A Gift From James

The purchase gave us something to talk about at dinner and Dr. Alice seemed fascinated by my skills and family background.

“Generations of handling altered submissive males,” she commented in wonderment. The gleam in her eye signaled her eagerness to watch me ply my craft.

Likewise, I was eager to observe her.

James

The train pulls into the St. Paul station. D instructs me to remain kneeling between her thighs. My lips are wrapped around her swollen bud and she’s experiencing one more clitoral orgasm after an endless string.

After the train stops, I can hear voices and porters bringing in luggage. The elevated dome section is well above the platform and cannot be seen by the station passengers. D casually sips her wine after pulling up the blanket to cover not only my naked body but also her thighs.

She calls out and I soon hear the voice of Dr. Alice. Ignoring me, they exchange pleasantries.

“Beautiful viewing space D, but we’re going to need some room.”

Dr. Alice calls out, evidently to the porters and I feel the frustration of the hood. I know my uncovered feet and legs show. And the noticeable bump formed by my head on the surface of the blanket leaves no doubt as to my endeavors. But like it or not, I listen as Dr. Alice has the chairs moved while she and D make small talk.

“Put that leather piece right here in the center. The canes over there.”

The men work in silence. Their thoughts concerning our sordid pose will remain unknown. With D apparently reaching for a considerable number bills, the men thank her profusely and leave without comment.

With their departure, the voice of a third woman can be heard. More small talk ensues as D reaches under the blanket and rolls up my hood. My eyes slowly adjust and D folds back the top of the blanket.

A smiling Dr. Alice says hello, and I bow my head when she addresses me as D has instructed.

Also introduced is a very cute Asian woman. She is young and dour. When D ari

ses, she removes the blanket leaving me kneeling, completely exposed to Dr. Alice and this girl I am to call Miss Laitai.

As much time as I’ve spent without clothing, being in the presence of three pairs of inquiring feminine eyes is embarrassing. My already erect appendage twinges and D gives the command that she explained at dinner.

“Present yourself, James.”

I stand, part my feet and place my hands on my head. I never realized how I could feel so exposed with such a simple posture.

Dr. Alice just smiles, being intimately familiar with me. But Miss Laitai looks at me as if I am a side of beef. I would soon found out why.

As opposed to the reaction of most women her eyes move to my backside rather than my stiff penis. She steps forward and palms one buttock than the other, seemingly interested in the thickness of the flesh and underlying muscles. She also pointedly requests that I lift one foot than the other, carefully examining the soles and instep.

“He likes showing off, D. You’ve worked him nicely,” interjected Alice.

“Laitai spotted this interesting piece. With the private cars, I thought it would come in handy.”

In the center of the high ceilinged dome section is this strangely shaped leather covered stool. Two of the unoccupied chairs have been removed, evidently carried away to the car’s baggage room. The third has been pushed into a far corner.

“James, move this chair, to the other corner. Laitai will need the space.”

D

The remaining leg of the trip was exhausting. The train left St. Paul on schedule for Shelby, a trip of some 18 hours. It gave Laitai a good opportunity to get to know James.

I was happy to engage her services. Washing and shaving James was initially fun. But I was wearying of it over the past few weeks and henceforth that became Laitai’s chore.

She was also responsible for assuring that he remained chaste and was in the proper frame of mind to serve. The act of physically serving was not sufficient. I insisted on complete mental capitulation, and watching Laitai work, I was comforted to observe the zeal with which she executed her responsibilities.

I wanted James to be completely obedient, humble and to revere me. I also wanted him to fear Laitai, so much so that he would pine to have his head between my thighs and lick and suck my sex with relish rather than feel the wrath of Laitai’s hand. Serving me would become his only refuge. And those seemingly endless sessions impaled and reamed by the ‘man spreader’ would become welcomed recreation for him. Something he would beg for, given the privilege of speech.

And so, James was introduced to the amazingly effective trauma of not only facing the cane, but one wielded by a young but skilled and relentless woman.