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The Penis Pillory was truly a novel thing. Zev’s cock and balls were crushed between the two short metal horizontal bars about eighteen iches long and clamped together by wing nuts.
True, Zev’s penis was often crushed in the cruel chastity tube that Ida made him wear whenever he was out of her sight. In Ida’s domination of Zev, he’d gone from gradually not being allowed to have sex with her, to not being allowed to have orgasms often, first only two a week, then one a week, than one a month. And then one every two months.
One orgasm every two months. And that orgasm being forced to jerk off onto the floor, his knees supporting Zev’s portly frame. And how much worse could it have gotten?
When Ida had graduated Zev from a chastity CAGE to a chastity TUBE. The Cage allowed erections, though they were cramped, but the tube had allowed almost nothing. Just an unpleasant squirming when Zev saw office girls prancing by.
But now it was worse, his penis for this afternoon, was crushed in a Pillory.
Zev breathed through his nose and tried desperately to keep on his tippie toes. Ida had allowed Zev to stand in her high heels for the first fifteen minutes of his punishment, but then she’d removed them.
In order to keep Zev from self-castrating, he’d had to stay on his toes, and still his crotch was higher than his waist in the Pillory.
Zev thought of his grandfather’s favorite Yiddish proverb: “A fool says what he knows, and a wise man knows what he says” Zev’s stupid fantasies about punishment…so different from the reality that he was suffering now. Who asked for the Penis Pillory? Who paid for it?
And to go further, who had turned a sweet and loving, malleable spouse into the Shrew from Hell with his peculiar paraphilias? Bat that wasn’t true.
Ida wasn’t a shrew. She actually rarely even raised her voice. But it was disturbing how quickly she’d adjusted to Zev’s peculiar needs.
“You were such an annoying, arrogant asshole before I took you in line…with a bad attitude and a filthy mouth…and your interests were intolerable.” Ida had often said. His interests. Football, golf, perhaps more than a little too much time on the porn sites… Ida seemed to have remedied that over the past two years.
For instance…she LOVED to remind Zev of the Bible verses that his grandfather had often advised…by making Zev write them, again and again
“You can’t remember to clean the garage? I want you to write these verses five hundred times each this weekend!”
And here they’d come!
“Romans 12:11-Not Slothful in Business;fervent in spirit, serving the Lord
Hebrews
Proverbs12:27 The slothful man roasteth not that which he took in hunting but the substance of a diligent man is precious; the slothful hideth his hand in his bosom, it grieveth him to bring it again to his mouth
Proverbs 18-19: He also that is slothful in his work is brother to him that is a great waster
Proverbs 26:16 The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit than sven men that can render a reason”
Beautiful, with blonde hair and an upturned nose, and certainly a bosomy but not overblossomed figure, Ida resembled Brigitte Neilsen at her best…a wonderful wife, sure to be a good mother when the time came, but goodness, she could be mean!
This was the worst situation though, this Penis Pillory, especially being naked like this in his living room. And the pain!
Zev gritted his teeth as he felt his scrotal sack being yanked into the ground by the force of gravity as he relaxed his heels. How could he maintain an effective balance for the two hour period?
But he must! Certainly he could use the safeword, but then Ida would laugh cruelly, and assign Zev to endless punishment lines from the Bible or the dictionary…. He had to bear it!
The Pillory was an unforgiving one. Supporting the short bars crushing Zev’s dick and balls was a four foot vertical bar that was adjustable, so that Ida had the option of pulling the horizontal bars up or donw, like a physician’s height scale.
Ida had put Zev in the Pillory more than an hour ago. “I recommend that you keep that thing flaccid, and she’d pointed at Zev’s cock, and slapped it a bit to make sure. Then she’d requested that Zev step up to the Pillory.
When was the last time that Ida had touched Zev’s penis in a loving way? It had been some time, the only affection he seemed to get there was every two months when he pumped his seed into the wooden floor in front of her feet…and she laughed at him!
After Ida had Zev step up, she’d taken Zev’s testicles and placed them under his cock and then put cock and ball sack into the Penis Pillory. Zev had gasped with the feeling of coldness as his growing erection (he couldn’t help it) had hit the coldness of the lower bar.
Then Ida had slammed down the upper horizontal bar, crushinig Zev’s penis against his testicles and had locked it tight, pushing the entire genitalia into one big mush.
As Zev had been quite aroused, he then uttered a memorable scream. “Do you hate me, Ida?” he’d bellowed as his testicles, sensitive even to a flick, were congealed with his penis between the crushing steel vice of the Penis Pillory.
