This is the last posted segment.
See the July 26 post for information concerning purchase.
*****
Shuffle indeed, the chain strung from right ankle to left does not permit a full stride. Hobbled, Jamie departs the kitchen in thought, heart pounding, feeling his face flushed in embarrassment. Out of sight he tugs at his restraints, hands fighting against the short chain connecting his wrists to the waist chain. Instructed not to touch himself, he must try, his erect penis seeking attention, a puppy sitting up and begging for a treat. Jamie thinks of the many times he furtively addressed this condition, sneaking off to his bedroom... perhaps the bathroom... stroking away. What was Aunt Josie’s question in the car... does his penis spit?
Yes, it spits... and it so much needs to do so now.
What is this all about? This Josephine Collier women describes herself as eccentric. More disparaging terms come to mind. And she and his mother were lovers! Such a shock, learning that upon her demise.
To the livingroom, Jamie is stirred from his thoughts. Told to think about something attached to the banister, for the first time he notes the otherwise unnoteworthy wooden rail leading up the stairs is anchored by a steel post at bottom. And such is set in cement! Jamie ponders. It appears that the entire house structure could burn down and the thick post of some four feet would endure the flames.
But of more significance, attached at the base is a thick chain leading to a neatly curled pile of links. It’s of heavy gauge, the loops much thicker than those constricting his arms and legs. Visually examining, the sight brings a frisson of fear. To whatever the chain is secured... and Jamie has an inkling... there cannot be any resistance... to fight such a binding would be futile. The mass of metal... appearing to be tempered steel... seems to be sending a message... yield... comply... succumb.
Still, Jamie cannot help further examining. He cautiously lowers himself, awkwardly managing to kneel. He is supplicating, he thinks to himself as he shuffles closer, bending at the waist to place his fettered hands on top of the pile, fingers brushing about, rubbing a few of the heavy links.
“It excites you doesn’t it Jamie?” Josie having quietly followed him from the kitchen. “What do you think I will do with that?”
“I... I... don’t know... Ma’am.”
“Well if you’re going to serve me... and you will serve... you’ll need some degree of movement. More than you have now. Cooking, cleaning, doing my laundry will require using your hands... and less restriction of your feet. The chain is long enough so that you’ll be able to access every room in the house. Even go out to the back porch to feed Rex. But I’d not want you to go further... be tempted to depart. You have until the end of the day to decide whether to accept my governance... and the chain... or head back to Brookline. Here to be indentured... receiving food, shelter and care... or there to be free yet homeless, begging for food and a place to sleep.”
The words bring Jamie to tremble. Yet he cannot bring himself to stop rubbing the thick chain.
Josie steps behind, arm extending, fingers of her right hand toying with his long blond hair.
“Yes, it’s tempting, Jamie. There’s a bit of your mother in you. And in many ways you will serve me as did she.”
Jamie turns his head, looking into the eyes of... of... his governess?
“I’ve always had fantasies of owning... a person... a slave... a sex slave. I think you’re that person Jamie. But as I’ve suggested... the sex slave in my fantasy is a woman... a girl. You’ll need to make that transition... stay and you will make that transition.”
Josie speaks in a low steady voice. Jamie finds it to be hypnotic, no words of protest or refusal to be found.
“I have ordered... let’s term it jewelry... for you. Be coming in two weeks... maybe less. And something for you to wear. Though it appears exhibiting yourself to me completely naked is less than objectionable,” Josie leaning, a finger grazing over an erection that has not wavered. “In the meantime, you will study... learn to cook... to clean... the way I want it done. And you must learn to look pretty for me. Coif your hair... shape your eye brows... apply makeup.”
Josie shifts, hands slipping under Jamie’s arms. She lifts, demonstrating amazing strength, Jamie finding himself returned to standing with little need for using his leg muscles.
Why does the demonstration of power bring a sense of comfort, being handled like a doll?
