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Wednesday, September 14, 2016
'The Peg Board' in German
A friend and reader has taken the time to translate this short story into German. Now available from Lulu. $2.10.
http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/der-pflockbalkenreiter---the-peg-board-story-in-german/19388756
Saturday, September 10, 2016
The Musings of Chris Bellows now on Facebook.
With the blogging craze seeming to wane (I've been encountering more and more blogs that are either inactive or been taken down), I have ventured into Facebook.
Though not necessarily the medium for posting narrative, I have launched a page under the name Chris Bellows, a business. Postings here on the blog will be replicated there (I hope).
Please be tolerant of any clunkiness until I acclimate to the medium.
Though not necessarily the medium for posting narrative, I have launched a page under the name Chris Bellows, a business. Postings here on the blog will be replicated there (I hope).
Please be tolerant of any clunkiness until I acclimate to the medium.
Probation VIII
This concludes posting of the 'Probation' segments.
As a reminder the entire story is available at...
http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/probation/19234364
Next week, 'The Arrangement'. A short story to be fully posted on the blog.
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Footsteps! At last.
It must be Miss Abby. Yet whomever descends remains silent. There comes a dreaded thought ... the house is unlocked, as instructed, and throughout day workers entered and left. Have they returned? Peter’s sense of relief is incomplete. Who is it?
The footsteps thud the concrete floor then tap on the tiling which surrounds his kneeling form. More shame comes. He smells and he knows the entire basement reeks of his bodily wastes. Glad to be hooded, his hang dog look is best cloaked.
He feels motion about his Posey cuffs and gripping hands, then hears one click then another. As suspected, he can be easily bound, the steel poles rife with eyelets. The footsteps move away. Dare he speak?
There comes a rustling sound. A paper bag emptied. Then finally a voice.
“Obediently waiting for me... but you’ve soiled your diaper.”
Peter’s heart leaps with joy. It is Miss Abby.
“I’m sorry Miss Abby. I tried... tried so hard.”
“This is why you need me... need to learn discipline. You smell disgusting.”
“Yes Miss Abby, I’m sorry.”
“You’re fortunate. I know how to take care of boys... bad boys who can’t control their various urges.”
With the words Peter feels hands at the small of his back. He hears another click, this one bringing freedom rather than bondage. The tightness of his canvass diaper eases, the lock opened. Another leap of the heart.
“I had my brother in diapers for years... up until he went to college. The power exchange thrilled. At a time in life when the male hormones surge, his penis was under lock and key... unless I wanted it on display. I think that is best for you too Peter.”
The strap is lowered, the waist band loosened. Peter feels and hears the clinging garment fall to the tiling. With it comes the stronger smell of his urine soaked feces... his sense of shame grows.
“Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy little boy. And there’s a rule when you’re bathed... knees parted as far as possible. Always.”
“Yes, Miss Abby,” Peter immediately complying.
The footsteps move away. Peter hears running water, then the hiss of a spray.
“You’ll feel more open... more vulnerable posing for me like that. It’s important for boys like you to feel that way. Now I’ll give you a quick rinse first. Think we’ll both be better off.”
The footsteps return. The filthy cloth inner liner is pulled away. Though the odor grows stronger the sense of relief overwhelms.
“Thank you Miss Abby, thank you.”
The words of gratitude can barely be heard as a dousing spray of water, warmed perfectly, gently begins the long awaited cleansing. It is divine, Peter’s hooded head lowering with the odd revelry. There can be no doubt the woman long cared for someone so harshly encapsulated. Her actions bring incredible joy to flesh long subjected to irritation. When the spray tenderly laps at his genitals, Peter senses the twinges of male celebration. It’s embarrassing, but it feels so good.
“There’s special needed attention before I soap you, Peter. Little boys don’t have hair... so I stopped at the drug store. Afraid there’s going to be more bad smell for a while.”
Peter hears snaps of rubber. Then indeed comes a powerful chemical smell as gloved hands palpate to smooth a thick lotion over his entire body.
“Depilating cream. We’ll lather you up once a week for while. In time the follicles will surrender. And bad little boys have their little balls coated as well... so be good for me.”
Deed completed, next come more pleasant sensations as Peter feels soft wetness about his pubes.
