Under The Thumb
The amount of professional workshops have grown in recent years as companies seek to enhance their employees skills and help them to work together more harmoniously. Professional women encounter special challenges in the workplace and Hermione Bennett, an expert in human behaviour, thinks she's hit upon a way to help women thrive in a male dominated business world.
“I can't wait to see Hermione in action.”
“Me too! Have you seen her in this month's Viva Magazine?”
“YES!”
“She really knows men, inside and out. All their secrets.”
“Good morning.”
“Phyllis Grimshaw?”
“Here's your name badge and your goody bag.”
“Thank you,” says Phyllis, taking the bag.
“Glenda Hill,” the lady informs him.
“I’ve seen your card somewhere … ah yes.”
“Here you are,” he says handing over her bag and id card.
“Hermione is running a little late I'm afraid. She should be here in 5 minutes or so. “
“You're welcome to wait in the room. Please help yourself to tea and coffee.”
“Here for the workshop? Name?”
“Er, Lynda Hammond … I'm not here for the talk.”
“No?” he says with a hint of impatience.
“I'm from Brown's Hygiene products,” she gulps nervously.
“…Toilet brushes?”
His distain couldn’t be any more evident.
“Could I speak to whoever is in charge of purchasing your toilet ware?” she persists.
“I'll see if I can find someone. You can wait over there.”
Lynda notes his curt tone. She believes in being professional and polite at all times, especially when it comes to dealing with men. Most of them consider it below them to deal with a saleswoman.
She waits patiently prepared to do whatever is necessary to secure an account with this hotel. It could well earn her a generous bonus.
Mark busies himself half hoping that this woman will get bored and piss off. He’s too much to do today to concern himself about toilet brushes.
“Hello, Mark Knowsley,” he answers.
Lynda picks up a leaflet to kill the time.
“They should know how to access them,” he says impatiently.
“...I've already explained to them.”
Lynda listens in unable to help herself.
“I think I can get away. Keep them there … ”
Despite her professional demeanour she can't help sizing up this handsome young man and wonders what he would look like only in his underwear.
“…and I'll come down.”
Lynda tries to busy herself by reading the leaflet.
A woman runs into the reception area slightly breathless.
“Sorry I'm late.”
“Hermione,” she introduces herself.
“Lynda Hammond.” “Do come in. I'm about to start.”
“But...”
Before she can protest she’s dragged off towards the room.
“Please take a seat.”
“There’s a space on the end there.”
“Thank you Ladies for being so patient.”
“Right. Under The Thumb.”
“In this morning’s workshop I shall instruct you in the art of placing the male of the species Under The Thumb…”
Lynda is very embarrassed about having been inadvertently rallied into this professional seminar. She doesn't want to create a scene so tries to quickly think of the best way to quietly slip out. However the seminar leader is so intent to get the meeting started it seems like there's no subtle way to make her excuses and leave.
“Apologies for the late start ladies… I’m Hermione Bennett and in this morning’s workshop I shall instruct you in the art of placing the male of the species …”
“Under The Thumb!”
“Let’s get straight to it.”
“The perfect way of achieving this is through nudity and …”
The presentation has instantly grabbed the women's attention and they are all eager to have the secret of dominating men revealed to them.
“… prolonged teasing of the male genitals.”
The ladies excitedly make notes.
She briefly explains the three major consequences; “extreme blushing,” “a full erection” and ...
“aching blue balls.” The three attendees listen with rapt attention eager to understand the secrets of the male body.
Hermione reveals the next picture in her presentation.
“This diagram shows the sensitivity of the male genital area.”
The women find it amusing how something so trivial as the male sex organ can be such a constant cause of trouble for the average man.
The women see how ridiculously sensitive a man's penis is and begin to understand how easy it will be to control.
It’s quite usual for her clients to be amused by the images of the penis. It’s hard not to when faced with something as flimsy and vulnerable as this part of the male anatomy.
She continues describing each part authoritively. It's fundamental that each women understands where a man is most sensitive to be able to control him fully.
Hermione points out the male G-spot and - more importantly - how to find it.
"This is a part of the male with which you must become very familiar if you want to train him completely.
Having the basics laid out for them in this manner is enlightening. It's laughable that something so obvious had previously escaped them. But it seems so blindingly clear now.
"Now we will deal with the 'Milking Male Prostate Procedure.'"
“You must slowly insert your finger into the anus. You then tease the prostate with a beckoning motion.”
“The sphincter will contract and the prostate will swell resulting in the draining of semen.”
