tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43561683084490346032024-03-19T04:27:23.641-07:00The Chris Bellows Bedtime ReaderThe demented musings of author Chris Bellows, mostly fictional. Strong D/s. Sexual mayhem. No macabre. Not for the uninitiated. Certainly not for the timid. Other stories available... http://www.eroticbooknetwork.com/
... www.pinkflamingo.com... www.lulu.com/spotlight/chris_bellows... see the June 23, 2011 posting for more sites.Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.comBlogger852125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-71984638537077313832024-03-16T00:00:00.000-07:002024-03-16T00:00:00.148-07:00'Podded', Segment XI<p>The big moment. I lead from the bedroom where I have been heartened to see Rhodi doff her staid attire and slip into a flimsy robe... and nothing else. It’s to the kitchen, knowing that Rhodi is most likely ogling the well rounded cheeks she is given to latch onto during our lovemaking.</p><p>“Bobbi, this is Miss Rhodi. While here you will treat her as your Master,” my tone firm and forthright.</p><p>I step to the side, not to impede Rhodi’s disapproving imperious glare. Bobbi respectfully lowers his face and head, though sans dress, dipping in a curtsy-like motion... hands moving out to his sides, left knee bending, right foot slipping back.</p><p>“Good evening, Miss Rhodi.”</p><p>In silence Rhodi assesses. The blond hair, neatly styled, parted in the middle, most effeminately covers the ears in a page boy. He’s made himself up well, apparently wanting to allure johns on Tenth Avenue. His nipples are crinkled, either in being chilled in stepping from the grill or with embarrassment in presenting his naked form to a stranger. Then I see Rhodi’s gaze lower, first noting the ungainly high heels, toenails pedicured with garish red polish, then to the shiny pod covering evidence of maleness.</p><p>“He’s wearing a maxi pad... made of metal,” Rhodi finally blurts with a chuckle.</p><p>And indeed the elliptical shape and placement of the pod spurs thoughts of women’s sanitary protection.</p><p>Straightening from his curtsy, Bobbi parts his feet, hands going to the back of his head, seeming to invite further inspection.</p><p>“He’ll not only welcome your touch, but thank you for the attention,” I encourage noting the sly look of wonderment in Rhodi’s eyes. </p><p>“There’s a tiny hole. It can’t be where he pisses,” the opening being at the top of the pod.</p><p>“For cleansing, for sauce, for punishment. He relieves himself through an opening at his perineum... near his rectum,” I remind Rhodi. “Requires much training to control the bladder. But as you know, his penis has been rendered useless... and untouchable.”</p><p>“But it remains,” Rhodi harping on her ‘thing with a penis’ objection.</p><p>“What’s left of it. I’ll be contacting the Director at St. Sappho, telling her of Bobbi’s change in circumstances. And arranging for a supply of sauce... transformation sauce.”</p><p>“Please no, Miss Joan,” Bobbi quite cognizant concerning the enzymes and the purpose thereof. </p><p>“Sush, Bobbi. Speak when spoken to. And if you’re going to be in service to us your emasculation must continue. Though I doubt there’s much remaining... little possible function... Miss Rhodi will feel better about it... your presence.”</p><p>I am heartened when Rhodi takes me up on my invitation, a hand reaching, fingers tweaking right nipple then left, amusing herself in seeing the nubs further harden. She’s touching ‘a thing with a penis’. A good step in acclimating. And Bobbi smiles and squeals, welcoming his new Master’s touch. Then I am further comforted, Rhodi directing our house girl. </p><p>“Serve the steaks,” her voice commanding.</p><p>*****</p><p>Is it the wine or is Rhodi finding joy... however much she tries to suppress it... in watching Bobbi’s effeminate nakedness prance about our kitchen on precariously high heels?</p><p>This is working, Rhodi pretending to be interested in desert... apple pie... in which she rarely partakes. Thus extending her time in gazing.</p><p>“Bobbi needs to be prepared for bed, Rhodi. Care to watch? Also Bobbi, I’ll need that blood sample.”</p><p>Bobbi bends to pour another cup of decafe. Rhodi is indeed feeling empowered, reaching to pinch a plumped cheek.</p><p>“She needs more exercise,” Rhodi’s gender confusion noted.</p><p>Yes, gifted athlete Rhodesia Cunumba keeps herself in shape, jogging in Central Park, weather permitting, otherwise enduring lengthy jaunts on the treadmill. In her mind the entire populace should so endeavor, even encouraging her bootlicking underlings at work to keep the waist lines limited and to eat healthy. </p><p>“Bobbi cannot run or jog in heels. And as I explained, without the special footwear he... she,” not wanting to burst Rhodi’s illusion, “must crawl.”</p><p>“Oh, so cruel,” the words of sympathy coming with a snicker. </p><p>“So when finished cleaning up, Bobbi, leave your shoes and go to the bathroom. I want you in the tub. Bath and douching.”</p><p>Bobbi nods and turns from the table, tending to the stove.</p><p>“Douching?” Rhodi inquires now with a giggle.</p><p>“His pod. Needs the same hygienic attention as your snatch.”</p><p>“Then I must watch,” </p><p>Coffee imbibed, stove cleaned, Bobbi clears the table then lowers himself to the floor, unraveling the straps for his shoes, entwined about his calves to lend support. Slipped away, I grab the heels, taking control. It was a quick and simple procedure on St. Sappho to assure feminine governance over Stage Six beneficiaries. No heels, no mobility. May as well establish the same protocol here.</p><p>Going to all fours to crawl, Rhodi watches, appearing to be mesmerized. Whereas ‘things with a penis’ have brought repugnance in the past I must assume, since there is no visible male appendage flopping about, she is sanguine. </p><p>“I can see her little pee hole,” Rhodi exclaims.</p><p>“The doctors on St. Sappho do good work,” rising from the table to follow, stooping, hands lowering, my turn to fondle the rolling buttocks.</p><p>“But there’s wet. Is she peeing?”</p><p>“No, Bobbi needs some attention. Males held in strict chastity have a gland that requires stimulation. His Master apparently became neglectful after marriage. So we’ll need to tend to it.” </p><p>Bobbi proceeds to the bathroom, knowing to position himself... herself?.. in the tub. I grab a bottle of vinegar then retrieve one of the hypodermic needles purloined from the hospital. To the bathroom, Rhodi follows. I note she is not overly attentive in holding closed the folds of her robe. Yes, she somewhat flashes her charms. Purely the alcohol... or is she becoming more and more at ease with ‘a thing with a penis’ in our home?</p><p>“Just a douche this evening Bobbi,” forewarning as I fill the large barrel of a syringe with vinegar then add warm water.</p><p>Bobbi kneels upright, hands to the back of his head, careful not to mess his pretty hair. The ritual of cleansing and rinsing his pod came nightly on St. Sappho. He learned it was for the best. He also learned that the special sauce which was introduced each morning and left to both moisten and gnaw away at his male bits was to be endured, a combination of burning pain physically and mentally the daunting awareness that the enzymes oh so slowly brought emasculation. </p><p>Rhodi smiles in noting the obsequious pose of our house girl, knees well parted, hips slightly thrust forth to present the gleaming metal encapsulating his pubes.</p><p>“Nice and warm for a good girly boy,” stepping to the side of the tub, syringe in hand.</p><p>I bend at the waist. My left arms reaches, hand going to gently grasp the right cheek to assure stillness. My right hand goes to the pod, slipping the needle into the tiny opening at the top. I press. The cleansing solution flows. Bobbi squeals with delight. Within moments the excess fluid begins streaming from the bottom of the pod, down the thighs and to the drain.</p><p>“See, our boy is being douched,” looking up to see Rhodi observing with fascination.</p><p>“So the pod... it’s like... forever,” Rhodi amazed.</p><p>“It’s part of him... as would be an artificial knee or hip.”</p><p>The barrel empties. I step to the sink and refill with plain warm water to rinse. </p><p>“Blood sample then a nice prostate massage, Bobbi.”</p><p>The process repeats for the rinse, water dribbling down the inside of the thighs to the drain. Then Bobbi knows to present his arm for the blood sample. Ostensibly I will have it tested for disease. But of more interest is to learn of his testosterone level. I assume it’s been many weeks since he’s endured the special sauce. The long, slow march to androgyny has thus been stalled.</p><p>That won’t do. </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-21104561931466501912024-03-09T00:00:00.000-08:002024-03-09T00:00:00.383-08:00'Podded', Segment X<p>I signal to Bobbi to begin grilling the steaks while I pour a large goblet of Merlot. This is a big moment. I need to learn of Rhodi’s mood and mind set before presenting our naked house girl.</p><p>“Welcome home, lover,” stepping to the livingroom and holding the large glass to her lips as a sacred offering. “Steak dinner tonight with caesar salad and baked potato,” Rhodi lowering her head to sip.</p><p>She smiles faintly. Then hearing motion in the kitchen, an eyebrow rises to wordlessly inquire.</p><p>“Chef Bobbi,” I succinctly explain. “You’ll find his St. Sappho kitchen skills to be exemplary,” putting the best light on things, thinking upbeat.</p><p>“So we agreed to experiment and the very next day I have a stranger in my kitchen,” the words calm yet rebuking.</p><p>“I didn’t want him working the streets too long, Rhodi. We made a decision and I acted on it before... you know... bad things could happen.”</p><p>Rhodi nods, understanding my thinking. I present the goblet again. She sips. I am encouraged to see her again smile. Acceptance? Or finding the alcohol welcomed.</p><p>“So the negligee,” finally acknowledging my attire, noting it veils little of my charms. “For me... or you teasing the chastised house boy... house girl...whatever?”</p><p>“For you my love. But it also makes a statement. Thought I’d demonstrate that as a servant... a naked servant... we need not be modest with Bobbi about... ah... how we... you know. He’s harmless. You’ll see. Nothing needs to change concerning...”</p><p>“Fucking,” Rhodi completing my thoughts most coarsely.</p><p>“We need not be furtive, that’s all. Come let me show you. I’ve brought some stuff from the hospital.”</p><p>I decide it is best to further assuage Rhodi’s concerns before formally introducing Bobbi. I lead to the spare bedroom, designated as mine early in our relationship.</p><p>“He’ll stay here.”</p><p>I have laid out the purloined Posey gear, the long straps slipped under the bedroom’s mattress and attached to waiting wrist and ankle cuffs. The restraints lie at the four corners, at day’s end Bobbi to lie supine, held just as he spent every night under my tutelage at St. Sappho. </p><p>“It’s termed four point restraint. While not being of use, he’ll not move about, disturb... you know... while we’re sleeping.”</p><p>“Fucking,” Rhodi again brashly corrects. “He’ll let you do that?”</p><p>“Oh, yes. He’s obedient. He knows that... well... the many months of being a handler sort of... ah... brings a girl to enjoy...”</p><p>“Fucking with his mind,” Rhodi again explicitly completes my thought.</p><p>“There’s more to the system... the restraint system. Couldn’t slip all the stuff in my hand bag. But what I brought will suffice for tonight.”</p><p>“More?” </p><p>“Very restrictive neck collar... prosthetic in immobilizing the head... and more straps... at the thighs, waist and biceps.”</p><p>I am heartened to see Rhodi suppressing a smile. It would seem that although Bobbi has a penis, strict bondage counters any concerns over displays of male superiority. Plus her latent propensity for dominance shows from time to time. Is this one of them?</p><p>“You know how to do this? Strap a boy down? Safely?”</p><p>I smile and nod, vigorously. Immediately realizing that with my enthusiastic response I am exposing my own propensity.</p><p>“Nursing school, Rhodi. There are patients who need to be prevented from injuring themselves. Part of the training,” probably a futile cover.</p><p>“Steaks, Miss Joan,” Bobbi calls out from the kitchen, gratefully ending the awkward exchange.</p><p>“Give me one second to get out of this business suit,” Rhodi needing to be more comfortable.</p><p>And I need her to be comfortable as well.</p>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-68319316663915739712024-03-02T00:00:00.000-08:002024-03-02T00:00:00.371-08:00'Podded', Segment IX<p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: inherit;">Having been podded in Stage Five training... calloused doctors adhering the smooth metallic ellipse, rerouting the urethra, reshaping the feet... there came Stage Six. For that it was Bobbi and I. No more masturbation, solo or mutual. No fellatio. No frolicking with other naked boys. Denial, the beneficiary’s genitals inaccessible and encased in metal. The change was swift and dramatic, from climaxing two sometimes more times per day to strict chastity. Nothing. No more climactic relief. For the beneficiary... emotional turmoil, the hormones levels quickly burgeoning.</span></p><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Nursing skills were put to use, assuring the pod was twice daily basked in what was termed special sauce... enzymes stimulating the skin cells... assuring the flesh was receptive to binding with the crags and micro fissures in the precisely engineered metal of the pod. After many agonizing minutes, there came cleaning sauce and rinsing sauce.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">We bonded, Bobbi and me. I was his only source of care and relief. Yet no sexual relief of course.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Yes, Stage Six beneficiaries, many years invested in training and bestowing skills, are indeed treated as prized show horses. Assigned our own cabin... Bobbi and I spent afternoons and nights together. I fed, bathed, supervised his appearance, his toilet and bedded him. The latter required four point restraint, another nursing skill in assuring both complete immobility and comfort.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Feet transformed, he had to learn to walk in unmanly heels... I held his hand in guiding and comforting. Without the footwear he had to crawl for me. To forgo moving about on hands and knees, he had to learn acceptance, willingly strapping his heels in place.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Mornings, while I attended nursing school, he attended lectures... advanced cooking... household skills... etiquette. Most importantly... cosmetology. One of my duties was to assure that he always looked effeminate. I encouraged... assuring such skills were not only put to use but became a source of pride for him. Stage Six beneficiaries learned to look not only pretty... but youthfully so. Masters were known to have a thing... their predilections acknowledged... the astute staff of St. Sappho knowing what pleased... and therefore what maximized a beneficiary’s value.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">‘You look very pretty for me today, Bobbi... like a cute little girl,’ learning to reward by diddling with a nipple, the sensitivity there growing each day, hormones building.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Fellatio training was more focused in Stage Six. No more haphazardly licking and sucking the tiny hard ons of his compatriots. Engaging in oral sex became more regimented... a ritual was taught.