Miss Elizabeth's Captive

Chapter Sixteen

“So, you grace us with your presence again.”

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Liz could be sarcastic at times. This was one of them, having been commanded to her apartment under the threat of blackmail, my presence could not be considered one of grace.

I once again knelt in the examination room finding that the blonde ingenue Jamie had quite the skill for applying bondage. My wrists were again drawn behind my back and uncomfortably hitched to the broad neck collar. Cuffs also encircled my ankles but were not yet secured to anything. And all forced upon me by a lurid videotape.

Jamie shaved my groin area, this time quickly removing the stubble which had accumulated over the past week. But on this occasion he also took the time to briskly slide the straight edge over my legs. He giggled as he childishly compared our hairless thighs...his so effeminately curved... mine still evidencing the athleticism of youth which twice weekly visits to the gym scarcely maintained. But the lack of hair was eerie in the mirrored reflection, and Liz caught me peeking when she stepped to the doorway.

Jamie returned with her, having exited to answer the door. The sound of the ring put me in a state of consternation. But I calmed my concerns, convincing myself that Liz’s examination room would certainly be off limits to visitors.

My eyes followed the pretty blue diminutive skirt to a cabinet and the dreaded anal plug made another appearance. Liz spoke as Jamie moved to my rear and dainty, gloved fingers again lubricated my sphincter.

“I trust you’re not overly shy, Sam. I’m hoping that the past visits have eroded any bashfulness.”

The inflatable anal plug wormed its way past my rectum. Before I could answer, Liz placed a hood over my head and then reached under Little Sam to use my scrotum as a leash, which she was wont to do.

“I am having a little dinner party. And you’re a special guest.”

Blinded, I was pulled to standing and my directional judgment told me that she led me into the capacious living room. The tube connected to the anal plug dragged along behind me on the floor along with the puffolator, producing some very bizarre sensations within my anal opening. Then there were voices. My skin turned anserine and in my extreme humiliation, Little Sam decided to draw everyone’s attention. I heard feminine laughter as he slowly stood while Liz continued her directing tugs.

“This is Sam, everyone,” Liz’s voice called out with mirth.

Numerous mocking female voices collectively chorused a ‘Hello, Sam’. I remained silent as Liz let go and I felt fingers about my neck collar.

“He’s been well tested and will put on a good stand,” Liz announced as I felt familiar tension on the collar. Whatever was attached to the sturdy rings...cords, ropes, chains...forced me to my toes. Then I felt a spreader bar being hooked to my ankle cuffs and the anal plug began to expand with the sound of hissing air. And of course Little Sam saluted in earnest.

I was happy to be hooded. I pictured little Jamie scurrying about with a serving tray looking perversely child-like. The thought of him dressed so wonderfully effeminate and acting as maid to a room full of women seemed to harden Little Sam.

Then there was laughter, clinking glasses, the occasional exploring touch of a feminine hand on my penis and testicles. It was as if I was an ice carving at a fashionable bridal shower. But I had to endure comparative comments about my size, shaven pubes, the handsome circumcision which initially attracted Liz, whatever women will say when gaining the opportunity to view the male organs with impunity.

And one voice...middle aged, confident, occasionally interrupting itself with a throaty laugh.., was frighteningly familiar. But I could not place the source...and in a way I did not wish to learn its origin. The owner of that voice took particular perverse pleasure in squeezing the puffolator and closely watching Little Sam’s reaction.

After an hour or so, I did not regret the call to dinner, leaving me standing well bound and naked as the guests sauntered into the dining room. I believe I remained erect and could feel prostatic fluid streaming down my shaft to my scrotum. Gratefully, after a time, little Jamie came and soothed my wounded psyche, opened the valve to deflate the anal plug, then proclaimed the need to serve dessert and again left me alone.

But then it was time to end the assemblage of voyeuristic termagants. And I was hoping that my ‘surprise’ would wind to an end. It didn’t.

“Gather around, ladies, and we’ll view the ultimate in male lust. Despite this brute’s masculine virility, he’ll put his homophobia aside and respond to the well trained touch of another male…and he’ll so much enjoy it. Watch the hypocrisy as Jamie makes him erupt like a volcano. And I assure you, despite all else you hear and see, in the end he’ll ejaculate like a randy boy.”

I recognized Jamie’s grip. Firm yet soft, bending Little Sam down at that impossible angle. I knew that despite my homophobia, my ingrained aversion to the male touch, as Miss Elizabeth so emphatically stated, I would soon be begging to be brought to climax, by another male, with the group of Dominant woman watching. I was the entertainment once again. And Little Sam was to disappoint no one.

After many agonizing, pleasurable, ecstatic yet humiliating minutes, while Jamie stroked and twisted, I begged for release. I knew that Liz once again gave the nod as the inflatable plug expanded, the chains tightened, and my penis was finally righted to permit the expected explosion of sperm.

There was a mocking cheer as I erupted. This time I missed frottaging against Jamie’s fine nakedness, his smooth warmness. But the presence of so many viewers added an element to the sordid scene that seemed to spur Little Sam to new limits. I am sure I flooded the floor with my ejaculate.

Then, even more to my chagrin, Liz announced my surprise. “This one will be as much under my control as Jamie,” Liz proclaimed. And immediately after Jamie’s tender hands cleansed Little Sam and my scrotal sac with a pleasantly warm and moist wash cloth, something was being placed around the root of my penis and balls.

“Just developed. An ineluctable cock cage. Locked in place with your hostess having the only key.”

Something tightened around my scrotum and Little Sam. Then I heard a click and the spreader bar was removed and the neck collar released.

Remaining hooded, I listened as the group bade goodbye and the gathering dispersed.

“Good boy, Sam,” Liz offered as her hand once again turned my genitals into a leash. This time she tugged on what was locked around my scrotum. And I was led away. For the first time, I was permitted to be in Liz’s boudoir.

Chapter Seventeen