Man Tamer

I did not write this story. It was originally published by the author indicated. However, he switched back between points of view, and gave no credible explanation of how the device worked. So, I reworked the story a little. I hope you find this "retread" acceptable.

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THE ELECTRONIC MAN TAMER
By PePe La Plume

I first saw him at the electronics/telemetry seminar where I was showing off the various products that my small company produced. When I say "my company" I mean my company. I created it, I built it from scratch, and now it's a thriving business. Many of the inventions were patented by myself. I graduated at the top of my class. There was a certain satisfaction beating out so many men.

In addition to being a giant in my company, with a giant IQ, and giant salary, I'm also a giant in any crowd. I stand 6'3'' without heels and have a big beautifully proportioned body like a model, with jet black hair and stunning blue eyes, if I do say so myself.

I could see him eyeing me and I thought, "Yes, this one will do. I think he'd be perfect to test my new product." I smiled at him, and he came over.

"Hi, I'm Logan," he said.

"I'm Jeanie," I replied, "Are you interested in looking at some telemetry equipment? remote monitors? remote controls?" I asked.

He feigned some interest in my technology, but the conversation quickly evolved into small talk. He seemed rather pleased with his progress, and thought we hit it off right away. We both lived in the same part of the country and shared many things in common. He didn't know the real plans I had for him.

It was a long boring convention so we snuck away on the last day to do some sight seeing together. I arranged it so we ended up in my hotel room that evening. I was kind of tired and he was rather horny and we were both glad to be going home the next day.

I led him on and we had sex. It was totally vanilla. Yet he only lasted a couple of minutes. I know I have this effect on men. He almost blew his load on entry. I pretended to be very understanding but declined his offer to give me head or try again later. I excused myself saying I needed rest for the long trip home the next day.

Although he had given me his business card when we met at the show, I'll bet he didn't expect to be hearing from me after his inept performance.

I waited a week after the convention and called him. It was Friday night and I invited him to my place for dinner. He apologized again for the quick fire act and we had a beautifully prepared french style meal served by my beautiful french live in-maid.

After dinner, I suggested we go dancing at the nearby club. At closing time I invited him back to my place and said he could spend the night. As we got to my bedroom could see that he was nervous, so I asked him, "Are you worried about ejaculating prematurely again?"

He responded, "well, err ... I really want to make you happy. Let me eat your pussy until you orgasm."

O really don't like oral sex very much. I'd rather you wait until morning. Maybe you'll have better luck then."

He passed out.

When morning came, he found himself waking up facing the ceiling, four pointed with leather medical restraints attaching him to my sturdy brass bed frame.

He laughed and said, "If you're into kinky stuff, I think it's wonderful."

Before he could say anything more, I stuffed a pair of my panties in his mouth and used one of my stockings to tie them in place as a gag. I left him and went into my work room to get my invention. I came back, slipped it over his cock and balls, and made the final adjustments. It was a little bulky and perhaps heavier than it had to be, but this was the prototype. The production model would be a lot more elegant. If this model worked, I knew I'd be selling millions of them to women everywhere. I made sure it fit tightly.

I went back into the work room and came back with the monitor.

I got up on his belly looked him square in the eyes and said, "I gave you two chances to satisfy me and both times you selfishly lost control and left me more sexually frustrated than ever. Well this time will be different! The device around your balls is an electronic man tamer. I invented it myself. It measures blood pressure in the penis to keep track of erections. It monitors the muscle at the junction of the scrotum and penis, so I'll know if you're going to have an ejaculation, and it delivers pain and pleasure, both electrical and contractual to just the right spots at the appropriate time. It will keep you from ejaculating so I can use you for as long as I need to get off or I can cause you to ejaculate at any time *I* want."

"The device has four settings:

Level 0 -- you can get off.

Level 1 -- you can't get off but can maintain an erection.

Level 2 -- you can't even touch your penis without great pain.

Level 3 -- the punishment level -- the device produces deep seering pain temporarily applied to immobilize."

