New ending for Sorority, Bk2, Ch6: After the Key
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 10:11 pm
Author's Note: A few weeks after I published the original chapter, I learned of a device that facilitated an intriguing option for the end of Jenny's trial and his three month ordeal.
The story picks up after Jenny turned in the key, broke up with Shauna, and brought all his evidence to the Sorority. Sophia, a tech wizard, inspected his files and reported to the committee judging Jenny. She finished her report, which is where I resume. Here it is:
After the Key II
Again, Sophia went upstairs. The committee stayed silent until she closed the door, glaring at me from their seats behind the tables. I had no clue as to my fate.
Dorothea remained in control. She stood and approached me, carrying a small, black drawstring bag. Her flinty eyes held mine. Oddly, latex gloves coated her hands. From the bag, she withdrew an electronic key. She unlocked me and deftly removed my cage, dropping it into the bag.
I was expelled! My eyes filled with tears and overflowed. My knees buckled. “Oh, no! Please! Mercy! Is there no hope for me?”
No one said anything. Some of the women smirked or nodded knowingly.
Miserable, I wept and sobbed uncontrollably under the Sisters’ unwavering stares. Eventually, I wiped the tears from my eyes, sniffled a couple of times and stood mute, head hanging.
Marci picked up Dorothy’s chair from behind the table and brought it to Dorothea, who sat in front of me. I vaguely wondered what next? They already kicked me out.
Tears still fogged my eyes so I saw a few details as Dorothea took something out of the bag, gently lifted my penis, and close something rather sharp around the base of my shaft. I heard the click of a lock. Dorothea stood and carried her chair back to her place.
A metal band a bit more than an inch thick encased my shaft, secured by a tiny padlock. I felt many tiny pinpricks all around my shaft under the metal band. What had she done to me?
“Gerald, you have committed a serious offense to the entire Sorority. Had you used the key, there would be no question but would be summarily dismissed. There are those here for whom that would still be a first choice. However, in the few months you have served, you’ve managed to get some good allies.” Her gaze shifted between Amanda and Veronica. “Your probationary status is continued. For the next three months all your shifts will be service shifts. As many of those hours as possible will be in the morning so that you have fewer opportunities to interact with Sisters or Auxiliaries. Your pleasure shifts will be distributed among the other Auxiliaries. You will remain caged at all times except for twice monthly cleanings. All sexual contact is forbidden for this period. Room and personal inspections will be frequent. You will not be spanked or physically punished in any way during this time. Your new chastity device is called a Punishment Bracelet. Notice that it leaves a small portion of your shaft and the tip of your penis entirely free. You are allowed to play with the exposed part of your penis is much as you like.
There’s got to be a catch, I thought.
“Recalcitrance, disobedience, complaints, especially about the nature of your punishment, will be recorded and considered when we next convene to consider your reinstatement. The injunction I gave you Friday to not speak of this matter to anyone is made permanent and includes all verbal and nonverbal forms of communication. Should you earn reinstatement, rest assured your body shall pay for your misdeeds. Do you have any questions?”
“No, Mistress Dorothea, it’s perfectly clear.”
“Does anyone have anything they wish to say?”
“I do,” spoke up Veronica. “Gerald, when you were first here I saw in you the makings of a deep submissive. I’m very disappointed that you attempted to break out, to reject the care that we take of you. I imagine you tell yourself that you did something virtuous by turning the key in unused. I don’t see it that way. It’s easier for me to believe that you found you did not want to risk losing the Sorority and realized the chance of maintaining your secrecy was small in the long run. However, even if you’re telling the truth and came to some realization of your own submissive nature, you won’t truly have learned that until the idea of rebellion is loathsome to you. So you’ve got a long way to go.”
I gulped, gathered my courage and said, “Mistress Veronica, you have always encouraged me and challenged me to submit more. I thank you for that and for the wisdom of what you just said.”
Veronica tossed her thick red hair and humphed.
