For some reason I remained standing with my hands neatly folded on my fuzzy cranium. Ernie opened the envelope, quickly removed some greenbacks and stuffed them in his pocket.
“Remember I mentioned bachelor parties, Alexi. Well Madam Chang runs parties. Not necessarily for prospective grooms but for visiting businessmen. Guys who are in town from other places. You know, away from their wives and girlfriends. She does what we kind of do here, only more privately and more upscale if you know what I mean.”
It could not possibly be on a lower scale, I felt like interjecting. But I bit my tongue. I had learned that the amount of my daily take of quarters was quite subjective. At the end of one particular day during which I expressed a degree of sarcasm, the bag contained only $15.00. I got the message.
“Madam wants you at the Hilton tomorrow night at 8:00 p.m. You heard her about shaving. The going rate is $50 and you’ll probably be there for two hours or so. Plus, the party guys will probably throw some dough your way. They all got expense accounts...”
My heart leapt at the $50 number. And for only a couple of hours! At that point my daily take at the peep show, after a full eight hours or so of degrading exhibition, averaged $30.
When Ernie slid the envelope back toward me I grabbed it with the zest of a child handed a gaily-wrapped gift. I was excited and almost forgot about my daily bag of quarters. I for sure forgot about Madam’s question concerning whipping.
“I think it’s time for your collar and belt.”
r /> Ms. Powers’ suggestion brings me back from my reverie.
Yes, as always she is correct. I am too aroused and without the proper restraint will find myself being disobedient.
She steps back and the front of her skirt slides off my smooth shiny head. It is my duty to retrieve the leather implements from the nearby buffet. Ms. Powers disappears into her bedroom as I buckle the collar around my neck and do likewise with the waist belt. She returns with a small jewelry box and a smile.
“That little gift I mentioned. I had you measured during your last gynecological examination. They should be perfect.
“Spread your feet.”
She places the box down as I comply. The waist belt has many attachments two of which are wrist cuffs at the right and left hips. She quickly straps in my wrists. The cuffs are comfortable but tight. Then she opens the box and kneels.
“Goodness, Alexi, You are fragrant. No wonder Bobby says the dogs yelp when you’re nearby.”
I flush with her comment. Yes, I can smell the aroma of my excited sex. As written, Ms. Powers insists I go natural. In a recent visit to the doctor, his attempt to disguise the reaction to my odor during the referenced examination was most humiliating. And Bobby, the dog trainer, finds it to be most amusing to watch the large male dogs savor my aroma. I am powerless to stop the antics as they bark and energetically push their noses into my nest. Ms. Powers’ was not explicit concerning my status with regard to the dogs. Judging from the care and relative level of freedom the canines are afforded it is most likely that their status is above that of mine.
“Hold still.”
I look down to see two sizable gold balls, connected with a length of elastic cord.
“Custom made for you, Alexi. A little gift from the Fatipton Estate”
She spreads my labia and inserts the larger of the balls. With my wetness, it slides in all too easily. The second follows as her long fingers work the first well into my vagina. Then I feel my muscles contract, sucking the perfectly sized sphere right up to my cervix. The elastic cord causes the second smaller ball to dangle at the very opening of my vulva, tantalizing my sensitive inner labia.
“Perfect. The doctor said your strong pelvic muscles would hold it in place.
“Walk a little.”
The sensation is indescribable. My muscles involuntarily contract against the deeply inserted ball as if squeezing the head of a penis. The second ball dangles just inside the entrance to my vagina but when I move about the elastic cord seems to stretch and it pops in and out, as if someone is fingering me. I tug my arms against the firm wrist cuffs. My vulva desperately needs attention. Ms. Powers laughs with the futile attempts to free my hands for play.
“No. No, Alexi. You know that’s not permitted. We need you aroused for lactation.
“But you can spend the night with me. First let’s take a little walk. It looks like you’re really enjoying your new jewelry.”
Yes I am... too much.
Ms. Powers finds my leash in the buffet. She clips it to the front of my collar and leads me out the door.
Chapter Twenty-six
As Ms. Powers and I enter the hallway my mind wanders to that frightful night in the New York hotel.
I knocked on the door of room 827 as instructed on the typewritten note in the envelope. I expected to be greeted by Madam Chang or a bunch of horny businessmen. Instead a middle-aged woman opened the door and as I peered down at the note to assure I had the proper room she bid me to enter.
“Quickly please. You’re expected upstairs in an hour.”