The Unconventional Madwoman of the Attic: Section III

Crazy Maggie By Luckycat Chapter Seven The endless cycle of pressure, vibration and release was driving me close to madness. I watched the clock, seeing the minutes drag by as each round made the torment intensify. I jerked unconsciously, clenching then loosening my sphincter muscles. The strong vibrations seemed to travel through every part of me. Yet despite this strange experience, my penis stayed firm and throbbing, showing no signs of softening. The pain in my knees started up, but I discovered that by lifting one knee at a time just slightly off the bench—about an inch—I could shift them left or right, which helped ease the ache. I wondered how long Maggie had been lying there exactly as she was before I arrived to set her free. More importantly, what were her plans for keeping me here? Mostly, my thoughts kept returning to Maggie. She is certainly a peculiar woman. Even though she offered assistance, I questioned whether this ‘treatment’ would actually work. Right now it felt more like punishment than cure. But there was one thing she got right: if I hadn’t been bound tightly to the bench with no way out, I’d have bolted! It also seemed that she enjoyed my helplessness immensely, as if it excited her sexually. And for someone medically trained, I found her use of words like ‘cock’ and ‘balls’ quite odd and lacking in professionalism. I started to suspect I had been tricked by some twisted madwoman. * The clock showed 11:30 when Maggie finally came back into the attic. I’d been on the bench for nearly two hours, while she was gone for forty-five minutes instead of the promised thirty. I desperately wanted her to switch off the massager. Instead, she reached out and ran her fingertips along my penis from top to bottom. She gave it a gentle squeeze to check its firmness. Her soft touch combined with the repeating vibrations was wonderfully maddening. “You’re still incredibly hard!” she said. “How are you holding up?” Despite feeling betrayed by being left alone so long, I smiled. “Better now that you’ve returned.” Maggie stood up and took her notebook from the desk. Sitting in her chair, she began writing down lots of notes. “Aren’t you going to turn this darn thing off?” Her eyes glanced up at me. “No.” I was starting to sweat; my chest and abdomen were slick with perspiration. “But you promised to take it out after half an hour.” “Did I? I believe what I said was that I’d be back in a half hour.” “It’s been almost an hour,” I protested. “Tough luck,” she replied. “Maggie, please!” “I’ll remove it when I feel like it. And if you don’t stop talking, I might just decide to leave it on all afternoon.” She looked up. “And if you doubt me, try me!” That shut me up. * Another twenty long minutes passed before she finally put her notes aside and returned to sit beside me. She switched off the massager, and immediately I felt the pressure inside ease slowly. She took it out carefully, wiped it with a damp washcloth, and set it down. The relief was incredible. “How did you like my little toy?” Maggie asked. “I hated it!” I said angrily. “Well, you couldn’t have hated it too much.” She squeezed my penis again and ran a finger along its length. “How did it feel?” “Like a hundred wasps buzzing inside me, trying to escape! Maggie smiled. “That’s the spirit, huh?” “I only hope all that torture actually did some good for me. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Maggie stood up. As I watched, she casually slipped off her scrubs and tossed them to the floor. Naked, she sat on the carpet in front of me and pushed one bare foot between my trapped wrists. “Since you’re not going anywhere, mind if I stay like this?” she said. She didn’t need to ask twice. My fingers immediately began rubbing her beautiful foot. Maggie sighed with pleasure. “I’ve been dreaming about the way you touch my feet for three days.” I smiled. “Is this part of my treatment? She smiled back. “Partly. Since it seems your feet really turn me on, I intend to use them as a weapon to keep you rock hard. “Some weapon,” I said, staring down at the foot. “But you mentioned partly; what’s the other part?” “My own pleasure, of course. You aren’t the only one with a foot-fetish around here, you know.” While continuing to stroke her foot, I raised my head and looked at her critically. “Maggie, since we’re being honest, could you tell me something? “Maybe.” “I’ve never understood how women feel about sex. You know, what really turns them on. Maggie gave a small shrug. “It depends on the woman, I suppose. I can only speak for myself: having my feet touched is an incredible turn-on for me. I nodded. “Me too.” “So I’ve noticed,” Maggie winked with one dark eye. “What else? What other things get you going? Maggie frowned at me, but she was smiling underneath. “Why do you ask? Are you planning something sneaky? I laughed shortly. “As if I can do anything while locked to this bench. “That’s right; you’re trapped and I can do whatever I want with you. You may be my patient, but don’t forget you’re also my prisoner.” I looked up at her. “Well, what do you think? “What?” “I think that being in control is another big turn-on for you. Maggie roughly pulled her foot away from my fingers. For a moment I feared I had annoyed her, but she replaced it with the other one for me to rub. “Of course it’s a turn-on. I’m dominant by nature. That’s why I chose this profession; I enjoy having complete control over men.” “Sexual control,” I added. Maggie snorted. “What other kind of control is there? All women exert sexual control over their partners. I’m just a bit more honest about it. “But not all men like being controlled.” “You do,” Maggie retorted. I watched my fingers explore her perfect foot. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true. “Well, right now you’d be wise to behave if you were me. I looked up. “Why is that? “Because thanks to you, I haven’t had a release in the last two days, and this foot rub is starting to really get to me.” I smirked. “Then why don’t you just pull your foot away then? “Because I love being horny. I love how your fingers feel, and I love seeing you trapped and submissive to my will. “Well…” “Well what? “Then why don’t you…you know…” “Masturbate?” “Yes.” Maggie laughed loudly. “Right now? Right here where you can watch me? “Sure, why not?” I said, winking at her. Maggie pulled her foot away to give my forehead a gentle kick with it. Then she squeezed my nose with her long toes. Putting the foot back down, she said, “You’d love that wouldn’t you? “Actually, I think I’d find it very interesting. I’ve never seen a woman do that before.” Maggie shook her head. “Well, just forget it buster. I let out a sigh. “And keep your head down! If I see it pop up again I’ll use a belt to* keep *it down!” “Yes mam,” I said, grinning from ear to ear. Maggie suddenly became serious. “So…now that we’ve cleared the impurities in your prostate, we need to flush them out.” I stared at her perfect foot, watching my thumbs move beneath the soft sole. As she spoke, her long toes moved continuously. I pushed my face deeper into the padded supports, letting them lightly brush against my lips. “The cleansing operation has two parts; you’re going to love the second part.” “And what about the first?” I asked, wondering how Maggie would react if I tried licking her toes with my tongue. “I’m afraid that one might not be quite so enjoyable for you.” I looked up and saw Maggie pulling a latex glove onto her right hand. Tugging it tight into place, she wiggled her index finger suggestively and grinned down at me wickedly. “No,” I breathed. “I’m afraid so,” Maggie said, withdrawing her foot. * Maggie mounted me to sit

