[Fiction] Dominated by my female warrant officer in army

[honeypig13]

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[tribalfool]

Part IX

"I'm a long long way from home"
"I'm a long long way from home!"
"And I miss my mama so."
"And I miss my mama so."
"With an aching in my heart."
"With an aching in my heart."
"When the cold wind blows.."

The angelic sound of 100 disgruntled recruits awakened me from my peaceful slumber at 7am in the morning, as they marched back from the cookhouse. I lazily walked to the window of our permstaff bunk and looked out. Ha, those idiots, marching back in their comical outfit of admin tee and the obiang black sling-bag. I swear, if the armies of the world ever had a ranking of the worst fashion award, SAF will be up there. Don't need fight war la, this one go out let enemy see, enemy really will die laughing.

Well, time to get some breakfast. I had to wake up the other storemen Joshua and Ariff, who were somehow capable of being even lazier than I am. The perks of being a permstaff is that we do not have to march to the cookhouse, and walking alongside the recruits as they marched always reminded me how lucky I am not to be sent to some infantry unit. Additionally, in our company, we had the privilege, or rather, duty to take care of the female recruits. This was one of the rare occasions where we took our duties seriously, always taking care to scrutinize the bearings of the recruits, always reminding them to stand straight in senang diri position (and puff out their chest, of course) when they got punished to stand under the sun for minutes. We wouldn't want these soldiers to injure their backs, would we? Seeing one neat row of perky chests puffed out, with the girls sweating in the sun was a sight to behold. The best part was to watch them struggle not to scratch themselves, as their sweat dripped off their head, down their necks and into an increasingly darkened green patch on their shirt. In times like this, us patriotic sons of SG wouldn't complain about our derisory allowance.

After a morning of doing absolutely nothing constructive, WO Aileen texted me to get the coyline files ready. Sian, work again. I wasn't feeling in the mood for work, having just woken up from a post-nut slumber from the night before but an order is an order. Especially when I still owed her any number of extras she happened to conjure up with. She shocked me when she entered the coyline office at 10am, still dressed in her PT kit as she'd just finished the morning exercise on Wednesdays. Her hair was matted with sweat and some of the ends were stuck to her neck. She was no longer panting but I could still feel her cold sticky arms when she walked by me. Again, I could smell a faint smell of her deodorant complementing her arousing scent. I thought I wasn't feeling particularly horny but having seen her radiant skin all so fair and gleaming with sweat, my trusty rifle got ready to hormat again. "How, the files ready? Today I need to introduce the new DXO to the HQ, Commander has asked me to brief her as the HQ team is out for cohesion today." Of course, those lucky jerkoffs at HQ got to enjoy cohesion today, while the rest of us suffer as usual. All those HQ clerks, storemen and sergeants who already could book out everyday were probably beoing real zhabors out there while the rest of deal with the recruits. I just got reminded of how much I hate company line. "Of course, Ma'am! The files are with me, we can go now." "You say one ah, later if missing any file, you just do punishment lor." Her voice was soft but stern, and the inflection in her tone suggested she wanted me to fail, or that she simply delighted in finding excuses to punish me. She shot me a glance and gestured me to follow her, curling her finger back and walked out of the office. I hastily grabbed the files in my hands and follow her.

"Eh Ezra, actually you are not permstaff right, you OOC from BMT what, right?" She suddenly stopped in her tracks, and questioned me. "Yeah Ma'am, I'm not permstaff yet." I was taken aback by her sudden question; it was always the practice of HQ to allocate OOCs around, and I had the bad karma accumulated from my many past lives of sinning to be allocated to this company line instead of HQ. You might think its stupid to OOC from BMT, but to be honest, I'm not sure if tolerating all this regimentation just to pass out and be sent to a chiongsua unit will be any smarter. "Oh, so you haven't pass out yet la, that means you should be subjected to the same regimentation as recruit, you know. Ok, give the files to me, you have to march to the HQ." She smiled wryly and raised her eyebrows. I wasn't sure if she was joking but she took the files from me, and pointed to the hard tarmac. "Recruits can either march or run, or you want to run there? Hahaha. Hurry up, let's go and don't waste my time." Shit. She was for real. I grudgingly adjusted my jockey cap and marched alongside her as we walked to the HQ. I could tell from the corner of my eye she was grinning with satisfaction from her power trip.

[mionity]

Nice update. Welcome back.

[Umtiti]

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[ml1138]

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[ChupChai]

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[tribalfool]

The new DXO Emmeline looked every bit like a 23 year old fresh grad from NTU Business School, big eyes, long hair and of course an airport runway chest every Singaporean girl who thinks she’s hot stuff has. I knew her credentials as the permstaffs have been spending our nights being stuck in camp on researching her background through the eHR system. Despite her flat figure and her slightly stocky calves, her adorable face made her the most attractive woman around – not that there’s a lot of competition to go around.

