Demo sub

There were so many women. Mostly middle-aged white women, a couple of thirty year-olds and one over sixty, at least. So many pairs of eyes fixed on me as Mistress Morgan led me into the room.

She had told me it would be easier for everyone if I wore a hood. Being hooded would help them relate to me as a thing, an object. Some thing, rather than someone, and it would help me disassociate and get into subspace easier. Just being led naked, collared and hooded on the end of a leash, into the middle of a group of seated women was enough to rocket me into subspace.

Mistress Morgan made a good living hosting sub-control demonstrations in the homes of clients who paid her to show them how to control their men. These women were not necessarily into Kink life. They were ordinary people, wives and girlfriends who wanted to revive their sex lives, or experiment with alternatives more in line with a female-led relationship (FLR). Mistress Morgan's unique services had been recommended to the women's club by a couple of satisfied clients.

Using a format sort of like Tupperware parties for the BDSM-curious, Mistress Morgan networked the suburban neighbourhoods looking for dissatisfied housewives with access to discretionary cash. She had a stable of three or four subs who volunteered their time in exchange for her attention. I was flattered that she had chosen to use me on this particular occasion.

My leather hood laced up the back with a zippered mouth hole and blinders on both sides so my sight was restricted to exactly what Mistress Morgan wanted me to see. My hands were handcuffed behind me. I shuffled along behind her on the end of a leash, eyes down, cock bursting with anticipation in its metal cage.

Mistress Morgan stepped into the center of a half-dozen women like a ring master at a circus. The women were seated in a loose circle sipping drinks and staring. My Mistress tugged down on my leash.

"Knees."

I sank to my knees in front of the suburban women's club. Bored with cards and gossip, dissatisfied with their men and probably their uneventful lives, they wanted something more. If they could reignite their sex lives, suburbia might not be so bad. Maybe Mistress Morgan could show them how to reclaim the lost thrill of the early years with their men. Or maybe, going forward, they could at least learn how to control them. I glanced covertly around the room, then fixed my eyes on the safety of Mistress Morgan's stilettos.

She told them me and my cock were tools. She would use her tools to demonstrate how to milk a man. They could watch and ask questions. During previous sessions she had found that a lot of women were surprisingly nieve regarding how their men functioned. Questions like, 'how does milking him relate to cock-control' or, 'why is controlling his orgasm important,' we're common. She would answer all their questions and she would let them practise.

"Milking position one."

I bent forward and put the side of my face on the carpet. My ass was raised to waist height. My wrists were restrained behind my back. She unlocked the cuffs so I could stretch my arms out in front of me and lean on my elbows.

Mistress tapped my thighs with her crop and I spread wider so the women had an unobstructed perspective. They watched, fascinated as Mistress unlocked my boner and removed most of the cock cage. She left the lock ring around my genitals. No point taking that off. The implication was blatant. My cock was going back in its cage once Mistress Morgan was finished with it. Semi-erect and on display, I was her demo sub, ready to be milked.

Mistress Morgan circled me, inspecting my position, deepening the curve of my back and widening the spread of my legs with some well-placed taps of her crop. Tardy sub-response times were quickly corrected with a few sharp cracks across the buttocks. The women watched, mesmerized. Could they teach their men to behave like this?

When she finished adjusting my posture she knelt behind me, between my spread thighs on one knee, like an old fashioned milk maid. She placed the palm of her hand on the small of my back and pushed down firmly, forcing my ass to jut out further. Then, with my cock in her hand she addressed her entranced audience.

"First, he needs to produce some natural lubricant. It's cheaper than silicone substitutes and make no mistake, they are all capable of supplying their own lube if properly stimulated. Watch."

Mistress Morgan withdrew a short length of back nylon cord and looped it around my balls several times so that the cord both bound and separated them, leaving several inches of cord hanging loose like a leash. She pulled back on the tether, stretching my balls and causing my cock to descend for easy access. She raked her fingernails along my erection then slid her soft palm along my shaft. Her hands felt like silk on my hot cock. To my embarrassment I began oozing precum almost immediately.

"Coating his tool with his own lube is a good initial step. Notice how his cock drools when it's properly handled. As you can see, his own extract makes it very easy to turn my hand into a milking sleeve and glide it back and forth along his shaft, like this.

Mmmm, there ... listen to him grunt, that's how you know you're having a positive effect. Listen for an increase in frequency and pitch when he's getting close.

See how he is half-thrusting his hips? That's an unconscious movement that will stop when I quit milking him. It's also the tell-tale sign of a true slut. But that's a different conversation I can have with any of you who are interested in learning to recognize the signs of an inherent sub-slut. In my experience most men are closet-subs. They cannot control their own cocks and they are usually grateful to be relieved of the responsibility." She glanced around the room.

"Before I let him cum, who would like to try her hand at milking?"

Initially the women seemed hesitant to commit themselves to the act. Controlling a man's cock was a big step into the unknown. It smacked of radical sex and bordered on the heresy of unmasking the fantasy of male dominance. Mistress Morgan shared some information she thought the women should be aware of.

