Beau of Les Belles Pt. 02

"No!" he shouted. "Don't!"

Wearing an impish expression she looked at him. "Scary, huh?"

"Please, stop it!"

"You really are scared. It's very cute. You guys, and your pricks! Silly things just seem to get you into so much trouble! If you ask me, we'd be doing you a big favor if we went ahead and snipped it off right now. Really, a person is much better off without!"

"Oh my god!" he cried. "You don't mean that. You can't. You don't, do you?"

"Of course I mean it! How could anyone believe anyone's actually better off with one of these silly things sticking out between his legs? Okay, I do have to admit a prong can have a plus side too. It can be lots of fun to get a nice fucking, or to give someone a good thorough fucking for that matter, but this can be done with a strap on and it comes off when I'm done. You do have to admit, it's so much handier that way. With a dildo you don't have the silly thing flopping around when it's not needed. You can put your cock away in a drawer or cabinet when you aren't using it. But the advantages are even more when you are using it. It keeps its shape just as long as you want. I can pick whatever size suits my fancy, and different sizes to fit different moods. You don't have to worry about it going limp before I've gotten however many orgasms I feel like, and another plus, it can have a vibrator in it for truly intense stimulation that goes on and on and on. Yum! Far superior to the limited capabilities of your penis even if we put a vibrating cock ring on it or something. In the competition of dildo vs. penis, no contest, at least in this girl's opinion. And, any rational person has to recognize the dildo is a vast improvement on nature and would trade his primitive version of a sex organ in without the slightest qualm. Okay, you might have a few qualms since it's your organ we're talking about after all. But if you look at the question objectively, you do have to concede my argument does cut right to the point, so to speak." She giggled again and squeezed on the scissors gently. But it didn't feel gentle to him!

"Don't!" he exclaimed. "Oh god! Stop it, please. You aren't really going to do this. You aren't, are you?"

"Listen to you, John. You sound so upset. You're hardly being objective. Okay, I do understand that objectivity isn't exactly a male strong point. Especially not about your penis! You do feel strongly about this, don't you?" Holding his shaft in one hand, she used the tip of her scissors to prod his glans. "Well, speak up! Do you or don't you? Because if not..." The blades of the scissors parted and once again his shaft was between them.

"No! I mean yes, I do! I feel... I feel very strongly about it. When you do that I just can't think at all. Can you please stop? Please?" He looked up appealingly at her. She sighed and lifted the scissors away from his penis.

"You males! You brag about how reasonable you are, but when it comes to your penis, reason just flies out the window! I wonder, do you have any idea how I actually feel about this all this?"

"You obviously don't think very much of guys. So, why not let me go? I'll be out of here in a flash, really. You won't have to be bothered with me, or my penis. Okay? I don't understand what this does for you. I really don't."

"I'd think it would be pretty obvious. You really don't know much about the way a girl like me thinks, do you? Okay, I'll explain. Listen carefully! You really should try to see this from my perspective. It will help you understand the whole idea of Les Belles much better. Okay, our subject is an interesting one, emasculation. One of our favorite subjects here at Les Belles -- a very important area of research for us. Anyone looking for an advanced degree in the field of emasculation, Les Belles would be the place for her! But I'll limit myself to a brief introductory lecture right now because it's probably a fairly difficult subject for you and so we'll just go over it a little bit at a time, and with plenty of repetition until you get the idea. Pay attention because I may quiz you afterwards and with consequences for missing things, so to speak." She giggled and lay the scissors on his belly, so that he would not forget about them while she explained things.

