Strict Susan
08-18-2007, 9:42 AM
Complete control? Complete fantasy, unfortunately. How wonderful to be able to control a man like this!
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"My husband is back tomorrow," she said.
Greg had completely forgotten about her husband. Every night for the last week he had gone to her house. Every night he had hated what she did to him yet at the same time there was something deep inside him that needed more - more of her, and more of her torments.
Her husband was back tomorrow. Greg felt a deep feeling of resentment, of loss, of hatred and of jealousy for her husband.
She looked at him, reading the emotions that flowed through him.
"I have something for you," she said. "Something special so that you won't forget me."
How could be possibly forget her, he thought.
"Put these on," she commanded, handing him what appeared to be a metallic pair of shorts.
She helped him as he struggled to put on the tight garment. Despite its metallic appearance, it was very smooth and comfortable. It fitted perfectly over his hips, round his waist, gripping his buttocks, holding his balls firmly in a shaped pouch, and with a stretchy sheath that fitted over his cock, enclosing him completely.
"It's a new material," she said, "My friends at the University in England have been developing it for years, and this is the first prototype they made just for me. They call it 'electroflow', because its shape is variable."
Its shape is variable? What on earth did she mean?
As he was wondering, he saw she had some sort of control unit in her hand with dozens of buttons and dials on it. A red light glowed and pulsed. She pressed a button, and there was a sharp click from the shorts. He felt a tightening round his waist.
"There we go," she said, "That's locked them."
He realised she was right. With the tightened waist of the garment, there was no way he could remove it. For a few seconds he panicked, scrabbling with his hands at the shiny material and finding that its softness and smoothness belied its immense strength.
"Now," she went on, "Just to make sure it fits properly."
She pressed another button, and Greg felt it tightening all round him. His buttocks were squeezed and drawn apart forcefully; his thighs were gripped; his balls were drawn up tightly but not painfully; the sheath firmly compressed itself onto his cock, pulsing slightly as it seemed to search for the optimum pressure on him.
He gasped.
Susan examined him, running her hands all over the closely fitted material.
“Perfect!” she said delighted. “You can wear it until my husband is away again.”
“But… I can’t,” he stammered, knowing it might be weeks before her husband went on another business trip. “I can’t even… go to the bathroom.”
“Oh yes you can,” she grinned at him, “I told you: it’s variable shape. Look.”
She slowly turned one of the dials, and he was startled to see a little hole appear right at the end of the tightly fitting sheath. She turned another dial, and with a strange feeling around his buttocks a slit opened and the edges pulled back. She turned the dials again, and the openings closed and disappeared.
“You see?” she told him, ”There’s no problem!”
“But if I’m not here, how will you know when I want to go to the bathroom?”
She looked at him as though surprised. “Don’t be silly,” she scolded him, “You’ll go when I want you to go, of course. “
As he began to understand the implications of all of this properly, so Greg became more and more worried about it all. Susan, on the other hand, seemed delighted with it, and took no notice of concerns at all. She was busy setting dials and pressing buttons.
“This is marvellous,” she said as though to herself. “I can do anything with this.”
Anything? What did she mean?
She continued, “Play with yourself," she ordered. "Now.”
At her command his cock, already hard, stiffened a little more and he felt the material expand to allow his full erection to thrust out. Hesitantly he brought his hand round his hardness.
As soon as he held himself and started to rub, an intense pain shot through him. A thousand little pinpricks pressed into his cock, making him scream in absolute agony. He let go immediately. The pain stopped at once.
Susan had fallen backwards onto her bed and was laughing hysterically.
“It’s brilliant,” she gasped, “Truly touch sensitive! Try it again.”
Tentatively, Greg lightly touched the smooth material encasing his cock. Instantly he felt the thousand little needles start to press into him, receding the moment he let go.
“I can’t,” he said.
“Look,” he continued, “I can’t go weeks without release.”
She stared seriously at him. “Of course you can. If I want you to.”
Then she grinned again. “But you may not have to.”
She pressed another button and turned a dial. He flinched as he felt the sheath move, expecting the pain again. Instead, it started to pulse rhythmically, rubbing up and down on him faster and faster. The little hole appeared at the end. It felt wonderful. Within seconds he was about to reach his climax, and then…
“No,” she said, as she watched the dials and pressed a button.
The pulsing stopped and was replaced by a sharp, intense pain at the base of his cock. His erection disappeared immediately, the material shrinking automatically and still fitting him perfectly.
