A Gift From James

In all those encounters, in all those years, my fantasy had never been fulfilled. This beautiful, authoritative girl had never actually touched my penis, stroked me to climax, as I so often fantasized in my masturbatory daydreams. How many times had I ejaculated with her, for her, because of her? While she stood over me and I cowered below bringing myself to orgasm by imagining her devious smile, her bright eyes, her stern demeanor, her commanding voice, but most importantly the touch and feel of her fine effeminate hands around my throbbing young manhood.

With these thoughts, the distant voice begins. Another message. Is it perceptible? Yes, somewhat. It is D’s voice and I obediently listen.

D

We returned to our suite from a wonderful dinner. Food at the spa was more than adequate and the service was most entertaining. A young, striving but starving actor was our waiter. As referenced the male servants were selected based on size, and Alice could not help applying the briefest of caresses to his long penis and watching it grow. After which he served us erect for the entire meal, with Alice applying occasional, what she termed, maintenance strokes.

We gave Laitai the remainder of the evening off. There was a very active nightclub within the spa, and for the dominant female of her age, the night was young and the available submissives many.

James was hanging as we had left him, seeming to be intently listening to the tape, which is expected in suspension. There is nothing else to do. Even if he were to dream, the subconscious mind absorbs the message.

I promised him a treat and the relationship I was building demanded I be very careful to do precisely as I indicated, both in reward and punishment. Henceforth, James would understand that my word was final. My decisions were the ultimate. My judgement unquestionable.

So we undressed. Alice could not help but fondle and kiss my breasts before releasing James. And I in turn hugged her in my arms crushing together our mammaries. Viewing James’ naked torso with attached parachute and his neglected penis thrusting out was distracting yet served to heighten my arousal.

It was difficult but we finally we got down to business

I released James from the harness being very particular to ensure that he realized my state of nakedness. I let the tip of his erection touch my abdomen and thighs and even pulled down his hooded head to allow him a lick of my breasts.

The ‘male barometer’ waggled and both Alice and I smiled. The male submissive was so predictable.

I removed his parachute, carefully recuffed his hands and led him to the bedroom. There I lay supine, and let James follow the sound of my voice until he found his treasure. Within a minute my hooded plaything was kneeling between my thighs feasting on my aroused love pot. It was like watching a hunting dog sniff down his prey.

His tongue really was divine. Supple yet strong and when combined with well trained lips that gathered up and pulled on my labia with such gentle but ardent sucking...well...all my efforts were rewarded.

As planned, Alice knelt behind him. She had donned well-lubricated latex gloves and James was in for the treat of his life. Unbeknownst to him...the final treat. The consent forms and a pen lay on a table I had moved just inches from the bed.

When Alice initially touched his rock hard penis, James just about jumped off the bed. Nothing had touched it for days and the sensitivity built by weeks of chastity must have been overwhelming.

“Relax, James. Let Dr. Alice take care of you. She knows more about your orgasm than you do.”

With these words his tongue attacked with renewed vigor. James understood that weeks of built up frustration would end. What he didn’t know was that a lifetime of frustration would begin. Alice gave James a few strokes with her experienced right hand. A sample, Alice used to term it, in her more active days.

“Once the male fully understands what awaits, he’s yours,” she used to lecture me.

“And by intermittently stroking then stopping, plus varying the firmness, you establish control. He’ll become docile, waiting for the next stroke. Expecting more. But understanding that the timing is not his to dictate.”

And so James found himself in the hands of a most accomplished masturbatrix with the added thrill of being permitted to utilize his newly acquired oral skills.

Alice stopped stroking and merely held James’ penis, pulling in downward and using it as a handle while the fingers of her left hand began working his anus. Slowly, gently, she worked her way inwards, careful to make the penetration as sensuous as possible. This was to be James’ night of pure pleasure and before the ending, James would have every erogenous zone stroked and caressed.

With three fingers inserted, Alice announced the prostate was hers and that James’ flow of pre-ejaculatory fluid was abundant. Meanwhile, James was bringing me to several vaginal orgasms and my clitoris was patiently awaiting the first touch of his lips.

James was sedulous in taking in my juices. Much training and encouragement had taught him that wet sheets were a punishable offense and the attention he gave to his efforts reminded me of a mother cat attentively licking her kittens.

Then Alice proclaimed full penetration. Her small but knowledgeable hand had completely disappeared, engulfed by James’ puckered pink sphincter and he groaned with that strange combination of pleasure and agony that the prostate gland so mysteriously provides.

Meanwhile Alice firmed her grip around the dripping, turgid manhood and pulled further downward. James could not ejaculate. Not with Alice at the helm of his pleasure boat.

He began to moan. Alice’s unseen hand was working deep in James’ colon, the underutilized gland receiving long over due attention, begging to be relieved.

James spoke. In violation if the rules but expected. He could not help himself. He begged, beseeching me for relief and wrapping his lips around my clitoris as a proffer for pleasure.

“Would you like to come for me, James? Yes, I think you would.”

I paused letting Alice demonstrate both control and determination in preventing his climax by pulling down even more.

“Well, if I’m going to release your hand, there are some papers here you can sign first, then you can show off for us. Masturbate like a boy and stroke yourself for Dr. Alice. She likes to see naughty boys abuse themselves.”