Dexter Chronicles

Writer's Note: Readers have asked: "So what actually happens when a women goes to a FemTech weekend to have her sexual organs, um, amended?" Well, there's boring but informative lectures, some testimonials, a little show-and-tell, great food, excellent company, massages, the actual "sexual augmentation," the trying out of the new, improved sexual apparatus, and ... well, more. After you watch Marsha Dolin and her daughter leave for the FemTech weekend, get comfortable and pull up a chair in the rear of the Field Office lecture hall. If you're a male, I suggest that you keep a low profile. Shhsssshh.

The Sue Dexter Chronicles — Chapter Eight

Back at the Dolin residence, the banding and binding of Alex and Stevie Dolin was accomplished in short order with the security officers making easy work of the boys' futile struggles.

"Smart mouthed boys like this deserve immediate punishment," said Chief Security Officer Tracy Henderson.

Marsha Dolin simply nodded her head in agreement regarding her sons, and that nod was passed on to the other officers. Officer Judy Weiss, a slender, wonderfully proportioned young black-haired woman knelt down next to Alex and casually took a glove and a small wide-mouthed jar out of her hip-pouch. She placed the jar on the floor in front of Alex and then pulled the tight, kidskin black leather glove over the long graceful fingers and the palm of her right hand. Humming to herself she picked up the jar, removed the top and stirred her leather-gloved index finger around in it, slightly turning her face away from it. When her leather-clad finger was nicely covered and sticky with the thick clinging goop, she held her finger in front of Alex's nose.

"Get it away!" he yelled.

"Not yet, sweetie," she said as she rubbed the vile substance on his lips and into his mouth.

"Noooooo! Please, get ... ugh ... it ... aiggthh ... away!"

Sure," said Judy, "No problem. I know just where to hide it." And with that she stood up, moved behind him, knelt down and began to slowly, but inexorably press her gloved right index finger between Alex's clenching buttocks and past his protesting sphinctal ring.

"Oh. No! Please, no!"

"Alex, sweetie. Believe me," she said twisting her finger around and slowly thrusting it in as far as she could, "this is nothing, nothing compared with what you're going to get later on a steady basis."

"Argh! Awkrggr!"

Eventually satisfied by his moans and screams, she leisurely pulled her finger out and with her left hand grabbed Alex by the hair on the top of his head, yanked back hard and did the same thing with her gloved finger in his mouth that she had in his ass.

"This is what dirty-mouthed little boys get. Understand?" She finally pulled her finger out of his mouth and walked over to Stevie, who was shaking in fear.

Marsha and her daughter, Katy, were watching and learning by example how to treat males.

"No. No. I'm sorry," Stevie cried. "I didn't mean it. I won't do it again."

"I know you won't. Now shut up, you whinny little asshole!" Officer Weiss loaded her finger with the foul smelling slim again and held it in front of Stevie's nose.

"Oh, god! No. Phew! No!"

He tried to hold his breath, but when he gulped for air she rubbed the wretched stuff between his lips and worked the thick ropy gloop into his gagging mouth. She then went behind him, bent down and inserted her gloved finger, twisting, turning and thrusting into Stevie's tight bottom and followed it up, in due time, with a finger cleaning by him, as well. Stevie started to violently gag.

"Don't you dare throw up," she warned Stevie. "If you do, I'll fed what's left in this jar to you and your brother down your scrawny little throats." Stevie and Alex both burst into ragged crying.

"Is that stuff from your private stock?" asked Henderson pointing at Judy's jar. "Yeah, vintage two weeks. The stuff really ripens fast," and the women began to laugh.

•••

Thereafter, the crying twins remained bound to their individual banding racks in their living room, along with their father, Dr. Michael Dolin, one right next to the other.

Officer Weiss finished washing her gloved fingers in the bathroom and was walking back into the living room. "One more thing, Marsha and Katy."

"Yes, Officer."

"When you come back home on Sunday afternoon you will both be functioning princkmistresses. Uh, fully 'cocked and loaded,' you might say." They all smiled. "FemTech has one request of you."

"Yes?" said Marsha.

"We want each of your sons to be given at least one princkcum 'meal' within seven days after you come home. Dr. Dolin needs one sooner because he's already addicted, of course."

