The Constancia Compendium

Chapter One-4

Here, I will pause to explain. Boy’s p***s is adorned with dozens of gold baubles resembling gewgaws worn on a charm bracelet. Each one is attached to a small ring, which pierces the skin of Boy’s p***s. Over the years, after friends learned of Lady Constance’s enjoyment of such trinkets, gifts were made with the understanding that the donor could watch while Jasmine attached the offering to Boy’s appendage, sans anesthetic, of course.

As a result, Lady Constance’s wicked acquaintances always returned from trips and vacations with a small remembrance of the journey, which would forever be commemorated on Boy’s phallus. With the numerous friends and trips, Boy’s p***s, when flaccid, is completely covered with the small offerings, except for the head, which is entrapped by the infibulating wire tightly squeezing the frenulum. Jasmine’s handiwork becomes quite evident in Boy’s position of subservience. The long, flaccid p***s glints in the bright, hotel room lights. Small replicas of such mundane items as the Eiffel Tower, numerous classic automobiles, the Statue of Liberty, etc. can be discerned along with cleverly miniaturized bondage and torture devices. As Boy’s p***s slowly engorges itself, the tintinnabulation of the stirring trinkets amuses Lady Constance. It seems the mere assumption of the awkward position and the command to “stand” is enough to begin the process of tumescence, and a smile of self-satisfaction steadily grows as she gives the rubber bulb a brisk squeeze.

“Now. Where were we..., ah yes, my first supervision of Boy’s m**********n.

“Jasmine is quite adept with bondage as you have seen. Within a minute, Boy was freed and you can only guess where he chose to manifest his freedom. Teenage boys undergoing hormone treatment are delightful to observe. With his randiness, he could not stop himself from craning his neck forward. His nose exploring my feminine scent, and his tongue offering, in exaggerated gratitude, oral service between my thighs.

“What a feeling of power! I let him explore knowing that my scent would bring arousal. And with arousal the pain of the infibulating bar would soon have him groveling.

“Jasmine stood nearby. I remember stifling a sigh when his tongue found my young mound. Already wet from the heady feeling of power. He licked so tenderly, the clinic having trained him extensively, and it was difficult for me to retain my composure.

“But Boy was busy trying to maintain composure himself. He began to moan with the torment of his infibulation. I looked to Jasmine who nodded back, signaling the next step.

“Would you like to ejaculate for me, Boy?

“I spoke the words in as stentorian a voice as I could muster at that age. Boy whimpered, his tongue increasing its gentle and practiced endeavors.

“Jasmine drew up a small stool and sat behind Boy. A clear, glass, specimen dish was placed between his knees then her experienced fingers quickly removed the infibulating bar. I stood arms akimbo enjoying the ultimate submission of a young male.

“After a moment, Jasmine gruffly pulled back on Boy’s neck collar. He remained on his knees no longer bent at the waist. His chin was covered with my essence and although I had experienced several small orgasms, my genitalia ached for more attention. Which in time would come.

“Boy’s p***s was enormous. It’s purple head, freed of the entrapping frenulum, pointed straight up. It drooled of pre-ejaculatory fluid. Boy’s young age and hormone treatments had his testicles and prostate gland in full production.

“Jasmine began her practiced routine. The fingers of a gloved, left hand toyed with Boy’s anus. Her right hand palmed and kneaded the pink eggs swinging between the thighs. Her touch caused the mammoth erection to twitch, which in turn brought a knowing smile to Jasmine’s earnest look.

“‘You’d like to come for your Mistress, wouldn’t you, Boy? Naked. Restrained. While on your knees and before your superior. What a nice tribute to offer her.’

“Jasmine offered these words in a smooth and dominant tone. As Boy nodded, her right hand grasped the stiff p***s and slowly bent it downward. Boy grunted but remained in his position as Jasmine incredibly angled the amazing appendage down to the floor. She held it there, while her left hand continued its penetration of Boy’s sphincter. Within a minute, the flow of drool increased.

“I have since learned that the male cannot ejaculate when the p***s is held at such an angle. He can beg, squirm, gyrate, grovel..., but he cannot come.

