by

Jocelyn

This story is written by Jocelyn, please send comments and appreciation to Jocelyn

It had been several weeks since Kathleen had uncovered Boyce’s marital transgression with Krystal and had demanded that he wear an EROS C+ (enhanced chastity device) in return for maintaining their marriage. The EROS C+ device is a thin titanium ring fitted around a man’s scrotum and generates small electronic pulses of frequencies that control testicular functions. Whilst in its default state he is in effect a eunuch as the signals to his testicles ensures he is unable to get an erection and experiences decreased libido. In reverse, a change of frequency can induce a sudden hardening of his organ and enhanced libido. Alternatively, there is a range of pulses of increasing strengths that inflict pain ranging from mild discomfort to a level that would effectively castrate the wearer. And now, Boyce’s wife held the control transmitter.

However, far from being a penance Boyce had found that he somewhat enjoyed the sensation of wearing the ring. He was immune from the carnal temptations of the women in the office and Kathleen’s training had been slick and effective. She had frequently raised him to a passion, reveling in extended foreplay until an exhausting lovemaking finale - all timed to suit her needs. On occasion she had purposely held him aroused for a lengthy period without relief, feigning indifference, before condescending to allow him to masturbate in her presence while she looked on with apparent amused distain. Only twice had she deemed it necessary to inflict the pain pulses. Twice was one more than sufficient to ensure Boyce’s total subservience! She’d put his compliance to the test when, after he had on occasion retorted sharply to her, she ordered him to strip off and bend over, upon whence she delivered four stinging strokes with a thin bamboo cane. He had submitted to her discipline without hesitation.

The only cloud in the otherwise clear blue sky was her dormant threat that she would loan the ring to Carla for an hour or so to punish him for his infidelity. Carla Fleming was one of his staff in the office, where he was a social services supervisor. She had been late several times, had run up a telephone bill on her office phone with private calls and was consistently insubordinate. He'd impulsively reprimanded her in front of two colleagues. If looks could kill he'd have been struck down instantly. Attractive in a granite sort of way, she was often vindictive, not really suited to the sensitive environment of his workplace. Her small cobalt eyes, corn blonde hair cut short, and slim figure made her look almost boyish. He knew that she would be merciless with him if she ever gained control of the device.

Worst of all, Boyce knew that Kathleen’s threat was no idle one. Of all her virtues, and they were numerous, forgiveness was not one of them. And Boyce was well aware of the old adage that - revenge was a dish best served cold.

Unnervingly, Carla’s behaviour since his reprimand had improved noticeably. Though rousing simmering suspicions, as he frequently eyed her watching him catlike, with a faintly calculating amused expression.

On a cool overcast Tuesday morning, the day of his budget presentation to the team, the blow fell. He was just winding up the session, delivering a few summary bullet points when he felt an uncharacteristic urge in his groin. His erection was mounting quickly and judging by one or two blinking eyes in the front row was also noticeable. He couldn’t help but, with mounting trepidation, single out Carla sitting at the back of the room. She was staring nonchalantly out of the window, the merest hint of a mocking smile on her lips and her hand in her jacket pocket.

He quickly swung away from his audience and started to gather up his notes, muttering sounds of dismissal. His forehead broke out in a faint sheen of perspiration. He quickly bundled his papers together and made a dash for his office. Once inside his enclosed space he picked up the phone and dialled the administrator. "Marion, I’m going to be busy for a while can you see I’m not disturbed under any circumstances." He said.

"Carla said she has an appointment with you?" She replied.

He swallowed. "Oh, er yes." He couldn’t refuse. He knew with rising panic what refusal would mean. Oh God, better get it over with he thought wildly. "Yes," He said, his voice almost cracking. "Ask her to come in." He put the phone down, his stomach churning, his hands trembled.

Carla opened the door and stepped inside, turning to depress the door lock, before facing him. She was dressed in a black blazer and short matching skirt, a white open necked blouse and a green jade pendant hung around her throat. "Hello Boycey," She growled, grinning impudently. She put her briefcase on the floor.

