[Fiction] Dominated by my female warrant officer in army

[MPLover]

nice story TS! hoping for more updates.

[KnowItAll]

like this story very much... it's very nice... share more soon please ts...

[VRossi1980]

love this story, waiting here for more juicy updates.

[des4fuck]

Nice bro please continue

Thanks

[absoluticeberg]

Wah.. faster serve us Saf100 to come to this camp leh.

Nice story TS!

[ml1138]

now my turn to pitch tent...

[Beardsley7]

Originally Posted by ml1138

now my turn to pitch tent...

Do you need any help?

[basfreak]

nice story TS, shall wait for more updates.

[JJMagic]

love this story! sure hoping there will be much more.

[tribalfool]

Part IV

“Oh Ma’am, please stop doing that, just…. stop…” my SAR21 was now engorged with blood despite it not being handled directly, in the hand, or rather foot of a weapons specialist. My willpower was no match for the dexterity of her foot, as she expertly curled her toes up and down, squeezing into my scrotum with a rhythmic vigour. My magazine was fully loaded, and I haven’t had to chance to squeeze off for days; I wouldn’t be surprised if any ND incident happened if she continued playing with dangerous weapon.

“You don’t understand me is it? Ok, let me show you.” To my horror, she jauntily placed her fingers around my fbt pants, and pulled it down as much as my outstretched legs would allow. My pants now hung loose slightly above my knees with only my underwear shielding my jewels from the cold, humid air. “I’m referring to this.” She pushed the tip of her manicured finger right into my scrotum; I choked for air instinctively, an involuntary reaction made worse by the tight bondage. The unyielding restraints only heightened my senses and I could feel even more tightness in my underwear, a humiliating sight I could not hide by closing my legs. All my efforts to pretend I didn’t enjoy this has come to no fruition, no thanks to the prominent lie detector down there, sticking up in the air as if it were saluting her. “Oh Ma’am, please stop touching me there, it’s too much.” I begged her to stop, as she began twirling her finger round and round, drawing concentric circles smaller and smaller, culminating in a sharp prod into my scrotum again. “Oh!” No amount of retracting my legs would protect my vulnerable parts from her assault, not with the leather cuffs locking my ankles in place. She shot me a naughty glance and went, “So horny, you got masturbate in camp or not?” I thought I could not get any harder, until she said that word.

I might have had an ND accident had not for my willpower.

“Hahaha, look at your reaction, confirm got right. You know it’s an offence, right? To do that in camp.” She went from a playful teasing mistress to a stern interrogatory policewoman, almost admonishing me, her finger still on my trigger. “No Ma’am, I never.” Another lie. Of course, I did it before, but not this week, as I was way too stressed over getting in trouble. If only I’d checked clear this week, I’ll be less reactive to her antics now; my barrel is been loaded and her finger was the firing pin.

