I did not
write this story. It was originally published by the author indicated.
However, he switched back between points of view, and gave no credible
explanation of how the device worked. So, I reworked the story a
little. I hope you find this "retread" acceptable.
-=o=-
THE ELECTRONIC
MAN TAMER
By PePe La Plume
I first saw him at the
electronics/telemetry seminar where I was showing off the various
products that my small company produced. When I say "my company"
I mean my company. I created it, I built it from scratch, and now
it's a thriving business. Many of the inventions were patented by
myself. I graduated at the top of my class. There was a certain
satisfaction beating out so many men.
In addition to being
a giant in my company, with a giant IQ, and giant salary, I'm also
a giant in any crowd. I stand 6'3'' without heels and have a big
beautifully proportioned body like a model, with jet black hair
and stunning blue eyes, if I do say so myself.
I could see him eyeing
me and I thought, "Yes, this one will do. I think he'd be perfect
to test my new product." I smiled at him, and he came over.
"Hi, I'm Logan," he
said.
"I'm Jeanie," I replied,
"Are you interested in looking at some telemetry equipment? remote
monitors? remote controls?" I asked.
He feigned some interest
in my technology, but the conversation quickly evolved into small
talk. He seemed rather pleased with his progress, and thought we
hit it off right away. We both lived in the same part of the country
and shared many things in common. He didn't know the real plans
I had for him.
It was a long boring
convention so we snuck away on the last day to do some sight seeing
together. I arranged it so we ended up in my hotel room that evening.
I was kind of tired and he was rather horny and we were both glad
to be going home the next day.
I led him on and we
had sex. It was totally vanilla. Yet he only lasted a couple of
minutes. I know I have this effect on men. He almost blew his load
on entry. I pretended to be very understanding but declined his
offer to give me head or try again later. I excused myself saying
I needed rest for the long trip home the next day.
Although he had given
me his business card when we met at the show, I'll bet he didn't
expect to be hearing from me after his inept performance.
I waited a week after
the convention and called him. It was Friday night and I invited
him to my place for dinner. He apologized again for the quick fire
act and we had a beautifully prepared french style meal served by
my beautiful french live in-maid.
After dinner, I suggested
we go dancing at the nearby club. At closing time I invited him
back to my place and said he could spend the night. As we got to
my bedroom could see that he was nervous, so I asked him, "Are you
worried about ejaculating prematurely again?"
He responded, "well,
err ... I really want to make you happy. Let me eat your pussy until
you orgasm."
O really don't like
oral sex very much. I'd rather you wait until morning. Maybe you'll
have better luck then."
He passed out.
When morning came, he
found himself waking up facing the ceiling, four pointed with leather
medical restraints attaching him to my sturdy brass bed frame.
He laughed and said,
"If you're into kinky stuff, I think it's wonderful."
Before he could say
anything more, I stuffed a pair of my panties in his mouth and used
one of my stockings to tie them in place as a gag. I left him and
went into my work room to get my invention. I came back, slipped
it over his cock and balls, and made the final adjustments. It was
a little bulky and perhaps heavier than it had to be, but this was
the prototype. The production model would be a lot more elegant.
If this model worked, I knew I'd be selling millions of them to
women everywhere. I made sure it fit tightly.
I went back into the
work room and came back with the monitor.
I got up on his belly
looked him square in the eyes and said, "I gave you two chances
to satisfy me and both times you selfishly lost control and left
me more sexually frustrated than ever. Well this time will be different!
The device around your balls is an electronic man tamer. I invented
it myself. It measures blood pressure in the penis to keep track
of erections. It monitors the muscle at the junction of the scrotum
and penis, so I'll know if you're going to have an ejaculation,
and it delivers pain and pleasure, both electrical and contractual
to just the right spots at the appropriate time. It will keep you
from ejaculating so I can use you for as long as I need to get off
or I can cause you to ejaculate at any time *I* want."
"The device has four
settings:
Level 0 -- you can get
off.
Level 1 -- you can't
get off but can maintain an erection.
Level 2 -- you can't
even touch your penis without great pain.
Level 3 -- the punishment
level -- the device produces deep seering pain temporarily applied
to immobilize."