“Now listen closely, this is essential information that will give you the fullest control over your man.”
“DO NOT ALLOW ORGASM!”
Lynda was contemplating excusing herself for intruding into this seminar, but she's so mesmerized by the presentation she can't bring herself to leave.
"By withholding their orgasms you will make them more open to persuasion."
"The inner workings of the male mind for the most part involves nothing more than thinking about sex."
“The chastity device can be a vital aid in the training and the ongoing control of your man.”
The women consider this carefully. This information could be applicable to their boyfriends and husbands as well.
“No man is invulnerable to this technique. You too can achieve this level of control.”
“Really?” asks Phyllis, “This all sounds too incredible; too good to be true. Can it really work?”
“Absolutely. Have no doubt. I guarantee all of you will master this. It’s easier than you realise.”
“An important way to keep your man in line is by spanking him - as and when the situation calls for it.”
“When correcting a male you must be prepared to inflict a little pain to reap the most benefits.” Glenda writes this piece of information down with relish.
“We'll take a short break for refreshments. Feel free to look back over the presentation and when we resume we’ll begin looking at how to put the theories we've discussed into practice.”
The women gather around the clipboard going over the finer points of the seminar so far.
“Three times a day. And what age do they stop doing it that often?”
“I don’t think they ever stop, dirty buggers.”
“Ladies, tea over?” ”Yes, they reply.”
“Fantastic. Now we can try out the things we’ve learnt …”
“… with a live subject!”
The women take their seats and watch the door with anticipation.
In flies Hermione with Mark from reception in tow.
Mark moves the plinth to the corner, clearing the centre of the room for Hermione's demonstration.
Mark breathes in deeply. He's terribly nervous seeing the looks of anticipation on these excited ladies' faces.
“Mark works for the hotel so I’ve only been training him since Monday.”
She turns to Mark, “Strip!”
He proudly accepts her command without question or hesitation.
The women are impressed how quickly he reacts to orders. This training obviously works.
He's trembling as he clumsily undoes his tie, every movement he makes before these strong confident women feels foolish.
The women study the masculine expanse of his bare chest as he pulls his shirt off.
His heartbeat quickens as he slides his clothes off painfully aware of the women staring intently at him.
He pulls off his shoes conscious of the women's long feminine legs just next to his face.
The women eye up the hefty bulge that is presented to them.
Lynda feels naughty knowing she's not meant to be witnessing this demonstration by the man who only just recently sneered down at her in the lobby.
His fingers are trembling as he pulls down his pants.
The women nearly gasp seeing his restrained cock bounce into view. To think that under his clothes he's been under lock and key!
His balls tighten knowing the women are gazing so closely at his shameful state.
His cock is incredibly sensitive having been restrained in this device for so long.
Hermione says, "As you can see, the subject's genitals are kept under this chastity device so he's unable to pleasure himself and remain completely under my control."
The women are inspired by this powerful demonstration. To think, having a man so fully under your control by fully controlling his privates. This will change everything!
With the group's skillful leader Hermione's guidance, the clever women quickly see that men are in a constant state of arousal. With the help of naked Mark as an example, they see how this sexual energy can be harnessed and controlled so that they are the only ones who can grant the release the man so desperately desires. Once this power has been exerted over them, the men will literally become the women's slaves.
“Note how the subject is already beginning to feel ashamed.”
“He knows he is inferior to women,” states Glenda confidently.
“Being stripped of his clothes in our presence promotes his natural discomfort,” says Phyllis.
“Bravo! In fact you'll see just how uncomfortable!”
The women stare at his couped up cock imagining how restricted and awkward having such a device attached must be for this man.
“You see how this chastity device is designed.”
“It offers a woman full visual and tactile access to a man's penis and testicles …”
“…but punishes a growing erection by trapping it.”
“Note how Mark's penis, despite this, is already growing even by our mere presence?”
Hermione stoops down towards Mark’s dick, blowing gently on it.
“He is experiencing pain and yet his own penis continues to grow, adding to his discomfort.”
“A clear demonstration how a female has complete power over every male.”
The women nod in appreciation of how this part of the process works while contemplating how they can use this to enhance their own private lives.
“Mark here hasn't been allowed to ejaculate OR grow an erection for one week.”
Hermione takes a last look at his caged penis before she releases him from his captivity.
Mark's heart is racing seeing that his cock is about to finally be released.
He feels the most incredible sense of relief as the woman removes the cage from his cock and he's painfully aware that his pleasure is entirely reliant upon her.
