La Crucifems, Part 6

My memories of the hour following our entrance into the preparation room are hazy, due to my state of extreme anticipation and lust. More than anything else, I wanted to be crucified by my wife and the ten other members of La Crucifems. Even with the cock sheath in place, and my dick drawn down and back between my legs, my erection was painfully large.

As Chrissy and I walked into the room, Bill said that Joanna would be joining us soon with final instructions. He then closed the door as he left.

Chrissy instructed me to remove my clothing and hang it on some wooden pegs that had been mounted to one of the walls. I did so quickly, and as soon as my undershorts were gone, she looked at my swollen dick and smiled. "You're always ready for me, aren't you lover?"

I could only nod my head and think of how much I loved this woman, and how I would do anything she asked of me. The thought popped into my head with no warning, "And that includes cutting it off if she wants to." As soon as I realized what I was thinking, my mind could think of nothing else, and continued to follow the loop of, "Do I really mean that? Yes. Do I really mean that? Yes."

Chrissy must have seen that I was distracted, because she said, "Still with me, sweetheart?" I said that I'd always be with her, and had been "just thinking about what's going to happen later."

"Try not to let your fantasies run away with you. I don't want you cumming too soon." I assured her that I wouldn't climax until she told me to, and she smiled, saying, "Cum training is one thing the club stresses. You're getting there, but sometimes you still shoot off without my permission. We'll have to work on that after you recover from this session."

Just then, Joanna walked into the room. "Well, I see that you're getting him ready. Now get the sheath off his little dingus, and get him up on the examining table so I can see if he's in any shape to 'play' tonight."

Chrissy laughed, saying, "There's no question at all that he's ready for it. It's been all I could do lately to keep him from nailing his own dick to the car, then letting me tow him around town." That brought uproarious laughter from both women, and conjured up even more erotic images in my fevered imagination.

My wife had been keeping the keys to my chastity belt and chain on a small necklace around her neck. She now removed the necklace and used the keys to unlock the three padlocks that held the sheath in place. My cock was by now so swollen with my lust that the part of the shaft not fully within the leather sleeve looked to be easily twice the diameter of the other part. Because of this, Chrissy had difficulty peeling the sheath off my dick. As she struggled with it, Joanna said with a smile, "Maybe we should just skip all the preliminaries and just cut it off now."

Chrissy also smiled, then said, "No, not just yet. I want to enjoy torturing this little thing for as long as possible." I again had cause to worry about what was going to be done to me this night, but even the fear of being cockless didn't nothing to reduce the size of my raging hard on.

The sheath was finally removed, and Chrissy told me to lie down on the examining table so Joanna could have a look at me. I did so, and the doctor began inspecting the condition of my genitals in a professional manner. I couldn't help but recall what my wife had told me that this woman had done to her husband, and rather than cooling my passion, it only increased it. I noticed that a large drop of pre-cum was now glistening on the tip of my penis.

"Apparently my examination is turning him on. What a pervert the little bastard is. How do you put up with him?", Joanna asked.

"It's hard sometime, but we manage", my wife said. That produced the biggest laugh so far.

As she completed the examination, the doctor said, "I see that there's still some pubic hair in the area that was covered by the sheath. You'll need to get rid of that. Other than that, I see nothing that would prevent giving him the full treatment tonight."

She continued, "I'm sure that Gloria has told you about how the members will vote at the conclusion on November's meeting, and choose the man they would most like to see appear at the New Year's Eve session. She may not have told you the basis of the selection, so I'll do so now."

"First, he must have a decent size penis. We don't want to waste our time with a pencil dick. I don't care that some people say 'size doesn't matter'. Around here it does. It's a lot more fun to torture a big cock than something that looks like it belongs to a little boy. I have to say, without benefit of the tape, that your husband would seem to meet the first requirement."

"Second, he must come willingly. There's nothing more disgusting than having some man come for torture, then start whining and begging to be released as soon as we start on him. Based on what you and Gloria have told me, I would guess that he qualifies on that score."

"Third, he must be able to accept extreme levels of pain and still maintain his erection. Quite simply, it's no fun to torture a limp noodle. After viewing the tape that was made of his second session in Gloria's basement, I would give my unqualified stamp of approval on that matter. Gloria said that he's a pain pig, and I think she's 100% correct."

I could tell that my wife was very pleased by what Joanna had said. She asked Joanna, "You think that he'll be invited to come back again on New Year's Eve, then?"

"I can only say that based on my guess as to his dimensions, and from what Gloria and the tapes have told me, he's the clear winner so far. The decision rests on his performance tonight, and, of course, what the next six 'contestants' do at their respective sessions. We may have someone in here next month who has a cock two feet long, and who begs to have it cooked and eaten while he watches. Then that fellow would probably win." Again the women laughed, and then Joanna said, "I'm going to go greet the other guests now. Get him bathed and shaved, and Gloria will come fetch you when the time comes." She then left the room.

Again my wife said, "You've made me proud again, lover. Like I said, this session tonight will be easier than your last one, so I expect you to breeze right through it. Just don't you dare to cum until I tell you to, understand?" I nodded my head, and secretly vowed that I'd die before disappointing her. I knew that she wanted very much to bring me back for the final meeting of the year, and I would do everything in my power to see that it happened.

