Soapy leaned against the counter at the Little Shop, pondering his next Vicodin purchase. He'd spent a month at Ivy Hill, getting spin-dried by the counselors...but let's face it,

 

Soapy wasn't a drug addict, he was a junkie. Addicts went to meetings. The raucous laughter from the Dominas Anonymous meeting upstairs was really making him irritable. What was wrong with those women?

 

As he heard more annoying peals of mirth, Soapy looked behind the counter at H.Singleton Soreson Bailey, husband of Urbana Bailey. Singleton was naked and bound just under the cash register, with a note taped to his hard dick "WATCH ME TIL MEETING ENDS"...

 

Soapy snorted in contempt, and searched in his pocket. Maybe there was a left over Darvon he could pop....these S&M people were friggin' pathetic.

 

Perhaps not...

 

"I was thinking the topic for tonight could be Post Orgasm attiude in the husband" Doniphan said, leaning back in her chair. "Ruskin is such a sweetheart for about 28 days out of the month, but when I unlock him and let him squirt, he seems so, um...unfocused afterwards...for like, seventy-two hours."

 

Doni shook her bouncing copper tresses, thinking about it. The other women in the room looked quite serious as the young meeting leader scratched her chin and sighed, her full breasts jiggling in the ribbed purple crop top.

 

"I mean, like...most of the time, Ruskin's all over me...trying to make me happy, cleaning the house after work so I'll be in a good enough mood to let him worship my body...getting me little surprise gifts, kissing Mike's boots when he visits--"

 

 At this Doni giggled, and the other women did as well, thinking of Doni's kickboxing instructor, who gave her "private lessons" at home. Ruskin didn't like serving him at all...

 

"I mean, two or three nights a week, I unlock his chastity device, and I rub his wee wee, and he gets all weepy and tells me how WONDERFUL I am...." Doni said, rolling her huge, intense Pacific blue eyes.

 

Doni cried out in a deep voice "Honey, you're so sexy...so hot...can I touch your boobs...that's one great little whatchacallit you're wearing, like is it lingerie? Can I cum, honey?" Doniphan followed this with some exaggerated "macho" panting, sparking hilarity from her audience.

 

Doni sipped her Evian water, leaving her strawberry lip gloss around the bottle. She waved her long hot pink nails, and the women smiled, imagining poor Ruskin's agony.

 

"And I stroke him, and tickle him..." Doni said, amused..." And then I stop after about forty-five minutes, and he's crying, all frustrated, but after I lock him back up and undo the cuffs and all, he's even sweeter than before..."

 

Doni shook her copper mane. "But then on the thirty day mark...Rusky shoots his wad, right into the shot glass, like he's supposed to, and all of a sudden the attitude starts!"

 

There were murmurs of assent. The women knew where this was going.

 

"Then he's all 'I don't want to drink my cum...it's gross' and when I use the cane on him, he practically grabs it away from me!" Doni's voice was exasperated now. "Like, a day BEFORE he cums, Rusky takes the cane, the strop, the tawse, in absolute silence, except for his boo-hooing..."

 

The ladies laughed again, imagining Ruskin, a tight, emotionless Chief Warrant Officer for the Army, boo-hooing...it was quite an image!

 

Urbana Bailey shook her head,  listening to the little idiot's story. Urbana wasn't crazy about all these upscale bitches in the Dominas Anonymous meeting. She knew that most of them had just loved Singleton's first wife, who was a professional type....

 

After Singleton's wife Gladys had died, sure, he'd gotten lonely, started seeing Mistress Urbana, who could torture and tease him into total fuckin' insanity...and then after six months, he'd proposed...

 

And since he was real popular, and was president of the Merrimack County Leather Education and Support Group, they went to all the parties, but Urbana ended up standing by herself...she didn't use good English, so what?

