a morning cavity search be included in passing through building security. After the steel of my cock cage sets off the metal detector, each morning I am escorted to a small side room off the building lobby and stripped naked, hands pawing everywhere as I am commanded to remain motionless and each garment is examined. My cock cage is closely inspected and a mammoth black woman... lubricant and gloves at the ready... has me bend and spread... sizable fingers deeply inserted for a thorough probe of my anus.   

The security began last week and each morning the woman seems to go deeper and spend more moments within me.

I don’t think I shall ever grow accustomed to it. 

“Well Robert, your Dr. Fromm sent me an email this morning. She says your keyholder has relented and that a penis pod has arrived... tiny and pink. I have a picture of it. It will make you nice and smooth down there. Completely end all frustrating masculine thoughts of pleasing a woman other than orally... and make you able to get through security without some nasty woman stripping you naked and penetrating you with her fingers.”

The words bring both concern... for what remains of my manly pride... and strange joy.

“No more lump of hideous steel. No more searches... but I’m sure the guard would accommodate if you feel the need to submit to her.”   

Drat the women know so much of my deviance!

“You are going to schedule an appointment... to see the doctor.”

Taking Ms. Mae’s hint, Miss Wanda begins swabbing my crevice, cleansing me of the abundant lubricant. Her touch feels disturbingly good.

“Well I need to give it thought... the procedure... and will need some time off.”

“My boots can go a few days without a good licking. Take some vacation days. It is best you do it, Robert. To have a woman of competence and authority finally end the urges... the absurd notion that you will ever please a woman with your penis.”

Miss Wanda places the towlet aside and lays a clean diaper on the table. I know to curl up, further lifting my buttocks as she slips the soft cloth beneath and deftly folds over and pins in place. I am chagrined as always how warm and comfortable it makes me feel... the governing women bringing a sense of safety and protection. It’s been only three weeks in my new role, and the drudgery is becoming oddly acceptable, the tutelage of both Ms. Mae and Miss Wanda welcomed.

Rising from the table I begin to grasp my shirt to dress. Ms. Mae’s hand gestures to stop then points to the floor. I know to lower myself. Yes, her boots need licking. I must wonder if the woman in charge senses complementary joy in being so served by a nearly naked subservient male.

I go to my knees, bend at the waist and begin what has become a daily task as Ms. Mae regally stands over me running her fingers through my hair.

“No more haircuts, Robert. I’ll want your hair long and nicely styled for me.”