"The device also has an electro-mechanical stimulator. I can give you an erection, or make you ejaculate at the press of a button. Settings 2 and 3 are based on this principle. Whether you approach these conditions naturally or I induce them, the result is still the same on settings 2 and 3 -- pain."

"All at the push of a button," I laughed again as I showed him the controller which looked like an ordinary TV remote control. "So small and compact, it could fit in a woman's purse."

"Shall we try it out now?" The engineer in me knew that I really needed to do more measuring and testing. The woman in me wanted to have her fun now!

He laid there helpless and just about trembling with fear as I grabbed his penis and used my mouth and hands to get him hard. I looked at the monitor and made another adjustment. "Yes," I nodded, "You're fully erected. I don't have to see your penis to know that."

"Now let's try level 1." I pressed the button and the light on my remote indicated the proper level. I took a peek at the monitor and saw the meter that monitored ring tightness jump a little. yet.

Squatting over his penis, I spread my vaginal lips and slid down. I felt the warm wet tightness of my pussy wrap around his dick. This is exactly what I wanted. I didn't move, I just sat there flexing my inner muscles around his cock like I learned in yoga class. I was getting to him.

I felt him beginning to hump. I could feel his cock pulse in anticipation of an ejaculation. I could also see it on the monitor. The reading on the tightness meter spiked, and he let out a muffled moan. He laid still, in pain as the device slowly released its grip.

I laughed and said "How did you like that? Don't try that again or you'll feel the punishment level. I don't think you'll like it. It's just as intense, and it lasts as long as I want." I continued to sit on his erection and meditated. I continued to stroke his penis with my pulsating vaginal muscles. His penis responded to this very erotic stimulation. I watched as the erection meter rose, followed by the tightness meter, and a moan of pain from my subject. I kept at it for about 45 minutes and watched the cycle about a half dozen times.

I finally decided to get mine, and I started moving my hips up and down slowly at first, but then building up steam. The action caused the erection meter to peak. Up shot the tightness meter. Logan struggled against his bonds, grimaced and moaned into the stocking. I could see that his reproductive system was trying to orgasm, and the potentials on my machine were countering it.

I couldn't really pay attention as I experienced an earth shattering orgasm. Still he didn't come. I was lucky. I set the controls properly. I stopped and his penis deflated immediately. All the indicators on the monitor returned to nominal settings. I could hear him sigh through the stockings. He was covered in sweat. I got up and said " Now you know what its like to be left unsatisfied don't you?".

He shook his head yes as I pressed the level 0 button.

"The man tamer is the logical follow-on to two other, more legitimate products I designed. I have a good friend who's a nurse on a urology ward. If any woman knows about penises and how they work, she does. I had her consult with me on two products that I want to sell to the commercial world."

"The first product is a marital aid for men with impotence." I adjusted one of the settings on my control unit. "The erection maker simply puts a gentle pressure on the veins leading out of the penis. This traps some blood in the penis and it inflates. It's exactly what the body would do on its own if it could. The device even comes with a feedback mechanism so it can keep a uniform hardness."

I watched as his deflated organ started stiffening. "The difference, of course, is that the control of the erection is in the woman's hands with one of these." I said as I waved the control unit in front of his face.

"There is an improvement I've added to the deluxe model." I pushed another button. "Can you feel that?"

He nodded an enthusiastic, "yes."

"It's a mechanical vibrator and low voltage inducer. It adds stimulation to the erection, to bring the man closer to ejaculation. It has a feedback sensor as well. When the muscles at the base of the penis start to tighten, it decreases the frequency and amplitude of the vibration. It's enough stimulation to bring a man to the edge of orgasm, but not over it." I watched with satisfaction as his penis started drooling pre-come.

"If I press the green button," I said with a dramatic display, "you will come. It sends a low voltage pulse to the same muscles I was just talking about." I could see his eyes, they were pleading, "Please, please!"

"Oh, don't worry. I won't push it, but if I did, you would come. My friend and I tested this on another subject. We could make him come even without giving him an erection or any other stimulation."

"The deluxe erection maker puts a man's pleasure totally in control of a woman."

