Account 1
Dear Miss Candida,
I have been an ardent reader of your magazine for over 3 years and I am so pleased that you have now decided to have a section devoted to the restraining and enforced chastity of the male. I know from experience that without some form of device being secured on their pricks the males will continue to abuse themselves and also abuse us. I was quite adamant that my fiancé was going to have things done my way if he wished to remain my fiance, and I left him in no doubt that should he wish to break off our engagement I would have no hesitation in letting the reason be well known. I have some most interesting letters from him which I had him write out and I also have a very informative tape which he was most horrified to find that I had made one evening during a long discussion on the subject of him obtaining relief by wanking off. He says it is blackmail. Well, sexual blackmail perhaps it is, but it has enabled me to have complete control of him and use him for MY pleasure and amusement, and not the reverse which happens in so many cases.
There was a letter sent in by a Miss June in which she described what a big cry baby her cousin was now that she has taken over training and discipline of his prick. Well, I also have a big soft cry baby, and mummy knows just what cry babies need. I wasted no time in getting a dummy and also a feeding bottle. It was while I was selecting a bottle of nail varnish at the same time, that I spotted a card saying. Stop That Dirty Habit. It was a display of a preparation to paint onto nails to discourage biting them, I thought the description and the preparation were very appropriate for what I had in mind, and I wouldn’t be without it now. I give several coats of the colourless liquid all over his dummy and the teat of his bottle. It dries in a few seconds so a good coating can be put on. The first time cry baby had his dummy he spit it right out and made such lovely faces. I’m afraid Mummy had to give his dick a good smacking and then put his dummy back in with a promise of more smackings if he wanted them. The first time I used his feeding bottle it wasn’t very good at all. The contents were being wasted, but now when baby is going to have his bottle I first put a strip of sticky tape across his lips in which I have first cut out a small hole to push the teat into this prevents any dribbles or wastage and ensures that he gets the full contents down to the last drop. I enjoy watching his face as I pee into a jug I find that a few smacks on his prick encourages him to suck away nicely on his teat. He insists that he doesn’t like his bottle but I tell him that I can tell he does because of the contented gurgles he makes and the expressions on his face, and he always drains out every drop for mummy.
Apart from his restrainer which consists of a chrome metal tube secured by lock and chain. Whenever we are going out, or if I’ve invited female company to visit, I always make him wear a long legged pantie girdle. I have sewn a dee ring into the top and I secure the zip fastener to this with a small brass padlock. No one knows he is wearing it of course unless he wishes to go to the loo. In which case he has to ask me for the key. I don’t allow him to whisper or make signs. He must ask in a normal voice and make it clear what he requires, I find it really livens up the evening and only once did he try to hold out and I don’t think he will try that again. A big cry baby he may be, but he definitely didn’t enjoy a spell of nappy discipline.
I only have to drop a small pink tablet into whatever he is drinking and I know that in about an hour he will be bursting to go. It’s so laughable to see the look on the faces of my friends the first time they hear him ask please may I have the key, and of course the explanations have them in fits of laughing and almost in tears. While he is almost in tears for a different reason. One evening he had to ask for the key three times and it was suggested that he must keep going and playing with himself. So I made him explain just why this was impossible.
My fiance now complains that the fashion of tight split satin skirts are causing him considerable discomfort and pleads to be allowed some relief, I’ve told him that what he really means is that his prick is being teased and he wishes to play with it for his own selfish pleasures and this he is not going to do. I enjoy teasing it for him and I can spend any amount of time playing with it and sucking its nob, I like to rub my teeth all around the rim of the nob and find this makes it lovely and full. I have a narrower or shorter tube which I sometimes slip on his prick if I’m in the mood, and I ride him like a jockey, since his prick can’t get relief it remains stiff as a poker and I get complete satisfaction while he is left frustrated. But he’s only in the position that many females find themselves in because they have not yet fully realised the importance of restraining the prick of the male. I am certain that your section devoted to this area of Male Discipline will receive much acclaim, and I thought that the pictures sent in by a Lady Doctor were very good. The poor Males Prick looks so sad and dejected all nicely locked up secure.
