Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/ast/domlove.txt

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                           THE FIRST TIME

                          By - Demon Slave


 I have  always  fantasized  about  being  involved  with a dominant
 woman. For as long as I  can remember, I have always been intrigued
 by powerful and demanding women. Even as a child, my favorite times
 were  when I  was caught  and tied   up in  a game  of Cowboys  and
 Indians.  Usually by  Stephanie, the   girl who  lived just  up the
 street from me. I always gave up  much too easily. She knew it too,
 but  she always  seemed to  get just  as excited  as I  did at  the
 prospect of capturing and binding me. As we got older, we continued
 to play  our game of  Cowboys and Indians.  I'll never forget,  the
 last time we played was in the  seventh grade. I was sneaking up on
 her trying to  capture her and she turned around  and jumped on me,
 wrestling me to the ground. She looked down at me from her position
 on  top. She  was at  this time  several inches  taller than me and
 weighed about 10-15 pounds more than  me. She put her knees outside
 my legs and,  holding each wrist tightly, pinned  me down. She told
 me I had been "caught." I could  see a look in her eyes that seemed
 to be a mixture of excitement and curiousity. She told me she would
 let me up  if I promised to stay  right where I was until  she came
 back. I  agreed and sat  there waiting while  she ran off  into her
 house.  She was  gone about  fifteen minutes  and came  back with a
 piece of cord about four feet long and a silk scarf.

 I looked  up at  her as  she approached,  and for  the first  time,
 realized how attractive she was. Her breasts were just beginning to
 show signs of womanhood and her  tall thin body was gorgeous. I was
 at the  age when I had  just begun thinking about  girls, and I had
 hoped that she was starting to think the same way. She stepped over
 me and  told me I  was her  prisoner  and had to  do everything she
 said. I agreed. She told me to roll over onto my stomach and put my
 hands behind  my back. She  kneeled down, putting  one knee in  the
 small of  my back and  lifted my arms  straight up. She  told me to
 hold my  wrists together and keep  my arms straight up  and down. I
 did as  she said, and  before I knew  it I felt  her tying the cord
 tightly around my wrists. When we  had played before, we had always
 tied each other loosly so that we  could get away if we had to, but
 this time,  I knew I was  really tied up. I  protested, telling her
 how much she  was hurting me, and she smiled,  and without saying a
 word put the finishing touches on her work, pulling the ends of the
 cord tightly and tying  it off in a knot. She helped  me to my feet
 and looked me over. She picked up the scarf off the ground and tied
 it around my head completely covering my eyes. At first I could see
 around it,  but she flicked  her finger near  my eye and  my whince
 gave me away. She retied the blindfold several times, until she was
 convinced I couldn't  see anything. I asked her to  take it off and
 untie me, and  she reminded me that it  was my idea to play  in the
 first  place.  I  agreed  and  began  to  feel  a certain amount of
 excitement,  as I  began fantasizing  about Stephanie  and what she
 looked like naked.  I felt an erection growing  in my shorts, which
 were old and fairly tight. I  couldn't see what it looked like, but
 from Stephanie's giggles, I could tell  it was obvious. She told me
 that she always knew I liked being  tied up, but never knew I liked
 it THIS much, and laughed again. She grabbed the front of my shirt,
 and began tugging at it, signaling for  me to follow her. I knew we
 were going inside,  since we were playing in  her backyard. Then it
 dawned  on me,  we were  going into  her house,  I was  going to be
 bound,  and noticeably  excited it  front of  her mother  and older
 sister. I began to pull away, telling her to let me go. She told me
 no one was home, and not to worry. I still resisted, but much less.
 She backed me up and pushed me. I fell down, landing comfortably on
 couch. She told me she would be right back, and not to go anywhere.
 I sat there still,  wondering what she was up to.  In a few minutes
 she returned and  told me to stand, she wanted  to take me upstairs
 to  the bedroom.  I agreed  and follwed  her up,  stumbling on  the
 stairs several times as we walked.  She pushed me again, and I fell
 on her  bed. Her pushing  me must  have  been alot of  fun for her,
 because each  time she pushed  me, she laughed  a little to  let me
 know she was enjoying it.