“Ezra, stop dreaming and get the files ready!” WO Aileen snapped. “Yes Ma’am!”. WO Aileen went ahead and introduced herself to the new hire and briefed her on some administrative matters. “Oh and by the way this is Ezra, he’s attached to our company but you can give him work if you want.” My eyes could not decide whether to look at the soft fair skin of WO Aileen, still glistening with sweat from her morning run or DX Emmeline’s shapely thighs in her little black dress. “Eh Ezra! Stop looking at girls ah, you, respect your superiors ok!” WO Aileen snapped, perhaps out of jealousy or it could just be her being herself. “Sorry Ma’am!” DX Emmeline looked embarrassed but managed a soft, polite grin. We headed back to our coyline right after the short encounter, almost as if WO Aileen was jealous of the new DXO…
“Ezra, so last time I asked you if you masturbate in camp, you said yes leh. You know you are not supposed to do that right?” It is almost as if her hormones just shot up after the morning run and a stare-down with the new girl. “Uhm, yeah Ma’am.”

“But you still got masturbate right, don’t fucking lie to me, it’s a chargeable offence and I think your discipline is getting worse and worse.” Her voice deepened and she made sure no one was around as she reprimanded me. I have no idea why she was suddenly bringing this up, was it just to taunt me? Was it because she was upset I am secretly relieving myself? Did she want me horny only for her? All I could do was bluntly admit me fulfilling my primal instincts while marching as obediently as possible, avoiding all eye contact with her.

As we went back to the coyline, it was already 11am and the recruits were still having their morning lessons with the sergeants. She instructed me to head to her office again, making sure to lock the door this time. This isn’t good….

“Oi! Stand straight! I told you before right! You are not supposed to masturbate in camp, so tell me why the fuck, why the fuck did you do it!” She sat in her reclining chair, and placed her feet on her table, directly facing me.

“Sorry Ma’am! I couldn’t control myself! I will not do it again in camp!” A false promise, but I had to say it.

“Never mind, never mind, you cannot control yourself right? I will put you on a strict discipline regime to make sure you will not even think about doing something so disgusting in camp!” She took out a key from her wallet, and reached for one of her many secretive cabinets. She’d henta kaki for years in this company and her office was practically her second home, with the field beds and all her private cabinets. She brandished a weird metallic object that was strangely phallic and yet looked too distorted to be a dildo.



“This is a chastity cage, you are going to put this on and without my key you cannot unlock it. Is that clear?! Since you cannot control yourself, I’ll have to give you this special treatment haha.” She grinned again as she twirl the device around her finger.

Bullshit. As if she cares about me wanking. I’m damn sure Ariff and Joshua are jacking off all day long and she doesn’t give a shit, and now she wants me to wear this thing? However I was in no position to reject her sadistic proposition; she could charge me for my actions anytime, and wearing the device was my only way out.

“Yes Ma’am, erm, but I have never seen this before, I don’t know how to wear it.” I sheepishly mumbled, afraid of any potential outburst.

“Don’t worry, from now on only I can touch your cock, is that clear! Come, take off your pants and underwear, I’ll put it on for you.” Her smile was now bigger than ever, and only now did I notice a silver key in her other hand, now inserted into the lock and opening the cock ring.

I had to comply, removing my pants and underwear while trying my best to contain my erection. Without any warning she cuffed the cock ring around my scrotum, so that my testicle were hanging in front of the ring. She then pushed my penis through the ring, ensuring she pulled as much of it as possible, before putting on the cage. It was extremely uncomfortable, as my penis was scrunched into a small metal cage, but she locked the device before I could protest. The device now ensured my testicles were hanging in front of the cage, and without the key, I could not pull my penis back out as the cock ring wrapped tightly around my scrotum.

“haha, looks like this is the right size. This is 3 inch only you know, perfect for you right?” She teased, ignoring how tightly scrunched up my penis was, and it was clearly bulging through the metal bars. She placed one finger on the cage again, twirling my penis around and commanded “Stand straight in sedia position!” As my member engorged with blood, it filled the cage tightly but was unable to be erected. I tried my best to control my erection as she teased my penis but the discomfort from the cage was too much. Shit.
“Alright, now that you are locked in the cage, you cannot masturbate anymore, too bad for you. Tentatively you don’t need to worry la, Ma’am not so cruel, I might allow you to take off the cage once in a while. Maybe you can focus more on your performance in camp, if not I may not release you ok?” She taunted again, before she placed the key into her wallet.
“Since you have masturbated without permission, you are going to be locked up for at least 1 week. If I see your performance has improved, then I consider releasing you lor. If not, if you enjoy staying locked in the tube, can extend longer also.” She smiled wryly and grabbed my scrotum firmly, giving it a tight squeeze that made me choke in surprised.

