Under Roberta
7. Pop A Rod
There was on man in particular that came to Roberta that she didn’t share with Mike (at least not at first). One Friday evening Pinky’s father knocked on the door. He had flown out for a conference and decided to make a surprise visit to his daughter. Alas, Pinky was away for a few days on a mini internship doing volunteer nurses aid work at a rural hospital upstate. Roberta flashed him a wicked grin and asked him in for a few minutes.
That next Thursday evening Mr. Williams sat naked on the edge of his hotel bed staring down at the weird contraption locked onto his cock and balls, recounting just how had had ended up in this predicament. Everything seemed confused and twisted right now. Worst of all, he had no idea whether he was happy or sad about it, but the experience sure as hell was erotically consuming. His cock was as hard as stone, it felt good, he liked it this way, and he wanted it to stay like that. He looked up at the video playing on the TV, back down at his crotch, and then he glanced at the clock: fifteen more minutes. His gaze shifted back and forth between the TV and his own crotch.
Roberta had invited him in and offered him something cool to drink. After she explained why Elaine wasn’t there, he announced his intention to go check into his hotel. But Roberta convinced him to stick around just a little longer. The damned woman had a way of getting you to agree to anything. She flashed her impish grin and held eye contact just the right amount of time. She was young and healthy. Even though she carried more muscle than what might normally be considered sexy, there was something about her that attracted you to her, made you want to be with her. She kept using phrases like ‘Yes you’re right’ or ‘I want...’ or ‘Do you like...’ She sat with her knees parted and he kept glancing up her short skirt. Being a normal male, soon his thoughts turned to sex. Somehow she encouraged it, stroking his ego without being obvious. Smooth as silk, he never saw it coming.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and tried to shake off these thoughts. He couldn’t. He imagined her without clothes on. He imagined running his hands across her smooth glowing skin and feeling her well defined muscles, holding her taught athletic body next to his. He imagined her strong legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back. Then he thought of his sexy loving wife and snapped out of it. ‘No, I’ve got to get out of here’ he thought. When he returned to the living room, she was reclining on the couch. Not the middle, or the end, but invitingly just off center. She held a long penetrating gaze with him as she planted her feet on the coffee table, lifted her hips, pulled her skirt up, and squirmed out of her bright pink panties. She picked them up by gripping them with a curled toe. She held them up briefly and twirled them around playfully, showing off her curvy leg and dropped them in plain view on the coffee table. She lifted her leg up higher, pointed her toes at the ceiling, posing, rolling her hips in a gentle humping motion. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her juicy cunt was on display. He could smell her female stink from here. Jesus Christ, how could a healthy man resist?
Actually he was already hooked. She had won the battle with that first little wink. She had a beguiling way of rewarding compliance with pleasure, batting objections aside like flies, and melting resistance like a blowtorch against sweet dairy butter. Moments after he made the first touch, her hands were all over him. She moved quickly, aggressively, and each time he showed even the slightest amount of resistance, she flashed brief instance if hardness. Soon he forgot even what the word ‘no’ meant. She stuck her hand down his pants and stroked him. He came right away, spilling his seed into her palm. It embarrassed him to do that, to show such lack of control. But that loss of control was exactly what she wanted. She scolded him, gently at first, using his humiliation as a weapon against him, asserting herself over him, shrinking his fee will, pushing him into an emotional cage where she could lock the door. He began to agree to things that he never would have before. Soon he found himself lying face down over the armrest of the couch. He felt something cool and slippery being spread up his crack. Intellectually he had a glimmer of knowledge on what was about to happen, but the concept that maybe he might not like it failed to form. He struggled some, but her surprisingly superior strength and upper hand position won out. In short order, his asshole was no longer virginal. She allowed him just enough freedom to wiggle helplessly. His objections were reduced to muffled grunts, for she had cleaned his cum from her hand with her soiled panties and stuffed the wet wad in his mouth. His feeble movements turned to rhythmic replies, meeting her thrusts, accepting her dominance, swallowed whole in the perverted pleasure of the moment.