"Do we have to wait for a whole week before we can give it to them? I don't think I'll be able to wait that long," complained Katy.

"Wow, Katy. You're really excited." The Officer and Marsha smiled at each other. "You can do it to any of them as soon as you get home. FemTech just asks that you don't wait more than one week to give your brothers princkcum. And Katy, it can be anyone's princkcum. A relative's, friend's, a stranger's, and certainly a FemTech Security Officer's", and they all laughed again.

"Officer Weiss?"

"Yes, Katy."

"If mom lets me, I'm going to fuck their sorry asses as soon as I walk in the door!" Marsha Dolin grinned proudly.

"That's the attitude, girl," said Officer Weiss, "I bet you will."

"Well," said Officer Weiss, "Have a great time at the Institute this evening. When you get back on Sunday, there will be three Security Officers here to assist you for as long as you want us to be here."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Katy."

"Are they going to get piercings, mom? Huh, are they?" Alex and Stevie didn't even know exactly what that meant, but they began to cry again in the corner.

"Sure, Katy," said her mom. "Well start them with the standard piercings for all three of them."

"Okay, Ms. Dolin. Nose and deep perineum piercing for all three, along with the standard teeth extractions. If you want them to have additional piercings, we'll do them any time you want. Have a great weekend!"

As Marsha and Katy prepared to leave the little domestic scene of the three trussed up males, Chief Security Officer Tracy Henderson turned to the other officers with a broad smile and said, "Let's get busy, ladies."

•••

"Oh," said Marsha to Katy when they got to their car, "Could you run back in and get the medical releases on the coffee table?" Marsha wanted Katy to see the developing scene in their living room.

"Sure, mom." When Katy walked back in she could see that already each of the males had been separated and placed, still in their own binding racks, in different corners of the living room, each on a waterproof nylon drop cloth. The boys and their father were intermittently crying and begging, and light reflected from sharp stainless steel implements that seemed to be everywhere.

"Hi, honey," said Medical Technician Oakfield, "What's up."

"I need to get the medical releases for me and mom."

"Oh, yes. I moved them. They're by the door in that plastic container; we didn't want them to get splattered with anything."

"Wow," said Katy. They're really in for it, aren't they?"

"No more then they deserve, Katy. And listen to me, honey, when you get back we'll show you how to take advantage of these piercings and things. You can't even imagine how much fun it's going to be! These banded males are yours and your mom's to do with as you please, and they will be serving you in every way you can think of, and in some ways you can't even imagine. And we're ready to give you lots of suggestions."

"You know, I think I'm going to love having a princk."

"I know you are, honey," said Oakfield smiling and patting her crotch, "I know you are."

•••

The lights flicked on and off at the lecture room of the FemTech Field Office and a beautiful woman with wild strawberry-blond hair and rhinestone-studded heels strode confidently to the microphone. She was wearing a short tight skirt and a low-cut white blouse exposing plenty of cleavage hardly covered by sexy, wide fishnet material.

"Hello. I'm Erica Olmsted, your Q&A host for the second half of the evening. So far we've already done a lot of technical lecturing tonight and, I'm sorry to say, there's more to come. So before we get to the Question and Answer portion of this evening, we want to bring back a woman you met two weeks ago at the first seminar, Kristi Elverton, who can tell you a little about what it's like to be a new princkmistress.

If you recall, Kristi is a single parent who was struggling to take care of her home, employment and teenage son, Robby. When we met her, she was really frustrated at her son's lack of cooperation and lack of positive involvement in the household. It was primarily the empowerment aspect of FemTech's philosophy that convinced her to learn move about what advantages she might obtain by enhancing her sexual opportunities through FemTech. We asked her to come back tonight to let us know how the last two weeks have been for her and for Robby. Please let's give our sister a warm welcome!"

Kristi Elverton stepped to the podium and Erica snapped a small microphone transmitter to the lapel of her blouse. "Can everyone hear me alright?" Kristi asked.

"Yes," the women responded.

Kristi was about thirty-six years old, fit and carried a confidence she didn't display two weeks ago. She wore a plain white blouse and a short black skirt with black low heels. She appeared very relaxed and quietly attractive.