 The  next thing  I felt   was Stephanie  unbuttoning my  shorts and
 pulling them  down around my  ankles. She commented  on my erection
 that she could  see under my underpants. She told  me she had never
 actually seen a penis before, and  asked if she could look at mine.
 I told her no, I was much  too embarrased at this point. She pulled
 on my underpants anyway and before  I knew it they were down around
 my ankles. There I was, half- naked lying bound on Stephanie's bed.
 I begged with her,  and pleaded to release me, I  told her the game
 was over. She  told me that the game was  just beginning and that I
 was talking too  much. The next thing I know  she is putting a wide
 piece of tape over my mouth  and then another and another, until my
 face is covered in tape from my chin to my nose. I tried to move my
 mouth around enough to break the  seal, but it was secure. The only
 noise  that would  escape was  a  high  pitched moan  I would  make
 everytime  she  brushed  against  my  cock.  I  was  embarrased and
 humiliated,  but loving  it! Stephanie  grabbed some  more cord and
 tied my  legs spread wide to  the posts of her  bed. The whole time
 she was  laughing and teasing me,  calling me Geronimo. I  tried to
 squirm free and beg to release,  but the bonds and tape held tight.
 She kneeled down  between my legs and began  rubbing and licking my
 cock, telling  me she was going  to figure out how  to do it right.
 The sensations I  was getting were giving me  clear signals she WAS
 doing something  right. After about fifteen  minutes of rubbing and
 licking,  she told  me she  wanted to  try something  else. She had
 always heard that guys felt great pain when they were kicked in the
 groin and she was going to use me to figure out why. She started by
 slapping  my cock.  At first,  gently, and  then slowly  harder and
 harder. The whole time I was  squirming and making as much noise as
 possible from underneath my gag. Each time she kept telling me that
 that  wasn't quite  it. She  tried digging  her fingernails into my
 cock  and   scratching  and  flicking,   but  none  met   with  her
 satisfaction. Finally  in frustration, she  stopped. She untied  my
 blindfold and asked me  to take a look at her. She  had put on some
 of her sister's lingerie, a black  teddy and hose with garters. She
 asked me if I liked it and I nodded repeatedly. Her tits filled out
 the teddy  nicely, and she  looked truely sensational.  I had never
 seen  anything like  it, except  in Playboy.  She told  me that she
 couldn't figure  out what made  boys tick and  wanted to try  a few
 more things. I shook my head to say no, but she ignored me. Then it
 happened,  she  discovered  my  balls.  She  began  slapping  them,
 watching my expression, but not convinced that she had done enough.
 She  took each  ball between   her thumb  and forefinger  and began
 pinching.  I tried  to let  out  a  scream, but  couldn't. She  had
 discovered  the thing  that made  me tick.  She alternated  between
 slapping my cock  and pinching my balls. As she  did, I became more
 and more  excited until, finally, I  had a tremendous, overpowering
 sensation that began in my stomach  and moved like a rocket through
 my  balls and  cock. Before  either of  us knew  it, my stomach and
 Stephanies hands  were covered in cum.  I had had my  first orgasm.
 She had no idea  what had happened, nor did I, I  just looked up at
 her and tried  to tell with my eyes to  keep going. She leaned down
 and gave me a kiss on the  cheek. My head was buzzing, and I barely
 noticed Stephanie  jump up and  run out of  the room, slamming  the
 door behind her.

