Jack knows of Miss Alice. She has made his special dresses, a skilled seamstress with an open mind, amused by a brawny yet well governed male.
We enter the building. It is a work shop filled with machinery, rolls of cloth stacked high on racks.
“Kelly, nice to see you,” Alice pleasantly greets.
She steps forth to also greet Jack. Alice is a woman of authority. In her profession of dress making she rarely deals with males... and she does not miss the interaction. A hand reaches forth and tweaks Jack’s left nipple, symbolically setting the hierarchy. Jack is considered a naked beast, something upon which she will not waste her words. Accordingly, Jack knows to remain silent in Miss Alice’s presence.
Alice’s ostensibly vanilla occupation of clothier is abetted by the fabrication of costumes and fetish wear for dominant women. She is not bashful. Instead quite libertine and never offers judgment.
“So you bring your boy in naked. My dresses wear out?”
“No they’re fine. It’s such a nice day and you know the thrill Jack gets in showing himself off.”
Alice smiles.
“Yes I’ll wager he’s feeling the tightness of his cock cage right now, that well kept penis wanting to show itself as well,” Alice’s hand lowering to playfully pat Jack’s low hanging testicles.
The lugubrious look on Jack’s face is precious. He knows Alice is correct.
“I need something for Jack to wear, easily removed, of course, but offering flare. When I party him, the blanket I allow him for covering is... well rather uninspired.”
Alice steps back, arms akimbo in thought.
“Well first, I’d leash him. Leading a boy about by a collar always sets the tone, quickly communicating a woman’s governance. And I can make a collar for you, decorative... or high, thick and functional.”
“Yes that’s a thought. Make it high and thick. It’s best for him to feel a woman’s ownership.”
“And if you’d like I can add some ringlets for a locking hood.”
“Excellent. Jack, to your knees so Miss Alice can measure.”
Jack obeys, and Alice removes the ever present tape draped about her neck and shoulders.
“Locking buckles? Or do you want it permanently sewn in place?”
“Hmm. Can’t think of any reason why I’d need to remove it.”
“Good, I’ll use a strong gauge of wire. Difficult to sew, but I only have to do it once,” Alice circling Jack’s neck for measurement.
“And how about a simple toga?” Alice muses. “I’ll design it to cover the arms, chest and back. You tell me how much of him you otherwise want exposed. Maybe have his cock cage peek a bit, letting people know he’s in strict chastity. I can have it attached using Velcro. Stripping him naked would involve a snap of your hand.”
I like that idea. Some drama. I lead Jack by a leash then with a quick tug expose him. Alice has a good notion for flare. I concur.
“Color?” she inquires.
“Can you make two?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, one white and one pink. I’m putting him on display in a gay club, one week from tomorrow.”
“Easily done. Bring him in any time after Wednesday,” Alice affectionately patting Jack’s head, master to dog. “He’ll be quite embarrassed stripped naked in front of men.”
“Yes. And he’s eager. Deep within the humiliation excites. He just doesn’t understand it.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
No work out for Jack on Saturday. He’ll need