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He’s expensive, yes. But husband, Ted, was the first to hire a pro. I can do likewise.
When the doorman announces Anthony’s arrival I turn on the computer in the den and log onto the site. A rather colorful yet prosaic page flashes onto the screen...mundane pictures of tropical beaches and greenery... until I type in my special code. Then I am amazed to see the idyllic scene fade and the well bound and naked form of husband Ted come into view.
It is a live web video image from the secluded Caribbean Island. The internet era is incredible. Ted is some fifteen hundred miles away, so thoroughly trussed he can barely move, and I can watch his torment. He is so snugly secured, perched atop that little stool. And that metal thing in his nose must be very aggravating. I feel a tinge of arousal.
Surely it’s rather boring for him, but according to the instructions, telephone contact will liven things up a bit.
My well-hung but somewhat effeminate ‘escort’ knocks. I gruffly fling open the door. At five foot eight, my six feet seems to tower over the satiric Anthony and I enjoy using my height and strength to intimidate. I pull him into the apartment by the lapels on his jacket and toss him onto the couch.
“Strip,” I command. “You have work to do while I play on the web. Get yourself up and join me in the den.”
He knows I tip well and obeys, piling up his garments while I retrieve the cordless phone and return to the computer.
I dial in the special phone number provided by the ASBM. A very pleasant and firm woman’s voice answers. It is a recording.
“Thank you for calling our facility. Please enter the four digit code for the patient to be contacted, followed by the pound sign.”
The ASBM information suggests that Ted’s number is 4527. Obviously the digits have information encoded within. I cannot believe Constancia Island has so many ‘patients’ as to require a four digit number to distinguish each one. I push the keypad as Anthony crawls into the den...naked. As commanded he has stroked himself. A full and firm nine inches bobs about between his thighs.
‘Nice touch,’ I think to myself. He must really need the dough. And tonight he will earn it. I bought a new dildo which the young girl at the store assured me could barely be tolerated.
‘Yes, Anthony, crawl to mama. She’s going to make you feel very open tonight.’
I part my bathrobe and separate my thighs. Beneath I am without attire and have just trimmed my
pudendum to clear a path for Anthony’s lips and tongue. As I listen to the woman’s voice, I just point. Anthony knows what I want. He crawls between my knees.
“Welcome to Mr. Ted Dalton’s stimulation line. If this is your first call, please listen carefully to these instructions. Each charge requires a two digit number followed by the pound sign. The first digit will determine the level of voltage to be discharged. One is the lowest, five is moderate, nine is the most severe. You may press any number between one and nine.
“The second digit determines to which anatomical area the charge will be delivered. One is to the urethra within the penis, two is to the prostate gland, three is to the urethra and prostate simultaneously, four is to the left testicle, five is to the right testicle, six is to both testicles, seven is to the left nipple, eight is to the right nipple, nine delivers a simultaneous charge to all areas.
“The charge will be delivered while pressing the pound sign. For a brief charge press and quickly release the pound sign. For longer charges press and hold the pound sign.
“We recommend caution in applying a nine nine charge for any extended period.
“You may press zero for assistance at any time.
“Please press zero zero when you are through or just hang up.
“You will now be transferred to Mr. Dalton.”
I feel wetness, and it is not caused by Anthony’s assiduous tongue. The thought of lounging about in my den while tormenting my philandering husband hundreds of miles away as the oral efforts of my sycophantic 25 year old bring me to orgasm, causes an indescribable sexual rush.
“Lick,” I summarily command.
Meanwhile I press ‘36’ and tap the pound key to apply a moderate zing to Ted’s precious gonads. I watch the computer screen and within an instant he delightfully tries to squirm within his masterfully implemented bondage. Anthony’s hot wet tongue pierces my outer labia as I hear Ted’s moans in the earpiece.
It is a powerful exhibition, which includes sound. I am in heaven.
I hope the battery on the cordless phone will not need recharging before the evening ends.
Chapter Twenty
Ted Dalton
I understand why dinner has been withheld. I feel the zing of intermittent electrical shocks. Some are brief and merely annoying. Others are gut wrenching, seeming to fry my most intimate areas. Within moments of the first charge I begin to feel nauseous. Any food in my stomach would be quickly given up to the rubber-coated floor.
There is no one in the room. The only sound is of my labored screams of agony...my clamped tongue inhibiting intelligible pleas for mercy. Perspiration begins to form and ironically the moisture seems to enhance the conductivity of whatever it is attached to my nipples.