 

So she had frosted hair, and yeah it was big hair, why not? The old bag in charge of the Dominas Anonymous literature committee, who couldn't get laid in a men's prison with a handful of pardons, had whispered once that Urbie dressed like a streetwalker...and one of the younger women had joked about silicone...

 

Yeah, right. I got it in my lips, tits and ass...and I'm married to the richest slavepig in here, goddamnit. AND I go out four, five nights a week, fucking whoever I want, sometimes they come home and use Singleton's mouth and ass too!

 

Why aren't these women more friendly? But they ain't.

 

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TUESDAY PORTION

Down behind the counter, the bound Singleton listened to Zuzu's torture and considered his own problems...

 

Sing remembered when he realized he loved Urbana! He'd gone over for one of his thrice weekly visits, which she billed him at $600 a pop.

 

After he'd been seeing Urbana for about eighteen months, Urbana had said, " Singleton, you come over here and I give you needed discipline, and tease your dick, but the desperation isn't there...

 

If you annoy me, and I don't let you cum at the end of the session, I know you go home and jack off...and it's so dishonest. And it's retarding your progress into submission, babe." She'd looked at him carefully.

 

"You mean, put me in a chastity device? A belt?" Singleton asked half excitedly.

 

Urbana nodded and waved her tongue at him.

 

"I mean, if you have all these fantasies about being kept in chastity,which your late wife only did now and then...why don't you let me put you on a chastity plan?"

 

"B-but Miss Urbana," stuttered Sing, "Then I couldn't date--very-very much."

 

Urbana snorted. "Of course you could. You'd treat women like ladies. Get in their head before you get in their bed...

 

If you let me lock you in a belt, and you made a reasonable case to me as to why you deserved to sleep with somone, I'd let you out, maybe."

Singleton had begun quivering in fear and excitement just then.

 

 It was true, his first wife had occasionally forbidden him to cum, for maybe a week or so...but he'd break down, and she accepted this. Singleton had never been in a chastity device.

 

At the time they were discussing this, Urbana was wearing a snug leather minidress, and Sing of course was naked and bound next to her on the couch...she was playing with his dick while they watched "Jeopardy"...

 

Urbana had promised she'd let him cum if he answered the questions right, but they all seemed to be about Middle Eastern history or jazz, two subjects of which Sing was ignorant.

 

He watched depressedly as Urbana carefully rubbed her long purple nails  (speckled with silver dots) all over the head of his cock, slowly pulling the circumsized foreskin up and over the bulging glans and then rigorously rubbing his cock tip....

 

"But let's be realistic here, Sing." Urbie said as she reached over and snapped a big rat-trap on Sing's left nipple, causing him to cry silently...

 

"A little faggot like you isn't going to attract any women, is he...what you want to do is wank your willy while you're watching femdom porn...and that's a disgusting habit."

 

Urbana took a pair of pliers off the table and twisted Sing's right nipple just once, and he screamed.

 

"And besides" Urbana said casually, " If you do start dating some nice woman, she'll want to suck your dick, and I can't allow that, can I?

 

Real men get their dicks sucked...Pitiful sissies come to me to have makeup put on their faces, and have their pathetic clitties teased...

 

You'd just be confused if a woman treated you like a human being, wouldn't you, Singleton?"

 

Singleton, who was wearing heavy light blue Seventies eyeshadow  and shiny red lipstick just then, had little to say!

 

But then Urbana had twisted the pliers again and he'd howled "No, of course not, Miss Urbana!"

 

So they'd gone out the next week and Urbana had fitted him for a "compromise"--not a chastity belt, but a two ring piercing--one ring through the glans, one through the ball sack and a little padlock to connect them.

 

"Now, you can play with your dingie all you want, but you'll not cum, right?" Sing was so humiliated, as the piercer was a big gay tattooed man, and he was grinning at Sing's discomfort!

 

The pain of the piercing didn't last for long, and when Singleton was at home alone, he vowed to not play with it while watching his BDSM porn, but of course he did...Watching tease/denial videos and playing with his dick and never cumming was almost too real!