I was lying on my back with Maggie’s feet near me. Her long legs pressed against mine, and the soles of her feet rested by my hands; I could see them but couldn’t reach them.

“What do you know about prostate massage?” she asked.

“Isn’t that what you just did with that torture wand?”

“No. That was to simply break up the impurities, now we need to remove them. And for that, the old way’s still the best.”

Maggie’s right index finger slid into me and squirmed its way deeply inside. I gasped through my clenched teeth as her finger found its mark and began to press rhythmically.

“You’re very swollen,” she said. “It’s a very good thing that you decided to let me help you before this got much worse.”

Although the presence of her finger so deeply inside me was alien and uncomfortable, I also found it to be strangely compelling and extremely erotic. In my entire life, no woman, not even Nora, had ever done something this personal and intimate to me.

Not having much choice in the matter, I tried to relax. I had tightly clenched my fingers and toes as Maggie had entered me, but now I made an effort to calm myself and began to breathe with a relaxed slow rhythm.

I looked in the mirror to see myself helpless with Maggie sitting comfortably on my back. Her slender figure was amazing, her posture perfect. Her body was feather-light on top of me, her skin cool and soft.

I smiled down at the soles of her bare feet that were so temptingly just out of my reach, and wondered if Maggie had placed them there intentionally, knowing the powerful effect it would have on me.

Of course she had.

Everything Maggie did seemed to have a purpose, but I couldn’t decide if her actions were really a part of my treatment, or to satisfy her own perverse sexual desires.

Maybe they were both.

I watched in the mirror as she reached for a small wide glass with markings along its sides. It disappeared out of sight behind me and I briefly felt its rim touch the head of my penis.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“It’s a graduate. I’ve placed it under your cock to catch what comes out so that I can measure it.”

My brow furrowed. “You mean when I ejaculate?”

Maggie snorted. “No…I mean when I milk you.”

“Milk me?” I said, confused.

“Of course. What did you think I was doing?”

“Besides making me really horny, I have no idea.”