"Just so you know, this sub won the privilege of being here today. I always have my choice of eager males ready to bend over for me. With confidence and a little instruction you can all have your men begging to be used."

Despite verbal and visual reassurances that I was more than happy with this arrangement, it took several minutes before Mistress Morgan had any takers. Finally a young blonde raised her hand tentatively.

"Yes, Lois isn't it? Don't be shy, just push down on the small of his back while you play with his balls. That's right ... he needs to be coaxed a little. So will your husband. Push harder, make him shove his ass out while you pull down on his tether. Yes, good job. See how his cock becomes more accessible for you? It's important to let your man know you mean business. Cock control is all about creating a rewarding link between his submissive behaviour and an orgasm; an orgasm that you control."

Lois was starting to get the hang of things. Making me twitch and grunt seemed to inspire her. She began modifying the technique she had been practising, trading agonizingly slow strokes with sudden bursts of hard pumping, just like Mistress Morgan.

The silence in the room was broken only by my laboured breathing and the wet smacking sound of Lois's hand keeping the precum warm and slick on my cock. I could feel the familiar tingling in my body that preceded an orgasm. I tried to pump Lois's hand faster.

"Don't let him cum too soon Lois,"Mistress Morgan said quietly. "I think others in your group would like a turn too."

Lois seemed startled out of a mild trance. She quickly released my erection and took her seat, a little embarrassed. She had probably not intended to show how enthralled she was with the process of controlling Mistress Morgan's demo sub.

"It's ok, Lois." Mistress Morgan reassured the sheepish young housewife. "It's ok to let your assertive side show when you're milking a man. If it helps you rationalize what you're doing remember, you are giving him relief from an intense, all-consuming, unbearable craving."

"SMACK!"

Mistress Morgan slapped my ass. The suddenness made me yelp then moan. She cupped my balls and made certain my cock remained rigid. Her hand kept my erection stiff with slow, deliberate strokes. She kept me close to the edge while she addressed her clients.

"He belongs to you. If he's letting you do this to him it's because he wants you to treat him like you own him." She glanced down at me, still face down on the floor in position number one.

"Who owns your cock sub?"

"You own my cock Mistress Morgan."

"Correct response. That ladies, is how your men will respond once they appreciate who controls the cock in the relationship. Who else would like to practise?"

Two more women volunteered. Then they all wanted a turn. They wanted to feel a throbbing cock in their hand and know that it was in their power to grant release or to force the sub to endure. The women obviously relished the FLR power shift. After a few of the club members had taken turns Lois volunteered again.

For the second time Lois wrapped her small fingers around my slick, stiff shaft. This time Mistress Morgan gave her a green light.

"You're a quick learner Lois. When you hear him grunting this time, speed up. Make him cum. Believe me, he is dying to cum for you. He's just waiting for permission. You want to know how it feels to control an ejaculating cock in your hand don't you? Milk him!"

Lois teased me to the edge then backed me off like an expert. She said she needed more lube. After a couple of uncomfortable squeezes on my balls, my erection subsided enough to supplied her with enough pre-cum to recoat my slime-covered erection. She slapped my ass once then began pumping me with purpose.

My thighs shook, I drooled through my gag and made grunting noises. Lois pulled my balls-tether up between the cheeks of my ass and pumped my cock faster with her other hand. Her insistence was contagious. She gave me no choice. She squealed with delight when I started shuddering. Grunting uncontrollably, I unloaded for her and she held onto my cock until it stopped convulsing. When the last of my spunk was drained Lois sat back, astounded with the experience.

"Wow. I honestly didn't think it would feel this good to control a man's orgasm. I felt so in-charge all the time, it was amazing." Lois was flushed and out of breath, and just a little sexually aroused. Mistress Morgan was amused and sympathetic to what Lois was feeling.

"Let me know if you want a private session Lois. From what you've told me your husband is ready to discover some next-level submission pleasure and you are certainly ready to give it to him. I'd be happy to help you move him along to the next step." Mistress Morgan knelt by my head.

"You're taking a break. In twenty minutes or so I will demonstrate an alternate milking position to end the afternoon. If you perform well you will be allowed to cum twice today and there will be more opportunities for you to serve in the future, understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Go clean your cock off in the powder room down the hall then crawl back to me in the living room. We're going to demonstrate a few toys for the girls before I bring you off once more."

I made my way down the hallway on my hands and knees while she chatted with her group about how to control their men.

Unlike most pets, subs could be relied on to obey, even if their owners were absent. In the bathroom I began cleaning her tool for the next demonstration.

As I crawled back toward the living room, I heard Mistress Morgan addressing her clients.

"Once he submits to your authority, keep him manageable through regular milking. Sub management is crucial to maintaining a vibrant FLR. All males are unique, but most male subs respond well to a consistent milking schedule.

Your sub's schedule depends on your agenda and his optimal arousal threshold. Your convenience is always a priority and your sub's training should reflect that reality.

