Chains of Ideals (Pale Enchantress X Greg MD)
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				Title: <strong>Chains of Ideals (Pale Enchantress X Greg MD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 03:36:19</strong>
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				(It feels odd for me to open with a sexual scene, but here we go)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Lady Lucinda Devereux gazed over her practically adult son's naked body. As they had been every night for the past several years his hands were cuffed to his bedpost. His mother insisted that heavy activity in sports gave pent up sexual frustration an acceptable outlet. While it didn't seem to cool the fire in his loins it did give him a rather impressive physique. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Lucinda toyed with the young mans excited organs. She always warned him about the dire consequences of masturbation and especially ejaculation. According to her warnings a male climaxing outside of a marriage bed would lead to loss of a portion of his soul, she always made a point that as his mother she would be able to tell if such a thing had happened. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Look at this" she said with a disappointed face. "You can't even prevent your own arousal at minor stimulation. Your urge to partake of such sin lets me know that I'm doing the right thing here"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; His older sister Carmilla tilted her head to the side and sneered. "Most men are just as disgusting if not worst. It is no wonder we have not found one worthy of marring" While other girls her age rushed to get married off to anyone properly set Carmilla was an blond haired beauty from a idolized household. The proposals from the most eligible men all over the country that poured in showed no sign of slowing down. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Carmilla mocked "You are an embarrassment to your mother and I! Do you even have anything to say for yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 00:55:10</strong>
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				Phillip lay helpless, arms and legs restrained by simple rope threaded haphazardly through various holes in the head and foot boards of his large bed. Despite the sweat pouring from his brow, the way his body shivered and convulsed beneath the feather like touches and harsh squeezes of mother's agile fingers, and the agonizing pressure building up within the extremities dangling between his spread legs which increased with each expert movement of his mother's hands, he remained there passively, flat on his back. With his thick muscle riddled forearms, abdomen and thighs he could easily have tensed and broken the stronghold the flimsy ropes had over him but he did not even attempt it.<br><br>It hadn't always been that way though. He used to fight visciously against mother during this ritual of her holding him down with chains and fondling his privates while sister and sometimes other girls spectated as he squirmed and thrashed. He long since gave up trying to resist. His appathy was owed to the unfailing dedication and training from mother and the other women in their family. Some time ago--though Philip couldn't remember how many months had passed anymore--his father had disappeared, whether dead or living elsewhere apparently noone knew for sure. Since the old man had been gone things had changed. Mother immediately began pushing him in his academics and physical activities at school with warnings that since he was the only remaining male in the household it was his duty to do well at university and earn a living steady enough to support her affluent habits and lifestyle.<br><br>Phillip was a bright, fit young man however, and being pushed recreationally and mentally soon became the least of his worries. His older sister Carmilla caught him pleasuring himself in the woods not far from their lavish home one evening and upon his arrival back to the property, his head already hung low in shame at having been caught by his own sister and her girl friends spying on him, he was met with a swift, open-fisted blow to the face from Lucinda followed by ranting and raving about how God frowned on such disgusting behavior. Carmilla, it turned out, had falsely reported that it was Phillip who had been peeping and exposed himself to the older girls. Seeing as he lived in a house of primarily women his objections were scarcely listened to. The reprimand continued with warnings about how it was strictly a wife's responsibility to relieve her husband in such ways and it was sinful for men to engage in the act of self masturbation. He was told that as a result of pleasing himself in this way, he risked losing his soul to Hell.<br><br>Following her yelling and cursing mother had then proceeded to force Phillip over her lap and drop his trousers to his ankles while he fought hard against her, knowing full well Carmilla and her friends were peeking from around the corner snickering at the sight of his bare bottom being whacked. When it was all over and Phillip just <em>knew </em> that it couldn't get any worse mother then informed him not only was he forbidden to touch himself in such a manner ever again, but that she swore she would see to it he was never alone long enough to be able to ever again til the day he was married, at which point it would be his wife's task. The frightened 16 year old boy soon learned at what lengths his cruel mother was willing to go to in order to keep her promise. She and her sisters, as well as Carmilla had spread the news around their quiet little religious town that Phillip was a serial peeping tom and they urged that it was now up to the entire town to see to it his sinful actions be corrected.