Chapter 5
Friday, July 7, 2006
Robert was awakened by Barbara and Sally. They tickled the soles of his feet with their fingernails, just for a minute.
"You're a very lucky boy," said Barbara, "because your real training won't begin today, not until tomorrow. Kristine has decided to indulge herself today, she'll be with you almost all of today, enjoying herself. Your rigorous training will start tomorrow. For today, only one new thing for you, and I can guarantee that you won't like it, Bobby, not at all."
She and Sally both laughed as they got him unbound and out of bed. They carried him to the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, and gave him a quick shower. After drying him off, they gave him a strawberry flavored protein drink.
"It has all required vitamins and minerals as well as protein," said Barbara, "so the rest of what you eat today is all going to be to punish you. Drink it all up."
Robert, who never had liked strawberries, said nothing as he drank it.
"Kristine got this flavor exactly because she knows you don't like strawberries," said Barbara, "and it's exactly what you'll get, every morning."
After his breakfast, Sally told him that he was going to be taken to the first of many special room designed for him. This one, she told him, was the Kneeling Room.
The Kneeling Room turned out to be three doors down the hall from his bedroom. He crawled there, naked, on his hands and knees. Sally led the way and Barbara was playfully and lightly smacking his bottom as he crawled. The derivation of its name was obvious, there was a padded platform in the center of the room with indentations clearly meant to be where his knees were to go. The platform was about one foot higher than the floor. He knelt with his knees in the indentations, needing no verbal orders, when Sally pointed to them. His ankles, projecting over the back of the platform, fit into the lower semicircles of padded stocks.
"Good boy," said Sally, "and now keep still."
The buckled broad leather straps around his calves to fix them the platform. The attached the top half of the stocks, trapping his ankles. Little leather straps on the bottom of the stocks were used to bind his big toes and his pinkie toes, splaying his toes apart and making his soles taut.
"Arms overhead," said Sally, and Robert raised his arms.
They placed his wrists in padded cuffs attached to a horizontal bar which was in turn attached to a hoisting device. Barbara turned a crank until his body was also taut, his arms pulled overhead.
"Now for something new," said Sally, smirking.
It was Barbara who showed him the device, held it up in front of his eyes. It was clear plastic, in two pieces.
"The cage portion," said Barbara, "is 3 inches long and 1 and 3/8 inches in diameter. It goes over your dick, Bobby."
Robert gulped and looked embarrassed.
"The cuff ring is the smallest size they sell, 1 and 1/2 inches in diameter. Kristine got the next larger size, too, but we both think this smallest cuff ring will fit you."
Both women laughed as Robert blushed bright red.
"Finally, Kristine got the optional spikes to go inside the cage," said Barbara. "This is the most popular male chastity device, know as the CB 3000."
Barbara inserted the ring with spikes inside the cage portion as she spoke, smiling as Robert gasped. Meanwhile, Sally used a cotton swab to dab baby oil all over Robert's penis. When Sally was done, Barbara carefully put the cage over his penis, put the cuff ring around the base of his penis, inserted the locking pin, and used a small brass padlock to lock it all onto him.
"Kristine has both of the keys," said Barbara. "It's designed to be worn 24/7. It comes with a plastic padlock for men who travel to get through airport security. But you won't be doing any traveling, Bobby, so the more secure brass padlock is fine. Even when your hands are free you can't possibly get it off, you'd only hurt yourself badly if you tried."
"There's a hole at the end so you can pee," said Sally, "but there's no room for you to get a hard-on in there. If you start to get one, those spikes will soon change your mind. They're blunted so they won't cut you, but they sure will hurt."
Both women laughed and laughed at the look on Robert's face, as he realized what the device did, and that Kristine had both keys to the lock.
Sally now put a diaper on him, concealing the device. She glanced at her watch.
"I think we have time to shave his armpits before Kristine gets here," she said.
They were just done doing that, with a safety razor and shaving cream, when the door opened and Kristine entered. She surveyed Robert from behind, nodding in approval at his strict bondage.
"Hi, Bobby, I wanted you to have a look at me before they blindfold you," she said, walking over to in front of him.
Robert gasped. She was wearing a tiny bikini, two little triangles of fabric that barely covered her nipples, and one larger triangle that just barely covered her pubic mound. She twirled around so that he could see that it had only a narrow strip of cloth in the back, exposing 99% of her buttocks.
Robert started to get excited, and screamed in pain as the hard plastic spikes dug into him. He closed his eyes and moaned.
"Eyes open!" said Kristine, and Robert obeyed.
She placed a stool right in front of his face and sat in an arm chair behind the stool. Ordering him to watch, she took off her sneakers, and then pulled off her socks, very slowly. It amused her to hear Robert scream in pain again, but keep his eyes open. Just when he calmed down, she placed her bare feet on the stool, soles right in his face. He couldn't control himself, screamed again as she waggled her feet at him.
"Very amusing," she said. "You'll wear that 24/7 until I decide to let you out. Every three days it needs to be taken off so that you can be washed, but you'll get no satisfaction on those occasions. I'll come and unlock you, and Barbara or Tamika will wash you and lock you back in. To be allowed out of the CB 3000 to play with yourself you will have to earn sufficient reward points. At some point in your training you'll be told how that can happen. But expect to be as celibate as a monk for quite some time, Bobby. Poor little Bobby, no fun for you."
All three women laughed at him. Kristine got up and patted his cheek.
"Blindfold him while I change clothes," said Kristine, as she left the room.
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Kristine retuned to the Kneeling Room wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt. She had also put on her socks and sneakers again. She put a CD of her favorite songs into the CD player and started the music.
She noted that Robert had been blindfolded. She stood in front of his blindfolded face and placed her hands near his exposed armpits. Without warning, she dug both hands in, wriggling five fingers in each armpit. Robert shrieked and howled, and then laughed and laughed.
"Hi, Bobby, I'm back," said Kristine. "You're really very lucky today, it will be a breeze for you. You experienced being tickled by 10 or 11 women back at my birthday party, two years ago, and you know how bad that is, for you, the person being tickled. Twenty hands, bare or with implements, all tickling you at the same time."
She paused in her monologue, and just luxuriated in listening to him laugh. He was beginning to get red in the face.
"But for the ten or eleven ticklers, it lacks the feedback of a solo tickling, of knowing that every laugh, every quiver, every spasm of the tickling victim is due to you, to your actions. Solo tickling is the most fun for the tickler, I think, because of the feedback, the one-to-one correspondence of my finger strokes and your reaction. You do have such a cute reaction, Bobby, the way laugh and squirm. I love to see you squirm, just a bit, in your bondage. That's why it's not as tight as it could be, just to see you wriggle futilely, a fraction of an inch."
She paused again, watching him squirm and wriggle, listening to him laugh. His laugh was weakening, and tears were welling up in his eyes.
"I'm indulging myself today, Bobby, I'm going to be your only tickler. Not as torturous for you as a gang tickling, but today is just for me, my indulgence, my celebration. I'm celebrating acquiring you Bobby, I now own you, body and soul, to play with, however I want to, as much as I want to, forever, Bobby."
Kristine smiled with pure joy, and kept digging into his armpits, relentlessly.
"You'll need to have these shaved every day, Bobby, to keep them as ticklish as possible."
She noted that tears were flowing down his cheeks now, and his laughter had been reduced to silence. His mouth still made laughing motions, but he couldn't make a sound. He had stopped struggling, and was only quivering in his bonds.
"How long have I been tickling him?" she asked.
"Only twenty minutes," said Barbara, glancing at her watch.
"I should be proud of myself," said Kristine, "reducing you to silent laughter and quivering in only twenty minutes, with my bare hands, too. I love it when you're in the jelly state, Bobby, just a blob of ticklish flesh, helpless to my touch, quivering just like a bowl of Jell-O. Barbara, let me know when I've been working on his armpits for a full hour."
With a serene smile on her face, she methodically tickled and tickled under his arms, never giving him a moment's pause, listening to the music and watching his tears roll down his cheeks from under his blindfold.
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After what seemed like years to Robert, Barbara announced that an hour had passed.
"Wipe him off with baby wipes while I go to the bathroom," said Kristine, "and give him lots of cranberry juice to drink, he's been sweating like a pig."
She left the room. Barbara got the cranberry juice and poured it into a baby bottle to feed Robert while Sally wiped off his body with baby wipes.
He was breathing almost normally when Kristine got back attacked his rib cage without warning. She used the technique that Barbara had first shown them all, both her thumbs behind his back while her other eight fingers were in front of him. She squeezed and tickled up and down his rib cage, up and down, over and over again.