I’m afraid my fiance doesn’t share the same enthusiasm towards the magazine as myself. And it was a real joy to show him the pictures and read out all the information. I’ve explained how fortunate he is to have his own private nurse who is prepared to devote her time and efforts in order to train him to stop his babyish habits. Perhaps we have some nurses amongst our many readers who would write in with their views and ideas. This would be lovely.
My circle of friends are eager for all possible information on this subject and I’m sure that nurses have quite an advantage over many of us. I have heard about the pleasures of administering the catheter which I understand is a tube which goes right down inside the prick in order to wash out the bladder. I’ve no doubt there are plenty of things done which are not in nurses text books and which produce the desired results.
My fiance is dreading future issues of the magazine, but I can’t wait to digest the informative contents. At least he now accepts the fact that his prick is remaining safely locked up and secured for a long time to come. The argument he puts forward that he is neither boy or girl I find rather laughable even if it is of course true. I’ve lots of lovely surprises in store for him yet and I’ve lots of time ahead to put them into practice.
Enforced chastity for the Male is here to stay and we must make the very best from this situation. I do hope you will receive many interesting letters on this subject. It’s so true, many males are just big soft overgrown cry babies. But fortunately mummy knows just what they need, doesn’t she just.
Yours sincerely,
GH, Middleton, Lanes.
Account 2
Dear Miss Candida,
I find your readers ideas for dealing with males who misbehave most delightful and I am very pleased to see that more and more males are discovering that no longer will they be allowed to do their own thing. I do think however, that one should obtain as much enjoyment and pleasure as possible out of the situation.
One of my favourite methods is as follows: I secure Paul, my boyfriend, spreadeagled on the bed, and he is then raised up with a pillow which I slide under his hips. After I have fondled it and teased it for a while I then start what I call my smack tease.
This consists of giving it a smack with my ruler for each button or hook which I unfasten, for instance, if I am wearing my blouse which has six buttons down the front and one on each cuff, then it gets eight smacks. I award a number of smacks for each item of clothing which I remove, and since I tell him in advance the smack value, he knows just what to expect. I have worked out for him that a blouse has a six smack value. This of course does not include the ones given for unfastening buttons, those are extra, a skirt has an eight smack value, but the button and zip are extra, one for the button, three for the zip. Since I consider undies are far more intimate, then it’s only right that they should have a higher value. The bra fastener is valued at four smacks and the bra itself ten. My French panties all have two small buttons at the side, each button valued at three smacks and the panties are ten. More often than not I keep my suspender belt and stockings on, but even so after its had sixty or more smacks, Paul is feeling very sore and sorry for himself, I make the session last well over an hour quite often it is even longer because I love to tease him about how he likes watching girl’s undress and what he does while thinking about it at night in bed.
I enjoy reading out to him the very interesting letters that are sent in by readers, he knows that I am making enquiries regards buying a lock for it, and I am extremely grateful to readers who have written in saying how efficient
and very necessary they are as a means of preventing masturbation. I think that at this time of year a lock will prove its worth because I know for a fact that he gets randy seeing all the girls in their summer clothes.
Once I do get it under lock and key, then I really will teach him just how I can tease, more than once he has suggested half in hope, that I let him bathe me. Well, if I have my way, and you may be sure I will, he is going to bath me, oil and powder me, dress me and undress me, and I won’t care if it’s coming out of his ears, that key will be hidden safely away.
I’ve explained to Paul that he is only just finding out about my nature and that I really do get my kicks from dominating him. I well recall the very first time that I produced a brush and razor in order to shave off all its hairs. He was pleading and squirming so much that I really did have wet pants. It was lovely to have him so helpless while I removed every trace of hair from it. It was because he created such a fuss, and in order to demonstrate my authority over him that I painted it all over with some lovely deep crimson.
I have read several authentic accounts of how popular it is now in America for the girl’s to squat on the face of the male. I have tried this several times and find that it is extremely satisfying, I am not yet completely satisfied by Paul’s efforts but I shall no doubt achieve what I desire with time and training, I like his tongue to be very active and at the moment I have to encourage it to be so with smacks on his penis. Once I obtain the lock for it then I may decide in order to encourage him, that provided he gives me complete satisfaction when I require him to, then I will hand relieve him once a month, but no satisfaction for me, then no hand relief for him. I am well aware at the moment that Paul is giving his cock plenty of hand exercises. Or pulling his plum as I term it. But I don’t mind since it allows me to tease it and deal with it, and he will be inclined to miss his so called pleasures even more when they come to a full stop in a few weeks time when I fit its lock.