"So much for pleasure," I momentarily stabbed the Level 3. He yelped, and his organ immediately deflated. I pushed Level 0 again. He sighed.

"I developed the punisher for use in aversion therapy for sex offenders. My friend showed me a little nurse's trick she uses on her patients if they get fresh while she's taking care of them. There is a way to slap and pinch a penis that will make it lose its erection immediately. I just have my device do it with twice human strength."

"The theory is to put the punisher on a man and have him watch pornography. When he gets hard, the therapist presses the button. In a sense, the device you are wearing is a logical extension. It monitors the erection, and when it gets to a certain point, it delivers pain automatically. If all men were fitted with one of these at birth, the rape rate would drop to zero."

"Well, so much for the lecture. I just wanted you to know how it all works. I've turned everything off. You are entirely on your own. You can get it off now." He was still restrained. As I grabbed the monitor and left the room I laughed maniacally and said. "Have fun now".

Little did he know that I had him visually monitored as well. He laid there trying to get himself off. I watched him wiggle and try to rub his dick against the bed sheets but the bonds were too tight.

I let him stew for about an hour and then sent in Yvette. Yvette is much smaller than me, she has small but firm breasts a nice round ass and was wearing white stockings and white crotch-less panties. She went over to Logan and removed the gag.

He thanked her and pleaded with her to let him free. Yvette doesn't understand much English and told him what I told her to say, "Be quiet" as she showed him a ball gag she was going to use if he didn't comply. He shut up right away, and Yvette went to work.

She kissed him, pushing her tongue half way down his throat. Then she straddled his head and gently sat on his face. He licked and lapped her juices as she fingered her own clit. She bent over and pulled his dick into her hungry mouth, viciously using her tongue and teeth on his sensitive tip.

I watched the event with one eye on the camera, and the other on my monitor. I saw all the indications of his erection and impending ejaculation. He exploded in her mouth and felt her suck up every last drop. I noted with satisfaction how my instruments caught it all.

She turned and kissed him again, swapping his own cum for her pussy juice. I decided to experiment. I turned on the erection maker even before his cock went flaccid. It sprang back up. I decided to add a little spice and turned on the vibrator feature. Even though he had just blown his load, he was already approaching orgasm again. Since I had his previous reactions recorded, I knew how close I could take him without letting him go over the edge.

I had instructed Yvette to play with him before going any further. She teased him with her body as I teased him with the ring for almost an hour before she jumped on his cock eagerly. She rode it forcefully and he pushed as best he could. He shot off immediately. I turned off the erection enhancer.

When Yvette was done, she undid his right hand and quickly left the room locking him in behind her. He quickly undid the rest of the restraints and examined the device around his balls and cock. He tugged at it, trying to figure out how to remove it. Each attempt ran into my anti-tamper devices, and gave him pain. He finally gave up exhausted and went to sleep.

He woke up the next morning to the smell of a breakfast tray by his bed. I let him enjoy his meal before walking in with my finger on the red button. "This is the the punisher button," I explained, "If you give me any trouble, I'll use it. You had a little taste of it yesterday. Do you want the full sample?"

"NO!" he nearly screamed back.

"Good," I said, "Now let me explain how our relationship is going to work. Now that you are fitted with the device, I own you. I will use you for my pleasure whenever and however I like. Don't try taking my man tamer off, it will do serious and permanent damage to your testicles if improperly removed. It will fry them with electricity or cut them in half if you try to pull the ring off. Don't worry about normal hygiene. As you've already discovered, you can take a piss with it on. Getting it wet won't hurt it either, so you can shower when you have to."

"I have a key. If you are very good and could prove yourself a worthy and faithful slave I might release you. I'm putting you on Level 1. You can enjoy an erection, but will not be allowed to have an orgasm. I'm going to let you go home now. Be ready to service me whenever I call you."

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I called him the next day at work to ask him how he was doing. "How is it going," I asked.

"What do you mean? I haven't been doing anything." He added defensively. I could tell by his tone, that he must have tried something.

"I mean, do you find the device comfortable?"