His armpits still sore from the first hour of ticking, Robert now laughed and laughed uproariously from the treatment his ribs were getting. It was less than fifteen minutes, this time, for him to be reduced to the jelly state again, quivering in ticklish agony from her touch.
"What I really love about tickle torture, Bobby, is this. The recovery time isn't very long. It's not like a savage beating or a whipping that would require medical treatment and weeks to recover from, no, tickling isn't like that at all. You can be tickle tortured for hours and hours, and you will be, today, and you'll be recovered enough to go through it all again tomorrow. Yes, and the day after, and the day after, forever. I just love that idea, that I have a large enough staff of Keepers for you, so that you never get a day off. Never. Agonizing tickle torture, every single day, and no rest for you, Bobby, none at all."
She once again smiled with joy and listened to the music as she tickled and tickled his ribs, content to watch his tears flow and his body quiver.
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"It's been an hour that you're working on his ribs, Kris," said Barbara.
"Ah, thanks, I wanted to leave time for his feet before lunch," said Kristine.
She stopped tickling his ribs, put a cushion on the floor behind his trapped feet, and sat down to go to work immediately. Picking up three plastic forks in each hand, she began to stroke the length of his taut soles.
With no break, Robert stayed in the jelly state, quivering and sobbing noiselessly, in tickle hell. This is much worse than the birthday party, he thought. At least then I could look forward to Monday morning, to freedom. She means this to be forever. I have to find a way to escape, he thought, as the tickling sensations in his soles drove him crazy. They went on and on, tickling him to new levels of hysteria, endlessly.
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"May I say something to him?" asked Barbara.
"Sure, go ahead," said Kristine.
"I just wanted you to know, Bobby, that Sally and I work four days a week, all 24 hours of those days, as your Keepers. We'll be working Thursday to Sunday, with the other three days off. Tamika and Janice do the same, but Monday to Thursday. That's one of the reasons you'll dread Thursdays, Bobby, all four keepers on duty. Even when there's only two of us, you'll never be left alone. Both will never leave you at once. There is no hope of escape, Bobby, none at all. You are Kristine's property, body and soul, and will remain so, forever. I just wanted to make sure that you knew that, as she tortures you, that you are hers to torture, any way she sees fit, any way her whims dictate, for the rest of your miserable life."
"That was a beautiful speech, Barbara," said Kristine, "and I'll bet that tears of despair are combining with the laughter induced tears now flowing from his eyes. I think he's just beginning to understand what his new life is going to be like. Guess what, Bobby? There are more surprises in store for you, and you won't like any of them, I'm sure of that."
"Oh, another hour has passed," said Sally.
Kristine now dropped the plastic forks and dug into his soles with her fingernails.
"I just want to feel your tender, tender soles with my bare fingertips," said Kristine, "just for a minute. Such soft feet, such a joy to tickle. I'm sorry to end this session, but I really have worked up an appetite. I'm going to have a big lunch."
She stopped tickling him, and got to her feet. She removed his blindfold. She came around to stand in front of his face. She waited until his laughing and crying subsided, until he was breathing almost normally and clearly alert again. She reached under her T-shirt and pulled out a gold chain that had been hidden under it. The chain had two tiny keys on it.
"See these keys, Bobby? They are the only keys to the cage on your dick. I am the keyholder, the only keyholder. Think about that, Bobby. Think about how it hurt you so much when you had an erection looking at my soles. Do contemplate the fact that only I can unlock your dick. Pretty soon, you will be eager to please me, to make me happy, to make me like you. Pretty soon, you will be pathetically eager to serve me, to make me feel kindly towards you. Never fear, Bobby, you will be given opportunity to serve me, to amuse me, to please me. In fact, it will be your life's work."
Kristine tucked the chain with its keys back under her T-shirt. Robert saw that the white T-shirt had two lines of text on it, in blue. The top line, in letters two inches high, said "BirPaFo Sisterhood" and the bottom line, in letters slightly smaller, said "Founder and Owner."
"Get him cleaned up, feed him lunch, and set him up in the Throne Room for me," said Kristine, as she left the room.
Robert then noticed, for the first time, that Sally and Barbara were wearing T-shirts that resembled Kristine's. They were also white with two lines of blue lettering. The top line, in letters two inches high, also said "BirPaFo Sisterhood" and the bottom line, in letters slightly smaller, said "Keeper."
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Robert was taken back to his bedroom to be given a quick shower and a new diaper over his CB 3000. Lunch was peanut butter, licked off of Barbara's filthy left sole, and more cranberry juice from a baby bottle, fed to him by Sally. He was ordered to speak, and thanked them both profusely, of course.
They had him crawl between them to the Throne Room, which turned out to be next door to his bedroom, in the same direction down the hall as the Kneeling Room. The reason for the name was again obvious, there was a huge throne in the center of the room. It was built of mahogany, and was quite beautiful. It had a high back, comfortable arm rests, and the seat was high enough off the ground so that a tall woman, like Kristine, could sit in it comfortably. But the wide seat itself was V-shaped.
Robert soon realized what the indented seat was for. He was ordered to kneel in front of the throne. His ankles were cuffed and the cuffs locked to rings in the floor. His head would easily reach the indentation of the V. He was surprised when they left his hands free.
Kristine entered the Throne Room, still in the same T-shirt and jeans, but barefoot. She sat down on the throne, her groin inches in front of Robert's face, her legs spread in a V-shape.
"You two may go have your lunch now, and don't come back until I send you a text message."
Barbara and Sally left, and Kristine got up from the throne. She removed her jeans and then her panties. Robert closed his eyes tightly.
"No, no, Bobby, open your eyes," said Kristine, laughing. "If I didn't want you to see my pussy, then I would have had you blindfolded. You did reasonably well eating my pussy two years ago, and you were blindfolded and didn't have the use of your hands. I expect you to do better using your fingers and your mouth, being able to see what you're doing. In time, I expect you to learn to do it superbly. I'm going to have very high standards, and I'm going to be quite angry with you when you don't meet them. For today, just do the best that you can. I won't judge you today, I'll just enjoy myself."
She sat down on the throne, spread her legs, and said, "Begin, Bobby."
Robert used his fingers first, stroking her outer labia, then parting them, then stroking her inside. He leaned forward and applied his tongue. He used the same alphabet system that he had back at the sorority house, a to z, 0 to 9, A to Z. He used his fingers to stroke her outer labia and thighs as he licked. Soon she was getting quite wet inside, and he licked faster.
Kristine took off her T-shirt, and dropped it only the floor near her jeans. She was not wearing anything under it, she was now naked. She began to rub her own nipples, slowly, then faster.
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"It's close, yes, don't stop, yes, now, Yes! ... Keep licking, I need after play, decent job, Bobby, that was a decent job."
All that work for just "a decent job"? Robert was disappointed, but kept on licking. He hoped she didn't want three climaxes today.
"Keep going, Bobby, that was only my first orgasm. I do hope that your dick isn't being spiked inside that plastic cage, Bobby."
Not likely, thought Robert, I still don't like doing this, I still don't like the taste, it will never excite me like your feet do. I'll just lick until my tongue falls out.
"Use your hands more, Bobby, that's why they're not tied behind your back. Stroke my thighs again, all over my thighs, stroke my mound outside as you lick inside, do it all the time, Bobby, no rest for your hands."
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By the time she had had her third orgasm, Bobby's fingers were numb and his tongue was sore. He made no complaint as he kept licking and stroking in the after play of the third climax.
"Oh, how sweet, how lovely, my own little pussy eater, willing to eat me all day long, all night long, any time I want, always licking me. Alright, Bobby, you can stop now, I'm satiated."
Robert withdrew his hands and mouth from her private parts and waited. Kristine leaned over and picked up her jeans, taking a cell phone out of the back pocket. She tossed her jeans back on the floor. She sent a one word text message to Barbara, "Done."
A minute later, Barbara and Sally entered the room. Robert was shocked that Kristine hadn't gotten dressed. Indeed, she hadn't moved, and was still sitting on the throne with a pleased look on her face.
"Get his face cleaned off, and set him up in the Spanking Room for me. I want to give him a spanking before dinner," said Kristine.
As the other two women unlocked his ankle cuffs, Kristine noticed the look of utter amazement on Robert's face.
"What is so surprising, Bobby? Am I more beautiful than you thought? Do you think that I'm ugly now that you're seeing me naked? Tell me now," she ordered.
"You're incredibly beautiful, like the goddess Athena," said Bobby, "but that's not surprising, your body is just as lovely as your face and your feet. I guess I'm just amazed that you sit there naked and don't care that Ms. Russo and Ms. Chambers see you. I mean, they're interested in women in that way."
All three women laughed.
