The complete aloofness and callousness by which the obsequious male can be reminded of his complete vulnerability appeals to many women. And of course, the torment is unsurpassed.
Chapter Twenty Four
Matilda (secretary)
Mrs. Dalton is out of the office. A lengthy trial has begun and though that makes things rather quiet for me, I must remain on call in case newly edited documents need to be rushed to the court house.
Meanwhile the interoffice messenger delivers what is obviously a card. It’s my birthday. Someone has remembered.
I open it. Mrs. Dalton has remembered!
It bestows standard wishes on my twenty-seventh. Then in her impressive calligraphy there is a note on the bottom.
‘Matilda...Sorry I can not join you in celebrating, but if you log onto http://www.constancia.org at 9:00 p.m. this evening, I have arranged for special entertainment. Use the code number 4527. Enjoy, Mrs. D.’
Well, not as exciting as last year when she took me to an S&M club and we watched a rather ‘butch’ lady take down rugged looking guys. Though it was somewhat staged, the floggings were real. They were shrieking loudly.
I stay at the office until 6:30 p.m. in case something is needed. I leave and stop by an adult store and purchase a tape. Triple X. It’s my birthday. Then I begin my 90 minute train commute home where I cook a boring dinner.
The tape is a bust. Why cannot anyone in Hollywood, or wherever, find actors who can do a serious D/s scene? The naked and bound male bodies are arousing but then someone opens their mouth and the dialog kills the drama.
Another $39.95 down the tubes.
By happenstance I decide to log onto the net and I am reminded of Mrs. D’s note. The address brings me to some tropical setting. It can’t be a vacation gift...much too expensive. I type in the 4527 code where indicated and the most incredible scene unfolds.
It is Mr. Dalton!
He is naked except for a very high collar and he wears the strangest jewelry. There are circular pieces of metal around his nipples and his hairless scrotum has rings forcing the testicles into the most ludicrous configuration A single strand of rope hangs from somewhere above. It is attached or hooked to a small metal bar that appears to be thrust through his nose! The rope is very taut and it appears he is standing on his toes. His hands cannot be seen. They are behind his back.
Where is he?
The room is austere...white with strangely shaped objects attached to the walls. Otherwise there is nothing.
A popup menu suggests dialing an ‘800’ number. I pick up the phone and hurriedly punch the numbers. I get a recording. It is a firm female voice.
“Welcome to the American Society for Behavior Modification entertainment line. Please press your four digit code followed by the pound sign.”
I press the 4527 and the pound sign. Mrs. Dalton’s voice comes on the line.
“Happy birthday, Matilda. This won’t be as good as a live show. But I assure you it’s real. I remember at last’s years little soiree you enjoyed the canings. Well here’s one just for you. Ten days ago, I sent Ted for a little training at an ASBM facility. We’ll all get together when he returns after his behavior is indeed modified...meanwhile enjoy your special evening.”
Mrs. Dalton’s voice ends with a click. The pleasant but authoritative voice returns once again providing instructions.
“Please press zero to begin. By request of the ASBM member, a video recording of the proceedings will be forwarded to you within ten business days. Thank you for selecting the ASBM for your entertainment desires.”
Of course, I push zero. My curiosity overwhelms any reservation about viewing the naked husband of my boss. After all she provided the information and I recall years before having him masturbate for us over the phone before Mrs. Dalton eventually condescended to the camouflaged marital contract.
I keep the phone next to my ear and this amazingly well-muscled black woman steps into view. She wears a thin black halter and the briefest of black panties...more like the bottom of a bikini. Her arms and shoulders are bare and the brawn of her forearms and biceps is amazing. She is handsome...not a raving beauty but her even and well-proportioned facial features conform with her physique.
I see her lips move on the computer screen then with the slightest of delays hear her voice on the phone.
“Good evening Matilda and happy birthday. My name is Jasmine and I am the head nurse of the facility here. We are at a very exclusive and secluded Caribbean island where incorrigible young males are sent for a lifetime of servitude and, in recent years, we also endeavor to modify the behavior of certain subjugated males on behalf of members of the ASBM.
“Out of view is Nurse Katani. She will be handling the camera. Tonight we are going to cane Mr. Dalton for you. Initial canings here are moderate but firm and relentlessly applied. He’ll be excused from work duties tomorrow to recover from his ordeal. Otherwise we do not furnish any form of mercy.
“I hope you enjoy the display.”
Those would be the last words of the evening...or at least the last intelligible words.