I step out to the pool deck and whistle. Willie bounds from the little shed, obviously both hungry and eager to see me. He is quite skilled walking about on the knee and elbow extensions and I cannot help laughing as he tries to kiss and lick my feet as I walk right by him to the shed where the food bowl will join the water bowl.
“All food and water will be here, Willie,” I explain to the exuberant pup.
Though I am late there is one task I must perform and which places me in the proper frame of mind for a grueling day of work. I unhook Willie’s leash and give it a jostle. He groans in pain with the clever nipple devices closing over his pink nubs. But it is necessary. Lenore taught me that control must always be established otherwise recalcitrance may result.
“Come, boy.”
And our canine friend carefully follows as I lead him behind the garage.
I feel moisture between my thighs walking a naked male on a leash. But to supervise such an embarrassingly intimate function...well, I may need to change my panties before I leave for work.
Chapter Thirty Four
Willie
Miss Chloe looks especially good this morning and thus her steadying hand on my leash so excites, especially when the slightest of motions translates to instant reminders of control from the nipple devices.
She leads me behind the garage and the memory of performing for Miss Judy flashes. When she commands that I turn up one leg there can be no question as to what is expected of me.
“Be a good boy, Willie.”
I do have to empty myself. I was not sure whether it was intended that I use the garden, so thus abstained throughout the night. But despite the urgent need, to do so before Miss Chloe is disconcerting.
Since Miss Judy taught me the best method I dutifully shift about until my lower weight is equally distributed between my left faux dog leg leaning on the concrete wall of the garage and my right leg remaining on the ground. I feel my testicles dangle against my right thigh, most prominently exposed. Meanwhile I look up to marvel at Miss Chloe, her exquisite dress serving to contrast and accent my nakedness. Goose bumps begin to form with her proximity and the sensation of her delicate hand on the controlling leash.
“Psst. Psst. Do your thing, Willie; I’m late for work.”
I bare down on those reluctant muscles, convincing myself that if I could perform for Miss Judy with penis most erect, I should be able to satisfy Miss Chloe. But as I mentally gather myself, I feel the twinge and know that within moments I will be firming for her; in my sub conscious, offering a tribute to her beauty and zestful youthfulness.
“Come now, Willie, don’t be shy.”
I look down to see that in fact the tip of my penis is slowly emerging from its warm and moist prepuce. Then I feel Miss Chloe’s fingers grasp my right ear. She begins to knead, gently twisting and massaging. It feels good and knowing that it is Miss Chloe, my penis firms more rapidly. She has not before touched me, utilizing only the leash and walking stick to communicate her demands during our first encounter.
I know her efforts are to replicate a form of Shiatsu massage and waves of subtle pleasure indeed seem to lead to relaxation. But my male organ has a mind of its own and her nimble efforts serve to bring erection even faster. Hearing no sounds of excretion from beneath my torso, Miss Chloe stoops and peers beneath. She giggles. At that point, I know myself to be most hard and I am sure the cute blonde finds a crawling, naked and erect male to be quite amusing.
“Oh, Willie, you are incorrigible. What is it you think you’re going to do with that, hmmm?”
An appropriate question. With forearms encased in rubber sheathing my hands are useless for self-gratification. And then it dawns on me how frustrating this summer will be. My reproductive system has been accustomed to frequent stints of masturbation, nightly eruptions as frequent and seemingly powerful as that of a geyser. And now I face weeks of possible chastity...frustrating chastity with the likes of Miss Chloe cheerfully taunting and controlling my leash.
Miss Chloe’s leash hand slowly tightens. I feel the nipple devices squeeze. As the pressure increases the sense of comfort in having Miss Chloe’s hand direct changes to that of pain. Tighter, tighter, her massaging hand begins to work more arduously. The combination of pain and pleasure confuse. My cerebral cortex becomes overwhelmed with the conflicting messages and the emotional stress of having Miss Chloe so close, observing such an intimate function.