"You're so naive, Bobby, sometimes I wonder if you're really 24 years old. I'm straight, and they know that, and they're a couple, a devoted, loving couple to each other. What difference does it make if they see my body? Women aren't so visual as you men, with you everything is appearance. Barbara used to see me in the locker room, before and after basketball games. So what? I don't care."
To emphasize the point, Kristine got up and stretched to her full height, hands high above her head, exposing every bit of her lovely self to the gaze of all three of them. Bobby screamed in pain as the spikes inside his penis cage poked into him.
"Point proven," said Kristine, "now follow them."
Robert crawled on his hands and knees behind Barbara and Sally, out of the room, as Kristine sat back down on the throne, still stark naked.
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The Spanking Room turned out to be right next door to the Throne Room, between it and the Kneeling Room. It was smaller than those two rooms, but it did have its own bathroom. They washed off his face for him in the bathroom, and removed his diaper. Then they brought him out to the Spanking Room.
There were only two things in it, a large supply cabinet, which was closed, and an apparatus that stood on four sturdy legs. The two front legs were padded and had rings and straps attached.
Robert was ordered to stand and to walk up to the front legs of the apparatus. His ankle cuffs were locked to rings in the base of those legs. Leather straps were buckled around his legs at knee level, binding them to the legs of the apparatus. The main section of the apparatus was a rectangle of wood, covered by leather, which rose at a 45 degree angle from the top of the front legs.
Robert was ordered to bend at the waist, and he noticed that the front legs were just the right height so that he could do standing flatfooted. A leather strap was buckled around his waist, binding it to the lower end of the rectangle.
Cuffs were placed on his wrists, and he was ordered to raise his arms above his head, but on the rectangle. He did so, and his wrists were locked to rings at the upper end of the rectangle. Robert, now locked in place at the ankles, knees, waist, and wrists overhead, realized that his buttocks and his back were exposed and vulnerable. He shivered, even though the room was warm.
Barbara tickled his ribs and Sally tickled his underarms while they waited for Kristine to show up. They tickled him relentlessly, without a break, enjoying their work. He was red in the face and laughing uproariously when Kristine entered, five minutes later.
"Excellent, I was sad that he was getting such a long break as I soaked in a hot tub after my afternoon delight," said Kristine. "Don't stop, tickle him more, you seem to be having fun. Tickle him into the jelly state, at least. I certainly enjoy watching."
Kristine stood and watched them for another 20 minutes, until it was clear that Robert was indeed in the jelly state, quivering, sobbing, and laughing silently. She motioned for them to stop, and they did so.
"Bobby, you are about to get the worst spanking of your life, so far. But I'm telling you now, the day will come when you beg me to give you a spanking twice as long as this one, and twice as hard. I'm going to begin with 250 spanks, quite hard, but only using my bare hand. I expect you to scream and cry, but remember, not a single word out of you."
She got into position, and began to smack his bottom with her open palm, quite hard. He did five spanks on each cheek, alternately for the first hundred.
His bottom got quite red, but he didn't cry out. For the next hundred, she hit him with all of her strength, keeping the pattern of alternating fives.
"Ow. Ow. Ow!"
That was clearly enough to break his silence, but he wasn't crying. She did the last fifty on his upper thighs, as hard as she could.
"Ow! OWW!!"
Tears welled up in his eyes, but didn't overflow. She went to the supply cabinet and came back with an oval leather paddle. The handle fit her large hand conveniently, and the oval part was about 15 inches long and 5 inches wide at the center.
"This paddle doesn't look too intimidating, Bobby," she said, holding in front of his eyes so he could see it. "It looks less threatening than the wooden sorority paddle you've experienced, but it has a metal strip inside the leather. I can guarantee that it will hurt more than that paddle. You'll get another 250 now, with this paddle."
She got into position for the paddling, and began at the top of his left buttock. With the first stoke, he howled in pain. She went down his left buttock, down his left thigh almost to the strap holding his knee, across to his right thigh, and up to the top of his right buttock.
By the end of this first circuit, which took twenty stokes, he was sobbing like a baby, and howling in pain. She did it again, and again, and again. She made one more circuit, the fifth one, and then paused.
She came around to Robert's head, and held the leather paddle to his lips.
"That was the first hundred strokes with the leather paddle. You have 150 yet to come. Kiss the paddle. Kiss it a lot, and I may have pity on you."
Robert kept sobbing, but kissed the paddle ten times.
Kristine went back behind him and said, "When I had the Dean of Students to worry about, I couldn't mark you. That was two years ago. There's no Dean of Students now for you to run to. You don't have any bruises yet, but maybe you will."
She began to beat him harder. His bright red bottom soon had a small bruise on the right cheek, and then two more on his thighs. His screams were pitiful, and he cried like a baby.
"That's only 180," said Kristine, "still 70 to go, but I guess I will take pity on you. I suppose those are your first bruises ever from being spanked."
It took Robert about five minutes to stop crying. Kristine waited patiently, standing again at his head with the paddle.
Without a word, she placed it near his lips. He kissed it over and over, at least twenty times, until she pulled it away from him.
"You may speak, Robert. Be aware that I can reinstate the 70 spanks, or I could even decide to start over again from zero, and give you the whole 500, all with the paddle."
"Thank you ever so much for taking the time to spank me and correct my bad behavior, Ms. Hansen." said Robert. "I fully deserved it, and I fully deserved the last 70 that you spared me. You are an angel for taking pity on me, and I am ever so grateful to you for that kindness."
"That's very touching, Bobby," said Kristine, as she tickled him under the chin. To Barbara and Sally she said, "Clean him up, put ointment on his bottom, and feed him dinner. Then set him up in the Rack Room after dinner for his evening tickling session. You two can tickle him senseless while you're waiting for me."
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Robert expected peanut butter again for dinner, but it seemed that Kristine had remembered that he also didn't like oatmeal. So his dinner turned out to be cold oatmeal, licked of both of Sally's filthy soles.
"All of your keepers will go barefoot when on duty," Sally told him brightly, "both to make your meals less pleasant and to tease you."
The ointment that they put on his sore behind felt good, and the diaper that they put on him made him feel good, it meant he wasn't going to be spanked again soon. He followed them on all fours to the Rack Room, which was right next door to his bedroom, but in the opposite direction down the hallway as the Kneeling, Throne, and Spanking Rooms.
Inside the room there was a rack with foot stocks at one end, just like the one that he had been on in the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house. He was ordered to stand up and lie down on it, and he did do. He was surprised to find that a soft pillow had been placed on the rack right under where his sore bottom would be resting.
In just a few minutes, he was secured in the rack and stretched taut, his ankles in the stocks and his toes tied back.
Barbara smiled down at him, and asked, "What were you surprised about, Bobby? Tell me now."
"This pillow," said Bobby, "I would have thought you'd laugh at my sore ass being pressed into the hard wood when you stretched me out."
"Oh, Bobby," said Barbara, "Kristine only wants you to be in pain for punishment, not when you're going to be tickled. It would distract from the tickling sensations and lessen her enjoyment of tickling you insane. Besides, it makes your ribs stick out more. Kristine's likely enjoying a long dinner, so we'll keep you amused while we wait."
She began to tickle his rib cage, squeezing and tickling with great gusto, while Sally sat in a chair by his feet and began to rake plastic forks over his taut, sensitive soles. Robert laughed and laughed, and his face turned bright red, as red as his bottom had been earlier.
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They had had Robert in the jelly state, quivering and quaking in his bondage, crying, laughing silently, for about twenty minutes when Kristine came in at 8pm.
"Sorry to be so long, I was having lobster tails and filet mignon," said Kristine, "and there's plenty left for you downstairs."
"No problem at all," said Sally, "it's been fun tickling the crap out of him while we waited."
"Take a long dinner and a break," said Kristine, "come back here promptly at 11."
They both left for their dinner, and Kristine sat down at his feet. Using three plastic forks in each hand, she began to rake them over his soles. Since he had had almost no break, Robert was still in the jelly state, quaking with silent laughter as she worked his soles over. She smiled with contentment as she tickled him, plugged her iPod earphones in, and listened to some songs. After ten songs I'll move up to his ribs, she thought.
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Kristine was having such a good time watching his toes twitch and his ankles quiver that she kept tickling his feet through fifteen songs. Finally, she got up and cracked her knuckles at his rib cage.
She began to tickle his ribs, methodically, going up very slowly from the short ribs to the collarbones, then back down, then up again, and so on. It amused her to touch his diaper every once in a while and feel the plastic penis cage inside it. Knowing that the only keys were around her neck made her feel warm and excited inside. She tickled his ribs with enthusiasm, for ten full songs.