“Well, don’t even think about trying to get off, you can’t…remember?”

Maggie was right on course. I was very hard and more than ready to come, but I knew that in this position it would be impossible.

I groaned in frustration. “Maggie, please, I can’t take this!”

“Yeah? Too bad.* Suffer*!”

The finger continued to rhythmically push and release.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“I told you, to cleanse your prostate.”

Although I couldn’t see Maggie’s face, I was fairly certain that she was smiling.

“Besides, it’s fun to watch your toes wiggle.”

I began to feel an uncomfortable tightness in my groin, and then a warmth that slowly descended downwards. It was almost like when I first begin to urinate, only much stronger. I could actually feel my seminal fluid as it traveled slowly down along the length of my penis.

“Shit!” I gasped.

The constant pulsing of her finger continued steadily for the next ten minutes. Suddenly, I felt wetness at the tip on my penis as the first drop of fluid came out. My sphincter muscles surrounding her finger tightened and relaxed involuntarily, trying to expel more.

“There we go,” Maggie said. “Good boy.” She rewarded me by running a finger of her left hand along my hard shaft.

The feeling was absolutely maddening. I wanted to come desperately…violently, but was forced to endure the slow steady drip of my own bodily fluids, fluids that should have been expelled in only seconds. I stared numbly at the clock as the milking continued without interruption for the next twenty minutes.

Mercifully, at last Maggie finally withdrew her finger from my body and pulled off the latex glove.

Removing herself from my back, she walked to her desk and made some quick notes. When she returned she got down on her hands and knees and stared at my penis.

“It’s amazing,” she remarked. “With your balls squeezed so tightly, once the milking process has begun, it will continue on its own for quite a while. You still have a nice steady drip going.”

“So I’ve noticed,” I said sarcastically.

“Well just consider yourself lucky that I didn’t wrap your cock in ice before I milked you.”

“Ice?” I said in horror, staring at her face in the mirror.

Maggie nodded. “The process is a little faster if your cock is limp, but we’re in no hurry, and you might find ice rather…uncomfortable.”

“Could you maybe hurry the process along a little bit, maybe use your hand?”

Maggie sniffed indignantly. “What do I think she am, a hooker?”

I lowered my head onto the padded supports. “I’m not exactly sure just what you are Maggie, except that you’re a little nuts!”

Maggie smiled.

“And probably a sadist as well,” I added.

“Probably,” she agreed.

“What’s the good in curing my prostate problem if the treatment sends me to the loony bin? Can’t you do something to help me?”

“You men are all so damned impatient!” She blew out a breath. “Fine! Then maybe this will speed things up.”

I felt Maggie’s fingertips as they began to lightly stoke the soles of my feet. Instantly, the end of my penis began to throb.

“Oh my God!” I breathed softly.

“I’m glad that you told me about your foot fetish, it certainly makes things a lot easier,” she added. “And a lot more fun too.”

Her touch was soft and gentle and my need was desperate. I was wild with the desire to come.

Staring into the mirror, I watched as Maggie stretched out on her stomach to get comfortable. She bent her legs and waggled her perfect feet above her hips. I stared at her soles and my passion became even greater. I thought that my penis was going to burst. Hard and tight, it throbbed rhythmically, each time releasing one tiny drip into the glass.

I stared into the small mirror, helpless to do anything but watch her fingers as they moved across my soles.

“You should just see your cock,” Maggie said. “It’s actually blue.”

The sweet torment continued for another quarter hour. At last Maggie removed the graduate and carried it to her desk. Placing a drop onto a glass slide, she focused the lens of her microscope and examined it carefully.

“Good news,” she said without looking up.

“Oh?” I said.

“You’re just full of nasty junk, mostly fatty deposits. But nothing really bad, no sign of cancer cells, extremely high sperm count.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good…right?”

With her eye was still pressed to the scope she said, “Very.”

“Did you say that I have a high sperm count?”

“Unusually high. I’m quite surprised that your wife never became pregnant.”

“She never wanted children, we were very careful.”

Maggie turned and caught my eye. “Still, I’m very surprised.”

My penis was rigid and continued to pulsate painfully.

“So what do we do now Maggie? This position is very tight.”

“I know,” she winked. “But I need to completely purge you. I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable; too bad, get used to it!”

This was bad news.

“But I thought that the treatment was finished?”

She laughed derisively. “Hardly. But I think that you’re going to enjoy the next part.”