“He even has to sit down to urinate for fear of other men seeing his predicament.”
“He does this because of one thing...”
“the pleasure I will allow him.”
She runs her hand through his short hair sending warm pleasurable sensations running through his naked body.
“So long as he earns it.”
“Thank you Miss Bennett,” says Mark appreciatively.
“Now then ladies. The key is to make Mark here close to the edge of ejaculating while withholding that gift…”
“…then we'll see just how MUCH he wants it.”
The course quickly adopts a more practical nature, with Mark finding himself being used by the women as little more than a science project.
Phyllis has taken a position on the floor and is taking steps towards being able to control a male.
Hermione teaches the delegates various techniques on how to excite and then deny the male release.
Phyllis is proving to be an expert in denying Mark the opportunity to orgasm.
Bringing him close and then preventing him.
Hermione looks on proudly as Phyllis adds herself to the list of successfully coached women who really know how to keep their men 'under the thumb'.
Having toyed with his cock and made him erect, Hermione now orders him to lay down on the floor fully naked. She's enlivened by how the women have taken to her demonstration and become really hands on controlling this young hotel worker. Their sexual excitement builds as they become bolder and more forthright taking advantage of his naked body.
Glenda hitches up her skirt and sits astride the naked man. She deftly ties up his balls.
Their pulses quicken as they observe the skilful way she restrains his genitals.
Mark's cock is throbbing under the ties as he feels the woman's warm arse inches from his face and the women surrounding him eagerly watching.
Glenda glances at Lynda who silently goads her on. The women feel empowered restraining his cock.
His cock jumps and strains upward like a shackled animal under the tight ties she makes.
Hermione presses his face quickly into the smart female executive's arse ordering him to inhale before dropping his head back down again.
The women toy with his restrained cock excitedly playing with the loose foreskin, pulling it over the tight head of his penis.
Lynda takes a ruler and holds up his dick inquisitive about what the length might be.
The women eagerly look at the proud young man being measured up.
Hermione momentarily pushes his face into Glenda's feminine arse again to see if his cock responds and grows further.
"Not much length here. I thought the average was much more," Lynda says eager to demean this man who slighted her before.
The women tut and laugh.
"You're not up to our standards," Hermione chides him.
"Sniff it," she demands slamming his head into her plump rear.
She mashes his handsome features between her cheeks making him breathe in her rich female aroma.
"Now lick your mistress's arse," she demands.
He gives a muffled moan as he sticks his tongue out to taste the crack of her butt.
Hermione pushes his face harder and Glenda sits back so that his face is entirely crushed and he's only aware of her soft round cheeks.
Mark gasps desperately for air, but only inhales more of the rich scent of Glenda's arsehole and vagina.
The women watch intently as his cock strains painfully upward.
They smile deeply aroused and fascinated as sticky precum oozes from the slit of his cock.
They pull the stiff unwieldy thing back and forth observing it, but allowing the controlled man no satisfaction.
The women cheerfully discuss the things they’ve learned in the workshop over a cup of tea leaving unsatisfied Mark naked on the floor. Mark’s need to come is so dire he’s taken to pathetically rubbing himself up against Hermione’s leg.
His aching balls so desperate for release he’s become reduced to this embarrassingly primitive state.
“What do you think you are doing?” asks Hermione, finally acknowledging the insignificant naked male so foolishly trying to get off by humping her leg.
"What do you think you are doing?"
“I need to come,” he tells her, his voice cracking.
Glenda looks to Hermione to see her response to Mark's audacious request while the others peer down on him with utter distain.
“This is the kind of aberrant behaviour you will come to expect when they’re being trained,” she tells the women.
“You must be decisive and firm in dealing with this undesirable, unattractive and unacceptable behaviour…”
She strikes Mark hard across the face.
She hits him with such power that he collapses to the floor clutching his smarting cheek.
The women laugh and are filled with admiration for Hermione's fantastically resolute and dominant method for handling the naked man.
Mark holds his face in shame, realising he is nothing more than a slave to his primal urges.
“Stand up Mark,” Hermione orders.
Mark stumbles to his feet on the verge of tears from the hours of teasing he’s endured at the hands of these powerful women.
“You desperately want to come don’t you?”
“Yes please Miss Bennett. Please allow me to come.”
“Ask the ladies and see what they say.”
“Please. Please allow me to come,” he whines weakly.
Mark humbles himself before them, his face wet with tears and sweat.
“On your knees,” she commands him.