Later that night he was lying on his back on Roberta’s bed, wrists cuffed to the headboard, hands stuffed into thumbless mitts, ankles pulled wide by a three foot spreader bar that was suspended from the bed’s canopy. She had coaxed another erection from him by sticking two fingers up his rectum and massaging his prostate, then took some measurements. She knew she was going to be gone for quite a while, so to keep him occupied, she picked out her most obscene lesbian porno dvd, played it on auto-repeat, and taped headphones over his ears. She fed him a double dose of Ecstasy, a full liter of water, and put a diaper on him before leaving.
The heavy Ecstasy high put Mr. Williams in very unfamiliar territory as he watched the movie. The silicone enhanced porno actresses performed unnatural acts one each other he hadn’t ever dreamed of. By the second time through, the on screen activities blurred together. About that same time he began floating in and out of consciousness. Even though his eyes were closed, the headphones kept the porn audio coming, guiding his dreams which were consumed with women fucking each other, often in bizarre physically impossible ways. By the time the Ecstasy wore off, poor Mr. Williams was completely disoriented. He couldn’t see a clock, but it was light out, so he knew it was the next day. The sights and sounds of pornography still filled his eyes and ears.
When Roberta returned she naked wearing one of her strapon dildoes and carrying a tray of items, setting something ominous on his chest. Judging by its shape, he knew exactly where it was going. She easily lifted the spreader bar on his ankles which pulled his hips and lower back off the bed and reset the chain holding him in the raised position. She took off his diaper and stuffed it in a plastic bag, then briefly wiped up his fouled crotch. She used a bowl of hot soapy water to scrub him clean. The soft soapy washcloth was pleasant enough, but the water was very hot, uncomfortably so. She scrubbed away thoroughly, starting with jerk-off strokes to his cock and cupping circles around his balls, just enough to get him rock hard. Then she spent a long time tending strokes up and down the crack of his ass, much more than needed to get him clean, making it clear how vulnerable he was. She washed his ass cheeks and lower back and his thighs all the way to the knees. Then she gave him an enema with warm glycerin infused water. He emptied his guts into the bowl, and she repeated the enema, making sure his entire lower intestine was lubricated.
She took that away and returned a few minutes later with another bowl of warm water and a shaving kit. Roberta used an old style straight razor for maximum fear effect, stropping it occasionally to keep it super-sharp. She started with his armpits and chest. Mr. Williams wasn’t a hairy man to speak of, but Roberta removes what was there. She methodically shaved his arms, then used clippers to give him a close number one buzz on his head. Roberta shaved his legs next, leaving his crotch for last. Mr. Williams knew what was next and passively accepted it. Roberta had done this to countless men and women, and was highly skilled. The shave was extremely close and thorough, with no nicks or even a hint of razor burn. Her touch was sensual, yet clinical, which kept him maddeningly on the edge of sexual release. Whenever his hips started to involuntarily hump, she would caution him, reminding him of the harp instrument in her hands.
In order to install the contraption, he needed to be less than fully hard. She mounted him, stretching out his asshole until he came. He could spew only a few drops of watery spunk and he softened quickly. Then she put this... thing, on his genitals.
He struggled some, even though he knew it was useless to resist. His semi-hard cock was slipped into a steel wire mesh sheath. His testicles were forced into two small cup-shaped mesh sacks and a sturdy metal band was closed and locked around the base of his scrotum. There was hard cylinder of some unknown purpose pressed between his balls, and held tight against the base of his cock. The inside of the supple mesh contraption was lined with a squishy, slippery silicone material covered with rows of little bumps. The penal sheath was cleverly woven in a criss-crossing diagonal pattern like one of those Chinese finger toys your goofy uncle trapped you in as a kid. It didn’t prevent him getting an erection. Quite the contrary, it rewarded him for gaining one. As his cock would fill with blood and lengthen, the only way to grow was to stretch the Chinese finger. The only way it would get longer would be to restrict its girth. Likewise, the only way to increase its width was to shorten its length. Each pulsing throb of his cock caused the mesh sacks to tug lightly on his balls. The result was dozens of small silicone fingers gently, deliciously massaging his aching cock and squeezing his balls with a warm, loving caresses timed to the beating of his heart.