I press, flexing my abdominal muscles, her message received. She controls; I obey. And finally, though erect, I once again perform; this time for the adored Miss Chloe. My goose bumps turn to hillocks as a powerful stream splashes first against the garage wall and then to the bare dirt as I obediently shift to avoid staining the cement.
“Good boy.”
Chapter Thirty Five
Judy
In working the four-to-midnight shift, I sleep late but have most of the daylight hours to myself. Husband Tom works a regular nine to five office shift and we have occasional delightful morning interludes in which he will awake me and take me quite deeply while I remain in a most relaxed state of partial slumber.
Afterwards I sleep or lounge about while he prepares to face the day’s endeavors.
But on this morning I do not linger about basking in the glow of coital climax.
Willie is back in his bindings and I promised Chloe I would look after and check on him. Since being placed in bound nakedness is new to him, the effect of such subjugation and the extreme boredom should be monitored. And so rather than permitting myself more sleep I stroll to my bedroom window. It is mid morning and there sauntering along the pool deck atop his knee and elbow extensions is the lonely and naked pup Willie.
It’s after ten o’clock and knowing that Chloe normally leaves for work well before nine a.m., I realize that Willie has been left to wile away time for well over an hour, his leash attached to the overhead dog run to permit some freedom of movement.
My duties in caring for Willie will require some sloppiness. Therefore I don my nurse’s uniform, the specially treated cotton material being the easiest to cleanse in strong detergent and bleach. Then I assemble the necessary paraphernalia in a convenient leather bag and exit the rear door to head for the back of my garage and the narrow alley way leading to Lenore and Chloe’s pool.
The pooch seems happy to see me, straining against his chain as I lower my hand and pat his head.
“Good morning, Willie,” I exclaim in exaggerated enthusiasm, releasing the chain from the walker.
“Come.”
Lenore showed me the delightful nipple harness and I know that the slightest pull painfully squeezes his nipples. So I tug with moderation, sending a message of ‘no nonsense’ and Willie docilely works legs and paws to follow. I take him to the poolside table where last October he was exhibited to the gathering of Chloe’s well-wishers. I have no problem convincing him that obeying my commands will serve to minimize discomfort and so he deftly steps onto the chair and then up to the table surface. I remove the chair, effectively trapping him such that he stands on the cute doggie legs with his head at the level of my shoulders.
Willie appears to be exhibited as a prime pure bred at a prestigious dog show, so proudly standing before me, his thighs parted as trained to properly exhibit his male organs. I must smile. Lenore and Chloe have conspired to attain such dominance over a creature for which they have so little carnal interest. And there is delightful irony in knowing that Willie’s virility will be used for nothing other than curious entertainment...a massive male appendage that will have little use other than to drain his bladder and amuse in its ability to stiffen.
“Too much hair, Willie,” I succinctly explain.
And so my morning begins. In shaving the boy’s entire body, I will, one at a time, release and massage his folded limbs then return such to the binding rubber. Meanwhile, Willie’s ‘willie’ rises and hardens, and whereas as a nurse I am accustomed to such a reaction, it evidences a degree of unrul
iness and really should be reserved for the entertainment of Chloe and Lenore.
So while shaving I conspire.
Chapter Thirty Six
Willie
Miss Judy is most authoritative and knowledgeable. She soaps my body and a straight edge razor glides everywhere...arms, chest, stomach, legs. Scissors are retrieved and within minutes my cranial hair disappears. Then my head is soaped and my scalp is likewise denuded. Lastly it’s my pubes region and I am embarrassed as she casually palms my scrotal sac and exposes the tender flesh to the incredibly sharp blade of steel.
But her touch feels good and she gratefully massages each limb before encasing it back in the rubber.
Of course, my recalcitrant prick stiffens, and though it’s understandable in being so presented to the opposite sex, I am confounded by the rapidity and frequency of my male reaction. But there is nothing I can do other than kneel and show off, which seems to be my only role in the faux dog bindings.
Finished, Miss Judy playfully taps my nose as one would toy with a young child.