"The device also has
an electro-mechanical stimulator. I can give you an erection, or
make you ejaculate at the press of a button. Settings 2 and 3 are
based on this principle. Whether you approach these conditions naturally
or I induce them, the result is still the same on settings 2 and
3 -- pain."
"All at the push of
a button," I laughed again as I showed him the controller which
looked like an ordinary TV remote control. "So small and compact,
it could fit in a woman's purse."
"Shall we try it out
now?" The engineer in me knew that I really needed to do more measuring
and testing. The woman in me wanted to have her fun now!
He laid there helpless
and just about trembling with fear as I grabbed his penis and used
my mouth and hands to get him hard. I looked at the monitor and
made another adjustment. "Yes," I nodded, "You're fully erected.
I don't have to see your penis to know that."
"Now let's try level
1." I pressed the button and the light on my remote indicated the
proper level. I took a peek at the monitor and saw the meter that
monitored ring tightness jump a little. yet.
Squatting over his penis,
I spread my vaginal lips and slid down. I felt the warm wet tightness
of my pussy wrap around his dick. This is exactly what I wanted.
I didn't move, I just sat there flexing my inner muscles around
his cock like I learned in yoga class. I was getting to him.
I felt him beginning
to hump. I could feel his cock pulse in anticipation of an ejaculation.
I could also see it on the monitor. The reading on the tightness
meter spiked, and he let out a muffled moan. He laid still, in pain
as the device slowly released its grip.
I laughed and said "How
did you like that? Don't try that again or you'll feel the punishment
level. I don't think you'll like it. It's just as intense, and it
lasts as long as I want." I continued to sit on his erection and
meditated. I continued to stroke his penis with my pulsating vaginal
muscles. His penis responded to this very erotic stimulation. I
watched as the erection meter rose, followed by the tightness meter,
and a moan of pain from my subject. I kept at it for about 45 minutes
and watched the cycle about a half dozen times.
I finally decided to
get mine, and I started moving my hips up and down slowly at first,
but then building up steam. The action caused the erection meter
to peak. Up shot the tightness meter. Logan struggled against his
bonds, grimaced and moaned into the stocking. I could see that his
reproductive system was trying to orgasm, and the potentials on
my machine were countering it.
I couldn't really pay
attention as I experienced an earth shattering orgasm. Still he
didn't come. I was lucky. I set the controls properly. I stopped
and his penis deflated immediately. All the indicators on the monitor
returned to nominal settings. I could hear him sigh through the
stockings. He was covered in sweat. I got up and said " Now you
know what its like to be left unsatisfied don't you?".
He shook his head yes
as I pressed the level 0 button.
"The man tamer is the
logical follow-on to two other, more legitimate products I designed.
I have a good friend who's a nurse on a urology ward. If any woman
knows about penises and how they work, she does. I had her consult
with me on two products that I want to sell to the commercial world."
"The first product is
a marital aid for men with impotence." I adjusted one of the settings
on my control unit. "The erection maker simply puts a gentle pressure
on the veins leading out of the penis. This traps some blood in
the penis and it inflates. It's exactly what the body would do on
its own if it could. The device even comes with a feedback mechanism
so it can keep a uniform hardness."
I watched as his deflated
organ started stiffening. "The difference, of course, is that the
control of the erection is in the woman's hands with one of these."
I said as I waved the control unit in front of his face.
"There is an improvement
I've added to the deluxe model." I pushed another button. "Can you
feel that?"
He nodded an enthusiastic,
"yes."
"It's a mechanical vibrator
and low voltage inducer. It adds stimulation to the erection, to
bring the man closer to ejaculation. It has a feedback sensor as
well. When the muscles at the base of the penis start to tighten,
it decreases the frequency and amplitude of the vibration. It's
enough stimulation to bring a man to the edge of orgasm, but not
over it." I watched with satisfaction as his penis started drooling
pre-come.
"If I press the green
button," I said with a dramatic display, "you will come. It sends
a low voltage pulse to the same muscles I was just talking about."
I could see his eyes, they were pleading, "Please, please!"
"Oh, don't worry. I
won't push it, but if I did, you would come. My friend and I tested
this on another subject. We could make him come even without giving
him an erection or any other stimulation."
"The deluxe erection
maker puts a man's pleasure totally in control of a woman."