<br><br>This correction, Phillip soon discovered, consisted of constant supervision. To and from between the school yard and home, while he was out and about enjoying time with neighboring boys, any other time he normally would have expected to be alone or at least without supervision, he was followed by someone under the influence of mother and at times there were more than one of them. What's worse is that each time he was followed, the overseer was always female or accompanied by at least one, and they weren't always adults either. Other female students soon acquired a desire to help in rehabilitating the poor perverted boy. At first it seemed to Phillip as just an annoying charade to scare him into obeying mother's warnings but to his horror there was no escape from his watchers. It wasn't long before the other boys began avoiding him and finally altogether failed to include him in any of their outings. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months brought him to this very day. Even in the most personal of times when Phillip had assumed privacy would be granted, for instance the wash room or when he bathed, there was some woman looking over his shoulder to assure his hands didn't linger for too long.<br><br>Of course Carmilla also took part in the unusual punishment as well, often with a great deal of joy which she never attempted to conceal even in the slightest. Phillip was forced to sleep in the same bed as mother or one of his aunts or Carmilla, hs hands bound beneath a piece of cloth with rope so he had absolutely no way of secretly toying with himself. When questions of ethics or Biblical morality arose from townspeople and holy men, they were easily shot down by the quick tongued Lucinda who was well versed in Scripture and had no trouble justifying her actions.<br><br>So here Phillip found him, for what seemed like the thousandth evening in a row, beneath mother's firm grasp while she and his sister, both of whom were very gorgsous women, taunted, teased and tortured his naked body terrifying him into permenant arousal yet never pushing him over the edge. He honestly couldn't recall the last time he had reached full peak. For all these months he'd been in a state of sexual longing and mother promised to never grant him the release he begged for endlessly so long as he lived within her walls. Her goal, she had explained each time, was not to punish Phillip but to protect him. She claimed her actions were out of love and the hope that he would remain a true man in the Lord's eyes, with his entire soul intact on the day he married into a new family. It was evident her plan was to mentally block Phillip from being able to reach climax by associating sensual feelings with thoughts of her and Carmilla, as well as with the warnings she'd offered him over the years about sexual pleasure. <br><br>So far her plan was working. Phillip found himself unable to feel bodily pleasure from his mother's caresses, but instead felt only shame, humiliation and pure agony when he had a sexual thought. His body however, told a different story and he was displaying all the signs of male arousal. His long buldging member stood straight directly up from his groin into the air several inches, appearing to almost glow bright red from the pent up pressure. His scrotum had increased in size noticeably through the months of stimulation and lack of relief, the two orbs within them had grown obscenely large.<br><br>Presently Carmilla spoke to him, but he was unable to bring his eyes to meet hers, for the shame was too much to bear. She asked him the same questions over each night about how he couldn't control himself or about how he was an embarrassment to his family's good name among the community, about how both the men in his family had proven to be failures. He had pleaded and argued with her many times, often ending with Phillip being reduced to tears, but as of late, he had nothing left to say in response so simply said nothing anymore. His chisled nude body jerked uncontrollably, his breathing was labored as mother continued to stroke him. Oh how he wish he <em>had</em> been spying on Carmilla and her friends as they skinny dipped, as he'd been accused of doing all those months before. Perhaps then today he would have a pleasureable sexual experience to escape to, yet he had nothing, as his eyes had never beheld bare female flesh in their lifetime. He loathed his sister and mother for he knew they were both experienced in that regard, having slept with many men, sometimes even the boys Phillip knew from school. Yet he was left to suffer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:10:15</strong>
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				Lady Lucinda's expert hands brought the boy to the very edge of climax and held him there making a point by saying "Some people have been suggesting that you are unworthy to carry on the Devereux and that I could save myself a lot of work and put a quick and brutal end to all this. While they have a point you must know I love you and would never hurt you like that. I will keep dedicated to your safety and future happiness even if it takes every minute of my day" Lucinda seemed on the verge of tears.<br><br>"Oh Phillip why do you put those who love you through all this..." She released her son's loins and pulled out her kerchief to dry her eyes. She left the room quietly putting great effort to look strong and keep her head up. Of course this left Phillip alone with Carmilla. <br><br>Carmilla walked to the bed slowly and mocked Phillip "I can't see this ever ending you know. After all what woman would subject herself to marrying a complete weakling like you." Carmilla laughed at his predicament openly. If his mothers tongue had exposed his humiliation to the minds of all the families then Carmilla's made him the laughing stock of any young woman who might ever have liked him.<br><br><br>She took off her robe which left only her sheer nightgown. It was only light enough to insinuate what she had, not to show it in even vague detail. She got in bed next to him. 'It's so hot in here tonight.....I think I will sleep with the covers off" she wrapped one arm around him and closed her eyes. The large mansion was of course freezing. Even Carmilla who never seemed to be bothered by cold temperatures knew this. His cock was still engorged as he realized that he would be completely spread eagle and exposed to the drafty air. Carmilla had decided it was too hot for blankets.....<br><br>The morning seemed to take forever to arrive. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Ideals (Pale Enchantress X Greg MD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 10:25:56</strong>