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Kristine decided to climb up on the rack to tickle his armpits. She first turned off her music. Then she did climb up onto the rack. She sat on his chest, letting her legs stick out over the sides of the rack. She dug both her fingers in under both arms, tickling him ruthlessly. It amused her to see the tears streaming down his cheeks from close up. There was desperation in his eyes as he laughed silently.
"Aw, poor little baby, does this tickle? Just a tiny bit? Am I tickling you? Poor little Bobby. I'm going to keep right on tickling you, for quite a while longer, until 11 o'clock, I think. I love this, Bobby, I just love it. I love tickling you insane. I think I'm going to find out if that's just an expression, or if it can really be done. You're going to be tickle tortured every day, by me or your Keepers, over and over again, at least two long sessions a day. We'll see if that actually drives you to madness in a year, in five years, we've got all the time in the world, all the time we need, Bobby. My tickle toy, my plaything, my pet, my own little ticklish blob of flesh, quaking and quivering in ticklish agony. Oh, you have no idea how much I love doing this, Bobby, how much I enjoy it, how much I've looked forward to this day. Blink twice if you're listening to me, Bobby."
Robert blinked twice. Kristine leaned forward so that her eyes were inches from his, and looked right into his eyes. She kept right on tickling his armpits as she spoke to him, never stopping, not even for a second.
"Listen carefully, Bobby, I'm going to tell you some very personal information about myself. I told you I was straight earlier today, and that was the truth, I've never had any desire for sex with women. But I don't have much use for men either. I hated fucking the first time I did it, age 19, at Sherman. A late start because I didn't like the idea of it much, a man penetrating into my body, and I found that I liked the reality even less. It was with a cute guy, a guy I liked, too. It was just that it seemed to be all about his orgasm, his pleasure, his penetration, not about me at all. I had boyfriends over the years since that first time, at college and since, but I always fucked them as an accommodation, not wanting to do it, and they ate my pussy in the same way, as an accommodation. You, on the other hand, are going to learn to love eating me, learn to crave doing it, learn to crave giving me pleasure, with no thoughts whatsoever about your own. For your own good, you had better learn that, Bobby."
Robert managed to nod his head yes, he hoped with enthusiasm, even as he was still laughing silently and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Good, Bobby, that's the right spirit. Show the right spirit at all times, serve me well, obey me instantly at all times, and I may occasionally take pity on you. If it amuses me to show you pity, that is."
She paused in speaking, while still tickling under both of his arms. She lifted her head up and was no longer staring directly into his eyes.
She stopped tickling his underarms and got off the rack. She sat down back at his feet and put her music back on. She resumed tickling his soles with plastic forks in one hand, and his toes with a stiff toothbrush in the other hand. She happily worked his feet over for a solid hour.
After that, Kristine tickled his knees, his thighs, his belly, his ribs again, his collarbones, his neck, under his arms again, and finally settled back at his bare, sensitive soles. She was humming to the song in her ears when the door opened and the two women came back.
"Hi, Kris, it's five minutes to 11," said Barbara.
"Oh, thanks, I had lost track of time, I was having so much fun. I think he's in a total stupor now, tickled senseless for maybe the last hour. Give him a shower, have him brush his teeth, and get him into bed. I'll come by his bedroom to say goodnight to him, stay there and don't blindfold him until I do."
********
Robert was soon enough back in his bedroom, secured in his straightjacket and the ankle stocks in his bed. Barbara and Sally were both tickling his soles, one at each foot, while they waited for Kristine.
"Well, Bobby," said Kristine upon entering the room, "I hope you enjoyed your first full day here. The tickling was a bit light, as I explained, because I wanted to indulge myself as a solo tickler. Starting tomorrow, we won't be that easy on you. There are a few rooms you haven't experienced yet, but you will. And I'll begin judging you tomorrow as well, as will your Keepers. You're going to be on the demerit system, and you'll find out that it's very bad for you to accumulate a dozen or more demerits, very bad indeed. It will go easier on you if you have the right spirit, Bobby, the right attitude. You showed a glimmer of that in the Rack Room today, of a good attitude. So I'm going to give you permission to speak in a moment, and I want to hear from you what your attitude here will be, Bobby, as my pet, as the tickle toy of the Birthday Party Forever Sisterhood."
She came over to him and leaned down, looking directly into his eyes again, from just inches away.
"Speak, Bobby."
"Ms. Hansen, my attitude is that I will earnestly seek to please you in every way that I can, in every way that I'm ordered. I will try to amuse you and make you happy and satisfied with my service. I swear, I really will."
"Very good, Bobby. I don't quite believe that you're sincere now, but in time I'm sure that you will be."
She blindfolded him herself, patted the plastic penis cage beneath his fresh diaper, and then tenderly kissed him on the forehead.
"Good night, my pet."
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Four Keepers instead of two woke Robert up, all four of them tickling his feet with plastic forks for five minutes.
Oh no, thought Robert, four of them. It was the first Thursday of his captivity, the seventh full day. He remembered that he had been told four Keepers was one reason he would dread Thursdays and he wondered what other reasons would turn up in the course of the day.
After being removed from the bed and straightjacket, he drank his strawberry protein shake for breakfast. Kristine come into his room, which hadn't happened since Monday. It was for the same reason as Monday, She took the gold neck chain with the keys off of her neck. She unlocked the brass padlock on his CB 3000 and removed it, handing the padlock to Barbara. She put the necklace with the keys back on.
"Wash his dick when you give him a bath this morning. Be sure to put baby oil on it before you lock it back in the cage. Set him up in the Magic Box Room after his bath."
Rats, thought, Robert as Kristine left, the Magic Box Room is ghastly. He had been taken there only once before, it was three doors from his bedroom, two doors past the Rack Room.
Barbara and Sally tickled him just a little during his bath, and they made sure to wash his penis. They also shaved the stubble from his armpits, which had first been shaved bare back on Sunday. His armpits were indeed shaved every morning.
After drying him off, Sally daubed baby oil onto his penis using a cotton swab. Barbara locked the device back on him, and checked that it was secure and that the lock was indeed locked.
"Excellent," she said after her inspection, "now I couldn't let you out even if I wanted to. Only Kristine has that power."
With a fresh diaper on him, he crawled with all four of them to the Magic Box Room. Its name came from the large box in the center of the room, which resembled the boxes that stage magicians used for the cut-a-woman-in-half trick. It had a hole for his head to stick out at one end, and two holes for his feet to stick out at he other end.
But it was different than the boxes that stage magicians used. For one thing, it was one solid box, not two halves that cold be pulled apart later for the illusion that somebody had been cut in half.
Second, there were five straps inside the box to be buckled around him, holding him motionless.
Third, there were ten little metal rings in the box above the holes for his feet, so that all his toes could be tied back. That would make his soles taut and vulnerable.
Finally, there was an extension of the box under the hole for his head. It was padded, and supported his neck and head from below. It also had a wide leather strap that could be locked over his forehead to immobilize his head.
The four women soon had him placed in the box, buckled, tied, and strapped. They closed the lid of the box.
"Open your mouth," said Tamika, and Robert did so. She inserted the Whitehead gag into his mouth.
"Bobby," she said, "I shouldn't have to tell you to open your mouth. I told you on Tuesday, your first time here, that we always use that mouth-spreading gag here. You should open your mouth for the gag without having to be told, as soon as your head is locked into that hole. I'm giving you one demerit."
She took a little notebook out of her pocket and made a notation. She showed the notebook to Barbara.
"Fifteen demerits already," said Barbara, shaking her head sadly. "Poor Bobby."
A cold chill went down Robert's spine, but he still didn't know what these demerits meant. He could only imagine that it would be very bad.
Kristine entered the Magic Box Room and got two Q-tips from the supply cabinet. She sat down in a chair next to Robert's head and began to stoke the Q-tips all over the roof of his mouth. He howled and shrieked before settling into steady hard laughter.
"Why don't all four of you do his feet," said Kristine.
The four Keepers all sat down in chairs near his soles, picked up plastic forks in both hands, and began to rake them all over his soles. They chatted with each other as they did so, Tamika and Janice talking about what they would do on the coming weekend, and Barbara and Sally talking about what they had done on their three days off.
Robert heard none of the conversation at his feet. The tickling sensations were agonizing, eight forks raking his soles, two Q-tips on the roof of his mouth. He was laughing silently after just ten minutes, quaking feebly inside the box. He was going mad with the tickling, and he knew it would go on and on, Kristine was telling him so.
"Oh, Bobby, this is so much fun, driving you insane by tickling your most sensitive spot, the roof of your mouth. I just love doing this, and there's all the time in the world, to just tickle you and tickle you. This particular session will go on until it's time for your lunch, Bobby, for three more hours. Isn't that nice? Aren't you just overjoyed for me, that I'll have fun for three more hours?"