One week in this thing? Is she serious? As I went upstairs to our permstaff toilet, I could no longer control my raging boner. I desperately wanted to stroke my cock furiously to the memory of her teasing my cock, but the cage firmly encapsulated most of my cock. Fuck. I was downright miserable and horny but could not depend on the usual pent up release, and getting any hornier was making me even more uncomfortable in the tight cage. Is this arrangement permanent? Let’s hope she unlock me soon next week.

[mionity]

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[Steventan]

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[NotPayet]

Nice update TS, thanks

[tribalfool]

That very night I was consumed with lust as I thought of what happened. I could not stop thinking about how a milf like Warrant Aileen had earlier humiliated me and laid her hands on my cock, and even scolded me for masturbating. I instinctively reached for my cock for a stroke, but reality hit me as I felt the unyielding steel wrapped around my constrained hardened penis. Shit. As my cock struggled to fill in the small confines of the cage as it erected, I only felt more and more maddened with lust and frustration. I wanted to stroke it so bad but fuck it, that mad woman actually locked my cock in a cage that only she could unlock! I got to get out of this and for now all I could do was to try to distract myself from these lustful thoughts.

Every moment where I showered I was constantly reminded of my forced submission to her, as I felt the cold steel bars encasing my cock. I could still wash it properly, and could not give her any excuse to remove it when I showered. Slowly, I began to stop masturbating daily, even when I spent my weekends at home. The worst part was when I habitually opened up my porn tabs at home, and realised I could not act on it! Fuck! Now I can’t even jerk off to porn during my previous weekends! I had barely 36 hours at home after booking out, and back then I’ll spend hours furiously searching for porn and jerking off, releasing all my pent up lust in a comfortable air conditioned room without the fear of any angry regular suddenly barging in. But as of now, watching anything remorseful stimulating just made me mad with hormones, urges and anger at my predicament. Booking out in this condition just reduced my enjoyment of my supposed free weekends.

I am not kidding when I say I was actually looking forward to booking in on Sunday. This was possibly the first time in my life where I felt excited booking in, and I hope it would not be a regular occurrence. All I desperately wanted was a satisfying wank and all I could think of was how to placate Warrant Aileen so she could unlock the cage. Thankfully as I booked in on Sunday night, only Aliff and Joshua were around; there was nothing too particular erotic to see 2 half naked 20 year olds guys in the bunk complaining about the week ahead as usual, thankfully.

I momentarily forgot about me not masturbating for about 5 days by now, if not for the sight that greet me in the morning. The female recruits were getting just finishing their 5BX, and the sight of even the most butch-y girl reminded me I’d not jerked off for a while. As usual, the male sergeants were slowly extending their exercise routine, just to milk the moment and feast their eyes on these sweaty girls. Their fleshy thighs were oily with sweat and were well exposed as they did their leg raises. With each successive leg raises and constant shouting by the sergeants, their fbts hiked higher and higher up their butts, revealing more and more of their hairless fair skin. One of the bigger girls sported a pair of well sculpted quadriceps; fleshy thighs that were untanned and fair unlike their darkest calves. The sharp contrast between the shades of their skin only made their thighs more mysterious and appealing, as if this rare sight was an occasion. Indeed it was, to see 40 pairs of thighs, sporting a diverse selection being flailed up and down with each command. Some of these legs were buff and well-sculpted, evidently well trained even before BMT. The sunlight glistening off perspiration trickling down their legs only accentuate the curves on the thick thighs, with their sweat leaving marks on the hard tarmac, a testament of the girls’ hard work. Some were skinnier of course, with shapely thighs that would looked smashing in a miniskirt, and fbts suited them more in my opinion. A cute perky butt complemented their legs, and for these girls their fbts were too large for them, sliding down even further down their legs to reveal some of their panties. This sight was even better, as their black and white panties peaked at me, concealing a fleshy cunt I could only imagine will be brimming with sweat at this point. All I could say is, their trainers certainly knew what they were doing. No wonder I could often see the girls being punished to do duck walks at night.

Fuck. Even the muscular short haired broad was giving me a hard-on, and a pair of aching blue balls that had not released their contents in days. I’d normally had to conceal my embarrassing erection, but this time the cage did the work for me, constraining my penis in a 3-inch steel cage that only made me erection hurt. Fuck. I could not even enjoy the usual sights without getting seriously uncomfortable, and had to avert my gaze.

[Rxxx3]

Unleash the beast and force fuck this whore warrant officer