“Good Phyllis,” says Hermione proudly.
“Please Miss Grimshaw. Please do me the honour of allowing me to come.”
“You have to earn it!”
The women tower over him, looking amazingly feminine and strong, making him aware that his pleasure depends entirely upon them.
His body is enlivened by her response, but he is well aware that he will only be allowed his release under their terms.
Hermoine has taught the women important techniques about how to exert total sexual control over men in a work environment. Now they are gleefully wallowing in this power to make the man serve them totally naked at their feet. They are thrilled to have this trivial and handsome hotel clerk to practice with before going back to their offices to display what they've learned with their male colleagues.
The women look on with satisfaction as they bend the young man to their will. Phyllis finds it arousing to watch coolly as he cowers naked at the ladies' feet while Phyllis and Lynda are much more eager to take an active role in controlling him.
As per instruction Mark kisses Lynda’s shoes.
He's constantly aware of how his body is exposed beneath them and he can smell the heady scent of this powerful lady's feet. But he continues serving them under their firm verbal commands.
"Kiss it, you insolent boy," he hears Lynda's sultry female voice demand.
“Now lick it!” she orders, invigorated by the power she now possesses.
Painfully he inches his tongue out to lap at the top of her shoe.
Hermione is delighted at the way her young charge has taken to commanding the surly hotel employee.
He scurries around on the scratchy carpet trying to wet every inch of her shoe with his tongue, aware that his arse and genitals are exposed to the women crowded around eagerly watching.
The women smile with satisfaction seeing such a healthy and ambitious young business man naked at their feet and obeying their every order.
"The filthy ingrate should be proud to honour your shoes," Hermione says.
"Worship them," Lynda commands him excitedly. "I've been working hard all day, walking door to door and now you're going to lick my shoes totally clean."
Glenda slides down to the floor and aggressively shoves Mark’s head between her legs.
Hermoine has attached a ball weight to his scrotum and Glenda sternly orders him, "Lick me out!"
She writhes in pleasure shoving his face hard into her crotch.
Mark gasps for breath, but eagerly licks and kisses her pussy while the painfully weight pulls at his sensitive balls.
"Eat it, you filthy little bitch," Glenda sneers while grinding against his face.
Mark looks up, hoping to get a glimpse of the pleasure he's giving to his lady.
She roughly slams his face back down into her crotch.
"Don't stop until I tell you to, insolent boy," she says.
His entire body moves forward rhythmically to orally satisfy her. His arse stretches open vulnerably in the process and the weight yanks down on his testicles.
The women smile excitedly watching him lap so vigorously. "That's the way to earn a promotion," Hermione teases the enslaved lad.
Now the women order him on his knees. Hermione extends her long feminine leg out to tease and prod the man's exposed genitals.
Impulsively, Glenda wants to feel his sensitive prick being mashed against the dominant lady's shoe. She takes his cock in hand and presses it against her foot.
Mark moans feeling her pull back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive head which she rubs against the lady's smooth stocking.
She grips his cock hard and makes sure the point of her shoe is going directly into his soft sack.
She's aroused and pleased with the reaction she extracts from him as he moans and cries.
“That’s enough,” says Hermione, “the important thing to remember is that he is not to cum. Until you say so.”
The women gaze on impressed as Hermione unveils another eye-watering technique to guarantee subjugation of the male.
Lynda watches in awe as Hermione controls the young man by merely pushing her heel in and out of his ass hole.
Mark is flushed with shame at having his arse so freely displayed and then penetrated.
He looks up, hoping for some respite.
“Stay down until I say otherwise,” she says pushing her heel deeper into him.
The ladies have spent an informative afternoon under Hermione’s expert tuition learning how to control their males by not permitting sexual release. They’ve only a couple topics to deal with before they can venture back to their everyday lives putting what they’ve learned to good use.
Mark’s cheeks are pulled apart while a lubed up vibrator hovers ominously by his ass hole.
With encouragement and guidance from Hermione Glenda slides the vibrator into his tight little ass
Mark tenses in a subconcious and utterly futile attempt to prevent the object from entering him.
His ass still tender from being violated by the heel of Hermione’s shoe.
The intense feeling of being fucked is proving too much for Mark and tears stream without warning down his face.
Glenda revels in the power she’s so simply gained over this young man.
If this course has proved anything its that men's brains are in their balls.
Take away their function and men are like putty in your hands; impressionable and thoroughly pliable.
“Remember what we discussed about location of the male g-spot,” says Hermione.