She waited for him to nod, but he just laid there with tears running down his cheeks.
"Give him two demerits for not nodding 'yes' to my questions," she said.
Tamika had to stop tickling him for a moment to record that in the notebook.
"That makes 17 demerits," she remarked, and then resumed tickling his sole.
The five of them tickled him without a pause, without any mercy, until he was in a stupor, utterly senseless, a ticklish blob of jelly, quivering and sobbing.
When noon finally came, Kristine said, "That will be all for now. I'll be waiting in the Massage Room for him at 1:30, have him there ready to work."
********
While Kristine went off to have her own lunch, the four Keepers got Robert out of the box and back to his bedroom. They had to carry him, since he was still senseless, utterly limp in their arms. They have him a quick shower, and he was alert again by the time they dried him off.
Without needing to be told, Robert laid down on his back so that an armchair was straddling him. Janice got into the chair, and Tamika spread peanut butter on her right sole. She placed it near Robert's mouth.
Again without needing orders, Robert began to lick her filthy sole, licking with vigor to be sure to get every speck of peanut butter. At size 12, there was a lot of sole for him to lick.
"I never used to go barefooted," said Janice, "but it is more comfortable. I'm getting to like it, not just because it's part of the job."
"I always loved going barefoot," said Barbara, "I went barefoot at college until the first snow every fall, and from March onward, if there was no snow on the ground, every spring."
"Didn't the guys at your college make fun of your large feet? They're almost as big as mine," said Janice.
"Size 11," said Barbara, "and one guy did. Spring of freshman year, the middle of March, about 40 degrees outside, I was the only one walking barefoot in a group of us going to the library after our history class. He said, 'Yuck, what huge ugly feet.' I kicked him in the stomach, hard, and he went down on the ground, moaning. I planted one foot on his chest and pressed down, hard. I looked down at him and said,'I could have kicked you in the balls. I'll do that to the next guy who insults my feet. Now apologize.'"
"What did he do? Did you get in trouble?" asked Janice.
"No, I didn't get in trouble, he never reported it, probably too embarrassed to say that a woman had knocked him down. He didn't apologize, either, though, he just kept his mouth shut, and I did need to get to the library, so I walked away. Enough people saw it that nobody ever said a word about my big bare feet again."
Robert had finished licking off the peanut butter by the end of this conversation, and Janice inspected her foot to be sure it was all gone.
"He's done a good job, no demerits," she said.
Sally fed him two baby bottles filled with cranberry juice, and they let him use the bathroom before having him crawl behind them.
The massage room was between the Rack and Magic Box Rooms. It was the only room that could be described as normal, there being no bondage equipment in it. Kristine was waiting for him there, in a reclining chair, barefoot.
"Right on time," said Kristine. "You four can have your own lunches now, and take a break. I'll text message one of you from the Throne Room later."
The four women left, and Robert crawled near to Kristine's feet and waited for orders on his hands and knees.
"Begin on my left foot," she said.
Robert began the massage, concentrating on rubbing her feet just the way she liked it.
*********
As always, Kristine pressed the sole of the foot he wasn't massaging into Robert's face as the sign for him to stop. He did so, and crawled back, waiting on his hands and knees again. The massage had lasted just over an hour.
"That was only a C, Bobby, you really have to try harder."
Robert's face fell. He had gotten B's the past two days. A grade of B meant no demerits, a C was one demerit. He had never gotten an A, and wondered if that would cancel a demerit.
"I'll report the demerit to Tamika later so she can record it," said Kristine. "You may now show your affection towards me, no more than ten kisses on each sole, and keep it chaste."
Robert crawled forward and kissed her left sole five times, with closed lips, from the heel to the base of the toes. He then kissed each toe pad, reverently. He did the same for her right sole. He crawled backward and waited.
"You will never be allowed to lick my soles again, Bobby, that is a privilege that you have lost forever. You'll do plenty of sole licking for your lunches and dinners, though." Kristine laughed at the thought of Barbara's heavily callused feet, always dirty from going barefoot. She got up and put a leather collar around Robert's neck.
She led him by a leash to the Throne Room. There she removed all of her clothing and sat down on the throne, spreading her legs.
"Good boy, Bobby, you're learning self control. You're not screaming form the spikes in your plastic cage at the sight of me. Do you not find me lovely any more? Speak."
"Very, very lovely indeed, Ms. Hansen," said Robert, "but I've learned to worship you instead of feeling lust. I've learned to channel my feelings into utter devotion and worship, so I don't get sexual thoughts."
"Such a devoted pet, very good, Bobby. Now get to work, I feel really lusty myself today, and I want lots of orgasms."
Robert went to work with his hands and tongue, the collar still around his neck.
********
It was nearly 6pm when Kristine finally told him to stop. His fingers felt numb and his tongue was very sore. He crawled back from the throne and waited on all fours.
"That was borderline, between a B and a C, Bobby. I did like your statement about worshipping me, so I'll be kind, and call it a B. No demerits."
Robert smiled. Kristine got her cell phone from her pants and sent a text message to Barbara. Within a minute, all four Keepers arrived in the Throne Room.
Kristine made a point of getting up and stretching, revealing her whole gorgeous body to the Keepers.
"I'll be taking a long hot bath," Kristine said. "Feed him dinner now, and set him up in the Pedicure Room. Liz is due at 8pm."
Robert was mystified, he didn't know who Liz was, and he had never been to the Pedicure Room.
"Oh, and he gets one more demerit, Tamika," added Kristine.
Tamika recorded the one more demerit in the notebook, and Barbara led Robert by the leash back to his bedroom to have his face cleaned and to have dinner.
********
The Pedicure Room turned out to be four doors away from his bedroom, just beyond the Magic Box Room. It had a chair such as might be found in a nail salon for giving pedicures, but the chair had been modified. Numerous leather straps were on it to bind the person sitting in it at the waist, chest, elbows, wrists, thighs, and calves. A set of ankle stocks was fixed in the floor in front of the chair, currently open.
"Whenever we enter this room, which will usually be on Thursdays," said Barbara, "you are to go sit in that chair and wait for us to strap you in. Put your ankles into the lower half of the ankle stocks and put your arms on the armrests to make it easy for us."
Robert hurried to do so. Soon Sally was swinging the top half of the ankle stocks into place and locking them, as the other three women buckled all the straps to secure him to the chair. There was a basin near his feet, Robert saw, and a sink in the room. There was a cabinet near his feet, too, which he presumed held all the supplies needed.
An Asian woman came into the Pedicure Room. Robert saw that she was wearing a T-shirt quite similar to the ones his Keepers always wore. It was white with two lines of blue lettering. The top line said "BirPaFo Sisterhood" and the bottom line, in letters slightly smaller, said "Staff." She wore jeans and sneakers. She seemed to show no surprise at seeing him dressed only in a diaper bound to the chair.
"Hi, Liz," said Barbara.
"Hi, you're looking great," said Sally.
"Good to see you again," said Tamika. "This is my girlfriend, Janice. Janice, this is Elizabeth Kim, also from Sherman College, our sorority sister, class of 2005."
Liz and Janice shook hands and exchanged greetings.
"I'm in law school now, near here in Dallas, but I'm also an experienced pedicurist. I worked summers in my mom's nail shop all through college," she explained to Janice.
Turning to Robert, she said, "I'll be here every Thursday night at 8pm to give you a pedicure. Not to paint your nails, Kris hasn't ordered that, but to make your soles as soft and smooth as a newborn baby's."
Liz then filled the basin with hot water and put it back near Robert's feet. She began by washing them,sneaking in little tickles as she worked.
"Oh my, he is ticklish," she remarked.
"Too bad you missed Kris' birthday party two years ago, or you'd have seen that before," said Barbara.
"Sorry that I missed it," said Liz, who had finished washing his feet and was now cutting his toenails. "I had a lot of studying to do that weekend." She went back to her work.
When it came time to do the exfoliating, Robert went crazy as Liz used the special brush on his soles.
"He's more ticklish than the schoolgirls I pedicured in the summers! This is a lot of fun," said Liz.
"Go ahead and keep using the brush," said Janice, "we've got lots of time before Kris wants him in the Spanking Room."
Liz needed no further urging. After the exfoliating was done, she continued to scrub his soles, one at a time, holding his toes back with her other hand. Robert was laughing so hard now that tears flowed down his cheeks. His face was red, and he struggled in his bonds.
"Maybe you would be interested in dropping by other evenings when we tickle him insane," said Barbara.
"I sure would," said Liz, "you can count on it. Now that I see now ticklish he is, I'd love to explore his whole body. I'll probably be by at least one other night a week."
