The Constancia Compendium
I cannot help but smile as his gestures become animated. Though I cannot understand a word I unlock the padlock and watch in amazement as the collection of leather, testicles included, swings down to his knees. He reaches down and grabs the strap and pulls it to his front. Then he sits on the john and I understand the whole encounter. Teddie needs the key to use the bathroom. How devilishly dominant.
For some reason I cannot resist taking the strap in my hands. I gently pull upwards and Teddie’s fine genitals arise. He has an amazing long scrotal sac and I knead his gonads with thumb and forefinger. When he empties his bladder without use of his penis it comes as no surprise.
Yes, as Mrs. D suggested, Mr. Dalton has been altered.
Having a man by his balls causes arousal and I become mischievous.
“So you now squat to pee, Teddie. Just for what do you use that penis? I guess it’s quite the ornament for Mrs. Dalton. You’ve got no use for it.”
Teddie blushes divinely. He wipes himself and I wonder who taught him and how humiliating it must have been the first time he had to squat like this.
Well, Mrs. Dalton wanted to embarrass. And she’s the boss. So when he stands I release the leather strap to let his testicles swing to his knees. I reach out and find the clasps for the brief skirt, unsnap and pull the abbreviated garment away.
“We’re really all girls here, Teddie. You won’t need this.”
I laughingly toss apron and skirt into the nearby laundry hamper. When I turn back Teddie the maid has a much thicker penis locked to his waistband and his tanned skin has turned crimson.
“Come. I want to see you serve dessert.”
I take the strap again. I step to the door and tug. I can feel wetness between my thighs. I have a man by the balls.
Chapter Thirty Five
Mrs. Dalton
Having Matilda work Teddie is one of my better ideas. A dominatrix herself, though inexperienced and rather frustrated in her search for a proper relationship, I know she will not shrink in horror with Teddie’s modifications.
So when she returns from the bathroom leading my obsequious maid by his scrotal strap, I am warmed.
“I am happy to see you could be of assistance,” I offer in encouragement.
She sits and Teddie serves dessert naked from the waist down. After two trips to the kitchen, however, I take the time to reconnect his parachute to his waistband. Teddie has enough trouble walking in heels without having his overly long sac in the way. Besides, when it is pulled back and locked in place it has the effect of displaying his organs like the plumage of a peacock.
The humiliation keeps him stiff. And Matilda has a difficult time concentrating on dessert...a soufflé that has been baking while Teddie was forced to entertain in the bathroom.
We finish and Teddie serves a rare port. Matilda is a loyal secretary and deserves a touch of the good life. And it is amusing to see that she cannot take her eyes off Teddie as he so humbly stands ready to serve.
Then I remember a little gift forwarded by the staff at Constancia Island after I paid the bill. Judging from Matilda’s reaction to the evening’s escapade I think she will enjoy the clever affectation.
“Teddie, go get your pedestal.”
His face betrays the slightest cringe...a sign of negativism for which he will pay. But he turns and hurries off to the den.
“The wonderful women of Constancia Island sent me a little gift. They have the most interesting equipment.”
My maid returns with a finely crafted shiny piece of metal. I release his scrotal parachute and remove it. Matilda gasps when she sees his freed testicles swing about. Obviously she has never seen anything like genitals stretched by the expertise of Lady Constance’s Bagandan women...and it is a sight to behold.
“The lubricant.”
Teddie is ready as expected. I apply viscous lotion to a section of the metal apparatus, which w
ill slide into Teddie’s rectum. Milled by Constancia Island’s computer controlled machinery, the sizable bulb is perfectly crafted to fit based on Teddie’s magnetic imaging scans. The shape is tapered. His sphincter will hold it in place.
“Turn, spread and bend, Teddie. Show Matilda how much you like to show yourself.”
He complies, of course. I hook one end of the curious contraption to his waistband. A slim bar of smooth metal fits between his buttocks and the anal plug is perfectly measured to slide into his rear portal. As I do so, the opposite end rises between Teddie’s thighs. I must be careful to align a little nub designed to fit into Teddie’s new pee hole. When I finish there projects to the front a little tray...a pedestal. It is cupped and crafted to hold Teddie’s useless testicles.
He knows to straighten himself and turn to me. I arrange his fleshy pink scrotum so it lies in the tray. It appears as if someone is cradling them in the palms of their hands. The device is held in place by the connection at the waistband and the anal insertion.