To my surprise, she got up and sauntered to her cabinet. A brief respite is good, I had to remind myself to breathe, as the sexual tension was too much to bear. The tension in my arms too, was starting to build up. She placed the key holding my freedom on my chest, taunting me as if she were letting me go, and retrieved a ruler from her desk. She sat back into her armchair, pulling it in closer right by my hip and tapped the wooden ruler right on my scrotum. “Fuck!” I instinctively called out, ignoring the décor. While it was a light tap, it was on my precious jewels that were already engorged with blood. I realised my faux paus and apologised, “Sorry Ma’am! Please don’t do that, it hurts.” I had to beg no matter how futile it seems. “That’s for lying.” She stared daggers into my eyes, her crescent eyes now vicious yet mischievous. “I ask again ah, you got masturbate in camp?” This no laughing matter, I had to fess up. “Sometimes Ma’am.” I whimpered softly, closing my eyes in fear. “Ahh, still lie just now, it’s 2 offences now, one for lying and one for masturbating in camp.” Her tone was playful now, but her hand showed no mercy. Another swat of the ruler at a strategic spot made me retract all my limbs in pain; I was panting in utter agony, fear and arousal that made my balls even more sensitive. In full view of me, she placed the wooden ruler right at the same spot, slowly using her other hand to pull the one end of the ruler back. Like a catapult being pulled back, she could snap the elastic ruler at me any moment. I was struggling at my bonds in trepidation, fearing she will do the inevitable. “Haha, should I?” She teased again, smiling mischievously. Her hair matted with sweat, face red with lust; she was clearly simulated tonight. A pair of voluptuous breasts was accentuated further by her tight singlet; I could barely focus my eyes on her face with those beautiful distractions around. The aesthetic pleasure before me did not change my predicament, and the sadistic bitch did it again. “Fuck!” I felt the ruler smack me right in the most sensitive region again, this time harder than before. I coughed instinctively, my face contorting in pain; the agony was too much to bear and the suffering was beginning to null my pleasure. It certainly didn’t null her pleasure, given how much she laughed as I writhed in pain. This sadistic punishment was leagues beyond her usual bitchy routine; no amount of scolding, informal or physical punishments could give her the erotic pleasure and power she felt in torturing a man in his most precious area. She definitely got off exploiting me in my most vulnerable regions and she knew I could do nothing to stop her. The psychological torture of experiencing excruciating pain and yet know I will be helpless when she strikes again was too much for me. At this moment, I’d do anything to get her to stop, no matter how much humiliation she wished to put me through. I’d do anything or say anything she wants, just to get a little break from that wretched ruler.

“That’s for lying to your superior. So how many times you masturbate already?” Another question I could not afford to skirt around.

“Uhm, maybe once or twice?” I wished she’d stop messing with me.

“Ok, you need to be punished because you are so naughty! Who says you can do that in camp? From now on you cannot do that without my permission, ok?” She fondled my bruised scrotum gently now, massaging the testicles in her palm. The rhythmic squeezing from her fingers was well received, my rifle once again back at sedia. Even as she toyed with it incessantly, she held power over me, as my jewels were vulnerable in her strong clutch. “Yes Ma’am! I won’t do it from now on.” I played along, wishing her sadistic phase was over now. “No, I never say cannot do, you don’t lie, you confirm cannot tahan one. I said must ask me for permission when you want to do it, that’s all”. She smiled seductively and gave a light squeeze, which jolt me back to attention. “Yes Ma’am!” “Ok, now you must be punished for the unauthorised masturbation last time.” Shit. The ruler was back in her hands, she gave it a lick and then held it against my scrotum. It danced along the surface of my underwear, before settling on the old spot, a most vulnerable region right between my balls. “Ready?” I was furiously tugging at the leather cuffs, hoping to pull in my legs, my arms, anything just to protect myself. As my physical efforts were futile, I resorted to words. “Ma’am please! Don’t, don’t, don’t, I’m sorry I won’t do it again without your permission next time! Just don’t punish me now!”

“Hmm, let me think about it.” Her actions proved her words were lies, as she slowly pulled back one end of the ruler again with one finger, her mouth beaming. “No.” Her beautiful big crescent eyes winked mischievously as she let go of the finger. The ruler went straight for the goal again, sending me into spasms of pain the restraints only seemed to amplify. I grunted in agonizing pain; it seemed to amuse her as she moaned in ecstasy. “Aww, painful ah?” She gave my sore balls another sharp flick with her middle finger, provoking another grunt from me. The blow landed squarely on my left testicle this time, which was already in pain and I thrashed my limbs desperately in vain. “Ahh, Ma’am, it’s too much, it’s too much! Please stop! I’d do anything you want!” She smiled again and massaged my sore parts with her fingers. In the span of seconds, she’d sent me back and forth between hell and heaven, fondling my testicles with vigour. As stimulating as it is, I did not want any more of this, as I knew she’d soon move on to her sadistic phase again. She sensed my apprehension and stopped her kneading. “You sure you’d do anything I say?”