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">‘May I suck your penis, Sir?’ the question ingrained before each role play session.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Prospective Masters were men of size, well endowed, demanding discipline... no gagging. Thus more medical training came to be used. After the mandatory question was posed, faux phalli of size... large and larger by the day... were pushed to the back of the throat, gag reflex to be suppressed.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">‘Just relax... Bobbi. Let the penis tip slide in deeper and deeper.’</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And then came anal training, butt plugs, dildos... both growing in size. Required for that was the administration of a daily enema and abundant lubrication. A beneficiary learned his girlish cheeks were to be readily split for anal penetration at all times... at the whim of his handler.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">In bonding, the beneficiary learned not only to please... but became wanting to please. Such desire would later transition to pleasing a Master.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">A key rattles in the front door lock, ending my revery. My heart thumps. My lover Rhodi returns home from a stressful day in the world of big business. Hopefully such stress is to be tempered... ‘a thing with a penis’ not to further aggravate it.</span></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-1332586500148329582024-02-24T00:00:00.000-08:002024-02-24T00:00:00.248-08:00'Podded', Segment VIII<p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: inherit;">Not having to do kitchen work, I change out of my uniform directly into the sexy apparel Rhodi prefers. This evening a negligee... diaphanous... flashing both breasts and a well trimmed mons. There’s no point in dressing modestly in Bobbi’s presence... he’s seen, sniffed and tasted all... St. Sappho stage six training imbuing oral skills for not only Masters but for the satiation of handlers as well in order to acclimate to servicing prospective wives and girl friends.</span></p><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Rhodi’s reaction will be one of surprise... pleasant surprise? Or horrifying surprise. Either way she’ll settle into acceptance I’m sure.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I return to the kitchen. Bobbi is at work, his domestic skills on display... as is his complete nakedness. I reach and squeeze his buttocks... smooth, soft, inviting. He protests not, my hands and fingers are free to poke, prod and pinch... for the most part owning every inch of his hairless form.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“I found some steaks, Miss Joan. Baked potato. Caesar salad okay? Any food allergies?” trained as would an accomplished chef.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Bobbi turns and notes my allure, immediately putting down his utensils and kneeling. I cradle his head, drawing his face to my mons. His hands reach, attempting to part the flimsy folds.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“No, no Bobbi. That’s for Rhodi,” I admonish.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">But is it for Rhodi? As stated oral is not our thing, other than suckling nipples and breasts during foreplay. Will this work? I must give thought as Bobbi tenderly grasps my forearms, pulling away my hands. He begins to lick my palms as would a fawning puppy, that long, strong, broad tongue lapping, his trained mouth seeking to engulf my fingers in deference to his fellatio training.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The boy has such needs.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Thank you, Miss Joan... for caring for me,” the words so obsequious. “I will please you.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yes, you will, Bobbi. But I’ll need to have you tested. Draw some blood after dinner. And clean your pod. Good girlie boys get warm water,” my tone foreboding.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">I feel Bobbi shudder, recalling the punishment meted to bad beneficiaries once podded. Any number of sauces can easily be injected into a beneficiary’s metal covered genitals. Freezing cold water itself is a simple, fast and a readily available deterrent for bad behavior. Bobbi well remembers.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“I’ll be good, Miss Joan.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yes, you will. And as a reminder, my lover is Rhodi... Miss Rhodi to you. I plan to have her become your new Master.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“You’ve explained to her... who I am... what I am?”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“For the most part. We’ll see if she chooses to step into the role of Mastering you.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">It will be interesting. On rare occasions, when Rhodi has had a trying day, we don’t trib... embrace and frottage pussy to pussy. Instead she digs out her Feeldoe double dildo... designed for women by women. In venting her frustration my role is to submit to her deep powerful thrusts, her athleticism evident.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">It’s condescending for me. Yet we’re lovers. I cede for her. But as I said, it’s not often.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Will that change?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“How did your Master’s wife use you, Bobbi?” my hands slipping under his arms in encouraging him to rise and resume his kitchen duties.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“I cooked and cleaned.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Of course you did. Other tasks?”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“I bathed her, groomed her, helped with dressing.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Good. You’ll do that for us. And?..” I inquire knowing there’s more.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well... she... sought to be cleaned... after... you know... being with Master... and...” Bobbi becoming bashful.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“After toilet, I’m sure. You needn’t be shy about that, Bobbi. You were well trained for it.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">As was I. My own bashfulness about using a beneficiary in such a sordid manner had to be countered as well. But in time on St. Sappho it became second nature, using the likes of Bobbi as often as the bathroom.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Rhodi may not seek to use you in that manner. Not initially.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yes, Ma’am.”</span></div><div><span style="border: 0px; color: black; font-family: Calibri, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-32021804054455032442024-02-17T00:00:00.000-08:002024-02-17T00:00:00.135-08:00'Podded', Segment VII<p>My shift ends. Before leaving the hospital I call Bobbi’s number on my cell phone. He answers.</p><p>“Bobbi where are you?”</p><p>“Tenth avenue and forty seventh,” recognizing my voice.</p><p>It makes sense. The street walkers have migrated toward the river over the years, the City administration pressuring the girls in trying to clean up the Times Square area. But the fact that Bobbi is working alongside hookers makes getting him off the streets even more imminent. He’ll make a few bucks offering quick blow jobs... well trained for that... but if a john wants more he’ll be in trouble.</p><p>Hopefully he’s not been working the streets for long and is free of disease.</p><p>“Walk over to eighth avenue. I’ll meet you at the fiftieth street subway stop.”</p><p>“What’s this about Miss Joan?”</p><p>“A place to live... for a while. See if you can earn your keep,” explaining succinctly, knowing there’s plenty of time to talk later concerning details. </p><p>Yes, Rhodi has agreed to house Bobbi... temporarily... on an experimental basis. I have therefore purloined some medical supplies from the hospital. Hypodermic needles won’t be missed. But I had to be very cautious in stuffing my oversized handbag with Posey restraints and straps. Indeed I grabbed wrist and ankle cuffs. Auxiliary stuff like neck collar, thigh, arm bands and waist belt will need to wait for another foray into the supply room tomorrow.</p><p>Bobbi is docile and obedient, really not in need of restraint. It’s for Rhodi’s peace of mind.</p><p>Yes, the tipping point in last night’s long discussion... disclosing details of my sojourn on St. Sappho island... was when I pointed out that the second bedroom in our spacious apartment goes unused. Rhodi and I sleep together, typically tightly entwined. Thus should Bobbi’s presence become intolerable for Rhodi... a ‘thing with a penis’ prancing about the abode... the spare bedroom can become a makeshift jail cell. With the Posey restraint system at the ready, Rhodi will feel more comfortable.</p><p>And it will make Bobbi feel welcomed. Much time spent in bondage on St. Sappho. Beneficiaries were to always know their place. </p><p>Bobbi and I meet, he’s there waiting. I take his hand and guide down the subway stairs, his high heels ungainly. With his short baby doll dress, page boy hair style, we appear to be mother and daughter. Not that I am ancient at age twenty eight. It’s that Bobbi has been trained, laboring cosmetically to look pubescent. Masters like that. </p><p>“You suck any cock today, Bobbi?”</p><p>“No Miss Joan... the other girls. They’re nasty and either chase away a client or tell them they’ll do it for free... just to spite me.”</p><p>“Just as well. You’ve not been trained for that. You’re more special, Bobbi,” going through the subway turnstile.</p><p>“Where are you taking me, Miss Joan?”</p><p>“Well, I’m not kidnaping you. Home. A coop apartment. Probably not as grand as that of your rich Master... but it’s shelter.”</p><p>“Your friend, she’ll understand that...”</p><p>“That you have special needs,” interrupting, “yes. It’s an experiment. Bobbi. Back to being a house girl.”</p><p>“I’ll take care of you, Miss Joan. Just like...”</p><p>“You’ll not need to concern yourself with pleasing me. It’s Rhodi... friend, companion, lover. You have a penis, Bobbi. She finds things with a penis to be useful in the workplace... otherwise a source of annoyance. Understand?” stepping onto an arriving ‘C’ train. </p><p>“Then I will please her.”</p><p>With that, in a comical gesture, Bobbi extends his tongue. With the frenectomy, special exercises and many months of St. Sappho training, the length of wet pink licks much of his nose... nearly up to the eyebrows.</p><p>“We’ll see,” looking about to ascertain if any fellow passengers noticed what may be considered an obscene gesture. “Cooking, cleaning, laundry for now Bobbi.”</p><p>“Clothing? This is all Master permitted me when he pushed me out,” Bobbi’s free hand brushing over the folds of his short flimsy dress, jonesing for better apparel.</p><p>The observation gives rise to thought. During the many stages of training, transformation and indoctrination on St. Sappho beneficiaries went naked... at all times. In the tropics, such 24/7 exposure mandated meticulous applications of sun block. It brings pleasant memories, my hands and fingers working every inch of my beneficiary’s body. It empowered... and I enjoyed being so empowered at a young age. And now... well... here we are.</p><p>“You’ll not need any,” my voice firm.</p><p>Bobbi’s glum reaction is telling. Apparently, though being penniless and homeless has been stressful, being permitted clothing for the few days of his emancipation has been enlivening. That will change.</p><p>We arrive at our stop and I remain with Bobbi’s hand in mine. </p><p>“You’re my niece, Bobbi. The building has a doorman and the apartments are owned by very upscale people. Naked sex slaves would not be considered appropriate,” I lecture in exiting the subway station.</p><p>Reaching the lobby of my building, Bobbi plays along, calling me Aunt Joan. Into the elevator we resume speaking... explicitly.</p><p>“Your pod, keeping it clean?”</p><p>As I described to Rhodi, the metal piece encapsulating Bobbi’s genitals is not to be removed. Thus at the top is a pin hole opening where all types of liquids can be introduced, immersing penis and scrotum in whatever.</p><p>“No Ma’am. I can’t... well nothing fits the opening.”</p><p>“We’ll get you cleaned. I have hypodermic needles. Vinegar and water should suffice for now. Rhodi may be amused in watching. I will have to get some sauce though.”</p><p>Exiting the elevator on our floor, I note the hallway is empty in the middle of the afternoon, no neighbors. I become brazen as the garbage chute is right there, the entrance to our apartment three doors down. I release Bobbi’s hand and grasp the straps to his baby doll dress at the shoulders, yanking the garment over his head. I turn and toss his only covering down the garbage chute. Yes, as suspected, he is without undergarments. He will enter his new world sans covering.</p><p>Bobbi looks at me wide eyed. I smile and point. He prances, following my finger. I take my time joining him at my door, key in hand. </p><p>“Welcome, Bobbi. Hopefully this will be home for you,” reaching to pinch an inviting nipple.</p><p>He squeals... like a little girl. I can read his thoughts. A new Master.</p><p>Into our apartment I point to the kitchen and follow Bobbi, his cute hairless little girl buttocks rolling about. </p><p>“Inspection time, Bobbi. Up on a chair.”</p><p>The bright florescent lighting reveals all, making every inch of Bobbi’s hairless skin seem to glow. I take the bag from my shoulder, step back and simply gaze. Despite the many years of exposure to governing women, Bobbi blushes, his entire nakedness turning pink. I must suppose it’s something to which even the most submissive and masochistic boy has trouble acclimating. In being perched on the chair, his shiny pod is nearly at eye level. </p><p>“Still trying to harden? Twinges?” extending my hand.</p><p>Fingers press the pod. I then begin a gentle circular motion. Such stimulates the male organs beneath... what remains.</p><p>“Please, Miss Joan,” Bobbi closing his eyes and gasping with the sensuous finger work.</p><p>“Please stop... or please more?”</p><p>Silence.</p><p>“Did Master milk you... have you milked?”</p><p>Bobbi shakes his head.</p><p>“Not good for your prostate, Bobbi, And you certainly can’t do it yourself. Did he take you anally? Make you come?”</p><p>“After Master married, well, I was only to serve his bride.”</p><p>“So no fellatio, no pegging. And an unknowing woman would certainly not lend attention to your needs. Well, I’ll add that to your pod cleaning. I’d not want you drooling about the apartment. Rhodi would not understand. You’d be out the door before dinner.”</p><p>My hand retracts from the pod, fingers slipping between smooth girlishly plumped thighs. Bobbi knows to part his feet, offering access. My index finger knowingly finds his altered urethral opening at the perineum. There is moisture.</p><p>“Yes, you need milking. Rhodi may find it amusing to watch. But it also means you need more sauce... enzymes... despite the many years.”</p><p>“Please no. Miss Joan.”</p><p>“Yes, the male testicles don’t surrender quickly... nor easily. Your Master has been negligent. We’ll have to make up for that.”</p><p>I withdraw, my hand going to his to assist in stepping down from the chair.</p><p>“Must you Miss Joan? I... I...”</p><p>“Yes, you’d like to keep what’s left, I know. But it’s useless to you, Bobbi. You can’t play with it... can’t even see it. And you’ll be more comfortable making it smaller and smaller. Erections are painful for you.”