“Well, Doctor, the flow of pre-ejaculatory fluid was impressive. Jasmine knows the male anatomy and with her trained fingers manipulating the prostate gland, it was like watching a cow’s udder giving milk. After several frustrating and humiliating minutes, Jasmine released Boy’s erection and pushed his face toward me. My thighs eagerly awaited his renewed efforts, and my scent spurred him to a most amazing explosion of sperm into the waiting specimen dish. Jasmine smiled and let his freed p***s spurt. The motions of her left hand seemed to be timed to Boy’s eruptions. Later I realized it was the opposite. Jasmine’s well-trained fingers were actually milking Boy of his essence. His untouched, erect p***s was reacting to her deft manipulation with glob after glob of semen. The dish was soon filled without a single stroke of the p***s by Jasmine! She controlled his ejaculation from start to finish, and when he finally began to become flaccid, she twisted her left hand within Boy’s backside apparently greatly increasing the pressure, squeezed his p***s between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, then drew them down the length of the shaft, ridding his urethra of the last drop of drool. It was like squeezing the final dollop of toothpaste from the tube.

“I remember laughing. Jasmine was a delight to watch, and she played Boy like a musical instrument. There was nothing she could not extract from Boy, whether it be pain, pleasure, or a demonstration of emotion. Through her talents I was empowered with total control.

“Over time, Boy learned that complete subservience and loyal oral service earned him a very gratifying draining of his fluids.”

As Lady Constance completes her narrative, Boy’s manhood grows. The shaft is engorged and the entrapped head comically appears to become smaller by comparison. Boy grimaces with the pain, the thin wire obviously abrading the sensitive, hidden head. Lady Constance merely gives the rubber bulb another squeeze, pressuring the prostate gland and encouraging more tumescence. Jasmine stands nearby smiling with Boy’s discomfort.

“I like to let him squirm a bit, Doctor. When the wire is removed, he’ll put on quite a stand for you. The inflatable plug will keep him amazingly stiff. ”

We all watch in silence for a few minutes. Lady Constance and Jasmine are amused. I am awed by the demonstration of control but use the pause to reflect and catch up on my notes.

Finally, when the mounting pain no longer allows Boy to remain in his position of subservience, Lady Constance nods and Jasmine steps to his side. The ends of the thin wire, inserted through the two piercings in the underside of his frenulum, are merely twisted together, somewhat like a bag tie. Jasmine untwists the wire, straightens it and pulls it out to the side. Incredibly, the purple head of one of the largest p*****s I have seen thrusts forth from its fleshy fold. Jasmine returns to the side of the room and within seconds Boy’s phallus stands straight up. The wet, purple head seems to be mounted on a pedestal of shiny, gold jewelry. It is massive compared to Boy’s svelte torso. The juxtaposition of the fleshy, bulbous head perched atop the long, metal sheathed shaft, standing some nine inches above Boy’s stomach, gives the appearance that Boy’s most prized possession is detached from his body. That it actually belongs elsewhere. And when Lady Constance gives the bulb another squeeze and the erection quivers in response, the viewer is indeed imparted with the impression that this most precious part of the male anatomy belongs to Lady Constance, and Boy is merely entrusted with the obligation of carrying it about for her.

“Goodness, Jasmine. He’s dripping like a leaky faucet. When was he last milked?”

Pre-ejaculatory fluid is indeed oozing steadily. The flow makes the purple head glisten then disappears as it streams under the collection of trinkets.

“It’s been nearly two months, Lady Constance. I’ve scheduled a milking for Friday.”

Lady Constance reads my mind.

“Why not observe, Doctor? You can interview Jasmine while she works him.”

The time is set. Friday morning, I will return to observe Boy’s morning inspection, his milking and interview the puissant Jasmine.

The interview concludes with Lady Constance promising to continue her chronology at another time. As I pack away my notes, Lady Constance hands the rubber bulb to Jasmine.

“Why not take him down to the chamber maid’s lounge, Jasmine. They seem to enjoy Boy’s company. And some of the new girls may not have met him as of yet. Keep him nice and hard. Use the freight elevator.”

Lady Constance arises from her chair, signaling the end of our chat.

“The help here are very good to us. I try to entertain and amuse. I also enjoy learning of the girls’ reaction. Some of them have definite dominant tendencies...”

Jasmine is slipping Boy’s testicles into the genital clamp, as I exit to the hall. I try to visualize the reception he will be given by the collection of young, female, hotel employees. “The hotel must be a fascinating place to work”, I think to myself, as the sound of a soft bell and a flash of light announce the arrival of the private elevator.