“Now just some special care for the kept male,” she announces.
A jar appears from her bag and she moves to my rear A hand parts my cheeks and something slick is inserted into my rectum.
“Hold it in for me Willie. I’ll tell you when to evacuate your bowels.”
It’s glycerin suppository!
The morning was disquieting enough in having to perform for Miss Chloe! Now this!
And then I feel a hand encircling my erection and I bow my head and contrive to look at myself from the underside. Miss Judy gruffly skins back my prepuce. Already strained with my tumescence, she knowingly disinvaginates my moist and purple penis tip as far as possible then begins cleaning the smegma with a moist cloth.
“Stay,” she warns, sensing my disbelief.
“Certain things need to be done for the bound male. Have to keep you clean, Willie. And we can’t have you soiling the deck with your excretions. You’re to be housebroken and I am to supervise your bowel training. So every morning it’ll be up on the table for your inspection and a bowel movement. You’ll get used to it.”
I feel a rumbling in my lower stomach. I quiver and she smiles knowing that my colon is surrendering to the suppository’s laxative affect.
“Hold it until I say so, Willie. Be good.”
I clench my buttocks as Miss Judy disposes of the cloth, pulls a metal bedpan from her satchel and moves to my rear.
“Now, spread those rear paws, put your head down and concentrate. Go ahead, I have the pan ready.”
I feel a hand holding my dangling testicles away from my rectum. I flush with the intensity of the humiliation and try to hold the contents of my bowels. But the suppository triumphs over my attempt at modesty.
I hear a dreadful plunk and a soft laugh. Then comes that twinge within my loins as Miss Judy recovers the moist cloth to clean me. My erect penis waggles happily.
The episode ends with a generous coating of protective sun tan oil. Then it’s down from the table and back to the walker line where the leash and nipple harness are reattached.
And that...well, that’s my day. It’s a dog’s life and I pace about as far as the line will allow...sit, lie down, listen to birds, watch the butterflies, but most of all I wait for the welcome sight and touch of my Master, Miss Chloe.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Judy
House chores beckon. Since I can see Willie from my bedroom window I occasionally take the time to pause and glimpse down to assure he’s behaving. The return walk to Lenore and Chloe’s back yard is less than a minute should there be a problem.
Though living a vanilla life of normal heterosexuality, having complete control of a young male does have a certain stimulating effect. And Willie’s impressive, succulent organ so delightfully swells. In the hospital, as trained and authorized, we swat down the offending appendage before it rises to embarrass all and inhibit treatment. But with Willie, I can enjoy the reaction, let the tube of flesh fully blossom and easily work around it.
Still, since control is the goal and that which excites Chloe more than anything, there must be some way of reining in that monstrous member. And so after finishing the laundry and doing some cleaning, I find I have time before leaving for my shift. My mind returns to thoughts conjured while shaving Willie.
I remove a layer of dust from some old surgical nursing manuals. A distant memory is enshrouded in a foggy mind. So in the manual entitled “Care and Treatment for Foreign Cultures” I find what so impressed me in nursing school years ago. The pictures are graphic, as with all medical volumes, and the chapter narrates in the nomenclature of science and medicine. But the close-up photo of the penis of a member of a certain African tribe gives rise to exactly what Willie may require.
Simple, neat, most controlling, an enormous uncircumcised penis appears pierced… and pierced in manner to prohibit tumescence.
Yes, I will discuss this with Lenore and Chloe. Willie is coy but still displays inordinate pride in prancing about while erect. I am sure that another step in his capitulation will be warmly received.
Chapter Thirty Eight
Lenore
Saturday finally arrives and we can play with Willie. Other than providing food and water and some encouraging pats on his smoothly shaved head, Chloe has not had much time for him. Though Judy reports that he most docilely reacts to her daily massage and has learned to obediently fill the bedpan without need for suppositories, we’ve not played nor taught him any tricks.