“Used to shave my brother regularly. In addition to keeping him in diapers, I’d let him have some fun... every Saturday. Mother worked retail, long afternoons and evenings in the store. So it was then brother Bobbie was allowed to show off for me. Kept totally chaste, only out of his diaper for his bath, when I cuffed him I’d let had him run about the house naked. His penis would stand nicely for me. In reward I put him in make up. Such a girly boy was he... very pretty. And in being shaved down here, silk panties felt especially good to him.”
A razor whisks about as Miss Abby speaks. Again, with the speed and tenderness, Peter realizes the woman has many times before offered intimate care, the ultra sensitive scrotal flesh unscathed by the threateningly sharp razor.
The words and actions bring conflicting thoughts. The woman is reliving times considered to be enjoyable... the tenderhearted care of a psychotic younger brother. Peter oddly benefits, in no way endangered, instead being attentively cared for. But what of her psychosis? What is expected of him? What is the ultimate goal of this governing woman?
“Yes, Bobbie developed DPD... dependent personality disorder. Over the years, couldn’t make a decision... couldn’t do a thing without the assistance or concurrence of his big sister... that included eating and bathing. And going to the bathroom? He’d just piss and crap in his diaper... the big baby.”
“What happened to him?”
“Eventually I had to work. In graduating college there was no time to bathe, powder and put him back in diapers. So I found a nice gay couple for him to serve. He’s homophobic, so there’s just enough sexual tension to keep him on edge. He’s been trained to serve as housemaid.... in full make up, pedicure, prancing about in heels. And most fascinating, he now prefers to stay in his diapers... ostensibly getting very flustered in being stripped naked and changed by one man while another watches. But deep within, I know he senses a thrill. It’s in his psychological make up.”
Peter feels his penis firming. Why? The actions of her hands? Her words? Though casual and aloof, such describe a shocking fate. Miss Abby also notes his engorging manhood.
“You’re becoming erect for me, Peter. Why is that?”
“I... I... I don’t know,” the priapic reaction adding to the embarrassment.
“I believe I know why. You enjoy a woman’s maternal care. As I said, Peter, we have complementing penchants.”
Peter is left in silent thought as Miss Abby moves to retrieve the spray hose. More relief, more sense of tranquil calm comes as Peter’s entire form is rinsed, the depilation lotion and much body hair flowing to the drain.
“When did you last masturbate? I know sex is out. Little perverts like you have difficulty with girls... need to get drunk just to talk to them.”
“I can’t remember precisely.”
“Too bad... it was your last orgasm... and you can’t even remember. I kept my brother chaste for years. He’d put on the nicest stands for me... like his penis was trying to touch the ceiling, ha, ha, ha.”
Abby positions a low stool. For some reason Peter is heartened when the rubber gloves are removed and his entire body senses the softness of soapy hands and a soft cloth.
“My adult baby boy. You have nice skin Peter.”
“Thank you Miss Abby.”
As a reminder the entire story is available at...
http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/probation/19234364
Next week, 'The Arrangement'. A short story to be fully posted on the blog.
*************************************************************************
Footsteps! At last.
It must be Miss Abby. Yet whomever descends remains silent. There comes a dreaded thought ... the house is unlocked, as instructed, and throughout day workers entered and left. Have they returned? Peter’s sense of relief is incomplete. Who is it?
The footsteps thud the concrete floor then tap on the tiling which surrounds his kneeling form. More shame comes. He smells and he knows the entire basement reeks of his bodily wastes. Glad to be hooded, his hang dog look is best cloaked.
He feels motion about his Posey cuffs and gripping hands, then hears one click then another. As suspected, he can be easily bound, the steel poles rife with eyelets. The footsteps move away. Dare he speak?
There comes a rustling sound. A paper bag emptied. Then finally a voice.
“Obediently waiting for me... but you’ve soiled your diaper.”
Peter’s heart leaps with joy. It is Miss Abby.
“I’m sorry Miss Abby. I tried... tried so hard.”
“This is why you need me... need to learn discipline. You smell disgusting.”
“Yes Miss Abby, I’m sorry.”
“You’re fortunate. I know how to take care of boys... bad boys who can’t control their various urges.”
With the words Peter feels hands at the small of his back. He hears another click, this one bringing freedom rather than bondage. The tightness of his canvass diaper eases, the lock opened. Another leap of the heart.
“I had my brother in diapers for years... up until he went to college. The power exchange thrilled. At a time in life when the male hormones surge, his penis was under lock and key... unless I wanted it on display. I think that is best for you too Peter.”