</p><p>The sauce... the enzyme sauce... slowly shrinks what’s beneath the pod. Thoughts of such slow emasculation bring twinges. I am becoming wet.</p><p>“Dinner. Rhodi will be home sometime before six. Check the refrigerator. Make something nice for us. Your welcome here depends on it.”</p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-46144458611554942302024-02-10T00:00:00.000-08:002024-02-10T00:00:00.147-08:00'Podded', Segment VI<p>Director Vasiliki calls me into her office.</p><p>“Joan, kudos on your academic work. You’re progressing nicely in your studies.”</p><p>“Thank you, Vasiliki.”</p><p>“I always say a girl with few worries... and well satiated... can excel to great heights. You’re focused. And your work with the beneficiaries is exemplary as well. They like performing for you.”</p><p>“Thank you, Vasiliki.”</p><p>“After some three years, it may be time to expand your duties and experience as a handler. You’ve not worked with the stage five and six beneficiaries.”</p><p>“No Director, I have not.”</p><p>“We keep them separate as I’m sure you’ve come to realize. On the far side of the island. Don’t want to bring concern to the early stage boys, as you’ll come to understand. Stage five in our program involves denial. Draconian but necessary to assure dedication and devotion... that the many skills we imbue are put to good use. And stage six... well... such a treat for a governing woman.”</p><p>Vasiliki reaches into a drawer and places an object of shiny metal on her desk.</p><p>“It’s termed a ‘pod’. Specially crafted for a beneficiary named Bobbi. He completed his training in terms of household and sexual skills. It’s time for stage five... this.”</p><p>Vasiliki turns to silence pushing the object toward me, fingers gesturing to pick it up and examine. It’s smooth, shiny and elliptical in shape, very much like a protective cup warn about the genitals of athletes participating in various contact sports. As her finger gestures again, a turning motion, I flip it over. The opposing side is concave, rough, with many spikes and crags.</p><p>“Machine milled, using Bobbi’s body scan such that it will perfectly encapsulate his penis and scrotum.” </p><p>I brush my finger on the scabrous inside surface, quickly retracting with the pain. It scrapes.</p><p>“A boy can’t wear this... it’s too small... too rough.. it will hurt!”</p><p>“All good things come to an end, Joan. The early stage boys have climaxed daily... if not more often... masturbating each other... sucking each other off... pegging. You yourself have offered prostate manipulation. They all have such fun in performing for their handlers. Well it ends... with stage five and the pod.”</p><p>“How does it stay on,” amazed with myself in quickly putting aside concerns about size and discomfort.</p><p>“That’s the ingenious part of the design. You see that tiny opening at the top?”</p><p>I nod.</p><p>“That’s where what we term ‘sauce’ will be injected while the pod is temporarily held in place by straps. The mixture of the initial injection contains enzymes which chemically chafe and irritate, making the skin nice and soft... like putty. The epidermis becomes receptive... more or less malleable. Thereafter penis and scrotum will heal and grow in those many micro openings milled into the metal... with the help of healing sauce. In time the beneficiary and the pod become one. Thereafter cleaning sauce is injected from time to time for hygiene. And of course there’s punishment sauce for bad little beneficiaries. That’s not an overly complicated mixture... for the most part akin to edible hot sauce,” Vasiliki offering a rare chuckle. “The boys learn quickly to avoid punishment sauce.”</p><p>“But... but... to urinate?”</p><p>“Ah, we do a urethral reroute. They squat to pee through an opening at the perineum. Stage five is involved, as you can imagine, from a medical standpoint. And there’s great opportunity for bonding... handler and beneficiary. Which leads to Stage six.”</p><p>“Stage six?”</p><p>“Transitioning from daily ejaculation to total chastity and denial is daunting for the male beast. The male appendage is no longer accessible... for masturbation, fellatio, copulation... any touching at all. In actuality it’s never to be seen again. Stage six addresses the mental and emotional side of the transformation. The beneficiary learns that pleasure... so abundantly meted through the years of stages one through four... is sparsely portioned... and not readily achieved. Through counseling and encouragement there comes an alternative to past ecstasy. Learning to obtain sexual pleasure through that of others. Initially that of his handler... later once placed, by way of pleasing a Master. You’ve attained substantial knowledge in your psychology courses, Joan. You’ll need to apply it.”</p><p>I have no words but one.</p><p>“Draconian,” finding myself agreeing with the director.</p><p>“The beneficiary’s oral skills need to be challenged and put to use, Joan... refined. Years have been spent strengthening and lengthening the tongue... including a lingual frenectomy. You must understand that stage six is also about perfecting such... applied to all genders which a beneficiary is to serve. We realize most of our handlers have no affinity for beings with a penis. But it’s part of your responsibilities. And in stages five and six you’ll not have to touch it... not even look at it. In stage six come the finishing touches of servitude. You’ll toilet him. I need not become scatological in detailing that task. Nor suggest you refrain from bonding with your beneficiary during your monthly cycle.</p><p>“Draconian,” not realizing I am repeating myself. </p><p>*****</p><p>Rhodi looks silly with a spoon in her mouth, my story bringing stunned stillness... ice cream consumed but for a final spoonful remaining in the bowl.</p><p>“You’ve never told me about this,” her tone quiet and reserved.</p><p>“You chose not to hear, remember? That I tended to ‘things with a penis’ repulsed you. Details not to be forthcoming.”</p><p>“So ending his sex life. This beneficiary named ‘Bobbi’... how can he seek to speak with you again? Without attempting to choke you?”</p><p> I cannot help laughing with the melodrama.</p><p>“Sorry, Rhodi. But you fail to fully perceive the relationship. His sex life did not end. It was a new beginning. Currently Bobbi is emotionally traumatized, being turned out, penniless other than limited cash, a cell phone about to be shut off, and his only shelter at a cheap hotel to be terminated. To whom do you think he would turn in a crisis?”</p><p>“To the woman who... what’s it called... podded him?”</p><p>“As I said... as director Vasiliki explained... stage six involves bonding.”</p><p>“He still has it... the pod?” </p><p>“It’s permanent, Rhodi. The epidermis of his penis and balls... what’s left... have migrated into the interior surface of the pod... special metal... intricate design... diabolical in its fabrication. To attempt to remove would be to tear away that which is most sensitive... and most precious.”</p><p>Rhodi’s caring questions are unbelievable to me. Do I detect empathy? The spoon gathers up the final dollop of ice cream.</p><p>“So no penis, no balls, just a lump of steel?”</p><p>“Not steel. Actually a rather pretty, shiny covering of special alloy. Anatomically accepted by the endocrine system... like with artificial joints.”</p><p>“And he’s pretty?”</p><p>I have her!</p><p>“As stated, blonde hair well coifed, otherwise glabrous, made up like a child movie star. And in heels. Can’t walk without them. Very presentable.”</p><p>“Clothing? Dresses well?”</p><p>“I’m sure clothing chafes his skin. At times necessary... but otherwise annoying. So probably a very limited wardrobe.”</p><p>Rhodi pushes forth her empty bowl, expecting table service. I must chide.</p><p>“I’ll be the valet once again,” cleaning the table. “But there are alternatives.”</p><p>“You have a suggestion?” Rhodi being coy in knowing the answer.</p>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-1164957099837545922024-02-03T00:00:00.000-08:002024-02-03T03:09:08.100-08:00'Podded', Segment V<p>Rhodi interrupts. I note her plate is empty. Dinner consumed. I quickly stab at what remains of my meal while she talks.</p><p>“House girl... Master, what did you get yourself into girl?”</p><p>“A nursing degree,” I tease.</p><p>“More than that. You don’t like cock... men... boys. And you agreed to work for Masters!”</p><p>“Black Masters. And as Vasiliki explained, not to be seen... though there were some islanders... needed for handiwork... you know fixing stuff.”</p><p>“But you learned to toy with a boy’s dick. And what’s this stuff about depilation, and something to do with feet and a urethra. That’s where you piss!”</p><p>“Okay, one point at a time, Rhodi,” rising from the table to remove the dishes.</p><p>I also pour Rhodi more wine. I think she will need it. </p><p>“First point. In a way, I did not toy with a boy’s dick. I supervised his penis. As a handler it became mine. A beneficiary learned to urinate when I wanted him to urinate, become erect when I wanted him erect, ejaculate when I wanted him to ejaculate. That’s heady stuff, Rhodi. You don’t need to have an affinity for the gender in order to enjoy controlling it.</p><p>“Second, hair removal. The follicles decimated... permanently... by strong chemicals... which burn... and bring pain. Which only I as handler could alleviate. Or choose to apply more. More control... more heady stuff.</p><p>“Third, the male urethra is for more than pissing. On St. Sappho that opening was... rerouted... at the behest of and for the benefit of a prospective Master. I’ll get to that.</p><p>“Fourth, the feet. That came in the latter stages. You’ve read of the ancient, now banned, Chinese ritual of foot binding? Well at St. Sappho it was taken to another level. More humane, but significant to a handler’s control and a beneficiary’s presentation.”</p><p>“How so?”</p><p>“Heels. The feet of the beneficiaries were... for want of a better term... reshaped. Such that they could not stand or walk unless wearing specially shaped high heels. Masters preferred the effeminate look. Handler’s considered it to be a simple and quick manner to inhibit mobility. Take away a beneficiary’s heels. Make him crawl.</p><p>“As the director Vasiliki suggested, implementing such factors of control and presentation required medical skills. She was right... especially when it came time for podding.”</p><p>I pause, pouring myself another glass of Chablis. I would love to check her panties, I think to myself. Males are to held in disdain in Rhodi’s mind. Could it be that her thoughts are transitioning... that instead males are to be held. My lover is wet... I know it. And I await the next question.</p><p>“So beneficiaries... you handled beneficiaries... on behalf Masters... Black Masters. And today you met a beneficiary.”</p><p>“Yes. One I supervised... in the later stages. Name’s Bobbi.”</p><p>“Blond and blue eyed,” Rhodi prompts for more. “But not naked... not in New York.” </p><p>“In heels and a slip over dress... remaining podded. His Master tossed him out. Unusual, but apparently a situation arising from marriage... and pregnancy.”</p><p>“Exactly what does the likes of Bobbi do for a Black Master,” Rhodi engaged, seemingly eager to see more of the picture.</p><p>“Servitude... domestic... and sexual.”</p><p>“So all the training at St. Sappho is put to use, cooking, cleaning... fellatio,” enunciating the latter mockingly.</p><p>“Oral skills in general,” ensuring Rhodi’s imagination is tantalized. </p><p>“Such effort... time and money... spurred by resentment, revenge, a need to conquer, to rise and triumph. The sexual conquest of another male,” Rhodi parroting my words.</p><p>“He has a need to serve... Bobbi does... it’s ingrained. Many years of training and indoctrination. And now there’s nothing.”</p><p>“So he’ll need to stroke his own dick and not another man’s. Yes, it’s sad,” Rhodi turning lugubrious.</p><p>“He can’t. He’s podded.”</p><p>“That’s the third mention of the word. It’s significant?”</p><p>“Very. The most significant thing you can do to a male... if you can so term the likes of Bobbi. Life changing.”</p><p>“So the boys... the beneficiaries... are taught to stroke each other... suck each other’s dicks... cook, clean, sew... be defoliated to appear effeminate... use makeup to look pretty... and walk around in heels. But there’s more... podded?”</p><p>I finish my wine, rise and go to the refrigerator. Rhodi usually refrains from dessert. I’ll tempt her. I need more time. My reference to Bobbi’s orals skills was skipped over and I need to return to that. As lover’s neither of us is into cunnilingus. We trib... pussy to pussy... thigh to pussy... scissoring. Oral gratification comes in tonguing nipples and breasts. Neither of us goes down. Bobbi does... and will. I know, I trained him. It is missed.</p><p>I scoop two very modest portions of ice cream, one each. Simple and fast. Rhodi will not turn it down. I serve.</p><p>“You need an understanding of the male libido, Rhodi... and the male process of arousal and climax... sexual climax. Such was well studied at St. Sappho.”</p><p>“To what end? Why bother?”</p><p>“To fully understand the effects of denial. The never ending male need for gratification... and how such gratification seeks to be achieved. How such can be used.”</p><p>My words are ominously clinical... but so much of the regimen at St. Sappho was clinical.</p><p>“And what of it?”</p><p>“It’s like shooting off a bottle rocket. Remember when you were a kid? It blazes into the sky... fast... then explodes... within moments the remnants meekly trickling back to earth. An instant of glory... pleasure... over in seconds... if not one second. Juxtapose that with your orgasm... a woman’s climax. Slowly building... lasting... staying aloft... finally brought back to earth... as would a hot air balloon slowly cooling.”</p><p>“Yes, men get off and move on... rapidly.”</p><p>“Not so with the beneficiaries of St. Sappho... not after full training, indoctrination and transformation. They seek to give pleasure... theirs being superfluous... and nearly unachievable.”</p><p>Ah, the look in her eye. I’m drawing Rhodi deeper.</p><p>“Guess you’ve got to tell me about being podded.”</p><p> </p>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-73364698917628448382024-01-27T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-27T00:00:00.135-08:00'Podded', Segment IV<p><br /></p><p>I pause in my story. Salads finished, it’s time for the roast chicken with steamed vegetables. In mentioning the document... the confidentiality agreement... it dawns that I am about to break it... if not already in breech. I rise from the table.</p><p>“So that’s it?” Rhodi inquires in amused frustration. “A naked boy strolling about with a hard on?”</p><p>“No, Rhodi. But there are things I am not to tell you... some of which I have already told... said too much. Can you assure me none of this leaves the room. Is only between us?”</p><p>Rhodi smiles wickedly. Naked males repulse her... but the story intrigues. She knows she must agree. So she nods. </p><p>“I have to know where this is going, Joanie. Back in my college days the sorority tried this CFNM thing... a party... clothed females naked males. I skipped that one... as you can imagine.” </p><p>“You and I have similar penchants, Rhodi. We’ve proven that to each other. But the CFNM thing... as you term it... can be empowering... even if the sight of cock disgusts. Of that I can assure you.”</p><p>I serve the meal. Rhodi takes a bite, hums her approval and swears to silence.</p><p>“So...” eager for me to continue.</p><p>“You have to open your mind a bit. Not all things are black or white. You of all people... queer... should understand that.”