Here he sat five days later, naked on a hotel bed with a virtual vagina locked on his cock, a fake mouth sucking on his balls, watching three women fuck on the TV, waiting for the clock to strike ten. And it wasn’t just any women. It was his wife and his daughter, acting like two high paid lesbian porno starlets, getting the living daylights fucked out of them by Roberta. They were not acting. It was very obvious that his sexy wife and their precious daughter were fucking with reckless abandon. The camera was simply recording the deed.
He looked nervously at the clock. Ten minutes to go. Mr. Williams was anxious, because last night he had screwed up. At ten he might learn if he was forgiven.
After installing the device on his cock, Roberta pinned his arms to his side and kept him that way until Monday morning. She marched him into the toilet to pee. She made him sit down to piss, and told him that from now on, even after he was allowed to go home, he must always sit to pee. The tip of the contraption had a slit shaped opening where urine and seamen could exit. While he urinated, he got his first erection while wearing the device. (He wasn’t sure what to call it. It wasn’t really a chastity device, for it sure as hell didn’t prevent sexual pleasure.) Roberta called him in to her desk, where she was typing on her computer. There was some software interface up on the screen. She looked at him and giggled. The upright shape of the device indicated he was erect. The look on his face told her he was experiencing some unaccustomed pleasure.
Roberta explained that the hard capsule held between his balls was actually a special purpose text pager. She typed a phone number into one field, then a series of letters in another. She pushed a button marked ‘Send’. About five seconds later, the capsule pressed next to the base of his cock started to vibrate. Mr. Williams’ knees buckled. Roberta caught him in her capable arms and gently draped him face down across her lap. He came, leaving a wet smear on her bare legs. She shoved a thumb in his ass milking his prostate, making sure it was completely empty. She made him lick his mess off her legs, and finish with some fabulous cunnilingus.
When they had both recovered, Roberta showed him some more features about his inescapable sex toy. The pager interpreted the incoming text stream into vibrations. Roberta could effectively program the thing to change its pattern of vibrations. The computer interface had a timer function. She could send him pre-arraigned messages at the same time each day. She also showed him how she had put his pager number into the speed dial on her cell phone, so she could tweak his balls at will. The pager was signed up on a company that had national coverage, so she could control his erections any time, anywhere. Roberta knew it wouldn’t ever pass through airport security, but she even had a plan for that.
For the rest of the weekend, Roberta trained Mr. Williams, beating down his free will, reinforcing his obedience tendencies, turning him into a compliant, whimpering, pussy-whipped slave. Roberta stayed naked but for the strapon dildo the entire time. She applied the riding crop liberally, however pleasure turned out to be the key to controlling him.
Roberta worked out five distinctive messages to be sent to Mr. Williams via the Pager. They were transmitted pulse patterns that he had to memorize. When he received one of them, he had to comply as soon as possible. If he was alone or someplace safely private, he was to comply immediately. If he was somewhere in public, he was to find privacy as soon as possible and then perform the required act. They were:
- Get on his hands and knees and wiggle his ass in the air.
- Lace his fingers behind his head and wait for the next command.
- Hump something, a chair, a pillow, the corner of a wall, etc. Orgasm if possible.
- Stick a fingertip in his mouth and lick the tip as if it was a clitoris.
- Drink a quart of water and a large cup of coffee.
All weekend long Roberta kept telling him that when he came back after the conference, the trap would come off and he would be getting a blow job. She would stroke his sheathed hardon just a little and then whisper the promise in his ear. She told him again when she kissed him goodbye Monday morning. She called him several times on his cell phone to remind him. This promise of pleasure ensured that he would come back to her after his conference was done, instead of paying some locksmith to get rid of the contraption.