Chrissy led me to the adjoining bathroom and told me to start filling the tub. As I adjusted the faucet and started the water running, she took a safety razor and a can of shave cream from a drawer in the bathroom cabinet.

When the tub had sufficient water in it, I stepped in and sat down. I picked up a bar of soap and started to wash myself when she said, "No sweetie, I'll do it for you this time. It's the least that I can do to repay you for the enjoyment you're going to give me in a short time from now."

She began to lather my body, and then rinsed me with the water. When she told me to stand, I did so, and she thoroughly washed my ass and then started on my cock and balls. "Now don't you dare cum. Hear me?" I told her that I could control it, and indeed the gentle ministrations of her soft hands really did nothing to arouse me. Six months ago, I would have been in Heaven if she had touched my genitals in this manner, but now it was true that I needed more rough and painful stimulations to get hot. She completed my bath, and I sat down in the water to be rinsed.

After I stepped out of the tub, Chrissy dried me with a towel. When finished, she told me to sit on the countertop of the cabinet, lean back against the wall, and put my feet on the edge of the top with my legs spread. I assumed this awkward position, and she applied the shave cream to the areas of my crotch that still had pubic hair.

As she began to shave me, I mused about her doing so with an old-fashioned straight razor. I had visions of her making a few quick slashes with the razor and then holding my cock and balls free in her hand and saying, "Oops!"

"Penny for your thoughts, lover", came her voice. I snapped back to reality, and tried to cover my distraction by saying, "Oh, nothing really. Just daydreaming."

She said, "We've been married long enough that I think I can read your mind pretty well. Were you thinking about something involving a straight razor, maybe?"

I was completely dumbfounded that she could know so well the subject of my fantasies. I nodded my head to confirm her guess, and she said, "The reason I guessed that is that I was thinking the same thing at the same time. I guess we're just two peas in a pod, aren't we? Of course, in this case, you're the one with the 'peas'."

Then she became more serious. "Do you remember that I told you once that I wouldn't cut it off as long as you could get it hard for me?" I said that I did. "That's still the case, but there's one other thing. If you ever ask me to cut it off, I'll do it for you. Do you understand?" Again I said that I did, although I couldn't imagine ever making such a request.

"Just remember, if ever at any time the pain becomes more than you can bear, just ask me to cut it off and I'll do it for you."

I looked at my wife standing there, and could see that she was very serious. I was inconceivable to me that I would ever have so much pain in my cock and balls that I'd want them removed. Little did I know then just how much pain it was possible to feel.

After Chrissy had wiped away the remaining shave cream, and dried my crotch, she helped me off the countertop and led me back to the preparation room. She opened a drawer beneath the examining table and removed two pieces of cord. Each was about four feet long and had a slip knot tied in one end. They were very similar to the cords that had been used to separate and stretch my balls during the two previous sessions.

"I know you don't need these, but it's all part of the ceremony", she said. She then placed one of the cords behind the head of my cock, and the other around my ball sack. Both slip knots were then drawn tight and she took the free ends and led me to the door by which we had entered.

We stood by the door for a few minutes, each lost in our own thoughts. Soon it opened and Gloria stepped in. "Good. You're all ready to go. They'll be ready for us in about five minutes. Any trouble with him?"

Chrissy replied, "The only problem with him is holding him back so he doesn't break a leg running for the torture rack." She and Gloria laughed, and then the latter woman asked, "Did you tell him that Marissa is one of the members, and will be here tonight?"

My jaw must have dropped a foot. The only woman I knew named Marissa was the Principal of the high school where I teach. Surely it couldn't be her. I had always thought of her as the old-maid type, even thought she was only about five years older than I. Chrissy and Gloria both laughed at the expression on my face, and my wife said, "Yes. It's 'that' Marissa. It's been our little inside joke that all the time you've been trying to hide your perversions from everyone at school, your own Principal has known about them." I was blushing with embarrassment at the thought that the woman had known what I was going through, and even that I was wearing a cock sheath while teaching my classes.

As if reading my thoughts, Gloria said, "Marissa said that just knowing you were wearing the sheath during the past two weeks, and that you'd soon be feeling the nails, made her hot. She said it was all she could do to keep from dragging you into her office and nailing your dick to her desk." Again the women laughed at my discomfiture.

Gloria checked her watch, and opened the door. "Okay. It's time. Let's do it." She then led the way down the hall, followed by Chrissy leading me by the cords attached to my private parts. She stopped in front of a closed door and looked around to see that we were ready. Coming from beyond the door were the voices of several women, seeming for all the world to be nothing more than a sewing circle of neighborhood women enjoying themselves. I knew that although needles could well be involved in this evening, they probably wouldn't be used for sewing.

Gloria knocked slowly three times on the door, and the voices immediately quieted. As Gloria opened the door and walked through, Chrissy turned to me and whispered, "This is it, lover. Make me proud of you." I vowed that I'd do nothing else, even if my life depended upon it.

To be continued . . .