Kristi began, "My son and I have developed a new relationship that is now only beginning to have some consistency and respect. Two weeks ago he would not listen to me, would not help around the house, would constantly mess the place up, would talk back to me, steal money from my pocketbook, eat all of the food in the house without a thought, and was mildly menacing. Things have changed. At the suggestion of FemTech, a FemTech Home Counselor accompanied me to my home on the Sunday afternoon after I had become a ..., well, a princkmistress. I'm not quite used to that label and it's still a little difficult to think of myself in those terms, but it is clear to Robby that that is exactly what I am."

"The Officers had Robby in the binding rack for me when I arrived home and he had had his teeth extracted and the perineum and nose piercings, as well as a thick Princess Anne piercing through the urethra and the meat of the head of his penis. I've got to tell you he looked and acted very, very meek. I don't think he fully understood what was going on in his life.

The Home Counselor, Andrea Dobson and I sat in the living room and the Officers moved Robby in right next to us still in the binding rack. I talked to Andrea about how difficult it was to live with Robby and how he made things worse, not better for me. Andrea thought it would be a good idea to give him a good strong dose of princkcum right off the bat, and then keep him from getting any more princkcum for at least sixty hours or so. She said that males go through remarkable changes if they are kept from princkjuice for more than forty-eight hours, and that most women don't let them go that long without it because the women enjoy the sex so much. But she told me about the Pens and about women who were very willing to share their males, and that I should really let Robby just live with the addiction until he was almost dead from it. I made a few calls, and in about five minutes I was hooked up with another mother who had two sons and was perfectly happy to share one with me, and that's what I've been doing, although I also use the Pens when I want to, also."

"Andrea also thought that we should masturbate him during the first sexual encounter so that as his puny amount of sperm was leaving him our cum would be filling him up. He had been masturbating so much any way, I didn't think another one would make any difference. You know, I would clean up his room and find small wads of dried stiff tissue paper under his bed and in the waste paper basket. He sure isn't doing that any more since I put FemTech's Genital Cage on his little penis. Actually, he can't even get an erection when it's on him."

"Anyway, we had the Security Officer release him from the binding rack. He'd been in it all weekend except for a few bathroom breaks, so he just collapsed to the floor. The Officer simply put him in the standard FemTech arms-behind-the-back binding with the ankle-to-ankle bungee chain cuffs. He really was a wreak, so you shouldn't be too surprised when you get home to see your male friend a little whacked out by his weekend. I mean, we're getting spas and massages while they're getting their teeth yanked out, being pierced and bound in really uncomfortable ways. Anyway, Andrea told me I should do it to his mouth and she would do his rear whenever I was ready. She said it's good for the primary mistress to do his face because he gets to see her do it to him."

"She then showed me how his nose piercing works. It's not the typical shallow nose piercing that you can get done for a cosmetic ring. It's a really deep piercing with a permanent sleeve left in his nose. The nose leash has a clip in the end that looks like a tiny, spring-loaded ice tong with a little release lever in it. The piercing on all males is done to the exact same depth so the leash works for all of them. Anyway, you just insert the snap end of the leash up into the male's nose and push it up as far as it will go. When the middle part of the nose touches the little release lever at the bottom of the "ice tong," the tongs snap together and their ends slide into the permanent sleeve in his nose and the leash is firmly attached. They can't take it off without the combination, and you can yank them around really hard because it's in so deep and solid. And I guess it really hurts them when you do. I've between yanking Robby around with it and tears come to his eyes when I barely tug on it and I know he's not faking it."

The women in the audience were all listening intently.

"Anyway, I put the nose leash on him and Andrea put a leash to his perineum piercing. That's just a big 'D'-ring attached through his perineum between his anus and his balls. I can tell you that although it doesn't hurt him as much when you tug on that, you can use it to lock him anywhere you want and he won't go anywhere. That piercing is really, really deep, and the ring is very thick. Andrea said that no male has ever ripped free of that piercing on his own. I guess it would be like ripping your insides out. Anyway, I had Robby by his nose leash and I led him over to the ottoman in the family room. We had moved it out into the middle of the room away from the other furniture and put a large plastic tarp under it; it was really just the right height for what we were about to do to my son. I still have to say that Robby really didn't act like he knew what was going to happen to him. I think that maybe he was just denying reality. Actually, it was kind of amusing. In any event, the Officer came along just to watch and to give Robby any medical help if he needed it."