Then the hands lower, smoothing over his buttocks then playfully squeezing. Jamie is further embarrassed by the somatic reaction of his penis. His erection waggles, seemingly in gratitude.
“Cute. Let’s visit the basement. You’ll need help with the stairs. I want to show you where your transition will begin... your physical transition. I’m sure your mother told you I was a surgical nurse.”
*****
To the basement, Josie leads opening a heavy wooden door. In steeping down she turns, right arm reaching.
“Careful, Jamie. I’d not want you to fall.”
Knowing the hobbling chain allows one cautious step at a time, Josie lends a hand.
“You need to stay balanced.”
There comes another symbol of the woman’s prospective governance. The hand palms Jamie’s newly shorn scrotal sac, then slowly and gently curls in closing about his plums.
Words of protest begin to sputter. Then realization truncates true objection. First the woman is in total control of his well trussed nakedness, physical resistance futile. Second, Jamie is chagrined to find the tender grip of her warm hand mollifies.
Left foot down, followed by the right, the duo slowly lower into a surprisingly well lit chamber.
“The laundry room is over there. You’ll have no trouble using the machines. But of more interest to you, I’m sure, is my little operating area. Installed some expensive equipment. I can do minor surgery.”
Josie seems to enjoy leading a boy about by his balls, hand remaining in place even after the stairs have been negotiated. She leads to an area lit by intense mercury vapor lamps. The floor is tiled as are the walls. Various devices surround an operating table. Jamie is trembling again. She of course can feel it, finally releasing her grip.
“No need for concern, Jamie. All that will happen to you here will be for the best. That quick body shave last night... well... having to regularly do that will toughen your skin. I want my girl smooth of course... but also soft. And in time you’ll also want to be smooth and soft for me.”
Jamie is horrified to find himself nodding in agreement.
“There will be a minor oral procedure... to excise the frenulum. A quick incision to that useless flap of skin under your tongue will improve your oral capabilities... allowing your tongue to become longer... and stronger.
“Then there’s that annoying foreskin of yours,” Josie going to a cabinet to extract a device of stainless steel. “A Gomco clamp. Adult size. They’re using lasers for circumcision now. Less painful... faster healing. But I think it’s best this way. The message... my message... of power and control will be better received. As I said, some local anesthetic so you don’t pass out... but not so much that you won’t feel a woman’s hand modifying you.”
Jamie begins to visibly shake. Josie smiles. Such frail masculinity, the prospect of losing a little flap of skin bringing convulsions.
“And then there are the locking rings for your corset.”
Josie puts aside the Gomco clamp, picking up and displaying two heavily gauged steel rings, some one inch in diameter.
“Corset?”
“Oh yes. I want you looking girlish for me, Jamie. It’s a stiff garment which will encase your tummy and back. Give you a nice shape... more or less train your torso and shape such that your buttocks protrude for me. You’ll need to move about arching your lower back. The rings will be implanted here... and here,” Josie’s index finger pressing to Jamie’s rib cage left and right. “Locks will assure the corset stays in place. It will become a part of you... except when I bathe you.”
Wide eyed, Jamie stares as a smiling Josie pinches, gathering a thick tuft of skin some eight inches below his armpit and pressing to it one of the rings.
“Won’t be too hideous. Though not feminine, we can’t have you taking off your corset for no reason, can we?”
Jamie is overwhelmed. The envisioned configuration horrifies. Yet his alternative?
“If you choose to go back to Boston... Brookline... you need to start by mid afternoon... during daylight,” Josie returning the rings to a cabinet. “A skirt, blouse, I’ll even offer a sweater. But the road will be tough on your bare feet. Need help getting back up the stairs?”
A part of Jamie says ‘run’! Get away! Another part oddly welcomes her guidance... beginning with the return of her warm knowing hand about his balls.
“I... ah... guess that would be best, yes.”
“Of course it would. Boys so much like a woman’s attention... there,” nodding to an erection that will not quit... despite the emotional trauma.
“Come,” her hand lowering to once again offer guidance by way of his scrotum.