Boyce said nothing, words were unnecessary.

"Do you know how much you humiliated me Boyce?" She said slowly. "You little shit." She approached his desk, leaned forward and placed her delicate hands on the polished wooden surface. "I understand you’ve been a very naughty little boy at home Boycie haven’t you." She mocked, dripping venom.

"My marriage has nothing to do with you." He hissed defiantly.

"Oh dear, now you mustn’t take it like that Boycie." She raised her eyebrows in surprised atonement. "This is an exchange of services. Your wife wants retribution and so do I, so why not combine our resources and get both over with in one fell swoop?" She turned to look around his office. "You’re well set up here aren’t you? A nice big office overlooking the city, carpet, pictures on the wall." She strolled over to one of the pictures, a framed print of an oil. "Ah, Evelyn Page I see – a New Zealand painter if I recall. Rather nice, she had a delightful talent for catching the effects of the light didn’t she. Did you see her painting Pohutukawa Rina? When a light is on the painting it actually looks as if the two nude women are dappled in the sunlight filtering through the trees. I rather like Summer Morn as well. Very risqué at the time you know."

"Get to the bloody point." Boyce muttered.

"Oh, I’m sorry Boyce." She replied, turning back to him. "Undress would you."

"What?" He said, starting to rise.

"You heard me, undress! That’s a simple enough task isn’t it? Even for a turd like you. Otherwise…." She pointed to her hand in the jacket pocket. She tilted her head expectantly and he rapidly complied with her instruction. Her index finger gestured for him to move out to the front of his desk. He stood there, looking just above her head, well aware of his hard erection.

"My my, who’s a big boy then?" She laughed at his discomfort. "Hmmm, how very BB."

"BB?"

"That’s what we call you men wearing an ECD. BBs. Bulldog’s Bollocks. Notice how an ECD makes your balls stand out? Just like a bulldog’s bollocks." She sniggered. Her tongue slid across her lips. "I bet you’d like to shag me wouldn’t you?" She reached forward and gently squeezed the head of his penis. He took a deep breath and despite his loathing of her, he couldn’t deny the perfidious nagging desire her touch generated.

"Well?" Her left eyebrow rose into a miniature arch.

"I, I er, don’t know what I should say." He croaked.

She reached into her blazer pocket took out a cellphone and took a photo of him. "Now, let’s see." She said, and unhooked her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She stepped forward and with total unashamed abandon, she faced him, legs astride. Boyce instantly knew that Kathleen had told Carla of his hot buttons, as she was wearing sheer black stockings and suspenders, with scarlet briefs. He thought her stunning, despite her spitefully glittering eyes and pinched mouth.

"Well, you’ve less chance of shagging me than Salman Rushdie getting an invite to the Ayatollah’s birthday party…" She laughed at the expression on his face. "Now, kiss my feet." She ordered coldly. Boyce knelt down and put his lips to her highly polished leather shoes. "Now the inside of my thighs." She instructed. He ran his tongue up her legs to her white flesh above the stocking tops, detecting a faint musky smell of her intimacy. She stepped away from him and sneered downwards. "Put your forehead on the floor and raise your arse." She ordered.

He fumbled into the demeaning position, and felt Carla’s hand from behind him grasp his testicles and pull them into view. "See." She said. "Just like a bulldog". She towered over him. "I really would like to cut them off." She muttered. She gave a small squeeze and he grunted in pain. "I wonder what Kathleen would say if you came home minus your balls?" She snorted, releasing him. "Probably thank me in the long run…. What do you think Boycey? Smile!"

He turned his head towards her and she took another photo. "Please Carla…" He started.

She interrupted him. "Would you like to be Kathleen’s little gelding? Her castrato?"

"She enjoys our sex life." He said.

"Actually, I know that. She did mention it."

"I’ve learnt my lesson. Let me go Carla." He begged.

"Mmm, I think I’ll have these printed off and stuck on the wall in the ladies loo. What do you think?" She viewed the photos she’d taken already. "Give all the girls a laff wouldn’t it."

"Please Carla, I’d lose my job." He said.