"Well, I know it's there. I can feel the weight

"What about irritation or chafing?" I asked.

"No. It's OK that way. It feels a little tight at times."

"Only when you deserve it." I laughed. "Remember, it's been designed to do that. It's a behavior modification device. Be a good boy, and it won't hurt you. Be a bad boy, and you will be punished."

I had a genuine interest in Logan's well being. He was the first subject to wear the device for more than a couple of hours, and if I were going to market this device, I didn't want it to have undesirable side effects.

"OK, I'll call you again tomorrow."

"Wait," he said, "When can I see you again?"

"Why would you want to?" I asked.

"I'd like to know when I can get it off again."

"I should put you on punishment mode for that statement!" I yelled. "You have a lot to learn. One of the first things is that your pleasure is secondary. You first, and primary thought in every situation should be, 'How can I serve my mistress?' Servicing me should be your major concern."

The punishment threat was a bluff. My controls were strictly low- power, and line-of-sight. I couldn't get a permit from the FCC for this purpose! He was strictly out of range at the moment. The device remembered it's last command, and that's where it stayed until it received new instructions. If I were to die that day, Logan would be stuck on Level 1 until the batteries ran down. That would take up to two years, if he were a very good boy.

"I'm sorry," he said, "When can I serve you again?"

"That's better. Meet me for lunch at Maxine's at 12:30 sharp. We'll discuss it there."

"But I have an important appointment at 1!"

"Cancel it, or you will pay for it."

"OK, OK," he pleaded. I had established the fear of pain as a control method.

I arrived early, and was already seated as I saw Logan enter the restaurant. I activated the erection stimulator as soon as he walked in the door. He knew it too. As he approached, he looked down at the bulge in his pants and asked, "Is that you?"

I smiled back and said, "Well, I'm happy to see you too! I told you. I have this effect on men, particularly you. Don't complain too loudly, I can push the vibrator and set it for ejaculation. You're still on Level 1. In addition to messing up your pants, you know what that will do to you."

He sat down sheepishly. "What do you want?" He asked.

"I hear they have a delicious filet of sole here."

He didn't appreciate the sarcasm, so I continued, "I want your total servitude. You will be the epitome of politeness to me. You will do everything to fawn all over me in public. In private, you will do everything exactly as I say, exactly when I say it. I don't want to have to use Level 3, but I will until I modify your behavior so that total submission to me is second nature. Do I make myself clear?" I gave him an icy glare.

He averted his eyes down and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"That's better. Now let's eat."

About midway through the meal, I told him where my car was parked, and that I needed him to put some more money in the meter. He seemed hesitant and then stammered out, "I still have a hard-on. Can't you do something about that?"

"Certainly!" I said. I pulled out the control and put his device into vibrator mode. His eyes widened in fear. "Oh don't worry," I assured him. It's only set to stimulate. I won't do anything to make you ejaculate, and I'm sure you won't either.

He got up, extremely embarrassed, and made his way past the crowds with his erection leading the way. By the time he came back I could see a small wet spot at the end of the bulge. That was quite a bit of pre-come I was making him produce!

I had a suggestion for him. I reached into my purse and grabbed a sanitary napkin. "You know, if you go into the men's room and put this over the end of your cock, it will absorb your leakage. It may be a little bulky, and people may notice it, but it beats what you're doing to yourself now. Of course, you might consider wearing adult diapers if this problem persists."

I handed the package to him and he asked me for my permission to leave. I liked this!

I lingered over the meal and dessert. I kept him excited for the better part of 45 minutes, and I had him continuously erected for over an hour. I could see the sweat on his brow, and there were a couple of grimaces where he probably got too close to coming, and the punishment mode had to kick in.

The check came, and as our waitress went off with his credit card, I asked, "Getting pretty horny?"

He nodded, "yes."

"Do you still want to get it off?"

He looked hesitant. He obviously remembered our telephone conversation earlier in the day.

I assured him, "Good boy! You're learning. I give you permission to speak freely."