Some subs respond better, are more cooperative, when they are milked weekly. Others require daily maintenance. Experimenting with denial techniques should reveal your sub's ideal schedule.

Once orgasm control is achieved and an optimal milking schedule is established, his testosterone levels will be kept up while any residual rebellious tendencies will be diminished or at least muted and kept under control. For example; it's hard for him to rebel against being taken advantage of if he's allowed to have an orgasm every day.

In fact, the consistent reward of being milked on a regular basis reinforces cooperative behaviour while holding the threat of punishment over him. He will feel your approval through the ritual and strive to deserve the reward. But he will also know that permission to cum can be taken away or severely curtailed if he misbehaves.

I recommend allowing an ocasional misdemeanour and consequent punishment just to reinforce the rule. It's always good to keep your sub off-balance. Extended denial is usually an effective deterrent.

Allow him to milk himself if you don't feel like putting out a lot of energy, or if you are just mildly horny. It's arousing to watch him get into his head and stroke himself. He can get into a zone, like a special kind of subspace, and often cums dramatically in record time.

Also, consider "outsider witnessing" to help him acknowledge and accept his role as a sub. Until he is recognized and treated as a sub by others he's just taking your word for what he is. Milk him in front of someone outside your usual intimacy circle.

Ocasional outsider witnessing play dates should be instructive and rewarding for everyone involved. If she is at least familiar with your man, the outside witness may identify subtle behavioural changes in your sub that confirm an increase in his submissive attitude. Such changes are usually the direct consequence of consistent training and good sub management techniques."

The ladies were listening attentively as I crept back into the circle and squatted at Mistress Morgan's side.

"Ah, stand sub. Make yourself erect while I explain the advantages of a quick hand job."

The ladies group watched while I stiffened my cock and edged myself. I knew Mistress Morgan wanted me ready to ejaculate again with a few strokes of her hand.

"The traditional milking position, while intensely gratifying for all participants, may not always be convenient. Once his milking schedule has been established, your sub will respond to an abbreviated technique if circumstances do not permit a full milking protocol.

As you see, he can do much of the preliminary edging himself. This can be done unobtrusively in a washroom or an alleyway. Once his cock is primed he can be jerked off quickly and discreetly, so the integrity of his training schedule remains uncompromised."

I was almost over the edge again, despite being milked dry by Lois not long ago. I could feel the orgasm building. Mistress Morgan must have noticed.

"Hands behind your back."

Her voice cut through the erotic haze of hormones and hard cock urgency. I released my boner and clamped my hands behind me.

"That was almost too late. I should have stopped him sooner, but watch how fast he cums now that his threshold has been breached, if only slightly. He will cum for me in seconds."

She squeezed some lube onto her palm and took her time glazing my entire cock with it. Mistress Morgan took over the milking and pumped me relentlessly until a stream of white gel erupted from her demo tool.

The ladies gasped. Lois clapped her hands. Mistress Morgan pulled down on my spasming cock and I sank to my knees obediently. She held my head in her hands and pressed the side of my face firmly against her crotch as my boner drooled that last of its load on the floor. She stroked my hair and face.

"Good boy. Lay at my feet. You have earned a rest, sub. Lois, toss me that throw blanket please."

Mistress Morgan covered me with the blanket and stood over me with one foot on either side of my head. Even in my depleted state I noticed she wasn't wearing underwear. I was beyond exhausted, completely unable to become erect. But I filed the mental image away for later.

"Once he has been milked, your sub will want to recover. Make sure he is warm and comfortable. He has surrendered his sex life to you. He deserves some recognition for the sacrifice. Yes, he likes to be abused, but he also wants an affectionate and caring owner.

If you have been caging him, now would be a good time to lock him up again. If you have not been locking your man's cock, consider the advantages. Having your sub completely under your control is a gratifying feeling.

I'm holding a brief demonstration of how to fit and lock a male chastity device in about five minutes from now. Does anyone want to talk about anything you saw today? Yes, Anita I think? Do you have questions? Perhaps I can help clarify?"

"My husband and I are interested in trying out an FLR, sexually speaking," she smiled awkwardly. "He agreed to let me decide when he gets to cum. So far it's been working out. But we're not too sure where to go from here. I think I'd like to book a private session with you."

Mistress Morgan pulled a chair from the circle and sat beside me. She kicked off her heels and rested her feet on my exhausted, satiated body. The show was over. She relaxed with her grateful footstool.

"Of course Anita, I can offer you and anyone else interested, ongoing support through private sessions regarding the conversion of your male partners.

Anyone choosing private instruction please see me following the male chastity device demonstration. You will need to provide me with a short phone video of what you and your sub-wannabe are currently doing with respect to cock control. Don't be concerned if you're not milking him yet. That will come as he learns to submit.

Once I understand your situation we can discuss next steps regarding specific techniques for controlling your men. Not all subs are as flexible as my demo sub." She nudged me with her foot.

"That enough recuperation for you, slut. Time to show these ladies how we keep your cock safe when it's not being used."