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				<em>[The reference to slavery in the following post is not meant to offend. For those who don't know, the scenes in this thread are set in the 1840's United States]</em><br><br><br>Lucinda's words stung Phillip as they had every night before this one. He had been so broken down to the point that he fully believed every word she uttered about him to be true. He did feel now as if he really was a disgrace to the Devereux name and by some fault of his own had brought such strange treatment upon himself. The manner in which she left him was by now all to familiar---still fully erect, stark naked as a jaybird and at the mercy of his horrid sister Carmilla. Though he was never allowed to reach the breaking point, at times the smallest bit of seed could be seen spilling from his bulging tip down his length. Carmilla often teasingly allowed a single finger to glide along the dripping streak, then slowly sucked it with her lips, sometimes making a demeaning face or rude comment.<br><br>He dare not fight back when she insulted him this time. He recalled more than once before when he had broken free right at this point and attacked her. She screamed and it was mere seconds before mother had returned to her aide. The following day Phillip had suffered the degrading circumstances. He was paraded, still nude, out to the gates of the Devereux property and flogged over mother's knee by one of their male slaves for passerby to see til his bottom was bright red and began to peel. When confronted with objections from townsfolk angry at the sight of a wealthy male being beaten by a lowly slave, Lucinda simply offered the fresh deep scratch marks upon Carmilla's face and the dried blood beneath Phillip's fingernails as ample proof such extreme action was warranted, though rather than a random desperate attack she flaunted it as an attempted rape of his own flesh and blood, further reinforcing in reluctant minds that Phillip was indeed a dirty boy, deserving of correction.<br><br>It was not unusual for Lucinda to leave the responsibility of unbounding his hands and feet to her daughter Carmilla who would then apply rope and cloth to his hands for the night so he could sleep mildly comfortable without being able to to touch himself. However, Phillip was greatly distressed to learn he was expected to sleep still restrained with no covers. The cold air contracted his skin, and while it did reduce the fiery pains in his groin, it also had the unwelcomed result of shrinking his manhood to less than its normal length--much less. Phillip spent the next several hours shivering, his once proud standinc cock now retreated within wrinkled folds of skin, his sensitive nipples doing quite the opposite appearing as if they were ready to cut glass. The warmth from Carmilla's lightly dressed, petite body provided the only comfort he could expect that night. He wriggled every once in a while during the early part of the night, hoping beyond hope the silky skin of his sister's arm might brush against his blood filled meat and the slightest contact might enable him the release he so longed for. Whenever he felt her nearing him, she would move her arm further away while she slept peacefully, although sometimes he thought he could hear a soft giggle escape her, as if she was fooling with him, aware of his efforts and turning it into a game. Sleep finally claimed him though and he lay still til stirring early the next morning, shifting his sore, raw, rubbed ankles and wrists in the off chance they'd find a restful position as he awoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Ideals (Pale Enchantress X Greg MD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 03:00:27</strong>
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				It was morning and Carmilla was already fully dressed when she started uniting Philip. He had to wonder what she was awake in the morning for. Even more odd she wasn't openly irate. Still her words were just insults disguised as concern.<br><br>"Now now sleepy head wake up. You better get dressed quickly if you intend to get some breakfast before school. We went to bed at a very reasonable time so you have no excuse to be late" she said undoing the last of the ropes that bound Philip to the bed. <br><br>"Barnsworth brought your clothes in here already" she said showing Philip with her eyes the outfit layed out for him. Barnsworth was the Butler and helped Lucinda take care of the house. While anyone that met the young Latin man would have doubts that any part of his name could have ever Barnsworth no one ever said anything aloud. Though he wore his hair long he was well groomed and perfectly mannered in front of others.