"Yes, ma'am." he said. "What you are doing is inhuman. I have to come. I don't care if you press the button and make me do it right here in my pants. Please, let me come."

"You won't get off that easy," I punned. "Be at my place at 5 PM tomorrow. I'll let you come then." I turned off the simulators. He sighed with relief.

"Thank you, madam. I promise to be good."

"I'm not worried about that. You're still on level 1. I know you'll behave. Remember, 5 PM, sharp!" I rose and walked out without looking back.

*****

Logan was at my house at 4:56. I was waiting for him, and I reminded him, "I know you're probably ready to treat me to another quick fire act, but we both know that's not going to happen don't we?"

"No mistress, I want to please you just please take this ring off me so I don't go crazy".

I laughed, "I don't think you are ready for that yet, but let's eat and later we can talk about it."

Yvette bustled in and out with an exquisite dinner. I could tell that Logan's mind wasn't on the meal. I knew that all he could think about was getting his rocks off.

In this condition, he was in the mood for a discussion on his future as my slave. "I want to train you to please me without using the tamer but it's going to take some time. Don't plan on getting off every time you see me." I saw The look of horror in his eye so I comforted him, "Do worry, I'll let you blow your load tonight."

After supper, I took him back to my play room. I was proud of my interior decorating: it looked like a medieval dungeon complete with pillory and stocks. Whips, crops, nipple clamps, gags, blindfolds I had all the toys.

I took out the remote and told him, "Take off your clothes and kneel down and kiss my feet."

I watched as he got undressed tapping a crop against my thigh impatiently. "Hurry up," I told him, "inadequate performance will be punished."

He got down and sucked and licked and lapped my feet. I said "I require my slaves to pledge their total submission to me." He said, "Yes mistress I pledge to serve you."

" Will you obey me without question?"

" Yes mistress."

"Good slave now get up and put your hands and head into the stocks."

I slid the top down into place and locked him in with a padlock. Because of the height of the stocks he was bent forward. I said, "This is going to be your punishment for your previous transgressions." I picked up a ball gag and put it around his head saying, "Open wide," as I pulled it tight.

I picked up my cat-o-nine tails and preceded to thrash his ass. I lectured him. "It's pointless to try to move. It will only hurt more. I assure you, I'm an expert at this. I know what I am doing."

I didn't stop until I added a delicious pattern of red stripes on both cheeks. I noticed his prick had risen during the whipping. I smiled. He grunted. I could see on the monitor that the device was applying pressure to his balls.

I released him from the stocks and had him lie on the floor and quickly shackled my wrists and ankles to anchors in the floor. I propped his head up with a pillow and made him watch as I slowly and teasingly stripped for him.

He tried to look away, and I pressed Level 3. The monitor spiked, and I heard another muffled scream of pain. I liked being a high- tech dominatrix. I told him, " I own you, you bastard now shape up and watch me or you'll feel my love bite for longer next time." He mumbled some kind of contrition, and I continued. He didn't dare take his eyes off me.

I sat in a chair at his feet and spread my long lovely legs and started rubbing my pussy. I used both hands in a circular motion starting at my clit running down either side of my vulva and back to my clit with hands together.

I became hotter, and so was he if the dancing potentials on the monitor were correct. He was so desperate, he was humping empty air. I let him do it. It turned me on to see him squirm for me like that. I had a great orgasm with this man at my feet.

When I came down, I told him, "I'm putting you on level 0. Wait here for Yvette." I looked at the sparkle in his eye. I know he expected the same kind of treatment from her that he got the last time. Will he be surprised!

I thought it would be fun to see how my submissive Yvette would do in the role of a dominant female. I was interested in seeing one of my slaves top the other for my enjoyment. I sent her in dressed in a leather mini skirt and matching leather vest. She had on spike heals and black stockings the look in her eyes told the whole story. This was not going to be anything like their first meeting.

I gave Yvette instructions over a micro receiver built into an all- but-invisible ear piece. The first thing I had her do was press her spike heeled foot in to his balls. She removed her shoe and massaged his swollen dick and painful blue balls with her toes and the rough underside of her foot.