“Gerald, you disappointed me very much.” Amanda sounded cold, distant. “My sincere hope was that by challenging you to understand your voluntary submission, you would stop your attempt before it went too far. Now, even your most generous advocates remain uncertain about your motives. It will be a long time before I can feel about you as I have in the past.”
I winced. That hurt. “Mistress Amanda, I deeply apologize. You showed confidence and trust in me by giving me the challenge rather than forcing my confession. I waited too long to learn the lesson that you led me to. I recognize it’s going to be very difficult and will take some time if that trust can be rebuilt. I want, desperately, to earn it back. I’ll do everything I can.
I appeal to Dorothea. “May I say something to this committee, please?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“First, I want to thank this committee for allowing me a path to restoration. I know some of you would like me not to have that option. I truly repent of my action. Only after coming to the decision to not use the key did I realize how much my attempt stood in the way of my true submissive nature. I was dishonest to all of you fine women who have made my self-realization possible and for that I’m truly sorry.
“I will serve my three months with a grateful rather than a resentful attitude. I will accept correction with a spirit of humility and be glad to serve you in any way I’m allowed. I thank you all for your fairness and consideration. I will do my best to live up to the chance you have given me.”
Dorothea said, “Nice words, Gerald. Time will tell whether they mean anything. Anyone else?”
No one spoke up. Dorothea ended the meeting. Everyone went upstairs, she and I last.
I received my clothes at the door, dressed and went back to my dorm. The new chastity made me walk a little bit bowlegged. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was uncomfortable. I sat in my room, rather stunned. 90 days. A tough sentence, but a lot better than getting kicked out. They deliberately let me think I’d been kicked out and sit with that while I cried. I sighed and took a deep breath. I hated those moments and my tears and begging were never more genuine. In my heart of hearts I realized they were wise to give me that time to let the seriousness of my offense’s sink in.
I crossed my… Ow! I’d actually forgotten about the new chastity. Crossing my legs really crunched it and it hurt! I stood and dropped my pants to try to figure this thing out. It wasn’t easy, but eventually I understood. The device was a hinged circle of metal with many tiny points protruding on the inside, trapping my shaft. The points couldn’t have been too sharp, for they were not in themselves painful. Essentially, I was trapped in a bed of nails!
I see, I thought. I bet I know what the catch is. I held my soft cockhead between my thumb and two fingers, rotating and squeezing it sensuously. As my poor penis attempted to erect, the points got more and more painful. Long before I achieved even a half erection, the pain overpowered the pleasure and I stopped. Yep, that’s the catch. I have access and permission to play with it, but it hurts rather than pleases. The lesson was so sharp I never attempted to fondle myself again.
Later that evening an email gave me a pretty heavy work schedule for the coming week. For example, Monday morning, I was to clean the kitchen before class.
Three months of pure drudgery — literally (cleaning toilets and downspouts) and figuratively (no sexual play, little social interaction). The Auxiliaries soon lost interest in asking me what it was all about because my answer never varied: “I’m not supposed to talk about it and I won’t.”
The bracelet! I thought the original device was a nuisance. However, it didn’t really hurt. As I moved about, the bracelet sometimes twisted and pinched. Occasionally, I flinched in public. However, in a surprisingly short time, I learned to live with it and sometimes forgot all about it. I even developed ways to cross my legs and that appeared natural.
Prior to my probation, few days a week, I masturbated for hours. Now, I could touch it, but I didn’t want to — the true fiendishness of the Punishment Bracelet. Cold turkey, no respite. I tossed and turned the first few nights but finally my body accepted the deprivation. Nevertheless, most mornings I awoke pathetically cupping myself with my right hand.
Nor was that all. For the first few days, one Sister or another checked on me daily. I figured these early inspections had a dual purpose, to remind me that I was under inspection and also to be sure I wasn’t harmed by the points in the bracelet. Though humiliated, I appreciated the concern for my safety.
