A Gift From James

Little did James realize that the oral strength and dexterity needed to eat an orange by sucking out its contents without use of his hands would greatly facilitate his oral skills. His cunnilingus was adequate. But I wanted perfection and stamina and he would develop it.

Hunger dictated that he make the attempt. And I became satisfied with his initial efforts. Just holding the large sphere in place so that his tongue can penetrate the slits is difficult. But to collect the juice and gather up the pulp will require much practice. Fortunately, I have many oranges and James has much time.

The hanging orange also imbues James with the ability to properly position his head while performing cunnilingus. Standing before the kneeling, naked male while he obsequiously parts my labia with a strong but supple tongue can be a deliciously powerful sensation. Thus, I want his neck muscles well acclimated in order to maintain such a pose until I’m satiated.

I shower and dress. The bobbing orange can be fun to watch as the thrusts of James’ tongue cause the fruit to escape the grip of his lips. But as stated, he’ll learn and with his need for nutrition he will involuntarily develop indefatigable tongue muscles

By the time I’m finished, James has consumed about as much of the orange as possible, though a good portion of the juice appears to have dribbled down his latex covered chin.

Well James, I think, you’ll just have to do better.

Before leaving for the airport, I remove the orange and place the headphones over his ears. I also fasten his neck collar to the right and left side of the cage, and string some cords from his hood to various places on the bars. This restricts the movement of his head. The headphones will remain in place. The hood deafens him somewhat, but the static noise will penetrate. And the programmed subliminal message will be just the right volume. As I turn to leave I’m chagrined to see I forgot to plug him. It is easily rectified and of course as I insert James’ favorite new toy, I avail myself of the opportunity to apply the most subtle of strokes to his penis, instantly bringing it to full blossom and leaving him something to think about.

No good byes are required. He cannot hear anything but the monotonous noise.

Dr. Alice

I haven’t seen D in three or four years. We used to spend much time together. Although her base knowledge was extensive I taught her much about male anatomy. She taught me much about the mental aspects of the male animal.

Together, we broke many a male. Few were able to withstand the combined mental and physical aspects of our dominance.

But in the long run, one must put aside recreational pursuits and make a living. Thus, I took a position in a St. Paul medical facility, leaving the Chicago area and my good friend D behind.

When D called and said she found a gem I was happy for her.

“This one I’d like to keep forever, Alice,” she effusively explained on the phone. “His psyche is quite malleable.”

So I couldn’t refuse a friend. The idea of revisiting the Canadian spa intrigued me. It was very enjoyable in our younger days of experimentation. Fun for a few years, wearing for too many, but the thought of an occasional return seemed refreshing.

The plane landed on schedule and D was waiting for me. The years have been kind to her, although at 31, that’s not to suggest she is old. But she is graced with a type of beauty that the passing of time seems to enhance.

We spoke on the drive back to her apartment.

“We’re just about through phase one, Alice. He’s displaying dependence and a need to please me. After two sessions of sensory deprivation with subliminal recordings, he requested the vasectomy. Of course I had some unexpected assistance last night. A vanilla stud I like to ball from time to time. He turned out to be a rather interested observer and just by happenstance pushed James’ buttons just right.”

D giggled like girl. I could tell she was fascinated with her acquisition. She recounted the entire evening and we laughed together like old times.

“I’ll want to do a complete physical, D. As simple as the procedure is, it’s important we learn everything we can about James. The information will also assist in his transition.”

D nodded. As usual we were on the some wavelength.

For the remainder of the drive the conversation turned to old times. No more needed to be said about James.

James

Again I was immobile. The static noise filtered through the hood. I was blinded. After sleeping off and on since early the previous evening, I was alert. And kneeling on all fours makes sleep nearly impossible.

So this time, I wait for D’s voice, determined to once and for all ascertain what it is saying, if in fact there is a voice.

Interesting how sound or the expectation thereof so pre-occupies the mind when all other senses are limited. Of course I can taste and smell orange, which thankfully was better then the mush D had spooned into me. And feel. Yes, I can feel the butt plug. And I assume I’m erect since D nicely stroked me before leaving, if in fact she left.

Or is she watching me? With Mr. Dinnerdate!

My mind again begins to foment recalling the antics of the prior evening. Being lead about naked, erect and on a leash for the amusement of D’s male friend was most humiliating. And worst of all it didn’t lead to the passionate love making that I expected.

The voice! It’s somewhere in the background of the static. This time I will listen very carefully and determine what it is saying...

D