She stepped back and rapped on the side table with her crop, "Class will now come to order," she continued in a mockingly pedantic tone. "You do realize, I hope, that nearly every girl has dreamt of emasculating someone at least once or twice, and maybe much more often for many of us. Really. For some girls, it's only when you guys make her especially angry, but for others, it's more or less constantly on our minds when we're around males. Yes, it is indeed a very naughty fantasy that most girls don't talk about much -- naughty but how very tempting! Let's just say, luckily for you, we females are much better than you males with keeping fantasy and reality separate. You males get angry, and if you aren't kept under very firm restraint, it's wham slam bang, war and devastation. We females don't need to act on every single impulse. Psychologically speaking females are so much better adapted. We're so much better at talking things out and getting our way by other means. Like with penises. When it comes to penises, even though emasculation might be a very interesting fantasy, most girls don't consider it necessary to actually physically remove your sex organ. It's every bit as satisfying to take control over someone's penis. Well, to be really satisfying, the control has to be pretty complete and obvious so anyone can tell who's in charge. This might be done on a basic level simply by making it clear who's wearing the pants in a relationship. Or, when we take things a little farther, we don't allow the male to get an erection without permission. Just these obvious examples show clearly that we can go quite far in emasculating someone, without any need to actually cut your member off and put it up on the shelf as a trophy. That's not necessary, is it? No, not really. Well, okay, in the interest of intellectual honesty about this whole subject, I do have to admit I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little bit tempting, with you helpless and me holding the very tool for the job."

Sy picked the scissors up and snipped the air several times, looking at his sex out of the corner of her eye. Then she shook her head and set her scissors back down on his stomach. She stepped away, as if she were afraid what she might do. "Sigh! But submissive males are just too much fun to waste by turning you into a grumpy, resentful eunuch who might think he has nothing left to lose. So, we have a firm, longstanding policy here at Les Belles house against actual physical emasculation of males who are brought here for training. Snip-snip, just not allowed. If you make a list of things to be afraid of while you're here visiting Les Belles, you can put a line through emasculation." She turned to the wall and pretended to look down a list, then pantomimed striking through a line. Then she turned back to face him. "Whew! Big relief for you!

"But wait! Let's you not get too very relieved just yet! No, we aren't going to actually cut your dick off, but that hardly covers the whole subject of emasculation, does it? I don't think so! I can emasculate someone quite nicely thank you without physically removing his dick or balls. No question about it, as you're well aware, aren't you? Because, when you guys call someone a castrating bitch," Sy pointed at herself with her thumb and gave him a big grin, "you don't mean I actually physically cut someone's balls off. No. You mean someone like me made someone like you feel less than manly. We castratin' bitches like nothing more than when you guys are feeling inadequate and powerless and when you're nicely tamed and submissive. When that male ego of yours has been cut down to size. Which brings us right back to that list of what you have to worry about in your Les Belles experience. Yes, we did cross emasculation off the list, but we were a little hasty, weren't we? Domination of males is what Les Belles is all about, and there's always a question of symbolic castration when the female dominates the male in a thorough, serious way. Well, it's actually more than a question, here at Les Belles! A submissive male is an emasculated male, and visa versa, that's what I say! Which puts emasculation right back on the table, doesn't it? I for one certainly think so!"

She turned back to the wall and pantomimed printing the word, letter by letter, E-M-A-S-C-U-L-A-T-I-O-N, continuing to talk as she wrote. "So, let's sum up today's lesson. Yes permanent physical emasculation is off limits, big relief for you, but the good news for us castrating bitches, we can still keep emasculation on the list, so long as we don't get carried away with the idea and actually cut your dick off or something." She turned and pretended to point her pen at him. "At least, emasculation's staying on my list, that's for sure, and pretty close to top of the list, too." Turning back to the wall she mimed making a big check mark beside the word. "But, no, not physical emasculation, let's be clear about that. So, let's do this. Let's add a parenthesis - 'symbolic only; no physical cutting". Just so you and me are on the same page." She mimed writing the parenthetical. "Where we've written "symbolic only", let's add several underlines, just so nobody gets wrong idea when the subject of emasculation comes up, as it's bound to do pretty often." She pretended to underline the imaginary words on the board. But the words didn't seem completely imaginary to him. "Enough for today. Yes, I could go on much longer about this very interesting subject, but I think you have plenty to think over for the time being."

Sy left John to ponder all this, moving away to put her scissors back in their drawer. Then she went to the wet bar and poured herself a glass of wine and enjoyed a few sips, giving him a few minutes to reflect.