After five days, daily inspections ceased. Other than work shifts, during which no one spoke to me except as necessary for my work, I had no contact with anyone from the sorority.
One day a text instructed me to be in my dorm room at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Susan, uncharacteristically clad in loose-fitting sweats, came in. “I’ll administer your first cleaning,” she said crisply. “Step out of your pants and take off your panties. Put your hands in your head and keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
I obeyed.
Susan, latex gloves on her hands, unlocked me and opened the bracelet. She turned my shaft from side to side, evidently looking for damage. She produced a small spritzer from her purse and sprayed the teeth. “Hold still.” She took another bracelet from her purse and spritzed it. She held the new bracelet open against the underside of my shaft, holding my eyes with her wicked smile. She closed it and quickly locked the new bracelet.
“Ow! Oh, that hurts! What is it? Ow!” The new bracelet was so tight I felt sure I’d be lacerated. “Please take it off, it hurts so much!”
Disregarding my pleas, Susan emotionlessly spoke over my whining. “At each cleaning, you’ll spend 20 minutes in the Training Bracelet. With one hand cup your balls and with the other fondle the tip of your penis. Do that until I tell you to stop.”
“What?” My penis felt like it was being cut in half! The last thing I want to do is play with it.
But…a Sister commanded me. I cupped my balls and fondled my cockhead. The pinpricks of pain around my shaft intensified. I whimpered and again tears came to my eyes. I nearly hyperventilated. It hurt so much and at first, touching my penis made it hurt worse. My shaft, though it made a brave attempt to get hard, soon retreated. No amount of touch elicited arousal.
Susan simply stared at me, a self-satisfied smile on her face. She glanced at her wrist watch from time to time. Finally, she said, “Time’s up.” She removed the Training Bracelet.
“Oh, thank you, what a relief!”
Susan didn’t allow me much relief, but unceremoniously clamped to the regular bracelet in place. She gathered up her things and left with no further word.
This frightening and humiliating, not to mention painful, ritual occurred every two weeks and never got any easier. The inspectors always wore spectacularly unattractive clothing, used latex gloves, and spoke no more than they had to to get the task done.
One morning when I reported to work, overheard some Auxiliaries talking. Everyone received new cages for which the security came from a plastic zip tie with a unique number on the tab. Well, I told myself, at least the key worked.
One day, I saw Dorothea at a coffee shop talking with Shauna. I avoided them. I sure didn’t want to see Shauna and feel her wrath yet again.
Soon after that, not quite two months into my probation, I saw Shauna and Ted seated at an outside table in that same coffee shop. He had a leather collar around his neck. I tried to avoid them, but Ted’s eyes held me. “Jerry!”
I walked over, forcing a smile. “Hi, you two. This is a surprise.”
“We’ve been seeing each other over a month now,” said Shauna, beaming.
Ted’s eyes shone as he looked at Shauna. “We’ve been exploring together.”
“Teddy’s very obedient,” Shauna looked smug.
I wished them well and made an excuse to get away. I shook my head ruefully. Looks like Samantha’s fantasy, that Shauna would become dominant, is coming true. I might’ve missed out on something really good.
My 90 days ended on a weekday, and I eagerly counted down. I performed every task they asked as well as I could and hadn’t misbehaved or complained. However, on the 90th day I learned that I would not get a hearing until Saturday afternoon. Three extra days. A text told me to arrive at 2:00.
Saturday, 1:55, I knocked on the Sorority door.
Author's Note: Jenny's bracelet is Kali's Teeth Bracelet (http://malechastitynow.com/index.php?ro ... duct_id=55), a fiendish device in three normal widths and a training bracelet with longer teeth! I've not felt the training bracelet, but I own one of the regular sizes. Wearing it is as described. My current (rather pathetic) record is over 50 hours.
One use of the bracelet is to condition the subject to associate sexual arousal with pain rather than pleasure, thus extinguishing the erection response. Not my goal!
