A Gift From James

Again I looked up to see D wearing a distant smile. She was dreaming about something and it was apparently rather pleasant.

r /> Dr. Alice began to manipulate. At first it was painful and I spasmed. But her knowledgeable hand soon found a magical spot and I felt a very strange but enjoyable sensation. She was massaging my prostate. I lowered my head and looked between my spread thighs. There was a stream of fluid dripping. Dr. Alice had placed a small specimen dish on the white sheet. She was collecting what she was milking from my gland.

Twice I could feel myself ‘pull the trigger’, attempting to activate the muscles for ejaculation. Nothing happened and amazingly, Dr. Alice felt the muscles move both times.

She laughed.

“He’s quite oversexed D. He’s trying his best to embarrass himself by climaxing right here in front of me, the naughty boy. But he’ll learn over time.

“This is not yours to control any more.” This comment was directed to me and emphasized with an incredibly firm squeeze of my erection.

Finally, there was nothing left for Dr. Alice to inspect. She had completely removed any remaining dignity and opened me in a most humiliating manner.

Deep down, there was a strange feeling of satisfaction beneath the superficial emotions of anguish and degradation. I knew then that I was owned.

D

Watching the tears form on James is both heart rendering and arousing. This reaction to Dr. Alice is exciting to watch. A grown male has knelt and given her unfettered access without uttering a word of protest.

Yes. James is ready to make his gift. And he seems to enjoy Dr. Alice’s handiwork so much that I think the operation will be performed with only local anesthetics. James will be able to watch.

The examination ends and I continue to soothe James while Dr. Alice packs away her paraphernalia.

It’s late in the afternoon and I’m sexually excited. I always feel wonderfully decadent when the urge for sex comes in daylight and the thought of a matinee looms.

Alice looks at me with a knowing smile. We’ve done this so many times we can read each other’s thoughts.

“He’ll be ready for your toy in another week the way you’ve opened him so far,” was Alice’s observation.

So many times she has observed me with my harness standing over a helpless male while I methodically lubricate the ‘man stretcher’.

No male ever thinks I can make him accommodate it. I always prove him wrong. But as Alice knows, it takes time. Damage must be avoided, and a well-stretched backside will actually beg for more attention if properly introduced to the delights of anal penetration. So, I patiently open the male in stages. And the interim oral gratification is more than acceptable.

I locate James’ collar and decide to give him a treat. While I loop it around his neck I ever so slightly separate my thighs and make sure my brief skirt is hiked up a little more.

Sure enough, my subservient friend cannot resist. His forehead moves to my abdomen and his tongue thrusts out, just able to lick the lower portion of my outer labia. It feels good. I am somewhat moist from watching Alice ply her craft and having the hot wet tongue obsequiously lick is not only physically enjoyable, but the mental aspects of the act of submission bring a satisfying smile.

I’m going to need more. And I cannot spoil James.

I let him lap away and look to Alice. Her hand disappears underneath her smock. She also is aroused by my pet.

We nod to each other. That’s all it requires.

James

Holding the pose for Dr. Alice was exhausting...buttocks up, thighs spread, and head down.

But her massage of my prostate was oddly both satisfying and frustrating. I greatly needed to ejaculate. When D began to replace my collar I could not help but humbly lick her charms. Perhaps I can inveigle her to take me to her bed, I think to myself. But meanwhile I lick...and lick and listen to Dr. Alice softly laugh.

Alas, it was not to be.

Although greatly aroused, D curtails my oral efforts, snaps on my leash and leads me back to my cage. There the wrist and ankle cuffs are secured. She disappears and returns with another orange, slit in four places. I do need the sustenance and I am grateful when she dangles it in front of me.

I suck with my lips and thrust my tongue through a slit.

As I work the delightful juices, I hear the sounds of sighs and kisses. Then the sound of a zipper. Next, the two women, completely naked, prance into the bedroom. They’re holding hands and laughing as both crawl atop D’s large bed.

D lies down with her back to me. Dr. Alice positions herself facing me but with her feet on the pillow end of the bed. Completely ignoring me, their lust is apparent. Sappho would blush watching the hungry, simultaneous oral attacks perpetrated on the two sets of beautiful pink labia.