</p><p>“Of course.”</p><p>“Well, let me start by saying not all heterosexual guys abstain from having... let’s call it... sexual relations... with another guy. You know... things with a penis as you disparage the other sex.”</p><p>“So they’re bi,” Rhodi shrugs. </p><p>“Bisexual would suggest a degree of affection. I’d say what I encountered is well outside expressing affection. It’s about resentment, revenge, a need to conquer, to rise and triumph. The sexual conquest of another male... a thing with a penis.” </p><p>“Wow, strong words.”</p><p>“You’re a woman of color, Rhodi... no need to remind. But does not any of what I said strike you... ping some inner feelings?”</p><p>Rhodi turns to silence. But I know her, know her intimately. I note she presses together her knees. Squeezing her thighs. She does that when come the twinges of preliminary arousal. She’s getting wet.</p><p>“What does my ethnicity have to do with your story?” </p><p>“Because the group of eccentric men funding St. Sapphos were... are... black... wealthy... powerful... ruthless... and black.”</p><p>“And these beneficiaries?”</p><p>“As I encountered on that first day... all blonde and blue eyed... and needless to say... Caucasian. Want more? First a trigger warning, Rhodi... lots of penis... many things with a penis.”</p><p>She smiles wickedly and again nods.</p><p>I have her.</p><p>*****</p><p>I signed the confidentiality agreement. Was it the free education? The first rung on a ladder leading out of the pit of poverty? It was so beautiful... sunny...warm... the air filled with the scent of the Caribbean. That is what I told myself... the justification. But that encounter with the nurse handler Monica... leading about a naked boy... beneficiary. Well, I could sense her power. And after I signed the agreement there was more. More governing women... more naked boys... beneficiaries... in training, as Vasiliki was to explain.</p><p>“Our beneficiaries are trained to please. We have a process, requiring many years, much supervision... feminine supervision... and the development of many skills,” Vasiliki speaking as she led me about. “You’ll see some things that may disturb you... initially. But the reason we term our boys beneficiaries is that at the end of many years of mental, emotional, and physical adaptation they are better for it. They benefit... and they will please... a Master... have a home... food... shelter. Think of it as grooming a show horse. Much effort put into an exacting process.”</p><p>We stroll down a long hallway, doors to the left and right.</p><p>“Let’s have a peek. You will see beneficiaries in various stages of training. And you must understand, we use the male sexual urges, which as you are aware are blunt and self centered even at early ages. We transform such... over time. Masturbation to start. The boys are taught that the joy of orgasms are to be shared, initially with a handler.”</p><p>We pause. Vasiliki slides back a panel covering a window looking into a barren room. Inside stands a naked boy. Sitting on a stool is a young woman, uniformed in white as was Monica. The boy faces her and I must say there was shock in seeing him stroke himself. The woman is talking. I cannot hear but Vasiliki explains.</p><p>“Very early training. He’s masturbating at her instructions. Encouraging words, that she wants to see him spew his goo. Notice she smiles, making the beneficiary comfortable with her watching, guiding, relieving the boy of any inhibitions concerning touching himself and pleasing himself. This will go on daily for a week or two. Then the beneficiary is to learn that such self centered pleasure is to be shared... with other beneficiaries as well as his handler. And don’t be shy, Joan, they can’t see you. It’s one way mirrored glass.”</p><p>The panel is slid closed. Vasiliki leads to the next room. And yes, there is progression. Two handlers, two naked beneficiaries. More masturbation. I am quickly acclimating to the otherwise sordid scene, comforting myself in that the window is one way glass, I cannot be seen and, having forced myself to look at the first stop, I now freely gawk and assess. </p><p>Beneficiary one reaches to stroke beneficiary number two, while two reaches and strokes number one. The handlers are smiling. I cannot hear but they are no doubt spurring on the hand action.</p><p>“I’d take you further down the hall, but you get the gist of the progression. You may come to enjoy watching the beneficiaries suck each other. Positioned in the so termed sixty-nine position, in stage three comes fellatio training. You’ll find it to be a very important skill on St. Sappho. Save that for later, you’ll be seeing and supervising quite a lot of that.”</p><p>Vasiliki turns, back toward her office.</p><p>“Why is it the handlers must having nursing skills? So I assume from the uniforms.”</p><p>“In later stages knowledge of anatomy... the male anatomy... is... well... not essential but helpful. And the beneficiaries are to receive the best of care. Remember my show horse analogy. You’ll note that no hair is permitted... other than eyebrows and head. Handlers supervise depilation. And later stage beneficiaries have... ah... certain modifications which are best overseen by handlers with medical skills. The feet... the urethra. And you will note that despite the sunny climate, the beneficiaries are keep as white as snow. It’s a thing with the benefactors... and maximizes a beneficiary’s value. So every day they’re slathered head to toe with sun block... pink parts included. Then there’s the need to assure regular bowel movements and squeaky clean rectums.”</p><p>I am overwhelmed, it goes without saying. Thankfully Vasiliki moves on to less prurient matters. But there is still alarm.</p><p>“The beneficiaries receive much classroom instruction. Reading and writing, no one wants an illiterate house girl. There’s also cooking, laundering, sewing, cleaning... every household skill a Master would demand.”</p><p>“Excuse me, Vasiliki... did you say house girl?” </p><p>“Oh yes. I was about get to that. Cosmetology is essential. A beneficiary must learn to make himself look very pretty.”</p><p>I had not the wherewithal to inquire about the term ‘Master’. </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-80619469524431655522024-01-20T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-20T00:00:00.198-08:00'Podded', Segment III<p>“Welcome to St. Sappho, Joan. Did you have a nice flight?”</p><p>A middle aged woman by the name of Vasiliki greets me at the airstrip of the small tropical isle of St. Sappho. No surname, I am to learn such is neither used nor inquired about on the island.</p><p>“Very nice. I have not been on a small plane before.”</p><p>My comment spurs pleasant laughter.</p><p>“You may consider it small, but our Gulfstream flies higher, further and faster than almost every commercial jet airliner. We were fulfilling a placement... of one of our well molded beneficiaries placed in a New York home. No point in returning empty. You stepping on board for the return flight saves time and money.”</p><p>I am led to a small electrical vehicle, I guess termed a golf cart, later to learn such is the main mode of transportation on the island. The Vasiliki woman speaks with a Greek accent as I gather in the beauteous surroundings.</p><p>“As you’re aware, our school of nursing, though not well known, is fully accredited, licensing boards of over fifty countries acknowledging our credentials and therefore our graduates. If you find the elements here to be acceptable... the environment... the ambiance... St. Sappho will be your home for the next few years. You’ll leave here well educated, well trained and ready for employment in any medical facility in the world.”</p><p>It’s a sales pitch. The Vasiliki woman is talking me into accepting free schooling in paradise!</p><p>What gives?<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p>And then comes a clue. Planned... inadvertent... an accidental encounter?</p><p>“A little early in the tour I had planned, but so be it,” Vasiliki somewhat apologetic in seeing my eyes glued. “That’s Monica with one of our beneficiaries.”</p><p>I am shocked to see a young white unformed woman of my approximate age strolling hand in hand with a boy. Blond, blued eyed... and completely naked. More shocking... his not fully developed penis is erect and unabashedly standing! Beneath dangles a pink hairless ball sac flopping about with each step.</p><p>“Good afternoon, Monica,” pulling the cart to stop. “Cute... and a nice stiffie. Orally inclined?”</p><p>“Not fully, Vasiliki. But there’s time. A recent arrival.” </p><p>“Well, stage one... you know the procedures.”</p><p>“Oh, yes. He’s due for a lingual frenectomy tomorrow morning. Tongue work to begin in a few days.”</p><p>The boy remains silent... in obedience... in fear... in awe? Vasiliki pulls away.</p><p>“May as well dive into it, Joan... now that you’ve come across your first beneficiary. The boy is from Scandinavia... my guess would be Norway. An orphan... possibly a run away... or abandoned. Hate to think he was kidnaped. Whatever, he’s now safe here with us... to receive the best, most attentive medical care possible.”</p><p>My mind churns. With the weather most temperate in the tropics, clothing can be... I’d say optional on most days. Yet the nurse was fully clothed in uniform and the beneficiary sporting a firm erection seemed to be more than acceptable to her... in a way encouraged.</p><p>Still, as my mind settles, my thoughts go to the financial equation. I am to receive a free education... four years of tuition, room and board. Then comes along a ‘beneficiary’... a boy with no apparent financial means... who is to receive medical care... and presumably room and board.</p><p>Again comes the question... what gives?</p><p>“He seems... ah... excited.”</p><p>“Oh, the beneficiaries are encouraged to show off... in the early stage of induction. Monica probably had him stroking himself... break the ice so to speak. In a few days time that boy will be trained not to touch himself. That pleasure is to be shared... with other boys. Then comes... well... I’m getting ahead of myself.”</p><p>I turn to silence as the cart pulls again to a stop before a low cinder block building of white. </p><p>“The training facility... and my office,” stepping from the cart.</p><p>“I have a question, Ms. Vasiliki.”</p><p>“That’s just Vasilki. And we’ll talk in my office. Would you consider yourself a woman of discipline, Joan?”</p><p>“Oh yes. I study very hard, am a good student. I so much want to learn, if that’s what you mean.”</p><p>“Not entirely, my girl. I mean assuring beneficiaries in your charge... ah... tow the line.”</p><p> “Well... ah... I have no beneficiaries.”</p><p>“You will. Soon, assuming you find the St. Sappho School of Nursing meets your needs. And you’ll find within yourself the need to exact discipline... all the handlers come around to that... some sooner than others. Your question?” </p><p>“All this... this generosity... comes from where... the source?”</p><p>“A group of men... don’t be alarmed, there are no males here on the island other than some simple native islanders,” her aside comment suggesting the financial aid advisor who recommended me passed on her suspicion concerning my sexual preference, “with common interests... shall we say eccentric interests... keeps our facility well funded. Other than that, there is nothing more to be divulged. Which brings me to a document which needs to reviewed and signed. A very strong legal document.”</p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-80648870925933691982024-01-13T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-15T16:16:32.152-08:00'Podded', Segment II<p>A walk to the subway station then a thirty minute ride to our upper west side coop gives time for thought. My past... the present... the future.</p><p>Aspiring for a nursing career, poverty gave rise to reality. Broke, one can obtain student loans and further impoverish oneself. But to eat? Pay rent? To do that requires employment and thus brings constraints on time needed for study.</p><p>So in applying to a prominent New York nursing school the financial aid counselor sensed something, my stress in struggling through the numbers... tuition... room... board.</p><p>‘So, Joan, you’re not married. Boyfriend to help? At least maybe buy you a meal from time to time.’</p><p>She was searching... hinting... her drab pantsuit and short slicked back hair leaving no doubt as to which side of the plate she swung.</p><p>I shook my head. But perhaps there was this certain look, my disdain at the mention of the male gender that prompted her to lean back, assume a relaxed maternal pose, and reflect.</p><p>‘You have your heart set on New York. But perhaps some study abroad would be of interest. There’s a very discerning school of nursing seeking women with... let’s say... a quaint view point... in relation to males.’</p><p>Males... not men. Why did her phraseology engender my attention? </p><p>‘Accredited, located in a wonderful climate... two hour flight from New York...’</p><p>And so began an overview of the St. Sappho School of Nursing on a small island in the Caribbean for which the facility was eponymously named. </p><p>The financial counselor described the location and climate as idyllic. But when she mentioned the word ‘free’, my ears began to burn.</p><p>‘Free tuition?’ </p><p>‘Free everything, my dear. But it’s not for every girl.’</p><p>It certainly was not!</p><p>*****</p><p>A short walk from the subway station and I am home. Roommate, companion, lover Rhodi... Rhodesia Cunumba... is not yet home. She works nine to five, sometimes later. My nursing shift ends at three. Thus I play housewife in this evolving relationship, preparing an evening meal. I don’t mind cooking, and it absolves me of more tedious housework like cleaning. We split laundry duty. And with Rhodi’s growing aversion for using weekend leisure time on such matters, she has talked of household help. She can afford it, well into a fast rising career in marketing. </p><p>Yes, such distaste for housekeeping may give rise to an opening. At least a trial.</p><p>Rhodi knows something of my nursing school education... yet not all the details. One evening, describing the level of care afforded the nursing school’s young male beneficiaries, she became flustered, ending any and all discussion concerning the attention given sensitive anatomical areas.</p><p>‘You touched them... there!’</p><p>Spoken as some faint hearted vestal virgin, aghast that a male has a penis.</p><p>There was thereafter little talk about my years at the St. Sappho school. With her revulsion and the confidentiality agreement... I let the matter go.</p><p>Bottle opened, wine breathing, I move to the bedroom, making myself presentable for Rhodi’s arrival. She likes me sexy... and scantily clad... apparel not fit for working over the stove.</p><p>Key rattling the lock, I pour a glass of wine and step to the door. She likes sharing with me, one glass, she sips, I sip, we kiss, we hug, she likes feeling my soft full rounded boobies pressing to her firm athletic breasts.</p><p>“Good evening, pretty girl,” Rhodi preferring the more masculine role, taking another sip as I present the large glass, holding to her lips. </p><p>Rhodi is a woman of color. A track start in high school and college she is strong with muscular legs and very kissable well sculpted buttocks. I know to draw back the glass, let her put her arms around me to hug and kiss.</p><p>“Busy day, Joanie?”</p><p>“The usual. No code blue,” patients in cardiac arrest, “but an interesting encounter on the way home. You?”