Warning: An online friend wore his bracelet for 29 days, but ended up at the doctor's with an infection. That you don't need!
The story picks up after Jenny turned in the key, broke up with Shauna, and brought all his evidence to the Sorority. Sophia, a tech wizard, inspected his files and reported to the committee judging Jenny. She finished her report, which is where I resume. Here it is:
After the Key II
Again, Sophia went upstairs. The committee stayed silent until she closed the door, glaring at me from their seats behind the tables. I had no clue as to my fate.
Dorothea remained in control. She stood and approached me, carrying a small, black drawstring bag. Her flinty eyes held mine. Oddly, latex gloves coated her hands. From the bag, she withdrew an electronic key. She unlocked me and deftly removed my cage, dropping it into the bag.
I was expelled! My eyes filled with tears and overflowed. My knees buckled. “Oh, no! Please! Mercy! Is there no hope for me?”
No one said anything. Some of the women smirked or nodded knowingly.
Miserable, I wept and sobbed uncontrollably under the Sisters’ unwavering stares. Eventually, I wiped the tears from my eyes, sniffled a couple of times and stood mute, head hanging.
Marci picked up Dorothy’s chair from behind the table and brought it to Dorothea, who sat in front of me. I vaguely wondered what next? They already kicked me out.
Tears still fogged my eyes so I saw a few details as Dorothea took something out of the bag, gently lifted my penis, and close something rather sharp around the base of my shaft. I heard the click of a lock. Dorothea stood and carried her chair back to her place.
A metal band a bit more than an inch thick encased my shaft, secured by a tiny padlock. I felt many tiny pinpricks all around my shaft under the metal band. What had she done to me?
“Gerald, you have committed a serious offense to the entire Sorority. Had you used the key, there would be no question but would be summarily dismissed. There are those here for whom that would still be a first choice. However, in the few months you have served, you’ve managed to get some good allies.” Her gaze shifted between Amanda and Veronica. “Your probationary status is continued. For the next three months all your shifts will be service shifts. As many of those hours as possible will be in the morning so that you have fewer opportunities to interact with Sisters or Auxiliaries. Your pleasure shifts will be distributed among the other Auxiliaries. You will remain caged at all times except for twice monthly cleanings. All sexual contact is forbidden for this period. Room and personal inspections will be frequent. You will not be spanked or physically punished in any way during this time. Your new chastity device is called a Punishment Bracelet. Notice that it leaves a small portion of your shaft and the tip of your penis entirely free. You are allowed to play with the exposed part of your penis is much as you like.
There’s got to be a catch, I thought.
“Recalcitrance, disobedience, complaints, especially about the nature of your punishment, will be recorded and considered when we next convene to consider your reinstatement. The injunction I gave you Friday to not speak of this matter to anyone is made permanent and includes all verbal and nonverbal forms of communication. Should you earn reinstatement, rest assured your body shall pay for your misdeeds. Do you have any questions?”
“No, Mistress Dorothea, it’s perfectly clear.”
“Does anyone have anything they wish to say?”
“I do,” spoke up Veronica. “Gerald, when you were first here I saw in you the makings of a deep submissive. I’m very disappointed that you attempted to break out, to reject the care that we take of you. I imagine you tell yourself that you did something virtuous by turning the key in unused. I don’t see it that way. It’s easier for me to believe that you found you did not want to risk losing the Sorority and realized the chance of maintaining your secrecy was small in the long run. However, even if you’re telling the truth and came to some realization of your own submissive nature, you won’t truly have learned that until the idea of rebellion is loathsome to you. So you’ve got a long way to go.”
I gulped, gathered my courage and said, “Mistress Veronica, you have always encouraged me and challenged me to submit more. I thank you for that and for the wisdom of what you just said.”
Veronica tossed her thick red hair and humphed.