&nbsp; Lucinda even managed to make her choice of employing him into another moral victory. She had made it clear that "though traditions have their place" Barnsworth was a shining example of how gainful employment can be true salvation for an underprivileged youth with the right ideals. <br><br>Phillip had seen enough of Barnsworth being gainfully employed by the ladies of the household. Carmilla was especially fond of making a point of showing Philip her fondness for other men. Lucinda was different with her company, often it would seem that neither her nor her lovers even noticed Philip was in the room. Lucy the 3rd and final Deveraux female was Phillip's twin. She was rather shy and did not participate very actively with philips forced chastity. <br><br>In fact Lucy and philip had been very close when they were younger. He treated her more like a idolized older niece then the usual hair pulling that transpired between other boys with sisters their own age. Lucy took much after Lucinda in appearance. The beautiful auburn hair and small waist of her mothers were her birthright. The past few years had torn Philip and Lucy apart. Carmilla was especially prone to tell Lucy every embarrassing thing Philip did that did not please her. The fear and disgust that sometimes showed in Lucy's eyes was an even more potent weapon for Carmilla then the cruel jibes she would incite Philips peers into using against him. still for all carmilla's propaganda Lucy's absence from the nightly embarrassments gave Philip some hope that not all was lost. <br><br>"Well are you going to get ready?" Carmilla demanded. The clothes this time at least were normal. There had been times Carmilla gave him things that were almost an embarrassment to wear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chains of Ideals (Pale Enchantress X Greg MD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 21:41:14</strong>
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				<em>Barnsworth</em>.<br><br>Philip snorted, turning his lips in disgust everytime the servant was even mentioned. Philip had many times watched Barnsworth receive special attention from Carmilla, who was not the least bit shy about being affectionate with other men in front of her tortured brother. She'd especially taken a liking to blindfolding and gagging Philip in bed beside her, hands and feet of course bound, while she made love to other men---and women if the mood suited her. It often made the lovers very uncomfortable to have Philip naked next to them while they were pleasured by Carmilla but she quickly put them at ease. She loved being verbal during her sessions, speaking sinfully to whomever was beneath or above her, as well as openly taunting Philip, even reachng over to give his extended self a playful squeeze.<br><br>Back to Barnsworth though, the Latin American muscle bound older boy didn't condone at all what his mistresses put Philip through, even feeling sorry for the lad, but he was paid handsomely enough and pampered so well by all the ladies within the household that he kept his mouth shut when it came to their strange ways, never daring to speak out of place. Barnsworth was the exception though. Not in the sense of refraining from speaking out against his mistresses, but in pitying Phillip. Most of the other men that were brought in to share beds with the women paid little to no attention to Philip unless it was to jeer him.<br><br>Pilip was ever so glad to see that once again he was to wear normal clothing. Carmilla had been known to jokingly put out much more feminine garb for Philip to wear, and if he objected was told he didn't have to wear it and could simply head to school nude. Mother thankfully though, only rarely let Philip leave the mansion dressed in his sister's clothes. She would lightly scold Carmilla and order Philip to change, however not before getting in a good laugh.<br><br>He began the routine of getting dressed, his ankles and wrists sore from having been tied up all night. Carmilla watched Philip walk toward his clothing, hands obediently at his sides. He knew better than to touch himself by now, having had his palms branded slightly whenever he'd worked up the courage to try. <br><br>He reached first for the brass belt and plate he was to put on beneath his pants. It curved around his groin, preventing him from easily reaching into his pants when no one was looking, and it also served well to prevent him from getting an erection. When adjusted correctly it would cause severe pain if he grew within it. Through the months it tought him against his will to control erections. There was one key, which Carmilla had been entrusted with by mother. She handed it off whenever someone new supervised Philip in case he needed to tend to necessary bodily functions.<br><br>There was one time the key had gone missing. Carmilla, mother, and the rest of the family as well as servants and slaves turned the mansion upside down, Philip feeling very uncomfortable all the while, resulting in a horribly humiliating 'accident' in front of everryone. Finally Carmilla suddenly paused while walking down a hallway, reached into her dress and produced the key, exclaiming, "Heavens me I just realized it was with me all this time!"<br><br>Philip closed the belt, locking it around his waist, feeling the cold against his sensitive skin, then pulled on his brown pants and white shirt, ready to begin the day. In the hall on the way to breakfast Philip crossed paths with his other sister, Lucy. She offered him a brief smile which he returned. She was the only member of the family Philip still felt any love for, as she didn't take part in his unusual treatment, at least not willingly. Carmilla often relayed events of each preceeding night to Lucy, and Philip could only watch with saddened eyes as the expressions upon Lucy's face would change. He could tell the respect and love she once had for him was slowly dwindling. This did much to help reduce his will to disobey mother. Lucy was much more kind and loving than the rest of the females in the mansion. She did take lovers once in a blue moon, but never did care to flaunt it in poor Philip's face.<br><br>The brother and sister's in the dining hall where their mother and her sister's, most of whom were just as creative as his mother in their treatment of Philip, were already seated, being waited on by Barnsworth, the maidens, and slaves. The three children took their seats and proceeded to eat.
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