"Just tell Kris a day in advance, and come by as often as you want. Tickling him into a senseless stupor is what we do often around here," said Barbara.
Liz kept tickling his feet for an hour after the pedicure was done, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. Robert had been reduced to the jelly state, only quivering.
"Just tell Kris that I'll be here every Monday night to help tickle him, and some weekends when I can spare the time," said Liz. "I'll always give notice on Thursday when I can come for the weekend."
As Robert regained his breath, still bound in the chair, Liz said her good-byes to the four Keepers and departed.
********
After making the long crawl done the hallway all the way to the Spanking Room, Robert got up and into position without being ordered. He put his legs against the front legs of the apparatus, bent at the waist, and extended his arms up the slope of the rectangle.
"Good, you're learning," said Barbara. "Making yourself ready for bondage is part of your training. You are to seem eager to be bound in position in any of the rooms for the purpose intended. It's one of the ways that you will show your total obedience and total surrender."
The women soon had him bound to the apparatus. They stood back in silence, and Tamika took out her notebook. There attitude was eager, and Robert didn't like it, they weren't chatting casually as usual. He realized that something new was going to happen, and that they were all eager to see it. That couldn't possibly be good, he thought.
The anticipation in the room heightened as Kristine entered.
"His pedicure went well?" she asked.
"Yes, he cooperated like a lamb," said Barbara, laughing at the pun on his name. "Liz was overjoyed to see how ticklish he is, and spent an extra hour tickling him. She wants to come help us tickle him every Monday night, and some weekends when she can spare the time."
"Excellent," said Kristine. "I'm sure she'll have a lot of fun doing it, too. Now to more painful matters than tickling."
A heavy silence come over the Keepers, broken by Tamika.
"He has 18 demerits," she said, consulting her notebook.
"18 is more than 12," said Kristine. "Bobby, any Thursday that you have 12 or more demerits, I will chastise you and reduce the number by the largest multiple of 12 that I can. Today, you will get 12 strokes and have 6 demerits left on your record."
Only 12 strokes, not bad, thought Robert, remembering his 180 smacks with the leather paddle which had metal inside. He hadn't liked that, neither the first time it happened nor the next, but only 12 strokes should be easy.
"Get me the implement," said Kristine, "and show it to Bobby."
It was Sally who moved first, with glee in her eyes, to the supply cabinet. She got the cane that Kristine had told them would be used. It was one of a dozen identical canes in the cabinet. She brought it in front of Robert and showed it to him. He gasped in horror.
"I'll let that pass, Bobby, but never gasp like that again. It will be two demerits if you do," said Kristine.
"I'm rather a traditionalist when it comes to caning, and I believe in symmetry. You will always receive the same number of strokes on each side of your body, that's symmetry. It will always be a multiple of six, that's the British schools' tradition. What you're looking at is a traditional crook-handled British school cane, the second smallest of four sizes. It's called the Office Cane, because it was most often used in the Headmaster's office. It's 5/16 of an inch thick and 30 inches long. It has a snap to it when used properly, and I've been trained to use it properly, hours of lessons from the best dominatrix in Fort Worth. The only smaller size is the Nursery Cane. Consider yourself lucky that I didn't go for the biggest, the Disciplinary Cane. That's 3/8 of an inch thick and a yard long. It was only used for the most serious offenses, and only on the older boys. Mistress Xena recommended against it for a short guy like you."
Robert was shivering with fear and cold sweat was running down his back.
"Kiss the cane, Bobby, kiss it twelve times," said Kristine.
Sally held it close to his lips, and he kissed it a dozen times. At a motion from Kristine, she brought it around to her.
"Barbara, you count the strokes," said Kristine. "Bobby ought to do it, but he's such a wuss, I know he won't be able to. No point in asking a mouse to haul a horse carriage."
Kristine then calmed herself and got ready. Just as she'd practiced, both on a leather dummy and on one of Mistress Xena's submissives, she swung it with medium strength, hitting near the top of Robert's left buttock.
The pain was worse than anything Robert had ever experienced. He screamed at the top of his lungs. A horizontal weal was on his bottom, almost but not quite parallel to the ground.
"One," said Barbara.
"Ah, I can never get them perfectly horizontal," said Kristine.
She swung again, and there was second blood-curdling scream, and a second weal, almost parallel to the first, about two inches below it.
"Two," said Barbara, and Robert was now crying uncontrollably.
The third stroke fell, and Robert's scream was truly pitiful.
"Three," said Barbara.
The fourth stroke made a weal just at the top of his left thigh, and the fifth stroke about two inches under that.
Kristine altered her stance slightly, and swung harder than before.
Robert's scream set a new record for sound, and there was a vertical weal, crossing the first five neatly.
"Six," said Barbara.
"Wow, that's cool," said Sally.
"Mistress Xena would have made the first five perfectly parallel to the ground, and the sixth one extend just as far above the first as below the fifth. I did sloppy work," said Kristine.
She moved over to be in position to cane his right side.
"He's trying to talk," said Janice.
They all listened carefully, and Robert seemed to be trying to talk through his sobs.
"Shut up, Bobby, that's two demerits for trying to speak," said Kristine.
Robert went back to crying only. Tamika got out her notebook and recorded the two demerits.
Kristine swung, going back to moderate strength. She made a weal horizontally near the top of Robert's right buttock. His scream seemed to be lower in volume.
"Seven," said Barbara.
Strokes eight through eleven made more horizontal weals, and Robert was crying so hard that he hardly could scream much.
Kristine shifted position for a vertical swing, and swung with increased strength.
Robert managed to scream quite loudly, not quite as loud as after the sixth stroke.
"Twelve," said Barbara.
"Remove 12 demerits," said Kristine to Tamara, and she wrote in her notebook.
"Let's adjourn for a few minutes to let him stop crying," said Kristine, and led the way out of the Spanking Room to the lounge across the hall. She was still holding the cane.
Robert had never been on the north side of the hall, only in the eight rooms in a row on the south side of the hall. There was a huge luxurious lounge on the north side, with a jacuzzi, a sauna, a bathroom, and a kitchen, complete with a well-stocked refrigerator. The main area had comfortable chairs and couches, and a huge entertainment system, featuring a gigantic flat screen TV.
"That went well," said Kristine tapping the cane on the floor as she sat in a reclining chair. "I think he needs to stew in his own pain for about 20 minutes."
"That was so cool," said Sally, "the pattern of it, five across and one down."
"The cross stoke is harder, and it goes over already injured tissue. He won't forget those two cross strokes, not as long as he lives," said Kristine.
"How long until he heals?" asked Barbara.
"He'll be in pain on his bottom for days," said Kristine, "but the weals should be healed by next Thursday in a young guy like him."
They all laughed at the thought of her caning him again next Thursday.
"I wonder if there'll be an immediate change in his behavior?" asked Janice.
"I would think so, now that he knows what the demerits bring," said Barbara.
"Yes, now I expect him to give superb foot massages and give great head," said Kristine, "that's the whole point. At the very least, he'll try a lot harder."
They listened to music for a while, and then Kristine announced it was time to go back across the hall. She handed Barbara a tube of ointment.
Robert was only sobbing softly as they came back into the Spanking Room. Barbara rubbed the ointment in his badly bruised bottom, and he winced.
Kristine came around to his head, and presented the cane to his lips. He kissed it twelve times without a word being spoken.
"Very good, Bobby. Now speak to me, and you had better say what I want to hear, or you will get 5 demerits. Speak."
"Thank you so much for giving me the caning that I deserved, Ms. Hansen. I want to learn to serve you properly, and I needed to be disciplined because I fell short of your expectations. I thank you again for doing that."
"That's will do for thanking me for today's caning, Bobby, but I want you to make a statement about all future Thursdays. You're in danger of getting those five demerits. What do you ask me, make that beg me, to do to you every Thursday?"
"I most humbly beg you to cane me every Thursday that I have accumulated the demerits to deserve it, Ms. Hansen. Please discipline me this way every future Thursday."
"Very well, Bobby, it's a tough job, my shoulder is a bit sore, but since you beg me to do it, I will cane you most severely every week at this time, whenever you have 12 or more demerits."
She patted him on the cheek, and asked Tamika, "How many demerits does he have left?"
"He started with 18, he got two for trying to speak, that's 20, then 12 were subtracted for the caning he received, so he's got 8 demerits now."
"Give the notebook to Barbara, you and Janice have three days off starting at midnight," said Kristine.
The Keepers untied Robert from the spanking apparatus, and he collapsed to the floor in a heap.
Kristine sat in a chair, unimpressed.