There are many ideas that I am turning over in my mind for the future, but at the moment I am just getting him nicely ensnared. I was remarking the other day that he was getting a tummy and we would soon have to start doing something about it. Like for instance a nice pantie corselet. The look on his face as I told him, made me aware that this will be one thing he is introduced to, and he will go with me to buy one that he likes.
Yes, Paul has a very interesting future ahead of him, and I’m sure that I have too. Males are for the pleasure of females, and I certainly intend to get my share of pleasure from Paul.
Account 3
Dear Miss Candida,
Enclosed are several photographs, which I hope may be of interest to yourself and readers of Madame magazine.
The photographs are of my young male ‘patient’, Bobby, and show him during various stages of his treatment. Bobby first became my patient after having expressed an interest in hospitalisation. As his interest fitted in with my own dominant nursing nature, I decided to accept his case.
After Bobby’s initial and basic taste of hospital treatment, he decided that it was not what he wanted to experience after all. It then became necessary for me to make his treatment more ‘extensive’, ensuring his continued visits for hospitalisation, and at the same time satisfying my own dominant desires.
As can be seen from the photographs, Bobby is kept quite helpless as a result of his hospital treatment. Due to this helplessness, he is completely dependent upon myself for all his needs. Even such basic needs, as feeding, and going to the toilet.
Because Bobby is as helpless as a baby, I have found it necessary to treat him like one. He has to be spoon or bottle fed, has to wear nappies and rubber pants, has to use a wide range of pacifiers to be kept quiet, and other such baby treatments. All of which he finds most frustrating and humiliating, as you can no doubt imagine.
Should you think the photographs of Bobby, worthy of entry into your magazine, and interest is expressed by yourself or readers, I would be glad to follow up with more photographs and accounts of how Bobby became my patient and of his subsequent treatment.
I hope to give others, as much pleasure as I received, from by baby boy in bandaged bondage!
Yours sincerely,
Nurse Bond.
NOTE: From Mistress Scarlet
I recall some subsequent explanation of the various tubes and bondage paraphernalia although I cannot find the text. It may even have been from another dominant nurse.
There is a catheter inserted with a tube to a bottle fixed into place low down. Although his penis was ‘handled’ and ‘medically treated’ often, he never got relief. The pacifier has in it a tube which goes up to a drip feed of nurses nectar. He was often secured in a wheelchair and so could be helplessly wheeled around, at times he would be wheeled into a spare room to face a blank wall while Nurse Bond got on with other things.
Account 4 (included in blog of 8 Nov 2020), Shaming Masturbation
From him: Simple eye contact can be a serious weapon. My girlfriend captured the reason why when she looked at me with this smirk on her face and said, “I bet you’re wondering what I’m thinking aren’t you?”
I think that hit the nail on the head. Instead of closing my eyes or looking down, I’m forced to watch her eyes and her facial expressions. Sometimes she has this very superior look because she knows just how much power she has over me. Other times, there is laughter in her eyes because (I suppose) she finds it amusing that a grown man would jack off in front of a fully-dressed woman and then lick up his cum while she watches. But regardless of what I might suppose she is thinking, I don’t really know and that is what tears me apart.
My girlfriend continued, “No, you don’t have any idea what my thoughts are right now. I might think this is really disgusting, the idea that a guy would jack off in front of a woman and then eat his cum, rather than demand to fuck her or make her suck his cock. Or I might find it very funny watching you pulling on your cock and tickling your balls, especially when you get close to cumming and your face gets all contorted. Or I might be thinking how I am going to tell some of my friends what you like to do. That that gives me so much power over you that I can even make you lick up your own sticky mess.” With that, I know I shuddered at the thought of what her girlfriends would think if they knew. She saw my discomfort and she laughed. “Would that embarrass you,” she asked, “having some of my girlfriends you know to feed you your cum?” “Yes,” I replied. “Well guess what,” she said with a giggle, “I have told a girlfriend. And she thought it was hilarious.”
