Love in Cathedral Heights
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PART ONE
"Where IS she?" Gerry moaned...It's been
forty-five minutes... My dick hurts, I can't
stand it!
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Danielle, owner of the salon where Helen was a
stylist often remarked that her star employee
sounded like an art historian and dressed like
Joan Jett..."Must be the cute young lawyer who
rents from you, huh?" Dani kidded...Helen looked
great today outside the coffee shop, spiky red
hair, tank top (no bra) and
tiny leather miniskirt. Her new fishnet stockings
looked great too...Gerry had hooked the garters
that morning, trembling...It's great that I still
can do that to him at nearly fifty,she thought.
One of Helen's ivory hands, the long nails
colored the same flaming red as the hair and
lipstick, absently stroked a collie's ear, the
other held a bottle of Johnson's Baby Lotion,
purchased twenty minutes before at that awful CVS
drugstore a block down.
Gerry preferred Astroglide, but this would do.
She'd been gone an hour now, what with coffee and
shopping...was Gerry all right? If anything
happened after all, he couldn't move. Helen
smiled, and sipped some of her latte. Strange to
worry this time, after fourteen years of this.
The stove was off, the door locked. He must be
squirming.
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Gerald David Morin,33-year old patent
attorney and first year partner at Gideon,
Shapiro and Burling tried to stretch his
arms...no, he couldn't move them, not an inch.
Jesus, I curl 175 but Helen makes the ropes
fuckin' tight. Why isn't she back? Gerry lay
spread eagled on Helen's four poster bed, his
broad chest taut, and hands and feet tied by
tight nylon cord to each wooden bannister.
Naked as always, his pierced dick struggling
in its weird loop, the cockhead attached by a
ring to a tiny padlock in another ring just above
the scrotum. Impossibly, precum seemed to be
oozing across his ball sack. Helen had just been
going to unlock it when she realized they were
out of lubricant. It had been more than an
hour...where the hell was she?
Though it had been Gerry who begged that they
switch him from the chastity belt to pierced
rings in '98, he sometimes regretted it. He had
to sit down to pee, like a girl.Had'nt used a
urinal in five years. And now his dick really
hurt right now, and looked ridiculous in its
constant tremble...trembling because its natural
instinct was to stick straight up, not to be
hooked to his balls...stick straight up and wait
for Helen's wandering fingers.
"Do you want to go with a bunch of us to
Great Falls this weekend?" Marsha, a summer
associate in her early twenties had asked on
Friday..."I'm going to be wearing cut-offs and
splashing my feet after all the work on this
case."
Gerry had imagined she'd look good in
cut-offs... His penis had struggled against the
ring then, making a teeny tent in his Brooks
Brothers summer trousers. "I can't." He tried to
smile. "Gerry NEVER goes out with us. Wasn't even
at the Christmas party." Ann, a second-year
associate with bouncing auburn curls who'd
flirted with Gerry since her first day at Gideon
interrupted." I think he has a curfew or
something...Look! He's BLUSHING!"
The womens' laughter had tinkled cruelly...but
Ann was so close. Not a only a curfew but a
BEDTIME. Thirty-three years old, and he'd never
seen "Law and Order" because it was on after
eight-thirty. Sometimes he could stay up til nine
if Helen felt like a little cunnilinguis or a
massage, but usually she got that BEFORE dinner.
Helen loved him, and she knew best...Gerry's
reverie was interrupted by the door opening. For
a minute he panicked...What if it were the old
Miss Hall from the dog park? Did she have a key?
Oh Shit. "Hello, sweetie, I'm back." came the
familiar lilting Southern tones...Oh, thank God.
Helen came into the room, tucking in her
tank-top,which of course made her chest
balloon..."What have you been doing?" An old
joke, they both laughed. She sat on her stool by
the bed, and took the key off the bedside table.
"Ooh, it's purple...you don't need me."
Helen smiled at his agonized look, and
unlocked the tiny padlock between the rings.
Gerry's penis shot up to attention. "Like one of
my daddy's recruits at Fort Benning." Helen, a
former army brat said, laughing, and took the
lotion out of the bag. Seeing Gerry's
disappointment at her purchase, she cocked her
head. "What did you want me to do Gerald, drive
down to the Pleasure Chest?"
"God you're beautiful, Miss Helen" Even
after he'd discovered they both had subscriptions
to "Leg Tease" after he'd rented her basement his
sophomore year at Georgetown. "You're a cutie
too, my Gerald" Helen began gently rubbing the
lotion into the underside of his now furious and
quite violet member..."Thank you ma'am...ooh
that's good...I'm Sooo horny..." A sharp flick of
a fire-engine nail on the cockhead "er- I mean
aroused" Though she'd left Vanderbilt after her
first year Miss Helen was still an educated woman
and frowned on slang.
