Dominating Mr. Bonoparte: A Subbie with a Nubbie
I recently had a call with a sub that I have dubbed Mr. Bonoparte for this sake of this post. He refers to his lesser half, that is to say, his “manhood” (and I use that term loosely) as Napoleon. The reasoning behind this is as obvious as it sounds since it, just like Napoleon Bonaparte (the French wannabe-dominator) is a little dick-tator with big ambitions, so is the size of this submissive’s cock. How apropos! Course it should be noted Napolean was in fact not short by the average height standards of his time.
After a nice chat I discovered many things about this clever and entertaining pet; He is into cuckoldry voyeurism and is a devoted foot fetishist. He introduced me to https://www.thevisualiser.net/ as well as https://www.random.org/ as a means to control and tease his cute toothpick of a dick. The one thing he wasn’t running short on was comedic timing.
I must give him credit since he certainly did manage to make me laugh and not just merely from his lack of cock but from his comical character that had me giggling incessantly for the duration of our call. What a rarified distinction. “Orgasm is the laughter of the soul” they say so at least he pleased and satisfied me in that regard. 😉
I was so impressed with Mr. Bonoparte that I let him cum during our phone call however there was a catch (isn’t there always) *smirk* self-imposed chastity of a longer duration. His amusing emails went from this:
The masturbation ban that you imposed on me has me going absolutely nuts.
I’m reveling in my pain and have been in control of my domain. I have not come, all in your honor. I am so proud of myself. I enjoy my pain.
If my celibacy results in an eyelash more of pleasure for you, then my sacrifice will not have been in vain.
Here it is, Friday night: 9 days post our phone sex and I am finally free from your masturbation prohibition. But, I decided that I’m not going to masturbate to a pleasurable conclusion. Earlier today, my desire–which had been super hot since our phone sex began to dissipate! That pounding wave of sexual desire that had intensified for over 8 days began to recede! Now, I know that desire will return, and return with a vengeance, but that’s not my concern right now. I’ll worry about it when that inevitable wave pounds again. I think what’s happening to me is the work of an angel. Not any angel, but a very special angel that you may be fond of, an angel by the name of “Virtue”: the male chastity angel! (Picture a cherub wearing a CB-6000S 😉
Another thing happened. I read your blog “Why does the Caged Cock Sing?” Mr. S has been in your male chastity program for 6 weeks and he plans to hold out for 2 more weeks. And the green eyed monster of jealousy welled up in me! Why should Mr. S get so much of your wonderful attention! I am very competitive and not to be denied (unless, of course, it is related your control of my orgasms). Game on, Mr. S. (You should hold a competition as to which of your gaggle of pets can remain chaste longest for you.)
I’m so frazzled and thrown off kilter by not being able to be my masturbatory self, I have been a bit intemperate. Yesterday, when this chick (about your age) cut in front of me at the grocery line, I shot her a dirty look and shook my head from side to side and protested loudly, “C’mon!” Big mistake on my part. It must have been a bad day for her, too. She s-l-o-w-l-y turned around, looked me up and down, and in front of about 3 women (as luck would have it), in a stage whisper and with a hand up to the corner of her mouth, says, “My, my, my, it seems that somebody around here hasn’t masturbated in awhile!” She then turned to the cashier and announced in a clear and measured voice, “Excuse me, could you please cash him (pointing) out? It appears that he must get home to his masturbatorium as soon as possible!” A woman next to me, about 50 years old and attractive, let out a belly laugh but then immediately looked sheepishly at me an said, “I’m sorry.” She tried to compose herself but was unable to stifle her snickering. As her fit continued, it became contagious. I was frozen in place, cursing myself for over reacting and simultaneously mortified by what was happening. Then, the manager–female of course–appeared and, with a wide smile, asked what was so funny. That started yet another round of giggles. I couldn’t take the embarrassment any more and–red faced–left. As I crossed the store door, I heard some very loud (female) laughter.
I live for the catch 😀
It shows even when allowed, she’s still in full control.
The catch is delicious isn’t it? 😉
A perfect post on cock control with a little peepster, he is well named too, Mr Bonaparte…ha! Big ego little dick. It always seems to be the case. The snip about the grocery store cracked me up. I was trying to imagine what I would say if I were the girl. Perhaps get on my cell phone and call you Miss Fiona, telling you I think we have a new “victim” to train! Love this post!
lol Yes! I have it on good authority that your post turned on our little friend greatly heehee 😉
Ha! That is a fantastic nickname. It sounds like Mr. Bonopart was properly frustrated during his masturbation ban, Ms. Fiona! I love when subbies desperately vie for the attention of their Mistress. It’s amazing what they’ll do to make us laugh or smile. Friendly (or should I say horny?) competition between slaves is a good thing!
I agree, it makes so amusing entertainment for sure. 😀
That was too funny! I wonder if Mr. Bonopart has a big truck with big wheels to compensate for his short comings?;) Seems like you have his tiny nub on a bit of a leash Ms. Fiona; there may not be a whole lot to attach it to but at least you’ll have him well trained!
LOL Yes! Every time I see a guy driving a big honking SUV or souped up pick-up I think the same thing 😀
OMG!!! I am joining the chorus of women’s laughter at Mr. Bonaparte’s sassy little grumpy spell. So, subbie with a nubbie, did you make it home to your masturbatorium and take care of business? 😉
I hope you taught him a lesson for wagging his mouth at what is obviously another dominant woman like yourself. Sometimes these little subbies forget they give off a scent to dominant women. We ALWAYS know what they are; it is impossible to hide from us!
Oh Piper – I’m not the subject of this blog but the thought of you laughing at my manhood – er, um, I guess it would be your manhood, just literally sent chills down my spine.
Oh yes Mistress Piper! The subbie scent radiates so distinctly! 😉
Oooh fun! Mistress Piper, me and Alice -That could be very exciting indeed. :0)
Yes, that would make a hot fun humiliating CFNM call… standing up on a pedestal and ordered to stroke while the two of you laugh and comment on its rather small size…