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Chapter five: let start
"Have you finished," demanded Bella brusquely as she returned to the room with a large hold all in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other.
"Yes Bella. All my clothes are on the fire."
"No they're not, your dolt. What about those you're wearing? I'll give you three minutes to shuck down and get them burnt as well." Bella's manner was uncompromising, and a decidedly hurtful and commanding edge to her voice had developed. It began to dawn on Edward that the next couple of months might not turn out to be quite the working holiday he had hoped for.
Within three minutes, Edward was crouching by the fire in his boxers, poking his discarded clothing into the dwindling flames.
"And the boxers," ordered Bella.
Edward hooked his fingers into the elastic and slowly lowered the last vestige of his decency. With a defiant gesture, he tossed them onto the fire. He had, of course, not been unclothed in front of her before, and it somewhat concerned him that the body, of which he was reasonably proud, might not be so appreciated by someone like Bella. Perhaps she really did hate men; perhaps she even had lesbian tendencies. At 30, Edward retained the body of a man 10 years younger: square shouldered, broad in the chest, and with a waist showing only slight signs of a paunch developing. His legs and arms were proportionate and strong. Perhaps his face was too youthful looking, too smooth and beardless. With very short crew-cut hair, he had always considered himself rather plain, uninteresting, and not rugged enough. But his lack of facial hair was well compensated by plentiful chest hair and a mass of hair between his legs where his genitals hid amongst the bushiness, disguising their somewhat oversized proportions.
"Stand up," commanded Bella, "hands on your back and keep still."
Shocked by the peremptory command, Edward stood and with slow obedience put his hands on his back.
My body is good enough for you, he said to himself. Look as much as you wish...Bella.
Bella looked at him with clinical indifference, walked around him, prodded his backside with her sharp fingernails and ran her hand over his stomach, causing him to flinch under her touch.
Bella moved her hand down between his legs. Instinctively he pulled away slightly.
"I said do not move while I examine you," she warned again, emphasizing the first words
"Now keep still. Can't you understand an instruction when you hear one, Edward?" she hissed at him.
"Sorry, Bella," his voice wavered, "it's just that I…."
"Be quiet! Spare me your drivelling excuses and do as I tell you. Stand with your legs apart."
He moved his legs slightly apart with increasing nervousness as to what she intended to do to his delicate parts. Like all males, Bella naturally dreaded being roughly handled in that area. The feminine touch was fine in bed, but standing so vulnerably naked! Surely there was a limit!
"Wider," she hissed. "That's more like it. Now stay still."
With both hands, she reached into his groin, her eyes staring into his, daring movement. She was holding his dick, rolling it in her hand and feeling it carefully.
"Are you Jewish?" she asked without looking down.
"No agnostic." Edward's brow furrowed a little.
"When were you cut then?" Bella questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Pardon?"
"Cut - circumcised?"
"I don't know, Bella. It's always been like that," answered Edward, feeling most uncomfortable at her touch and her line of questioning.
"Stupid! It was not always like that. Someone cut off your foreskin at some juncture; they disfigure your cock, just like they mutilate women in some countries to reduce sexual pleasure."
"I assure you, Bella, sex for me is still very pleasurable," Edward quipped.
"I expect it was a case of phimosis or paraphimosis," suggested Bella.
"What are they?"
"Men are so ignorant about their bodies, aren't they, Edward?" continued Bella, sounding exasperated.
"I bet you know more about the female body than you do your own, don't you?" She did not wait for a reply.
"Phimosis is a deformation of the foreskin. It cannot retract properly, therefore has to be removed."
"Yes, if you say so," replied Edward, eager to leave the subject and halt the distressing interrogation of his private bits.
"I suppose you're proud of these," she sneered, cradling his testes while continuing to slowly stroke his responsive penis.
"The crown jewels of your maleness, eh?" she suggested, looking down dismissively.
"Well, listen carefully. I am now in charge of you, all of you. I don't mind a cock around the house, but only if I am totally in charge of it. You can expect no sexual release here unless I specifically order it, and that will depend on your performance and obedience to orders. You should see it as the ultimate concession, a concession that will have to be earned - so don't expect it. I believe men should suffer for their cockiness and all their advantages in life, and denying you any form of cock release will be a powerful reminder of my control over you and your inferior status in my house. From today, you will not be permitted to touch yourself down here under any circumstances. Only in the presence of a female will you be allowed to touch yourself, and even then only when given permission to do so. If you circumvent this rule, I shall find a chastity device for your sexual bits and restrain them permanently."
To emphasize her final sentence, Bella released his partial arousal and gripped his scrotal sac, squeezing hard with both hands.
Bella watched his face as it turned into a pain-ridden grimace. His mouth opened and he let out an agonised 'Urgh!'
At the least, she congratulated herself and satisfied with her action; Edward had remained pretty still as ordered.
As Edward stood with his legs still parted, unable to ease the pain with his hands as he would have wished, realisation of his situation was dawning - very painfully.
Edward was thinking "just about everything." but he replied, "What about sex?"
"I mean, will you and I have sex during this time?"
"Yes, of course, but you will not touch me with your manhood until I am sure that you have not have in diseases. I will have you to help service me if the need arises, so you will not be obsolete."
Bella flicked the intercom on her desk in her room. "Jessica, come in here. Bring the Lady Shave and the hair clippers, oh, and a size 16 maids dress; one of the nice frilly ones."
Jessica knocked and entered.
She unzipped the grip bag and began to rummage among the contents. A selection of bras, pants, teddies, stockings and suspender belts were scattered over the leather desktop as Bella carefully chose the items she needed to begin the transformation of the arrogant male, into Edward the obedient male for every girl dreams. Bella liked to humiliate men's and break them so Edward was her challenge.
Edward had always viewed women as being there for the pleasure of men. It seemed that the tables were turned in this household. Here, he was to be their plaything.