The Party Boy

The base ring is released and the cock cage slipped away. Then comes that somatic lurch when the Prince’s Wand exits its nest in the prostate gland. Jack’s mind becomes somewhat overwhelmed in confusion, normally released only when hooded and standing before a gathering of women.

“What... why...”

“A treat for you, Jack. You’ll not wear a thing for the length of the trip. Saturday night you took a very meaningful step in your servitude... so telling are your deep desires. Come let’s go,” I said slipping his tube and cock cage into my purse.

His hands indeed go to his head. And though I do not otherwise touch or caress, Jack begins to harden. No Cialis; however, the interval of chastity has been long, considering the abundance of hormones I inject, and I have posed thoughts which are known to excite. Exhibition... complete... no encasement of steel... his penis free to show off.

I step back, arms akimbo, smirking in watching the slow but steady erection come to full blossom.

He cannot help himself.

“Miss Kelly I cannot be walked to the garage like this!”

“You’ll be walked in any manner I choose, Jack. Feel a little exposed without your cock cage?”

Chapter Thirty-Two

We arrive at Alice’s dress shop. Mercifully I have let Jack slump a bit in his seat, cloaking a massive erection that, with his proclivity for exhibitionism, will not waver. He’s such a big boy his penis tip presses quite high to his belly when sitting.

Jack jumps from the car and scampers to the rear door, happy to find it unlocked.

And such a pleasant surprise for Alice! She giggles like a school girl, not at all flustered, knowing well of Jack’s obeisance.

“This I must measure,” she said pointing to the floor in front of her.

Jack steps forward, hands remaining on head, obeying her gesture like a well trained dog. Alice slips her tape from about her neck, holds one end at the base of the upstanding erection and unravels.

“So stiff and so large. Ten and a half inches. I think Jack is still growing, ha, ha, ha.”

She steps away and pats the top of a table.

“He’s probably best lying down. Neck collar first and it will take awhile.”

Jack mounts the table, lying supine, his penis searching for the ceiling. The distraction ending, Alice produces a length of leather... thick.... and to certainly rise high on Jack’s collar bone.

“Not permanent, the piano wire I will be using can be cut. But it won’t fall off in the shower, I will guarantee that.”

Embedded in the leather are ringlets, one large for a leash, smaller ones to secure in place a hood. To date Jack has been on the honor system while hooded. I think a woman’s authority and control would be better projected with the capacity to lock such in place.

At each end of the precisely measured length, Alice has punched many small holes, there piano wire to be threaded. I am impressed with the strength required to bend the thickness, Alice slipping the leather under, hands straining to bend and make the ends meet.

Jack will not enjoy his new restraint... at least not until the stiffness dissipates.

Aligning the holes, knowing hands manage to thread the wire through the first set of conjoining openings. Once pulled taut, the task eases, the wire holding together the ends to lessen the tension. Still Alice must tug firmly to assure tightness. And as the collar closes, the feel of its constraining presence, the reality of permanently sensing a woman’s governance, becomes evident.

“It’s too high!” Jack deliciously protests, feeling the upper edge force up his chin.

“It will help you posture yourself, Jack. Especially during cunnilingus. I like the idea of your head being made less mobile.”

Alice sutures, the last of some dozen loops. She pulls firmly, ties and cuts the wire... temporarily.

“Now don’t move, you’ll burn yourself.”

Stepping away, she plugs in a soldering iron, waiting for it to heat.

“Collared many a boy. They appreciate the notion that the wiring won’t unravel.”

With that, tip blazing hot, Alice returns, stringing a long electrical cord behind her. Though the heat appears unbearable so close to Jack’s skin, she carefully joins together the ends of the wiring, applying the hot tip until the metal melts and cools to bond, forming a continuous strand.