</p><p>“Had to lecture a couple of my boys. Shoddy work. Sometimes I think they want a spanking.”</p><p>Rhodi tends to hire submissive males as underlings. I tease her about it. She says she does not enjoy the dominant role... just chooses to avoid ‘cat fights’ in employing women... and that her ‘boys’ more readily accept their place. She’s rising fast in a very large and financially successful firm. I advise that if it works, roll with it. Perhaps the more submissive the better in terms of hiring criteria.</p><p>Hands retract. I offer another sip. She partakes. I am then permitted a sip of my own.</p><p>“I’ll change. Dinner? Something smells good.”</p><p>“Roast chicken. Seasoned just as you like.”</p><p>Rhodi nods her approval and heads for the bedroom. I go to the kitchen, toss the salad and present. </p><p>“So an encounter,” Rhodi exiting the bedroom, tight black leather slacks highlighting her amazing form.</p><p>“An old... ah... acquaintance,” sitting as Rhodi chivalrously holds the chair for me.</p><p>I must smile graciously as she assumes the role of a gentleman suitor. Taking up my own wine glass, I let her lead the conversation, yielding to her predominance.</p><p>“Well, it’s apparent you want to talk about it,” Rhodi diving into her salad.</p><p>“It involves... the telling... of my time in the Caribbean. Which appalls you.”</p><p>“Yes, it’s a reviling thing... touching men... you touching men. Condescending... debasing yourself.”</p><p>“You may frame it that way, not knowing... not wanting to know... of the details of my extensive... and free... medical education. But I came across a beneficiary today... perhaps better phrased as he coming across me... from years past.”</p><p>“So he’s called a beneficiary. And?”</p><p>“He’s in need. And as always with the boys relegated to the island... when in need he turns to a handler.”</p><p>“Is that what you term your function... your responsibilities... handling... things with a penis!”</p><p>“Sip your wine, Rhodi... take a breath. Let me tell the story... the whole story from the beginning. You know the part where I could not afford... as a practical matter... the New York school I initially preferred...”</p><p>“Yes, the bull dyke financial aid counselor.”</p><p>“So I’ll start from there.” </p>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-74398040676891235582024-01-06T00:00:00.000-08:002024-01-15T16:08:53.906-08:00New Story. 'Podded'. Segment I<p><i>A new story. Female Dominant/male submissive.</i></p><p><i>I have no idea where this will be going, but feel an obligation to keep you readers entertained. And hopefully in a mindset to buy a story!</i></p><p><i>*****</i></p><p>Podded</p><p>Copyright 2024</p><p>by Chis Bellows</p><p>*****</p><p>“Do you remember me, Miss Joan?”</p><p>In New York City... especially in Times Square... a girl is given to walk quickly, eyes straight ahead, ignore the nefarious characters... the homeless, slicksters, perverts, Jehovah’s Witnesses... in general slip past all the riff raff that for some reason collect about what should be the most presentable place in Manhattan. </p><p>But I find I must stop. First the girl steps directly into my path. Normally such would be considered overly aggressive, but in being young, blonde, well made up with large flashy earrings there is limited concern. And second, I indeed remember her... though not naked. Now she wears a one piece dress, convenient for the months of summer in that one can simply toss over the head, assure the straps catch the shoulders, slip into flip flops and go. But this girl wears heels, ludicrously high, and notably impractical for walking the craggy sidewalks of New York... subway ventilation gratings aside. </p><p>“I’m Bobbi,” a girlish voice exuberantly exclaims.</p><p>“Yes, yes I do remember,” looking about for onlookers, chiding myself for the nervous reaction.</p><p>Bobbi wishes to have a conversation. I do not. I resume walking, She moves with me on my right side, heels tapping to bring even more notice... unwanted notice.</p><p>“Not the time to have a conversation Bobbi. Not the place.”</p><p>“But I’m in trouble, Miss Joan. And you’ve been very kind to me in the past. You know... on the...”</p><p>“Sush, Bobbi,” now having good reason to be nervous. “I no longer do that... do what I did. I cannot help you.”</p><p>As I speak I head to a small open enclave... like a little park, in exchange for construction permits the City mandating that the developer of some high rise office building provide public space. There are tables and chairs where in warmer whether office flunkies can eat a sandwich during their lunch hour. I spy a table in the far corner. Being past the lunch hour, and also being prime time for panhandling on the streets, no one is using and it is isolated enough to have a quiet talk. </p><p>I point. Bobbi sits. She embarrasses by lifting the hem of her short dress, panties to greet the seat. It’s an ingrained motion. And I know there are most likely no panties, bare butt to the cold iron.</p><p>“Where is your Master?” my tone scolding. “You must have one.”</p><p>“He... he... turned me out.”</p><p>“Why? You must have served him for many years. I have not worked the... well you know the place... in five years. If I recall when I graduated you were near... ah... placement.”</p><p>“Yes, five years. But Master got married. And his wife... well... things were okay for a while. Then she said no more fellatio. So I then served her... intimately... as I was trained. But then she got pregnant... and... well... raising a child meant as a servant I would have to be clothed... and then Master sort of lost all interest... no fellatio... no exhibition of...”</p><p>“So you’re out. Place to live?” interrupting.</p><p>“Master has paid for a hotel room. But yesterday said ‘that’s enough’. He’ll even cut off my cell phone by the end of the month,” a manicured finger of petite hand tapping a small purse which presumably holds Bobbi’s remaining lifeline.</p><p>“You have money?”</p><p>“It’s running out, Miss Joan. I’m trained for...”</p><p>“I know your skill set, Bobbi. Remember what I do... used to do. No need to mention the name of the place or your training... not here.”</p><p>“Yes, I know... the confidentiality thing.”</p><p>Yes, not only did I sign such an agreement upon arrival but also renewed before my graduation and departure. As a result, I remain receiving a monthly stipend... as long as I remain silent. Such is not enough to support me, but makes for upscale clothing and an occasional good meal which would otherwise be a strain. </p><p>“Well, I now have a job, Bobbi... in the vanilla world... just as I am sure your Master has one. And I have a lover, we share an apartment. It would be difficult for me to help you. She’s... ah... not into... what you are... who you are.” </p><p>“You’re with... a girl?”</p><p>“Yes, Bobbi, I am a lesbian. And whereas things with a penis I find tolerable, Rhodi does not.”</p><p>“But I’m... you know... podded.”</p><p>“Still in place?”</p><p>“You know, Miss Joan... it’s forever,” Bobbi turning glum.</p><p>I again look about... for anyone within hearing range. The use of the term brings a slew of emotions... concern... fear... even arousal... but for some reason little sympathy. In fact I inwardly smile. There come thoughts. No one would ascertain Bobbi’s birth gender in looking at him. In fact, but for expecting a baby, a wife would find Bobbi to be convenient... alleviating the need to suffer the drudgery of housework. Yes, marriage alone would not be a reason to preclude Bobbi from serving as his Master’s housemaid and sex slave. After all in being podded... along with other refinements... he is sexually harmless... androgynous. Perhaps I can have a talk with Rhodi. This thing... called Bobbi... has a penis... but... well... perhaps Rhodi can endure that which is not to be seen.</p><p>“Give me your phone number, Bobbi. Perhaps there is something I can do. But what about... ah... the placement people. Do you have a phone number?”</p><p>“Master called them. I am old... that’s what they said... and...well... they make more money placing new beneficiaries.”</p><p>Yes, I realize. Having graduated and left the island five years ago, that would presumably place Bobbi at about age 23 or 24. In the eyes of the clandestine group of wealthy Black Masters having a predilection for young Caucasian males, he is ancient.</p><p>“I have to move on. If you’re sucking cock to earn money, be careful Bobbi. There’s the police... any number of diseases... guys getting nasty if they... you know... find out,” nodding to Bobbi’s crotch. “You’ve got no tits to speak of,” too aware that horny guys like to grope even while receiving a quick and simple blow job. </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-53167599544505913062023-12-16T00:00:00.001-08:002023-12-16T00:00:00.139-08:00'Retribution', Segment XII<p><i>This is the last segment to be posted. The full story has been published on Lulu.</i></p><p><i>Enjoy,</i></p><p><i>CB </i></p><p>*****</p><p><u>Guangdong Penitentiary (two years past)</u></p><p>“You’ll need to acclimate. Just sit up. Let your circulation settle.”</p><p>The kuxing zhe releases the thumb rings. Other than brief interludes to cleanse and massage, inhibiting bedsores, qiufan Marcia Clark has not been released from the death bed in three weeks. She requires help. A few moments to stabilize, circulation pulsating, next the toe rings are released, the kuxing zhe pushing and prodding the qiufan’s nakedness such that she turns, remaining sitting upright, bare feet to the concrete floor of the cell. </p><p>“To the torture chamber... the xingxun shi... shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe?” Marcia humbly inquires.</p><p>“If you’d like. I must walk you, hands to your head... unless a guard wants to see you smile.”</p><p>Yes the qiufan has broken... bonding with her torturer. She is somewhat in a quandary, not outright requesting a visit. But she certainly is not refusing. Pain... she must have it... it is her narcotic.</p><p>The qiufan feebly rises to her feet. Unsteady, she needs more moments to find her balance. Her kuxing zhe waits. There is no rush. She is not to stumble. A healthy qiufan is needed in order to maximum the torture.</p><p>Finally her hands obediently go to the back of her head. The kuxing zhe grasps her right breast, firmly but gently, a symbol of her control.</p><p>“Come. There is much to show you... so many ways to torture you. And you’ll please me. You want to please me. The torture chamber is private.” </p><p>The qiufan is not to know that there are cameras, her benefactor to be apprized of the daily torment... that her screams, shrieks and howls will be for more than the kuxing zhe’s ears.</p><p>Out the cell door. Ironically it is not locked. The qiufan is always under supervision... and well restrained. As trusty, the kuxing zhe not deemed in need of close confinement.</p><p>To the hall. The kuxing is pleased that her qiufan can walk, her bandaged toes not impeding movement. Her fingers have healed, no bandages, no infection, the daily agony behind her. Until of course the nails grow back. Then the torture of removal will begin again.</p><p>A male guard approaches. The kuxing zhe stops. Hand remaining at the qiufan’s breast she stops as well. The male guards in particular like to see a prisoner smile... the naked Caucasian prisoners. The humiliation entertains as much as the display of feminine flesh. This guard is no different. He nods. The kuxing zhe respectfully greets. The hand slips from the breast. The qiufan lowers her arms, hands to her mons, pinching the lips, tugging aside, to display her most intimate pink flesh.</p><p>The kuxing zhe smiles inwardly. The qiufan so obedient, so eager to please. Broken. Her will... her pride extinguished.</p><p>The male guard laughs, heightening the embarrassment, offers a compliment on the skills of the kuxing zhe then finally moves onward. </p><p>The duo resume, grasping the breast, hands of the qiufan to her head. It is a short walk to the torture chamber but daunting. The qiufan is apprehensive. The kuxing zhe can feel her quivering as they come to a door of solid steel. A code is punched into an electric key pad. With the sound of a click the door is pushed open. They enter.</p><p>“There is a death bed in here as well, qiufan... specially shaped. But I think you’d like the laohudeng... tiger bench. If you’re confined in a Chinese prison you must experience the tiger bench. It’s like visiting the Great Wall,” the humor not appreciated.</p><p>There is also a fubu muban... belly board... a tiger chair... and an entire wall arrayed with rope and other items needed for bondage and restraint. As stated, no whips, canes, tawses and other items of corporal punishment. Painful yes, but so quick. It is not the Chinese way. But curiously there is one wall of shelves which are stacked with bottles... varying shapes and sizes.</p><p>The door shuts behind, only to reopen with the code entered into the keypad. The qiufan looks about. There are no windows. Does that bring some comfort? That the qiufan’s torture will be private? No viewers. Her hairless, naked and most vulnerable form only for the eyes of her kuxing zhe? Her agony to be shared intimately.</p><p>The breast is released. The kuxing zhe lowers her hands and grips the bottom hem of her one piece gray uniform. She pulls it up, over her head, denuding herself. There are no undergarments permitted in a Chinese women’s prison.</p><p>“It can be warm in the torture chamber,” she explains to the surprised qiufan.</p><p>She gazes at nakedness. The kuxing zhe is trim, well muscled though shapely. Though exposed, the power exchange is not interrupted. The qiufan is hairless, bald, with no eyebrows appearing freakish. The kuxing zhe is attractive. It is apparent from the look of envy that the qiufan is most aware. In fact she lowers, going to her knees to supplicate.</p><p>“Are you going to torture me, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe?”</p><p>“Yes. That is what I do. And in the torture chamber you can properly thank me for my attention and your care. Some time on the tiger bench. Then the death bed. Come.” </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-56748222470455070082023-12-09T00:00:00.001-08:002023-12-09T00:00:00.131-08:00'Retribution', Segment XI<p><u>The New Jersey mansion of David Clark (the present)</u></p><p>A satiated chauffeur Gentry turns into the long drive leading to the vast mansion of David Clark. He looks in the rear view mirror to see his naked passenger kneeling between the opposing rear seats of the limo, hands as always obediently folded to the back of her head. He smiles, thinking of the training, to be able to facilely take his entire length, no annoying choking. He can’t help thinking, wife Trudy is not the only member of the family hesitant to offer head. He as well finds reluctance in oral sex. Marcia Clark is like a marital aid, he laughs to himself.</p><p>Pulling to the porte cochere, he stops the car, exiting to open and hold the door for the shamed faux chatelaine of the Clark mansion. A totally naked Marcia Clark steps from the back. With the sun setting, the evening air is cool. Gentry notes the crinkled nipples.</p><p>“Thank you for letting me suck your penis, Sir,” the voice docile and sincere.</p><p>“You’re welcome. Are you going to smile for me?” Gentry made aware of the libidinous protocol of her imprisonment. “Thought it would be untoward on Fifth Avenue. But David likes to you offer an appropriate greeting.”</p><p>The hands lower, the feet part, the thighs open. Fingers go to the smooth hairless pubes, pinching the outer labia and tugging left and right. In the gloaming of dusk, Marcia exposes her most intimate anatomy, flashing the pink of her inner labia and vagina.