I begged her to tell me who she had shared our secret with but she refused. “Oh, I think it’s a lot more fun with you not knowing,” she told me, “It’s just another thing you can be thinking about while you’re gobbling up your cum for me.”
From her: Last night, I finally had my boyfriend put his legs over his head and jack off into his face. He was lying down on the floor and brought his legs over until they were resting on the side of my bed. Then as he masturbated, I alternately spanked and fingered his ass. I grabbed a hold of his balls and squeezed them tightly and told him that when he came I wanted him to get every bit into his mouth or he would be squeezed hard! and punished. He was mortified and I couldn’t stop laughing at his embarrassment.
When he finally came, the eruption surprised us both. The first spurt shot a big glob of cum right into his left eye. He corrected his aim but still managed to get maybe half the load into his mouth. I stood over him and spanked his ass hard five times and told him that I should further punish him by telling my friends how ridiculous he looked. He begged me not to so I told him that if he let me scoop the remainder of his mess up with a spoon and feed it to him, I wouldn’t tell anyone.
His first attempt to ask me to feed him his cum was too hard for me to hear so I gave his ass a hard swat and told him to speak louder. His second attempt wasn’t much better and I spanked his ass three times and told him he was trying my patience. I told him that unless he begged me in a loud and clear voice, that my friends would soon know what a cum eating slut he was. His response was much improved and I soon had his face clean and his mouth full.
I can’t believe how my boyfriend is responding to this domination. He’s become much more attentive to me and treats me better than he ever has before…..and I’m not talking about just in the bedroom. I think I’m really getting into this.
Currently I am forcing my slave to mastursize to a Pamela Lee picture up to 4 hours an evening. I caught him jacking off to her magazine images, so now he is paying the price. He wanted her so bad; now he has got her!! I destroyed his magazines and kept one pic of her. It is blue tacked to the wall at the side of my sofa.
I watch the TV while he faces the other way, next to me, staring at the picture and mastersizing. He knows if he comes, or if he loses his hard-on, he will be so severely punished. He knows how angry he has made me and he is very frightened. At the end of the 4 hours, he is locked back into his restraint.
The rest of the time I am teasing the poor bastard to insanity.
Account 5 (included in blog of 8 Nov 2020)
Dear Ms. Candida,
One of the best ways to tease a man is coming back into fashion. Yes, the miniskirt. Taking advantage of the warm, sunny spell, I decided on a day in London, parading round showing all the pathetic men what they could not have. Though I say it myself, I have very good legs and my new pleated skirt, covering only about the top three inches of my thighs, shows them off to their best advantage. I made Michael, my long-suffering man-friend, come along with me for a day of fun.
Mini-skirts are not common yet, not as short as mine anyway, so I got lots of attention from all those frustrated men who would have liked to screw me. Michael, I should explain, often falls into the same catagory. At 37 he is 16 years older than me, quite successful at his job but not so successful with the ladies. So he gets a real boost now he can show me off as his attractive young dolly-bird to all those executive colleagues of his. But of course in life there is a price to pay for everything and I am no exception. He keeps me, of course, in our nice little house, but he also knows that if he wants me to stay his little dolly-bird he has to satisfy all my whims. I am sure that he would not like all his colleagues to know what our relationship is really like. So if I feel like letting him screw me, then he gets his oats just like everyone thinks. If I feel like other games, much less pleasant from his point of view, then that is just the price he has to pay.
So oh this occasion I felt like teasing lots of other men. My legs certainly had a lot of attention. Some men, real creeps, just stood and stared. Others glanced at me and turned back to take a second look, shocked expressions on their comical little faces. Some pretended not to have noticed, squinting sideways and visibly flushing. I walked slowly so that they could all get a good look at me, gazing at my thighs and all wishing that they could have me.
Best of all were the men out with their wives. Often I met their gaze with a giggle and a smile, making sure that their wives noticed. On a few occasions insignificant little men, accompanied by redoubtable-looking wives, pretended not to be looking at me, but stole shiftly sideways glances. In a loud voice I demanded, “Haven’t you seen a young lady’s legs before?”
and strode on, leaving domestic arguments in my wake. Who knows, perhaps one of those couples were also Madame readers and the poor husband ended the day with a well-caned bottom or aching privates? By the time we were back home I was, frankly, feeling quite randy, and so was Michael. However I felt like oral adoration and knew it would be more fun to leave Michael frustrated. But, well, I thought I should be fair to him and I fetched the playing cards.