"True. But what a hoot hey?"

"Think what it would do to Kathleen!" He whined.

"Most embarrassing. Ah, yes, you’re probably right. Pity really. But then again, you’re much more use to me now Boycey. With these photos I have you in my pocket." She walked over to her briefcase, snapped it open and removed a short leather riding crop. She cracked it a couple of times across the palm of her hand and stood behind Boyce. "I assure you, this is going to hurt you more than it will me…." She chuckled and swung the crop, cracking it across his bared buttocks." Boyce yelped. She snorted with mirth. "At least I missed your balls Boycey." She said and repeated the stroke. "Is this what those perverts like?" She said, swinging her arm once again, increasing the force. Boyce uttered a faint shriek. "I blame all those public schools and the masters getting their rocks off by spanking schoolboys. No wonder the upper classes are so twisted!" She finally stopped, as Boyce’s eyes watered. "Now thank me." She ordered.

"Thank you Carla." Boyce breathed, through clenched teeth.

"You can rise now." She said. Boyce scrambled to his feet, his erection was still prominent and his penis waved about as he rose.

"You Boyce, are a little wanker." Carla said. "What are you?"

"A wanker."

"So, wank."

"No, please Carla."

"Wank, I said." He tone hardened. She stepped forward and took his penis in her hand, gently massaging. "I’ll start you off…." She smirked.

Boyce gasped, and as she released him he took over. Gradually speeding up as he approached his climax. He knew Carla was filming him on her cellphone, but he was beyond sanity…. And with a spurt, he ejaculated. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily for a few moments. When he opened them, Carla had gone.

He quickly dressed and returned to sit at his desk praying that his ordeal was over, when the telephone rang. It was Kathleen.

"Hello Boyce." She said sweetly. "Are you enjoying the morning?"

"You got your money’s worth." He muttered.

"I think I was a little late, I was held up on the way. But I think I made my point."

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

"Your erection my dear, in the middle of your presentation. I think I’ve proved how susceptible you are. I explained to Carla that I was sorry but I couldn’t lend her the control, but I’d set it in erection mode for an hour instead. She could take advantage of that. No doubt she found ways of embarrassing you?"

"She didn’t have the control?" He gasped.

"No." Kathleen replied. "Quite frankly my dear, I wouldn’t have put it past her to have done you permanent damage. Can’t have that now can we? At least, er not yet…." He heard her titter.

"You didn’t give the control to Carla?" He repeated, almost screaming down the phone.

"Don’t shout Boyce!" She snapped. "Or I might well let her have it. God, that would really teach you wouldn’t it…" She hesitated. "Of course I didn’t let her have the damn thing. I don’t want to share my power over you with anyone else Boyce. If I thought that was the case then your balls wouldn’t be worth yesterday’s news. And you know what that means don’t you…" She let the words hang.

"But Katherine…." He started.

"No buts…" She chuckled. "I thought I’d already got that point across. Maybe a few more lessons are in order? By the way, I’ll be a little late home tonight, probably about nine, so don’t get any ideas. Oh, and I think I’d like the lamb shanks when I get in, with baby peas and… Well I think you know how to please me now." And she put the phone down.

"Oh God…" Boyce thought. Now, with Carla holding those pictures and movie, he effectively had two mistresses. He swallowed, but at the same time his chest tightened with eager anticipation.

Outside in the open plan office, Carla answered her phone softly. "Hi, nice of you to call darling." She listened, and then chuckled. "Oh my yes, he fell for it just as you said he would." Her smile broadened. "Oh God, how much I’m looking forward to you tonight. I’ve got the pictures and video for you." ……. "what?" ……. "You must know by now how much I love you Kathleen, I told you, I adore you and will do anything for you… But you know that don’t you". She paused…. "Whatever you say. Boyce will never know I’m your tool. I will follow your directions to the letter. Oh yes, and I’ll enjoy every moment."…… "Until this evening then my darling." She pursed her lips into a kiss.

And then she smiled, her eyes narrowing inimically as she replaced the phone…..

End

June 2011