“Gerald, you disappointed me very much.” Amanda sounded cold, distant. “My sincere hope was that by challenging you to understand your voluntary submission, you would stop your attempt before it went too far. Now, even your most generous advocates remain uncertain about your motives. It will be a long time before I can feel about you as I have in the past.”
I winced. That hurt. “Mistress Amanda, I deeply apologize. You showed confidence and trust in me by giving me the challenge rather than forcing my confession. I waited too long to learn the lesson that you led me to. I recognize it’s going to be very difficult and will take some time if that trust can be rebuilt. I want, desperately, to earn it back. I’ll do everything I can.
I appeal to Dorothea. “May I say something to this committee, please?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“First, I want to thank this committee for allowing me a path to restoration. I know some of you would like me not to have that option. I truly repent of my action. Only after coming to the decision to not use the key did I realize how much my attempt stood in the way of my true submissive nature. I was dishonest to all of you fine women who have made my self-realization possible and for that I’m truly sorry.
“I will serve my three months with a grateful rather than a resentful attitude. I will accept correction with a spirit of humility and be glad to serve you in any way I’m allowed. I thank you all for your fairness and consideration. I will do my best to live up to the chance you have given me.”
Dorothea said, “Nice words, Gerald. Time will tell whether they mean anything. Anyone else?”
No one spoke up. Dorothea ended the meeting. Everyone went upstairs, she and I last.
I received my clothes at the door, dressed and went back to my dorm. The new chastity made me walk a little bit bowlegged. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was uncomfortable. I sat in my room, rather stunned. 90 days. A tough sentence, but a lot better than getting kicked out. They deliberately let me think I’d been kicked out and sit with that while I cried. I sighed and took a deep breath. I hated those moments and my tears and begging were never more genuine. In my heart of hearts I realized they were wise to give me that time to let the seriousness of my offense’s sink in.
I crossed my… Ow! I’d actually forgotten about the new chastity. Crossing my legs really crunched it and it hurt! I stood and dropped my pants to try to figure this thing out. It wasn’t easy, but eventually I understood. The device was a hinged circle of metal with many tiny points protruding on the inside, trapping my shaft. The points couldn’t have been too sharp, for they were not in themselves painful. Essentially, I was trapped in a bed of nails!
I see, I thought. I bet I know what the catch is. I held my soft cockhead between my thumb and two fingers, rotating and squeezing it sensuously. As my poor penis attempted to erect, the points got more and more painful. Long before I achieved even a half erection, the pain overpowered the pleasure and I stopped. Yep, that’s the catch. I have access and permission to play with it, but it hurts rather than pleases. The lesson was so sharp I never attempted to fondle myself again.
Later that evening an email gave me a pretty heavy work schedule for the coming week. For example, Monday morning, I was to clean the kitchen before class.
Three months of pure drudgery — literally (cleaning toilets and downspouts) and figuratively (no sexual play, little social interaction). The Auxiliaries soon lost interest in asking me what it was all about because my answer never varied: “I’m not supposed to talk about it and I won’t.”
The bracelet! I thought the original device was a nuisance. However, it didn’t really hurt. As I moved about, the bracelet sometimes twisted and pinched. Occasionally, I flinched in public. However, in a surprisingly short time, I learned to live with it and sometimes forgot all about it. I even developed ways to cross my legs and that appeared natural.
Prior to my probation, few days a week, I masturbated for hours. Now, I could touch it, but I didn’t want to — the true fiendishness of the Punishment Bracelet. Cold turkey, no respite. I tossed and turned the first few nights but finally my body accepted the deprivation. Nevertheless, most mornings I awoke pathetically cupping myself with my right hand.
Nor was that all. For the first few days, one Sister or another checked on me daily. I figured these early inspections had a dual purpose, to remind me that I was under inspection and also to be sure I wasn’t harmed by the points in the bracelet. Though humiliated, I appreciated the concern for my safety.
After five days, daily inspections ceased. Other than work shifts, during which no one spoke to me except as necessary for my work, I had no contact with anyone from the sorority.