"So much for pleasure,"
I momentarily stabbed the Level 3. He yelped, and his organ immediately
deflated. I pushed Level 0 again. He sighed.
"I developed the punisher
for use in aversion therapy for sex offenders. My friend showed
me a little nurse's trick she uses on her patients if they get fresh
while she's taking care of them. There is a way to slap and pinch
a penis that will make it lose its erection immediately. I just
have my device do it with twice human strength."
"The theory is to put
the punisher on a man and have him watch pornography. When he gets
hard, the therapist presses the button. In a sense, the device you
are wearing is a logical extension. It monitors the erection, and
when it gets to a certain point, it delivers pain automatically.
If all men were fitted with one of these at birth, the rape rate
would drop to zero."
"Well, so much for the
lecture. I just wanted you to know how it all works. I've turned
everything off. You are entirely on your own. You can get it off
now." He was still restrained. As I grabbed the monitor and left
the room I laughed maniacally and said. "Have fun now".
Little did he know that
I had him visually monitored as well. He laid there trying to get
himself off. I watched him wiggle and try to rub his dick against
the bed sheets but the bonds were too tight.
I let him stew for about
an hour and then sent in Yvette. Yvette is much smaller than me,
she has small but firm breasts a nice round ass and was wearing
white stockings and white crotch-less panties. She went over to
Logan and removed the gag.
He thanked her and pleaded
with her to let him free. Yvette doesn't understand much English
and told him what I told her to say, "Be quiet" as she showed him
a ball gag she was going to use if he didn't comply. He shut up
right away, and Yvette went to work.
She kissed him, pushing
her tongue half way down his throat. Then she straddled his head
and gently sat on his face. He licked and lapped her juices as she
fingered her own clit. She bent over and pulled his dick into her
hungry mouth, viciously using her tongue and teeth on his sensitive
tip.
I watched the event
with one eye on the camera, and the other on my monitor. I saw all
the indications of his erection and impending ejaculation. He exploded
in her mouth and felt her suck up every last drop. I noted with
satisfaction how my instruments caught it all.
She turned and kissed
him again, swapping his own cum for her pussy juice. I decided to
experiment. I turned on the erection maker even before his cock
went flaccid. It sprang back up. I decided to add a little spice
and turned on the vibrator feature. Even though he had just blown
his load, he was already approaching orgasm again. Since I had his
previous reactions recorded, I knew how close I could take him without
letting him go over the edge.
I had instructed Yvette
to play with him before going any further. She teased him with her
body as I teased him with the ring for almost an hour before she
jumped on his cock eagerly. She rode it forcefully and he pushed
as best he could. He shot off immediately. I turned off the erection
enhancer.
When Yvette was done,
she undid his right hand and quickly left the room locking him in
behind her. He quickly undid the rest of the restraints and examined
the device around his balls and cock. He tugged at it, trying to
figure out how to remove it. Each attempt ran into my anti-tamper
devices, and gave him pain. He finally gave up exhausted and went
to sleep.
He woke up the next
morning to the smell of a breakfast tray by his bed. I let him enjoy
his meal before walking in with my finger on the red button. "This
is the the punisher button," I explained, "If you give me any trouble,
I'll use it. You had a little taste of it yesterday. Do you want
the full sample?"
"NO!" he nearly screamed
back.
"Good," I said, "Now
let me explain how our relationship is going to work. Now that you
are fitted with the device, I own you. I will use you for my pleasure
whenever and however I like. Don't try taking my man tamer off,
it will do serious and permanent damage to your testicles if improperly
removed. It will fry them with electricity or cut them in half if
you try to pull the ring off. Don't worry about normal hygiene.
As you've already discovered, you can take a piss with it on. Getting
it wet won't hurt it either, so you can shower when you have to."
"I have a key. If you
are very good and could prove yourself a worthy and faithful slave
I might release you. I'm putting you on Level 1. You can enjoy an
erection, but will not be allowed to have an orgasm. I'm going to
let you go home now. Be ready to service me whenever I call you."
*******************************************
I called him the next
day at work to ask him how he was doing. "How is it going," I asked.
"What do you mean? I
haven't been doing anything." He added defensively. I could tell
by his tone, that he must have tried something.
"I mean, do you find
the device comfortable?"