"Andrea and I talked a little bit about whether we wanted Robby on his back or his belly, and we decided to have him on his belly, sort of. We actually decided to have him on his chest so that his penis wouldn't be under him so that the Officer could do a forced masturbation of Robby when the time was just right. So we placed Robby on the ottoman on his chest and he was fastened to it with the rubberized Velcro wrap. Believe me, he wasn't going anywhere with that on him! I think that's when Robby really understood that he might have a problem. Andrea and I went to the kitchen, I made us a couple of drinks, and we went back to the family room. Wow, the term 'family room' has really taken on a new meaning for me. Robby is always going to be a part of my family. Unless I put him in the Pens, that is!"

"Anyway, I pulled up a chair near his head, leaned back, and relaxed a bit with my drink. I was wearing a short skirt and white blouse like I am now. Andrea discussed a bit more about what we were gong to do, and then she gave Robby a long lecture about how he was going to do all of the housework for our family, and cook and clean and wash and scrub and do the laundry, and stuff like that. I explained to Robby that he wasn't going to go to school any more, because he would have plenty of work to do at home keeping it clean and me happy. Andrea said to him that the last thing I said was the most important thing, that is 'keeping your mother happy' and that he'd better get good at it right away because even though there were tons of males in the Pens, FemTech was always building more facilities and they would always have room for him. He didn't really know what the Pens were, but he told her that he would try to keep me happy, and would they let him go now, and he hurt so much, please."

"Well, Andrea and the Officer really got a laugh from that one, and told him that he was never, never going to be 'let go,' although he might be let outside every once in a while to do the gardening and lawn and snow shoveling and garbage and car washing and shopping and stuff like that. Well, I almost began to feel a little sorry for him and I began to rub his hair in a motherly way. You know, it was all damp from his being so scared and sweaty, and he looked up at me like he was begging with his eyes. Anyway I explained to him that his old life was over and a new one was starting and the focus of his new life was going to be between my legs."

"I could tell that he still didn't understand. Maybe he thought he was all tied down to get a spanking or something. So I lifted up my skirt and folded it back high on my lap. I thought he was going to go crazy for a while. His breathing got all short and panicky and he tried to pull himself backwards, which he couldn't really do because of the straps, but I yanked on his nose ring and that stopped him right away."

"'Honey,'" I said, "'going backwards is just going to drive yourself right onto Andrea's princk. She's got one too.' And Andrea got up for a moment, walked around by his face, lifted her skirt and unfastened her princk from its thigh harness. Robby really freaked out and started crying and wanted to know why I was going to do this to him, and that he'd be good and how sorry he was and stuff like that. I told him I knew that he would be good and gave him a short lesson on princkjuice and addiction and told him that after I did this to him he was going to need to have this done to him over and over just for him to stay alive and it didn't matter whether he liked it or not, because he would need it and even when he didn't 'need' it I would do it to him whenever I wanted."

"The Officer put a spreader bar on Robby's knees and Andrea said she was ready whenever I wanted to start. I asked her to wait for a few more minutes and I got up, got another drink for myself from the kitchen, and sat back down again right in front of Robby. By that time, I was beginning to like the way Robby looked with his mouth so damn vulnerable with no teeth. You know, just the kind of warm, tight wet place to put my swelling female penis. After a few more minutes of small talk while I was caressing Robby's hair and telling him that his dirty mouth was finally going to be put to good use, my princk was anxiously rubbing up against Robby's face. Andrea thought it would be good if she went in first and I agreed. So she began to rub her heavy princk against Robby's tail."

"Robby was crying and yelling and begging her to stop and how much it hurt and stuff like that. Andrea laughed at him and told him she was hardly even in yet. After a short time though, I could see her slowly begin to ease her princk forward into him. Robby was going nuts and crying and pleading with me to make her stop and how much it hurt. I had no idea he was such a big baby after acting like a tough guy with me all the time. Of course, he could hardly talk because all his teeth had just been pulled and his speech was a little hard to understand, but it was clear from his tears that he wanted it to stop. I bent down to his face and kept rubbing his hair and his cheeks really gently and just kept saying that it wasn't going to stop and that it was his new life, forever. His eyes were so sad.