</p><p>“Good girl. Go to the kitchen. Trudy will feed you. Your Master David is entertaining. She may stay for dinner.”</p><p>Indeed, Marcia looks to see a familiar Mercedes parked in the near distance. It rankles, her one time best friend regularly visiting. It further disturbs that before the evening is out she will probably be requested to pose for the woman... though ‘requested’ may not be the appropriate term.</p><p>Gentry grabs the shoes, coat and wig. Marcia knows to return her hands to her head, enter and proceed to the kitchen. She is indeed hungry. </p><p>“Welcome home, Marcia,” cook Trudy greets with enthusiasm as Marcia’s bare feet pad the tile floor of the kitchen. “You must be hungry. David said you’d be having a busy afternoon.”</p><p>Marcia nods, immediately knowing to go to her knees. As Trudy presents her food bowl Marcia further lowers and kisses her shoes.</p><p>“Good girl. I’ve got lots of scraps for you. A full bowl.” </p><p>It’s telling that being fed like a dog is cook Trudy’s paradigm. Husband David simply laughed when first hearing of the deviant protocol his cook demands. He does not intercede. In his mind, wife Marcia must show respect for all.</p><p>Trudy withdraws her foot, bends and places the bowl on the floor. Marcia knows to partake, shifting and lowering her face to the bowl. Hands returned to the back of her bald head, using fingers to eat is not permitted. Trudy smiles in hearing the human canine take in the slop, water poured over the mess to make it appear insalubrious.</p><p>“I suppose you fellated, Gentry.”</p><p>“Yes, Ma’am,” mouth full, Marcia garbling the words.</p><p>“Yes, see cock... suck cock. Amazing what they did to you in that Chinese prison... that magical tongue... wrapping those lips around anything and everything. Showing your cunt. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”</p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-48806835119518702152023-12-02T00:00:00.001-08:002023-12-02T00:00:00.143-08:00'Retribution', Segment X<p><u>New York (the present)</u></p><p>Marcia Clark exits the penthouse of her kuxing zhe, stepping to the foyer to dress. She dons the long overcoat and flats, her only attire. Exhausted, she crudely covers her head with the wig of raven hair, too tired to prink and preen. She no longer gives consideration to her appearance, the wig simply to avoid attracting attention, conscious that her bald head combined with missing eyebrows brings an alien look. </p><p>The limousine of husband David Clark is parked nearby. In approaching, the driver exits and opens the rear door. As Marcia lowers herself to enter, the driver pushes the door partially closed, denying entry.</p><p>“Please no games, Gentry. It’s been a long afternoon.”</p><p>“Your Master’s orders, Marcia.”</p><p>“But we’re in the middle of Manhattan!” the protest coming as the enormous black hand of the driver reaches and grabs the wig. </p><p>“Then you should make it quick. Coat and shoes... now.”</p><p>Marcia looks about. Though the sidewalks are busy, there is no one directly looking. She kicks off her flats. Then in a well coordinated move slips off the long coat, ungainly in that the weather is warm, tossing to driver Gentry and reaching for the partially opened rear door. A smiling Gentry yields not, still denying entry. Marcia Clark, having spent two years completely naked in Guangdong Penitentiary, is again exposed to all.</p><p>“You have something to ask me?” Gentry’s voice low and sultry.</p><p>“Here?”</p><p>“In the back. I’ve never had a blow job on Fifth Avenue. Ask and I’ll join you in the back.” </p><p>Marcia looks down, by rote her hands going to the back of her bald head, caution abandoned.</p><p>“May I suck your penis, Sir?”</p><p>She consoles herself. If there is trouble, detained for indecent exposure, wealthy husband David will post bail... eventually.</p><p>Gentry responds... waiting a moment... a long moment in Marcia’s racing mind... silently opening the limousine door in full then stepping behind as Marcia scrambles from view.</p><p>In entering Marcia knows to kneel on the floor. Gentry joins her, casting aside the wig, coat and shoes then seating himself.</p><p>“When your husband made arrangements for your escape and return, he told me you like big black cock. Asked me to accommodate. ‘Consider it a perquisite of employment’ he said,” Gentry laughing as he unzips. “And I told him... I’m married. I lose my wife, David, and you lose the best cook you’ve had. And that’s when I learned how a rich man like David becomes rich. ‘You’re covered’, he said. ‘I already spoke to Trudy. Seems you’ve not been taking full care of her, Gentry.’ And he’s right. Trudy enjoys... and deserves... good head... something I’m not given to do. And now she’s taken care of as well. Marcia, you’ve got busy lips,” pulling an enormous penis from the confines of his uniform slacks.</p><p>Marcia knows to lean forth, obediently engulfing, tongue swishing and swirling.</p><p>“Take your time, Marcia. It’s rush hour. May as well let the traffic pass. You decide... in your mouth... or down your throat. Makes no matter to me.” </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-42997754864361853262023-12-01T10:18:00.000-08:002023-12-01T10:43:59.503-08:00'Retribution' published<p> <i>I have published the referenced story on Lulu.</i></p><p><i>36,700 words, $4.32.</i></p><p><i>December 16 will be the last posted segment here on the blog.</i></p><p><i>Enjoy,</i></p><p><i>CB</i></p><p><i>Be sure to give yourself access to explicit content.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><i>https://www.lulu.com/shop/chris-bellows/retribution/ebook/product-844kr2n.html?q=retribution&page=1&pageSize=4</i></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-84972315925667239332023-11-25T00:00:00.001-08:002023-11-25T00:00:00.147-08:00'Retribution' Segment IX<p><u>Guangdong (two years past)</u></p><p>“Your last nail, qiufan,” the kuxing zhe gripping the little right toe with the specially shaped pliers.</p><p>There comes the scream.... followed by beseeching sobs. Despite having endured equivalent pain for the past nineteen days, Marcia Clark cannot be stoic. She sings.</p><p>“And you are hairless. We’ll see if anything dares grow back. If more depilatory is required so be it.”</p><p>“Thank you, my shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“Thanking for what?”</p><p>“For taking care of me. All that you do.”</p><p>The kuxing zhe smiles. Most would say the woman is delusional. She instead knows her qiufan is broken, entering a masochistic state of delirium. She has learned to enjoy the agonizing attention.</p><p>Antiseptic is applied, the toe carefully bandaged. The kuxing zhe then moves to the top of the death bed, inspecting the fingers. Almost all have healed, ten days since the last removal. She then smooths her hands over the well bound naked form. She knows her masterful touch has come to bring a brisance of warped joy, smiling in seeing the nipples crinkle in delight. Though the touch is accepted as sensual, it is clinical, inspecting for stubborn follicles.</p><p>There are none.</p><p>“Smooth and vulnerable... and a nice, soft layer of Caucasian flesh. The warden will find attraction. You will please in being so exposed.”</p><p>“Thank you, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe,” the tone genuinely grateful. “I want to please.”</p><p>“I can now torture you, qiufan. I’ll see if the death bed can be put aside. If truly broken we can spend more time together.” </p><p>“Thank you shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe. You do so much for me.”</p><p>“And you will be doing things for me,” the smoothing hands stopping as the pubes. “The chemicals... very painful here.”</p><p>Indeed, applying so near the epidermis of the clitoral hood and labia brought notable screeching. ‘My qiufan shall not forget,’ the kuxing zhe thinks to herself, briskly rubbing about the outer labia to bring arousal. Fingers of the left hand go to her right nipple, gently pinching to enhance her excitement. The kuxing zhe smiles in smelling her feminine fragrance.</p><p>“Thank you, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe, thank you.”</p><p>“You see, I do things for you that you want me to do. And you will do more for me than just sing.”</p><p>The fingers of the manipulating hand slip inward.</p><p>“I’m going to learn about you... your cunt. And you will learn of mine. But not with your fingers. You will explore me with your tongue and lips, qiufan. And you will thank me for letting you taste me.”</p><p>But... but... I don’t...”</p><p>“Yes you will. I am everything to you now, qiufan. Your torturer and the one who cares for you. And you will care for me.”</p><p>Marcia Clark senses pending climax, the haunting words adding to her dilemma. She does not want to be a woman’s toy, the fingers playing and playing. Feet attempt to kick, arms fight the tight bondage, hands and thumbs tugging, straining all the straps of the four point restraint.</p><p>Her kuxing zhe smiles, hands withdrawing, climax not to be achieved.</p><p>“You will climax for me... when I want you to climax. There’s more sacrifice to come, my qiufan. More of you to become a gift... to your kuxing zhe... your shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe.”</p><p>Three weeks of daily torment... toe nails and fingers nails extracted... skin chemically scorched... hair follicles decimated.... the kuxing zhe knows too well of the desperation. The ultimate ecstasy of orgasm a dire need.</p><p>“Tomorrow you will ask me to bring you to the xingxun shi. You want me to torture you. You want to please me. You will begin to learn how.” </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-83640416399392446872023-11-20T10:04:00.000-08:002023-11-20T10:04:02.147-08:00Sequel... 'Chained'... 'Chained & Protected'<p><i>I have outlined in my mind a sequel to the referenced stories and indicated such would be published in November. However, 'Chained & Protected' did not seem well received (not to mention lack of comments) and I have refrained from preceding with the endeavor.</i></p><p><i>Any readers have thoughts?</i></p><p><br /></p>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-5834230419036079952023-11-18T00:00:00.002-08:002023-11-18T00:00:00.134-08:00'Retribution', Segment VIII<p> <u>New York (the present)</u></p><p>“My client enjoyed your exhibition, qiufan. And your song,” the freezing cold sponge bath reviving. “Therefore you have once again pleased your kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“Thank you, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“Perhaps some more twists. The legs. No client... you’ll just sing for me.”</p><p>“If you’d like, kuxing zhe. I want to please you. The chauffeur will wait.”</p><p>My suggestion was a test... of my qiufan’s masochism. Her need to offer herself to me remains ingrained. Mentally and emotionally I have tested her limits and there is more to be tolerated. But she needs to be able to walk. I know the physical limits of stretching the ligaments. It is the experience and training of the kuxing zhe to understand when the application of intense pain turns to damage. It is essential to what I do. One cannot torture the debilitated.</p><p>Instead I move to stand between her upturned legs, thighs widely parted, her sex beckoning beneath her rose bud opening, her pink flesh welcoming. Once again I penetrate, two fingers gliding inward with ease. My qiufan remains lustfully wet. She sings for me again... a low moan of delight.</p><p>“Does your benefactor masturbate you... permit masturbation?”</p><p>“No, kuxing zhe. I am watched... and... well... my hands are tethered at night.”</p><p>“So no relief... and therefor the pain remains being welcomed... cathartic for you. You are tormented?” my fingers working within her vagina. </p><p>I know her... know her most intimate feminine anatomy. She squirts, orgasm brings her to ejaculate. It amuses. One finger of my right hand pressing her ‘G’ spot, two fingers of my left massaging her clitoral hood, and I can make her erupt.</p><p>But I won’t. Just bring her close. Another form of torture.</p><p>“There is no fubu muban... no linzhong chuang... in my benefactor’s home.”</p><p>“And you have no marks... so there is no corporal punishment.”</p><p>“Correct, kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“I will again contact your benefactor. Remind him of your needs. That once broken a shou nue kuang (masochist) requires attention.” </p><p>“Thank you, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe. May squirt I for you?” </p><p>“No,” cruelly withdrawing my hands and fingers. “Enough. Perhaps I will torture you again. I have a woman who may appreciate your skills... your level of tolerance. She pays well, in the past bringing a boy for her amusement. She may enjoy hearing a woman sing instead.” </p><p>I move to the wall switch, flipping to lower the belly board. My qiufan knows the session of intense pain has ended. Is she disappointed? With her benefactor withholding all forms of physical torment, with my fingers bringing her close to orgasm... she most likely is.</p><p>Such is the world of the masochist. There is addiction... to the rush of hormones brought about by her torturer. And such hormones surge with pain, abetted by the intensity of the humiliation in giving herself to the sadistic whims of a superior. It’s not that she wants to surrender... to submit. She must. No pain... no rush.</p><p>I release the rope encircling arms and legs. I know too well the surging circulation will bring an initial stab of renewed pain followed by welcomed warmth, motion momentarily strained. Plus there has been the deluge of hormones... my torment spurring endorphins and oxytocin. She is drained. I have drained her.</p><p>“Dress yourself and leave,” I succinctly advise, stepping from my xingxun shi. </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-73570509307807123272023-11-11T00:00:00.001-08:002023-11-17T07:06:40.204-08:00'Retribution', Segment VII<p><u>Guangdong Penitentiary (two years past)</u></p><p>Marcia Clark learns of the resolve of a Chinese torturer. And yes, she uses the phrase shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe in addressing the woman who daily rips away a fingernail. The process is done slowly, her Kuxing zhe explaining torture is never to be rushed... not in China... and particularly not at Guangdong Penitentiary.</p><p>In trying to appease the woman, Marcia divulges the presumed anger of her husband David... her benefactor... able to recite his last communication to her, the note in the hotel room, verbatim. Revenge. But her explanation stops not the agony, every morning a nail surrendered, always before any food, vomiting to be avoided.</p><p>Immobilized in tight four point restraint, Marcia is able to thrash about her head... and move her vocal cords, bestowing the entire prison with begging words and her ‘song’ of suffering. </p><p>With finger number six, Marcia realizes nothing... no words of entreaty... will save her nails... and avoid the pain. Instead she beseeches for more quickness.</p><p>“Please, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe, faster. Just pull,” the appeal bringing a smile, and no change in pace.</p><p>Marcia cannot help noting the attentive after care. Each deformed finger is soaked in antiseptic solution and bandaged with the diligence of a hospital visit.</p><p>Within ten days comes time for the toe nails, there are no more words to be squealed, well worn vocal cords strained with unintelligible lung emptying cries of agony.