"Well, I know it's there.
I can feel the weight
"What about irritation
or chafing?" I asked.
"No. It's OK that way.
It feels a little tight at times."
"Only when you deserve
it." I laughed. "Remember, it's been designed to do that. It's a
behavior modification device. Be a good boy, and it won't hurt you.
Be a bad boy, and you will be punished."
I had a genuine interest
in Logan's well being. He was the first subject to wear the device
for more than a couple of hours, and if I were going to market this
device, I didn't want it to have undesirable side effects.
"OK, I'll call you again
tomorrow."
"Wait," he said, "When
can I see you again?"
"Why would you want
to?" I asked.
"I'd like to know when
I can get it off again."
"I should put you on
punishment mode for that statement!" I yelled. "You have a lot to
learn. One of the first things is that your pleasure is secondary.
You first, and primary thought in every situation should be, 'How
can I serve my mistress?' Servicing me should be your major concern."
The punishment threat
was a bluff. My controls were strictly low- power, and line-of-sight.
I couldn't get a permit from the FCC for this purpose! He was strictly
out of range at the moment. The device remembered it's last command,
and that's where it stayed until it received new instructions. If
I were to die that day, Logan would be stuck on Level 1 until the
batteries ran down. That would take up to two years, if he were
a very good boy.
"I'm sorry," he said,
"When can I serve you again?"
"That's better. Meet
me for lunch at Maxine's at 12:30 sharp. We'll discuss it there."
"But I have an important
appointment at 1!"
"Cancel it, or you will
pay for it."
"OK, OK," he pleaded.
I had established the fear of pain as a control method.
I arrived early, and
was already seated as I saw Logan enter the restaurant. I activated
the erection stimulator as soon as he walked in the door. He knew
it too. As he approached, he looked down at the bulge in his pants
and asked, "Is that you?"
I smiled back and said,
"Well, I'm happy to see you too! I told you. I have this effect
on men, particularly you. Don't complain too loudly, I can push
the vibrator and set it for ejaculation. You're still on Level 1.
In addition to messing up your pants, you know what that will do
to you."
He sat down sheepishly.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I hear they have a
delicious filet of sole here."
He didn't appreciate
the sarcasm, so I continued, "I want your total servitude. You will
be the epitome of politeness to me. You will do everything to fawn
all over me in public. In private, you will do everything exactly
as I say, exactly when I say it. I don't want to have to use Level
3, but I will until I modify your behavior so that total submission
to me is second nature. Do I make myself clear?" I gave him an icy
glare.
He averted his eyes
down and said, "Yes, ma'am."
"That's better. Now
let's eat."
About midway through
the meal, I told him where my car was parked, and that I needed
him to put some more money in the meter. He seemed hesitant and
then stammered out, "I still have a hard-on. Can't you do something
about that?"
"Certainly!" I said.
I pulled out the control and put his device into vibrator mode.
His eyes widened in fear. "Oh don't worry," I assured him. It's
only set to stimulate. I won't do anything to make you ejaculate,
and I'm sure you won't either.
He got up, extremely
embarrassed, and made his way past the crowds with his erection
leading the way. By the time he came back I could see a small wet
spot at the end of the bulge. That was quite a bit of pre-come I
was making him produce!
I had a suggestion for
him. I reached into my purse and grabbed a sanitary napkin. "You
know, if you go into the men's room and put this over the end of
your cock, it will absorb your leakage. It may be a little bulky,
and people may notice it, but it beats what you're doing to yourself
now. Of course, you might consider wearing adult diapers if this
problem persists."
I handed the package
to him and he asked me for my permission to leave. I liked this!
I lingered over the
meal and dessert. I kept him excited for the better part of 45 minutes,
and I had him continuously erected for over an hour. I could see
the sweat on his brow, and there were a couple of grimaces where
he probably got too close to coming, and the punishment mode had
to kick in.
The check came, and
as our waitress went off with his credit card, I asked, "Getting
pretty horny?"
He nodded, "yes."
"Do you still want to
get it off?"
He looked hesitant.
He obviously remembered our telephone conversation earlier in the
day.
I assured him, "Good
boy! You're learning. I give you permission to speak freely."
"Yes, ma'am." he said.