Ida looked at Zev, unsmilingly. “I didn’t order this thing. I didn’t spend two hundred dollars on it.” Ida had casually picked up a cane and slashed Zev’s naked nipples as he stood there, and he’d screamed again. “I didn’t assemble the thing last night, barely able to keep my hand off my cock, Zev. You did.”
Now Zev was silent. He could not find words to describe how baldy it felt having concentrated steel pushing his nuts and his cock into a squashed position, but that was not all.
“Now step into my high heels, Zev.” Why? But of course! The long vertical bar was indeed adjustable, and now Ida was happily pushing the short clamping trap up a bit, so that Zev could barely stand at all.
“See?” Ida said happily as she clapped her pretty hands. “Now you can improve your posture while participating in good and effective cock and ball torture.” Ida smiled,b ut Zev was not happy. And not aroused. And this was about arousal, wasn’t it?
His crotch was locked in the Penis Pillory, and had been pushed up above his stomach, forcing Zev to arch his back. He attempted to balance himself with his hands. But no, here was Ida approaching with the hated police handcuffs.
“No, no…please, no.” Zev had tried to pull his hands out of Ida’s reach which had only annoyed his diligent wife. “Please, I need to maintain balance.”
“Why are you so dependent on your hands, Zev?” Ida asked, enraged. “Ballet dancers don’t wave their hands around like that. Do you really need your hands? Do you want me to make you regret you HAVE hands?”
Ida had gone and gotten the Scottish tawse that they’d purchased when Zev was writing his book about the Loch Ness Monster. She ordered Zev to hold his hands out in front of him, just over the horizontal bars of the Pillory, the bars that seemed to be dragging Zev’s genitals to the ceiling. “Hold your hands out, Zev, and don’t move them.”
Zev hated hand punishment. At least a butt-whipping with a few lashes on the bare thighs was sexually thrilling, but there was no pleasure in having one’s palms lashed.
THWACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Zev’s hands soon were stinging thoroughly, the leather scorching his palms. (Four on each palm). Zev tearfully put his wrists behind his back with no further argument. Ida had chuckled and locked on the police handcuffs with vigor.
“Now you can stand up tall, and that will reduce your pain and as I said earlier, so improve your quite negligent posture!”
Ida loved posture tortures, Remember last month?
Ida had strung a thin metal wire through the holes in Zev’s pierced nipples, and had locked it across the doorway to their bedroom at the level of his neck, making Zev get right up there on the balls of his feet to keep from having his nipples ripped out in case he fell!
Imagine having to arch your chest up to keep from losing your nipples, and having to push up on your toes! That was actually probably worse than the Pillory, but it was hard to say that right now!
And in that case as well, Zev’s hands had been loced behind his back.
Hours of pressure alternating between the balls of his feet and the tips of his nipples, and Zev had been on the brink of suicide. He couldn’t call out to darling Ida because she’d been at her aerobics calss at the Jewish Community Center.
When Ida had finally gotten home and unlocked Zev, he’d cried like a baby as Ida had rubbed soft Vaseline on his damaged nipples…how how tender his loving wife could be, occasionally.
But this Penis Pillory almost seemed worse. It wasn’t as if he’d not had cock and ball torture before—Zev was an old hand at that. On their honeymoon, Ida had locked Zev into a traditional Humbler.
“We’ll consummate our marriage when we get home, darling.”
Ida had said lovingly. “I want to enjoy
Oh, the Humbler. Two 3 feet pieces of wood locked together round his cock and balls, then placed on the outside of his legs—so Zev had had to kneel on the floor all night with his back bent over. Ida had also run a rolling pin over Zev’s testicles when she’d gotten in from the buffet, to see what would happen.
On the second day of the honeymoon, Ida had tied Zev naked to a chair, blindfolding him, and leaving a note and a large tip for the male maid who had to come and clean the room. Zev’s ears had burned with the rude comments, and of course the kid, Miguel, had not untied him.
The rest of the vacation, Zev had been snickered at…what a honeymoon!
When Zev had complained to Ida about this, his new bride had singed his nipples with an iron!
Perhaps those were worse tortures, but the Penis Pillory was
the torture going on
“How long, Ida?” Zev shouted now, and then thought better of it. “Dear, really, can you tell me how long?” Ida’s sharp laugh floated through the hallway.
“That’s so much more polite than you were this morning when you ordered me to get off the phone…you ORDERED me.” There was a silence while Zev meditated on his folly. “I had to wait an hour for you to get off the phone with the other idiot, Zev, so I think you can stand there for two.”
Zev slumped and then howled, realizing that again, his balls had nearly been torn off.
THE END
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