 From the  hallway I heard a  second voice asking Stephanie  why she
 was  dressed that  way, what   was she  doing wearing  her sister's
 lingerie. Then the door swung  open, and Diana, Stephanie's sister,
 stood there looking at me at first  with a look of horror, and then
 one  of amusement.  She burst  into laughter.  She called Stephanie
 into the room  and asked her to explain.  Stephanie's face was beet
 red, and  her sister stared  at her and  demanded an answer.  Diana
 couldn't hold back  her laughter, and gave her  little sister a hug
 telling her, that it must run  in the family. Diana stepped over to
 me  and  looked  me  up  and  down,  commenting  on what a nice job
 Stephanie had done  of securing me, although she  did think the gag
 was a bit excessive. I kept  squirming trying to get free, pleading
 to Diana with my  eyes to let me go. She looked  down at me telling
 me I had made a mess and  ordered Stephanie to get a towel to clean
 it up.  When Stephanie came  back in the  room, holding the  towel,
 Diana stopped her.  She told her that although I  had made the mess
 that Stephanie probably had something to do with it. Diana told her
 she would  have to learn  how to behave  better, and that  the mess
 that  was  made  was  inexcussable.  In  addition,  she seemed very
 unhappy about  Stephanie wearing her teddy  without her permission.
 Stephanie tried to explain, but Diana  cut her off. She grabbed and
 length of rope and told Stephanie to turn around. Stephanie obeyed,
 and  I layed  there, watching  in amazement  as Diana  tied up  her
 sister.  She tied  her wrists  together and  then lashed her elbows
 together, making her breasts stick  out. She told Stephanie to bend
 over, so  that her ass was  sticking out. Stephanie did  as she was
 told,  and  Diana  began  spanking  her,  gently  at  first, slowly
 building  up  until  she  was  smacking  her  ass  with full force.
 Stephanie began crying, and Diana responded by wadding up the towel
 she had  brough and shoving  it in her  mouth. She spanked  her ten
 more times and then told her to clean up the mess with the towel in
 her  mouth. I  had gotten  quite excited  watching the  whole thing
 proceed and my  cock was erect again. Stephanie  cleaned all around
 my cock and  stomach, occasionally rubbing the rough  towel over my
 prick. Diana  came back into  the room and  examined her work.  She
 found it to her satisfaction. She  came over to me and quickly tore
 off  the tape  from my  mouth, the  pain was  incredible, and Diana
 seemed to know it. I began to ask  her to let me go, but she cut me
 off, telling me I  was in too deep now, and there  was no way I was
 going home.  She told me  not to say  another word or  make another
 sound or the tape would be put back  on. I nodded to let her know I
 understood.  She  asked  Stephanie  to  explain  what was going on.
 Stephanie told her she was trying  to learn about sex, and told her
 all about  our game. Diana  looked at me  and though a  minute. She
 told her  that if she  wanted to know  about sex, she  was going to
 learn. She reached down and  removed Stephanies panties and told to
 lie down on top of me and begin kissing my mouth, she obeyed. Diana
 watched and began rubbing herself  while she watched. Next she told
 Stephanie  to begin  using her   tongue, probing  the inside  of my
 mouth. This was our first kiss. Diana  took a small belt out of the
 closet  and got  a length  of cord.  She tied  the cord  around our
 necks, so we couldn't separate  our heads, and then while Stephanie
 was kissing me, she looped the belt around our heads, over our ears
 and buckled  it tightly. We  were unable to  separate our lips,  we
 were bound  together in a kiss  and both getting very  horny. Diana
 left  and returned  with a  bag. Out  of it  she grabbed  a set  of
 clothespins and  began clamping them  on our nipples  and my balls.
 The  pain made  both of  us kiss  each other  fiercely, our tongues
 mashing together.  Stephanie began grinding  her hips into  my leg,
 and softly  moaning into my mouth.  Diana slapped her ass  over and
 over, telling her not to do  that, that she wasn't ready. Stephanie
 continued,  each slap  making her  grind harder  and harder.  Diana
 stopped her, holding her steady and grabbed and set of nylon straps
 from the bag. A long one was  slid underneath the small of my back,
 and  six  samll  ones  placed  under  each  of  my legs. She lifted
 Stephanie on  top of me and  had her tight wet  pussy come down and
 engulf my rigid cock. She began  grinding again, but this time with
 each grind, Diana tighetened one of the belts. First at our ankles,
 then two at our calves, next our  knees and finally two more on our
 thighs.  Our legs  were bound  together, niether  of us could move.
 Stephanie continued to move around,  what little she could, but the
 feeling in my cock stayed the same.  As much as I tried I could not
 move inside or outside of her  at all. Finally, Diana tightened the
 belt around our waists, and whatever movement Stephanie was capable
 of  before  she  had  lost.  We  were  together,  in  bed,  kissing
 involuntarily, with my cock buried deep inside her, unable to move.
 We were both sweating and the heat of our bodies made us both itchy
 and uncomfortable. We  wanted to beg for mercy,  but we were gagged
 by each others tongues. Diana left the room again and we could hear
 the phone ring  over the sounds of our  heavy breathing. When Diana
 returned she  looked over at us  and smiled. She told  us we looked
 very cute, and hoped we  were enjoying ourselves. She also informed
 us that  the phone call was  their mother, saying that  her parents
 weren't going to be home tonight, they were planning a weekend with
 some  neighbors. In  fact, she   told us,  those neighbors  were my
 parents and they wanted to know if  it would be too much trouble if
 Diana could watch  the house and babysit me for  the weekend, if it
 wouldn't be too much trouble. Diana  looked at the expression on my
 face. I  couldn't believe it. She  looked me square in  the eye and
 said, "I'm sure it will be no trouble at all."

