After the visit to Dr. Betty's office, temporary collaring and discussions with Betty about Female Supremacy, I went home to my house to think. Part of the discussions we had at the office dealt with how I Could serve Betty in a manner she desired. As A research physician she stated that she and a few other people had an interest in two medical aspects of male anatomy, that will focus entirely on the penis. One of the research focus points was to investigate the feasibility of lengthening the penis. The second focus, was the reconstruction process of the male foreskin. As I was less than six inches in length, and circumcised, I was a great candidate to contribute. The process would be a lengthy one I was told, but worth while. Shoot...I thought, I always wanted a longer penis, (like all males do) perhaps this will be my opportunity. After all, if sex and orgasms felt good with 5 1/2 inches. Imagine what it would feel like with 7 1/2 inches...a 50% gain! And a foreskin would be awesome, I thought!...Then the reality of my situation set in. Much like a thick black curtain drawing to a close on the stage of past orgasmic freedom. I was locked up and secure in the Bird Lock chastity belt. There was no way I was going to be allowed to experience at will the 50% increase (I hoped) in pleasure. Oh, what I could do with a longer and thicker penis, I thought. And thought again and again. The curtain had finally drawn to a close, as I reached into my shorts and felt the silicone chastity, locked through my PA with a small brass lock. As I glanced down at the chastity,the gold shield of my collar swung forward, swinging. Swinging much like my attitudes about chastity. A need for chastity I have. No desire it, in a bitter sweet way. I have a feeling this chastity experience will be much different this time. Was it my destiny to become a medical experiment? I wasn't so sure. However, I was told I had complete control over my choice to participate in this. I would have to think about it for sure before I decide. The weekend was here and I was to report to Betty at her home in the country on Tuesday morning, with instructions in hand. My schedule was one of service on Saturday and Sunday. During the week I was to serve her on Wednesday evening. I could do this I thought, as I still have a career and house to also take care of. Enough of the thinking, it's ime for a shower.
Later that evening, I recieved a call from Carol. I asked about Rick's piercing, an Apadravya. I was told the bleeding had stopped, and the healing process was starting. My submission to Betty was discussed and my eventual return to Carol's service. How long that would be, I had no idea. I must admit my desire to serve Carol is much more intense and personal, emotionally and physically. I somberly told Carol that I will forever be dedicated to serving her. "I know", she stated. Then, that penetrating silence during a conversation that is so descriptive of personal emotions and feelings. I certainly didn't want to appear like I was whining. However, I deeply understood I would miss her. My heart became heavy. I determined it was time to murmur a solemn good bye. My thumb quickly and instinctively pressing the 'end' button on my cell, as I watched the screen go blank. Much like that damned curtain drawing closed.
Over the next few day's I had curriculum to prepare for the coming week. I also cleaned house, and prepared myself for my first meeting with Betty on Wed. evening at her house. Penis...with his single self directed,primitive,brain cell continually tried to erect itself...no matter how painful it became. There were a few times that I so wanted to run to the garage and cut that little lock. Throw my shackle away and run! Run to do what I thought? Jack Off ????? Go for the orgasm...see how much cum I had spewed out and how far it would shoot??? that would feel so Good, I thought. Then I would experience the remorse and shame for lack of self control. No I couldn't let Carol down or Betty also for that matter. I will endure and distract my self to other thoughts.
Wednesday evening I Pulled into the gated driveway of Betty's home. It appeared the house and out buildings were situated on a large tract of land. All fenced and cross fenced and gated. All, in white. Per instruction's, I drove and parked my car in the opened garage.