"Don't be such a wuss. British schoolgirls used to get 12 strokes from that size cane and went back to class five minutes later. You may crawl over here and show your affection for me, no more than ten kisses on each sole."
She extended her legs so that her sneakers were on the backs of their heels, soles exposed. Robert kissed the sole of each of her sneakers ten times, chastely and reverently.
"Now show your affection for all of your Keepers, the same way."
She motioned for Janice and Barbara to sit down, as the others already were seated. They all extended their legs as Kristine had, feet on the backs of their heels, so that their bare soles were exposed. Robert crawled to each one in turn, and gave ten reverent, chaste kisses on each sole.
"Out of kindness to you, Bobby, because you're such a pitiful wuss, softer and weaker than a 13-year-old schoolgirl ought to be, you won't be spanked again until Sunday. Put the wuss to bed."
She left the Spanking Room, and the Keepers soon carried him away to his bedroom.
********
Robert's days settled into a routine, a regular routine, with some surprises. The surprises were almost always unpleasant.
Elizabeth Kim was true to her word, joining the tickling sessions every Monday night, tickling him herself every Thursday during and after his pedicure, and staying in the house to join his Keepers about one weekend per month.
Dr. Helen Chen came to examine him on Saturday, August 5. She pronounced him quite healthy, and said he could most certainly be caned every Thursday.
"So what if he gets some permanent marks on his rump eventually? Nobody will ever see him but members of the Sisterhood," she said.
She didn't quite look professional in her T-shirt, which said "BirPaFo Sisterhood" on the top line, and "Staff Physician" below.
"Some priests have stayed celibate their whole adult lives, don't worry about keeping him locked it the plastic cage," she said. "His skin is fine with the cleaning and baby oil every three days, it's perfectly healthy."
She stayed until Sunday evening, gleefully helping to tickle torture him. She promised to come back the first Saturday of every month.
"Not that he needs a check-up that often, but it's such fun to tickle him insane, I'll be back every month, sometimes with my sister Judy."
Judy's T-shirt, when she did visit for the first time on September 2, just said "Guest" on the second line.
On September 19, Robert got his first grade of A in cunnilingus. Kristine actually hugged him and cuddled him, she was so happy with the orgasm he had given her. She told him an A was worth one reward point, and an A+, if he ever got one, would be worth two. Reward points were a separate account that she kept herself, she told him, and did not cancel with demerits. When he got ten reward points, she promised, he would be given the chance to redeem them. She didn't say anything further, but Robert hoped and prayed it would mean unlocking him from the chastity cage.
Two unpleasant surprises came on Friday, October 13. It was enough to make him superstitious. First, Kristine was there when he woke up. She told him that it was no longer enough to have his armpits shaved every day, she wanted him clean of all body hair, all hair below the neck.
"I want you as hairless as a newborn baby, below the neck, that is," she said.
His Keepers used wax kits so they wouldn't have to shave him every day. It hurt like hell to have the wax pulled off, taking his hair with it, but they did it as often as they needed to, to make him hairless, which made Kristine happy. She loved his infantile appearance with no body hair all. They waxed his pubic area every three days, when the chastity cage was off for his washing and baby oil application.
The second unpleasant surprise was a dentist. They had been making him brush and floss every day, but now he had to be examined by real dentist. She was a Tau Sigma Lambda sister, of course, Dr. Martha Wells, from Michigan State University, class of 1998. She wore an appropriate T-shirt and examined him in the pedicure chair, bringing portable dental equipment with her. He needed no work, happily.
A routine visit from a dentist wasn't so bad in itself, but Martha turned out to be a very sadistic tickler, insatiable in tickling him. Her dental practice was in Dallas, so she was soon coming by two or three nights every week, and staying in the house some weekends as well. She delighted especially in tickling the roof of his mouth, she couldn't get enough of that, she cackled at him like a witch as she did it.
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It was on Thursday, December 7, that Robert realized that, for the second consecutive week, he would not be caned. He had gone from 3 to 7 demerits last week, and from 7 to 10 demerits this week. It was the first time ever that he had two weeks in a row off from caning. He was surprised when they took him into the spanking room after his pedicure. The previous times he was due no caning, they had taken him to one of the tickling rooms.
Robert got into position to be bound, and said nothing as they bound him to the spanking apparatus. Kristine came in, and got behind him. Sally brought the cane out of the cabinet, and held it to his lips. He kissed it twelve times, not knowing what else to do. Sally went over and handed it to Kristine. Robert tensed, but said nothing.
"Very good, Bobby, you just passed a test," said Kristine.
She dropped the cane, came forward, and tickled his thighs and buttocks with her fingernails. He laughed as she continued for only about five minutes.
"If you had protested, said, 'Hey, wait, I don't have 12 demerits,' then I would have doubled your demerits, from 10 to 20, and proceeded. Also given you two more for speaking. But you wisely kept your mouth shut. Demerits are for us to keep track of, not you. I knew very well that you have only 10, but it's not your place to remind me of anything or correct me, ever. Well done, my pet."
She tickled his ribs, under his arms, his neck, and under his arms again, for about half an hour. It was not all-out tickle torture, just playful tickling, and he laughed out loud the whole time.
"Keep up your good service, and maybe your canings will get down to once a month, who knows. I'm very proud of you."
She gave him a five love taps on each buttock with her bare hand.
"You women can take him to any of the tickling rooms and tickle him until his bedtime," she said. "I have a treat for him first."
She removed a small dark chocolate bar from her pocket and unwrapped it. She fed it to Robert one square at a time. It was the first food that he had enjoyed since early July.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Kristine was sitting on the throne, just having had her fourth stupendous orgasm. She motioned Robert to move back, and he crawled back a step.
"That was truly excellent, Bobby, your first A+, four wonderful climaxes, well done."
Robert smiled at her, truly overjoyed.
"You had nine reward points, Bobby, and now you have eleven. We only discuss redemptions on Thursdays, after your caning, if you get one, but in the Spanking Room in any case. If I remember correctly, you have only 3 demerits as of this moment."
Robert knew that he had four, but kept quiet.
"Very good, Bobby, you know never to correct me. You have four, of course. So likely you won't get a caning tomorrow, and we'll discuss what a redemption is, and how you can gain permission to get one, with no caning beforehand."
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Robert was calm when the four Keepers led him to the Spanking Room. He still had only four demerits. When he got up and got into position to be bound to the spanking apparatus, Barbara told him to wait on his hands and knees instead. All four of them sat in chairs.
Kristine entered and sat in a chair also.
"This redemption meeting is called to order," she said. "Robert, you have eleven reward points. Ten of them can be redeemed for this reward: Ten minutes alone in your bedroom, free of all bondage. 'All bondage' includes the plastic cage that your dick is in. For those ten minutes, you would be free to jerk off. Would you like to do redeem ten points?"
"Yes, I would, Ms. Hansen," said Robert, quite sincerely.
Kristine took the chain off her neck and teased Robert by dangling the two keys in front of his face.
"Redemptions may take place only on a Saturday night, after your dinner. I'm a traditionalist, see, sex on Saturday night. But first we have to have a vote, and it has to be unanimous, 6-0. Otherwise you keep your points, unredeemed, until the next meeting. Meetings can only be with all of us present, on Thursdays. Is that clear, Bobby?"
"Very clear, Ms. Hansen."
"Remind us all how long you have been locked in the chastity cage, Bobby."
"Six months and four days, Ms. Hansen, since July 7."
"I promise to always vote 'yes,' Bobby, since I'm the one who decided that you deserved the reward points in the first place. I'm recording your own vote as 'yes' as well, obviously. So it's 2-0 so far. Now it's your Keepers that you have to convince to vote for you also. Go ahead, grovel and beg. You may speak freely until the vote is done."
Bobby got down from his hands and knees to being flat on the floor. He crawled on his belly to the first chair, the one closest to him.
"Ms. Russo," he said, "I most humbly beg you to vote 'yes' on my behalf. I have nothing to offer you, since I have nothing. Please have pity on me."
Barbara put one bare foot on his head, and pressed down, squashing his face into the rug. She smiled down at him.
"You really are so cute when you beg. Alright, Bobby, I'll vote 'yes.'"
She removed her foot from his head, and he crawled on his belly to the next chair.
"Ms. Chambers," he said, "I most humbly beg you to vote 'yes' on my behalf. I have nothing to offer you, since I have nothing. Please have pity on me."
"Lick my dirty soles, twenty licks on each foot, and I'll vote for you, Bobby," said Sally.
Robert gave twenty licks to each of her soles, their full length, from the back of her heels to the tips of her toes.
Sally nodded to Kristine that she was satisfied, and Robert crawled to the next chair.