The strap is lowered, the waist band loosened. Peter feels and hears the clinging garment fall to the tiling. With it comes the stronger smell of his urine soaked feces... his sense of shame grows.
“Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy little boy. And there’s a rule when you’re bathed... knees parted as far as possible. Always.”
“Yes, Miss Abby,” Peter immediately complying.
The footsteps move away. Peter hears running water, then the hiss of a spray.
“You’ll feel more open... more vulnerable posing for me like that. It’s important for boys like you to feel that way. Now I’ll give you a quick rinse first. Think we’ll both be better off.”
The footsteps return. The filthy cloth inner liner is pulled away. Though the odor grows stronger the sense of relief overwhelms.
“Thank you Miss Abby, thank you.”
The words of gratitude can barely be heard as a dousing spray of water, warmed perfectly, gently begins the long awaited cleansing. It is divine, Peter’s hooded head lowering with the odd revelry. There can be no doubt the woman long cared for someone so harshly encapsulated. Her actions bring incredible joy to flesh long subjected to irritation. When the spray tenderly laps at his genitals, Peter senses the twinges of male celebration. It’s embarrassing, but it feels so good.
“There’s special needed attention before I soap you, Peter. Little boys don’t have hair... so I stopped at the drug store. Afraid there’s going to be more bad smell for a while.”
Peter hears snaps of rubber. Then indeed comes a powerful chemical smell as gloved hands palpate to smooth a thick lotion over his entire body.
“Depilating cream. We’ll lather you up once a week for while. In time the follicles will surrender. And bad little boys have their little balls coated as well... so be good for me.”
Deed completed, next come more pleasant sensations as Peter feels soft wetness about his pubes.
“Used to shave my brother regularly. In addition to keeping him in diapers, I’d let him have some fun... every Saturday. Mother worked retail, long afternoons and evenings in the store. So it was then brother Bobbie was allowed to show off for me. Kept totally chaste, only out of his diaper for his bath, when I cuffed him I’d let had him run about the house naked. His penis would stand nicely for me. In reward I put him in make up. Such a girly boy was he... very pretty. And in being shaved down here, silk panties felt especially good to him.”
A razor whisks about as Miss Abby speaks. Again, with the speed and tenderness, Peter realizes the woman has many times before offered intimate care, the ultra sensitive scrotal flesh unscathed by the threateningly sharp razor.
The words and actions bring conflicting thoughts. The woman is reliving times considered to be enjoyable... the tenderhearted care of a psychotic younger brother. Peter oddly benefits, in no way endangered, instead being attentively cared for. But what of her psychosis? What is expected of him? What is the ultimate goal of this governing woman?
“Yes, Bobbie developed DPD... dependent personality disorder. Over the years, couldn’t make a decision... couldn’t do a thing without the assistance or concurrence of his big sister... that included eating and bathing. And going to the bathroom? He’d just piss and crap in his diaper... the big baby.”
“What happened to him?”
“Eventually I had to work. In graduating college there was no time to bathe, powder and put him back in diapers. So I found a nice gay couple for him to serve. He’s homophobic, so there’s just enough sexual tension to keep him on edge. He’s been trained to serve as housemaid.... in full make up, pedicure, prancing about in heels. And most fascinating, he now prefers to stay in his diapers... ostensibly getting very flustered in being stripped naked and changed by one man while another watches. But deep within, I know he senses a thrill. It’s in his psychological make up.”
Peter feels his penis firming. Why? The actions of her hands? Her words? Though casual and aloof, such describe a shocking fate. Miss Abby also notes his engorging manhood.
“You’re becoming erect for me, Peter. Why is that?”
“I... I... I don’t know,” the priapic reaction adding to the embarrassment.
“I believe I know why. You enjoy a woman’s maternal care. As I said, Peter, we have complementing penchants.”
Peter is left in silent thought as Miss Abby moves to retrieve the spray hose. More relief, more sense of tranquil calm comes as Peter’s entire form is rinsed, the depilation lotion and much body hair flowing to the drain.
“When did you last masturbate? I know sex is out. Little perverts like you have difficulty with girls... need to get drunk just to talk to them.”
“I can’t remember precisely.”
“Too bad... it was your last orgasm... and you can’t even remember. I kept my brother chaste for years. He’d put on the nicest stands for me... like his penis was trying to touch the ceiling, ha, ha, ha.”