</p><p>Marcia is fed daily, her kuxing zhe spoon feeding, mother to infant, mouth wiped for untoward neatness. There is bathing, a warm wet chamois smoothed over every inch of well exposed flesh, genitalia and anus attentively cleansed after urination and every bowel movement. Marcia initially protests, that given a free hand she can tend to herself.</p><p>“But you will not, qiufan, You are to lie on the linzhong chuang until deemed broken. You are to be tortured. To move is to bring relief.” </p><p>That said there is one anomalous aspect of the daily care. The thumb restraints are released, her kuxing zhe cradles her head and lifts, sitting up the prisoner and then massaging and rubbing her back with the tenderness of a mother tending to an infant. The arms are worked as well. Thereafter the toe rings are released and the legs lifted and massaged with equal attention.</p><p>“No bedsores, qiufan. That would require release from the linzhong chuang,” her kuxing zhe explaining the momentary release.</p><p>Some half dozen fingernails torn away, there is to come more to the daily Guangdong prison protocol. </p><p>“We need to tend to your hair, qiufan. The chemicals are strong. Your benefactor insists on the harshest of applications,” the words coming as the kuxing zhe crudely begins clipping away at the head and pubes. “It will be painful as well. Not as intense as ripping away your nails... but the coating of chemicals will remain in place for much time.”</p><p>The kuxing zhe smiles, hearing delusional laughter from her qiufan. She is beginning to break. </p><p>Aside from the daily intervals of intense suffering, there also comes distress in that the large cell is open to viewing, three solid walls, the fourth of bars enabling guards and other passersby to pause and gaze at the well secured nakedness of the qiufan. Marcia notes the wicked smiles, the many bandaged digits, the intensity of the tightness, a body coated in foul smelling defoliating chemicals seeming to amuse.</p><p>“Must they watch? Must they see me?” Marcia finding words as her kuxing zhe chemically swabs her body once more.</p><p>“Yes, qiufan, you would prefer to be tortured privately. Grace only your kuxing zhe with your song. It’s what happens.”</p><p>Knowing that the chemicals will soon begin to burn, Marcia hastens the exchange.</p><p>“What happens? What is it that happens?”</p><p>“You find quiescence in my care... the things I do for you. You find dismay in sharing with others... those who enjoy your exhibition.”</p><p>“I don’t understand.”</p><p>“It’s like making love... what we do... what you give me... what I give you. You’re beginning to think it’s for us... not for the joy of others.”</p><p>“The bars, kuxing zhe... open to the hall. It cannot be helped."</p><p>“In time we will go to the xingxun shi... the torture chamber... after you’re broken. And there your masochism will reign. You will do things for me... you will want to do things for me... surrender yourself to me... your pride... your soul... your dignity. It’s an offering... your gift to me.”</p><p>“Why?”</p><p>“Because I am your kuxing zhe... your shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe. I do things for you that you want me to do.”</p><p>“You don’t.”</p><p>“I do. You’ll see,” smiling in seeing the strong chemicals begin to burn, conversation over. </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-52203608322423127552023-11-04T00:00:00.001-07:002023-11-04T00:00:00.140-07:00'Retribution', Segment VI<p><u>New York (the present)</u></p><p>As I work the right arm, the outbursts of shrieks become a continuous moan of agony, the bamboo turning ever so slightly. This evidences surrender... and exhaustion. No more energetic outbursts. Well experienced, I am careful to avoid an outright tear of the ligaments. Such would debilitate. Such would require medical attention. In Guangdong Penitentiary such would mean rest and recuperation. Yes, I avoid tearing.</p><p>In the midst of a very slow turn I hear a determinative gasp of joy and a gurgle. I look to see my client is grasping his companion’s head with zeal, his own head slumped back, eyes closed. The companion... termed a twink... has admirable oral skills, keeping my client at the brink throughout my qiufan’s ordeal. The twink gently rights the man’s privates, pushing through the zipper and closing. He then obediently stays in place as my client recovers.</p><p>With the release, his interest in my show, the ultimate in power exchange, fades. If I know men... and I do... he will need a drink. Perhaps whiskey at a nearby gay bar, his leashed twink kneeling at his side.</p><p>“I’ll be going. Will you finish her?” my client inquires, rising from the large well stuffed chair and pointing to the twink’s clothing for him to dress.</p><p>“You can let yourself out. There is more for my qiufan, yes,” maintaining the tormenting hold on the tightening stick of bamboo. </p><p>“Maybe I should better ask... will your qiufan finish you?” </p><p>“That need not be told... and is not part of the exhibition,” my voice stern.</p><p>I can be authoritative with my clients. There is no other place in New York to be so entertained. And besides, as a hater of women, the man would have no real interest in me ‘finishing’ my qiufan... or in she ‘finishing’ me.</p><p>“For her,” reaching to his wallet, extracting some bills.</p><p>“That is not necessary. My qiufan needs pain and humiliation... not money.” </p><p>The man nods, takes up the leash and leads his twink to the door.</p><p>There is no clock, but I know I have worked my qiufan’s joints for hours. The bamboo sticks of the legs and left arm remain applying tension. I stabilize that of the right arm then step to my qiufan’s head. There are tears. She sobs. Such catharsis. My hands return to her breasts, soothing.</p><p>“It disturbs that I no longer torture you alone?”</p><p>“It’s... it’s... different, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe,” the voice straining, the suffering diminished yet remaining.</p><p>“Different good? Adding to your shame and humiliation?”</p><p>“I miss you, kuxing zhe,” emphasis on ‘you’.</p><p>“I noticed your nails have not grown back. That is common. A third removal is rarely needed. The fingers... they too surrender. But I have a linzhong chuang,” (death bed). “I will contact your benefactor. You can lie on it.”</p><p>“Please, kuxing zhe!”</p><p>“Please yes... or please no? Not that it matters. Your benefactor will decide. But the linzhong chuang requires much time to be appreciated. Your benefactor may miss you.”</p><p>I step away. Being a well experienced kuxing zhe, I know my qiufan is entering a stupor. With the hours of excruciating suffering the body capitulates, telling the cerebral cortex to shut down. I go to the bucket of water, the ice not yet fully melting. A wet freezing cold cloth will revive.</p><p>In returning, about to cleanse her sweat covered nakedness, I hesitate. My qiufan is in a dream like state, talk of the death bed bringing memories. Pleasant? Only the masochist can explain.</p><p><u>Guangdong (two years past)</u> </p><p>“You’ve been assigned a private cell... large. Her benefactor has influence. You know of the standard indoctrination procedures... Guandong Penitentiary orientation,” the warden smiling wickedly.</p><p>“Yes, warden... hair and nails” the kuxing zhe replies.</p><p>“There is a linzhong chuang in the cell. Use it. Do not release her until broken... hairless... and declawed. And if teeth become a problem, let me know. She won’t be the first American girl needing to be defanged.”</p><p>“Yes, warden.” </p><p>And so goes Marcia Clark’s introduction to her kuxing zhe... to be her shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe.</p><p>“Come,” a hand reaching, fingers grasping the left mammary gland.</p><p>The grip is firm and convincing. Marcia Clark, gasps but follows as her kuxing zhe leads from the warden’s office.</p><p>“You do not need to know my name. I know yours but will not use it. I know almost everything about you. And what I do not know you will tell me. We will be spending much time together. Everything you need... torture included... will come from me,” the woman in the drab gray pullover dress explains as the duo travel the concrete hallways of the prison.</p><p>Marcia Clark, in fear, keeps her hands to the back of her head. On a occasion they pass a guard, the male guards gazing lasciviously at her nakedness.</p><p>“They will not touch you,” the kuzing zhe advises to comfort. “But in deference I will teach you how to properly smile for them. It shows respect.”</p><p>Reaching a large enclosure, three walls of cement, no windows, the fourth a facade of steel bars, Marcia is led inside.</p><p>“In an American prison, I would be considered a trusty, an inmate given privileges for good behavior. My good behavior comes from utilizing my skill set... the application of pain... without compunction.”</p><p>With the frightening words, Marcia peers about. There is a comfortable bed and a curious horizontal board, wide and some eight feet in length. There is an opening of size in the middle. Ominously at the corners of the plank there are sizable eye bolts with attached straps.</p><p>“That is where you will sleep,” noting her qiufan’s gaze. “And eat... and pass away all your time... until you are broken... as the warden suggested.”</p><p>“But... but... there’s....”</p><p>“No padding, yes. This is Guangdong Penitentiary... not a hotel. No more speaking. It is termed the linzhong chuang... death bed. There have been prisoners shackled to it for the remainder of their lives. You will not be one of them. Perhaps though you will wish you were. The hole is for your buttocks. You will defecate and urinate into the bucket below. No need to be released for toilet... until you break. I will feed you and bathe you. As trusty, I do not handle your waste bucket.”</p><p>Marcia is guided to sit on the board, propped up on legs some two feet off the cell floor.</p><p>“After you are hairless and declawed... broken... the xingxun shi... torture chamber... is down the hall. There you will perform for me.”</p><p>The kuxing zhe smiles in seeing the look of horror. </p><p>“Your hands, qiufan. We don’t use manacles here. Expensive... and when in long term bondage can chafe the skin. Such can bring infection.”</p><p>An overwhelmed Marcia Clark, in a trance of bewilderment, obediently offers her hands. Her kuxing zhe isolates the right thumb, pressing a solid steel ring to it then encircling both ring and appendage with a small hose clamp. She tightens the hose clamp with a special tool.</p><p>“So we use hose clamps, cost some thirty cents in American money. And very effective. When needing to bind thousands of prisoners there are savings... and no need for keys,” the explanation coming as the left thumb is similarly encircled.</p><p>“Lie down, buttocks over the opening, hands above your head.”</p><p>Obedience again, Marcia hears a click, click as the rings adhered to her thumbs are quickly clipped to the straps overhead. </p><p>“You are a good qiufan. Very obedient. Now your toes.”</p><p>Working with alacrity Marcia’s big toes are clamped, rings attached. Two clicks come as such are restrained to straps at the button corners of the linzhong chuang. </p><p>“Retribution... my qiufan. Your benefactor is very determined. You must tell me what you have done to earn such special... and expensive... treatment,” the words come as the kuxing zhe moves about the four corners of the board tightening each strap to leave Marcia in four point restraint. </p><p>“I cannot move!”</p><p>“Yes, we make it nice and tight for our qiufans here at Guangdong Penitentiary. And you must address me as your kuxing zhe. Better shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe... revered torturer.”</p><p>“Yes Ma’am. But what if I need to... ah... use the toilet?”</p><p>“As I said, there is a bucket under the opening where you will move your bowels and urinate. There will be no need for you to move. And it is best that you be tightly bound. I am going to remove your nails... fingers and toes. You heard the warden. You are to be declawed. One per day. In three weeks you’ll be without nails... no scratching. And endure immense pain... and for sure addressing me as shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe.” </p><p>Marcia begins to sob. Her kuxing zhe steps away and returns with a soft paper towel, gently brushing away the tears, her tender touch anomalous.</p><p>“Now tell me... explain the determination of your benefactor.” </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-67205117160481422272023-10-28T00:00:00.001-07:002023-10-28T00:00:00.149-07:00'Retribution', Segment V<p><u>New York (the present)</u></p><p>“Shall we begin, qiufan? Perhaps the left leg.”</p><p>“If it pleases you, shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe.” </p><p>The torture begins. I grab another length of bamboo, pushing such into the rope encircling the thigh and foot. I slowly twist... ever so slowly. In tightening the tether the ligaments at the knee stretch, the bamboo tucked behind the joint bringing leverage.</p><p>It is simple, there is little effort on my part. I can twist and tighten with one finger of my hand. But it brings such excruciating pain. My qiufan beings to sing. A howl.</p><p>Gone are the days when she would beg me to stop. My qiufan learned the futility of that. Instead she knows I want to hear her cries of agony. She accommodates.</p><p>I stop, letting the pain signals rush to the cerebral cortex. I look over to my client. Yes, there is misogyny. He squirms in his chair, his growing erection trapped by his slacks and underwear. In a way, he suffers as well. </p><p>“I would not consider it indecorous if your girl chooses to please you,” I call out. “My qiufan and I will be moving to another place,” politely suggesting if my client wants to be sucked off while I work it is of little concern to me.</p><p>And yes, torturer and tortured do enter another world with the intensity of the exchange. While I work a girl there could be an earthquake and I would not notice... as with my qiufan. In countering the agony endorphins flow... and oxytocin... the body attempting to counter the pain signals. And that is why deliberation is needed. The hormones flow, masking the agony... therefore a good kuxing zhe patiently waits and then increases the level of pain.</p><p>It becomes a contest... assuring the suffering does not diminish... instead slowly growing.</p><p>I return my attention, ever so slightly twisting, tightening the encircling binding, stretching the ligaments at the knee. There comes more music... another howl.</p><p>Peripherally I note shifting in the dark corner where sits my client. The leash tightens, the boy... girl... shuffles about, head and shoulders pressed between my client’s knees.</p><p>I smile to myself, thinking of my qiufan introducing herself by humbly asking to suck my client’s penis. It appears his yinjing is well cared for and that my qiufan’s gender is not appropriate for the task.</p><p>Leaving in place the adjusting bamboo and the rope tightened I step to my qiufan’s front, tenderly grazing my hands over her bald head, wiping away tears. Then I go to the breasts, cupping glands of size then diddling the nipples to bring joy and more oxytocin. This is devious, my fingers cause the hormones to increase which temporarily counters the pain. Until of course I resume, with more twists and more tightness to in turn overcome the brief relief. This torturing becomes a contest... which I as kuxing zhe always win... the prize being her song. </p><p>“Have you missed me? It’s been a few months. Does your benefactor torture you?”</p><p>“Yes, my shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe, I have missed your devotion... your attention to my needs. Dav... ah... my benefactor... torments me in different ways.”