 

And Singleton was dating, and of course he couldn't go "all the way" with puzzled women who commented "you're such a gentleman" after the fourth date art gallery opening, and then dropping her off after just a little necking!

 

One woman asked Sing if he was a fag, and of course Urbana thought this was hilarious!

 

One night it was almost too much. "Miss Urbana PLEASE..." Singleton begged, as Urbana leaned back, enjoying the pedicure he was giving her. "I'm going crazy here. My visits to you have gone up to three times a week, it's really expensive, and you tease me and lock me back up again...and you haven't let me cum in 48 days now.."

 

It was true. Since he couldn't get any relief at home, the evil piercing keeping Singleton's dick prisoner, he'd begun visiting Urbana more and more...and she was routinely strapping him down, often with duct tape, and teasing him for hours.

 

One night she played poker with a bunch of hard looking men while he knelt in the corner, naked and erect. They kept throwing crushed beer cans at him, and Urbie amused them by putting out her cigarettes on Singleton's bulging, miserable cock.

 

After they'd left, she'd stroked and stimulated his dick until he was crying, and sent him home, pierced and chaste at four in the morning!

 

It was almost too much for him. Miss Urbana had suggested that Sing take an energy drink home that might calm him down a bit...but after she'd given it to him, powdered to stir in milk, he'd felt even hornier...and of course he overheard her saying on the phone that she'd slipped him Viagra!

 

But because she'd ordered poor Singleton to drink the evil concoction, he'd continued to, which kept him masturbating all the time, jacking his pierced penis miserably in the bathrooms at work, and for hours at night until his penis felt as if it would rip from his testicles in it's miserable attempts to harden.

 

Of course it couldn't harden, because it was pierced in a circle, connected to the testicles quite firmly...so it could just bob and weave as Singleton stroked it up and down...harder and harder!

 

Singleton had finished painting Urbana's toenails that night, and she'd invited him to sit next to her--Urbie had locked Sing's hands behind his back and begun stroking his pierced cock, finally unlocking it...

 

"Now hold still" Urbana said severely. "I don't want you humpin' a pillow like you did last Tuesday when I went to use the john, hear me?" She'd given him an awful whipping with a straightened coat hanger that night...his penis had been bleeding when Urbana had finished!

 

But the night Singleton asked Urbana to marry him, she'd just stroked his cock to the point that he'd been about to cum...and then said "If you want to cum, honey, before I want to let you, that's fine...

 

I'll take off the piercing if that's what you want...if you're not the man I thought you were, and you can't seriously continue this training...maybe you can just be an ordinary customer...it's what you want, babe..."

 

And then Singleton had said "I-I want to be locked up for as long as you need me to...but will you marry me...and take over my training full time?"

 

And she had! And the orgasms hadn't been any more frequent...but Singleton was happy...though sometimes he thought, locked up like he was tonight, under the cash register, awaiting her return from the Dominas Anonymous meeting, that he might have been a little more careful with his requests!

 

Above the counter, things were going on rather excitedly in the Little Shop.

 

Zuzu backed off hurriedly, as Miss Shingle's bamboo began slashing. Soapy winced as he popped a Darvon, watching the tip flailing Zuzu's shoulder.

 

"Come back here, you little bitch, and take your medicine!" Miss Shingles roared. The young model howled as the cane thwacked the side of her neck.

 

"Now for your candies" Miss Shingles said, smiling gleefully. "You waste a woman's time, draggin' her downtown on a fool's errand, I'm going to make your pink candies redden up, baby!"

 

"Oh, no, please, Miss Shingles, my boobs are so sensitive" Zuzu whined. The door to the store opened, and a couple of incoming customers stopped in fascination to watch the naked girl's conundrums.

 

"A-and they are still sore from the last t-time you caned them--" SMACK! The cane slammed across her chest and Zuzu broke down, weeping bitterly. She covered her breasts, the tears running down her cheeks and over her full lips.