Michael’s face fell when he saw the cards, but he was desperate to get his end away and he accepted the challenge. To get what he wanted, all he had to do was draw a king. I did not even specify that it had to be the king of hearts, as I often do. If he drew another royal card then he would have to give me oral service instead, with his genital restrainer kept on to ensure he got no relief himself. Of the non-royal cards. A six or higher would mean that not only would he have to service me, but also that he would receive a few strokes of the cane to take his mind off his own frustrations. A card less than a six? Then he would be in real trouble. And indeed he was, a three of diamonds. Poor Michael groaned because he knew that I was still in the mood for a lot of fun, at his expense.
Soon he was naked and secured for the cane. I reminded him of all the men who had disrespectfully stared at my thighs, of those who had followed a short way, hoping no doubt that a breeze might whip up my hem and give them a flash of my panties, as did happen a couple of times, of the impertinant wolf-whistles that came my way. Yes, all this demanded retribution and his bottom was to be the target.
I do not know quite how many strokes I gave him. There was no need to count, after all I was not planning to stop after a mere half-dozen or even twice that. I was going to stop when I judged that he had a well caned bottom. Poor Michael thought he had a well caned bottom quite quickly and began his pathetic pleading but of course he was just being silly. I was trying to hit him hard and I was taking my time so as not to tire myself, but I am a girl and he is a mature man so he is just a baby to plead that it hurts so much. With lots of nice lines across his bottom and the tops of his thighs I decided that he had enough of the cane, but then I reminded him how all those men had stared at my thighs so it was only fair that his thighs should get more attention too. I have a leather strap, with the end cut into two tongues, and this is very good for paying attention to male thighs. With his legs a little apart, the ends of the strap reach the inner thighs quite nicely and soon he was turning a nice shade of red. My strokes aimed at the top of his nearer thigh gave him a little bonus, the tongues caught him in the male penalty area and he made a quite unnecessary amount of noise. Indeed I was impelled to register my displeasure by twice repeating the stroke.
Well, that was his punishment over, but the poor man had not had any relief, had he? Obviously the thing to do was to discourage him a bit. So he was duly repositioned for a little dicky treatment. Now I know that some correspondents like to give a man’s dicky a lovely hard caning and I bet that it is a lot of fun. However, I do quite prize Michael’s dicky at times and it would be a shame to spoil it, to damage one of the blood vessels or something. So while Michael’s dicky does get caned, I use a very light cane and whip it with lots of little stinging strokes that make it nice and sore. Working up and down the shaft, with the occasional, amusingly effective, low stroke, I soon had Michael’s dicky much too sore for him to think of playing with it, even if I were going to let him.
There was still the question of my pleasure of course. It had been a good day and a fun evening and it was time for my own satisfaction. Michael was moaning a lot, risking further punishment, but he dutifully knelt between my legs as I lay back on the edge of the bed, naked before him. With great care he tongued me in all my nicest places and, I must say, he brought me to a beautiful climax. And so, a memorable day was drawing to a close. I do not think Michael was thinking about his own relief anymore, but one can never tell.
I refitted and locked his genital restrainer nice and tightly to make sure. His restrainer imprisons his dicky of course, but the strap running back separates his balls and leaves them satisfactorily exposed, which can be quite convenient. On this occasion I “patted” them each twice with a ruler to keep his mind off other things.
I have been experimenting with my skirt in front of a mirror. By turning in the waistband I can shorten it still further and if I wear brief panties, without tights, then at the back my panties disappear into my cleft. Then if a breeze catches the hem or if I bend over just a little, anyone behind might think I am wearing nothing at all underneath. This could be a real tease.
Men will dash into public conveniences in droves to wank themselves silly on what they think they have seen. It could be a memorable summer if the weather does not let us down. Meantime, I am planning our next excursion, with the skirt shortened a little, and Michael will get a stroke of the cane, and appropriate dicky and ball treatment too, for every man who stares at me. I am saddened to have to say that Michael is not as enthusiastic about this as one might have hoped.
Yours Truly,
Cindy R.
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