Dr. Angelika Schumidt, since a very young woman, had dedicated her life, nearly four decades, to the study of the male psyche, ever since the opportunity had finally arisen in force. And, as she always said, for such a simple creature the study of its psyche is really the study of his body. When you had his body under control, especially its strategic aspects, you had the control of his mind.
She had always very much enjoyed to see how the manipulation of the male body affected him. She saw as her ultimate life's work teaching women how to best control and enjoy the male, whom the Goddess had created for her pleasure and use (she did not enjoy talking about her personal beliefs all that much, even if they were very much mainstream these days).
Today her life's work was mostly done. She had said all she intended to, wrote all the books she needed to. But even after affecting the lives of millions and having made a fabulous fortune for herself, she still refused to retire. She was too young for that. So she worked as an independent, sometimes at research facilities, sometimes at prisons or therapy institutions and such, sometimes still giving lectures and teaching at schools, prisons, hospitals, you name it. Over the decades, her British-Austrian accent had become very familiar a much loved to countless thousands of people around the world, millions if you counted the vast audience of her classic lecture tapes and audiobooks.
One of the two things in this world she had never tired of was seeing the light appear on the faces of women when you taught them what power they were entitled to. When you saw them apply it.
The other, after all these years, was applying her vast knowledge to a young boy.
She still kept her own boys, frequently exchanging to a "younger model" because she liked to keep things fresh. Younger ones were simply more vulnerable. She was such a frequent "customer" at the adoption center for abandoned boys under 25 that they got worried when she didn't show up for a while. "A fresh eighteen-year-old for Mistress Schulte!" they cried as soon as they saw her. Yes, and it was true. That was her preferred age. She wanted all she had to offer to be completely new for the boy. And she always got the best picks too. A virgin, with very rare exceptions.
She has once acquired a new young lovely. But she hadn't grown selfish! Has invited some young ladies to watch this first session with him and try their hands at teasing him. The girls were about the same age as the boy, maybe a couple of years older. He had seemed humiliated and anxious about the girls' presence. Angelika had given them the honor to strip him and to attach him to the table, with just a little help as she'd made sure he was secured tight enough.
It was then time to start playing.
Angelika was one of the first ones to importance of nipple stimulation. Especially when drugged correctly, this greatly added to the overall experience. Even by itself but especially in conjunction with the penis, better yet with testicles and anus included. Such wealth of stimulation could drive a male quite out of his mind. You could take control of his inside by manipulating the key places of his body. Whatever the purpose of the stimulation - pain, pleasure, or some delicious mix of both. Targeting - whether to control or to assault - his erogenous zones effectively, she had always believed, was the way to totally dominating his psyche. Especially torturers had learned a lot from these insights. A boy could be broken so quickly when one knew what to do.
The drugs she has administered to the boy here create the perfect storm. He does not know if the sensations he is having are pleasant or unpleasant, but he knows they are growing so intense that he can barely take them. But take them he does. Slowly but inexorably she takes him towards an orgasm the like of which is quite the thing to experience for the very first time. The first time was always the best. He would not be wanting it. He would be trying to stop it. But in this state he was powerless in her hands. Resisting only made it worse for him, but he could not help it. A fact which she had always found incredibly sexy!
She has started to play slowly, teasingly. Even the slightest touch was quite effective. Slowly the stimulation increased, her hands getting greedier and more dominating. She increases the vibration of the toy.
It grows and it grows. The boy moans and whimpers. He twitches and spasms. More and more. He seems to test his binds, unwittingly. Could he loose himself?
No, he could not.
The girls are mesmerized. They have had the standard sexual education, but this is now the best at work. They have never seen anything like it. How lucky they are! How lucky he is! Well . . . sort of.
They play a bit shyly at first. Taking their time, growing more comfortable. At length, as they are emboldened, while they stimulate the nipples they start to tease the panting, whimpering boy. They stroke his hair. The pull on it. They slap his cheeks. They call him names, like a good slut. They taunt him about his predicament, tell him how they enjoy it. Taunt him about his coming orgasm. How is their toy and can't do anything about it. They hold his head in place, hands over his mouth. Pinch his nose so he can't breathe. They keep getting meaner.
The boy's orgasm keeps nearing. The girls are quite good with nipples already. They focus on them now, at her prompting. They keep wetting their fingertip with their tongues and manipulate them concentratedly. One behind the boy holds her hands over his mouth.
Angelika strokes with the touch of an expert. Even with all the tools she owns, and she had co-operated extensively with sex-toy manufacturers over the long years, her tool of choice for bringing a boy to orgasm are her hands. The primal nature of of it, the feeling of control, could not be beaten. And for him, she believed, the experience of helplessness and lack of control in other's hands is very significant. Look at him now, the girl holding his mouth and the girls manipulating his nipples and her own skill with his penis. Combined with his body tied down and effected by drugs which make his body react in ways totally out of his control make for all that sweet, delicious whimpering and moaning of total powerlessness and defeat. That jolting, that spasming, that struggling, that shaking.
All of it grows, grows, grows . . .
He cums. It is quite something! All that jolting, shaking, struggling, crying. Reaching a pinnacle. The binds hold him, easy, but it is amazing that the girl holding his head down can keep it so still. She is stronger than she looks. Hopeless, muffled crying and pleading from underneath her hands.
The girls are amazed. "Oh my god!" Gasping. Incredulous laughing. Then delighted laughing. They never abandon the nipples, but they are squeezing them now.
Angelika keeps stroking for a while longer while the orgasm continues. Then she simply holds it by the base, admiring its subdued beauty.
The girls look at her with wide eyes. "That was amazing!"
She smiles at them happily. The boy pants and moans. She looks at the cock. Gives the girls a smiling wink.
Then she starts post-orgasm torture. Rubbing the head vigorously. Applying her nails on the very very sensitive head. He reacts accordingly.
The girls love it. They laugh. They go, ohhhh! They continue to participate. They continued with the nipples. They taunt the struggling, crying beauty. Mock his begging. "Bweeez, bweeez, bwooop, bwwoop? What's that, baby? *giggle*"
Finally the show is at an end, and Angelika grants the boy mercy. They girls stop too. He is panting and wailing. Eyes closed. "Oh god . . . oh, god . . ." He sobs.
This makes the girls giggle.
"That is the hottest thing I've ever seen!" says one of them.
Angelika agrees.
Then, after a moment of silence, with only the boy still moaning to himself, one of the girls looks at him, at the still-hard cock, and asks, "How is it with pain?"
Angelika gives the girls a significant smile.
