As stated, I will be posting a series of vignettes continuing the exploits of Robert... Roberta Probert. If you have not read the three part story 'Prominence' these epilogues may not seem to flow.
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At the Cabot Estate
Roberta Probert attempts to look at the bright side of her new regimen of servitude. At least she does not have to endure the unbridled humiliation of parading about the office of Benchmark Oil... garishly attired, bells ringing, ringed testicles flashing. Or worse being walked completely nude by the firm leash hand of aspiring dominatrix Edie.
No, though her mandated nakedness continues, at least such is in the quiet privacy of the Cabot ancestral mansion. And no leash! Though the protocol of being fettered by the long testicle chain resumes.
‘I want you always reminded of your status, Roberta. It’s important for you,’ Master Harriet Cabot tapping the well coifed hair on her head as Roberta presses to snap closed the small padlock of the restricting chain. ‘And you’ll feel better.’
Roberta found herself agreeing, in silence. Feminine governance became more and more appreciated during her many days of serving in the pink tent of the Zolanda drill site. Men can be beasts in demanding sexual gratification! No males at the Cabot Estate.
Roberta feeds a batch of clothing into the dryer then reloads the washing machine, the drudgery of maid service ironically welcomed, receptive to boredom after the past few weeks.
She recalls her last visit to Benchmark Headquarters, the conflicting emotions... the glee of finally being released from the penis cage, the accomplished hand of Leona Parsons to ply her skills in ending many months of denial. Versus the subjugation and distress of being stripped naked before so many eyeballs... and then endure the ignominy of having his manhood become a training implement for the dilettante Edie.
‘Stroke... then twist... always keep the erection pointed down. That forestalls ejaculation, Edie. A man only comes at a woman’s behest. That’s important to establish. Yes, that’s good. Now another stroke... slowly... the timing is yours no matter the squirming or the begging. Free hand under his balls. Rub the perineum... another erogenous zone. Perhaps a squeeze to the testicles... yes... right then left. Firm, let him know who’s in charge... yes... that’s it... but not too painful. Your message will come across with a simple squeeze or two.’
Leona Parsons’ directives are burned into Roberta’s hippocampus. Within minutes the girl became masterful, not only learning of the foibles of the male reproduction process... the stimulation needed for both continuing arousal and denial... but so much enjoying. Such a wicked smile in withholding ultimate release!
Puppet and puppeteer.
Roberta adds detergent, sighing to herself in memories of the distant satiation as a finger flicks the start button for another load. He... she... got off... she consoles herself. Ultimately, at Edie’s command, shooting ropes of thick semen to the carpeting of Leona’s office... Miss Jabari, Miss Harriet, Miss Leona cheering as months of pent up male essence spewed forth. Such ecstasy....yet so quick... evanescent.
Then thoughts of the resulting tranquility and satiation fade. Ice, flaccidity summarily returned, the cage... young hands deftly handling his maleness with impunity, the small but sophisticated lock clicking closed, returning her to chastity.
Despite the numbing ice, the return to the confinement of the cage and the harsh spikes within brought futile words of protest, earning a chorus of laughter and a response from Miss Harriet.
‘Take the pills, Roberta. The end will come slowly, but it will come. Two hundred milligrams... twice daily.’
Laundry under control, Roberta hears commotion above. She grasps the slim chain limiting her movement, not to stray from the house, and heads for the stairs. A new Master will be joining the household. Leona Cabot, within months expecting the arrival of Chester Mark junior, is moving in to join Master Harriet at the Cabot Estate.
Bells ringing... earrings, nipples and testicles... Miss Harriet insisting that Roberta sonorously announce her subservience... she ascends to the main floor. In taking the steps Roberta can feel her anal plug and the squishiness of abundant lubrication. Such bring the unwanted twinges within her penis cage. Thankfully ice is always at the ready in the kitchen.
Roberta realizes such continuous impalement can be curtailed, slipping away the stout egg of rubber when Miss Harriet leaves the house. But such would need to be replaced with Miss Harriet’s return. Plus there is acceptance in being made receptive to pegging. Roberta has come to understand her needs... for humility, for pleasing others, for prostate manipulation. And there are prospective stints in the pink tent, Benchmark’s promiscuous recreation program for isolated roustabouts. One needs to remain supple.
