The Constancia Compendium

When Motamba announces dinner, the point becomes moot. I am hungry and somewhat tired. As entertaining as the day has been, it has also been long.

Lady Constance begins moving toward the dining room while describing her first solo pony ride.

“I could barely reach the nipples with the whip, but more importantly I soon learned to enjoy their strong yet tender tongues.”

She laughs with her summation of her efforts as we step into the dining room.

I too begin to smile with the vision of young hands wielding a thin whip, which harmlessly abrades the upper arms of a massive pony boy instead of striking its intended sensitive target. But as I begin to ask for details concerning her first experience with the renowned oral caress of a Constancia Island pony, the scene in the middle of the large dining room stops me in my tracks.

There, in the middle of the dining area, perched on a pedestal, is a beautiful young male. He is stripped naked and his only covering is a thick neck collar, which is chained directly above to a pulley hanging from one of the strong eye-hooks in the ceiling. The allowed length of chain forces him to his toes. A taut rope, partially bearing the weight of the captive, runs from the pulley above to the side of the pedestal where it is secured.

Numerous bright spotlights hanging from the ceiling illuminate his blemishless, white skin. He has been massaged with oil and since there are no other lights in the darkened dining room, the naked male form is highlighted and seems to glow. It is the refraction of the spotlights from his glistening alabaster flesh that lights the remainder of the room.

I glance to Lady Constance who upon noticing my reaction had subsequently stopped two steps in front of me. She turns back to me and laughs.

“Do you recognize him?”

Yes, I do and I nod accordingly.

Discretion prohibits publishing his name in this treatise, but helplessly standing in the Caribbean home of the most dominant woman in the world is the naked form of one of Hollywood’s most famous young actors. He has shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, and a perfectly sculpted body. With his first movie, the entertainment press hung the moniker ‘Adonis’ on him and the female teen world idolized him and crammed the theaters ever since.

We resume our journey toward the far side of the dining room where a simple table is set for two.

“I thought he’d provide some entertainment for us, Doctor. Famous actors aren’t cheap, but then there’s isn’t much I cannot afford.”

Yes indeed there isn’t, I think to myself.

Adonis fidgets as we pass by the pedestal. Lady Constance issues a pleasant but firm command.

“I want you erect. Make sure it’s firm and points to the ceiling for me during dinner. As you’ve been made aware, ejaculation is not permitted.”

His right hand immediately moves to his penis and begins toying. He is uncircumcised and sizable, but obviously not the largest I have seen in Lady Constance’s company. However, it is very nicely shaped and evenly proportioned with his testicles, which it occurs to me, have been cleanly shaven.

Having recently spent so much time with depilated males, Adonis’s hairless groin first went unnoticed. But as I scan his body I realize there is no hair anywhere.

“Part of the agreement. Jasmine shaved him this afternoon before he was scanned,” comments Lady Constance. “He’ll have some explaining to do on his next Hollywood date.”

She laughs with the thought of the film industry’s latest heart throb fumbling to explain to some young beauty that a rather large and powerful black nurse stripped and restrained him and then forcibly voided his entire body of hair.

We seat ourselves facing the pedestal. Ling is already kneeling in place. Lady Constance gracefully lifts her skirt and places it over ‘her’ head. The lithe, naked form moves forward and the top of ‘her’ head forms a bump between the wonderfully tanned thighs of the world’s richest woman.

Meanwhile, the hand of Adonis strokes vigorously, then having adequately performed its duty hangs to his side.

“Hands on head. Spread your feet. Remain absolutely motionless.”

Amazingly, he seems to jump at Lady Constance’s command and his hands instantly move to the top of his golden locks, submissively fold and remain so placed. With his neck held high, balancing on his toes seems to be mandatory, thus Lady Constance’s command to remain in place appears to be superfluous, as it is evidently the only comfortable position for him.

It is then that I see Jasmine standing in a dark corner on the opposite side. She is dressed, if that is the proper term, in black leather and holds a lengthy cane in her right hand. Next to her is a video camera mounted on a tripod. Its lens is pointed toward the pedestal and Jasmine casually moves to peer through the viewfinder then adjusts the focus.

“For my files,” my hostess explains of the taping. “I purchased some rather nasty photos of our acclaimed visitor. Seems that before his recent fame he used to engage in rather decadent sexual acts with people of the wrong age. On one occasion, he was photographed in flagrante delicto and some greedy person used the negatives as blackmail. I graciously rescued his career by acquiring all the evidence. Cost me much time and money, but I’m happy with the results. He’s agreed to entertain me from time to time as compensation.”

Lady Constance giggles with her understated description of Adonis’s endeavors.

“With additional photos and a colorful collection of video tapes, I can make sure he remains a good boy.”

Lady Constance’s skirt begins to rustle and the underlying bump moves. Meanwhile, porter number two serves soup and we begin a quiet meal with ‘Adonis’ standing erect and motionless within fifteen feet of our table. An occasional sigh from my hostess indicates that either Ling or the view of the handsome, naked young male is having the expected desirable arousing effect. The outline of her pointed nipples pushes through the thin cotton dress. On occasion, her hand pauses halfway between her mouth and the soup bowl. She is evidently experiencing numerous small orgasms, as any observer of the incredibly licentious scene would expect. What is not expected is how well she functions while being so thoroughly orally serviced and viewing the naked body of the handsome Lothario.

While waiting for the main course she leans toward me and speaks softly.