Next, I had her undo his hand and feet restraints and signal him over to a dentist style chair. The chair was special, it had stirrups, adjustable leather straps, belts and rings strategically placed. He got into place and she cuffed his wrists to the arms of the chair. I had her remove his gag and put a wide collar around his neck and clip it to the head rest to immobilize his head. She tilted the chair back and placed him in a more horizontal position. She put his feet one by one into the stirrups and locked them in with leather straps. I had her adjust the stirrups out and apart and lock them into place. As a final touch, I directed her to pull two belts: one at his waist and one across his chest and buckle them tightly.

I noticed that his erection had subsided, so I put on both the erection maker and vibrators. Yvette's eyes widened as she watched his penis spring to life. With balls full of semen and a couple of days of stimulation without release, he was ready. Precome liberally dribbled out of his penis.

I had Yvette straddle his head and sit down on his face. She parroted the words I told her to say, "Eat me, you worthless piece of shit." I could see as he struggled to tongue her pussy, but he couldn't reach it so I direct Yvette to grind her pussy into his face.

I let her have her fun. After she's had a couple of satisfying orgasms, I command her, "Piss in his face." My French isn't as up to speed as it should be to gave sexually graphic commands, so I have to repeat my instructions more explicitly. I said something about making water, and face. She got the idea and gave him a golden shower. I watched the piss stream down the sides of his face.

Before telling her to dismount, I had her wrap his upper arms in wide cuffs, free his wrists, and pull his hand toward his cock. I had her adjust the upper arm cuffs so that his middle finger tips can barely reach his dickhead but not really grab it. Then I had her hop off and leave the room.

With a mechanically induced erection and vibrational stimulation, his cock stood tall, as hard as iron. Yvette and I enjoyed a giggle as we watched him try to touch himself but the cuffs hold fast. The best he could do was to barely tickle the head of his dick and I could see on my monitor that it wasn't enough to get him off.

I had Yvette fetch us a snack and we enjoyed it as we watched his frantic thrashing. He moaned and cried out for Yvette, anyone to help him. "Help me I'm tied up and I can't get off."

I sent Yvette back in after she cleaned up after our snack. By this time, his dick was raw and painfully sensitive. I had her reattach his wrists to the chair. I sent her to a drawer where she pulled out a pair of rubber surgical gloves and smooth them over her hands. She reached in the drawer and squirted a good amount of topical anesthetic on her palms. She went over to Logan and lovingly massaged his cock and balls with the desensitizing lubricant.

I turned off the vibrator. It was useless now. However, the constriction around the base of his penis kept it fully erected. Yvette rolled a condum over his mountain of flesh, and mounted him facing towards his face. She rubbed her hot wetness up and down his shaft, then suddenly without warning popped it in.

In spite of all the friction, there as noting Yvette could do to make his numb cock ejaculate. She rode him for orgasm after orgasm. Even if he were capable of coming on his own, there was no way I was going to let his hard-on subside.

Yvette was physically fatigued when she finally got off his pole. His cock stood there quivering, waiting for release. So I had Yvette remove the rubber. "Stand back," I told her, and then pressed the ejaculation button. With the anesthetic numbing his penis, I was sure he couldn't feel the full sensation of orgasm. Yet, sperm shot a foot and a half in the air. I held the button down as he pumped jet after jet of semen from his prick.

I kept him at it until I could see his dick twitch but no more of his white liquid was coming out. It took nearly a minute. While the anesthetic kept him from feeling the good part, it didn't stop him from feeling pain where pain was due. The cramping in his lower abdomen was so intense, he passed out. Yvette untied him and we left him there.

He woke up still in the chair with pools of his own come all over his chest and stomach. He got up, walked over to the door and tried it, it was locked, and he pounded on it. I opened it, remote in hand and turned him back on level 1.

"You did well last night my slave, Yvette was very happy with your performance."

"Thank you, mistress."

"I want you to go home. Be sure you don't forget who your mistress is slave, Yvette is only allowed to use you at my whim."

"Yes, mistress. I know I am your slave existing only that I may please you."