One thing that Chloe has mandated is that Willie clean his food bowl to the point of shining. And if not done, well the walking stick reappears and a few firm taps to those prominent testicles will assure that it is licked to refulgence.
The remnants of food draws unwanted insects, and encouraging Willie to be assiduous with his tongue adds another facet to his canine behavior. So I am heartened to see that Willie’s bowl needs the simplest of rinsing before Chloe refills it each morning, sprinkles on the Cialis and squirts in a modest dose of testosterone.
Judy reports that the effect of the spiked food is amazing with Willie striding about on his little paws with erect penis pressed against his tummy. And I often wonder about what it is he thinks in being kept well bound, thoroughly chaste, constantly naked., and relying on the female gender for all care and sustenance.
Has it occurred to him how much his psyche revels in the supplication?
Sleeping late, the mischievous Chloe arises and dons the briefest of bathing attire for a day of sunshine and swimming. I smile in looking at my adorable little blond mate. With thumb and forefinger tugging at two simple strings, I could denude her in seconds...and I am so tempted. But with Willie we have a very strict rule, he will never be afforded the pleasure of viewing feminine charms. It’s all part of the process of subjugation, control and frustration.
So small circular patches cover Chloe’s perky nipples, and the tiniest of triangles covers her permanently depilated mons, but otherwise the meat of her glorious buttocks will bask in the sun along with the curves of her modest but shapely mammary glands, thus heightening our pup’s frustration.
And me? Well, I wear a white cotton bodice which strains to hold in place my sizable breasts and a short pleated skirt. Both garments leave bare my midsection, shoulders and thighs. With nothing beneath the skirt, it is a most practical garment. Chloe needs access, and I insist she have it.
Chloe stops in the kitchen to begin coffee and mix a large bowl of the smelly dog mush for Willie. Then for her it’s out to the pool where an eager Willie awaits his Master. It’s well past his usual feeding time and he is very happy to see Chloe. I sip coffee and watch from the kitchen window as he struts back and forth on the line while Chloe offers the steel bowl then retrieves the water bowl to refill it. Amazingly, Willie’s penis begins to firm and though hungry, he cannot seem to take his eyes of his Master’s nubile form. He has never before seen her so skimpily attired and with the d
ays of boredom and chastity, his hormones overwhelm and his erectile chambers flood.
Judy called last night and suggested another step in Willie’s supplication may be to have better control over his penis. And watching him brazenly come to erection does stimulate such thought.
We control everything else, why let the male phallus flauntingly have its own way while all other aspects are under Chloe’s direction and authority?
So perhaps Judy has a point.
I finish my brew, strong and black, and join Chloe. Though we slept together, entwined in Sapphic embrace for most of the night, I never get enough of her. Summer Saturdays have always been special and with the addition of Willie to entertain us, I am giddy with anticipation in beginning the long day of amusements. I bring the walking stick. Willie’s tongue is going to make that bowl shine even brighter today.
Chapter Thirty Nine
Judy
Wow! What a scene of homoerotic debauchery.
It’s that time of the day when I cleanse and massage Willie and supervise his bowel movement. Good dogs are best kept very regular and so I enter Lenore and Chloe’s yard to find a skimpily clad Chloe lying prostrate on an oversized lounge chair with her head between Lenore’s large and shapely dark brown thighs. Atop the blond furls is draped the front hem of Lenore’s skirt and one must quickly assume that tongue and lips are being applied to where a woman receives the most benefit from oral attention.
Willie looks on, straining against his leash, his rapt attentiveness creating agony in pinching his own nipples. Chloe flashes all except her precious pink. And Lenore writhes in ecstasy as a cascade of orgasms causes her to firmly grip the back of Chloe’s head by the blond tresses and pull spasmodically.
Having been neighbors for some three to four years, I have become accustomed to such scenes. And being a ‘live and let live person’, I am in no way disturbed. But seeing Willie so stimulated makes for great entertainment. And I am sure he will quiver with my touch as I dutifully cleanse his penis of the accumulating essences of arousal.
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