Maggie placed the graduate back underneath my engorged penis. Then, reaching to the low table she removed a large battery-operated vibrator. Catching my eye in the mirror, she smiled as she switched it on; a soft purr sounded.

“Fun time,” she said.

Holding the palm of her hand against my penis to steady it, she touched the vibrator against the bottom and pressed it tightly.

I had never used a vibrator before in my life, and never knew how intensely wonderful it could be. The waves of pleasure I felt were incredible…undeniable. In only seconds I came violently and explosively. It was the first time in months that I had ejaculated, and the relief I felt was enormous.

“Good boy!” Maggie said. “Y

“You liked that didn’t you?” “Oh my God!” Was all I could say. She kept the vibrator in place for a few moments longer, moving it slowly up and down. It had the effect of keeping me erect, but soon became very uncomfortable. I turned my head and gave Maggie a pained look. “Enough!” I said, “You can stop now, I think I’m done.” She shook her head. “I’ll tell you when you’re done.” Having no choice in the matter, I gritted my teeth as the vibrations continued for several more minutes as extreme bliss quickly turned to become incredible torment. Maggie turned off the vibrator and gave me a curious look in the mirror. “Strange isn’t it, how something so pleasurable one moment, can suddenly turn to become pure torture?” I glared back. “That’s what it was all right; pure torture!” Maggie narrowed her eyes; her finger poised on the switch. “Care for a little more?” “No thank you!” To my immense relief Maggie set the vibrator aside. Taking the graduate, she swirled the contents and held it to her eyes. “About twenty cc’s, including the milking I gave you first.” She glanced at me reproachfully. “I’m sure that you can much better than this.” “Excuse me?” I said. “Now don’t get offended. You haven’t been having sex often enough to build up any significant amount of sperm. The more frequently you get off, the more your body will produce.” “Like working a muscle.” I suggested. “Supply and demand.” “Exactly. With regular treatments, in a few weeks I’ll have those balls of yours so tight and full that you’ll have to buy bigger shorts.” Maggie set the graduate aside and used a finger to gently poke at my tightly squeezed testicles; as though she were testing a cake. “You’re still not done.” She said matter-of-factly. “I’ll let you have a half-hour to rest, then we’ll go again.” “Maggie!” I said, struggling futilely against the bench. “Are you thirsty?” She asked. “Maggie, I really don’t think that I can…” “I asked you…are you thirsty?” I blew out a breath and nodded. “Yes.” “Wait right here and don’t move.” She winked at me. * Maggie pulled on her scrubs and went downstairs. She returned a few minutes later carrying a large glass of juice with a straw. “Drink all of this.” She commanded, and placed the glass between my trapped wrists. “Spill so much as one drop on my new carpet and you’ll get the massager again.” I took a long sip. “I’ll be quite careful, I’ve had enough of your torture for one day!” Maggie stroked my back soothingly, occasionally gently tugging on the leather strap around my waist. I studied her face in the mirror; it had become pensive and serious. “What?” I asked. “You know?” She said. “If I hadn’t made the decision to help men with their physiological problems, I could have made a fortune from the military.” I stopped drinking and glanced up. “The military?” Maggie nodded. “Over the years, I’ve not only found out what pleases a man, but also things that he can’t stand having done to him.” “Like the way you kept that vibrator going after I came?” “Yes, but there are other things that are far worse.” “Such as what?” I asked. “Electrical torture?” Maggie shook her head dismissively. “No, that’s simply inflicting pain. Hardened criminals expect that sort of thing. No, what they have no defense against are the needs of their own bodies.” I stared blankly. “A man’s need for sexual release is an overpowering law of nature. Think about it, sexuality is the underlying cause for most violent acts in society. “Maybe.” I said somewhat skeptically, and sipped my juice. “Oh absolutely!” Maggie asserted. “Everything in life is about sex, and fulfilling our need to have sex, it’s the basic