Abby positions a low stool. For some reason Peter is heartened when the rubber gloves are removed and his entire body senses the softness of soapy hands and a soft cloth.
“My adult baby boy. You have nice skin Peter.”
“Thank you Miss Abby.”
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Probation VII
Wet... abundant moisture bringing prickliness in having peed in his diaper a third time... hungry, house devoid of sustenance... the market closes. Peter sends some emails, hoping no client desires to meet. He has yet to give thought as to how he avoids that.
Then comes the reminder shock, the collar zinging. He must retreat to the basement, await the unknown arrival of probation Officer Abby Bates.
From the small bedroom window he carefully checks the street. No pedestrians, no dog walkers, he dashes for the stairs. In stepping through the basement door, there comes relief, certain no one has seen his collared near nakedness. More steps, down to the basement, needing to cuff and hood himself, he has a moment to inspect. The workers have had a busy morning. Two vertical steel poles have been installed, floor to ceiling. There is floor tiling beneath and much plumbing work... a floor drain.
Water pipes now extend from the laundry room ending with faucets. And then the eyes focus on a curious piece of furniture... a chair... straight backed... restraints for the ankles at the front legs. A folded up tray looms over the back. Peter blinks his eyes. It is essentially a high chair but enormous when compared to that used for toddlers.
No time for more inspection, he fears an early arrival, punishment for not being properly positioned. Cuffs in place, velcro straps folded, he slips the hood over his head, kneels between the new poles and feels about, grasping the steel as instructed. His grip encounters eyelets, spaced every six inches, cuffs undoubtedly to be secured.
He waits in darkness, sensing the irritating acid of his own excretions. Time passes, unknown. He waits, he waits, he waits and then the unthinkable happens. There comes grumbling... below. The day has passed without emptying himself there, normally a morning function.
‘No’, he curses, ‘don’t do this to yourself’. He fights, clenching his gluteus maximum muscles in defiance of nature’s call. Where is Miss Abby? He so much needs her, needs to be unlocked. The stench of urine is foul enough.
The battle continues... but in time is lost. Odorous sludge joins the watery excretions of his diaper... thick, warm, oozing slowly. He closes his eyes in shame, realizing the basement reeks... and such will greet his Parole Officer... she in charge. Are there tears? The cloth hood absorbs. He is grateful.
Friday, September 2, 2016
Ideas
I most times begin my day scanning new profiles on Collarspace (formerly Collarme) and new postings on Craig’s List (using specific terms to search the myriad of listings).
Whereas many, if not most, are fakes and scams, one must remember I write fiction. So if the many profiles and listings are indeed fictional such serves to warm the cockles of my fervent fingers, turning to grist for the writing mill.
Recently came across this Craig’s List gem. It’s been posted before in the New York area. Real? I sent a complimentary note in reply... nothing received back as of this posting.
********************************************************************************
Dominant Couple Seeking Sissy Maid
READ THIS TO THE END Sir and Miss will know...
We are looking for a good sissy maid. We are an experienced Dominant couple with many years of training sissies. We play with both sexes and need a good sissy maid to help us around the house and the dungeon. You would be required to wear a sissy maid uniform when cleaning and attending to our guests. You will have to be comfortable dressed as a girl in front of men, women and other sissies.
Must be available at least once a week depending on what is going on. It might just be you and us the first time we meet. Other times, we have small get together's with TOPS and bottoms. Your job as a SISSY MAID is to serve us as well as our guests drinks and light cleaning.
We are a couple, we are both business professionals. We enjoy turning men into SISSY MAIDS. If you have been a Sissy / SISSY MAID before or this is your first time. We will work with you. Experience is good but not necessary.
Depending on what is going on the day you come
You will come in to our home as a male. Upon entering, your transformation and SISSY MAID training will begin. You will be forced and Feminized into SISSY MAID Service. In our presence you will be a girl to us. We will verbally humiliate you and at the same time encourage you to be a girl. Some light bondage and discipline if you are into it.
We will help you accept that you are a girl. That you were meant to be a girl. (SISSY MAID)
You will be Our Sissy Maid Slut Girl. We will have you pose and prance around in your panties and maid uniform.
You Will Be collared and put into Chastity while you are in our presence only.
You will wear a butt plug during your SISSY MAID training. As part of your continuing training the butt plugs will increase in size.