One day a text instructed me to be in my dorm room at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Susan, uncharacteristically clad in loose-fitting sweats, came in. “I’ll administer your first cleaning,” she said crisply. “Step out of your pants and take off your panties. Put your hands in your head and keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
I obeyed.
Susan, latex gloves on her hands, unlocked me and opened the bracelet. She turned my shaft from side to side, evidently looking for damage. She produced a small spritzer from her purse and sprayed the teeth. “Hold still.” She took another bracelet from her purse and spritzed it. She held the new bracelet open against the underside of my shaft, holding my eyes with her wicked smile. She closed it and quickly locked the new bracelet.
“Ow! Oh, that hurts! What is it? Ow!” The new bracelet was so tight I felt sure I’d be lacerated. “Please take it off, it hurts so much!”
Disregarding my pleas, Susan emotionlessly spoke over my whining. “At each cleaning, you’ll spend 20 minutes in the Training Bracelet. With one hand cup your balls and with the other fondle the tip of your penis. Do that until I tell you to stop.”
“What?” My penis felt like it was being cut in half! The last thing I want to do is play with it.
But…a Sister commanded me. I cupped my balls and fondled my cockhead. The pinpricks of pain around my shaft intensified. I whimpered and again tears came to my eyes. I nearly hyperventilated. It hurt so much and at first, touching my penis made it hurt worse. My shaft, though it made a brave attempt to get hard, soon retreated. No amount of touch elicited arousal.
Susan simply stared at me, a self-satisfied smile on her face. She glanced at her wrist watch from time to time. Finally, she said, “Time’s up.” She removed the Training Bracelet.
“Oh, thank you, what a relief!”
Susan didn’t allow me much relief, but unceremoniously clamped to the regular bracelet in place. She gathered up her things and left with no further word.
This frightening and humiliating, not to mention painful, ritual occurred every two weeks and never got any easier. The inspectors always wore spectacularly unattractive clothing, used latex gloves, and spoke no more than they had to to get the task done.
One morning when I reported to work, overheard some Auxiliaries talking. Everyone received new cages for which the security came from a plastic zip tie with a unique number on the tab. Well, I told myself, at least the key worked.
One day, I saw Dorothea at a coffee shop talking with Shauna. I avoided them. I sure didn’t want to see Shauna and feel her wrath yet again.
Soon after that, not quite two months into my probation, I saw Shauna and Ted seated at an outside table in that same coffee shop. He had a leather collar around his neck. I tried to avoid them, but Ted’s eyes held me. “Jerry!”
I walked over, forcing a smile. “Hi, you two. This is a surprise.”
“We’ve been seeing each other over a month now,” said Shauna, beaming.
Ted’s eyes shone as he looked at Shauna. “We’ve been exploring together.”
“Teddy’s very obedient,” Shauna looked smug.
I wished them well and made an excuse to get away. I shook my head ruefully. Looks like Samantha’s fantasy, that Shauna would become dominant, is coming true. I might’ve missed out on something really good.
My 90 days ended on a weekday, and I eagerly counted down. I performed every task they asked as well as I could and hadn’t misbehaved or complained. However, on the 90th day I learned that I would not get a hearing until Saturday afternoon. Three extra days. A text told me to arrive at 2:00.
Saturday, 1:55, I knocked on the Sorority door.
Author's Note: Jenny's bracelet is Kali's Teeth Bracelet (http://malechastitynow.com/index.php?ro ... duct_id=55), a fiendish device in three normal widths and a training bracelet with longer teeth! I've not felt the training bracelet, but I own one of the regular sizes. Wearing it is as described. My current (rather pathetic) record is over 50 hours.
One use of the bracelet is to condition the subject to associate sexual arousal with pain rather than pleasure, thus extinguishing the erection response. Not my goal!
Warning: An online friend wore his bracelet for 29 days, but ended up at the doctor's with an infection. That you don't need!