"Ms. Lincoln," he said, "I most humbly beg you to vote 'yes' on my behalf. I have nothing to offer you, since I have nothing. Please have pity on me."
"Your really are quite a pitiful creature, Bobby," said Tamika. She got up and got the leather paddle with the strip of metal inside it. She sat back down.
"Raise your bottom in the air, and beg me for twenty hard spanks, Bobby," she said.
Robert raised his bare bottom to her, and said, "I most humbly beg you to spank me hard, twenty times."
That was enough to made his bottom medium red, and cried out several times by the end, but he didn't move, staying in position for her.
"Okay, I'll vote yes," said Tamika.
Robert crawled to the last chair.
"Ms. Foster," he said, "I most humbly beg you to vote 'yes' on my behalf. I have nothing to offer you, since I have nothing. Please have pity on me."
"Well, I'm not so sure," said Janice. "Probably I'll vote 'yes,' but first you have to prove to me that you deserve it. Hold still."
She left the room, and soon came back with a bottle of water, a small candle, the kind used on top of birthday cakes, and a book of matches. She wet the bottom of the candle in her mouth, and stuck it right into Robert's bottom, as if it were a rectal thermometer. She lit the candle.
"I'll say when it's burned down far enough," said Kristine, "I don't want my pet having a permanent scar from a burn."
"Of course," said Janice, "he is your pet."
The women laughed as hot wax dripped on Robert and he made little cries of pain. It was quite close to his hairless bottom when Kristine said, "Far enough!"
Janice poured water on the candle, dousing it. "You're a good sport, Bobby. I will vote 'yes.'"
"Six votes 'yes,' it's unanimous," said Kristine. "I'll come to your bedroom at dinner time on Saturday, Bobby. You four can set him up in the Kneeling Room now, I want to tickle him until his bed time, with all of you helping."
Robert was smiling as he crawled down the hallway following them.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Robert was still licking his dinner, cold oatmeal, off of Janice's soles when Kristine came to his bedroom at 6:30. She sat down and waited as he finished licking. She just watched as Barbara fed him two baby bottles full of cranberry juice. She only spoke after he had drained the last drop and been ordered to thank them.
"Crawl to your bathroom, Bobby, and take off your diaper and pee. Don't put on a new diaper. Crawl back to me when you're done."
He obeyed her, and waited patiently on his hands and knees in front of her, naked except for the CB 3000 locked onto his penis.
"Toss him on the bed, on his back," said Kristine to Barbara and Sally. They easily picked him up and did so.
Kristine came over to Robert and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. She took the chain off of her neck and used one of the keys to unlock the brass padlock. She removed it and gave it to Barbara. She removed the locking cuff herself, which she had never done before, and went on to remove the plastic cage. Robert had an immediate erection. Kristine handed the two plastic pieces to Barbara.
"You have ten minutes from the time we all leave the room and I close the door behind us. It's been so long for you that it likely won't take you nearly ten minutes, Bobby."
Kristine took off her sneakers, and then slowly removed her socks. The socks were quite grimy, soiled with her dried sweat. She tossed the socks on the bed. Robert's erection reached new lengths.
"You may use those if you wish, to smell or to rub yourself with. Don't worry about getting them dirtier, go right ahead and enjoy."
Barbara and Sally left his bedroom. Kristine, leaving her sneakers behind and walking barefoot, left last, closing the door behind her. She glanced at her watch.
Robert gratefully grabbed both socks, holding one against his nose and rubbing the other one up and down his shaft. He exploded in a huge orgasm in just two minutes. It was not very satisfying, more of just a relief from the tension and pressure. He relaxed and waited for their return.
The three of them entered the room, Kristine now wearing clean white socks. She sat down and put on her sneakers.
"Throw those socks in the trash," she told Barbara, "and lock him back up in the chastity cage. Then set him up in the Magic Box Room, both Martha and Liz are already waiting there, to help you tickle him insane."
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
"That was a clear A+, Bobby, the best you've ever done for me, in fact," said Kristine, sitting back on the throne.
Robert crawled back a step, and waited on his hands and knees.
"You're back up to 8 reward points already, and you haven't been caned in weeks. I think I want to hear what you have to say about things in general, Bobby. Speak freely."
"I'm doing a lot better, yes, and I think I know why," said Robert. "I truly want to please you. Whether it's massaging your feet or eating your pussy, I want to please you for its own sake, not just for the reward. My greatest desire is to make you happy, to give you pleasure. I want that more than anything in the world, I worship you, I truly worship you."
"I believe you, Bobby, your actions prove that you're sincere. But you still don't want to be tickled, do you?"
"Umm, honestly, no, I hate it, I really hate it."
"You'll never love the tickle torture, Bobby, that's why it's called tickle torture. But I hope to get you to the point some day that you want to be tickled without mercy, just because you know that it amuses me. Start thinking about that, Bobby."
"Yes, Ms. Hansen, I'll think about it."
"From now on, Bobby, we'll have these chats each time you earn an A+ here in the Throne Room. Oh, and I'll tell you a secret, Bobby, if you promise that you'll never tell your Keepers."
"I promise, Ms. Hansen."
"The secret is, don't worry about the reward meeting votes by your Keepers. They're under orders to humiliate you or torture you a little, but to vote 'yes' always. And it does you good, it's good for your character, to have to grovel at their feet, one by one."
"Thank you, Ms. Hansen, thank you ever so much."
"Is there anything you want to tell me, Bobby? I don't want a laundry list, just one thing."
"I am so grateful that you tossed me your soiled socks to use during my reward, Ms. Hansen, ever so grateful."
Kristine laughed and laughed at that. Then she bent down and got her cell phone to send a text message to Tamika, 'done.'
Friday, March 23, 2007
Robert had been given permission to speak freely after receiving another A+ in the Throne Room.
"I've come to want to be tickle tortured when you're one of the participants, Ms. Hansen. It's agony for me, but it's a gift to you, the only gift I have to give you, my voluntary consent to what I'm forced to endure anyway. But it's genuine, I'm really willing to suffer endless tickle torture, as long as you're there doing it, or even watching it, because it amuses you, because it pleases you."
"Excellent, Bobby, I'm very glad to hear that. And when your Keepers, possibly with help from the BirPaFo Staff or Guests, are tickling you insane, but I'm not there?"
"I have to tell the truth, then it's just torture, if you're not there."
"There's something you don't know, Bobby. Wait here for me."
Kristine got up, stark naked, and left the room. Robert was dumbfounded, what could she be getting to show me, he thought. He waited on his hands and knees for about fifteen minutes.
Kristine came back with a portable DVD player and a handful of DVD's.
"All of the eight special rooms on this floor have hidden cameras, Bobby. I can watch what goes on live, or look at the recordings and save them if I want to. Let me show you some prizes from the collection."
They looked first at his first caning, back on July 13 of the previous year. Robert cringed to watch it.
But the second DVD was a tickling session from a Sunday in November 2006. It took place in the Kneeling Room. Kristine was not present, but Barbara and Sally had help from Helen, Judy, Martha, and Liz. The six of them had tickled him for five solid hours, driving him into the jelly state and keeping him there, utterly relentless, utterly without mercy. Kristine and Robert watched about half an hour of the five hours, segments that she had bookmarked to see over and over again.
"I use these when I'm alone," said Kristine, "when I want to masturbate. It pleases me greatly to know that you're being tickled tortured constantly, even when I'm too busy to do it myself. It pleases me greatly to know that it's done at my orders. It pleases me greatly to watch the choice scenes while I use my vibrator."
"I understand," said Robert, "I truly do. You don't have to show me more scenes. I volunteer for it all, for all the tickle torture that you want to order, you present or not. It is my gift to you, to volunteer for it, to be tickle tortured every day, for your amusement, for your pleasure, in person or recorded. You are my goddess, I worship you totally and absolutely."
"Very good, Bobby, very good. If you're serious about that, truly serious, then I'm going to plan a ceremony, a ceremony of commitment. It wouldn't be for a while yet, not until December. It will involve a gift from you, a one time gift of pain, for you to be marked as mine, as my property. You don't have to decide now. Think about it, think hard, and let me know when you've decided."
"All of my Keepers have a tattoo, or more than one. You've got one yourself, the rose above your ankle. They sometimes talk about getting them, it hurts, but not that much, they say. I'll gladly be tattooed for you."
"Not just a tattoo, Bobby. If you decide that you really want to be mine, of your own free will marked as my property, then you'll be tattooed in some places, and in one other place, branded."
Kristine let that sink in. Robert was silent.
"If you want it, if you truly want it, then you will have to beg me for it, beg me to brand you as mine, mine body and soul, by your own free will. Let me know when you've decided."
