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Stories... Female Domination... Male Submission Return to Pink Flamingo Paperbacks Home Page A Gift From James by Chris Bellows Copyrighted © 2001, all rights reserved. James
Sleeping was difficult. There was foam padding in the bottom of the cage
but my weight caused my knees to push right through to the hard steel surface
below. Besides, humans don’t usually sleep on all fours. After an hour or so, I learned that I could twist to one side, lower my
hips and lie down, despite my wrists being secured. It was then that I slept. Sometime in the middle of the night D arose. She went to the bathroom,
came out and threw a blanket into the cage. A bowl of water was retrieved from
the kitchen. When she slid it through a small slot in front I craned my head as
far as I could and kissed her hand in gratitude. She smiled knowingly, patted my
head and returned to bed. I awoke often. The blanket had slipped away and did not quite cover me.
Frustratingly, I was unable to right it with my wrists secured. Not only was my
position uncomfortable, but I was hungry. D had not provided dinner. I found
myself lapping from the bowl to stave the sounds of my growling stomach. Finally, as the bedroom began to glow with the rising sun, I again awoke
and instinctively knew that I could not return to sleep. The hunger pains
combined with the awkward position just would not allow me further rest. So I returned to my kneeling position and watched D sleep. She was
gorgeously angelic in slumber. Her rich black hair flowed over her pillow
framing a face, which in its quiescence seemed to have been chiseled by a master
sculptor. She stirred from time to time and for awhile the sheets fell away and
exposed to my gaze her breasts. Perfectly formed, not small not large, I
recalled the first time this beautiful kinky woman permitted me to indulge in
their charms, licking and nibbling at nipples I found to be wonderfully tactile.
Then I felt deep in my lower belly the twinge of that magic male valve,
and when I looked down could once again watch my penis slowly stiffen. Looking
at it caused its swelling to hasten and I realized how randy I had become,
tumefying even without the aid of the butt plug. So there I knelt. Calmly waiting for D to end her somnolence. Wondering
when I would be fed and what strange things I would have to endure in order to
be relieved of my abundant hormones. And my bladder filled once more... D
On Saturdays I let myself sleep late. And on this Saturday, I slept well.
With the morning light, I twice awoke to catch a glimpse of James
patiently kneeling in his cage waiting for me. With such a comforting vision of
my power and control, I rolled over and soundly slept more. I knew he was hungry, having deliberately not fed him the night before. I
also knew that he could not bring himself to soil the padding in the cage.
Therefore, when I rolled over I imagined a very hungry and bladder-filled James
eagerly greeting me when I chose to arise. I flushed with the thought and
re-entered a deep sleep. Finally, with the bright morning sun illuminating the bedroom, I glanced
at my clock. It was after 9:00 a.m. and there were things to do. Dr. Alice’s plane was scheduled for a noon landing and James did
require attention. 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.”
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