 So  there  we  lay,  looking  to  each  others  eyes.  I  felt both
 frustrated and excited.  I had just begun to  think of Stephanie as
 attractive. Now I began to think I was falling in love. The look in
 her  eyes made  me believe  she was  thinking the  same thing.  Our
 mouths were beginning to get dry  and pasty, but we kept kissing as
 if  it were  the first  time. Stephanie  kept bucking  with all her
 strength  against   the  belt  that   held  us  together,   wanting
 desperately to grind  her hips against mine. Diana  told us that we
 hadn't even started the evening yet,  much less the weekend. It was
 Friday night  and she was going  out, but she told  us she would be
 back around  10:00, and she would  bring over some of  her friends.
 She also told us,  they were no where near as nice  as she was. She
 left the  room, took a  shower, got dressed  and left. It  was only
 7:30.

 Diana  had left  us, bound  together, with  my cock  deep inside of
 Stephanie's moist  pussy. I could smell  the sweat on her  neck and
 cheeks, which was really turning me  on. Neither of us could move a
 muscle, and both  of our lips, and tongues,  which had been pressed
 together were beginning to dry  out. Stephanie was still struggling
 to get  free of the bonds  that held us together,  I could feel her
 breath getting harder and harder  as she struggled, her warm breath
 cascading over  my face. I  wanted to tell  her I loved  her, but I
 could barely make a sound, with  her tongue jammed inside my mouth.
 I wanted  to reach  around and  hug  her,  but my  arms were  bound
 tightly behind my back. As  time passed, Stephanie's pussy began to
 dry out and by 8:00 she  was exhausted by her struggles and stopped
 fighting against the bonds. Our mouths  were dry, as was her pussy.
 What   had   started   out   as   pleasurable  became  increasingly
 uncomfortable. I wondered  if Diana knew what she  was doing to us,
 and finally began  to realize that Diana knew  EXACTLY what she was
 doing to us. By 9:30 Stephanie was  in tears, and seemed to be in a
 great  amount of  pain. Her  cries were  muffled by our intertwined
 tongues,  but I  could feel  the tears  running down  my cheeks. At
 precisely  10:00 the  door reopened  and Diana  returned with three
 friends, each were carrying small  over-night bags. One of them was
 much older  than the other  two. Probably about  thirty. She had  a
 hard and cruel look about her.  One of Diana's friends stepped over
 to  us and  commented on  what nice  work Diana  had done. They all
 laughed, ignoring  our torment. Another one  of her friends stepped
 over and  began rubbing Stephanie's  backside. She chastised  Diana
 for not taking care of her little sister properly. She reached into
 her  bag and  pulled out  a thin,  long plastic  phallus, which was
 flanged  at  the  top.  She  commented  that  she  didn't bring any
 lubrication, but that  it was just as well.  She spread Stephanie's
 ass and slowly inserted the  piece of plastic inside her. Stephanie
 tried to resist  and squirm, but the bonds  held her tightly. Diana
 saw  my eyes  widen at  the sight  of Stephanies  anal torture. She
 stepped over and petted my head,  telling me that what was in store
 for me would make Stephanie's treatment seem pleasurable.