fundamental law of survival.” “Maybe, so?” “So, if I ever decided to used your own desires against you, it would only be a matter of minutes until you’d be dying to tell me anything I wanted to know.” “Really?” I said doubtingly. “And just how would you do that?” “Oh there are many techniques.” Maggie said, warming to her subject. “For instance?” “Well, there’s one I call ‘the brush’ that’s especially effective. It can drive a man almost to the point of insanity.” “The brush?” I repeated. “That sounds rather sinister.” Maggie grinned. “If you’d like, I could give you a little demonstration.” “Ah, no thanks, I’ll just take your word for it.” “Oh but I insist! I’d really value your opinion.” “Wait! Don’t I have any choice?” “No, I’m afraid you don’t.” I swallowed heavily. “But first your body needs some time for your endocrine system to recover from your first orgasm. The brush is much more effective when your cock is rock-hard.” “Sorry Maggie,” I said. “But I really don’t think that’s going to happen. After I’ve had sex, it usually takes me a day or two before I have the urge again.” Maggie shook her head. “That’s only a matter of conditioned response and habit. Men are quite capable of having multiple orgasms.” “Maybe, but my response is usually to just fall asleep.” “Know why? Because after you come, your brain releases powerful endorphins including, norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nitric oxide, and especially the hormone prolactin that makes you really sleepy.” My jaw dropped at this display of pharmaceutical knowledge. Normally, Maggie’s speech was clipped and precise, and she possessed an impressive vocabulary. I found it very odd that although she knew the correct terms for the parts of a man’s body, she chose to use common vulgar slang like ‘cock’ and ‘balls’ instead. Maybe she was just speaking down to me. But I didn’t think so. I suspected that she simply liked the sound of crude words, that it aroused her. “Why does it happen? Falling asleep I mean.” “Science isn’t exactly sure, it might be for the protection of the woman, or possibly to allow time for her body to relax so that insemination can occur.” I considered this for a moment. “But in this instance,” Maggie said. “It doesn’t really matter, I doubt if you could fall asleep on the bench.” My body sagged against the bench top; my eyelids had become heavy. “Wanna bet?” I said. Suddenly she snapped her fingers. “I know! I just thought of the perfect thing to help keep you wide awake and your mind focused.” I was afraid to ask. “What?” “Let’s experiment to see just how ticklish your feet are!” Before I could say anything to stop her, Maggie moved to lie out of sight at the end of the bench. I could only see her elbows and her bare feet as she waggled them in the air. A second later I felt the light touch of her fingernails as she drew slowly down along my soles. I threw my head up and let out a piercing shriek. Her fingers stopped at the tip of my big toes, only to begin again at the top of my heels and then slowly descend. I screamed again and tried uselessly to move my feet. But with my ankles locked in the stock and my big toes pulled tightly down, I could do nothing but wait for the torture to end. It didn’t. Maggie worked my feet slowly and systematically. I began to laugh hysterically, begging and pleading with her to stop. “Getting sleepy?” She asked. “I’m wide-awake thank you!” I said. “Please stop Maggie!” She completely ignored my entireties as she continued to explore every part of my feet with her fingers. Occasionally she would raise one hand to squeeze my penis, as though testing its hardness. “You’re extremely ticklish.” She remarked. “What, do you think so?” I said sarcastically. “And the tickle torture is making you nice and horny as well. Interesting.” Maggie remarked. “What’s so damned interesting?” I said, breathing hard. “It must be a combination of the bondage and your foot fetish.” She said. “I think that we’ll need to explore this further.” Maggie reached for the vibrator and switched it on. “So soon?” I asked nervously. She met my worried stare in the mirror and shook her head. “Not quite yet. I’m going to show you something that I think you’ll find rather very interesting; a little-fun-to help pass the time.” Maggie pointed to the hard plastic head of the vibr

