Teddie is completely exposed...forced to show off his maleness for the Dominant female. Really they are my organs...rendered useless to him...I just like to look at them and show them to friends...like Matilda.
Teddie’s erection swells unbelievably. I have never seen him so hard. And he blushes like a young girl.
I send him for more port. He walks gingerly with the length of metal between his thighs. The little nub abrades the urethra...as intended. His balls bounce in the pedestal with his every step.
Our conversation leads to my little birthday gift. Yes, Matilda’s libido is stirred by my exhibition of total control and I know her choice of subject matter is deliberate. She thanks me again. She was enthralled with the stern Nurse Jasmine and her delivery. She would like to visit the Island some day.
And then comes the question I have expected for most of the evening.
“But he receives no sexual gratification at all?” She inquires.
“He is psychologically satiated by serving women. That’s how he’s been programmed...for want of a better word. But physically there are certain procedures that are required from time to time.”
This intrigues Matilda. I hint and reference the den.
“I have had to diversify my collection of instruments. It seems a simple crop will no longer suffice.”
We watch Teddie clear the table. When he stands near Matilda it appears as if he is offering her his testicles as some kind of exotic dish. She smiles.
I decide to step up Teddie’s discomfort and signal him to move to me. I remove his blouse. He is now totally naked but for his heels and his maid’s cap. His nipples are crinkled in excitement. I have inserted simple beaded bars into the openings made deep under the areolas at Constancia Island. I am planning expensive jewelry for him...but that can wait.
“I’d like to see your collection.”
Yes, of course you would, I think to myself. What aficionado could suppress the request?
I smile. Perhaps I have invited her for that purpose. Has dinner been a subterfuge I have unwittingly perpetrated on myself? Perhaps…but Matilda is certainly interested and she has not been the least bit shy about Teddie. And I myself am prepared. Beneath my elaborate dinner gown, I wear nothing.
“Bring more port into the den, Teddie. I want to show Matilda my collection of rattan.”
Yes, I have found need to use the den for more than just office work. Working the doorman was enjoyable so I installed some very subtle eye-hooks and purchased an ottoman which to the uninitiated appears to be nothing more than an elaborate foot rest.
As I show Matilda the various whips, crops and canes, the subject returns to Teddie’s gratification.
“If you’d like to put off your evening excursion to Greenwich Village, perhaps Teddie can receive some ‘gratification’ this evening.”
Matilda has been so loyal and I know she has my best interests at heart at all times…so she smiles.
“Your neighbors will not hear the noise?”
“This room adjoins my own bedroom and the pantry. The floor and ceiling are thick. You may flail with impunity.”
The minx removes her ornate dinner jacket to reveal a sleeveless bodice. I could not have recommended a more suitable garment to free the arm for a brisk caning.
“You would not mind if a seek my own satisfaction while you work him, Matilda. You’ve seen the elaborate altering of his tongue.”
We know each other so well after five years of working together...she just smiles with the thought.
“Teddie, get yourself a Kotex and then come back and position yourself on the ottoman.”
He appears most forlorn yet his well secured penis twitches in anticipation.
“He secretes terribly when he’s excited. The caning causes the most interesting release of sperm.”
Yes, Teddie will effectively masturbate himself into the Kotex covering his new opening...feeling nothing but the shockingly crisp pain of the cane. On the first occasion he wet the ottoman. Now I know better and adhere the absorbent pad to cover his new opening.
I hike up my dress and position myself in a very comfortable chair. Teddie’s tongue and lips will service me until Matilda’s arm tires. With its new length and implanted bumps he can actually service my ‘G’ spot.
Such a pleasant way to spend an evening.