 Finally, we  were untied from  each other, but  left with our  arms
 bound.  Stephanie  began  wildly  humping  me,  trying to gain some
 relief for  her acheing body. Two  of the women pulled  her off me,
 and put her  down next to me. She was  kicking and screaming. Diana
 picked up  the roll of tape  that Stephanie had used  to gag me and
 applied several pieces over her mouth. Next she did the same to me.
 Stephanie looked  so helpless, but also  very cute. Something about
 the  tape, made  her look  helpless, yet  adorable. She had stopped
 crying, but was  shooting glances at Diana and  her friends letting
 them know she was angry.

 The older woman took notice of my cock and began gently rubbing it.
 She kept one hand on my stomach and everytime I was on the verge of
 coming, she would pinch the tip  very tightly and hold it until the
 throbbing in my cock subsided.  After several times, my balls began
 to ache, deep  down, and the pain became  incredible. She shook her
 head in disbelief and starring directly into my eyes told me to get
 use to it.

 Diana told us that we were  in for a surprise. She blindfolded both
 of us and helped  us up. We were informed that we  were going for a
 ride and we would be going for the entire weekend. We were led down
 to the garage. Stepahnie in her sister's teddy, and me wearing only
 my shirt. I could feel the cold  pavement on my feet in the garage,
 and I  overheard the discussion  between the four  women. Diana and
 Marcy  were going  to drive  me, and  the older  woman and  Diana's
 friend  Amy were  to drive  Stephanie. Amy  had a  van, so they all
 agreed Stephanie  could go as  is. However, we  were going to  take
 Marcy's car, which presented a problem. They needed to make sure no
 one saw me.  Diana added she wasnted to try  out something new. She
 began by tying  my elbows together so my  arms were immobilized and
 then instructed me  to lie down on the floor.  I felt a rope draped
 around  my  neck  and  someone  began  tying  my  ankles  and knees
 together. My  neck was tied  to my knees,  so that I  was rolled up
 into  a ball.  Next, ropes  were passed  around my  waist and chest
 securing my arms tightly to my body. The next thing I heard was the
 rustling of a cardboard box. I  could feel it being placed over me.
 They rolled  it twice, with me  inside, so I was  upside down and I
 could hear them  taping it shut. I also heard  the sound of a magic
 marker writing something on it. I  was so disoriented at this point
 that I  didn't even bother  to guess what  it said. Finally,  I was
 lifted and placed in the hatchback of Marcy's car. The door slammed
 and  I tried  to wrestle  myself into  a comfortable  position. The
 whole time, I kept thinking of  how cute Stephanie looked bound and
 helpless in her  room, and remembering how nice  our first kiss had
 been.