ator, which was round and tapered to a blunt tip at one end. She brushed that point with a slender finger.

“Ready?”

Then Maggie took turns pinning each of my toes with her finger while applying the vibrator right to their tips.

The sensation was indescribable, like an electric jolt. A loud buzzing filled the room as the device beat against my nails.

I opened my mouth wide to scream, but no sound came out. My eyes widened as my mind frantically searched for a way to escape the torture. I clenched my fists tightly, fingernails digging into palms until it hurt.

I pleaded with Maggie to stop, but she only shook her head and smiled while working on each toenail in turn.

Held firmly down by the o-ring, the torment inflicted on my big toes was the worst of all.

Finally, just as I thought I would lose my mind, Maggie stopped.

“Oh my God!” I whispered, panting and gasping for air.

With her hair sticking up wildly, giving her a punk-rock queen appearance, Maggie asked, “Well? How’d you like it?”

“Shit!” I replied.

“A rather interesting little torture, don’t you think? It seemed to really hold your attention.”

“My full attention!”

“The nerve endings in your toenails are unusual because their sensitivity never fades. In fact, the torment gets progressively worse the longer it’s applied. You were lucky that you decided to be so open about your sexuality with me; otherwise, I could have easily made you tell me anything my little heart desired!”

“Lucky,” I said.

Maggie held up the vibrator and snapped it back on.

“Are you sure that you’ve told me everything?”

My eyes widened in horror. “I’ve told you everything Maggie, I swear! Please don’t use that thing on me any more!”

“Are you sure? No more little fetishes or fantasies you’d care to share with me?”

“I’m quite sure!”

Maggie nodded and switched the vibrator off. “Very well then, but if I find out that you’re lying to me…”

“No! Honest, I’ve told you everything!”

Maggie looked at the vibrator thoughtfully. “Of course it would be just as effective on a woman too. I’ve tried doing it to myself.” She made a sour face. “But knowing that you can stop it whenever you want rather spoils all the fun.”

“Fun?” I said, aghast.

“Maybe sometime I’ll let you put me on the bench so I can see how it feels.”

In the mirror’s reflection, I saw that my face was covered in sweat and tears ran down my cheeks.

“How about right now?” I said in an icy tone.

“What? And spoil your treatment just when you’re beginning to make progress? Besides, I have something else to show you.”

“What?” I asked nervously. “Show me what?”

“The brush,” she said. “But let’s stiffen you up a bit first.

Continuing with one hand lightly rubbing the soles of my feet, Maggie moved her other hand to my penis and gently stroked it with her fingertips; it quickly became a hard, tight shaft.

I sighed with pleasure, taking pride in having responded so quickly to her touch again.

She stepped away briefly to return holding a brush, like the one I use to shine shoes. She moved it out of sight beneath the back of the bench.

I felt the bristles touch the very end of my penis at the slit. She pulled it slowly across me with lightest pressure.

I honestly believed that I would go mad.

Nothing she could have said prepared me for the feel of those soft bristles. It was terrible and wonderful simultaneously.

No part of a man’s body is more receptive to touch than his penis, and none more so than the very tip. Despite its erotic feel, it tickled incredibly.

“Stop!” I screamed frantically.

“Why? We’re just getting started.”

“Maggie! Please!”

Maggie smiled. “Sure there isn’t anything that you’d care to tell me about? Some deep, dark secret maybe?”

“Maggie, I’ll tell you anything you want to know! Just stop!”

“What? Giving up so soon?”

“Yes!”

“I’m really disappointed in you.”

“Too bad!”

“Well, since that I already know all your little secrets, I guess that you don’t have much to bargain with.”

The brush continued its relentless movement; I thrashed atop the bench wildly, trying to evade the merciless torture.

“Most parts of the body become desensitized under constant stimuli,” Maggie said in a detached, scientific voice. “But that’s not true of the head of a man’s cock; it becomes more sensitive the more it’s touched.”

I lay writhing, gasping for breath, almost unable to speak.

“It would be very interesting to see how you would respond to a prolonged session with the brush, say…an hour or two.”

My heart froze. I couldn’t even imagine another ten seconds of this terrible torture, let alone hours.

Maggie sighed. “But I suppose that it will have to wait for another time. I hope you’re not too disappointed?”

“Stop Maggie!” I begged. “Please stop!”

The torture stopped.

Maggie replaced the brush with the vibrator. Moments later I was made to ejaculate for the second time, my orgasm being even more intense and longer than the first.

“Much, much better,” Maggie said, inspecting the graduate.

I was glad that she was pleased with the progress of this insane treatment, but despite the wonderful relief and pleasure I had felt, I desperately hoped that this would now mark an end to it.

But I was sadly mistaken.

After carefully measuring and recording the amount of seminal fluid and sperm that I had once more been forced expel, Maggie apparently wished to explore yet another variation in my treatment.

Taking a black spandex hood from the table, she held it out for me to see. But before I could utter a single word of protest, she had pulled tightly over my head.

“Let’s see how you do with a little sensory deprivation. I’m going to walk down to the market and get a few things I need. While I’m gone, I want you focus your thoughts solely on your cock and balls. Try to think of nothing else.”

“Maggie listen, there’s absolutely no way that I…”

“Of course you can,” she said. “So far your response to the treatment has been absolutely amazing. I’m proud of you, and very impressed! What’s-her-name is going to have a very happy life.”

“Nora,” I said, feeling the tight hood surrounding my head as I stared into total blackness.

“You just lie here and relax where you won’t be unnecessarily distracted by visual input. I won’t be gone very long.” She added, “I’m sorry that I don’t have any earplugs for you to wear, but the attic’s as quiet as a tomb.”

