A Gift From James

Then he left leaving the door ajar, much to my chagrin.

Ms. D spoke. “We’re going to have a visitor, Jami. She says she knows you.”

Within ten minutes a woman stepped through the door without knocking. She was of my age. Trim. Confident. Handsome. She said hello to Ms. D, and was introduced to Ms. Laitai as the manager of the spa.

Then when she turned and looked straight at me, her mischievous smile simultaneously rocked my cortex along with the recognition of her name.

It was Eve!

“Well, James. Long time no see. Or should I call you Jami?”

Then she laughed. And it was such a familiar laugh. The timbre was matured but the staccato was the same, which most found pleasant, except if they were the target of her derision, in which case the sound could be most irritating.

And hanging helpless, naked, and newly emasculated, I could not help but feel her ridicule, particularly when my physical reaction to her presence caused my bells to ring.

She poured herself a glass of wine and stepped closer. Laitai had had me spend the entire afternoon in the spa beauty parlor. Over the past four weeks, just about all my body hair had been removed and my cranial hair, approaching the length of a page boy style, had been meticulously coiffured. My effeminate appearance was being enhanced each day, and Ms. D insisted on what she termed ‘mirror time’, where I was placed before a mirror and forced to perceive each progressive step of my transformation. Ms. D would stand beside me and effusively compliment me on any recent change, such as my plucked and trimmed eyebrows, further tearing down what little male psyche that remained.

“You look as young as when I last saw you Jami. But you’ve changed in other ways.”

I seethed and struggled against my bonds, as Eve laughed at her own joke and the loudly ringing bells. She then reached out and toyed with my scrotal bells to emphasize the change. And more frustratingly, I felt my penis stir. I closed my eyes afraid that Eve would notice, and of course she did.

“Goodness. Some things don’t change though.”

She laughed again and this time Ms. D joined in the mirth caused by my embarrassment. I felt the blood pumping throughout my body. I opened my eyes and looked down. ‘Little Dickey’ had risen again. The rage was indescribable and yet, I felt oddly servile. As angry as I was, if released I would probably have found myself trying to masturbate for her, this time in vane and under the most humiliating circumstances imaginable, without the ability to perform and ejaculate for her.

The women talked. At length. About me. About my childhood experiences with Eve. About life. About Ms. D’s plans for me. About Eve’s wonderful job as manager of the most elite yet sordid vacation destination in North America.

The two women got along famously with me as the common denominator. And I just hung in my harness, physically comfortable but psychologically tormented.

The wine bottle was about to give up its last drop when Eve turned to Ms. D, sanguine with their compatibility.

“You know D, there was one thing I always wanted to do. Well, to be honest more than one thing, but perhaps you can humor me.”

Ms. D nodded, seeming to know what it was.

“Go ahead, Eve. I doubt if he’ll complain.”

Eve put down her glass, arose and approached with that appealing smile which she had used to con so many. She stood before me and laughed softly. My penis was still semi erect.

“It’s my turn with Little Dickey now, Jami.”

And she began to play. Her fingers were experienced. Firm yet soft, she knew the male organ. She also seemed to realize that the scrotal rings were a source of arousal and she toyed with them with impunity, seeming to taker great delight in the sound of the bells.

Life is filled with irony and I had suffered through so much. But this could not be exceeded.

A lifetime of fantasy was coming true. The beautiful little girl, to whom, for whom, with whom, I masturbated from the beginning of puberty, actually since before puberty, reached out and stroked my weakened, hormone deprived manhood. And it felt so good!

“It always was small, Jami. But so delightfully obedient to the whims of a firm woman. You’re going to miss your nasty habit of displaying it to girls.”

I closed my eyes and she worked silently. Had I not been harnessed, I probably would still let her play, as humiliating as it was, her manipulating fingers were fulfilling a lifelong fantasy. All the reminiscences came back. From the mink cage to graduation. I concentrated. I so wanted to perform for her one more time, only this time as I had so long fantasized...with the pleasure of her touching and feeling the male organ that so attracted her youthful curiosity. I so much wanted her to squeeze the very last drop of male essence from me. For ‘Little Dickey’ to manfully erupt and soak her with the puissant semen which I had for so long mentally stored for her eventual return. To impress her with my power and potency.

I felt that special valve open and then...nothing happened.

“Wouldn’t you like to come for me, Jami?”

Eve’s mocking words, carefully chosen from our childhood rendezvous enraged me. She fully understood my impotence.

But Ms. Laitai had warned me. Her words echoed in my mind.