John lay with his legs spread and hands bound, feeling very exposed. Emasculation wasn't a subject he wanted to think about, but he couldn't help himself. Was she serious? She sounded serious. He pulled and twisted against the handcuffs but there was no give. He wasn't going to get his hands free. He struggled against the bindings that held his ankles. All he could accomplish was to lift his butt off the bed a few inches. It did not seem to improve his position at all. He was tied in a way that left his manhood very exposed. At least she said it wasn't going to be cut off. But Sy was right, there were other ways to emasculate someone. And, the someone was him. How had he gotten himself into this?

He looked over at the beautiful, naked young woman who now seemed as scary as she was sexy. She stood sipping her wine. Her ass cheeks faced him at about his eye level, proud round globes swelling prettily from well muscled thighs. He could not help wondering how her ass would feel under his hand or, more likely in his present predicament, pressed against his face. He didn't want to think about that, but he couldn't help himself. Hadn't Math threatened he would kiss her ass? And not just on the cheek, either. The crack of the ass that faced him suddenly took on an ominous dimension. He looked away. But that only made him think of how it looked when she had knelt over him with her ass descending toward his face. She had leaned forward so it was her pussy that covered his mouth but it wouldn't be hard for her to lean the other way and there wasn't anything he could do about it if she did. It was a disgusting idea. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to get his mind off of it. He looked at his captor once again, trying to keep his attentions above her waist. Her thick light brown hair was in a ponytail, banded at the top of her neck, curving between her shoulderblades. Her back and shoulders had a swimmer's muscularity or he imagined maybe she did light weighlifting. A breast just peeked out in front of her arm. The nipple pointed slightly upward. It was obviously erect. She was obviously aroused by this situation. She took another sip of wine, savoring it, then turned and looked happily into his eyes.

"You've been enjoying the view!" she enthused. "As I've mentioned I find it so flattering when you guys can't keep your eyes off me, but you do have to admit it's naughty to ogle a girl that way. Yes, my breasts are pretty and my ass is cute and my pussy is so very very inviting. I have pretty good legs and my face is pretty attractive too, I think, especially my lips when I put on a little pout." She demonstrated,, then stepped back to her position between his legs, her expression becoming stern. "But who gave you permission to stare? I didn't hear you ask for permission." She pressed the tip of the riding crop against his cheek.

"OK, sorry!" he exclaimed, alarmed at her sudden mood shift. "I didn't mean to offend you. Before I thought you said you liked guys staring at your breasts."

"But you were looking because you like it. Which, by your male reasoning, gives you a free pass to ogle me whenever you want. Because, you, being male, my body exists soley for your enjoyment., right?"

"No, not solely for my enjoyment, but you're very pretty. I can't help enjoying it when I look at you," the male tried to explain. "I don't understand what's wrong with that."

"No, you don't. Right now, you still don't understand the whole idea of female domination and male submission. Your first impulse when you meet a pretty girl like me is to exploit the situation for your enjoyment. A submissive's first impulse would be to wonder how he could put himself at her disposal. A submissive would worry whether he was giving her signals that encouraged her to assume the dominant role and feel free to take her pleasure with him. I've given you several clues about what I'm looking for. We've had a rather thorough discussion of my attitudes toward male submission and emasculation. Rather than focusing on your own enjoyment, you should have tought about what I want, and you would have lowered your eyes to my feet to show you acknowledge my dominant position. I don't think that's too hard to figure out."

"But I'm not a submissive. I don't know what you expect."

"And you didn't ask, either. And no, you're not a submissive."

"Right. That's what I've been saying. I'm not a submissive. It would be better for everyone if you admitted Math had made a mistake about this and you let me go. I don't mean to criticize Math. Anyone can make a mistake. Maybe I seemed like a submissive to her. Okay, so maybe this whole things my fault at least partly. If you let me go I'll forget the whole thing. Chalk it up to experience. Okay?"

"Are you finished?" Her tone dripped acid.

"Yes. Just let me go."