“Fine!” I said, having very little choice in the matter.

“If that cock of yours isn’t straight and hard when I get back, you can look forward to a full hour of ‘the brush!’” I could hear the smile in Maggie’s voice.

My heart froze.

Despite the blackness, I shut my eyes tightly, and after feeling a gentle tickle to the soles of my feet, I heard the attic door close.

Having absolutely no choice in the matter, I tried to make the best of the situation and do as Maggie had instructed.

Chapter Eight Unable to see, my world soon became very small. I became increasingly aware of my tightly confined position, and although not terribly painful, it was wonderfully frustrating to be so helpless.

My knees were my only real source of discomfort, and I lifted and moved them almost continually. I writhed slowly atop the bench, raising and lowering my hips in a futile attempt to relieve the constant tight pressure on my testicles.

But the steady pumping motion only served to excite me. The knowledge that no matter how hard I might try that ejaculating would be impossible drove my arousal all the more.

I soon fell into a rhythmic, repetitious movement of raising and lowering my hips as I tightly clenched my fingers and toes. It was like trying to masturbate with absolutely no chance of succeeding. * The constant movement of my body didn’t even stop when I felt Maggie’s cool fingers run along the length of my penis.

She gave a little laugh. “Apparently, you like wearing

“that hood.” “Maggie!” I cried out, desperate. “I think I’m ready!” “Yeah? Well so am I. Watching you work that body of yours is almost more than a woman can bear.” I kept thrusting and squirming while Maggie stepped back for a moment. Then I felt her nude weight settle across my back as she faced toward my feet. A soft purr sounded, and I sensed a pleasant vibration at the nape of my neck. Confused for just a second, I suddenly realized what was happening; Maggie had inserted a vibrator inside herself. As she writhed slowly on top of me, her long fingers began to gently stroke the soles of my feet. My passion and desperate need to climax built into a frenzy. I spoke to her as calmly as possible, begging and pleading for her to let me finish. But she stayed silent, moaning softly as her body continued its thrusting motion. This went on for several minutes until another soft purr sounded. A moment later, the large vibrator touched my hard penis tip lightly held against it. Just before I could erupt, she suddenly pulled it away. I screamed in protest, only to be met with a bone-jarring sensation as the vibrator cruelly pressed against the tip of one of my toenails. Like before, Maggie began working each toe with the device. This time, however, she alternated between my toenails and my penis, bringing me maddeningly close to orgasm every time, only stopping at the last possible second, then moving back to resume the torture on my nails. I was nearing madness when I felt Maggie’s body stiffen. Her legs and arms suddenly squeezed me with incredible strength. She must have dropped the vibrator because both her hands moved to tightly clench the soles of my feet. With her breasts pressed against the small of my back and her chin pushed deep into the crack between my buttocks, Maggie groaned in pleasure as her orgasm hit full force. The soft vibrations against my neck continued while she lay quietly for a bit, panting heavily. Then very slowly, she released the pressure from her legs and arms. “Fuck!” Maggie gasped. Knowing that Maggie had used my body against my will to please herself only made my need to come even more frantic and desperate. But she knew this too. “Jealous are we?” She teased. “Want your turn now?” “Please, Maggie! Please!” My orgasm was absolutely incredible. Never in my life had I known such unbelievable erotic pleasure. That instant of pure bliss just before a man ejaculates seemed to stretch on forever. I was coming, yet couldn’t come fully. Maggie sensed this and worked me even harder, pressing the vibrator tighter while simultaneously lightly stroking the soles of my feet. I raised my head and arched my spine; saliva ran from my mouth, soaking the inside of the hood and making it hard to breathe. I opened my mouth wide to scream, but nothing came out except a long moan of pleasure. After what felt like an eternity of unending pure lust and mind-numbing bliss, I finally came. My ejaculation surged in long deep spurts; my penis throbbed as it tried to expel every single gram of seed. At last, I lay panting and gasping for air inside the damp hood. Maggie lifted her body off mine. Pulling the hood roughly from my head, she sat watching me in the mirror with a curious smile on her lips. “You’re pissed off, aren’t you?” She said. My breathing was beginning to return to normal. I let out a long breath. “What made you do that?” I asked. “It was just part of your treatment.” “What?” I said, completely astounded. “I needed you to be as horny as possible. If you knew I was as excited as you were, it would relieve your guilt and allow you to relax more deeply so that you could cleanse your prostate better.” I shook my head in disbelief. “Bullshit, Maggie! Don’t try to tell me that you had an orgasm