</p><p>“I see. That is why he sent you to me. You need to feel pain... physical pain... your masochism assuaged. He is a good benefactor. Do you take care of his yinjing?”</p><p>“He... well... not as I would like, kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“Of course not. You will please it as he wishes. And how is that?”</p><p>“I clean it for him. After...”</p><p>“After what?”</p><p>“He... has a girl... and... “</p><p>“So you clean him after sex. And the girl?”</p><p>“I clean her as well, kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“Yes, keeps you humble... no pride in that. So my training in Guangdong Penitentiary is put to good use.” </p><p>“Yes, kuxing zhe. Thank you for training me.”</p><p>The sincere thanks brings me to smile. For two years this kuxing zhe and qiufan were inseparable, eating together, sleeping together, enjoying torture together. I am missed. And in a way I miss her. </p><p>I glance to my client. During our exchange his companion has disrobed. The mystery of his/her gender to be solved. In seeing the head bobbing between my client’s thighs, such brings my thoughts back to the exposition of torture which my client has commissioned. I must resume.</p><p>“An arm next, qiufan? You need to suffer more.”</p><p>“If you would like shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“Yes I would. It is best for you. Left or right?” </p><p>“I don’t know, kuxing zhe.”</p><p>“I suppose it matters not. Both will be stretched and tormented before day’s end. And my nose suggests your cunt ripens. Quite fragrant. Therefore you must be quite wet.”</p><p>With that I step back between the wide spread thighs, my hand going to her yawning vaginal opening. Two fingers slip within her portal with notable ease. Torture... my torture... has come to arouse. I am pleased.</p><p>“You’re sopping wet, qiufan. I think being watched while naked, bound and singing adds to your arousal.” </p><p>Fingers toying, bringing more oxytocin, I glance behind, my client is being well serviced, the head of his companion bobbing briskly at the crotch. I note that just as my qiufan has been trained to always present herself with feet parted, thighs well spread, the naked companion so poses. A flaccid penis swings about between the thighs. Though long, it is boyishly thin. And there is nothing else to confirm his gender. The rumor concerning a transforming visit to Mexico is true. And such jives. As a misogynist my client would not deign to let a woman please him. </p><p>I withdraw. The arms need attention. Another stick of bamboo, more slow twisting. I decide on the left first. I return to my contest. There are comforting hormones to be addressed, more music to be heard.</p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-29706052298570768522023-10-21T00:00:00.002-07:002023-10-21T06:15:55.827-07:00'Retribution', Segment IV<p><u> Guangdong (two years past)</u></p><p>"You’re shivering. Are you cold?”</p><p>Inmate Marcia Clark, having been readily convicted and sentenced... fifteen years in Guangdong Penitentiary... stands in the office of the warden, hands folded to the back of her head, feet parted as directed.</p><p>“No Madame Warden. I’m not... well... clothing...”</p><p>“You have none... and you will go naked here at Guangdong Penitentiary. It is my rule for Caucasian inmates. I found foreign inmates... particularly American and British... to be haughty. You are not here to be haughty. You are here to be punished. Besides, there are the breasts. Chinese women are... shall we say more efficiently proportioned there. And the ripe well rounded breasts of the Caucasian inmates amuse. Plus without covering, silly notions of escape are put aside.”</p><p>“Yes, Madame Warden.”</p><p>“You’re to undergo special treatment here at Guangdong. It seems you have a benefactor. I don’t know who, but special arrangements have been made.”</p><p>“Arrangements Madame Warden?”</p><p>“You’re to be tortured... daily. We’re very good at that in China. Very careful... but very deliberate in applying pain and suffering. I have a kuxing zhe assigned to you... only you. Rather unusual... and expensive. She’ll always be with you. You will have awe and respect for her skills. She will do with you as she pleases.”</p><p>“Yes, Madame Warden,” the trembling most visible.</p><p>“But be heartened, your benefactor has arranged something even more unusual. Something called conjugal visits... unheard of in China. But the men’s prison is nearby and you’re to be transported there monthly. Although there is a proviso for weekly visits... at your choice. Your benefactor must have great influence in arranging for such.”</p><p>David... it can only be husband David, Marcia thinks to herself. Bribery is prevalent in China. And with his vast wealth he could probably pay off every government official in the province. </p><p>“I have a prisoner pose for me from time to time,” the warden nodding to a girl standing in the corner of her large office. “Instills discipline and amuses me. And my girls very much want to keep me amused.”</p><p>Another source of fearful trembling. The referenced inmate is well trussed, naked as is Marcia, bent at the waist, propped on the toes for her left foot, right leg bent behind, ankle held high in being secured to a collar about her neck. Her arms are pulled back, wrists restrained high by a rope leading to a ceiling hook.</p><p>“I call her pose the swan... as in the bird... spreading its wings for me... appearing about to fly. Very artful don’t you think? The naked human form as sculpture.”</p><p>“Ya... ya... yes, Madame Warden,” stuttering in fear.</p><p>“She was disrespectful to one of the guards... failing to please her... withholding the pleasure of her tongue and lips. Another hour or two as a swan and I think she’ll be very eager to please. Do keep that in mind. We don’t need silly pride here at Guangdong Penitentiary. “</p><p>With that. the warden rises from her desk, strolling to the human statue, left hand cupping the girl’s hairless mons, the right tweaking left nipple then right.</p><p>“She’s nicely wet,” left hand retracting and presented, moisture gleaming in the light. “All my girls develop a taste for suffering here. Masochism... the affinity for pain... manifests over time. It abets acceptance of an inmate’s station... to serve... to please... to amuse in bearing pain”</p><p>With the words, a Chinese woman in a one piece gray pullover dress knocks on the open office door.</p><p>“Ah, your kuxing zhe is here.” </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-51875462078997201712023-10-14T00:00:00.002-07:002023-10-14T03:10:06.448-07:00'Retribution', Segment III<p><u>New York (the present)</u></p><p>“Enough. The fubu muban.”</p><p>I point. My qiufan’s fingers release her lips, hands returning to the back of her bald head. She turns and prances on toes. I have trained her to approach torture with eagerness, whether feigned or real. It pleases me. Indeed in moving to the horizontal board of smoothly polished oak, hanging waist high from cables, her motion appears to be that of a child frolicking in a school yard. </p><p>She kneels, bending over, her stomach resting on the oak... thus the implement of torture is named fubu muban... belly board. </p><p>I work with deliberation, there is no rush to bring pain. It will be long, my agonizing efforts to occupy a good part of the afternoon. Thus the bucket of cold water waiting to revive a qiufan brought to delirium by the endless suffering. </p><p>Rope and hollow lengths of bamboo to start. On the belly board I work the joints, stretching the ligaments. As I place an eight inch length of bamboo behind the left knee, my qiufan knows to cooperate. Resistance is futile. She bends her leg, lifting her foot, heel to her buttock, entrapping the bamboo. I tie rope about the leg, encircling the upper thigh and the foot. Not tight, not loose, the bamboo becomes entrapped behind the knee Through the hollowness of the bamboo I thread a length of rope, pulling the two ends up and tying off above at a ceiling cable behind. As I work the right leg, I glance to my client, observing with fascination, intrigued that my qiufan would so facilely submit to my efforts.</p><p>It was not always so. The first time I tortured the woman required much effort.</p><p>Right leg bent, bamboo in place, leg and thigh encircled, rope threaded through and tied off behind. The ropes force my qiufan to widely part her thighs, opening her sex for visual examination... and more of course. And my client is correct, with my qiufan’s excitement and lacking hygiene, the odor of her opened vagina again fills the room air.</p><p>Such embarrassment. </p><p>I move to the arms. A length of bamboo at the elbow of an offered left arm, rope secures such in place encircling the bent arm at the biceps and wrist. I thread again rope through the hollow bamboo, the two ends are pulled upwards tying off above at the left cable supporting the board. The right arm follows.</p><p>In completing, my qiufan kneels, arms and legs bent, bamboo at the joints, rope holding such in place. She is immobile but for her head.</p><p>I slowly circle about, building the apprehension, checking the many ties.</p><p>“Have you eaten recently, qiufan? Are you going to vomit for me? You know what happens if you do. You may speak.”</p><p>“Yes, I know, my shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe. I have not eaten.”</p><p>“Good. I think a nostril binding will help you in your surrender to me,” my hands tenderly rubbing her bald head, a finger tapping her nose. “Would like to be so bound? You may speak.”</p><p>There is silence. No reply. My qiufan trembles knowing of the intense pain and frustration of such a restraint. Finally there comes a reply.</p><p>“If it pleases you, kuxing zhe.” </p><p>“It will. And you want to please.”</p><p>I step away, returning with a cord. On one end are attached curved metal implements, similar in shape to fish hooks but with bulbous lumps rather than sharp points. Such are inserted into the nostrils, the free end of the cord tied off above. The head shall not move. The discomfort brings tears which I gently brush away.</p><p>“You may sing for me, qiufan... for my client. Much time and money expended in sound proofing my xingxun shi.” (torture chamber).</p><p>I move to the door, closing, the interior surface covered with sound absorbing foam. Inside the room’s walls, beneath decorative paneling, is similar material. Such a difference from Guangdong prison where prisoner’s songs could be heard throughout the facility.</p><p>Next I step to a wall switch. Though not pertinent to the torture, suspension greatly enhances the sense of helplessness... and thus my power as kuxing zhe. I flip. The fubu muban rises, the cables lifting the board and my qiufan off the floor. Not by much, just a few inches. But as I said, the presentation is one of vulnerability. My qiufan’s gift of submission begins.</p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-14121727965841456812023-10-07T01:09:00.000-07:002023-10-07T01:09:23.474-07:00A glossary - Chinese terms<p><i> If readers are confused or annoyed with my use of Chinese terms, here is a glossary.</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p>qiufan - prisoner</p><p>kuxing zhe - torturer</p><p>shou ren zunjing kuxing zhe - revered torturer</p><p>linzhong chuang - death bed </p><p> xingxun shi -torture chamber</p><p>fubu muban -belly board</p><p>linzhong chuang - death bed</p><p>shou nue kuang - masochist</p><p></p><p>laohudeng - tiger bench</p><p><i><br /></i></p>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356168308449034603.post-43135673259794859812023-10-07T00:00:00.001-07:002023-10-07T00:00:00.144-07:00'Retribution', Segment II<p><u>Macau (two years past)</u></p><p>“David, there’s someone knocking on the door. David?”</p><p>There comes no reply. Marcia Clark rises from the stool of the small cosmetic table, putting aside her makeup. She strolls to the livingroom area of the vast luxury suite of the Macau hotel. No husband David. He must have gone to the lobby for newspapers. Marcia assures her robe is righted, nothing flashing, and goes to the hotel room door, the knocks turning to fervent pounding. She peers through the peephole. It is a uniformed policeman. Feeling safe, she opens.</p><p>“Ms. Marcia Clark?” an Asian man in plain clothes flashes a badge, the uniformed officer stepping aside.</p><p>“Yes.”</p><p>“Macau police. You need to come with us. We have questions.”</p><p>“Well... ah... you need to talk to my husband. He’s not here.”</p><p>“We need to talk to you. Come along.”</p><p>“But... but... I’m not dressed.”</p><p>“Get dressed. Be quick.”</p><p>There is urgency. There is stress. The police! Bad enough back in the States. But while on vacation in a foreign country!</p><p>Marcia leaves the door upon and turns to the bedroom. More stress... the man follows.</p><p>“I’ll need privacy.”</p><p>“You’ll need to be escorted.”</p><p>“My husband is a very powerful man. He’ll not be taking this lightly.”</p><p>He is... powerful... and he’s not at all taking this or anything to do with his wife Marcia lightly.</p><p>“The impertinence!” Marcia huffs doffing her robe, incorrectly assuming the plain clothes policeman would look away. He does not. He ogles. Marcia dresses quickly.</p><p>Back to the livingroom for her purse, Marcia spies an envelope propped on top, addressed with her name. She grabs as the officer takes her by the elbow.</p><p>“What’s this about?” a demand more than a question.</p><p>“Passing counterfeit currency. A very serious charge in Macau. The casinos have very strongly lobbied the government.”</p><p>“But my husband gave me all the money!”</p><p>The officer smiles evilly.</p><p>“Perhaps he will appear on your behalf. Perhaps he will wait and later visit you in prison.”</p><p>David did neither.</p><p>*****</p><p>The note.</p><p> <i> Dear Marcia,</i></p><p><span style="white-space: normal;"><i><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>If you’re reading this, you’re most likely under arrest. Sorry I could not be there. Gloating is not my thing. But revenge is. Since the Portuguese ceded control of Macau a few years ago, the island is subject to Chinese law and jurisdiction. I suspect you’ll be relegated to the mainland... Guangdong Penitentiary. It’s a warm climate there. Enjoy your stay. Do hope you’ll be getting some sun. I’ll try to stay in contact by way of the American consulate. And will also arrange some BCC for you.</i></span></p><p><span style="white-space: normal;"><i><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>David</i></span></p><p>Marcia reads, tears flowing as she awaits in court for a hearing. The shock of the notation... BCC... diminishes the distress of being arrested. Despite her head spinning, mind addled, husband David’s note brings clarity to her plight. BCC... big black cock. She used the term in what she thought were private communications with an old college friend... close... so close that they frequently... and explicitly... exchanged stories of their sexual exploits. </p><p>Marcia has been unfaithful. But it was discreet, she tells herself... both dalliances. With a surgeon... an erudite man of color... details of the relationship offered in confidence to her friend... her paramour whimsically described in the email as having ‘big black cock’. Her exuberant advisement... ‘try it’.</p><p>Obviously David learned and is not being whimsical about it, she realizes. A large wad of bills, apparently counterfeit, handed to her to splurge in the hotel casino. His absence at the time of her arrest... both telling. </p><div><br /></div>Chris Bellowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01861364945355670788noreply@blogger.com0