I Closed the door, and removed my clothes. A blind fold was sitting on a small table, where I was told it would be. With the blind fold in place. I knelt on a small six inch by ten inch piece of carpet. Kneeling in cool curtained silence to contemplate my uncertain future. From behind me, I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder. Ear plugs, and muff's were pressed onto each ear. My mouth was gently forced open and a rubber phallic plug inserted into my mouth. Straps were dangled over my head. Threaded and cinched, pulled and tightened, loosened. A shooting unexpected pain in one then both nipples. I felt like the nipple rings were pulled then something attached behind them. Different, I thought...but still painful. It was easing though! Senses subdued, I was 'gestured' to stand, and I did. The wicked and torturous vices clamped to my nipples, were then chained to my collar. A longer chain then was attached and pulled through my chastity, like a leed. I went wherever this leed pulled me. After a lengthy and uncertain time, we walked through and over a texture of surfaces and spaces. I was eventually bent over a leather bench and fastened secure in place. Legs spread, lubed up and very much vulnerable. I now understood why Betty wanted me to have 'coloniced' myself before arriving. I was plugged. A chain was suspended from the plug and left dangling between my legs, as I was set free of the leather bench. Pushed back, my plug was then attached solidly to a stationary device, forcing my heels to elevate to an inclined plane as I stood there, slightly shaky in the legs. After I calmed down a little, the earplugs were removed, as were the blindfolds. Again the senses were shocked as searing light invaded my brain, while within the instant of a second, muffled sounds cooled and soothingly guided me back to reality. As the diaphanous curtain lifted and my vision cleared, I realized I was in a large room. In fact I was impaled onto or fastened to the edge of a square table. Looking around I saw there were five other attachment points. I assumed they were identical to the single point of my attachment. PEG'S...I was told. Recognizing the voice, I knew it was nurse white. They are called PEGS, and we use them to secure slaves and submissives in place, with very little effort. Dr. Betty, prefers this method over all other's.You will grow to enjoy...perhaps even, look forward to being pegged she stated in an amused voice. As Nurse white came into my view, I realized she was more than a nurse. Wearing a skirt that was a pastel green 'see through' material. Snapped at the waist, it descended probably eight inches, wholly exposing her hairless pubic area, while covering her ass. Her top was more of a harem type of vest, held in place by a gold chain attached to each nipple ring. Thus covering each side of the breast and rib cage, while leaving the center of her chest and breasts in perfect view. As she walked around, I was mesmerized by the jiggling of her breasts. Much like dancing to the cadence of her heels on the tile floor. a 'dance'...of...'trance' for sure. Upon second glance I noticed also, that nurse white was in chastity herself...wow, I thought. Her chastity device was what appeared to be a metal heart shaped and 'cupped' device, that had a vertical slit in the center. Her Labia Majora were pulled through the slot and secured via two pad locks and intricate piercings. Interesting for sure. Nurse white silently and creative became nurse jiggles in my mind. he,he, I thought, there is for sure, humor in anything. Not saying a word or knowing of my thoughts, nurse jiggles left the room.
Betty entered the room. Dressed beautifully in black. Her blouse/skirt was one. Short like nurse jiggles. Open in the front also. Doctor Betty was wearing garters, hose and black panty. Her hose were seamed. Shoes were a sturdy thick heel of three or four inches. Braless, I was hoping at some point to see...no worship this woman's beauty. A simple beauty, that needs very little make up. Light lipstick, eye make up and a gentle scent. Simplistic and powerful.
As I was on the PEG, Betty stated that I was going to start from 'ground zero' tonight. The Bird Locked chastity was unlocked. With the sound of the click and the rustling of the lock from the cage, I was raging to get out of this thing...Five day's of solid forced tumescence. Sliding the silicone sheath off dick, he sprang to life rapidly. The urethral sound was weeping precum, as it has been for four day's. Gently laughingly, Dr. Betty slid the sound in and out smoothly 4 or 5 times. Long strings on clear pre cum glistened the sound. Completely removing the sound, I was instructed to look at my penis ..the urethral opening was dilated open into a circle. The opening will close eventually I was told as a circular muscle will regain it's memory. Pulling on my balls, a weight was attached. Jiggles brought over a flogger made of leather, and stepped in front of Betty, and started to flick and fan my chest and nipples. A warm glow ensued and I became more erect. Dr. grabbed a thin lashed latex flogger and started to caress my penis with it. He really responds to latex she said. Smelling the latex scent as it warmed to my body temp was and exquisite feeling. One I had never felt before. Leaving, she returned with a small sheet of latex and started rubbing it all over my body. A melding of texture, sweat, odor, heat, sensations beyond single source description became overwhelming. Let him cool down, Betty said, then it stopped. My racing heart simmered into the pool of a descending heart rate. A cool wet cloth, was wiped over my face and neck. I felt like a thirsty man in the desert,finding a cool damp cave to crawl into.
Cooling down I was told about the research Dr. Betty was conducting. Stroking my shinny, slick penis, Dr. Betty asked if I was interested in participating. I was told that she would guarantee another 1 to 3 inches in length and girth over a 3 month period. During that same time, while thumbing the glans of my penis, she could reattach a foreskin that is exactly as the one I was born with. Stem cells, she said were the secret. Two things I always wanted...probably what all circumcised guy's wanted a foreskin and a longer penis. Stroking the head was intense. Tell me 'yes or no' she said...tell me Dan. Imagine a foreskin gliding over the head of a longer penis. "YOU DO KNOW, YOU WANT THIS", she said, imprinting those words in my psyche. The quake of orgasm, was rumbling as an excited almost electric pulsing of the PEG started to overwhelm my prostrate. With convulsing and shaking I erupted. Shooting my cum onto Dr. Betty's dress and legs, she continued to pump me dry. Immediately the tight clamps were removed. BAM!...BAM ! like a cannon the shooting pain and consequence of orgasm was felt in my chest. The delicious quaking of pleasure were converted into pulsations of pain. The dark curtain had been lifted to see the beauty of the acts, them slammed shut just as rapidly. Self?....I asked,what was I headed into this time ?

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