I knew I was supposed to wait until Andrea got all the way in, but he looked sort of irresistible to me. His mouth was drooling a little from his crying, and my princk really wanted to get into that hot, wet little cavern, so I began to push myself forward until my princk touched his lips. At that point he began to jam his mouth shut and shake his head back and forth. The Officer knew just what to do; she was pretty cool. She simply swung her leg over his back like she was riding a horse, sat on his back, reached down, placed her hands on either side of his cheeks, and jammed her fingers where his molars used to be to pry his jaws apart. His gums must have been really sore because his teeth were pulled, because his mouth just flew open and when it did I simply pried the entire head of my princk into his face."

"You will not believe how good it feels to have your princk inside someone's warm wet tight mouth. I mean, to do with as you want. For a while I did like FemTech tells you to do the first time. You know, just get your princkhead in their mouth and stop, be still and see what happens. His whole face was incredibly alive. He was trying to push me out with his tongue and his cheeks, and moving his face left to right. But at the same time his gums were holding me soooo tight right under my princkhead. Wow. It was amazing. I pushed my princk in a little farther and I could see he was starting to choke so I pulled it all the way out for a second. Wow, he was really gagging up a storm. It was pretty amazing. The end of my sweet female penis was sticky with ropes of his gagging saliva. I was really glad we had the plastic on the floor."

"It was really easy to get my princk back in his mouth. I guess his gag reflex kept his mouth extra-wide open for me. Anyway, pretty soon the natural princklube began to suppress his gag reflex a little. You know, it sort of relaxes and numbs the male a little. Anyway, I began to wedge my princk in further. It was amazing; I could actually feel it begin to make that turn from the roof of his mouth when it starts to travel down his throat. Talk about tight. Wow! Well, by this time I was pretty whacked out with passion and I could feel my precum pumping through my balls and along the long shaft of my princk. I just automatically started pumping my hips in and out, in and out, in ... and ... out, with long powerful strokes."

"Andrea was fully engaged up his butt by that time. We were both sort of out of our heads with lust. At least, that's what the Officer said later. Anyway, at that point the Officer got off Robby's back and moved down next to him to masturbate him while we were filling him up with princkcum. In the distance, I could hear her talking to him about how his puny little penis was not good enough to satisfy women and how our thick princkcum was going to make his penis useless and how this may be the last chance he might every have to cum again, and how he should thank her and stuff like that. Even though his penis had that huge piercing and he was in unbelievable pain, which I could tell by his choking moans, the Officer told me later that he slowly began to get hard as she stroked him with her hand and actually spurted as I came full force in his mouth, even though he had tears rolling down his face. Wow, men are amazing!"

"Well after a while, I had one hand on his back just supporting my weight and one hand gripping his hair to lift his face so I could see those pleading little eyes. Andrea had pushed her princk as far into him as she could and we both unloaded massive amounts of princkcum into Robby. It was amazing how much longer my princk was when I finally yanked it all the way out of Robby's face; it just kept coming out and out and out. When it got it almost all the way out, so that only the head of it was in his mouth, Andrea and I were just looking at each other and smiling with real goofy expressions. I was a little embarrassed when I realized I was drooling a little. Well you get pretty excited, that's for sure.

Anyway, for a long time I could feel my princk continue pumping cum into his mouth, and I could tell by the look on Andrea's face that she was doing the same in his rear end. Well, I can tell you we just did it until we were good and ready to stop, and then we pulled ourselves out all the way, laid our princks on Robby, and just talked. Andrea had her princk resting in the crack of his butt and my long princk was pressed up to the side of Robby's face. After a while we got up and took a shower together and then the Officer tossed Robby in to clean him up, too. I can tell you that his stomach actually seemed a bit swollen from all the precum and cum we made him take. I could also tell he was humiliated by cuming while he had two princks in him, but the Officer says that she can always make them do it if she wants."

"Well that was two weeks ago."

All the women in the audience let out a huge sigh.

"Erica has asked me to actually show you what real changes Robby has gone through, so I've brought him here tonight. Please, Officer, let Robby out on the stage."

The Sue Dexter Chronicles — End of Chapter Eight

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