"What you are doing is inhuman. I have to come. I don't care if
you press the button and make me do it right here in my pants. Please,
let me come."
"You won't get off that
easy," I punned. "Be at my place at 5 PM tomorrow. I'll let you
come then." I turned off the simulators. He sighed with relief.
"Thank you, madam. I
promise to be good."
"I'm not worried about
that. You're still on level 1. I know you'll behave. Remember, 5
PM, sharp!" I rose and walked out without looking back.
*****
Logan was at my house
at 4:56. I was waiting for him, and I reminded him, "I know you're
probably ready to treat me to another quick fire act, but we both
know that's not going to happen don't we?"
"No mistress, I want
to please you just please take this ring off me so I don't go crazy".
I laughed, "I don't
think you are ready for that yet, but let's eat and later we can
talk about it."
Yvette bustled in and
out with an exquisite dinner. I could tell that Logan's mind wasn't
on the meal. I knew that all he could think about was getting his
rocks off.
In this condition, he
was in the mood for a discussion on his future as my slave. "I want
to train you to please me without using the tamer but it's going
to take some time. Don't plan on getting off every time you see
me." I saw The look of horror in his eye so I comforted him, "Do
worry, I'll let you blow your load tonight."
After supper, I took
him back to my play room. I was proud of my interior decorating:
it looked like a medieval dungeon complete with pillory and stocks.
Whips, crops, nipple clamps, gags, blindfolds I had all the toys.
I took out the remote
and told him, "Take off your clothes and kneel down and kiss my
feet."
I watched as he got
undressed tapping a crop against my thigh impatiently. "Hurry up,"
I told him, "inadequate performance will be punished."
He got down and sucked
and licked and lapped my feet. I said "I require my slaves to pledge
their total submission to me." He said, "Yes mistress I pledge to
serve you."
" Will you obey me without
question?"
" Yes mistress."
"Good slave now get
up and put your hands and head into the stocks."
I slid the top down
into place and locked him in with a padlock. Because of the height
of the stocks he was bent forward. I said, "This is going to be
your punishment for your previous transgressions." I picked up a
ball gag and put it around his head saying, "Open wide," as I pulled
it tight.
I picked up my cat-o-nine
tails and preceded to thrash his ass. I lectured him. "It's pointless
to try to move. It will only hurt more. I assure you, I'm an expert
at this. I know what I am doing."
I didn't stop until
I added a delicious pattern of red stripes on both cheeks. I noticed
his prick had risen during the whipping. I smiled. He grunted. I
could see on the monitor that the device was applying pressure to
his balls.
I released him from
the stocks and had him lie on the floor and quickly shackled my
wrists and ankles to anchors in the floor. I propped his head up
with a pillow and made him watch as I slowly and teasingly stripped
for him.
He tried to look away,
and I pressed Level 3. The monitor spiked, and I heard another muffled
scream of pain. I liked being a high- tech dominatrix. I told him,
" I own you, you bastard now shape up and watch me or you'll feel
my love bite for longer next time." He mumbled some kind of contrition,
and I continued. He didn't dare take his eyes off me.
I sat in a chair at
his feet and spread my long lovely legs and started rubbing my pussy.
I used both hands in a circular motion starting at my clit running
down either side of my vulva and back to my clit with hands together.
I became hotter, and
so was he if the dancing potentials on the monitor were correct.
He was so desperate, he was humping empty air. I let him do it.
It turned me on to see him squirm for me like that. I had a great
orgasm with this man at my feet.
When I came down, I
told him, "I'm putting you on level 0. Wait here for Yvette." I
looked at the sparkle in his eye. I know he expected the same kind
of treatment from her that he got the last time. Will he be surprised!
I thought it would be
fun to see how my submissive Yvette would do in the role of a dominant
female. I was interested in seeing one of my slaves top the other
for my enjoyment. I sent her in dressed in a leather mini skirt
and matching leather vest. She had on spike heals and black stockings
the look in her eyes told the whole story. This was not going to
be anything like their first meeting.
I gave Yvette instructions
over a micro receiver built into an all- but-invisible ear piece.
The first thing I had her do was press her spike heeled foot in
to his balls. She removed her shoe and massaged his swollen dick
and painful blue balls with her toes and the rough underside of
her foot.