“You see?” she went on. “And that’s just a start. I can give you pleasure or punishment. So many different punishments, and so many different pleasures.”
She was still fiddling with the dials.
He groaned as unexpectedly he felt a tightening round his balls as though she had them in her hands and was squeezing steadily.
“As tight as I want,” she warned him, but the pressure relaxed.
“Pleasure or pain?” she asked whimsically. He felt a very odd sensation between his buttocks. The material was thickening and pressing in between them. It formed into a blunt-ended probe that wriggled and pushed further and further in, worming its way through his sphincter, expanding and lengthening all the time.
“As large as I want it to be,” she said as she watched the expression on his face, and pressed first one button then another. The probe vibrated and pulsed, then withdrew.
“Or,” she said, “I might let you decide how much pain you can take. With this setting, it will only hurt if you have naughty thoughts.”
He felt the material harden round his cock. The intense pain she had given him a few minutes ago had left him, unusually for him when she was playing with him, without an erection. As it gripped him, the sheath suddenly sprouted sharp metal teeth, not digging into him but holding him tightly.
“Make love to me,” she said wickedly, moving closely to him and lifting her skirt sluttishly.
He felt his cock start to harden, and as it did the metal teeth dug into him, almost doubling him up in pain. An erection was completely impossible, yet his cock seemed determined to enlarge inside its impossibly small, rigid, spiked prison.
He collapsed on the floor, desperately trying to think of something - anything - other than Susan’s body and her instruction to make love to her.
“Right.” She seemed satisfied with her experiments. “Off you go before my husband arrives. This remote control will work up to a mile away. You have no way of taking the shorts off, so there is no point in trying. Also, they're tamper-proof. If you try and damage them, which in any case is almost impossible, you will find yourself in intense pain immediately and my control unit will be alerted at once. I'll know exactly what you're doing. If you spend more than an hour out of range of the remote control then those little sharp needles will dig into you from the whole of the inside, and they will slowly lengthen until you return to within range.
“Get out. And remember that I can do any of this any time I want - as you’ll find out over the next few weeks. I wonder what else I can make it do? I’m sure I’ll soon discover some other interesting features. I suggest you are very careful. In fact, I suggest you stay away from other people altogether. It would be so embarrassing if I made you do something really nasty in front of all your friends, wouldn't it? Off you go. Don't forget me, will you?”
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"My husband is back tomorrow," she said.
Greg had completely forgotten about her husband. Every night for the last week he had gone to her house. Every night he had hated what she did to him yet at the same time there was something deep inside him that needed more - more of her, and more of her torments.
Her husband was back tomorrow. Greg felt a deep feeling of resentment, of loss, of hatred and of jealousy for her husband.
She looked at him, reading the emotions that flowed through him.
"I have something for you," she said. "Something special so that you won't forget me."
How could be possibly forget her, he thought.
"Put these on," she commanded, handing him what appeared to be a metallic pair of shorts.
She helped him as he struggled to put on the tight garment. Despite its metallic appearance, it was very smooth and comfortable. It fitted perfectly over his hips, round his waist, gripping his buttocks, holding his balls firmly in a shaped pouch, and with a stretchy sheath that fitted over his cock, enclosing him completely.
"It's a new material," she said, "My friends at the University in England have been developing it for years, and this is the first prototype they made just for me. They call it 'electroflow', because its shape is variable."
Its shape is variable? What on earth did she mean?
As he was wondering, he saw she had some sort of control unit in her hand with dozens of buttons and dials on it. A red light glowed and pulsed. She pressed a button, and there was a sharp click from the shorts. He felt a tightening round his waist.
"There we go," she said, "That's locked them."
He realised she was right. With the tightened waist of the garment, there was no way he could remove it. For a few seconds he panicked, scrabbling with his hands at the shiny material and finding that its softness and smoothness belied its immense strength.
"Now," she went on, "Just to make sure it fits properly."
She pressed another button, and Greg felt it tightening all round him. His buttocks were squeezed and drawn apart forcefully; his thighs were gripped; his balls were drawn up tightly but not painfully; the sheath firmly compressed itself onto his cock, pulsing slightly as it seemed to search for the optimum pressure on him.
He gasped.
Susan examined him, running her hands all over the closely fitted material.
“Perfect!” she said delighted. “You can wear it until my husband is away again.”
“But… I can’t,” he stammered, knowing it might be weeks before her husband went on another business trip. “I can’t even… go to the bathroom.”
“Oh yes you can,” she grinned at him, “I told you: it’s variable shape. Look.”