“But also bear in mind that the object of this exercise is to stop him reaching orgasm. Until, that is, a time when you are ready for him to do so.”
“The allowing of orgasm can be used as tool for positive training. This however must be used sparingly.”
Mark feels powerless and weak and can see clearly that these women, seemingly without effort are his superiors and that they have total control over his mind and body.
His cock throbs painfully as the sexual onslaught with the dildo continues.
Hermione watches carefully for any tell-tale sounds that he may be about to cum.
“That’s enough ladies. He’s close enough. We’ve still one more lesson to complete.”
Mark is placed at the centre of the group of ladies and ordered to wank.
Mark's desperate need for release is obvious for all the women to see.
He strokes his cock for them, knowing that at any moment they could tell him to stop and that without question he would.
His body tenses as the urge to cum overwhelms him. Glenda leans in excitedly feeling his body stiffen.
Hermione muses on her training of Mark. He has proven to be very useful asset in the education of these ladies. Next week it’ll be another seminar in another hotel and whole new “Mark” for her.
Mark flicks his foreskin back and forth faster now; rocking his hips in rhythm with his hands.
With a gasp a large bead of pearly white cum is propelled from his cock.
As he spurts a stream of cum onto the hotel carpet Lynda cogitates on the awesome power she’s inadvertently discovered by sitting in on this seminar.
Men are no longer the mystery she'd previously assumed them to be.
Thanks to Hermione she now knows what she must do to get what she wants from them and she can't believe how simple it all is.
Hermione smiles at the successful completion of another course. She's certain that this group of ladies will take what they've learned with them when they leave.
“Now, you will see how, within seconds of ejaculating, the male’s demeanor changes.”
The women nod in agreement with Hermione knowing exactly what she’s intimating.
Mark leaps up and strides over to his clothes. “I’ll be getting dressed now,” he mutters.
“You see how surly he sounds.”
“However, I can assure you that this will only last minutes; seconds even. As soon as his orgasm has abated he will be back to square one.”
“You mean he needs to be trained again,” surmises Glenda.
“Yes, but you’re not going to carry on his training while you continue your tour,” states Phyllis eagerly.
“That’s right. Now Lynda, you haven’t said too much. Perhaps you would like to continue his training?”
Lynda beams at being bestowed this task and can’t wait to get started.
Having breezed her way through Hermione's masterclass Lynda is now getting to grips with a real life test subject. She's taken ownership of Mark and is now putting him through his paces.
“It’s important for you to do exactly as you are told, without hesitation or delay and without question,” she informs him, “Do you understand?”
He nods in acceptance, not daring to speak until she permits him to, cowed by his new mistress.
She unpeels the banana allowing the fruit to fall to the floor in front of Mark.
Mark looks on bewildered by her action. What could she have in mind for him?
Confidently she mashes the fruit to a pulp.
With a cruel shove she pushes him downwards towards the mess on the floor.
Lynda shoves his head lower almost rubbing his face in the mush.
She pulls him up by his hair and makes him take the scrubbing brush in his teeth.
Mark wants to clean the mess up but struggles to move with his hands tied behind him. Lynda has little sympathy, “Clean it!” she demands.
The strain shows clearly on his face as he desperately tries to obey Lynda’s order.
Lynda looks disparagingly at the man at her feet enjoying the sense of power she has over him.
Mark scrubs the floor the best he can hoping all the while that he’s pleased his mistress. In the short time he's been under her command he wants nothing more than to gain her satisfaction.
Lynda sighs disapprovingly. He’s not so much cleared up the mess as spread it around more.
Mark’s scrubbing becomes increasingly desperate as he tries his hardest to do Lynda’s bidding.
He’s not performed the task to her exacting standards. He’ll have to receive some corrective therapy.
Lynda orders Mark to stand up and he obeys without question. He waits nervously as behind him she prepares to swing the belt for the first time.
He hears a swoosh as the leather flies towards him. And then a thwack as the belt hits home.
The pain is like nothing he’s ever experienced and he bites down hard on the cloth to stop himself from crying out. “If you’d done the job properly then you wouldn’t be in this position,” she taunts.
Lynda quickly gets into her stride, a look of concentration on her face.
Whack!
Again Mark winces in pain almost gagging on the heavily scented polishing cloth.
The belt makes a satisfying humming sound as it flies towards him.
“You won’t fail me again,” she sneers. Not so much a suggestion as a statement of fact.
She thinks back to her first encounter with the stuck-up hotel employee now naked before her. How he barely gave her time of day….
