Cheri's Ordeal

Cheri knew that she had made an error in not following Ken's instructions. She felt that she would be able to do as she pleased while at home alone. That, of course, included the right to masturbate at any time. After all, she had been beating off several times a day since her early teens. To be ordered not to was unimaginable to her. She was about to pay for her stubborn actions.

Ken had walked into the bedroom as she stood wearing her panties and high heels posing in front of the full length mirror. Even though she was a transsexual, Cheri had retained the capability of regular ejaculation. The panties had been lowered to mid thigh and she was a few strokes away from orgasm. Her eyes had just closed in ecstasy as he entered. She moaned and shot her load against the glass in the same instant she became aware of his presence.

"So. You deliberately disobeyed me, Cheri. That is not a good sign."

Ken's hand gripped her by the back of the neck and pushed her to her knees.

"Lick your come off the mirror. Now!"

Cheri was stunned. Too stunned to disobey, she cleaned off the glass and swallowed her own ejaculate.

The next moments were a blur as she was hurried out of the bedroom and moved rapidly to the spacious basement. Walking with panties at half mast was embarrassing and awkward. The extremely high heels made it even harder.

Her panties were jerked down to her ankles and her hands bound tightly and extended full length over her head. Ken took a thin leather collar and fixed it to a bolt in a steel post. He repeated this with a belt around her waist. Her naked buttocks were pressed against a cold steel plate. Her could not move in any direction. She shivered at the touch of the cold metal. Her testicles tightened, but to her own amazement, her penis was stiffening.

Ken stepped back to survey his handiwork.

"And now, Cheri, it is time to learn a lesson in obedience. You were told to refrain from handling your own penis unless I instructed you to do so. Isn't that correct?"