She slowly turned one of the dials, and he was startled to see a little hole appear right at the end of the tightly fitting sheath. She turned another dial, and with a strange feeling around his buttocks a slit opened and the edges pulled back. She turned the dials again, and the openings closed and disappeared.
“You see?” she told him, ”There’s no problem!”
“But if I’m not here, how will you know when I want to go to the bathroom?”
She looked at him as though surprised. “Don’t be silly,” she scolded him, “You’ll go when I want you to go, of course. “
As he began to understand the implications of all of this properly, so Greg became more and more worried about it all. Susan, on the other hand, seemed delighted with it, and took no notice of concerns at all. She was busy setting dials and pressing buttons.
“This is marvellous,” she said as though to herself. “I can do anything with this.”
Anything? What did she mean?
She continued, “Play with yourself," she ordered. "Now.”
At her command his cock, already hard, stiffened a little more and he felt the material expand to allow his full erection to thrust out. Hesitantly he brought his hand round his hardness.
As soon as he held himself and started to rub, an intense pain shot through him. A thousand little pinpricks pressed into his cock, making him scream in absolute agony. He let go immediately. The pain stopped at once.
Susan had fallen backwards onto her bed and was laughing hysterically.
“It’s brilliant,” she gasped, “Truly touch sensitive! Try it again.”
Tentatively, Greg lightly touched the smooth material encasing his cock. Instantly he felt the thousand little needles start to press into him, receding the moment he let go.
“I can’t,” he said.
“Look,” he continued, “I can’t go weeks without release.”
She stared seriously at him. “Of course you can. If I want you to.”
Then she grinned again. “But you may not have to.”
She pressed another button and turned a dial. He flinched as he felt the sheath move, expecting the pain again. Instead, it started to pulse rhythmically, rubbing up and down on him faster and faster. The little hole appeared at the end. It felt wonderful. Within seconds he was about to reach his climax, and then…
“No,” she said, as she watched the dials and pressed a button.
The pulsing stopped and was replaced by a sharp, intense pain at the base of his cock. His erection disappeared immediately, the material shrinking automatically and still fitting him perfectly.
“You see?” she went on. “And that’s just a start. I can give you pleasure or punishment. So many different punishments, and so many different pleasures.”
She was still fiddling with the dials.
He groaned as unexpectedly he felt a tightening round his balls as though she had them in her hands and was squeezing steadily.
“As tight as I want,” she warned him, but the pressure relaxed.
“Pleasure or pain?” she asked whimsically. He felt a very odd sensation between his buttocks. The material was thickening and pressing in between them. It formed into a blunt-ended probe that wriggled and pushed further and further in, worming its way through his sphincter, expanding and lengthening all the time.
“As large as I want it to be,” she said as she watched the expression on his face, and pressed first one button then another. The probe vibrated and pulsed, then withdrew.
“Or,” she said, “I might let you decide how much pain you can take. With this setting, it will only hurt if you have naughty thoughts.”
He felt the material harden round his cock. The intense pain she had given him a few minutes ago had left him, unusually for him when she was playing with him, without an erection. As it gripped him, the sheath suddenly sprouted sharp metal teeth, not digging into him but holding him tightly.
“Make love to me,” she said wickedly, moving closely to him and lifting her skirt sluttishly.
He felt his cock start to harden, and as it did the metal teeth dug into him, almost doubling him up in pain. An erection was completely impossible, yet his cock seemed determined to enlarge inside its impossibly small, rigid, spiked prison.
He collapsed on the floor, desperately trying to think of something - anything - other than Susan’s body and her instruction to make love to her.
“Right.” She seemed satisfied with her experiments. “Off you go before my husband arrives. This remote control will work up to a mile away. You have no way of taking the shorts off, so there is no point in trying. Also, they're tamper-proof. If you try and damage them, which in any case is almost impossible, you will find yourself in intense pain immediately and my control unit will be alerted at once. I'll know exactly what you're doing. If you spend more than an hour out of range of the remote control then those little sharp needles will dig into you from the whole of the inside, and they will slowly lengthen until you return to within range.
“Get out. And remember that I can do any of this any time I want - as you’ll find out over the next few weeks. I wonder what else I can make it do? I’m sure I’ll soon discover some other interesting features. I suggest you are very careful. In fact, I suggest you stay away from other people altogether. It would be so embarrassing if I made you do something really nasty in front of all your friends, wouldn't it? Off you go. Don't forget me, will you?”
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