"You interrupted me. I was saying, you're not a submissive -- yet. But you're excellent material. No doubt about it. Mathie selected you, for one. And Mathie knows her submissive males. She certainly knows lots more about the whole subject of male submission than you do. Mathie's one of our best experts on male submission, actually. She's picked out dozens of submissives and our success rate in training Mathie chosen guys is something like 98%. I've been trying to learn from her, and I'm getting pretty good at this too, by the way. Frankly, your submissive side is totally obvious. Don't try to deny this, please. You're the one who's been avoiding this subject for years. Well, you aren't going to avoid it any longer" She smiled and used her thumb and one finger to apply a sharp pinch to his cock.

"Ow!" cried John. "Look, Sy. This has gone way too far. Way past my limits. Kinky games are one thing. You're taking this way past kinky. It's .. it's just mean. I'll do what you say, okay? Do you want me to kiss your feet or give you oral sex? I'll do it. I''ll keep it up as long as you like. What else do you want from me?"

"I told you what I want. I want a nice, submissive attitude from you. I want you feeling nice and emasculated. I want truly subservient. I want eager to please. No holding back. I want you to not only act submissive but to feel submissive and be submissive."

"Okay. I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

"You're only saying that because you're a little bit afraid of me. When you've learned to be really scared, you'll mean it." She slashed the whip across the inside of his thigh, using a short wristy stroke.

"Oh shit, that really hurt."

"Don't be such a whiner. We're just barely getting started. Try to show a little bit of manliness, okay? Stoicism, stiff upper lip, you know what I'm talking about." She slashed the inside of his thighs, alternating sides.

"Ow! Shit! No more! Ow, that really hurts, Stop it! Please?"

"What a crybaby. How unmanly! Yes there's your dick. But that's the only manly thing about you, if you ask me." Mercilessly she whipped the soft skin of his inner thighs. She was strong and adept at wristy little swings that landed with considerable force. The stripes multiplied and crisscrossed.

"No more! Don't! Noooo!" cried the male captive, writhing desperately away from the bite of the crop. His struggles only made things worse. As Sy swung the crop toward the top of his thigh, he twisted so the blow landed instead on his shaft, right above his balls. "Ohhh!" he howled. "Oh my god," he wimpered.

"Well that was very silly of you," observed Sy. "I wasn't even aiming for your dick, either. You twisted right into that one. Interesting. You don't need to invite attention to your dick, John. Just be patient. Your dick will be getting plenty of attention as your training moves forward."

"Fuck you. I'm not inviting anything. I can't help struggling when hit me with that thing, especially not on my thighs where you're hitting me. Please, just stop it."

"Well, if you really can't help it you should have said something earlier. You don't have much self control, it's true. Let's see ... okay, this should keep you in position." Sy retrieved a long strap from a cabinet that she passed under the bed and over his belly. Putting one foot on the bed for leverage, she pulled hard on the strap until it was very tight. Now his middle was pinned tightly to the bed. Then she used the wall switch to shorten the bindings holding his ankles, until his legs were stretched so tautly he couldn't move them at all. He moaned when she picked the crop up again.

"Please, no more. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please. Oh please," he begged.

"You're only saying that to get out of more whipping," she replied. "But you don't get to choose whether you get whipped or not. I do. I choose how much whipping and what kind. You can't do anything about it. You're the one being trained here. Let me be totally frank with you, John. You're about to get a whipping that you'll remember for a long time. A whipping that will help you see submission is your best option. No, your only option."

Sy caught her lower lip between her teeth, and concentrating hard, placed the shaft of the crop very near the junction of his thighs, knowing that this was the very most sensitive territory on the leg. She drew the crop back over her shoulder very carefully.

"No! Nooooo!!" he wailed.

She placed the next several strokes high up on his thighs, alternating from one to the other. Putting her shoulder behind the swings she made them much harder. The effect was sensational! The helpless male lost all semblance of control. He screeched and grunted. He begged and pleaded with her to stop. He told her he'd do anything she wanted and the terrified look on his face confirmed it. It wasn't long before he became totally incoherent. Unable to move anything below his waist except his feet, he twisted his upper body frantically in a mindless effort to wriggle free from restraint. Of course it accomplished nothing except to entertain his pretty tormenter. She watched with interest the reactions her cruelty evoked.