“Yes Ma’am, I really will, please stop punishing me! I can’t take much more!”
She walked behind me where I couldn’t see her and seem to sat down on the ample place on the bed. I could only guess what she was doing as the sounds of her soft moans permeated the room. In the privacy of her locked room, in an empty coyline office, on a level no recruits had any business being around, she was moaning and grunting with no holding back. Her domination over my body and mind had sated her sadistic desires that had been neglected for too long; she now moaned with great ecstasy knowing she could toy with me at ease.

She placed her feet around my head, tucked between my outstretched arms. The stench was now overbearing; I could smell feel the warmth by my ears and taste the pungent stale sweat in my mouth. I nearly gasp initially, reeling from the shock it gave me. Previously, the smell was odorous but light; this close to her feet, the fumes were heavy and intoxicating. Even after airing her feet all this while, the build-up of sweat stewing in her humid boots the entire day was still emitting from her socks. Beyond the smell, I could taste the sweat at the back of my throat. This was an utter humiliation. Even in the act of breathing she exercised complete domination; I was consciously aware of my breathing and every breath I took was more of her essence inside of me. I could choose not to submit but what could I realistically do, hold my breath and not breathe? The illusion of choice only made it more humiliating, as I was forced to choose to smell her moist socks indirectly, given my predicament.

“Ezra, you ok or not? Not falling asleep right?” She playfully teased my ear with her toes. She didn’t seem too bothered when I did not respond; she must have been too busy pleasuring herself. “You want out or not, or enjoy too much already?” She taunted again.

“Oh Ma’am, please let me out.”

“Ok, kiss my foot first.” She laughed as she said this, knowing how disgusting her request was. I was in no position to care for my dignity, my comfort or how insulting it was. To challenge her at her own game will be suicidal for my poor, sore balls. I promptly tilted my head to my right and gave her right foot a gentle kiss. I could taste the stale, briny sweat on her sock as I planted my lips on the olive-green material. The aroma overwhelmed my olfactory glands; I couldn’t decide if the smell was horrible or the finest odour I’ve ever encountered. This act of submission aroused me further and jolted my member right back at attention. If I was thinking with my little head, I’d almost wished she continued our session.

“Mmmmm, very good, good boy.” She was all too pleased with my submission and retracted her legs. She took the keys and uncuffed my restraints. Is this for real? It seemed she’d gotten her high from the session and had enough fap material from tonight for her purposes. I guess even she knew when to stop.

“Ok la, I’ll remove 1 extra duty from your punishment. But don’t think I don’t know you always beo the zhabors from platoon 1.” It seems my ogling at the female soldiers had not gone unnoticed. Of course I looked. What else am I suppose to look at, the male recruits running up and down like dogs? The storemen who were as dulan as me? I’m a man with blood in my loins, of course my eyes wander if there are pretty flowers.

“Erm, no Ma’am, I never.” I felt more comfortable lying now that my jewels were not in her hands.

“Hahaha, you so pervert one, confirm got. Ok, tomorrow afternoon when I lead them for training you come with me. See if you get hard. Anyway their discipline getting worse and worse, really must tekan them. And one more thing, don't masturbate without my permission ah!”

The female recruits were assigned to our company as we were the only company with a female CSM. The logic was that a female superior commander will be better able to take care of the female soldiers. What an irony. The sadistic Warrant Aileen was probably going to be exceptionally harsh on them tomorrow, just to see if I enjoyed their suffering as much as her. I wonder what she will put them through; her power over these recruits were immense, as recommendations for the female regulars were important for their careers.

As I left the platoon office that night, I couldn’t decide which was the better fap material, my adventure with Warrant Aileen or the show tomorrow she was going to play for me. Maybe I really should wait till tomorrow before I check clear.

[Irrumare]

Upped you for your story!
Do continue please, TS!

[BK4ever]

this is a really nice story, more of it will be great ts.

[JustANewbie]

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[sungtao]

Cannot wait for next update, please continue soon TS!!

[sponge05]

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