As he was leaving Roberta gave him four videos to watch, labeled Monday through Thursday. He was to remain nude whenever he was in his hotel room and starting at exactly eight o’clock, he was to play the specified video. He had to make an early start that day, for the conference was located several hours drive away. During the day, Roberta sent him a number of pages, scattered randomly through the day. Four of them were number 5’s, the instruction to drink a large volume of water plus some coffee. This ensured that he would need to piss very frequently. Since he couldn’t well expose his restrained cock at a public urinal, he would use a stall. He would obediently sit down like a girl to pee. The device got kind of messy at this task, so he even had to use a little swatch of toilet paper, just like a girl. One of the pages came during lunch. Moments later he received a cell phone call from Roberta. She instructed him to ask the waiter for four tall glasses of water and coffee and told him to keep the phone line open so she could monitor the conversation. Then she spewed sexy prattle in his ear while he drank them all. Twenty minutes later she called him back and told him to drink two more cups of coffee. He spent every break possible sitting on a toilet, and took a seat at the back of the hall so he could slip out unnoticed.
The only other page she sent during the day was the number 4, because he could discreetly suck on a fingertip in public.
Monday evening after diner Mr. Williams dutifully stripped down when alone in his room. As ordered, he called Roberta to report that he was alone. It was still two hours until time to watch the first tape, so Roberta sent him a series of the first three pages to keep him horny and subservient. Then precisely at eight, he started the tape. What he saw was an amateur video of his wife and daughter fucking. The pages kept coming as he watched; a number 3 (hump something) was always followed closely be a 2 (stop). This made sure he dick stayed painfully hard and gave him a frightful case of blue balls. The movie was over two hours long. It was not spliced together from separate shots. Instead, it was one long fuck session that went on and on. Sometimes the two sluts would stop and look off scene, taking directions from Roberta. Her voice could be heard. They would change positions and then they were back at it. He now understood why his wife would return as such a horny slut after each last visit out here. When the tape was nearly done, precisely at ten, she called him on his cell and sent a 3 to his balls, telling him to hump the edge of the bed while she recited of some filthy sex talk in his ear. She reminded him of his upcoming blow job, promised to call the next night at ten, and left him alone for the night.
The next morning, Mr. William had to take a soapy sit bath. His cock and balls were starting to stink. The only way to efficiently get soapy water down between his cock and the silicone confinement was to masturbate. Luckily Roberta had told him that unless he obeying some other direct instruction (such as a number 2), he was free to whack off as much as he wanted. Sitting in a puddle of warm soapy water with a prosthetic pussy encasing his cock, it seemed like the right thing to do. This day went much the same as before, lots of water and coffee, lots of finger sucking, lots of masturbating in the men’s room. He took his lunch in his room so he could masturbate. Mr. Williams found it only slightly easier to concentrate on the conference presenters today.
Tuesday’s movie again starred Pinky and Winky. This time they were in Roberta’s basement, taking turns tying each other up, shaving, fucking, and whipping each other. The movie ended with both women strapped down, spread and exposed. At the end Roberta strutted onto the scene sporting her largest strapon, but the scene faded disappointingly. Mr. Williams couldn’t decide which made him hornier, watching his wife whip his daughter, or the other way around
Wednesday was much the same again. Mr. William started getting used to the whole predicament. He found he could concentrate on the presentations even though he had a raging hardon. At first sitting down to pee had seemed emasculating. But since squatting down was the only reasonable way to pee with an erection, it became automatic. That night’s movie had disturbed him though. It starred a huge muscle-bound black man. He was on Roberta’s bed, joined by two puny white boys. The boys treated him like a sex god, worshiping his monster cock, both of them licking and sucking him at the same time. Gay sex was definitely a turn off for Mr. Williams. When the big man shot his load all over the eager faces of the two white boys, it grossed Mr. Williams out and he turned it off. At ten when Roberta called, she asked if he was still watching the movie. He panicked and said yes. She called him a filthy liar and hung up. He tried calling her back, but she had turned her phone off. He called his daughter’s cell and it didn’t answer either.
No more that night, and none the next day; Roberta didn’t page him. So Thursday night he watched the fourth movie. This one starred Roberta, with Pinky and Winky as lesser costars. Roberta fucked the two women at will in every room in her condo. Some unknown fourth person had to be present; for someone was running the camera. Roberta dressed them scandalously and took them out into public. She felt them up at a mall while strangers watched. Roberta fucked his daughter against a tree in a park. She took both his wife and daughter down a whole row of toilet stalls, fucking one of them in a different position in each stall. The camera recorded his wife and daughter doing a myriad of lewd things to and with each other in a variety of public spaces while Roberta watched with amusement.