Gerry had never really felt comfortable going
to a first-name basis with Helen; but she'd
allowed him to go from Mrs. O'Neill to Miss Helen
on their fifth anniversary; when he'd signed over
his first Gideon paycheck. After rubbing and
stroking his penis for about five minutes, Helen
stood up, and Gerry caught a flash of the garter
attaching her net stockings.
God, I'm glad I bought her that miniskirt,
her legs are better than Ann's. "What...what's
wrong? Why are you getting up?" It was feeling so
good, too..."Sweetie, I have to go in the kitchen
and feed Victoria and Albert...I'll be back..."
His penis wagging like a metronome, Gerry tried
to smile. A tantrum wouldn't work, being trussed
like this. Not to mention that Miss Helen could
lock him right back up again, as she'd done in
the past when Gerry had summarily ordered her to
keep stroking...
As Helen only gave him a "teasing" every other
Sunday morning, with release averaging about once
every 90 days ("So you have something to look
forward to, Gerald; remember, an expectation is a
resentment waiting to happen") it behooved the K
Street law community's patent and trademark
expert to keep his remarks prudent. "Aah...take
your time, Miss Helen. I'll bathe the dogs for
you later on." If he kissed up enough, maybe
today would be cum-day...maybe.
Helen smiled, gently pushed a fluffier pillow
under her captive's head, and she left the room,
her derriere twitching in the skirt as the door
closed. Gerry sighed and bent his chin on his
chest to watch the juices flowing from his
miserable, enthralled and utterly unsatisfied
"wee-wee"
A fortnight earlier, Helen had made the shaft
of it buck, supported by Gerry's hips, as she'd
alternated for five hours between her glorious
fingers and an ostrich feather that she'd picked
up at the Georgetown flea market.
After about 20 minutes of feather-rubbing the
area just under his cockhead, Gerry had burst
into tears, begging Helen to quit, and she'd
immediately, to his chagrin ceased the entire
tease, icing his member til it was flaccid for
the evil padlock. "No, don't stop COMPLETELY..."
he'd begged, tears and mucus running down his
cheeks...but she'd locked him, untied him and put
him to work scrubbing her five bathrooms..."A
more productive occupation anyway, Gerald for an
enterprising youngster on a weekend afternoon."No
cumming for another two weeks. Damn! DAMN!
He'd primed himself to be ready for the
feather's ministrations today, but Helen's mind
was fertile with surprises...in fourteen years
he'd never been able to predict her next move!
Gerry had interrupted a deposition last
Wednesday to duck into a restroom stall to uh,
prep for the upcoming Sunday feather, when he
remembered again as he had several times in the
past decade that, although he could stimulate his
cock as long as he liked, lubing with that vile
pink soap the firm had, it was to no
avail...though he averaged five bathroom trips a
day for this sordid purpose. With the evil
padlock there was NO RELEASE. Back to the meeting
he'd trudge, ball sack leaden.
"Don't you ever give up?" Miss Helen often
asked, arching one eyebrow. "Just use the
lavatory for its correct purpose, Gerald." as she
clucked over the scabs the cheap pink liquid left
on his unsatisfied erections. Once when he threw
a tantrum over wanting the padlock removed before
cum-day, she'd replaced it with a steel ball
hooked to the rings, and batted it between his
legs with a spoon as Gerry writhed in pain.
It didn't help that nearly every night, he
was giving her gorgeous 36DD breasts a scented
oil massage, and spending two hours or so (before
dinner)between her legs...He was hornier, and she
was fine! A few weeks ago Gerry'd begun crying
when he realized he was licking someone's semen
out of her vagina...his penis had certainly never
been down there, and she soothed him..."Just an
old friend I saw..."
It's worth it though, he thought now, bound
to the bed, Bring on the feather, I'm ready. "I'm
back, Gerald." Helen swished back in..."Victoria
is really enjoying the leftover bacon...Did you
miss me?" Gerry nodded weakly, and watched Helen
sit down and prop a plastic box of dental floss
on her fishnet thigh.
"Miss Helen has a surprise today..." She
smiled, and pulled a bit of floss out of the box.
Was she going to tend to her teeth, before
bringing out the horrible feather? Snapping off a
piece of floss about seven inches long Helen then
squirted a bit of lotion in her left hand, and,
floss in her right, rubbed both hands together.
What was this?
Helen then took the greasy strand between the
fingers of both hands, and looped it around
Gerry's straining cock, in that sensitive area
just beneath the head where the feather had
visited two Sundays before. And then holding the
ends between the crimson tipped thumb and
forefinger of each hand, Helen began pulling the
string baack and forth...
END OF PART ONE