just to help me come.” Her smile widened. “Well, to be perfectly honest, the situation was just too hard to resist. Your body is way too tempting, and I’m only human, you know.” I laid my head back down onto the supports and shook it from side to side. “You are absolutely nuts, Maggie. Do you know that?” “Possibly,” Maggie said with a laugh. “But in a few days, you’re going to have a sexual vitality that you haven’t known for years. Then tell me just how crazy I am.” Strangely, I began to laugh as well. “Ready to get out?” She asked. * Maggie slipped into her scrubs while I lay on my stomach on the carpet beside the bench, stretching my limbs slowly and carefully. Although I had been her prisoner for more than three hours, I was surprised at how quickly my body recovered from the cramped position. I was about to stand when she said, “Here,” and threw a pair of scrubs into my lap. “Wear those as much as possible when you’re around the house by yourself. No tight shorts or pants until your body recovers.” Uncertain, I held the scrubs out and looked at them. “They’ll fit fine,” Maggie said. “I stole them from the clinic.” “Stole them?” I asked. “In the future, wear them when you come over. It will make things much easier.” “In the future?” I asked sarcastically. “You actually think that I’m going to come back and let you put me through all that torture again?” Maggie nodded matter-of-factly. “Of course.” “And just why would you assume that?” Maggie’s dark eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Why? Because your treatment has only just begun; we have many weeks ahead of us before your prostate is healthy again.” She added with a tight smile, “Besides, you loved every single second of it!” Chapter Ten That afternoon I sat at my computer finalizing an important project for an offshore oil company. As I worked, my hands repeatedly moved between my legs to touch my genitals. My penis was soft and flaccid; my testicles very small and shrunken. Maggie had explained that this was normal, and that in a few days, my body would return to the way it was. From the first days of early adolescence, my mind has always been preoccupied with thoughts of sex. Only after having sex with a woman is that constant, powerful need temporarily quenched. Now that my body had been completely drained of that need, I found myself able to really relax and concentrate on my job. I felt some degree of guilt for experiencing such mind-numbing pleasure at the hands of another woman. But mentally, I justified my actions by telling myself that in the long run, it would only serve to enhance my marriage to Nora. Oddly, I felt almost no anger toward Maggie for pleasuring herself with my body and virtually raping me while I lay helpless on the bench. If she were to be believed—and I had no reason to doubt her—her action served only to prove that like a man, a woman is capable of performing a desperate act to satisfy her need for sexual satisfaction. But in all my life, Maggie was the only woman who had ever truly displayed that need. In my present condition, my desire to have sex was totally absent. I wondered if it would ever return, and I didn’t really care. The events of the morning now seemed like a bad comedy, and I was amazed that I had been driven to such depths of desperation by a simple biological need. That night I sat watching television, exhausted and half asleep in my chair when Nora came home. She showered and went directly to bed. The next morning she left for work earlier than usual. She seemed unusually remote and preoccupied with something. Dressed in the scrubs Maggie had given me, I spent the entire afternoon and evening finalizing my project. When Nora finally arrived home at nine, she stuck her head into the room to say goodnight. Strangely, she didn’t even seem to notice my odd apparel. Chapter Eleven Despite some nagging doubts about the efficacy of my treatment, I followed through with Maggie’s instructions and religiously adhered to the strict food regiment she had insisted upon. T

The diet was quite low in fat and rich in protein, featuring a lot of fruits I hadn’t tried before, with avocados taking center stage. A major plus from the treatment and eating plan was that I could pee just like a child again—it felt completely wonderful.

By day two, my testicles had pretty much returned to their normal size, and my libido started kicking in strong once more. By day three, the urge became so intense that I actually woke Nora up from her deep sleep for sex. Her reaction? She got out of bed and retreated downstairs to the sofa to try getting some rest. She looked a bit irritated and put off by my romantic advances. * On the morning of the fourth day, I sat on Maggie’s side porch stoop, anxiously waiting for her return. When she showed up, she gave me a bemused smile and raised an eyebrow. “So soon?” she asked. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again until at least next week. Impressive.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say back, so I just stared nervously down at my shoes. Maggie winked one dark eye. “Maybe it’s better if you come inside.”

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“Crazy Maggie” will be concluded in Part 4