Alice and I return to my apartment and decide to let James mellow out with the subliminal tape for a while longer. It has only been two hours and the dear boy’s penis indicates he’s enjoying himself.
While I prepare sandwiches, Alice circles the cage looking at my new plaything.
“Yes, D. He is lovely. A nice sized sac. Under sized penis. Appears to be in good physical condition. I assume you’re going to exercise him more?”
I nod.
“The penis size fits the typical profile. But you’re more aware of that than I am.”
If only James knew that two women were discussing his body as he helplessly knelt, completely exposed to our gaze. I felt some moisture between my thighs thinking about it. I often wonder if Alice feels the same in these situations.
We leisurely eat lunch sitting about my bedroom. James begins to waggle again which causes Alice to laugh, fully aware that he is essentially trying to massage his prostate by flexing the male muscles against his butt plug.
“They’re all the same,” Alice commented with a smile.
“That coffee table in the living room looks useful, D. Do you have any sheets?”
I smile and laugh. The table to which she was referring I had purchased especially for these occasions. It is simple and strong and only Alice would notice the camouflaged eye-hooks I had embedded into the sides. The casual observer would think such was part of the decorative design. But instead I used them to restrain naughty boys and put them on exhibition. Alice’s mind works like mine. A male form kneeling on the table could be secured with his torso and buttocks at just about waist height, leaving him quite vulnerable to the inspecting eyes and the penetrating hands of the curious female.
“I’ll put on a white smock, D. I think something provocative and brief for you, covering the areas the male finds pertinent but still alluring.”
Yes. Dr. Alice has done this so many times.
I strip and begin to rummage in my dresser drawer. A nice tennis outfit should do. With no undergarments the short pleated skirt should be very suggestive...and provide access should I desire James’ tongue.
I glance over my shoulder. Alice has removed her clothing and is unpacking her bag. Still in wonderful shape, no one would guess she’s in her mid forties. Daily exercise does wonders, I think to myself. And she still shaves her genitalia.
Sometimes the aging process enhances the dominant female. Dr. Alice used to line up the boys for ‘short arm’ inspection and it was very comical to watch her barking commands to a group of naked males. Now with the commanding presence projected by her maturity, I believe they’d be jumping to submit. Simultaneous cunnilingus and analingus was her favorite recreation. How she could remain standing with one young male kneeling to her front and one kneeling in back was beyond me. Superior will and leg strength was the only answer. She enjoyed the male tongue so much I believe she designed her workouts just to develop the muscles needed to overcome the fatigue of extensive oral service. She was insatiable and could outlast most tongues...
The tennis outfit is perfect. I had it shortened years before, and it just covers my pudendum, except when I move. Then in the front it flashes some pink between my thighs and in back it bounces off the lower buttocks displaying some crack between the cheeks.
Dr. Alice’s smock is the epitome of professionalism. It even seems to flatten out her magnificent breasts. But alas, that is her role, the ascetic, genderless physician.
I find a set of white sheets. While Dr. Alice drapes the coffee table I turn on the microphone. James is awake but in a deep reverie, similar to a daydream. The sensory deprivation has that effect. Bringing him back to reality takes a moment and to me it’s an arousing scene. The subject is always so grateful and compliant. If James had a tail, it would be wagging.
“Dr. Alice is here James. She wants to examine you.”
He stirs and attempts to move, forgetting how carefully and tightly I bound him to the cage bars. Within a minute the hood is removed. The cuffs are released from the bars and tethered together. While James’ eyes adjust I snap on the leash. It’s quicker to have him move while sighted. And I want him to see Dr. Alice in action. There is nothing more humiliating than one of her intimate physicals.
Dr. Alice
Obedience to authority is an interesting phenomenon. With my introduction by D, James exits his cage and mounts the makeshift examining table with a degree of obeisance that is comical. James appears to be a clumsy child, trying to please but finding it mentally and physically difficult to do so.
I gently but firmly instruct him to move about on the table. There is no real purpose for this other than to establish my control. He immediately responds and I manage to hide my smile of satisfaction. For the next hour, he’s mine.
I have him kneeling on all fours with thighs well spread. In deference to D’s recent regimen of full time bondage, his wrists and ankle cuffs are quickly clipped to the table’s numerous eye-hooks. His collar is removed. I want nothing hidden from view, not even his neck.
I begin with a rectal thermometer and of course encounter one of the huge butt plugs that so enthrall D. I cluck my tongue in feigned admonishment and give it a tug.
“Push for me James. I’ll need access to your rectum.”
It glides out.
I deliberately over lubricate the thermometer and James cannot hold it in place, particularly since D has so stretched the sphincter.
“Head down, arch your back James. Yes. Point your anus upwards so the thermometer doesn’t fall out. Remain motionless.”