Male Thing: A Story of Submission on Tipping-the-Cock

Positioning The “male thing”

 They positioned the “male thing” between the two posts, looped ropes around its wrists, pulled until its arms were stretched wide, and tied the ropes to cleats on the two pillars. Princess Mallory threw a rope with a noose over a joist, while Mistress Alli tied ropes to the “male thing”’s ankles. By the time they were done, the “male thing” was stretched beyond movement, and if it tried to lower its head, it would strangle.

They had all graduated together a couple of months ago. The “Male thing” knew better than to look directly at them as Mallory and Ali stepped back to inspect. The thing was already getting hard.

Princess and Mistress had been playing tip-the-cock since their birthdays, and today they were going to introduce their friend Anya to the game. Anya had turned eighteen two weeks ago, so they were all now over the age of consent.

Beginning of the session

The women wore comfortable and deliberately revealing clothing. It was needed for the game, to keep things hard.

They looked at each other and grinned. Princess Mallory left. Mistress Ali looked at the “male thing” and allowed it to look at her. Its eyes grew wide. As it should, femininity dazzled it. Mistress Ali’s scoop neck top revealed tantalizing cleavage, her tiny skirt covered the mystery of womanhood, her thigh-high socks, her polished heels completed the picture. She wore little make-up, but her lipstick was 40s scarlet. It knew which sex ruled.

Princess Mallory came back with Anya.

• “Male thing,” she said, “Call her Empress Anya.”

• “Yes, Princess Mallory. Thank you, Princess Mallory. Welcome, Empress Anya.”

Anya looked amazed. She’d been told about it, but seeing it for real was different. Anyway, she liked a male acknowledging its lowliness.

• “Its thingie is sticking out,” she said.

• “Are you excited, “male thing”?”, Ali asked.

• “Yes, Mistress Ali.”

They had explained the rules to Anya, but Anya had protested that as fun as it sounded, she had never even held a whip before.

• “That’s okay,” Mallory said with a sisterly hug. “The main thing is to have fun.”

Ali said maybe she should go first, then Mallory and Anya could observe, and then they’d show her how it’s done. Anya said,

• “Okay.”

The “male thing” was watching the three beautiful Mistresses.  Ali was directly facing him, and her sisters-in-fun were looking on. Ali held an ornately braided leather whip. The male thing was terrified and mesmerized all at once.

The First Whip’s hit

• “All right,” Ali said. “You see how thing’s cock is hard? The goal is to snap the whip as close to the tip as possible. That’s the most sensitive part. If you can hit it, the “male thing” will screech like a tortured tomcat. Whoever makes it scream the loudest, by getting closest to the tip of its cock, is the winner.”

• “What’s the prize?” Anya asked. “Fun.”

Ali got serious. Her eyes narrowed on the male thing’s hard cock, focusing right on its tip, such a good target, so ugly to a woman, so ripe for the hitting. She snapped the whip a few times for warm-up, while the male thing started to squirm with real fear.

Ali suddenly reached back, then snapped the whip as hard as she could. It makes a loud crack is it connected, and the male thing screamed in agony. Its head struggled against the noose, its arms flailed helplessly, feet tried fruitlessly to protect itself.

• “Only a welt across its belly. Damn.”

Mallory consoled her.

• “You got the shaft. Look”

Indeed, there was a red streak on the shaft. Ali took three more tries. The male thing was shaking, weeping, begging, which caused Anya to giggle. Alli was frustrated and handed the whip to Mallory. Mallory kissed her on the cheek.

• “You did great!”

• “I’ve done so much better before.”

• “You’ll get another shot.”

And Mallory kissed her again. Ali kissed her back.

Round 2 with a more experienced Mistress

Mallory took her position, made a few warm-up cracks, faced the terrified male thing, and let fly. The whip cracked just at the base of its shaft, and it immediately screamed in agony. Anya said,

• “Wow, that was pretty close!” Ali agreed.

Mallory went again and this time the whip cracked in nearly the same spot. The male thing was jumping and straining and strangling and begging, and Anya was starting to get anxious. Mallory pushed a few strands of her black hair behind her ear.

The “male thing” would have long ago lost its hard-on, except these three women were goddesses, stunning, it would do anything for them, just to have them glance in his direction. Right now they were doing much more. It was worth it.

A lesson of how to hold the whip

Mallory took one more shot, with no more success. Then she turned the whip over to Anya. She and Ali showed her how to hold it. They coached her on how to crack it, not just whip overhand and cause a streak across thing’s body – that was a different game.

“Just focus on the tip and try to snap it right there,” Ali said.

She and Mallory then put arms around each other’s waist and stepped back to give Anya room.

Anya looked at the male thing. For a second, she flashed on all the times males had given her disgusting looks, said disgusting things to her, even forced her to do disgusting things by calling it “love-making.” All the years of male behavior she’d endured raged through her. She focused, reared back, and cracked the whip.

The “male thing” screeched with such pain it never thought it would live. Its cocklet felt like it had been split in two with an ax and thing had to look down to make sure it hadn’t been; thing expected to see blood spurting everywhere – but there wasn’t, and the noose was strangling him.

The women were jumping and laughing with joy and hugging Anya, and Anya felt an elation she’d never know before. Mallory’s hug thrilled her; Ali’s hug gave her an electric sensation, and both said, “Go again! Go again!” Anya positioned herself again. Once again she opened her mind to the flood of disgust at males, used that to focus, and cracked the whip as hard as she could.

The new champion, Anya!

The male thing screeched again even louder, begged, pleaded, wept, while Ali and Mallory both yelled

• “We have a new champion! Anya – you’re the best tip-the-cock player ever!”

Anya blushed slightly and glanced at the “male thing”, who was still in such agony it could hardly get a breath. Ali and Mallory were hugging her again, and she loved the feel of their bodies and the crying and begging of the male. She loved women. She loved being a woman. And tip-the-cock was the best game she’d ever played.

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