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“Jack, you’re a pet not a lover. When I feel the need to be with a man, it will not be with you. Though perhaps you’d enjoy being present. Such a scene would certainly nourish your proclivity. You could listen, smell my feminine arousal... perhaps even taste my lover’s spendings. But as always you’d be hooded and obedient... just as I have trained you... deep within just as how you prefer.”
The final words come as I pull the car to a halt. Once again it’s late on Saturday night. Only Theresa is likely to witness Jack’s dash through the building to our apartment. So before leaving the car for the elevator, I pause letting him digest words I am sure he has found to bring mourn.
“Do you want to leave your panties and blanket with me... or wear such for covering? Tonight I will make it your decision...”
His choice is most telling.
Chapter Thirty
Yes, naked but for his cock cage, Jack made his way through the garage, entered the elevator after having to wait for my more leisurely approach, then pranced down the 15th floor hallway. One could almost feel his heart racing with the demented excitement, the possibility of being discovered sans covering in his own building.
Yes, the effect of the pent up frustration is telling.
Hooded and bedded, I let him suckle my breasts in consolation... before beginning a long glorious night of cunnilingus.
“You chose not to wear your blanket this evening, Jack,” I said deciding to offer psychological counseling while his mind is fresh with the curious behavior.
“Yes, Miss Kelly,” moving his lips to my right breast.
“I offered you a choice. Why do you think you left behind what little covering I provide?”
His fluttering tongue pauses. Jack is in thought. But I know the process to be distorted by hormones which overwhelm. Testosterone levels maximized, he mentally primed himself for a massive discharge of male essence this evening. It did not happen and in being denied... remaining denied... his psyche drags him further down the path of masochistic exhibitionism... that to which I introduced him in his formative years.
Finally, he lifts his head.
“I’m not sure. I had this need... to... to...”
“Display yourself? You know Miss Theresa watches on camera. And perhaps you were hoping as well that another tenant would step from the elevator... someone new to you... someone who would be pleasantly shocked by the sight of a naked, chaste, kept boy.”
As stated, I understand Jack better than he understands himself. I would milk him, assuage his raging imbalance, but truly want him burgeoning for the unique Soho appointment on Saturday.
Though my quim is throbbing for oral servitude, I push away his head, arise and don my robe.
“I want you to go to the lobby and confirm your Tuesday appointment at Miss Theresa’s apartment, Jack,” my words coming as I work to roll up his tight latex hood.
“But I can phone her on the intercom!”
“No, you go see her. Talk about cleaning her toilets on Tuesday then kiss her feet to thank her for the opportunity to serve.”
Jack moves to the dresser seeking panties.
“No, no panties, Jack. Treat yourself to another naked romp through the building.”
Chapter Thirty-One
It’s Wednesday, I call Alice and confirm that Jack’s new party attire is ready... thick leather collar, brief togas. Alice suggests an 11:00 a.m. fitting, and to leave her thirty minutes to sew in place the collar.
In giving thought to Jack’s antics of late Saturday, offering himself to a game of naked roulette in terms of having his deviant propensity discovered, I decide to, in the parlance of wagering, up the ante.
We’ll be departing after the morning rush hour. Whether or not Theresa is at the security desk I do not know. If not, then I may have to arrange for Jack to cleanse another bathroom. For on this journey, I am going to remove Jack’s cock cage.
Not for long, but what would seem to be merciful relief will keep Jack unsteady, constantly the object of a woman’s whim. Plus Alice has not seen Jack put on a stand, and the trip to the ca
r and subsequent journey to Astoria should be fun. And I’ll lock him back up for the return trip.
“Jack, I’ll want your hands on your head for the entire car ride to Queens. Disobey and you’ll be greeting Miss Alice bearing many clothes pins.”
With that, I shock Jack when I reach to my necklace for his key.
