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A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz
Part 16: Power and Politics.
Ms Bergman watched Britney and the Mayor slowly circle William. Britney could not keep her eyes from that wild penis - so taut, so rigid!
The small musical group played standards and William listened to all the noises, trying to decipher what was happening.
‘He’s so hard,’ a breathy female voice said and William quivered with a deeply intense shame, knowing full well the owner of that sexy Marylyn Monroe voice was studying his unbridled, raging cock!
A woman is looking at me!
A woman is looking at my cut cock!
William strained against his bonds at every movement, every sound, trying to decipher who was looking at him!
‘He’s got an awfully big one,’ the breathy young voice said again. ‘I never knew they got that big!’
‘Yes,’ a male voice grunted, ‘he’s young and you never know what Ms Bergman has done to him. Candace is a very unpredictable but very powerful woman. It would not surprise me to learn she enlarged that young man’s penis in some way.’
‘Can...can you do that? I always heard that it wasn’t possible.’
‘If anyone could, it would be her.’
‘She doesn’t like me,’ the young woman murmured.
‘My dear, Candace doesn’t like anyone! However, do not antagonise her! Be nice and do what she wants!’
Under the hood, Williams was blind and dumb. The male voice was vaguely familiar and William wondered if he had heard that same voice on TV.
But the woman’s voice sounded young and breathy. The fact a young woman was watching him, seeing William in such a revealing and humiliating state was deeply shameful and yet so arousing!
His rigid modified cock danced to its own beat. A constant private rhythm generated by the narcotic swirling blood rushing through his veins and, of course, the beat of his pounding heart as the musicians played “Begin the Beguine1”.
William could not move and his entire being struggled with the strange arousing sensations that overwhelmed him.
Candace watched William with a small smile as she saw the struggle that he was enduring. So aroused, so exposed and so humiliatingly vulnerable, he was transformed, at that moment, into a work of art.
Physical modifications and skill had moulded William from an arrogant young man into a gasping, struggling, subjugated male, offering his gleaming prick to whoever owned it, to whoever wanted it!
And, at that minute, every woman at the party silently wanted it!
Some more than others!
The small band played on and young woman in the black and white dress sawed her cello with gusto. Even though she did not want to look at William, her eyes constantly roamed from the music sheets on the art deco music stand before her, to the trembling naked man that was so artfully restrained in the centre of the room.
Pressing herself against the cello, pushing the smooth and mellow timber against her soaked panties, she sawed majestically across the strings, the bow moving with precise movements as she stared at the large glistening cock.
All pretence had gone and now she openly stared, openly wanted that cock as she almost rode the cello with small, thrusting pelvic movements.
oh yes let them begin the beguine
make them play
til the stars that were there before
return above you
till you whisper to me
once more darling I love you
and we suddenly know what heaven we're in
when they begin
the beguine
Her male companions glanced at each other, slightly disturbed by the wanton expression on the face of their musical colleague. Her parted lips and the way she pressed her musical instrument against her body was a little confrontational to these middle class boys who divided women into two simple categories – saints and sinners. They looked back to their music and concentrated on Cole Porter, wishing they were anywhere but here at this strange, surreal moment where being a male wasn’t as safe and secure as they once believed it was!
How could a bloke let someone do that to him?
Ms Bergman smiled as more guests swept towards her. She kissed cheeks with the women and the men in a cold, perfunctory manner. The guests did not complain. They were in the presence of true power. In ancient times, Candace Bergman would have been a ruthless and powerful Queen.
Men who had dreams of politics wanted her support as Candace Bergman could pull strings in the most unlikely corridors of power. With a phone call, that party nomination that had seemed unattainable was suddenly available. Of course, once Candace Bergman bestowed one of her regal favours upon someone, the fortunate (or unfortunate) person owed her much in return.
And Candace Bergman always collected!
‘Candace, you are as beautiful and as surprising as always!’
‘Thank you, Senator,’ Candace said with a brittle smile, ‘I shall take that as a compliment.’
‘It was how it was meant. Have you met Whitney?’
‘Ah,’ Candace said, eyes glittering as she turned to the young woman in the tight red dress, ‘I assume Mrs Senator was not available again?’
‘She is, how do you say, Candace, indisposed?’
‘Poor thing,’ Candace said, ‘I should call her, see how she is getting on.’
‘No!’ The Senator spoke quickly with a note of fear. The last thing he wanted was his wife talking to Candace Bergman.
‘Senator,’ Candace said, not even bothering to look at the politician as she took the hand of the young woman in the red dress, ‘I hope you aren’t saying no to me? That would be,’ Candace said, smiling into the wide eyes of the young woman, ‘unwise.’’
