***Author's Note: Little sex. Power, Control & Manipulation***
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Chapter 4 Tamara takes over
Monday was his return to work. Zack hoped for some normalcy. That ended when he went to dress. His underwear drawer was full of Depends adult diapers.
"Can't have jizz stains on your crotch at work." Fuck! He jumped like he had been shot. She laughed loudly. Damn can't forget she could always be watching and listening.
"Did you dream of real old hairy pussies?"
"Yes Miss Kaufman."
"Good pussy boi. From now on outside of the Therapy sessions I am Princess Tamara."
"Yes Princess Tamara."
"Every night all you watch at home is old women being worshiped. Sent you more videos and links. Enjoy work."
Nobody at work really noticed anything different. He was always shy, and quiet. Even among hard core techies he was an oddball. He could not concentrate on work. Was deathly afraid somebody would find out he had on diapers.
Home around seven. Didn't have the code. Stood there for a minute wondering what to do.
"Ring the doorbell dummy." He did.
"Hello who is it?"
"Zack"
"Who?"
Softly "Pussy boi."
"Cannot hear you. Who?"
"Pussy boi." Just let me in!
"Ask me again nicely and formally."
"Princess Tamara it is pussy boi." Click. Inside he stripped quickly. Faced the above door camera. Not sure if he had to wait for instructions. Scared to make a mistake. She watched him stand there frozen for ten minutes. Finally he gave up.
Microwaved a frozen dinner. Went to grab a beer. It was all gone! Somebody had come into the apartment and removed the beer. He got a glass of water. Sat and started to eat his dinner.
TV came on with volume high. Video was old grainy looking. Maybe in German? Two heavyset old women dressed in Domme outfits. Leather and rubber. Boots with high heels. Pants were open crotch. Two naked men at their feet. Men looked in their thirties. The scene quickly moved to the men on all fours eating pussy as the women sat next to each other on a bed.
"Every night seven to midnight, every morning five to seven, you will study female body worship. Understood?"
"Yes Princess Tamara." Despite his disgust at the unattractive old women he did watch. Men were used for full body oral worship. After the cunnilingus men removed their boots and pants. Sucked and licked the women's feet for a long time.
The climax of the movie was analingus. Both women standing. Men kneeling behind pulling the fat cellulite covered asses wide open to lick and suck. Zack paled at this. No way could he go that far. But the scene played again that night in his dreams.
Tuesday was relatively normal, except for seven hours of the videos. He arrived home, rang the bell, and was just buzzed in. TV came right on, with an email displayed, instructing him to prepare playlists of the videos. With a warning to follow the rules. Only oral worship by men on very old women.
Main difficulty was washing his genitals. No way to fully clean them with the cage on. Wednesday he went to the bathroom at work and caught a whiff of an unpleasant smell. He decided he had to ask her that night to take it off for cleaning.
When home he tried speaking to her. Standing naked inside the door. To no answer. Ate his meal. If anything the videos were getting worse. The sites she sent him were heavy fetish. Women were deliberately unattractive even for their age. Eating food watching an old woman pissing while getting oral made him gag.
Zack sat sullenly in his easy chair watching. Knew she was watching him. Waiting for him to fuck up. Just comply and get through it. He thought his lessening sex urge was the videos. But it was the pills starting to take effect. He had examined the pills. Surprised to find they had no identifying marks. Illegal. He would ask the doctor at his Saturday AM appointment.
"Get down!!" He tumbled onto the floor. Looked up then went into a kneeling position. Jesus Christ! Tamara and another woman had come in quietly. He almost pissed himself.
"Pussy boi do not blink unless I say so."
"Yes Princess Tamara." She was dressed in tight designer jeans. Over boots. With a skintight knit long sleeved top. Sexy quarter-cup bra outlined clearly. She terrified him now. But was the sexiest woman in the world.
Her accomplice was an Amazon. Taller than Zack and she wore high heeled boots. Blue jeans and a leather bustier like top showing ample cleavage. Quite attractive but thoroughly intimidating. Very athletic looking.
"Angela this is pussy boi. The compulsive masturbator I'm studying." Angela stared him down. He lowered his eyes.
"No worries Tamara, he looks like a wimp. But if he does try anything I'll break his back."
"Pussy boi Angela is quite an athlete. She can whip you straight up. But just in case, we both have tasers. If we have to use them, you'll end up in jail." He nodded.
Tried to distract himself thinking what Angela's racial background is. Very light brown skin. But almost Nordic like features. No idea.
"Dummy pay attention. You are so close to getting royally fucked up. We have beaten up an asshole before. Crawl to the bathroom." They followed him and stood together inside the door. She tossed the key at him. He removed the cage.
"Damn Tamara that dick stinks."
"Yes. We cannot let it go five days again. Throw the cage in the sink. Sit in the tub. Cold water on full." His lower half got covered in chilly water. Kept his dick flaccid. Quickly washed it then his upper body. Standing drying off he could feel it twitch. Bad time to get hard. He stood at the sink washing the cage. Trying to hide the growing erection. "Turn around." He did to find Angela with a bag of frozen peas. Shoved it tight over his dick and balls. They shrank and Tamara stepped in to snap the cage back on.
"Maybe on the weekend we can arrange some relief. Medicine should eliminate need for ejaculations. But can take time. Maybe we can find him a medical girlfriend." What did that mean? No ejaculations! Back to the living room.
"Stand at attention feet apart." They circled him. Angela put on two dish washing rubber gloves. Roughly grabbed his balls and cage.
"So boi why do you need these?" She squeezed. He went up on his toes. Tamara winked at Angela.
"No answer? Real men use them to put their seed into women. She says you're a virgin. Twenty-five and a virgin? No need for these right?" Zack could not think of anything to say. She squeezed very hard. He yelped. She got right into his face.
"Hurts? All they give you are aching and pain. Tamara how about chemical castration?" Her grip relaxed.
"Not sure yet. But one of the likely outcomes. We need to confirm what he is first. So for now just temporary measures."
