A Gift From James

I sleep in the nude so when I slid out of bed I knew James would get quite the show. But I was not shy, and adding to his torment was enjoyable. He could look but that was all. I wondered when he would realize that his little penis would not be entering me for quite some time.

Well, better to let the anticipation linger, I thought to myself. His training will progress much better with the eventual expectation of copulation. Which he will have, but under new terms. My terms.

So I eased myself out of bed and gave the puppy a gracious smile. His eyes followed and I was happy to find that my command of silence was being obeyed. Slowly I walked to the bathroom. I knew he likes my breasts and to my amusement he’s already stiff. My tape seems to be working, I think to myself, and after only two sessions. My analysis is correct. James is quite susceptible to subliminal suggestion.

I leave the bathroom door open and urinate providing more suggestive sounds. Then the show ends as I don my robe and return to the cage.

“How about a walk?” I suggest, knowing that cramped muscles must be exercised.

He nods eagerly and I pick up his hood, collar and leash from the dresser. That reminds me of my harness, which lies close by in the top drawer of the dresser.

Yes. An ominous message, I think to myself. I retrieve my favorite toy and step to the cage. There I wordlessly hang the harness on the front corner. Firmly attached to it is the ‘man stretcher’, my pet name for one of the largest rubber phalli obtainable.

It’s deliciously evil, and James looks at it with despair. Did I hear him gulp?

But he’s not ready for it yet. Days of stretching and opening his backside still need to be undertaken.

Some would find it strange that he cooperates as I slide his hood back over his head. But what choice has he? No hood, no walk. There’s no urgency for me to open the cage. The urgency is for him.

So again he is hooded, then collared and once he’s sightless, rearranging his wrist cuffs is effortless. And even if he struggled, the cage is well pad locked.

When I tether the wrists I provide a connecting cord which is less than a foot long. Same with the ankles. It serves as a constant reminder that he’s in bondage, since almost every movement is restricted by the short cords. It provides for a wonderfully humiliating crawl, since he can only advance his knees and hands by the short length of the cord. And off course, provides an element of security for me, should James decide to prematurely end our little game.

I lead him around the apartment for a time, then take him into the bathroom. There the bathtub serves as a likely place for ablutions and grooming. He struggles somewhat to crawl in, but I assist with pulls on the leash.

“Just use the tub James. Do your business then I’ll wash you down, shave your pubes and we’ll select a nice sized insertion for you. My doctor friend will be visiting. I want you presentable.”

James

Emptying my bladder while lying supine was difficult. Kneeling in the tub was surprisingly easy. I guess I was becoming accustomed to D’s control. She stood by and encouraged both acts of excretion and again sounded like a mother, this time potty training a toddler. I felt myself redden with the embarrassment, but I needed to relieve myself.

Afterwards, she turned on the shower and gently soaped my entire body while the remnants of my bodily functions disappeared down the drain. She had wonderfully skilled and soft hands and took her time washing every nook and cranny. My cuffs got wet but she suggested that I not be concerned.

“Plenty more sets to work with,” she commented.

My groin and anus were left for last, and she attacked those areas with an aggressive application of soap and firm hands and fingers. It didn’t take much for my erection to return and when she inserted two fingers into my pliant rectum, I felt my already stiff penis spasm.

“My, my James. You are the randy one today.”

With my scrotum well coated with soap, I next felt the glide of a razor. She moved me about, even having me roll to my left side then instructed me to raise my right thigh. This exposed me completely and I heard her laughing while she quickly worked the sharp instrument. Quite deftly. And when she smoothed her hand over the finished surface, I could tell from the lack of friction that she once again turned my pubic area and scrotum into a surface resembling a baby’s buttocks.

Again I asked myself where she would have acquired such a skill. Shaving one’s self in such an area is difficult enough, but to be able to so quickly shave another, with speed and without mishap, is most curious.

She guided me back onto all fours and rinsed me. Then there was the application of a large fluffy towel and she gently and affectionately dried me. A slow crawl back to the cage followed.

D

Treatises on submission suggest that even the most basic bodily functions should be controlled and supervised. Having James relieve himself in my tub with my verbal encouragement is just part of a process. Not exactly sensuous, but observing James reach for the mental fortitude to perform for me is not only entertaining, but is a necessary function of his subjugation.

Back in the cage I replace his wet wrist and ankle cuffs with dry ones. I again secure his wrists to the sides. This time I have him spread his legs and also secure each ankle cuff to bars on the side of the cage. This separates the buttocks and leaves

his testicles hanging freely and deliciously exposed. I leave his collar and hood in place. Observing my nakedness will become a rare treat in the near future and I wish to dress without affording him any further sultry glimpses. And without sight, he’ll also listen better.

James needed to be fed and I needed to bath and prepare for a trip to the airport. I spoon some mush into his mouth, again controlling a basic function, then decide to begin a very important part of his transformation.

Something as simple as an orange can be very helpful. Having purchased a half dozen large and juicy navel oranges, I cut four slits into one, from top to bottom, and hang it on a string in James’ cage.

“Something for you to eat,” I suggest. “You’ll find an orange hanging just in front of your nose. If you’re patient, you can hold the surface by sucking it with your lips, then extract the juice and pulp by working your tongue through the slits. Enjoy.”