You will be DISCIPLINED to remind you that you are a girl and be rewarded for being a proper SISSY MAID.
We love to role-play and have a wild imagination.
Your wife or girlfriend sent you to us for Full Girl Transformation and SISSY MAID TRAINING.
You are ordered to report To US for Gender Reassignment and SISSY MAID TRAINING.
You were sold to us as property.
We are very open minded.
When leaving our home you will go back to being a man.
We are not looking for SEX and nor should you be.
Must be CLEAN. In shape, Weigh less then 200 pounds. No body odor.
Must have clean shaven face.
Must be 18 to 35 and in good shape.
When answering our Ad. Leave name, age and if any experience. We don't respond to one sentence notes.
Keep in mind that we are looking for regular service from our Sissy Maids. After serving us a few times. We also recommend you to other Dominant couples and Dominant women that are also looking for Sissy Maid service.
WE ARE NOT looking for sex, money or a one time session. If you are married or in a relationship that you want to keep this a secret form THIS WILL NOT WORK........ If you are not able to commit for regular service. THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.........
NOW, BE A GOOD GIRL...........YOU KNOW YOU WERE MEANT TO BE A GIRL...........
This is the real thing. We are the real thing and really enjoy doing this.
********************************************
Possibly fake. But the authors write with such zeal for the subject matter. And the listing is accompanied by many prurient drawings and cartoons of sissy maids in servitude.
In reading this listing, I do believe I could concoct a short story of 4,000 to 5,000 words, describing the initial visit of the protagonist sissy maid and the domineering couple who so energetically accommodate his/her needs.
Such wonderful fuel...
Whereas many, if not most, are fakes and scams, one must remember I write fiction. So if the many profiles and listings are indeed fictional such serves to warm the cockles of my fervent fingers, turning to grist for the writing mill.
Recently came across this Craig’s List gem. It’s been posted before in the New York area. Real? I sent a complimentary note in reply... nothing received back as of this posting.
********************************************************************************
Dominant Couple Seeking Sissy Maid
READ THIS TO THE END Sir and Miss will know...
We are looking for a good sissy maid. We are an experienced Dominant couple with many years of training sissies. We play with both sexes and need a good sissy maid to help us around the house and the dungeon. You would be required to wear a sissy maid uniform when cleaning and attending to our guests. You will have to be comfortable dressed as a girl in front of men, women and other sissies.
Must be available at least once a week depending on what is going on. It might just be you and us the first time we meet. Other times, we have small get together's with TOPS and bottoms. Your job as a SISSY MAID is to serve us as well as our guests drinks and light cleaning.
We are a couple, we are both business professionals. We enjoy turning men into SISSY MAIDS. If you have been a Sissy / SISSY MAID before or this is your first time. We will work with you. Experience is good but not necessary.
Depending on what is going on the day you come
You will come in to our home as a male. Upon entering, your transformation and SISSY MAID training will begin. You will be forced and Feminized into SISSY MAID Service. In our presence you will be a girl to us. We will verbally humiliate you and at the same time encourage you to be a girl. Some light bondage and discipline if you are into it.
We will help you accept that you are a girl. That you were meant to be a girl. (SISSY MAID)
You will be Our Sissy Maid Slut Girl. We will have you pose and prance around in your panties and maid uniform.
You Will Be collared and put into Chastity while you are in our presence only.
You will wear a butt plug during your SISSY MAID training. As part of your continuing training the butt plugs will increase in size.
You will be DISCIPLINED to remind you that you are a girl and be rewarded for being a proper SISSY MAID.
We love to role-play and have a wild imagination.
Your wife or girlfriend sent you to us for Full Girl Transformation and SISSY MAID TRAINING.
You are ordered to report To US for Gender Reassignment and SISSY MAID TRAINING.
You were sold to us as property.
We are very open minded.
When leaving our home you will go back to being a man.
We are not looking for SEX and nor should you be.
Must be CLEAN. In shape, Weigh less then 200 pounds. No body odor.
Must have clean shaven face.
Must be 18 to 35 and in good shape.
When answering our Ad. Leave name, age and if any experience. We don't respond to one sentence notes.
Keep in mind that we are looking for regular service from our Sissy Maids. After serving us a few times. We also recommend you to other Dominant couples and Dominant women that are also looking for Sissy Maid service.