The Senator was white faced while the young woman looked curiously at them both.
‘Ah...’ spluttered the senator, suddenly afraid, very afraid.
‘My dear,’ Candace said to the young woman, ‘you are quite beautiful...’
‘Thank you...’
‘You should really wait until the compliment is complete, my dear,’ Candace said mildly, still holding the woman’s hand while the sweating senator look on.
‘I...’
‘It was Whitney, wasn’t it?’ Candace asked.
The young woman stared up into the bleak eyes of real power and shivered slightly, her nipples suddenly so obvious as they pressed against the tight red material that attempted to control her bust. The sweating Senator was forgotten as was everything else in the strange room with the naked man in the centre.
‘Y...yes...’ Whitney stammered softly.
‘How on earth did you end up with an old goat like this?’ Candace asked, waving airily in the direction of the senator.
‘I...I...’
‘He has no real power, my dear,’ Candace smiled. ‘Not like I do. Now, are you wearing panties?’
Two faint pink spots appeared on the china doll face of the young woman and she felt the firm pressure of the older woman’s hand on her own.
And she had to answer! There was no way she could not answer and the thought of actually lying to this commanding woman made her weak.
‘Y...yes...Ma’am...white thong...’
‘How delightful,’ Candace said with a faint half smile. ‘Almost delicious. One can also see that you are not wearing a bra. I can forgive that as I understand the reasoning. A young girl has only her physical assets to get by with. Is that not so, Whitney?’
‘Y...yes...Ma’am,’ she mumbled, face hot.
Whitney wondered if others could hear what this compelling regal woman was saying, even though the other woman spoke softly.
‘I want you to go to the bathroom and remove your panties, Whitney,’ Candace said, speaking softly with mild authority. ‘You can then put those delightfully brief white panties in the senator’s pocket.’
Candace smiled thinly at the pale faced senator.
‘And that’s all you get tonight, Senator,’ Candace said, finally releasing Whitney’s hand.
Whitney’s heart was pounding and she trembled with strange sensations.
‘Nothing for the Senator, Whitney! No blowjobs or furtive wanks in the backseat of the limo, nothing at all. Not even a goodnight kiss. Understood?’
‘Y...yes...Ma’am...’
‘Good girl. Now, scoot off to the bathroom.’
Candace and the Senator watched the young woman hurry away.
‘Do not piss me off, Senator,’ Candace said mildly.’
‘I...I don’t know what you mean...’
‘I played tennis with your wife at a charity function last year.’
‘Y...you did? I...I had no idea...’
‘She is a delightful woman. Quite attractive and sensual.’
‘Y...you didn’t d...do it! Did you? With my wife?’
‘That, Senator is for you to wonder about! I’m going to offer you some advice. Are you listening?’
The senator nodded furiously.
‘Pay more attention to your wife! Woo her! Flowers, perfume, lingerie! Do it! Or, I will be cross. Understood?’
‘Yes, Candace,’ the senator said in a low voice.
‘Leave Whitney to me,’ Candace said. ‘I may find someone to give you a wank later but not her. That is your punishment for ignoring a woman who has supported you on your tiresome and tedious way to the middle. Now,’ Candace said, smiling around the room, ‘I have other guests to greet. Please make sure, Senator, you examine the artistic tableau.’
The musicians were playing another Cole Porter tune and the young cellist was now licking her lips, her eyes half closed.
Was that something dripping from the enormous head of that gigantic cock?
My god! I had no idea cocks like that existed!
Even though the young woman had not even touched William’s modified cock, she longed for it!
Her hot stares at that masterful appendage, drinking in every detail, had ruined her for lesser men.
Never again, would an average cock do. For the rest of the young woman’s life, when men dropped their underwear and paraded proudly with their cocks high and hard before her, she would always be forced to hide her bitter disappointment!
In the bathroom, Whitney shimmed out of her thong and dropped it into her small bejewelled party purse.
Her fingers briefly caressed the puckered labia of her bald sex, wondering why she felt so hot and moist.
She had no concern about not doing the old Senator. Truthfully, it was something of a relief. He was so wrinkly and overweight while his cock was small and so much like a plucked chicken neck she had seen in a delicatessen. Fucking the old coot had been a way to get ahead but now...
Now, all Whitney could think about was how she would seduce that extraordinary Bergman woman!
In a moment of rare honesty, Whitney smiled at her reflection in the gilt edged mirror as she knew she could not seduce such a powerful woman!
