A Husband's Femdom Slavery: An Eric Blue LLC Book (Scars of the Whip Training 1) by Will Schavis

Author:Will Schavis [Schavis, Will]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Eric Blue LLC
Published: 2014-03-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11 - Released to Work

"I'm Miss Allen, the sexual service trainer. I can tell you are ready to learn and I hope you enjoy your work with our distinguished ladies. They haven't had a man here to serve them for more than six months. They will keep you busy," the guard said as she pressed a remote control to release me from my feeding and care center unit.

I stood as the women of the cellblock seemed to return to their cells on queue. The load of liquid I was holding really did seem to be a record. I was going to learn to sexually serve the women in my 'pregnant' state. I suddenly remembered my demanding sex from my wife in her last days before the baby was born.

"This is your strap-on penis and some condoms to use on it. Slave-boys keep their strap-on penis units with them at all times. They must be ready to service a female at any time. You will be summoned to serve by your testicle implants. You are first going to serve cell 5 so you will receive 5 jolts to tell you where to go. Here is how it will feel."

Suddenly my balls were on fire with a white heat that almost made me touch myself. I remembered the rule, and counted out the 5 distinct signals.

"Strap on the penis and cover it with a condom," the guard said, signaling me to come into the cellblock corridor. "The cell numbers are over the door. Go to number 5, you are expected."

As I entered, I saw Miss Mathews naked and waiting for me. "On the bed slave-boy, I like to ride on the top," she said.

I did as I was told and I could feel the penile implant raise my horniness. Miss Mathews put her two hundred pound plus body over mine and worked her hips to fuck herself on my strap-on penis. You could tell it was good for her as she moaned and groaned with pleasure for more than a half hour. My pregnant gut hurt with each jumping adulation. My dick yearned for satisfaction that never came.

"Get out," she said, when she was finished with me.

I had been used and discarded. I remembered my wife accusing me of that often. I guess I had always thought sex was something men were to enjoy, and if the women did too, that was a side effect. This had all come home to haunt me.

As I went to my cell, I felt a new summons to cell 2. I put on a new condom and went to work. I found that the women would use me at least 3 times each until the early afternoon. There was always at least another round with the sex-starved cellblock inmates each evening.

I continued my physical training each morning, and served the guards their luncheon meal daily as part of my required work-for-training in the Morton Male Punishment and Subjugation Unit.

If I'd have ever had much time

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