Jamie sits in the refurbished kitchen of the surprisingly large house. Built for the manager of the logging company which owned the land some one hundred or more years ago, Josie explained that he had a number of children and since lumber was readily available, size was not a consideration.
“Spent a lot of time and money in refurbishing the place,” Josie explains offering another spoonful of Viagra laced pablum. “Everything modernized, plus added some features... for keeping a girl. You noticed the shower last night.”
“It’s large, Ma’am.”
“Yes, so I can step in and bathe a girl. Hygiene is important when kept.”
“I can feed myself, Ma’am... you know without...” rattling his wrist shackles.
“Yes, you can. But not right now. In good time. Need to get you in the right mind set,” offering another spoonful.
“After breakfast I need to feed Rex... soon to be one of your many tasks. And you can explore the house. Shuffle about as best you can. Then I have something for you to read and study. And then there will be some training.”
“Will I... you know... have clothing, Ma’am?”
“In time. But for the training I need you nude. I’ll make sure the house is warm in the meantime,” Josie highlighting his nakedness in reaching reach to diddle a nipple.
With that there comes the sound of barking.
“That’s Rex. He knows it’s feeding time and wants to remind me. A herding dog. Protective... and well trained. Keep in mind, Jamie, should you be naughty and decide to wander off, Rex will encourage you to return. I’ve got some things ordered for you that will preempt that. But Rex is good back up.”
Josie rises from the table, going to prepare a bowl of dog food.
“Go... Jamie... enjoy your freedom. But don’t leave the house. Your sore feet won’t take you far... and Rex is very vigilant.”
Well bound, Jamie cannot push back his chair, instead turning in his seat and awkwardly managing to rise to his feet. He finds Josie to be correct, last night’s two hundred yard scamper to the house on gravel brought scrapes and much tenderness. He hobbles forth on the tiling, the soft comfort of the living room rug a much sought destination.
At the doorway he turns to gaze at his captor. Josephine Collier as a college cohort is obviously his mother’s age. Dark hair, short and cut to the jaw line, it is apparent in having for the most part rebuilt the house, that she is not only skilled but a woman of determination. And strength, manning hammer, saw, an assortment of other tools. It seems the stack of firewood in the livingroom plus the huge pile outside the front door resulted from hours of wielding an axe and felling trees of substance. In wearing slacks, such are tight, but not effeminately. Such are filled out with muscle, buttocks, thighs and calves well developed... in an athletic manner.
Taller then him, shoulders broad, Jamie felt the strength of her hands and arms as the woman gruffly sponged down his nakedness, gratefully reigning in her power as she paid particular attention to his male package. Yes reigning such in to the point he again hardened for her.
Such embarrassment.
With the thoughts he looks down at his shorn pubes berating himself. He ceded to her, letting her have her way.
Yet, had he a choice in the matter? So many locks, cuffs and chains.
The woman is not gorgeous. But oddly Jamie senses odd attraction. Is it her strength? She has bested him. And oddly he begins to feel twinges, thinking of the soft soap, the warm chamois, skinning back his foreskin, the inspection and surprisingly gentle cleansing. Yes, thinking about it excites. He blushes anew. It was not wanted. Or was it?
Josie turns from the kitchen counter, bowl of dog food in hand. She notes Jamie’s look. Her eyes lower to his pubes. Well aware that, though it’s only been some two days since he probably last touched himself, the libido of a teenaged boy is rampaging. She smiles, knowing that he is slowly hardening, the Viagra breakfast taking effect.
“Thinking about touching yourself?” Josie inquires, her comely smile broadening.
“I... I...” embarrassment glowing, Jamie turns to move onward.
“No, no. Let’s finish what’s started,” Josie pleasantly suggests.
Jamie ignores, chains rattling as he begins to step away.
“Stay!” the command forceful. “Turn back.”
Once again, Jamie realizes he has not much choice in the matter. He obeys, berating himself anew in feeling himself further hardening.
Why is this?
“You’re acclimating quite quickly, Jamie,” Josie coos. “Just let it happen. Penis in full blossom for me. It’s a phenomenon that’s becoming more and more understood... to bond with your captor. Now I’m going to feed Rex. Only takes a moment. I want you at full stand by the time I return. Last night I had to lend a finger. This morning? We’ll see.”
Jamie is aghast. But deep within he knows his erection will soon be fully raging. Her words? Her presence? He is bonding with his captor in physically exhibiting strange attraction.
Why?
Then he thinks of baring himself last night... to be shackled... sensing twinges. Later, after the ordeal of being run to the house, lying to shame and bewilderment he became fully erect, the trauma notwithstanding, the sole grazing finger bringing a brisance... and an erection of stone.
What is happening to him?
Jamie maintains his place as directed hearing Rex the dog bark in greeting his breakfast. Then with a short gust of cool morning air the door opens. Josie returns.
“Very obedient,” Josie notes.
Indeed, peering downward, Jamie is chagrined to see his penis is rock hard.
“And a nice tribute for me. Go. Shuffle about with that nice stiffie,” Josie repressing a chuckle. “And think about what you’ll find attached to the banister going up the stairs.”
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