No, she would have to wait until the woman seduced Whitney! And even then, that was a small lie as Whitney knew that Candace just had to crook her finger and Whitney would willingly run to her.
William’s ears were straining to identify people. He could hear voices above the music but he did not know who was there, who was seeing him in such an abjectly humiliating pose.
Head encased in the gleaming black leather hood and modified cock still painfully erect, William could only hang in his bonds and wish the event – what ever it was – would soon be over.
The hood eyeholes were firmly closed.
Blind, William could only imagine what he looked like. Of course, he still had the image of himself from the moment they had parked him in front of the mirror.
Before they oiled his cock and balls!
He knew what people were seeing! His enlarged bald balls and hard slick cock. The fleshy head of his cock with its eye gaping, was plum coloured and shiny from the oil while plump, enlarged and painfully, full balls hung like a tight apples underneath the bobbing cock.
How many people are seeing me like this!
Naked and hard!
Candace greeted three women and, as they methodically kissed cheeks, she saw Whitney dismissively thrust something white into the senator’s pocket.
The souvenir thong!
The young woman in red turned away from the older man and searched the party with her eyes. When she saw Candace she made a weak, compliant smile of offering.
Take me, please...
‘What a naughty tableau, Candace,’ one of the women gushed
‘Please examine but do not touch, Yvonne.’
‘You are such a tease, Candace!’ Yvonne pouted.
‘There will be an opportunity later, ladies,’ Candace said. ‘I hope you brought your husband’s cheque books?’
‘Of course,’ they chorused and the three women walked away towards William.
Candace signalled Elaine who ran to her side.
‘I don’t have a drink, Elaine,’ Candace said mildly.
‘I’m sorry, Ms Bergman! I will get you one immediately.’
‘I am thirsty, Elaine so you will have to run.’
Elaine’s face went bright red but she simply said, ‘of course, Ms Bergman.’
People turned and watched in amusement when Elaine ran through the group, dress held up so she could manage to move as quickly as possible, dangerously high stilettos wobbling with every uncertain step.
Whitney shyly moved to Candace’s side and waited demurely for the older woman to notice her.
Candace greeted another couple and then took a glass of champagne from the breathless Elaine.
‘Thank you. You seem to be slipping up on your duties, Elaine,’ Candace said mildly.
‘I am sorry, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said, eyes down, hopeful she may, at last, receive a spanking from the one woman she lusted for.
‘Elaine,’ Candace said, ‘this is Whitney.’
Elaine’s eyes narrowed with undisguised jealously.
‘Hello,’ Whitney said with a nervous smile.
‘Whitney,’ Candace asked nonchalantly after taking a delicate sip from the crystal champagne flute, ‘would you consider yourself an expert in the art of cunilingus?’
‘Ah...what...Ma’am?’
‘I think you have just answered the question,’ Candace said, looking around the room. ‘I have more guests to greet.’
Elaine and Whitney watched Candace walk to another group.
‘What...what did she mean?’ Whitney murmured.
Elaine smiled, stuck her tongue out and wiggled it around while darting obvious glances at Whitney’s crotch area.
The penny dropped.
‘Oh. Oh, my god...’
‘She is very particular,’ Elaine said with open admiration in her eyes, watching Candace Bergman with devotion. ‘If you don’t do it right the first time, she will never give you a second chance.’
‘Oh,’ Whitney said, studying Elaine, ‘you’ve...you’ve done it?’
‘Yes. Twice,’ Elaine said proudly. ‘She used me twice.’
Whitney turned to look back at Candace.
‘Can...can you teach me?’
‘Perhaps,’ Elaine said smugly.
‘Please?’
‘It’s not up to me.’
‘Then...’
‘Ms Bergman has the final say. You will soon see, she has the final say on everything. God no, her glass is almost empty!’
Surprised, Whitney watched Elaine sprint through the guests, dress held to her knees so she could run and the band played “Let’s Do It”.
The most refined lady bugs do it
When a gentleman calls
Moths in your rugs they do it
What's the use of moth balls
The chimpanzees in the zoos do it,
Some courageous kangaroos do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
I'm sure sometimes on the sly you do it
Maybe even you and I might do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love2
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Story continues in Part 17 – to be published soon.
Carmenica Diaz
The story up to part 9 available as a downloadable PDF file at my home page or can be read on-line in its entirety here and at my blog. Links to my blog and to all my work are available from my homepage. There are also downloadable previews and on-line previews of other works. Also all my free stories are archived there.
1 Begin the Beguine – Cole Porter (Porter composed the song at the piano in the bar of the Ritz Hotel in Paris.)
2 Let’s Do It – Cole Porter
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