The Constancia Compendium

Chapter Five

Estovia is a large but simple house. Built of thick concrete to endure tropical storms, every room has large openings to the outdoors capable of being protectively shuttered in hurricanes. But when the weather is normal, one has the feeling of being ensconced within a tropical jungle, the trees, shrubbery and flowering vines just about engulfing the foundation and stucco walls. I imagine that an aerial view would show the structure to be nearly invisible, the 70 plus years of growing vegetation hiding all evidence of the late Baron’s incursion of the secluded island jungle.

There are many bedrooms. Each with a separate bath. Simple guest-rooms, one would conclude until, as suggested by Lady Constance, I open a door and an Asian girl silently steps from a small adjoining room. In accented English she suggests she is my maid and will help me unpack. But is she indeed a female? And as she moves about, attention is drawn to an impressively strong ankle bracelet and connecting chain.

Lady Constance is known to enjoy certain amusements and my maid appears to one of them. Her lithe body is covered only by a patch of coarse, abrasive cloth, held in place by way of small piercings on her lower abdomen and between her thighs. The breasts are underdeveloped and her hair is cut in a page boy style. There is no other hair to be found, as with most of Lady Constance’s charges.

Except for trimmed eyebrows, mascara, and curious ear rings, this maid, calling herself Ming could pass for a boy. But the patch covers the definitive area in terms of making an ultimate determination of gender.

And whatever is underneath, the patch must irritate considerably. A discernible mound hints at something, but whether it is a well developed mons veneris or the tightly bound scrotum and penis of a boy, the abrasive material must rub the sensitive area unmercifully.

Ming quietly unpacks my clothing and makes a point of drawing my attention to one wall where a thoughtful collection of corrective instruments hangs from various hooks. Along with whips, crops, canes, birches, etc., Lady Constance has included numerous clamps, plugs and phalli of assorted sizes.

Ming points to a large padded footstool where ‘she’ apparently finds herself on many given evenings. And indeed, in her broken English, it is further suggested that ‘she’ is well trained in providing oral service and accepting anal penetration.

Yes. An interesting touch. An androgynous sex slave and judging from Ming’s bound ankle, ‘she’ only services my room. When I follow the chain to its origin, I find that Ming is assigned to what is actually a small adjoining closet with no bedding and a most uncomfortable floor upon which to sleep. It is no

wonder she finds herself encouraging use of the toys and the padded footstool. Perhaps for her, it is an oddly acceptable alternative to a long, lonely sleepless night on a wooden floor.

Lady Constance has quite the devious mind. No matter the gender or sexual preference of her guest, he or she could easily find carnal uses for Ming. It causes my mind to wander. Sordid thoughts such as the tightness of the passage between Ming’s child-like buttocks flash into my imagination. And just how many guests have passed a pleasurable evening exploring it?

Cruelly, I find myself directing Ming back into her small closet. Lady Constance has planned a late lunch at the pool and a subsequent tour of the island. I need time to catch up on my notes and have much to record.

The notes for my paper are becoming voluminous. Hastily chronicling my trip from Germany, thoughts concerning just how I will craft an organized and informative treatise roll through my subconscious. The American Society for Behavior Modification has high standards and although I have endeavored to gather much background material to best portray the methods, both mental and physical, by which Lady Constance manifests her dominance, self doubt rears itself concerning my abilities to sort through all I have gathered.

After a time a knock on the door brings my thoughts to the present. Porter number two calls out to indicate that I am expected at poolside for luncheon. I drop my pen, realizing that I need to change to more casual attire, and not wishing to delay anything planned by my demanding hostess, I immediately undress and don a casual shirt and shorts.

Chapter Six

I saunter through the house headed for the pool area, appearing as best I can to be insouciantly examining the artwork and various artifacts along the way. Understated but elegant in its simplicity, everything is as one would expect in a Caribbean vacation home. Except..., there are numerous eye hooks deeply set into the concrete wall and ceiling of every room and hallway. The sturdy rings of steel are similar to the one, which secures Ming in my closet. I cannot help but envision the utility of the protuberances..., some well bound lad hooked by his collar, forced to stand on toes and helplessly wait for his mistress to return and mercifully release him before his leg muscles surrender to exhaustion or his penis concedes to the urges of his bladder.

Arriving at the pool, I am greeted by Lady Constance, Dr. Reinhold and the sight of half a dozen males. Lady Constance wears a silk shawl which covers her shoulders and part of her breasts. Dr. Reinhold is in a medical uniform. The males are naked, harnessed and suspended.

“Hello, Doctor. Meet Dr. Reinhold. She takes care of our medical needs here.”

The good doctor is in her fifties. A dour woman, she is quiet and plain, her lack of pulchritude accentuated by drab medical attire. I always wonder, when introduced to such women, if early adolescent experiences of rejection set their demeanor and psyche, for I cannot picture her with a fulfilling social life and normal interaction with the male gender. Yes, I can fully understand Dr. Reinhold’s decision to concede all hope of developing her interpersonal skills and instead turn her attention to the rigors of medical school. And then there is the question of the influence of her mother...,

My brief analysis is interrupted by an exchange of pleasantries with her indicating an interest in reading my paper when completed.

“I’ve been a member of the American Society for Behavior Modification for many years. Of course my methods are considered experimental and rather avant-garde so I don’t have much communication with the research committee...”

More like extreme and harsh, I think silently. But again I remind myself that my role is to observe. And rather than engage in debate, the enticing sight of the well-bound males, completely suspended from stanchions surrounding the pool, awaits explanation.

Porter number one appears with a tray of canapés, fresh fruit and a very light cheese. We indulge and Lady Constance signals an end to the social exchange by suggesting that Dr. Reinhold show the latest group of acquisitions from the clinic.

“Start from the beginning for the benefit of our visitor, Helga.”

The doctor nods and we stroll along the side of the pool toward the first young male. He hangs from a thick metal pole with a short horizontal piece jutting forward at the top toward the pool. His legs are bent at the knees and his feet are drawn up behind him as are his hands and arms. An interesting once piece harness, with a sturdy waist belt and broad straps between well spread thighs, secures his wrists and ankles. The level of his head is held just below Lady Constance’s shoulder. He is hooded with openings only for the nose and mouth. A stiff leather collar immobilizes his head.

The harness appears curiously comfortable with all support straps connected to a large steel ring in the back. It is by this ring that the young lad hangs from a strong chain, which runs to the horizontal piece overhead. He swings ever so slightly, possibly as a result of the wind, or perhaps from muscle movement, however constrained he is.

The design of the harness leaves the genitals not only exposed but somewhat thrust forward due to the position of the feet and ankles. The chest is likewise presented due to the position of the hands and arms and a pair of pink nipples invites mischief.

As we approach, Dr. Helga reaches into her uniform pocket and retrieves a pair of latex gloves.

“This young brute was arrested in Denmark for sexual assault. Amazing how young they start. Seems he was disrespectful to the judge and rather than merely sentence him to a year in jail and a life of recidivism she had him whisked away to the clinic. Well, Dr. L------ at the clinic did a good job but his penis size is just moderately large. No buyers would pay a premium. So here he is.”

Dr. Helga pauses. She stands to the naked male’s side, reaches behind him with her left hand, and begins stroking his phallus with the other. It is a very mechanical technique, but the desired results are achieved. The red tip of the uncircumcised penis begins to emerge from the frenulum and the shaft stiffens. There can be no doubt that the fingers of the left hand have penetrated the sphincter and are stimulating the prostate.