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hold the key. I need
to shave you first.” Nathan looked away as she trimmed his pubic
hair down to a sixteenth of an inch with the electric trimmer.
Tufts of coarse pubic hair wafted down onto the sheet.
    “Rinse off in the shower and lather up while
I get rid of this sheet.” Nathan tempered the water, stepped in the
shower, and washed his cock and balls. His cock looked longer and
bigger without all the hair. She sat on the toilet cover and shaved
his stiff penis and scrotum with short, precise strokes, rinsing
the razor in the sink, tapping it against the side. She rinsed and
dried him.
    Nathan stared as she removed a clear,
penis-shaped plastic piece from the box. “This is just temporary.”
Bridget held it up as Nathan’s erection wilted. “We’ll get a
stainless steel model after the trials. She studied several rings
and selected one, pressed his scrotum through, one testicle at a
time, and pushed the device over his penis. She mated the piece
with the pin on the ring and slipped a tiny padlock through the
ring. Nathan stared as terror and erotic humiliation battled inside
him. He started to get an erection. The hard plastic shell pressed
against his skin and stopped it.
    “How long will I have to wear this,
mistress?” he asked meekly.
    “I’ll take it off to clean you and on the
rare occasion when you’ve earned an orgasm, but otherwise, 24-7.”
She looked down at him, clearly taller in four-inch heels and him
shoeless. “Come with me. Seeing you shaved and emasculated has made
me horny.” She led Nathan to her room by the hand and took the
collar out of her drawer. Nathan’s face flushed hot as she buckled
it around his neck and his penis pressed tight against the hard
plastic shield, blocking the blood trying to flow into it.
    “You may undress me, slave .” The
meaning of the word sent a surge of adrenaline through his body.
She stood beside the bed as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed
it. She stepped out of her espadrilles. He unbuttoned her Capri
pants and gingerly pulled them down her legs. She placed her hand
on his shoulder as he knelt to remove them. He unclasped her white
lace brassiere and freed her large, firm breasts, longing to touch
them. He knelt to remove her white lace panties and stared at her
smooth vulva, as his heart pounded in his ears like a timpani.
    Bridget pulled Nathan up by the hand, stepped
close and pressed her large, soft breasts against his chest. “You’d
give anything to fuck me, wouldn’t you”? She whispered. She rubbed
them against him and ground her hips against his. Her cool, sweet
breath made his cheek tingle as his penis pressed against its cage
like a rodeo bull in a gate. She ran her fingernails lightly down
his back. “Well, slave, answer me. You’d give anything to fuck me
wouldn’t you?”
    “Yes, mistress.” He swallowed hard. “Yes, I’d
give anything, mistress.”
    “Would you give me yourself, and be my slave
forever?”
    “Yes, mistress, I would.” Nathan’s arms hung
by his sides, aware that he was forbidden to touch Bridget without
her permission.
    “I might allow you to fuck me occasionally. I
have a strong sex drive and need sex often. My therapist says it’s
a power thing. I’ll need a good fucking more often than the few
times I permit you to fuck me. That means there will be other men
in my life.” A sharp pain shot from his throbbing balls to his
chest. “You understand that you’re my slave, not my lover.”
    “Yes... yes, mistress.”
    “Good.” She glided to the bed, and lay on her
back. Nathan stared at her nude body, the most beautiful woman he’d
ever seen, mere feet away, forbidden to him. He’d allowed her to
castrate him with a chastity device, take away his manhood. He
glanced down at his hairless groin, at his flaccid penis encased in
clear hard plastic, and his smooth shave balls pressed forward by
the plastic retaining ring.
    “You may pleasure me with your mouth, slave,
but no touching. Nathan