Now ten o’clock was approaching and Mr. Williams watched and waited, pulling rhythmically on his trapped cock. Precisely on time, the vibrator on his balls tapped out a message. Yes! Number 1! He hopped up on the bed and assumed the position, offering his asshole to Roberta who wasn’t even in the room. He noticed that his wife was in the same position. Her back was arched taught, just like his. Roberta had a hold of both hips, reaming her out slowly with a fat strapon dildo, her bald cunt drooled juices down her thighs. Her face held a look of consumed ecstasy. He looked inside himself and recognized his own feelings about it. Not shock, not jealousy, not anger, he felt envy. He wished it was him, with Roberta’s strong hands gripping his pelvis, manipulating him like a rag doll, stretching his asshole, again and again. He came, and a few pathetic drops leaked out onto the bedspread. At that moment he knew what he was and what he would do. He would go back to her place tomorrow and get on his hands and knees and beg like a wanton bitch. He accepted fully that he was Roberta’s property, just like his wife, just like his little girl.
In a few minutes he received another cell call from Roberta. She told him to watch the entire third tape from start to finish and to write down careful notes of everything he saw. If he brought home an accurate report, he would be guaranteed his precious blow job. So watch he did. On the tape he watched the big hung black man fuck nearly a dozen different smooth young white boys. Then the last scene showed his wife on Roberta’s bed with the big man. For half an hour she licked the big man’s cock, rubbed her naked body against his, and kissed his lips, face and chest. She backed her butt up against him and squirmed like a piggy. She straddled his lap and bounced around making her titties flop. But the guy must have been strictly homosexual. He never once got an erection, and never ploughed his wife’s furrow, even though she tried her best to get him hard.
The next day Mr. Williams ducked out of the conference early and made the drive to Roberta’s place. He did get that blow job he had been promised. It just didn’t occur to him that it would be his own daughter giving it. While Pinky deep-throated him, Roberta made him call his boss to ask for some extra time off, saying he needed to spend some ‘quality time’ with his daughter. It must have been difficult talking to his boss while his daughter wrapped her lips around the base of his cock. Then she called Winky and ordered her to catch the next flight out. Winky caught a taxi from the airport, and when she arrived, her husband was taking her daughter in the middle of the living room floor. The two paused long enough to watch Winky and Roberta kiss and hug. Winky ripped open her blouse so their embrace would be bare breasted, hard nipples smashed together. When Winky calmly turned around and offered her arms behind her for lacing into a single glove binder, he resumed thrusting his cock into his daughters willing pussy.
Mr. Williams had a remarkable ability to regain an erection after orgasm, and could maintain one for the longest time. The chastity contraption could be considered an erection trainer, and he had been an excellent student. She tried to think of a good name that rhymed, but nothing fit. He sported a nice big cock, so he definitely wasn’t Dinky. None of the other letter combinations made sense, so Roberta christened him Rod. Pinky liked to whisper his full name to him. She had only to mention ‘Papa Rod’ to him, nibble on his ear a little, and he got even harder, and his thrusts became even more urgent. In all their time together, Roberta had never yet made Pinky fuck a boy; lots of pussy, sure, and countless hand job and blowjobs. Almost twenty, and she had never felt a hard cock in her pussy. She was glad she had saved her virginity for her father, as it were. Now they were like two hot bunnies on a sex binge. Roberta had instigated it. Now she encouraged it with subtle suggestions and not-so-subtle commands. Though it made them both a little shy at first, they soon forgot that Winky was right there with the camera recording everything. They were fucking all the time, and when he couldn’t get it up any more, they necked and kissed and swam in each other’s sweat. The fact that incest would normally be considered taboo only drove them on. Toward the end of his second week under Roberta, she put an end to it by installing a fresh Prince Albert on Rod’s cock. He couldn’t have any pussy for weeks or risk infection. Rod and Pinky switched to oral sex and kept right on going.