WE ARE NOT looking for sex, money or a one time session. If you are married or in a relationship that you want to keep this a secret form THIS WILL NOT WORK........ If you are not able to commit for regular service. THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.........
NOW, BE A GOOD GIRL...........YOU KNOW YOU WERE MEANT TO BE A GIRL...........
This is the real thing. We are the real thing and really enjoy doing this.
********************************************
Possibly fake. But the authors write with such zeal for the subject matter. And the listing is accompanied by many prurient drawings and cartoons of sissy maids in servitude.
In reading this listing, I do believe I could concoct a short story of 4,000 to 5,000 words, describing the initial visit of the protagonist sissy maid and the domineering couple who so energetically accommodate his/her needs.
Such wonderful fuel...
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Probation VI
Peter’s thoughts are diverted. His normal rigorous attention to the market wanders, thinking about the strict protocol mandated by his home detention.
After being diapered and cuffed, Miss Abby returned to the kitchen. There she emptied every drawer of utensils, every cabinet of plates and glassware. All food removed. Refrigerator emptied. Admonishing in pointing out the many things Peter failed to move to storage, his neck collar was zinged in punishment.
Not even a knife and fork remaining for use, all went to the garage. Peter then noted that it was padlocked. In returning, she took the time to lock both bathrooms, taking the keys. Then gave her last directive for the evening.
‘Leave the house unlocked. There will be deliveries... workmen.’
So yes, his thoughts are diverted. How in diapers... smelly diapers... is he to greet visitors... delivery men? And what workers? And then there’s the neck collar to explain...
The doorbell rings. Peter’s heart leaps. What to do? Before deciding he hears his front door open. A husky male voice calls out.
“Delivery! Any one home? I have instructions to put this in the basement.”
“I... I’m sick in bed. The basement door is to your left. Should be open.”
What is the delivery? Though insatiably curious, Peter dares not show himself... collared... naked but for the smelly diaper. How can he explain himself? He begins to realize that his home detention is more limited then imagined. Even in the small spare bedroom he fears neighbors seeing him through curtainless windows.
Some market trades occupy his mind, not hearing the delivery man leave. Besides there is no need to check on anything. All possessions are locked in his garage.
Within an hour the doorbell rings again. This time a crew of men enter, calling out their presence and moving to the basement without further comment. For hours the rumble of heavy tools and machinery can be heard, again rousing curiosity. Whatever modifications Miss Abby has contrived are being timely initiated.
At midday there come reminder zings on his collar. Alas the recharger has been left in the den office!
With sunlight blazing throughout the house, not even comfortable slinking in the small bedroom, Peter faces a dilemma. The shyness brings reservation. Yet the growing agony as the reminder shocks become stronger and stronger demands response. There comes analysis. Neighbors may be few at midday, perhaps a dash to the den will be unnoticed. But the workmen remain toiling in the basement.
A debilitating shock forces Peter from his desk. He has no choice. The recharger must be found and connected. He tiptoes to the stairs checking out the windows. Nothing. He descends. Then comes the ultimate ignominy. Having held his bladder since the early morning mishap, a unbearable jolt comes. He stutter steps, catches himself, but urinates, the power of the electrical device bringing loss of control.
He pauses, lets the flow finish, regaining composure. Oh the humiliation, a woman’s hand controlling from afar. Yet the warmth, overriding the irritating cold wetness, feels good.
Miss Abby said he would acclimate. He begins to understand.
Continuing, the delay has consequences. There come thumps of work boots on the basement stairs. Peter ducks into the den, veiling himself from the workman but exposing his diapered form to passersby on the street. He curses the floor to ceiling window, installed to offer invigorating daylight in his place of work. Now it brings distress.
“Know you’re in there. Caught a glimpse of the... well whatever it is you’re wearing. Almost done. We’ll have the water turned back on so you can... shower.”
The male voice is craggy, aging. Apparently a plumber. And Peter quickly concludes the odor of his twice soiled diaper permeates the house as he moves about.
The offer of a shower is appealing. But both bathrooms are locked.
“Thank you. I’m not feeling well... not dressed.” Peter desperately plugging in his neck collar as he speaks, hoping the man will not seek a face to face talk.
Lying supine on the den carpet to best cloak his presence, Peter hears the front door open and close. Within minutes there are more footsteps, another opening and closing and gratefully the house turns to silence.
It’s a long day.
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