 

"Now, Zulekia" Miss Shingles said with sweet venom, "You'd better do what I told you. Lace your fingers behind your head, honey, so I can punish your candies like they deserve."

 

Zuzu sobbed, shaking her head, and finally, seeing the implacable look in the Negro woman's eyes, put her hands behind her head, lacing the fingers firmly. Her legs were shaking, but Soapy noted that her vagina was almost soggy with desire.

 

"Now keep those hands there!" shouted Miss Shingles. THWACK!

 

The cane throttled Zuzu's left breast. Soapy could see the unbearable pain as Zulekia bent over, biting her lower lip til it bled...but she bravely kept her hands laced behind her neck.

 

Zuzu gritted her teeth as the cane fell against her bruised nipples again...she had to prove herself to Miss Shingles!  Miss Shingles had another slavegirl, Citronella, who could take whippings from a vacuum cleaner cord with broken glass glued on it...and Zuzu wanted to be worthy!

 

The cane slashed once again, bouncing against Zuzu's soft left mammary. Oooh...Zuzu felt faint, she was worried she might black out from the pain. But of course she deserved it!

 

Why hadn't she called ahead before dragging Miss Shingles down here to pick up the electric cane? Why was Zuzu so thoughtless? Probably because Mummy and Dad had always spoiled her, given little Zulekia whatever she'd wanted.

 

THWACK! The cane interrupted Zuzu's thoughts, crushing cruelly her right boob into her rib cage. Zuzu wanted to scream, but knew Miss Shingles despised whining!

 

As the girl doubled over almost vomiting, an elderly couple in the flogging section observed Zuzu's chatisement with interest. "I'll have to take lessons from her, Gildersleeve." said the old lady to her distinguished looking husband. "Yes Mistress" the old man said, trembling.

 

And indeed, the entire store was watching Zuzu get it...

 

"Stand back up! Did I tell you you could bend over like that?" Miss Shingles screamed. Zuzu came back up again, a thick purple blotch evident across her tortured boob. The cane fell again, Zuzu shrieked, and now there was a slight bamboo splinter in Zuzu's right areola.

 

Soapy watched with interest (and Singleton listened frum his unfortunate vantage point under the counter) as Miss Shingle's cane slashed long, red welts across Zuzu's gorgeous, lily white breasts.

 

Under the table, Singleton watched Soapy's dick get harder against the faded khakis. He was lucky that Miss Urbana wasn't up here, or she'd make him suck Soapy off, as she'd done the night before, making Singleton lick the dicks of Dunny Dunbar and Lovejoy Simms, a couple of dope dealers that she'd brought home from hanging out in the park....

 

Singleton shuddered as he recalled Lovejoy's big black dick skull-fucking him nearly to death...but still his pain wasn't nearly as bad as poor Zuzu's.

  

 "Oooh, please no more!" Zuzu screamed as the cane whacked again and again, before Ms. Shingles snapped her fingers, and Zuzu turned around, hands still grasping each other behind her neck.

 

"Don't you move, you little honky bitch!" The cane ripped through Zuzu's ivory cheek the first time, Miss Shingles really getting into her swing. Soapy wondered whether the Negro played tennis...

 

The cane fell again and again across Zuzu's full buttocks, and Zuzu began dancing with the extreme pain of the caning. Suddenly, Miss Shingles got annoyed and threw the cane across the store. "This is just not working for me...I'm going to have to use Old Nasty!"

 

"N-not old Nasty!" protested Zuzu, but Miss Shingles was fumbling around in her handbag finally pulling out a two foot piece of garden hose, bunched together by rubber bands.

 

Miss Shingles pulled the bands off and swung the hose, making a nasty snap on Zuzu's left thigh. "Now we'll get down to serious business" the black woman said grimly.

 

The old couple watched the whipping with great interest.