… and looked at her as if she were something nasty he’d trodden in.
“A little more effort from you and then maybe, just maybe you might be permitted to get the release you so desperately crave.”
“Do you understand?” He grunts affirmatively, tears welling in his eyes. His arse throbbing from the repeated beating.
“We’ll see.”
She can’t resist one more strike with the belt for good measure.
Smack! The leather strap hits him hard across his tender buttocks. His cry of pain muffled by the rag.
“Do you think you’re ready to try again?” she asks not waiting or even expecting an answer. She owns him now and he must do what she says or endure this pain again. It’s all part of his training. Men must be repeatedly reminded of their place and of the consequences of their actions.
She examines his raw behind – satisfied with the results of the punishment.
Mark flinches as her hand touches his hyper-sensitive backside. Lynda is surprised by the heat coming off it.
“I think that’s enough for now,” she tells him. She's certain that he will have learnt his lesson. She has no desire to hurt him, only to help him.
His reddened arse stings painfully exposed as it is to the air.
Lynda stands over him. Every inch of her now empowered by Hermione’s "Under the thumb" seminar. She ponders a moment on how to deal with Mark next. More punishment? Or perhaps it's time to progress to a less stick and a more carrot approach?
“Time for you to earn your chance to cum. Best not fail me again.” Mark trembles, not in fear but in dread. Dread that he will not be able to live up to her high standards. Dread that she will discard him and choose someone else to take his place. He doesn’t think he could ever go back to his old life. He now belongs to her, completely.
Mark feels the strain of laying on the cold linoleum floor doing everything this assured woman demands of him. He's constantly aware of his body fully exposed beneath her and each second ticking painfully past. Any pleasure or relief he has can only be granted through her generosity. The course didn't train her so much as bring out the things she's naturally wanted to do, like command men to do exactly as she desires.
“You do want to please me.” Lynda states, gently pulling at Mark’s hair giving him a little reminder of why he's there.
He knows that this is his last chance and if he screws up then it'll be a regret that will stay with him for the rest of his life.
With his hands tied behind his back he struggles to keep his head raised but he knows he must in order to gain her approval.
She squashes the soft fruit, its juices squirting into his face and stinging his eyes.
“Very good, not a flinch,” she praises him.
Bolstered by her kind words he’s even more keen to prove himself.
Another tomato is crushed, again the spray hits his face but under Lynda's tutelage Mark is equal to it.
As before Lynda shoves the brush into his mouth.
He feels pain and discomfort as his genitals are flattened against the floor and he's aware of her towering above him staring down at his pathetic naked body and ridiculous attempts to please her.
Mark frantically grips the brush between his teeth pushing it back and forth a couple of inches while trying to push himself forward over the cold floor. He does all he can to satisfy and impress her. “Well done. I think you’ve earned your release. Cum for me.”
Lynda has removed the cock cage and allows Mark to stand beside her as he desperately begins stroking himself after serving at her feet.
His balls are ripe and full after serving as a demonstration prop for the women and now at this superior lady's feet.
His heart races as he feels her soft body close to him and can smell her rich feminine scent.
She coos appreciatively at how big and hard he’s made himself for her.
She eyes him up and down drinking in every inch of her new possession.
He recalls the utter humiliation of doing all those degrading things in front of the women and his cock stiffens further.
Lynda smiles wryly observing the wetness at the tip of his cock.
She can feel his body begin to tense as he strokes faster and faster.
He shudders as his aching balls approach release.
A spurt of cum shoots from his dick.
Lynda is delighted to see him like this; knowing how long she's made him wait for this moment. And now he's shooting his spunk on her say so.
She knows now that this level of control over men was what she was always destined for.
Mark wrings the last of the cum from his swollen cock.
Mark turns to thank her, uttering the words before – too late - remembering his place. He hasn't been given permission to speak.
She looks at him disapprovingly. An easy mistake to speak out of turn but one that cannot go unpunished.
“Aren’t you forgetting yourself?”
“Get down and clean up your mess!” she orders.
Without question Mark takes the brush in his mouth.
With his hands free Mark is able to better clean up his cum moreso than anything else he’s been asked to.
She stares down at him straining to scrub back and forth, pleased that she's trained him well.
His back hurts, his knees ache and his cock is still dripping with cum, but he wouldn't dare stop serving her without her permission.
Lynda smiles contentedly looking down at the young naked man before her. Hermione has asked her to join the team and together they plan to train countless women across the country in the essential art of placing their man “under the thumb.”