 The car  drove out, and I  actually fell asleep, exhausted  from my
 ordeal.  I have  no idea  how long  the drive  took, but I remember
 being woken  up by the  sound of the  tape being ripped  off of the
 box. They were  all making comments about how  well I travelled and
 how much fun  it was going to be  to have someone to play  with all
 weekend. They dumped me out of the box and I rolled onto the floor.
 Someone began  untying me so I  could stretch out. They  removed my
 blindfold  and left  me free  to stretch,  all except  for my hands
 which were still behind my back  and my gag. After my eyes adjusted
 to  the light,  I noticed  what had  been written  on the box, "To:
 Stephanie From:  Diana." When they  noticed me looking  over at the
 box, they  laughed. Diana called  into the other  room, telling the
 older  woman to  bring Stephanie  in. She  was dressed  in a  black
 bikini that barely hid any of  her breats or private parts, and she
 was down on all fours walking in  front of the older woman, who was
 wearing nothing but a pair of  thigh high black leather boots and a
 harness that surrounded her breasts  with rings around each nipple.
 Stephanie was in handcuffs and legcuffs that were attached by about
 a foot and a half  of chain, and in her mouth was  a thich piece of
 black plastic held there by a  leather strap. The woman was holding
 two sets of reins, one attached to  the bridal gag in her mouth and
 the other went  to a belt fanstened around her  waist, with a large
 silver  ring in  the back.  When the  woman would  flick the bottom
 reins, Stephanie would crawl forward,  when she pulled the top set,
 she would stop. To my surprise, Stephanie seemed to be enjoying her
 captivity. She  looked at the box  and smiled. She glanced  over at
 her sister and she smiled back at her. Diana told her that I was to
 be her property, but Stephanie would  first have to learn about how
 to properly  take care of  me. The woman  holding Stephanie's reins
 pulled them both up high, forcing  Stephanie to stand up. The woman
 told her  to go over  to her sister  and kneel. She  did as she was
 told. Diana told her there were  several things she needed to learn
 if she was going to be entrusted with a slave of her own. The first
 was to teach her the properties  of a slave, the second the fitting
 ways to  train a slave,  and finally,  how  to keep a  slave in his
 Mistresses control. She  kissed her little sister on  the cheek and
 told her  to look me over.  My eyes met hers,  and to my disbelief,
 all the sympathy that I had seen while we were tied together on the
 bed was gone. She looked like she was loving this.

 Diana and  Marcy stepped over  immediately and told  Stephanie that
 she  had done  something wrong  already. She  asked what was wrong.
 Marcy explained that a slave is never to look his Mistress directly
 in her eyes, unless she specifically  asks him to. Diana added that
 the  way  we  make  sure   it  doesn't  happen  again,  is  through
 punishment.  She asked  Stephanie what  she thought  an appropriate
 penalty was. She  thought for a moment, and told  her sister that I
 deserved a good, hard, long spanking. Marcy petted her on the head,
 and explained  that she was only  partly right. She agreed  that it
 was  an fitting  punishment, but  not for  me. Part  of Stephanie's
 lesson was to be that as a  junior Mistress in training, she was to
 be judged  by her slave's behavior.  She was to be  punished for my
 infraction!

 Before she knew  it, the chain between her wrists  was snapped to a
 clip on the wall and a table was slid under her stomach, stretching
 her out  over the top  of it.  The  legs were lifted  and the chain
 between her ankles was put under  the legs. Marcy stepped in behind
 her  holding a  thick wooden  paddle, and  Diana pulled her panties
 down  to  reveal  her  soft   white  ass  cheeks.  Marcy  recounted
 Stephanie's words,  good, long and hard  and began striking, making
 her repeat after every stroke the  words, "I am unworthy of joining
 you in womanhood, please hit me  again." Each time Marcy struck her
 harder  and harder.  Stephanie grimaced,  but didn't  make a sound.
 They were all very impressed by this,  and told her she had a great
 deal of promise. They asked her if  she would like a few minutes to
 discuss what had happened with me. She nodded. They all fell silent
 as she  stepped up and  towered over me.  I avoided looking  in her
 eyes  this time.  She told  be that  I was  doing much  better, and
 explain that I had disgraced her  in the presence of other women. I
 nodded sheepishly. She told me she  would have to make sure that it
 never happened again. She also told me that, since she was punished
 with a  spanking, that such a  gentle reminder was too  leniant for
 me. Instead, she told me, she was going to punish me by spanking me
 where  I  would  be  reminded  as  to  why  I  was such a worthless
 creature. She ordered me to lie on  the table on my back and rubbed
 my cock until  it became hard. Once it was  hard she began flicking
 it with  her finger harder  and harder until  it really started  to
 hurt. She  informed me that was  just to get the  blood flowing and
 began  swinging her  open palm  at my  cock slapping  it harder and
 harder.  Marcy had  given her  30  swats  with the  paddle and  she
 intended  to double  that.  After  about thirty,  she intentionally
 missed my cock and slapped my balls hard. My whole body doubled up.
 She instructed  me not to move,  and informed me that  she was just
 learning, and would  have to start over from  stratch each time she
 made  a mistake.  Each time  she got  to thirty,  she would slap my
 balls, periodically asking the others if they would like to give it
 a try, commenting  on how hard it  was to give sixty  good strokes.
 Finally  Amy stopped  her, and  told her  to examine  my cock  very
 carefully. She noticed a drip of cum forming on my still hard cock.
 Amy explained that I was about to  come, and that I should never do
 that  without  Stephanie's  permission,  even  if  another Mistress
 ordered me  to do so.  Diana told her,  it was time  for her second
 lesson, which was to define the  parts of the slave. She pointed to
 my still hard  cock and asked her what  it was. Stephanie responded
 by telling  her it was  a penis. Diana  pressed the issue  further,
 asking who's  penis it was.  She answered that  it was her  slave's
 penis. Amy  stepped in to correct  her, explaining that it  was her
 penis  and she  must have  complete  control  of it  at all  times.
 Stephanie  liked the  idea. Diana   took out  the magic  marker and
 grabbed my  cock, digging her nails  into it sharply. She  took the
 marker and  wrote on my  cock, "Stephanie's cock,"  explaining that
 was so she wouldn't forget.  Marcy suggested that rather than using
 my real  name of calling  me "slave," that  Stephanie should simply
 call me "Stephanie's"  so she would always remember  my position as
 her subordinate,  and the fact that  I belonged to her.  I actually
 liked the idea, the girl I was  beginning to love, was going to own
 me in every  way shape and form. I was  thrilled. I noticed that my
 cock was growing limp and had  grown purple from the beating it had
 received. Now  that it was  limp, it began  to burn like  it was on
 fire.