Next, I had her undo
his hand and feet restraints and signal him over to a dentist style
chair. The chair was special, it had stirrups, adjustable leather
straps, belts and rings strategically placed. He got into place
and she cuffed his wrists to the arms of the chair. I had her remove
his gag and put a wide collar around his neck and clip it to the
head rest to immobilize his head. She tilted the chair back and
placed him in a more horizontal position. She put his feet one by
one into the stirrups and locked them in with leather straps. I
had her adjust the stirrups out and apart and lock them into place.
As a final touch, I directed her to pull two belts: one at his waist
and one across his chest and buckle them tightly.
I noticed that his erection
had subsided, so I put on both the erection maker and vibrators.
Yvette's eyes widened as she watched his penis spring to life. With
balls full of semen and a couple of days of stimulation without
release, he was ready. Precome liberally dribbled out of his penis.
I had Yvette straddle
his head and sit down on his face. She parroted the words I told
her to say, "Eat me, you worthless piece of shit." I could see as
he struggled to tongue her pussy, but he couldn't reach it so I
direct Yvette to grind her pussy into his face.
I let her have her fun.
After she's had a couple of satisfying orgasms, I command her, "Piss
in his face." My French isn't as up to speed as it should be to
gave sexually graphic commands, so I have to repeat my instructions
more explicitly. I said something about making water, and face.
She got the idea and gave him a golden shower. I watched the piss
stream down the sides of his face.
Before telling her to
dismount, I had her wrap his upper arms in wide cuffs, free his
wrists, and pull his hand toward his cock. I had her adjust the
upper arm cuffs so that his middle finger tips can barely reach
his dickhead but not really grab it. Then I had her hop off and
leave the room.
With a mechanically
induced erection and vibrational stimulation, his cock stood tall,
as hard as iron. Yvette and I enjoyed a giggle as we watched him
try to touch himself but the cuffs hold fast. The best he could
do was to barely tickle the head of his dick and I could see on
my monitor that it wasn't enough to get him off.
I had Yvette fetch us
a snack and we enjoyed it as we watched his frantic thrashing. He
moaned and cried out for Yvette, anyone to help him. "Help me I'm
tied up and I can't get off."
I sent Yvette back in
after she cleaned up after our snack. By this time, his dick was
raw and painfully sensitive. I had her reattach his wrists to the
chair. I sent her to a drawer where she pulled out a pair of rubber
surgical gloves and smooth them over her hands. She reached in the
drawer and squirted a good amount of topical anesthetic on her palms.
She went over to Logan and lovingly massaged his cock and balls
with the desensitizing lubricant.
I turned off the vibrator.
It was useless now. However, the constriction around the base of
his penis kept it fully erected. Yvette rolled a condum over his
mountain of flesh, and mounted him facing towards his face. She
rubbed her hot wetness up and down his shaft, then suddenly without
warning popped it in.
In spite of all the
friction, there as noting Yvette could do to make his numb cock
ejaculate. She rode him for orgasm after orgasm. Even if he were
capable of coming on his own, there was no way I was going to let
his hard-on subside.
Yvette was physically
fatigued when she finally got off his pole. His cock stood there
quivering, waiting for release. So I had Yvette remove the rubber.
"Stand back," I told her, and then pressed the ejaculation button.
With the anesthetic numbing his penis, I was sure he couldn't feel
the full sensation of orgasm. Yet, sperm shot a foot and a half
in the air. I held the button down as he pumped jet after jet of
semen from his prick.
I kept him at it until
I could see his dick twitch but no more of his white liquid was
coming out. It took nearly a minute. While the anesthetic kept him
from feeling the good part, it didn't stop him from feeling pain
where pain was due. The cramping in his lower abdomen was so intense,
he passed out. Yvette untied him and we left him there.
He woke up still in
the chair with pools of his own come all over his chest and stomach.
He got up, walked over to the door and tried it, it was locked,
and he pounded on it. I opened it, remote in hand and turned him
back on level 1.
"You did well last night
my slave, Yvette was very happy with your performance."
"Thank you, mistress."
"I want you to go home.
Be sure you don't forget who your mistress is slave, Yvette is only
allowed to use you at my whim."
"Yes, mistress. I know
I am your slave existing only that I may please you."
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