Chris’ head slowly shook, knowing that the removal of the clamps was the most painful part of the slow punishment. Still, he/she remained motionless as the right was removed and, after a measured pause allowing the rush of pain to subside, also the left.
“Sometimes Chris needs encouragement to better obey,” was the concluding comment, as the reddened areola slowly returned to its normal shape.
The inability to distinguish the gender of Chris was frustrating but deliberate. For a man with Mr. Suburban’s proclivities, the tight, lubricated rear aperture of the partially compliant plaything was the only attribute of consideration. And I had interviewed some sodomites who, although not gay, preferred the male backside and theorized that certain anatomical differences made their passage naturally tighter.
So, it was evident what delights Boy would be required to present to Lady Constance’s guest. And there was certainly no question as to his gender despite Mary’s extensive cosmetology.
Jasmine was called and she entered wearing her starched, white uniform. After greetings were exchanged, Lady Constance politely suggested that Jasmine chaperone Chris, while Mr. Suburban introduced himself to Boy.
“Jasmine gives an excellent massage,” was Lady Constance’s comment, and the vivid morning wrestling came to mind with Boy twisted like a pretzel on the floor of the special room.
After a nod from Mr. Suburban, Jasmine moved to the supine hermaphrodite and incredibly picked Chris up with just her left hand grasping the top of the single glove. Her right hand slipped under the leather pubes patch and Chris let out a load moan.
“Oh, my. Aren’t we going to have fun?” was Jasmine’s reaction.
“Please remove Boy’s wire before bringing him in, Jasmine. We’d like to watch him tumefy when he hears my voice.”
Jasmine nodded but seemed distracted. Whatever Jasmine’s hand discovered under the brief covering excited her, for without releasing Chris’s ankles Jasmine dragged the helpless form to the door. Whenever the restrained feet moved in attempting to achieve balance, the entrapped tendons caused the leg muscles to painfully spasm and Chris would lurch toward the floor. But Jasmine had a firm grip on the single glove, which held Chris up, but also caused more pain in the arms and shoulders as in falling they were awkwardly bent up and back.
The comical march resulted in Chris trying to hurriedly bunny hop to wherever Jasmine wanted to go despite whatever reservations about her intentions.
As the door closed behind them, Lady Constance turned to Mr. Suburban.
“Don’t worry. She’s very skilled with the strap on.”
I used the hour as an excuse to beg my leave. It was apparent that whatever activities were planned for Boy, they were intended for privacy.
The sunlight disappears quickly when flying eastward. The clicking of cabin lights interrupts my concentration, and I join the surrounding passengers, reach upwards and illuminate my darkening pad with a push of my finger. After a pause, I decide to record my last meeting with Lady Constance in more detail than originally intended.
The last New York contact with Lady Constance and Boy occurred about ten days after Jasmine’s interview. I had requested her assistance in arranging a visit to the clinic where Boy had under-gone his initial training. In a telephone conversation, Lady Constance suggested th
at I stop by the hotel and retrieve a letter of introduction and other documents, which would ensure a fruitful journey.
Jasmine answered my knock on the hotel room door. She smiled courteously, and I could not help thinking that the same smile appeared every time her powerful hands secured Boy’s stretching cords, or unmercifully tugged on a limb, or gently dabbed away the stream of tears after the winch was given an extra quarter turn.
It was late morning and Jasmine informed me that Lady Constance was awake but not yet ready to face the day. It seems with Royalty, very little effort was ever expended before lunchtime, and I therefore was not surprised when Jasmine led me into a huge bedroom where Lady Constance lay in bed covered by luxurious sheets.
What did surprise me was Boy’s presence. He was docilely hanging on a frame within reach of Lady Constance. It was either the same frame or an identical one to that upon which he hung at the start of Jasmine’s interview. He was not infibulated, and it was interesting how accustomed I had become to viewing the enormous erection pointing straight up with the gold trinkets seeming to support the bulbous purple head.
Boy was blindfolded with a thick, dark cloth, which also covered his ears. The bulges in the cloth indicated that something had also been inserted into his ears.
“He’s much more capable of holding his erection when he cannot see or hear,” was Lady Constance’s reaction to my inquiring gaze.
“Over the years, I have found it a most pleasant way to welcome the morning.”
She reached over and palmed the massive scrotum. Her brief bodice, which provided a moderate degree of modesty, failed to hide her right breast when she stretched out her arm. A most attractive and symmetrical nipple flashed into view, perched atop a perfectly rounded and firm mound of feminine flesh. Her touch caused Boy to twist ever so slowly on the free hanging frame. His penis seemed to waggle in response and with a smile she retracted her hand to right her garment and one again cover her mammary.
She turned her attention to me nodding to a nearby chair where I was to sit.
“The contents of this envelope should provide you with unfettered access to the clinic, Doctor. I have also included an airplane ticket from Berlin to Aruba. After your visit, you may wish to stop in at my Caribbean retreat. I’ll be there for the entire month of February, barring an attack of extreme boredom, and if you come I believe you’ll find the activities to be of interest.”
There was a knock on the door and without any response a woman entered carrying a tray of food. I had apparently earned enough of Lady Constance’s trust to be permitted to truly sample her life style, for the woman was completely nude and was without hair. Everything, including eyebrows, pubes and head hair had been removed.
Attempting not to stare, I quickly scanned from head to toe and my eyes encountered a thin but formidable chain around her waist. A second chain attached to the waist chain at the area of the lower belly ran to a patch of steel covering her pubes. Another chain evidently ran between her legs and back up to the waist chain at the rear.
Lady Constance anticipated my question.
“I keep Nancy chaste. She works much harder to please knowing that I have the only key to her belt. And with the insertion of some clever oriental balls, she’s kept on the brink of orgasm. Exhibiting Boy’s erection keeps her focussed and if she’s a good girl I’ll let her lick these nice plums.”