 Diana  told her  it was  the perfect  time to  teach me several key
 commands, the words "hard" and "limp." Amy brought in a a bucket of
 ice and  bucket of warm  water and a  towel. She told  Stephanie to
 apply the warm towel to my cock and balls and rub them gently while
 repeating the word  "hard" and then once, I was  erect, to hold ice
 cubes on my cock and balls, and  repeat the word "limp" until I was
 soft  again.  They  all  left  telling  her  she  had four hours to
 complete the training and she would be tested when they returned.

 The warm  water was soothing and  felt wonderful and each  time she
 applied the towel, my erection  grew almost immediately. She saw me
 watching her dip the towel and apply it, and decided it may be more
 effective  to blindfold  me, so  I would  concentrate on her words.
 Next came the  ice which felt more like intense  heat than cold. It
 took  just seconds  for what  had been  a rock  hard erection to be
 reduced to just a few inches of limp flesh. She alternated back and
 forth, and  I swore she had  stopped repeating the words.  I was so
 fixed on  the sensations that  I had simply  stopped listening. She
 must have brought up and deflated my erection a hundered times. But
 still she  kept alternating between the  hot towel and cold  ice to
 keep  me in  a steady  rythym. The  last ten  times or  so she  was
 laughing  as  she  applied  the  towel  and  ice.  Finally after an
 eternity  of  stifled  erections,  she  removed  my  blindfold. She
 uttered the  word hard, which  I barely even  heard and I  felt the
 rush of  warm water flow over  my cock and balls,  gently making it
 rise to its  full height. The feeling was  sensational. I looked up
 at Stephanie to see if she  was getting tired, being careful not to
 catch her glance.  She was standing a full three  feet away from me
 and had  her hands crossed  over her chest.  There was no  towel or
 bucket  in sight.  Next came  the word  "limp" and  I saw Stephanie
 smiling as  my body cringed  and I felt  the cold sensation  of ice
 shoot  through my  groin. I   looked down  in disbelief,  there was
 nothing touching me,  not even a cube of ice  in sight. She laughed
 and called  to the other room,  telling everyone I was  ready to be
 tested. She tried  it once again and my cock  shot up like a rocket
 and fell like a lead weight. She  looked down at me and informed me
 she hadn't used the ice or the hot towel for the past two hours.